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This is gorgeous, but I could 100% take JW in a crossword match... and I think he might find it sexy.

reading the newspaper

a fluffy james wilson x reader imagine

warnings: none! just fluffy domesticity :)

- imagine sitting in bed with wilson and reading the newspaper together

- he’d have his old man glasses on and his arm around you and be holding the newspaper open with both hands

- you lean on his shoulder and point out interesting things in the articles you read

- you get into insignificant play arguments about facts you disagree on

- intermittently you place gentle kisses on his collarbone or his neck or his cheek

- and in return he gives you forehead kisses and you bury your face into his neck and breathe him in

- and when you get to the crossword section you help out where you can, but… he dominates

- he knows all of the answers and playfully teases you for not knowing the “obvious” ones 

- and when you giggle about it he giggles about your giggling

- your happiness is his happiness, he couldn’t ask for more than that. that’s what happiness is to him

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Thank yooou!

Doctor's Orders

a james wilson x gn!reader one-shot

SUMMARY: Wilson sprains his ankle, and you get to take care of him.

WARNINGS: minor injury (a sprained ankle)

WORD COUNT: 1217

The sound of faint laughter and televisions echoing through the hallways of your building made you feel at ease. It had been a long day, and to say you were relieved to finally be home was an understatement. You reciprocated James’ warm smile as you walked through the door he was holding open to your condo complex. 

"Oh, do we need to check the mailbox?" you asked him, in a half-whisper. He shook his head, and you ascended the well-worn staircase leading to your cozy condo, with James trailing just a step behind.

“Anyway, like I was saying, I think it gets too much hate. It was a fun movie,” you exclaimed, continuing up the stairs. James responded with a disapproving shake of his head.

“Agree to disagree,” he retorted playfully.

You sighed. “I’m never going to be able to convince you otherwise, am I?”

“Not a chance,” he replied, allowing his gaze to momentarily linger from the stairs to admire your presence. “And I’m never going to forgive them for what they did to–”

Suddenly, a resonant thud echoed behind you, followed by a pained groan. You gasped, and your hand instinctively flew to cover your mouth.

“Oh– James, are you okay?”

He groaned in pain. Your heart pounded as you leaned your bag against the post at the top of the staircase before you rushed to help him.

“Here, let me help you up,” you offered, placing his arm around your shoulders and assisting him back onto his feet. He winced as his injured foot touched the ground, and you gripped the handrail tightly as you bore his weight.

"These damn stairs,” James muttered, “I really should learn to be more careful.”

"It happens to the best of us,” you reassured him, sympathetically. “Let’s get you inside and sit you down, then we can take a look at it.”

You left him waiting at the top of the stairs as you descended again to retrieve his briefcase. 

“Thanks,” he said softly, smiling fondly at you as you picked up your own bag and helped him limp to the door to his condo. Once inside, you eased him onto the sofa.

Sitting across from him on a cushioned footstool, you looked at him expectantly as he carefully examined his injury for a few minutes. You were comforted by the familiar impression of intense focus on his face; you’d seen it in his eyes doing everything from the New York Times crossword puzzle to diagnosing his cancer patients. You could practically see the gears turning in his brain when the radiator's subtle hum, unnoticed until then, ceased, leaving behind a quiet void in your condo. After a few more minutes, the weight of the silence finally became unbearably uncomfortable, and you asked:

“So… what is it?”

“Well,” he sighed, looking up at you, “I don’t think it’s broken. It feels like it’s just a sprain. Some ice, compression, rest… and I should be fully healed in a few weeks,” he said, before lifting himself onto his feet. You got up from your seat and stopped him before he could make another move.

“Okay, but the acronym is RICE. Which, if I remember correctly, means the the first rule of healing a sprained ankle… is to rest,” you pointed out, matter-of-factly. 

“Yeah, but the next one is ice. I’m going to get ice before I res–”

“Hey,” you said, looking at him with feigned sternness. His eternally pleading eyes made it so hard to get genuinely angry with him. You placed your hand on his chest and lightly coaxed him back down onto the sofa. He pursed his lips and obliged, never breaking eye contact. 

“I know you’re a fancy doctor and everything but just… let me take care of you, okay? Relax, I’ll get you what you need,” you said, softening your tone and tenderly stroking his face with your thumb. You sealed your sentiment with a gentle kiss on his cheek before heading to the kitchen to get ice. James’ gaze softened and he smiled as he watched you make your way to the freezer before he picked up the nearest magazine. He swiveled on the sofa to lay back and let his injured foot rest on the armrest.

When you returned with some ice wrapped in a towel and a compression wrap, you found James nodded off with his magazine open on his stomach. You lightened your footsteps as you approached him to avoid disturbing him, a gentle smile creeping onto your face. Kneeling on the floor by his head, you cupped his face with your hand and gingerly stroked his cheek, then lightly ran your fingers through his soft curls, stirring him awake. 

