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slashingdisneypasta · 1 month ago

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Stuart Lloyd x Reader || Drabble

Plot: At the end of your third date, Stuart still hasn't made a move. Not even kissed you. And you've been polite, and waited, because he seems the sort to enjoy feeling as if he's in charge despite the awkwardness and the obliviousness- but you have HAD IT! He is driving you crazy. You're takin the reigns.

Warnings: Nothing really. Gently suggested age difference.

This man is killing you. Killing you! Ugh.

Does he even notice how heavily you have been laying it on all night?? Does- does he even know this is a date!?

Surely. S u r e l y, he does. He's not a dumb person; he's a very smart person actually. Thats one of the things you like about him!

But... then... why... is he torturing you!?!?

You're a nice person! You always round up for charity, you always buy the tote bags, and you n e v e r complain when your food is wrong! You don't deserve this! For goodness sake!

And yet here you are at the end of a date sitting next to Stuart on his couch kindly listening to the cute man waffle on and 'teach you' about video editing and all the little gadgets on the tool bar that you could really not possibly care less about- whilst still wearing your pants. For petes sake, you put on the expensive spray, tonight.

... Did your eye just twitch?-

Ugh! Fine! Enough! You give in!- You will make the move. You tried to be submissive and wait for him, but the man has lost that privilege for now. Maybe later he can earn it back, but for right now? You're taking the lead.

When Y/N releases a sigh at my shoulder and it catches my attention, spurring me to look away from my laptop and raise my brows at them. All night its been a struggle not to stare, which is why I suggested showing the editing software they seemed interested in at dinner, and I try to focus on their face now, too. ... But its difficult- "Was- was that too complicated? I can explain differently- "

"No, no, thats okay. I got it." They smile; sugary sweet. "But, um- Okay look," They lay their hands on my shoulders, ensuring I remain facing them. The smile turns small and gentle. "Listen," A huff slips out of them, a determined look in their eyes now. "Are you attracted to me, or not?"

"Oh- uhm- I am." Where is this going?? Of course I-

"... you wanna kiss me?"

"... yes, but- "

Abruptly the small and gentle smile turns into a bemused, frustrated grimace. Still adorable, but- "Then what have you been waiting for, old man??"

... I cant take my eyes off Y/N, now. "Wh- what??" A chuckle escapes me, shocked at her sudden boldness. 'Old man', pft. They seem to like this 'old man', plenty. 3 dates worth, in fact. "I was getting to that- "

Another sigh slips out of them, halfway wistful and halfway exasperated with me. "You're taking too long. Kiss me."

Kiss me. Thats new; No ones ever begged me to kiss them, before. Especially not someone so... pretty. Its an interesting, feeling. I like it. A crooked grin wriggles across my face looking at them. "... say that again? I didn't quite hear- "

Before I can hear it again, though, one of Y/N's hands slips around the back of my neck and they kiss me. Clearly, to shut me up.

... I don't mind.

#FINALLY. WROTE. SOMETHING. PROPER. FOR STUART.#jesus that took a long time.#goodnight.#Stuart Lloyd x Reader #Stuart Lloyd x Reader Drabble #Stuart Lloyd #Drabble

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years ago

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Stuart Lloyd x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You slip out of a movie with a guy-friend of yours when he makes a move, just to get some air and maybe convince yourself you're overreacting and his hand wasn't creeping towards yours in the dark... when you run into a nice man that works at the theatre and your night is saved.

This is set before the events of the movie. He's still a projectionist.

Warnings: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I don't think much, except age difference?? Kinda heavy for those of us who have been in this situation before (Sans the Stuart element). 'Girlfriend-zone'ing! Mostly its fluff though ^^

A lil bit of fluff for me before I sew up my pants for the sixtieth time. 🙄 Also- bit of a threatening picture, but it's all I got, so sorry! Haha XD

You try to focus on the movie (One you picked for having lots of violence, and no romantic aspect at all- hopefully.), but you're distracted by the man, beside you.

Derek, your lovely, awkward friend of a couple months now is the man sat beside you. And you like him a lot, so you were looking forward to this movie, really! But since you met with him in the shopping centres food court, he's been acting... weirdly. And you dread why. You honestly dread, it. Because if you're right, about the reason he's been so extra quiet tonight and why he's been wanting to pay for all your snacks, and your ticket- and why his arm is moving ever so steadily into your space? If you're right about all that... its going to be horrible. And Derek is great! Its been nice, branching out from your typical group of friends with him, and the thought that that may be in genuine peril, is totally side tracking you from what you think may actually be a pretty fun movie!

Your hearts beating out of your chest as Derek's bare arm brushes against yours, and your eyes flicker down to see his fingers stretch... preparing to engulf your own... when you panic.

You totally, and not-at-all gracefully... panic.

