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bad house md shitpost
They so cuteee I can’t 🤦♀️😭😭😭
"because if you die, I'm alone"
okay gay.
An Incomplete list of Dr Robert Chase’s craziest moments.
I had an idea for a James Wilson fic and saw ur requests were open.
U don't have to do it ofc uts just an idea :]
So ig it's a kinda enemies to lovers thing where the reader constantly pisses off Wilson and she's absolutely convinced she annoys him sm there's no chance of him liking her.
Then smt happens (dunno what) and the reader is upset abt smt and is hiding from everyone as she has a breakdown and Wilson somehow finds her and.... ye
Again u don't have to do it but ye
anon this is so cutesy wutesy. i tried my best n i hope you like it!! also i’m sosos sorry for the wait.
tags: no mentions of y/n, slight angst, mentions of cancer and dead people and heart attacks, otherwise just fluffy
“do you always have that stupid smile plastered across your face?”, james wilson asked. you’re pretty damn sure he would erase you off the face of this planet if given the chance.
“only for you”, and you were proud of it.
because the both of you were in the oncology department together, it gave you plenty of opportunity to bug him. at first you truly didn’t mean to, small things like bumping into him at the wrong time. but instead of letting your feelings become shot due to his scolding, you embraced it. you make it your goal to do something that you know will annoy james.
today was friday and the two of you had been assigned the same case. the patient at hand had stage 3 soft tissue sarcoma. their condition wasn’t great, but vitals were fine. you were talking with a nurse about what steps to take moving forward with his treatment. out of the corner of your eye you saw that familiar face. the two of you beckon the other doctor over. it seems as if he was trying to ignore you, the way he hesitantly made his way over to you two.
“please, make it quick.” he huffed. the nurse explained the case while you stood there for a moment deciding on whether taking his stethoscope was a good idea. you decided it was and quickly took the device from off his neck and onto yours. you put your hands on your hips and contorted your face to look angry. james was not having it as he quickly tried to get it back. but you were faster than him and was able to keep it.
“you might think that’s funny but it’s unprofessional. i don’t understand how you’re allowed to work with adults when you act like a child.”. his comment seemed to kill the mood as the other nurse walked off, leaving just the two of you. deciding that he’d had enough you unwrapped the equipment from your neck and handed it back. james snatched it from you, looking you up and down in distaste.
“do your job. it’s doctors like you that kill patients”. his tone was harsh. it pierced your heart a little bit. ever since you had first joined the hospital crew, you always sort of looked up to him. he was so intelligent and seemed to always know what he was doing. and you hated the fact he implied that you were killing patients. the people you work so hard to save.
you tried to brush his words off, telling yourself he’s just a grump and didn’t mean anything by it. you continued your day as usual. you only had a couple patients today so it was a relaxed day. that was until the patient from earlier had a rapid decline in health. he suffered a massive heart attack and the team was not able to save him. you stood there as the doctors repeated his time of death. you’ve lost many lives before and you know it was just apart of your job, but something stuck to you.
“it’s doctors like you that kill patients”. his words rang throughout your mind like a gunshot. you made your way to the break room and curled up on the couch with your head in your hands. quiet sobs left your mouth. maybe he was right. maybe all this time you weren’t good enough. at this point you had fully convinced yourself that it was your fault. if only you had payed more attention to his history. if only you had searched deeper into his files, then maybe. just maybe, you could’ve found something to prevent this from happening.
the screech of the door opening had pulled you from your thoughts. you looked up to see him. james wilson. james was able to read the hurt expression on your face. he stared for a moment, taking in the situation.
“it’s not your fault”
you got up and started your way to the door with tears threatening to fall once again. james moved so you were unable to exit.
“dr. wilson, please-“ you practically begged him to move. but he wouldn’t budge. instead, his eyes softened and face relaxed. he looked worried. you tried once more to leave the room but jus as expected, you failed.
