#ted lasso drabble

[coolpointsetta]

“where are you going?” jamie asks as roy gets up. he’s scrolling through tik tok, but he had his headphones in so roy’s reading wouldn’t be interrupted.

he closes his book as he stands, marking the page with a bookmark. “i want to be alone.” roy huffs.

that’s a lie. it always is.

he doesn’t plan on going far, just from the living room to their bed. the third stair from the stop creaks as he steps on it, just like it always does.

he flops down on their bed and reopens the book, but he’s not reading any of words. he can’t focus on them.

he doesn’t want to be alone, he wants to be with jamie. they’ve spent all day together, waking up in each others arms and eating at the same table and going over the grocery list and then doing the actual grocery shopping and then going to a cafe for lunch and then coming back to their house (jamie’s house, but roy basically lives here) where jamie scrolled through tik tok while roy read.

jamie has never once expressed that he and roy spend too much time together. never once.

but roy is clingy, he is needy and he knows this, has lost a lot of relationships because of it. and he’s trying to be better. he’s trying to give his partners that distance they seem to need and he just can’t understand why.

so he’s been making sure to give jamie that alone time, make sure he doesn’t feel like he’s being suffocated.

the third stair creaks as someone steps on it.

a moment later, jamie walks through the doorway. he crawls on the bed, his body moving right over roy’s.

“what are you doing?”

jamie shrugs, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to roy’s lips. “being with you.”

roy growls, but it’s half hearted at best. “i want to be alone.”

“well, i don’t.” jamie doesn’t back off, just flops down on roy’s chest, their bodies melting together. “i want to be alone with you.” jamie says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

oh.

okay.

roy hopes his heart isn’t beating too fast, but jamie’s breathing evens out moments later.

alone with you.

roy could get used to that. this time when he reads, he follows each word as his hand glides gently across jamie’s back.

[haven-of-dusk]

ColinJamie Drabble

Back in the car, Colin flicked Jamie’s earring so it smacked into his face. “Oww, the hell was that for?!” Jamie protested.

“Why’d you make us leave?” Colin growled, “we stayed at that party for all of twenty minutes…are you…embarrassed, to be seen with me?”

“Never, Colin, I just…”

“What?”

“I saw cameras, and all I could think about was the stories of ‘fuckboi Jamie and his sexual escapades.’”

“But those are tabloids, they shouldn’t–”

“But they do…people talk…they can talk shit about me all they want, but I’d rather die than see them say a bad word about you.”

[princebenvi]

trent + laura, circa 2003. the first time.

pt. 2

“there you are! was wondering where you’d got off to,” laura says, walking out to meet her fiancé on the front step to their house. “what’s wrong, love?”

“yes, sorry. needed some air,” trent says into his arms, crossed atop his knees.

she sits down next to him, mirroring his own position with her legs curled up to her chin. she nudges his shoulder.

“i. i’m sorry laura.”

“for what, love?”

trent’s stomach flutters and his heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest. hes gotta tell her. she deserves better.

“im… i think im… i think im gay.”

the two sit in silence for a little while. trent’s stomach feels like it’s going to turn itself inside out. he looks over at laura who’s facing the sidewalk in front of them, eyes closed. she opens her eyes and looks over at him, a small smile on her face, eyes misty.

“trent, we’ve been dating for years now. since university. we’re getting married, of course you’re nervous. it’s okay, i am too.”

“no, i-“

“i know it’s a big step and i know it’s scary, but it’s gonna be okay. we’ve got each other, don’t we?”

“… yeah. yes of course, love.”

“c’mon, i don’t want dinner to burn, let’s head in out of the cold.”

[calzone-d]

thinking about spooning ted and waking him up by gently running your nails over his bare chest and tummy :) (need)

definitely the kinda guy who likes being the little spoon here and there and i love that about him.

especially when he goes to bed without a shirt!!! the first couple times he’d be a little squirmy and insecure but after some reassurance, he’s not shy about wanting your hands on him. not even in a sexual way sometimes, it just feels so good to know he’s wanted and that you desire him.

just trailing your hand down his chest, to his belly, to his love handles and giving them a lil squeeze. a silent reminder that you fucking love his body.

and yes i’m all for gently or not so gently scratching your nails across his chest and belly hair, it would tickle a little and prob feel nice in some places.

when he wakes up to you holding him close he stretches like a cat then immediately curls back into your form. wants NO space between the two of you. perfect way to wake him up or even put him to sleep!!

