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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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This may be a bit of a strange idea (Feel free to ignore this request)

But since your about Jaime Tartt baby fic. I had the thought of Jaime trying to give reader a break takes the baby in a stroller to training with Roy and Roy is just kind of like WTF and other hijinks ensue like maybe someone flirts with Jamie with the baby or roy gets left with the baby at somepoint or Reader is freaken out cause the baby is gone. IDK just an idea that has been stuck in my head since I read your baby fic

Dude this request was not strange AT ALL. It was actually nice because it was similar to something I wanted to write, and I haven’t been able to do that because I’ve been doing requests. THANK YOU.

i’ll still be right next to you my dear

Your daughter Bea is five months old. You’re still sleep-deprived, but less than you were a month ago. Jamie does his absolute best as her dad and your husband, but the weight of it still falls to you. Things have gotten considerably less tense, too, since you moved out of the flat and back into your house. It was weird at first, both you and Jamie walking on little eggshells around each other.

The tension was broken with an all-hands-on-deck moment at 1am, when Bea had a stomach bug or something, and you two had no choice but to just laugh in resignation at the sheer enormity of the mess she made. There go the beginnings of sleep training.

Bea had her own schedule, one that involved being an early bird like her dad. She would wake up five to ten minutes before his 3:30 alarm went off, and it got to the point where he barely even set it anymore.

Jamie would get out of bed, throw on some pants, change her, and then zip through his morning routine. He’d put her back to bed, give you a half-awake kiss, then be out the door before Roy could knock.

(Roy made that mistake early on, waking Bea. You thoroughly chewed him out in an exhausted rage. Jamie says it’s the closest thing he’s ever seen to Roy crying).

Anyway, at 3:55 this Saturday morning, Jamie kisses you, says, “I’ve got Bea, so sleep in,” and is gone before you even know what’s happening.

You flop back on the pillow and are out in seconds.

—

“The fuck is this?” Roy says the moment Jamie steps out the door, pushing a happy Bea in her jogging stroller.

“The fuck does it look like?” Jamie replies. “Her mum needed sleep, so Bea’s joining us for training.” He leans over the stroller to look at his daughter and coos, “Isn’t that right, angel?”

Bea makes a delighted gurgle and Roy grunts.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me the great Uncle Roy is daunted by a silly wee baby?” Jamie says, grinning. “You are Bea’s favorite.”

Roy glares at Jamie. “Don’t fucking lie to me, everyone knows Sam’s her fucking favorite. She even likes fucking Isaac better than me.”

Jamie pouts. “Don’t listen to him, Bea. We know you love Uncle Roy, even though he’s being a twat.”

Roy just grunts and looks at Bea. “You know how I feel about you, kid,” he says. She babbles. She knows.

“Alright, come on. Suppose the stroller gives your dad some extra weight while he runs.”

Jamie grins, and starts jogging down the street.

—

You wake up to the sound of silence. No Bea, no Jamie. Just birds chirping and the sun shining. You squint at the clock. 8:37am. You reach for your phone and see a selfie from Jamie of him, Bea, and Roy marked 7:02am with the caption, headed to breakfast!

You now have a hazy recollection of Jamie saying something about taking Bea when he left, but it felt like a dream at the time. The silence makes more sense now.

You smile and send heart emojis. I love you! you type.

love u 2, Jamie replies. Then: I hope that was for me not Roy?

You shake your head. That boy. He thinks he’s a comedian.

You roll out of bed and stretch. Time for a nice, long shower, then a good coffee from Jamie’s complementary espresso machine. You’re not gonna lie, there are certain perks to being married to a footballer.

—

Meanwhile, Jamie and Roy have stopped for breakfast at a café that Roy says fits in with Jamie’s diet. He says no coffee and Jamie makes a disgusted face and replies you’re not the boss of me, which is why they’re letting Bea decide if Jamie gets coffee or not by seeing who will get her to smile first.

Jamie wins, of course. It’s part of being a dad.

They’re sitting at a table outside till 9am, Bea out of her stroller and in Jamie’s arms. They’re on their third cups of coffee and Bea’s draining her bottle of formula like there’s no tomorrow. Jamie is in the middle of stroking Bea’s nose (a miniature version of yours) and watching her eyes blink slow, when two girls walk up to their table.

“Ohmygod, no way, is that your baby?” one girl asks.

Jamie looks up and gives a polite, perfunctory, “yeah,” and turns back to Bea. Roy’s sitting back in his seat, ready to watch this unfold.

“It is like, so totally adorable. There’s something so sweet about a baby, don’t you think?” the other girl says, putting her hand on Jamie’s shoulder. He shifts away as politely as he can.

“I just think that like, men with babies are so much hotter than men without babies,” girl 1 continues, oblivious to Jamie, who has shifted Bea onto his chest and is displaying his left hand as conspicuously as possible. He taps Bea’s back with his ring finger in what he hopes is an absentminded manner.

Roy holds back a snort.

“Especially single dads,” says girl 2. “Soo hot. I’ll give you my number if you ever need a babysitter.”

She’s barely done speaking when Jamie blurts out, “I’m married.” He looks so harried that this time Roy can’t hold back a laugh. The girls turn to him with a glare, then back to Jamie.

“She doesn’t have to know,” says one of them.

“Pretty sure she does,” Jamie replies. “And anyway, I ain’t interested. Have a good morning.”

Bea, the angel that she is chooses that exact moment to start burping.

The girls give her a disgusted look and turn away.

Roy looks at Jamie, eyebrows raised and a ghost of a smile on his face. “Nice fucking move with the ring finger,” he says. “If it were me, I’d’ve fucking given them a different fucking finger.”

“That’s where you and me differ, granddad,” Jamie replies, wiping spit up off his vest (waterproof, thank god), “I’m a gentleman.”

Roy rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

—

The windows are open, the laundry is spinning, and you’re dancing around the house. You love Bea, but god you also love good rest. And a clean house. And Jamie Tartt. Man, you love him. You can’t believe he took Bea out for the whole morning and knowing him and Roy, they’ll be out until at least 11am. You smile. That gives you time to head to the shops and pick up some flowers, which will make you feel like a civilized human being, one who has her life together and can take care of her child and her husband and maybe, just maybe, one who is in the mood to get laid tonight.

—

Jamie and Roy are strolling through Richmond, passing by shops and enjoying what feels like the first lovely day in ages. Jamie hasn’t heard from you since you asked is this shirt clean or dirty? with a picture near the washing machine. He knows Saturday cleaning is like a ritual to you, one you picked up in high school and carried on through college. You have a system and you take your time, windows open and music playing. He can picture you spinning around the house putting things away, and that mental image is enough to make his face split into a smile. He remembers the Saturdays you spent before Bea, you cleaning and dancing, and him, well, not helping but certainly dancing with you and promising that he’ll give you more dirty sheets to wash if you’d just take a tiny little break? In the bedroom? With no clothes on because they need to be washed, wink wink?

It usually worked.

You’d lay in bed for precisely ten minutes afterward, take a no-nonsense shower, then kick him out of the house. He’d be gone for an hour, buying you that chocolate you liked and whatever flowers he thought suited the day. There’s a good thought. He should get you flowers, a reminder of their early days of romance. And maybe, just maybe, Bea can sleep soundly enough that they can revive other traditions, too.

“Roy,” Jamie begins.

“No.”

“Oi, you didn’t even let me finish!” he says indignantly.

“Fine. What do you fucking want.”

“It ain’t for me,” Jamie says, “it’s for Bea. And my wife. I want to get her flowers, but it ain’t easy to push the stroller and look. Can you take Bea around the green? I’ll come find ya when I’m done.”

Roy stares at Jamie, and Jamie is sure he’s going to say no. But then Roy walks around to the front of the stroller and crouches down in front of Bea.

“If your dad fucking goes and gets flowers for your mum, do you promise to be alright for twenty minutes? I know I’m not fucking Sam or Isaac, but Phoebe thinks I’m a good uncle. She’s a proper fucking dweeb, but a good judge of character.”

Bea just stares at him. Roy slaps his thighs and stands up. “Alright,” he says. “Let’s go.”

Jamie grins and says, “Bye, Beatrice. Be good for Uncle Roy.” He gives her a kiss on her forehead, a boop on the nose, and is gone, weaving through Richmond, man on a mission.

“Your mum’s a fucking saint for putting up with him,” Roy says to Bea. Bea says nothing. She’s fallen asleep. Roy shrugs and starts pushing her in the direction of the green. Better asleep than crying.

—

You’re showered, dressed, with just a touch of makeup, and you’re on your way to the flower shop. There’s this little one you and Jamie used to go to. You know the owner a little, but you suppose Jamie knows her better because he’s been in more. She’s about the age of his mum, and has a soft spot for him. He overpays and always leaves one flower for her. He hasn’t had the time to be over since Bea, so you say hello and show her some baby pictures, and then some of Bea and Jamie. You both laugh over your favorite, Jamie passed out on the couch, mouth open, wearing gray sweatpants and a single sock, with Bea on his stomach in a gray onesie and a single sock. She’s drooling on him and his hair’s a mess, but you think it’s adorably hilarious. Like father, like daughter.

Now, you’re perusing the flowers. It smells wonderful, the warm weather diffusing the fragrances through the shop. You turn a corner and bonk straight into a man with his back turned to you. You open your mouth to apologize and he turns, and out comes, “Jamie?”

He smiles and you peer behind him. “Where’s Bea? Oh my god Jamie, did you lose our daughter? She had better be close by, I swear to god, Jamie Tartt, how do you lose an entire baby, especially one as noisy as Bea?!”

You’re oblivious to Jamie’s attempts to interrupt your rant, so when you pause for a breath he says, “love.”

You turn to face him, from where you were trying to stand on your tiptoes hoping for a glimpse of Bea’s stroller.

“I didn’t lose her. She’s with Roy. D’you really think I’m that irresponsible?”

He looks so hurt that you realize what you’ve been saying. Your hands fly up to your mouth. Of course Jamie wouldn’t lose Bea. He loves her. He looks at her as though she makes the stars shine.

“Babe. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just wasn’t expecting to see you, and then I wasn’t expecting to see you without Bea, and I thought I’d surprise you by getting flowers before you both got back, and-” you stop. Jamie is gently holding your face and smiling, no longer hurt.

“Babe,” he says, “love of me life and best mum around, it’s ok. I know whatcha mean.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Bit funny we had the same idea, innit?”

You smile. You’d been so caught up in your split-second worry about Bea, you didn’t even realize what was happening.

“Guess some things don’t change,” you reply. “You pick out any good ones?”

Jamie places his hand over his heart. “Love. I only pick out good ones. I picked you, didn’t I?” You laugh at his sparkling eyes, and put your hands on his waist, pulling him close.

“Pretty sure I picked you,” you reply.

Jamie hums. “That’s a fuckin lie, and you know it.”

Your feeble retort is cut off by his lips on yours.

—

You and Jamie walk toward the green, hand in hand. He’s holding bright yellow daffodils in the other.

Jamie spots Roy first. “Oi!” he yells, “look who I found!”

You wave, jog over to Bea, and crouch down. “Hi baby! I missed you! Did you have fun with Uncle Roy?” Bea babbles at the sound of your voice.

“Oh good,” you reply, “he is your third-favorite uncle, after all.”

Roy nods. “You fucking get it. Jamie tried to feed me this fucking bullshit that I was fucking number one.”

“Jamie!” you say. “Everyone knows it goes Sam, then Isaac, then Roy.”

Jamie puts his hands up defensively.

“Honesty,” Roy says, “Such an admirable quality. Remind me again why you’re with this fucking prick?”

You pretend to think for a moment then say, “For his money.”

Jamie says “Oi!” so you quickly amend, “And his smokin’ hot body.”

Jamie nods, satisfied. “That’s better.”

Roy is looking at Jamie in disgust. “You two are so fucking adorable, it’s fucking disgusting. C’mon Bea. I see Sam over by that bench. Let’s give these fucking idiots some time alone.”

You and Jamie turn to each other.

“He said we’re adorable,” you say, grinning.

“He said we get alone time,” Jamie says, grinning back.

“Roy!” you call, “how much time do we have?”

“Three hours!” Sam yells back. “I want to walk Bea to my restaurant!”

You and Jamie turn back to each other, giddy.

“You know what that means,” you say.

“Sex,” he replies immediately.

You laugh and grab his hand. “C’mon, babe. Let’s enjoy our alone time.”

As you walk away, Jamie says, “Oi, need to tell you about these girls who were trying to flirt with me. But don’t worry, I gave them the finger.” He holds up his ring finger and you slap his arm.

“This is why I love you.”

“Really? And here I only thought you were with me for my money,” he replies.

“And your hot body. Don’t forget that one,” you say.

“How could I forget?” he says. “When we get home, let’s put it to some good use.

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thewritingofamadwoman · 5 months

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Roy Kent has my heart (and so does Brett Goldstein). This is my first time writing for him so be gentle 😂

Pairing: Roy Kent x Fem!Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: Fluff, Roy’s potty mouth, allusions to sexy times (because I can’t write smut to save my life) and a cheesy joke brought to you by none other than Ted Lasso himself.

Enjoy!

“Okay boys, just remember that the photoshoot will be held during training on the pitch. Just act natural and don’t let the camera’s distract you,” I said, smiling at the team. Keeley clapped her hands, unable to keep her excitement at bay.

“You’re all going to look so fucking cool!” She squealed and the team beamed back; some smiling while others blushed at her praise. AFC Richmond was selected to be the featured football team in a new magazine spread honoring the Premier League. Keeley pulled some strings with her connections from her firm KJPR while I worked hard to call in a few favors from my years as the team’s social media strategist to get The Greyhounds considered for the shoot. And after months of phone calls and meetings, it finally paid off when the magazine’s PR group reached out to us earlier this week.

