Drabble request: Robert Fischer and his assistant maybe??<3 maybe Roberts always been lukewarm to her bcuz he likes her and is scared to admit it but tonight’s the night he builds up the courage to ask her to dinner ?:-)))
“are you asking me out?” — robert fischer x reader
you think your boss hates you, but really he just has a question that he’s too nervous to ask.
word count: 723
contains: fluff, nervous robert, assistant!reader
note: this is a drabble so it’s a bit shorter than my other works! feel free to request a drabble for any cillian character this evening :)
“He fucking hates me,” you buried your head into your hands dramatically as you sat across from your friend on your lunch break. “I love the guy and he can’t stand me.”
As Robert Fischer’s assistant, you spent a lot of time with the man. Sometimes you provided business expertise, sometimes you scheduled meetings, and sometimes you got him coffee (he took it black in the morning but in the afternoons he liked a dash of cream). But through all of that, he still felt like a mystery to you. He never talked about anything with you other than work and it was hard for you to pick up on a any sort of warmth when he was around you. One thing you knew for sure, though, was that he was gorgeous.
“He doesn’t hate you,” your friend assured you. “He’s just….a professional.”
“A professional at making me feel like shit,” you mumbled. “I hate having a crush.”
“Well, he might actually hate you if you don’t get back to work soon. You’re gonna be late.”
You checked your watch, realizing that your friend was right. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get caught up in conversation during your lunch hour, especially if the conversation was about Robert.
“Fuck, you’re right,” you sighed. “I’ll see you later, okay? We’ll grab a drink, I promise.”
Upon arriving back at the office, you found Robert lingering by your desk which was an odd sight considering the fact that most of the time he spent all of his time locked away in his office.
“Mr. Fischer?” you asked. “Is….everything okay?”
He looked a bit startled to see you as he met your gaze.
“Y-yes, I’m sorry, I— wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”
You looked at him before looking at your watch again.
“My lunch ended 10 minutes ago.”
He ran his hand through his hair, as he paced back and forth. He clearly had something on his mind.
“Right, yes.”
“Robert…” you lowered your voice. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Part of you suspected cocaine. It wasn’t uncommon in the business world and that would explain the sudden behavioral change.
“Can I…” he sat down in your desk chair. “Can I talk to you about something?”
And now you suspected that you were being laid off. Great.
“S-sure….what….what is it?”
He took a deep breath before he started to speak, looking around first almost as if he didn’t want anyone to be around for what he had to say.
“You….if I’m being completely honest….are the best assistant I’ve ever had. You’re so on top of everything you do and sometimes I feel like you know me better than I do.”
You smile softly, happy to receive the compliments but ultimately unsure where he’s headed with this.
“Thank you, Mr. Fischer…that means a lot.”
He nodded, trying to think of the best way to phrase what he had to say next.
“And…I admire your intelligence so much but you’re also so beautiful. And kind. And…I- I want to know you better. Recently I found myself thinking about you outside of work and I realized that….I don’t know anything about you outside of our professional relationship. And I’ve always wanted to know more, I just, I don’t know….I guess I was too nervous to ask—“
“Robert,” you interrupted. “Are you asking me out?”
He looked at you for a minute, feeling both incredibly embarrassed and incredibly flustered.
“Y-yes…I-I’d like it if you’d have dinner with me. If you want, of course. I don’t want you to do this because I’m your boss or you feel like you need to. I just….I wanted to see if that’s what you wanted.”
You smiled warmly, attempting to calm his nerves.
“I’d love nothing more.”
He grinned upon hearing your response and you swore you could see his nerves completely wash away from him. A relieved chuckle escaped his lips.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been agonizing over asking you that.”
You circled around your desk to sit down on his lap, acceptable office PDA be dammed, planting a soft kiss on his cheek as you did so.
“And you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
good evening my loves! so sorry i’ve been away, i just started my senior year of college and things have been hectic to say the least. but i thought to make up for it we could do something fun this evening!!
while you’re all waiting for the next full length fic do you have any little drabble requests for any cillian characters? something between 400-700 words ish?
let me know and i’ll post them tonight! it’ll be like a little sleepover! <3
i would love to see more neil lewis 😍😍 your fic was so good! tumblr needs more of neil
thank you, love!! definitely more neil fics on the way don’t you worry <3 it seems like neil is the collective husband of everyone who follows me here and you know what?? that’s how it should be! i mean look at him!
loved your ken and rome fics and now you’re writing for cillian too??!! yay! i echo that i would love a robert fischer fic. (also i know he wasn’t one of the ones you mentioned but maybe emmett from a quiet place?)
