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britany1997 · 1 year
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David, he gets jealous about a long time friend and ends marking you (hickies, bites, etc) before you go see the friend? GN reader please
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(Ok just kidding guys I finished it tonight🤪)
Jealous David you say? Jealous TOXIC David? 😈 that’s right besties, he’s back
Jealous David x GN Reader
(Can be read on its own, but could also be read as a follow up to Male Manipulator.)
Warnings: SMUTish minors DNI, Manipulation, sort of dubcon, toxic David, blood, blood drinking, emotionally abusive behavior, unhealthy possessiveness, tiny bit of mind control, biting, handcuffs, I think that’s it.
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You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you combed through your mass of hair. David sat on your bed, teeth gritted as he watched you get ready to go out with your childhood friend.
“Sure you don’t wanna just stay in,” he asked coming up behind you. You felt his arms around your waist, but were only greeted with your own image as you faced the mirror.
You leaned into his touch and tilted your head up to look into his eyes. “I’ve cancelled on Kyle like five times in the last month,” you reminded him, “do you really want a partner who’s an awful friend?” You teased him, booping his nose.
He crinkled his nose, unamused.
“I don’t like him,” he informed you, “he just wants to get in your pants.”
You scoffed, a little offended, “you say that about everyone.” you told him, “everyone in the world isn’t lining up to try to screw me, you’re being paranoid!” You said exasperated, waving your comb at him.
David smirked, “but babyyy,” he spoke, pouting, “you’re just so perfect,” he stroked your cheek, “who wouldn’t want to be with you? If I were Kyle I’d wanna be in my position too.” You blushed at his words and nuzzled your cheek into his hand.
“Stoppp you’re too sweet,” you said.
He smiled. He had you. “So you can see where I’m coming from right babe? I can’t let you go.”
Your smile fell from your face immediately as you dropped his hand, “can’t let me?” You asked him, your tone full of malice.
Fuck. He’d overplayed his hand.
“Just kidding babe,” he purred, pulling the strings in your mind to prompt you to believe him, “you know I’d never keep you from doing anything. You’re your own person, that’s one of the things I love most about you,” he lied as he watched your face morph into a smile once more.
He returned your smile, his holding a sinister twinge, “but the vampire inside me,” he started cautiously, “it’s possessive of its mate,” he pouted, “I try to suppress it, but it comes with the teeth babe. I can’t turn it off, I wish I could.” He told you solemnly.
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked up into his eyes. You cupped his face in your hands, “I’m sorry baby,” you said, “I didn’t realize it was an instinct thing.”
“It’s uncontrollable,” he assured you quickly, taking your hands from his face and holding them in his, “the vampire inside me gets so restless whenever you’re out with someone else.” He pouted.
“Oh baby,” you said sympathetically, “what can I do to make it better?” you asked.
He fought to keep the smirk from spreading over his face. He knew he wasn’t convincing you to stay home, not after his little slip from earlier, but maybe there was another way.
“Baby,” he started, “you know how sometimes I like to bite you right here,” he said placing a finger on the pulse point on your neck, “doing that reassures me that you’re mine, that we belong together.” ‘That you belong to me.’ He thought.
“So you want to bite my neck again?” You asked him, “yeah you can do that if it’ll help baby! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You told him.
He sighed dramatically, “you know what would really help my vampire instincts?” He asked.
You furrowed your brow, looking at him expectantly.
He smirked, “why don’t you let me show you,” he said as he led you to the bed.
David slipped off his trench coat, jacket, and shirt before sitting down on the bed and pulling you into his lap.
You turned your head to look back into his eyes, “I have to leave in half an hour babe,” you told him.
“Don’t worry about it baby, this shouldn’t take long.” He promised while pulling your shirt over your head.
You settled back into his lap and leaned against his chest. He kissed your cheek softly before moving downward, kissing all over your neck.
He trailed kisses down to the familiar spot where your neck and shoulder met, licking and sucking. His teeth grazed the spot, silently asking permission. You breathed out as your eyes fluttered closed.
