#roy kent x teacher!reader

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

It's Flawless, Really Something

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirting, a pervy parent, non-academic activities in the classroom

2.6k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

“Did you save me that biscuit?”

Roy Kent leaned forward, hands on the plastic table, and smiled at you. His eyes were bright, and his black leather jacket hugged him deliciously; he was perfect, you thought. Stupidly, ridiculously, wonderfully perfect.

“Only if you’ve got exact change,” you managed to joke, holding out your outstretched hand.

Roy looked surprised at your teasing reply. Surprised, but also pleased. After your talk with Leanne, you’d made the terrifying decision that you were going to flirt with Roy Kent. You liked him, you knew that much. He clearly liked you, at least a little. And if he was ever going to ask him out, he, like any other man, needed a little encouragement.

With a content chuckle, the coach reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of quid, definitely more than the cost of one chocolate chip cookie. He pressed the money into your hand, curling your fingers into a fist as his warm grip lingered.

Despite your immediately wavering bravery, you held his gaze, not caring that he could probably see the way you gulped at his touch. “That’s a little too much, Coach,” you hummed.

“Consider the rest a tip,” he answered, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. “For exemplary service.” He tilted his head at you. “How long’re you here for? Do they let you take a break, or do I need to call the union?”

“Maybe another half hour and then I’m pretty much done.” You smiled, not caring that there were students, and parents, and other teachers flittering around. “Why? You want to buy me a lemonade or something?”

He shrugged and picked up a chocolate chip cookie. “Or something,” he echoed with a wink. “Have fun.”

You watched unabashedly as he walked away, to where his sister and Phoebe were waiting for him. He handed the cookie to a bouncy Phoebe, while his sister waggled her eyebrows at him. Roy gave his sister a shove before glancing back at you, his smile widening when he caught you staring.

As you were wondering whether Leanne would kill you if you left her alone, Mrs. Seling rushed over mischief all over her face.

“Teresa’s dog got sick,” she said in place of a greeting. “We need someone in the dunk tank, just for twenty minutes until it’s Mrs. Halpern’s turn. Can you do it?”

Shit. The damn dunk tank. Every year, teachers brokered deals and offered bribes to avoid having a shift on the stupid thing, treating it like the torture chamber it was. The water was gross and weirdly warm. The air was freezing cold when you were soaked. Students lined up in droves to try to dunk their teacher into the water, and, worse, dads lined up to see the results.

Of course, Lee chose that moment to absolutely betray you and busy herself with selling brownies to a student’s grandmother, leaving you only able to smile weakly at Karen and mumble, “I guess.”

So, there you sat, hating the fact that you’d chosen today to wear a light-colored shirt to go with your jeans, but thankful for the fact that your students had terrible aim. Phoebe O’Sullivan stood among the gaggle of children who were desperate to see you fall into the tub of water that you tried not to think too hard about; her uncle stood not far, eyebrows raised in amusement, trying not to think too hard about how you’d look once you got dunked.

Normally, Roy thought of you as cute, pretty, adorable. An absolute distraction. But the thought of you in a soaked shirt, material clinging to your body… fuck, he needed to get his thoughts under control. After all, he hadn’t asked you out yet, hadn’t kissed you yet. But fucking hell, his mind was racing as he tried not to turn into a teenage boy with fantasies of a beautiful teacher in a wet t-shirt.

“Uncle Roy, you should try!”

Phoebe’s little voice dragged him out of his increasingly adult thoughts. “Hmm?” He stared at the ball in his niece’s outstretched hand, quickly comprehending what she’d just said. “Oh. Sure.”

He stepped up after watching one of Phoebe’s classmates throw a very wild pitch. Your eyes found his, carrying a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. He knew he could hit that stupid red target; he was a retired athlete, after all. A flick of his wrist, and you’d be soaked from head to toe.

But he saw the way Jack Price’s dad was leering at you, the way that fucker always did when his wife wasn’t around. And he felt that tightness in his chest again, the tightness he’d had that day at the zoo when he watched that skeeze put his hand on your shoulder. No way was Roy going to let slime see his personal fantasy.

Besides, you’d probably appreciate Roy not dunking you, right? It’d be rather gentlemanly. And you seemed like the type that wanted a gentleman. And Roy wanted to be what you wanted.

So, he gently tossed the ball, shrugging at you when it hit the backboard instead of the target.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, warming away that tightness in his chest. The relief and gratitude on your face was worth looking like he couldn’t throw a damn ball, as well as the fifty pence the ball had cost.

As he pondered how he could leverage his chivalrous gesture to finally ask you on a date, someone tapped his shoulder.

Jack Price’s dad smiled at him, that stupid, sharkish smile, tossing a ball up and down. “Guess you’re not as good at pitching as kicking, hmm?” he joked, as if they were the kind of people who joked with each other. “Watch and learn.”

Your gasp was sharp as you felt the bench disappear from under you and were instantly underwater. Dammit. You’d almost made it the full twenty minutes dry as a bone. Fucking Mr. Price and his fucking cricket hobby. You came back up rapidly, cheeks burning as the kids cheered on the sight of seeing their beloved teacher soaked.

To add insult to injury, Mrs. Halpern stood beside the dunk tank, ready to take your place. You clambered out of the dunk tank, shivering in the approaching evening air. All you wanted to do now was go home, shower, and put on your warmest pajamas. Never mind letting Roy Kent buy you a lemonade. You were cold, wet, and, admittedly, a little embarrassed by the way your shirt clung to your skin.

But you grabbed your things and put on that fake smile for your students who giggled over your misfortune and tried to make a speedy exit. Unfortunately, Mr. Price slowed down your plans.

“No hard feelings, right?” he hummed, eyes everywhere but your face. “It’s for a good cause, after all.”

Instinctively, you crossed your arms, attempting to hide as much as you could. “Of course,” you murmured, making a pathetic attempt to sidestep him.

He blocked your path, eyeing your figure. “Need help with those wet clothes?” he whispered as his hand landed on your shoulder, the way it had at the zoo.

“Oi.”

As you shrugged off Mr. Price’s hand, Roy Kent approached, peeling off his leather jacket. “You must be fucking cold,” he mumbled. Pointedly ignoring Jack’s dad, he wrapped the jacket around your shoulders. “How about that lemonade?”

“Thanks,” you sighed as Mr. Price scampered away. “But I should probably head home. Need a shower after being in that thing.” As you spoke, you did your best to ignore the feeling of Roy Kent’s jacket hugging you, enveloping you in the scent of whatever wonderful cologne he was wearing, a cologne he’d picked out in the hopes of bumping into you today.

“Sorry the jacket’s not more comfortable,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you can just give it back to me Monday. Keep you warm on your way home.”

You shook your head. “I have a sweatshirt in my classroom. I can just throw that on.” Seeing the slight disappointment in his brown eyes, you swayed forward slightly, batting your eyes at him- something you weren’t sure you’d ever done. “Walk me to my classroom?”

There was that smile. That fucking smile, the one that was bright enough to make you forget Roy Kent’s infamous rage, the perfect smile you wanted to kiss right off his bearded face. He kept on smiling as the two of you slipped away from the fall festival.

He liked seeing you in his jacket. It was just big enough to look cozy wrapped around your shoulders, and he cherished the way you tugged it tightly around yourself. Admittedly, he was a big jealous of the way his jacket got to be wrapped around you. He wondered if it would smell like you when he got it back; probably like the dunk tank water, unfortunately. Maybe he could offer it to you again sometime. Maybe even after a date.

You quickly unlocked your classroom and led Roy in, trying not to flinch when you heard the door close, silencing the already distant sounds of the festival. Neither of you bothered with the lights, instead letting the last of the sun softly illuminate the classroom. Roy followed you to your desk, wondering if you wanted him to leave or stay, and hoping beyond hope that it was the latter.

“Oh, here.” You slipped off his jacket and handed it to him. “Thanks again, Coach. Very chivalrous of you.” Your smile was probably the most confident he’d seen, playful and teasing. It was probably his favorite smile.

“Any fucking time,” he breathed. He was fighting so fucking hard not to stare at you. He knew he wasn’t a married dad like Mr. Price or the others, and he was pretty sure you liked the way he stared at you- but still. He didn’t want to be grouped with them, a creep who ogled you like a piece of meat.

But fuck, you were making it hard. That shirt clung to you like it wanted you even more than Roy did, flaunting the body you usually covered with cute dresses and jean jackets- a body Roy really liked. You pulled your dripping hair up in a clip you found on your desk, exposing a neck that Roy was sure would look great with a few marks on it. And you gazed up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, as if you were going to ask him a question.

He cleared his throat. “You headin’ home after you grab your sweater?”

You nodded absently. “Probably.” You took a tiny step back, hitting the edge of your desk. “You sticking around?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m with, uh, my sister and Pheebs.” Despite his best efforts, his eyes wandered. Fuck. “Sorry,” he muttered, wincing when he realized how obvious it was; he might as well be drooling.

You cocked your head at him. “For what?”

He shook his head, ears burning with shame and, if he was being really honest, desire. “For fucking…. Staring.” He made himself look you in the eye, which was somehow worse. “’m sorry.”

To his surprise, you smiled. “Don’t be. I… I like it when you stare.”

“Do you?” His voice was quiet, as if he thought being any louder would scare you off. “Why?”

You shrugged and hopped up onto your desk. “Because it’s you,” you said simply. Feeling dizzy from the way Roy looked at you, you reached out and touched his hand, grazing his skin with the tip of your finger. “You’re… you’re the kind of guy a girl likes to have staring.”

There it was. Since the first day of school, when he saw you in your little white sneakers and jean jacket, he’d been waiting for a clear sign that you were just as infatuated as he felt. And now, in your dark classroom, with your eyebrows raised and your hand on his and your lip caught between your teeth, Roy finally had his fucking sign.

