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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 6 months

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It's Flawless, Really Something

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

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

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“Did you save me that biscuit?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uncle Roy, you should try!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roy growled at you, a playful, sexy sound.

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

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axelsagewrites · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 List

Welcome to my first ever kinktober, a month long of smutty drabbles and one shots. Hope you all enjoy and if you want added to a charecter/fandom tag list so you dont miss anything let me know <3

NSFW under cut

Masterlist Here

Day one: discrete fun with Robb Stark – deciding to take his teasing to a new level Robb decides to take the sex toys out of the bedroom

Day two: marking with Jace Velaryon – jealous is an understatement for what Jace is feeling so he decides to fix his problems by showing everyone who you belong to

Day three: phone sex with Jamie Tartt – even though he loved to play the long nights away from you were almost impossible to bare so he often found himself hitting call at late hours of the night

Day four: body worship with Podrick Payne – Podrick feels honoured just to be able to touch your body and wants you to hear his praises

Day five: role reversal with James Potter – James is used to being in charge, but things change when one night you decide to give him a taste of his own teasing medicine

Day six: over stimulation with Jon Snow – Jon is eager to please but even more eager to make you a mumbling mess who doesn’t know their own name by the end

Day seven: stepcest/cam girl au with Daemon Targaryen – after Daemons new stepdaughter moves in daemon finds out her naughty little secret

Day eight: dubcon kidnap au with Ramsay Bolton – Ramsay can’t stand the idea of such a pretty creature going unappreciated any longer

Day nine: edging/orgasm denial with Rhanerya Targaryen – since you’re used to get everything you want Rhaenyra decides to show you good things come to those who wait

Day ten: throne/semi public sex with Danerys Targaryen – being the queen is a stressful job and it is your job to help your queen relax even if that means risking getting caught

Day eleven: knife play with Ivar the Boneless – people whisper and wonder how someone so sweet could marry someone so angry, but they don’t see what Ivar does when you’re underneath him

Day twelve: exhibitionism with Tormund – while wildlings talk freely about sex Tormund enjoys watching your blush at even the mention of it making it even more fun to tease you when you come to tend to his wounds

Day thirteen: primal play with Remus Lupin – usually when Remus runs around the forest its not by choice but tonight, he is chasing his favourite prey

Day fourteen: sex toys and teasing with Sansa Stark – after finding a sleek pink vibrator in her top drawer you decide to see what it can really do

Day fifteen: voyeurism with Aegon Targaryen – while you are visiting his family Aegon discovers a secret passage and what he accidentally sees through the cracks makes him want you instantly

Day sixteen: caught in the act with Roy Kent – when Roy came home all he wanted to do was curl up in bed with you but when he heard a buzzing from under the sheets his plans took a very different turn

Day seventeen: mommy kink with Cersei Lannister – while she may be rough and callous to most others Cersei finds herself dotting on her sweet girl in her chambers each night

Day eighteen: corruption kink with Alicent Hightower – a new septa arrive at court but none of the thoughts on Alicent’s minds are holy

Day nineteen: choking with Bjorn Ironside – you may have been captured by the enemies, but the punishment Bjorn gives you is starting to feel like a reward

Day twenty: bondage/wax play with Margaery Tyrell: people may whisper about her brother’s bedroom habits but none of them see the things she gets up to with her ladies’ maid

Day twenty-one: face fucking with Cregan Stark: to gain his loyalty Cregan demands that you earn it, and he enjoys watching the tears streak down your face as you do

Day twenty-two: daddy kink with Sirius Black – the word just slipped out one time but now it’s all Sirius wants to hear from your lips

Day twenty-three: brat taming with Sandor Clegane – after growing sick of a princess’s bratty attitude Sandor decides to teach her how to behave

Day twenty-four: thigh riding/dry humping with Ragnar Lothbrok – after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Day twenty-five: breeding kink with Ned Stark – there is a reason why Ned has so many children and it’s not as noble as many assume

Day twenty-six: collaring with Aemond Targaryen – not wanting to share Aemond decides to invest in something to show that you’ll always be his and only his

Day twenty-seven: double penetration with Jamie Tartt and Roy Kent: they both like you and when they came to settle it once and for all neither of them expected this out come

Day twenty-eight: mutual masturbation with Oberyn Martell – you always heard that the dornish were more sex positive than most, but you hadn’t expected Oberyn Martell of all people to show you just how good it could feel

Day twenty-nine: face riding with Heleana Targaryen – while Heleana appeared shy outside of your chambers when you, her maid, came to tend to her at night she was anything but shy

Day thirty: teacher student au with Jamie Lannister – he knew it was wrong to ask you to stay after class but after one too many short, short skirts he could no longer keep his thoughts at bay

Day thirty-one: orgy/group sex with Aegon, Aemond, Jace, Daemon, and Rhaenyra since after all sharing is caring

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janeives-011 · 2 years

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Ted Lasso 2x05: “Rainbow”

Nate pushing on a “pull” door is me

LOL ROY CALLING OUT THE OTHER SPORTSCASTER

I love how bantr is the new sponsor

Rom-communism

Dammit I’m so glad to see Rebecca happy even though I know exactly who she’s talking to

Aww I love Dani giving the coffee maker to his neighbor’s son

“She’s a Rainbow” being Higgins’ wife’s ringtone 🥺😇

Higgins??? PUNK??? Hell yeah

“The best brand is being yourself” 🥺💕

“It’s fine” ME TOO GIRL

I love that Keeley has the natural ability to build up others 💗

“Tooting” I laughed like a 12 year old boy

Ted’s excitement when he sees Roy 🥰

“A mustachioed surprise that would anger me”

“You two are father and son, right?” 😭😭

The assertiveness role playing totally reminds me of when Plankton was teaching Spongebob how to be assertive 🤣🤣 (not that they’re exactly alike or anything)

“You’d look well fit with pigtails” KEELEY I LOVE YOU 😭😭💗💕

Rebecca’s way to hype herself up is amazing

Roy’s face in the eerie glow of his phone

“These are all the other fucks”

“What do I get to do?” Love how enthusiastic Ted is 💜 just let him help Roy 😭😭😭

LOL NATE DOING REBECCA’S THING

Well damn, I did NOT expect that from Nate

The Showgirls comparison that Ted makes

Aww Ted keeping track of the score like the cutie he is 🥰

The look that Ted and Roy share ☺️ my HEART 💗

The British owl joke

The brief intermission with the older couple

THE WAY THAT I THOUGHT TED WAS TEXTING REBECCA 😭😭😭 that SMILE??? I died 😫

Roy’s commentary

The team’s warm-up

“I miss all of it” I DIDN’T WANNA CRY TONIGHT BUT OKAY PENCIL THAT IN

The way Roy incorporated Ted’s mannerisms into his conversation with the taxi driver

“I’m Roy Kent” “He does look like him” 🤣🤣🤣

HIGGINS AND HIS WIFE “dressed in blue”

Ugh YES ROY IS BACK BABY 🙌

#ted lasso #jason sudeikis #rebecca welton #hannah waddingham #roy kent #brett goldstein #nate shelley #nick mohammed #leslie higgins #jeremy swift #isaac mcadoo #kola bokinni

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bluboothalassophile · 7 years

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Give Me Back My Mind!