[john-get-the-salt]

Tight Leash w/ Roy Kent

Imagine: Roy has managed to keep his feelings for you to himself….until one night he’s unable to hold onto them any longer.

Contains: fem/reader, cursing, Roy losing his absolute shit in the best way, sexual innuendos

Warnings: none

“I can’t believe I ever let you convince me to wear this.”

“Babes you look phenomenal,” Keeley preened.

You might not have had the option to skip the fundraiser event you were about to enter, but you did have the option to wear something more….lowkey. You did tend to keep it lowkey, as one of the clubs media specialists. Keeley handed all of the flashy bits, the paparazzi and signings and public appearances. You tended to a lot of the background stuff; the sports articles and communications within the league, and the clubs various websites and platforms. Ever since you joined the team nearly a year go now you liked to work in the background, liked being unnoticeable.

Unfortunately you’d become best friends with Keeley Jones-the most noticeable person on the planet. And when you learned you had to attend some annual fundraising gala Rebecca was putting on, Keeley made it her life mission to convince you to wear something daring. And in a moment of weakness you’d agreed.

But now that you were present at the gala and it was almost your turn to walk to press carpet, you were having some serious regrets.

“Seriously Keeley, I feel ridiculous. One of the guys is going to see me and bust out laughing. This is something Rebecca would wear and pull off, not me.” Not to mention the carpet ahead was daunting. Cameras flashing constantly, held by shouting, viperous paparazzi.

“Hey,” Keeley pulled you to the side, forcing you to look at her instead of ahead at the walk into the hall. “No matter what mean things your brain are telling you right now, you look phenomenal. And when the guys see you, when Kent sees you-they’re gonna be lost for words.”

You flushed, because of course your best friend couldn’t resist mentioning the man you had a huge thing for. She never let it go after you let it slip one night. The two of you were just friends, no matter how much Keeley insisted that Roy was in love with you. You two had hit it off shortly after you started, appreciating each other’s dry sense of humor and love of cursing. Besides Keeley he was your best friend. But that was it-no matter how much you daydreamed of more.

"You've got this babe, i promise. Don’t forget-you are a badass bitch." Keeley gave you a final smile and quick kiss on the cheek before she was being called up. She left your side and stepped out onto the carpet. The photographers went wide, bursts of light exploding. You were officially next.

You took a deep breath, in and out. You just wanted to be inside the gala with your people, having fun with the club and Rebecca and Keeley. Unfortunately, this carpet stood in between you and them.

Just when you thought you had taken enough deep breaths and were finally ready, you heard a sharp inhale behind you. You risked a glance over your shoulder, finding Roy standing a few feet behind you. And you had to admit, he looked good. The all black attire did not surprise you but it did suit him. He was taking you in, slowly, from head to toe. Your outfit was all white, comprised of crisp high waisted pants and a corseted long sleeve top. (see visual below, I love a good visual, tho feel free to alter it in your brain to best suit you)

When his eyes finally rose to your chest he swore.

"Fucking hell."

"What was that, Roy?"

His eyes rose again, this time to meet yours.

Maybe it was Keely's words ringing around your head, or the way Roy couldn't keep his eyes off you, or the shot of whiskey you'd taken on the drive in. But regardless, you suddenly felt a smudge more confident. So with a final mental fuck it, you decided to embrace it. You relaxed your shoulders, straightened your spine, and as they called your name you smiled at Roy and gave a quick wink before you spun on your heel and took your first step out onto the carpet.

The cameras lit up, photographers crying for a spin, a turn, an angle, any bit of attention. You stopped a few times, allowing them pictures of you in different poses. The lights and the noises soon became too much however, so you kept it short before you strutted down the rest of the carpet and made it inside the gala building where Keely was stood waiting.

"Oh my god, you looked like a right model walking into a show," she gushed. "Those pictures of you are going to be jaw-dropping babe. And poor Roy's dragging his jaw against the floor."

You flushed as you let the excitable girl link arms with you and drag you towards the teams designated table. "I don't know what came over me, Ke. I just decided to go with it and channel my inner Rebecca. And I fucking winked at Roy. Who am I?“

"If he doesn't pull you away to ravish you by the end of the night I will."

You giggled with your friend, happily accepting the drink she got you.