He took a step forward and settled himself between your knees. Watching you carefully, he put his hands on your waist, digging his fingers into the soaking material of your shirt. You tilted your face towards him, finally giving him permission to do the one thing he’d been desperate to do since the moment you met.

Your lips were soft, even softer than Roy had let himself imagine. He had often wondered what kind of ChapStick he watched you apply on warm afternoons; cherry, he realized. Fucking cherry. For the rest of his life, he knew, whenever he tasted cherry, he’d be thrown back to this moment, kissing the pretty teacher in her classroom, amazed that someone so sweet would kiss someone so fucking miserable.

And kiss him you did. You brought your hands to the back of his head, pressing your chest flush against his. His hands fisted at your shirt, tugging it up a little so his fingertips could brush over your soft skin, still wet from the dunk tank, but quickly heating up as you deepened the kiss. Roy let you take the lead; he waited until your lips parted to open his own mouth, and your tongue was the first one to tentatively flick against his.  

He groaned softly into your mouth and let one hand cup your face, thumb caressing your heated cheek. He could get used to this, Roy thought. Used to your cherry-flavored kisses and hands in his hair and body pressed against his, and used to your sweet smiles and shy giggles and bright eyes. He wondered briefly what other things he could look forward to getting used to.

“We,” you huffed into the kiss. “We should go before-” Your breath hitched as Roy’s mouth wandered to your jaw. “-before someone sees us.”

He sighed against your skin. You were right. Roy knew you were fucking right. This was a school. You were in your classroom. As exciting and tempting as it was to keep going, he needed to respect that. After harshly pressing his lips to yours one more time, he pulled back.

“Let me take you out,” he all but begged. “On a fucking proper date.”

Your smile was brilliant. “That would be lovely, Coach.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, the hand on your waist giving you a gentle squeeze. “I think you can call me Roy now.”

“Right.” You giggled, that adorable bashfulness returning, somehow even more endearing now. “That would be lovely, Roy.”

Fucking hell, his name sounded good coming out of your mouth. It sounded so good he couldn’t help pulling you in for another kiss, a slow, tender one.

“Any chance you’re free tonight?” he breathed.

You nodded. “I just need to go home. Shower away the dunk tank.”

Roy did his best not to let his mind wander to that shower. “Right. Right.” He cleared his throat. “And I’ve got to drop my sister and Phoebe at home. Think I could come around at eight?” He kissed your jaw. “We could go get a drink. I can stare at you some more.”

“Sounds perfect.” With a teasing shove to Roy’s chest, you hopped down from the desk and grabbed your sweatshirt from where it hung over your chair, quickly pulling it over your head.

The two of you ambled out of the classroom wearing matching grins and blushes. It was a good thing your classroom was clear across campus from the festival, because it was painfully obvious that the two of you had just been pawing at each other.

“Be ready at eight,” Roy hummed, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And get ready to be stared at all night.”

“Looking forward to it.” You leaned forward and kissed his lips quickly. “See you in a bit, Coach.”

Roy growled at you, a playful, sexy sound.

Your laugh warmed his chest. “Roy,” you corrected as you squeezed his hand. “See you in a bit Roy.”

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[daydreamgoddess14]

Roy Kent / Reader Masterlist

FULL MASTERLIST

Tumblr & AO3 links included throughout.

* = Complete

🔥 = Smutty

Support System*🔥

A woman struggling through the breakup of her marriage adjusts to life with some help along the way.

Roy Kent x F!Reader, general rating until chapter 6 where it gets hottt!

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9 | CH 10 | Epilogue

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48609889/chapters/122614582

Support System: Alone Time *🔥

Spicy one shot featuring characters from the series above.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49346047

Saturday Mornings*🔥

Roy definitely doesn't have a thing for Phoebe's dance teacher. Until he does.

Roy Kent x f!Reader, smutty one shot

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48883657

Hot Water*🔥

Roy Kent x f!Reader, smutty one shot

5 times Roy turns up on your doorstep even though you both know it's a bad idea.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48985657

Red Card*🔥

Roy Kent x f!Reader, smutty one shot

It's the first time in 135 years that the Premier League has allowed a female referee to official a match... Remaining neutral is absolutely key. Plenty of fluff and smut and flirting 😏

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49032853

Complaints Procedure *🔥

Roy Kent x f!Reader, smutty one shot

Literally just 1.5k of pure filth. You accidently call Roy daddy during sex...

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49065556

Noisy *🔥

Roy Kent x f!Reader, smutty one shot

A somewhat sequel to Complaints Procedure (above).

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49137001

Deserving *🔥

Roy Kent x f!Reader, smutty one shot

Third part to the mini-series above of Complaints Procedure and Noisy. Part of the 200 Followers celebration! Prompt was Roy Kent x F!Reader with the phrase "You deserve better".

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49212319

Salvation *🔥

Meet the woman who stole Roy Kent's watch...

Part of the 200 Followers celebration! Prompt was Roy Kent x F!Reader with the phrase "What did you say?"

Roy Kent x f!Reader - general rating for now, set to increase...

CH1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH4

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49517506/chapters/124975360

[noforkingclue]

It’s a Date (Jamie Tartt x reader)

Summary: you asked Jamie for one small favour. Who knew that it was going to end with this?

“I don’t know about this Jamie…”

“Look I said I got ya, ok?”

“Yes but-“

“Then what’s to worry about?”

“What if someone see us.”

“Sees us,” Jamie gives you an incredulous looks, “That’s what you’re fucking worried about.”

“Yeah.”

“Thought it would be more about falling over and hurting yourself.”

“No. Just, won’t you be embarrassed being seen with me.”

“No.”

“Really?”

“’course. Now are you going to let me fucking help you or not?”

You bit your lip as you looked nervously at the bike. Jamie gave you can encouraging smile as he held the handle bars and gestured towards it.

“Trust me?”

“Yeah,” you said at last, “I do.”

“Then get on. Not gonna let anything happen, ok.”

“Ok.”

In all honesty, you were surprised about how good of a teach Jamie actually was. You were expecting him to be kind of, well, arrogant about the whole thing. Have an ‘I can do this so why can’t you, it’s easy’ attitude.

“Y’know,” you said after you fell over for what felt like the hundredth time, “Despite me being shit, you’re not a shit teacher.”

“Nah,” Jamie held out his hand, “You’re not that shit. Roy was worse.”

“You taught Roy Kent?” you said as you grasped his hand, “How are you still alive?”

“Just used my natural charm.”

You raised your eyebrows at him as Jamie pulled you to your feet. You felt your cheeks get hot at the contact. You had forgotten just how strong Jamie actually was as he pulled you up and against him. Your eyes locked with his and something unreadable passed across them. You quickly let go of his hand and grabbed the bike again.

“Let’s have another go,” you said as you looked at the ground, “Think I’m getting the hang of this.”

You put your foot on the pedal and pushed down, still distracted by the memory of Jamie’s hand in yours. You hadn’t realised how distracted you actually were until you felt yourself tilting to the side again.

“Woah! Watch it!”

And then Jamie’s hands were on your hips. Warm and steady and making your cheeks heat up even more. He walked behind you, fingers trailing behind you, as he kept you steady. He leant closer and said,

“You alright there?”

“Yep.”

Your voice was strained and behind you Jamie frowned. He knew that if you were really uncomfortable with him then you’d let him know. However, he secretly enjoyed being this close to you.

“Definitely think I’m a worse student than Roy.” you said

“Nah.”

“Really.”

“Wouldn’t lie to ya,” Jamie said, “you’re also better company than that old man.”

“Roy is pretty good company.”

“You get along with everyone. That’s part of your charm.”

“Aww, didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

Jamie coughed awkwardly, glad that you couldn’t see his face.

“Let’s just give this enough go.” He said and without warning gave you a push

You let out a yelp of shock and pushed down on the pedals. To your surprised, instead of falling over you actually managed to ride it. You looked over at Jamie in a mixture shock and joy. Jamie’s face seemed to be the same as yours as he grinned at you. You rode the bike in a wobbly line as you circled shakily around him. You dismounted shakily and you stumbled towards him. Jamie held out his hands to steady you as you said,

“Did you see that?”

“Sure did.”

“Thank you!”

To Jamie’s surprise you flung your arms around him. He was used to getting hugs from his team mates but with you it was different. You were… you were mates. Well, slightly more than that but he wasn’t quite brave enough to take that next step. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if he humiliated himself and lost a mate?

However, with your body pressed against his maybe he could image that you felt the same. Slowly, and slightly unsurely, he raised his arms and returned the hug. You smiled and rested your head against Jamie’s chest and his grip tightened instinctively. Fuck, he never wanted to let you go.

It was then that Jamie noticed that the two of you were unfortunately not alone. Standing at the edge of the green was Coach Beard and Ted. Ted was grinning at the two of you while Beard gave a nod of approval.

Fuck.

He was never going to live this down.

Ted gave Jamie a thumbs up and Jamie just rolled his eyes and flipped them two of them off. He was thankful that you back at facing them. Beard shook his affectionately while Ted gave Jamie a disapproving look. It was at this moment you looked up at him. For a second Jamie was concerned that you had somehow spotted Ted and Beard and would chose to hang out with them. Instead you said,

“Venchi is opening soon. Why don’t I treat you as a thank you?”

“Now then,” Jamie’s smirk return and for a second the grip around your waist tightened, “How can I a refuse an offer like that?”

“Great!”

You broke free from his grip and Jamie couldn’t help but miss the loss of your warmth. However, that was quickly replaced by you linking your arm with his.

“It’s a date?”

He could hear the question in your voice and Jamie quickly glanced down at you. You had a nervous look on your face similar to the one Jamie had on earlier.

“Yeah,” Jamie coughed and said, “It’s a fucking date.”

