Hi! can i request “I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” for crawford??
This was the sweetest request @henerals, I’m so soft on Crawford 😭 Thank you for sending it in, I’m sorry it took a little while!
“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror” with Crawford Tillinghast
Going out with this man is like you won a surprise lottery
It’s not easy to get this man to initiate however, please be patient with him
After dropping hints around the lab for months you were wondering if he’d ever ask you out
It isn’t until a particularly stressful day of work, as you’re reaching for your coats and heading towards the door he asks if you’re going straight home
He’ll most likely take you to dinner and a movie
Hold his hand as you’re walking to the theater or lean on his shoulder during the movie, he’ll flush pink and smile softly at you
He’s a little anxious at dinner but once conversation begins to flow becomes more at ease
He asks you detailed questions on your life or field of study and listens avidly, return the favor and watch him perk up and babble excitedly about his scientific theories
Praise this man in some way shape or form, he’ll be humble to the finish, but it’s something he needs to hear
Raise his self confidence and general happiness
People around you would note how happy you look and how he can’t seem to take his eyes off you.
(You hear a girl nearby coo at you both and wish loudly that her boyfriend would look at her like that, causing Crawford’s ears to turn pink)
“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.” he says after a few minutes of comfortable silence
The bashful smile that appears on your face is his reward, and you tell him just how sweet he is
Please cherish this man and don’t let him go, he’s forever material.
He’ll end up walking you home after the night is through, and you wish the night could go on forever
He’s the perfect gentleman bringing you to your porch before awkwardly bidding you goodnight
If you end up unable to ignore the urge to kiss him and pull him close to you, that’s between you and him
“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” wtih....Crawford? Or really any of the characters.
AAAAAA THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” with Crawford
This man is flushing a light pink and is pretty enamored that you are wearing his standard gray sweater around the lab
(If you’re ever able to find this sweater off of the man long enough to put it on yourself that is)
That boy is trying SO hard to focus on the task he’s working on, but his eyes can’t help but move to you
If he catches you subtly smelling the cologne in the collar his breath will hitch and he’ll begin to babble about the project to refocus his mind
Remark how wonderfully he smells, he’ll snap his pencil clean in half
Crawford really seems to think through his words carefully, it’s probably very easy to mistake his quiet fidgeting as discomfort
He’s not so much shy as soft spoken, he really seems to mull over everything logically before making a comment, and it’s just as true in this scenario
He certainly looks adorable with the blush creeping up his neck and giving himself more than one papercut fidgeting with the stack of papers he’s working on
It’s hard for him to complain when you’re smiling softly and thumbing the sleeves with your fingers as you scan through lines of code
If you do start to worry about it and try and offer it back, he quickly tells you it’s okay and you’re more than welcome to it if you ever want it
(And if in the days to come he quietly leaves a sweater of his on the chair next to you, asking if you’re feeling cold at all, please play along he’s trying his best here)
He’s not slick
If he gathers enough confidence to do it, or let’s his guard down enough to let it slip, he’ll end up mumbling about how beautiful you look
His eyes are the size of dinner plates afterwards, but the smile it brings to your face makes his heart skip a beat
It may take a while and a lot of pining, but give him patience
He will find ways to make it clear just how much he cares
Multiple clone Weyoun x reader requested by @someone-reanimated, thank you for being my first request and inspiring me to write for the first time in years. I hope you like this!
This ended up a little darker than I anticipated, so my apologies for that. I’m out of practice with writing so this was a good exercise for me!
Warnings: sex, non-con (coercion on Weyoun 7s behalf), open ending, exhibitionism
Meeting Weyoun 6 was most likely the most important meeting of your life and also the most stressful.
Living on an outpost away from the action of the war was a blessing to you, able to keep up a life of your own and avoiding bloodshed.
While it could get rather lonely, it was a comfortable lifestyle. The various news sources flooded you with information about the war, tales of the most powerful forces making through the quadrant, and each day you counted your blessings that you had safety in your solitary home.