Promoted to Glorified Bat Sitter…

Dick had never found it easy to lie to Raven, even before she had entered his mind, and yesterday he while he hadn't fully lied, he hadn't told her everything. He wondered why it was that he couldn't ever lie to her? Pondering this he came to one conclusion: It was her eyes, Raven's eyes could pierce one so it appeared that she was gazing at the soul and she could feel everything. Seriously, he'd only seen the woman psyched out once, and it was because of a horror flick which had startled her so bad that her normal shields had been sabotaged with by the team's emotions.

Which was why he was fidgeting when he walked into the Titan's office and looked upon his fellow Titan founders who were here to discuss the new topic of the League's will.

"So how did friend Raven take the news?" Starfire asked eagerly.

"Uh…"

"He didn't tell her," Cyborg smirked.

"Dude! She's going to find out when the horde show up tomorrow and expect her to teach them!" Beast Boy pointed.

"I know I know!" he huffed as he sat down. This wasn't his idea, no, it had been Bruce's, perhaps by having Raven teach Tim and Stephanie to work with Damian and not kill each other. He was to blame for this bad idea though, Dick had mistakenly reported to Bruce that Raven's influence on Damian was calming the boy down. Oh, he knew that Damian was far from in control or carefree and innocent (the kid might never be), and he knew that Damian didn't fully trust Raven. But Raven hadn't forced it and her bond with the boy was having the desired effect, Damian was learning teamwork and trusting the unknown.

There was a reason no one could find Raven's file on the Titan mainframe.

Well, naturally Bruce was seeking for Tim, Damian and Stephanie to work together so they didn't destroy Gotham while they were hunting bad guys, and Dick got the logic behind this move. He did. He also knew that his empath friend could only handle so much before her concentrated control snapped and everything came crashing down upon their heads.

Also, there was the matter of the coming 'recruits'. After a blundered 'mission' which had required him, KF, Jinx, and Starfire bailing out Wonder Girl, Supergirl, and Jonathan Samuel Kent a.k.a Superboy. They were now officially 'teaching', as directed by the League. Dick and Star hadn't bothered to pointing out that they didn't work for the League, because at that point it was really about the kids and getting them somewhere safe where they could learn.

But the expansion had gone past those three to include, Miss Martian, Artemis, Bart Allen (who had accidentally time traveled to this time period and was stranded here until they could find a way to get him home) and Garth's young protégé and friend, Kaldur'ahm. Roy had immediately said it was up to the original team for the mentoring, and Bumblebee had pointed out that her division of the Titans wasn't exactly best for teaching and the other divisions were already stretched thin. Dick was inclined to agree, but these kids needed to be with the Titans and not the League; if only for their own safety until they could handle the League crises.

The last thing anyone needed was another Jason Todd, Jason's death had been a devastating blow to his entire family, both as the Bat family, and Wayne's family. It was a large part of the reason Dick had gone through the trouble of stealing the Robin gear; aside from his attempt to keep the mantle from going to Tim (not that it that stopped Tim), and running to San Francisco to form a group of heroes. They weren't sidekicks, no, they were their own heroes who could work with their teams and mentors. This had been a hard lesson for him to learn, but with the help of his friends, and their patience they had built the Titans. And while the League only saw a place to kick their sidekicks off too so they didn't get hurt, Dick knew that they were so much more.

Case in point: Trigon.

Trigon was a monster that only Raven had been able to vanquish, no one in the League could have done what she did. And he knew it. Hell, everyone in this room knew it! He even had the footage to prove it, though he'd left it to Cyborg to safely encrypt that and lock it away where the League wouldn't be able to see it. If Zatanna got her hands on that footage she'd crucify Raven.

"We must tell Raven," Star stated firmly.

"Yeah, we also need to tell her not just about the new training gig that's going past Terra, Damian and Jaime, to a whole fleet of teenagers," Gar pointed out.

"Speaking of expansion, my friend has agreed to help us since we're expanding some more we're going to need some tech support, Barbara agreed to help us out," he said and watched as Star stiffened, her green eyes narrowing then and he felt a forming headache. Again, this wasn't his idea; but holy shit did they need help! They weren't like the League who had limitless resources and legions of adoring fans willing to write a check to fund shit like the Watch Tower or the Hall of Justice; even Bruce felt the League was getting too flashy. Bruce! The king of dramatics! However, the Titans were modestly funded by their own supporters and their mentors, but they were stretched a bit too thin for true functioning without a coördinator, which is where Barbara came in. The former Batgirl had decided to go about expanding her role outside the Bat family and Bruce had asked her to come here to help watch over the family. She'd said yes, and he was just happy not to be in charge alone, besides Dick had a feeling Bruce was going to savor his alone time.

"Did you tell Raven anything?" Cyborg asked with a slight chuckle.

"Yes! I told her about Project Cadmus, the Lazarus Pit, and Slade!" he pointed out in triumph when he saw his friends frown.

"And what the heck are we supposed to tell her when there's a bunch of reckless teenagers showing up here for training!? Most of them from the Bat and Super family!?" Beast Boy demanded. Everyone frowned at him, for he was the most reckless on their team and he was the youngest Titan, right after Raven. "Come on! I'm an equal founding member of this team! I'm not a kid anymore!"

"Beast Boy is right," Star pointed out as they ignored the last outburst.

"I'm still on Team Raven, how about Star and BB take over some of the training? Then it's divided," Cyborg suggested.

"That's a great idea!" Beast Boy explained.

"Look, I'll talk with Raven, you said she was looking up stuff for Jaime in her room?"

"Yeah," Cyborg shrugged.

"Do you wish for me to come as well?" Star asked him.

"No, um… Star, could you go greet Barbara, and show her around the tower?" he sighed. Yes he knew what a cluster fuck that could be, but he couldn't leave it to Beast Boy, and Cyborg was going to work on something for him. "Beast Boy you're on kitchen duty."

"What!?" Cyborg balked.

"Yes!"

"Kay, I'll talk to Raven, again," he grumbled.

"Very well," Star grumbled as she stood and stalked past him.

"Victor, I need to ask you to run something down for me," Dick said before the last member of the team could leave them. "I need information on Slade, Deathstroke," he said as he held up the flash drive then. "On the down low, I don't want anyone knowing outside of the original Team knowing about it."

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She sensed him lurking/hovering really, and if she hadn't gotten used to this peculiar trait of the Bat family's she'd have probably sent them to another dimension already.

"I can feel you there Damian," she said calmly.

"How do you do that?" he demanded, the ten year old stalked silently over to her; again, this was another annoying trait she associated with the Bat family.

"I'm an empath," she surrendered. After months of the boy studying her, she had decided it was time to give a little and take a little, she figured he was enough like Beast Boy in the curiosity aspect to miss her system of collecting his trust and information.

"Empath?" Damian skeptically lifted his brows behind his mask.

"Yes," she said as she continued to levitate.

"Raven," she turned slightly then to see Dick standing there which had her slowly standing, Damian remained where he was. "We need to speak."

She nodded, odd, he'd just spoken to her yesterday after his return, and this evening was her evening off of kitchen duties. Damian, on the other hand, seemed to think that he could get away with standing here like her shadow to hear whatever Dick had to say to her. Raven looked over at the boy who was nearly as tall as her.

