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Dress Dilemma
James Wilson x Reader
No Smut
948 words
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“Honey are you almost ready?” I hear James’ voice carry up the stairs.
“Uhm… almost!” I yell back as I try to zip my dress yet again, rather unsuccessfully.
I hear James’ footsteps as he makes his way up the stairs. I take a deep breath as he enters our bedroom, his eyes raking over me.
“You…look…breathtaking…” He says with blown pupils as a goofy smile makes its way onto his face.
I blush at the attention, 3 years later and the way James looks at me never fails to make my cheeks red. “Could you help me with my dress, dear?” I ask him sweetly, turning so my back, and the zipper are now facing him.
He walks over to me slowly. His fingers delicately caress the fabric. “Is this dress new?” He asks softly as he clips the top of the zipper. I nod as I suck in, making it a little easier for him to zip the dress. “It’s from House of CB, I picked it up when I was in London for a conference.”
He zips the dress slowly, I feel his eyes following the zipper up my back. My skin heats under his gaze. “It looks amazing on you, and hugs your hips perfectly. God, you’re gorgeous…” He mutters as he places his hands on my hips, turning me to face him. “I cannot wait to take that off of you tonight.” He whispers before moving his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses down my throat. I moan softly as he does.
“Who says you’ll be taking it off of me, Dr. Wilson?” I question him teasingly, using his title to drive him a little more mad. He groans against my skin, now sucking gently at my exposed collarbones. “That rock on your hand says it for me…” He mutters cockily as smirk forms on his lips.
He grabs my left hand, making tantalizing eye contact as he delicately brings my fingers to his lips. “3.5 carat, princess cut, near-perfect clarity, all for my perfect girl.” I blush as he describes my ring and compliments me. Marrying a doctor definitely has its perks, but marrying a head of oncology who’s 10 years older than you comes with even more.
“I’m living a dream, do you know that?” I smile as his fingers graze my chin, tilting my head up to meet his curious gaze. “Oh? Why’s that, honey?” He flashes me a knowing smile as his head cocks to the side, teasing further. “Oh, I don’t know. maybe it’s my perfect ring, maybe it’s my perfect life, maybe it’s my perfect husband.” I place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I’m leaning towards the last one.”
James looks at me with possibly the biggest puppy-dog eyes I’ve ever seen. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” One hand settles on my cheek as the other finds my waist. I wrap my arms delicately around his neck as he leans down to kiss me. His lips find mine with ease, as they have so many times before. He kisses me softly as if my lips are the only thing grounding him.
He pulls away, resting his forehead against my own. “We should get going, don’t want to be late for dinner.” He says with a sigh. I nod as I turn towards the mirror and start to adjust my dress. James steps behind me after a moment, wrapping his arms around my waist. He rests his head on my shoulder with a huff. “How are you so beautiful?” James asks as he gazes lovingly at me, his fingers dancing across the fabric of my dress.
I smile in response as I tease my curls. “I don’t know handsome, how are you so loving?” I tease as I turn to face him. I grab his chin and squish his cheeks. “I need to eat you up. You’re just too cute.” He blushes as a smile creeps onto his face. “What’s a cute girl like you doing with an old guy like me?” I laugh at his futile attempt at distracting me.
“What can I say I’m a sucker for an old man with a cute tie,” I say as I grab his tie and pull him in for a kiss. He groans into the kiss as his hand finds my throat, applying gentle pressure to the sides. I pull away briefly, much to my disdain. “Easy there, I don’t need any hand prints on my neck before dinner.” I joke as I leave a gentle kiss on his nose before walking over to my vanity.
“You’re no fun,” he says with a dramatic sigh. “Maybe I want House and Cuddy to know that you like having my hand wrapped around your throat. That you like when I-”
“James! That’s enough, we need to go.” I say with an eye roll as I stand up from my vanity and grab my clutch, trying desperately to pretend that his words didn’t have me soaked.
I glance in the mirror one last time before I leave. I adjust the strap of my dress when I notice a reddish-purple mark on my collarbone. I groan loudly as I turn to face James, who is sitting on the bed ‘innocently.’ “Did you have to leave a mark on me right before we leave for dinner with your colleagues?” I meet his gaze with daggers. He blushes as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oops…?” He says with a shrug of his shoulders, his big brown eyes melting whatever rush of anger I’d felt.
this blog is a safe space for your most unhinged james wilson thoughts 🙏
(my asks, comments, and dms welcome you)
CAN WE TALK ABOUT WILSON AND CUDDY'S TENSION IN SEASON 3??
like holyy we know you both want to fuck house but you're eye-fucking each other like your lives depend on it
especially in 3x9 when cuddy was crying in her office
(I don't know who I want to be more)
concerned and confused, my favorite genre of wilson
pov house when he talks about foreman
should I write a wilson x reader fanfic ??