“Hmm?” 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” Your fingers tingled as you felt him melt under your touch. “I got some ice and a bandage. For compression, right?”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing his eyes. You got up off the ground, pulled the footstool over to the sofa’s armrest, and applied the ice to his ankle. He lifted his head just barely enough to see what you were doing. There was a subtle glint of worry in his eye, and you reassured him it was going to be okay.

“You can go back to sleep, you know,” you whispered. James let his head fall backwards and stared blankly at the ceiling, letting his thoughts wander, first shuffling through his list of dying patients, then to plotting how he was going to get back at House for that stupid prank he had pulled on him earlier, then to how he forgot to ask Cuddy about the budget for new equipment for the oncology department, and finally back to you. Every aspect of his job as an oncologist dictated that he was to be a caretaker, and to have someone take care of him was overwhelming, in a good way. As a generally independent person, he wasn’t used to being shown this level of compassion. He felt his heart grow warm thinking about how lucky he was to have you looking after him, how good you were to him, and how much he loved you.

“All done,” you whispered, satisfied with your work. Wilson once again looked up at his now-bandaged foot, then at you. His movement startled you briefly, as you assumed he had gone back to sleep like you had suggested. “Woah, I thought you were asleep? I was just about to go get a sticker for you, you were very well behaved,” you grinned.

He rolled his eyes playfully and unsuccessfuly tried to suppress a smile. “That’s a solid wrapping job, perfect even.” he approved. Your eyes sparkled with pride, and he instantly felt a familiar warm, fuzzy sensation coursing through him. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, you planted a tender kiss on his lips that left him feeling entirely flushed, and as you were about to walk away, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in for another kiss, this time more passionate. 

“Mmm… just what the doctor ordered.” His warm breath lingered against your skin, and his expression turned more serious as he looked into your eyes. “I love you, you know,” he confessed, earnestly.

“I know,” you giggled. “I love you too.”

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everyone says "oh Wilson would be a golden retriever" true, but I raise you this: cavalier king Charles spaniel

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Bridgerton Style Dividers

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How Shiv Roy would show love through small acts of service

cw: female reader, infidelity.

(This idea was sent to me by a lovely user, so thank you <3)

•Now, Shiv can't make it too obvious that's she's dating you, considering the whole husband thing and all.

•But I still believe she would give small gifts, a bottle of champagne or wine, for example.

•She would walk into your apartment. You'd be sitting on the couch, probably watching tv. You two would go through the usual greetings; a hug, a small peck and the standard: "how was your day?"

•Then she'd pull that bottle from behind her back and hold it out to you.

•An hour later, you'd both be sitting on the rug in your living room, a little tipsy. She'd smile at you, you'd smile at her and you'd laugh as you both sipped from the champagne bottle.

•Or, she would give you a fancy bag, something designer. Or a piece or jewellery.

•And she'd love to see you with that accessory on a brunch "date" with You, Tom and her.

•You were always just a friend to Tom, but to Shiv you were anything but.

•When you'd spend the nights laying together, limbs tangled and hair disheveled, you were anything but.

•When you'd exchange small glances between one another whilst Tom was yapping away.

•And when you'd whisper; "I love you" to eachother as the morning light shone through the curtains.

•The acts may be small, but she loves you, and she desperately tries to prove that everyday.

(Baby's first tumblr fic post!! V v nervous <3)

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J.W.

MDNI - NSFT ABCs of dating Dr. James Wilson.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He has a surprising array of high-end bath products and is always happy to slip in to use them with you after things get dirty. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes your eyes and lips. He loves your beautiful face and tells you often. 

He had always liked his hands, but it wasn’t until you’d been together for a while that you told him the truth about his features. He came up behind you and wrapped his arm around you, his forearm landing between your throat and collarbone. You whispered something obscene about it, and he hasn’t rolled his sleeves down since.  

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He gave a lot of good reasons, and a few stupid ones, to let him finish while he was still inside you. He was entirely respectful when/if you declined. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You asked him to come to your place and feed your pet when you were out of town. He snooped around and kept a memento, a photo of you at a halloween party in college. He hopes you still have the naughty nurse outfit. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Thanks to a really messy game of Never Have I Ever, you learned the depths of how experienced he is. The look on his face when Greg took the game there was one of horror and agony. But by the end of the night, with your past equally exposed, he put his experience to use by teaching you a few things you didn’t even know you liked. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Your knees over his shoulders, or you sitting on a desk, table, or countertop. He gets off on watching the impact he has on you in your expression. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a romantic at heart but has a sense of humor when the situation calls for it. He is more concerned with your comfort. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? etc.)