"Um!- " The sound comes out as more of a hiss, because you need to be quiet due to the cinema or because of your shock at the impending hand-hold you don't know and you don't have time to worry about it, either. Your friends eyes snap to yours and his arm disappears back into his lap like he was burnt as soon as you made it, and you give him an awkward smile. "Sorry," You whisper, so as to not bother the other movie-goers. Derek looks like a deer in headlights. "I have to go to the toilet- catch me up when I get back?"

Immediately, you watch the terror in his eyes dissipate a little bit. "Oh, uh, sure." He sets his hands on the armrests on either side of his chair, as if to push himself out of it and your eyes widen. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Stomach lurching at the idea, you silently shake your head- forcing a kinder smile. "No, I'll be good, you enjoy the movie. I wont be long." You tell him quietly, earnestly, before sneaking out of your seat and up the stairs between seats, not taking a real breath until you reach the top and slip behind a wall that Derek cant see you through anymore. It comes out long, and relieved, but it does little to calm your nerves. You're still panicking a little, heart absolutely pounding in your chest, but after a moment you force yourself away from that wall and out into the deserted hallway.

Its silent out here, save for the murmurs of different movies coming from the various doorways you pass down the hall. You totally intend to actually go to the bathroom, like you told Derek; To, you know, wash your face, brush your hair, fix your make-up- just, generally, pull yourself together and calm the hell down. But when you get there and see the seat waiting outside it, you cant resist and instead sit down.

Leaning your elbows on your knees, you hide your face in your hands. Its hot, but not in a blushy-excited-'on-a-date' way.

More like in an anxious-nauseous-stomach ulcer type of way.

A few more moments pass, and you've managed to calm down the racing of your poor heart and cool yourself down again, but are still nowhere close to being okay with going back in there to your seat in the dark next to lovely, awkward, starry-eyed Derek - god, the more you think about it, he could, very well, have feelings for you, - when a staff member walks into the empty hallway. You don't think much of it, except that you should probably get going now if you don't want him thinking of weird reasons why you're out here when clearly you should be in a movie- people only leave a movie for disasters, and the toilet. And you're not on the pot.

He seems to ignore you for a moment... but then a moment turns into 5 and he's back from walking down the hall from something and you're still there, looking glued to the seat and all dressed up and that's not at all a comforting combination.

In your mind, you're telling yourself to move. To go back. Get up off this seat and return to your friend. But no matter how stern you are with yourself, every time you gather the strength to try- you chicken out. Its like your body itself is against going back, as it spontaneously loses all feeling when you try to push yourself up. Then gets all better when you relax again.

Typical.

You're still engaged in a very passionate pep talk with your inner self when a man's voice breaks you out of it. It startles you, actually, as the hall was so quiet before. Your head snaps up to the bespectacled staff member, eyes blown unintentionally wide. "Sorry, miss, to intrude but, uh, you seem... a bit... distressed."

His voice is the first thing you really take notice of about him, it being quite croaky and carrying a definite American accent. Then you recognise the rest of him as an older man with declining white hair and nice eyes- and definitely, not, Derek. An aspect that instantly makes you feel much more comfortable then a second ago.

Not high standards, you know. But at least you're starting to regain body heat- yes, your face was hot before but the rest of you was cold. A fact you're only realising now, as you start to reach normal homeostasis again.

A gentle, toothless grin grows on your face for a moment. "Oh- I'm okay, thank you... " You make a show of glancing at his name badge and smile when you see he looks down, too, as if he doesn't realise what you're searching for for a moment. Nodding, you read the name off it. "- Stuart."

"Hmmm... " Seemingly not believing your words for a moment, a strike you're willing to forgive him for due to your not-at-all together-ness of the moment. You notice he's nervous - probably by nature, - , as he fiddles with his fingers as he talks, and makes weird eye contact. Like, when he's looking he's l o o k i n g, into your eyes. But then he looks away again and its like he cant bring himself to make eye contact at all. You've never been one to mind things like this- different people handle interaction differently. They have to. And that's fine. "Uh, would you like a free drink, then? I, um, work in the back, but... I can get you a drink, if you'd like." The offer surprises you, the kindness and forwardness of it despite your assurance that you were fine. Despite you being a perfect stranger, too.

"Um- " To your credit, you do consider letting him out of an offer like that, and returning to your - probably worried, - friend, but then you think about the fact that if you did say no thank you, then you would have to consider going back to Derek sooner... and that awkward situation... and you absolutely don't want to do that! "Yes please! Thank you!"

"A-alright." A gentle, only-just-barely-there smile flickers across Stuart's face, before he waives you toward the direction of the snack bar, and offers his hand to help you up. "This way, then."

"Oh," You're surprised by him helping you up, but pleasantly so and grin; Taking his hand to guide you up to your feet, before holding your hands behind your back as you walk beside him. You're still pretty unnerved yourself, by Derek. "I'm Y/N. Its nice to meet you!"