AH THANK YOU!! it always makes me happy to see love for my succession fics <3 i promise i’ll try to fill the kendall roy void with robert stuff.
and i actually have not seen a quiet place yet but AS SOON AS I DO i promise to provide the emmett content because he is….incredibly sexy in that film.
Can you also please bless us with Neil Lewis or Jim in 28 days later or Mike in Broken? There are various of Cillian Murphy roles that needed to be recognized! I mean they are all sooooo good!!!
definitely more neil coming soon but i’ll need to watch 28 days later and broken!! those are both high on my list so i promise i will get around to writing for them soon <3 like especially him in broken???? hello??? that’s dilf excellence if ive ever seen it
i think i may need to write for robert next because uhhhhh…..i’m just a tad bit convinced that he’s my soulmate and i need to make him happy so i’m dying to write some hurt/comfort
I loveddd your Neil fic it was amazing. perfection. (moonstruck supremacy ✊)
tbh I think the world needs more Robert Fischer fics. He’s so Kendall Roy coded
first of all, moonstruck supremacy INDEED!! thank you so much darling, im so glad you liked the fic <3
SECONDLY….i could go on and on about the robert/kendall comparisons and if you’ve been here for a while you know that i’m a kendall roy girl through and through so i think i may need to do some sort of very succession-esque hurt/comfort for robert sometime soon……
hi darlings!! i just woke up and i want to thank you all for so much love on the neil fic!! you’re all so kind and i truly couldn’t ask for better readers <3
while i decide on what my next cillian character is going to be, feel free to send me some ideas/concepts! my asks are always open 💋
i’m open to writing for anyone but my list of characters who i had in mind specifically were: robert fischer (inception), tom (the party), raymond leon (in time), jackson rippner (red eye) <33333
so tumblr is not letting me reply to posts at the moment so if you want to chat or you have ideas or anything like that please send me an ask and i’ll respond that way!! thank you so much to everyone who has already read the neil fic <3 i love u all!! kisses!! 💋
word count: 2.9k (oops this was….way longer than i thought)
contains: SMUT (18+ ONLY) —> fingering, oral (m receiving), public indecency (getting it on in a movie theater because…it’s neil), fluff, happy ending!
you have a crush on your coworker and you really wish you didn’t.
note: this has not been proofread so place excuse any typos! i hope you enjoy especially since this is my first smut fic on this account which is insane. also all of the movies referenced are some of my favorites so…..i’d absolutely recommend them if you haven’t seen them already! neil is my silly little movie buff husband and i’d absolutely LOVE to write for him again so please leave some feedback if you’d like more!
cillian taglist: @mortylover
As you stood on a step stool, shelving new video arrivals, you could hear Ingrid Bergman's lovely Swedish accent behind you.
Notorious. You'd seen it a million times but you'd never gotten sick of it. It was your favorite Hitchcock and often the movie you'd throw on if you were in need of comfort. Although it was your turn to pick what everyone watched at the video store today, you weren't sitting with everyone else on the big worn out sofa. You preferred to shelve and enjoy the sound of the movies in the background (maybe walking over when your favorite scene was on). After all, someone needed to help the customers even if you didn't have many.
You had an annoying habit of reciting movie lines that you loved, as did Neil, the owner of the store and one of your closest friends.
"This is a very strange love affair," you said with Ingrid as you placed Valley of the Dolls in its right place.
"Why?" Neil said right along with Cary Grant, glancing over at you.
"Maybe the fact that you don't love me," you shot him a dramatic look, trying to do your best Ingrid Bergman impression.
"Your Bergman should be better for someone who's seen this movie more times than she can count," he said.
You rolled your eyes.
"She's got a unique accent! Plus it's very transatlantic. That's hard."
"She can do the Fargo accent," your other coworker Jonathan pointed out, not bothering to look up from the TV.
"Oh, you betcha," you grinned, nailing the unmistakable Minnesotan "o" sound.
"That's not hard!" Neil protested.
"It's not easy!"
The doors jingled as your best friend walked through the door, cutting the discussion about accents short. Before you could even say anything she already had a request.
