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my-soupy-brain · 5 months

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Ted Lasso Fan Prompts 2

I ran outta space again on the pinned one, so here's another group of Ted Lasso fan prompts I've answered. Sigh. Sorry about that, folks!

Snuggled Up - A blue day in the cold winter means a big ol' snuggle fest with Ted. Oh so comforting.

Licks & Kisses (NSFW) - Some body worship for Ted's tummy and a little lower. Smutty smut.

Tummy Trouble - You're self-conscious about your body around all the beautiful people Ted works with every day. But he reminds you why you're perfect the way you are. Mostly comfort.

Headache Schmedache - Your nasty headache has Ted playing doctor to comfort you and help you relax from the stresses of life. All comfort.

I Want to Take Care of You - Ted has a nasty panic attack at a match and you rescue him and bring him back to earth. All comfort.

Clingy - Ted loves to show his affection all the time, and you love to dish it back. Just some little drabbles of a clingy Ted. All cutesy.

Neck Massage - Ted gives you a much-needed neck massage and it turns you both all loosely goosey. Comfort + light teasing.

Foot Rubs & Advice - Ted has a rotten day and you decide to help him out and give him much-needed advice.

Dirty Talk (NSFW) - Ted explores some very dirty talk at your apartment, when he doesn't have to be as quiet. SMUT CITY.

Baby Bump - Your body is changing with the little Lasso coming but Ted's more enamored than ever. All fluff.

Favorite Parts (NSFW) - You and Ted start a long romance and he can't keep his eyes - or his hands - to one part of you. Smut + fluff!

Ring, Ring - Ted's got the ring and ready to propose but all the advice and all the nerves are firing. ALL FLUFF! See the link for the related story.

Summer Teddy (NSFW) - Ted comes home from a three-week visit in Kansas and he's all summered up. SMUT CITY.

Fear of the Friendzone - You have a big crush on Ted but you're sure it's not reciprocated. Roy has other news. All fluff + pining.

Camera Reel - You load some fun selfies into Ted's phone for kicks, and then see he's taken some photos of his own. FLUFFY AF.

Ted's Clothes (NSFW) - You wear Ted's clothes a couple of times and he really enjoys it. Fluf + light smut!

Body Paint (NSFW) - You set up a little body paint activity in the living room for you and Ted. It's edible. :) Light smut!

Already a Family - Ted comforts you through some pregnancy difficulties. All comfort!

Mine & Yours (NSFW) - You go with Ted to Kansas for a visit with Henry, and end up feeling uncertain about him and Michelle. Angst + smut!

Teddy Bear - You've got a very upset stomach but Ted is to the rescue to take care of you. All comfort.

Congratulations, Coach (NSFW) - A good win for Richmond and a quick congrats in Ted's office leads to...things. SMUT!

Mustache Tickles (NSFW) - You can't stop thinking about how good Ted's mustache feels and then he shows you. SMUT.

Don't Change a Thing - Ted's been working out and it has you worried, until you find out why. Mostly comfort + tiny light smut.

Nervous Motherhood - You and Ted talk about having a baby, but once you're expecting, the nerves set in. Comfort + fluff!

Ride (NSFW) - Ted's in his head about this football book he's reading so you decide to help him clear the muck. Body praise + SMUT!

Cat Nap - You fall asleep on Ted after a busy week, and he just lets you snooze away. Cute comfort + fluff!

Dinner for Darlin' - Your work is taking over your life, and you forget to eat. Ted's there to help. FLUFF!

Skinny Dippin' (NSFW) - Ted sneaks the two of you to a rooftop pool for some swim time. Fun + Smut!

Muscle Memory - Ted strains his muscles keeping up with the boys and you take care of him. Comfort + light teasing.

Cologne - You get one whiff of Ted's cologne and it doesn't leave your brain. Fluff + flirting + light smut.

Hide n' Seek (NSFW) - Ted and you play a little game of hide n' seek in the club after a night of late working. Fun, fluff + smut!

Anxious Shivers - You get overwhelmed with panic and Ted comforts you back to calm. All comfort.

Hidden Ink (NSFW) - After some heavy making out with Ted, he finds your tattoo, and you find his. Light smut.

Calming Comfort - Ted comforts your anxious brain before a big exam you're about to take. Mostly fluff!

Secret Phrase (NSFW) - You and Ted decide to tease a little at the gala with a secret phrase that gets Ted riled up. ALL SMUT!

Takin' it Slow (NSFW) - You and Ted are newly together, taking it slow while you adjust. But one night of movie cuddling... SMUT!

Sneak-in Slumber - You're feeling low and take a nap, but Ted comes in unexpectedly to join with a cuddle. All fluff!

None of That, Now (NSFW) - You keep trying to make yourself...smaller... in Ted's bed. And he's not having it. Fluff + comfort + light smut!

I've Got You - Ted comforts you in a moment of sadness, assuring you and giving you his attention. ALL COMFORT!

Expecting Affection - You're pregnant and Ted is so excited to touch your changing body and show you how he cares. Mostly fluff + teeny tiny NSFW.

Wrong Name - Ted slips up and calls you the wrong name, and it breaks both your hearts. Angst + making up comfort.

Giggle Butt - You get a little giggly when you're tired and it makes Ted Lasso fall harder in love with you. All fluff!

Tidy Spaces - You've been working longer hours and Ted takes care of the house. DOMESTIC FLUFF!

Comfy Clothes (light NSFW) - Ted comes to your door unexpectedly and you're kicking around in his clothes. He loves it. Fluff + a little smut.

Therapy Schmerapy - You can tell Ted needs mental health help but he's not buying it. ANGST! (and making up)

Cuddle Comforts - Ted finds you in need of some close cuddles after a bad day. All fluff!

Toy Teasin' Time (NSFW) - Ted finds a special something in your nightstand and he wants to play. SMUT AHEAD!

No Shave November (NSFW) - Ted decides to join the team in No Shave November and it WORKS for you. Light smut + lust ahead

Tummy Comfort - You get some cuddles from Ted to cure your tummy ache. All fluff.

Cheech and Chocolate Cake (NSFW) - You and Ted decide to shut in for the night with some pot to see where the night takes you.

Cramp Comfort - Ted comforts you while you deal with some nasty period cramps. All comfort!

Snapped (NSFW) - You and Ted are stressed out but he snaps a little too hard, and realizes he's gotta make it up to you. Angst + smut!

Cry It Out - Your little girl loves daddy's attention, but Ted can't let her cry it out. The cuteness is REAL my friends. All fluff.

Bed Pleasures (NSFW) - Ted drags you home to put his face where it belongs, and enjoys himself in the process. SMUT ALERT!

Baby Blue Nails - You and little Marie have a nail painting party and Ted wants in on the action. All fluff featuring Girl Dad Ted.

Christmas Pajamas - You and Ted exchange pajamas on Christmas Eve and this year's is a little fun. Fluff + teeny tiny smut.

Been Better - Ted to the rescue when you're sicker than a dog. All comfort. (Single story)

Halloween Cowboy (NSFW) - You and Ted do a couple's costume for Halloween. Fluff + smut ahead!

Looking After You - You've been working yourself ragged and not taking care of yourself. So Ted finds a way to help you. Fluff + comfort.

Neck Teaser (NSFW) - Ted figures out one of the sweetest spots on you and decides to make you lose your mind. Fluff + teasing + a little smut.

Massage Break (NSFW) - You're working hard, too hard. And Ted offers a massage that leads...somewhere. Fluff + smut!

Henry the Matchmaker - You and Ted have a solid friendship, but Henry takes to you immediately. And he's the one to figure out what should happen next. FLUFF!

Peak Male Form - Ted has second thoughts about himself in the mirror, and you assure him that he's solid, soft, and perfect for you. All comfort + fluff + a little lust at the end.

White Knight Defense (slightly NSFW) - An opposing team staffer gets a little too close to you and Ted swoops in. Angst + a little smut.

Ted's Scent (a little NSFW) - Ted changes soaps and you go a little feral for it. Fluff + light smut.

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eeveebitches · 9 months

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bathroom. || Kendall Roy || smut

Pairing: Dom!Kendall Roy x F!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're Roman's assistant, at a launch party Kendall invited you to. Stuff happens along the way that you're sure would get you fired.

Word count: 3.794

18+ only! More under the cut,

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Dom Kendall, implied one-sided attraction from roman, bathroom sex, fingering, p in v, sexual tension, stewy makes a cameo

A/n: this is based on a request i got! :DD

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It’s a cold night, and Kendall is standing in front of you.

You don't know Kendall that long, but there's a clear twinkle in his eyes that shines with deviancy as he greets you. Even in the darkness of the New York street, you can see a glimmer that simply can't be usual. His smile is something you'd consider overly excited, and his short hair is slightly ruffled. You look him up and down, taking note of his casual appearance. "Hey hey heyy, there's my girl," he says with a wide grin.

He goes in for a side-hug, which you lean into with a smile. You don't expect him to speak as close to your ear as he does as he tells you, "I'm really fucking happy you could make it," so you can't help but shiver as his breath fans against your ear. Kendall pulls away from the hug, immediately searching for eye contact as he keeps grinning at you. "You know I'm never one to say no to a good party," you chuckle, letting him lead you from the street into the building.

It's some random start-up party, and Kendall had asked Roman to invite you, so now here you are. You aren't completely sure why he'd invite you, though.

You guessed it was because of Kendall's strange need for validation, and somehow him having a lot of 'friends' validated him. Not like you're complaining-- the white mini dress you're wearing has been collecting dust in your closet, so you're happy to put it into action.

"I like your, uhh, get-up. Real church girl gone slutty vibes. Fits you," he notes, eyes shamelessly raking over your body. You roll your eyes at him. He's high at most, and strangely giddy at the very least. Whatever he says tonight will not be worth worrying over. "And you look like you're gonna be a guest at Comic-Con," you shoot back as you let him open the door for you.

He ushers you inside with a hearty laugh, casually resting a hand on the small of your back which, surprisingly, you don't hate. "Listen, I know you hate those yuppy-wuppy parties, so I thought this kinda shit would be right up your alley. Good food, free drinks and a DJ that doesn't fucking suck." You hum as you scan the hallway you're standing in. Kendall quickly turns to talk to security, while you quickly grab your phone out of your purse to check your messages.

[ sad victorian puppy ]: Where the fuck are you

[ sad victorian puppy ]: ????????