"Ah, yes. You too. Sorry, though, about- uh- I didn't ask... for your name... " Stuart doesn't look at you this time at all, focusing on the direction you two are headed, instead. But its all in his voice, anyway- he's truly flustered and feeling bad, so you lean forward a bit so he sees your assuring smile. He's pretty damn cute for a man old enough to be your father.. or worse.

"That's okay, I don't have my own name tag, so... cant blame ya."

A little smile plays at the corners of his mouth, as you lean back to your regular height. Running a hand through your hair as you look around at the halls - various popular film posters pinned to the walls under frames, like Jaws and Dracula and Toy Story and Ted Casablanca and Clueless, - , still a anxious from the close-call with Derek, and what might still happen.

At least, with Stuart here beside you instead and an excuse to not go back just yet, you feel safer.

"So!" You turn back to Stuart abruptly, and he looks back at your quickly- before remembering that eye contact is dangerous, and looking away again. You're walking towards the snack bench now, you can see it in your sights. "You said you work in the back- what kinda stuff do you do?"

"Ah, I'm the projectionist. I work with the various, uh, rolls of film that we have at this theatre, adjust the aspects so that your viewing is the best it can be, and just, generally... put on the show, I suppose."

He glances at you, and double takes. No one's ever looked at him like that before, after he talked about his job. Your eyes are wide, your head slightly tilted, body angled towards him as best it can be as you walk side-by-side... you're paying attention, to him. Listening. A little smile flickers across your face. "Oh- that sounds so interesting! Does this theatre still use old-fashioned film rolls and all like in Inglorious Bastards? Oh, I'd love to see that. Do you get to sit back and watch the movie from the projection room?"

It only takes Stuart a second, as he moves around the snack bench leaving you on the other side, to realise that not only are you not rolling your eyes at him or pretending to pay attention like other youths (And people his own age) have all his life, but are genuinely interested and are asking follow up questions, and promptly perk up. "Yes, I... I guess it can be, rather interesting... And, yes. I do. Though I'd much rather sit out in the audience with you, then peaking through the window I have-... " Suddenly realising that what he said was wrong or- could be misconstrued- and make you uncomfortable, Stuart suddenly goes blank in the face. Before his eyes flicker up wide eyed and nervous to yours again and presses his hands flat on the table. "I didn't mean... with you. No, no- Where you're sitting, is what I... what I meant... Uh... " Shit, he's just met someone who actually pays attention to him and now they think of him some kind of creep-

"Hey, don't worry." You giggle, shaking your head. "Seeing as how my evenings going, I'd prefer to be sitting in there with you, too." You joke, lightning the mood; Not realising at all the way Stuart looks at you kind of... changing, after those words (How eyes flicker down your body for split second and his body language changes slightly, becomes a different kind of stressed, an accepted one). You do realise your own thoughts though. You sure as hell would prefer to go to the movies with Stuart. You don't know him, obviously, but he's sweet and he's handsome. That's plenty for you, for first date, at least...

But you quickly shake thoughts like those away, metaphorically. You don't need to be making this sweet old man uncomfortable. For shame, Y/N.

Flashing another smile, you sit down on one of the bar stools and hook one leg over the other. "Anyway, you don't wanna hear about that, haha." The laugh comes out awkward and nervous, and your cheeks heat up. Luckily enough, he doesn't ask you to talk about what you meant by 'How' your 'evening is going', he just takes out a large cup and points to the various soda flavours available. You make a hmm, sound, scrunching up your nose in thought with a joking smile. "Um... (Favourite Soda Flavour here), please. Thank you."

"Good choice." He sets the cup down under the spout and presses the 'Large' button.

"Why thank you." You smirk, resting your forearms on the bench. Tilting your head to the side for a moment, wondering... you part your lips and take a deep breath. "Are you gonna get yourself one? I'd hate to drink in front of you- make me look like a pig, haha."

"I doubt that. But if that would make you feel better," Stuart pushes a lid onto the cup and hands you it, along with a straw - one of the good, plastic, curly ones, that you should have to pay for extra. But he just hands it to you, free. Then he picks himself out a cup and a soda. "I'll gladly oblige."

So that means he'll stay and keep talking to me, you think. And you aren't totally sure you're ready to admit that you don't want him around just as an excuse to stay out of that movie, anymore. Not even to yourself. So you push that thought of your head, tuck some hair back behind either ear, and cup your hands around your cup, asking; "So what's an aspect? I wanna know better what I was watching."

Stuart awkwardly crosses his arms and chews on the straw in his cup. "Of course, um, well its a bit boring I'm sure, uh, for you- and I don't want to keep you from your film- "

Oh- "I really don't mind." You say, absolutely certain. Then make your eyes gentler, a sweet smile on your lips. "And I'm sure its not boring! Come on, try me."

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