"Ladies."

To your delight Coach Lasso approached, eyes crinkled as he smiled. "You both look down-right beautiful."

"Oh thank you Ted, you're looking quite handsome this evening."

"Well that's mighty kind of you. Now between the three of us, I was really just coming to let you know that Roy just stormed into the building like a starved man on a mission, demanding to know if I'd seen which way you went. The poor man looked so red in the face I was worried he was going to keel over."

You flushed, eyes suddenly finding the floor quite interesting.

"Now you two wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

"He's realizing that he's in love with her," Keely couldn't help but gush.

Eyes widening, you smacked her arm.

"Ow!"

"Keely! He is not!"

"Ah," Lasso hummed, chuckling a bit. "It's about damn time. The boys and I are getting tired of the silent pining."

"We are not- there is no silent pining." You argued, looking between your two friends.

“You two have been inseparable since you met. You spend more time with him then anyone else in the club, babes.”

“Kee, we’re just friends.”

"I don’t think he thinks that," Lasso gestured with his head and you followed his gaze, finding Roy stood across the room, staring straight at you.

Your heart skipped a beat as his intense eyes met yours.

"I need some water," you stated, the air suddenly too heavy to breath.

"I can-"

"It's ok, Kee," you interrupted, kissing her cheek. "I'll be back."

She nor Lasso argued, watching as you hurried away from the table and towards the bar. Roy was after you the next minute, speeding across the floor and past the table towards you.

"Those two...." Lasso trailed off as he shook his head.

"Idiots."

"Lovesick idiots."

-

You weren't really thinking straight when you rushed away from your friends. All you could think was that the weight of Roy's gaze was heavy, stifling, and you felt your chest constrict.

You stepped up to the bar and asked for an ice water, receiving it moments later. You thanked the bartender and glided over to a neglected corner of the room, where only a few stragglers buzzed around. It was quieter over here, and you could feel the ache in your chest ease slightly.

"Hey," a soft voice invaded your space.

You froze, turning.

Roy was stood there, looking down at you again with that intense dark gaze.

"Hi," you said softly, unable to stop your eyes from flickering down to his lips before quickly back up.

"You look....fucking beautiful."

A heat began in your cheeks, reaching down your neck and no doubt flushing your collar and chest as well.

"That word doesn't seem quite enough. Fucking....breathtaking." And the way he said it sounded like he was, in fact, breathless. His chest heaved, as he stood perfectly still in front of you.

The heat was beginning to prick at your stomach, and if Roy wasn't very careful it was going to continue to travel downward.

"Thank you. Everyone here looks pretty amazing."

"Sweetheart, I haven't so much as glanced at anyone else in here. How can I, when you look so...." he trailed off, lips parting silently.

"What?"

“I’ve been doing my best to keep what I was feeling on a tight leash. I never wanted to ruin…this. Our friendship. I don’t know what I’d do with it, but…”

You furrowed your eyebrows. He wasn’t making any sense. “What are you saying Roy?”

"Can I kiss you?"

Ok, the heat had officially traveled to your entire body. You felt like you were on fire, and all Roy was doing was looking at you. Never had you considered how much a simple question like that could affect you, but as you watched him wait in heavy anticipation, wanting to touch you but unwilling until you gave him permission, you became weak in the knees.

"Yes-" the word was barely out of your mouth before he was kissing you, trapping the word in between you. His hands cradled your face so delicately, like you were made of glass. You rested your hands on his chest, appreciating the muscle you felt under the suit.

His lips were so soft, and tasted faintly of the cherry chapstick you'd given him just the other day. He smelled of spicy cologne and his scruff tickled your face.

He pulled away, just enough to meet your eyes.

"I may be the most stubborn, selfish, miserable prick on this planet, but you make me feel like I'm so much more. And this may be the most selfish thing I ever do, but I don't fucking care anymore. I'm in love with you."

Your lips parted, eye searching his for any signs of deception. You couldn't find any.

"Im in love with you too, my miserable prick."

He choked on a laugh, his eyes glassy as he rested his forehead against yours. "God, I love you so fucking much."

"I love you even fucking more."

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hello!! I literally finished Ted Lasso and am IN LOVE with Jamie Tartt (this may or may not have to do with the amount of fics I’ve read recently). Would you be up for writing a Jamie x reader where they’ve been secretly dating for a while and the team finds out, perhaps with a reader that works for AFC Richmond as like they’re photographer or something?

