It's a very random selection of fics, I know, but there's a lot of different games and characters I love and have been trying to write for. I'm somewhat new to fanfic writing though, so my work might not be the best. If you have any requests, feel free to let me know! My ask box is open! I can try to whip something up.
(I tried something new, and I really hope I executed it well. I've had this hidden in my drafts for about two months because I just didn't think it was good enough to post, and it probably isn't, but I rewrote it and I think it's slightly better. Hope y'all enjoy! Not really proofread, but I tried. I also had no idea what to title it...so yeah.)
Workplaces are complicated. Deep hatred hidden behind fake smiles and pleasant conversations, bitter coworkers spreading rumors, the constant pressure to look perfectly put together, expectations to work nonstop...and as utterly insufferable as that all sounds, there's a good side to it. Stolen glances, genuine compliments from the girls in the bathroom, and for you- well, you were privileged enough to float above it all. As Robert Edwin House's personal assistant, you were plenty busy and quite stressed...but you also got breaks, enjoyed lunches out with your boss, even had the privilege to accompany the man to events and conventions-...even if you were only there as a buffer. Mr. House may seem charming, but he is truly a recluse.
At the most recent rendezvous you attended, you met House's newest...side chick? You were never sure what to call these women. Oh well! Not your job! Her name was Jane, and she was such a sight to see. Too bad she was already married...though you were sure she didn't care much about the ring on her finger considering she had something- whatever it was- going on with your boss. You almost wondered what she was doing entertaining a man like Robert. She was so out of his league! A stunning starlet. Gorgeous, humorous, playful...she was the cat's meow. You two girls clicked instantly and it was honestly quite lovely to have another lady around. Some things could really use a woman's touch, y'know? ....including yourself. What?! Who said thaaat? No matter! You had other things to focus on. SO many things...
As of last Tuesday, you were practically running every facet of RobCo Industries. Some extravagant project has been taking up all of Mr. House's time in recent weeks. And you, being his personal assistant and technically his right hand, were expected to take over. And you did! Quite well, infact! Well...there was just one problem; balancing your own social life whilst being under so much pressure to handle your boss's. Rescheduling or flat out canceling meetings, cancelling your own plans with friends and family, handling press and giving them just enough info to keep folks interested in Robert House's business ventures and RobCo Industries, practically living off coffee, attending events for him to secure deals in his absence, and keeping everyone as happy as you could. With exceptions, of course.
After about two weeks, Robert- Mr. House...- finally came out of hiding one weekend and showed up at the first party hosted at The Lucky 38 in about a month. He relieved you of your usual duties during these events- being his social buffer and fetching him drinks-, his attempt at saying thank you- you figured, but you did still want to be in attendance. So you found yourself sitting at the bar sipping on an atomic cocktail. It was so nice to just be able to sit and watch for once...no need to constantly entertain some big CEO or listen to meaningless yammering regarding business. You took a deep breath, letting your shoulders drop for a moment...only to be spooked into sitting upright again when you felt a pair of hands on your hips. You whipped around in your stool, your calm expression now replaced by a scowl...until you realized it was only Jane, and her hands were still on your hips...
Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing through your body, maybe it was your exhaustion making you weak, maybe you were just finally giving in...but you almost instantaneously became putty in this gorgeous woman's gloved hands as she took a seat beside you. It started with just talking...but talking soon turned into simple drunken flirting, and then simple drunken flirting turned into her hand on your thigh beneath the bar counter, and it was only a matter of time before she was tugging you through the foyer by your tie. You see, Jane was starting to get sick of Robert constantly ignoring her in favor of his inventions and contracts and weird math equations, so reasonably; she was beginning to get bored. And well...she knew she had you wrapped around your finger. You'd drop everything for her no matter how busy. She's cold? You're handing her your blazer without a word. The buckles of her heels needed adjusting? You were kneeling before her in seconds.
And now? She needed something, and you were there to provide as always. So here you stood in the confines of the private elevator headed up to the penthouse- you resided there with your boss so he always had you nearby for assistance. You were pressed against the cool metal wall as she undid the buttons of your button down, running her nails along the newly exposed skin. As the elevator dinged, you reluctantly broke apart. And oh...the smirk she gave you when you pouted...you nearly melted right then and there. She laughed at your reaction and pulled you along once more, only this time; it was by the belt loop of your slacks. That was evil, and she knew it. And well, before you knew it, she was shoving you onto the couch, settling on your lap, and drowning you in kisses.
You couldn't believe you were doing this behind your boss's back, yet here you were...making out with his newest fling. If you had it your way, you'd die to a lack of oxygen before you pulled away from the enchanting beauty straddling you. It wouldn't be a bad way to go, you thought. But alas, you still had to breathe. So as you two briefly broke apart for air, you cast a quick glance up to the dark haired woman. Despite being younger than her, and having less experience, you were keeping up pretty well. When she laughed, the sound breathless and airy yet so full of joy...you felt your own breath catch. In an attempt to regain any semblance of composure, you reached out and gently slid her dress strap back into place. It had been slipping down her shoulder all night.
Your "quick" glance from only seconds before soon turned into full out staring, your eyes drinking in the sight of the beauty straddling your thighs. Your grip tightened just a little on her hips- though you were trying so very hard to stay respectful- as you cursed under your breath. Were you even allowed to look at her like this? To touch her like this? "Fuck..." "What is it?" The older woman inquired, subtly quirking an eyebrow at you. Oh, that grin...she knew what she was doing to you. "You're so...-" You muttered, "-fucking pretty..." "Awe, thank you, sugar." She smiled, "You know, you're an awful lot nicer than Robert. I always feel like he's bored when he's around me. Having some good attention on me for a change is quite lovely." Your state of awe briefly dimmed as she brought up your boss. Right, you were just a substitute for the man at the moment...ouch.
"It's the least I can do, ma'am." You eventually managed to say. Your body language returned to its earlier primness. You dropped your hands from her hips, sat up a little straighter, and glanced off to the side. Why did you suddenly feel as though you weren't allowed to look at her? Like you were less than? Which arguably; you are. You were just Robert House's right hand...no more no less. Soft laughter and gentle hands broke you out of your thoughts. Jane smiled and cupped your chin, guiding you to be eye to eye once again. "Oho! Ma'am? Please, dahling, no need to be so proper." You let out a sigh, dropping the act as you gave into her again. You made a soft hum and leaned into her warm, soft palm. "Jane, then?" You corrected quietly. She nodded, a grin spreading across her face as she watched you melt into her attention. "Mhm..." The older woman confirmed, moving your hands back to her hips. She noticed your gaze drop to her rosy lips and linger. "More?" Jane offered, bringing her hand back up to your chin and rubbing her thumb along your bottom lip...stained by her lipstick. Before you even finished nodding, she was pressing her lips to yours again.
And for now, you simply let yourself enjoy this. You knew neither of you would ever speak of it again come tomorrow, that you'd have to move on and act like you don't dream of her nearly every night...and it hurts. But for as long as you could prolong the inevitable, you would.
Domestic Pre-War Robert House X GN? Spouse Reader. Argument, but y'all make up in the morning. House does get banished to the couch though. Not really proofread. Tried something new:(She/He)&(wife/husband) referring to reader. I hope it makes sense! Oh, and there's a little bit of violence, but nothing too serious!!!
(Super sorry I low-key disappeared from Tumblr! My life has been really weird lately, but I'm back and I have a few drafts I'm excited to share. I hope you folks like this little fic, and I'm sorry if I accidentally mischaracterized our boy here. I tried. Enjoy!)