[ sad victorian puppy ]: Hurry up before I hang myself with the fairy lights

[ sad victorian puppy ]: I'm not joking

[ sad victorian puppy]: I'm doing it right now

"You ready to dazzle loser-y tech bro's?" Your head shoots up from Roman's messages to give Kendall a nod. He yet again casually places his hand on the small of your back, handing you a wristband as he starts explaining random finance shit to you. It's all 'bla bla shareholders, bla bla stakes' to your ears, but you nod along as he bridges into the people he knows at the party.

The main event hall is spacious, fairy lights and plastic vines struggling to make this whole thing feel low-key. With a bar in the corner and a lively dance floor at the very front, you let Kendall lead you through the crowd as he points people out. "That's Shane, nasty fucking guy. His dad got in trouble for insider trading, so he made a jailbreak video game based on him and made bank," he practically giggles into your ear, hand slithering to rest on your side.

The side of his body is flush against yours, and his hot breath fans against your ear with each smart-mouthed remark. There's something promiscuous about it all, and you can't help but lean into his casual touches. "Is that one friend of yours here, too? With the beard and gray streak?"

He raises his brow at you in amusement. "You mean Stewy? Why, d'you wanna fuck him or something?" he asks through a wicked grin. "I barely know him, Ken, and you know I prefer being wined and dined." His eyes crease as his smile grows, curiously watching you. "Uh-huh, sure you do. Miss self-respect over here." You grin as well, walking out of Kendall's hold to disappear into the crowd, making your way to the bar.

Almost immediately you spot Roman, whose deep frown you can see from far as he stares at his phone. "Hiya, Romes."

You didn't mean to startle him, but that doesn't stop you from laughing at him when he jumps up, hissing out a sharp 'Jesus fuck' as he turns to glare at you. "Is this what you've been doing? Haunting this place and scaring people like a fuckin' poltergeist?"

"I mean, I am wearing white," you remark, before quickly ordering a mocktail as you hop onto one of the bar stools. Roman scoffs at you, choosing to simply stand next to your seat and lean against the bar. He seems strangely nervous, something you tell yourself to ask about later.

He slips his phone into his pocket with a huff. "Yeah yeah, whatever, Casper the shitty fuckin' assistant." Your drink slides in front of you, so instead of mustering a quip in reply, you opt to quietly taking a sip. It's surprisingly bitter, but you don't hate it.

From the corner of his eye, Roman carefully watches you. "Y'know, I can see you glaring at me," you mumble against the glass of your drink, smiling at Roman as he straightens his back and clears his throat. "Fuck off, I'm just weirded out by you in a party dress. It's uncanny valley type shit," he says, awkwardly tugging at his own fingers like he's trying to dislocate them.

"I think you're using uncanny valley wrong." With a scoff he turns his entire body to properly glare at you. "I know what uncanny valley is, and you in a dress like this gives off major android vibes. Like the real you has been replaced by a freaky, lookalike sex doll." He pokes your arm as he says it. His face is crinkled in childlike disgust as he watches you take another sip of your drink.

You can tell he doesn't mean it. He knows he doesn't mean it, too, hands fiddling as he fights the urge to touch the fabric of your ivory dress. "Still weird that Kendall wanted you here. Are you fucking him? I'm gonna fire you if you are, because that's, like, reaaally fucking gross," he groans out, continuing his glaring as you nonchalantly finish your drink.

"How about you first ask HR if asking about my love life is appropriate behavior, then I'll tell you all the juicy details." And with that you place your empty glass down and stand up from your seat. You pat Roman's shoulder with a grin. "I'm gonna go socialize, so stay put," you tell him, and while you didn't mean for it to come off as flirtatious, you don't correct yourself when you realize it does.

You maneuver through the hipster ocean, avoiding the guys wearing Rick & Morty shirts with ugly tweed blazers on top who are desperate for a conversation with you. The dance floor is in full swing, something you're sure you wouldn't have seen if you arrived earlier. Kendall had told Roman, who then told you that the later you arrived, the better it'd be.

Speaking of that devil, there Kendall stands, wearing kicks you're sure are worth more than your soul, a casual blazer and a shirt with a minimalist design. He lights up when he sees you, smile reaching to his eyes as he calls you over with a wave. Next to him stands that friend of his, dressed far too formal for the occasion.

He opens his arm, signaling for you to slot against him, which you do with far less hesitance than you'd like to have had. "Had enough of Rome?" he teases, carrying a blissful grin. You ignore the comment, instead focusing on Ken's friend.

"Roman's assistant, right? Haven't seen you since that thing in Florence." You hum in agreement, trying to dredge up his name from your memory. Kendall removes you from his arm to stop a wandering waiter and ask for... something, who knows. "Yeah, you were just as overdressed then as you are now," you reply with a cheeky grin.

What his name was, though, is still on the tip of your tongue. Something with an S, for sure, but the rest of the letters just don't place themselves.

Kendall returns to your side, and quickly whispers in your ear,

"Stewy."

He turns his head to look at you, and as your eyes meet he shoots you a coy grin before turning to, well, Stewy. "Y'know Rome has her write his e-mails? She probably knows more confidential shit than I do at this point." Stewy lets out a small chuckle, clearly looking you up and down. Kendall laughs at that, although there's a sharp tinge to it.

After some small talk between the two men that you simply could not follow for the life of you, Stewy leaves to go to the bathroom, winks and nudges palpable as Ken tells him to have fun.

"So, how're you liking it?" he suddenly asks you as the two of you walk to the couches in the corners of the room. "It's very... trendy." You smile as Kendall huffs out a laugh, the two of you sitting much closer to each other than you really have to be.

His thigh, which is surprisingly firm, is flush against yours. You can feel yourself holding your breath, but you just can't seem to breathe out as Kendall doesn't stop making eye contact. "Yeah, this is some hipster bullshit, I know. Still, the drinks are good, and the catering isn't pathetic."

"I haven't even had the food here yet, is it really not that bad? Those mini sandwiches seemed a bit..." He chuckles at that, nodding his head as his eyes quickly dart around, searching for something.

"Like absolute dog shit, yeah. But I swear it tastes pretty good. Let me go get some for you." You were expecting him to stand up, but instead he waves over a guy most definitely getting paid below minimum wage. "Hey dude, can you get me and the lady some of those mini sandwiches? And some drinks, too."

The waiter scurries off with a nod, so you turn your focus back to Kendall who's simply staring at you. "Seriously, thanks for coming. Not to sound like a sappy loser, but I do appreciate it. You're reliable, that's important shit to me, y'know?"

You smile at Kendall, patting his thigh. "It's no problem, Ken. You're a cool dude," you tell him, which somehow makes his eyes glimmer more than they have been so far. With a bewildered, yet smug look he keeps staring at you. "Good to know you find me cool. You're, uhh, cool too."

His hand goes to lay on top of yours, and suddenly whatever cologne he's been wearing floods your sense of smell. The air becomes heavy, too heavy for you to bear, as he continues looking into your eyes.

But then he squeezes your hand, quickly looks away and lets out a light chuckle. As if on queue, the waiter appears, drinks and ugly sandwiches on a platter. He places them on the table in front of you, then quickly departs.

"Fucking finally," Kendall mumbles, grabbing one of the sandwiches. "Alright, now open up."

"Open up?" He hums, smile growing more and more devious as he taps his mouth. "C'mon, say 'ahh', humor me." You have no reason to go along with it, or him, but something inside of you wants to, so you obediently open your mouth as Kendall plops the sandwich in your mouth.

The tension is palpable, partially because of how intense his eye contact suddenly becomes when you accidentally wrap your lips around his finger for a second as he pulls away. Flustered, you start chewing, letting out a muffled sound of enjoyment as the harmonious flavors spread over your palate.

"Shit, Ken, this is good," you giggle out, hand covering your mouth in a weak attempt at hiding your flustered expression. "Told you, didn't I? You can trust me, y'know."

He takes his own bite of food, as well as a dark blue drink, and he--

"Shit."

You look down at your dress, and all you see is blue.

Kendall spilled his fucking drink.

"Fuck, completely my bad," he hisses out, immediately grabbing you by the arm and leading you to the bathroom. For a split second you think you see Roman watching the two of you, but you don't have much time to dwell on it as you rush to one of the spacious bathrooms and lock the door behind you.

Kendall seems a bit frantic, like cold water was thrown over him, hands shaky as he grabs some paper towels and awkwardly tries to dry you off. "I fucked up, I'm sorry. Did you have a jacket with you, or?"

You simply shake your head no, to which Kendall grimaces. "Send me the cleaning bill for this shit, alright? This is completely my fault," he murmurs. "Ken, it's fine, it's just a drink. It'll wash out by itself."

It definitely won't, but the verbal comfort seems to ease his mind, as he stops wiping. "Yeah, you're, uh, you're right. I can get Jess to go find a jacket for you, it'd be here in like, ten minutes."

Before you can even decline, he walks to the other side of the bathroom, phone held against his ear as he mercilessly calls Jess during a Friday evening. You stare at yourself in the mirror, frowning at the splotch of blue. As you try to tug the dress a bit away from your skin, Ken appears behind you. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just really sticky," you groan as you grab another paper towel and struggle to push it in between your dress and your bare skin. "Fuck, this is uncomfortable but, uh... would it be cool for you to zip my dress down a little? So I can actually reach inside my dress."

Your cheeks are hot as you ask him, eyes cast down to the marble floor. He lets out a tense chuckle, stepping close enough to reach your back. "Yeah, of course." You look into the bathroom mirror and watch Kendall as he slowly reaches for the back of your zipper.

His knuckles brush up against your skin as he takes the delicate zipper in between his fingers. Little by little, he pulls it down, watching your face through the mirror. Breathlessly he waits for you to nod, to tell him that it's enough.

But for a reason you could never say out loud, you don't. Instead you watch him zip the dress down, lower and lower until the zipper ends at your waist.

His hands sneak into your now unzipped dress, holding onto your bare hips as he places a careful kiss to the back of your neck. "God, you smell fucking divine," he groans out, covering your neck and back with pecks as he roams your body. The pads of his fingers are rough against your skin, like sandpaper against velvet.

