I Like How Wilson Always Either Looks Like A Guilty Dog Who’s Just Been Told Off For Chewing Up Slippers

no one knows how bad i need james wilson ohmygod

how did the writers of house do that. how did they make the queerest, deepest, oddest, gayest, weirdest relationship ever. how. house and wilson are so, so, them. i havent seen ANYBODY able to replicate that vibe, that,, 'im straight, but gay, also this is my husband' vibe. its, like, impossible yet so there in housemd.

Robert Sean Leonard at the opening party for The Invention of Love (2001) alongside colleagues including director, Jack O’Brien, and castmate, Richard Easton.

Robert Sean Leonard as “Dr. James Wilson” in House, M.D. Season 1 promo shots.

I want to squish him ouh...

me, whenever someone asks what I like to do for fun

BILLY JOEL AND WILSON HOW WILL I SURVIVE

& the most she will do is throw shadows at you (but she’s always a woman to me)

“hes obsessed with you. which is ridiculous, because he doesn’t even like you. he thinks.”

synopsis: wilson has always been a little too good at self-deception. until you come along and ruin it.

he’s not sure when it started.

maybe it was the third time you rolled your eyes at him during rounds.

or the fifth time you said, “that’s an interesting opinion,” in a tone that made it clear it wasn’t.

maybe it was when you laughed at him in that specific way — sharp and amused and teeth-baring — and walked off without another word.

whatever the cause, the effect is this:

he’s obsessed with you.

which is ridiculous, because he doesn’t even like you.

he thinks.

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you’re impossible.

he tells himself that often.

you’re careless with your words. you’re smug when you’re right.

you point out inconsistencies in his logic, question his methods, act like his years of experience are a mild inconvenience to your brilliance.

you’re not cruel. just —

confident. disarming.

and so, so infuriatingly competent.

he can’t stand it.

he also can’t stop thinking about it.

⸻

“you’ve got that look again,” house says, leaning into his office like a vulture.

“what look?” wilson asks, not looking up from the file in front of him.

“like you’re planning a murder. or writing a love letter.”

“i’m working.”

“you’re sulking,” house corrects.

wilson sighs, saying nothing.

⸻

the problem is, you’re not wrong about him.

you see right through the charm, the practiced calm, the emotional sleight of hand.

you don’t call him out on it. you just look at him.

like you know.

like it’s obvious.

he hates it.

he hates you.

he also, somehow, wants you to do it again.

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he thinks about you in places he shouldn’t.

at night, when he’s brushing his teeth.

in the car, waiting at red lights.

during meetings, when you’re not even there.

sometimes he imagines arguing with you just to see what you’d say. other times he imagines you kissing him mid-sentence to shut him up.

... he doesn’t like admitting this to himself.

doesn’t like what it says about him.

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“you’re patient,” cuddy told him once. “you’re the nice one.” he thinks about that a lot.

he wonders what she’d say if she saw him now; biting his tongue until it bleeds, because you made a comment about his latest consult. it was technically accurate, but also humiliating and he kind of wants to die and/or kiss you about it.

he wonders what you’d say if he snapped.

(he won’t.)

(probably.)

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one day you stop by his office to borrow a file.

you knock once, step inside without waiting, and say something so neutral and mundane that it shouldn’t make his chest ache, but it does.

your voice is calm. your sleeves are rolled up. you don’t even glance at him as you flip through the papers on his desk.

he watches you for maybe two seconds too long.

you notice.

you raise an eyebrow. “what?”

he says, “you’re exhausting.”

you blink. then smile. “likewise.”

and you leave. like nothing just happened.

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he puts his head in his hands and laughs.

he hates you. god, he hates you.

he wants you to ruin his life.

(he suspects you already have.)

Oh. My. God.

rsl’s eyes are so beautiful up close i think if there is a god he will have robert sean leonard’s big brown eyes

Breeding kink wilson !!!!!! Poke a hole in the condom wilson !!!!!!! “ive got a vasectomy” knowing damn well he hasn’t wilson!!!!!!! he wants kids and to see u pregnant soooooo baaaad i need that mmf 😕 ESPECIALLY IF THE READER IS MYCH YOUNGER THAN HIM

-🎏 anon

a new sexy anon we love to see it

yk what...HELL YEAHH

im usually not a big fan of breeding kinks, but it fits wilson sooo well

YES YES YES to the younger woman. he is sooo the type to date women half his age (I have a draft of this that im working on right now)

can we talk about vasectomys for a second. because why is that lowk so hot... like after you have kids, a man getting a vasectomy without you asking him to is so fucking hot.

anon i raise you this, breeding kink "i brought condoms" Wilson x "im taking my birth control" reader. idk if this makes sense to anyone but me. you're trying to baby trap him because he's hot, older, takes care of you, and an ONCOLOGIST (money money money) he's trying to get you pregnant because:

a. he wants kids

b. he wants to see you pregnant, and know that he did that to you.

c. he needs to keep you around forever

however, neither of you know the other one's plan. if you did it would almost ruin the fantasy. you came so close to telling him. it was about a week after you stopped taking your birth control and you guys just had sex. you were saying in bed together afterwards and you started to feel guilty. these thoughts don't last long when you remember why you're doing this. you want him around forever, and there's no better way to do it. his arm wrapping around your waist pulls you from your thoughts. he begins to pepper kisses down your neck.

Wilson never had a moment where he really considered telling you. he's so evil at heart oh my god. like he cared about how it would affect you, but he was already planning on taking care of you forever, so it doesn't matter. he'd always be there for you, and he'd treat you better than anyone else could. (this is not in a cute, caring way. it's possessive, it's mean, it's selfish. but god is it hot...)

this was shockingly fun to think about and I might have to incorporate it into a fic (if I ever have time to write 💔)

thank you for this silly little prompt

(after a pregnancy scare this was so funny to write)