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[vigilante-3073]

Nightmares

Gregory House x Doctor Female Reader

Summary: House's daughter has a nightmare while her mother is at work.

TW: Mention of nightmares, crying, music.

It was almost midnight, House was sitting on the couch watching television as he waited for his wife to get home. Y/N was a doctor in the Emergency Room and often got held up when trauma cases were brought in.

She was incredibly skilled with a large wealth of knowledge, House had tried to convince her to join his team, but she always refused.

Y/N and House had been married for five years and they had a five year old daughter named D/N.

The little girl was absolutely gorgeous and was an exact replica of her father with bright blue eyes and brown hair. D/N had House wrapped around her little finger from the second she was born.

Despite his willingness to do absolutely anything for his child, D/N had always preferred her mother.

D/N clung to her mother in every situation, screaming and crying whenever her mother had to go to work. House wanted to improve his relationship with his daughter, but he had no idea how to go about it.

House flipped through the channels, settling on a documentary about sharks that would waste another hour of his time. He looked over when he heard D/N's door open before she came running down the hallway in tears.

House sat up, "What happened?" He asked as she rushed over to him.

He lifted her into his lap, D/N sobbed, gripping onto him tightly and burying her face in his shirt. House wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his hand over her back as she struggled to calm down.

"What happened? Did you have a bad dream? Are you hurt?" House asked.

"Had a bad dream about Mommy," The little girl hiccuped, wiping her tears with her fist.

"Your mom is fine. She's working," House stated, D/N nodded.

House held her close to himself, he could feel her breath catching in her chest as she continued to cry.

"What happened to your mom in the dream?" House questioned.

"She got hurt," D/N mumbled.

"I won't let anything happen to her," House said.

"Do you promise?" D/N asked.

"Unexpected things happen every day, but I'll try my best, okay?" He said.

"What does that mean?" D/N questioned, sitting back in his lap to look up at him.

"What does what mean?" House asked.

"Unexcepted," She said.

He smiled, "Unexpected means something that you don't think will happen. Like I don't expect a piano to fall on her when she leaves the hospital tonight, but it could happen," House said.

D/N's lip began to tremble as her eyes welled up with tears, House sighed.

"I didn't mean that. I just-," He started, trailing off when D/N began to sob again.

House huffed and pulled her into his arms, he held her close to himself as he watched the documentary playing out on the television. House thought that he might almost be better off as a diver swimming in shark infested waters.

D/N continued to cry, face pressed against her father's chest as she soaked his shirt with a mixture of snot and tears.

House sighed, giving her back a gentle pat, "Do you want to see something cool?" He asked.

D/N nodded, "Yes, please," She mumbled.

"You gotta get up for a minute," House said. D/N slid off his lap and onto the floor, following after him as he limped over to the piano.

He sat down on the bench, patting the space beside him, "Have a seat," House said.

D/N climbed up onto the bench, sitting next to her father, "I wrote this when I was younger," He said.

House began to play for her, she watched his fingers move across the ivory keys in awe. He played through the song a few times before lowering his hands from the keys.

"How was that?" He asked.

"Good," She stated.

He smiled, "Wanna try?" He questioned, she nodded her head.

...

House sat at the piano with his daughter until she tired herself out. She let out a yawn and he brought her to her room, tucking her into bed and making sure her nightlight was on.

House moved towards the door, "Wait, Daddy, don't go," D/N mumbled, reaching out for him.

"You want me to stay?" House questioned, she nodded.

"Scoot over then," He said.

D/N shuffled over in her bed, making space for her father to lay down beside her. His legs hung over the end of the bed, but he settled in to the best of his ability.

D/N shifted, snuggling into his side and resting her head on his chest. Her little hand gripped onto the material of his shirt.

House stayed with her until she fell asleep, he waited to make sure she was sleeping soundly before he slipped out from beside her.

House pulled the covers up over D/N, making his way over to the door and stepping out of her bedroom.

House closed the door carefully, he looked over when he heard a noise from the kitchen. House made his way down the hallway, stopping in the doorway to the kitchen.

Y/N moved around the kitchen quietly, heating up a plate of leftovers in the microwave and pouring herself a glass of wine.

"You're late," House stated.

Y/N jumped slightly, turning to face him, "You scared the crap out of me, Greg," She huffed, resting a hand on her chest over her racing heart.

"Your kid had a nightmare," House said.

"Is she okay?" Y/N questioned.

"She's fine... Papa House took care of it," House said.

"How long did that take you?" She asked.

"Not long... I may have given her the idea that you'd be hit by a falling piano, but that's beside the point," He said.

Y/N sighed, "Is she asleep?" She asked.

"Yeah, I played the piano for her and she settled down. I'm sure she would have preferred you though," House replied.

"I feel like I'm never there for her anymore," She said.

"You're working, not partying and she's going to have to learn to be without you at some point. Better to get over her attachment to you now rather than in when she's starting college," House shrugged.

Y/N pulled her plate from the microwave, setting it down on the kitchen island. She took a sip of her wine, returning the glass to the top of the island.

"I thought it would be easier than this. I know that's irrational," She started.

"Completely, but go on," House added.

"I know it's irrational, but I thought that everything would just fall into place... It seems to for everyone else, but it just won't for me," Y/N said.

"Everyone's life is chaos, some people just hide it better than others... You're a good mom and that kid loves you," House stated.

"Thank you, I really needed to hear that," Y/N replied softly, tears gathering in her eyes.

House sighed, making his way over and pulling his wife into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him with a sniffle, resting her head on his shoulder.

"My god, you're just like your daughter with all these waterworks," House said.

Y/N huffed a laugh, "Don't be an ass," She muttered.

"I'm just saying that our daughter clearly didn't get her emotional side from me," House said, rubbing his hand over her back.

"You're a good dad, House," Y/N said softly.

"I'm only in it for the number one dad mug, after that the kid's all yours," House stated.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Anything good on tv?" She asked.

"Reruns of Seinfeld and documentaries about the pyramids," House offered.

"Let's give Seinfeld a try," Y/N said, picking up her plate and wine glass.

House followed her into the living room, sitting next to her and turning the television on. He draped his arm along the back of the couch behind her, enjoying the time he was able to spend with his wife.

...

House woke up to the morning sunlight flooding into his bedroom. He turned onto his back, a confused look on his face when he realized that Y/N was still asleep in bed beside him.

He looked over at the alarm clock on his nightstand, it was almost eight o'clock in the morning. House turned towards her, his hand rubbing over her bicep gently. Y/N hummed after a moment, turning onto her back as her eyes fluttered open.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?" Y/N questioned softly.

"It's almost eight," House said.

"I called in. I'm gonna spend the day with you and D/N," Y/N said.

"Really?" House asked, she nodded.

"Then we're going back to sleep," He said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.

Y/N closed her eyes, settling back into his body with a soft sigh. They laid together for another hour before the door to the bedroom opened.

D/N made her way into the room with her teddy bear clutched in her hand, hair wild from a night of sleep.

"Hey, baby, how did you sleep?" Y/N questioned.

"Not done yet. Still sleepy," D/N grumbled, stopping at the edge of the bed by her mother.

Y/N reached out and scooped up the little girl, tucking her under the blankets and holding her close.

Y/N pressed a kiss to her forehead, "I love you, baby," She said softly, brushing the mess of curls away from her face.

"Love you too," D/N mumbled, already falling back asleep.

House pressed a kiss to his wife's shoulder, "I'd say I love you too, but three's a crowd," He teased.

"I love you too, Greg," Y/N smiled.

They all eventually fell back asleep, cuddled close together as they wasted a day. House woke up after another few hours had passed, Y/N and D/N were no longer in bed beside him.

House dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom, he splashed some water on his face and brushed his teeth. House grabbed his cane and made his way out into the apartment, following the soft giggles of his daughter to the kitchen.

D/N was sitting on the counter, Y/N stood in front of her and allowed the young girl to drop the measured cup of sugar into the bowl.

"Good job, honey!" Y/N said with a smile.

"What next?" D/N asked.

"Well, next we need to add the oil. Mommy is gonna help you though because it can be really messy," Y/N said, D/N nodded.

Y/N poured the oil into the measuring cup before bringing it over to where her daughter was sitting, "Can you help me put it in?" She asked.

D/N placed her hands over her mother's and turned the measuring cup to pour the oil over the sugar.

"That was great! Thank you for helping," Y/N said.

"What are we working on?" House asked.

"Muffins!" D/N said happily.

"I love muffins. What kind?" House questioned.

"Blueberry," Y/N replied, cracking an egg into the mixture.

She passed D/N a whisk, "Can you mix this together for me? Just go nice and slow, okay?" Y/N questioned, D/N nodded and began moving the whisk through the mixture.

Y/N quickly measured out the dry ingredients into another bowl before returning to her daughter.

"Anything I can do to help?" House asked.

"We'll definitely need some help with dishes in a bit, but we're good for right now," Y/N said.

"Thank god," House smiled, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before moving into the living room.

D/N helped Y/N mix and portion out the muffin batter before the trays were placed carefully into the oven.

Y/N and her daughter joined House in the living room, sitting down on the couch together while the apartment filled with the smell of fresh baked muffins.

"Can I sit with Daddy?" D/N asked softly.

"Of course you can, honey," Y/N smiled, lifting her daughter over to sit on her father's lap.

D/N smiled up at him, leaning into his chest as she watched the television, "Daddy, can we play more music later?" D/N asked.

"Whatever you want, kiddo," House replied. The little girl smiled, snuggling closer to him as House wrapped his arm around her.

He almost couldn't believe that something as simple as a nightmare would be the thing that brought him and his daughter together.

House definitely wouldn't mind taking care of her if she had any other bad dreams.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

More Important (Greg House x gn reader x James Wilson)

Summary: you not feeling well is far more important than work in your boyfriends' eyes

Warnings: the reader is sick/doesn't feel good but it isn't specified the reason why so it's pretty much up for interpretation, House and Wilson are both loving and worried boyfriends, kind of hurt/comfort given the themes, brief and mild swearing, they/them pronouns are used to refer to the reader one (1) time in a gender neutral manner

A/N: I felt awful when I woke up the other day and when I went back to sleep I had a dream with House and Wilson that ended up inspiring this fic

When you woke up that morning, every muscle in your body ached as if someone had dropped a sack of bricks on you while you slept. As much as you wanted to just stay in bed, you unfortunately had to get up to use the bathroom.

House was still asleep next to you, letting out the occasional peaceful snore despite the time indicating he'd be late for work if he didn't wake up soon. Not that he cared.

Wilson was already up and ready, from what you could tell. That assumption was later confirmed when you stumbled to the bathroom, the sight before you making it seem as though your boyfriend was being serenaded by the sound of the blow dryer as he fixed his hair.

"Are you almost done? I need the bathroom," you mumbled groggily, leaning up against the side of the doorframe while you waited for him to finish.

"Well, good morning to you, too," He responded in a voice that was far too chipper for your taste given how early it was. "And yeah, almost." He shut off the blow dryer and turned to face you, his big brown eyes studying you with a slight look of concern. Being a doctor, of course he could recognize when something was physically wrong.

"Are you okay?" He tentatively asked, trying to approach the subject in a delicate manner. After all the time he'd spent with House he knew not everyone wanted to talk about their feelings or even admit when something was wrong.

"Yeah, 'm fine. Jus' have a slight headache." Technically it wasn't a full lie, as your head did hurt, but you were greatly underexaggerating the pain level in hopes he wouldn't worry.