He gropes one of your breasts, breathing in your scent while his other hand traverses lower and lower. The whine you let out as he gently tugs at your nipple is desperate, something he replies to with a simple kiss to your temple. "You gotta be quiet, can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

Before you can even nod, he lunges at you, lips smashing against yours. He doesn't take his time, tugging at your bottom lip as he groans into your mouth. It's like he's trying to ravage you, hands growing rougher in their touch as he drowns in your scent.

You can barely hold back your moans as he consumes your entire being. His hand finds the rim of your panties in no time, and with zero hesitation he pushes two of his fingers against your clit. The small circles he makes send small sparks of delicious electricity through your body. "So wet for me," Kendall whispers against your lips, still watching you through the mirror.

His gaze is hot, burning through your skin and heating you to your bones as he pleasures you. "Ken, please."

He can't stop himself from chuckling at how needy you are. "I kinda always knew your whole put together thing was bullshit. I mean, look at you now," he says, letting out a sharp laugh as you shiver at his words.

"Roman doesn't even know you could be like this, huh? A needy slut fucking her boss's brother in some random bathroom." He doesn't give you any time to respond, his two fingers move from your clit to slip inside of you. Your walls squeeze against his digits as he uses his thumb to keep the pressure on your clit constant.

It's all too much. His filthy words against the shell of your ear as he abuses your cunt, his other hand still busying himself with your nipple. It's hot, and harsh, yet the most satisfying feeling you've had in years.

Not only that, but you can tell how riled up he is, too. Panting, lightly grinding against you, hungrily staring at your reflection. "Fuck-- sit on the sink for me," he groans, removing his fingers. You do as he tells you, whimpering at the sudden emptiness.

He pushes his fingers into your mouth without much warning, but you gladly let him. There's a small part of you, in a very dark corner of your brain, that's cursing you out for being here. For letting him feed you, for letting his hands even graze against you. It's like every moment with him tonight led up to this moment, with you sucking your own juices from Kendall's fingers as he undoes his pants with his other hand.

Kendall pulls his fingers away, wiping your saliva on your exposed thigh. You giggle as he pulls a condom from his pocket, giving him a teasing look. "Prepared, are we?"

He shrugs, expression almost bashful as he carefully rips the foil. "Not gonna lie to you, I got them from Stewy right after you walked away," he chuckles, cheeks raised high as if he's genuinely embarrassed. "I was really hoping for this," he motions between the two of you with a strangely sincere smile, "to happen."

"Stop being a sap and fuck me, Kenny." His head hangs low as he laughs at that, pulling out his cock as casually as one can when getting ready to fuck their brother's assistant in a bathroom. You bite the inside of your cheek raw as you watch him slowly roll the condom down. He lets out a small hiss as he does so, eyebrows furrowing as he gives himself a few loose-handed strokes.

With a gentleness he hadn't shown before, he pushes your thighs apart and your panties down. He looks into your eyes and smiles warily as he lines himself up against your entrance. "Are you okay?"

You roll your eyes at him, and with a burst of sudden confidence you grab him by his hips and push him against you. It takes a small bit of adjusting from Kendall, whose amused grin is, at this point, infectious.

As his cock slowly delves into you, you let out a tandem moan. "So fucking tight," Kendall huffs out, thumb yet again finding your clit as he watches you weakly writhe. "Can you please just move, Ken?"

The laugh he lets out is breathy, but he quickly complies, almost fully removing himself from you before slamming back into you. The pace he sets is brutal, his large hand clutching at your side and his eyes only focused on you. Your dress is clumsily pushed down, letting your tits bounce freely as his every thrust shakes you to your core.

Kendall doesn't relent with his other hand, either. He roughly spits on your sopping wet cunt, thumb gliding over your slick clit with ease. His every move leaves you gasping for air, and if it wasn't for the hand you're using to cover your mouth, you're sure everyone outside would hear you.

"I knew I had to fuck you when I saw you in this dress," he groans out as you shove your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his shoulder to keep your noises unheard. "I don't know how Rome handles having you around, always wearing those tight fucking pencil skirts. I'd bend you down over my desk," he picks up his pace, harshly slamming his cock into you, "and eat your pussy with everyone's watching."

With a particularly hard thrust and his words ricocheting in your head, you fall apart. Your entire body convulses, and everything turns a pure white as you can feel Kendall smash his lips against yours in an attempt to swallow your noise.

His own thrusts grow sloppy, and with a gruff moan he slowly stills his movements. You stay like that for a moment as you come to, his forehead resting against yours. You're both panting, and horribly sweaty, and as you slowly open your eyes the first thing you notice is the blue on your dress. Ken follows your line of sight, letting out a weak chuckle.

"We, uh, still haven't fixed that."

The two of you share a laugh, before he slowly pulls himself. You pull your panties up as he busies himself with discarding the condom and tucking himself back into his pants, hissing at the cold sensation of your cooled down slick. "Hey, didn't you call Jess or something?" you mutter, more to yourself than to him as he helps you zip your dress back up. "Yeah, she's probably been waiting."

"Poor Jess." Kendall heartily laughs at your sympathy. "I just gave you a mind-blowing fuck, and you're worrying about her?"

You shrug, shooting Kendall a small smile as you fix yourself up a bit in the mirror. Ken wraps an arm around your waist as he stands besides you. "So what happened to being wined and dined? Or is that still on the table," he asks through a brash grin.

"Stop being a smart ass and ask me on a date like a normal rich guy."

"Rich guys don't do dates," he jokes as he unlocks the bathroom, arm still around your waist since your legs are wobbling,

"they fuck assistants in bathrooms."

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dotster001 · 11 months

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Le Chasseur d'Amour Chapter Three

Summary: Rook x gn!reader. Rook and Vil discuss how they are getting closer to you. Your therapist makes a suggestion.

Chapters: One Two Four Five

"This is what Y/N was always trying to come back to?" Vil said disdainfully, covering his mouth and nose daintily with his hand, while Rook sat in the grass, recovering his energy before continuing to follow the trail.

"The air is so thick. And tastes nasty," he said bitterly.

"That's the pollution. It's probably so bad because we are in a big city," Rook said, not bothering to open his eyes.

"And Y/N wanted to find a way back to this?" Vil asked horrified.

"Y/N doesn't live in this city."

Vil choked on his own breath. "Sorry? Then where do they live?"

Rook tilted his head, his pen glowing as he briefly initiated his signature spell.

"Not too far."

Vil stared.

"How far is, not too far?"

Rook shrugged. Vil glared.

"Rook…"

"You can always go home, if you wish, Roi du poison. Or you can transmute some more gold while I rest."

Vil huffed. "Fine."

He grabbed some materials from his bag, and started to alchemically make some more gold. Luckily, gold seemed to be pretty universal. Though he'd been told by the nice bus driver that got them this far, it would be safer to trade it in for cash as soon as possible.

And Vil still had no idea where they were. Based on the way they'd been traveling, you were at least on this land mass. But the way Rook was talking, you could be miles away, or in the next neighborhood. There was just no way for Vil to know.

"Are you at least positive you know where they are?"

"Oui."

"Is it far enough that we should get a hotel for the night?"

Rook opened his mouth, but Vil quickly interrupted.

"You need proper rest, Rook. Just resting your eyes for an hour will do nothing. What happens if you overblot in a world where no one can defend themselves?"

Rook opened his eyes, and took his turn to scowl.

"We'll need a hotel for tonight. But not after that."

Vil nodded. "Good. I'm sure Y/N will appreciate you at least pretending to look healthy."

This made Rook smile as he closed his eyes again.

….

"See?" You pointed to the broken mirror. Your therapist, upon getting your call, had insisted on seeing it for themselves. As your mind had cleared in the hour that had passed, you realized it was less about seeing the mirror, and more about making sure you hadn't accidentally hurt yourself in the midst of your attack.

Cause that's what this was, right? They were bound to happen from time to time, especially to someone in your situation.

"Hmm, let me see your hands."

You held them out, and she examined them, looking for scratches.

"And you're certain nothing else was in here that you could have used to break it yourself?"

You shook your head.

Your therapist sighed. "I don't mean this in a bad way, but I really wish your situation could be easy just once. If just one piece could fall into place…"

She trailed off, probably after seeing your distress plain on your face.

"It's just that you've suffered enough. If that final puzzle piece came into place, this could be over and you could move on with your life."

Your thoughts flashed to Rook, and his emerald green eyes that you had definitely seen in the mirror. But you kept your mouth shut. You weren't ready to lose him. Not yet.

Your therapist sighed.

"I don't have an answer Y/N. You didn't break it with your bare hands but there's nothing else in here you could have broken it with. I think it might just be a relapse. Your brain trying to take you back to that world for a moment, and your body fighting it."

That made sense, you guess. But for a moment there, you truly believed the mirror was burning on the edges. You saw his eyes! A part of you had felt relieved seeing them, even if your logical mind knew that he might have been your kidnapper. Maybe he wasn't though? Maybe he was kidnapped with you, and you had bonded. You low-key were hoping for that option.

"So what should I do then?" You asked.

"Get some rest. Take a couple days off. Maybe take a trip to the beach or the countryside? Get some fresh air." She said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, before saying goodbye, talking to your family, then leaving.

….

It was three days later. Or nights, really. You had been deep in a dream, your cheek being softly caressed as Rook sang to you a song in a language you didn't understand, but sounded vaguely like French.

You were startled awake in your cabin bed by a voice invading your dreams.

"Again, I must protest breaking into Y/N's home in the middle of the night."

You knew that voice…who was that? Why did you know that voice?

You blinked your eyes, clearing the dream out, and the voice.

Or not.

"Roi du Poison, if you think I can wait until morning, then-"

"Sevens, just shut up."

You froze, eyes flicking around your room looking for a place to hide. Under the bed was a no go, the frame went to the floor, probably to keep vacationers from losing their things. There wasn't a closet, only a dresser. You could hide behind the curtains, but that would be the first place they looked.

Maybe your sleepy brain wasn't in peak condition. Maybe later, you would look back and see how dumb you were. But…if you pretended to be asleep…would they steal what they wanted, and get out quietly?

You tried to slow your breathing, and closed your eyes, turning on your side. You held your phone in your hand, ready to call for help in seconds if you had to.

The door slowly creaked open, and one of the voices gasped in, if you had to guess, delight. This was quickly followed by what sounded like someone being punched.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't you dare."

You heard a small growl, followed by a soft, "fine."

Soft footsteps made their way to your bedside. The side of the bed sank, as someone sat down next to you. Your breath hitched as a hand cupped your cheek.