He keeps things clean but rather natural. He was not amused when you asked if he blow-dries there, too. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He loves to be close to you, face to face when possible, or with his face buried in your neck. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You caught him in a bidding war for a copy of the February 1965 edition of Playboy. He swears it is a collector’s item. You ask to see his “collection” and he shows you an album full of pristine copies. You still don’t know how he actually finds release on his own.   

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

James is pretty quick to shrug it off and say he’s not kinky. You believe it until you offer him some light praise and find out how eager he is to earn more of it.  

L = Location (favorite places to do they do)

Your home, your couch, your bed. Everywhere that is ‘his’ can be too easily barged into. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Tell him you need him. Let him provide for your needs. Thank him. Even outside of the bedroom. He feels tall and useful when you ask him to reach the mug in the high cabinet. He feels like a stud when you ask him to hang the curtains in your room. And when you ask him to help unzip you out of your outfit, he cannot wait to come to your rescue. 

In the middle of sex, begging and whining and asking for him to please you sends him into overdrive. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He may lick a little bit of brownie batter off of your finger in the kitchen, but taking food play to the bedroom is not his ideal. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He will never turn down the opportunity to be on the receiving end, but one thing we all know is that James is an exceptionally giving man. He’s talented, experienced, and eager to please. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s generous and giving, preferring to start slow. But he’s only human. When he gets lost in the moment, he takes his pleasure in your body quickly. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You thought it would be a nice surprise to show up in his office for 15 minutes of fun. He was so happy to see you that he offered half of his lunch and told you all about the patient who was healing faster than expected. He didn’t even register that there wasn’t anything under your trench coat. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

You’re almost convinced he is a serial monogamist simply because he hates condoms. He won’t risk things when it’s casual, but he’s quick to make sure you have birth control once things become serious. He’s also not going to complain if you are adamant that he wear one. (PSA: be adamant about it, always, friends!)   

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He's busy and a little older than you. He’s one and done most nights, but on the occasional weekend away, he can still give you a marathon.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has picked up a few things through his years of experience, but nothing too outlandish. There was a really strange inflatable.  He promised that it was a gift and a prank. You teased him about it relentlessly. Tired and a little turned on by the humiliation, he found your toys and kept them from you until you showed him what each one does to you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a massive tease. He needs to hear you beg for his touch, and he needs to be needed. Your whining when he teases is what keeps him feeling confident in himself as your lover. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not afraid to let you know how good he’s feeling, but not so loud that his neighbors know your name. 

W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

If you’re worried about trying something new with James, stop. You don’t like the way your thighs jiggle in that position, and he’s mesmerized by it. You feel too exposed in a certain position; he’s not even looking in that direction. He’s enjoying your presence and the way your body feels against his. You have no unattractive parts. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His body is the very definition of average. It’s his attitude towards pleasing you that’s well above normal. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s busy and predictable. He’s a once or twice-a-week guy and takes care of himself in between. On a rare occasion, he may try to call you over to his place in the middle of the night. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

James needs a moment to catch his breath and cuddle before he gets into the shower. Once he’s feeling fresh and comfortable, he’s quick to fall asleep mid-pillow talk. 

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J.W.

Fluffy Alphabet for dating Dr. James Wilson.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Wilson shows his affection with small acts of kindness. Lost your earring on vacation? He took the one left to a jeweler for a match. The banana on your counter is on the verge of spoiling. He’s about to make muffins with it. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Entirely too giving. A little underhanded. Meddling. Manipulative. Honest. Fun. He loves to have fun. That’s how it started. You made him laugh. The day he came into your life, he laughed and realized he didn’t want to stop. His job can get depressing, so when he finds release and joy in your presence, he realizes how important you are in his world. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Good luck peeling this man off of you. He’s a cuddler at every opportunity. His favorite way to end an evening is by curling up on his couch with a good movie and you in his arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He is, and I mean this in the sweetest way, desperate to settle down. He invites you to move in entirely too quickly. You settle for exchanging keys until you can sell your place or break your lease, but you end up at his more often than not. So often, he insists on giving you a closet space. Before you know it, you’re pretty much moved in. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He does so many things responsibly and with a lot of care. This wouldn’t be one of them. He would break your heart, and you would hate him for it; he would hate himself for it worse. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