"First date movie. Help."
You thought for a minute.
"Well what's the person like?"
"I don't know! I haven't met him yet. This is a blind setup by a coworker thing."
"Do you....think you'll be paying attention to the movie?"
She made a face.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Not necessarily! You could be....talking."
After many failed dates with guys who were into film, you understood the complexities of picking the first date movie. It said a lot about a person — what they're into, how they feel, who they aspire to be. But at the end of the day, it needs to be something that can transition to being background noise for a good make out session while still being enjoyable. Very few movies check all of those boxes.
"Just don't give me anything too complicated, okay?" she sighed. "No Lynch. No Cronenberg."
You fake frowned. "I was just gonna rent Crash and Lost Highway to you as a double feature."
She shuddered as she remembered the horror that was watching both of those films. You could stomach things like that but she absolutely couldn't.
"Okay, sit tight. I have a thought," you said as you ran over to the romances.
Your friend wandered over to the TV while you hunted for her perfect first date movie.
"Hey guys," she said monotonously.
"Hey," they replied equally unenthused.
She stood and watched the movie for a minute before you came back holding Moonstruck.
"Cher. Nic Cage. Romantic. Easy to follow. It checks every box!"
"That's your idea of a first date movie?" Neil scoffed.
"What's yours? The Seventh Seal?" you rolled your eyes.
"Yeah, that's why Denise broke up with him," Jonathan replied.
"What? You didn't tell me that!"
"Well it kind of just happened," he said. "And to be honest I'm not so broken up about it."
After knowing Neil a while, you knew that he wasn't one for consistent steady girlfriends. Denise lasted longer than most, but in the end he always seemed to get bored. Sure, he got around to an extent, but it was hard for you to picture Neil Lewis truly settling down. Unless, of course, you pictured him with you — but you tried not to do that. The thought popped into your brain every once in a while but you pushed it out as soon as it arrived. You knew you'd only end up getting hurt.
"Okay, well that's good because I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies tonight. I mean, I'm all for a good ol' post breakup pity party but I'd much rather go see The Thing on the big screen tonight."
You and Neil did your part to keep your local independent theater in business more than anyone else in town. It was a regular thing for the two of you to go see at least two movies a week, sometimes more. Sometimes Jonathan and Lucien would tag along and sometimes it was just the two of you — every time you secretly hoped that it would be just the two of you.
"Now that's a good first date movie," Jonathan said.
"The Thing for a first date?" you scrunched your nose into a face of disapproval. "You guys have no taste."
"Well good thing we're not going on a first date then," Neil said. "But yeah, I'll go with you, I'm not doing anything else. Wanna grab dinner and go straight there?"
Those words shouldn't have been such a dagger to you but they were. No shit, this wasn't a first date. He didn't need to remind you.
"Yeah, that's fine," you said, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice. "I just have a few more things to finish up here and then we can head out."
You helped your friend rent her movie and finished up your shelving duties with a little less pep in your step than usual as Neil's words played over and over again in your mind like a broken record.
Good thing we're not going on a first date then. Fuck him. It's not like he was trying to hurt you, after all he didn't know that you maybe kinda sorta liked him. But those words.....you just couldn't take your mind off of them as you mentally prepared yourself for your very clearly stated non-date.
—
A little diner by the local theater had been your spot with Neil for as long as you'd been coworkers. It had become a tradition of yours to sneak in mini bottles of booze to pour into the milkshakes, either on celebratory or wallowing in your sorrows occasions. Neil's breakup felt like a good excuse to give your shared vanilla shake deserved an extra kick, even if you were the one who really needed it.
"Is anyone looking?"
He shook his head as you poured the vodka into the glass, stirring the concoction with the straw. You didn't wait for Neil before placing your lips to the straw and downing a quarter of it all at once.
"Hey, take it easy. I thought I was the one who needed the alcohol tonight," he chuckled.
"You said it yourself, you're not upset about Denise," you said, the irritation in your voice shining through.
"Are you upset about something, then? I'm sorry I didn't really help you shelve today, I just- you know, you like to do that stuff by yourself sometimes. And you picked such a good movie I couldn't tear myself away from the screen."
It would've been easier if you had really been upset about that. You wished that you were upset about that And now half the shake was gone, everything you wanted to say was rushing to your head, and you didn't even think about what you were doing when you blurted out:
"Why can't this be a first date?"