[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series

dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

[thewritingofamadwoman]

Roy Kent Fluff

Pairing: Roy Kent x Reader

Warnings: So much fluff, it’s sick

Enjoy

The spring breeze felt like heaven across my cheeks as I watched the game unfold before my eyes. Roy stood close behind me, his left arm wrapped around my shoulders lovingly, his elbow by my chin. He continues to chat with Ms. Bowen, and I unconsciously lean forward to place a kiss on his forearm, his arm hair tickling my lips. I had the ridiculous urge to bite him playfully, but I settled for reaching both of my hands up and placing them on his forearm, keeping him in place.

The conversation between Roy and Phoebe’s teacher dwindled as the game continued, the girls running back and forth across the tiny school field as they chased the ball. I let out a whoop of excitement when Phoebe kicked the ball towards the goal. Roy pressed a kiss to my temple, his arm squeezing me to him gently. His lips were warm against my skin and my heart fluttered in my chest. I looked up at him as he towered over me, and offered him a sweet smile.

“Ms Bowen fancies you, you know.” I teased as the teacher walked away to speak with other parents and family members. Roy’s eyebrow ticked up as he smirked, and I nuzzled further back into his embrace.

“No she does not,” he replied but we both knew he was being facetious. Roy turned his attention to the game when the school referee blew the halftime whistle and the girls were sent back to their coaches at the other side of the field. Phoebe turned to look at us and both Roy and I gave her a wave and a thumbs up. She waved back enthusiastically before catching up with the rest of her team.

“Oh yes she does,” I pressed on. “I don’t blame her though. Have you SEEN yourself?” I pretended to swoon and leaned back to look up at him again. Roy ignored me and I continued on.

“You’re the fucking hottest uncle here! You’re rugged, sexy, sweet with the children, not to mention fun, adorable…have I said sexy? Hot as fuck too,” I rambled playfully, watching as Roy fought the grin attempting to break free, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning red as he blushed.

“Alright alright, fuck off, that’s enough,” he grunted, pulling me in closer and this time leaning down to rest his chin on my head. His one arm was still around my shoulders and he placed his other hand on waist.

“It’s true! And don’t even get me started on you with a full fucking beard,” I leaned in closer, conspiratorially. “If I think about it hard enough I’m pretty sure I might cum,” I whispered and Roy barked out a laugh.

“You’re such a fucking little shit,” he growled playfully, and dug his fingers into my right side. I let out a little squeak before giggling, trying to squirm away from his hold. After a few more seconds of torture, Roy relented, chuckling along with me as I tried to catch my breath. Roy placed another sweet kiss on my temple, his voice by my ear.

“She can fancy me all she fucking wants. She’s not the one for me,” he exhaled, and the smile I could hear in his voice most definitely matched the one I was wearing. I turned my head towards him again and my heart fluttered at the way Roy’s eyes bore into mine, his stare full of amusement and love. We were in our own bubble, surrounded by chatting parents and cheering children. Roy leaned forward and I met him halfway, as our lips connected in a soft kiss. We broke apart shortly after, only to be met with Phoebe and her team mates screaming our names to us in a chant from across the field.

“-K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage!!”

The girls laughed and cheered, some even making “Ooooooh” sounds before Roy rolled his eyes at them.

“Oi, focus on the game you little pricks! Ref, blow the fucking whistle!”

I nudged Roy with my elbow at his use of profanity, but most of the parents didn’t say a word, too busy being enamored at having THE Roy Kent in their presence.

“Uncle Roy, that’s another quid for my swear jar!” Phoebe called out.

“Yeah, alright, just put it on my tab!” He replied back loudly so she could hear him.

“Okay! Can we get ice cream later?”

“Yeah, okay fine!” Roy nodded before glaring at the referee who immediately blew the whistle, starting the clock. Phoebe had the biggest smile on her face before jumping right back into the game. I found myself laughing and Roy sighed.

“Don’t sigh, you love this,” I smiled up at him and he nodded back.

“I do,” he agreed, giving me a rare 100-watt smile.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Masterlist 2

NaEmoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find Masterlist 1 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner who he calls daddy (mild ❤️ mentions)

-Moon knight

The moonboys with a male reader whos a stoic tall history teacher

The moonboys (mainly Steven) watching horror movies with alien male reader

The moonboys with a lover who has C-PTSD

The moonboys with omegaverse, with a beta reader.

Moonboys and Khonshu with a touch starved reader

-Namor/kukulkan

“Clipped wings” Part 1 Namor x mutant reader

-Eddie Brock(and venom)

Eddie and Venom with a ftm reader

-Andrew Garfield (tasm) Peter Parker

Peter Parker x deadpool male reader

Spiderverse

-Miguel O’Hara

Miguel O’Hara scent/sweat smut drabble❤️

-Peter B Parker

Peter B Parker with a narcoleptic boyfriend

-Hobie Brown

Hobie Brown with a boyfriend whos a juggalo and a fellow spiderman

Hobie Brown sfw alphabet

Hobie Brown nsfw alphabet ❤️

Hobie Brown x deadpool male reader

Hobie brown x lead guitarist male reader

Hobie Brown x Male reader whos spiderman and the son of Miguel from another dimension

Hobie Brown x insecure male reader

-Pavitr Prabhakar

Pavitr Prabhakar sfw alphabet

-Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir

Spidernoir with a ftm reader

Spidernoir with a lover who keeps touching his web slit/spinnerette ❤️(a little bit)

-Ben Reilly

Ben Reilly is in spider heat and wants nothing more than for you to dominate him ❤️

-Multiple

Miles and Prowler Miles with a black cat reader whos in love with miles, and is dead in earth-42.

Relationship headcanons for Miles Morales, Miguel O'hara and Hobie Brown.

Platonic/parental headcanons for Peter B and Miguel with a spiderman male reader whos very protective

DC

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x male reader cuddling and edging, drabble ❤️

Bruce Wayne x male reader, meeting the family

-Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson x male reader whos a dancer and hero

Dick Grayson x powered male reader whos the son of oliver queen

Dick Grayson x clarks son reader, who are hopelessly in love.

Dick Grayson x Rogue doctor male reader

-Jason Todd

Jason having a depressive episode and the reader takes care of him, so he goes into subspace ❤️

Jason todd x older vigilante male reader, part two (little bit of  ❤️)

Jason Todd x snobby rich male reader with brat taming ❤️

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake x ftm reader, ft cuddling and homemade coffee

Tim Drake x flirty son of Trigon male reader, whos a sorcerer vigilante

Tim Drake x autistic male reader, where they mirror eachother, ft the batfams reaction to that

Being Tim Drakes boyfriend and his family is protective of him

Tim Drake x male reader, pulling all nighters and falling asleep

Tim Drake x older male reader

-Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian with a Alien reader who pretty much adopts him

-Wally West

Wally West with an autistic male reader

FTM Wally West x Male reader with Wally being eaten out drabble❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen x cat burglar male reader

Barry Allen x alien male reader whos culture roughhouses

-Eobard Thawne

Eobard Thawne with a male reader whos just a normal guy.

-Roy Harper

Roy Harper with a villain male reader

-Clark Kent/Kal-el

Clark Kent being flirted with by a rich male reader, instead of reader flirting with Lois

Clark Kent with a kryptonian partner, featuring scent kink and kryptonian words ❤️

-Conner Kent/Kon-El

Conner Kent with a male reader, featuring kryptonian headcanons ❤️(a little)

Conner Kent with a male reader whos culture is similar to kryptonians and who purrs

Conner Kent with a male reader whos stoic around everyone, but cocky and smug with him

Conner Kent with a male reader whos a clone of plastic man.

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan x Red Lantern Czarnian male reader (slight  ❤️)

Hal Jordan x male reader, with a scent/musk kink ❤️

-Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner relationship headcanons

Guy Gardner nsfw alphabet ❤️

Guy Gardner trying to top fellow lantern reader, but being dominated ❤️

Guy Gardner being put in subspace by his star sapphire lover, with sounding ❤️

-John Constantine

Constantine nsfw alphabet ❤️

Constantine with a male reader whos like Dean Winchester from Supernatural

Constantine x tattoo artist male reader (mild ❤️)

-Harvey Dent/Two-Face

Harvey Dent with a male reader who distracts him during work

Harvey Dent/Two-Face cuddle fluff

-Bane

Bane x FTM reader general headcanons

-Minhkhoa Khan/Ghostmaker

Minhkhoa Khan relationship headcanons

-Multiple

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick part 2 🖤

Batboys with a villain reader who constantly flirts with them

DC characters and my personal headcanons for them (ethnicity, gender, etc)

Martian Headcanons

Kryptonian Headcanons

Dick grayson x Wally West x male reader

Platonic batfam with a kid reader whos a clone of jason, raised by the Joker

Platonic Batfam with a sick vigilante male reader who wont rest

Invincible

-Flaxan leader

Flaxan leader with an anti-hero male reader

Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x dark side leaning male reader

Anakin Skywalker x mandalorian reader with cockwarming ❤️

Anakin Skywalker flirting with the reader and making out

-Paz Vizsla

Paz Vizsla x sith male reader, ft Darth Revan and lots of headcanons

Paz Vizsla x ftm reader headcanons

-Din Djarin

Din Djarin adopting a foundling pantoran reader and being a father figure.

FTM Din Djarin getting eaten out in his pilot seat with his armor on ❤️

-Boba Fett

Boba Fett x male reader with gunplay❤️

The Boys

-Billy Butcher

Billy Butcher x male reader whos Homelanders brother

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander x supe male reader whos much more powerful than him ❤️

Homelander dating a ftm reader

-The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz

The Deep x male reader where he gets off just having his gills played with ❤️

-Multiple

A-Train, MM, Frenchie and Hughie as boyfriends, headcanons

Slashers

-Jason Voorhees

Jason with a male reader whos childhood friends who meet again years later

Jason Voorhees nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Chad Martin-Meeks

Chad with a male reader who grew up together and fell in love.