Robert, your beloved husband, has been ignoring you all week. At least that's how it seems to you, the currently neglected partner. Not so lovely now, hm? But you, still worried for his mental state because you're a good partner, decide to snoop around a little in his workshop beneath The Lucky 38. You discovered a few causes of his stresses thanks to some messy notes scattered on his workbench, made a few phone calls since of course you had connections- Robert would never marry someone helpless- and solved at least one factor of his problem. But instead of being grateful, he was outraged. He could handle it himself! Yeah, right. He's hardly been functioning, or even really sleeping. Like hell he could handle it himself! But now you two are quarreling...lovely. Dandy, even! Fantastic!
You watched the man- the same one you still somehow loved- pace back and forth whilst scolding you. That fool was going to wear a hole in the carpet at this rate. You almost wondered how he still had the energy to pace like this, so rapidly. You knew for a fact he hasn't slept in at least two days. He has been coming up every few hours for coffee, however. There was a high probability your husband's blood contained more caffeine than red or white blood cells at this point. "You couldn't just stay out of this?! No, nooo...of course you couldn't! You're always up my rear- can't you just allow me some solitude and privacy for once, dammit!?" He ranted, getting far louder than he meant to. His freakouts were few and far between, yet always explosive.
You frowned from where you resided on the couch, absentmindedly swirling the wine in your glass...a nervous tick. You were honestly a little hurt by his words. Leave him alone? When he clearly wasn't well? Absolutely not! What kind of a partner would you be!? Did your Robert assume you genuinely didn't have his best interest at heart? You always did! You'd do anything for him. And well, you knew he was paranoid thanks to...whatever the hell was taking place in his business ventures at the moment- but still! You thought he knew you were the one living, breathing organism he could share and entrust his every thought, qualm, anxiety, and joy with. What could you have possibly done to make him trust you any less?
With a heavy sigh and a shake of your head, you pulled yourself together enough to get some words out. "Darling, I've left you alone for nearly two weeks and given you plenty of space, but what am I supposed to do; not worry for my husband? My lover? You haven't even been coming to bed, dear. The sheets are cold when I get up! I'm just a (woman/man), Robert! Is it a crime to want your husband to at least hold you at night?" You laughed bitterly and continued on. "Nevermind, don't answer that. I'm sure you think it is. Because you're above that, right? You're above needing another person because you're just, oh- so very detached and nonchalant! But guess what?! You begged to marry me, if I recall properly! Oh how the mighty have fallen, hm?" Realizing you were being harsh, you let up a little. Tapping your nails against your wine glass as you briefly battled your pride, you thought of the best approach. "Robert, darling, just please give me an explanation as to just why you've been avoiding me. You owe me that, at least."
Your husband paused in his restless pacing and pivoted to face you, his gaze locking onto your form like a V.A.T.S. schematic. It never failed to vaguely unsettle you the way he behaved, but you didn't hate it...you always have liked them a little crazy. Nevertheless, you still wondered how the man could be so...robotic at times. At least the scowl he was currently donning humanized him slightly. He took a step towards the couch, glowering from a distance for the time being. Safe to say he didn't appreciate being criticized or...perhaps mocked would be a better word? Though in contrast to your current thoughts about your husband's odd detachment regarding relationships- especially yours; he spoke without thinking for once. No calculations, no pausing to ensure he truly meant what he was saying, just...the first thing that came to mind. "Maybe it's due to a desire to simply not be around you at all times! You're so obnoxious and clingy and-..." He froze, realizing rather quickly that was too far, but his pride refused to let him back down now. All he could do was brace himself for whatever your reaction was...which clearly wouldn't be positive based on your current expression, but he's the one who went and spoke without thinking. He had to bear the consequences. Oho, he may be a dead man...
As infuriated as you were...you almost felt a little relieved he finally spoke without the facade of a calculating, dangerously intelligent, and undeniably sexy business man. (He may be an evil, egocentric snake, but he's your stupidly sexy, evil, egocentric, little snake.) You were getting somewhere. He faltered. He dropped the walls. You just had to push a little further...you've been waiting to get your anger out lately anyway. "Just admit you never loved me then! Go ahead, you bastard! Say it! Fucking say it!" Receiving no answer, you continued to berate him. "No, go on. You've never had an issue lying to me before, why so shy now, hm? Go ahead. Say a lie. Any lie." Your patience began to thin as you didn't receive any reaction. What the hell?! Where'd his earlier attitude go? Normally he'd waste no time in retorting with equal vitriol. It was what you'd two do. Argue, avoid each other perhaps for days on end, then finally kiss and make up.
Yet he didn't budge... didn't say a thing, the room was silent. So quiet you could hear the soft ticks emanating from a clock on the wall. Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock... the silence was beginning to drive you mad. "Say something!" You demanded, standing from your spot on the couch as you flung your glass full of wine in his general direction. You cringed slightly as you realized what you had done and frowned...you really needed to quit throwing things when you were angry. Thankfully, your husband managed to dodge the glass you hurled before it could hit him. The glass cracked on impact against the wall and further crumpled in on itself once it hit the floor, the shards clattering against the tiles. Your husband simply stood there for a moment, watching the wine drip down the wallpaper and pool on the floor. And that!!-- was why nothing in the penthouse was white...he turned his gaze to you and smirked. Why the hell was he smiling?! "I don't love you." Robert finally said, crossing the luxurious room to stand in front of you. The only thing separating you two was the art deco-esque coffee table you remembered picking out with him on some sunny afternoon in August...when you were newly married.
You shook your head, shoving the sweet memory aside. You weren't about to be mushy right now, dammit! You instead scoffed, opting to drink straight from the bottle now that your glass was broken. You were positively peeved, but the wine was helping soothe you at least a little. "Tell me a different lie." You requested, wiping the excess from the corner of your mouth. And your husband, as always, had a quick quip at the ready. You swore...he never ran out of things to say, but at least you can't call him boring. "You're not the most enchanting (woman/man) I've ever seen, and it definitely doesn't terrify me." Trying to butter you up wouldn't work when you were this fired up, you figured he knew that by now...so why in the world was he pushing his luck here? Wasn't he some type of genius?
"...I hate you." You grumbled, slamming the wine bottle down on the coffee table...nearly shattering the pretty stained glass panel in the center. Seeing your display, Robert simply smirked again. You wanted to smack that expression off his face. He circled the table, wanting to be closer to you. As he did so, he spoke again. "Do you now? Funny. I recall-..." "Ugh, shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" You snapped, grabbing your glass nail file off the couch in a haste and holding it to his neck. He would've been ashamed at his lack of genuine survival instincts if it wasn't just you holding the damn thing against his jugular..and if you didn't look so lovely doing it. Gosh, you're (pretty/handsome).
Robert rested his palms atop your hips, steadying you against him. He indulged a little though and allowed himself to briefly squeeze and squish at your soft flesh. That alcohol wasn't doing much to help your balance anyway, he was just supporting you a little more. Yeah...supporting you. Absolutely not just feeling up his spouse. Nooo, he was more mature than that. "There (she/he) is..." Your husband purred, a wry smile spreading across his face. Yep, there's the insane (woman/man) he married! He cast a quick glance down at the file pressing into his pulse, feeling the cool material of the glass against his skin. He hummed and leaned into it, taunting you simply for fun. He's watched you stab a reporter with the very same file, he didn't doubt your capabilities, but he knew deep down that you wouldn't truly harm him...at least not too much. Perhaps a smack, a punch, or a bite, but nothing too serious.
He sighed and casually shifted, sitting down on the couch you had previously been lounging on. He proceeded to tug you closer so you were now standing between his legs, wanting any excuse to keep you close. You've stormed off a few times during arguments, sure, but it never failed to make his heart race with anxiety as a thousand 'what-if's?' consumed him...so he planned on keeping you close. "You look nice from this angle." Robert teased, trailing his hands along your waist and hips once more. You scoffed and set a knee between his thighs, supporting yourself while you loomed over him. "Shut. your. mouth." You hissed, pressing the nail file a little harder into his neck. He just sighed in mock defeat and let a grin spread across his face, like he was exactly where he wanted to be. Stupid fucker was getting off on this, wasn't he? Your husband always was an odd one...then again, this was the same man who fell in love with you because you punched him in the face. That was an interesting night...but there's no time for reminiscing!