Big mistake. Almost as soon as you shut the bathroom door did Wilson turn and head towards the bedroom with the full intent of waking up your other boyfriend.

By the time you were done, both House and Wilson were standing close together, presumably discussing your supposed symptoms, even if you couldn't hear what they were saying.

"I know you guys are talking about me," you grumbled out the accusation while shuffling back over to the bed. Wilson looked a bit guilty to be talking about something involving you behind your back, but House just seemed amused you still had the energy required to dish out snark despite not feeling good.

"Whatever led you to that conclusion?" House asked rhetorically. "We very well could've been discussing what traffic will be like on the way in to work, or our favorite romantic movies." At that, Wilson rolled his eyes in annoyance. House ignored him, finishing with, "Not everything is about you, y'know."

"Don't play dumb with me," was the only thing you could manage to get out as a response given how tired you were. Collapsing onto the bed, you curled under the covers in hopes that maybe all you needed was a couple hours of extra sleep.

Too exhausted for your brain to work properly, you only picked up bits and pieces of their conversation. From what you could tell, they were trying to decide whether or not they should stay home from work to look after you, and if so who it should be out of the two of them.

"I'll stay here with them. Just tell Cuddy I can't come in today because of a medical emergency," House offered while glancing over at your blanket clad form. As much as he acted like he didn't care, he didn't enjoy seeing you in pain, even if it was over something small.

"Are you sure?" Wilson questioned, just to double check in case he wanted to change his mind.

House nodded his head to confirm, uttering "yeah, I'm sure" in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

You heard the sound of footsteps approaching, feeling as Wilson leaned down to press a kiss to your face, murmuring the words "I have to go to work, but I'll be back soon". You just nodded, too weak to say anything more than a quiet "love you".

After he left, House made his way back over to the bed, gently nudging what he assumed to be your leg with his cane. "Move over," he commanded in his usual gruff manner that led little room for argument.

Obliging, you shifted over on the bed, giving him the space to lay down in his normal spot. "Sorry."

He let out a sigh as he got on the bed, feeling a little bad he was so rude given just how pathetic you looked. "It's fine."

The two of you were quiet for a moment before you spoke up again, your voice sounding a little hoarse. "I'm sorry you got stuck here with me. I'm sure you'd rather be doing anything else other than this."

As much as he didn't want to admit it, hearing you say that hurt his heart a little. Then again, he couldn't necessarily blame you for thinking that. "Not true. Why would I want to be in a hospital full of sick people I don't even like when I could be with only one sick person I can at least tolerate?"

You let out a snort of laughter, fully recognizing the jest in his tone. He obviously cared, the grumpy bastard, even if he didn't show it very often.

He felt accomplished when he heard your laugh, continuing in a softer and more genuine tone. "Besides, some things are more important, anyway."

"Mhm." Humming softly in agreement, you moved closer to him on the bed until your head was resting against his shoulder, making sure to give him the space to get up and stretch his leg if he needed to later on. "I love you."

A faint smile formed on his face at your words, one of his arms reaching over to wrap around you protectively. "I know." It was his own way of showing his love for you without having to say the words.

Feeling comfortable and safe in his arms, you must've dozed off because the next thing you remembered was being woken up by the sound of a door opening and shutting.

"Could you be any louder?" House's irritated voice rang out through your ears, the sound not being entirely unpleasant even if it did manage to wake you up more.

"Sorry," you heard Wilson apologize in a hushed tone. There's no way it was evening already, which meant he must've gotten off work early.

"What are you doing back here?" You called out, your voice sounding tired yet curious. "You're supposed to still be at work."

"I couldn't stay knowing you were home sick," he responded as he slipped under the covers next to you, not even bothering to change into more comfortable clothes first.

"Oh, sure, just forget all about me," House complained in mock offense, something that Wilson chose to outrightly ignore.

"But the hospital- I mean, you're the head of oncology, you can't just-"

"Some things are more important," Wilson gently cut off your worries, his hand reaching out to rest on top of yours.

"Hm, that sounds familiar," you muttered while giving House a look that said 'I know you two have been talking about me again'. He looked back as if he had no clue what your deal was.

"Go back to sleep, honey. We'll both still be here when you wake back up." It was hard to ignore the command of the oncologist next to you, especially when he spoke in such a low and soothing way.

"Okay," you agreed without a fight, snuggling comfortably into the arms of your two boyfriends as you closed your eyes and allowed sleep to overtake you yet again, starting to feel a lot better already.

End notes: I feel like I'm not very good at writing fics with poly couples which is a damn shame because I really love doing it </3

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[star-girl-05]

Green or Red

James Wilson x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

“I’ve been Wilson's best friend for years, I’ve outlasted countless of Wilson's wives and girlfriends. Do you really think someone that's not even sleeping with him has more of a say then me” House wasn’t wrong he has known Wilson longer than you but Wilson was a known simp so you still had a chance.

“Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is then” 

“What do you have in mind?” 

“Hmmm.. Oh I know we’ll see who can get Wilson to wear a certain coloured tie.” 

“Really that’s what you want” You just nod your head, feeling more confident by the second. “Fine, twenty bucks I can get Wilson to wear a red tie”

“Make it thirty and you have deal” House laughed agreeing to your terms

“What colour are you going for?” He asked as you started to head for the door. 

“Green”

~~

“James just the guy I was looking for” You intercepted him on his way to the clinic.

“Really what can I help you with ?” 

“Well I just wanted to say you look quite dapper today, you look lovely in this blue tie but I think green would look even better” you weren't being subtle at all but you desperately wanted to win this bet. 

A blush coated his cheeks in an adorable boy scout way, “Thanks” he fiddles with the end of his tie, “You look lovely today as well.” You smile at the compliment, Wilson is always the sweetest. 

“I’ll see you later then” you give him a small wave before walking away. 

~~~ House ~~~ 

“New tie?” House calls out as he pushes his way into the lunch line, forcing Wilson to pay for his meal. 

“You're the second one to mention it,” Wilson mumbles as he walks over to a table. 

“Not surprised since it's such an eye-sore” House was taking a completely different route than you. Instead of complimenting Wilson he was going to shit on his tie and then suggest a red tie. 

“What are you talking about? Y/n just complimented me on it” Wilson is not sure if House is messing with him or if he’s being truthful. He’s more inclined to believe that House is full of shit due to the fact you had no reason to lie to him, but neither does House. 

“I’m sure she did” he took an obnoxious large bite of his food, punctuating his sentence. House should have known you would get to Wilson first but not to worry he can convince him otherwise.

“Care to elaborate or are you going to continue to beat around the bush?” 

“Y/n lied about your tie being nice because she wants you to look bad at work, because she has a huge crush on you and wants you to look bad so no one else flirts with you. I mean come on your like catnip for the nurses,” Houses says in between bites of food.  

Wilson had no idea what to say, did you really have a crush on him, and did this tie look good or bad on him. “I can’t follow you today, and I have no idea why everyone is so obsessed with my tie”

“I’m not obsessed, just thought as your friend you’d like to know you’d look better in a red tie.” He shrugged his shoulders grabbing some fries off Wilsons tray before walking away. 

~~

Wilson Knew something was going on between House and You there's just no way both of you coincidently mentioned his tie. Honestly he’s not sure he wants to know. Though when he bumps into you he can’t help but try to pry some hints out of you. 

“Hey y/n I was talking to house and he told me something interesting” 

“Really what did he say?” 

“He was talking about my tie” 

“Oh, well I wouldn’t take fashion advice from him, have you seen the way he dresses?” You add a little chuckle. 

“He was just saying the same thing about you”, of course he was. 

So this weird thing you have going on with House is about his tie. 

“That’s a fun coincidence, anywho I better get going but I’ll see you tonight” 

“Tonight?” He has absolutely no idea what you're talking about. 

“Yeah I’m going to let you take me out on a date”, This may be playing dirty but you were not going to let house win. The stakes are not high but if he wins he’ll constantly hold it over your head. Not that you were only going on a date with Wilson because of this bet. You did really like him but you were planning on making him work a little for it, but you're glad to go on a date with him a little earlier than you originally planned. 

~~~~

“Wilson was just telling me about your little date tonight” you knew when House heard about your date with Wilson he would come to tease you about it. “Honestly I’m surprised that you're willing to sleep with him for a messily thirty bucks.”

“I’m not going to sleep with him for a bet” 

“I’m not judging, I'm just impressed” 

“That’s worse” you call after him, he’s already walking away “I don’t want your approval” but he’s already gone. 

~~Later that night~~

After your date with Wilson you did end up going back to his house, and the two of you did end up sleeping together. What can you say? He's very charming. 

When you were getting dressed that morning you couldn’t help but smile when he pulled out a green tie. You’ll buy him lunch with your new thirty bucks.

[kining-the-evil]

Kinktober Day 2: Edging with James Wilson

Warnings: Dom!Wilson, Sub!reader, Fem!Reader, edging, vibrator, pre-established dom/sub relationship, slight public sex

Taglist: @flowercrowns-goodvibes @hurlonsororitygirls

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"Please..."

"No." James's voice was firm as he squeezed your hand gently. It was meant to be comforting, but with the vibrator he'd shoved into you before leaving the hotel that morning buzzing against your clit you were in no mood for his comfort.

You were at some medical conference with him, and he had gotten tired of listening to you say how board you were the day before. So, to keep you distracted he made you wear a vibrator all day, on just high enough to make you squirm but not high enough to make you cum.

"James, please. I need-"

"I said, no." He snapped, pinching your hip lightly before walking away to get you both a drink.

You shifted slightly on your feet, trying to find a comfortable stance without making it obvious that something is wrong.

"Y/n!" You turned slightly, seeing Cuddy walking towards you. You gave her a strained smile as she got to you. "Have you seen House anywhere? He's supposed to give a speech later, and I need to give him the que cards-"

You tuned your husband's bosses' voice out when you felt the vibrations go up for the first time all day. You had to dig your nails into your hand to keep from making any noise as you felt yourself quickly approaching a high.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Cuddy pulled your attention back to her with a concerned face. "You look very red."

"I-um. I'm a little warm." You fanned at your face, trying to discreetly squeeze your legs together. Cuddy stepped forward to push the back of her hand to your forehead.

"Did you have a fever today? You feel like your body is trying to break one- oh!"

You felt you knees buckle lightly, and a strong arm wrapped around your waist to stabilize you. "I've got you." Your husbands voice slid into your ear, and you quickly hid you face in his neck.

"Gonna..." You warned, and by a miracle the vibrations turned down. As much as you wanted to cum, you didn't necessarily want to do it in front of your husband's boss.

"I'm going to take her back up to the hotel room." You heard him telling Cuddy before a hand on your back started leading you towards the exit.

Once alone in the elevator, James tilted your head up, pulling you into a kiss. You gripped his shoulders roughly, pulling him closer to your body as you tried to ground yourself.

"Fuck you, James." You mumbled against his lips, making the man frown.

"You should be thankful that I'm taking you up now. I could make you sit through House's speech." He threatened, but you knew it was more bark than bite.

"You wouldn't. He would put together what you did in seconds of seeing me-ahh!" The end of your sentence was cut off by a cry when James upped the vibrations. "Screw you!" James just smiled at your words, stepping away from you as the elevator approached the floor.

"James, I can't walk." You panted, leaning against the wall.

"I believe in you." He promised with a big smile which you responded with a glare.