Omg babe I need more Jamie fics in my life. Jamie Tartt x fem!reader

cw: swearing, hickey, jamie tartt being a smug asshole

776 words

You can't stop subconsciously rubbing your neck, likely from the anxiety of wondering if your makeup is doing an adequate job covering the smattering of love-bites on your neck. When your fingers came away with a chalky coating of powder, you kept your hand frozen by your side, your free hand jotting down notes as your boss kept rambling, careful to filter the necessary information from the side tangents. 

“You get all that, babe?” Keely looked up from her computer, half apologetic. “I’m so sorry my brain has been all over the place lately.” 

“You’re okay Miss.” You looked up, eyes catching on the man winking at you from across the room. He was looking nearly sinful with a towel slung over his bulky shoulder, skin gleaming with sweat. You stiffened, handing the clipboard to your boss. “Does this all look right?” 

She mumbled as her eyes scanned the page. “Perfect! Thank you so much, Y/N. I'm serious when I say I would be a complete shitstorm without you.” She glanced at the clock. “Oh, bugger! It’s gone 1. Why don’t you take your lunch, I’ll figure the rest of this mess out.” Her perfectly manicured hand shooed you from the office. 

“Thank you Miss.” You contained your smile, glancing at Jamie. He was still looking at you, brown eyes burning into your form. You scampered off, closing the door to Keely’s office on the way out. 

The hallway was oddly barren of players and staff, excepting the boy leant casually against the doorframe of the gym bearing lazy smile on his face. You walked up to him timidly, looking around the room to make sure there were no suspicious eyes. 

“Hey cutie.” He said, running a hand through his blonde hair. Your legs felt like jelly, only made worse from the pinching heels on your feet.

“Hey Jamie. Are you okay? Why aren’t you in practice??” You looked over him for injuries, expecting to find some blooming bruise or irritated scratches. He smiled at you. You could tell he wanted to reach for you but didn’t want to risk the exposure. 

You were the main reason the relationship between you two was a secret. Jamie would shout it from the rooftop if he could, but you were still unsure. You weren’t ashamed by any means, but you couldn’t help but feel pressure. You were dating one of the most well-known Richmond players. (one who was also on a dating show made entirely up of very attractive people). Nevertheless, Jamie treated you like a rare diamond. 

“You can stop checking me out, babe. I’m alright. Coach is just havin’ us run laps. I finished first.” He was sickly sweet, if not a little boastful, looking you up and down, smirking like a cat who got the cream. “How long do you have on your break?” 

“Just under an hour.” You subconsciously glanced at a watch that wasn’t there. His grin grew as he pulled you towards the locker room. “Jamie, what if someone walks in?” Even as you protested you couldn’t help your own smile from spreading over your face. 

“Trust me, love. The lads are slackin' today. The only one who is going to finish in the next hour is Dani, and that chipper prick will stay and chat the Coaches to death.” 

You sighed, letting James tug you into his arms. He smelled like grass, rain, sweat, and himself. It was intoxicating. “I missed you.” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Missed you too, lovely girl.” He chucked, pulling you up for a kiss. No sooner did he deepen it than you heard a crash behind you. You tried to jump away from Jamie but he held onto you. You turned around to find a sheepish-looking Sam slowly backing away from the door. 

“I- I am so sorry.” Sam looked like he was trying to shrink down to bug-size. “I’ll just, I don’t want to interrupt.” 

“You’re ok-” 

“God, Sam, mind your fuckin' business.” Jamie faux-scolded. Sam slightly smiled. 

“I am.” He put his hands up in a ‘don’t shoot’ gesture. “And don’t worry, your secret is safe with-” 

Right when he said that, a crowd of about ten players scrambled into the locker room, all pausing when they took in the spectacle in front of them. You could see them looking between Sam, you, and Jamie who still had his arm wrapped around your waist. The room was dead silent, until someone spoke up from the back of the group.

“Well now we know why Y/N comes to practice so much.” 

“Shut the fuck up Jan Maas!” Upwards of five people shouted.

[nameless-jamie]

MAIN MASTERLIST

JAMIE TARTT x Y/N

Full Fics:

Offside Tension - finished

In which Jamie Tartt and the new assistant coach, Y/N, can’t stop teasing each other with their cheeky banter, but what starts as playful flirting quickly turns into something much more complicated.