Your gritted teeth deeply contrasted the shit eating grin displayed on your spouse's face and you decided you finally had enough. You smacked him. Robert gasped, then met your wild eyes and chuckled lowly. You scoffed at his reaction and stepped back, no longer looming over the man. He went to reach out for you, but his hands froze midair the moment he heard your next words "You're sleeping on the couch tonight." The smile was wiped off his face within seconds, because of course. Deep down, he's a little pathetic...especially for you, and perhaps only for you- but he'd rather die being crushed by one of his securitrons like a knocked over vending machine than ever admit that. "But darling-!" You cut him off, sick of his shit. "Don't 'But darling' me! You haven't been coming to bed for nearly two weeks, you should have no problem sleeping in the living room tonight." "But darling..." He whined. You shook your head and turned around, making your way to the hallway leading to your bedroom. "Enough! Goodnight! And don't even think about sneaking in once I'm already asleep."
Robert remained where he was on the sofa, sulking like a kicked puppy, whist you settled down in the bedroom and got cozy. You slept well, he didn't. In the morning, you got up and headed to the kitchen for something to drink. Your husband snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso. It wasn't long until he was all over you; kissing your neck and shoulders while muttering apologies. You sighed through your nose as you decided you might as well allow yourself to forgive him if you melted so easily at some simple kisses. Setting your coffee mug down, you leaned into him, setting a palm over one of his arms locked around your middle...lovely. Dandy, even! Fantastic...<3
GUYS I NEED ROBERT HOUSE! I NEED THAT MAN! JUST CALL ME THE WHITE GLOVE SOCIETY THE WAY I'M GONNA TAKE A BITE OUT OF HIM! HE'S NOT SAFE AROUND ME! GIMME THOSE PIXELS! RAHHHH! GNAWING AT THE IRON BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE! CUTE GRUMPY OLD MAN, COME HITHER!!
(Enjoy this short Eddie fic! I think I made him a little more sane than he is, so I apologize for any mischaracterization. But I wanted to write something fluffy, so here's something fluffy.)
Eddie Gluskin...psycho, seamstress, mental ward patient, and now someone's impromptu groom. Oh, he just adored his bride to be from the very first glance! They were lovely, and gorgeous, and so very sweet. Sure, they may had run at first, but they all do. The man remembered the first time he finally got his hands on them, tore them out of that locker. Sure, they were certainly startled, but the fear in their expression turned to...worry? Yes, worry as they noticed those old scars mixed with new injuries on his face and the blood shot state of his eyes. He'd never forget the way they cupped his face and insisted they help with the freshest wounds. How could he be so lucky? He had been chasing his future lover around for nearly three hours, they had all the reason in the world to be terrified of him, but they instead express concern? Oh, he had nearly lost it then and there. But NO! He promised himself he'd wait.
And he did, or at least as much as he could. He may have rushed vows and such, and his spouse may have seemed reluctant- but they weren't now. Nope! They were practically putty in his hands as they sat atop the desk within the clean office Eddie had carried them to. He kept the place tidy for when he could finally steal them away for just himself. He sat kneeled before them, undoing their garter belts...and gently sliding the nylon down their legs using his teeth. They sighed in content and reached down, patting his head. Eddie practically purred and lifted his head, resting his head atop their thigh...still covered by that damned dress. Yes, it looked fantastic on them, but he desperately needed to tear it off...and soon. He could only be so patient, but he's been so good for so long. Surely his wife would allow him this, yes?
Ah! How delightful! He didn't even need to ask. The man let out a pleased hum as he watched his sweet undo the zipper themself, or at least attempt to. He briefly rose to his feet once again and circled the desk. He felt his spouse nearly melt at his gentle touch as he undid the zipper the rest of the way and began to kiss along their neck and shoulders. Eddie just couldn't help it! His lover looked so lovely! So gorgeous...and he was sure to tell them such. "So pretty...flowers must bloom where you walk." A soft kiss on the back of their neck. "Our children will look beautiful. I hope they have your eyes..." Another kiss in the crook between their neck and shoulder. "Mhh...I can't believe how lucky I am to have you, my darling. My shining light in the dark. My guiding light...don't ever leave me." Yet another kiss, but this time between their shoulder blades.
He noticed how their shoulders dropped particularly after his action. Hm, that must be where his love carried their tension. Well, he couldn't have any of that, now could he? His partner deserved the absolute best. He brought his hands up, resting them on his wife's waist. His palms gently squished the soft flesh, earning him a quiet hum. He smiled against their skin before abruptly pulling away. "Eddie-..." He affectionately shushed them and circled back around to be in front of his sweetheart once again, standing between their legs. He carefully shimmied the dress lower down their body, kissing along their front as he went.
He started at their jaw. "Stunning. Absolutely drop dead gorgeous. My muse...now you're for my eyes only. Doesn't that make you happy, darling?" Down to his wife's neck, lots of attention to their neck. Love bites mixed in with gentle kisses. "Now, now, my dear...patience is a virtue." He soothed as they tried to press against him, wanting more attention. Eddie was pleased they were already seeking more loving from him, however. He enjoyed knowing his wife was just as impatient and eager as him. The tension was delicious. He licked his lips and delved back in to worship more of the warm skin. It was as perfect as he had imagined, but the cherry on top? The small little sounds coming from his spouse. Those sighs, and hums, and nearly silent moans, and huffs, and-...oh, and hearing his name whispered like that? Like someone genuinely wanted him? He was losing it quicker than he thought he would.
...
No, no, no, Eddie didn't want to just take. Tonight was meant to be all about his beloved. He'd restrain himself, even if it was ripping him up inside. He was a gentleman after all, though perhaps he needed a moment...he sighed heavily and sunk back down to his knees. His head came to rest on his darling's thighs as he shut his eyes. His fingers kneaded the squishy flesh, allowing it to soothe his desire momentarily. When he finally opened his eyes again, he remembered what he was doing and got back to work removing the dress. He needed as little clothing between him and his partner right now. The second the white fabric touched the floor, he pounced. Their legs were forced open and attacked with more smooches and muttered praises. This was going to be a long night...wasn't it? Ah, well, could Eddie truly be blamed~?
He finally had his darling right where he wanted them. How could he possibly resist? He's only a man, y'know. Besides, it's not like they were complaining. Hell, they even began to giggle as he attempted to remove their undergarments further with his teeth! Ah, someone with a sense of humor...how perfect.
(I've had a small Outlast obsession lately, so I hope y'all enjoy. This definitely isn't my best work, but I liked writing it. Also, SUPER sorry if I accidentally mischaracterized Dr. Easterman. I just want him to hold me. Not proofread! Sorry that most of my posts are the same format, at least I feel like they are. Is my stuff getting boring? Let me know if it is.)
You...where does Easterman even start? You, from day one, were his most promising subject. You were quite startled by everything at first, but you never let that stop you. No, no, no. There's fight, flight, and freeze. You were always fight or flight, never freeze...a promising trait of a reagent. You soon grew familiar with the structure of the trials. Get in the shuttle, go in the room, sit in the chair, watch the video, breath in the gas, enjoy that high and the terror that comes with the hallucinations. Get in the shuttle again, complete your trial and objectives, come home, get your grade, go rest. You were moldable, but still had a backbone. With the right praise, and commands, and the promise of extra time to rest if you do extra good, you'd do almost anything.