“Do whatever you want,” you told him.
He smirked before his fangs lengthened, that was exactly what he’d wanted to hear.
You hissed at the painful sensation of his teeth sinking into you but as the pain turned to pleasure, your hiss morphed into a moan.
He moaned with you as your blood flooded into his mouth. He was careful not to take as much as he usually would, he was far from done.
He withdrew his fangs from the crook of your neck and trailed then down the length of your arm. Leaving purple spots and teeth marks all over you.
Once he made it down to your hand, he turned your face towards his and took your fingers into his mouth, licking the end before sucking on each, one by one, while staring deeply into your eyes.
You stared back at him, mouth slightly agape as he toyed with you like he never had before. Your head felt cloudy, a mix of pleasure and blood loss as you allowed him to have his way with you.
“Be good for me ok?” He condescended.
You gulped and nodded.
He shifted you out of his lap until you were laying back on the bed. You turned to him confused. He smirked at you before rolling onto you and pinning your hands to the bed.
You gasped, filled with shock and excitement as he stared down at you.
He lowered his mouth to you chest, sucking and biting at the skin. Little pearls of blood appeared wherever he bit down into you.
After awhile, David released his grip on you to fish through your drawer.
“What are you doing babe?” You asked him.
“You’ll see baby,” he purred, “just stay real still for me.”
He pulled the handcuffs you thought you’d discarded long ago from your bedside drawer.
Your face flushed bright red immediately as you realized his intentions. “How did you know about those,” you asked mortified.
“Don’t worry about it babe,” he told you, “now you said you were gonna be good for me right?”
Your breath hitched, “yeah,” you said.
“Then hold still,” he whispered in your ear as he fastened your hands into the cuffs around the bed frame.
He placed a kiss on your lips, before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and biting down. When he pulled back you could feel the blood trailing down your lips and falling onto your chest as he watched you, transfixed.
He moved down to your stomach, leaving small soft kisses and sucking gently, but never breaking the skin.
When he finished he made it down to your legs. Instead of his usually foreplay, he bit directly into your inner thigh prompting you to throw your head back and scream in a mix of agony and ecstasy.
He groaned as he fed from his other favorite spot, your moans and whimpers feeding his ego while your blood fed his appetite.
When he finally pulled away his eyes were yellow and his mouth was bright red. He kissed you once more smearing your own blood onto your lips.
He unlocked your handcuffs and rubbed your wrists gently as you fell back onto the pillows exhausted. Your eyes fluttering closed as you fought a losing battle to stay conscious.
“I’ll tell Kyle you’re not gonna make it,” David said smirking as he grabbed your phone.
You grunted in affirmation as you rolled over and drifted off to sleep, you body’s blood supply too depleted to do much else.
After sending Kyle a text from your phone letting him know you wouldn’t be meeting him for dinner tonight, and there would be no need to reschedule, David crawled into bed behind you and stroked your hair.
You shifted in your sleep exposing the column of your neck, which was covered in bites. You were all his.
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gothamslostboy · 1 year
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Time To Join The Club
Summary: Paul’s mate doesn’t like the vampire lifestyle they’ve been tricked into, and David has noticed how much that upsets Paul
WARNINGS: extremely toxic david, mentions of deceitful turning, david scratching and shoving reader, manipulating and threatening reader, dismissing and demeaning reader’s feelings
A/N: this is my first attempt at writing seriously dark/toxic David, and is it bad how much I enjoyed it? Probably. Am I gonna do it again? Absolutely. This is my darkest fic yet so please read the warnings
DAVID YOU
I could hear his footsteps from a mile away. Just like I could hear the hundreds of heartbeats behind me, blissfully enjoying their night on the boardwalk. God I would give anything to feel like that again. To be like them again.
You can’t ignore us forever. I’ve watched you sigh and pity yourself for two days now- my scoff interrupts him and quickens his arrival behind me. You’re done moping now. David grabs my arm and pulls me back towards him. It’s upsetting Paul.
