#SORRY FOR LATE REPLY IT GOT BURRIED

[cheolhub]

okay like respectfully.. riding Hoshi’s abs has been like in my head for awhile now, imagine feeling the ridges of his muscles and veins as you ride him to oblivion also Seokmin.. and choking with his big beefy arms?? I know you see him as a sub more but GODDAMN 🫠 getting ruined by him in 27 different ways -cheolhao

I JUST SAW THIS IM SO SORRY T-T BUT !!!!!! YEAH imagine he has no idea what you’re doing till you just start rubbing against his stomach >< then he gets turned on bc, wow, you’re really using his body to get yourself off?? that’s hot (soonyoung likes being used i fear)

AND PLZ DONT TALK ABT SEOKMIN AND CHOKING BC IM NOT STRONG ENOUGHdhwhagzg i would love for him to be in a romantic headlock. 😻

[luimagines]

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ you make me light up with happiness & love everyday with your posts & I can't get enough of them 🥰🥰

Ohhhh

Thank you!! 🥰🥰

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Hi Ivy! I hope you're having a great day! I was wondering if you can write some Yandere headcanons for Leon? Thanks! (* ^ ω ^)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Thank you! My day was good so far. I hope your day was great too! Also, sorry for writing this so late 😅. If you liked these headcanons, let me know 🤗

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P a i r ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Leon Kennedy x Reader;

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ W a r n i n g s ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ yandere behaviour, stalking, mention of kidnapping.

Also, check my Patreon and Ko-fi for early content and drafts. Thank you! ❤️

➤You two met while waiting in line to buy coffee. It was a cold morning, everyone was tired, and they all wanted to go home already. The store got full pretty quick, and the baristas barely handled the crowd.

➤Leon was waiting behind you when something caught his attention. Maybe it was the hair, maybe your coat, which was tight on your body, highlighting your curves, or maybe the faint scent of perfume. Nonetheless, he kept staring at you, hopping to see the face of the stranger who captivated him so early in the day.

➤He got to hear your voice as you talked on the phone. Your soft voice captivated him even further and ignited something inside him. It could be passion or desire; he didn't know, but the feeling was intense.

➤He couldn't resist any longer, so he gently tapped your shoulder. The moment you turned, it felt like the world stopped for him. There wasn't anyone else in the shop beside you and him. You were simply perfect.

➤With a shy smile, he gently asked you what the time was, lying that his phone was dead. After that, you two chatted for a bit about the weather and how small this place actually was, but you both agreed that coffee's too good to change locations.

➤Even if it wasn't obvious, he was very much into you. You liked him too. He was handsome and tall, and he seemed kind too. You didn't develop an obsession, though.

➤After that, he followed you all day, finding where you work and where to live. He felt so good to be a part of your daily activities, even if you didn't know.

➤He couldn't focus on anything, as your face was the only thing he could think about. He began to replay that small interaction in his mind over and over, obsessing over it, creating different scenarios, and thinking about what could've gone differently if he had the courage to ask for your number.

➤At some point, he installed microphones and cameras in your place.

➤He wanted to see every single thing you do and analyse every detail of your life, no matter how boring it was. He could stare at you for hours, watching you eat, cook, and work. He enjoyed watching you sleep the most, as you looked so peaceful. All he wanted was to snugle in your bed and pull you closer to him, feeling the warmth of your body and burrying his nose in your hair. His body twitched in excitement as he fantasised about such intimate moments with you.

➤For a very long time, he was happy to stalk you, as everything you do has a certain charm to it. He learned so much about you, from your hobbies, what movies you liked, what you studied in college, and what your deepest secrets were, like addictions or regrets.

➤His desire grew stronger and stronger by the day, until it became unbearable. He had to approach you again, and this time maybe to take you with him.

➤During a night out with some friends, Leon decided to make his move when he saw you at the bar, alone and indecisive about what to drink.

“I can suggest a good drink if you want.” He said it in his sweet voice.

“Sure, I can use some help," you replied to the good-looking stranger, who seemed a little familiar.

➤There was something about him. You couldn't remember at that moment where you met him. Maybe it was his way of talking, or maybe his mannerism. Nonetheless, you engaged in a conversation with him, and while you talked, you suddenly remembered.