One problem, you had these bouts of terrible fatigue as of late. Some days you could hardly get out of bed. You just loved rest too much, or at least that's what the man originally thought. He had assumed you were just being lazy...but he was wrong. Recently, you've had a special bracelet on that Easterman had a staff member attach to you. It was mostly to check your pulse, but it would occasionally take a bit of blood to check your levels. It wasn't blood sugar...wasn't an iron deficiency...your pulse was fine...what's gotten you so tired? It couldn't possibly be because you were overworked. No. No such thing as overworked at Murkoff. It's simply a matter of endurance. Easterman's curiosity and concern only grew as your exhaustion began seeping into the trials, affecting your overall grades and performance. His poor star student was starting to slip. Well, we couldn't have that, now could we? He decided he must do something about it.
Within the week, Dr. Easterman began to monitor your rest. It seems you were so used to constant stressors and surprises due to the conditioning of the trials, so now you were anticipating that constantly. That caused you to be caught in NREM stages of sleep while trying to rest up. You weren't fully transferring out of being awake, which would explain you getting up several times throughout the night. Poor thing, you must be exhausted! And you must feel terrible for it. He's seen you wallowing through your cameras. Easterman knew you wanted to be great, wanted to impress with your skills and hard work...but your lack of proper slumber has been throwing you off. He must help you!
So this evening, when you returned from one of your trials, the kind nurse at the desk told you you had an appointment with Dr. Easterman. Not to worry though! The appointment would take place in your sleep room, so just head there and wait. Odd...but you went along with it. You were absolutely exhausted anyway, so the second you sat on your bed, you passed out. You awoke to a voice you recognized muttering softly and the sound of pen on paper. You cracked your eyes open and glanced at...Dr. Easterman sitting in a chair beside your bed. The blinds were drawn over your sleep room window. For privacy, you figured...and appreciated. You've woken up to other patients watching you before. It was creepy as hell.
"D-doctor?" You croaked, propping yourself up on your elbows. You clearly weren't fully awake. The bright florescent lights of your room backlit the man sitting beside you, and highlighted the smoke curling around him. Your sleepily mesmerized state must've clearly shown past your typical poker face...since he let out a low laugh at the dumb look on your face before speaking. "Ah, my little how high. Finally awake, I see...or not." You jolted realizing this was real. Oh gosh! How long have you been asleep?! You've been wasting his time by sleeping during your appointment time window. How dare you?!
You immediately sat up and started to apologize. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't even realize I fell asleep! I've just been so tired lately, I don't know what's wrong with me-" You were silenced as he pressed his cigarette between your lips. "Breathe deep and calm down. Daddy's not angry. Daddy just wants to help you rest a little better. Can you show me what you do while trying to fall asleep, if and when you don't just immediately pass out?" He let you take a drag from his cigarette, then pulled it away and looked at you expectantly. You exhaled the smoke, managing not to cough, and nodded. "Uhm, yes, I can." You said, laying back down. You were hesitant and shy, he noted.
He watched as you laid on your side and hugged your pillow to your chest...then slipped his cigarette back between his lips while he scribbled something down and nodded. "I see...do you often sleep hugging something? Do you crave for someone to hold you?" At your reluctance, he tutted. "No shame in it, my dear. It's natural for humans to crave the oxytocin released when doing something as simple as hugging a pillow." Seeing he wasn't judging made you a little more comfortable to answer. "I...like to be held." You admitted, earning yourself a hum from him, and then a question. "And you're feeling neglected because a pillow can only do so much?" You nodded, not trusting your voice. How...had he figured you out so quickly?
"Hm, you poor thing...how about I assign you a sleep partner?" Dr. Easterman offered, then took a long drag from his cigarette to finish it off. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused and clearly not very open to the idea. Yet, you remained polite. Yet another thing the doctor noted. "A...what?" He leaned back in the chair beside your bed, the material lightly creaking as he moved. "Someone to rest with you, and hold you." The man elaborated. "I-..." He nodded, realizing his mistake. "Ah, right, you're rather reclusive. I can't imagine you'd want just anyone in your bed." You sighed, looking up at him from behind your pillow. It covered most of your lower face with how you clung to it, so you were mostly just expressing/emoting with your eyes...and arguably, you looked adorable right now looking up at him like that.
He could tell you were willing to try if you must, but you didn't like the idea of some stranger holding you. He wondered if you wanted someone in particular...perhaps himself? Aah, was that what you were trying to express with those pretty eyes of yours? "Why don't we try something?" "Hm?" You hummed, tilting your head. "Get out of bed for me, just for a moment." You sighed, but complied. Setting the pillow aside, you got to your feet. Dr. Easterman was pleased with how easily you followed instructions. He stood, snuffed out his cigarette, then took a seat on your bed...near the headboard. Before you could ask what he was doing, he gestured to his lap. His lap...? He was going to let you sit in his lap? You couldn't help feeling eager, having thought about doing just that many times before.
You easily followed his silent order and crawled into his lap, snuggling your face into his shoulder. You relaxed as his steady hands came to rest on your hips, guiding you to rest your weight on him. You were so lucky...and grateful. You haven't been doing the best lately during the trials, yet your doctor- your daddy- was still allowing you such closeness. "Thank you..." You muttered softly into his shirt, which pleasantly surprised him. You knew you didn't deserve this, not quite. You knew he was being so very kind allowing you his presence like this. You knew to say thank you...for a simple comforting gesture most others wouldn't think twice about accepting with zero thanks. Perfect. The therapy was working. You've become quite dependent on him, just like he planned.
You were already starting to doze off, a major improvement compared to previous nights. Dr. Eastman wasn't very warm, but his presence soothed something deep within you. Good...very good. He leaned back against the headboard and held you close as you fell asleep and went limp against him. He watched as your body finally showed signs of fully relaxing into sleep, not just that odd in between you've been stuck in lately. So, it seems you preferred real human touch...hugging your pillow could only suffice for so long. Hm, but he couldn't be here all the time... he'd figure out a substitute. For now, he allowed you to rest against him. His perfect little how high resting in daddy's lap like a defenseless kitten. You looked lovely, he thought, vulnerable like this.
It was almost thrilling to know just how deep your blind trust for him ran. It meant you'd stay loyal, unlike some bitch named Amelia. The brainwashing ran deep in you, you were becoming one with the trials, his perfect subject...you'd bleed for anything if it held you right. The perfect masochist.
Uncle Robert House + Bobby Apartment + Niece/Nephew Reader. Comfort. Fluff. Gender Neutral reader! You wake up from a nightmare, they're there to comfort you.
(Enjoy this super short thing while I get back in the groove of writing! It's been a while...and by a while, I mean hardly a week. Also, I don't remember how to use semicolons. Please don't crucify me.)
You found yourself jolting awake, terrified as memories of your father terrorized you. Anthony House...what a terrible man. You breathed heavily for a few moments as you took in your surroundings, reminding yourself you were within the safety of The Lucky 38 penthouse. You eventually stopped shaking, but you still felt anxious. And so, you got up from bed and walked down the hall towards where you heard two familiar voices. Bobby and your uncle; Robert House. It sounded like they were discussing a meeting that took place today.
You have been living with your uncle after your father's most recent episode, mostly because he didn't trust your mother to genuinely look after you if you went to live with her. Your parents had split up when you were young. She was a raging alcoholic. Honestly, neither of your parents were that great, but Robert was pretty nice. As is tradtion among black sheep of the family, you suppose.
Bobby was the first of the two men to spot you in the archway leading into the living room. You were leaning against the wall, frowning, and there were subtle tear tracks on your cheeks. Noticing the look on the other man's face, your uncle finally turned around to look at you. He furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing your expression. You were usually such a smiley thing, cracking jokes and laughing... "What's happened? What's wrong?" Robert inquired, immediately crossing the room to you.
You let out a huff and threw yourself into his arms once he was close enough, and shockingly? He allowed it. You've noticed the man often times avoided touch, but he'd occasionally make small exceptions here and there. A hug from Jane, a pat on the shoulder from Bobby, you resting your head on his shoulder as you napped beside him. You've really softened the man up, something that disturbed him a little deep down.