"Mon lapin. Réveillez-vous."

"Rook, I don't think-"

You sat bolt upright on hearing his name. There he was, staring at you with an ecstatic grin. Over his shoulder was someone you vaguely recognized. You remembered he was a model of some sort, in your delusion.

His violet eyes widened as you made eye contact.

And in a moment of brilliance, you threw your phone at his face.

....

Tag list- @shytastemakerthing @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll @stygianoir @urminebutidontwantyou @b10h4z4rd @mahi-does-some-art

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #rook x reader #twst rook #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt

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jungle-angel · 4 months

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The One With The Home Movies (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett find some old home movies of his parents and decide to watch them

Warnings: Pregnancy, birth, mentions of custody battles, Royal being a pain in Cecelia's ass etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @bradleybeachbabe @callmemana @attapullman

"Jeebus, Mary and Joseph, how fuckin hard is it to find a fuckin Disney movie in this house?" Rhett muttered under his breath as he went through the box of video tapes in the closet.

His efforts weren't proving much as he tried to find a movie that wouldn't scare the bejesus out of Amy, despite the fact that she was only six months old and wouldn't be paying attention. Hercules? That was always a good one.

"The hell?"

He pulled a videotape from the box, the masking tape on the side labeled "Roy and Cece, '92-'93". He set it aside and kept searching, finding a bunch of others labeled with his parents' names and their dates stretching all the way back to at least 1985.

"Whatcha lookin for Rhett?" Royal asked him.

"Tryna find a movie for Amy, all I found was uh......Hercules and......this," Rhett answered.

Royal took the tape from him, laughing a little. "Not sure if she's gonna wanna watch this," he chuckled. "Completely forgot about this one."

"What? Ya'll made a sex tape back in the day?"

Rhett laughed as Royal swatted at him, missing him by barely an inch. "You're somethin else boy," Royal told him. "I'll pop it in after lunch and we'll see what's on it."

As soon as his father's back was turned, Rhett made a face and thrust his hips back and forth, thinking Royal wouldn't notice.

As soon as lunch was over and Amy had been put upstairs for a nap, you and Rhett gathered in the living room with his parents to see what horrors lay in wait on the videotape.

"Hope it still works," Cecelia said, crawling under the fuzzy throw blanket with Royal.

The VCR clicked and the video began playing, the date April of 1992 displayed across the bottom corner of the screen. You and Rhett were shocked when you saw a very young Cecelia Abbott appear on screen, holding a little stick in her hand and the voice of a small toddler running around and babbling in the background.

"Alright what's up?" asked Royal's voice. "Is it showin?"

"Yep, there it is," Cecelia answered, showing him the stick. "Showin positive."

"Oh my God," Royal chuckled. "Oh holy shit......I didn't think doin it like we did would work......"

"Oh Dad that's nasty!!!" Rhett blurted out, laughing.

"What? I didn't think it would," Royal said before Cecelia smacked his shoulder.

You laughed too, turning your attention back to the TV, the footage cutting to some time later in June, showing Royal and Cecelia in Montana with John and Evelyn Dutton.

"Oh God, I remember that day," Cecelia chuckled. "I miss her so bad."

"Yeah, get it! Get it! Show it off!" Royal's voice told her.

You both laughed as young Cecelia showed off her unnoticeable bump along with Evelyn, the two of them bantering with their husbands.

"So this was with you?" you asked Rhett.

"Yep," he answered, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Oh God here we go," Royal said. "This was the day Perry found out he was getting a baby brother."

You giggled a little when you saw the date of August, 1992 on the bottom of the screen, Royal still behind the camera and Cecelia pointing out all the details in the sonogram photo in her hands.

"What am I seein?" Royal asked.

"Right there," Cecelia said, pointing it out.

"Right where?"

"Right there! Look with your eyes ya moron," Cecelia chuckled.

"OOOOOH!!!" Royal exclaimed. "Oh jeebus!!! He's fuckin flashin us!"

You and Rhett laughed as his parents rolled their eyes.

"I no wanna baby bruver!" the two year old in the video pouted.

"Well, you're gettin a baby brother Per," Royal told him.

"No I not."

"Yeah you are."

It continued like that for a good minute and a half, you and Rhett shaking your heads.

"And that is where your father learned quickly, never to pick a fight with a two year old," Cecelia laughed.

Back to the TV your eyes turned with more footage to come, jumping quick from August to December. "Oh God I remember that year," Cecelia groaned. "My mother had me on bedrest after Alabama defeated the Hurricanes."

"You know you're gonna need to quit scarin us right?" Royal said, his nose pressed against Cecelia's bump, herself half hidden as she held the video camera. She laughed when he gave her an annoyed side-eyed look, the fabric of her denim shirt stretching when the baby's foot nudged against his father's nose.

"Ya'll see what the little fucker just did?" he asked.

"No I did not just feel my lungs getting rearranged and moved in fifteen different directions," Cecelia laughed.

"He keeps it up I'm giving him his eviction notice."

"Ya'll will do no such thing," Cecelia told him. "If I go into early labor it's on you and you're taking Perry for an entire month."

"Yes dear," Royal sighed.

"Jeez ya'll must've been those last few weeks, huh?" Rhett asked his father.

"Try the last month," Royal answered.

"Oh jeez here it comes," Cecelia laughed.

You and Rhett were squirming a little when the video cut to the day Rhett was born, January 29th of '93. The footage showed poor Cecelia all laid up in her bed, the very same room upstairs in the house that hadn't changed in the last 31 years, laying on her side and her hand on her belly as she tried to plow through the labor pains.

"So.....ya'll want me to get a double wide shot o' this or pan down?" Royal asked before she flipped him the bird.

"If ya'll get even so much as one shot of anything comin out down there, I'm gonna kick your ass," Cecelia groaned.

You and Rhett couldn't help but laugh when suddenly it cut to the actual birth footage. "OH GOD DAD!!!! FAST FORWARD!!! FAST FORWARD!!!!" Rhett blurted out.

"I'm tryin! I'm tryin!" Royal insisted, trying to use the remote to fast forward.

Cecelia laughed a little. "Revenge, thirty something years in the making," she chuckled.

When Royal was finally able to fast forward through the nasty parts, he stopped at the one part that had you melting and Rhett's cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. You couldn't believe how adorable Rhett was as a newborn, his face pinker than the sunset and a head full of dark hair, all snuggled under his little blanket.

"Aw look how cute you were?" you teased.

Rhett felt a flush of heat going from his cheeks down to his chest.

"Yeah he was cute but when he turned two, he turned into a lil devil," Cecelia joked.

Now it was yours, Rhett's and Cecelia's turn to embarrass Royal when a shot of him holding Baby Rhett came on the screen, the tiny little baby practically being swallowed up by his blanket and his father's arms all at once.

"Are ya'll cryin?" Cecelia asked, aiming the camera at her husband and newborn son.

"Nope," Royal croaked.

"Bullshit, you're cryin," Cecelia chuckled.

You went through the rest of the video, all of you half laughing and half crying. It was a part of your in-laws' past that you had never seen before, a side of them that had only returned when Perry had been kicked out of the house.

"Are you actually crying?" you asked, noting the misty look in your husband's eyes.

"Darlin I'm fuckin laughin," Rhett chuckled.

"Bullshit, I know you better than that," you laughed, kissing him on the lips.

You couldn't see it, but the smiles on Royal and Cecelia's faces said it all.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #outer range

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malleusarcanum · 10 months

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⚠️: When things started to get. ~~~~~~~~~~~~good~~~~~~~~~~~~~

⚠️: not meant for green minded,

⚠️: just make sure not to imagine to much about this

Mc: I know! Let's watch an anime!

*Mc swiped the remote from Jade who is currently scrolling at Maginstagram using a smartmirror Tv*

Jade: I'm not done yet!!

Mc: shut up you're just looking at unsuitable pictures, look what happened to Deuce and Ace, even Epel didn't take it.

*pointed at Deuce, Ace, and Epel that is lying on the floor after they fainted out of over blushing.*

Leona: Awwww... Things are starting to get good.

Jack: *nodded*

Grim: Fnyaahhhhhh!! Henchman?!!!!!

Kalim: What a party pooper!!!!

Jamil: I've never felt this kind of sensation

Malleus: my soul just awoken, it desires to seek more

Lilia: I never thought huge things are better.

Sebek: Human! Don't take away the things Waka-sama likes.

Mc: Why don't all of you consider what I feel!

Floyd: It's not our fault shrimpy that you're the opposite of our gender~~~

Riddle: it's unjust and selfish if you only think of your side rather than the majority's.

Cater & Trey: Well said.

Mc: trey?! Even you?!

Trey: Well.... I can't disagree to our dorm leader or..

Cater: our heads might roll

Azul: We can do some arrangements unless if you agree to the terms of the contract

Mc: I'll do it...

*Azul's eyes brightened*

Mc: AFTER I DIED

*Azul's shoulders went down*

Vil: What about consider my Model offer instead dear apple.

Mc: *didn't bother to look at him* Sh7t! Did I heard a fly talking?

Rook: Roi de Poison?!

*panicked after Vil dropped his head on Rook's lap while Vil's eyes are weeping*

Silver: *snored loudly*

Ruggie: I want to see the part where--

*Mc threw a pillow but only smacked on Ruggie's face.*

Ruggie: Ouch!!!!

Kalim: Nice throw!

Mc : *mumbled* I wished that it flew away with his furry messy brain

Deuce, Ace & Epel: Ow snap!

Ruggie: I heard ya!

Mc: well good

Ruggie: Geez, you're just hot headed cuz yours is small

Deuce, Ace & Epel: ouch, savage!

*started to fight and their words and insults are not so clean*

Grim: nyahhh?!..... *Asked to them with worry* Should we stop them?

All Dorm leaders replied: A good show mustn't be cancelled

Mc: Well... Your!....

*Mc stopped because she can't pick an appropriate word for it*

Mc: I could just gobble you up!!!

Ruggie: Go on Flatty

*Mc's eyes darkened and grinned*

Mc: now you reached my murder limit

All of them: ruggie run!!!

*Ruggie ran around but did not left the room because he enjoyed it while Mc's anger meter is rising 5 times faster, if she can overblot she have definitely exploded Ruggie's body parts*

*Mc stumbled when someone held her leg*

Mc's thought: first I'm ashamed of seeing improper image of my same gender, then insulted my balloon as inflated and now I had a chance to get a first kiss from this nasty floor.