As luck would have it, today was the perfect day for a photoshoot; the sun was out, and the guys were pumped.

Coach Lasso clapped his hands and spoke up. “Alright fellas, you heard the ladies. Let’s go out there and show these snowmen what we’re made of!”

Everyone in the room went quiet, silently confused by Ted’s attempt at a joke.

“You know, because the magazines’ called “The Blizzard”. Like blizzard…? Snowmen…? Oh alright whatever, let’s just go out there and look good!” Ted waved, the team’s earlier exuberance returning as they headed out the door to the pitch.

I heard a voice call my name and turned to find Nate giving me a shy smile.

“Uhh, are the, um, are we as coaches going to be photographed as well?” He asked, pointing to himself, and then to the side where Ted, Beard and Roy stood. I nodded and Keeley spoke up.

“Oh of course! Can’t have a team photoshoot without its four fearless leaders!”

“You go out there as you would and just let the boys have at it. Just promise me you won’t punch any of the photographers if they annoy you,” I said the last part while looking directly at one particular coach. Roy crossed his arms and shook his head, speaking up immediately.

“I make no such promise.”

His gruff voice had me biting back a smile as I rolled my eyes in response.

“Don’t you dare be rude them, Roy Kent. Keeley and I have been working towards this moment for months. You get in trouble, you’re dealing with me, got it?” I said, trying my best to remain stern as I looked at him. Roy’s eyebrow twitched and I could see the amusement in his eyes before he nodded reluctantly, a growl accompanying the movement.

“Wonderful! Now let’s go!” Keeley practically floated out of the room in excitement while the rest of us filed out. My phone buzzed in my pocket by the time Keeley and I sat down in the stands, and I pulled it out to find a very much expected text message.

Roy-O

You are VERY sexy when you try to be stern ;)

I laughed to myself before shooting back a response.

Oh you liked that, did you?

But I’m serious, please don’t punch anyone

I didn’t even get the chance to put my phone away before another text came in

Roy-O

Why, gonna punish me if I do? ;)

I bit my lip as my eyes immediately looked over to where Roy stood. His phone was in his hand as he yelled at Jamie Tartt from across the field to stop being “a fucking weasel and kick the fucking ball already.” I took in his appearance, the way he stood tall with his arms crossed, phone gripped tightly in one hand. The way his biceps were accented perfectly by his black t-shirt. Roy Kent looked delectable in every way. I smiled to myself and decided to play along.

Maybe I will.

You fuck this photoshoot up for me and you won’t be getting ANY of this tonight…

I put my phone on my lap and looked down at the pitch, waiting for Roy to get the text. He seemed preoccupied with training so I picked my phone back up to respond to a few emails while I waited for him to continue our little game. Suddenly, a far away cry of “watch it, Coach!!” sounded from across the pitch, and before I could even register what was happening, Roy was smacked right in the face by a rouge football. The resounding smack of the ball was so loud that everyone cringed unanimously.

“Oh fuck!” Keeley exclaimed at the same time I gasped, both of us standing up and watching on as Ted and the team rushed to Roy, who let out the loudest FUCK I think I have ever heard him exclaim.

“Tartt you FUCKING CUNT!” Roy yelled, grabbing his nose and bending forward. Jamie, whose panic manifested in nervous giggles, tried his best to apologize.

“I’m SO sorry Coach, but I did try to warn you, twice!”

Roy groaned again and glared at the player before pulling his hand back and looking down. Even from my spot on the stands I could see the distinctly recognizable color of blood on Roy’s hand.

Roy seethed at the sight and growled at Jamie.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Jamie backed up in panic and both Ted and Beard jumped in to pull Roy back by his arms to stop him from advancing towards the striker. After a few moments, Roy pulled out of their grasps and turned, making his way back inside Nelson Road, probably to get the resident to check out his nose.

“That looks like it fucking hurt,” Keeley said, sitting back down.

“He’s not going to let Jamie off the hook for this one. He’s gonna make him do double drills at 4am for weeks,” I sighed.

“You gonna go check on lover boy?” She teased, and I smiled, already making my way down the steps.

“You know it. I’ll catch you later babes,” I responded back, blowing her a kiss.

By the time I made it inside, I found Roy seated on the physio bench, clutching an ice pack to his nose. The medic had just finished up and smiled at me on his way out, giving me a thumbs up. I walked up to Roy and cooed at him now that we were alone.

“Awww, are you okay love?” I soothed, placing a hand on the wrist holding the ice pack. Roy glared at me and grunted in reply.

“What’s that look for, what did I do?” I said, brows knit in confusion.

“Oh don’t you “what did I do” me. You’re the farthest thing from innocent, sending me that fucking picture.” Roy’s voice lowered and a mischievous smile settled on his face. I’m sure my eyes widened comically as I remembered what I had sent. Roy nodded, pulling the ice pack away.

“Yeah, that’s right. I opened your text and fucking hell, your fucking breasts on display like that in that strip of cloth you call a bra is the reason I got clobbered in the fucking face. How was I supposed to hear Tartt calling out when my only thought was sucking on those fucking perfect tits?”

I cupped my mouth and let out a gasp followed by a small laugh, feeling so bad for having been the reason he was so distracted.

“Oh my god baby, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think…“

Roy cut me off.

“Oh no, you knew exactly what you were doing you minx. C’mere,”

Roy placed the ice pack down onto the side of the physio bed and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chin, inspecting his nose and face for myself.

“Fuck, Roy I feel horrible. I shouldn’t have sent that photo,” I smiled sheepishly at him. Roy shook his head, schooling his expression to stay stoic but I could see the amusement in his eyes again.

“Don’t you fucking dare apologize for sending that photo. But if you insist, I can think of a few ways you can earn my forgiveness….” He trailed off, his eyebrow raising and a smirk forming on his lips. I smiled back, happy he was okay.

“Well in that case, what if I told you I was wearing that bra you saw in the picture…right now…” I whispered as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Roy’s chin, cheek, and gently on his nose.

“Fucking hell,” Roy breathed out, pulling me in tighter. I decided to push one more button, just to tease him a tiny bit more.

“Mmhm, and guess what? That bra has matching panties….”

Roy’s eyes closed and he released a deep and long “fuuuuuuuuck” before closing any gaps between us with a searing kiss. When he pulled back, I was sure my lips were as red and swollen as his. I rested my forehead on his before he hopped off the table and we walked back to work before heading back home for all that was promised.

———————-

A few days later, I was seated in my office organizing the next away game details for the team when I received an email from one of my contacts at The Blizzard. Attached were the photos from the training shoot. I was scrolling through the action shots until I stopped at four back to back pictures that had me giggling to myself.

In front of me were four shots of Roy: in the first photo he’s looking down at his phone with a neutral expression. In the second, his eye brows were raised and eyes blown wide. In the third photo, he was smirking at his phone. And finally, in the last photo of the bunch, Roy’s face was obscured by the football that has smacked him dead on. I scrolled back and forth between those four pictures, creating a little boomerang and watching Roy’s face the whole time and laughing hysterically.

I saved the photos to my phone and set the one where he was smirking as my lockscreen, savoring the memory of what ensued that night after that photo was taken.

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ultralightpoe · 8 months

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Midnight Rain - Jamie Tartt

Authors Note: I have been trying to find any sort of energy to post and get out of bed. Got so close to giving up on life itself and I'm barely back, please bare with me as I try to find my way out of my depression hole I have dug for myself everyone. I know it's been a minute but life has been kicking my ass. Be patient with me - Ultralight

Word Count: 4274

Warnings: slight angst

Apart of my MIDNIGHTS EVENT. (Next Event is Sour by Olivia Rodrigo. Requests closed. Event following yet to be decided)

SOUR EVENT

MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy!

Rain, he wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

It was an odd thing, falling for a famous person with everyone watching you both, it felt like every private moment had been laid bare to the world for them to mock and laugh at. There was nothing normal about it.

But then again there was nothing normal about the way you and Jamie Tartt had met.

You thought of this as you left the Richmond Stadium, glasses covering your eyes as you did your best to hide your face from the flashes, your bodyguard holding the small of your back as he pushed you forward.

“Just a few more steps until we are in the car.” He informs, blocking a poster from being shoved into your face.

By the time you are shoved into the air conditioned car you risk a look back at him, and this is the moment all the paparazzi catch a picture of your tear stained face.

You wish this had never happened.

“I just don’t understand.” You whine, eyes cast up to the ceiling of the building, swirling in the chair as your manager tapped her pen on the desk in front of you with an unamused expression. “I didn’t do anyth-”

“YOU WERE CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH YOUR COSTAR!”

“......And?”

“HE WAS MARRIED!” In your defense he had never mentioned his wife and how the hell were you supposed to know? He never wore a ring, he was always in costume and character so it wasn’t like you had talked about his family at all.

That being said, you felt horrible when you found out, and then your surprised face had been printed onto every magazine and gossip site known to man, which made you look like the homewrecker and him like the lost puppy husband. What a scuffing tool.

“So what on earth does this have to do with Jamie Tartt?” You had never heard of him before, not that you were a football fan in general, but you did kind of recognize him from some cheap reality show.

“He is looking for a change in image, a happy healthy family image.” Your manager explains.

“So you want me to be his pretty little wife?” You snark, lifting your voice until you're whispering like a 50’s pinup girl and batting your eyelashes at her. “Should I make him dinner every night and kiss him sweetly-”

“How many job offers have you gotten lately?” She snaps, slamming your gossip mags on the desk in front of her.

She had you there, since he had played victim you had close to no job offers, your image had been destroyed by that pompous man.

So it seemed Jamie Tartt was your only option. You would play the role of your sweet girl.

My town was a wasteland

Full of cages, full of fences

Pageant queens and big pretenders

But for some, it was paradise

Your face was printed everywhere by the next morning and Jamie Tartt couldn’t help but try and throw as many of the magazines and papers away during his early morning jog with Roy.

“The fuck are you doing?” Kent snaps, crossing his arms, his back straight and his eyebrows pinched.

“I don’t fuckin’ know mate!” Jamie snaps, face bunched up as he panics, the stack of papers in his hands heavier than he thought when he makes eye contact with your photo. You looked so sad he felt his heart shatter. “I jus’ don’ want any of these fucks seein her like this, ya know?”

“Everyone has phones.” His running partner points out and Jamie sighs of disbelief. “Come on, you massive twat.”

With that Roy starts running again and Jamie is forced to drop the magazines in the trash, picking up his speed to catch up with his coach, heart racing against his ribs.

After this he would call you, maybe try to clear the air. After everything you both went through he was sure you would at least want to talk to him……right?

“So…..I just go to the restaurant…..for the date you set up for me?” Jamie asks, confusion laced in his tone as he stares at his ex girlfriend and now his social media manager. “I just don’t get it Keeley.”

“It’s not something you get, ya?” She smiles, rubbing his shoulders. “Just trust me Jamie, I think she will be good for ya.”

“And she’s interested in me?” There was a small excitement in his chest now, the feeling of being adored always enough to boost his ego. “Then I think I can give this a chance, ya?”

So he did give you a chance, he showed up (late) wearing simple workout gear and asking the host about your reservation. She gives him a disgusted up and down look before side-eying him as she points to a table in the far back.

You were there, your nose in a book, and not caring about anyone else in the restaurant. And he instantly knows he should have dressed up more, he figured you would be some fangirl and would like him as he is. But now he sees that he looks like a massive twat who showed up late and not dressed up at all.

“Y/n?” He asks slowly, reaching a hand up to fix his hair subconsciously. Nerves were getting the best of him and when you finally looked up he could not think straight, let alone breathe. It’s like life stopped short. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah? Jamie Tartt I presume?” You ask and he can do nothing but nod. “Why don’t you sit, the paps are going to be here in no time.”

“Paps?” He asks, lunging to sit in front of you, fixing his hair once more.

“They follow everywhere. I haven’t ordered yet, even though you were late.”

“Right. Yeah. Thank you for waitin’.”

My boy was a montage

A slow-motion, love potion

Jumping off things in the ocean

I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

He had been one of the sweetest fake dates you’d ever had in your career, and for a couple minutes you wondered if it was a real date, only to laugh it off as a camera flash caught him in the middle of a dramatic retelling. You had to remind yourself that night that it was fake. It was all fake.

But the kiss you gave him outside the restaurant felt more real than anything else you had felt before, and when you had pulled away your hands were shaking. But he simply smiled and kissed your cheek before disappearing.

You had exchanged numbers that night, so you wouldn’t have to go through your managers everytime you needed to meet. And that had worked well for the first 2 weeks.

He had gone from making you laugh at coffee to texting you at 3 am. And though you had a red flag in your mind about the professional boundary you ignored it because why not? If you were forced to fake date someone then why not have fun?

But now you sat in your empty apartment, legs pulled into your chest as you sobbed, wondering why on earth you had crossed the professional boundary.

Your phone rang somewhere behind you and a part of you wanted to dive to answer it, already knowing it would be him. But you drew the line in the sand, why run to the water to drown yourself now?

So instead you pulled your throw blanket over yourself and let the world wash away.

“Is there a reason you called me this early?” You laugh, pulling your coat closer around you as you meet him at the side entrance of the Richmond field. “And when will the paps get here?”

“They won’t be.” He looks proud to say that, excitement crossing his face as he reaches for your hand. “I figured you had enough of them so I’ll sneak ya in.”

His hand finds your own and you are filled with the same warmth of the night you kissed him so you follow him without questions. And he seems ten times happier to lead you to the main field.

“Okay so there are sooo many rules about being on the field, it’s a bit of bad luck yeah? So don’t tell anyone you were here.” He rambles as you look around before pulling out a ball from his backpack.