Just before the door opened you were able to push yourself off the wall and stand up fully. James didn't turn the vibrations down as you walked to the room but did offer his hand to keep yourself steady. Thankfully, no one else was in the hall during the walk, and once in the room you collapsed on the bed.

Your legs were spread slightly as you laid there, still panting from the constant stimulation. James walked over to stand between your legs.

"Keep them spread please."

You babbled something that even you weren't sure what it was meant to be. James spread them just a little more as he pushed the dress you were wearing up and pulled your soaked underwear down.

'You're dripping all over the place, surprised you didn't leave a trail behind you." He pulled the toy out of you, and you let out a loud moan at the feeling of no longer having constant vibrations. But you still wanted to cum.

"Please..." You whimpered, making James lean down and run his hand over your hair.

"What, you want to cum?" You quickly nodded, whimpering before he shushed you. "Too bad. You're still in trouble from yesterday, and I have to go down for the speech. Now stay here, rest up, order some food if you want, I'll be back later. And don't even think about touching yourself, because I will know." A few tears ran down your face as James walked towards the door, leaving you alone in the hotel.

[junopersonified]

Control! Your! Self! - James Wilson

Summary: House knows you (a frathouse’s sweetheart and his favourite patient) have been hooking up with Wilson, despite Wilson’s constant denying. But, he just knows a way to make his friend crack—your sororities fundraiser.

Includes: Readers Nickname is Aelia, (Reader is 28ish), FratSweetheart!Reader, FWB, Nearly Getting Caught, Workplace Sex, Car Wash, Wilson Gets Flustered, Hilson (If You Squint), House Sorts of Gets Off Watching Wilson Get Off? Wilson Pops a Boner!

The bi-weekly checkups (that were scheduled to end months ago) with House since your knee surgery, always ended up with you in James Wilson’s office, the blinds pulled tightly shut and a hefty armchair pressed up against the door.

Wilson’s warm and veiny hands caressed the smooth crescent of your waist, squeezing at the fat of your hips whilst his bucked into yours painfully (but pleasurably) slow as you sat on his desk.

Your connected lips stifled each of your desperate moans, having to keep quiet as Wilson’s doctors and interns walked past his office, unbeware of the Head of Oncology’s absence.

Gosh was it hard.

Ankles crossed around his waist, you’re gripping the hair at the back of Wilson’s neck, fingers coiling around the chocolate waves. You tug every so often, eliciting a hearty guttural groan from the man above you, setting your skin on fire.

Forcing his cock all the way inside of you, tightening your hold around his body, Wilson lets out a deep whine, letting his head drop to rest between your bare collarbones.

“You’ve got to give me some sort of warning… what if House were to walk by and hear that?” Wilson hisses, his index finger tracing below your belly button, it tickled.

“You’re always bringing up House, I’d rather you didn’t with your dick inside me.” You giggled, pecking his lips and shuffling your body closer to the desks edge.

Pressing down on your abdomen, Wilson can feel himself in your stomach, rearranging your insides. His balls tighten, knowing you can take all of him inside your heavenly tight pussy.

“He’s ever-consuming…” he whined as you bite a sensitive spot on his neck, lapping your tongue over it to soothe the bruise, “… just like your pussy, my god.”

Ogling down at where your hips lay flush, Wilson feels tears tickling at his waterline, the sight of your walls inviting his length in never gets old.

The desk begins to rattle, Wilson’s impending orgasm creeping up at him at the sight of you under him.

Your fingers rub at your clit in circles, bottom lip tugged between your teeth and your gorgeous eyes curtained through closed lids—you felt like you were ascending.

Like ecstasy was coursing through your veins, your supplier being Wilson’s raw and passionate thrusts.

“Fuck, James. I’m so close…” trembled past your parted lips, heavy breathes brushing against his bushy eyebrows that are pulled together in deep concentration.

Looking into your eyes, Wilson nods his head frantically, “Good girl, come undone for me.” He ordered and you did.

Your orgasm came in red hot, causing you to shudder and clench around Wilson—who was so close too.

He groaned like he was in psychical pain as you rolled your hips onto his, to be honest he was in pain, he needed the sweet relief of coming soon.

Lifting your hips up as pure bliss came over you like a thick blanket, sweat beads painting your hairline, your toes clenched and your spine tingled as you finally came down from your high.

“Such a gorgeous girl, I’m so lucky.” Wilson said, cradling your face in his large palms, thumb rubbing over the apple of your cheek.

“Fucking me so good I might just make you mine.” your fucked our mind spoke for you, gazing at the doctor under hooded lids.

“Yeah?” Your pussy seemed to tighten again (somehow) and Wilson’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he mumbled incoherent nonsense.

“Mhmm, take you back to the frat house, show you off to the boys.” Wilson whimpered as pre-cum drizzled inside of you. “They’ll be so jealous, they all want me but I’m devoted to you, only.

“Imagine House’s face when he walks in on us in your apartment, looking so innocent sat on your lap watching ‘Tivo’, not realising you’re balls deep in me.”

Your dirtiest fantasies tip Wilson over the age, he cums staring into your eyes. His eyes gloss over with pure pleasure, his lazy eye (that you absolutely adore) turns in slightly when he moans.

As his hips jerk, balls pressing against your ass trying to shove his cock as deep as possible, you smile at each other through the haze of your orgasms.

Pulling out, a mix of both of your fluids seep out onto the desk, “Look at that, got me cumming so hard, baby.” You purred.

“And a lot, I think you might need to get checked out.” He tutted, spreading your folds, ogling at your soppy pussy.

If you had been any less sensitive, his mouth would’ve been lapping at your wetness immediately; that was too cruel though, he’d barely touched you and you were already twitching,

“Really, that much? You know any good gyno’s?”

Running his tongue over his teeth, Wilson nodded, “I’d say I’m pretty seasoned in that area, you could always come to me. You might need daily check-up, sweetie.”

Laughing, you slapped his hands away from your core, “But I thought you were an oncologist?”

“Who says a man can’t do both?” Grinning, he softly kissed your neck up to your jawline.

Scooping the mixture with your finger, you commanded Wilson to open up. Sticking your finger down his throat, Wilson suckles on your flesh before pulling off with a pop!

“You’re good, too good. Where’d you study?” You tease, leaning on your forearms against some of Wilson’s papers whilst he cleaned your wetness up with a towel (that he’d brought from home, knowing you had an appointment with House that day).

“I’m a Doctor, Aelia, I know all about anatomy.” He shrugged with a toothy grin, chucking the towel into an empty drawer.

Pulling his boxers over his hips and buttoning his slacks up (biting his tongue when the fabric brushed harshly against his worn out cock), he sat back in his leather chair, patting his thighs.

Eagerly dropping yourself into his lap after shuffling your tight shorts back on, you pressed a tender kiss to his Adam’s apple and then his cheek.

“I’m also a married man, twice divorced. I know how to please a woman.”

“You sure do, Peepaw.” Gasping, Wilson tickled your sides, ripping an almighty giggle from your throat.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain Head of Diagnostics, hobbled by. After trying to escape from Cuddy who was adamant on forcing clinic hours on the doctor.

He also was going to steal Wilson’s lunch, ergo why he stopped right outside.

House’s ears perked up at the sound of sweet giggles. Sure, Wilson had a nice laugh, but it was never that high-pitched.

And then, when he tried to burst in but was blocked by a heavy force pushing against the door, he knew something was up.

Eyes wide, you watched in shock as the handle to Wilson’s office rattled furiously. Facing the oncologist, he squeezed your hips and lifted you up onto your feet.

Passing you your little handbag and sweater you arrived in, he motioned towards the large windows adjacent to his desk.

Furrowing your eyebrows you shook your head rapidly, there was no way you were jumping out of that into the bushes below—you had dignity!

Tilting his head tentatively, Wilson clasped his hands together in a begging motion. “One minute House, the doorknobs going to fall off if you shake it any harder!”

“Another knobs going to be removed if you don’t let me in here, now!” House shouted, banging his fists on the wooden door.

Sighing deeply, running a shaky hand through his hair, Wilson rushed over to you and directed you towards the open window. He hushed you as you began to retaliate.

“Please just do it, I’ll stop by later and make it up to you.” Wilson promised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, tracing the back of his finger along your cheek.

“You fucking better James Wilson. I’ll tell one of the frat boys to let you in.” Straddling the window ledge, Wilson gave you a pitied look and you rolled your eyes playfully.

Leaving him with a linger peck on the lips, you slid out of his office and landed on the soft grass—thank God he was situated on the bottom floor.

Otherwise you’d have no more legs for him to make weak.

Slicking his frizzy hair down, Wilson pushed the chair away from the door, allowing House to barge in like it was his own office.

He didn’t say a word as he leant on his cane, narrowing his eyes, scanning the room for anything suspicious. He stopped when he reached the open window, the blinds fluttered in the Summer breeze, almost too much.

“Somethings fishy here…” House decides, plopping into Wilson’s chair and rifling through a draw pulling out a plastic container—his lunch.

Hiding his chuckle behind a cough, Wilson picked up the messy files that he was reading before you had strutted in. Legs for miles on full display, nipples perked that pierced through the hoodie—safe to say, he had gotten a little distracted.

“I’m not entirely sure Aelia would be too pleased with that statement…” he mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?”, “Nothing.”

“No, I mean what is that?” House’s nose scrunches up, not in disgust, but in confusion.

Jutting his bottom lip out, too confused, Wilson turns and is greeted to a discarded blue lace bra, hanging off a picture frame. Oh.

That must’ve been hanging there since your entrance. Flung off and forgotten about in the midst of a passionate make out session, before Wilson received a soul sucking blowjob that left his teeth chattering.

Heart dropping to his stomach, Wilson reaches out to snatch at the bra, shoving it down his trousers, “There are the sneaky things.”

“Have you started wearing ladies lingerie, Wilson? Was that part of the special dessert you were making me, tonight?”

Running a stress hand over his face, Wilson had to think fast, “No, those are my wife’s. Well they were until they went missing. Don’t know how they’ve ended up… there…”

“Can’t of been your wife’s, wayyy too big to be hers.” Wilson glares at House, whose face scrunched up in a devious beam.

Dropping the smile immediately, House began to poke at a cupboard with his cane.

“Aelia, I know you’re in there, come out. You’re busted.”

Scratching his head awkwardly, Wilson stuck his bottom lip up and shrugged, “She’s not in there, I haven’t seen her since her last checkup.”

Huffing, House shook his head and rolled his eyes sassily—like a deranged teenage girl—tutting at his best friend’s serious expression as he opened the cupboard door.

“I can assure you. Why would she be in my cupboard anyway?”

“Because, my dear friend… I have eyes and ears. You’re hooking up with my patient!” chewing on his lip, Wilson placed his hands on his hips and whispered.

“You’re right…”

Eyes widening, lips curling upwards ever so slightly, House’s voice dropped an octave, “You are?”

“No.” Wilson deadpanned, shuffling through his files and placing them neatly on his desk, grabbing a pen to sign off some patients further-going treatment.

“That’s it.” House banged his stick on the carpeted floor (for dramatic effect), Wilson raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “If you’re not going to tell me, I’m going to weasel it out of you.”

Pulling a rumpled flyer out of his blazer pocket, slamming it down in front of Wilson on the desk. Grumbling (because he now actually had work to do), Wilson unenthusiastically pickled the paper up, pinching the corners with his thumb and index finger.