*Mc looked at who did that ready to kick him out of the world*

Kalim: Is silver really sleeping?

Lilia: Yep... I too was surprised that he had this unique talent. Attacking while snoring

Silver: Mc.... *Talked while sleeping*

Mc: *crawled to him then glared at Ruggie* I'm not done with you

Mc: *turned again to silver* what is it?

Epel: he's talking while sleeping..

Lilia & Sebek: *nodded*

Silver: Mc...

*Mc's eyes softened while waiting, her anger before lowered down*

Silver: Mc... Your's is small but soft... I want to squish it...... especially at bed

*Mc's eyes softened while waiting went darker than h3ll, her anger before lowered down now multiplied to a hundred times. Her intent kill level reached to maximum*

All of them whispered: this is far worse than overblot

*Sliver rubbed his eyes*

Silver: What happened---- why is there a devil in front of me???

*Cluelessly spoke and looks like his mind is still into sleep*

Lilia: Silver!!!!!!!!!

All of them: Scram!!!!!!!!

*Silver ran while crying and thinking of the moments he had with his wonderful dream where the Mc gave a small crochet bear to him*

Silver running: I wished I never woke up!

••••••••

I'm dearly grateful for the creatures reblogging, following, voting and commenting at these post.

I shall continue these kind of entertainment

Now I shall grave myself once again to rest in peace.

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walnutmistjamie · 5 months

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★★★★★ "You're not gonna want just the TIP with this server!" ★★★★★ "No thoughts just fuck" ★★★★★ "come for the come stay for the come" ★★★★★ "Ever thought about Roy Kent as a Catholic priest? (TIP: Jesus got nailed so you could get nasty)" ★★★★★ "5/5 marmalade sandwiches"

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#roy x jamie #royjamie #*mine: gifs #jamie tartt #roy kent #im not even joking #i love these people #if you like my gifs here you'll like them even more there #just sayin'

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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Your Relationship As Logans Youngest Would Include:

Requested: What would Logan’s relationship with his youngest child? - anon

A/N: I'm not 100% sure if this was a request or just a question, but I like it too much not to turn into a headcanon :) I'm basing it off these headcanons and this fic series because I love this Baby Roy! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Logan never wanted you from the beginning

He makes that abundantly clear with your mother, but she had no children, by him or anyone else, and thought this would be the way to trap him. It'll at least get her the money she wants when they inevitably divorce

Neither of your parents understand what it is to raise a child. Your mother was never warm and fuzzy with your siblings, let alone you. She hates the fact that she has to give up alcohol and sushi for you and definitely reminds you of all her sacrifices. Your father wants nothing to do with you. Period

He has three boys to choose from, more than enough for a single successor, and a daughter to carry on the family name. To Logan you're more like spare parts

He's older now, he has less time for children, less time for you. Less energy, too. He doesn't have time for you. He didn't have time for your siblings, but now he was even more busy. At least they're grown up, at least he doesn't have to parent them anymore. You're a baby, you supposedly need him. But his work is more important

After you're born he spends as little time with you as possible, leaving your mother and siblings to raise you. He can't remember, but he swears you cry more than the others. You cry all the time. It prevents him from working. It prevents him from inviting people over. You are deemed the reason he can't get anything done

It's up to your siblings mostly to raise you. Connor takes over as father figure and the rest do their best to protect you. When you're fussy or cranky or just not in a good mood they know better than to let you near Logan in that state. Things always end badly when you're around him

When he can't help but be around you, he remains distant. When you're old enough to walk and talk and go to school, he might ask about it. Probably not, though. He can't be bothered to care

You remind Logan of his own mortality. You're so much younger than he is, so much younger than your siblings. He sees you and realizes he doesn't have the energy anymore. He doesn't have the drive anymore. He's still got his bite of course, but he's getting older. He's not as scary as he used to be, at least he feels this way and it's why he's even more cruel than usual

Logan only hears word of your tantrums. You have a nasty temper that makes the help quit weekly. He doesn't have time for that. He'd just divorced your mother and became the parent with the most custody. He isn't going to hit you like Roman, he has this feeling you'd only get worse. You're already covered in bruises and scratches, he can't afford anymore questions

He sent you to your room for days at a time, he took away meals and toys and time with your siblings. Some days he even took you away from school, deciding that time with your teachers and friends was too good for you. You'd be so quiet, so still, he sometimes forgot you were there. When you begged for food and water he'd send a plate to your door, not wanting to see you at the table. Not wanting to see you at all

One day after a particularly bad week, after you threw yet another tantrum in front of his investors, he calls you into his study. You know you're not allowed in here. He has so many things he wants to say that he can't. He wants to yell and scream and order you to stop acting this way. It's childish, it's reckless, and if you don't straighten up, he'll ship you off to boarding school. Instead, what comes out is vague and simple: Quiet down.

Quiet down the tantrums, the emotions, the crying and yelling, the head banging, the scratching, the throwing, the disaster, quiet down everything until you are nothing. Until you are nothing

It is a non-threatening threat

Your siblings try to help, try to get in-between the anger and your father, but he knows. He sees everything that goes on inside his home. Your behavior is unacceptable and he will not stand it

When you started drinking, he took notice. You were, what? Ten, eleven, twelve. He'd had his first drink by your age. The fact that you had simmered down meant that it was working

He would do nothing to stop you, nothing to intervene. When you went to your mothers, when you weren't drinking, he was the one who heard all about how misbehaved you were. When you came home and self-sedated, he figured it was a win. He finally had you behaving. Ever since you were born he'd felt this anger, this disgust towards you. Now that you were limp and quiet and subdued, you were a pleasure to have

The pills were the next step, stealing from the bathroom cabinet, coke from Kendall's pockets, other drugs from school. He knew what was going on, but again didn't care. He felt like he'd been holding his breath your whole life and could now finally breathe

He didn't care what you did or how much you did it, it was your life he was fucking up, not his. Why should he care?

You wouldn't overdose til a few months later. He pays the hospital bills, never bringing it up. You collapse a few times at home, the help finding you, saving you, but he never brings it up. You come home and shut yourself in your room, out late every night

He's not an idiot. He knows exactly what you're doing, what you're trying to get rid of: the anger. He'd let you kill yourself over it. He has an heir, he has successors that aren't you. You're finally letting him do his job, letting him work. That's all he wanted your entire life

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

"To do what?"

He knows. He's always known. And sometimes it feels like he's rubbing it in your face that he knows and doesn't care. It hurts and drives you to do more drugs and drink more alcohol. If he doesn't care about you, why should you?

He doesn't keep track of you. You're at clubs, bars, underground, all over the city. If you're not home by the time he goes to bed you are not his problem. Simple

When you call him that night, sobbing, asking for help, for safety, for him to pick you up after days of not being home, he nearly hangs up. You are weak. You always have been. Instead he calls Connor, knowing he's in the city, ordering him to find you. When the call ends he goes back to sleep without worry. This is your mess, your fault. He won't let you get in the way of another big day tomorrow

Years you spent ruining your life, your body, a decade you spent in those bars, in those clubs, drinking yourself to sleep every night because you were weak and couldn't deal with life

He doesn't see you for months after that. You go to rehab a few times. You stay with your siblings and then you get your own place. Neither of you talk about that night, that call. He is neither kind to you nor hateful. You simply exist. You are a letdown. You always have been. He was foolish to think you'd be any other way

Logan dies not liking you. You're clean now, have been for a year after multiple months of rehab and multiple months of falling off the wagon. But that doesn't mean a thing to him. You poisoned yourself for years. You poisoned your family. You couldn't deal with life and that made you weak. No matter how sober you stay or for how long, you did those things to yourself. No one else did. Logan didn't want you from the beginning, but your life just proves you are not a Roy, you never will be. You're, at best, spare parts

#requested #headcanon #logan roy #logan roy imagine #logan roy headcanon #logan roy x reader #succession #succession imagine #succession headcanon #succession x reader

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izzyspussy · 1 year

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fic where roy just kind of assumes jamie has a daddy kink. he's got the daddy issues after all, and he's always calling roy 'coach' or 'sir' or whatever even now they're together, he's obsessed with making roy proud of him in bed and out, and he's got a past history of dating older, and on and on. so he's just like yeah obviously.

but jamie doesn't.

luckily, roy never like whips that shit out during sex thinking jamie'd be into it, cause that would be hm how you say... devastating? he just sort of nonchalantly brings it up as a matter of course when they're talking about some other shit. like yeah well your daddy thing-

and jamie's like. my what. my what roy. like, obviously pissed lol yikes.

but roy's like well what am i supposed to think jamie! you're always calling me coach and sir-

and jamie's like yeah those are different fucking words roy! and plus keeley calls you some of those too!!

and roy's like yeah but keeley doesn't have- but he cuts himself off there because he's learning, right. and this hole is already deep enough ain't it lmao. but like it's not like jamie doesn't know exactly what he was going to say.

so jamie's like no, go on. what's the difference exactly? hm?

anyway once again i don't know how to end the post, but they get into a fight about how that's a really fucked up thing to just assume about somebody without asking and also - ironically - a bit patronizing. and obviously work it out and have carefully negotiated perverted nasty make up sex.

#jack facts #ted lasso #royjamie #roy kent #jamie tartt #rkj #otplus #hc #lime

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mitskijamie · 9 months

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🌹

Spring

March slips in the back door without a trace.

As if from thin air, bright-green plant chutes begin to burst through earthy layers of decomposing leaves, and the rain - though it carries on as always - suddenly goes bathwater-warm.

The sun rises over the rooftops at 6:30, then at 6:15, then so early that it rouses Roy and Keeley each morning nearly an hour before their alarms.

"We should get some of those blackout curtains," one of them will always say to the other as they stumble bleary-eyed into the kitchen. "Sleep in a bit."

They won't get blackout curtains, and they both know it. The Home - the delicate, fleshy mycelium network that ties the roots of Roy to the roots of Keeley, and the roots of both of them to this too-big house of theirs - can't sustain even a microgram of change. Not to decor and not to routine. Not for now, at least, while they're still dangling over the abyss by a cobweb's breadth.