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz with somnophilia ❤️(🖤 cuz theres no explicit consent)

-Poly Ghostface

Billy and Stu with a male reader who has anger issues whos tired of being angry

Billy and Stu comforting their lover who has body dysmorphia

One Piece

-Donquixote Doflamingo

Doflamingo with a lover whos shorter than him

Yandere Doflamingo with a male reader who gets stockholm syndrome ❤️(🖤 a bit, cuz yandere)

Doflamingo x young adult male reader with back pains

-Sir Crocodile

Ftm Sir Crocodile being fucked into submission by the reader ❤️

-Dracule Mihawk

FTM dracule mihawk x service top male reader ❤️

-Red Haired Shanks

Shanks x martial artist male reader whos love language is physical affection and words of affirmation

-Trafalgar D Water Law

Law being Bratty and being punished by a bigger Zoan fruit male reader ❤️

Law with a tall intimidating male reader who everyone thinks is the top (mild  ❤️)

-Vinsmoke/Black Leg Sanji

Sanji being tied up and desperate to touch the reader ❤️

Reader spanking Sanji to let off some steam ❤️

-Roronoa Zoro

Reader punishing/spanking Zoro, but it ends up with them arguing, but making up❤️

-Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate

Whitebeard with a tall male reader whos never been shorter than anyone before ❤️

-Smoker the white hunter

Smoker SFW alphabet

Teen Wolf

-Jackson Whittmore

overall Jackson Whittmore nsfw headcanons ❤️

-Scott McCall

Bottom Scott McCall x kanima-werewolf male reader, ft some tailplay ❤️

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Yandere Rick Prime headcanons 🖤

Ovetime

-Josiah Nguyen

Yandere Josiah headcanons 🖤

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost being secretly married to Soaps brother

Ftm Ghost x male reader smut drabble ❤️

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Ftm Gaz x male reader, pussydrunk reader with overstim, drabble ❤️

-Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Dom rudy headcanons along with a few cute ones ❤️

-Phillip Graves

Graves with a male reader whos gone through a near death experience

Graves with a vampire boyfriend

-Multiple

141 with a male reader who wears a lot of dog tags

Poly Alerudy with a male reader whos childhood best friends and post lovers with Soap

Cod boys with a male reader who wears a mask and has a huge burn scar

Cod boys with a reader who repeats words or phrases they say

Poly alerudy with a short male reader

Alejandro and Graves with a reader who rubs their face against their stubble

Poly alerudy with a tall male reader who is basically a giant cat

Alejandro, Rudy, Graves and Soap with a reader whos create as copying noises

Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, and König with a reader whos a famous volleyball player

Alejandro and Rudy with a mute s/o

141 with an autistic reader who makes noises, like meowing and hissing

Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Graves as pups with petplay❤️

Alejandro and Rudy taking care of their sick and hurt lover

Lookism

-Multiple

Lookism characters with a male reader who has a squishable chest and butt

Barbie (2023)

-Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson

Ken x male reader drabble, where Ken gives the reader head and has a praise kink ❤️

Stereotypical Ken x Male reader x Pompadour Ken where they compete whos best ❤️

Baldurs Gate 3

-Astarion Ancunín

Astarion with a Bard Tiefling male reader, random headcanons

Fight Club

Jack/The Narrator

Jack x medical staff male reader (drabble, from jacks pov)

-multiple

Tyler Durden and Jack “The narrator” throuple relationship headcanons

Scott Pilgrim Takes off

-Todd Ingram

Helping Todd Ingram get over his crush on Wallace and it leads to make outs.

-Stephen Stills

Stephen Stills x male reader meeting in a club ❤️

My Hero Academia

-Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Reformed Enji with a hero male reader whos very flirty when they are on patrol

Jujutsu Kaisen

-Nanami Kento

Nanami giving dom/top reader aftercare (mild  ❤️)

[burnthoneydrops]

Hi could you please possibly write and imagine where Jamie tartt surprises you at work (I work in childcare) cause he knows it’s been a stressful day. Thank you

Proud of You (j.t. x teacher!reader)

pairing: jamie tartt x teacher!reader

warnings: language

word count: 742

a/n: awww this request was so cute! It got kinda weird in the middle but i thought it was funny so enjoy!

Cooking breakfast was the only thing currently calming you down. Your first day as a new teacher was freaking you out, but right now, you were just focused on not overcooking your eggs. As you pushed the eggs around in the pan, your phone buzzed. Jamie texted you, wishing you good luck on your first day, as he knows how nervous you’ve been for basically the whole summer. You adore the idea of being a teacher, but now that it’s actually a reality, you’re feeling a little more apprehensive than you thought. 

After finishing up breakfast, you’re packing your bag when you get a FaceTime call. “Hey love, what’s up?” You ask, now staring at Jamie’s face through a screen. 

“Just finished training with Roy, wanted to see how you were feeling,” he explains. Training with Roy was something they started last season, before Roy became the new manager, and even though he technically didn’t need to anymore, you thought it was cute. 

“Oh, you know, fucking nervous but trying not to show it”. 

“Afraid it might manifest and you’ll actually have something to worry about?” Jamie tilts his head. This boy knew you so well.

“Yeah, but if I don’t think about it, it’ll be fine. How was training?” 

“Good, yeah. Roy’s knee is still bothering him, though he insists that it’s not”. You grab your bag, placing it over your shoulder before you open your front door, grabbing your water bottle and keys on your way out. 

“He knows he doesn’t have to keep doing this right?”

“Yeah, I tell him all the time but we keep doing it anyway,” Jamie sighs, though you know he also likes the one-on-one time. “Alright well I’ll let you drive off. You’re gonna smash it babe, no doubt”. He fist bumps you through the screen. 

“Thanks love, I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” 

“Sounds good”. You say your goodbyes and hang up. Now you’re sitting in your car with nothing but a black phone screen and your thoughts. Instead of dwelling too much in the dark abyss that is your anxiety, you decide to blast some music as you pull out of the driveway, hoping you won’t have a noise complaint from your neighbours later. 

The kids are an absolute nightmare. Sure, they’re seated comfortably on the reading rug, but you can see them judging you behind their curious eyes and- calm down! They’re just nine year olds, what are they going to do? It’s not too long into story time that your headmaster knocks on the door and alerts you that all the children are to meet in the gymnasium for a surprise assembly. You gather all the children in a straight line and walk them to their desired location before sitting them down in a row at the front of the collection of benches. 

“Now, we’ve got a special guest- or two special guests for you rather. Please, put your hands together for…AFC Richmond’s new manager Roy Kent and star player Jamie Tartt!” The headmaster starts the round of clapping as he steps aside. Jamie and Roy waltz in front of the children, and you have to keep your jaw clenched, lest it fall open in surprise. 

“Well, as you all may remember from last time, I’m not much for public speaking or school, but this time I’m Richmond manager, so we thought it might be good to have an updated fuck-about, and teach you lot some new tricks”. The kids all start to cheer as Roy swings his arm, signalling to them to move to the playground. As they all start walking, Jamie lingers behind just to catch up with you, tapping you on the shoulder lightly. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” You question, keeping a slow pace with him. 

“Convinced old Royo to do another school visit so I could come see you, that’s all”. 

You throw your arms around his neck and stop both of you in your tracks. “You are the sweetest boyfriend on the planet Jamie Tartt”. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “not in front of the kiddos,” he picks your arms off of him. “How are they by the way?” 

“About as scary as I thought, but I think I’ll make do”. 

“Proud of you babe, always am,” Jamie sneaks an arm around your waist as the two of you keep walking. He always did know how to keep a smile on your face.

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request rules!

HOW TO REQUEST

— requests can be sent through my inbox! aka the button on my profile that says request

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS "___ x reader (blank)" WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION! GIVE ME A PLOT IDEA! And if you want include a prompt you want in it!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

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male, female, and gender neutral reader

or no reader, I do ships too!!

alternative universe: soulmates, coffee shop, roommates, royal, bookstore, fake relationship, coworkers, neighbors, flower shop, library, bodyguard, modern era, band/rockstar, celebrity, mermaid, pirate, teachers (you can also mix them in your request, like asking for bookstore and coffee shop au! if that makes sense)

Headcanons, one-shots, drabble, imagine, etc.

poly relationships, whether it be character x reader x character or character x character x character 

angst

fluff

smut

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

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illegal ships (incest or underage)

dark or yandere

abuse

abortion

pregnancy

omega verse

someone having cancer

rape/sexual assault

canonically gay characters with fem identifying readers/characters, same thing with canonically lesbian characters with masc identifying readers/characters (platonically is fine, romantically isnt)

character list

bolded means they’re my favorite characters to write!

DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

TED LASSO

Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton

STRANGER THINGS

Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston

MARVEL

Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

[more to be added]

911 FOX

Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Howie Han

STAR WARS

Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

[more to be added]

HARRY POTTER

— golden trio era

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy

— marauders era

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

— legacy era

Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

[zoethespiritwolf]

Request page

I have decided to open up a request page here on Tumblr where you can see what kind of requests for fanfics I can write. Please submit these requests in the ‘Ask me anything‘ section.

You can also send some questions about me there as well and I will try to reply as soon as possible. The same thing goes about the requests - I will try to do them as soon as possible.

Anyway, here are the rules:

I won’t write:

OC x character fanfics (example: Bucky Barnes x Lucinda)

Character x character (both from the same fandom and different fandoms, I may end up throwing this kind of ship in one of the oneshots, but they won’t be the main focus on the story)

Lemons (I might include a sneak peek and will do NSFW alphabet headcannons, but that’s as far as it will go, no full lemon)

I will write:

LGBTQ+ ships

Fluff, SFW and NSFW alphabet headcannons

Headcanons (in general)

Yandere scenarios

AU’s (for example ‘Hamilton AU! Undertale‘)

Teacher/mentor x reader relationships (platonic!!!)