“Oh, what on earth is that?”

“It’s a football?” He laughs, throwing it at you which makes you scream and hit it. It bounces off his forehead with a thud that has you gasping.

“Oh my goodness I am so sorry about th-” But he merely laughs.

“I said a football not a handball!”

“You mean a volleyball.”

“A what?”

“Why am I here?” You interrupt, leaning to touch his forehead where the ball hit.

“I was hoping I can teach ya to play.” He blushes when he says it and for a second you are not Y/n L/n international actress, you are Y/n L/n, dumbass in a soccer field.

So you spend the night running around the field with Jamie as he teaches you tips and tricks of the game, you are sweating and laughing.

Then he slips and falls harshly and you are a goner, holding your stomach as you fall over him, cackling.

“You’re a traitor!” He laughs, catching you before you hit the grass and leaning to tickle you. This ends up being a small wrestling match and by the time it’s over you are both laying in the grass, your head on his chest and staring up at the sky.

“This was fun.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I am really thankful I picked the call up.” You giggle, looking up to him and before you know it you are leaning up to kiss him. And just as the first time you are left breathless and shaking. Then he smiles at you and there is a red flag once more. But you don’t listen.

“You wanna come back to my place?”

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

He wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

“I just don’t understand, yeah?” He rants, walking back and forth in the coaches office as all five of the men stare at him with odd expressions. “Like I woulda understood if she just told me it was a public stunt-”

“Ah, I see your dilemma here young pup-” Ted starts, only to be interrupted by Beard and Higgins howling while Roy and Trent both stay silent. “It seems to me like you had some deep feelings for this girl….like, oo oh come on fellas help me out here-”

“Love is dead.” Roy supplies.

“Beats me.” Trent shrugs.

“I’m blanking-” Beard panics.

“LUKE AND LEIA!” Higgins rushes only for beard and Ted to turn on him slowly.

“You ever seen those movies, Higgins?” Ted asks slowly, and everyone in the room stops.

“No….No sir.But I know they kiss.” He smiles and Ted nods. “Watch em and then get back to me.”

“Will do, sir.”

“Will you blokes help me?!” Jamie snaps and they all turn back to him. “She won’t even pick up her fucking phone.”

“Well……” Roy grunts and everyone sits up.

“Oh boy, Roy is about to open up. Buckle in.” Ted giggles.

“I think if you truly love the lass then you should be Jamie about it and go do what Jamie does.”

“And what does Jamie do?!”

Weeks and weeks of this, dates at restaurants and secret dates away from the paps that relentlessly followed you, and then he would spend the night with you in your apartment. Which was never a requirement but gee what a bonus because you managed to take his breath away with every kiss.

One tug and his soul is gone, one bite and he is swearing himself to you.

But his favorite moments between the two of you were when he was laying in your bed, the sunlight streaming through your curtains as you kissed your way up his back to wake him up. In this room you never had that actress pretense you swore by, in this room you were just Y/n. Queen of his heart.

“I think it’s time to wake up.” You whisper, nipping at his ear as he smiles.

“Or we can just sleep in…..” He offers.

“You have a huge game today, and I have my first session on my new film.”

“A new film?”

“Yeah! I’m playing the love interest, a bit weird when I have to kiss someone dressed as an alien but who am-”

“So you’ll be kissing someone then?”

“Well acting…. Just like the sex scene is acting and this relationship is-” You are cut off by the sound of his phone ringing but something in his ears screeches.

It came like a postcard

Picture perfect, shiny family

Holiday, peppermint candy

But for him it's every day

You were right back where you started, swirling in your manager's chair as she glared at you, only this time you felt like there was a gaping hole in your chest that you couldn’t seem to fill. This entire idea had been a mistake.

“You are right back where you started, but with ANOTHER SCANDAL!” Your manager shouts, slamming the pen onto the table and reaching to grab the tabloids laid to the side. You didn’t bother to look since you already knew what would be plastered all over them.

You were now not only known as the woman who cheated on Jamie fucking Tartt but you were the reason the team lost their game. You were bad luck.

A whore. A homewrecker. A lame actress. A waste of space……. But those were just the things that Jamie had said. The public had many many more things to say about it all.

Your heart stung at the thought of him, trying your best to erase the image of him as tears sprung in your eyes, picking up your stuff as fast as you can before you storm out.

You didn’t need to be told what a fuck up this was, you already knew it.

“So… the other day, when we were lying in bed?” Jamie starts, leaning against the wall of the coffee shop as he stares into your eyes, letting you play with the zipper of his jacket. Your back was pressed to the wall as he covered you from the paps, all that could be seen was your legs and at this moment you couldn’t be more happy.

You, as much as you hate to admit it, loved hanging out with Jamie when it wasn’t a performance.

“You mean when you forgot your underwear in a rush to leave?” You tease, enjoying the nervous look that crosses his face.

“Well, you said something that just…. It made me nervous, yeah?”

“What made you nerv-”

“JAMIE!” A voice calls, breaking you both out of the small trance that had built up between you, both of you taking a step back from each other. You keep a hand on his chest, his own flies up to keep it there as he smiles at the man who interrupted you both. “DANNY ROJAS!”

“Oy, keep it down, Mate!” Jamie laughs, pulling you to the man dancing. “Danny this is Y/n, Y/n this is Danny.”

“Wonderful to meet you-”

“You coming to the game?” Danny asks, face filled with excitement. For a moment you want to say no, there was no need for a public appearance at his game, but then you look to see the hopeful expression on Jamie’s face and you feel yourself smiling.

“If handsome is okay with me going?” You ask, eyes not leaving Jamie. He gets excited, rushing forward to kiss your cheek.

“I’ll save you a seat!”

So I peered through a window

A deep portal, time travel

All the love we unravel

And the life I gave away

Jamie found himself running the next morning, thinking about what fucking Kent had said. “Jamie Tartt would fuck it all up of course.”

Fuck it up? Roy Kent is saying he would fuck it up? That wanker didn’t know anything at all, and Jamie would never fuck it up.

But then he finds himself at your doorway, sweaty and nervous as he tries to figure out how the hell he got here. Fuck fuck fuck.

Just as he goes to dash off the door swings open, revealing your tear streaked face staring right at him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I have no fucking clue.” He blurts, hands flying up like you are about to swing at him. But you don’t, you merely stare at him as he stares back with a heavy heart. “But I am here…..and I’d love to talk.”

You were thrilled, looking around the stadium with wide eyes as everyone cheered for Jamie. You had seen this man in his element many times, you knew he loved the game but you had never seen him in his element surrounded by his fans.

This was one heck of a thrill.

He was cheering with them, and yelling, and honestly just owning the field (or Pitch as the coach had explained). You could do nothing but watch in amazement as the two females beside you cheered them on as well.

But that’s when things started to go sideways.

You had just been cheering Jamie on, jumping up in your seat when he made the goal, when you saw your old co-star from the corner of your eye. The pompous asshole that forgot to mention he was married. Within a second of making eye contact he was nodding his head, moving closer to you, mumbling out excuse me’s to book it to you.

For an instant you think of telling him to piss off, but for some reason you didn’t want the group of people you were sat with to realize that you were a homewrecker, whether you meant to or not that's embarrassing. So you let the panic get the better of you and dash to meet him halfway, tugging on his jacket to drag him up the stairs.

“What the fuck are you doing-” You start to ask, anger coursing through your veins but when you whirl to glare at him his hands are on your jaw pulling you in for a swift kiss as cameras click in the background.

In a moment of panic you gasp out, only to swing your hand quickly so slap his face harshly. The sound rings out in the hallway followed by multiple ‘oohs’ as you twist to walk away quickly.

But the damage had been done already, and twitter was on the jump already.

'Cause he was sunshine

I was midnight rain

He wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed

Like midnight

You watch him in amazement for a moment, eyebrows raised while you tried to process the words he just said. He stares back for a moment, tilting his head while he waits for your response, but you can’t think of a single thing to say.

“I think we already said enough,” You start, wrapping your arms around yourself while he shuffles uncomfortably.

“No, Y/n let’s just-”

“Jamie, just drop it. We both already said what we had to.” You mumble, attempting to close the door before his foot catches in it and he huffs in pain.

“Just….. Five minutes, that’s all I need.”

“.......Fine,” You sigh, opening the door and letting him in.

“Um- what the actual fuck?!” Jamie snaps, coming around the corner his phone glued in his hand as he glared at you. “You mind tellin me why the fuck you were lockin’ lips with that wanker?!”

“Wait, it’s not what it looks like-” You start, but he is too mad, sneering at you when you try to reach for him.

“So you weren’t actin’ like a whore with a man while I was playing my game?!”

“Excuse me?” The feeling of panic vanishes, replaced by another wave of anger as his words settle in. “Coming from the dumbass that was in Love Island?”

“It was Love Conquers All, I’ll have ya know!” He scoffs.

“Not to mention I don’t owe you anything! THIS IS A PR STUNT!” You shout, not caring at the amount of paps that were beginning to swarm.

“A pr stunt?” He asks, face falling as he looks at you. “You mean to tell me that you have been dating me for-”

“Pr. Yes. This entire thing has been PR. Did you not know that?” That laugh that slips from your lips is bitter, eyes welling up with tears. Dear god, did no one tell him?

“Right, so this entire time I have been used by a lame ass actress? You been using my fame to get roles? Is that it?”

“More like I have been using you to clean up my image after….”

“RIGHT! Sleeping with a married man-”

“He didn’t tell me he was married!”

“YOU COULD HAVE SEARCHED IT UP! BUT YOU HAD TO BE A HOMEWRECKER!”

“YOU ARE A NATIONAL SOCCER SLUT!”

“IT’S FOOTBALL!”

Rain, he wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed

Like midnight

You watch him shuffle across your living room, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet as he tried to talk himself up, breathing out slowly as he turns to face you.

“I have never been good with this whole….feelin’ thing. But then I met you and for a moment I thought I had it, you know? I thought I was gonna get the life with the girl that loved me because everytime I was near ya my heart started cracking through my fuckin’ ribcage.” He begins, rubbing the back of his neck. “Then you are tellin’ me that it was all fake-”

“It wasn’t all fake.” You whisper and he sucks in a breath.

“It wasn’t?”

“No, I wouldn’t have slept with you if it was.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“I’m sorry for what I said.”

“Me too.”

“I….. I want it to be real.” He admits, taking a step closer. “I know it was all fake……now I do. But I want this.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the wind beneath my fucking wings!” He smiles, moving until his hands are on your shoulders. “You make my heart race and you are the only one on this earth that doesn’t seem to mind my massive fuck ups. I fall in front of ya so many times a day, and you’ve seen me flex in a circus mirror and get frustrated and you have seen me-”

“I get it.” You smile.

“Please, Y/n, just give me a chance back. Let’s make this real.”

“But it might not-”

“We can make it work! If you can learn football then we can make this work.”

You stare at him, and he stares back. For a moment he thinks you are going to say no, and he begins backing up until you nod.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Okay.”

I guess sometimes we all get

Just what we wanted, just what we wanted

And he never thinks of me

Except when I'm on TV

From that point on there was a stark difference between the actress you and the real you. Actress you kissed handsome men on screen and ended up in a tabloid once a week, accusing you of vile things.

Real you, well real you ate gummy worms in bed with your charming husband that loved hearing all the rumors, reading through them and acting them out like a fake fight. You went to all his games, he showed up to all of your premieres.

Sunshine and rain mixed into a storm of chaos that both of you loved.

I guess sometimes we all get

Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted

And I never think of him

Except on midnights like this (midnights like this)

“Are ye ready yet?” He calls, laying on the couch as he watched the screen before him, laughing a bit when he sees Nate the Great slip on camera.

“No, I am not!” You snap, rushing into the living room in a panic, searching around. He picks his head up to watch you, laughing a little when you trip over the rug. “What are you lookin’ for?”

“My heels!”

“You are wearin heels to a concert you’ll be jumpin around at?”

“They complete the outfit.” You sigh, watching a smile break across his face.

“No, lovey, your gorgeous tits complete the outfit!”

“OH YOU PIG-” He laughs as you move to throw something at him, dashing to chase you back. You scream out, dashing up the steps to avoid his clutch as he chases you around the house.

The next morning you both wake up to the headlines “Football star and movie star late for T Swift concert!”

“Is this all they have time for?” He asks, yawning a bit as you laugh.

“Apparently.”

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axelsagewrites · 2 months

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kindly no pressure asking if locker room roy kent x reader will have a second part where jamie and roy finally talk/confront/fight? 🫣

Roy Kent*Apologise

Pairing: roy kent x f!reader

Word count: 1422

Warnings: swearings, mentions of semi public smut and getting caught, mentions of masturbating, a lot of swearing

Part one here

Masterlist here

The night Roy met you was the best day of his life but the day you sucked him off in front of Jamie’s locker. And the thing that somehow made it better? Jamie saw it. Roy had the next two days off from Richmond so best believe those two days were spent in bed with you, only leaving for food and water.

Roy was smiling as he walked into Richmond. A sight that truly unsettled all the staff and his teammates. “Alright Isaac? Nice weather the day innit,” he grinned at the boy as they walked to the locker room.

“Uh yeah captain. It’s nice,”

“Gotta love when the suns out. birds chirping. A breeze in the air,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Isaac muttered, looking over at Colin who looked terrified of Roy’s happiness.

As Roy walked into the locker room Colin paused to whisper to Isaac, “Wasn’t it raining?”

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Isaac said, eyes never leaving Roy, “but it cannot be good,”

As the rest of the team began to filter in Roy continued to make happy small talk, even asking Sam how his weekend had been. It was freaking everyone out. the other odd thing however just walked through the door.