He whips out a ring way before you are ready. He has thought of every possible answer and is still eager to make you his. The ring is probably an heirloom, so you can’t say no. Of course, when you suggest a long engagement because you need more time, he’s thrilled. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle but durable. His softness just absorbs your prickly attitude and leaves you with a cozy place to land. He can take your bad attitude when it arises and is there to bring you back to a more gentle place. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are their own language with Wilson. You will know exactly what he is thinking by the way he hugs you. “ I’m happy to see you” - “I needed this hug” - “Please don’t go” - and “I bet I can give you a damn good reason to stay” are his most used hugs. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says it the moment he realizes it, even though the timing is awful. Things got a little heated on the couch, and clothes got tossed aside. He looked at your best lingerie, and his jaw dropped. You responded with It’s a brassiere! You know about those things. You’re a big boy now! - quoting not only your favorite film, but his. The moment the line left your lips, I LOVE YOU left his. It would have looked unhinged to anyone who hadn’t seen the movie. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He would never act jealous. That’s not to say he isn’t. He’s going to worry about it, not act like a jerk about it. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

You initiate the first kiss immediately after the first date. He loves getting and giving kisses everywhere - but blushes when you get to his neck. He kisses often, but if you want to turn up the heat, you have to make that move. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s so good with children. If he can’t be a dad, he wants to be a stepdad. He would happily settle for being a really cool uncle. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Kind of exhausting. He’s an early riser and takes pride in his looks, and he likes a good breakfast. All of this before leaving at 9:00 am. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

That really depends on how his day has gone. Problem at work? He’s going to need your time and care. Good day at work? He will want a listening ear. Problem with Greg? You may not see him. You may not get rid of either of them.  

O = Open  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not entirely forthcoming about himself. You have to ask if you really want to know something specific. The first time you met Greg was at a bar. The three of you sipped drinks and played a round of Never Have I Ever. Greg led the conversation to interesting and unbelievable insights into your partner’s past. It caused a pretty serious argument but brought you closer with time. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s disturbingly patient most of the time. You keep waiting for him to really lose control, and it never comes. He isn’t patient when it comes to your answer when he first brings up marriage or moving in. He really needs an answer and may even give an ultimatum. 

Q = Quizzes  (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little  detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers the small things. It’s the big ones that get him into trouble. 

His refrigerator is stocked with the specific kind of water you drink. He’ll pick out the grape Skittles and eat them before sharing a handful, so you don’t have to.

But after a hard day of work, he went home and settled on the couch. When the sportscaster said the date, he rushed to re-dress and get to you. Every bakery in town was closed. You got no birthday cake, but he made it up to you with an incredible bottle of wine and a not-so-incredible supermarket pizza. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The day you met.

You had planned to sleep on your flight, but when an obnoxious man with a cane bullied you out of the window seat in the emergency exit row, you were stuck in the aisle seat next to his apologetic friend. James offered his shoulder for your in-flight nap. Your declined and spent the flight talking with him about the book he was reading, bonding over hating the film version. After realizing you were headed to different conferences in the same city, you exchanged contact information.  When he invited you to dinner, you learned his travel companion had taken someone to their room for the night, the hotel was full, and he had nowhere to sleep. You offered your shoulder. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s too protective, entirely too protective of you. He will meddle you right out of your toxic friendship or job. He’ll go to no ends to do what is ultimately best for you. But it’s not his best quality.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries, maybe too hard. He wants things to be perfect. Three divorces before his 40th birthday, he thinks that’s completely his fault. 

He’s a thoughtful gift giver and loves doing chores around your home when he visits. You were a little freaked out when you woke up to him doing your dishes, but with time, you grew to appreciate his occasional overreach. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

This one is going to hurt. There will be emotional affairs. Probably a lot of them. You probably won’t even know about them, but he’ll have them. He’s learned and grown, he won’t act on his feelings, but he feels deeply and a little too frequently. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s a little bit vain. He is not smug about it, but he wants to make a good impression and knows exactly what that takes.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He feels incomplete without a relationship, which is why he’s rushed into so many. He wants it all.

 He misses you when you aren’t around. The movie you’ve seen 100 times, he watched it alone the first time he realized he missed you. Right before he asked you to move in. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Your first date was bad. Like, really bad. He tried so hard to make it perfect, but the more he tried, the worse it became. 

He made dinner reservations. The restaurant was closed due to an emergency outbreak of flu among the staff. He bought tickets to a play, not knowing your ex was the lead. He booked a carriage ride in the park, and protesters with PETA doused his jacket with paint as he approached the horse. 

In the chaos, you spotted a vending machine at the park. You offered to split a bag of trail mix by the playground. He was mortified and apologetic that his attempts to impress you went down like this. 

But then, it happened. 

One of the kids on the swings recognized him. He bolted to your bench and gave James a fist bump. Two years ago, the happy and healthy kid in front of you had been his patient. 

So, yeah, He impresses you. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Few things are a dealbreaker with him. He can overlook a lot of things. He can’t overlook a cigarette habit or a request for an open relationship. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s a light sleeper and early to rise. He hates your blackout curtains. But he can sleep anytime, anywhere. He’s mastered the Power Nap.