Parent/daughter scenarios (example: Lafayette x daughter!reader)

Characters (mostly the reader) with mental, physical and other problems (anorexia, depression, autism, ADHD, PTSD, etc.)

Character deaths (main characters included)

POC! Reader x character ships

Angst

Fluff

Here are the fandoms/themes/characters I will write for:

Hamilton:

Alexander Hamilton

Elizabeth Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Lafayette

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Aaron Burr

ROTG:

Bunnymund

Jack Frost

Sandy

Tooth

Pitch Black

ATLA (Avatar the Last Airbender + Legend of Korra):

Sokka

Katara

Zuko

Princess Yue

Iroh II

Mako

Korra

Bolin

Asami

Kuvira

Suyin

Opal

Dreamworks (no TV series, only movies):

Moses (Prince of Egypt)

Rameses II (Prince of Egypt)

Hiccup (HTTYD (All Movies))

Astrid (HTTYD)

Miraculous Ladybug:

Luka

Adrian

Marinette

Alya

Chloe

Felix (the anime version)

Six: the musical:

Catherine of Aragon

Anne Boleyn

Jane Seymour

Anna of Cleves

Catherine Howard

Catherine Parr

Voltron the legendary defender (all seasons):

Keith

Shiro

Lance

Allura

Lotor

The Arcana: A Mystic Romance :

Asra

Julian

Portia

Nadia

Valerius

Lucio

Muriel

The Irregulars

Sherlock Holmes

Bea

Leopold

Billy

Spike

Jessy

Vatson (platonic mostly)

This page might be edited at some point so be sure to check it out from time to time for any changes.

All of the finished work that I have uploaded from my Wattpad account to Tumblr you can see on my Masterlist page.

Anyway, happy reading and requesting!

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mobile masterlist

LAST UPDATED- 11/25/17

headcanon tag

inspiration tag

playlist tag

writing tag

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

drabbles

hold me close

can i kiss you?

Frank Castle

drabbles

the verge

making out

you don’t need to protect me + come home with me

doing something sweet

forehead kiss

are you wearing my clothes?

kiss me like you mean it

you just spilt coffee all over my pants and now trying to wipe it off in front of all these people

you’re my new neighbor and we’ve never spoken but you saw me shoveling snow all day and i guess it must be pretty obvious how cold i am because you brought me a jacket and hot cocoa

come back to bed kisses

this horrible umbrella won’t extend! oh shit i just hit you in the stomach/crotch! im so sorry!

oneshots

sweet treats

Jean Grey

drabbles

we’re the heads of the two rival gangs with just our guns, tactical knowledge and a hell of a lot of sexual tension

oneshots

sleepover

Logan Howlett

drabbles

it’s been seen fucking years and thats all you have to say?

Peter Maximoff

drabbles

why do i love you?

post break up kiss

Pietro Maximoff

oneshots

pumpkin carving

series

sick day (complete)

part i

part ii

Hank McCoy

drabbles

nervous

forehead kiss

having their hair washed by the other

museum

patching up a wound

pajama day

can we cuddle?

could you please stop saying “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell”???? it’s fucking physics

i accidentally spilled hydrochloric acid on you and you had to take your shirt off

is that my shirt?

i tell my friends i come to the cafe you work at because they have the world’s greatest milkshakes but i love the little notes you leave me scrawled on napkins every time you take my order and you smile at me like the sun from across counter tops

pfft, i’m not jealous

I have something to say. Three words, eight letters. I…got food

firm kiss

things you said on new years eve

oneshots

clueless

the many sleeping positions of hank mccoy and his wife

not real

series

caught in the act (complete)

part i

part ii (nsfw)

part iii (nsfw)

hiraeth (incomplete)

part i

Ororo Munroe

drabbles

experimenting with body paint

Matt Murdock

drabbles

it’s too early

pain in the ass

are you kidding me?

beautiful sounds

scar kisses

aggressive kiss

stomach kiss

first day

things you said with no space between us

things you said while holding my hand

lets keep this between the two of us

did you think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking out of bed every night?

oneshots

nap time

are you staying?

don’t panic

candles, home and a messy room (nsfw)

the future

ring (nsfw)

series

crimson. (incomplete)

part i

part ii

Steve Rogers

oneshots

an artist’s hand

Alex Summers

drabbles

cuddling in a blanket fort

you’re beautiful, you know that?

giving each other presents

kissing me breaks the promise

is this your first time

take my jacket, it’s cold outside

the way i said i love you + muffled from the other side of the door

did you get my letter?

Alex Summers x Hank McCoy (Polya)

drabbles

holding hands and watching the world end

Scott Summers

drabbles

things you said after we fell in love

basorexia

don’t you dare tell me you love me

Kurt Wagner

drabbles

let’s skip dinner and go straight to dessert

it’s just a cut really

wearing each others clothes

spiderman kiss

oneshots

sleepy homecoming

colorful glass

Warren Worthington III

drabbles

jealousy

one song glory

things you said under the stars and in the grass

just make sure you’ve eaten + how about you make me?

i can’t fall in love with you i don’t want all the pain that comes with it

paintball

a little bit risky

kissing in front of the fireplace

halloween is better// let’s have hallowmas

let’s watch stupid christmas movies and get wasted

shoulder kiss

blush

acquainted

i don’t want you

heated kisses with gasps in between, hands tugging at clothes and exploring skin, bodies pressed close. giving in.

stomach kiss

does that line ever work?

patching a wound

im sorry, babe, im just not in the mood today, could we cuddle instead please

lazy morning kisses

she loves you, and her eyes are closed, and didnt your mother ever tell you not to leave a good thing waiting

DC

Tim Drake

drabbles

watching porn together (nsfw)

tell me how good this feels

who crawls through someones window at 1am for ice cream

Dick Grayson

drabbles

a hoarse whisper “kiss me” and licks their lips and says “please”

the way i said i love you + over and over again

first kiss

i hope you’re happy

calling each other by a pet name

sending steamy selfies

im sick of being the other girl

chest kisses

i waited for you but you never showed

i bought dick shaped popsicles 

i think we might have gotten married

touching noses

moving around while kissing

i dont think i can do this anymore

you’re not the one

friends aren’t allowed to kiss one another

running their thumbs over each others lips

Roy Harper

drabbles

unbreakable kiss

Clark Kent

drabbles

someone straddling the other while they’re trying to read and slowly getting them to put the book away

Sara Lance

drabbles

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

soulmate au

Ray Palmer

drabbles

you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen

office romance (drabble series) (part i) (part ii) (part iii)

you’re ridiculously comfortable + but i dont want to get up yet

Jaime Reyes

drabbles

i’d run my hands through your hair forever

you’ll stare god right in the eye and tell him that if loving her is a sin then you want no place in heaven

i remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror

this isn’t who i am

Leonard Snart

drabbles

bridge of nose kiss

Jason Todd

drabbles

im a good girl with high standards from my parents and youre the local criminal under house arrest but i like you au

the way i said i love you + when i am dead

making a sex tape (nsfw)

taking nude photos together (nsfw)

close your eyes and memorize each others faces with your fingers

i never loved you

i thought you didnt want me

things you said when no one else was around

snapping necks and cashing checks is what i do

things you said when you thought i was asleep

wanna dance?

things you said when i was crying

did you really just kiss them?

series

eros (incomplete)

part i

part ii

part iii

Bruce Wayne

drabbles

mamihlapinatapei

the way i said i love you + with no space left between us + as we huddle together, the storm raging outside (nsfw)

the first time talking about the future together

oneshots

lull

damian wayne

oneshots

lull (parent!reader)

Wally West

drabbles

wake up kisses pressed gently to the column of A’s neck or the underside of B’s jaw

merman au

school teacher au

punks can get scared of thunder storms too

i have you shoved against the wall but now i can’t stop looking at your mouth

i’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you saying anything else

morning kisses

Wondertrev

oneshots

more time

Criminal Minds

Luke Alvez

oneshots

arrival.

Spencer Reid

drabbles

i need you to help me reach the top shelf

The Man From Uncle

Illya Kuryakin

drabbles

her gaze is too gentle. you will not be the one to tell her that not everything can be fixed with a smile

Star Trek

Jim Kirk

drabbles

things you said with my lips on your neck

things you said with no space between us

reunion kiss

i have a gigantic crush on you and you called me on the phone while i was masturbating but i picked up anyway

what a pretty blush

oneshots

incipient

six stages of falling in love

Voltron Legendary Defender

Lance McClain

if i die i’m never speaking to you again

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Don't Need No Butterflies When You Give Me the Whole Damn Zoo

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirty Roy being flirty

1.3k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

“Twenty-three, twenty-four,” you mumbled to yourself as wriggling students piled onto the bus, chattering and calling out to friends they wanted to sit with.

Once all twenty-four kids were onboard, you turned to the chaperones, avoiding a certain pair of brown eyes as you tried to remind yourself that you were working.

“You can all go ahead,” you announced. “Sit anywhere you like.”

The chaperones moved past you, murmuring thank yous as you waved them aboard. A couple mums, a grandmother, a dad, and one ridiculously handsome uncle. The last one stopped, raising his thick eyebrows at you and nodding towards the bus.

“Ladies first,” he insisted in that gorgeous voice, placing his hand on the small of your back.

Your knuckles were practically white as you gripped your clipboard, letting Roy Kent urge you to climb up the bus steps. Pretending that you weren’t blushing furiously, you confirmed numbers with the driver and took the window seat by the bus door. To your surprise, Roy nodded to the seat next to you.