"Damian, don't you have kitchen duty tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah but I'm not hungry."

"But the team might be," Dick said firmly, the boy growled as he stomped off. She knew that Dick had assumed a role model role for Damian after their initial dislike of one another had faded. She tracked Damian until he was in the tower before she looked at Dick.

"Is there more than the Pit and Slade?"

"We uh… we're taking on a lot of new recruits," he said uncertainly. Raven revealed nothing as she waited for him to continue; she was sorely tempted to use their bond to pry this time but she already knew how uncomfortable everyone was with her being an empath. And even if Dick, Kori, Gar, and Cy were her oldest friends and were comfortable with her repartee of abilities, she tried her damnedest not to invade their emotions and minds, she wouldn't violate her bond with Dick because of her desire to know what was bothering him.

"Look, it's just so no one get's killed, and you're proving to be an excellent mentor as it is, and Batman thought it was a good idea, and naturally everyone else follows his lead, so um… we're kind of taking on all the sidekicks," Dick finally managed.

Raven felt her brow twitch then. "All?"

"Yeah, all the ones who don't want their kid to die," he explained nervously. Her eyes narrowed on him as she took a step forward to glare up at his towering form.

"And the reason you neglected to tell me this bit of information was?" she challenged.

"I…"

"Nightwing, I am not a babysitter!" she snapped, her temper running dangerously close to the surface before she took a sharp breath and centered herself again, placing her anger in a box. She couldn't lose it, she hadn't lost it in years, and she wasn't going to lose it. There would be no lapses from her.

"And I'm not asking you to be, you're still second in command of the Titans, it's just… we can't have another Robin on our hands," he pointed out and she frowned.

"That's low," she warned him.

"Raven, I'm serious, we can't have another death, they're just kids, and most are too determined to prove themselves to their mentors to take notice of their own recklessness," he sighed.

"If I remember correctly, you were plenty reckless yourself when you started the team," she said calmly. "Trying to prove your worth, determined to do it all on your own."

"Yeah, but you guys proved I had nothing to prove," he sighed. "I don't want one of these kids to die."

"How many?" she surrendered; she wasn't going to win this argument and she knew it. At this point it was best to just flow with it.

"The current three, two Bat kids, seven more," he informed her. Raven's eyes narrowed then.

"And Zatanna was alright with a demon teaching the powered youths of the Justice League?"

"Uh… no, but Batman sort of shot down all her arguments, and after what happened earlier this week which nearly killed Supergirl and Wonder Girl, he talked over her," Dick shrugged.

"And when did you find out about this?"

"Yesterday, at the gala," he mumbled.

"And the Team?"

"Last night, you were looking for answers on Jaime's beetle," he defended.

"I am only doing this so they don't get killed," she warned her friend.

"I know," he nodded as he held up his hands in surrender.

"Good, and they had better not go into my room," she warned as she walked back to the tower. She didn't mind being a mentor to others, but her inability to turn off her own abilities constantly had her bombarded by other's and their emotions. Teenagers were the worst! They had driven her insane as a young new earth teen because of all the lust and hormones they felt, and back in Azarath, while hormones weren't dead, they weren't as wild. Now she was about to be surrounded by the horde of hero teens. Mother of Azarath give her strength, she was going to need it.

Raven looked in the kitchen to where Beast Boy and Damian were winning the dinner argument, and she sighed before she felt Kori's turbulent emotions and she frowned as she walked after her emotionally distraught friend.

"Star," she called hesitantly as she looked in the main hall to see the taller woman pacing.

"Oh, Raven, I…"

"You're projecting, is there… something the matter?" Raven asked. Over the years she'd gotten better at this whole friend thing but she was hesitant to pry into her friend's and their problems.

"I… Barbara is coming to work with us," Star explained.

"I see," Raven took this as a warning that the love triangle was going to be back and in full force, like it had been four years ago before Barbara had been attacked by the Joker.

"I do not know what to do, Dick asked me to greet her and give her the tour," Star grumbled.

"I'll do it if you make sure Damian and Jaime don't kill each other over dishes," Raven traded off. Just because she had kitchen duties off didn't mean she was out of the woods. She still had to handle Damian and Jaime, and Terra; and those three seemed hellbent on not getting along. Not that she blamed Damian or Jaime for their dislike of Terra, but their united front in that matter disappeared once they started arguing.

"Thank you!" Star gasped as she surged forward, before Raven could escape she was wrapped up in a bone crushing hug then her friend flew off.

"Gotta go, Project Cadmus!" Nightwing informed her as he jogged away in his gear, she sighed seeing him head for the garage and she looked to the ceiling. The things she did for her friends. Walked to security station she started waiting for the former Batgirl.

It wasn't that Raven disliked the woman, far from it, Barbara wasn't that bad of a person, but Raven's best girl friend was Kori, and by default that meant Raven sided with Star regardless of the matter. She also did the same thing for Beast Boy, Cyborg and Nightwing. For her friends, she'd do anything needed to keep them safe and happy, they were her family, and she protected her family.

Raven didn't have to wait long before there was a buzz at the security gate. The video identified her as Barbara Gordon and Raven let the van in. Raven opened a portal, taking the van to the garage before she melted into the shadows as she walked out of them in the garage.

"Raven, I was expecting Dick," Barbara said in shock as she unloaded her chair.

"Just me," Raven answered.

"Still in charge of training?" Barbara asked her.

"You know the answer," Raven pointed out as she lead Barbara out of the garage, levitating the bags after them.

"How is everyone?"

"Fine."

"Still not much of a talker," Barbara sighed.

"Your room is in the girl's wing, breakfast is between seven and nine, lunch is served at noon, and dinner is between five and seven, all of your codes are the same, if you wish to change them change them, you know your way around well enough I suppose, if you need directions just ask. You're to set up the network how you like, the over watch lair is in the same place," Raven said simply.

"Raven," Barbara interrupted. "Thank you, I can manage if it's all the same."

"Very well," Raven nodded before she left Barbara at the elevator.

"Dick says you're getting through to Damian, how is he?"

"Fine," she shrugged as she walked away. She didn't know what people expected from her, and the last time Barbara was here it was painful for Raven. That love triangle could be felt through the whole tower, Raven had seriously considered calling Bumblebee and asking for a transfer to Titan's East for a moment of peace. Raven created a portal to her room and stepped through it as she lightly landed in the center.

Everything was going to be fine, she assured herself mentally as she reached up to her bookshelf to continue her hunt for answers on Jaime's armor.

For how long she looked she didn't know, there was a buzz on the intercom which finally broke her conversation.

"Raven," Cyborg's voice filled her room then. getting up again she walked to the intercom.

"Yes?"

"Come to over watch, there's something you need to see," Cyborg informed her. again she looked at her book then set it aside as she memorized the page number before she opened a portal; her short cut to avoid people at times, and she fell to the room with a light landing.

"What is it?" she asked as she walked to the screen Cyborg was working at.

Her eyes widened then.