“Sorority Fundraiser?” Wilson questioned, flicking the leaflet over, he was greeted with a group photo of a nearby sorority.

His eyes immediately gravitated to you, you were so much prettier than the others, a large cheesy smile gracing your features, sticking your tongue out cheekily, long hair cascading down your back as you leant your head against a friend’s.

The throbbing in his trousers he was so familiar with that day returned too, scoping your outfit; a bralette with tiny denim shorts.

“No… House, please.” Wilson pleaded, folding the leaflet over and shoving it into a drawer (the one with the sticky towel hidden in) for later use. “How’d you even get this, because I know Aelia wouldn’t invite you to this.”

“‘Course not, that’s like inviting your uncle to your strip show. I nabbed it off the Aussie Ken-doll, Aelia had slipped it to him before her check-up.”

Heat stirred in Wilson’s belly at the revelation, he was fired up with jealousy; why would you invite Chase and not him?

He must’ve been speaking his thoughts aloud as House tsked. “Maybe she needs someone less pre-historic?”

Chomping into (what was Wilson’s lunch) the bell-pepper with spicy rice and cherry tomatoes, House crunched onto a tomato, purposefully sending seeds flying all over Wilson’s clean shirt

Pulling into the car-park outside the sorority house, a crowd of girls circled House’s beaten down Dodge Dynasty.

Their tits squished together and pushed up through their tight bra’s, skin partially covered in soapy bubbles that overflowed from nearby buckets.

Hair tied back with multi-coloured scrunchies, lips pouty as they seductively rinsed sponges off over their collarbones—it was like a scene straight out of a 80’s porno.

Wilson had never seen his best friend’s grin so wide as a college student knocked on the window, House’s fingers trembled, placing a crisp 20 dollar bill in the girl’s palm.

“Girls look! It’s that hot doctor.” A close friend of yours, Estella; a bubbly girl whose wild curls matched her personality; shrieked from across the parking lot.

Pointing a manicured finger in Wilson’s direction, House swivelled to face the oncologist incredulously, who was slowly sinking further into the passenger seat, hands pressed firmly over his eyes.

“My, my would you look at that! You’re like a ol’ regular around here, you perv.” House nudged Wilson’s side.

Resting his forearm on the windowsill, House whispered something to one of your sorority sisters, handing them another 20 bucks before they hurried off towards another car.

“W-what did you do? 40 bucks, House that’s insane!” Wilson babbled, loosening his tie from around his neck that seemed to be suffocating him.

Dismissing him with a wave of his hand, House leaned back in his seat, slowly raising his sunglasses over his eyes.

“Paid a little extra for a select cleaner, and what’s the harm? It’s for the greater good of society.”

“I’m not sure practically prostituting these sorority girls for your sick entertainment is for the ‘greater good’, House.” Wilson scoffed.

“Hah, don’t lie. You’ll love it!”

That’s when you come skipping over, sporting a string bikini, tied loosely in bows at your hip, and… god does Wilson hate when House is right.

“Woah…” House voices Wilson’s thoughts, eyes trained on you as wiggle your hips in excitement at Tina (who was now wafting herself with the 2 20 dollar bills), beaming at the hot doctor’s special request.

Winking at your friends, they all wiggle their eyebrows towards each other, going back to cleaning the other cars to keep the other men waiting patiently with their tongues hanging out entertained.

Wrapping your finger against Wilson’s window, chewing on your bottom lip to hide your knowing smile, he smiled back weakly.

“Well morning, James.” You giggle after House rolled the window down, leaning into the car and purposefully pushing your tits together into the doctors face.

He can House stifle a snort beside him, “Ah! Aelia, fancy see you here.”

“Likewise, doctor and… other doctor.” You wave at House who waves back, body shuddering with laughter at Wilson, who was not-so discreetly averting his gaze from your breasts to your face every micro-second.

“We’re just in great need of a thorough wash, nice and soapy.” House drawls.

Quirking an eyebrow at Wilson, his face is steaming hot and you can tell he’s mortified. He’s sweating through his t-shirt and sporting a growing bulge in his trousers, something you’re now all so familiar with.

“I see, anything for my favourite doctors.”

As you move with purpose over to a discarded bucket of water and soap, Wilson slams the window switch and groans at House’s laughter.

“I get this is a whole thing to stitch me up, but this is plain humiliating, House!” He seethes, chest rising and falling dramatically as he catches a glimpse of you.

Leaning over to pick a sponge up, giving him a perfect outline of your sodden bikini bottoms, he lets out a shaky breathe.

“See, this is what happens when you don’t tell your old man things.” House shrugs, “I could get used to this you know.”

He adds, leaning against his hands, leaning into the drivers seat, watching his favourite client begin to scrub at the bonnet of his car.

Wilson grits his teeth in frustration, but his jaw falls slack when you make eye contact. When you tilt your head tentatively at him, flicking your braids sending them cascading over your shoulder, careful not to graze them with the soapy water, Wilson knows he’s a goner.

Pulling his right leg to his chest, he tries to hide his impossibly hard erection from his best friend, who stares at him like he’s insane.

“What are you doing?” House questions, fussing with Wilson’s knee to push it back down but he’s met with a whole body’s worth of force.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Wilson responds, squinting as he tries to find your blurry figure through the windshield, now covered in soapy water that you’d thrown onto the car.

“So you admit it?”

“Admit what?” Wilson sighs deeply, carefully palming himself through his trousers, praying House can’t see his desperate actions.

“That’s you two are… hooking up, having sexual intercourse, riding the flagpole? Fucking, shagging, doing the devil’s tango, indulging in a bit of hanky panky—“

“God, alright! Jesus House.” Wilson covers his ears with his hands, face scrunching up in disgust at his friend’s words, “We’re hooking up.”

Placing his foot back down on the mat, exposing his covered erection, House whistled lowly and scoffs. “My goodness, you hiding one of my canes down there?”

Groaning, tugging at the roots of his hair, Wilson pleads, “Not now, what am I supposed to do?”

“I say just rub one out here, no one will notice. It’ll match in with the soap Aelias using anyway.” House shrugs, the outside world would never know considering the car was covered in a thick layer of bubbles.

“Anyways, I’d dig it.”

I wrote the entire end of this in one go and Tumblr didn’t save it, so it’s extremely rushed I apologise 😭

[mayemperess]

Giving House MD characters a rock/shell/shiny thing

Cameron- confused; Doesn’t get it but very polite

4/10

Foreman- probs thinks you’re a crazy person, why would you give him a random rock? He won’t say it but he’s beyond confused

1/10

Thirteen- probably gets it, happy; might give one in return.

13/10 (couldn’t resist :P)

Chase- undecided if he gets it, either way he’s very happy. Thinks it’s the sweetest bc he’s a sweetheart. Probs keeps it in his locker or smth. Getting a gift from you makes him feel very loved,

20/10

Kutner- Dorky boy, gets it and is SO happy, probs gives you a similar item in return

100000/10

Taub- doesn’t get it at all. He’s polite about it though

3/10

Wilson- he probably doesn’t get it, let’s be real. But he’s happy to have it and keeps it like on his desk or in his home. He probably gets all flustered and blush when you give it to him, smiles whenever he looks at it

9/10

Cuddy- you know when parents get really shitty art from their kids, but act like it’s the best thing in the world? That.

6/10

House- obvious route would be just to say he scoffs and acts like it’s stupid, then on the inside/ in private, be very happy about it

However

I’m convinced this man had like a geology or dinosaur phase or smth as a kid, bc who doesn’t? (Or maybe it’s a neurodivergent thing? Idk doesn’t matter) So I think he would genuinely really like it

He’d be like Jack Sparrow and the jar of dirt

House: “…is the rock going to help?”

Y/n: “If you don’t want it, give it back.”

House: “No!”

He probs keeps it in his apartment, and is genuinely flattered that you gave him something. He’s affection starved as hell, as we can figure, so I think he just gets a little happy every time he sees it.

15/10

[mmirx]

Embarrassing

James Wilson x Reader

In which Cuddy teases you as you embarrassingly pine over the head of the oncology department, Dr. James Wilson.

Content Warning: None!

Note: I tried, okay? This is my first time writing a fic ever! I've only written academic papers ever since, so this is sooooo exciting for me. English isn't my first language, so I'm just starting to expand my vocabulary to improve my writing. Any criticisms are welcomed!

Word Count: 407

You’ve always seen Dr. James Wilson, head of the oncologist department, as someone attractive, but that’s just it. Right?

Yet here he is; stunningly striding on his way as he arrives at the charity poker night for the benefit of the oncology department that Princeton-Plainsboro is holding. You questioned yourself, ‘How deprived are you of love that you’re willing to take it all for this man?’

Apparently, a whole lot of levels. Embarrassing even for you.

But again, who wouldn’t be over the ever compassionate Dr. Wilson? Not only that, he seems to be the type of person who would willingly inconvenience himself just because—look at his friendship with House. You’ve heard from Cuddy, a friend of yours, how he almost sacrificed his career for him and you couldn’t figure out if he’s stupid or just plain selfless. Either way, you’re intrigued.

"Someone needs water," came from a voice behind you, "or a whiskey."

"Cuddy," you replied with a sly voice, "perhaps I need something stronger." You couldn't help but to look back at Wilson—he really looks annoyingly good this evening. 

The way his suit is perfectly tailored for him tickled something inside you—ignore his bad posture—he’s perfect. You haven’t even started with his smile and hair! Did he style it differently today or was he always just good looking? Either way, he’s too good.

She hands over a drink that, "Here."

"Ready to lose on poker night?"

“Not losing a shit tonight, Y/N.” A smug look occupying her face. “The only loser here is,” as she stirs her drink, “is you.”

You laughed, of course, you know what she’s talking about. However, you kept denying it because after all, ‘How would you possibly handle professing your love to him, right?’ You feel like you’re back to your old stupid-clueless-carefree self with this brewing interest of yours to Wilson.

“Shut up,” you tried to defend yourself but you know it failed, again.

“You know, for a lawyer,” she teased, “you suck at defending yourself.”

You wouldn’t do any attempt to though. You’ve accepted the fact that you developed a liking towards Wilson—which thankfully only Cuddy knows. For now.

His selfless nature was something that you were drawn to—it was fascinating how someone could be like. Perhaps, that part of you was just trying to heal a piece of you but it didn’t matter. Nothing even mattered to you as long as you knew you liked James.

[curiouser--and--curiouser]

"If you don't stop-" | James Wilson x Reader

Fictober 2023 Day 14 - "If you don't stop-"

James Wilson x gender netural!Reader

Warnings: flirting, some sexual references, no use of Y/N, James being a simp

A hospital reception isn’t a most thought-of setting for a flashy poker tournament, but the gathering of hospital staff and supporters alike dressed to the nines in suits and gowns certainly helped create a little slice of Vegas.

You were no exception; your own evening wear clung delightfully to your body as you strolled around the room. You clutched two glasses of champagne as you peered through the sea of faces: Chase was lounged against a table as he attempted to chat up his newest conquest, Foreman was hiding his laugh behind his hand at Chase’s romantic desperation, and Cameron had already walked back into the crowd with exasperation at her colleagues.

But none of them was who you were looking for.

Somewhere among the crowd of happy poker players was your boyfriend, James Wilson. Any opportunity to play poker with House (and raise money for charity, of course) Wilson would take and so you scanned over the green tables until, eventually, you found him.