➤He liked you a lot. He liked you so much that he was willing to commit unspeakable things just to make you his. Yet you didn't know that because he seemed like the most innocent person on earth.

➤He tried to steal time, but eventually one of your friends called you over. His heart shattered into pieces as he saw you walking away. It felt as if you had ripped out his heart and walked away with it.

➤You waved to him and returned to your table. He watched you with a lost expression as you got far away from him. He was so lovesick. At least he has your number.

➤For your own sake, you hope he doesn’t call, because no one will guarantee that you'll return home.

Tag-list: @lunarastrobabe @skylar-todd @rokurodokuro @brownsugarwrites @yourallyse (if you want to be added DM me 🤗)

[baekgufiles]

sunghoon’s love languages as your bf !! (pt. 2)

pairing: sunghoon x reader (not gender specific !!)

genre: fluff | slice of life (i guess?)

word count: 0.8k words

warnings: mentions of weight and self awareness, pet names, rlly cutesy again

a/n: omg the first part got like 60 notes real quick even though my profile is basically empty??? Tysm 😭

QUALITY TIME he’s the type to say “i miss you :(“ even though you see him like almost everyday. Would stick around as much as he could possibly could.

«hey»

«open the door»

those were the texts you read as you hesitantly open the front door of your apartment. a very smiley sunghoon received you with the phone still in his hand.

"what are you doing here?" you scolded and rushed to hug him at the same time.

"turns out our flight took off way earlier that we thought and I had some spare time so…" he shrunk his shoulders.

"so? you’re spending the night?" you were very excited to spend time together after enhypen’s 3-month-long tour on america.

"i am" he confirmed as he took your hand "but first I’m taking you on a date"

"sunghoon you don’t have to do that, you must be tired" you tried to decline.

"are you joking? i just got off a 13 hours flight. there’s nothing i would like more than going for a walk" he interrupted, quickly. maybe he was even more excited to see you.

"okay, okay, we’ll go. i’m getting us coffee ice cream" you announced, picking up the house keys.

"by the way, why didn’t you open with your own set of keys?" you curiously asked.

"i don’t know, maybe because last time i tried that you almost broke my rib?" he said, ironically.

"oh, yeah, that. sorry" you answered, smiling like an angel "on my defense, it was dark and you were supposed to arrive 3 days later"

sunghoon giggled "i missed your excuses so much"

your eyes soften as you replied "i missed you too"

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION i feel like he would struggle the most with this one idk why. bro would drop some random phrase like “you’re really pretty. not as much as me obviously, but still pretty” for sure

with a heavy sigh you blocked another account from your dms. ever since a sneaky photo of you with sunghoon was filtered, some crazy fans have managed to found your user name.

at first it wasn’t that big of a deal for you, you were well aware of how far people can go for their idols. but lately it had became more and more hurtful to receive insults daily. they would criticize anything about you; your smile was ugly, you were overweighted and even your nose turned out to be crooked and you had never noticed before.

the self awareness, more than ever before, was a commonplace now. You dropped the phone, creating accidentally loud noise as you collapsed on the sofa. you always kept pretty well with criticism but this situation was taking over you.

"baby, are you okay? I think I heard something" his voice sounded careful as he leant to the living room. the preoccupied expression appeared as soon as his eyes met yours, glossy from tears. sunghoon rushed towards you, embracing your figure as you hipped from the crying.

a couple minutes later, sunghoon spoke again in a whisper "can you tell me what happened?"

"it’s… it’s not that big of a deal really "you said between hiccups.

"sweetie, if it wasn’t that important you wouldn’t react like this" he rubbed your back, gently.

instead of talking, you passed your phone to him, the inbox open. sunghoon quickly scrolled throw the screen, his face becoming reddish and his eyes darkening.

"this is what has been bothering you?" he suddenly turned towards you. too embarrassed and still sensible to talk, you burried your head on your arms, but still nodded to let him know.

"y/n you can’t be serious" he spoke, carefully raising your face with one hand "they don’t know shit about me! how could they know what it is good for me?"