“Alright Tartt?” Roy called over, wide grin on his face, “Hairs looking good,”

Jamie just nodded, muttering a quiet thanks as he began to get changed with a grimace on his face when he got to his locker. “What the fuck is going on?” Colin whispered to Isaac who was seriously considering taking up religion in this moment.

Jamie had never been so quiet during a practise. He did every drill without complaint, scored every kick, and even passed the ball. “I’m worried about him,” Ted sighed as he watched him play, “He just doesn’t seem himself,”

“His playing’s excellent though,” Nate said, before trying to joke, “Maybe this is the start of a mature Jamie Tartt,”

Beard crossed his arms as he stared out onto the pitch, “There’s a disturbance in the force. Besides. Roy’s creepy when he’s happy,”

“Great work Colin, nice foot work,” Roy praised, patting the boy on the shoulder before running to get the ball.

Just as everyone was about to call for a priest you walked out of the tunnel. Usually, your presence was first notice by Jamie who would give a loud wolf whistle but instead you were able to walk up to Ted without drawing much attention. “And what do we owe this pleasure?” Ted asked, a smile on his face.

“Hey coach. Roy forgot his phone, so I came to drop it off,”

As if on queue Roy jogged over to the group, ignoring everyone but you who he gave an unabashed public kiss too despite usually hating PDA. “What would I do without you?” he joked as you both walked to the side so he could put it in his hoodie.

“You’re in a good mood. Jamie’s still alive though?” you joked.

A wider smile cracked his face, “He’s growing on me. What can I say?” he said but you paused, crossing your arms to scan his face, “What?”

You glanced to the field only to notice Jamie instantly look away when it dawned on you, “You told him!” you whisper yelled, smacking at his chest.

“I did not,” Roy protested, trying to look serious when a smile cracked back on his face, “He saw us,”

All of Roy’s happiness flooded away when a look of pure thunder crossed your face and your hands went to your hips, “And you didn’t think to tell me? Have you been torturing that poor boy?”

“No but- “

“Don’t ‘no but’ me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why are you defending him- “

“Does my face look like it cares?” you asked, dropping your hands from your hips only to cross your arms again, “Whatever you’ve been saying to him you better stop,”

“I didn’t say anything! I swear,” Roy said as he realised how much he’d fucked it, “I didn’t mean to upset you,”

“You don’t need to say anything to say something,” you said, rolling your eyes at the confused look on his face, “You better apologise,” you said making Roy scoff, but you were prepared to call his bluff, “No apology, no sex. Sorry I don’t make the rules,”

“That is so not fair,” Roy scoffed, “You can’t do that,”

“Try me,” you smiled as sweetly as possible before turning around to leave, swaying your hips a bit extra than usual to drive the point home. “Bye boys!” you called to the team, glancing back at Roy to send a quick wink before you left.

The force was slowly being restored since Roy was now back to miserable and angry but unfortunately Jamie’s mood hadn’t changed yet. Ted had tried pulling Jamie aside but he just shrugged it off. The team was back in the locker room, getting ready to leave.

As Jamie turned to leave though Roy sighed, “Tartt,” he called through gritted teeth, “I need to talk to you,”

“Maybe I don’t wanna talk to you,” Jamie said and the tension in the room could be cut by a knife.

Isaac went to whisper something to colin but before he could even start Roy’s head whipped around to glare at them, “Everyone out,” he barked and instantly the boys sprang to leave, “Everyone but Tartt,”

“Hey I think it might be best if I stayed-“ Ted tried to say but the low growl from Roy and glare from Jamie had him exiting just as swiftly.

“What?” Jamie asked, huffing as he crossed his arms.

“I’m,” Roy started to say but the words tasted like sick as he tried to force it out, “Sorry,” he eventually managed.

“What for?” Jamie asked, cocking his head to the side.

“You know what for,” Roy huffed, “Not stop taking the piss and take the apology,”

“That’s not how apologies work ya know?” Jamie said, dropping his arms, “Ya big creepy weirdo you,”

“Hey, you’re the one that was watching!”

“Was not!”

“So, what were you doing in your car then?”

“None your damn business!”

“Uhuh sure,” Roy said, drawing out the words as he chuckled, “See if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the pervert. Watching me and my girlfriend- “

“Fucking in my fucking locker? Like a pair of fucking fuckity weirdos fucking- “

Roy couldn’t help but laugh a little, “You’re starting to sound like me,” he said making Jamie huff like a child. Roy sighed as a horrible feeling set in; maybe he had been wrong, “I’m sorry. I crossed a line. Won’t happen again,” he said, actually sincerely for once.

Jamie eyed him up and down before finally nodding, “Okay but just you know. Don’t tell anyone about well…”

“I wish I didn’t even know,” Roy joked making Jamie roll his eyes. The pair were silent for a moment, “We good then? You gonna start being a prick again?”

“You’re terrible at apologies,” Jamie rolled his eyes as he grabbed his bag, “but yeah, we’re good. don’t know how she puts up with you though,” he said as the pair headed out the locker room to finally go home.

Roy couldn’t help himself, “Not just her who goes down- “

“We are not that close,” Jamie cut him off, holding his hand up to Roy’s face and making him cackle laughing.

The pair actually walked out of Richmond joking and laughing together. A sight you saw while you waited to pick Roy up. “See you tomorrow?” Roy said, sending you a quick wave as he walked to the car.

“Yeah mate. Hey you never know,” Jamie said, tapping Roy’s shoulder making him pause, “Maybe next time it’ll be me and Keeley in your spot,“ he tried to joke but Roy’s smile dropped into a harsh glare, “On second thoughts I think I’m late to something bye!” he half yelled as he jogged to his car, never turning his back on Roy.

As Jamie sped out the parking lot Roy finally climbed in the car, “What did you do?” you asked, squinting at him.

“I apologised! Honest,” Roy said, holding his hands up in mock defence, “You can ask him yourself tomorrow,”

“I will text him,” you warned as you started the car up.

Realization dawned over Roy, “How’d you have the pricks number?”

“He gave it to me ages ago,” you shrugged, “Encase I ever needed it,”

“That little fucker,”

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hopefulromances · 9 months

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can you do jamie with grumpy female reader please?

Kinda combining these two!!

"C'mon Jamie!" Sam jumped on Jamie's back as Jamie texted on his phone. "When are we going to meet this new girl of yours?"

Jamie cackled as he hid his texts away from his friend. "Probably never at this rate."

Jamie was absolutely whiped for this girl he'd been seeing. Anytime they weren't on the pitch, he was texting her or calling her or sending her stupid photos of himself. All the boys could tell, all the coaches could tell, it was driving them mad.

"So, she's special then, yes?" Jan commented from the other side of the room. "That's why you're hesitant to show her to your male friends."

"I guess?" Jamie frowned in thought. "Or she just hasn't wanted to come by the club." He looked at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair. He looked down as his phone dinged. "But... it looks like you lads might be in luck. She's heading here right now?"

The boy started climbing them over themselves in excitement as they celebrated. They shouted out questions trying to get as much information as possible.

"How old is she?"

"What does she do?"

"What's she like?"

"She's 27, she's a lawyer, and she's like... uh..." Jamie looked up trying to think exactly how to describe her. "She's like the MILF from that spooky family show."

"The Munsters?" Bumbercatch offered.

"No, the other one."

"Addams Family?" Colin shouted, snapping at Jamie.

Jamie snapped back at him. "That's it."

The boys all cooed in excitement as Jamie finished getting ready. Then a knock on the door to the locker room came and they all sprung back to their places.

In the door way was a woman in all black, with a black choker and boots to match. She looked around the room of boys, her face not moving an inch.

"Babe!" Jamie cried coming to greet her. He kissed her cheek and placed a hand on her back. "These are the lads! Lads... this is (Y/N)!"

"Hi." She waved, once before looking over at Jamie. "Why are they all staring at me like that."

None of the boys had blinked once since she had entered the room. They all just stood, mouths agape as they stared at the goddess of a women who'd walked into the room.

"Ah, don't worry about them," Jamie waved them off. "I'm gonna hit the loo, then we can go."

He ran out of the room. Leaving (Y/N) alone with the team, who still hadn't moved from their spots. From the coaches room, Roy entered.

"Alright, who the fuck's left their car behind mine- oh, hi," He stopped when he saw (Y/N), nearly wearing the same outfit as he was. "And you are..."

"I'm (Y/N), Jamie's girlfriend," You explained.

"You're Jamie's girlfriend?" Roy questioned, eyebrows raising.

"Yep."

"As in Jamie Tartt?"

"Yes?" She was starting to become annoyed. "He better not be doing a poo, I told him I was parked behind some cars."

"Sorry, can we just go back to the part where you're dating Jamie Tartt?" Roy insisted, putting his arms on his hips.

Before she could reply Jamie walked back into the room. "Ready to go?"

"Yes, your friends are weird," She told him, turning and walking out of the room. Jamie watched her leave a big, stupid grin on his face. He turned back to his still bewildered group of friends and gave them a two fingered salute before spining around to run after you.

Roy and the team remained looking around at each other in disbelief. Finally Roy broke the silence.

"What the fuck was that?

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player1064 · 30 days

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accidentally outing themselves on live tv? dunno how or if anyone else at sky knows but it’s something they’d do providing some images from the carraville discord that we were talking about yesterday

god they WOULD end up accidentally outing themselves bc they already can't keep their hands to themselves imagine how much worse they would be.......... I shudder to think............

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“I’m here pitchside with Gary Neville –“

“—Carragher were meant to be joinin’ us, but he’s late getting up from London.”

“Yes, quite. I’m sure he’ll be arriving soon. In the meantime – Gary, what are your thoughts on United’s starting line-up tonight?”

Gary is nodding along to something Kelly is saying when his attention suddenly shifts to something off camera. He rolls his eyes as Jamie comes crashing in, bag slid halfway down his shoulders, seemingly unaware of the producer holding his earpiece who’s trying to get his attention.

“Sorry, love,” he says as he hurries up to Gary, immediately stepping into his personal space. He ducks his head down to press their lips together in a quick greeting before he continues, “there was a crash on the M6 or summat, a whole section of the road was closed off. Bloody nightmare, I’m tellin’ ya.”

As he talks, he doesn’t seem to notice Gary’s wide eyed stare, the blush rising in his cheeks, or Kelly clamping a hand to her mouth while her shoulders shake in laughter.

Gary tries his best to compose himself and turns to the camera with an expression caught between terror and amusement, and he says “well, now that Jamie’s very kindly provided us all with a traffic update I think it’s time for us to hear from our colleagues in the studio.” When the light of the camera turns off, he reaches out to give Jamie a slap round the back of the head and hisses “live television, James, how many years’ve you been doin’ this again?”

“Wha?” Jamie looks over, already surrounded by a small hoard of tech people and a make-up artists trying to get him camera ready as quickly as they can.

“Oh my God,” Gary mutters, pinching his brow. “Jamie, you dolt, you just kissed me in front of our live audience of what – a million people?”

“I never,” Jamie says with an offended glare, far too confident for someone who definitely fucking did.

“Oh my God,” Gary repeats. “You don’t believe me? Check your fucking phone.”

“You don’t even get Sky Sports in America, Philip, how have you already seen it?”

“Tray sent it to me, it’s all over Twitter.”

“Oh, well that’s just great then in’t it?” Gary huffs. At Jamie’s questioning look, he repeats “it’s all over Twitter, apparently.”

For a moment Jamie looks almost proud that he’s a trending topic, but he shuts his expression down when he sees Gary’s glare and turns back to his own phone call (“no, Ma, I –”)

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me, Gaz,” Philip whines down the phone. “I tell you everythin’”

“An’ I keep askin’ you not to tell me everythin’! Isn’t a man entitled to a little privacy?”

Group: STF Gang NO PARENTS > Jill: who had money on it being Jamie cos I’m pretty sure I’d said Gary > Roy: I think we all said Gary > Ian: statistically it was most likely to be Gary. > Ian: but Roy said it’d be while they’re covering a match so I think he wins it > Jill: :(((

(24 new messages)

Stevie G: > you’re trending on twitter what have you done now > NEVIlLE??? Carra have some self respect

J Redknapp: > you melt 😂 > everyone in the studio is running around panicking rn

MO: > did everyone know except me?? > you’re shite at texting I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend > I didn’t even know you liked men? > Gaz is nice though we should all go for drinks sometime

(57 new messages)

Scholesy: > twat why didnt u tell me > u was moaning about him just last week

Philip MU mob: > you hung up before I could say but proud of you Gaz!

Roy Keane MU mob: > does this mean we’re allowed to tease you two about it on camera now > here if you need anything > [image: a blurry, blank-faced selfie with a thumbs up]

BIG MEEKS: > you could do better 🙄😉

#made myself laugh writing roys texts tbh. im so obsessed with the fact that he just sends people selfies as a way to end the conversation #carraville #drabbles #also yes micah saved his own number into garys phone in this scenario. clearly.

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Locker Room Conversations II

In which there’s hurt and comfort and a bunch of awkward silences, and the writer satisfies her need for Jamie to be called up for England and for Roy to maybe say something nice to him once in a while.

“And I’ll se y’all after the break, yeah? Make sure you have some fun. And to Sam, Dani, Colin, Van Damme and Jamie – best of luck out there. Win or lose, I know you’ll make your countries and more importantly yourselves just as proud as we all already are of you.”

It’s a nice little speech, staying remarkably on tangent. Woops and applause follow, and that’s that for the last practice before a week of international break and world cup qualifiers.

“I’m so excited,” Dani exclaims, as if that wasn’t his natural state. “This is your first time too, right, Jamie?”