Who gives a shit. Fuck off and leave me alone. His cold stare hardens with his jawline as he holds me in place, my struggles to break free useless against him. You. He is your mate, your job is to keep him happy. Just like his is the same to you. Oh? And he’s doing such a great job at that. I barely even know the guy! And I don’t want to, so fuck him to-
Sharp pain fills my face, David’s claws grasping at my jaw. Thick red blood flows around his fingers as he drags me even closer. He gave you a gift. He chose your eternal life, do not disrespect my brother or you will wish for death. I don’t dare struggle, frozen in horror of his yellowed stare, highlighting his jagged, aggressive features. It feels like we’re stuck in place, seconds passing like hours until he finally shoves me to the ground, watching with twisted satisfaction as I run my hands over my jaw and wince at the sting of salty tears on my wounds.
This is no gift David. I try to will myself into a more unemotional state, but my lip continues to quiver. He turned me into a monster. YOU turned me into a monster.
Im met with dismissive laughter. We turned you into a monster? If I’m not mistaken, no one forced you to drink my ‘wine’. He kneels down infront of me and speaks through gritted teeth. You took it freely and drank every last drop. All we did is tell you what you’d gain; a family, a long life full of love and joy. Yet you have the audacity to spit in our faces, call us monsters, and pity yourself for your own doing. I have no idea what Paul sees in you, if it were up to me you’d of died in the first hour. But he loves you, and in time you’ll learn your place and love him back. A smirk covers his now human features, satisfied that his words could hurt me even if Paul had asked him not to physically damage me.
Now listen Y/N, we are going to wait here until your face heals. Then, you will come back to the cave with me and apologize to Paul, AND to the rest of us for being so dramatic or I will destroy every remaining morsel of your human life, including the people. Do you understand me?
I stare down David, praying that the sun would rise and set him ablaze. He begins to move his hand towards my face again, prompting me to speak. Fine, but I have no apology for you and their’s will be hollow. He tsks, shoving me fully back against the sand.
As long as he believes it, I don’t care. In time you will learn how foolish you’re being and will give me the apology I deserve. He glances over me again.
Your face is healed, get up and start to think of what you’ll say.
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bluberryfields · 9 months
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This is what happens when you're raised by TV and trained in literary analysis
Beyond the crushing heartbreak of that finale, one thing in particular has stuck with me when I look at it in the context of S2 as a whole.
He lays out their relationship, "We're a team, a group. A group of the two of us. And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't."
He then turns his head away and says, "I mean, the last few years, not really."
He pauses here, facing the interior of the bookshop. Really looks it up and down.
Turns back, "And I would like to spend" before choking on his words and looks toward the window. He can't finish saying something like "And I would like to spend eternity with you" because that's too much, too fast, for both of them.
But it's that "last few years" bit that has firmly lodged itself in my very broken brain.
According to Gaiman, it's been "a few years" since the end of Season 1. Armageddon has been averted. Heaven and Hell have reluctantly retreated. Crowley and Aziraphale have been effectively cut loose from their "sides," leaving them to form their own side.
So at the start of Season 2, we get a glimpse of the “fragile existence” they have carved out for themselves. To me, the biggest difference that we see is how they exist together in front of others. Going to the coffee shop, the pub, and the other shops along the street that Aziraphale has lived on for over 200 years. And don’t forget how they act in front of Nina, Maggie, and sweet, dim Muriel.
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At the coffee shop, Aziraphale stammers a bit when Nina asks who Crowley is, but he still seems to have affection in his voice when he says, "We go back a long time."
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Compared to Shakespearian "He's not my friend! We've never met before. We don't know each other!" panic, this is an incredible difference.
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Of course, each time, Crowley is cool and cheeky and does nothing to indicate that they aren't a pair. Though, of course, he does deny it when Nina asks about Aziraphale being his side piece. “He’s not my bit on the side! He’s far too pure of heart to be anyone’s bit on the side.” And refers to him as an “Angel [swallows]I know.”