But enough about that! The focus was on you now! "...nightmare about my dad." You answered weakly, your voice groggy from just waking up but shaky from the lingering terror of your bad dream. You didn't like how small you felt. It wasn't fair that your dad could haunt you without even being here...the memories of his actions were nightmare fuel enough. When you finally pulled back from your uncle and wiped your damp cheeks, you found Bobby had disappeared somewhere.
You were about to question it when your uncle led you to the couch and sat you down before taking a seat beside you. You yawned against your will and sunk into the soft cushions a little, allowing the familiar comfort to- well, comfort you. And Bobby soon returned from wherever he had been, the kitchen it seems, with a mug. He brought it over to you and held it out. You smiled at him and accepted it. Hot chocolate...he was sweet.
Whenever you had a nightmare, you'd often get up and make yourself something warm to drink- even in the summer! The man must've noticed...which wasn't all that surprising considering you often accidentally left your mugs out since you'd pass out on the couch before you could finish your drinks. Oops! You took a sip of your hot chocolate as your uncle's double sat down on the other side of you. No words were spoken, they didn't need to be. You understood the silent message in the men's actions; you're safe.
And you knew it was the truth. Nothing and no one could hurt you as long as you were under these men's care. You sighed and took another sip from your mug. You already felt a little better. You allowed your head to rest on the cushions behind you for a moment, holding your mug in your lap...and in those few moments you shut your eyes, you had fallen asleep again. Robert gently caught your mug before your now relaxed hands could drop it and set it on the coffee table. Bobby chuckled at that, then grabbed a blanket to drape over you.
You hummed tiredly, an attempt at thanks despite being too exhausted suddenly to speak properly. The two men soon resumed their earlier conversation, though far more quietly now that you were resting between them. Your mind didn't quite process their words, but you did feel comforted by the familiar tomber and tones of each man. All earlier memories of panic and upsetting nonsense your father has done drifted away as you drifted off. The tension left your shoulders, and you managed to get some decent rest for the remainder of the night.
Do y'all think that if Eddie was a normal person and somehow got out of Mount Massive and somehow became a dad to a daughter that he'd sew her dresses for every important event for her life? Like a prom dress? Or is that just me having really bad daddy issues and wishing my father genuinely cared for me in the slightest?
Pre-War Mr. House X Fem! Rival Casino Owner Reader. Basically flirting over the phone. Phone sex without the sex. Does that make any sense? 1 Charisma Robert House. Awkward cute little fella.
(So sorry I haven't written or posted in so long. I recently had my tech week and shows, so I've been at rehearsals for almost six hours a day and barely had time. Here's something I whipped up and finally just finished. Kind of. A little bit of a cliffhanger, you get to fill in the blanks. Sorry once again. Enjoy this short little thing!)
Your casino, The Lucky Stars, was your pride and joy. You had been on the strip well before Mr. House, and The Lucky 38 property to begin with, but he still tried to cease and desist you many moons ago over the name despite the vibes of each of your casinos being totally different. Where Robert's casino was sleek and modern yet glitzy with just the right amount of glam, your casino was obviously celestially themed hence the name. Star and planet motifs, gold and silver metal details, pretty lights and even candles in the dining area, stained glass, art of all mediums everywhere from artists you've commissioned, and obviously lots of whimsy. It was actually quite funny thinking back on it, and how that fizzled out court case somehow led to you two being...acquaintances.
Actually, more like frenemies. He deeply admired how you challenged him, but he envied the attention and genuine loyalty citizens gave to your location in particular. And you didn't even need to rig your machines to keep folks playing...hence the amount of people visiting The Lucky Stars nightly. Patrons felt as though they won more at your casino, and they did. Rigging the machines was actually something he tried to convince you to do, but you'd always refuse, saying something like. "I refuse to betray my customers like that." And though he mocked you for that, it was still admirable you cared so much. When he was cold, you were warm. Where he was conniving, you were honest.
And you were honestly quite intriguing to him, but when asked? He'd say he wants you dead, as would you. And well, since you two were often so very busy, you'd communicate via letters. Robert's letters were normally just full of overt death threats, or mentioning how fun it'd be to run experiments on you, or just flat out critiquing aspects of your casino. It was actually quite delightful he'd allow himself to come across as unhinged in his writings to you. And you'd write back with equal vitriol, simply because it was fun. Over the months, it became something you genuinely looked forward to. Anyone who had no idea what was going on would assume you were writing to and receiving letters from a secret lover of sorts the way you'd practically squeal and immediately rush to your office to read it and send a response as soon as possible.
One night you were laying in your suite within your casino, since it was also a hotel much like the design of The Lucky 38, and re-reading the letters Robert had sent you. You, like him, lived within your residency on the strip. You giggled and kicked your legs, burying your face in a pillow on your luxurious bed. Your smitten-like behavior was abruptly interrupted by your telephone ringing from its spot on your nightstand. You sighed and reached over, answering it. "Good evening. Miss (L/N) speaking." You spoke into the receiver, laying on your back and staring at your ceiling. The familiar voice that answered had you grinning. "No need for the formalities."
You sat up and let out a delighted laugh. "Robert! I was just thinking about you." The man himself chuckled, for once, at your clear eagerness. "All negative, I hope." You scoffed at his comment, yet still smirked as you answered. "Oh, of course. I fucking hate you." There was a small pause, a brief moment of silence between you two that seemed to amplify the ever-present tension, before House spoke up again to keep the convo flowing. His voice was lower than before. You figured it was since he was tired after a long day of work. It was actually just to tease you for his own amusement. "You can't possibly mean that, could you, dear?" ...that made your brain feel a little fuzzy. Why was his voice so hot?!
You eventually found your words, shoving aside your drowsiness and bashfulness as you replied. "Why'd you say it like that? Weirdo." "Because I knew for certain it'd make you blush." Robert answered, sounding a little too smug. The dude hardly had charisma, he was essentially a loser, it wasn't fair that he could get you flustered over something so simple. Though, perhaps it was just his intelligence that had drawn you in to begin with. A man that's actually smart? Yes please. "Stop..." You whined, small chuckles slipping past your lips at the sheer absurdity of this interaction. Was he coming onto you? "And why should I? You're clearly enjoying this. Me talking, I mean." You snickered. "And what are you trying to accomplish, hm? Trying to butter me up?" "Clever girl." He praised, causing you to sigh in content. He heard that through the phone's speaker and found himself grinning. "You're easy today~" He snarked.
"I am not!" You insisted, now suddenly wanting to reach through the telephone and strangle him. "Oh please! Don't be so coy. You're practically melting just listening to me, my dear." Robert retorted, using the term of endearment to get under your skin. "Stop it." You growled. Of course he'd be playing dumb. A rather irritating act coming from a man so educated. "Stop what?" You shook your head, your grip on the wire tangled around your fingers tightening. "You know exactly what you're doing." "Hmm...I don't think I do." "Robert." Your grip strengthened further on the wire. To the point you were worried you'd mess up the connection of the call. "Yes, darling?" You've had enough. A woman could only be pushed so far. "...I'm going to kill you."
You figured he'd back down, or respond negatively, or possibly even threaten to kill you in return, yet...all you heard from his end was some low laughter and the soft creak of his leather chair. "Oh, how I love it when you talk dirty to me." He murmured, leaning back in his seat. "Only you would consider this pillow talk, you freak. This is why women don't sleep with you." You practically hissed, "Maybe I should come over to that pathetic structure you call a casino and put you in your place. Smack you around a little." "As much as I'd like to say don't threaten me with a good time; I fear that wouldn't work out as you think it would. Don't forget who has the robot army in the making and who doesn't." Robert droned. You could just envision his cocky smirk. You shook your head and grumbled under your breath. "You and your stupid robots..."