“Think I could join you?” His thick eyebrows were knitted together . “Pheebs decided to sit with Kokoruda. Don’t want to look like a fucking loser, sitting alone.”

Your lack of hesitation was almost embarrassing. “Of course,” you squeaked, scooching closer to the window. “But if a kid gets carsick, I will have to bump you for them.”

His smile had your stomach doing flips. “Well, here’s hoping no one gets sick then.” He took the empty seat, letting his fingers brush against yours as he got comfortable.

The drive to the zoo was simultaneously the shortest and longest ride of your life. Roy quietly chatted with you, telling you how excited Pheobe was for the trip, how relieved he was to have a day away from Jamie Tartt; he was even thoughtful enough to ask you about the novel you’d mentioned during your lunch together, asking you if you’d made any progress in the thick book. It was almost… disappointing when you pulled up at the zoo and had to jump back into teacher mode.

Once you managed to get everyone inside the zoo, you made sure each child knew who their adult was and gave each chaperone their group list and a map of the zoo. You gave quick instructions about where to meet for lunch and dismissed groups to go enjoy their morning, doing your best to ignore the way Roy’s eyes lingered on you.

Before you could lead your group in the direction of the giraffe exhibit, Jack’s dad placed a firm hand on your shoulder.

“Should we get your number?” he asked, wearing that smirk you often saw during drop-offs. “In case we need to get in touch with you. Emergencies and such, you know.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw Roy clench his jaw as Phoebe tried to steer him towards the lions.

You shook your head quickly. “It’s fine. If you need me, just use the messaging app like normal. I’ll be checking it all day, I promise.” Your smile was tight as you took a step back, away from his hand that loitered a bit too long; Roy was still frozen in place, just staring at you.

Roy knew you didn’t like the attention from dads like Jack’s; even if you hadn’t explicitly told him, he’d figure that you weren’t the type of person to like their lingering gazes and overly friendly touches. You were too good, too kind, too sweet. But still, seeing the sharkish smile aimed at you had his chest feeling tight and his skin burning.

His chest tightened in a different way when you smiled at him before leading your group on its way. You might not like attention from students’ parents, but you seemed to be just fine with attention from smitten uncles. And for that, Roy was grateful.

It was an easy morning, leading your students from exhibit to exhibit. Just before lunch, your students insisted on a trip to the reptile house. Deciding that you had enough time, you let them wander through the dark hut, gasping and pointing at the snakes and lizards and other creepy crawlies.

Suddenly, as you leaned against a rocky wall and did your head count, you realized there was double the number you were expecting.

“Not a fan of snakes and lizards?”

Roy Kent appeared next to you, looking cooler than you felt as he leaned casually on that same wall.

You chuckled and folded your arms. “Snakes and lizards, yes. The tarantula in that corner over there, not so much.”

“Don’t worry,” Roy tutted quietly, loud enough for only you to hear. “I can protect you.” His hand found your lower back, his thumb brushing the spot where the back of your shirt rode up just a little to reveal a peek of bare skin.

Your breath hitched at his touch, prompting raised eyebrows from him. While his face was amused, his eyes were soft, assuring you that, if you asked, he’d stop touching you, he’d step back and put a respectable distance between you.

But you’d never ask that.

Instead, you smiled shyly up at him, thankful for the darkness that hid your furious blush. “Thanks, Coach,” was all you could manage.

“Anytime.”

The two of you stayed like that, watching the children explore the reptile exhibit with small smiles on your faces, neither of you knowing what to say next. Finally, the alarm on your phone went off, reminding you about lunch. Roy reluctantly let go of you, but walked close as your little groups scampered ahead to the picnic area.

“You’re fun to watch,” he murmured after you answered a student’s random question about why the sky is blue. “With the kids, I mean. Fucking natural.”

His praise had your blush returning. “Thanks.” Feeling bold, you nudged him gently. “But might want to watch the language around the kids, Coach.”

He laughed at your reprimand. “Sorry ’bout that.” He leaned in close, his gruff voice dripping with flirtation. “Don’t suppose that means I have a detention now?”

Every ounce of boldness melted away. “Oh, I, um…” You cleared your throat. “Better make sure everyone has their lunches, hmm?”

Roy watched you as you strolled from table to table, checking on your students and chaperones, the picture of amiability with your smiles. You were in jeans; he hadn’t seen you in jeans before. He liked you in jeans, he decided. Those jeans would probably look great with a Greyhounds kit. One with a number six on the back, perhaps.

The tips of his ears burned when you glanced over and caught him clearly staring. Your shy grin assured him that you didn’t mind; heck, you almost looked like you were enjoying his attention. After checking on the other groups, you finally made your way over to his table, beaming down at Phoebe and her classmates.

“Everyone’s good here?”

The kids showed off their sandwiches and chips and desserts, assuring you that they were set. After acting adequately impressed by their lunches, you nodded to Roy.

“And you, Coach? Got something to eat?”

Roy shrugged, sheepish grin on his face. “Was so busy making Phoebe’s lunch, I fucking forgot to make mine.” He laughed at the grimace on your face. “Effing forgot to make mine,” he corrected. “Sorry.”

By the time he finished apologizing, you’d already reached into your little backpack and pulled out your sandwich, already cut in half, and offered it to him. “Want some?”

“Thanks,” he huffed, taking half and pretending his heart didn’t skip a beat at your thoughtfulness. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he took a bite; how the fuck did you manage to make a simple ham and cheese sandwich taste so good?

You watched him eat, amused by the image of Roy Kent, football legend, infamous grouch, chomping on half a ham sandwich, with his little niece snug against him. He was a one-of-a-kind guy, different from anyone you’d ever dated. Heck, different from anyone you’d ever met.

As you smiled at each other across the picnic table, you couldn’t help but wonder: was Roy Kent ever going to ask you on a proper date?

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

First Day of School

Oh no, Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader twice in one day? I might have a new obsession...

Just a little blurb about their first meeting on the first day of school 🍎

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

“Smile, Pheebs. I’m sending this to your mum.” Roy aimed his mobile to take a picture of his niece.

First day of school. A fucking nightmare, really. The sounds of kids shrieking as they embraced after summer holiday, teachers trying to corral people towards the correct classrooms, little ones sobbing, parents sobbing.

At least Phoebe was happy, all smiles in her uniform and pigtails. And that made the morning Roy would be spending fighting his way back out of the parking lot worth being the person on drop-off duty today.

“I could get one of the two of you if you like.”

Roy turned his head. You smiled at him, looking like the last bit of summer in your dress and white sneakers. He felt something in his stomach lurch and wondered if he looked as red as he felt.

You offered a small wave to his niece. “Phoebe, right? I’ll be your teacher this year.” You offered your name and a handshake to the girl; Roy liked the way you seemed to treat her like a tiny adult, rather than like a toddler, the way some teachers did. “And you’re her uncle Roy, right?”

He shook your extended hand, amazed by how soft it felt in his. “Yeah. That’s me.”

“Lovely to meet you.” You gestured towards the phone that he clutched like a life preserver. “How about that photo then?”

Roy handed it over and crouched down next to Phoebe, wrapping his arm around her, offering a real smile. You quickly snapped a couple of shots before handing back his phone.

“Hopefully there’s a couple of good ones in there,” you murmured, doing your best not to stare too hard at the football star.

He didn’t bother looking at them. “I’m sure there are.”

Realizing that you were, indeed, staring at Roy Kent, you cleared your throat. “Right. Well, I’ll let you say your goodbyes.” You turned to Phoebe, plastering on that teacher smile, the bright, friendly one that you’d practiced in the mirror that morning. “And I will see you in a bit.”

As you turned to speedwalk to your classroom so you could try to remember how to breathe before facing twenty-four eight-year-olds, you heard your name called in a deliciously gruff voice. When you glanced over your shoulder, Roy was looking at you.

He took a step closer to close the space between you. “If you need anything this year, let me know. I’d love to help.” He cleared his throat. “My sister works a lot, but I’m available. To help, I mean.” He shrugged. “I’ll be coaching the girls’ football team, but seriously. Fucking- shit, sorry- effing field trips or class parties. Whatever.” He pulled his wallet out and opened it, plucking out a business card; he made a mental note to thank Keeley for making him get some. “My email’s there. Phone number too. Anything you need at all.” He let his eyes drift briefly over your figure before settling back on your face. “Gimme a call.”

Suddenly trembling, you took the business card from him. “Oh. Wow. Thank you, er, Coach Kent.” Your smile felt too big, too annoying. “I’ll see you around.”

You spun around, desperate to get away from those eyes and that leather jacket. Your fingertips tingled when you heard that deep voice hum, “Looking forward to it.”

It was going to be a long year.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

I Think He Knows

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirty Roy being flirty

0.9k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

“I’ll take a burger,” you murmured as you handed the waitress your menu. Once she was gone, you had no choice but to look at the bearded man smiling across from you.

“A burger,” he repeated teasingly. “I like a woman with an appetite.”

Damn, you wished you had a menu to stare at. Or a waitress to pay attention to. Or a telly playing a football match behind his head that could distract you. But no, the only place for your eyes to land was Roy Kent.

As if he could hear the way your mind was racing, he cocked his head at you. “Is this alright? Having lunch?” He shrugged. “I just figured… I don't fucking know.”

His nerves were finally showing through all the confident teasing he’d been doing since he extended the invitation; funnily enough, that helped you to relax a bit. “No, it’s nice,” you assured him. “It was really sweet of you to invite me.” Despite your own anxiousness, you grinned. “You’re letting me pay though, right? It’s my turn.”

The laugh that came out of his mouth had your chest feeling warm. “I already fucking told you, you’re not paying for this. If you want to pay, you can invite me out.”

“Fine,” you laughed, pretending the idea of asking Roy Kent out wasn’t sickeningly exciting.