To look at the two of them in the kitchen each morning, you would think that nothing had ever changed; that they'd kept one another without sin through the winter, the way husband and wife ought to, huddled together in the warm, breathing home they'd grown from their own blood and viscera. To look at them, you'd think that Roy had always just made two coffees - his own and Keeley's - because there had never been anyone else to attend to.

"There'll be nasty thunderstorms in Manchester all week," Keeley says, curling a hand around her coffee mug and holding it there.

She's always liked to press her open palms to the searing hot ceramic just a moment too long; says it wakes her up. She's a nutter, his Keeley.

"My weather app says dangerous hail," she continues. "Nearly five centimeters across. Can you believe that?"

Roy sits down heavily across from her. His knee aches from the rain, and his hips ache from sleeping wrong, and his back aches from the weight of forty years upon his shoulders.

"Glad we're here instead of there, then," he says.

An unspoken plea:

Leave it alone. Please just leave it alone, because we've gotten what we wanted and then some, and we're here and we're whole and we don't need anyone else, and if we only keep telling ourselves so then we'll believe it, but neither of us will ever believe it if I'm the only one saying it, so please please please just leave it alone.

Keeley flattens out her face - drains the affection from between her eyebrows - and rakes her eyes across Roy's face.

A silent answer:

Fine. Fine, Roy, if you're really sure that's what you want.

But Roy isn't really sure of anything anymore.

#ask #roy/jamie/keeley #roykeeley #this is a long excerpt because idk if ill ever finish this #i don't know if people like AUs so i never really work on this one #but it's about roy and keeley trying to save their failing marriage by hiring a call boy (jamie) to do threesomes with them.#idk #long post #wip

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meatmensch · 5 months

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last night i asked "anyone wanna see a fucked up horny part of one of my royjamie wips" and well my dear friends @brettsgoldstein @chronicdilf @saywhatjessie here you go

Context for this whole situation: this is near the end of a slow-burn season 3 canon divergent fic that focuses on Roy and Jamie becoming best friends and learning to balance anger and softness. This scene is the night before an away match at Etihad. Earlier in the night, Jamie told Roy he was scared of seeing his dad while in Manchester, and Roy basically said, "You don't have to worry. You've got me. I'll be angry when you want to be soft, and you can do the same for me, and niether of us have to be afraid anymore." This is when they get together. Jamie's dad comes to Jamie's hotel room later, Jamie opens the door without thinking ('cause it's the middle of the night and he's tired), James sees Roy in Jamie's bed, and starts wailing on Jamie. Roy is roused from half-sleep, hauls James off of Jamie, and starts beating the shit out of him in the hallway. And y'know it's a rough draft ofc so be niceys...

he thinks maybe it should scare him. he's never seen roy so fucking angry and violent. never in all the years he's watched him play footie and known him and fought with him has he ever been this terrifying. he's screaming like an old fucking warrior, battering jamie's dad around in a way that reminds jamie that roy can do a hell of a lot more with one good leg than just about everyone else can do with two. jamie thinks maybe he should pull roy off his dad to make sure roy doesn't kill him. he thinks he should be horrified. but he's got a nasty sort of satisfied feeling in his chest, and he can't help but that roy looks...handsome. like an avenging angel, visiting this plane with the pure purpose of dazzling the world with his godly footie abilities, falling in love with jamie, and keeping him safe. roy has his father pinned to the ground, with his hands firmly wrapped around his neck, and it's way past protection. roy is roaring like a lion, letting his rage and exertion bleed out as he puts all of his weight into choking the fucking life out of jamie's dad. jamie should stop him. jamie should fucking stop him. but after everything his father's done to him, how small, and powerless, and fucking worthless he's been making him feel his entire life, he doesn't fucking want to. fuck the consequences, and fuck his dad. he stays glued to the wall, watching as the man he loves makes the piece of shit hurt. roy and him made a pact, after all, to look out for each other. he's stark raving fucking mad, but it's romantic seeing roy follow through on his promise.

All around them, doors begin to swing open. Isaac and Colin storm out of their rooms and shout, trying to get them to stop as they run over. Sam runs to Jamie. Dani and Thierry join the mix. Soon, nearly the whole team surrounds them.

Isaac, Thierry, and Jan Maas manage to haul Roy off of James. Roy looks fucking furious about it, but he doesn't throw any punches. He thrashes around, screaming, keeping his attention on James, who some of the lads are holding back as well.

James starts yelling at Jamie. "You fucking fairy. Look at what this twat's done to my son. You're weak, Jamie!"

Jamie could leave it. He could say absolutely fucking nothing, and no one would think any less of him for it. But he's been keeping his head down and taking his dad's shit his entire fucking life, and he's so fucking over it. He's had enough. He wants to give his dad a piece of his mind...some parting words.

"You're wrong," he starts quietly, his voice hoarse from the jab to his throat his dad got in. The choas of everyone shouting, enraged or trying to figure out what's going on, drown him out.

"Everyone, quiet, please!" Sam yells from his side. They all pipe down, and turn their attention towards Sam and Jamie. Roy meets Jamie's gaze.

He can do this. He can do this. He holds his head up and looks his dad in the eyes.

"You're wrong. You're wrong about everything. Everything you've ever told me makes me weak is really what makes me strong - being good to my teammates, being good to Mummy...being who I am. Loving who I love. I won't let you lie to me anymore. You don't get to do this to me anymore. I am happy for the first time in my life, and safe. I won't let you ruin it."

#hi :3 #my posts #ted lasso #my art and writing

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from-the-clouds · 1 year

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Prof Roy ex-student young wife anon here!

I LOVED every single word you wrote omg. I agree 100000%. Also loving the idea of him just being so happy to pay for your further education and research trips. Like an academic sugar daddy. I love this. I totally see you becoming a professor too and him being your biggest supporter and you two being this power couple teaching at the same college at some point. Doctor Roy and Professor Roy.

I also had another thought which is how he’d propose to you the night before your graduation. Cause he loves your forbidden romance but he can’t wait to make you his beautiful young wife and have you on his arm when he gets another award or a certification at a fancy gala. So, you show up to graduation in your cap and gown and a huge diamond ring.

Im sorrry this is probably cringe and a weird niche fetish of mine so I’m sorry for exposing you to that.

Hope you’re having a good day!!

omg YES an academic sugar daddy that's so true. i love the idea of becoming a power couple. there are even times where you are both are sort of competing with each other in your career, but you're very much like 'when one of us wins, we both win' and that's like a sentiment he legitimately has never heard before. like he might be on edge but when he sees it's just good-natured competitiveness on your end he realizes that he can have what he had with his siblings without things getting nasty and manipulative.

the proposing before your graduation he is so insane for that. i imagine you want to marry him too but you've never told your friends about him so when you show up with a massive ROCK on your finger they are like "soooo...whose the guy?" and you just have to sort of lie until it's an appropriate time to reveal who he is. or maybe he proposes to you when you graduate with your masters so at that point he hasn't been your prof in awhile so it's more widely acceptable. but yeah, very selfishly he just wants to make sure you belong to him. as long as he knows that he's fine and supportive with whatever else you decide to do.

i also imagine for awhile people really whisper about you behind your backs because regardless of how you actually start hooking up with him, there's always gonna be that stigma that he once was your prof. but after awhile i do think people will be able to see your connection is genuine and you do care about one another so they don't talk as much shit.

but NO, literally don't apologize at all it's not weird at all. the idea is really hot to me too. it's my dream life to just be curious about different things and being with someone who would let me explore all my interests and support that is honestly so fucking hot. feel free to send me as many asks about this as you want!! thank you<3

#asks #writing #kendall roy x reader #professor!kendall

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amiharana · 1 year

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au where link runs a daycare and one day as he's waiting with all the kids during pickup, this guy he's never seen before comes in asking for a kid, and the girl runs up to the guy and is like "uncle revali!!" all happily but link is like "you're not the parent that normally picks her up, how do I know you're not trying to kidnap her 🤨" and revali gets all pissy like "duh, I'm her uncle and I'm just picking her up this one time bc her parents are busy🙄" and so he has to show like id verification and confirmation from the parents that he's authorized to pick the kid up from daycare but whatever, link is just glad that this was a one time thing and he doesn't have to deal with the guy again..

until! revali keeps coming back to pick up the kid (I still dunno why so don't ask me). and link and revali keep talking to each other, and revali realizes how well link works with kids and link realizes that revali is just very protective of his niece and he loves her a lot 🤭

ok but have you ever seen ted lasso because revali is LITERALLY roy kent like.. idk how to describe it if you haven't seen the show but roy kent curses a lot and has a bad attitude, but it's just out of love and what his circumstances required, and he's sooo sweet with his niece!! anyways that's 100% revali idc

crow this au is so cute 😭🤍🤍 i have not seen ted lasso but i will take your word for it bc that sounds very revali-like 💪💯

do you think link would want to have initially pursued childcare as his career? i feel like he wouldn't have even considered it as a possible career choice until having a Awakening™ like imagine link is a nursing student at first because he knows that the job brings in good money, and he's doing clinicals in a pediatric ward for a shift when a crying kid and her very anxious father come in. turns out, she's broken a bone after a nasty fall and link's clinical instructor assigns link to work with her. at first, link is nervous because this is the first time he's ever worked in the pediatric ward and he's never really worked with little kids before so he's not sure how to approach the whole situation.

but then link gets to talk to her 🥺 her name is aster, she's seven years old, and she wants to become a dancer! the reason why she's in the hospital in the first place is because she was trying to do a dance move she learned in her classes, but she spun too hard and landed really badly on her wrist 🥺🥺 link nods because he relates, he too loved to dance as a child, and he still dances a little in his free time (while admittedly is not a lot because nursing is kicking his ass). he shares this with aster (minus the getting his ass kicked), and the whole conversation calms her down enough for his instructor to start leading them over to the x-ray room to get a proper diagnosis of the broken wrist. the whole time they're doing the x-ray, link and aster just keep on talking about what kind of music they like to dance to, their favorite dance moves, etc. and they get through the x-ray with no issues!

the injury ends up not being too severe and they won't need to do any surgical procedures (aster's father medda is very relieved at this point), but they do have to realign the bone in order to put it into the cast and have it heal properly. dr. deku (link's instructor) says they'll have to use a local anesthesia, and when aster asks what that is, he explains that they have to inject her with a needle and the poor girl pales.