You heard the man scoffed at your clear insult to his interest and arguably his whole empire of RobCo as well. Stupid? Both him and his robots? How dare you...after a long few moments of silence, he finally spoke up again, pushing his pride aside. "I...-wouldn't mind the company, however." Now that caught you off guard. You two had just been about to argue, but now he's not so subtly inviting you over? (Booty call?) "Are you seriously asking me to come over?" You inquired and only received silence, causing you to sigh as you continued. "Robert, do you even know what time it is? I'm already dressed for bed." "...what are you wearing?" He sounded so unsure all of a sudden, which was rather hilarious for the normally arrogant fella. Watching, or rather listening, to this man attempt to seriously flirt is going to be quite the experience...it seems.
You decided to humor him, but mostly out of pity...and curiousity. "Well, if you must know, it's nothing all that interesting. Just a slip with some lace on the edges." ...what color?" "The nightgown? Ah, just a deep green. Almost emerald, I suppose. And the lace is black." (You can imagine it as something else if you'd like!) Robert hummed, unsure of what to say without further making a fool of himself. He did love seeing you in green, though...either dressed in the color or through his cameras scattered about the strip. His camera feed always had a green tinge to it. A damn shame he hadn't thought to install any cameras near your casino premises so he could catch a glimpse of you during work, however. Or better yet, looking through the windows of your top floor suite within the confines of your own casino's hotel...
"I'm sure you look lovely." House finally managed to say- and without stuttering! He would have simply perished if his voice cracked or if he stumbled over his words. His inexperience might be showing. Just a little. You chuckled softly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Are you now?" You teased, which earned you a brief moment of silence followed by Robert's breath catching. He likely had opened his mouth to say something, then promptly shut it when he realized he had nothing to say. No creative quip at the ready...how uncharacteristic. He should have anticipated this, really. Of course you wouldn't just say thank you and move on. And so, you continued to toy with him. "Seriously, Robbie..." Using a nickname, saying it like that, oldest trick in the book. And you knew it. "How can you be so sure I look lovely if you can't actually see me, hmm~?" No response from his end...had you killed him?
Nahhhh. You had a feeling he just moved the microphone end of the phone away from himself, not wanting you to hear his breathing so you couldn't further mock him. And you were right. He did, currently staring at the telephone in his hand as it hovered over the switch hooks. Should he hang up? Back down? Retreat? "Don't. hang. up. on. me." He froze. You had caught him. "I- I wasn't planning to." He lied, tucking the handset up against his ear again. He scowled, realizing he had stuttered. Ugh! Curse his nervous habit! It earned a bark of laughter from you though. "Ha!" Oh gosh, what were you going to say? "Cute." Cute? Cute?! He wasn't cute! "I am not." He stated coldly, attempting to regain some composure. "Yes, you are~" You doubled down. "Stop it." He demanded, now likely pouting like you had been earlier. That thought was rather satisfying. Payback. (>:] Mwehehee)
"Mmh~...and why not? I thought you wanted to flirt, baby." You chuckled, and went on. "Didn't you say only three or so minutes ago that you love it when I talk dirty to you? As in our back and forth banter?" Robert's panicked voice came through the receiver, though he tried to cover up his flustered state by sounding somewhat normal. It didn't work, if you couldn't have predicted that already. "Facetiously! I had meant it facetiously, woman!" You nodded though he couldn't see you and drawled your response. "Sure you did." "I did. I absolutely did. Infact, I know most certainly that I had. I can't help it that you had misinterpreted my positively obvious snarky remark. I wasn't exactly being subtle. There should be no room for miscommunications, at least according to my calculations. Must've been an error on your end...-" He paused in his rambling as he heard your laughter echo over the line. You finally caught your breath and replied. "You're such a nerd! Y'know, I'd be more pissed off about you berating me if it wasn't so damn hot. You talk a lot in bed too, don't you?"
UH!...Who asks that?! Well...you- apparently. STILL! What an absurd and intrusive question! Robert was genuinely at a loss for words this time. "Robbie~" A shiver went up his spine. "C'mon, come back to me. You know you want to." You coaxed, still teasing but far softer now. "You-...you're absolutely terrible." He murmured lowly whilst slumping down in his chair...as though he could melt into nothingness and escape your attention, as well as soak it up. You sighed in relief, glad you hadn't broken him. "There he is. The genius." He perked up a little at that. Oho, yes please, feed his ego more. "Damn, now you have ME wishing you were here. Maybe I should come over to your casino...just to beat your ass ofcourse. It's not like I enjoy being around you. Nope, not me."
The man chuckled at your absurdity for a moment, then replied. "...I'll have the trons waiting for you in the lobby, but please do try your best not to harm me too much. I do have a meeting in the morning." Robert answered, his normal sarcasm leaking back into his tone. He heard you sigh dramatically before replying, though he knew you weren't truly upset. "Fiiiine..." Your grumpy facade was broken by the giggle that escaped you when you got up to snatch your robe. You didn't intend on getting changed, it wouldn't matter much in a few minutes anyway. You did want to put on a little perfume though, and maybe some earrings. Hm, but maybe leave the knife at home?
"See you soon~" You purred right before abruptly hanging up, leaving him hanging. And on Robert's end? He slumped down in his seat and hid his face within his palms.
(I fear Eddie's "Darling!" nonsense would absolutely make me run to him instead of away from him, but I'm stubborn. So, I decided to write this little thing. I hope y'all enjoy! I'm so sorry if I accidentally mischaracterized him.)
You ran through the halls and scampered through the random rooms, letting out small yelps. This was terrifying! Why was the man chasing you so fast?! You thought you finally found a place to rest for a few after ducking into a room. You attempted to catch your breath and went to open the next door, but were stopped by a force on the other side of door holding the knob. You were then startled by two hands slamming themselves against the glass window pane on the door. "Darling!" Eddie purred, tilting his head as he looked at you through the window. His gaze was so very fond, even through your night vision camera. It was...unsettling. Why was he looking at you like he could eat you for lunch?
Wait...did he just call you darling? You were dumb enough to pause at the term of endearment in that moment, clinging to the smallest bit of affection. It disarmed you. The door then burst open, and you exclaimed a string of cuss words as you took off. (I know he finds another way inside in the actual game, but let me have this.) You should have turned and started running sooner. You were now mentally berating yourself for not doing so. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! "You don't need to run from me. I only want to love you..." Eddie announced from behind you as he chased you through the room. He hopped a table as you ran past one...and happened to hit your hip against it as you flew past and momentarily stumbled, letting out a pained hiss. "Ah-! Shit!" You yelled, clutching your side. Goddamit! That fucking hurt!
In those few seconds you paused, Eddie had somehow caught up to you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and set his palms against your hips. "Oh no! Are you okay, my darling?" Eddie asked, hooking his chin over your shoulder. You felt his hands dig into your hips a little. "Oh...might I say you have lovely hips? They're quite nice. Good for birthing children." All the while, you were panicking and squirming in his arms. You were terrified of what was going to happen to you, even if you had no idea yet. "Please, my darling, calm down. I won't hurt you...not much, at least." When you started crying and begging for you life, he frowned. "Oh, no, no, no, darling. I think you misunderstood me...I won't kill you." He might eventually, but you didn't need to know that. "No crying. I'm going to make you better..."
You were normally far more put together mentally, or at least better at disassociating so you felt nothing, but today has been so long and you just started breaking down. You've come too far just to die to a man who's been chasing you for hours and caught you off guard with his affections cuz no one has shown you any type of kindness in weeks. Probably months. It wasn't fair! You felt embarrassed and stupid for even crying right now, and in front of him no less. You huffed and covered your face with your palms, sobbing as Eddie held you. "Shh, shh...it's okay. Your beloved won't kill you." Eddie assured you as you had your little episode. All this running around and crying, combined with your adrenaline wearing off, began to make your whole body feel heavy and your mind felt hazy.
