#let him love youuuuu roy

[atorionsbelt]

the look on jamie’s face when roy rejected his hug

#let him love youuuuu roy #if a man hugged me twice but wouldn’t let ME hug HIM i would be confused asf #thank god he let him few eps later but still. look at HIM #he’s only baby how could u do this to him #clearly i’m running out of things to talk about #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #royjamie #roy x jamie #jamie x roy #op

[avvail-whumps]

Hi!!! I freaking love Guns for Hire right now more than anything.

Could you write Leo having a nightmare and Roy waking him up (maybe even a little worried for his poor lion). But Leo kind of panics and hits Roy? Something like that? Leo scared that Roy is going to hurt him because Leo accidentally lashed out at him?

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOURE AMAZING THANK YOUUUUU

Leo was surprised this hadn’t happened earlier. After everything he’d been forced to endure, a nightmare had seemed like the least of his worries.

When it did hit him, however, it was horrifying. The memories he was forced to endure, the phantom pain spiralling through his limbs and setting alight as though it was real. He could see Bran’s blurry face hovering over him, lips twisted into a foul smirk, and all of the cruel, heckling laughter as his brutal punches and kicks landed on his body.

Everything was too vivid, too real, but no matter how much he kicked and thrashed against their assaulting hands, he was trapped and buried under his own memories.

Something touched him on his shoulders, but it felt like fire searing through his very skin. The nightmare warped and span into incoherenct colours and images, all while Leo was desperately thrashing against the invasive hold.

The blankets and duvet tangled between his legs, flying off his body, and Leo’s fists cracked against something hard as he fought valiantly against the touches, screaming from his very chest for whatever it was to let go of him.

When his vision cleared, Leo found the courage to blink the wet tears out of his vision.

He was panting hard, his throat raw, clothes soaked in sweat and his hair a complete mess ontop of his head. He heard murmur of a voice, and whipped around to find Roy standing by the edge of the bed, tentatively touching the side of his face.

There was deep red mark there, probably bound to bruise, and the moment he felt his knuckles tingle in reminder, he knew what he’d done.

A cold wave of horror washed over him.

“You can really throw a punch when you want to, lion,” the mercenary drawled teasingly under his breath, a strained smile on his lips. “You slugged me right in the jaw.”

Leo’s eyes immediately welled with fresh tears. The nightmare stirred in his mind, singing in warning, and he scrambled to press himself against the wall, shaking his head feverishly.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” he panicked, squeezing the blankets from underneath him. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to—”

Roy’s demeanour suddenly shifted, his head tilting to the side. It was almost as if that laid back, teasing attitude was gone, and it threw Leo into hysterics. He was mad. He’d punched him, and now Roy was going to hurt him again.

His hands latched onto his hair, shaking his head frantically. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean to, please don’t hurt me...”

The mercenary folded his arms across his chest, shaking his head. His voice was quieter, a jarring contrast to the alarm dripping off Leo’s pleas. He didn’t edge closer.

“You’re going to have to calm down, lion,” the man sighed, a hint of sincerity in his voice. Leo didn’t want to imagine what he must have looked like in the depths of his nightmare, screeching at the top of his lungs and thrashing under the bedsheets. His chest stuttered painfully, already constricted from the lack of air. Leo pinched his eyes shut, tears falling freely down his sickly pale face. “You just had a nightmare. That’s all.”

Leo snivelled, choking on a sob. “I’m really sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The man, against his better judgement, stayed calm. He motioned towards him, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Come here, lion,” he ordered softly, coaxing him from the corner. “There you go, that’s a good boy. Come on.”

He flinched violently under his touch, nerves setting alight, but they seemed to simmer down after only a few seconds. He held his breath when the man’s hand combed gently through his hair, pushing the damp locks from his soaked forehead. His shivering body went slack, and the man pressed him closer.

“I’m not mad,” he murmured. “What was your nightmare about?”

Leo melted into the embrace. It was the complete opposite of his dream, the touch comforting and considerate instead of painful. He pressed his forehead against Roy’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, and trying to match his calm breathing.

“It was, um,” he broke off, struggling to speak. He just wanted to forget about it all. “Bran. The others, they were—”

He cut himself off, frantically shaking his head. Roy chuckled lightly.

“And what, are they here right now?”

Leo sniffled. “No?”

“No. Exactly,” he hummed, his chest almost purring. “So you can calm down now, lion.”

He jerkily nodded his head. He clung onto the warm embrace for as long as he could, slowly letting his eyes flutter closed and his mind ease away from the nightmare. He kept repeating Roy’s words in his head like a mantra. The other mercenaries weren’t here. Roy wasn’t mad.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” he whispered shakily, squeezing him tight. Roy responded similarly, his arms gently tightening around him.