internally, link facepalms (dr. deku isn't very good with dealing with kids, is he?) and he tells aster, "hey, it's gonna be okay! you wanna fix your wrist so you can go back to dancing, right? but we have to give you the anesthesia so that your wrist won't hurt too much when we put it back where it's supposed to be." it comforts her a little, but she's still quiet and wide-eyed about the needle, so link kneels in front of her and keeps talking. "i know it's scary, but i promise, the needle will hurt less than when you hurt your wrist. you're so strong and brave, it's gonna be like nothing! and if you let us fix your wrist, i'll teach you one of my favorite dances when you're all better. how does that sound?" slowly, aster physically relaxes, nodding quietly. and link smiles. "that's it! i'll be here to hold your hand if you get scared, okay?"

so they inject the anesthesia, correct the bone position, apply the cast, and it all goes smoothly! aster squeezes link's hand once during the injection, but she puts on a brave face and link tells her he is very proud of her :) dr. deku finishes up the procedure and talks to medda about at-home treatment, insurance, etc., while link talks to aster telling her she was very brave and that she's going to heal in no time :> before they leave, aster gives link a hug (with her non-broken wrist arm lol) and tells him, "thank you for holding my hand mr. link. i was scared for a little bit, but you helped me not to be!"

and that's kind of the moment that link is like. Wow! That was really cool and i think i would like to work with kids! he ends up really enjoying his time in the pediatric ward and he eventually graduates with his nursing degree specializing in pediatrics, but when it comes to actually getting a job... link doesn't want to do nursing anymore 😳 he wants to work in childcare 🥺

so after graduating, link looks into how he can open his own daycare but there's. a lot going on. you have to get certifications, go to orientations, get licensing and look into zoning if you open your own facility, not to mention the supplies and resources he would need, it's just so much :(( so link decides to get a job at a local daycare first, that way he can save up money and get the experience working with kids to make sure this is what he wants to do and it is ✋😭 he has no more doubts, this is for sure what he wants to do in his life, he just luvs taking care of little kids he is so hashtag mother

link spends a couple years working to save money to build his own daycare and one day he does! he finally opens the 'second sunrise' daycare on hateno street. his sister zelda becomes the manager/receptionist, while her gf mipha ends wanting to work there because she loves kids too! she loved raising her younger brother sidon so she has a natural affinity for childcare which is exactly what link needs to run this place >:] it all works out and the daycare becomes moderately popular with many families leaving their children at the second sunrise daycare, their children always well taken care of <3

now. here's the actual revalink part. HAHAHAH sorry i got super invested in how link would have gotten into childcare

molli is one of link's favorite kids to take care of at the daycare. she's a very sweet sleepy kid and likes to sit with link to tell him all about the stories and fairytales her grandfather used to tell her about before he passed. her father harth is the one who drops her off and picks her up and at first, the dude was kind of standoffish and quiet. over time, link was able to break the ice with harth and now they chat and catch up every time he comes to drop off and pick up molli ^^

there's one day where harth comes in the morning to drop off molli, but he doesn't come at the normal time that he picks her up, and link is starting to get worried. this is very not like harth at all... but molli doesn't give a shit tho she's peacefully sleeping in one of the naptime cots LMFAOKDJHFJD until finally a stranger that link has never seen before enters the daycare looking disgruntled and disheveled. he talks to zelda at the receptionist desk but she looks over to link with a somewhat nonplussed look, so he looks over to make sure mipha is handling everything in the main room before going over to the front.

"hi, is there a problem here?" link says, looking over at the stranger. he's taller than link with white streaks in his dark hair, narrow green eyes, and a furrow in his brow. he's kinda hot...

"yes, there is a problem," the man says through gritted teeth. "i just need to pick up my niece and your receptionist won't allow me to."

link raises a brow. "your niece? what's her name?"

"molli," the man replies. somehow, link thinks he hears his voice soften, but it doesn't negate the biting tone in his next words. "her father sent me to get her as no one else could and i see myself as a good enough person to run such an errand."

link crosses his arms and leans against the desk. "molli's father usually picks her up at 4pm sharp. why would he send you to come get her? do you even know his name?"

the man rolls his eyes. "of course i do, his name is—"

"uncle revali!" comes a little shout, and link turns to see molli waddling over to the man, her hair still messy from her nap. he looks back at the man, now identified as "revali", but his eyes are only molli, his shrewd green gaze softening as he crouches into a squat, extending his arms as molli throws herself into hugging him.

he wraps his arms around her and returns her embrace gently. "hey sleepyhead," revali says. "ready to go home?"

"where's papa?" molli says instead, and the man sighs. he lifts molli up easily with her arms around revali's neck.

"your dad's a little busy right now, darling, that's why i'm here to come get you today." revali looks back at link and zelda expectantly. "well? it's clear she knows who i am. are you going to keep interrogating me?"

"i'm afraid we have to at the very least verify your identity," zelda says. "it's protocol, since you're not the parent that normally picks her up and neither did we receive confirmation from the parent who does that someone else would be coming in. it would be a safety violation if we let her go with you without verification."

"oh, for hylia's sake," revali growls, rolling his eyes. "do i need to call harth for you right now?"

"that would be preferable," link says, giving revali a once over. "for all we know, you could be stalking their family and have been manipulating molli." revali shoots a glare at him, but pulls out his phone and taps at it a few times before they hear the ringing. after three rings, the call takes and revali puts it on speaker.

"revali?" comes harth's voice. he sounds tired and pained, and it instantly puts link on high alert. "did you get molli yet?"

"i could have, if your daycare would let me leave with her," revali grumbles. "they said i have to get my identification verified because it's a safety violation."

harth snorts over the phone. "yeah well, you aren't exactly the most friendly looking guy. can you hand the phone to one of the staff?"

"you're on speaker."

"mm. hey link? you there?"

"i'm here," link says, leaning towards the phone. "is everything okay, harth? why weren't you able to pick up molli yourself?" he glances at revali, who's still glaring at him.

harth sighs, a tinny breath through the speaker. "i would have, but i got in a car accident on the way over. i'm in the hospital right now." link's eyes widen and zelda gasps, covering her mouth with both hands. "i'm mostly okay, but my arm's fractured so i'm gonna be off for a couple weeks and i won't be able to drive... but since i'm the only who takes care of molli, i'll probably still have her over at sunrise like normal since i can't really take care of her like this. she likes it there anyway... she tells me all about how you're her favorite caretaker, link."

link smiles for a moment, but it turns back into a frown as he remembers something. "wait, how are you going to get her over here if you can't drive?"

"that guy who's with you there right now is an old friend of mine, revali. molli will call him 'uncle' but we're not actually related, it's just what she calls him. i don't have any friends who can actually babysit molli themselves, since teba and saki are gonna be covering my shifts at work and amali's got her hands full with her own kids. revali works, but he can at least take molli to and from sunrise at the normal times i do drop offs and pickups. you can take care of her still, right?"

"of course we can," link replies softly. "we're just worried about you too, you know. how bad was the fracture?"

"they said it was a transverse radial fracture and that it'll take about six weeks to heal. don't feel too bad, it's not like you were there to fix me up with a splint or something. i'll be fine. insurance is taking care of the crash and the injuries."

"okay," link says. "we'll have to register revali in our system as a confirmed parent for molli's file for our safety protocols. that okay with you?" he gets a hum of confirmation over the phone. "okay. i'll take care of that here. you rest up, we'll try to come visit you soon. take care, harth."

"you too. thanks, link." the call ends and revali pockets his phone again, adjusting his grip on molli in his arms.

"is papa gonna be okay?" molli says looking up at revali. link's heart cracks in two at the quiet, sad tone of the child's voice, and watches the way revali's eyes soften as he looks back at molli. interesting...

"your dad's going to be just fine, darling," he says softly. "he's a very strong and brave man, he can get through anything, don't worry."

"can we go see him?" she says.

revali pauses for a moment before responding. "sure, sweetheart, we can go see him." and link's heart just shatters.

they have revali sign a couple things for the confirmed parent paperwork and verify his identity with a government-issued ID, and let him go, link and zelda waving at molli as she waves back and snuggles into revali's hold. revali nods at them in silent acknowledgement and turns, leaving the daycare with zelda and link at the desk.

"he was kind of attractive once you get past the prickliness, don't you think?" zelda says, breaking the silence. link rolls his eyes and walks back into the main room with mipha. (he won't admit that he agrees 😄)

this shit is so long now LOL but revali coming in every morning and afternoon to drop off and pick up molli every weekday for the next couple of weeks. he mostly doesn't say anything and just nods, a surly look on his face when he interacts with link and zelda but the softest look in his eyes when he hugs molli goodbye or in greeting when he picks her up. it's so interesting to link, how someone this much of a pretentious dickhead could be so tender towards one of the sweetest children ever.

he tries striking up conversation with revali, just small talk, but revali only gives him short cold answers. it reminds link of how harth used to be when he first started coming to the daycare, and link wonders if he can get through to revali eventually. (he hopes he can; he does think revali is kinda fine 🤑 especially since one of his fav kids loves revali so much)

"your earrings are beautiful," link says one day when revali is dropping molli off. he's wearing little jade green hoops; they're simple, but they're elegant.

and the compliment catches revali off-guard. he reaches up with one hand to touch one of the hoops gently. "thank you..." he murmurs. "they're... a family heirloom."

link smiles at him. they're making progress! "they're beautiful," he repeats. "see you later?"

"yes..." revali says, blinking. "see you later..." link and molli wave goodbye as revali leaves the daycare, subconsciously reaching up to touch his earrings with his other hand.

it goes like that for a while; simple compliments about accessories or clothing or hairstyles (revali came in once with his hair in braids and link internally swooned a little, but kept his friendly facade up).

"...do you know any good coffee places nearby?" revali says, another time he's dropping molli off. it catches link by surprise since revali never initiates conversation, but he quickly turns it into a thoughtful look.

"hm... the east wind cafe is just down the street from here," link says. "they also have some food if you need a quick bite. tell pruce and ivee i sent you and they'll give you a discount for your first order." link winks. "i recommend their caramel macchiato."