Jamie’s sprawled on the bench by his locker, too busy showing Cockburn something on his phone to bother getting changed. “Uh, yeah. Did the U-20 when I was nineteen, but nothing after that.”

“How come? I mean, you’re such a great player, you would think they would have called you up sooner!”

There’s a slight hush at that, starting hesitant and quickly edging closer to awkward. Dani’s smiles fades into faint bewilderment as his eyes wander from Jamie to the other players, none of which return his look.

The silence drags on for another moment, and then Roy turns from the board where he’s been writing down instructions (don’t forget cardio, don’t be an idiot, stick to your sleep schedule) for the players having a week off rather than going away to play for their countries.

“He wasn’t called up earlier because he was blacklisted for being a huge fucking prick.”

“… oh.” Dani doesn’t sound too surprised; more than anything he sounds downcast, as if reminded of an unfortunate fact he’d been happy to forget.

Perhaps it’s that rather than Roy’s pronouncement that has Jamie sit up straight on the bench. “Yeah, I wonder what trusted old England player they got that from.” He’s clearly trying for casual, unbothered, and he’s not entirely succesful.

Roy crosses his arms. Stares right back at Jamie without blinking. “Not going to fucking apologize for telling people who asked me that you were an absolute fucking nightmare to play with back when you fucking were.”

Jamie’s not good at hiding his emotions, and the full spectrum of them is there to be read on his face now: hurt warring with anger warring with resignation warring with embarrassment. He wants to bite back but struggles not to; knows that there’s truth to Roy’s once-assessment but still wants to defend himself or press for an admission that it isn’t true anymore. His mouth open, closes; he doesn’t speak but his face speaks volumes.

The room is quiet. Ted looks from Jamie to Roy to Jamie and back to Roy again. When Roy remains silent, remains unmoving, he shakes his head:

“You’re really not gonna tell him how you’ve spent weeks calling up all those same people to make sure they know how great he is now, huh?”

An exhalation at that, travelling through the room as tensions ease and shoulders drop.

Roy turns his head slowly to fix Ted with his coldest glare. “No. I wasn’t.”

Ted is unflinching. Too used to the Roy Kent Special Stare to be cowed by it now. “Well, you know, sometimes these things are better said out loud.”

Roy’s growl suggests that he absolutely does not fucking agree. He very pointedly does not meet Jaime’s eyes, studiously avoids seeing the grin slowly growing on the younger man’s face.

There’s only a hint of triumph there; mostly there’s just pleasure tinged with shyness. “Thanks, Coach.”

“Don’t fucking mention it.” As Jamie opens his mouth, Roy quickly raises his hand. “I mean it. Don’t mention it.”

And he stalks towards the door – but then he relents, pausing right next to Jamie, not looking at him as he offers in a voice suggesting he’s about to rip someone’s head off:

“I wouldn’t still be spending fucking hours of my free time every day training you if I didn’t think it was worth the fucking effort. Of course you should fucking play for England. They’d be idiots not to have you, and you’ll do fucking great.”

And he is gone.

The hush is easier this time, lighter.

“It’s interesting,” Jan Maas ventures eventually. “Even when he’s paying you a compliment, it sounds like he’s insulting you.”

“Yeah, well, if he had to say it and sound like he meant it, the grumpy old bastard would probably turn to stone or something.”

Jamie’s smile is a thing far too stunned and far too soft for it to seem like he means what he’s saying either.

#jamie tartt #roy kent #dani rojas #ted lasso #roy's continual struggle with expressing anything but rage #the point is that he keeps trying though!#also do not fact check the football stuff #just roll with it #locker room conversations #ficlet #my stuff

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oh-surprise-its-me · 7 months

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Roy/Jamie prompt: Jamie takes a hard fall while he's home alone on an off day. He crawls to his phone and manages to call Roy, who in turn calls emergency services as he rushes to Jamie. He kicks the door in and finds Jamie a bloody mess who's barely clinging to life. A terrified Roy begs Jamie to hand on and confesses that he can't live without him. With whatever strength Jamie has, he kisses Roy and says he's gonna try before he passes out. EMT's finally get there and rush Jamie to hospital. He busted his ribs really bad and it's touch and go for a bit but he pulls through. He and Roy gotta deal with their confessions and being undoubtedly in love with each other.

Heheh

When Jamie wakes up he knows he’s in the hospital. He can barely remember crashing down the stairs. But god does he remember kissing Roy.

He can’t fucking believe he did that.

Stupid stupid stupid.

His heart monitor spikes at the thought.

There’s a hand suddenly touching his cheek. “Hey come on. It’s okay. Look at me come on. Open those eyes.”

Jamie swears that’s Roy.

He turns and opens his eyes, the light is blinding at first. But Roy slowly comes into focus. “Oh fuck.”

Roy stares at him. “Pain? I’ll get a nurse hold on.” Jamie shoots a hand out, he’s not sure why but he can’t let Roy leave. Terrified that he’ll never come back. “No. Thought you’d never wanna see me again.”

Well. Jamie learns he’s apparently very truthful on good pain meds. Goddamn it.

Roy settles in the chair again, his hair is a wreak. Looks like he’s run his hands through it so many times. Jamie itches to touch it, he resists. Roy reaches out and holds Jamie’s hand.

“Let’s start over. Jamie, I love you, can’t live without you. That was undoubtedly the most terrifying thing I’ve ever walked into.”

Jamie thinks maybe he’s dead. This can’t be real.

“Love you too. Making that call to you was the only thing I could think of doing. Needed your voice.”

Roy gives him a soft smile. “Well then. Looks like we love each other. Wanna get married?”

Jamie stares at him, he pouts a little. He glances down at their hands. “I think you’re fucking with me. That’s mean. I’m too drugged for that.” Roy laughs. He leans forward and kisses their hands. “Yeah I’m fucking with you, we gotta go on at least three dates before we get married.”

Jamie smacks at Roy. His hand is caught and squeezed again. Roy leans closer and brushes the hair off of Jamie’s head, “can I kiss you?” Jamie breaks into a grin. “Abso-fucking-lutely I want multiple kisses.”

Roy presses a small kiss to Jamie’s lips, he lets out a whine to say he wants more. Roy raises an eyebrow but does it anyways. Jamie gets another kiss. Longer this time. Slower. Dirtier.

Jamie gently shoves Roy back and collapses against the pillows. “Shit we’re having sex as soon as I’m cleared.” Roy laughs he settles back in the chair, he’s holding Jamie’s hand again. “Anything you want baby.”

Jamie dusts off the mental list of things he wants to do with Roy Kent. “Wanna be held by you. Now.”

Roy sighs, but he does obey again. He slips into the side of the bed. Jamie tugs him up until he can lay with his back against Roy’s chest. “I’m gonna sleep now. Love you.”

Jamie starts to drift off but he feels Roy press a kiss to his head, “love you too.”

He hurts but goddamn is he happy.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #roy x jaime #roy kent x jamie tartt #thanks for the ask !!#I hope you like it!#mac writes ted lasso

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FIC - (Carraville, WIP)

[the gap between crack and thunder]

📖 Read the first two chapters here

Summary:

"No one wants to grow up and be a Gary Neville." -- Jamie Carragher (in real life) Also Jamie Carragher (in this story, eventually): - Gets unwillingly divorced = LOSES at marriage - Has a crisis re: divorce - Has a crisis re: his own 'Gary Neville's best mate' status - Accidentally has sex with his pundit/partner/best mate - Realises he might be more over his failed marriage than he thought - Realises he might want to keep having sex with his pundit/partner/best mate - Must figure out how to WIN his pundit/partner/bestmate/boyfriend Read this fic in progress to WATCH HIM WIN!!!

Here's a little preview!

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Jamie claps Gary around the shoulder and by the time they get to the set, Jamie’s ready and willing to play into the immediate ribbing session that Wrighty, Roy, and Jill throw his way. Jill asks if he was late because of his extra elocution lessons, and everyone laughs. She’s learning to get stuck in with the banter, is Jill.

Beckham’s in Jamie’s seat, next to Gary. So Jamie has to jokingly-not-jokingly tell him to move. Beckham, although annoying and a bit dim, is nothing if not amenable.

“No worries, my mistake,” he laughs, settling down at the end of the table between Jill and Roy. When Jamie sits, the seat’s still warm from Beckham’s bum. Ugh.

“That’s the special guest spot!” Gary beams at his old teammate. He pockets his phone, scooting his chair slightly closer to Jamie’s. “The camera angle’s better there, anyway.”

Wrighty jokes there are no bad camera angles on David Beckham. Everyone laughs. He is as annoyingly handsome as Jamie remembers. He’s got a few more tattoos maybe. Half of them are just the word ‘Victoria’ in different languages, or annoying platitudes like ‘Dream Big’ and ‘Be Unrealistic’.

“I told you!” Wrighty laughs, elbowing Roy. “I told you he’d say something!”

“It’s where I’m meant to sit! I’m the co-host!” Jamie says, trying to keep his voice from cracking up to falsetto.

“You are not!” Gary fires back, askance. “You’re one of our regular panellists, same as Wrighty and Roy and Jill.”

Jill grimaces thoughtfully. “I mean he’s a bit right, what with him always sittin’ next to you, Gary. And you’re a bit of a double-act these days, anyway. So it’s sort of a ‘co-host by association’ situation, I’d say.”

“Exactly!” Jamie throws his hands.

Roy leans in to Beckham, nodding with his arms crossed. “See, they’re a little precious over each other these days.”

Gary laughs along, ears gone pink. Beckham looks delighted, smiling at Gary and then Jamie in turn, with his stupid sparkling hazel eyes expertly centred beneath his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

Smiling, even though Jamie’s winning. What a knob.

Gary clears his throat. “We all ready, then?”

The director peers up over one of the cameras. “If everyone could just kind of angle their chairs a bit more towards David? A bit more there, Jamie. Yeah, even a little more— alright, that’s fine. Gary, whenever you’re ready.”

Gary sits up a little straighter, his face does the little smooth-over bit it does whenever he’s about to go on camera.

“Right,” he says, and they’re off.

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📖 Read Ch 1 and 2 here

#fic excerpt #carraville #this has been exceptionally FUN #WIP #the gap between crack and thunder

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altschmerzes · 6 months

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🌹🌹 Wriggle up maybe some of Jamie's trauma?

boy howdy there is so much of that to go around. salutes.

specific content warnings under the cut along with the clip. it's not particularly intense, but it's upsetting and emotional. from the part of the fic set between seasons 1 and 2 and re: roy's retirement. it's a bit of a...... well. a lot of a long clip but i think we've come to expect that from me at this point lmao.

content warnings for the scene: jamie is living alone with his father in manchester at this point and his internal state is... not good. there is some like. it's not exactly outright violence, but it's rough contact that jamie doesn't want, kind of mocking not-affection.

Jamie is alone in his room with the door closed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if he’ll be noticed or stopped if he tries to leave and just fuck about in the park for a few hours until it’s late enough to go to bed when he hears it. The segment transition music of his father’s favourite sports network is a distinctive and familiar sound, a regular feature of life that’s gone back and forth from Manchester to London and back again, staying the same even as most everything else changed. Half the time Jamie doesn’t even register it anymore, it just is. Today he does. Today he hears it because he’s paying attention to the flat, tracking the sounds on instinct. And because Jamie hears the segment transition noise, he hears what comes after it.

The segment hosts are talking about Richmond. They’re talking about Roy. Jamie closes his eyes and pulls at the front of his shirt, pinching the fabric idly between his thumb and forefinger and tugging. He hears press conference and major announcement and knee injury and something about those words, the combination of them, has Jamie pulling himself up off of his bed and out into the hallway. Every inch of him is exhausted all the way down to the core but he has to go, compelled for reasons he can’t explain to walk into the living room.

Standing in the doorway, Jamie watches over the back of the couch, over his father’s shoulder, as Roy appears on camera and starts talking. Starts crying. The words themselves are a blur, only a few coming through clearly as Jamie listens, sick to his stomach and struggling to breathe all the way in - team of doctors, continuing degeneration, announcing my retirement. Roy sits far away in London and speaks through tears through choppy inhales and shuddering exhales, and on the couch in front of Jamie in Manchester, James laughs.

Jamie’s father tips his chin up and laughs, his head tipping side to side, obviously tickled to bits by what’s happening on the screen. The press conference goes on, but it’s even harder to hear now through the sound of that laughter. It’s not loud - it’s amused chuckling and not full-belly guffaws, but it may as well be blasting on surround-sound speakers for all that Jamie can hear anything else past it.

“Oh, Jamie, lad, get a load of this shite,” James says. He’s noticed his son in the doorway, waving a hand over the back of the couch and gesturing at the screen. “My, what a shame. Roy bloody Kent, going out like this. Used to be a man, that one, and look at him now. Jesus wept.”

Frozen in the doorway of the room, Jamie stares at the television screen. Guilt rises in his throat, threatening to choke him, and brings with it a whole host of other things he can’t or doesn’t want to name. This is his fault. This is all his fault.

There’s a mobile in Jamie’s hoodie pocket, and a note in the bottom of his schoolbag with a phone number on it. His fingertips itch to go and find it, to text Ted Lasso and tell him that he didn’t mean for what happened to happen. Maybe if Jamie begs him to, Ted will tell Roy that Jamie is sorry, that he’s so sorry, so fucking sorry. But he doesn’t. He can’t.

Turning and looking over his shoulder, James must see something in Jamie’s face that he hadn’t been able to hide - not that he was thinking clearly enough to try just at the moment. When he speaks, James’s voice has climbed into a mocking register, pitchy and singsonging with ridicule.

“Aw, what, is wee little Junior gonna get all weepy about that sad old has-been?” A sharp snort of laughter punctuates a rhetorical question that drips with casual, habitual scorn. “Hey, I mean, at least he was something. More than you can say.”

