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I just started House m.d and as much as Neil did not want to become a doctor……

I would rather DIE from my illness than not have him look after and take care of me!!!!

Dress Dilemma

James Wilson x Reader

No Smut

948 words

Please leave any feedback in the comments I live for validation (and critiques)

“Honey are you almost ready?” I hear James’ voice carry up the stairs.

“Uhm… almost!” I yell back as I try to zip my dress yet again, rather unsuccessfully.

I hear James’ footsteps as he makes his way up the stairs. I take a deep breath as he enters our bedroom, his eyes raking over me.

“You…look…breathtaking…” He says with blown pupils as a goofy smile makes its way onto his face.

I blush at the attention, 3 years later and the way James looks at me never fails to make my cheeks red. “Could you help me with my dress, dear?” I ask him sweetly, turning so my back, and the zipper are now facing him.

He walks over to me slowly. His fingers delicately caress the fabric. “Is this dress new?” He asks softly as he clips the top of the zipper. I nod as I suck in, making it a little easier for him to zip the dress. “It’s from House of CB, I picked it up when I was in London for a conference.”

He zips the dress slowly, I feel his eyes following the zipper up my back. My skin heats under his gaze. “It looks amazing on you, and hugs your hips perfectly. God, you’re gorgeous…” He mutters as he places his hands on my hips, turning me to face him. “I cannot wait to take that off of you tonight.” He whispers before moving his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses down my throat. I moan softly as he does.

“Who says you’ll be taking it off of me, Dr. Wilson?” I question him teasingly, using his title to drive him a little more mad. He groans against my skin, now sucking gently at my exposed collarbones. “That rock on your hand says it for me…” He mutters cockily as smirk forms on his lips.

He grabs my left hand, making tantalizing eye contact as he delicately brings my fingers to his lips. “3.5 carat, princess cut, near-perfect clarity, all for my perfect girl.” I blush as he describes my ring and compliments me. Marrying a doctor definitely has its perks, but marrying a head of oncology who’s 10 years older than you comes with even more.

“I’m living a dream, do you know that?” I smile as his fingers graze my chin, tilting my head up to meet his curious gaze. “Oh? Why’s that, honey?” He flashes me a knowing smile as his head cocks to the side, teasing further. “Oh, I don’t know. maybe it’s my perfect ring, maybe it’s my perfect life, maybe it’s my perfect husband.” I place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I’m leaning towards the last one.”

James looks at me with possibly the biggest puppy-dog eyes I’ve ever seen. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” One hand settles on my cheek as the other finds my waist. I wrap my arms delicately around his neck as he leans down to kiss me. His lips find mine with ease, as they have so many times before. He kisses me softly as if my lips are the only thing grounding him.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against my own. “We should get going, don’t want to be late for dinner.” He says with a sigh. I nod as I turn towards the mirror and start to adjust my dress. James steps behind me after a moment, wrapping his arms around my waist. He rests his head on my shoulder with a huff. “How are you so beautiful?” James asks as he gazes lovingly at me, his fingers dancing across the fabric of my dress.

I smile in response as I tease my curls. “I don’t know handsome, how are you so loving?” I tease as I turn to face him. I grab his chin and squish his cheeks. “I need to eat you up. You’re just too cute.” He blushes as a smile creeps onto his face. “What’s a cute girl like you doing with an old guy like me?” I laugh at his futile attempt at distracting me.

“What can I say I’m a sucker for an old man with a cute tie,” I say as I grab his tie and pull him in for a kiss. He groans into the kiss as his hand finds my throat, applying gentle pressure to the sides. I pull away briefly, much to my disdain. “Easy there, I don’t need any hand prints on my neck before dinner.” I joke as I leave a gentle kiss on his nose before walking over to my vanity.

“You’re no fun,” he says with a dramatic sigh. “Maybe I want House and Cuddy to know that you like having my hand wrapped around your throat. That you like when I-”

“James! That’s enough, we need to go.” I say with an eye roll as I stand up from my vanity and grab my clutch, trying desperately to pretend that his words didn’t have me soaked.

I glance in the mirror one last time before I leave. I adjust the strap of my dress when I notice a reddish-purple mark on my collarbone. I groan loudly as I turn to face James, who is sitting on the bed ‘innocently.’ “Did you have to leave a mark on me right before we leave for dinner with your colleagues?” I meet his gaze with daggers. He blushes as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oops…?” He says with a shrug of his shoulders, his big brown eyes melting whatever rush of anger I’d felt.