"Not possible."

~~~*~*~*~~~

He looked through his scope again, his rifle pointed at the tower as he assessed the Titan's headquarters again. His breath slid out slowly when he'd seen the van pull up, focusing in on the face he'd been startled to see Barbara of all people there. It wasn't that he didn't expect her to work with the Titans, no, her friendship with Bird Brain I sort of made that inevitable.

However, he had kind of thought her out of the life after what had happened with Joker. Though he supposed she'd never leave this life, it was too fucking addicting and she'd had a talent for computers. At least, she'd had that knack before he'd died the first time, he wouldn't be surprised if Bruce had kept her around for that talent alone.

Then again, Bruce didn't discard his kids, Bruce just discarded him. Frowning slightly he'd watched the opening of a portal and the van being enveloped in the shadows and he'd smirked. So Sunshine was on gate duty.

He'd kind of been looking forward to the clash of redheads with Starfire and Barbara.

No matter, his scope slid over the compound as he assessed the perimeter for weak spots, he found two. Which gave him two places he could escape, he'd need to stow a bike there accordingly. His main concern was his escape, though he supposed he could just use Dick's belt and teleport out; because that's how he was getting in, but he didn't see the fun in that.

Pulling up he took his rifle apart, slid it into it's case as he walked back through the abandoned building.

He was a bit startled by Barbara's arrival, it meant he'd have to up his timeline, perhaps he'd go after the book before the end of the day after tomorrow. He kind of wanted to see what was going on before he did something rash and impulsive and ended up in one of his black outs which had everyone dead. Not that he minded killing, it was the blackout part which worried him. It was as if he had no control of his body or memory and no matter what he did to try to recall what he'd done, it was gone and he couldn't get it back. Which was why he was hesitant to go tomorrow. The arrival of Barbara signaled something, what he wasn't sure; he hadn't seen anything on the Titan main frame to indicate a coming change, but he wasn't going to put faith in something until he knew what he was walking into.

He was not dying for a book.

It wasn't happening!

He'd already been to hell, he didn't fancy the return trip just yet. There was a lot of shit to do, and Bird Brains to mess with.

Straddling his bike, he slid the helmet on before he roared out of the building and into traffic.

~~~*~*~*~~~

"Did he suspect?"

"No, he believes he was hired by a League member, one who particularly dislikes our little demon," she said as she walked from the shadows still dressed in her disguise.

"Of course not, stupid humans wouldn't wonder about it."

"Magic of Azarath is rare, are you certain you can handle it?"

"Perhaps I'm of the few. But that is not why I want the book, it's what's in the book I seek."

"Very well, when he has retrieved the book I will collect it," she sighed.

"Good, everything will go as planned then."

"How are you so certain that whatever is within the book is actually there?"

"Because she's a nostalgic creature, and she'd hide it in the last bit of her home dimension she possesses."

"If you're certain."