Beyond the thick and shuddering mass of emotion already packing Jamie’s chest too bursting there’s no room for anything more. The insulting reference to his own injury, the one that had ended his career before it began, doesn’t even make his surgically repaired knee throb with phantom pain the way it usually would have done. Jamie just keeps staring at the telly, watching Beard join Roy on-screen to field questions from reporters, ignoring his dad entirely.

Even fixed as he is on the programme, though, Jamie can’t help but track the man’s movements when he rises. James moves in his peripheral vision, always the most important thing to watch in any room, walking towards the hall and directly by Jamie. As he walks past, he reaches out and scuffs his hand through his son’s hair. It’s rough and abrupt, a mockery of affection that knocks Jamie off-balance and into the wall. There’s only the faintest echo of almost-pain but the adrenaline it spikes down his spine is as if he’s been shot all the same.

Once James is gone, Jamie doesn’t move. He knows that he should, that he should go back to his room or leave the house or do anything else, but he can’t. All he can do is stand there with his heart thudding hard in his chest and the crushing sense that he is all alone in the world and he fucking deserves it suffocating from the inside out while he stares at Roy’s face on the telly and wonders what the fuck is wrong with him.

#gav gab #gav answers #gd this is so rough. buddy it is going to be okay i promise.#writing liveblog #i always worry about sharing the more upsetting bits when people ask for clips bc i like #don't wanna just spring the bummer shit on anyone #but boy. Boy.#it's some of my favourite parts paradoxically #the feelings of it all etc #fic: wriggle up on dry land #ask box games #abuse cw

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just a short little Thanksgiving blurb for all my American girlies 🥰🦃

ours

You force yourself back to the present, where your twelve year-old cousin is updating you on the latest middle school drama.

“…and that’s why boys named Max are a red flag, but dogs named Max are not,” she concludes.

You giggle and nod appropriately, taking a sip from your drink. The house is filled with the entire family this Thanksgiving and while it’s pleasantly crowded, it still feels like a part of you is missing.

Your phone is securely in your bag, a tactic to try to keep yourself from replaying highlights from the England match from the previous weekend. Every other WAG got to go support their man, but you were stuck in America with pre-Thanksgiving work. Thanksgiving has only been going on for twenty minutes, and you’re ready to call it and go home.

International dating is hard.

Your mom can tell, so she’s been giving you tasks to do all day. She must’ve told your grandma or maybe she’s just incredibly observant, because she’s picked up the mantle as well and neither of them give you enough time to be alone with your thoughts.

It’s nice of them, except now the family’s here and everyone’s asking about your boyfriend. They don’t care that he’s a footballer (in the best way) and they’re all excited for you, but you wish he were here.

Maybe you can sneak upstairs and call him.

You do some quick math and realize he should be asleep so you sigh and ask your cousin if she wants to come with you to steal macaroni and cheese.

She smiles and says, “Yes, duh.”

“It’s going to be tricky,” you warn. “My mom and your mom are going to be on the lookout.”

“I bet Grandpa will sneak us some,” she reminds you. Oh yes, Grandpa would do anything for his granddaughters.

You grab her hand and weave through aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, cousins and a few other relatives. You’re pretty sure this is the biggest Thanksgiving you’ve ever had.

You and your cousin successfully get your hands on two bowls of mac and cheese, and slip away to an unoccupied corner to eat it.

You’re smiling and not thinking about Jamie at all. This is your favorite cousin, the one who’s eleven years younger than you, but you two have been doing dumb shit together since she could talk.

You’re almost done when someone slides into your space, pressing their arm against yours. Your cousin’s eyes widen as she looks at you and you turn, expecting to see an aunt or god-forbid one of your snitch brothers.

Instead, you’re met with blue eyes and a familiar smile.

You choke on your last bite of food as you launch yourself into Jamie’s arms.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, refusing to let go of him. “You have a match this weekend.”

He shrugs, still smiling. “Ah, you know, gotta be culturally sensitive with my American girlfriend, babe. Milestones and all that.”

You raise an eyebrow. There’s no way Roy let him go with that excuse.

“Or I might have injured meself at the match last week and am out of training for two weeks,” Jamie says.

“You’re hurt?” you exclaim. “Why didn’t you call me? Should you have been on a plane? What happened?”

You’ve inadvertently tightened your grip around Jamie’s neck, so he reaches up to remove your hands, still keeping them in his. He lifts them up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I’m fine. Just my ankle. But I figured, who not come surprise ya?”

“Does my mom know you’re here?”

Jamie’s grin turns cocky. “Called your mum and dad three days ago. I’m staying in their guest room, ain’t I? Got in this morning before you lot showed up.”

Your cousin has been watching this scene a little open-mouthed the whole time. “I wish my boyfriend would do that for me,” she murmurs.

Your head snaps over to her. “Your what,” you say to her and she holds her hands up defensively.

“Oh look it’s your English boyfriend who flew all the way to America for Thanksgiving, why don’t you kiss him some more?” she deflects, and Jamie shoots her a wink and tilts your face up for a kiss so your cousin can get away.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you tell him. “Oh my gosh, we’re going to have the BEST time. Get ready to have your mind blown, little British boy.”

“Anything for you, Miss America,” he teases. “Just don’t make me try those mushroom things I saw, looked fucking awful, that.”

You pull a shocked face. “Oh but it’s tradition. Everyone has to suffer through my uncle Darren’s gross stuffed mushrooms at least once. And since you’re new here…” you trail off.

Jamie grimaces while you giggle and run a hand through his hair. God, you can’t believe he’s here and while you aren’t thrilled he’s injured, maybe it’s not such a bad thing.

“C’mon,” you say, tugging him to the kitchen. “I want to go yell at mom and dad for not telling me you were coming.”

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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casspurrjoybell-26 · 7 months

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The Contract - Chapter 39

*Warning: Adult Content*

- Evan -

Donovan parks the car and turns the engine off.

Breakfast/lunch had been better than I expected but I had to leave early due to an interview that I had to do with the rest of my castmates, for the fans.

"Thanks for driving me but really, I could've just driven myself," I say, unbuckling my belt.

Donovan had driven me all the way here, despite saying he wasn't busy, I knew he was because his phone had been going off every few minutes with calls and texts but even knowing that, he wanted to drive me.

It's strange to think I used to be intimidated by this man a few months ago.

"Just humor me, it keeps me out of the office," he says, smiling handsomely at me.

Donovan leans over and kisses me, with his hand on the back of my head, his lips touch mine gently in a swift motion, then he pulled away just as swiftly.

My face feels hot and I know I'll never get used to that, to just kissing him.

"What was that for?" I ask, laughing nervously.

"Thanks," he simply says, making me look at him confused. "I know I pushed that on you out of the blue but you met Emily and Jamie anyways, it's not how I wanted to introduce you to them but in my line of work, it's better to get this out of the way now, rather than later."

I sit back in my seat and sigh, rubbing my face with my right hand.

"Well, it shocked me."

I look at Donovan, seeing him stoic.

"I had no idea you had a son, you look exactly like him, I still can't believe, that you're a dad."

Seeing Donovan's face shift, I know it must've been hard for him too, after the lengths he went to just to hide them from the public.

Since we're sharing, I should tell him about my mom...

I wanted to keep Donovan out of my mess but he has a point, I might as well tell him now, encase she shows up one day and demands money or worse, makes a scene.

"I know who broke into my apartment."

"Who?" he asks, his eyes hard and his jaw clenched.

Sighing, I look out the window and stare at the building in front of me, where I need to be in ten minutes.

"My mom's new husband, Roy," I laugh bitterly. "He happens to have two lovely daughters, who got the address from my mom. Turns out they told her they were dropping by to say 'hello' instead they rob me, ate my food and slept in my bed," I cringe, thinking of all the ways I can burn the sheets and everything they touched.

I look at Donovan and smile, seeing his face annoyed.

"If you thought you're family was fucked up, you clearly haven't met mine."

Donovan doesn't say anything but grabs his keys from the ignition and unhooks a key that was attached to the car keychain, then hands it to me.

"You're not going back there Evan, my place has plenty of space and spare bedrooms," he says, making me blink at the key in my hand. "I'll sort out your apartment for you, don't worry about it."

"I can't just move in with you, Donovan."

"Why not?"

Does he really not see what this looks like?

I can't just move in with him, it's... crazy, just crazy and he doesn't even know why.

"I'm rarely there Evan, you can have your own room to use whenever you want to, that is unless you want to sleep with me in my bed," he says, a ghost smile on his lips.

"You're such a pervert," I scoff. "Do you ever stop thinking about sex?"

"When it involves you, never," he bluntly says, making me laugh.

"I'll make the arrangements, just say the word and everything will be done by the time your interview is over."

"This is crazy," I laugh. "You really want me to live with you?" I ask, looking into his eyes.

Serious, Donovan pulls me to him and kisses my roughly on the lips by force, surprising me with wide eyes as I try to kiss him back but his dominant mouth over dominates me.

His tongue enters my mouth forcefully making me whimper out and hold onto his arm for support as he smacks his lips against mine, in a heated passionate kiss, making my legs feel weak as the scent of his cologne invades my nose, making me moan and practically drool.

"Live with me," he mutters against my lips, as his teeth bite my bottom lip, his eyes never leaving mine, cold and grey, holding me prisoner in his grasp as I pant from the assault of his intoxicating kiss.

Fuck, how is he so good at that?

How is he so sexy, despite how forceful he is?

I want more, so much more, that my cock starts to swell in my pants, making it unbearable and impossible to hide as his large hand grabs my erection over my jeans.

It feels as if butterflies are fluttering in my stomach.

"You're hard," he whispers huskily against my lips, making me shiver. "Say yes and I'll help you out with that," he offers, making me swallow hard as I feel myself grow harder... if it was even possible.

Fucking hell, I should be inside that building, right now but all I want is for Donovan to touch me, have his large hands wrapped around my cock, his lips.... fuck, I want him right now, there's no way I can leave this car without something.

"Okay, f-fine," I resign, swallowing the dry lump in my throat. "Please."

Donovan's hands unbutton my pants and his intimidating eyes never leave mine, swirling with amusement as he frees my hard erection from my pants and grabs it in his hand, making me feel as if I was hit by a gush of cold wind.

Moving back, Donovan's hand starts to painfully stroke me, making me groan out as he lowers his head to my lap, surprising me as I hover my hands over his head with my eyes closed tightly as his hot wet mouth wraps around the tip of my cock.

There are simply no words that come to mind with what I'm feeling, all I can think of is how warm his mouth feels, how wet his tongue is, wrapping around my erection and how turned on I am right now.

He's barely touched me and I feel like I'm going to cum, his mouth feels way too good and just looking at him swallowing my cock effortlessly makes me want to cry out in pleasure.

Donovan starts sucking me off making my eyes roll back at how fucking good it felt, I couldn't think, only feeling my orgasm rise as I start panting heavily, trying to push him off me.

"P-Please, I'm gonna..." I groan, biting my lip and closing my eyes as Donovan doesn't stop. "Fuck..." I hiss, as the sound of Donovan's wet mouth throating my cock sends me over the edge.

I see stars when I cum in his throat, gripping his hair tightly with my eyes clenched shut, I feel my hot release shoot down his throat with every passing second, making me moan out loudly as the sound of Donovan's satisfied moan sends shivers over my skin.

Opening my eyes, Donovan pulls back, his thumb going to the corner of his mouth as he slips the remaining cum into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine, like a wild animal that was just fed, he smirks.

What the fuck... where the hell did he learn how to do that?

And do it so well.

He just swallowed everything, without breaking a sweat, whilst I feel like I'm about to pass out from how good it felt and how hard I came in his mouth.

Disorientated and still riding my high, I pull up my pants and button up my jeans, my hands still shaking from the aftermath of what just happened.

"You're going to be late," Donovan says, coming closer, making my toes clench in anticipation but he doesn't kiss me, no.. he says something that makes my heart jump. "I'll see you at home, babe."

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Whumptober 2023

Strike for Love, Strike for Fear, There's Beauty and There's Danger Here

Day 5 Prompt:

"You better pray I don't get up this time around"

Debris| Pinned Down | It's Broken

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Jamie pushes Phoebe out of the way of a falling tree branch.

One moment, Roy is standing on Ruth's back patio, holding steaming mugs of hot chocolate in each hand, filled with the marshmallows Phoebe insisted on, ready to call Phoebe and Jamie in from the snowman they've spent the last hour building, and the next, he hears a sickening crack of ice snapping and Jamie screaming Phoebe's name followed by Phoebe screaming Jamie's.

He drops the mugs, chocolate melting the snow as tiny pastel colored marshmallows run through the river of chocolate at his feet, as Ruth runs past him, where he's frozen in place.

He shakes something loose in his head before moving forward, as quickly as he can, cursing his knee for that not being quick enough.

It's obvious, almost immediately, what had happened, and Roy's heart stutters at it.

Jamie had pushed Phoebe out of the way, and now he was really, probably, severely hurt. And it would have been Phoebe.

Phoebe is sobbing in Ruth's arms, a long gash running down her cheek, bleeding freely, from where part of the heavy branch had still struck her face. "It was going to fall on me, and Uncle Jamie..."

Phoebe breaks off with continued sobs.

He and Ruth both look at where Jamie is lying prone, his legs completely pinned beneath the branch, his head lolling, concerningly to the side.

He looks up, blinking dazedly at Roy, "Pheebs okay?"

"She's got a scratch, you muppet," Roy says as he kneels down next to Jamie. "You're the one you should be worried about."

"Just hurts," Jamie slurs, still blinking rapidly. "Hurts a lot."