🇺🇸Some of the few drawings I've made of the couple!! (Inspired by a Pinterest post that I lost)

🇲🇽¡Algunos de los pocos dibujos que les he hecho a la parejita! 😍😍 Cómo los amo. (Inspirado en una publicación de Pinterest que perdí)

He is always doing anything but his job

House trapping Wilson in a comedically large fishing net like a wilie coyote and Roadrunner cartoon is so fucking funny to me

Can i request a fic were Wilson is a morning person but since reader came into his life he has been staying in bed longer or/and taking more time to have breakfast 😉

A/N: I’m so sick and tired of Tumblr making my photos so shitty 😭😭 anyways thx for the request hope this is good! Sorry if it’s short

Fluff Oneshot

⚕️Mornings with you

James Wilson x Gn!Reader

James has always been a morning person. He got dressed, ate a quick breakfast, brushed his teeth, blow-dried his hair, and then went off to work. You are not. But ever since you came into his life, he’s stayed in bed waiting for your eyes to flutter open so he can wake you up with kisses. It’s made you question your faith to the term ‘night owl’. He’s made sure you get up early enough to eat breakfast and get to work on time. To say he spoiled you was an understatement; he worshipped you. If he got up early enough, he loved to make you your favorite breakfast so he could surprise you with it in bed. He loved seeing the tired smile on your face when you woke up. Today was no different.

🔆

The sweet smell of pancakes and fresh fruit fills your lungs as you wake up. A small yawn escapes your mouth as you turn over, arms falling across your boyfriends chest. A sweet kiss is pressed to your temple in turn.

“Good morning my love.”

You groan, face buried in his chest, in response but make sure to kiss him back.

“I made us breakfast.”

“It smells good.” You mumble in a half-awake haze. James’s hands find themselves in your hair as he twirls on your beautiful locks. Despite how much you want to stay in bed with him all day, you realize you should probably get going. It was nice living with James; previously you had to set 15 dozen alarm clocks to make sure you get to the hospital on time, but now you had a live in one, one that awoke you with kisses and delicious gourmet food. You could get used to it.

One final groan pushes through your lips as you make your way off of him to go eat breakfast, your end target motivating you along with your boyfriend, who stood up with you and hugged you from behind as you walked through the house. Breakfasts for James usually meant scarfing down really whatever he could find before finishing his morning routine and leaving; but when you came into his life, his home, he wanted to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. He made sure that you weren’t stuck with shitty food or nothing at all. When you came to live with him, breakfasts now meant him waking up early to make you only the best and eating with you as you cuddled up together and watched a bit of TV, listened to music, or just talked.

You walk into the living room and take a seat on the comfy couches, one of the many things you loved about his house. You grabbed a plate and plopped down, James following, and took a bite as you leaned into him.

“Holy shit— this is so good?!” You exclaimed. Sure, you were used to the food he made being good, but today it felt like it was made with extra love. He blushed a pink hue and you find it adorable that you can make him flustered with just a small compliment.

“Only the best for you.” He hums as he smiles, taking a bite himself as you continue.

“You know, I think I’m starting to like mornings,”

“Oh yea? Why’s that?”

“because I get to spend them with the best boyfriend in the world, who makes me the best pancakes ever.”

Doctor's Orders

a james wilson x gn!reader one-shot

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

WARNINGS: minor injury (a sprained ankle)

WORD COUNT: 1217

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

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

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

“Agree to disagree,” he retorted playfully.

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

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

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

“Oh– James, are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So… what is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm?” 

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

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

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

“All done,” you whispered, satisfied with your work. Wilson once again looked up at his now-bandaged foot, then at you. His movement startled you briefly, as you assumed he had gone back to sleep like you had suggested.

“Woah, I thought you were asleep? I was just about to go get a sticker for you, you were very well behaved,” you grinned.

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

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

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

@iamthatonefangirl @dr-juliaogden

watching other medical dramas 2 fill the void but nothing hits like House MD🙏😞

It’s been A WHILE since I last posted any art. My mental health has been pretty bad and I’ve just been burnt out. I’ve just haven’t felt great for a long while. We’re slowly getting better though!

My laptop is broken too so I haven’t been able to use my drawing tablet since they were synced. So, I haven’t been able to use my tablet in a long while. ]:

I’ve been drawing on my phone instead. Drawing with my fingers is hard. I miss my digital drawing pen. 😭

The drawings are a bit messy but that’s basically a trait on my art at this point and I forgot to add the grey to Wilson’s eyebrows in the last picture of him, but oh well- Lol.

Soooo, I hope everyone enjoys these little Hilson doodles that I drew on my phone of them. I love the inethical husbands. Lol. I am definitely going to be drawing more of them because they’re my favourite characters to draw.

Again, I hope you all enjoy. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. I’ll try to upload more!! 💛💛

More Ethical Omens doodles!! They are still my brain rot. You may see some Psych and Shassie, fanart in the future. I've been wanting to doodle them for a hot minute.

(Bro, I messed up on Wilson’s eye so badly. My half asleep ass had no idea what he was doing. I don’t feel like fixing it at the moment so please have mercy on me- Lol.)

(my first Ethical Omens drawing is up to 666 notes everyone. Perfect number.)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 💛💛💛

What if....... you made an Ethical Omens MD zine...

Omg, you’re so right! I am in the process of making a website at the moment. So, I am definitely going to be making little zine bundles to keep the art in. Idk why I haven’t thought about this sooner!!

If there’s any other ideas you would like to see with this series please let me know! I am always happy to hear them. This is such a fun idea! Thank you for giving me this idea!