James’s brow was furrowed more intensely than during one of his consults as he glared down at his cards. And his brow furrowed further has House leaned over with his trademarked childish grin with some devious attempt to put his friend off. A shout from Lisa Cuddy broke the two apart, her impressive stack of chips more than signifying her eagerness to play. They all looked so charming in their bow ties and dress respectively, James the most so: he was alluring in his fitted tuxedo, entirely at home in suave and sophisticated finery. He’d been looking forward to this night for weeks and you couldn’t wait to spend it with him.

You started walking over to the trio as Dr House looked up at you and nudged Wilson in the side. James’s eyes flitted up to you and he was immediately transfixed. His gaze followed you like a moth to the flame as you walked towards him, as smooth as the swaying jazz in the background. James’s eyes ran up and down your body unabashedly with a small boyish smile to himself. If he could linger in every single inch of your body he would, worshiping the sight like a holy man to his only vice. Slowly, he dragged his eyes back to your beaming smile as your rounded the poker table to his side. You reached down to press a gentle kiss to his cheek and as you pulled away, he followed into your warmth. James’s eyes remained closed for a moment, breathing deeply into your scent. As you greeted him, he replied with a high-pitched, almost pained sigh and a whisper.

“I really hate you.”

You were taken aback for a second. You looked down at your boyfriend with an incredulous smile.

“Oh, love you too, babe,” you replied, sarcastically. James’s brain suddenly kicked out of its daze as he reached up to stroke your hip.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he apologised quickly. “I didn’t mean that. It’s just- you look- you’re absolutely stunning… But I still hate you.” He could be such an enigma sometimes.

“Why? What have I done?”

“You’re being very… distracting,” James’s eyes flicked to your lips for a second. Your head fell back as your let out a laugh.

“You’re usually fine with me being distracting,” you said, faux-innocently, using your height advantage to lean over James as your body pressed into his. Even an untrained eye could see his held breath at the touch of your body against his.

“Yes, I’ve seen you be very distracting through the windows of Wilson’s office,” House teased around the cigar between his lips. Your head whipped around like a flash to meet a wink from House as Wilson coughed and spluttered at his friend.

“What?! I thought the curtains were closed!”

“You did what in Wilson’s office?” Cuddy interrogated with disbelief from across the table as you and your equally-guilty boyfriend blushed a deep crimson.

“Anyway…” you rushed to change the subject from your less-than-professional sex life. But that didn’t have to be the end of your fun. “I got you a drink, James.” You bent forwards to place your second glass of champagne down on the table and unashamedly pressed your chest into James’s face as you leaned in. His eyes closed in a dizzy state of bliss.

“If you don’t stop now-“ James warned, lowly.

“Stop what, baby?” you replied coyly, brushing your fingers through your boyfriend’s coiffed hair just how he liked it.

“Please,” James let out in a whine. Just then, you spotted Cameron waving to you from across the room. Suddenly, you stood up straight, righted your dress and pressed a deep kiss to James’s lips. You ripped a low moan from his chest as you pulled away all too soon.

“Bye, babe. Good luck!” You winked as you quickly ran off in search of your friend, leaving James Wilson knowing this would be a long night.

[girllikestoread]

A Day at Princeton-Plainsboro: Wilson's Twin Blessings

inspired by the episode where wilson was babysitting taub's daughters (s8 ep5, the confession) ☺️

Summary: Wilson brings his baby daughters, Lily and Daisy, to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital for the first time. The proud father introduces them to his colleagues, receiving warm reactions and even a rare moment of sentiment from Dr. House.

James Wilson had seen his fair share of drama in the hospital, but nothing quite like this. As he stepped into Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, his twin baby daughters, Lily and Daisy, nestled securely in the double stroller, he couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and anxiety. It was their first visit to his workplace, and he was eager to introduce them to his colleagues, especially House.

The hospital was buzzing as usual, patients and doctors alike moving through the hallways with a sense of urgency. Wilson maneuvered the stroller carefully, trying to avoid bumping into anyone. He spotted Cuddy near the nurses' station and waved.

"Wilson, what are you doing here with those two little ones?" Cuddy asked, a smile spreading across her face as she approached.

"I thought it was time to show off my girls," Wilson replied, beaming. "Lily and Daisy, meet Dr. Cuddy. She's the boss around here."

Cuddy crouched down to the girls' level and cooed, "Aren't you two just adorable! You're lucky to have such a great dad."

Wilson's heart swelled with pride. "Thanks, Cuddy. It's been quite an adventure."

As they chatted, House appeared out of nowhere, leaning on his cane. "What's this? Wilson brought his personal soap opera to work?"

"House," Wilson sighed, rolling his eyes. "Meet Lily and Daisy."

House peered into the stroller, his expression unreadable. "Twins, huh? I give them two years before they start conspiring against you."

Wilson chuckled. "They're already plotting, I'm sure."

House's eyes softened for a brief moment as he looked at the girls. "They've got your eyes, Wilson. Good luck."

"Thanks, House," Wilson said, genuinely touched by the rare display of sentiment.

The rest of the day was a blur of introductions and cooing colleagues. Wilson's daughters were the stars of the hospital, bringing smiles to everyone's faces. Even the grumpiest doctors couldn't resist their charm.

As the day wound down, Wilson found himself in the hospital's garden, the twins napping peacefully in their stroller. He took a deep breath, savoring the quiet moment. This was his life now, a delicate balance of professional duties and fatherhood. It was challenging, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

And as he looked at Lily and Daisy, he knew that no matter what the future held, they were his greatest accomplishment.

p.s: this is my first time writing on tumblr 😅

[brwnbnny]

hi everyone! you just lost the game.

[prettyyoungandbored]

Honey Do List - Dr. James Wilson

Pairing: Dr. James Wilson x Fem!OC

Summary: Wilson learns what a “honey do list” is and worries about why Odette hasn’t given him one.

Author’s Note: This was a minor blurb I had saved for a bit.

NOT MY GIF

“Wilson, weigh in on something for us.”

Wilson lowered the newspaper in his hands. While he wished he’d stayed in his office rather than go to the lounge, he was intrigued. “Yeah?”

“What’s on your wife’s honey-do list for you?” Dr. Bennett asked.

Wilson furrowed his eyebrows and leaned up in the chair. “A what?”

“A honey-do list,” Dr. Prentiss said. “You know, that list of chores and repairs and shit she wants you to do around the house?”

Wilson thought for a moment. The last thing Odette asked him for was to pick up more creamer and that was this morning. Did that count?

He shook his head. “I don’t think she has one for me.”

Dr. Prentiss’ eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

“You’re the luckiest son of a bitch I know,” Dr. Bennett chuckled.

Wilson smiled, yet lucky wasn’t on the list of things he was currently feeling.

===================================

“Should I be worried that Odette hasn’t come up with a list?”

Cuddy blinked. “Is this a serious question you’re asking me?”

Wilson paced her office, scratching the back of his neck. “I keep racking my brain and I can’t think of a time she’s asked me to do something around the house.” He stopped, his face softening. “Is she mad at me?”

“No, she’s not mad at you. Just ask her when you get home.”

“Does she not think I can handle doing stuff around the house?”

Cuddy made a face. “You never struck me as the handyman type.”

“I’m great at cleaning. I know how to deep clean like a professional.”

“That’s not really…you know what, call and ask her.”

He stopped pacing. “I’ll be right back.”

====================================

The second the elevator doors opened to her floor, Wilson hurried to the front desk, flustering Becca, the young receptionist.

“Dr. Wilson! What a-.”

“Is Odette with a client?”

“No-.”

Wilson ran into the hallway and opened Odette’s office door. His wife yelped at his sudden appearance.

“Jesus Chr- Wilson!” she scolded.

“I need to talk to you.”

Odette’s face softened as she took in the fear in her husband’s eyes. “Honey, what’s wrong? Did something happen at work?”

He started pacing her office. “No…well yes…I mean, technically yes-.”

She took his hands in hers, stopping him from moving. “Deep breaths.”

Wilson inhaled and exhaled, the bergamot scent of her office delighting his sense. He watched her hands move to his face, caressing his cheeks lovingly.

“Hi,” she whispered.

He couldn’t help but smile. Only she could ever center him in his world of chaos. “Hi, honey.”

“What happened at work that’s got you upset?”

The reminder made him pout. Just when he considered running out, he realized he’d made the trip and he might as well not waste any more of his - possibly her - time.

“Do you have a honey do list?”

She tilted her head. “A honey do list?”

“Yeah it’s a list of-.”

“I know what it is.” She gave him a small, understand smile. “What do you mean do I have one?”

“Do you have a list of chores or things you need me to do around the place?”

She shook her head, baffling Wilson. “There’s nothing you need me to do around the condo?” he asked. “Nothing at all?”

“We have our chores that we take care of and we make sure Sarah’s set with her meds, food, and litter,” she responded with a shrug. “What else is there?”

“Clearly not much else if you don’t have a list for me.”

She pulled her lips back. “Why does it bug you that I don’t have a honey do list for you?”

“I just want you to feel like you can depend on me.” He took her hands off his face and held them in his. He could feel her wedding and engagement ring which made the next words to come out of his mouth taste of vinegar. “I wasn’t that kind of husband in my last two marriages. I don’t want to repeat that with you.”

Just as he opened his mouth to apologize, a reassuring smile formed on Odette’s lips. She pulled her hands back and threw her arms around his neck.

“I don’t need you to do anything except love me and Sarah and take good care of yourself,” she said. “That’s it. That’s the honey do list. Ok?”

“Ok,” he agreed, leaning in to kiss her.

His lips touched hers and suddenly, his nerves and fears washed away. He forgot about this list, about his previous failures, and savored in the softness of her lips.

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Gentle Hands

Gregory House x Female Reader

Summary: House and Y/N have a four year old daughter and have just welcomed a baby boy. House teaches his daughter about the importance of using her 'gentle hands.'

TW: Mentions of postpartum parenthood, babies, House being House.

S/N: Son's name M/N: Middle name

D/N: Daughter's name

Y/N was laying in her hospital bed with her newborn held close to her chest. The baby slept soundly, wrapped in a blanket with a hat on his tiny head.

It had been a long and difficult labor, but their baby was finally here. S/N House was born at five o'clock in the morning, he was in perfect health with a strong set of lungs.

He was a gorgeous little baby with his father's blue eyes and a head of dark hair. D/N had always looked like her mother, but the newest addition to the family definitely bore more of a resemblance to his father.

House had stayed by her side for the entirety of her labor, although he did manage to take a rather lengthy nap in the earlier hours. Wilson had spent the night at their home to watch D/N when Y/N went into labor.

House slept on the couch in the corner of the room using his coat as a blanket. Y/N glanced at the clock before she pulled out the small toy gun House had given her.

She shot one of the foam darts at her husband and he jumped slightly before looking over at her, "What?" He questioned, sitting up and tossing his coat aside.

"Can you send a message to Wilson and tell him that he can bring D/N when he comes in?" Y/N asked, House nodded.

He pulled his phone from his coat, typing out the message before sending the text. He tossed his phone onto the couch beside him, leaning back into the cushions.

"How is he?" House asked.

"Quiet... He's been been asleep for almost an hour," Y/N said, pushing the blanket away from his small face.

"Good, little guy has been through a lot," House said.

"Oh, he's been through a lot, huh?" Y/N asked with a smile.

"You did the heavy lifting, but he was definitely involved," House stated.

"I guess you're right," She nodded, looking down at their son, "Do you think D/N will get along with him?" Y/N asked.