"Of this I'm certain."

~~~*~*~*~~~

The morning that came had her frowning a bit.

"Good morning Raven!" Star cheered as Raven walked into the kitchen for her herbal tea, the other residences still sleeping, but Raven knew the kids were arriving in fifteen minutes so they could be settled, they'd have a team breakfast, and then the training out start.

"Are you eager to greet out new recruits today?" Star asked as she landed. Raven frowned, was she excited to be a glorified baby sitter of emotionally driven teens? No.

"They're just more teens," Raven shrugged.

"Yes, but you are nineteen, are you not excited to be surrounded by peers?" Star asked.

"I don't have peers Star, I have family and students," she pointed out. She had never had peers, and until she was pulled into the Titans her main goal in life was trying to make up for all the bad she'd do, and perhaps make the world a bit better before it all went to hell. The Titans were the first people she'd been around who were near her age, and they were her family.

"Yes, but this will be fun!" Star declared, Raven felt the waves of forced cheer coming off Star then and sighed.

"Star, everything will work itself out," she assured her friend.

"I do not want to think about it," Star grumbled. Raven shrugged, she could endure her friend's turbulent emotions about the arrival of Barbara Gordon.

There was a loud buzz in the tower alerting them to the arrival of the new kids.

"So much for keeping introductions peaceful and civil," Raven grumbled as she set her tea aside and darted after Star, both taking to the air, hopefully before their resident Robin could come charging out with a sword swinging at the new comers. Raven felt Damian coming, she twisted in the air as she caught the boy before he could get out the door; how the hell was he so fast!? He wasn't even a meta and she was having trouble catching him sometimes.

"No Beetle!" Raven called out as she saw the blur of blue, her powers surging out to catch him but she was diverted as she tried to catch flying rocks before

Terra could start a war.

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

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirty Roy being flirty

1.3k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not a fan of snakes and lizards?”

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

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

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

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

But you’d never ask that.

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

“Anytime.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Everyone’s good here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I Think He Knows

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirty Roy being flirty

0.9k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

His smile widened. “Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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Hey Jealousy

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, jealous reader, Keeley being a menace

1.9k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, who were you kidding?

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

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

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

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

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

But you? Yeah, you were sweet.

“Oi! Coach! Get your butt over here!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roy Kent was glad you came.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Teaching is hard. Teaching is even harder when your student's uncle is gorgeous, famous, and more than a little bit flirtatious.

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader Series

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First Day of School

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I'll Get the Coffee

Happy Hour

Chin Up

Back to School Night

Practice Makes Perfect

The Sweetest Thing

Like We're Made of Starlight

Hey Jealousy

I Think He Knows

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

Such a Fool for You

It's Flawless, Really Something

And darlin', you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis (Request from my Birthday Bash)*

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Back to School Night

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

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

1.2k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi.”

That gruff voice had you actually gulping.

Fuck, fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I'll Get the Coffee

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language

0.9k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

Author's Note: Should I be writing something else or working on my classroom prep? Sure. But my soul needed this so here we are!

You were a bit disappointed to not have morning duty; no “morning” from Roy Kent, not today. Maybe you could find an excuse to sneak out to your car during pickup that afternoon, bump into him if he was collecting Phoebe after school.

No, you told yourself as you double checked that you had your copies for that morning’s lesson. Stop it.

A stupid crush. A silly little attraction, that’s all this was. So, you were a little bit starstruck by the handsome ex-footballer who smiled at you. Very normal. Only a smidge embarrassing. Nothing you needed to dwell on. And definitely not something you needed to make worse by imagining little scenarios where he stopped for a third day in a row to talk to you.

You managed to feel more yourself and less like an infatuated teenager by the time you went outside to collect your class. Smiles, high-fives, hugs, and good mornings were exchanged as students filed in, backpacks on their shoulders. Phoebe had a particularly proud grin as she held out a takeaway coffee cup.

“This is for you!” she chirped, pigtails bouncing.

Eyebrows raised in surprise, you took the coffee, recognizing the logo of the coffee shop around the corner where you often stopped before school, the one where the girl behind the counter greeted you by getting your order started before you could even say hello. “Thank you, Phoebe. That’s so kind of you, sweetheart.”

The little girl shrugged as she brushed past, not at all concerned with your wonder at this little gift. “Uncle Roy said you like coffee so we stopped to get you some. He wasn’t sure how you liked it, but the barista remembered your order when he mentioned it was for you.” Her tone was so calm, as if she hadn’t dropped an absolute bomb on you.

As students hung up their backpacks and pulled out their journals to begin their morning writing, you took a tentative sip of the coffee. Sure enough, it was made exactly the way you liked it, right down to the dash of cinnamon. As the warm liquid slithered down your throat, you caught a glimpse of the name scrawled on the side in the barista’s familiar loopy writing: Roy.

During lunch, Mrs. Selig inquired if you could switch afternoon duty with her since she had a doctor’s appointment right after school. Your affirmative answer was probably a fraction of a second quicker than it should have been, but you and your stupid infatuation didn’t care.

At three, there you were by the curb, hand clutching your little plastic whistle, trying to make yourself focus on the scurrying children and their clearly rushing parents. Make sure no kids get run over, you scolded yourself. Stop thinking about-

“You enjoy your coffee?”

Damn it. There was that smirk. The leather jacket was gone, replaced by a too perfectly fitted track jacket with a little A.F.C. Richmond logo on the breast. With Phoebe’s pink backpack slung over his shoulder and his eyes squinting slightly in the afternoon sun, Roy Kent was even yummier than the coffee he’d bought for you.

Doing your best to look like the poised professional you were supposed to be, you nodded. “Thank you, Coach. That was very kind of you guys.”

His eyes roamed your face for a moment; you wondered what he was looking for. “Figured you needed it. Pheebs got into some candy before I picked her up, so I knew she’d be an extra headache.” Ah. That explained why Phoebe was so fidgety during morning routine, and why she complained of a tummy ache before recess, which seemed to feel better after she put her head down for a bit and drank some water. “Sorry if she was a fucking menace.”

“That’s a pound, Uncle Roy,” Phoebe sighed, raising her eyebrows at her uncle.

Roy stared at his niece for a moment before turning back to you. “Shit. Sorry ’bout that,” he mumbled.

You wrinkled your nose. “I think you owe her another pound.”

There was that damn laugh again. “I think you’re right.” He looked down at Phoebe. “If I take you for an ice cream, can we call it even?” After her little nod confirmed the compromise, he turned back to you. “Guess we’re off then.” But, despite, Pheobe’s tugging, Roy stayed still for a moment, just looking at you. “Hope there was enough cinnamon in your coffee.”

It was one thing to bring you coffee. It was something else to put in the effort to ask the barista to make your usual order. It was a complete and totally different thing to remember what that order was.

The words stuck in your suddenly dry throat before you managed to choke out, “There was. Thanks.”

“Hmmph.” Roy offered one last little nod, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards, before letting Phoebe successfully drag him away as she called a cheerful goodbye over her shoulder.

With his back to you, you were free to watch Roy Kent cross the parking lot and load Phoebe into a giant black car, a ridiculous monster of a thing that you’d probably roll your eyes at if any other man was driving it. Instead, there was something stupidly attractive about the hulking vehicle. And yes, you knew that something was its owner, who definitely caught you staring as he climbed into the driver’s seat.

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Chin Up

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language

0.8k words