From there, the conversation was pretty easy. You swapped stories about managing a football team and a classroom, laughing at how ridiculously similar the jobs could be. He told you all about his career, his relationship with Phoebe, the books he liked. You couldn’t help feeling embarrassed that you were surprised by how well-read he was; he listed off classics and bestsellers alike, gushing about plot twists that had his jaw on the floor. You countered with your own favorites, as well as stories about your time in uni, feeling like they were inadequate to his tales about representing his country on the pitch. By the intense look on his face though, you’d think that the time your old roommate and you drunkenly sang in a Tesco and got banned from it was just as fascinating as international football.

When the check came, you didn’t bother trying to grab it; instead, you simply smiled at Roy and offered a soft thank you. He winked at you as he slipped the waitress his card and leaned across the table after she disappeared.

“Phoebe told me you have a field trip on Thursday. The zoo, was it?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it’ll be pretty fun. Just need a couple more chaperones though.”

“How about me?” His face was earnest, as if he was begging for the opportunity to go on a primary school field trip.

“You want to come?” you asked with a laugh. “You want to get on a bus with two dozen eight-year-olds and go to the zoo on a hot day and make sure no one falls into the lion’s enclosure? Really?”

His smirk was intoxicating. “You’ll be there, right?”

“Supposedly,” you teased, praying you didn’t look too thrilled at the thought of him joining your class at the zoo. “But honestly, Coach, it’s alright. You really don’t have to-”

“I want to,” he assured you quickly. “I like the idea of helping you out.” The waitress returned with his card, which he slipped into his wallet as he stood. “Ready then?”

No. You weren’t ready. You had no desire to end lunch, to say goodbye to Roy Kent, to have to wait until the next morning drop-off to see that devilish smile that made your entire body purr. But you couldn’t say that; so instead you walked side by side back to the school, chatting about the girls’ team and how much they loved playing for Roy.

Instead of parting ways in the parking lot, Roy walked you to your car, watching the way you fiddled with your keys, the way you often did when he was around. Probably a nervous habit, he decided. A cute nervous habit.

“Thanks again for coming to the match,” he murmured, leaning in close. “The girls loved seeing you. You should make sure you come to more of our games.” He smirked. “As long as your boyfriend doesn’t mind losing you to me and the girls on Saturday mornings.”

He savored the way your eyes widened. “Oh, no,” you all but shouted. “I, um, don’t have a boyfriend.”

Roy raised his eyebrows at you. “No? I thought I saw a picture of you and some guy on your desk. The two of you looked pretty damn cozy.” He shrugged. “Figured that was your fella.”

You shook your head adamantly. “No, no, that’s a friend of mine. Ms. Bowen suggested it, to try to fend off the creepy dads,” you explained, realizing how silly it all sounded.

“Fend off the creepy dads?” Roy repeated, not hiding his grin as you nodded. He leaned against your car, the picture of flirtation. “Well, fuck, it almost worked on me.”

The mischief in his eyes had you speaking before you could think. “I’m happy it didn’t.”

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

His smile widened. “Yeah?”

Immediately losing any sense of boldness you’d had, you shrank away from him, averting your gaze. “Thank you again. For lunch.” You unlocked your car, desperate for something to distract you from those brown eyes. “You really didn’t have to treat.”

Roy opened your door for you with a casual shrug. “Just means you have to invite me out sometime. Then maybe I’ll let you pay.”

You slid into the driver’s seat, willing yourself to look up to that gorgeous face. “Maybe I will,” you hummed. “Have a good weekend, Coach.” With that, you closed the door and offered him a small wave, one that held the smallest hint of flirtation.

It was enough to have Roy Kent grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day.

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Hey Jealousy

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, jealous reader, Keeley being a menace

1.9k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

At the school, 9:30. See you there!

You re-read Roy Kent’s text for the millionth time as you got ready. He had invited you to the scrimmage; not a parent, not the girls, Roy. That meant something, right? After the ice cream and the dancing and all the smiles, it had to mean something.

Some silly love song played on your phone as you pulled on a jean jacket over your simple dress, the cute kind you liked to wear to work, choosing to keep your hair down instead of pulling it up, and putting on your normal amount of makeup instead of your light weekend look. Alright, so you were dolling yourself up for Roy Kent. So what? He was a gorgeous footballer who blushed when you were around. You’d be crazy not to be excited about him.

When you stopped at the coffee shop around the corner to get yourself a cup, you decided to do something uncharacteristically bold: you bought a cup for Roy Kent. You tossed a few sweeteners in your pocket, wondering how Roy liked his coffee. Maybe you could ask him when you gave him this cup. Maybe you could suggest the two of you grab coffee sometime.

The idea floated around your mind as you walked to the field, vibrating with anticipation. You’re here for the girls, you reminded yourself as you got closer to the pitch. You’re here to see your students. To cheer them on and support them.

Oh, who were you kidding?

Roy’s face lit up at the sight of you. “Morning!” he called, eyes drawn to the two cups in your hand as he approached. “Rough night?”

“Oh.” Suddenly, the boldness that urged you to buy the second cup disappeared. “Um, thought you might, I dunno, need a cup?” You held out the paper cup, suddenly feeling like you’d done exactly the wrong thing. “Besides, I owe you, remember?”

Roy felt his entire body soften at the anxious look on your face. Fuck. You had to be the biggest sweetheart he’d ever met in his fucking life. “Wow,” he murmured, taking the coffee you offered. “Thanks.”

“I, uh, got you some sweetener. Didn’t know how you like it.” You pulled the packets out of your pocket, wincing when a couple fell onto the grass.

Clearly amused, Roy bent down and picked up the packets, stuffing them into his own pocket. “I drink it black,” he said simply. After a moment, he smiled. “Thank you. Honestly. That’s… that’s very sweet of you.” Roy wanted to punch himself; sweet. He never called things sweet.

But you? Yeah, you were sweet.

“Oi! Coach! Get your butt over here!”

Your smile faltered when you saw the blonde woman waving at Roy from the sideline. Gorgeous; of course she was gorgeous. She was the kind of beautiful that made you want to go home, crawl into bed, and forget you’d ever met Roy Kent.

Roy was too busy reeling from the fact that you’d brought him coffee to notice the sudden change in your expression. “Better get to the team,” he chuckled. “Wish us luck, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. Fucking idiot, you thought as Roy saluted to you and hustled over to the waiting team and the beautiful woman who smiled at him. You stood alone on the sideline, offering tense smiles to the parents who waved at you, pretending to watch the girls settle on the pitch. Although you tried to watch the match, your eyes kept wandering to Roy and that woman. She cheered loudly for the team, calling out the names of your students with enthusiasm, especially for Phoebe.

Obviously Roy Kent had a girlfriend. Why wouldn’t he? He was gorgeous, and kind, and funny, and doted on his niece, not to mention famous. Had you really been dumb enough to think he’d be available, let alone interested in you?

It was a miserable first half of the scrimmage. You couldn’t recall anything about who scored or who made what play or who got fouled. All you could focus on was the way the woman chattered in Roy’s ear as he coached, prompting playful eyerolls and light shoves and smirks from the gaffer, eyerolls and shoves and smirks you wished you were receiving.

When the half ended, Roy gathered the girls, shouting about how well they’d done and what they needed to adjust. Once the girls were settled in the grass with their waters, the woman nudged Roy, nodding in your direction. With another perfect eyeroll, Roy strolled over, the beautiful woman in tow.

“This is Keeley,” he huffed simply, nodding towards the woman who was smiling broadly at you.

“Hi!” she chirped, shaking your hand warmly. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard loads about you.” You were so busy feeling humiliated, you missed the teasing look she shot a blushing Roy.

Damn it. She was nice. Of course she was nice; nice and annoyingly gorgeous, that was the kind of woman Roy Kent would be with. As you mumbled something about it being nice to meet her, you realized you recognized her from an advertisement you’d seen in a magazine. A model. Roy was dating a beautiful, friendly model. Yeah, that made much more sense than Roy Kent dating a teacher.

Keeley’s gaze shifted back and forth between you and Roy, recognizing the eager look on Roy’s face. “Gonna go give the girls their orange slices,” she hummed. “See you in a minute, Roy-o.”

You watched Keeley walk away, unable to take your eyes off of her and terrified of looking at Roy. “She’s pretty,” you murmured, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Hmm?” Roy blinked a few times, finally noting the way you avoided his gaze. “Keeley? Yeah, sure.” He took a small step towards you. “But look at you,” he mused, his eyes trailing down your figure. “Still being a fucking distraction, huh?” He raised his eyebrows at you. “I like that dress.”

Dammit. It felt like you were about to cry like a silly child when you huffed and folded your arms. “Careful, Coach. Best not let your girlfriend hear you.”

Roy stared at you in utter confusion, brows furrowed and mouth open. “My girl-?” His eyes widened. “Oh fuck.” The way he rapidly shook his head was almost comical. “No, no, no. Keeley’s not my girlfriend. She’s my friend. I mean, she used to be my girlfriend. But she’s not anymore. We’re just friends. And she and Pheebs are really close still. But we’re just-”

“Oh my God, she gets it Roy, you’re single and very available.”

Roy had been so busy trying to reassure you, he’d missed Keeley walking back over, holding a plastic bowl of sliced oranges and wearing a shit-eating grin. She held out the bowl to you with a wink; you felt like you had no choice but to take a slice.

“He’s right, by the way,” Keeley pipped up. “We’re just friends. Broke up ages ago.” She leaned in close and fake-whispered, “The sex was just too good.”

It was hard to decide if you or Roy was flushing more furiously, but either way Keeley felt a smug satisfaction. For weeks now she’d watched Roy practically sprint out of the building to pick up Phoebe and listened to him mumble about how nice Phoebe’s teacher was as he tried to fight a smile. Keeley knew what Roy looked like when he was smitten, and it was painfully obvious now. And, if the way your face fell when you’d first spotted Keeley was any indication, the attraction was very mutual.

