#dispatch roy

[theatricdawn]

Literally him lmao. Except he doesn't even have a MATTRESS

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Hi! Something for dispatch for you :) Roy/Royd x male reader who's shy / scared of him because of his size only for him to pick him up and carry him around

Gentle Giant (Royd x male!reader)

Warnings: critical levels of Royd being the best guy. plus: reader’s dilemma- is it gay panic or primal fear???? (Words: 1.1k)

(Author’s note: AUGH ROYD MY BELOVED. Tysm for requesting, I had a blast with this!!! as always, please do not repurpose, steal, or otherwise misuse my work in any way, including anything involving Al.)

MY MASTERLIST

It had been five weeks since you’d started at SDN.

You knew this, not because of the calendar hanging in your locker, but the timing of the people around you. Specifically, the well-known and well-loved resident scientist and tech guy at the branch.

Every Wednesday and Friday, he would walk into the break room, at the same time you found yourself in there between shifts, wave to you, grab a coffee, and head back to his work station.

And every time, your heart leapt in your chest like you were the caffeinated one. But the way it seemed to slam against your ribs like it was trying to escape felt more like you were running for your life than seeing a co-worker around the building.

You didn’t know what was wrong with you. He seemed perfectly friendly, and like an intelligent guy, but the way he towered over everyone he met, yourself very much included, made you freeze up. By now, you were sure he thought you were incapable of speaking, with how much you stammered and struggled to talk whenever he was near you.

You were an SDN employee! You helped save lives and the city every single day! It made no sense to you why one guy, one very friendly guy, made you so nervous.

As you trudged through the break room’s doors like always, between shifts and feeling like a wrung-out towel, you stretched your arms above your head, yawning.

Your eyes closed for a moment as you walked, and you brought one hand to cover your mouth, when you seemed to bump into something solid.

Maybe you’d finally lost the last of your sense of direction and you’d hit the wall while trying to get to the couch.

You peeled one eye open, only to see the broad chest of someone clad in the light blue SDN uniform. You craned your neck, looking upwards in search of their face, and stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of Royd.

“You okay?” He tilted his head slightly, finishing pouring coffee into his mug, which he then took a big swig of, “Keep dem eyes open, yeah?”

“I, uh— yeah.” You mumbled, inching away towards the couch, very uncomfortably aware of his eyes on you.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Nothing!” You said, the word coming out too quickly, “I’m all good.”

“You don’t look good, bro.”

You exhaled through your nose, nodding. “Everything’s, uh… everything’s fine.”

“Hm. Okay.” He chuckled, going back to his coffee as you nervously plopped yourself on the couch.

Was he staring? It felt like he was staring.

Your leg bounced in place, as you chewed on your lip, hoping to start some kind of conversation. This was irrational, and you felt so, so stupid, but there was something about him that made you nervous, and you’d get to the bottom of it.

“So, Royd, um—“ You said, “Do you like your work?”

Cursing yourself out mentally, you bit your tongue. Great choice, genius.

“I do!” He seemed to light up at the mention of his job, and you swore he seemed less intimidating than before like this, “Nothin’s off-limits with tech here. They pay me, I make shit, and I make it good.”

“What kind of, uh, shit do you make?” You somehow prompted an even bigger grin to spread across his face, as he went to sit with you on the couch.

You felt your heart palpitating as he pressed up beside you, and if you had some form of heart attack, you wouldn’t be surprised at this point.

He pulled out his phone in one hand, swiping through his camera roll.

“Check it out. Magnetic grappling hook, built with da’ last of an old car, and can pick one up, too.” He handed you the screen like a proud parent, and you leaned in closer to get a better look.

It was masterfully made, in your opinion. He most definitely had a knack for his job, which made you crack a smile.

“Or the Royd special.” He reached over you, swiping to the next one, “Big laser gun, enough to fry through da’ building.”

“Do you… know from experience, or…?” You asked nervously, to which he replied with a laugh.

“You gotta learn somehow, brotha’.”

You pursed your lips, albeit a bit terrified for the next experiment.

“Hey—“ He took his cellphone back once you handed it over, “You lookin’ at Royd daily. But we don’t talk ‘till now.”

“I, uh…” You sighed, “I have to admit, I was kind of scared of you.”

“Scared?” He chuckled, his eyebrows shooting up, “What’s there to be scared of?”

“You’re massive.” You blurted out, “Like— you tower over me. I don’t know why, but I freak out.”

“You can be freaked. Jus’ know that I don’t bite.” He put up his hands as a peace gesture, to which you nodded.

“I know. And it’s irrational. But you could… literally snap me in half, easy as ever.” You muttered, “Not that you would! But y’know.”

“I get it.” He shrugged, “But… there’s always a thing that gets rid of that.”

“And what’s that?”

“Lemme show you.” He got to his feet, and you felt your racing heart plummet into your stomach. While sitting, he seemed even more threatening. He wasn’t a threat, but your nerves didn’t seem to get the memo.

“Gimme the hands.” He gestured to your hands, which were gripping each other tightly in your lap.

You sighed, figuring you had nothing more to lose, and placed your palms against his.

Within seconds, he and pulled you up onto your feet, like you weighed nothing, and before you could protest, or even blink, you felt the ground move below your shoes, as he hoisted you over his shoulder. You felt like a sack of potatoes, and a scared one at that, but a surprised laugh seemed to make its way out of your chest.

