Owen’s Bisexual Lighting

Full first six chapters are on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65959432/chapters/170086165

CW: not many for this blurb but for the fic there’s some dark(ish)! Wilson and age gap stuff.

The assistant was in the middle of the atrium when Wilson approached her a few hours later. House leaned over the banister watching from above. He had popcorn in an ice cup. It would suspicious if Wilson knew he was watching, but the assistant did, even though she pretended not to.

“Hey,” he smiled as he approached her.

“Hey there,” she said looking up at him.

“So… I have a question to ask you.”

“What is it?” She smiled up at him, glancing up at House and back to the man in front of her.

Wilson looked at her earnestly, “can you please start calling me by my first name?”

“Hm. I don’t know your first name,” she said humorously.

“Yes you do. It’s James.”

“Yeah sure thing, Wilson,” she glanced back at House who gave her the signal. She looked back at Wilson now determined.

“You’re still doing it! What do I need to do to get you to call me by my name?”

“I do call you by your name,” she said sarcastically.

“You know what I mean,” he said putting his hands on his hips and looking incredulous.

“Fine…” she smiled deviously. He had a feeling there was a trick up her sleeve.

“Get on your knees.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Get on your knees and beg for me to use your name.”

He scoffed, “if I do that, will it actually work?”

She couldn’t believe he was relenting as she nodded.

He sighed again and actually lowered himself to his knees… in the middle of the atrium in front of everyone. She looked up at House, she still couldn’t believe he actually was doing this. House chuckled quietly to himself and popped another piece of pop corn in his mouth. She looked back down at Wilson.

He sighed again and on his knees, he spoke, “will you please start calling me by my first name?”

Lots of people were staring. Nurses, doctors, House…. Cuddy. Cuddy didn’t look an ounce amused as she looked up at House who gave a fake innocent smile.

Wilson looked at Cuddy and followed her eyes and looked up at House, realization dawning on him as he looked back up at his girlfriend.

“You got it, James!” She said between a giggle.

“I can’t believe you put her up to that! I mean I can but-!” Wilson yelled at House after barging into his office.

House cut him off, “c’mon it was funny! The head of oncology on his knees begging a glorified receptionist to call him by his first name. It was great,” House was clearly ad amused as he’d ever been.

“First of all, she’s an assistant, not a receptionist-“

The full first chapter of the fic are available on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65959432/chapters/170078512#workskin

CW: slightly smutty, age gap, Wilson is older than reader.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on his, breaking her out of her thoughts as he looked down into her eyes. They were both breathing hard as his soft brown eyes looked into hers. He looked happy at first but then she got the feeling he was looking for something

“What?” She asked softly.

“You’re holding back,” he stated, and that’s what it was a statement, not a question.

“What? You what me to be more dominant? Aggressive?” She attempted to keep things light.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he stated again.

“We’ve only know each other a few months. We’ve been dating for just about the same amount of time. We’ve been a couple officially for four days. This isn’t going to be the insanely passionate, deep, meaningful sex you’re looking for. Fun sure, but deep and meaningful…?” She said incredulously up towards him.

“It can still be passionate… it can still have meaning,” he was undeterred.

“Look. For me, it just takes time to get to that point with someone, okay?”

“No it doesn’t. You’ve never had meaningful sex with someone,” he stated, again.

She wasn’t thrilled with him seeing right through in this moment. She could only scoff in response.

“You have had sex before though, right?”

“Yes I’ve had sex, idiot!”

“Just making sure,” he threw one hand up in mock defense.

“Why? Would it be funny if I was still a virgin at 24?”

“No. You’re just already younger than me. I didn’t want to be the one you lost your virginity to also.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t respond verbally.

“Just… can you try to let this mean something?” He cupped her face with his hand, their foreheads still touching.

“I… fine I’ll try,” she relented as she looked into eyes again. He was luckily he had such beautiful eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief as a smile possessed his features. He began to kiss down her neck, down her collarbone, and began unbuttoning her shirt, kissing between the valley of her breasts.