Author's Note: Big thanks to @misshall14 for the idea!

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

At the pub, you’d refused to go speak to Roy, despite Leanne’s nudging. Nope, not in front of the older teachers. You didn’t need to make this a bigger deal than it was. Roy was being nice, maybe a bit cheeky. He seemed to understand that teaching could be a headache- a wonderful headache that you loved, but a headache, nonetheless. He was just being nice.

Your weekend was spent trying to think of what to say to him during drop-off on Monday. Something polite, kind, without allowing him the opportunity to flirt. You’d never met a more dangerous, charming man, and you needed to prepare yourself for his leather jacket and smiles.

As you greeted parents and children, you were still pondering what you wanted to say to him. But all thoughts of Roy Kent flew out of your head when Jack Price’s mum nearly ran you down, red in the face and dragging her child behind her.

On Friday, you’d made him wait to use the loo until another classmate returned, since you only allowed one student at a time to go. And students knew from day one that if it was an emergency, they didn’t have to wait. It wasn’t even your rule; it was something all the teachers agreed to due to too many instances of playing around in the restrooms. This rule was probably as old as Jack, who had been fine with waiting. It wasn’t news to his mum.

And yet there she was, scolding you in a loud voice for daring to make her child wait like some prisoner, threatening to go to the headmistress for the sadistic way you ran your classroom. While you kept your poise and calmly informed her to please email you to set up a meeting to discuss things at a more appropriate time, you knew everyone could see your burning red face and the tremble she left you with.

Everyone including Roy Kent.

He quickly sent Phoebe off to play before approaching you. “Alright?” His voice was almost as full of concern as his eyes.

You nodded, blinking rapidly to hold back the stupid tears that had formed. “Oh, that was nothing,” you assured him with a dry chuckle. “You get used to it. Parents are worse than the kids.”

“Hmmph.” He was studying you carefully, as if you were going to shatter at any moment.

“I, um, should go chat with the headmistress,” you mumbled, fiddling with your keys. “Let her know what happened.” Your smile was tighter than the feeling in your chest. “See you later, Coach.”

He nodded, no smiles this morning. “Hope your day gets better.” With a small salute, he was gone.

You sighed and headed towards the office. Hope your day gets better. Well, it certainly couldn’t get worse.

“Can we come in?”

You looked up from your desk. There was Roy Kent, holding a small brown bag in his hand, Phoebe right behind him clutching her backpack. It was dismissal, and the headmistress had decided to cover for you so you wouldn’t have to see Mrs. Price so soon, which you were grateful for.

You put on your teacher smile, the one that didn’t quite reach your eyes, and nodded. “Sure.” You stood and met them in the middle of the classroom. “Long time no see, Pheebs,” you joked, earning a smile from your student. Reluctantly, you turned your attention to her uncle. “Need something?”

Roy held out the paper bag, which you took with a confused frown. “Just… this morning fucking sucked.” He reached into his pocket and took out a pound note, shoving it into Phoebe’s outstretched hand. “Dunno what happened, but you didn’t deserve that.” He nodded to Phoebe. “Cover your ears.” After she’d done so, he continued. “Jack’s mum fucking sucks. Always throwing a fit over nothing. Don’t let her get to you. Promise me.”

Your smile became real when you saw the earnestness in his brown eyes. “Promise.” You opened the bag; inside was a giant chocolate croissant from that café you loved. Your usual. “Are you this kind to all of Phoebe’s teachers?”

He paused, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. “I am… kind to the people I want to be kind to.”

Fucking Roy Kent. Charming and mysterious.

“Well, thank you,” you managed. “Appreciate it.”

He wrapped his arm around Phoebe’s shoulders; you chuckled when you realized she was still covering her ears. “Right. Well, we better go get this one’s homework started.” He gave you one last nod. “Chin up, alright?”

“Bye, Coach. Bye Pheebs.”

As the two walked out of your classroom, you turned to go back to your desk. With your back to him, you didn’t see the way Roy glanced over his shoulder to take one last look at you, a wistful smile on his bearded face.

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Happy Hour

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of drinking

0.8k words

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Friday. The first week of school was finished, and you’d survived. No more coffee from Roy Kent, but plenty of good mornings and even a couple more smiles.

Leanne Bowen poked her head into your classroom after school to remind you about the first happy hour of the year. It was coming up on four, and you knew you were probably the last two teachers on campus; a normal occurrence, something that bonded the two of you.

“Willing to bet it takes Teresa all of two seconds to start hitting on the waiter,” she joked, referring to the older fifth year teacher who never seemed to outgrow her habit of flirting with every man she saw: waiters, shop clerks, single dads, not single dads.

You grinned. “Well, that’s just tradition at this point.”

With your desk semi-organized and your lights off, you shouldered your bag- already bursting with papers, despite only being five days into the year- and started to head to the parking lot. In the distance, you could see one of the school football teams wrapping up a practice; a bit surprising, considering how early in the term it was.

It was even more surprising when you heard your name shouted from across the field in a multitude of little voices. You squinted, looking past the crowd of girls jumping and waving, realizing a figure in all black was holding up one hand in greeting. Even from this distance, you knew it was Roy Kent. With your face aflame, you waved back, grateful that he couldn’t see the nervous grimace that crossed your face.

At the pub, you found a group of teachers at a table in the back, drinks already in front of most people. You plopped down next to Leanne, who offered you a smile. You gave your order to a passing server, then turned to join the conversation.

Leanne studied your face, which you were sure had a permanent blush at this point. “How was the first week?”

“Good, good. Yours?”

Before she could speak, Teresa opened her mouth. “Saw Phoebe O’Sullivan coming to school with a coffee the other day,” she crowed, waggling her eyebrows at you.

Damn. You put on what you hoped was a casual smile as a server set your drink in front of you. “Yeah, I guess she wanted to bring me a treat. She’s a sweet little thing.”

Teresa’s smile was almost mocking. “Yes, because Phoebe O’Sullivan is the one driving to school each morning.”

Karen Selig piped up. “And didn’t I see you taking a picture of her and Roy Kent on the first day of school?” She winked at you. “You must admit, he’s a real dish.”

“Oh, can it, you two,” Leanne scoffed. “We’re half your age and not nearly as hard up as you lot.” She turned to you, angling her body to let the other teachers know that the conversation was officially over. “Ignore them. Especially Karen.” She sipped her drink. “Gave me a hard time about Coach Kent when I had Phoebe too.”

You laughed, pretending your chest wasn’t tightening with all these mentions of his name. “Yeah, God forbid a man is nice to a woman.”

Leanne paused, her finger skimming her glass. “Yeah. Nice.”

“Lee?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at the colleague you considered more friend than co-worker.

She glanced around the table, double checking that the others were suitably distracted. Satisfied that Teresa and Karen were much more interested in a passing busboy than the two of you, she murmured, “Just… Kent’s very nice.” Her voice was careful. “And it’s… easy to misinterpret him.” Her smile was tight. “And that can be quite humiliating.”

“Uh-huh.” God, you hoped your face wasn’t flushed. Leanne was right; already, you were letting his kindness go to your head.

“I hope I’m not being a total fuck-witch,” she added, garnering a smile from you at the mention of her favorite nickname. “Honestly, I’m not trying to scare you off or anything. This isn’t a ‘I want the fella’ thing. Just giving you a heads-up. Between those two nosy things and his… everything, I don’t want you feeling as stupid as I did.” She took a sip of her drink. “But if there is something starting to happen,” she added, eyes suddenly full of teasing, “just do yourself a favor and don’t call him a mess.”

Your body began to relax as you let out a playful scoff. “Lee, you didn’t.”

She nodded, wrinkling her nose. “I did.” She touched her glass to yours. “Anyways, enjoy your very long year of having Roy Kent in your classroom.”

Before you could make some joke, your server came over with another drink for you, one you knew you hadn’t ordered. “From the gentleman at the bar,” he murmured.

You turned around as discreetly as you could, trying not to garner the attention of the veteran teachers.

Oh fuck.

Clad in that leather jacket and sitting next to- was that Jamie Tartt?- Roy Kent held up his beer in greeting to you before turning his attention back to the young footballer. Your face was positively glowing with embarrassment as you turned around to look at Leanne, whose mouth was open in a wide, knowing smile.

“Oh, you’re proper fucked,” she cackled.

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The Sweetest Thing

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language

0.5k words

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“Did you hear me?”

“Hmm?”

“I said, what flavor d’you want?”

Damn. You’d been caught staring at Roy Kent- again. You had to be imagining the softness that appeared in his brown eyes as he gazed at you, waiting for you to pick what kind of ice cream you wanted.