His eyes widened as he let out a small chuckle, assuming you were kidding.
"What?"
"You heard me. Why can't this be a first date?"
As he stared back at you, you felt like you had just fucked everything up. This amazing friendship was just ruined now because you drank your boozy milkshake too fast.
"Do....do you want it to be?" he asked.
"Fuck!" you exclaimed before burying your head in your hands. "Forget I said anything. I-I drank that too fast."
"No, I....we can call this a date if you want. In fact I'd really like that."
He wasn't trying to humor you and he wasn't trying to make the situation better by saying something that he didn't mean — he was dead serious.
"Neil, don't say that if you don't mean it," you sighed. "I'm just....upset today. Don't listen to me."
He studied your face for a minute before speaking again.
"Do you remember when I interviewed you for your job?"
"Now what does that have to do with anything?"
You did, in fact, remember your Gumshoe interview very well. You had asked him if he'd ever considered doing a film noir themed commercial for the store and you'd never seen someone so excited about an idea before — you always assumed that was why you had gotten the job.
"I knew you before that, you know," he said. "I remembered you from when you used to be a customer. There was actually this one time when you had an overdue fee and I paid it for you and told the guys that I had lost the tape."
This made you smile a bit.
"Point being?"
He took a deep breath before he continued on.
"Normally when we do the interview process, we ask the same shit, you know? What's your favorite movie? Who's your favorite director? And I asked you that stuff even though I thought I already knew the answers, I remembered what you used to rent. I thought I knew you so well and then you just went totally fucking wildcard on me — and I loved it. Ever since then you've kept on surprising me and I....well, I really like that. I guess what I'm trying to say is I really like you. And I think I always have."
You stared at him wide-eyed. You had not expected your little drunken tantrum to get you a confession of feelings.
"Neil....do you know why I rented from Gumshoe all the time? I mean, I'm all for supporting the little guys, but I really went in to see you. And then I got this job and I got to know you and you weren't just the cute guy at the video store anymore, you were like....my cute friend/boss technically but I won't get into that. But I got to know you and I watched you go through all of these relationships because you get bored eventually and....I just think you might get bored with me. I'm no Katharine Ross in Butch and Sundance."
He shook his head as a smile crept across his lips.
"No, you're even more exciting than that. You're like...Barbarella or something. Queen of the galaxy."
"Barbarella's whole thing was sex appeal," you point out. "That's the whole movie."
"Sex appeal, sure. But she's also kind and interesting and witty. You've got all of that."
You took all of that as a compliment but you found yourself blushing at his mention of sex appeal.
—
When you arrived to the movie theater after finishing your meal, it seemed that you two were the only ones dying to see a John Carpenter flick on a Tuesday evening. You had your pick of seats in the empty theater.
Your non-date turned date couldn't have been going better, honestly, it made you think that you should turn to drinking more often. It fixed this problem miraculously well.
As you settled into your seats and the lights dimmed, it was clear that both of you wanted to make a move but didn't know how to do it. After all, you couldn't just go straight for unzipping his fly. Or could you? Tonight was all about confidence and he clearly liked it when you kept him on his toes. You decided to start slow, resting a hand on his thigh, letting your hand wander from there.
He looked over at you as you made contact with the bulge in his jeans. It was hard to read his expression in the dark, but you could feel that he didn't want you to stop.
"Are we really gonna do this here?" he whispered.
"We've both seen this a thousand times, I think it'll be okay if we get a little distracted," you whisper back. "U-unless you don't want—"
He cut you off with a kiss that was a long time coming. You were surprised by the sheer force of it as your tongues collided. His hand reached up to cup the side of your face as you melted into the kiss, illuminated by the glow of the silver screen. He made you feel dizzy, but in a good way.
Now, you had never been intimate in a movie theater before, but it was even more exhilarating than you could’ve imagined. As you slowly unzipped his fly, taking his length out of his jeans, you noticed that Neil wasn’t watching the movie at all. His eyes were completely focused on you.
“You’re really taking your time, aren’t you?” he whispered. He was rock hard already and you could tell that he was getting incredibly impatient. You held the base of him while you teased his tip with your tongue. Whatever composure he thought he had went out the window as he his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Based on his breathing patterns you thought he was going to come right then.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath. “Just….just like that.”