As far as you knew from the little that made it to you, was that Weyoun was sly, devious and also the most powerful vorta in the Dominion. Lies dripped from his tongue as he shook hands, pleased by the new possible relations between another world and the Dominion, while also taking note of every flaw he he can see, just as insurance.
It isn’t until one night a freshly defective vorta brought his shuttle down not far from you that your view changed.
Weyoun considered it an amazing stroke of luck when he stumbled upon the remote planet with a strong electromagnetic field convenient for disguising a warp signature, and quickly began to descend.
When he came across a building hidden by trees he quickly made his way over, only to realize the home was occupied.
After a very negative reaction to finding him crouched in your kitchen (and an unfortunate moment involving you threatening him with a pan that was nearby), you heard his story and began to wonder how much of the articles you had been reading were really true, and maybe the Vorta weren’t the evil force they were made out to be, but a victim of a larger system.
You could never forget how he shook and trembled as he fought to explain himself and begged for shelter for the night, only the night. You quickly saw the blood that began to run down his arm and firmly told him to remove any weapons and don’t try anything stupid.
After patching up his wounds and letting him speak his peace, you began to feel hurt on his behalf and wished he could stay and keep you company in the life you led. Quickly cooking up something for him to eat and sitting and letting conversation run between you only softened your resolve more so.
He was gentle and sweet, and ever gracious of the kindness and mercy you showed him. You knew if he truly was on our side he could change the entire outcome of the war, and it was frightening to become so closely involved with someone so important in the life you were currently leading. You didn’t want to get dragged into the conflict unless you had to.
You set him up for the night with some spare blankets and let him know if he needed to stay longer he was welcome to, and set off towards your room for the night.
He was there for a few nights before you couldn’t resist any longer, leaving sweet kisses on his lips and hearing his soft gasps and breaths on your face, before finally setting down on his lap and letting your arms fall over his shoulders.
Not too much later you ended up naked together, the sound of whimpers and gasps rang through the house as you rode him, letting his hands claw at your hips and lower back, his face flushed a delicate lavender. Unable to keep from being vocal, broken words flooded out of his mouth; compliments, curses, callings to the founders.
Being known for having exceptional hearing, had Weyoun not been occupied he definitely would have heard the sound of a ship in the distance or the creaking of the floor outside as someone approached, ready to apprehend him.
It wasn’t until you heard the sound of laughter that the both of you snapped your heads up and saw you were no longer alone, a mirror double of the person beneath you with a phaser casually cupped in his hand. He quickly turned and ordered his Jem’Hadar soldiers back to the ship and await further instructions.
The Weyoun beneath you snarls at the sight, attempting to remove himself from you before getting an eyeful of the phaser.
The double remarks that it’s a very interesting sight to see for a species that’s not meant to procreate at all, and can’t deny a liking for the image. He then welcomes you to continue what you’re doing with an odd expression on his face.
After a few moments of stunned silence from you he draws closer, letting his fingers through your hair and reminding his predecessor that if he had any hopes of restoring any respect from his gods he wouldn’t be actively seeking something his gods didn’t wish him having.
You whipped your face around, furious, only for him to grip the roots of your hair and tug firmly, making eye contact.
Smirking at the noise that provoked he began moving his hands to your hips and encourages you along, causing breathy noises to escape you without your control. He comes up close behind your back and loudly laments that his predecessor is not content simply to witness such acts as he is inclined to do. He reminds him that he is already a failed Vorta by being a live one, and lets his finger tips slide to the slit below where you are sat and hears the garbled moan that ensues, and a shifting of his angle that sends pleasure shooting up your spine.
You can’t help but start to get louder as the Weyoun below you grunts and starts to thrust up. You feel your hair get pulled up again and a voice whispers in you ear, saying he wouldn’t mind being in such a position with such a lovely person before pressing hot kisses down the back of your neck. Before you even realize it you’re reaching back to grasp at his trousers when he rears back and reminds you that he is not a traitor to the Dominion and to his gods like his prior clone is.
You can hear the difference in his breathing and feel the pace increase and become more desperate beneath you as his words seem to sink in, and it’s not long until your legs are shaking and you’re crying out, humiliated and yet still too far gone to care.
