Misc Reader inserts

Starlight x Male Reader

"Honey, you've come to my office two times this week already. What's wrong?" Ms. Stillwell said as she sat on her desk, giving (F/N) a look, "Can you at least take the helmet off?"

(F/N) rolled his eyes but did as he was requested. His mechanical helmet hissed revealing his face, "You know what this is about. Next weeks script. The new girl and I are supposed to foil a bombing down at Cardi B's concert..."

"Marketing loved that idea," Madeline interrupted, "Your lagging in the younger female demographic, and this will bump you up."

"And I get that," (F/N) said as he struggled to sit down in his mechanical suit. He grumbled slightly as his jetpack made it impossible for him to sit, "It's just..." he groaned slightly as he remained standing, "You have me encouraging the new girl to twerk with Cardi B..."

"And?"

"I've read this girls planned writing, she's the innocent genuine girl who follows the rules, and my characters is a troubled alcoholic whose a big womanizer. This makes me look a sexist idiot, I'm not The Deep. I'm Tek Knight. I already swallowed my pride when I did that cameo on the god awful Vaught plus show."

Madeline sighed, as she glanced out the window. She always hated dealing with (F/N) the most. Homelander had the most issues, but he usually worked with her when given the proper motivation. Maeve just took whatever she was given. But (F/N) always picked the most specific points and blasted them. "How about your just enjoying it in the crowd? You don't need to encourage anything."

Madeline stood up and rubbed his armors sleeved. (F/N) sighed, "Fine, I'll do it...But I want to partner with Hawker in the next quantumverse movie. Ever since the merger I wanted to work with her."

Madeline smiled, "She'll definitely want to work with you." She rubbed his face, before pulling away, "Is that everything?"

(F/N) smiled slightly before he grabbed his helmet and slid it on, "Yeah. It should be." His mechanized voice replied.

He made his way to her door, before she added, "Oh and Dr. Hoffman called your assistant, she wanted to know if the viagra was working? Or if you needed to try something stronger?"

(F/N) stopped before he left the office, "I uh...I don't..." He was so red under his helmet. His heart was racing, "Maybe...if..."

"I'll just tell her you'll need something stronger. My doors always open if you need me." Ms. Stillwell said as she looked at her paperwork.

(F/N) turned to his side as he struggled to get through the doorway. He hated wearing this suit. It was impossible to move in. He needed a team of engineers to go to the bathroom. He even had to have the weapons taken out of it because they kept accidentally going off. But the board wanted him to wear it because no one cared about (F/N) (L/N), they only cared about Tek Knight.

(F/N) yanked his helmet off, as he texted his assistant letting her know she was fired. Why would she tell Madeline Stillwell about his erectile dysfunction?! It wasn't even an issue! That's what (F/N) told himself at least.

He sighed as he stormed into the elevator. The window to the outside displayed the dark night sky. The lights of the city lit up the ground. He took a deep breath as he let his anger out. His fist clenched.

An intern ran up the hallway as the elevator doors  slid shut, his hands were full of files, he looked like he was already having a rough day, "Can you hold the door please?"

(F/N) just looked at his phone as the doors slid shut, not even moving towards the elevator panel. The elevator zoomed upwards to the top floor of the Vought center. (F/N) groaned as the elevators stopped, a few floors below the top floor. But his displeasure was wiped away when he saw Black Noir walk in. The tension immediately built up.