"but they’re your fans, they know-"

"they are not my real fans if hating you looks like a good idea for them. they don’t have any right over my relationships" both of his hands were resting on your cheeks now, keeping your eyes from avoiding him "listen. we both know words are not my strong, but i could keep going forever when it comes to you and i will if you don’t start to behave as my cute, confident girlfriend right now"

you lightly laughed, rubbing your eyes one last time. sunghoon felt the pressure on his chest dissipate as your breathe calmed down a bit "thank you for that. it’s just that, you know, you’re so talented, comforting, handsome and everything. sometimes I feel like you deserve so much better than me"

"you’re not perfect and neither i am! but you know what? we don’t need to be perfect to be the perfect couple. and let me tell you," he continued, fully serious, hugging you one more time "i have yet to see a pair that looks nearly as good as you with me""

@ baekgufiles

[meraki-sunset]

I have a couple questions about the homestuck commissions:

Have the prices gone up at all?

Do you do non-homestuck characters? (I was thinking about getting this guy comm'd)

Hey there, so sorry for the very very late reply, this got burried😭. Commissions prices haven't changed and yes i do non homestuck characters

Maybe this isn's relevant to you anymore but i didn't want to just leave it there, and maybe it'll be usefull to someone else

[kingcunny]

Say Rhaenyra dies between Episode 3 and 4...does Aegon get the attention and favor he believes Rhaenyra receives? Or does Viserys shut down as a father for good?

omg so sorry for the late reply this got burried in my drafts and i forgor….

rhaenyras death would shut down viserys not only as a father but as a person in whole.

viserys clings to rhaenyra as his way to remember aemma, and repent for what he did to her. with rhaenyra gone too there is no hope for him anymore. he would give up on life.

rhaenyra confesses in ep3 that she feels like viserys is trying to replace her, any attention he gave to aegon or his other children with alicent would make him feel like hes proving her right. hed feel like hes betraying rhaenyra, and through her aemma. hed shun those kids earlier/worse than he does in baseline. doesnt mean hed stop having kids, of course. rhaenyras death would only prove him right, that the targaryen line is too easily extinguished. he needs spares on spares to do his duty to his house, but he would not care for any of them. theyd all be too painful of a reminder of the ‘true’ daughter he lost.

assuming rhaenyra dies of illness or a freak accident, is not Killed, i think he looses daemon too. daemon has been clinging to rhaenyra as his replacement viserys. he would blame viserys for her death even though its no ones fault. because he Needs someone to blame for her loss. theoretically, they could reconcile, but it would have to be viserys reaching out to daemon. the way he did at laenas funeral. but viserys is too broken by rhaenyras death to even attempt or realize this.

ive talked before about how i think viserys decline between episodes 7 and 8 is caused by him “losing” both daemon and rhaenyra. that he gave up on living. i think this would happen faster as well, leading to viserys dying sooner. vis never looks or asks for a cure for his illness, but he does try and fight it, he still *wants* to live. but without rhaenyra (or daemon) he doesnt have any reason to continue to try and fight. the way we see him go almost catatonic after aemmas death? thats how he would stay until he died too. hed lie down in bed and wait for his illness to take him.

[frickingnerd]

V-chaaaan I wanted to ask you this but im still too distracted haha

What do you prefer? Dogs or cats?

omg I just remembered that Mondo ask the same in a free time event xd

I like both! They are the same ball of fur and destruction anyways 🤭

I have two cats that are partner a and their 3 babies and they a complete caos, always running around and fighting (honestly they are too cute), they have the tendency to play with everything they can reach and climb my bed at night and play on my bed while I try to sleep, but their cuteness make it imposible to hate them 🥺

Also my sister have a dog and is the same, that lady is a whirlwind of cuteness, everytime I pay her a visit she jumps on my and attack me with their cuteness and fangs and claws, she has so much energy and has destroy so much!!! But she is so cute that you cant stay mad at her for too long (and my sister doesn't have the heart to scold her haha)

I still have my little fish but he is always chilling in his little fishbowl, having his great life between food and gossip haha

Do you have pets V-chan?

mooonie, hii! this got completely burried in my ask box & now that i'm finally answering asks, i found this! though it must've been weeks ago when you first sent this :') so sorry about the late reply!