"No... Siblings fight and they'll spend most of their lives hating each other, but that's just family," House said.

"I hope you're wrong," Y/N said softly.

"We can teach her how to be a good sister to him," House stated, Y/N nodded.

House glanced over when his phone buzzed, reaching over and picking it up. He looked down at the screen, "Wilson is making her breakfast and then they'll come down," House said.

"We're going to have to buy him dinner or something. He's such a sweetheart," Y/N said, House raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, you hitched your wagon to this horse. You can't go switching it up mid-race," House said, Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Whatever you say, Greg," She said.

...

House fell back asleep with his arms crossed, head leaned back against the couch as he snored softly. Y/N smiled when she saw Wilson making his way over with D/N's hand held in his.

Wilson slid open the door, "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked softly, making his way over to the bed.

"Tired, but good," Y/N smiled.

He looked down at the wrapped bundle in her arms, "Wow, boy or girl?" He asked.

"Boy. His name is S/N M/N House," Y/N said.

"That's a perfect name for him," Wilson smiled.

"Thank you so much for looking after D/N last night," Y/N said.

"Of course. I'm happy to babysit whenever," Wilson assured.

"Mommy," D/N mumbled softly, tugging on Wilson's hand.

"Can you lift her up here for me?" Y/N asked, Wilson nodded.

He bent down and picked up D/N, "Up we go, peanut," He said, placing her on the bed beside her mother.

"Do you want me to wake him up?" Wilson asked, pointing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of House.

"He gave me something to use for that, actually," Y/N said, pulling out the toy gun.

She shot another foam dart at her husband, he lifted his head, "That's awesome," Wilson laughed.

House wiped a hand over his face before grabbing his cane and making his way over, "Can you take him for a minute, honey?" Y/N asked, he nodded.

House hooked his cane onto the edge of the bed, Y/N passed the baby to him and adjusted the blankets around the baby's face.

Y/N pulled her daughter into her arms, pressing a kiss to the little girl's forehead as she held onto her, "Did you have a good night with your uncle, baby?" Y/N asked.

"He made me pancakes," D/N said softly.

"Pancakes? Really? I hear that he makes the best pancakes ever. Were they yummy?" Y/N asked, D/N nodded.

Wilson smiled as he watched his friend interact with her daughter. They had always been close and it was good that she gave her daughter some extra affection with the new baby.

It wasn't that long ago that House and Y/N welcomed their first child, they were good parents and their children were lucky to have them.

"Wilson, do you want to hold him?" House asked.

"Definitely," Wilson nodded, moving over to his friend.

House passed the baby to Wilson, watching as his friend smiled down at the newborn, "He really is perfect, Y/N. You did an amazing job," Wilson said.

"Thank you, James," Y/N smiled.

"Hey, he got those looks from me. D/N is all Y/N, this one is mine," House said, Y/N shook her head.

"Remember how we told you that there was a baby in mommy's tummy, my girl?" Y/N questioned, D/N nodded.

"Well, mommy had the baby last night. You have a baby brother and his name is S/N," Y/N said.

"S/N," D/N repeated.

"Yeah, do you want to meet him?" Y/N questioned, D/N nodded.

"Come here, kid," House said, holding his arms out to his daughter. She crawled over and allowed him to lift her off the bed, "Go sit on the couch over there, okay?" House instructed, D/N nodded.

She rushed over to the couch and climbed up, waiting patiently as House and Wilson made their way over. House sat down on the couch beside her, "You have to be really gentle with your bother, okay? He is a brand new baby and we have to be very careful with him," House said.

D/N nodded, "Use gentle hands," She repeated.

House nodded, "Exactly," He said. Wilson passed the baby to his friend, House adjusted his hold on the child before holding the wrapped bundle out for his daughter to see.

"You also need to make sure that you keep two hands on him at all times, alright? He can get really hurt if you don't," House said, his daughter nodded.

Wilson placed a pillow on D/N's lap, "Hold your arms like this, peanut," Wilson said, holding his arms in a circle in front of himself.

D/N quickly copied him, resting her arms on the pillow in her lap, "Perfect, stay just like that," House nodded.

He reached over, placing the baby in his daughter's arms. D/N stared down at her brother in awe, holding him carefully in her arms.

Wilson took a step back, making his way over to Y/N, "You made some cute kids," He said.

"Thank you for being here, James," She smiled. Wilson gave her a quick hug before they returned to watching House and D/N look at the baby.

"Hi, baby," D/N said softly, eyes focused on the baby in her arms. S/N shifted with a squeak, opening his mouth and letting out a large yawn.

"He's tired," D/N mumbled, looking up at her father.

House nodded, "He had to travel a long and incredibly narrow way to be here," He said, glancing over at his wife.

"Don't tell her that, House," Y/N scolded.

"What? It's a compliment," House shrugged.

The baby began to fuss in his daughter's arms, "He's probably hungry," Y/N said.

"I can take D/N to my office for a bit," Wilson offered.

"You can take her to mine if you want. The kid loves Cameron," House said, carefully lifting the baby from his daughter's arms. House stood up from the couch, limping over to his wife and passing their son over to her.

"Alright, sounds good. Text me when you're done," Wilson said.

D/N hopped off the couch, "Come on, let's go visit Doctor Cameron," Wilson smiled, holding out his hand.

D/N rushed over to him and grabbed onto his hand, Wilson led her out of the hospital room and slid the door closed behind them.

...

S/N was asleep in his bassinet beside Y/N's hospital bed, comfortably swaddled with a fresh diaper. D/N sat in the bed beside her mother as Y/N read to her from one of her daughter's favorite books. House sat on the couch, eyes focused on the Gameboy in his hands.

Y/N looked up when she heard a soft knock on the glass. Cuddy and Wilson stood outside the room holding a comically large teddy bear and a floral arrangement.

Y/N smiled and wave them in, Cuddy opened the door and made her way into the room with Wilson following closely behind her. Wilson set the stuffed animal on the couch beside House while Cuddy went over to her friend.

Cuddy set the case of flowers on the table beside the bed, "Congratulations," Cuddy smiled, leaning in and giving her friend a gentle hug.

"Are you excited to be a big sister, D/N?" Cuddy asked, the little girl nodded.

"His name is S/N," D/N said.

"Oh, that's a beautiful name," Cuddy said, she turned to look at the baby, "It definitely suits him," Cuddy stated, staring down at the baby fondly.

She turned her attention back to her friend, "How are you feeling? Are you sore? Or tired? Because I can take D/N for a couple days if you need some time to recover," Cuddy offered.

"I feel good. I'm tired, but we'll be fine," Y/N assured.

"Just let me know if you need anything, okay?" Cuddy questioned, Y/N nodded.

"Well, since you're offering," House started, Cuddy held her hand up to stop him.

"Not you, just your wife. I don't need to hear whatever nastiness you had in mind," Cuddy said.

"That's not very nice, Doctor Cuddy," House said, shaking his head and returning to his game.

"You'll get over it," Cuddy said with a smile.

The baby wiggled in the bassinet with a whine, "Can you grab him for me, Lisa?" Y/N asked.

"Of course," Cuddy nodded, picking up the baby from the bassinet. She passed the fussing baby to her friend, Y/N unbuttoned the clasps at the top of her gown.

Y/N draped a blanket over herself as she set the baby up to nurse, cradling her child in her arms.

"He's such a beautiful baby, Y/N. He has really pretty eyes," Cuddy smiled.

Y/N nodded, "I definitely lucked out. I had two beautiful babies, but I definitely think that the baby factory is closed for business," Y/N said, looking over at her daughter.

"You said that after the first one too," House said.

"Okay, maybe we can keep it open for a couple more years... We do make some cute babies," Y/N smiled.

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What if Wilson accidentally consumed an aphrodisiac, how do you think his partner would deal with him lol?

I see the Wilson lovers are starting off strong here with their requests lmao

James Wilson accidentally consuming an aphrodisiac

Warnings: nsfwish content given the obviously suggestive subject matter

Honestly given how often House drugs/has drugged Wilson canonically in the show I wouldn't put it past him to do something like slip a substance containing some type of aphrodisiac into his coffee when he's not looking just for the hell of it

Regardless of how or why it occurred, I imagine Wilson wouldn't notice anything was wrong until it just sort of hit him all at once

Incredibly flustered, he'd excuse himself from whatever sort of interaction he was having, whether that be with a patient or another doctor, and lock himself in his office with hope that the feeling would soon pass

Once it became clear that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, he was stuck with the alternative option: paging you in hopes you could provide him some much needed, ahem, relief

(How you got into his office is entirely up to you. It's most likely he opened the door for you himself but if you want to imagine hopping over the divider between his and House's balconies for a more comical effect go for it)

He's so pathetic when you finally get a good look at him. He has an obvious bulge in his pants and looks even more like a kicked puppy than usual

Typically he's not one to ask for sexual favors at work, but it's clear an exception needs to be made before he combusts from all the pent up sexual frustration

He's torn between politely declining any help and begging for assistance until he sees you sink to the floor in front of him

At that point all the blood that was being used to form any sort of thought went rushing somewhere else if you know what I mean

Knowing Wilson he probably needed to be gagged (most likely with his own tie, as you didn't have anything else immediately on hand) so no one would hear his desperate moans while you sucked him off/gave him a handjob

Depending on how strong the aphrodisiac was would determine just how long you spent with him in his office. If it was weaker, then thirty minutes to an hour would suffice. Anything stronger than that and the two of you wouldn't be seen for the rest of the day

If you were to ask him about it afterwards, he'd admit it was a lot more enjoyable than he thought it would be given the fact you were both at work during the day

Still, he'd prefer if the next time he took an aphrodisiac it was in a less public area with him having knowledge of it beforehand

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You're Hired

James Wilson x Reader

“So you hired Cameron because she's pretty, Forman because he has a record, and me because my dad put in a good word so why did you hire Y/n?” They were all curious. When they asked you about it you never gave them a straight answer. 

“Me and Y/n are lovers” The three of them stared at him for a moment trying to gauge whether or not he was joking. At their silence House added” She's the mother of my five children” the team rolled their eyes finally understanding he was teasing them. It only made them more curious, what was so secret about the reason he hired you. 

“Come on what's so secret about it?” Chase once again tried he was desperate to know. 

“Can we focus on the case, you know the one with the dying person!?!” Even with House's change in subject it didn’t do anything to get it off their minds. House was asking them questions and no one seemed to be using more than one brain cell each. “Will you focus” once again they don’t seem fully focused 

“Jesus, I’m married to Wilson, not that's the only reason but it's the only one you care about” you shout. While it is true you got the interview with House because of Wilson. An interview you didn’t even want but Wilson insisted.

When Wilson told house he wanted him to interview you, House knew right then and there that he was not going to hire you. However you managed to change his mind when the first words out of your mouth were ‘I don’t want this job, I’m only doing this so James would stop nagging’ and like a match made in heaven House hired you. 

“Wrong, I let you interview because of Wilson I hired you because you didn’t want the job and you're bitchy” You sent a glare his way. While the others were in shock, each talked over themselves to ask questions. You ignored them, focusing back on the case. 

“What do all these symptoms have in common?” House questioned and finally the three idiots answered using more than one brain cell this time. 

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IV Injuries

This is a new James Wilson (House MD) imagine that I hope you will all like, any feedback would be amazing.