He tapped his chin, tilting his head up to meet his cunning gaze. “It’s okay, lion. Let bygones be bygones.”

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[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

🤔 Share a line where a character makes a decision.

“Let me take you. Jen can stay here,” Roy says, not wanting to let Ruth out of his sight.

“I need you to stay here,” Ruth says, wincing a little and Roy suddenly feels guilty making her talk with her voice so hoarse. “In case he comes back.”

And then Roy understands. Ruth was trusting him to protect the one thing she loves most in the world, her daughter. Roy promises himself right there he would never let anything happen to Phoebe or to Ruth again.

“It’ll be okay, Ruthie. I promise. I’ll take care of you. Both of you.”

Thank youuuuu <3 this is from the (naturally) untitled fic covering Roy and Ruth’s relationship relative to her marriage.

#tw domestic violence #cw domestic violence #tw dv mention #roy kent #ted lasso fanfic #phoebe o’sullivan #dr o’sullivan #protective big brother Roy kent #domestic violence cw

[phoebe-delia]

What did you think of the ending of succession and Ted lasso?

Hey anon! Thanks for the ask!

Okay so, first of all (obviously), spoiler warning for both shows. And, anon, I'd love your thoughts on both as well!

Ted Lasso:

I really liked the ending overall. I liked Rebecca selling 49% of the team to the fans. I liked Ted going home to spend time with Henry. I liked Nate's redemption arc, and I also really liked Roy coming on as the new coach. I'm glad Rebecca ends up with that guy she met on the boat. I have kinda mixed emotions about the way the Keeley-Roy-Jamie love triangle ended. I didn't love the two of them going to her and making her choose; that felt very immature to me. So I'm glad she sent them both away, and that Roy and Jamie will still get to be friends.

I don't entirely know how I feel about the team ending up 2nd in the premier league. Like. I get the point was supposed to be like "oh winning doesn't matter because we grew as a team and as people!" but it just would've been so SATISFYING for them to like FULLY win and really stick it to the haters, yk? But I guess a win over Rupert/West Ham was really the most important thing lol.

Succession:

I thought the ending was, like the rest of the show, pretty damn genius. I loved the siblings going from that sweet moment in their mother's kitchen to later fighting in the meeting.

I loved how Tom ended up on top (even if it was as a sort of puppet lol) and Shiv decided the quickest way to power is to reconcile with a husband she doesn't like very much. I LOVE their relationship it's so fucking toxic lmaooo. They're SO mean to each other. Also Greg is a little weasel for being a double agent, but when TOM PUT THE STICKER ON HIS FOREHEAD LET ME TELL YOUUUUU I SCREAMED THAT WAS FUCKIN GENIUS!!!

Kendall...Kendall Kendall Kendall Kendall...I'm really glad they didn't just like do away with the storyline about him being responsible for the waiter's death. Like I love it being one of the catalysts for Shiv to make the decision. She's ultimately right—he's too unstable. And, heartbreaking as it is, I see why she votes the way she does.

To sum up: therapy. Therapy for everyone.

Thanks so much again for asking!

#ted lasso spoilers #succession spoilers #ted lasso #succession #ask

[fullmetalscullyy]

If you open for req, can you do "If i'm a monster, what are you?" from the angst prompt list for Royai. Riza is the one that said those words. I love your writing so much it give me life 🥺💕💕

anon thank youuuuu 💗 ishval angst is some of the best and i hope i did it justice

if i'm a monster, what are you?

"Riza."

She ignored him as she approached her tent. Her strides were strong and with purpose. It was determination that drove her, to put as much distance as possible between herself and him.

"Riza, wait."

The hand that reached for her wrist was batted away harshly.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, whirling around to face him. The Major looked taken aback for just a second, then his expression hardened.

"Riza, calm -"

"Don't tell me to calm down," she glared. Her voice never raised. She didn't want anyone else to overhear. "Don't you dare. And its Private Hawkeye, sir." The honourific was spat, spoken like it was a curse.

"Listen, we both have to do what we have to do here." His defense was weak.

"No, we don't. So much for "using alchemy for good"."

"Riza." Her name was a growl, finally showing his frustration and irritation at their argument. 

"You promised me," Riza reminded him. "Or was that just empty? Everything we went though, does that mean nothing to you? Did it ever?"

"I'm doing the best I can!" he exploded. He was angry. Good. Now he felt the same way as Riza. "I can't just turn away -" 

"No, but you're happy to stand in the street and barbecue people in plain sight. You have no shame."