your pets sound so cute! 🥺 i never had any & i feel like it's a bit too late for me to still adjust to getting pets. i didn't have any friends who had pets either for the longest time-- a very petless life haha

i do think dogs are a bit cuter tho! both cats & dogs are cute, but dogs just seem so happy at all times! and they come in so many shapes and sizes too! but i did some dogsitting once and they are so much harder to take care of than cats. cats do their own thing and wanna be left alone, but dogs need to walked.

i'm a big bunny person tho! they are my favs animals ever and they are so fricking cute! their little jumping, their big ears and their fluffy fur... they are just perfect 🥺❤️

[snug-gyu]

Sorry for the late reply! I’m just kinda meh… more neutral I guess. I’m just trying to work up the courage to switch therapists to someone better suited for me but it’s scary haha

But I hope you’ve been doing ok lately <3

-🌌

Don't worry about it! Oh I'm sorry to hear that 😞 as someone who changed psychiatrists twice last year I know it's a hard thing to do but it'll pay off at the end when you find the right one! Wishing you all of luck with that, you got this~

I've been doing kinda meh too lol just life has been too much™️ and I'm still getting used to it, been kind of in a slump creatively too so that's why I'm not posting as much anymore. Nothing I create seems good enough for me. I've just been burrying myself into acnh lately and occasionally streaming it

Thanks for the update, come by any time 💜

[iotatheproot]

I don't do this that often, but I made a Lil fanfic and I wanted to share it here

A night spent watching movies/the cuddle session.

It was a late night on the meteor, everyone else was asleep, it was as quiet as it could get, until a shout rang through the halls "GODDAMN IT DAVE, I DON'T WANT TO WATCH PAUL BLART!" karkat shouted, both him and Dave had been arguing over what movie to watch for 30 minutes now. Dave sighed and laid back on the couch "listen man... we've been arguing over movies for 30 minutes, why don't we calm down for a bit bro, we'll find a movie eventually". Karkat sighed, Dave was right he should just try to calm down

Karkat laid down on the couch next to Dave "You're right, you're right... I'm just... ugg, you get me so annoyed sometimes!" Karkat burried his face in Dave's chest as he flushed red. "Aw... you're all flustered... hehe..." Dave chuckled as he ran his fingers through Karkats hair, eventually stopping at karkats horn to rub it slightly with his thumb, slowly a deep rumble emanates from Karkat, Dave suddenly stops and says confused "Karkat are you..." Dave pauses for a moment. "S-shut up..." Karkat let's out, embarrassed. "You're purring..." Dave says softly, "no I'm not..." Karkat softly denied. "Ok... but it's cute... I think I know what we can watch" Dave pats karkats head as he gets up and heads over to the pile of movies, he pulls out an oldie but a goodie 'homeward bound', he puts it in the DVD player and heads back over to the couch sitting down, he still hears that deep rumble from karkat. "Heh... you're still going? That's so cute..." karkat playfully pushes Dave and retorts "what no! I'm... I'm not cute..." Dave chuckles and cuddles upto karkat "whatever you say..." he softly says as he presses play on the movie.

As the movie continued, Dave couldn't help but feel a bit tired, the deep rumblings from karkat just makes him more comfortable, he yawned and said quietly "do... you mind if we just... stay here all night?" Dave looked up to see, karkat had already fallen asleep. He sighs closing his eyes and falling asleep. The night couldn't go by faster, karkat wakes up first, with Dave sound asleep on his chest, karkat thinks to himself 'how did I end up with someone so perfect?' Karkat sighs and lays back, happy to just stay with Dave. As they both lay there in a tight embrace, John walks in, his eyes widening from the sight "are... you two?" He quietly asks. "Are we what?!" Karkat says annoyed. John steps back a bit "S-sorry... I just wanted to-" John gets cut off by karkat "Yes we are matesprits, deal with it!"

John steps back again "oh... uhm... I guess that's what I was asking-..." John pauses for a moment shifting in place "-uhm, breakfast was made... should I bring you two some or just leave you two alone?" John quietly asks. Karkat thinks for a moment and says "just leave us be!" Karkat says even more annoyed now... John leaves and closes the door saying "Ok ok... sorry...."