"Yeah," Roy agrees, because he's sure it does, as he rests a hand on Jamie's shoulder. "You've got to stay with me here. No passing out until the professionals get here."

Jamie nods. "I'll do me best."

And that's really all Roy can ask.

Ruth looks down at them as she pulls her phone out of her pocket to call 999. "Roy, whatever you do, do not try to move the branch off of him."

Roy nods. He knows better. He's heard too many stories from Ruth about that instruction not being followed, and the last thing he wants is to make this even worse for Jamie.

It's an agonizing wait for the EMTs, who make Roy stay out of the way as they assess the best way to get Jamie freed without exacerbating any injuries he'd sustained, followed by an agonizing wait in the hospital's waiting room while they examine Jamie.

Roy couldn't be more relieved when he's at Jamie's bedside, hours later, with the news that, while Jamie was scratched and bruised to all hell, the worst of it was a broken left leg, and, by some miracle, it was a clean break, no surgery or pins or screws needed. Just a plaster cast that Roy bets will be signed by the whole team by the end of tomorrow.

It could have been so much worse. He could have ended his career, saving Phoebe from a fucking falling tree branch, and he knows Jamie wasn't thinking about that at all. Hadn't thought twice about it. Just fucking did it.

God, he loves Jamie.

Jamie seems to know what he's thinking, "Yeah, it would have been shit if I couldn't play, but it was, Pheebs, mate."

He says like that's all that matters.

"Family, innit?" Jamie says.

And, maybe, it is.

#Roy x Jamie #Jamie and Phoebe #Hurt Jamie Tartt #Whumptober 2023

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nadja-antipaxos · 1 year

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nine - mirrorball

Previously - Eight || Masterlist || Next - Ten

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: kissing, cuddling, making out, oral sex (male receiving), swearing, mention of panic attacks

Note: We have one more chapter left! This chapter takes place between 2x11-2x12

Word Count: 4,160

It’s almost Sharon’s last day and Ted is all abuzz with her perfect farewell gift. Priyala has seen the team perform “Bye Bye Bye” three times. She wonders if Jamie ever had a boy band workshop because he’s alarmingly good. She came by to drop off lunch for Ted and has stayed much longer than she thought.

“You’re all brilliant. She’s gonna love it. Now, I really really have to go.”

“See you at dinner?” Ted asks touching her shoulder.

“Yeah. I hope it doesn’t end up in the paper.” Priyala shakes her head.

Isaac steps forward with a stern look on his face.

“If you and Coach need us to go after those bloody photographers—”

“I don’t want you to incriminate yourselves, gents. But I appreciate the thought.” She smiles and walks off with a wave. The breeze ruffles her tailored yellow coat. She pulls it tighter accentuating her curves. Ted looks over at the team to see most of them still have their eyes on her. He exchanges a look with the coaches.

“Respectfully, gaffer,” Jamie scratches the back of his neck,” your girl’s got back.”

There’s a murmur from the team. Ted feels the warmth in his face. Jamie has never been shy about being attracted to Priyala and he’s not a threat, but Ted’s not sure how to proceed. He knows when he tells her about it she’s going to take the compliment.

“I’m guessing you mean her figure a la Sir-Mix-A-Lot and not her spine?” Ted raises his eyebrows.

“She is a beautiful woman and our coach is a lucky man.” Sam’s voice is pleasant and clearly trying to clear the awkwardness.

“Whistle! Whistle! All right! That’s enough fucking about. Let’s run it again!” Roy barks.

Since Sharon tried to pull an Irish Exit, Ted takes her out for a goodbye drink and can’t make dinner with Priyala. He promises to call after he’s done, but it’s late enough she falls asleep on her sofa to reruns of A Bit of Fry and Laurie. The vibrating of her phone on the table wakes her up.

“You’re lucky I’m such a cool girlfriend.” She yawns.

“Um, yeah, sorry this is so late, Pri.” Ted clears his throat.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She sits up and tucks her black hair behind her ear.

“I know it’s late and the girls are with their dad—but can you come over? Please?”

“Yeah. I’m right there.” Priyala stands up.

When she enters his apartment, Ted hands her the phone. Her body stiffens as she reads his conversation with Trent Crimm. She gives him his phone back with trembling hands.

“Okay, Shelley is fucking dead. I’m gonna march over to his place. Murder him with my fucking bare hands and I’ll fucking get away with it cause all I watched in college was Law and Order.” She rushes out of the living room to the door, but Ted steps in front of her.

“Baby, you’re not committin’ any felonies for me.”

“At least let me egg his house or spit on him or—or something—after all, you did for him this asshole thinks he can just sell your secrets to the highest bidder? And fuck Trent Crimm for writing it. Does that hipster fuck ride a bike? I’m gonna destroy it.” She’s shaking with fury and tears burn in her dark eyes. “I’m gonna call my grandma and get a curse to put on both of them. Use whatever evil eye killed her curry plant.”

“Shh, don’t cry, Pencils, don’t cry.” Ted cups her face in his hands.

“N-No, I’m mad. My stupid eyes get all weepy when I’m pissed which makes it fucking awful for fighting.”

Ted presses a kiss to her black hair and wraps his arms around her waist.

“Hey, nobody talks about my girl like that—even my girl.”

“I like being your girl.” She sighs.

He pulls her closer just wanting to feel her hold him. She squeezes him tight and he lets out the breath he’d been holding. He breathes in her perfume and focuses on the wonderful woman in his arms. Even though he won’t let her act on any of her violent urges, he appreciates how fiercely protective she is. He remembers at their first dinner she threatened to beat up all of London for calling him a wanker. He tilts her chin up and kisses her.

“Ted, you’re upset. I don’t know—I don’t wanna take advantage of—“

“You’re not, sweetheart. I just wanna kiss my girlfriend, okay?”

“Okay.” She relaxes in his hold and lets his mouth move with hers.

Priyala slips her hand through his amazing brown hair and he sighs at the feeling of her nails scraping the back of his neck. They rarely have any time alone with her kids and both juggling work. His hand wanders to the small of her back before squeezing her ass. She gasps and he glides his tongue into her mouth. The guys weren’t wrong. Her curves are amazing but he’s the only one who gets to touch them. She moans at the way his large hands move into the back pockets of her jeans.

“I think you’re an ass man, Ted Lasso.”

He growls low in his throat and pushes her against the wall. She looks at him, stunned.

“What about slow?”

“Can we go a bit faster?”

“God, yes. You’ve tortured me with those tight little khakis.”

He chuckles and lifts her off the ground. “Couch? Bed?”

“Bed.” Her hand grazes his belt buckle making him all but sprint to the bedroom.

He sets her down on the mattress and moves on top of her. She’s breathing heavy and smiling at him. His mouth finds hers and she rocks her hips against the growing hardness on his thigh. He moans her name so she does it again. He grips her ass and grinds down into her denim-clad core. They stay like that for a while just kissing and lazily grinding against each other. He feels like a teenager fumbling around in his bedroom. He doesn’t know where to start.

To his surprise, she pushes him back into the mattress and straddles him. His brown eyes grow wide as his breathing hitches. Her hand moves from his neck to his chest when she realizes how much he likes her on top of him. She tugs the ends of his sweater over his head and makes quick work of his button-down and rips it open. She nearly squeals at the sight of all the thick chest hair decorating his body down to his stomach. He’s a man. She licks his neck and hears him groan under her.

“You like that, don’t you, Ted?”

“Y-Yeah.”

She places wet open-mouthed kisses down his body and sees the way his mouth hangs open and his cheeks flush.

“Ohh, god, baby.”

“This okay?” Her teeth graze his chest.

“Y-Yes. Yes.” He nods repeatedly.

She moves down his body realizing what she wants to do.

“Edge of the bed.” She gets up while Ted moves unsure of where this is going. She removes her shoes and then his.

“What are you—“ The question dies in his throat as she unclasps his belt buckle. She tugs his pants down and sees the sizable tent in his boxer briefs. He watches, stunned as she slips his underwear further down freeing him.

“Ted. I mean, I thought I had an idea from the khakis but fuck…”

“W-What?”

“I definitely cannot fit all of that in my mouth.” She smirks devilishly and he groans at the idea. “But god I wanna try. Can I?”

“Yes, Pri, please.” He gulps.

She drops to her knees and it’s a beautiful sight. He wishes he could memorize it.

She takes him in her mouth and he shudders. Her hand takes hold of what doesn’t fit and she starts stroking him in time with her tongue. It’s been a while since someone’s done this, but this might be the best he’s ever had. She knows exactly what she’s doing and listens to all his little noises. He can’t think of anything besides her hot, wet mouth and smooth hand. His hand grips her hair and he shakes from keeping his hips still.

“It’s okay, Ted.”

He looks down at her and she nods. He bucks into her mouth and she moans around him. His fists the duvet.

“Oh, darlin’.” He throws his head back. “You’re s-so good. Don’t stop.”

She moans again and his grip tightens. Her tongue is heaven. Every once in a while she flashes him those dark eyes and he sinks further into the mattress. Lewd sounds fill the room while his heart pounds in his ears. He’s putty in her hands and she loves it.

“P-Pri, I’m can’t—I’m gonna—”

She ignores the warning and speeds up her ministrations. He can’t stop it. It’s building and building. His heart banging against his ribs as she takes him higher and higher.

“Oh! Ohh!” He comes with a shout and spills into her fantastic mouth. He’s absolutely winded and can’t move. She crawls up to him and licks her lips, resting her head on her hand to watch him. It takes him a few minutes to recover and he can remember how thoughts work. He looks gorgeous panting and flushed with messy hair. The sweat on his forehead and the vein throbbing in his neck.

“You okay?” She’s smirking. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Baby, you can do that any time you like.” He pants.

She just winks at him. He leans over and kisses her full on the mouth. She chuckles and rolls off the bed.

“I’m gonna a shower.”

“Okay.”

“Can I borrow something to sleep in?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Take whatever you want from the dresser.”

“You okay with me using your shampoo?”

“Pri, after what you just did, you can use anything you want.”

“You’re that easy, Ted?”

“No, you’re just that good.”

She rolls her eyes and wanders off to his bathroom.

Ted struggles to get up. He changes his clothes and decides to make Rebecca’s biscuits. He looks at the clock. It’s already 1am and even as gifted as Priyala is, Ted won’t be able to sleep for a while. He moves about the kitchen on muscle memory. He’s made these biscuits so many times. His mind is not on what he’s baking. It’s flooded with the fact everyone can read that he lied…about his mental health. Everyone will know something that only those close to him know. And without his consent. Because of someone he trusted. This is such a mess. He should be thinking about his amazing girl who is currently in his shower and that mouth of hers. He nearly drops the baking pan when he takes it out of the oven. He’s all over the place.

“Hey.” Priyala’s voice is soft as she walks in.

Her long black hair is wet and pushed to one side. He recognizes his KC BBQ Joe Arthur Gate Stack t-shirt clinging to her chest. On her petite frame, it hits her upper thigh. His eye continues down on their journey to a shapely killer pair of legs. He’s never seen them before. His tired, wired mind thinks back. No, he’s always seen her legs covered. He lets out a low whistle making her giggle.

“Honey, those are the finest pair of legs I’ve ever seen. I’m a little hurt I haven’t met them before.

“Ted, we met in winter.”

"Excuses excuses.” His eyes are glued to her legs. “Turn around for me, darlin’.”

She rolls her eyes, but spins slowly on his kitchen floor. His boxer briefs leave nothing to the imagination as they hug her curves. The image of her bent over his couch flashes in his mind. What would she sound like? He clears his throat trying to get a hold of himself.

“Summer’s coming. I promise I wear a lot of skirts and shorts.”

“Can’t wait.”

“You still baking?”

“Just gotta put them in the box.”

“Good cause your bed looks comfortable and it’s our first kinda planned sleepover.”

“You get in that bed and I’ll be right there.”

Ted finds her in the doorway when he’s done.

“It’s not booby-trapped.”

“I, uh, just didn’t know what side you like.”

He tucks his chin on her shoulder and kisses her neck while his hands roam down her sides. She bites her lip and tips her head up. Seeing her in his clothes sets off something primal inside him. He knows they’re both tired, but part of him really wants to stay up.

“Doesn’t matter to me. I just wanna touch those legs.”

“Leg and ass man.”

His hand cups the ample, soft flesh of her ass. She inhales sharply.

“Jamie said you got back.”

“Did he?”

“Mhmm. He has no idea and he’s never gonna find out.” His touch feels so good. She wants it elsewhere, but it’s so late.

“Ted, don’t wind me up. We gotta sleep.” She wants so badly to grind back into him and struggles to be responsible.

“Sorry, sweetheart. You just look so good. You’re what Roy Orbison sang about.”

“Thank you for calling me pretty, but I mean it, bedtime.” She wiggles away from his hold and gets in bed. He slips in next to her and shuts off the light.

“Thank you, Pri. For being here.” It would be so much worse if he was alone.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” She kisses the end of his nose.

Her small hands run through his hair and his eyes suddenly feel heavy.

The alarm blares suddenly and Ted feels like he didn’t sleep at all. He could’ve sworn he just closed his eyes. It feels like he’s been hit by a freight train. A sinking feeling overtakes him until he sees the sleeping form next to him. He shuts off the alarm, but her stunning dark eyes are already open.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He kisses her palm as it caresses his cheek. “Can we stay here?”

“I wish we could, baby. I really do.” She cards a hand through his hair making him sigh.

“What if I tell the team that you’re in my bed in my clothes? I think they’ll understand.”

Priyala just stares at him and he shakes his head.

“I know. I know.”

She snuggles up to his side. It’s his first morning with her in bed as a couple and he can’t even enjoy it. He pulls her closer and rolls to face her.