He blanched at how blasé she said it.

"At least I'm not cowering in a tower, killing my victims out of sight!"

It felt like the sand blowing about in the air fell to the ground with the force of his shout. The wind stopped blowing as his words settled over her.

Riza watched the regret appear across his face in an instant. Obviously he hadn't meant to say it out loud, but he had. He'd let it slip. Words said in anger were often true, after all.

"If I'm a monster, what are you?" she demanded. Riza's voice lowered as she approached him, slowly. Clearly, Roy didn't expect this kind of response, because his mouth parted in shock.

The word "monster" wasn't said, but the implication was heavy. From the way he spoke, he seemed to think what she was doing was far less honourable than what he was.

Riza almost snorted. As if extermination campaigns could be honourable in any way.

"I never said that -" he stammered.

Riza didn't give him a chance.

"Because you've done so much worse than me."

The air was deathly silent and incredibly cold around them.

Roy didn't dare to breathe. Not that he could anyway. Her question, then her reasoning, felt like a sucker punch to his gut, expelling all the air painfully from his lungs.

Riza was breathing hard as tears collected in the corner of her eyes. She didn't let them fall. Not in front of him. He'd betrayed her and her trust. He didn't deserve an ounce of her time and her emotions anymore.

Without another word Riza stormed off, back to her tent. There, she could break down and cry. Roy's betrayal cut through her chest like a knife, carving shiny through her entire body.

This time he didn't follow her.

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[aliasimagines]

I saw that prompt list you reblogged! Maybe you could do this one, if possible? Sam Winchester x female reader ? “That’s my ex. Makeout with me and make him jealous.” Fluff! ‘Getting together’ story?? Like maybe its their first kiss. And the reader is really sure of herself and Sam is just awkward not knowing if it means anything to her. Thank youuuuu :) Love your blog btw, your imagines are awesome!!

Hi, thank you so much for the request. You are awesome! ❤️ Hope you like it

Sam, Dean and Y/N were on a case in Ohio. It seemed like a vampire but they haven't found the nest yet. So Dean went to look around, ask some questions while Sam and Y/N went to grab some food in the local dinner. Y/N sat up on one of the red bar chairs while Sam ordered a salad for himself and a burger for Y/N.

'Wait.. We will take another burger and some pie. Blueberry if you have some thanks' says the girls to the waitress before she walks away. Sam shoots Y/N a questioning look.

'What? Your brother will kill us all if we don't bring him food. And they have pie so i thought... Jesus Sam!!' Y/N whisper shouted. She was looking at the other end of the dinner. A red haired guy sat there, eating fries and reading a newspaper. The guy must have felt Y/N looking at him cause he looked up from his newspaper.

' Sam kiss me! '

' What...?' asked Sam with a confused tone

'That's my ex! Make out with me and make him jealous.'

Before Sam could react Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him into a heated kiss. Sam froze for a few seconds but then he melted into the kiss. Sam felt like a teenage boy with butterflies in his stomach. The kiss was so good that Sam never wanted to let go but they had to stop to get some air. Sam smiled at the girl.

'Y/N?' the guy from across the dinner, Y/N's ex was now standing right beside them.

'Oh my god Roy is that you?' Y/N asked in a fake shocked voice. 'What are you doing here?'

'Same as you I guess. I mean not kissing... Obviously... Uhm.. I am on a case.' poor guy nearly manged to get his words out he was so nervous.

' Oh Sam and I are on the case too... I'm so rude! I haven't even intruduced the two of you.' she turned to Sam 'Honey this is my ex Roy Jones, Roy this is my boyfriend Sam Winchester'

'You mean THE Sam Winchester? The - saved the world at least 3 times- Sam Winchester?'

'Uhm yeah. That would be me.' laughs Sam nervously.

'Well it's nice to meet you. I... It's... getting awkward so... Uhm bye... It was good to see you Y/N...' and with that Roy walked out of the dinner.

'Weeeelll that was wierd' said Sam looking back at Y/N

'Yeah. I didn't even remembered he was like this.. Whatever. Thanks Sammy.'

'Of..course' his expression suddenly became sad.

'Hey.' Y/N took Sam's hand in hers' I really liked that kiss'

'You did? Really?' a big smile appeared on his lips.'I did too.'

Y/N smiled back at him and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

'I like you Sam.'

The moment was interrupted by Dean opening the door.

'Come on you lazy kids I found it!'

Sam signed before grabbing their food and leaving some money on the table.

'You had to ruin it didn't you?' he asked his brother before walking out of the diner hand in hand with Y/N.

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