Tartt's Corner - ongoing

In which Jamie Tartt and Y/N, a rising star in the football podcasting world, embark on a series of interviews that begin with sharp wit and teasing, but soon unravel into a tangled web of unexpected emotions.

Character Series:

Masterlist: JAMIE TARTT x FEM! PERSONAL ASSISTANT

Masterlist: Glimpse into the Future - Jamie Tartt x fem!PA reader

Masterlist: JAMIE TARTT x FEM! PASTOR RAEDER

Imagines/Short Storys/Drabbles/One Shots:

The Flirtation Game - Jamie Tartt x fem!reader

Blush - Jamie Tarrt x fem! shy receptionist reader

Blush part 2 - Jamie Tartt x fem! shy receptionist reader

The Setup - Jamie Tartt x fem! Rebecca's assistant reader

Three's A Crowd - Jamie Tartt x fem! poly reader + smut

Perfectly Blended - Jamie Tartt x fem! make-up artist reader

Meet Me On The Pitch - Jamie Tartt x fem!receptionist

Pec-tacular Performance - Jamie Tartt x wife reader

Mornings - Jamie Tartt x girlfriend reader

French With Benefits - Jamie Tartt x teammates sister

Princess of Pricks - Jamie Tartt x footballer reader

ROY KENT x Y/N

Imagines/Short Storys/Drabbles/One Shots:

Choked Up - Roy Kent x fem! Physio reader

Specials:

Jamie Tartt: Valentines Day Special - Masterlist 2025

In honor of Valentine's Day coming up, I am releasing several small fics specifically about Valentine's Day/Love. It's going to be a short series and it'll feature some characters you guys might already know like: Jamie's PA, Pastor! Reader

One-Bed-Trope Special - Masterlist 2025

This is going to be a bundle/short series of one-bed-trope stories of mostly Jamie Tartt or Roy Kent x reader! The one-bed trope forces two characters to share a bed, sparking tension, closeness, and romance.

A/N: I also love to take recommendations and I hope to do them justice. Btw English is my second language, but I grammar-check all my fics for the best experience.

[jamtartandsunshine]

Roys been helping his sister raise Phoebe for the little girls entire life. He’s lost count of how many times he’s woken up to the little gremlin standing beside his bed, or even creepier standing in the doorway, the faint light of the lamp he leaves on in the hallway for her eerily glowing behind her.

He’s used to it.

So when he wakes up to a faint knock and his bedroom door opening with a slow creak it’s muscle memory that has him shuffling over in bed and flinging back his quilt before he’s even cracked open his heavy eyes.

“Roy?”

The voice makes Roy jolt awake. It’s deeper, even in a soft whisper, but more than that is the tremble in the single word. The hesitation, the fear has Roy sitting up blinking against the familiar glow of the hall light.

Except this time he hadn’t turned it on for his niece, she was safe at home tucked into her own bed.

And yet he’d hesitated at the light switch after seeing his player safely to bed in the guest room. Something inside him making him flip the light on, almost as if he knew this moment would come.

“Jamie” Roy grunts his voice heavy with sleep “you okay?”

He looks so young standing in the doorway of Roy’s bedroom, wringing his hands nervously, his shoulders hunched in way that makes Roy frown at him, knowing it must be aggravating the bruised ribs that lay hidden beneath the borrowed hoodie the young man is wearing.

“Dunno” Jamie mutters nervously. “Sorry-I-I dunno what I’m doing…I’ll just…” he takes a step back, stumbling into the door.

“Jamie” Roy calls sitting up straighter reaching out to pull the quilt back further in silent invitation.

Jamies eyes widen at the gesture, looking over at Roy longingly but he doesn’t move. His hands drift under his hoodie, pulling the black material taunt as he fidgets anxiously.

Roy can’t help the tired sigh that slips out. Regrets floods through him as Jamie flinches back at the sound and Roy silently berates himself.

“It’s okay” he encourages tiredly patting the empty space beside him “I won’t fucking bite, let’s just get some sleep yeah?”

He watches as Jamie fights with himself but after a moment he clearly makes his choice as he slowly moves forward towards the bed.