You could feel him trembling as your tongue continued to work its swirly magic. Eventually you began to take him in your mouth completely, greeting him with the warm sensation of the back of your throat. He groaned out your name in a raspy whisper as you bobbed your head on his length. Before you knew it, you could feel a hand on your head guiding it along — his touch felt so intimate and loving, you couldn’t get enough.
“I-I’m close….I’m— fuck….I’m gonna—“
Before he could finish what he was going to say, you could feel his come coat the back of your throat. It was a warm, welcome feeling and you couldn’t wait to feel it again.
“Jesus christ,” he sat there catching his breath before turning to you. “That was….wow. You’re just…..I-Incredible.”
You smiled at the praise. It wasn’t even day that you were complimented on your blowjob skills.
Your head made its way to his shoulder as you sat side by side watching the movie. His hand began on your though but slowly because to creep it’s way up between your legs.
“Returning the favor?” you whispered, smiling softly as you glanced in his direction.
He nodded, speaking in a sultry whisper that nearly made your legs shake. “You know, you just made me feel so good….it would be a crime not to reciprocate it, don’t you think?”
You continued to rest your head on his shoulder as he slipped two fingers inside of you. You couldn’t help but notice how easily they went in — you had been soaked for hours.
“All this for me?” he chuckled. “How long have you been like this?”
“All night,” you said in between heavy breaths. “I-I’m always like this around you, Neil.”
“No way, are you really?”
His switch up from the sultry whisper to his excited tone made you giggle.
“I have….a tendency to daydream about you when I’m around you,” you explained.
His fingers found just the right spot as he continued to question you. It was becoming increasingly difficult for you to talk.
“Daydream about what specifically?”
A small whimper escaped your mouth as his fingers curled inside of you. You couldn’t even recall what you used to daydream about until it hit you.
“This…..this exact moment. I-I’ve….fuck….Ive daydreamed about this a m-million times.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked as he started to pump his fingers faster. “And how does it end?”
“I- Neil- I’m gonna—“
“How does it end, sweet girl? Tell me.”
You could barely even answer in between heavy breaths but you managed to speak up, your words intertwined with your moans.
“Y-you make….you make me come, N-Neil! I’m….right now, I’m—“
“Show me. Come for me. Show me how the daydream ends.”
And you did, trying your best to keep quiet as you came undone. You buried your face into his shoulder as you whimpered and throbbed against his fingers.
“Good girl,” he exhaled. “That’s a good girl.”
—
The next day at work, you and Neil debated what you should tell the others. To announce the relationship or keep it a secret was a heavily debated topic, but you eventually settled on keeping it to yourselves for a while before revealing it. You thought it would be nice to have something that was just yours for a while. Plus, hiding a relationship can be incredibly sexy.
As you walked into Gumshoe, you flashed a quick smile at Neil who was in his usual spot behind the counter before taking your place at the shelf.
“Hey, Jonathan,” you called over to the couch, getting his attention. “I was totally wrong. Upon my rewatch, I think that The Thing would be a great first date movie.”
“See, I told you! I told you and you never fucking listen to me,” he said. “What made you change your mind?”
You glanced over at Neil one more time. It was clear that he was thinking about last night just as much as you were.
“I don’t know…” you shrugged. “Maybe it’s Kurt Russell.”
GIRL, YOU GOTTA WRITE ABOUT NEIL LEWIS OR ALL HIS OTHER ROLES! PLS ALSO MAKE SOME MASTERLIST SO WE'LL KNOW WHERE TO GO 😭😭
YES!!! i’m planning on starting with neil because as an insufferable film girl myself that’s literally my soulmate BUT I’M PLANNING ON WORKING MY WAY THROUGH MORE CILLIAN CHARACTERS TOO! if there’s anyone else you want to see just send me a request and i’ll try to watch the movie if i haven’t already :)
also in terms of a master list i’m actually in the process of putting one together right now! it should be up later today/sometime tomorrow - as of now it’ll just have my succession stuff but obviously it’ll get added to <3
hi loves! i know ive been super absent since succession ended but i was thinking of perhaps writing for some cillian murphy characters? ive been on the bandwagon since i saw oppenheimer i cannot lie….
are there any characters in particular that you’d want to see me write for?
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
stormborns
kianamaiart
prguitarman
snowghoul
2087
gummygunk
vaporwave
