#house!reader

I’m watching House MD so now you all get to suffer with me

I can't decide whether House!reader went to school with Bruce or worked with Thomas Wayne, (kinda leaning towards the latter honestly) either way Bruce WILL be dealing with daddy issues here, mkay? Mkay-

“Yes, tonight works… 8 o’clock? Mm fine, I'll see you there… I can drive myself, thank you… yes I’m sure… bye.” 

The silence in the office rings louder than ever after you finally hang up on the man, sliding your palm down your face as a groan escapes you. Why you agreed to this ‘purely professional totally not a date’ (his exact wording, might you add) date, is beyond you.

“And here I thought you hated Bruce Wayne.” Wilson chimes in, sipping his coffee in the chair positioned in the corner of your office, having come in not long before the call took place.

“I do,” the words slipped off your tongue, barely sparing him a glance as you moved back to the copious amounts of paperwork piled atop your desk, “your point?” 

Pretending to be far more interested in his mug, he shrugs, “Just, accepting a dinner invitation doesn’t exactly scream hate, is all,” Wilson glances up at you, a brow raised, clearly a silent accusation.

Barely holding back a sigh, you drop whatever file your holding in favor of standing, taking your cane and pushing past the glass door of your office, knowing Wilson will inevitably follow, “He basically funds half this hospital, besides Cuddy would sooner push me down a flight of stairs then let me jeopardize her biggest investor,“ is your reply.

The reasoning is sound enough, anyone else would have just accepted it and moved on. Anyone who wasn’t Wilson, that is.

“We both know her threats of violence haven’t stopped you from making an ass of yourself before, so what's the real reason?” he falls into step with you, matching your pace as you make your way to the elevators across down the hall.

 You glance at him as the both of you stop in front of the heavy metal doors, clicking the “down” button before turning to him completely, “Would you believe me if I said a sudden wave of nostalgia took over?” 

His amused scoff is answer enough. 

“Right,” he says, smirking behind his mug as he takes a long swig of coffee, “because you’re so famously known for being at the whims of your emotions.” The mirth in his voice is clear and you can’t help but think he’s finding this far funnier than he should be.

The elevator dings as it arrives, cutting you off before you can shoot back whatever clever quip you had in store, the doors opening to an empty box that you step into instead of dignifying Wilson with a response.

“If you’ll excuse me, Dr. Wilson, I seem to have a date I need to get ready for,” you say as you turn to click the button for the first floor, content that you could finally end this line of questioning in favor of a quiet drive home to begin planning how to navigate the inescapable night of terror you were in for.

The doors however, do not shut, and you look up from the panels of buttons to see Wilson holding  them open, averting his gaze and kneading his bottom lip between his teeth. You clear your throat, a quiet way of asking what he wants, to which he sighs, looking at you with rare earnesty.

“Seriously, are you really okay with letting Cuddy basically pimp you out just for some more hospital funding?” it's a crude way of asking if you were alright, but touching nonetheless, and like hell were you going to let him get away with being so sappy.

Shifting your cane in front of you so you could lean forward, clasping both hands on the crook, a  devious grin spreads across your face, head tilted as you speak,

“If pimping me out gets me off clinic duty? Oh, absolutely.” The elevator doors shut as Wilson's startled laughter rings out through the halls. 

Tim: “-and I’m not listening to a Vicodin addict about “unhealthy coping mechanisms—”

H!reader: “Y’know what? Screw you, I fucked your dad!”

Tim: “oh we both know Bruce has never-“

H!reader: “Who said anything about Bruce?”

Tim: “…….What”

H!reader: “……..” :|

Tim: “wait”

H!reader: “….…….” :]

Tim: “ ₙₒ-”

one wants to actually research real medical documents for my House reader Au (or at the very least use the plots from actual episodes)