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Summary: (Y/n) helps the team look after a patient who takes a shine to her, but when she gets injured, it's her husband's turn to take care of her.

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A rush of adrenaline sparked through (Y/n)'s stomach when she walked into the cafeteria and her eyes immediately landed on a familiar face. Coffee in hand, (Y/n) made a beeline towards James and let her fatigued frame flop down in the seat next to him.

She saw the way he tensed for a brief moment before he realised who it was plonking down next to him, and a soft smile pulled at his lips.

He watched her set down her take out cup of coffee before she turned towards him, curling her hands around his upper arm before she let her forehead fall onto his shoulder. He leaned back in his chair and pressed his lips against the top of her head, moving his hand to card his fingers through her hair for a few moments.

He hadn't seen her since they arrived to work this morning and subsequently parted ways to their different departments. James knew (Y/n) was supposed to be working in A&E today, but something told him she hadn't spent her morning there after all.

"Dare I ask how your day's going?" Eventually he turned his head back and took a bite of his sandwich. Lunch breaks weren't very long when they both worked in a hospital and he had skipped breakfast.

"House had a patient in A&E who took a shine to me… to cut it short, I've spent all morning with House."

(Y/n) was no stranger to Gregory House, she knew all his quirks and his strange ways and medical practices. But actually working with him was a lot different to having him come by her and James's house or drag them out for poker night. It didn't help when all his assumptions turned out to be wrong and no one had any clue what was happening to the patient.

When the patient- Adam- let (Y/n) take his blood, run urine samples and give him overall checks, but then wouldn't let House's team do anything, House dragged her from her post and back to his department for the day- or the foreseeable future depending on what was wrong with Adam.

Staying back in A&E would have been a lot more preferable to working under House, but (Y/n)'s dedication was to the patient and she couldn't leave him arguing and fighting with Cameron if he would cooperate just fine with her.

"Hm, if you're working with House you need to eat something." James pushed the other half of his sandwich towards his wife, raising his brows when she tried to shake her head. "Eat, you can't survive on coffee."

The look in his eyes made (Y/n) relent and take the sandwich, a grateful smile on her lips as she mixed some sugar into her coffee. House wasn't easy on breaks, not even lunch breaks or a ten minute breather to get a drink but (Y/n) had scampered off while the patient had visitors so she could refuel on some strong, sugary coffee. And James knew what it was like for those who worked for House, he didn't want (Y/n) becoming like them, tired and strung out and lacking a much needed rest.

"Do you think if I went back to A&E, House would come and drag me back?" It was tempting to just head back to her original post and if anyone asked, she was just needed on a consult or to help calm down a patient. No one asked questions when House walked in demanding. But if she went back and Adam continued to prove difficult, the team would most likely come looking for her and beg her to come back and help.

"Most likely. If he gets too annoying just go hide in my office."

"Thank you,"

(Y/n) kept one arm looped around James's upper arm and leaned her cheek on his shoulder while she took small bites of her sandwich. She would prolong lunch as much as she could and scrape together as much time with her husband as possible before she had to go back to the team.

But it was comforting to think that if House got too demanding or she was fed up being ordered around by him or the team, she could just sneak across to James's office and hide out there. She knew if she only asked, James would take her with him to any consults he had and just say it was for training or to have a calming female presence in the room.

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(Y/n) ran her fingers through her hair while she finished writing up her notes, leaning against the nurse's station. It was almost the end of her shift and she didn't care what House said, she would be leaving on time today. She wasn't technically part of his team so he couldn't force her to extend her shift and help.

She could barely contain her relief and excitement at the thought of leaving and heading home with James. But the satisfaction that was dwelling in her stomach slowly changed into dread when she looked down behind the counter she was leaning on and saw a flashing red light.

There was a code on room 107. Adam's room.

She thought about turning and running, James's office was only round the next corner, she could make a break for it and hide away in there so she didn't have to deal with this code.

(Y/n) had already taken three blood samples, a scratch test to see if he was allergic to anything. Checked his eyesight, set him up on three different antibiotic drips and done a lumbar puncture. And each time she did something new, Adam would grow continuously distressed, even when (Y/n) was the one doing the test. He was paranoid about something and he didn't want any more tests being done on him when he didn't understand what they were for or how they would help.

He had even started to get distressed when (Y/n) left the room, demanding to know where she was going and why she wasn't staying. It made her feel guilty even when she had no reason to, she felt like going to get a drink or going to consult with the team was almost a bad thing.

When the code continued to flash and a distinct crashing sounded, followed by Adam's high pitched shouting, (Y/n) sighed to herself.

She gathered what little strength and willpower she had left and sped down the hall towards Adam's room.

He was no longer sat up in bed, but rather stood near the window with what could only be described as fright written across his face. His pupils were blown wide and his breathing was erratic and he was holding the IV hook in front of him like the tall metal pole would provide some sort of cover or protection. He was glaring at Cameron, but when (Y/n) walked into the room, she swore his lip curled into a snarl in her direction.

"Adam, you okay? What's wrong?" Her eyes darted between him and Cameron, needing to know the situation since it was clearly escalating fast.

"She's trying to poison me."

"He needs an MRI, his liver is failing and he won't let me give him a sedative." Cameron moved her hand near (Y/n) to show the needle she was holding that contained a sedative. She knew Adam wasn't calm during any procedure and thought if he was sedated he would be a lot calmer and would let them do the scan but he wasn't having any of it.

"Adam, will you let me take you for the MRI? If your liver is failing we need to know why so we can help you."

(Y/n) tried to take a few steps closer to him but he only moved the IV line again so it was right in front of him and he was backed up towards the window. This wasn't just panic or paranoia, this was some sort of psychosis for him to believe they were going to hurt him. He had come to A&E willing and ready for help and now he believed they were here to hurt him.

"She wants to kill me, everyone does! I'm not doing anymore stupid tests. You hear me, none."

"Then will you get back into bed so you can rest?" If he wasn't going to cooperate then he may as well sit back down and try to calm down until they could figure out their next steps.

"So you can tie me down? No." He tutted and laughed cynically but the look in his eyes was manic. Despite their yellow undertone and blown pupils, his eyes were jittery and full of panic. Matched with the way he was jumping from foot to foot, ready to charge at any given moment, showed he was very ill.

"Adam, what do you want from us? If you won't let us help you and your liver fails, you could die." Cameron's words were meant to be reassuring but they had no effect on him.

He wasn't leaving them many options if he wouldn't go for the scan and he wouldn't even sit down on the bed and try to talk this through. They needed to sedate him and find out what was wrong before the mysterious illness destroyed his liver and killed him.

"You're just trying to scare me so I'll let you hurt me but I won't do it-"

"Cameron can find someone for you to talk to, you could speak to Doctor House, or the dean of medicine. And while she does that, you can sit in the chair over there and I'll wait with you. There's nothing on that chair that I could tie you down with and I don't want to do that Adam."

Looking to her right, (Y/n) locked eyes with Cameron and nodded at her to get her to agree. It was the only thing they could do that didn't involve pinning Adam down and sedating him so they could run their tests and prevent him from harming either himself or one of them. He hadn't met Cuddy yet, she could talk to him and give him the reassurance he needed whereas House's methods wouldn't be as gentle if Adam wanted to see him again.

When he didn't back away or start to scream, (Y/n) slowly took tenative steps towards him with her palms open at her sides to show him she had nothing to hurt him with. She wasn't trying to trick him or harm him or upset him, she just wanted to help him.

Cameron stepped over the threshold, about to go off and find Cuddy when a tortured sound left Adam's lips and he lunged.

He pushed the IV to one side and latched his fingers around (Y/n)'s throat tight enough to instantly cut off her air supply and send her stumbling backwards in shock.

Her hands came up to latch around his and she dug her nails fiercely into the back of Adam's hands to try and get him to relent but he was shaking with rage, too far gone to care or understand. The veins in his neck were throbbing and she could hear his teeth grinding down together as he forced her backwards until her lower back bashed into the bedframe.

She wanted to scream from the pain in her back and neck but all she could do was open her mouth and gasp while her eyes snapped closed and tears rolled down her cheeks.

He leered over her, snarling and spitting until a look of shock overwhelmed him and he suddenly let her go.

(Y/n) slumped down to her knees, croaking and gasping for air but she managed to look up through her tears. Cameron had given him the sedative while his back was turned towards her.

Grabbing up at the bedframe, (Y/n) used it to hoist herself onto unsteady legs but she wasn't quick enough to stop Adam from lashing out lashing the back of his hand across Cameron's face. The force sent her stumbling back and once she was off him, Adam backed away from both of them, shaking on his feet when his vision started to blurr.

(Y/n) wanted to speak, she wanted to tell him to calm down and sit down before he fell and ended up hurting himself. It was too late for him to panic and rage now because the sedative was going to come into effect within a minute, if not less. He was only going to end up in more distress and pain if he didn't try and listen and stop his tantrum of rage. But she couldn't speak.

Her throat was coarse and dry and her lungs were burning like they were on fire. She needed a drink, she needed to sit down and clear her foggy head.

"Adam!"

(Y/n) was in too much of a daze to realise what Adam was doing and Cameron wasn't quick enough to reach him before he lashed out.

His hands grabbed the IV pole and as quick as anything, despite his blinding rage and foggy mind from the sedation, he swung the pole. The thin metal caught the side of (Y/n)'s head like a beam of lightning striking her down and sent her to the floor in one swoop.

Everything turned to static in her ears and she didn't feel herself collide with the floor, even the pain she expected to feel in her head wasn't there. All she felt was numb as a sheet of blackness dwelled in front of her eyes, despite (Y/n) knowing she was still somewhat conscious.

She wasn't sure how long she laid there before her mind rebooted itself and everything came back to her in a slow, awkward order. The bright lights beaming down on her made her squint and blurred her vision into blobs of grey and yellow. Cameron's panicked voice and the sound of someone else saying her name came flooding through her ears like distant voices carried on the wind from far away. She could barely feel hands rummaging over her skin, trying to check her injuries and move her so she was lying on her back instead of her side.

But when the pain came back, it hit her like a train.

Her head felt like it had swelled ten times its size and the whole left side of her skull was on fire. She could feel each blood vessel throbbing in her head and pounding to the area that hurt the most. She could feel agonising tendrels of pain crawling along her head like snakes tracing all across her head. And thudding along with the blinding, splitting bolts in her head, her neck was aching and pulsing like it was starting to swell, but maybe that was just her imagination.

She didn't realise her hand had moved towards her head until her fingertips ever so gently grazed the sight of the pain and she coiled her hand back with a screech.

"(Y/n), can you hear me?"

"Hm," (Y/n) let Cameron and the other nurse in the room gently sit her up and let the blood drain back down from her head to the rest of her body.

"I should take a look at that for you," Cameron reached over to try and inspect the wound but (Y/n) caught her wrist before she could and threw it back at her. She didn't want Cameron or anyone else trying to patch her up.

With the help of the nurse, (Y/n) grabbed her shoulders and slowly fumbled up onto unsteady legs that were trembling and buckling beneath her but she forced them to stay upright. She needed to get out of here. Adam needed his MRI and (Y/n) wanted to be as far away from him as possible because this wasn't his fault but her anger was already being directed towards him and that wasn't right.

"(Y/n) where are you going, you need to be examined-"

"I- I'll find James."

(Y/n) didn't want anyone else but him. He was more than capable of examining her head and stitching it up, if indeed the wound was bad enough to require stitches. She didn't want anyone else watching over her or touching her. She just wanted her husband.