"i will... keep that in consideration," revali says. he gives link a slight nod. "i'll see you later." he pauses, looking like he wants to say more. "have a good day."

link smiles. "you too, revali."

i talked a bit about this au to my irl who i've converted into revalinkism (but hasn't played botw yet 😒) and they were like This has so much potential for a slow burn, and they're SO true for that. it takes 15 conversations like this before revali and link even imply the idea of going out with each other in a romantic context

"have you always been a part of molli's life?" link asks when revali picks her up on one of those days.

revali hums as he picks molli up and holds her with one arm. "i was in the waiting room the day she was born," he said. "i felt as though i was in the actual hospital room as well, with how anxious i was."

he rubs molli's back as she snuggles drowsily into his hold. "there were complications during her birth, and i'm sure you're aware that she tends to be frequently drowsy like this, yes?" link nods. "molli has some health issues as a result of the circumstances of her birth, and i took part in caring for her back then when harth and her mother were struggling." revali presses a kiss to the top of molli's head. "she's like my own daughter, too. i would do anything for her."

once, revali comes in a little earlier than 4pm to pick up molli. zelda isn't at the receptionist desk because she's helping out mipha and link in the main room; the kids just had a little costume-and-tea party today! they've just finished and are in the middle of cleaning up, so revali just leans against the receptionist desk with his arm atop it, watching them do so.

link is sitting in the middle of the group, clapping his hands to a beat and singing that one barney clean-up song, leading a sing-a-long that the rest of the children are beginning to follow as they pick up their toys, give their costumes to zelda, and their plates to mipha. once they finish cleaning, link erupts into applause and cheers, causing the rest of the children to clap and cheer too. a couple of the kids, including molli, come to link for hugs, which he gives freely with a huge smile on his face telling the kids how they did such a good job of cleaning up and how he's proud of them.

he's a natural at this, revali thinks as he watches link continue to smile and cheer. it's like he was made to do this. he would probably make a really good parent...

suddenly, link meets his gaze from the main room and his cheeks flush pink, his eyes wide. and without really thinking about it, revali just gives him a small smile and an equally small wave. link blinks but smiles shyly, waving back.

the day that harth finally recovers from his fracture is the saddest day of link and revali's lives. can you believe they still haven't gotten each other's numbers or something at this point. they just keep kind of talking to each other twice a day when they see each other like complete losers. ✋😭

link gets a text from harth being like Hey, my arm is finally healed up. I'm heading back into work, and I can start taking Molli over again. See you again soon. and he shuts his phone off, puts it facedown, and just sits down at the receptionist desk with zelda. she rolls her eyes at him.

"you should just ask revali out already," she says, taking a sip from her tea and scrolling through her computer. "it's been how many weeks now?"

"i don't even know if he likes guys, zel," link says. she glances at him, giving him a look.

"even if he wasn't gay, he seems to really like you," she points out.

link presses his forehead against the desk. "don't give me hope. he just loves molli a lot."

"believe whatever you want to believe," zelda says, rolling her eyes again and going back to her work. "he looks at you like he loves you too."

when revali finds out harth is healed up and ready to go back, he doesn't even know how to respond. seeing link those two times of the day had been like. the highlight of his entire life for the past couple weeks. it's not like he can just randomly visit the daycare now that harth is going back to picking up molli. he should try to convince harth to let him continue taking molli under the guise that he just really loves his niece and harth needs more time to recover, or—

"stop making that face," harth says gruffly, clapping a hand on revali's shoulder. "you look scarier than i do."

"shut up," revali wrinkles his nose at harth. "not even a mask could conceal the ridiculous unsightliness you're bringing into the world."

harth snorts. "if i'm 'unsightly', what does that make molli?"

"a very pretty young lady," revali says primly. "are you sure you're her father?"

harth smacks revali's shoulder in jest, but continues. "tell me what's actually on your mind, old friend."

"nothing of particular relevance," revali lies cleanly. "just that i'm surprised you're willing to go back to driving so soon after recovery, when driving is what caused all this mess in the first place."

harth raises his brows. "so not about link?"

revali blinks rapidly, furrowing his own brow. "what?"

"molli keeps talking about how you and 'mr. link' have been getting along real well when you come to the daycare," harth says. "says you look happier talking to him."

"that's not true," revali sputters, flushing, "i'm just being polite since they're taking care of her after all and—"

"you're saying my little angel would lie?" harth says, amused. "she's more perceptive than you give her credit for, you know." then his expression becomes more serious. "you're one of my oldest friends, revali. i'm always going to encourage you to pursue what makes you happy and if it's my childcare provider that's doing it for you, then you should go for it."

"no, wait, that's not," revali chokes, but harth shakes his head, chuckling. "i'm not, i don't like him, he's—"

"you can go pick up molli for me since you want to see him so bad, it's almost 4," harth says, waving him off and turning to walk away. "link's a really nice kid, i get why you like him so much, so go ask him out already."

revali is left there, completely flabbergasted that he's been seen through. is he really not that subtle about it? (yes the closet is made out of glass babe you are NOT slick)

so revali goes over to the daycare, sullenly wondering if this is the last time he's going to see link ever because it would be weird if he showed up not to drop off or pick up molli, and when he enters, link, molli, and zelda are already waiting at the desk. zelda greets him, link waves, and molli waddles over latching herself to revali's leg.

"harth let us know that he was going to be able to start taking molli again," zelda says, as business-like as usual, and revali's heart begins to sink at the reality of it all, until— "but i forgot to ask him if he'd like to keep you on molli's file as an emergency contact? i'm not sure if he had someone else in mind, but seeing as you're his close friend and we already know you, it would be convenient for both of us."

"ah," revali says, blinking. "yes, just keep me as an emergency contact. if harth has problems with it, he'll let you know, but i doubt he will." he pats molli's head. "i'm the only other person he trusts to take care of her."

"perfect! i'll update that on her file then." zelda goes back to typing on her computer, and revali doesn't know where to look because if he looks at link, he doesn't know what he's going to do or what to say or—

"will this be the last time we see you?" link says and revali can't stop himself from meeting the blond's gaze. something about his voice seems sad, disappointed, but it can't be, why would he be sad or disappointed? he stares with wide blue eyes that keep revali rooted to the spot, almost lost in their own little world, until revali forcefully tears his gaze away.

"well," he says, swallowing, "if harth will continue taking molli, i don't have much of a reason to come back here anymore. it would be strange, wouldn't it? coming to a daycare with no child to leave or take with."

"i guess," link replies softly. and they fall quiet, the only sounds in the air being zelda's typing, the faint echo of children's' laughter in the main room, the soft music in the reception room.

"are you gonna miss mr. link?" molli asks suddenly, looking up at revali. his eyes widen and he opens his mouth, trying to scramble for an excuse, but zelda answers for him.

"i bet he's going to miss mr. link so much," zelda says, in a very matter-of-fact tone. "they're the bestest of friends and now they can't see each other anymore! your uncle and mr. link must be so sad, molli." link shoots zelda a glare but she only smirks back.

"no!" molli exclaims. "i don't want you to be sad!" she pulls on revali's pant leg. "you're gonna come back to see mr. link, right? because you're friends and friends always play see each other and play. don't be sad, uncle revali!"

"what if they had a playdate, molli?" zelda says, almost deviously. link whisper-shouts at her, blushing, but she ignores it to continue. "do you think mr. link and uncle revali would like to have a playdate together?"

"a playdate!" molli shouts. "uncle revali, you and mr. link should have a playdate! please? i don't want you to be sad, uncle revali, you're gonna miss mr. link if you don't see him anymore!" she pulls at his pant leg again, give him puppy-dog eyes. "you'll come see mr. link again, right?"

revali looks back up at link, who's blushing and leaning over the desk, telling his sister off, who's giggling behind her hand. he looks back, meeting revali's gaze and straightens, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. he's pretty, revali thinks faintly.

"i... wouldn't be opposed to a playdate with mr. link," revali says softly. and link's eyes widen, face flushing darker. zelda looks even more devious behind the desk.

"yay!" molli cheers, dancing in a circle. "mr. link and uncle revali playdate!"

"yay for playdate!" zelda cheers, raising a fist. "you'll have to exchange numbers for the playdate, though. how else are you going to plan it?" she smiles expectantly at revali.

"don't you already have my number on molli's file?" revali says, finding the voice to speak as shrewd as he normally does. "you could have just gotten it from there."

"it's a privacy violation to give out or use the contact information of our children's caretakers' for non-work or emergency uses," zelda replies cheerfully. "but you giving your number to link in a personal context isn't. hope that helps!"

"you and your safety and privacy violations," revali grumbles, but he turns to link, who's still pink in the cheeks. "well? do you want my number so we can... plan our playdate?"

"s-sure," link whispers, eyes so blue and wide. "yeah, what's your number?" he pulls out his phone to open his contacts, and looks back up at revali. pretty, revali thinks again.

so they exchange numbers and revali and molli leave the daycare, molli cheering and skipping around. "bye mr. link! bye miss zelda!" she shouts as they exit.

"bye molli! bye revali!" zelda replies, waving. "see you next time!"

and when revali looks back, he meets eyes with link again. the blush has mostly died down from his cheeks now, but link as a whole glows warmly. he gives revali a small, shy smile and waves. just this once, revali allows himself to fully smile and wave back.

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #ask #cryiling #daycare au #ok the reason why i asked u to pick a letter was because i was trying to pick a kid from hateno for link to work with #medda is one of the farmers in hateno and aster is his daughter who loves dancing #i'm not a nursing student i'm just making up scenarios don't quote me on the accuracy of this KJDFHKJDF #harth has a broken arm because when u first meet him at rito village he has a wing injury from medoh #link's nursing student instincts flared up the moment harth mentioned he got a radial fracture #for whatever reason the tattoo/flower shop au was still in mind when i wrote this #so i just kept imagining link with tattoos even though i was actively like. Wrong AU!#i think i wrote revali a bit ooc in this one but that's ok #this is self-indulgent fic now teehee #i know you guys like when i write really fucking long because i Get Into It #but i feel bad because (1) there was so much i felt i didn't get Enough Into #like continuing link's journey into nursing and graduating and figuring out how and why he wants to do childcare #you know me i Love a little dialogue moment because i like being able to speak through my characters #and just really expanding into these little moments here and there #but also (2) i'm always gonna feel bad about posting such long shits KJDFJKD #anyways. where do you guys think link and revali went for their “playdate”#zelda is so over link and revali being disaster gays #you already know she's chismising with mipha about her idiot brother and the hot guy who keeps picking up link's fav kid to work with #u think mipha minds her business but she loves to gossip tewwww #i said caramel macchiato because alexa play coffee by bts #baBY BABY GEUDENEUN

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