“Sorry” Jamie whispers as he carefully crawls into Roy’s bed. Roy immediately notes that he’s trembling almost violently “M’ being fuckin’ stupid…just…I heard a car door slam and I dunno…” his voice drops as his unconsciously sinks closer to Roy “I got scared…S’ stupid”

“It’s not fucking stupid” Roy grunts laying back down, shifting onto his side so he can look at Jamie in the dim moonlight. “It’s completely fucking understandable after the shit day you’ve had”

Jamie makes a small noise of acknowledgment but he doesn’t relax.

“Do you think you can go back to sleep?”

Jamie hesitates, the trembling picking back up a little “dunno” he almost whimpers. “I…I dunno”

It’s too much. Jamie’s scared and shaking, covered in bruises and all Roy can think of is how he’d flinched at every sudden movement that night, every sound.

The thing is, Roys been helping his sister raise Phoebe for the little girls entire life. He’s lost count of how many times he’s wiped away tears, or soothed nightmares. And while Jamie’s not Roy’s nine year old niece, he is a scared kid and Roy can’t just pretend Jamie’s not crying next to him and go back to sleep.

He shifts closer to Jamie. Slowly, and cautiously being careful not to startle him “don’t fucking laugh at me” he warns lightly “but do you want a cuddle?”

[delayeddrabbles]

KIWI, she/her, 30+, jj is my son, rafe is my sidepiece, barry is my husband.

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[nativestarwrites]

Pick a number, get a drabble

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

"I know you're hurt."

"You're burning up."

"Just breathe."

"I don't feel good."

"Eyes on me! C'mon keep those eyes on me."

"That's a lot of blood."

"Come on, breathe, breathe, don't you dare--"

"How long were you planning on hiding this?"

"Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you."

"I can't find a pulse!"

"Don't you dare die on me."

"Everything's okay, go back to sleep."

"can't--breathe--"

"I won't hurt you."

"Talk to me."

"Stay still."

“You don’t look so good.”

“I think I’m gonna – ”

“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

“Please stop.”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“It’s over now.”

“I’m okay. You don't need to worry about me.”

"You're not supposed to be up and about."

“Go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

[coolpointsetta]

“no, roy doesn’t like me like that.” jamie insists while the team is at the bar. “roy hates me still. love ain’t on the table.”

everyone shares a glance, unable to really believe that.

isaac watched as jamie wordlessly walked over to where roy was eating lunch and handed over his clementines. roy peeled them without breaking conversation with beard and nate, going so far as to peel the little white bits off too before handing the clementine back. everyday jamie does that, and everyday roy peels them without complaint. if that’s not love, isaac doesn’t know what is.

sam overheard as jamie talked for several minutes about something so random and inconsequential to their daily lives, but roy listened. he didn’t say a word, didn’t interrupt other than to add a little tidbit of his own to the story. there was a small smile on the corner of his lips and his eyes were bright. it didn’t matter how boring the topic was, roy wanted to hear it. if that’s not love, sam doesn’t know what is.

the whole team witnessed roy coming into the locker room before training and saw jamie wasn’t there. they all watched as roy began to pace around his office, head down and not speaking to anyone. that is, until jamie came strolling into the locker room a minute before training started, drinks in his hand; one for him and one for roy. jamie knows roy’s coffee order by heart. if that’s not love, the team doesn’t know what is.

keeley pointed out that whenever roy says something that causes the team to laugh, he always looks at jamie to see if he’s laughing. if jamie’s not, roy adds to the joke until he does. if that’s not love, she doesn’t know what is.

“and,” jan says pointedly. “the two of you were kissing in the boot room yesterday.”

“yeah, out of hate!” jamie defends even when everyone starts laughing uncontrollably.

[roseandxanderfics]

Ted Lasso – Tired Reader x Body Worship (#20) – Roy Kent

You’re so tired your limbs feel heavy, your shoulders slumped as you sink onto the couch. Roy sees it immediately—the dark circles under your eyes, the slump in your posture—and something softens in his expression.

“Get up,” he grumbles, his voice gruff but gentle as he kneels in front of you, pulling your legs apart. “Let me take care of you.”

You protest halfheartedly, but he shushes you with a low growl. “No arguments. You’re mine, and I’m gonna make sure you remember that.”

He starts with your feet, strong hands massaging every ache and knot, his lips pressing soft kisses to your ankles and calves. “Always pushin’ yourself,” he mutters, his mouth brushing over your skin. “But I see you, love. I see how hard you work. You deserve this.”