He came to the top her skirt and teasingly ran his tongue up her abdomen again and began sucking on her neck as his fingers undid the button and zipper.

She bit her lip to hold back a moan at the sensation as her hands found purchase in his hair.

(First four full chapters on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65959432/chapters/170033617 )

CW: age gaps, reader is 24, Wilson is 36. House and Wilson are creeps. Dark(ish)! Wilson

He couldn’t help that his mind was already screaming at him about her, about making her wife number four — the divorce proceedings with Julie hadn’t even finished completely yet. Maybe House was right, maybe he did have a complicated relationship with commitment, but then again, if the only relationship in his life he ever truly committed to was his friendship with House, maybe he could commit to a young, beautiful woman who reminded him just a bit too much of House… either way, dangling his wealth in front of her definitely didn’t hurt if he was trying to lock her down.

“Didn’t know this was a zoo,” House said appearing next to him as he stared over the banister down at her, effectively breaking him out of his thoughts.

“It’s not… a zoo,” Wilson said, rubbing his eyes.

“Hey! You!” House shouted down at her. Causing her to look up at them quizzically.

House waved enthusiastically and pointed at Wilson, mouthing ‘he’s been up here staring for 20 minutes.’

She smirked and chuckled to herself, shaking her head before looking back down at what she was doing

“You’re an ass House,” Wilson muttered.

“Is she your girlfriend yet? You’ve been going on dates for what… 5 weeks?”

“No I haven’t asked her to be my girlfriend officially,” Wilson said.

“What? Why not?”

“Because! It just hasn’t gotten there yet,” Wilson shrugged indeterminately.

“Oh! You two haven’t taken the test ride yet, then?” House smirked knowingly.

“No we haven’t. She won’t until there is commitment,” Wilson sighed.

“Oh smart girl,” House said, his face still wide with a smirk, “you know what that means right?”

“What?” Wilson asked, rolling his eyes.

“She’s not on birth control,” House said like it was obvious.

“I figured she wasn’t…”

“I knew it!” House said like he just solved a puzzle, “you were so obvious about stealing that ovulation test from the maternity ward. Let me guess… at the four week mark, you were denied again so you figured you’d try to figure out if she was watching her cycle or if she was on her period. So when she went pee at your place during week 5, you tested it. She was ovulating when you tested her urine and you realized that she was in fact not on birth control and that’s when you asked why she keeps brushing off sex,” House deduced.

“…yeah. That’s exactly what happened,” Wilson admitted.

“You’re gross when you’re in love. I like it,” House said smugly.

“I wasn’t like this with any of wives…”

“Oh seriously? You didn’t love your wives. You loved that they needed you. Thats different!”

CW: age gap, reader is 12 years younger than Wilson. House and Wilson are creeps. Dark(ish)! Wilson

“Hm. Fancy.” She said as she took a sip of the wine and ate off the charcuterie board, avoiding the meat but often favoring the soft cheese. Wilson took note.

“No meat?” He asked, making conversation,

“I’m a pescatarian,” she said taking another bite, “but House said you were Jewish, I’m sure these meats aren’t exactly kosher,” she teased.

“I’m not really practicing. At least not anymore,” he shrugged, “when did House tell you I was Jewish?”

“Oh he made some derogatory comment to Cuddy and you came up in the exchange.”

He chuckled at that, “yeah, sounds like House.”

“He seems to think that the impact of taking racial jabs is lessened by the fact that he knows racism is based on baseless assumptions,” she said.

“Yeah. That’s House’s ego. He fails to realize that he looks like the kind of person to take those jabs which means they lose all their irony coming from a white guy,” Wilson adds.

“Well. Good to know at least one of you pays attention to your sensitivity training,” she chuckled.

“Yeah but let’s not talk about House,” he said.

“No wait I just wanna talk about House because you’re subconsciously comparing me to him. You do that to everyone.”