“i’m sorry.” he took a deep breath before continuing. “you’re an amazing doctor. you love your patients. i know you do. and you’re a good person. i want you to know that. every time you bother me i secretly enjoy it because i’m able to see you happy.”. he paused for a moment, waiting for your response.
shocked at the fact he doesn’t hate you, you ask him, “you..like me?. almost laughing at the thought of him enjoying your company. but he’s not laughing. his eyes are gentle and he puts a hand on your shoulder.
“of course i like you. and the fact that you’re..” he motions to your current state of sadness, “..like this because of something i said is awful. i hate the idea that i made you feel unworthy.”. you stopped for a second to let his words absorb into your head. as if someone else was controlling your body, you hugged him. he froze for a moment with his hands dangling above your back, before relaxing into the hug. james gently rubbed your hair and back while whispering kind words.
you were the first to pull away. slightly laughing at yourself for being so sensitive. you awkwardly look at him before shuffling your way to the door. just as your hand reaches the handle he stops you.
“hey, wait. after this is all sorted, would you want to have dinner with me tonight?” he cursed himself for asking at a bad moment, but knew he would never ask if he didn’t now. you looked at him, and then back at the door.
“yeah! i would love that. just uhm- let me know whenever. okay?thankyoubyeeee” you smooshed the last words together in an attempt to leave and
cover up your now rose tinted cheeks. on the other side of the door james pumped his fist in the air like a little kid. maybe he needed some sweetness in his life.
hi i love love your writing!! would you write a smut for james wilson from house? maybe reader is working on house's team, or just works at the hospital. slight age gap also if that's okay!
ty for writing it if you choose it!! <33
clear your mind
omg i am SO sorry for the wait, my dear. i hope you enjoy!!
tags: age gap, smut, fuckin on da job
the tension was consuming you. day and night, all you could think about was him. there have been countless nights where you touched yourself while creating fake scenarios of you two. but that’s irrelevant right now. you’re supposed to be helping your team figure out what may be wrong with your critical patient. house notices you aren’t concentrated.
“you. what’ve you got?”. he tilts his head at you. you know he was asking you on purpose, everything he did had reasoning. you think of something fast. and it’s obvious.
“appendicitis?”
“jesus. who gave you a medical degree? get out and clear your head, you need it.”
god he was harsh. but he was right. you nodded at your colleagues as house shooed you out. you scolded yourself for not separating your work and home life. it wasn’t your fault though. james was so smart, so handsome, so much older. it’s like he was asking to be swooned over.
to clear your head you decided to hang out with your favorite nurse before getting back to work. she knew the feelings you had for james and supported your slightly problematic crush. she nursed in the oncology department, so you treaded the waters to her office very carefully. due to your lack of attention to your surroundings, you managed to walk right into the very man you’re avoiding.
“oh, hi. i actually needed to talk to you about something if you have a moment”. he looked at you with those eyes. everyone might call you crazy but you swear that coworkers don’t look at each other the way he looks at you.
“i’m busy. bye”. you nudged past him, something unusual as it’s normal for you to be so bubbly around him.
you barge into your friend's office and immediately throw yourself onto her beanbag.
“i’m a failure”. your muffled voice dripping with drama. she peeled her eyes off of her reports to you. it was quite a humorous sight, your face in the bean bag as you kick your feet like a toddler.
“what happened this time, sis.”. she walks over to you and sits criss cross applesauce, waiting for you to spill. you prop your head up on your hands and begin your story from the moment house kicked you out and basically called you an idiot.
the way she bit her lip in an effort to stifle her laughter tells you she’s not taking your sob story very seriously.
“it’s not funny!” you huffed. now you really looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
that did it for her. she began to laugh a little.
“it’s so funny. you’re a mess, babe! i need you to pick yourself up and go get your old man.”. you could tell she’s serious but can’t help but giggle at ‘old man’. that’s something she always nagged you about.
you got yourself back onto your feet and decided she was right. it was probably the only way you could get those silly thoughts out of your head. you thanked your friend for helping you out and marched out of her office. just as you were about to reach the department of diagnostic medicine, you heard a familiar voice.
“hey. we need to talk now.”. you turned around and faced him. all the bravery in your heart melted as soon as you came face to face with james wilson.