I have been really busy lately so I apologise that no art has come out yet but I’m working on some more! Again, thank you so much for this idea! I will definitely be keeping this idea in mind for in the, hopefully near, future. 💛💛💛

(Maybe I’ll make some spicy prints of them to sell. Who knows? 👀💅🏻✨)

I was going to make this little comic longer, but I am so exhausted. I didn’t want to draw detailed stuff, so I doodled the characters and just imported backgrounds. I know House’s cane is on the wrong side of him, I did do it for an artistic choice just so we can see the gesture of his hand better. I shortened the comic to three panels.

The 2nd panel was done in the early morning so it is the most messy. I also forgot his curl too. Sorry about that. Lol.

Here’s the dialogue that was going to be in the panels and undrawn panels:

[Enter House] we see him leaned back in his chair with his legs kicked up on the desk playing with his ball when one of The Ducklings™️ enter the room.

[Enter Chase]

Chase: Oh, God! House- you got, you going to a costume party?

House: *tossing his ball up in the air and catching it a final time with a sigh* No, Wilson had to cancel the orgy..

Chase: Right..did not need to know that…

House: As your kind say, ask and thy shall receive. Except me, Wilson was going to be receiving this time. He drew the short straw.

Chase: Ew, God, just- WHY.. why do your eyes look like that?

House: *points to his eyes in the gesture of a peace sign* these blue eyed babies?

House begins to get up from his chair and limp over to Chase. He puts a hand on the man’s shoulder and with a serious expression he says,

House: Well Chase, I- there’s something you should know..

House then leans into Chase’s personal space and whispers,

House: I’m just really into cosplay.

House gives Chase a final pat on the shoulder and limps out of the room. Leaving a horrified Chase in his office. Wilson’s lunch awaits.

More Ethical Omens MD comics soonnnn!! Enjoy the doodles. 💛💛💛

Here’s some more Ethical Omens MD doodles on my phone! In honour of the recent total eclipse, here’s a doodle of the boys looking at the eclipse.

Just in case anyone can’t read my handwriting (I’m mainly used to writing in cursive so my print isn’t great, sorry) here is the short dialogue:

House: Well, that’s a new one..

Wilson: Piss off The Almighty again, House?

I’m still really sick and was really exhausted doing this. I hope to be feeling better soon. I’m going to try going to the doctor soon.

Anyway, I was thinking that House is experiencing his first total eclipse? Like how in some fanarts Crowley experiences certain aspects of space for the first time. Such as the Aurora Borealis and other things. So, I kinda got inspo from that. [:

Enjoy this messy little doodle! 💛💛💛

The ethical omens md... Omg....... Ily

Aw thank you!! I promise there will be more! I’ve just been sick with Covid recently (for the fifth time. Lol.) so I’ve been taking some time to recover. I’m so happy you and everyone has been enjoying this little crossover!!! It’s been super fun!

If anyone has any ideas of what scenarios that Angel!Wilson and Demon!House should be put in, let me know!! I’m always happy to hear everyone’s ideas.

I do have a few mini comic ideas in mind. I just need to get my health (physical and mental) in check. That way I can have better upload time!

For now, I’ll be posting some messy little Ethical Omens MD doodles that I’ve done on my phone until I feel up to using my tablet again.

I’ll try and get part 2 to House’s fall uploaded soon!

Again thank you to everyone who has enjoyed the crossover so far!! Here’s some messy little phone doodles in the meantime! 💛💛💛

(Aaa. I forgot to add the glow to House’s eyes. Oops. It’ll be in the next doodle, I promise!)

Oh that's good! Yea, Michael!Cuddy makes more sense tbh. That said... Usually, the higher power she reports to is legal so... maybe Stacy could be god?? Might make symbolic narrative sense somewhere. Also, this doesn't really make sense if Stacy is god but (and I'm still on House s2 so I might be missing more obvious ones) Vogler could be the Metatron?? Idk tho. The "kids" could either be angels and demons too or be The Them, in which case I vote Chase as Adam lol. Idk tho

I am still debaing who God will be or if She will even be shown at all. Honestly, Stacy would be such a fun and funny choice. House divorcing God would be so funny. He would totally substitute "Oh, my god!" with "Oh, my wife!" "Oh, my Stacy!" "For Stacy's sake!"

I have some ideas for the Kids/Ducklings. Since you're only on season 2, I won't spoil anything, but I do have many many ideas. 👀💅🏻✨

More (House MD x Good Omens) Ethical Omens MD art!! I decided to use my actyal art tablet today. So, I didn't have to use my fingers to draw this time. Lol. The quality is a bit better. There will be more mini comics of them to come!

What should we call them? Unethical Husbands or Inethical Husbands? A few reblogs of prior art made me think about it.

Anyways, enjoy!! 💛💛💛

I am currently rewatching House MD. I got inspired while half asleep to draw them. I decided to give House and Wilson a little Good Omens spin and I love them.

They are now Ethical Omens MD. The "ethical-not-so-ethical" husbands. Lol.

(I may do some more House MD x Good Omens (Ethical Omens MD) Fanart because I really enjoyed drawing them.)

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