“Huh.” He said, realizing gracing his features.

“Okay. Now we can stop talking about House.”

“Okay. What do you want to talk about next?” Wilson asked.

“Well… I would ask why you stopped wearing your third wedding ring, but I assume the answer has to do with House,” she said knowingly.

She was good.

“You’d be right,” Wilson confirmed.

“Is there anything about you that doesn’t have to with House?” She asked smugly as she took a bite of a cheesy cracker.

“Are you here to point out my codependent friendship or to be you know, on a date with me?” He asked indignantly.

“Oh… sorry I didn’t mean to upset you,” she backed down.

“No it’s fine. I shouldn’t be so upset. You’re right. At least somewhat. House is just as much my only real friend and I am his, and yes, we often feed each other’s worse characteristics. I’m an enabler and he knows… he knows I have to try really hard to be a good guy,” Wilson admitted

“Right. Well you succeed at coming off as being a good guy,” but she internally patted herself for getting that out of him. For confirming her theory that he wasn’t as perfect as he seemed.

“Don’t look smug,” Wilson pulled her out of her internal applause session.

“Sorry. Guess I’ve been a bad date,” she apologized. She meant it. She realized she must have come off as smug and egotistical and she did actually want this date to go somewhere.

“No you haven’t. I haven’t been perfect either. Mentally comparing you to House isn’t kind to you and I did look through your garbage and personnel file. Though I must admit House stole it. I only looked in it after he stole it,” he threw his hands up in mock defense.

“Oh please. I looked at yours and House’s personnel files too. The trash was clever.” She smirked at him.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you find it cute.”

“So… what if I do?” She bit her bottom lip.

CW: Wilson and House are creeps. Reader is younger than Wilson/ age gap. Dark(ish)! Wilson

“The skirt she’s wearing is two inches shorter than the one she wore yesterday and it’s black,” House said.

“Okay, and?” James said, finally looking up at House.

“Her skirt is two inches shorter, which shows more of her legs and hints at her perfect round ass, it’s black because she’s trying to make herself look thinner. Which all means she’s trying to look good for someone today,” House said, “and she walked in with you. Most people might interpret that as you maybe spent the night together, but you didn’t. You’re trying to make other people think you did because you’re trying to stake your claim. Ironically, so is she. She was anticipating seeing you this morning. She dressed the way she did because she wanted you to stake a claim. It’s anthropology.”

“Pshh,” Wilson scoffed, “she’s an aspiring archeology PhD, not an anthropologist.”

“Sure but ask her, archeologists love anthropology, especially the younger ones.”

“Whatever House. So let’s say we’re both subconsciously playing out some kind of mating ritual. What now? I’ve never dated such a younger woman…”

“Well, first of all, stop pretending it subconscious on either side.”

“I can’t just do that. She has no idea that I know way more about her than she probably thinks. We have had three total interactions. Three.”

“Look Wilson, if you’re gonna be a stalker, just admit it to yourself. You’ll be a lot more successful at what you’re trying to accomplish here.”

“I didn’t take her personnel file! You did!” Wilson was indignant.

And there it was, and neither House nor Wilson had said it out loud yet, but they had both been trying to figure out as much information about her as they possibly could. She had never told either of them what she was studying. They had just taken it upon themselves to figure it out. House had snuck her personal file and while Wilson made overtures about how inappropriate that is, he still looked at it himself thoroughly.

Haha np.

Here’s the thing about being a James Wilson lover: he’s not that good of a guy. A good doctor? Sure. A good husband? Not at all. Emotionally available? No, not really. Not in any tangible way. Good in bed? Canonically 100%. A good friend? Only if you’re House and even that is dubious (Wilson is an enabler at his core). Intelligent? Definitely. But the truth is that he and House are two sides of the same coin and they have pushed EVERYONE away except each other and that’s the root of their codependency.

My point is… this is the House MD fandom! If we can’t let our fanfic be morally dubious and even dark, who even are we???