He works his way up, his hands and lips coaxing every bit of tension from your body, his rough stubble scraping your skin just enough to make you shiver. By the time he reaches your thighs, you’re trembling, your head tipped back, a soft whimper on your lips.

“Roy…” you murmur, but he cuts you off with a gentle bite to the inside of your knee. “Shh, love,” he growls, his breath hot. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He worships every inch of you, his mouth and hands a promise that you’re his to care for. When he finally slides his fingers between your legs, it’s slow and deliberate—no rush, no urgency, just a steady, grounding devotion that leaves you boneless in his arms.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he says, his voice hoarse as he presses his forehead to your belly. “And I’m gonna spend the rest of the night reminding you.”

And as he finally slides his mouth over your most sensitive spot, you let go of everything—every worry, every doubt—because in this moment, with him, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

[hopefulromances]

can you do when they're holding hands and one just brings them up to their lips and places a kiss on their fingers. with jamie she/her please?

You walked outside the house to where Jamie was sitting with Roy. You had a plate of food in your hand for you and Jamie to share except now, sitting in your seat, was Keeley.

"Jamie!" You cried as you came up to the group. "What happened to defending my seat with you life?"

Jamie looked up at you, surprised. "Oh, sorry, babe, but Keeley was pretty convincing."

"I gave him five pounds," Keeley added, giggling at the two of your.

"Five pounds?!" You scoffed, rounding on Jamie again. "You sold me out for five pounds."

"Wait, just, listen, listen!" He insisted, grabbing you by your hips and drawing you towards him. He shot Keeley an angry look before pouting up at you. "Now you can sit on my lap, yeah? Way better then sitting all the way over there."

"Jesus fucking christ," Roy groaned, rolling his eyes at the pitiful display. "Honestly, (Y/N), just fucking leave him."

"That was never on the table. But as you tried to give Jamie an angry look, you found yourself unable to stay mad at him. As your frown started to break into a smile, Jamie pulled you down into his lap.

"See, I told you this was better," He cooed, resting his head on your shoulder. "Did you get this for me?" You picked up a grape and popped it in his mouth.

"You two are fucking disgusting," Roy growled, holding a hand up to block his view.

"Aw, Roy, babes, are you jealous?" Keeley teased, reaching over and squeezing his knee. "Want me to come sit on your lap."

"In your dreams, Jones," He shot back.

But you weren't listening to them bicker. You were too busy paying attention to the way Jamie picked up your hand and kissed each of your fingers gently. You leaned back against his chest, your temple resting on his cheek as you gazed upon him.

"What's that for?" You murmured to him.

"Just cause I love you," he responded in between kisses. He slotted his fingers with yours and held them out arms length. "Just love my girl is all."

You blushed and kissed his cheek. "I love my boy, too." He grinned against your cheek. "Even if he did sell me out for five pounds."

"Oi! It was all part of the plan!"

[princebenvi]

And in that moment, well. It was all worth it, wasn’t it?

i. have so many thoughts about trent. james lance saying his father was hard on him, expecting him to be like roy kent: macho, strong, good at football. him deciding that he would simply have to ignore is sexuality for the time being, it would be impossible for him to get and maintain a respectable job in the world of football as a gay man. pushing it down, repressing, hiding something so intrinsic to himself, ignoring the men that make his stomach tumble and a smile quirk at the corners of his mouth.

meeting his wife. he really figured it would be fine for a time, and when he voiced his doubts, his deep voice uttering the facts he’s been ignoring his whole life only for his wife to say that “everyone gets cold feet, this is your first relationship, of course you’re nervous.” resolving to continue, to try harder.

the birth of his baby girl. holding her small frame, his wife, tired, fast asleep while he holds her. feeling her breathing under his hands.

and in that moment, well. it was all worth it, wasn’t it?

here she was, his daughter. she was here, and he wouldn’t fail her. he’d do anything for her.

and he tried his best, but it’s hard to pretend you’re something you’re not. he kept up his cold walls and his put together exterior and as his daughter grew, so did his sadness. his marriage grew strained, and he knew it would begin to impact his daughter sooner or later.

and then he met ted, and there really wasn’t any fighting that particular storm, was there? ted was a bright light in what had grown to be such a cold and dark world, and the moment he said his intentions with the team, his beloved team, that he wanted to help them be the best people possible while understanding that many grew up feeling unsupported and left behind, he knew he couldn’t fight anymore.

coming out the second time was easier, in a way. and yet, so much harder, because he knew what he was giving away.