Besides, the sedative wouldn't last forever and with Chase and another nurse already in the room getting Adam hoisted back onto the bed, they would need to take him quick for his MRI. They had to be fast so they could start treating him before he woke up and started another fight.

Everything inside her told her to cradle her head, touch the wound or apply some sort of pressure in case the bleeding was substancial, but she couldn't. Touching it would cause blinding pain and she didn't need the added pain or stress or the threat of passing out, not until she had located her husband and was safely sat down with him.

(Y/n) didn't know what to do with her hands so she stuck with rubbing at her bruised neck and using her free hand to scale the wall and keep herself upright.

Her feet were bending and scuffing beneath her and her jelly legs were barely moving forward but at least her vision wasn't blurred anymore so she could see where she was going. It also meant that she could see the odd looks she gained from colleagues she passed and she adverted her eyes to the floor while she reached the end of the corridor and turned the corner.

Thank god James's office was close by.

Reaching his office struck a knife into her gut when she realised he could easily be examining, treating or consulting with a patient right now and therefore not be in his office. She would have to find someone to page him if he wasn't in and sit waiting in his office. Hopefully her minor wound wasn't extensive and would be fine if she waited a while for James.

Relief had never felt so good when she weakly tapped her knuckles on the door and heard a polite 'come in' from the other side.

"James, hun, it's me."

"Hi sweetheart. Did House actually let you leave on time?" James glanced at the watch strapped to his wrist before he glanced over at (Y/n) who quietly shut the door behind her before she walked over to him.

The smile on his face slowly started to fade when he took in her state; trembling limbs, unsteady steps, shallow breaths and blown pupils.

"Are you okay?" He turned his chair to the side when (Y/n) advanced towards him behind the desk and his eyes widened when she wasted no time in sitting down on his lap and curling her arms loosely around his neck. But it was the fact that she wasn't looking at him that put him on edge. That was, until his eyes raked over her face and noticed a large gash on the left side of her head that was oozing blood into her hair. "What happened?!"

His hands cupped her face in an instant and carefully turned her head to the side and tilted her chin down so he could get a better inspection of the wound.

"Sweetheart what happened?" His thumb brushed across her cheek but his eyes were focused intently on her head. It didn't look bad enough to require stitches, thankfully, but it still looked bad.

"House's patient had a psychotic episode. He caught me with the IV pole."

(Y/n) could feel the storm raging inside her head but when James went to touch the wound, she cried. Her fingers scratched into the back of his neck and her eyes screwed shut as she tried to compose herself and stay still so he could take a look.

"Christ, he took a good swing to do this… what else did he do?" His eyes scanned down (Y/n)'s face and stopped over her neck that was starting to bruise and turn a nasty shade.

"Nothing,"

"Yeah, that looks like nothing," There was a knowing look in his eyes and the way he pursed his lips told (Y/n) he wasn't going to push the subject but he wasn't happy about any of this either. He could easily see what had happened but if she wasn't talking about it then it wasn't something horrid or as bad as he would first assume. "I'll go grab something to patch you up."

He trailed his hands down her sides until they landed firmly on her hips and he gently manoeuvred her off his lap so he could stand up. There was nothing in his office he could use to clean the wound, he didn't usually have accidents in here and considering he worked in a hospital, there was no need for equipment in his office.

To (Y/n), it felt like James walked out the door and then straight back in again, she barely dropped her head into her hands before he was back in a flash. Maybe she did get a concussion; the whack must have been harder than she thought.

"(Y/n)… (Y/n)." James crouched down beside the desk and rubbed one hand over (Y/n)'s thigh while the other cupped her face and tilted her head to see if she had or was about to pass out. His voice was gentle but firm and (Y/n) managed a small groan as a response but she could feel herself smiling when his fingers moved to her pulse.

Her eyes followed his finger from left to right without him needing to tell her, she watched closely and continuously until he was satisfied she was able to focus and wasn't at risk of passing out.

"Can you stand, I need you on the couch?"

"Yeah," Her hands locked on his outstretched arms and she was grateful when he let her lean her weight onto him while he guided her over towards the couch beneath the window.

The relief washed over (Y/n) instantly when she sat down and let herself slump into the cushions. She wanted to tip her head back and go to sleep but she forced herself to keep her neck straight and her head up so James would be able to see what he was doing to patch her up. He sat on her left side, smiling when she reached across to hold his thigh.

"This will sting,"

(Y/n) tried to brace herself but just the feel of the cotton wool dabbing at her head made her go dizzy and sent her stomach reeling. She resorted to closing her eyes and squeezing James's leg until her nails were almost merged into his skin and her neck started to shake from how tense she held herself.

James was careful dabbing the antiseptic across the wound before he held some gauze gently to her head to stem the last of the blood. When he was certain the bleeding had stopped, he cleaned the rest of the blood from the side of her face and the little bits that had dribbled down into her hair.

"You don't need stitches thank God, give it ten minutes and I'll get you a cold compress. Do you feel sick?" He didn't dare put a compress on her head now in case it gave her shock or made her blackout. When he knew she had calmed down and relaxed, he would find a compress to stop any swelling and relieve a small amount of pain she must be feeling.

"A little,"

James briefly stood up and headed back to his desk to grab the small paper medicine pot and the paper cup of water he brought back with him. He took the liberty of stopping by the chemist on the way back up and grabbed some painkillers and something to reduce any swelling.

"Take these, they'll numb your head for a bit."

"Thank you,"

The cold water felt soothing on her sore throat that no doubt would be tender for the next few days but not as bad as her head was going to feel and she groaned just at the thought.

Once the tablets were washed down, (Y/n) slowly twisted round until she could lay down with the good side of her head resting on James's lap. She coiled her knees up to her stomach and took the liberty of grabbing his hand so she could bind his arm against her chest. It was soothing to feel his fingers raking through her hair and see him smiling gently down at her before she closed her eyes.

"Thanks for taking care of me."

"Always."

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Hii ^^ I love your account it's really the fandoms I love and I wanted to ask you if you could write a story about james wilson where he and the reader end up on a date at the monster truck (a bit like the episode with Cameron and House) or maybe House is there too, I just want a story a bit in the same style as the episode ‘cause I love that moment but with wilson. Thanks again keep writing I can't wait to read all your stories ❤️😊

hello so you should know that I am currently in my Wilson era so I loved writing this story, I took your basic idea and modified certain things I hope you like it...

´Like a date ?’ Part 1

Part 1 (this one), Part 2 , Part 3

House md!James Wilson x reader 

summary: when House invites Wilson's crush on a date for revenge or when Wilson falls madly in love with a member of House's team

TW: House being house, mention of failed marriages and divorce, some house’s jokes and for this story I don’t mention the presence of Cameron, the reader being the main female character in the House team

sorry for the grammar mistakes

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"I am the best"

Wilson raised his eyes from his lunch, House stood in front of him with his eyes sparkling with joy? Or pride may be in any case it was not a good sign.

"And you want me to tell you that..." James replied not sure where his friend was going.

"I want you to tell me that yes I am the best being on this planet that is called Earth, that you will create me a congregation dedicated to the god House so that I have thousands of supporters and faithful, and finally that you tell me that I am the best thing that has happened to you even better than your 3 marriages. ”

James looked at him perplexed unable to know what he was going to announce, knowing his friend it could go from a simple action like buying him a can of coke or offering him a 2-year trip to the Pacific islands, or killing someone, the variables were endless.

"My friend, what are you doing on Friday night, no, it's not even a question in fact, I'm announcing that Friday night we're going to see you and me the Monster Trucks"

Wilson was shocked, a surprise a real good surprise from his friend, who did not ask him to commit any violation of the law. But suddenly his face darkened.

"Wait, you said this Friday night"

"Yes, Friday, you and I are as free as the air in the fabulous world of car destruction"

Wilson was embarrassed

"House, I can't I'm really sorry"

"I think you didn't hear, it's probably because of your old age but it's okay I'll repeat it to you, I said Monster Truck and you have no choice"

"I know I know but I had already planned something that evening"

" What can be better than that? Your wife? Your ex-wife? Your ex-ex-wife? Believe me, none is worth it"

Wilson sight, of course when House was offended he became bitter.

"It's been a month since I promised a friend to see him tonight, it's been almost 7 years since we saw each other, and I told him that we would see each other in town and that I will organise everything"

House stared at him for a second and then took a breath, he didn't believe what he was going to say.

"Your friend there... uh"

"Ben"

"Yes, Ben, does he like Monster Trucks ? ”

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House had managed to get two more tickets for tonight, yes two tickets because after he offered to invite his friend Fred to his Monster Truck party, Wilson had told him that he didn't need to do this for him and that he didn't want to force House to spend the evening with another person just so he could go see the Monster Trucks. 

For House yes, seeing the Monster Trucks without Wilson wasn’t possible, it's like eating bread without butter, watching a movie without popcorn, going to Vegas without playing, seeing Cuddy with a low-cut without saying anything ... in short impossible for him. 

But Wilson had insisted, because of his damned conscience he could not accept this ticket without feeling bad about his friend. So House offered him to also bring a friend like that he would not be completely alone during the evening.

"A friend? ”

"Yes, a friend, what do you think I have no other friends than you? ”

"No, no, it's just that I haven't met them before"

"Well, you'll see them on Friday night" and he left his office

"House if you bring back a ho-"

And now he found himself with less than 24 hours to find a "friend" for tonight, so that he would not be alone in front of the duo Wilson / Derek.

He thought about it very seriously, he had to be a person who he is sure is not a plan for tonight. Either a person from the hospital, it is well known that doctors have no life apart from their work. 

Cuddy? No, he needed someone who was afraid of him.

Foreman? No, he would surely say no and the company would be rather unpleasant

Chase? Maybe even if the Australian has surely never heard of the Monster Trucks on his island.

Finally he had an illumination, of course it was the ideal plan, he had to invite Y/N.

Since his arrival as a member of his team, House has noticed his friend's obvious link with the young doctor. After all, the woman was beautiful and young, one of the reasons why House hired her in the first place, but in addition ‘miss perfection’ also claimed to be a good doctor, from time to time according to him but enough to be useful to the team. 

Wilson always had the unfortunate habit of flirting with all the beautiful women he met and they fell into his ´nice boy' trap so easily that it had lead to 3 spoiled marriage. But with doctor y/n it was different, after carefully observing them several times, House had seen that the young woman was making her friend nervous, for one of the first times it was he who was in a lower position.

It was very satisfying to see how he managed to forget everything when he saw her, to the point of sometimes stammering slightly, if he pretended to listen to her we could see that he was completely lost in front of the young woman. In short, he was a mess in front of her.

This was a enough for House to invite her, okay she was not necessarily the perfect candidate, he should surely have to explain the rules to her for hours and she would surely be suspicious in the first place. But House saw this as a "revenge" on Wilson, he already imagined his friend's face; or even George's, when he was going to arrive at the woman's arm who drives him crazy. 

House knew he was pinching for her, they had talked about it but Wilson didn't want to do anything at the moment. So House had to force things a little, and after all y/n was one of the few people apart from Wilson to support House and accept his humour, and he also appreciated it especially when she shuts down Foreman or Chase, she was smart and clever.

Upon entering his office, he saw her studying a file on the table in the next room.

"Hum" he coughed so that the young woman noticed his presence.

She gently raised her eyes to look at him. "Everything all right? ”

"What are you doing tonight? ”

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