“Bye Keeley,” Roy huffed, shoving the giggling blonde away. He turned to you, suddenly bashful. “Sorry about her,” he mumbled. “See you after the match, yeah?”

Pretending that your heart wasn’t slamming into your chest and fighting off a grin, you nodded. “See you after,” you echoed.

Not his girlfriend, you thought to yourself, munching on the orange slice Keeley had given you. She’s not his girlfriend.

His insistent words echoed through your head during the second half, bouncing around while you cheered on your students to a thrilling win. It was a good thing they won, because nothing could wipe the goofy smile off of your face, especially when Roy Kent flashed you a grin before addressing his team with gruff expletives that had the girls giggling.

Once the girls were dismissed, they scrambled over to you, thanking you for coming with smiles and hugs. You returned their embraces, telling them how well they’d done and trying to ignore the gaze of their coach. Finally, only Phoebe lingered by you, chattering rapidly about the goal she’d scored in the second half.

“-and then, did you see the way I dribbled right past number seven? And then-”

“Hey Phoebe!” Keeley waved the girl over. “Could you help me pack up the snacks?”

Your student took off, intent on getting her hands on the leftover crisps and treats Keeley had passed out to the team, leaving you alone with her smirking uncle. He raised his eyebrows at you, mouth half-open, words caught in his throat. Finally, he gave a little cough and remembered how to speak.

“Thanks for coming. I… I’m glad you came.”

Roy Kent was glad you came.

The smile you wore must have been massive, but for once you didn’t care. “I am too.”

Before either of you could do anything other than stand there, smiling stupidly and blushing, Keeley and Phoebe sauntered over, hand in hand. Keeley smirked at the sight of the two of you, sensing the need for the smallest of pushes. She cleared her throat, bringing you both out of your dreamy staring contest.

“Pheebs and I have an ice cream date,” she announced, raising her eyebrows pointedly at Roy. “So, looks like you have a free afternoon, Coach.” With those last few words, she gave an exaggerated nod towards you, much to Roy’s embarrassment. “We’ll see you kids later.” With a wink, she gave Phoebe’s hand a tug and strolled away with the little girl in tow.

After a moment of silently watching the two walk towards the parking lot, Roy cleared his throat and turned to you, thick eyebrows raised. “Don’t suppose you’d, I dunno, want to get lunch?”

Holy shit, holy shit. “Lunch?” you echoed, your eyes wide as you looked up at Roy. He had to have misspoken, right?

That perfect smile assured you that he hadn’t. “Yeah, lunch,” he repeated with a soft chuckle, standing up straighter now. Fuck, you looked nervous. Adorable and nervous. “You know, we go to a restaurant, sit down, you do that thing where you pretend you want a salad, I tell you to fuck off and get a burger like you actually want, and after you order it, I make some fucking comment about how I like a woman who can eat.” He shifted his weight, smile widening at your deepening blush. “Then at the end, you try to grab the bill, and, again, I tell you to fuck off because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you pay.” He bobbled his head in that jittery way of his. “What d’you say?”

“Oh,” you breathed, feeling yourself drown in those brown eyes. “I… Well…”

“Oi.” Roy’s voice was soft as he took a small step towards you. “Come on, you can’t say no,” he teased. “My team just won, I’m feeling damn good about myself right now. You really want to burst my fucking bubble and make me miserable for the rest of the weekend?”

The easy-going smirk he wore had your hesitation melting almost as much as your heart. “Sure,” you finally giggled, wondering if your head had ever felt this light before. “Lunch would be nice.”

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Back to School Night

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, gross dads hitting on their kid's teacher

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You survived two more weeks of corralling twenty-four eight-year-olds, standing outside for drop-off and pick-up duty, and accepting smiles from Roy Kent. It was a good first few weeks of school, full of getting to know a pretty great group of students and avoiding making a fool of yourself in front of the football coach who insisted on saying hello to you whenever your paths crossed.

Now you returned to your classroom at just after four, refreshed in a nicer dress than usual and a little pair of heels, makeup retouched and hair down. Back to school night- the most dreaded and exciting night of the year. In about an hour, parents would be wandering into your classroom, inspecting every inch of your classroom and asking questions that should really be addressed in a proper sit-down meeting. Some of the dads would give you the onceover, which would have some of the mums giving you icy stares. At the end of the night, you’d be desperate to take these shoes off and get a glass of wine in your hands.

At least this year you’d be seeing Roy Kent.

You flittered around the room, straightening things up and keeping an eye on that clock that was moving much faster than usual. As you pushed in the couple of chairs that the kids had forgotten to get, Leanne poked her head in.

“Ready?” Her voice had that teasing lilt she’d adopted ever since that first happy hour of the year, when she chuckled watching you sip the drink Roy Kent had sent over.

“Ready as I can be,” you huffed, blowing some hair out of your face. “You?”

She shrugged, stepping into your classroom. “Same.” Her eyes scanned the self-portraits you had hanging on one wall. “Those are great.” She pointed to one. “Nice to see Miss Phoebe’s moved on from drawing the female form.” She smirked. “Wait’ll her mum sees this.”

“God, I hope she comes.” You folded your arms across your chest. “Three weeks and I haven’t met her yet. She’s the only parent I haven’t seen.”

Leanne tilted her head at you. “What d’you mean? You haven’t seen her when she drops off Phoebe or picks her up?”

You shook your head. “It’s always Coach Kent, isn’t it? Dr. O’Sullivan must have shit hours, poor thing.”

“Interesting.” Leanne’s smile was mischievous. “I swore Phoebe’s mum dropped her off about half the time. What a coincidence that Uncle Roy has to handle things this year, when Phoebe’s got a very pretty teacher.”

“Oh stop,” you begged, rolling your eyes. “He’s probably just enjoying the way I get all flustered when he’s around. Little ego boost for him. Stupid Roy Kent and his stupid handsomeness.”

Leanne’s smile widened as she glanced at the clock, which showed almost five. “Well, better get ready to see that stupid man.”

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“No, I am not married,” you repeated for the third time, your cheeks hurting from the fake smile you wore as another dad stood far too close. “Anyways, Lily sits right over there, feel free to take a look at the letter she wrote for you and her mum.”

Relieved to have distracted the dad whose wandering eyes made you feel like you needed a shower, you let out the quietest sigh you could manage. Other than a handful of forward fathers, the evening seemed to be going well. Most parents seemed pleased with the classroom and assured you that their children enjoyed having you as their teacher. You weren’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that you had yet to see-

“Hi.”

That gruff voice had you actually gulping.

Fuck, fuck.

Plastering on that teacher smile for the millionth time in the last half hour, you turned around to find Roy, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. Beside him was a woman in scrubs and a ponytail, eyeing you with curiosity and a coolly raised eyebrow.

“You must be Phoebe’s mum,” you gushed far too cheerfully, offering her your hand. “So nice to finally meet you.”

She smiled, her eyes shifting to Roy for a flash of a moment before shaking your hand. “Yes, sorry we haven’t met yet.”

You shook your head. “No, I understand. I’m glad you could make it tonight.” You nodded towards Phoebe’s table. “Pheebs’s desk is right over there. She wrote you a letter.” Knowing you were failing at suppressing a grin, you glanced at Roy. “She wrote one for you, too, Coach.”

His smile could probably bring about world peace, you thought. It was just that damn wonderful. “Little idiot really made more work for herself, writing two letters,” he hummed, earning a glare from his sister. He offered you that little salute, the one he gave you most mornings and afternoons, and turned to follow his sister to Phoebe’s desk.

Your entire body grew warm when you heard Dr. O’Sullivan playfully hiss, “So that’s why you insist on dropping my kid off every day.”

When Roy glanced over his shoulder to look at you, you pretended to be busy looking at a child’s work. “Shut up,” he mumbled, unable to hide the red tips of his ears and his embarrassed grin. “Maybe I just like my niece, ever think of that?”

Dr. O’Sullivan’s laugh rang in your ears. “Then why are you blushing so hard, Roy-o?”

You had to turn your entire body away before either of them noticed your own blush. With your back to them, you allowed yourself a smile, vibrating with giddiness at the idea that Roy Kent came to school to see you. That you made Roy Kent blush. Even with the way you tried to suppress your little crush, it was thrilling to think that he might genuinely have one too. After all, it was one thing for nosy coworkers to tease you; it was another for Roy Kent’s sister to tease him.

Remembering where you were, you busied yourself with other parents, chatting about what a pleasure it was to teach their children and how excited you were for the new year. After avoiding the touch of a particularly well-known father, you found yourself face-to-face with Roy. He quirked an eyebrow as he watched the man scamper away.

“They really have no shame, do they?” He wrinkled his nose. “You should keep a flask in your desk. Every time a dad hits on you, you take a swig.”

You rolled your eyes. “Poor kids wouldn’t learn a thing. Their teacher’d be sloshed all the time.”

His small laugh had you blushing. “Maybe not the best idea, then.” He gazed at you for a moment, as if he was thinking. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to say something, anything. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Finally, he stuck his hand out. “Well, have a good night.”

Praying he didn’t feel you trembling, you shook his hand. His sister’s teasing had you feeling bold enough to give a small squeeze before letting go. “Good night, Coach.”

Roy paused again, still thoughtful. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he finally murmured. “At drop-off.”

Absolutely failing to hide your silly grin, you nodded. “See you tomorrow.” You quickly said goodbye to Dr. O’Sullivan, who’d wandered over while you drooled over her famous brother. Her smile was far too amused and had you blushing even harder than you already were.

On their way out the door, Roy couldn’t help but look back and offer one last little wave, that stupidly perfect smile playing on his lips.

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