You tried to fight your incoming drowsiness, but the man holding you was so warm...and when you briefly leaned into him to steady your shaky legs; he made a happy little hum deep in his throat that was way too cute. How dare he?! You glanced up at him, tilting your head back to give him an indignant glare. Eddie only grinned and gently wiped your tears away with the hand not cupping your injured hip. "Oh, darling...there you are. You are so, so positively beautiful..." He murmured to you. Damn, he had a nice voice...wait-ugh, NO! You would not get distracted right now! This man was literally clinically insane. "Lemme go..." You demanded weakly, trying to shimmy out of his grip.
Eddie chuckled and shook his head, then allowed himself to nuzzle into your neck. His arms tightened around your middle, refusing to let you go anywhere. "Oho, darling...I can't just let you go. Not now, or ever, really." You shook your head, a faint frown tugging at your lips. "Please-...let me go..." You begged, your exhaustion weighing down your movements. He lifted his head and smiled at you, then began collecting and lifting you in his arms. Bridal style, of course! Only the best for you, his future bride. "Awe, what lovely manners, but no. I'm sorry, my darling. Now come along, would you? You look like you could use a nap!" You set your hands on his chest- damn, nice tits- and attempted to push yourself away from him with your leverage against him.
...it didn't work. Obviously it didn't work. This man was too strong. "M'fine! I don't need rest, I need you...to put me down." You protested, still trying to gain your freedom. "No, you don't. All you need is me, and some good rest. Oh, would you like me to hold you while you sleep as well, darling? I think that would be lovely. Sleeping intertwined together...so romantic~!" He was rambling now. "Ah, just imagine it. You, your lovely body, pressed against mine. Wouldn't you like that, dear? You seem so drained and tired. Oh, you poor thing. You're so lucky I found you before those other sick sadistic sluts. I'll protect you..." Yap yap yap yap yap! He was boring you to sleep...literally. Your eyes fell shut against your will as the big spooky man carried you down the hall.
Once he finally realized you were asleep and quieted down, he sighed, though he hardly minded you dozing off on him. He was honored that you even fell asleep in his arms to begin with, especially after putting up such a fight. He knew you'd relent eventually though, and so he remained patient. And it's paid off now that he has his sweet, you, cradled in his arms. Oh, how he adored you already...
(So sorry I haven't posted in a while! I've been super busy with crap lately. I've also been lacking inspiration to write lately. Tech has really been taking it out of me lately.)
The previous argument and harsh words exchanged by you and your closest friend, a damn robot, played back in your mind as you stared down at the glass of alcohol in your hand. You frowned, tapping your nails against the glass. Soft tinks echoed quietly through the mostly desolate bar. You really didn't want to think about it, and you thought maybe a few drinks would help you forget for a while. But nope!
With a heavy sigh, you slumped down onto the bar counter. Your cheek rested against the cool tile, sending a soft chill down your back. You and your bossy robot, Yes Man, had a small trist earlier today. Well...not quite small. It had gotten rather explosive rather quickly. Perhaps over reaction from both parties, but with Yes Man's new assertiveness upgrade, you two have had more disagreements.
As is the nature of such an upgrade, you supposed. You still really liked being around him though! There was just a bit of tension between you two, and it overwhelmed if you thought about it too much. You were just...always so worried he'd leave you like everyone else has. No one came looking for you when Benny put a bullet in your skull except for a damn cowboy securitron sent by a man who only wanted to use you for his own gain.
You were glad you took a damn crowbar to Mr. House's shriveled up body. Fuck ass old man. (I love him) But that, combined with the brain damage you suffered from that cursed bullet....it rattled your mind a little. You were more anxious, less focused, needed more reassurance, and acted impulsively more than you would've liked. You groaned, burying your face in your arm. The rusty metal of your stolen arm guard was solid beneath where your forehead was resting. Perhaps the only solid- stable- thing in your life...
You hummed as you lifted your head again, feeling a little dizzy. Finally. The alcohol was setting in...perfect. Everything was a bit of a blur from there. You didn't remember drinking so much afterwards. You didn't remember leaving the bar. And you especially didn't remember returning to The Lucky 38. You giggled as you stumbled into the building. A securitron rolled over, prepared to support you if you took a tumble. "Good evening-" It greeted.
You cut the thing off. "Shussssh! Th-the...dogs are sleeping...~" What dogs? You didn't know. You just giggled, damn near falling over as you did so. You ended up having to lean against the robot beside you until you steadied yourself. Once stable, you stood up straight and patted its head...or whatever counter as its head. "You're a gooood man. A handsome man~" You snickered and gave the securitron a playful salute. "Thank you f-for your service..." And with that, you crossed the room to the elevator. You jammed the button for the top floor, the penthouse, only having one thing in mind...or rather only one person.
A ding announced your arrival, but it appeared no one was there to see or hear it. You stepped out on the balcony and move over to the railing, dramatically leaning against it as you looked down at the monitor. No sign of your beloved securitron...the screen displayed that familiar [Signal Lost] message. You felt a pang of anxiety, of doubt. He'd be back, right? Right...? He wouldn't leave you, would he? No, no, no. He's stuck in the mainframe. The bots wouldn't work if they weren't connected to the signal. He couldn't go anywhere...at least not far. He couldn't leave Vegas.
"Yes Man...?" You called out, walking on unsteady legs to the top of one of the two staircases leading to the control panel down on the level below. When the screen flickered back to life, the relief you felt was immeasurable. He's here! He's still here...you knew he wouldn't go anywhere. You were ecstatic and quite happy to see him. "Yes Man!" You exclaimed. You soon felt your previous easy, drunken smile returning.
In your excitement, you rushed down the stairs to his screen. You, miraculously, didn't roll an ankle or die. Once you finally reached him, you crawled onto the long desk beneath the array of the screens and monitors to be closer to him. "Yessie~! Hello, baby!" His little animated expression showed him with furrowed brows and a faint frown that nearly copied yours from earlier at the bar. He raised an eyebrow at you, trying to understand this sudden drastic swap in behavior. For someone who called him excruciatingly clingy and overbearing just hours earlier, and even told him off because of it, you were being awfully clingy yourself.
"Courier. While I'm glad to see you're alright after such-" He searched for the right word for a few moments. "-intoxication..., I believe there are still matters to discuss." Yes Man found himself trailing off as you set your palm against his green tinged screen and sighed deeply. You took his sigh as a good thing, and your grin grew a little wider. You chuckled and tapped your hand against the monitor, some random rhythm. You were clearly too drunk to listen to any rational things Yes Man had to say. And that was further proven by your next words.
"Hmm...you're so...agh. Y'know? Agh? Like, agh as in; you're so hot, I'm gonna eat drywall. Like...y-yeah! That! Heh, sexy robot...such a sexy robot. It's n-not fair, y'know?" You leaned your head against him now. "I sound so silly. Hehe...~" You were just rambling, slurring together whatever thoughts came to mind. Yes Man was VERY caught off guard by your...display of affection. What in the world were you going on about? Him? Sexy? Securitrons weren't built to be-...well, Mr. House did have an odd relationship with one of his securitrons...Yes Man simply kept quiet for once. He was searching his data bases for any possible way to understand why you were drunkenly flirting with him now.
"Yessie? B-babes?" He hummed- or at least made whatever type of sound he could resembling a hum- letting you know you had his attention. "M'sorry..." You admitted softly, catching the bot off guard. You felt sorry for the argument earlier. Sorry for storming off to go drink away your anger. Sorry for calling him clingy when it was one of your favorite things about him. And sorry for assuming he would leave you, even if you never voiced your worries about it to him directly. You felt guilty for thinking he cared about you so little when you were clearly his whole world. Or at least a decent portion of it.