When they go the pub, Crowley's joy at doing something together in public that they do not normally do is super cute, including his cheeky order for Aziraphale's sherry. Then, when bringing the drinks over to the socially trapped Aziraphale, he greets Mr. Brown with a truly adorable, "Hello" and a signature DT smile. Then upon hearing how “excited” Mr. Fell is to host the meeting, he looks down and says, “Oh? You astonish me.” while Aziraphale sips his sherry and squirms.
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We also watch as Crowley follows Aziraphale as he goes to each shop and talks to the owners about the meeting/secret ball. In theory, Crowley has no reason to tag along, and he certainly doesn’t help sway anyone who doesn’t want to/can’t go. He goofs around at the magic shop. He splays out on the bench, chin on hand, looking for all the world a husband waiting for his wife to pick out a dress at the department store. They are so married it’s ridiculous.
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Finally, their behavior in front of Muriel while inside their sanctuary. Crowley sits on the arm of Aziraphale’s chair, somehow looking supremely comfortable on the old-fashioned furniture. He folds up those gloriously long limbs and presses himself as close as possible.
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He smiles and plays along with Aziraphale’s coaching of Muriel in her disguise. Calls him Angel and asks to speak in private. And at the end, during the awful wait while Aziraphale talks with The Metatron, Crowley cleans up the shop and tells Muriel that he and Aziraphale will need some “us” time after all this. No beating around the bush. 
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Without oversight, they can be openly together and happy. But Heaven just can’t let that happen. 
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no-more-nightingales · 9 months
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why do so many men get pissed and personally offended when they see men in make up and long hair, fucking excuse me look at these beautiful fucking men
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don’t let your toxic masculinity keep you from being pretty
edit: removed the pic of Kim Dracula from the post. thank you, @electricbullet for informing me that they’re non binary and use they/them pronouns :) 💛🤍💜🖤
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morepeachyogurt · 10 months
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i love you, i do, but i cannot fucking stomach you
1. richard siken | 2. david foster wallace | 3. slavoj žižek | 4. x? | 5. succession, jesse armstrong. gif by @lesbiankendall | 6. orla gartland | 7. trista mateer | 8. ilya repin | 9. iain thomas | 10. thoroughbreds, cory finley | 11. yrsa daley-ward |
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1. sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them
2. [in red highlight] everything i’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
3. [white text on a background of a field] A FRIEND HAS TO BE OUTSIDE MY REACH, BEYOND MY GRASP. AND THERE CAN BE NO FRIENDSHIP WITH SOMEONE WHOM I AM NOT READY TO BETRAY: A FRIEND IS SOMEONE I CAN BETRAY WITH LOVE.
4. Long before Caesar and Brutus were lessons, they were friends. // They played with stick swords in their kingdom of trees // and dressed up in crowns of flowers // and painted mud on each other's faces. // The pair was often found walking down dirt roads, // Caesar stomping proud and tall, // and Brutus- step by step- placing his feet into the footprints left behind. // Caesar grew into a strong Roman man. // Brutus grew into Caesar's shoes. // They walked to a wishing well and they threw in their weapons // and Caesar whispered a prophecy: // "We live and die together." // The day before the slaughter, Brutus took pause. // He turned to Caesar and thought // "I'll love you twice as hard today to make up // for tomorrow," // and they stayed up and played cards on the kitchen floor. // It wasn't until the next morning that Brutus realized how cold the tile was. // Life and death are not mutually exclusive. // When Caesar died, so did Brutus, in the sense that he never really lived again. // In the present, when someone mentions one of them, // they seldom exclude mention of the other.
5. a scene from succession. the characters kendall and stewy are in a dimly lit alley, one walks away from the other while saying “you’re my third oldest friend. you fucked me like a tied goat. we’re great.”
6. I'm not happy if you're not happy // And swear that you're always sad // You're pathetic, I resent it // When you're down, it hurts so bad
7. I've gotten so good about not flinching at the sound of your name that people don't know I'd still throw myself mouth-open into the ocean for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it.
