Sawyour bobby apartment fic and loved it. Got anymore Mr house or bobby apartment fics? Need more of him in my life
Pleaseeee he’s in my mind 24/7 actually I love him
Bobby apartment/ Mr house ^ 2 x Singer!Reader
Content warning: alcohol consumption, smoking, vault tec mentioned, slightly suggestive context, man dumb because he just wants to worship you.
“Gentleman! Ladies! Please please!” The announcer spoke into the mic, the club turning silent as they all listened to the man. “Thank you, all for being here first up. Second, our surprise singer for tonight is….” The room went even more silenced, everyone’s nerves spiking as they wondered who it is.
The moment your stage name was spoken, a roar of applause and cheer filled the large ball room - the speaker playing the instrumental background music as you stepped on stage, full glammed for the special event.
Bobby should’ve been playing as Robert house - like he was paid to do and come to this event for. He was supposed to be talking to sponsors, maybe even throwing some flirting in to get his way. But how could he do such a thing when you existed? When you existed and stood there on stage - light above you to emphasize the angelic power he knew you held.
To say he is a yearner isn’t a stretch - because he’s more than that. He bows at your feet like obeying you would save him from the impending war, that if he gave you all his devotion and love then maybe it would be enough to produce infinite power and he could keep you and save the world. He just knew that he couldn’t let anything happen to you, it’s why he never maybe it public- the relationship. People would find a weakness in ‘Robert house’ and that could be their downfall because Bobby knew he would do unexplainable things if you ever got hurt because of him.
The glass in his hand was empty, yet he kept bringing it to his lips - a lazy attempt to hide how his eyes shamelessly roamed your body. He knew every inch of it like if he didn’t then he was a failure of a lover. He could’ve just asked for you to sing for him at home like he always did, save his self from this event - but there was something about seeing you in your element that always made his heart race and his brain fog with thoughts of you.
His mind is only turned back on when your voice went away, changed with the sound of applause and loud cheers - some whistles of which he didn’t appreciate. So thats how he found his self easily sneaking into the back, using his title as a pass to get to your changing room. And like the impatient man he is, he didn’t knock, just turned the handle and came in.
“Jesus-! You know-, I should start hitting you everytime you do that.” I told Bobby as he lazily closed the door behind him, my hands occupied with changing out of my performance clothes.
“You act like I don’t like that, sugar lips.” He chuckled , knowing your slight hatred for the the usage of your stage name, as he came up to you, his hands nudging yours out of the way - wordlessly helping you with the zipper and ties, rough hands gentle and careful as he helped you out of your dress .
He made you sit while he carefully took your shoes off - his lips brushing your ankle before kissing up your calf, to your knee and up your thigh.
“Stop it - weirdo. We’re in my changing room.” I said and pushed his head away, the red on my cheek betraying my tone. I watched him stand up with a sigh but kissed my temple and helped me back into my normal clothes. “We aren’t walking to the hotel are we?” I asked as I looked up at my lover, seeing him grab my coat for me.
“What? You rather take the bus? Give your money to greedy bastard? Please, my love. I thought I’ve taught you better.”
“Bobby- it is raining outside.”
“Merely sprinkling. You have your coat and I have mine. You will survive a ten minute walk.”
“Sometimes I think you hate me.”
That made him stop- brows raised as a scoff left his mouth, “me hate you? God. You must be dehydrated and experiencing hallucinations, dear. You are speaking such nonsense. So let’s hurry up and let’s go back to our room.” He said and rushed you up, hand on your lower back to lead you out of the building - not caring for the not-finished event. Not when he had you.
“Such nonsense.” I mumbled, my arms crossed over my chest as we walked down the wet sidewalk, the rain was very light but I still didn’t want to be walking. “My feet hurt, you know? From wearing those heels for too long.”
“What do you want from me? Huh? Huh? To fly ya’ back to the hotel?”
“Take a bus. Jesus.. attitude.”
He groaned into his hand, pausing in the middle of the side walk. He wasn’t about to spend money on a city bus - he wouldn’t dare put his girl on there.
“You’re so lucky.” He mumbled before practically stomping over to you, crouching a bit before quickly picking you up bridal style. “You owe a good night after this.”
Might do a part2. Smut….gulp….. I also would love to start an actually series for Bobby apartment. But I need to know what kinda reader we would want .. leave recommendations!!!