“It sucks a lot right now but it’s not always gonna be like this.”

“Feels pretty heavy at the moment. Really called everyone’s bluff taking this job. Maybe I should’ve—“

“Hush, my dear. When you get down on yourself, just remember me going down on you, okay? I don’t do that for just anyone.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

He laughs while his face burns hot. He’s never gonna forget that as long as he lives. Priyala kisses him gently. There’s so much care and softness in her kiss it takes makes Ted’s head spin. She’s really in his corner and he’d forgotten what that felt like. He sets his head on her chest and she plays with his soft hair. She wishes she could make all this disappear. He’s the last person that deserves it. Why couldn’t Rebecca’s shitty ex get the expose treatment? From what she’s heard he’s an absolute piece of shit.

“Remember what Taylor Swift says.”

“Haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate. Shake it off. Shake it off?”

“Yes, but also don’t you worry your pretty little mind people throw rocks at things that shine.” She kisses him on the cheek. “And you shine really bright, Ted Lasso.”

“Speak Now is really an underrated album she wrote all by herself.”

“In Taylor we trust.”

Ted wants to say something that’s filling him up inside, but he stays quiet. He doesn’t want to spook her. Instead, he relaxes in her arms for just a little bit longer. She kisses the top of his head and prays to whoever might be listening that he finds some peace soon.

Priyala leaves soon before 6 am because she wants to avoid any “morning after” pictures even though they didn’t have sex. Ted agrees because it’s the last kind of photo he wants to talk to Michelle and Henry about.

When Ted sees the photographers crowded on his doorstep, he’s glad she isn’t here for it. He doesn’t know she’s swarmed on the street in her neighborhood. She went for a walk and they followed her back to her door.

“Priyala! Miss Kumari! Care to comment on your boyfriend’s mental health?”

“No comment.”

“Did you know about Coach Lasso’s panic attack?”

“No comment.”

“Should he resign and give control to a more stable person?”

“What did you just say?” She turns around.

“I mean because he’s already dealing with so much stress. It might be better—“

“You are not suggesting that Ted can’t coach because of this.”

“Fans on Twitter are concerned after—-“

“Honestly, what year is it?”

“There’s—"

“Here’s my comment: Get fucked. You, Twitter, and anyone who thinks Ted isn’t a good coach because he has anxiety—which tons of people have.” She huffs and puts her key in the lock.

It only takes a half-hour before the video is online.

Stand By Your Man: Priyala Kumari Tells Reporter to Get F****** When Questioning Lasso’s Mental Health

Her phone lights up.

Anu (11:11 am)

You are amazing. Lemme know if you punch any paps.

Rebecca (11:11 am)

Good on you.

Keeley (11:12 am)

You absolute fucking QUEEN!

Ted (11:12 am)

Tickled pink as the Pink Panther to be your man.

Coach ?? Beard (11:17 am)

Got the shovel ready for Nate. Keep me posted.

Priyala has to attend parent-teacher conferences, so she isn’t able to see Ted until the day of the game. Ted offers tickets to Rushil who joins the usual box. Diya sees Nate walk onto the pitch and clenches her fist. Jaya leans over.

“Remember. Mummy said he’s not worth our time.”

It’s a tense game since it’s the last chance for Richmond to get promoted. It’s everything they worked for and the first half does not go well. For a sport she previously did not care about, it’s the most tense Priyala has been in ages. Sam scores a goal and Jamie gets a penalty kick. Jaya grabs her left hand and Diya grabs her right. They all hold their breath as Jamie gives the kick to Dani. Priyala can hear her blood pounding in her ears. Dani makes the goal like the fucking ace he is and the pitch roars. They did it! The girls clutch Priyala’s waist before jumping up and down with Higgins, Keeley, and Rebecca. The team is going wild and so are the coaches…except for Nate. He rushes off and Priyala sees the girls cheering with Rushil. He looks at her.

“I’ll be right back. Please keep an eye on them.”

“Yeah. Of course.”

She rushes down the stairs and to the locker room. She sees Nate walking out to the parking lot and follows him.

“Nate the Great! Congrats on the win, coach.”

“Oh, thanks, Priyala.” He keeps moving.

“You know from how you look you’d think we’d lost.” That stops him in his tracks and causes him to turn around.

“Hm?”

“Ted is such a fan of the high road. But you and me know the road isn’t so smooth when you’re not a white man, right?”

“I don’t follow.”

“Really? Okay. So, Man City game—” Priyala stalks closer to him.

“Match.” He has the gall to correct her even now. So she keeps moving forward.

“Mmm. Right. Match. Ted tells you, Roy, Beard, and Higgins about his panic attacks and anxiety. Just you four. And me. And his therapist.”

“And?”

“Honey, I’m pretty but I’m not dumb.”

“N-Never said you were.”

“Beard is Ted’s closest friend who went halfway around the world to work with him, so he’s out. Higgins stress barfs at the idea of secrets. Roy fucking hates the press. And It’d be illegal for his therapist to spill. That leaves…” She takes a final step. He steps back with a lot of anger in his eyes like a cornered animal. He doesn’t want to admit he’s been caught.

“What about you?”

Priyala chuckles.

“What about me? Let’s see. I’m already semi famous and I hate football. No one ever reaches out to me about that. So, it all comes back to you. Nate the Great, the wonderdick.” Her eyes widen at her take on his nickname. Nate is stunned. She dusts off his shoulders and fixes his hair.

“If you ever get the urge to sell Ted’s personal life to the press again, remember this: I’m a short Indian woman from Boston. Don’t fuck with me, my kids, or my man.”

He stares at her with wide eyes, paralyzed.

“That includes shady paparazzi photos, okay?”

He gulps.

"I don't--"

"No more lies. I know you tipped them off."

She fixes his tie (maybe a little too tight) and struts off back to the locker room. A rousing chorus of “We’re Richmond Till We Die” hits her ears. She laughs and makes her way to Ted in his office.

“Congratulations!” She smiles.

His eyebrows are knitted together and his brown eyes look downcast. Not at all what she was expecting. She slips her arms around his waist. He points to the torn “Believe” sign on his desk. She tilts his chin up making them lock eyes.

“Don’t late Nate steal your joy. You worked too hard for it.”

He lets out a noise that’s not quite a laugh or a scoff. She turns him by the shoulders to face the joyous locker room.

“Look how happy everyone is. Because of your leadership and guidance.You built that.”

His eyes flicker from them back down to her with pure adoration.

“You trying to be my Fonzworth Bentley?”

She looks up at him, blinking.

“Diddy’s hype man when he was Puff?”

“Oh. I wanna be JLo in the sexy dress.”

“Even better. We all know you got the butt for it.”

She nudges his side with her hips and he playfully swats her ass with his hand. She raises her eyebrows. He smiles very pleased with himself. She tugs his collar.

“I can I kiss you now?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He dips down and she lifts up on her tiptoes to press her lips on his. He cradles the back of her head with his hand as their lips meet with more fervor. He knows win or lose he would’ve had her support, but the win makes it a little sweeter. They hear high pitched squeals and break apart.

Diya and Jaya run towards them yelling, “We’re Richmond till we die!”

“It’s my favorite fans!” Ted crouches down and high fives them both.

“Congratulations, Coach!” Diya jumps up and down.

“Daddy had to leave. Rebecca told us to come down here.” Jaya explains and looks at her mother.

“I hope someone walked you down.” Priyala’s annoyed her husband couldn’t watch them on his own for twenty minutes.

“Rebecca did.” Jaya nods.

Ted lifts up Diya and she giggles.

“You did it!”

“We did it.”

She looks down from her spot on his hip and sees the sign.

“Oh, no. Did it fall and get torn?” She frowns.

“Something like that.” Ted nods.

Jaya shares a look with Priyala. She knows it wasn’t an accident. Ted puts Diya back on the ground. To his surprise, Jaya gives him a hug.

“Good job.” She whispers.

“Thank you, Jaya.” He gives her a tight squeeze and lets her go. “Now, ladies, I know we have plans, but I gotta talk to the press and then my boss. Can you wait for me?”

“Yes, Ted.” Priyala smiles.

“Great. Like the Terminator says, ‘I’ll be back’.” Ted waves and walks off.

“What’s a Terminator?” Diya asks.

“A movie you can’t watch yet.” Priyala smirks. She feels a tugging on her sleeve.

“Mummy, I have an idea. Can we go somewhere while Ted works?” Jaya looks up at her.

“Okay. Sure. But we gotta come back, baby, because we’re his ride.” Priyala tells her.

“I know. It won’t be long. I promise.”

Ted talks to the press which isn’t as awful as he thought it would be and then Rebecca. Due to Sam’s appearance, it’s a lot more awkward than he expected. He doesn’t see Priyala’s blue sedan, so he walks out past the parking lot. She pulls up and rolls down the window.

“Get in, winner. We’re going celebrating.”

Ted laughs. He’s really lucky.

#ted lasso #ted lasso x oc #ted lasso x ofc #oc: priyala kumari #mirrorball #fan fic

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hopefulromances · 10 months

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Hi!! I love your writing so much!!

When I saw number 5 on your Drabbles list all I could think of was the team trying to figure out what’s going on with reader and Jamie and coming to the most wild conclusions like they did with Zava and Trent LMAO

AHH! This means so so much to me! Thank you!

I love this prompt so I hope you enjoy!

5. “Idiots. They are all idiots.”

Colin and Isaac peaked around the corner to stare down the hall as (Y/N) walked up the stairs. Surely she was going back and forth between offices, delievering messages and what not for Rebecca.

Since she'd come on the team as Rebecca's personal assistant, everything at Richmond had run smoother. (Y/N) was some kind of assistant extrodinare, memorizing Rebecca's needs in an instant and helping her to focus on the really important things.

She'd also fit right in with the Greyhounds. While her extreme A-Typer personality was intimidating at first but soon they warmed up to her and she softened for them.

But what was really getting the boys in a tizzle recently was her somewhat odd behavior around one certain Greyhound. Jamie Tartt always seemed to be missing right around the time that (Y/N) took her breaks, and during lunch, the both of them would disappear all together.

But the team was not one to back away from a mystery and made it their job to figure out exactly what was going on between the two of them. Right now, Colin and Isaac were on (Y/N) duty.

"What chu lookin' at?"

Jamie's voice from behind them caused Colin to jump, hitting his head on Isaac's chin. The two men cursed and grabbed their respective body parts.

"Fuck! Why'd you sneak up on us like that, bruv?" Isaac groaned, rubbing his chin.

"I didn't do nuthin'!" Jamie defended, walking over to sit in front of his locker. "It was you twos who were being weird."

Colin frowned as he rubbed his forehead, a red mark appearing right in the middle. "We weren't doing anything, were we Isaac?"

"Nope, nothin.'"

Jamie shrugged and whipped out his phone. Isaac looked down at Colin and nudged his head in Jamie's direction.

"So, Jamie!" Colin opened, standing up.

"Colin, I've told ya a million times, you don't need to keep askin me to use my lynx, just take it," Jamie dismissed, messing around with a filter on instagram.

"No, that's not- wait really?"

"Obviously."

Colin nodded, happy with this information. Isaac grunted, reminding Colin of the ask at hand. "Oh! I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch today. Roy told us about this new Kebab place down the road."

"If it's got anything to do with that old fart, I'm not interested," Jamie responded, standing up to grab his fanny pack.

"Oh, so you have plans then?" Isaac interjected, his gaze burning into an oblivious Jamie.

"Uh, yah? Eat lunch?" Jamie rolled his eyes. "Get away from you, twats for five minutes."

"Where are you goin then?" Colin boxed Jamie in. Isaac on one side of Jamie, Colin on the other. Jamie frowned at him, before nudging him out of the way.

"None of your fucking business, is it boyo?"

With that, Jamie was off down the hallway, walking past the same stairs the (Y/N) had climbed just a few minutes prior. Isaac and Colin looked at each other for a second before racing off down the hallway. They reached the boot room where seemingly the rest of the team was waiting.

When they entered the room, they were bombarded with questions flying at them.

"What did you learn?"

"Are they getting lunch together?"

"What lynx does Jamie have now?"

Isaac let out a bark to silence the crowd.

"Jamie didn't take the Kebab bait!" Isaac grunted, crossing his arms. "But he also wouldn't tell us where he was going."

"AH! So (Y/N)/Jamie lives," Dani exclaimed, looking around in exctiement.

He was met with shouts of disapproval and outrage.

"There is NO way that (Y/N) and Jamie are together," Bumbercatch argued. "(Y/N) is just too serious for him."

"Exactly, that's why it's clear they are starting a side hustle!" Jan Maas stated, raising his hand. "We should look to support them in their endeavors."

Again, there was cries of outrage as the boys all shouted their theories of what was going on with the two.

"Jamie is looking for a surrogate!"

"(Y/N) is his long lost sister!"

"She was actually hired to be Jamie's nanny to make sure he doesn't get into anymore trouble."

The theories went on, each more outrageous than the last. Unbeknownst to them, unoticed in the corner was Will. He'd been in there the whole time. He pulled out his phone and sent a message.

...

(Y/N)'s phone lit up in the cupholder between her and Jamie. Jamie was driving down the road, his sunglasses blocking his eyes. He had a hand on the wheel and the other was rubbing up and down her thigh gently.

(Y/N) reached over and grabbed her phone, letting out a giggle as she read his message.

"'the boys are properly distracted, have a good lunch' smiley face'" She read out, leaning over to show Jamie the photo of the boys arguing.

Jamie chuckled, glancing down at the phone. "Idiots, they're all idiots."

(Y/N) planted a kiss on Jamie's cheek before leaning back in her seat. "Yeah, but so are you."

Jamie smiled, content at the though of being (Y/N)'s idiot.

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