8. the painting ‘Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivana’. it depicts a man holding another man who is bleeding profusely from his head.
9. there are a million ways to bleed, but you are by far my favorite.
10. scene from the movie thoroughbreds. a character lays crying wrapped around her friend, she is covered in blood, her friend is unconscious.
11. [in pink highlight] and be wary of friends, yeah? they are the ones who kill you, in the end.
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seance · 10 months
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If you were truly as evil as you like to paint yourself, you would've done that. Nah. That's the trouble with you lot. You don't just see things in black and white. Sometimes, you've just gotta blur the edges.
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froschli96 · 10 months
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🗣️ Darlin', you give love a bad name
Found this in my old wip folder and it feels now more relevant than ever :)
Also these don't know why I never uploaded these they were just sitting there completely finished:
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irvinis · 8 months
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-No!!I left of my own free will. -I do't believe. -But it is so. And.. thanks for sending my clothes. -It was Muriel's idea! I'd rather watch you walk this Road of Shame naked. *the duck finally bites him*
An alternative version, you guessed it. Aziraphale was allowed to have as many earthly things as he needed. He immediately got a cactus named Crowley and a personal mug. And a personal spoon. And a personal tea jar. Perhaps he had become too individualistic for Heaven.
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yukennico · 3 months
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love it?
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yogkaiser · 1 year
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.ugly melting faces in horror
• Mason Verger (Hannibal) 2001
• Emil Antonowsky (Robocop) 1987
• Evil Ash (Army of Darkness) 1992
• Brundlefly (The Fly) 1986
• Arnold Toth (Riders of The Lost Arc) 1981
• Pennywise The Clown (It) 1990
• The Toxic Avenger 1984
• Jack Goodman (An American Werewolf in London) 1981
• Tarman (The Return of The Living Dead) 1985
• Gus Fring (Breaking Bad) 2011
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kitheking · 10 months
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toxic traits i think redacted characters have/used to have
david - gaslighting. he’s better now, but he was a professional. he would pull every trick in the book to make somebody feel like they were at fault for everything. the type of person to upset you, say “you’re overreacting” then deny the whole thing happened. angel fixed him.
asher - conflict avoidance. he hates fighting (especially in a relationship) so when things upset him, he addresses them in the most indirect way possible and ends up being passive aggressive. he usually apologizes tho.
milo - his toxic trait is that he doesn’t have any. (i actually couldn’t think of one for milo lmk if you have one) UPDATE: the only negative trait i can think of him having is that he can hold a grudge for the rest of his life if you let him (ty @frenchiefitzhere for this one) other than that he’s weirdly perfect?
lasko - dishonesty + conflict avoidance. like asher, he’s not big on conflict, but he often lies so people won’t get upset with him. ends up biting him in the ass tho.
damien - PETTY. omfg he can be the most childish person on earth. if you piss him off he’ll act out all of your pet peeves in the span of 3 minutes, disorganize things in your home, point out your insecurities, and he can and will go weeks without speaking to you.
huxley - toxic positivity. he isn’t always like this, but occasionally he’s the type of person to say “well, look on the bright side!” when you go to him to vent. sometimes he just makes people feel like their feelings aren’t valid.
gavin - we all know he’s arrogant. sometimes it’s just too much.
vincent - he’s overly competitive. he likes to be “the best” at everything and he’s a sore loser
aaron - he used to be judgmental and insanely critical. if he lets somebody do something for him, it’s never good enough. also the type of person to be like “um actually🤓” when you say literally anything.
sam - used to be super close minded and blames all the wrong people for things out of their control. if you saw fred and brights storyline you’d know
don’t even get me started on the listeners holy shit
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earlgodwin · 4 months
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"Do you have a man named Juan visiting your home this night? Tell him his brother would speak with him."