“you’re not giving me away, trent.”

trent didn’t cry much anymore. he did then, though.

and in the end, what he gained was so much more than what he lost.

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[devinwolfi]

The 6x9: a RoyJamie shortfic style

So, I've come up with a thing. A new drabble variant, intended specifically for those RoyJamie fans out there. May I introduce to you, The 6x9! And before you say anything... not like that. Or, maybe like that, I don't care. The 6x9, coming very obviously and very unoriginally from player numbers, is a half-drabble-ish form consisting of 54 words, which some of you may have already guessed if you remember your times tables. This is inspired by the 49-word 7x7s of the Blake's 7 fandom, popular during the printzine days.

Do you have what it takes to capture a meaningful moment in just 54 words? Can this moment happen whilst the lads are 69-ing? Possibly. I leave that up to you. Go forth and prosper, or something.

Steps to Writing a 6x9

Think of a thing you would like RJ to think, do, feel, say, etc.

Write it down! Don't be afraid to say too much or too little. Say what needs to be said. The rest comes next.

Trim it down, or beef it up, until it hits 54 words

Double-check to make sure the words are good, if not, rinse and repeat until they are

Be proud! You wrote a thing!

The AO3 tag can be found here

[lunar-years]

For the first sentence of a fic thing:

The first time Roy thinks nothing of it; the second he thinks it a coincidence – but the third time, and catching the studied nonchalance on Jamie and Keeley’s faces, he begins to grow suspicious.

The first time Roy thinks nothing of it; the second he thinks it a coincidence – but the third time, and catching the studied nonchalance on Jamie and Keeley’s faces, he begins to grow suspicious. "And neither of you have seen it?" he repeats slowly, staring at each of them in turn with his most intense, patented glare, waiting for one of them to break.

Jamie's face remains completely stoic--impressive, actually. Usually he's first to crack. Keeley shrugs innocently and murmurs, "Guess you must've misplaced it again, babe...."

Roy snorts. Yeah. He'd believed that the first time, when he'd found it buried on Jamie's shelf buried amongst his many, many hair products. Roy must've confused the shelves one night. His eyesight is shit in the dark, after all. Then when he next went to use it, the thing was fucking broken, so okay. Shit happened. Order another, no big deal.

This time, though, the trimmer was brand-fucking-new. And he knows exactly where he placed it once he'd removed it from the packaging. "You know that this is important, right?" he growls. "I've got be at the club in like two hours. Looking professional."

He glances past their heads to catch a sight of himself in the mirror. He meant to get a real haircut, but after a few rounds of putting it off, it's gotten long enough now for the curls to really be coming back, in desperate need of a trim, and his beard looks utterly unruly to match. Altogether, he looks like he's an aspiring caveman instead of the fresh new manager of a Premier League team.

"Your beautiful curls aren't unprofessional," Keeley says crisply, arms crossed and looking all put out like he's offended her talking about his own damn hair. Jesus Christ. "Actually, Jamie found--"

Jamie is instantly at his side, holding out a bottle of curl shampoo. "Bit of this to reduce the frizz, lad, and some beard oil to tame you up a bit in the front...very professional, that. And if it happens to make you look dead sexy, too, well--" He shrugs and exchanges a look with Keeley, who nods encouragingly like he's really selling it. They're both ridiculous.

Roy rolls his eyes. "So you mean to tell me I haven't been able to shave in days because my trimmer keeps disappearing mysteriously, and Jamie just so happened to go shopping for fucking..." he takes the bottle Jamie's holding, "curl-defining shampoo in that same timeframe? By total coincidence?"

"Exactly!" Keeley says cheerfully.

"You know, two hours gives us plenty of time to try it out," Jamie adds nonchalantly, waving the shampoo. His eyes are fucking sparkling. He's gorgeous. He's always so fucking gorgeous. "Probably best if Keeley and I help you out. Gotta really massage it in to get the full effect. It will take all three of us. We should shower together!"

Keeley's heads bobs up and down enthusiastically.

"And my trimmer is--?"

"Oh hush," Keeley says, edging closer, "You can search for that later."

"...or not!" Jamie adds.

Yeah, he thinks, letting Keeley's deft hands work at tugging his shirt over his head. Or fucking not.