Dave's eyes slowly flutter open, he notices karkat is slightly annoyed "hey... you seem slightly... annoyed, every thing alright" Dave stretched as he asked this. "No no, it's all alright... do you want to go have breakfast together?" Karkat asked softly. "Um... yeah, I wouldn't mind" Dave said as he got up from the couch, holding karkats hand. "Ok then, let's go." Both karkat and Dave started heading too the dining area. "So... about last night, that noise?" Dave inquired. Karkat sighed and looked away before replying "trolls make... a certain noise when they're really happy..." Dave chuckled slightly as he said "well, you were purring!" Karkat looked up at Dave and quickly says "don't say that so loud!" Dave ruffled karkats hair and said "hey, I'm not going to tell anyone, ok, just calm down dude!" Dave said as he sat down at the table, karkat getting both of them a plate of breakfast, he sits down too. "Ok.... yeah, it's just... kinda embarrassing." Karkat softly said. "Well, I don't really mind, I enjoyed last night." Dave said as he finished his breakfast. "Maybe we should do that again sometime..." karkat quietly said. "Yeah, we should... same time next week...?" Dave asked. "Yeah... same time again.." karkat happily said, both of them sat there eating their breakfast, happier than they were yesterday. THE END.

[nonuggetshere]

Oc x PV anon here!!! The basic premise goes as follows

Oc (Feyrin) is a definite Non-Bug, in childhood sometime around when PV was created. Picked on for Not Being A Bug like literally everyone else

As of now it's Cool and Hip for the rich people to pick on PV because A. It's easy, B. It's fun because PV doesn't fight back, and C. They Don't Know what PV is

Inevitably, Feyrin sees the bullying going on when both of them are like. Teens. And they try to stop it happening

This keeps happening until a private guard of one of the Rich People tries to get rid of Feyrin for good. Feyrin wins the fight with nothing but essentially a steak knife and some ability seemingly related to the Void, which REALLY catches PK's attention

Feyrin is immediately hired by PK and placed as PV's personal bodyguard. The bullying quickly stops after that

Feyrin notices VERY fast that PV isn't pure since apart from PK they're the one around PV the most. They start bonding and become friends

Feyrin eventually confronts PK about how PV isn't pure. He knows already, but it's too late to turn back now after everything that's happened

Act 1 ends with PV being sealed and Feyrin leaving Hollownest for a long while.

WAIT, I LOVE THAT SO MUCH ACTUALLY, SORRY IM JUST REPLYING NOW IT GOT BURRIED IN MY NOTIFICATIONS

What kinda bug is Feyrin? What happens next? 👀

Also, I'm gonna strangle PK

[hekate1308]

Fictober 2022, #23

Prompt: “Not on my watch!“

Fandom: Endeavour

Rating: G

Pairings: Gen, Magical Realism AU

Note: This is part of my Something You Somehow Haven’t To Deserve series.

When the children had still been small, Fred had made a habit of checking on them every morning when he got up. It had started after he came back from war and had yet to  properly understand that he was a father, that there was a boy his wife had raised who would be going to school soon.

And so, for years, one of the first things he had seen when waking up had been Dev’s russet curls, usually the only thing peaking out of a duvet since he tended to burry himself in bed.

These days, he’d resumed that old routine, for the simple reason that their son was home and he could.

He had the suspicion that Win and Joan were hardly better, but then, Dev hadn’t been back with them for more than a week. They all deserved this, and none more than their oldest.

So, Fred checked up on Dev and made his way downstairs. Win was of course already bustling about in the kitchen, humming to herself – one of the arias Dev loved. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, pet” he said, kissing her.

“The children are still asleep?”

He nodded.

“Good; Dev came home a little late last night anyway.”

And Win had of course heard him, because – she always did. And she was probably more attuned to him now than ever.

“I’m not surprised” he replied carefully, trying to hide the worry in his voice. It had not taken him long – barely twenty-four hours since the spell had properly lifted, in fact – to realize that not only Dev worked long hours, but that he was about as intent on his self-preservation as Morse had ever been; and that it was a good thing Peter Jakes was after him constantly so at least someone was looking out for him.