BRING ME THAT OLD MAN NEOWWW
He's soooo self-loathing
A bad meme made after a burst of inspiration
hello freaky alex! 😃 can you draw more hilson mpreg so i can print it out and anonymously mail it to my best friend?
I wasn't sure which one you wanted to be pregnant... Please tell me their response if you do mail it...
house if it was done in 2024
dying at wilson obliviously eating his sandwich while house is sitting there consumed with lust trying to use blatant homoerotic imagery to blast the idea of hot gay sex directly into wilson's brain
house: lmao nobody will ever love me because I'm fucked up, anyways time to go home to the condo that my deer eyed boy best friend bought me,play the piano he bought me that says something about him, and have our weird homosexual eye contact while some sappy song plays in the background, I'll be alone forever
Once again thinking about House + food issues
House grew up in a household where “if you were two minutes late for dinner, you didn’t eat.” It follows there would have been other rules surrounding food, likely things like “this is what’s for dinner, eat it or you don’t eat” and “you have to finish what’s on your plate.”
I feel like this would be a possible explanation for why he steals Wilson’s food so often.
House is conditioned to eat whatever is on his plate and finish it. House is smart guy though, and would likely find work arounds to his own issues/behaviours, ie: if it’s not on HIS plate the rules don’t apply.
It would explain why House sometimes eats off Wilson’s plate and sometimes gets his own. If House likes what’s available in the cafeteria and feels he can finish a portion of it he makes Wilson buy him lunch.
However, if he is unsure if he likes what’s available he’ll eat off Wilson’s plate and if he doesn’t like it it’s okay because it isn’t his meal, there is no pressure to eat more.
Same goes for if House isn’t particularly hungry but recognizes he should eat something (could be lots of reasons for this but gotta throw in my personal headcanon of autistic House having poor interoception so he doesn’t always feel hunger, thirst etc but will sometimes go “I haven’t eaten in a while, I probably should.”) and so he tries a bite of Wilson’s food and if he likes it, he steals half. The small portion is more manageable when he is experiencing low appetite and is less stressful to need to finish.
uh oh uh oh looks like we have our selves a puppy boy!!! it's a pubby booy and his kitty frieeend!! uhh oh oh nooo!! someone sound the puppy alarm!!!!
Im on season 8 of house, this shit is scary but hay at least house and Wilson is friendship didn’t die like Wilson wanted
IM FUCKING BAWLING HOUSES HEAD AND WILSONS HEART FUCKING BROROKE ME EUEUEUUE IM GONNA KMS OH MY GOD
"noo Dr. Chase dont kiss the 12 year old girl thats dying of cancer!!!"
Dr. Chase
music: choice by jack stauber
i hate when people are like “and then ofc house kills himself once wilson dies“ like what an insulting flippant way to talk about suicide. but also house would imo be stuggling w/ being suicidal bc he did destroy his whole life and is a fugitive and it’s not mentally easy. but he’d also keep living. imo.
🇺🇸Some of the few drawings I've made of the couple!! (Inspired by a Pinterest post that I lost)
🇲🇽¡Algunos de los pocos dibujos que les he hecho a la parejita! 😍😍 Cómo los amo. (Inspirado en una publicación de Pinterest que perdí)
🇲🇽 Que bonito que sean novios, aunque ellos no lo sepan
🇺🇸How beautiful that they are boyfriends even though they don't know it
(Translation of the video audio: Well you never had friends and you said "I love my friend very much" and people around them will have told them "Let's see, kiss each other")
🇺🇲 Me when Hilson:
🇲🇽 Yo cuando Hilson:
wilson and house are acting like children half of their screen time and I love it so much. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND they are PRECIOUS!!!!!!!!! ots a pity that I already know what happens in next seasons.
guys update I watched like one and a half season of house md and house and Wilson are gay af.
it's so sad traditional marriage is dying. how can adultery thrive in these conditions
Am I The Only One Wondering
When can I meet James Wilson and talk him into fucking me until I can't walk while Alexs listen? Like when will god reward me with this gift like just somewhere in a random room at the Cow Chop studio!!