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towerofbabybell · 5 months
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do you think david caught himself staring at jonathan's back muscles while he was arching for way longer than he should've
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frenchiefitzhere · 1 year
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Listen...idk when David meets Lasko, but when it happens...
No one ever gives Lasko shit ever again (unless he wants it) Because David's protective instincts kick in But it's not from pity It's from respect and compassion Because Lasko is a goddam professional And David sees that
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bookishbrewer · 27 days
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⚠️ CW: Suicide, Toxic relationships, depression, mention of self-harm
Why I believe that House's story ends with tragedy post season 8 - an opinion piece:
Hello everyone, this is a remake of a post I did a couple years ago on an older blog. If you find it familiar, I'm sorry if this one is a bit messier than the original. It's been longer since my last rewatch.
So, let's recap the finale of House MD: Treating a drug addict patient results in House examining his life, his future and confronting his own personal demons.
As we know, House ends up faking his death in this episode, after going on a 2 day drug fuelled bender with his drug addicted patient. The patient ends up overdosing & dying, and House remains to confront his 8 seasons worth of demons. At the end he escapes the firery scene & fakes his death by switching his medical records. After all of that, he runs away with Wilson to spend his remaining 5 months to live.
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Before House replies to what Wilson is saying, he thinks for a moment. I want try & piece together what was going through his head at that moment evaluating his life:
1. Every romantic relationship with House ends in heartbreak
Stacy
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Season 2, Episode 11
Cameron
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Season 3, Episode 8
Lydia
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Season 5, Episode 23-24
Cuddy
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Season 5, Episode 6 // Season 7, Episode 23
Dominika
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Season 8, Episode 13 // Season 8, Episode 18
Every single one of these relationship was ended because House either deliberately behaved in a way that would push the love interest away or by breaking their trust. House was never actively malicious towards his partners, but he was not a very good partner. He was self centered, self loathing, very much focused on himself (even when trying to be as supportive & caring as possible) but at the end of every relationship, the women understood that they could not remain in a Healthy relationship with House. Either because he refused to tackle his addiction, his psychological distress & trauma or be honest with them and respect them as equal to him in their relationship.
2. House's relationship with his family
House was severely abused by his father, a military man, both physically & emotionally. His mother did not protect him from said abuse (probably because of feeling deeply guilty about her affair that gave birth to Gregory), which lead to him growing in an abusive houshold that was built on lies, dysfunction & distance (which partially explains his behavior in the show, especially his approach to human nature: "Everybody Lies"). House was never really close with his parents, so it would make sense that he would not rely on them for support in any way, not even in a life or death situation such as him feeling at his lowest in every aspect of his life. In addition to that, he may even doubt how much his loss would effect his parents if something were to happen to him.
3. House's suicidal ideation
House is shown numerous times in the show to not reject the option of ending his life. He actively tries to commit suicide twice during the show (Merry Little Christmas, season 3 episode 11 // Simple Explanation, season 5 episode 20), ponders it in the season finale (Everybody Dies, season 8 episode 22) but decides against it, choosing to fake his death instead.
In addition to that, he also indulges in self-harm in the form of cutting himself (also "Merry Little Christmas" & "Nobody's Fault"), intentionally hurting his limbs (leg - "Under My Skin", hand - "After Hours").
Like Wilson said, House cannot go back from that decision (similarly to how you can never come back from suicide). He can never have access his addictions: puzzles (medicine) & escapism (Vicodin & other drugs). We know how House gets without his meds, he becomes... A shadow of himself. Sometimes it's a violent dark figure, sometimes it's an apathetic & silent husk, sometimes it's a dark creature screaming in agony, sometimes it's just House, but something is off. Without constant puzzles, dissecting human nature & feeding his ego & emotional needs, he's lost.