Averting your eyes to the ice cream display, you cleared your throat. “Um, chocolate I guess?”

His smirk was full of teasing. “You guess?”

“Chocolate,” you confirmed with a chuckle.

That smile- that stupid, wonderful smile- had you making emergency lesson plans in your head, because surely you’d need at least a week to recover from it. He quickly ordered three ice creams, waving your hand away gingerly when you tried to slip him a few quid. It had to be an accident when his fingers brushed yours- right?

Needing a moment to collect yourself, you excused yourself to go wash your hands once the three of you found a small outside table, leaving Roy alone with a suspiciously quiet Phoebe.

“Oi.” He hooked a finger around her little ice cream bowl and tugged it away from her now pouting face. “Tell me the fucking truth. Why’d your mum tell you to invite your teacher to our practice?”

“Well,” Phoebe started slowly, eyes zeroed in on her treat. “She said it would be a nice thing to do. And, well…” Her gaze flickered to her uncle. “She also said she wanted me to tell her all about the look on your face when she showed up.”

Roy’s cheeks were on fire; he was going to fucking murder his sister. “And what face did I make?”

His niece looked thoughtful. “Well, you looked surprised. A little nervous. And sort of happy.” Her face turned mischievous. “Mum says you fancy-”

“Did you uncle really steal your ice cream, Pheebs?”

As you took the seat next to him, Roy slid the little bowl back towards the little traitor, his heart quickening at the sound of your teasing. “If you’d been gone another minute, yours would’ve been next,” he joked, feeling his entire body soften when he realized how close you were.

With a playful eyeroll that surprised you, you smiled at Phoebe. “So, Pheobe, did you tell your uncle about how you did on last week’s spelling test?”

The three of you dove into easy conversation- about school, football, Phoebe’s friends. It felt wonderfully natural, eating ice cream with Roy Kent and his niece, as if the three of you hung out all the time. The relaxed way he looked at you, the way he made you and Phoebe laugh, hell, even the way he held out his bowl so you could try a bit of his cinnamon-vanilla ice cream, all of it made you forget that he was a famous footballer; it was almost as if he could be any student’s handsome, funny, kind uncle who you had an ever-growing crush on.

By the time the three of you walked back to the school parking lot and the uncle-niece duo wished you a good rest of your weekend- with Roy thanking you for joining them- you finally admitted the embarrassing, thrilling truth to yourself: You were positively, absolutely, undeniably smitten with Roy fucking Kent.

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Practice Makes Perfect

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader Warnings: Language, gross dads checking out their kid's teacher 0.8k words Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

When you got out of the car, you zipped up your jacket, squinting at the figures across the field. Earlier in the week, Phoebe had begged you to come to watch her and the other girls practice on Saturday morning. Her little face had been so earnest that you couldn’t say no. Really, you had no choice but to get up early and throw on your most flattering leggings and put on a little makeup, even though you tried not to wear it on the weekends unless you were going out.

The sound of your name being squealed by little voices greeted you as you got closer. You offered a small smile to the parents who sat on folding chairs and sipped coffee, and you did your best to ignore the way a couple of the dads looked at you. Instead, you focused on the little girls in shorts and ponytails who stopped their drill to come running over to you, chattering over each other and giving you hugs and high-fives. Their disregarded coach slowly approached, looking like he was fighting a losing battle against a smile.

“Morning,” he hummed, giving you a nod. “What’re you doing here?”

You gestured to a particularly bouncy little blonde. “Pheobe here asked if I’d come see the girls in action. It’s not a closed practice, is it, Coach?” Being outside the confines of the classroom gave you the nerve to tease the footballer a bit.

The upward curve of his mouth told you he didn’t mind one bit. “Always open to teachers,” he assured you. He glanced at Pheobe. “Very kind of you ladies to invite your teacher.”

Pheobe lit up. “It was Mum’s idea.”

Roy’s ears tinted red. “Right. Well, enough standing around.” He bent at the waist, bringing his face to the girls’ level. “Get back out there and get to dribbling!”

Giggling at the way their coach bellowed at them, the girls hustled back to the cones and formed a line, continuing the drill you’d interrupted. Roy gave you one last nod, looking like he wanted to say something but instead strolled back to his young players, that red tint spreading to his cheeks.

You stayed planted in your spot on the sideline, chuckling at the way your students kept turning to wave at you or call out “Did you see me?” Each time, Roy would roll his eyes good-naturedly and call for the girls to pay attention. Watching him coach little girls was definitely amusing; he was loud, he swore, he was tough. And they adored him. If you didn’t already have some silly little crush, you sure as hell would after this.

After he sent them on a short run to end training, he made his way back over, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Maybe I don’t want you at our practices,” he joked. “You’re a fucking distraction.” His smirk assured you that he was joking.

If you were a little braver, you’d have asked him if you distracted the players or him.

Instead, you offered him a sheepish grin. “Sorry about that. Won’t happen again, Coach.”

He shook his head as Phoebe led the little group back from their run. “It’d be great if it happened again. It was nice seeing you here.” He cleared his throat. “For the girls. Seeing their teacher out at a practice, not even a game, it meant a lot to them.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “We’ll see you at some of our matches this year, yeah?”

“Of course.” As if you could say anything else to those hopeful brown eyes.

“Good.” After a quick salute to you, Roy met the team in a huddle, growling about what a good practice they’d had and to fucking keep it up once the season started. He sent them off to their waiting parents, who waved goodbye to you as they passed. You were so giddy about your chat with Roy that you barely registered the couple of dads who glanced at your backside as they passed.

With no excuse to stick around after practice, you started to walk towards the parking lot, wondering if you’d be able to think about anything else but Roy Kent for the rest of your Saturday. God, you hoped so. You had lesson planning to do, and-

“Do you want to go get ice cream with us?” Phoebe looked up at you with hopeful eyes. “It’s Uncle Roy’s treat.”

Unable to stop yourself from gulping, you locked eyes with Roy. “Oh, I couldn’t impose-”

“You don’t like ice cream?” Roy Kent’s eyes sparkled cheekily as he threw the equipment bag over his shoulder.

“No, I do,” you corrected him, failing to resist wringing your hands together.

Roy shrugged. “Then let’s go.”

Your gaze flickered back and forth between your student and her gorgeous uncle before you finally squeaked out, “Okay.”

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Like We're Made of Starlight

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, some angsty feelings, lots of pining

2.5k words

A/N: This chapter came out a biiiiiiiiiiit long because I had to combine two chapters; I couldn't let these two be angsty for too long!

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Although a night of lesson planning and daydreaming about eating ice cream with Roy Kent sounded like the perfect Saturday night, Leanne Bowen had other plans. She had texted you just as you got home, insisting that the two of you needed a night out. So, you put on a cute little dress and some boots and hopped into Leanne’s car to head to some club for drinks and dancing.

After spending a few songs on the dance floor with Lee, you left her dancing with some handsome guy and made your way to the bar, desperate for some drink that hid the taste of its alcohol. As you waited for the bartender to return with your drink, someone leaned on the bar next to you.

“What, you already empty the flask you keep in your desk?”

Your mouth went completely dry as you turned your head. There was Roy Kent, holding a beer and looking nothing short of gorgeous in a black button-down shirt, unbuttoned just enough to show some chest hair, and slacks. You quickly recovered and flashed him a smile. “Coach Kent. What’re you doing here?”

He returned your grin with a soft one of his own. “One of the guys’ birthdays.” He nodded towards a group of young men who were taking shots and laughing loudly as people nearby stared and pointed. “Figured I’d be a good manager and actually celebrate one of my players.” When the bartender brought you your drink, Roy pointed at you and then himself, signaling that your drink was on him.

“You don’t have to do that,” you insisted. “You’ve bought me coffee, a drink, and ice cream already.” Your face went warm. “Seriously, I should be buying you a drink!”

He shrugged and slid the glass closer to you. “Next time,” he hummed simply.

Next time.

As you tried to figure out how in the world to respond to that, his eyes slowly trailed down your figure, eyebrows raising slightly as he did so. You resisted the urge to tug your skirt down, wondering if it was too short.

“Something wrong?” you managed to squeak out, shifting your weight nervously.

Roy’s eyes were on yours again. “Not at all.” He shrugged. “Just not used to seeing you outside your teaching outfits.”

You scrunched your nose in confusion. “Teaching outfits?” you repeated.

His face softened as he glanced away for a moment. “You know. The fucking dresses and skirts and sneakers. The cute shit you wear to school.”

He thought your outfits were cute.