As a matter of fact, Fred was a little bit uneasy that Dev seemed to barely consider him when he dashed out of Cowley station to see to Guard business. Part of that was of course habit – only a short time ago, Fred had not known of the Guard or anything else, so why should he remember that he had tell him about it now? – but at the same time he was afraid that Dev simply didn’t want him to learn.

Then again, maybe Fred was the one overthinking this. And wouldn’t that be ironic.

So, he simply happily greeted Dev with a hug when he came downstairs followed closely by Joan, and watched as he devoured family breakfast as enthusiastically as could be until the phone rang and he rushed to talk to Sam.

Yes, there were times and places for worries like these, but he didn’t think he’d have to deal with them today.

Famous last words, as it turned out.

He had already noticed that Dev tended to be a bit blasé when it came to his magic, even if he shouldn’t be; so when he came in in the afternoon and announced he had to do a detection spell of sorts, Fred glanced at Jakes and certainly didn’t like his expression.

“That’s not exactly safe –“ he then began quietly, and Fred felt a shiver run down his spine.

“It’s only a risk to myself, and I can mitigate that –“

“Doesn’t seem like you should decide that on your own” Fred interrupted them. Perhaps more harshly than he had intended, but still –

Dev looked at him and frowned. “I am perfectly capable of making the decision –“

"Not on my watch!"

Dev looked at him, his eyes ablaze, and Fred recognized his own temper staring back at him, only he himself was too angry to –

Peter Jakes was unceremoniously shoved in-between them (Later, Fred  would come to suspect Lieutenant Ford, but had no proof) and quickly said, “Captain, may I suggest a discussion in private?”

The fact that he rarely called him captain and/or sir and meant it seemed to be enough to snap Dev out of it. He blinked. “You’re right. Dad, can we talk in your office?”

As soon as the door had closed behind them, Dev said, “I’M sorry, Dad, I didn’t mean – but anyway Peter’s here, it’s  perfectly safe –“

“Doesn’t sound like it to me, son” he said, forcing himself to stay calm. “Any chance there’s another way?”

He frowned for a moment or two then said, “There are one or two back channels, but it’ll take more time –“

2Is it of the essence anyway?”

“I guess not” he conceded and Fred nodded before reaching out and squeezing his shoulder.

“Please, Dev, let’s just take it easy for a few more days, alright?”

“Not exactly used to it” he replied with a half-smile, “But I’ll try.”

It was all he could ask for, as he well knew.

[lilith-clawthorne-appreciation]

ok but the fact that hunter immediately went to save Willow of all people... kinda gaming

Totally gaming, Hunter and Willow's bond is one of my favorite things

[artbyflor]

What are your favorite type of comissions to take / comission clients? Do you prefer more freedom and vague requests or people to come with a reference photo and an art idea?

hi !!

i honestly like both, since each one has its up and downs; vague requests allow you to work more freely, but commissions with references give you a clear image of what they want and expect

my ideal approach is somewhere in the middle, with good references, but still willing to play around and try different things!

anyway, they are two different types of approach, but i think the variety keeps the work interesting haha

[poirot]

oh and i just remembered charles maturin's melmoth the wanderer, but i'm not sure how long it is. if it's below 350 or for when you have time for more, i recommend giving it a try, especially if you liked dorian gray. this one was written by his great (or something) uncle and i think oscar wilde was very much inspired by it. it's the same sort of deal with the devil sort of book, but charles maturin was a protestant clergyman so he might get a bit preach-y, but it's a fun gothic book if you take it for what it is.

omg I have no idea why I'm seeing this message so late, I'm sorry 😭😭 uhhh thank you so much for the recommendation. I honestly never heard of the book before but it sounds really interesting though !! I'm definitely gonna put it on my tbr and hopefully will get to it next year when I'm done with my reading challenge and able to read longer books again agdhsj

[cherryeol04]

🍀 😊 💜

🍀 I’m lucky to have met you

😊 your blog makes me smile

💜 you’re cute

Oh my god thank you! You’re so cute! Love you!!!💖💖💖💖💖💖 your existence makes me smile!