Unlike other characters, like Dexter Morgan from the Showtime series "Dexter" House never treats suicide like it is somehow "beneath him":
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Dexter speaks to Sg. Doakes, Season 2 Episode 11
Compare & contrast that to House's reaction to Taub pleading with House to try & understand Wilson's decision to discontinue his cancer treatment & to die with dignity:
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Season 8, Episode 21
Just the thought of Wilson passing away before his time triggers House's suicidal thoughts. He disregards the patients & visitors in the background, the colleagues that may hear, Taub himself, everyone. This, in my opinion was the start of the "nothing else matters anymore" mindset. House was already at the end of his rope, and losing the person he loves more than anything else in the world was just... Too much.
4. House doesn't see a future without Wilson
In season 6, Episode 10, House refuses to be present during Wilson's surgery at first:
Wilson: I want you to be there
House, after thinking: No.
Wilson: Why?
House: Because if you die, I'm alone.
House cannot fathom the possibility of witnessing Wilson die. He cannot even consider for a moment to stand before Wilson's lifeless body & realizing that this is it, he is completely & utterly alone in this world.
We see multiple times that House not only cares deeply about Wilson, he is also dependant on him, to the point of the relationship often becoming toxic for both of them (hurting other relationships, sabotaging new ones, need for validation of both the relationship itself & both of them of each other individually, indulging unhealthy behaviors towards others etc).
But we all remember how that situation concluded:
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House watching over Wilson as a big bright light washes over him as he loses consciousness. To me, this seems like foreshadowing for what's to come after the season finale, after those last 5 months.
Another thing that caught my eye was him stating "I can live without Kyle" (season 8, episode 20) when referring to a guy that stole Wilson's prom date when he was in highschool. He wanted to immitate said 'Kyle' for the entire episode, trying his best to act uncaring, aloof, "alpha". Essentially, to act out of character. But numerous times in said episode, Wilson still displayed the very same characteristics that both House and the audience love so much about him. So House affirms that he cannot live in a world without Wilson, just the way he is.
5. House is willing to preform a "mercy kill" for his close friends
In the episode "The Dig" (Season 7, Episode 18), House assures Thirteen, who's diagnosed with Huntington's, that he is willing to euthanize her when her Huntington symptoms worsen (this happens after Thirteen confides in House, telling him about how she killed her own brother after his Huntington symptoms worsened. House's reaction left Thirteen shocked, hurt & disappointed, as it seemed like he did not care at all. But we know he did, very deeply).
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House gets a positive reaction from Thirteen, which is later also approved to the audience & the people in House's funeral when she states in her eulogy: "He was willing to kill me". Wilson, as we know, is also in the audience. He then knows that House is willing to preform a "mercy kill" on a loved one. He also mentions it in the finale:
Wilson: When the cancer starts getting really bad-
House, putting a halmet on: Cancer's boring.
I want us to return to the "I'm dead, Wilson" scene:
House is at a point in which he feels like he has nothing left to lose. He has no close friends that give him meaning besides Wilson, no family to rely on, no romantic relationship seems to last, he feels powerless when it comes to his addiction to drugs, he is facing jail time after accidently breaking an MRI machine with Foreman's ticket gift which he flushed down the hospital's toilet (which may as well cause him to be fired & lose his job and/or license to practice medicine, in addition to the fact he faked his own death).
We already know that House is prone to depression, self harm & suicidal ideation (including attempts), we've covered that he is willing to end a loved ones life if there is no medical solution to their health related state, we know that Wilson is not (to our knowledge up to the last episode) willing to go through any other treatment & we know that House cannot live without Wilson.
Adding all of this up & remembering the foreshadowing of Wilson's health related issue & House's course of action (watching over him as a bright light covers the screen as he loses consciousness) I believe that after those 5 months, when the cancer gets really bad, House will take Wilson's life... And then, his own.
This is essentially the end of the post, but I would like to add a few things:
Disclaimer: this post is not meant in any way to promote, encourage or agree with anything that supports one taking their own life, self harming or any other kind of self inflicted damage. This is just a theory based on how I've precieved House's character.
I am considering writing a short fic based on this post, and would like to know if anyone is interested in reading it.
Thank you very much for reading, have a good day 🙏🏼
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