“Oh.” Desperate to look like his words didn’t have your head spinning, you took a long sip of your drink. “And which d’you prefer?”

Suddenly grateful for the dark club lighting that hid his blush, Roy fidgeted a little, trying to keep his eyes trained on your too-pretty face. “I dunno,” he admitted with a small chuckle. After a moment, he added, “All I’ll say is, it’s a good thing there aren’t any dads here. There’d be some pretty pissed off mums.”

For a moment, you just stared at Roy Kent, fully aware that your mouth was in a perfect little o. The way he stared at you, all soft and smiling, had you fighting the urge to squirm nervously. Finally, realizing that you had probably forgotten how to speak, he opened his mouth again.

“Wanna dance?”

Immediately, every piece of advice your mother had ever given you about not being too eager with a man left your brain as you smiled brightly at Roy. “Sure.”

Drinks completely forgotten at the bar, the two of you walked to the dance floor, both blushing furiously and praying the other wouldn’t notice. Your whole body was vibrating with nervousness as you looked up at Roy, whose face somehow managed to be both tense and soft as he gazed back. You forced yourself to move your hips to the music, as if you danced with handsome football legends all the time. The ever-present tension in his shoulders seemed to relax as he watched you, and he began to move to the music, taking a tentative step towards you, not quite pressing his body to yours, but definitely closing the safe gap you’d left. His raised eyebrows asked if this was okay; your shy smile assured him that it was more than okay.

“D’you like dancing?” Roy asked over the music, delighted that he had to lean in close to speak to you.

His breath on your cheek had your entire body feeling warm. “It’s alright,” you answered, standing on tiptoe so he could hear you. “Kind of depends on my dance partner.”

Roy Kent’s grin could probably power a small town, it was so bright and freaking perfect. “How’m I doing?”

“Not bad,” you teased. “Not bad at all.”

As Roy ducked his head to say something else- or maybe be bold enough to do something else- a hand landed on his shoulder. When he turned his head, Jamie Tartt was looking at you with that stupid grin of his.

“Oi!” he shouted, a bit louder than necessary. “Aren’t you Phoebe’s teacher?” After glancing back at Roy for a fraction of a second, you nodded; Jamie’s smile broadened. “Oh shit, I remember you from that pub! Man, y’should see Roy, always rushing out to pick up Phoebe. I think it’s the best part of his day, seeing you!”

Immediately, Jamie knew he’d stepped in it; he wasn’t sure who looked more mortified, you or Roy. Your eyes were wide in panic, and Roy’s jaw was clenched tighter than Jamie’d ever seen it. Oops.

“Well, it was nice to see you,” he blurted, trying to salvage things and avoid Roy’s glare. With a little wave, the footballer was gone.

Alone again, you looked up at Roy, letting out an embarrassed little huff as you fiddled with your hair. “So-”

Before you could say another word, Roy glanced at his watch. “I should go,” he grumbled, not quite looking at you. “Let these guys celebrate in peace without their fucking manager hanging around, babysitting them.”

“Oh.” You nodded earnestly. “Yeah?”

Some silly little part of you wanted him to invite you somewhere else, maybe a pub or coffee shop, somewhere you could see each other more clearly and actually hear each other speak. Or maybe just offer you a ride home. Some little excuse to spend more time together, to talk, maybe even an opportunity for Roy to ask you out-

“Enjoy the rest of your weekend,” he mumbled, his gruff voice interrupting your hopes. “I’ll see you Monday.”

Not bothering to meet your eye, he turned and walked away, ignoring both the tight feeling in his chest and his players’ calls for him to stay. As Roy exited the club and walked down the street, he let out a growling sigh that caught the attention of the people waiting in line to get into the club.

You must be Phoebe’s teacher, Jamie had said. Phoebe’s teacher.

Roy was such a fucking idiot. Of course you were always nice and polite and never said a word about his flirting or buying you coffee and ice cream. You were just nice. This pretty little ray of sunshine that smiled at everyone, even the skeevy dads that flirted a little too hard. Fucking hell, Roy was just as bad as them, wasn’t he? There you were, trying to enjoy your weekend off, and he’d gone and been another drooling creep that you’d have to see at school on Monday. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Meanwhile, as Roy walked to his car and beat himself up, you found Leanne, flirting over a drink with that same handsome guy you’d left her with. She lit up when she saw you.

“There you are!” She glanced over your shoulder. “Are my contacts malfunctioning, or did I see you dancing with-”

“Gonna head home,” you interrupted, fidgeting with the strap of your little purse. “Not feeling well.”

She leaned in close, ignoring her conversation partner. “Oh shit, are you and-”

You shook your head. “I don’t feel well,” you repeated through gritted teeth. Her smile faltered when she took in the melancholy look on your face. “I’ll get myself a cab.”

“You sure?”

Finally smiling, you grabbed her hand. “Enjoy your night, Lee.” You gave a squeeze before letting go. “I’ll see you Monday.”

As you walked outside, you rubbed your suddenly aching temples, humiliation flooding every inch of your body.

Roy Kent. Roy freaking Kent. You really thought you had a shot with Roy Kent?

Fucking hell.

On Monday, you were almost relieved not to have morning duty; no awkward interactions with Roy Kent, no plastering on that fake smile and chirping good morning as if you hadn’t spent half your weekend beating yourself for being so naïve as to think a professional footballer would be interested in a schoolteacher. You were fun to flirt with, good for his ego, and you ate up his attention like candy. What guy wouldn’t enjoy that?

Of course, today was the day that Jack Harris, in the year above your class, chose to tell Phoebe O’Sullivan that the Greyhounds sucked, especially her uncle’s best friend Jamie Tartt. And Phoebe didn’t take that too well; by the time you’d separated them, both children’s uniforms were covered in dirt and Jack had learned a fun new four-letter word.

The office assured you that Dr. O’Sullivan would be in your classroom in about fifteen minutes to collect her daughter.

The sound of someone clearing their throat had you freezing just as you were pinning up some work on a bulletin. When you turned around, Roy Kent was walking into your classroom, looking bashful with his hands stuffed into the pockets of that leather jacket. His eyes traced yours carefully as he approached you.

“Hi,” he murmured, resisting the urge to tap his foot nervously.

“Hello,” you answered, tightly gripping the papers you held. “Um, so Phoebe-”

He shook his head. “Yeah, no, my sister told me on the phone.” He winced. “Gotta go home for the day, then?”

You shrugged. “If it makes you feel better, she was defending the Greyhounds.” You nodded to the corner table where Phoebe sat, working on her handwriting practice. “I gave her some work that she’ll be missing. Everything’s set to go in her backpack.” Without thinking, you took a small step closer to Roy. “You’re all set, I guess.”

Roy stared at you, mouth slightly open, not willing to move away from you. “I’m sorry,” he finally blurted out. “I am really fucking sorry. For-for the club. If I overstepped at all- and fucking Jamie- and I just-”

“It’s alright,” you interrupted, a little too quickly. Your heart fluttered when you saw the way his eyes shifted to your face and away, over and over, as if he couldn’t decide whether or not he could look you in the eye. “I, um, actually had a good time.” You glanced over to Phobe, who was too engrossed in her work to even glance up at the two of you. “Dancing with you… was nice.”

Ask her out.

Those three words played in his head over and over again as Roy stared down at you, doing that thing where he opened and closed his mouth, clearly trying to figure out what to say. Reminding himself that he was Roy fucking Kent he finally found his ability to speak.

“Listen, I was wondering if-”

“Hey- Oh! Sorry, you have a parent.”

Karen Selig looked anything but sorry has her eyes lingered over Roy, who quickly leaned away from you, cursing himself for hesitating.

Doing your best to not look as annoyed as you felt, you smiled at your colleague. “Need something, Mrs. Selig?”

She shook her head, gesturing to Roy. “Oh no, I can wait.”

When she lingered in the doorway, Roy resisted the urge to scream. Instead, he turned back to you, your pretty and expectant face leaving him hating his shit luck.

“Um, what was that you were asking, Coach?” Your voice was low, trying to keep this conversation as private as possible with your colleague’s gleeful face in the doorway.

“Oh. Shit, yeah, um the girls have a scrimmage on Saturday. Want to come? They loved seeing you at practice so…” He shrugged.

Your shoulders slumped almost unnoticeably. But Roy absolutely noticed. “Oh. Yeah, sure. I’ll be there.”

Roy nodded curtly. “Great. Great. Um, just send me a message and I’ll let you know the details. You still have my card, yeah?”

“Yeah, I have it somewhere,” you said casually, as if the little business card that read Roy Kent wasn’t sitting in your desk drawer, where you could see it every time you grabbed a post-it note or a paper clip. “I’ll text you?”

There was that wonderful smile. “Yeah. Yeah, text me.” He turned his head to his niece. “Oi! Pheebs! Let’s go.” With one more nod to you, trying to keep that smile from growing too large, Roy took his niece’s hand and led her out of the classroom.

Doing your best to suppress your own grin, you turned your attention to the still-waiting Mrs. Selig. “Right, so what did you need?”

Instead of explaining her interruption, Karen just waggled her eyebrows at you. “Ooh, going to text Coach Kent, hmm?”

With an eyeroll, you turned back to hanging up student work. “Oh fuck off,” you mumbled before breaking out into a secret smile.

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