[steves-on-a-plane]

No Place Like Home (pt 30)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3  / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 /Part 16/Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 /  Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25 / Part 26 / Part 27 / Part 28 / Part 29 / 

Words: 1642 Pairing: Ted Lasso x Reader                   Summary: Ted, Reader & Roy all face the consequence of Michelle leaving and Lasso’s impending divorce. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to already be up.” Roy commented as he shuffled into the kitchen Monday morning. He was wearing charcoal grey pair of sweatpants but had forgone a shirt. He wasn’t expecting it, because in the week or so since you’d been staying with him, Roy had risen before you almost every day.

“It’s hard to sleep with my arm.” You told him.

“And the Taylor Swift playing on the homepod, that cause of your arm to?” He nodded to the wifi enabled speaker that was currently blasting the song My Tears Ricochet throughout the kitchen.

“It was hard enough seeing him when his wife was here.” You confessed, wrapping your fingers around your tea mug. “He’s going to be miserable with her gone. She left me a mess and I basically promised to clean up after her.”

“You don’t owe either of them nothing.” Roy insisted.

“He’s still my friend, despite whatever else is happening. I’d do the same for you or Keeley.” You assured him.

“I’d never expect you to.” Roy argued. “Neither would Keeley. We’d take care of ourselves. Friends are for support, not for building a whole new fucking person.”

“Sometimes it’s both Roy.” You disagreed. “I’m gonna go get ready for work.” You caught the last of the Taylor Swift lyrics as you headed out of the kitchen. “And if I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name wishing I’d stayed. Look at how my tears ricochet...”

Ted was the last of the coaches to arrive to work that morning. You were about to ask Beard if someone should call him when the Head Coach came barreling into the office half dressed. He tossed his backpack onto his desk and began riffling through it for clothes.  

“Sorry I’m late.” He said as he tugged a Richmond cardigan over his polo shirt. “But you know, now I’m here. And Beard’s here and Nate’s here and [Y/N]’s here too. Which is great because the world can be a sad and lonely place but hey, c’mon now, let’s get to work, shall we?”

“Your shirts on backwards, Ted.” You told him as Beard whispered something to Nate.

“Michelle.” He’d said because Nate had looked entirely confused by the Head Coach’s odd behavior that morning.

“Which is fine.” Ted commented, having heard Beard’s no so quiet whisper. “You know, it’s okay.” He took his arms out of his shirt sleeves and attempted to right his rumpled sweater. “It’s a great time now for me to burry myself in my work. Although, I’m not crazy, I don’t love, the word burry. It has a negative connotation to it. What’s another word I can say?” He asked, now fiddling with the collar of his polo shirt.

“Bath?” He suggested. “Everyone loves a good bath right? So that’s what I’ll say. I’m gonna bathe myself in work. How about that? That’s good. Nate, you got a favorite bath balm, Buddy?”

“Oh no.” Nate frowned. He hadn’t known there’d be a pop quiz at the end of his boss’ ramblings. “I don’t really enjoy baths, just ‘cause my skin gets really wrinkly and I’m deeply worried about aging.”

“Okay. I get that.” Ted nodded. “What about you, Coach?” He looked to Beard. “You got a favorite bath bomb?”

“Crème brulee honey.” Beard answered without hesitation.

“Honey?” Ted repeated. “Is that an ingredient or something you just calling me right now?”

“Ingredient.” Beard clarified.

“Shoot. I was kind of hoping it was the other one.” Ted confessed. “But that’s kind of a fun idea. Maybe we start calling each other little pet names. You know? Like Honey or Babe? It might be nice right?”

“No.” Beard disagreed.

“Hey, Nate, will you just do me a favor and help Coach here plan practice for today?” Ted asked. Nate agreed to help. To which Ted replied. “All right, thank you, Sweetie. Okay, I’ll see you all in a little bit.” And then he walked out of the locker room.

“Is he alright?” Nate looked between you and Beard.

“No.” You both said at the same time. Beard even laughed at the idea that anyone behaving that way could be perceived as all right.

“Any idea where he’s off to?” You asked Beard.

“I think he’s got a press conference he’s late for.” He answered.

“How long are we supposed to let him be like this?” You asked him.

“Give him some space for now.” He told you.