You sighed and lifted your gaze, looking up at his big eyes. You noticed the minute change in the animation displayed and smiled. You knew he wasn't mad at you anymore, but he was still a little grumpy...judging by the static emitting from his speakers. His version of grumbling under his breath. So, what did your drunken mind think to do in a last ditch attempt to cheer him up? Well...you leaned forward a little and kissed the monitor. His monitor! He was quite caught off guard by the gesture, and it showed on his expression. His eyes were now wide, and a little digitized blush decorated his cheeks. You grinned, feeling quite proud of yourself.
You sat there expectantly and Yes Man eventually found his words. "I-...I forgive you." Smooth. "Uuh...I suppose we both overreacted a little?" You nodded wordlessly and kissed his screen again. The digital blush increased. You laughed and began to shower his screen in smooches. He glitched out a little for a second, then came to in a fit of laughter. Good, he was feeling better. "Courier! I think that's quite enough!"
"Nu-uh!" You giggled, "No such thing as enough kisses!" You objected, your words still slurring from your earlier alcohol consumption. "More kisses!" You exclaimed as you rose to stand atop the desk so you could reach more of his screen, placing your hands against the monitor for support as you continued your barrage of affection. "Be careful, courier." Yes Man warned, not wanting you to fall. You ignored his warning, doubting you'd topple over. Besides, you had other things to focus on at the moment. You had to make it up to your favorite robot.
Yes Man's laughter and your's filled the room as you smothered him with your drunken kisses...
(I've been in such a crappy flare up lately, so excuse the self indulgent Bobby fic, but a girl's gotta comfort herself somehow. Loll. Not proofread and kinda stupid. I hope y'all enjoy anyway!
You and Bobby had been sent together for a business trip by Robert in Washington. He'd handle things in Vegas so you and Bobby could handle business elsewhere. You were his assistant, so it was expected you'd be going with him like always. And you were! You liked going on these little trips with him. It was fun to complain about everyone while drinking together in the hotel room and enjoying whatever food you grabbed from nearby restaurants. You think you two would be more...social? Nah, you're already wasting enough energy socializing at these meetings and events.
You two would go explore the city though sometimes if neither of you could sleep. Bobby caught you alone outside once and disapproved heavily...so now you weren't allowed out without him even though nothing happened.
And you two have both shared beds and slept in separate ones. Neither of you minded sleeping together since you were just so damn comfortable with one another. You have been working together for nearly ten years after all. Sometimes during the night, you two would end up intertwined or leaning against one another, but never full out cuddling. Not yet...
You two arrived at the hotel at some time in the afternoon, settled in, and got dressed for the stupid meeting you two had to go to. You matched subtle details of your outfit to the color of Bobby's tie, as always. You both actually did that often, usually without even realizing it. Nothing too bold or tacky, but rather something subtle and elegant. As for the meeting...it was long and uneventful. Very boring too. You had to keep yourself from yawning several times, still jet lagged from the plane ride over.
Bobby noticed your lingering drowsiness and kept you present by holding your hand beneath the table or resting his palm against your thigh while you took notes. You two kept communicating in silent glances and subtle morse code, whether that be through tapping each other's hands beneath the table or clicking/tapping your pens at each other. No one else in the room noticed of course, you two have learned to be very discreet over the years, but it got you two through that deluge of useless information.
Once you two finally returned to the hotel room, you realized there was only one bed. Alright, no issue, you two could sleep together. There weren't many pillows though and well...you often had to sleep hugging things. It was a comfort thing since sleeping on your sides occasionally messes with the joint of your shoulder...but you're a side sleeper. It'll probably be fine! Right...?
Wrong. Once you two got changed into pajamas and wound down and laid down for the night, after watching TV and just chatting, you found yourself shifting and moving every few moments trying to get comfortable. Ugh, you'd be tossing and turning all night at this rate. Bobby was exhausted, and he could easily block out your squirming and fall asleep if he wanted to, but he was still worried for you...hence why he was still awake. Barely.
You were currently laying on your right, your back to Bobby. You were uncomfortably tense, trying to find a better position. Damn your joints for constantly overextending. You felt an arm over your waist, Bobby guiding you to face him. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" He asked, his deep, soothing voice cutting through your internal distress.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I've been keeping you awake, haven't I-...?" He gently silenced you, setting his hand over your mouth. You saw his gaze soften and knew he wasn't upset...then again, he seldom had issues with you. "My concern for you has, not yourself." He assured, letting his hand fall from your mouth. "What's bothering you? Is it something I can fix? I can sleep on the couch if you'd like more room." Oh, he's so sweet...you smiled at his attentiveness. No, he couldn't fix your hypermobility, but it was nice he cared. "Well, no...not really. Uhm, I'm a side sleeper, but I usually sleep while hugging something since my shoulders and arms have a habit of over extending or getting cramped up." You explained.
Bobby nodded, suddenly understanding what had been bothering you. Of course it was your body...it seemed like your immune system and your own limbs were your worst enemies some days. "I've noticed." "You have?" You inquired, genuinely surprised. Though perhaps you shouldn't be...he noticed everything. So did House...it was kind of unsettling at times. Like how he guessed the exact day you'd get your period once, and it was on a past business trip...so he packed pads for you. Honestly a life saver because you hadn't thought to do so yourself.
"Mhm...elbows shouldn't bend like that, dear." He said, gently correcting your current range of motion so your arm wouldn't be straining itself anymore. You sighed, not even realizing your arm had been doing that. "Do you want to use a pillow?" He asked, offering a solution. You frowned and shook your head. "I mean, that's what I usually do...but I already have these pillows set up like this for a reason, since if I move them the rest of my body will hurt from a lack of support." You explained.
He nodded once more, racking his brain for anything he could do to help. He hated seeing you in pain. "Would you like to use one of my pillows?" He tried again. "No, I don't want you to be uncomfortable too. That's very kind of you though." You replied, shifting to lay on your back...which cracked as you did so. You saw the look on Bobby's face and chuckled. "I'm okay." You promised, "My joints just crack often..." He didn't believe you at all, and rightfully so. He saw the way you cringed at the way your bones cracked and settled.
He nodded skeptically, then propped himself up on his elbow as he simply thought for a few moments. He soon laid back down, shifting to be totally on his side so he could face you, and met your gaze. "C'mere." He said, his words slurring due to sleepiness. You raised an eyebrow at that, wondering what he was planning. "What?" "Come here." The man repeated, slightly more awake now.
And when you did, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. He then carefully adjusted your body, not wanting to hurt you. Your leg rested over his hip, since he noticed you typically slept with one leg bent and extended like that. He further maneuvered you and let you adjust yourself until you were comfortable against him...and thanks to the way he was holding you, most of your body was supported, and you were far too tired to think about how odd it was to be cuddling with your coworker right now. Besides, you two have gotten very close to snuggling before. Might as well finally do it, right?
"Is this alright?" Bobby asked quietly against your shoulder. You hummed in response, confirming it was indeed alright. "Mhm." You felt cozy and lazy, and being wrapped up in the arms of a man who made you feel safe was quite enjoyable. You practically melted as he rubbed your back, soothing away any tenseness stored away in your muscles. It wasn't long before you were dozing off.
Bobby stayed awake a little longer, though his body was fighting him, but he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. He finally joined you in sleep...the warmth and tiredness practically seeping off you quite infectious.
You stand before Mr. House's monitor, grinning up at his stationary expression. He was about to ask what you were looking so devious for until you spoke. "Clanker."
His green tinged screen flickered, then steadied. He was clearly a little caught off guard. "Excuse me?" He asked, unsure whether to smite you or laugh.
"Clanker. You fuck robots." You explained, "Jane told me. You whore." You were just messing around, having fun mocking the man.
House didn't exactly appreciate being called a whore, so he flipped the script. "I see...but you've 'fucked me', as you so crudely put it. Would that not make you a 'clanker' as well?"
Your face flushed in embarrassment. "Robert-!" You exclaimed, suddenly scandalized.
