Title: Settled New
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cosmic_tuesdaysTitle: Settled New
Author: Hannah Orlove
Fandom: House, MD
Rating: G
Pairing: Wilson/first wife
Notes: Written forjadelennox as part of ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
purimgifts. Thanks to emblem for beta-reading. 400 words. Title comes from the R.E.M. song “Laughing”.
He didn’t get down on one knee to propose, just leaned over the table and put his hands over yours before he looked you right in the eye and quietly asked you to marry him. It’s the touching that got to you, that made you say yes, more than anything else from that night. He’s not a very physically affectionate boyfriend – which is a really nice change from Stephen who couldn’t take a hint shy of outright violence – and you suddenly see what you mean to him.
There’s no ring, not yet, and you don’t mind; you’re still in school yourself, and when you’re barely scraping enough together to visit home every couple of months, a diamond gets put into pretty harsh perspective. You laugh and tell him to put a down payment on a decent apartment instead, which gets him to laugh too.
It’s been a fast couple of months, something you hadn’t expected when you met. Yes, it’s the nineties, but that means moving in, not proposals, especially not right when the next semester’s just a couple of weeks away and you only just met at the end of the last one. But how can you say no? How can you say no now, the way he’s looking at you so happy and eager and hopeful. Like you really do mean something to him, that you’re so important he’d change his whole life. And you can tell he means it more than the way Bobby from high school meant it when he said the same things. You’ve learned enough to know the difference.
“So what should I call you now?”
He shrugs at the question. “James is fine.”
You smile a bit. “Yeah, but it’s so formal. Shouldn’t I call you something a bit less…non-intimate?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Jimmy. Jim. Maybe Jamie.”
He laughed at that in a way you haven’t heard him laugh – you’ve only known him for a few months, but that thought disappears when he looks at you with a huge smile. “I’m really not all that used to nicknames. Besides, James is refined. Dignified.”
“You sound like you’re quoting your mother.”
“Grandmother, actually.” You blink, and when he keeps his straight face going you can’t help but laugh yourself. When you do, he joins in, and yeah, yeah, you can tell this is going to work out. In fact, you know.
Lurking spring.
Scaly ice.
Snow waves.
Author: Hannah Orlove
Fandom: House, MD
Rating: G
Pairing: Wilson/first wife
Notes: Written for
jadelennox as part of purimgifts. Thanks to emblem for beta-reading. 400 words. Title comes from the R.E.M. song “Laughing”.He didn’t get down on one knee to propose, just leaned over the table and put his hands over yours before he looked you right in the eye and quietly asked you to marry him. It’s the touching that got to you, that made you say yes, more than anything else from that night. He’s not a very physically affectionate boyfriend – which is a really nice change from Stephen who couldn’t take a hint shy of outright violence – and you suddenly see what you mean to him.
There’s no ring, not yet, and you don’t mind; you’re still in school yourself, and when you’re barely scraping enough together to visit home every couple of months, a diamond gets put into pretty harsh perspective. You laugh and tell him to put a down payment on a decent apartment instead, which gets him to laugh too.
It’s been a fast couple of months, something you hadn’t expected when you met. Yes, it’s the nineties, but that means moving in, not proposals, especially not right when the next semester’s just a couple of weeks away and you only just met at the end of the last one. But how can you say no? How can you say no now, the way he’s looking at you so happy and eager and hopeful. Like you really do mean something to him, that you’re so important he’d change his whole life. And you can tell he means it more than the way Bobby from high school meant it when he said the same things. You’ve learned enough to know the difference.
“So what should I call you now?”
He shrugs at the question. “James is fine.”
You smile a bit. “Yeah, but it’s so formal. Shouldn’t I call you something a bit less…non-intimate?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Jimmy. Jim. Maybe Jamie.”
He laughed at that in a way you haven’t heard him laugh – you’ve only known him for a few months, but that thought disappears when he looks at you with a huge smile. “I’m really not all that used to nicknames. Besides, James is refined. Dignified.”
“You sound like you’re quoting your mother.”
“Grandmother, actually.” You blink, and when he keeps his straight face going you can’t help but laugh yourself. When you do, he joins in, and yeah, yeah, you can tell this is going to work out. In fact, you know.
Lurking spring.
Scaly ice.
Snow waves.