Players began to arrive while Ted was at his press conference. You, Nate and Beard worked together to plan that day’s training. It seemed there would also be a new player arriving that afternoon, Dani Rojas from Mexico. He had joined Richmond during a summer transfer period and was immediately injured so no one had really seen him play yet.

Ted returned an hour later from his press conference. He still looked out of sorts, but the press conference must have gone well. The usual gentleness had returned to his voice. Beard almost hesitated to relay the news to Ted that Jamie was claiming he was too hurt to join practice. Ted opened the door the Manager’s office and stepped out into the locker room without saying a word. He stomped over to Jamie.

“Hey Jamie, I heard you’re not gonna be able to run with us today. That true?” He asked the young player.

Even with the office door open you couldn’t hear Ted and Jamie’s full conversation. Jamie’s locker was too far down the line. But you could see Jamie’s body language through the glass that separated the office from the locker room. You could see his smug smirk as he answered one of Ted’s questions and the shrug of his shoulders as he replied to another.

Ted began walking back to the office. You didn’t know what was said offer that, but Jamie had mouthed off. He’d said something that made the entire room go quiet. Ted turned on his heels and marched back to Jamie’s locker. No one missed a single word of what he said now.

“Hey, you can’t practice, you can’t practice. If you’re hurt, you’re hurt.” Ted nodded. “It’s as simple as that. But it ain’t about that…at all. You’re sitting in here; you’re supposed to be the franchise player and yet here we are talking about you missing practice. We’re talking about practice.” Every time Ted said the word “practice” his voice raised slightly. “Not a game. Not the game that you go out there and die for, right? We’re talking about practice. Practice! You know you’re supposed to be out there. You know you’re supposed to lead by example. You’re just shoving that all aside.”

“And so here we are, Jamie.” He was shouting now. You stole a glance at Beard who’s one look back told you not to interfere. “We’re talking about practice. With your teammates. The only place that we get to play together, that we’ve got control over. Rest of the time it’s us eleven against those eleven. We’re talking about practice, man! I’m talking about practice! And You can’t do it, ‘cause you’re hurt! Right?” Ted took a breath.

“It’s fine by me.” He added, no longer yelling. “Tell you what, do me a favor. When you get out there, set up the cones so the other reserves can do a little passing drill.” Ted started towards the office again.

“You want me to set up cones?” Jamie questioned. Jamie Tartt didn’t set up cones.

“I really appreciated it.” Ted shouted over his shoulder before entering the office and shutting the door behind him.

Later that day, Roy was reading a book while walking on the treadmill in the workout room. Some of the other players were lifting weights and using the various machines. Other players were even still out on the field practicing drills. Keeley Jones sauntered into the room. Her all black outfit looked like something out of the matrix, complete with ridiculous looking stiletto heel boots. She climbed on to the treadmill next to Roy.

“It’s lovely weather we’ve been having don’t you think?” She asked him. “I love this time of year. All the smells and fresh leaves.” Roy marked his place with his finger before looking over at her.

“Sorry, what’s happening?” He demanded.

“I was just pretending that the two of us were on a walk.” She explained.

“I’m trying to read.” He flashed his book at her.

“I’ve been doing a lot of reading myself, actually. Recently.” She said, perfectly segueing into the reason for her visit. “I read this mad story about a kid who grew up in a shit part of South London and who got sent off to play as a child in Sunderland of all places! And later was forced to wrap his own verse in a charity single which was called Winner Winner Football Diner.” She laughed.

“That was for world hunger.” He smiled back.

“And I believe it was the cure.” She teased him.

“How do you know all this anyway?” He asked, his book now forgotten. “What are you doing now? Stalking me?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m reading all the player’s bios. Part of my new job helping with the team’s PR.”

“You can leave me out it.” He told her. “I’m not one of your show ponies.”

“Hmm.” Keeley offered him a noise of disagreement. “You wear a number and you trot around while people clap so I wouldn’t be too high and might about it.” She slowed down her machine and prepared to get off. “Later Roy.” She told him with a smile. His sister. Pheobe. Keeley Jones. [Y/N]. The women in his life were determined to kill him. He decided. The preferred way of torture seemed to be annoying him to death.

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