“Now you’re at Royd height.” He joked, and you clung to his muscular shoulder to keep your balance as he swung you around.

“Holy shit!” You exclaimed, “Don’t drop me—“

“I won’t, bro! Neva’ do!” He replied, giving you one final spin before setting you back onto the floor, right as rain.

Your heart was racing again, but not in the terrified way that it had earlier. No, this was exhilarating. You looked to Royd again. He wasn’t anything remotely scary, and you found yourself questioning why you’d thought of him as such before.

This was one of the nicest guys you’d met. Not to mention quite the handsome one.

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please whenever u can...please..make a royd x trans man reader fic ill do anything vro...🥹🥹🥹

Time for a Break (Royd x trans male!reader)

Warnings: fluff and comfort, reader is implied to have chest dysphoria and consistently binds (bind safely, folks!!!), general cuteness otherwise (Words: 0.8k)

(Author’s note: Hiii!!! Omg I love writing for Royd, he’s so so sweet and just aaaaaaa…. I wrote this with sort of a Viktor and Jayce dynamic, so if you get that vibe, props to you :> as always, please do not repurpose, steal, or otherwise misuse my work in any way, including anything involving Al.)

MY MASTERLIST

Royd was the kind of guy who noticed everything.

It was always small shifts in the workplace, like the coffee machine starting to break down again, or the wifi being a little slower than usual.

And after almost a year of working closely with him in the lab, you started to notice things too.

You considered yourselves work partners, your designs being the basis for his mechanical miracles, and his circuitry dancing hand-in-hand with your codes. Blazer had affectionately nicknamed the two of you as the dream team, and just the people to go to when there was any tech issue whatsoever.

And with you, in your shared, secluded corner of the building, he seemed to notice everything and then some.

You spun in your chair, chewing on your stylus as you held a your tablet up above your face to try and get a different perspective of the blueprint.

Feeling the swivelling halt, you turned to see a large hand planting itself on the headrest.

“Gonna fall, y’know?” He chuckled, “Imma be the first to say I told you so.”

“Eh. It’s whatever,” You shrugged, handing him the tablet, “Can you take a look?”

He nodded, practically dwarfing the fairly large screen at his fingertips as he scanned the image, sliding his glasses onto the bridge of his nose.

“Lookin’ good!” He grinned down at you, “Love’ the blasters. Those your signature thing, now?”

You crossed your feet beneath you as you settled back in on your plush seat, glancing over the top of the screen.

“Yeah. I think they’re handy.” You confirmed, “And… maybe it’s kinda cool to have ‘em on all the stuff I design.”

“Well said.” He clapped you on the shoulder, offering to hand you back your design, before stopping as you urged it back to him.

“Something feels off about it.” You admitted, furrowing your brow, “Can you just have another look?”

“Yeah, yeah. No problem.” He dove back into the drawing, and you saw the gears turning in his head as he double-checked each of your calculations.

You waited where you sat, fidgeting as he kept on going over it, until the tablet was returned to you once more.

“It’s all on point, my friend.” He took his glasses off, “You gotta give yourself more credit.”

“No, it’s—“ You chewed on your lip, “Something feels off, and I…”

Watching you stumble and trail off, he glanced towards the clock, before striding across the room to retrieve something.

Before you knew it, a bundle of soft fabric hit you square in the chest, followed by a certain disappointed puppy-eyed look that you had a hard time standing up to.

You sighed, hugging the garment to yourself for a moment. You knew Roy noticed things, one of which being how you seem to get agitated the longer you keep binding after your limit.

He didn’t blame you, of course. But it did start to bother you after about eight hours, bleeding enough into your work and mood for him to be able to catch it.

Holding the dark blue hoodie ball, you went over your options, before giving him a quick glance and darting off to the bathroom.

It wasn’t invasive, not when you knew each other so well, but tended to be a bit of an annoyance on occasions like this, when you were oh-so-close to finishing a sketch.

You snuck into the empty bathroom stall, pressing against the wall before hastily shedding layers until you’d found your binder, before gritting your teeth and looking away as you re-dressed without it, piling his hoodie on top.

It was something of a daily ritual with you two— when it came time to take a break for the sake of your ribs, he’d give you one of his sweaters to hide in for the rest of the day. A trade, really. You weren’t in pain for the whole day, at the expense of him having to wash one less thing on laundry day.

As you smoothed the fabric over your sides, you stepped closer to the mirror. Roy’s clothing always felt right on you, fitting in a way that cloaked you while smelling like him, like the lab, like a sense of calmness you only got while in that flow state with him.

Your head snapped up at the sound of the restroom door swinging open, and you quickly gathered yourself and washed your hands, before heading back down the hall to your mechanical sanctuary.

The stark contrast of the fluorescent hallway lighting and the dim laboratory hues made your eyes water, and you rubbed at them as you went to stand by Roy once again,

“Still can’t find a mistake.” He smirked, nudging you with his elbow, “You’re better at your job then you think.”

You couldn’t help a soft laugh as you dodged his arm, moving to lean against it once it was no longer threatening to poke you.

“Y’okay?” He asked softly.

“Mhm.” You nodded, “Very.”

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