“uhm..sure? what about?” you questioned. there was what felt like an endless pit in your stomach, you almost wanted to order an MRI. he instructed you to follow him to his office, which of course, you obeyed.
when you arrived at his office he let you walk in first, being sure to lock the door once you both were in. you began to toy with the stitching of your white coat. he sits at the edge of his desk, waiting for you to look up.
“what’s going on?” he questions you this time. you paused for a moment, trying to decipher what he’s trying to say.
“what?”
“the way you walked right past me today. what was that about?”. he pushes his question further, expecting an answer to your coldness.
your heart dropped once you understood what he meant. you looked at him with pleading eyes, scanning his face for how he’s feeling.
“i’ve had something on my mind. i’m really, really sorry. you’re the last person i want to ignore.”
“so you’re ignoring me?” you can tell he isn’t upset as a sly smile makes its way into his face. you roll your eyes as he beckons you to come a little closer.
“what’s on your mind?”. he knows how you feel. it’s painfully obvious. he just wants to hear you say it.
you claim it’s nothing and wave it off as stress, but he knows you’re lying. he knows you’re lying when you come even closer to him, positioning yourself right between his legs that are hanging off his desk. he knows you’re lying when you can’t help but stare at the way his pants are tightening around his crotch.
“you know how unprofessional this is, right? or do you just wanna feel me inside of you.”. you’re done with him teasing you. you shut him up by placing a soft kiss on lips, which then led to a makeout session that had his hands roaming your body. and you let him. the way you grind on him in desperation tells him everything he needs to know.
he allows you to face the desk, commanding you to take off your pants and lean over it. you do exactly as he says. james takes absolutely no time to plow into you. you were expecting him to be more gentle, but for some reason you were drunk on this feeling. the way his cock is hitting your most sensitive spots over, and over again is driving you mad.
“y’know how long i’ve wanted to do this? feel you around me just like this. i bet you wanted this too, huh.”. all you can do is pathetically nod your head and quietly sob into his desk. your cries did nothing but make him twitch inside of you, groans coming deep from within his throat.
you felt your back instinctively arch further as you feel your orgasm building up. just as you were about to come undone, he stopped. you gasp as he pulls out and just looks at you. you turn around and see him stroking his length. he gently grabs your face with his free hand and tilts it downwards. you knew what he wanted. and you wanted to make him feel good.
as you got down on your knees you made sure to replace his hand with your own, setting an absurdly slow pace. you swiped your thumb across the slit that was leaking beads of precum and placed your mouth onto his tip. you slowly bobbed up and down to get accustomed to his size, and then began to take him farther and farther. james gripped your hair tightly as a disorganized string of swears left his mouth.
“so good f’me baby, being such a good girl taking me like this”.
his praises encouraged you to work your mouth even faster. the way he whimpered and moaned out your name told you he was getting close. focusing on his tip while using your hand for the rest of his cock is what sent him over the edge. he thrusted into your mouth a few times to help ride out his high. you felt so proud of yourself for making such a mess of him.
james was overstimulated and tired, but he needed to make his girl feel good. he sat you back down onto his desk and instructed you to lean back. he was drooling at the sight of your pussy all open and wet for you. he wanted to go slow with you but god you looked so desperate. he got onto one of his knees and began ravaging you. your hands are kneading as his hair as he makes circles around your clit with his tongue. the sounds are lewd but neither of you care. he’s teasing your entrance with his curled fingers before plunging them into you. the feeling of him sucking your puffy clit with the sensation of hitting your sweet spot was so overwhelming. tears ran down your face as your orgasm comes crashing over you.
james allows you to calm yourself down before helping you put your outfit back in. he wishes he had the time to give you proper aftercare and praise you for how great you made him feel, but he can’t. instead he settles for leaving a mix of small and passionate kisses all over your face while murmuring sweet praises in between each breath. as you were reaching for the doorknob james asks you what you’ve been waiting to hear.