The thrusting begins to increase again until he suddenly stills, pressing his face into your chest and whimpering loudly as he releases.
Clinging and gasping together you’re quickly rewarded by being lifted and allowed off to the side to collect yourself. He thanks you for what he just witnessed before his eyes seem to grow colder. His grip grows firmer on his phaser in his hands, and points it directly at six.
You quickly let your eyes wander around you for a possible way out of this where you both survive.
You didn’t know how exactly to do it, but you were determined.
You were going to get this man safely to the Federation if it killed you.
I’m really sorry for the wait, I wanted to make this a lot more than it ended up as and I hope it’s okay! I appreciate you bearing with me! I did what I could!
Herbert West, Crawford Tillinghast and Milton Dammers with a transmasc, Panromantic Demisexual genderfluid partner
Herbert:
Herbert West is the last person in the world to be concerned with this, he’s definitely not straight (or honestly cis to my mind) so he’s not going to bat an eyelash, other than to maybe ask if you’re interested in T or anything he can help with surgically.
He’s more than comfortable with the demisexuality as well, I completely headcanon him this way romantically and sexually.
He’s also pretty decent with pronouns too, if they fluctuate, he cares more if work gets done than anything else if I’m honest, he’ll correct himself before asking you yet again for the instrument he needs
It’s hard for him to form attachments in general, it’s going to take some work to get there, but once you do you’re stuck with him forever. You’re his lab partner for life.
Crawford:
This boy is not the type to judge or jump to conclusions on anything, (and if he’s straight either is honestly up in the air, as a bi person myself the alarm in my head is going off)
He’s quick to ask about pronouns and takes note of them, also what you’re comfortable wearing and being surrounded by, and is really proud of you for who you are
This man is also more than happy to take things slow before reaching any kind of sexual relationship, it’s a relief to him honestly
He’s subtly romantic and kind, and will take special care to make sure you’re happy and content.
Milton:
This is a very hurt and damaged man, and if you manage to get close to him, he’s not gonna let go
He’s suffered a lot of abuse, and having someone near him is so healing to his psyche and he couldn’t be happier
Having a transmasc s/o is perfect for him (since low key, I also can imagine him being trans masc as well)
He’s gonna defend you and care for you to the last, defend him in return, a mutual support system would be good for both of you
Watch anyone misgender you and watch him go off, he’s your s/o and also an FBI agent with some power and will not let anyone forget that
Thank you @hrbertwest for the request, it’s really appreciated! I hope you enjoy this! It’s also the first thing written for this character ever, so I hope I did him justice! I apologize that it’s headcanons and not a fic, I hope it’s okay!
Dale Sterling has been divorced for quite some time and spends more time working than he does at home, not to mention in their small town everyone already knowing everyone else makes the dating pool very limited
He is a little lonely, but is very proud of the work he does, and the downfall of most of his relationships is his focus on work and little else
This begins to become difficult when a new client comes in with their new pet for their first shots, and he starts feeling the way he had decades earlier again
Over the course of a few months, he gets to know them and their pet. It’s a blessing in disguise your pet gets into so much mischief, it means he gets to see you more often.
He’s quite a good vet but that doesn’t mean he won’t be extra thorough in a checkup so that he can ask you about things and properly introduce himself. He comes across as smart and logical to the finish, and you’re almost confused by his interest in you. He’s nothing if not persistent.
(He’s very gentle with the animals you find, he also keeps pictures of all his patients on his walls and knows them all by name, your pet is no exception)
This is not a flirtatious man in the usual sense. This man flirts by discussing work, subtle brags (99th percentile in the MCATs indeed) and when you begin to speak it’s hard not to be rattled by his focus directly on you
He always seems to be focused intently an everything around him, and his eyes can burn through you, and he asks such detailed questions and laughs at your attempted jokes when you make them
When he asks you to dinner out of the blue while getting ready to do an x-ray to look up on a broken bone, you can’t help but say yes
If you’re patient with him and remember that while he might spend more than enough time at work, he’s happy with you and will be with you when you need him most