“hey, would you like to get dinner tonight?”
before “sneakily” exiting his office you throw him a thumbs up and sweet smile. god, you could get used to this.
hello!! a while ago i sent an ask but im not sure if u got it, if u did im so sorry i dont mean to bother you.
could you write some fluffy aftercare w james wilson?
hi!! i did see it right before i took a break, im so so sorry. you’re not bothering me at all, dear. i’m more than happy to give it to you now :)
tags: tiny mention of smut beforehand, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF.
james slumped down right beside you. the two of you were covered in a thin layer of sweat because of your previous actions. james pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, and now you were suffering the consequences. tired and as sensitive as ever, you closed your eyes as you felt sleep wash upon you.
“m’ sorry, dear. need to get you in the bath first before you go to sleep”. he quietly shushed your groans of disapproval before scooping you up bridal style making your way to the bathroom. james gently sat you down, the cold bathtub making you whine. he quickly caught on and began to run the hot water. your muscles instantly reacted by slowly relaxing, allowing yourself to fall a little deeper into the tub.
“atta girl, you just relax that pretty head of yours. i’m gonna take care of you.” he sat on a stool slgightly above you and began to pour shampoo into the palm of his hand, fingers quickly going to work. his touch was so, so gentle against your scalp. he massaged the soap into your wet hair before taking a glass of warm water and rinsing it out. you let out a sigh of relief when he added the conditioner to your hair next, washing your body while he waited for it to set. the soft wash rag in his hand glided across your soft skin. he tenderly lathered up your chest and neck before motioning you forward to do your back as well. he lightly massaged your back and then began to wash the rest of your achy body. by the time he was done, james took another scoop of warm water and slowly washed it over your scalp. removing any conditioner left over.
james noticed you trying your hardest to stay awake. he drained the bath and carefully helped you out of the bath to wrap you up in a nice and warm towel. he gave a sweet kiss to your damp temple before leading you out of the bathroom. once in the bedroom, james helped you dry off and slowly get into bed. somewhere between the time you were in the bath to the present he had changed the sheets so you wouldn’t have to sleep the dirty bed. he always wanted the best for his love. once under the covers, he quickly followed your actions and got under himself. james knew exactly how you wanted to fall asleep. in his arms. he held out his arms sleepily, and you following his silent command and cuddled into his chest. you kissed the side of his jaw, wanting to show your thanks for his care. he understood and tightened his grip around you.
“i love you so much”
“i love you too”.
he felt himself drifting away from his mind and falling asleep peacefully knowing he was holding the love of his life.
my house md art, most if not all is unfinished, ignore tgat its mostly furries idk how to draw :)
bonus or something
does the uh.. public know about house/taub.. haub even.. no one? dawweee...
extras:
am i going mental or
petition for Barry Klemper and Elliot Springer (or undergrad Wilson and Taub, whatever) to be crossover boyfriends who steal each other's clothes sometimes
(images of RSL via this post 🫡)
I really love how i didn’t read the (optional) part because lets be honest, they would have DEFINITELY made it a plot that Wilson cheats on his wife just to fuck with House
House keeps annoying Wilson about how he's definitely cheating on his wife. Surprisingly, he isn't this time. However, because House keeps being annoying, Wilson decides to screw with him by deciding (optionally: pretending) to cheat on his wife after all, letting House "sneakily" investigate and stalk him like always.
The big dramatic reveal is that Wilson is cheating with a man. Wilson is so thrilled by the whole situation because it's so scandalous and a level up from his previous pranks. He gets excitedly nervous about going on dates with the guy (because House might see them in public), his heart flutters when the guy visits Wilson at work and flirts with him in his office (totally just because it'll sell the image to House), he gets a boner when he's making out with the guy (because... House won't suspect that it's all a prank??).
When House discovers them, he wants to explode the other guy with his mind out of jealousy. This makes Wilson hornier for some strange reason.
Something something and then they kiss
Thank you James Wilson for inventing gay people
"Yay another wilson drawing" we all say in unison
these men broke into my house and started performing their intricate rituals. advice????
S3E8
I think punching him would fix Wilson
they are a set pls do not separate them they can't survive on their own
Fuck my dumb doctor Baka life
