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jamie tartt who has a shite away match bc he barely slept bc kent!reader fell asleep before their goodnight phone call

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How about another fic of Kent!Reader x Jamie Tartt but game night edition? They're a year into officially dating and Jamie has met her family a handful of times atp (officially as bf + gf), but not in such a relaxed environment just yet. Either Jamie or Reader get hyper competitive, like talking smack, doing winning dances in front of everyone, and just gets loud in general. Roy smirks thinking this might be a turn off for one of them, as neither have seen each other in a state of such madness before, but really it just turns the other person on and they later do it (everyone is sleeping over... Roy's hosting tehe). And just like in the cabin, Roy gets karma.

i just wrote this and i think it's so cute omfg, i love those idiots so much

i love when roy has to fight for his life. i like the idea that every time jamie does something like sweet and respectable and roy warms up a bit, he like catches jamie grabbing your ass or smth and just hates him even more than before

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quiet as a church mouse - jamie tartt x kent!reader

summary; game night at roy's house, and jamie finds himself invited for the first time.

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warnings; swearing, making out, illusions to smut, roy is fighting for his life at the end, pheebs' mum is called molly

"STOP BABE!" Jamie shouted, pointing with two open hands as you add another hotel to Boardwalk and Park Place. "You're gunna fuckin' bankrupt me! I'm right there!"

"Swear jar, Uncle Jamie," Pheebs said, adding a tally to her book, which was open beside her on the floor. Monopoly always really upped the debts, and Jamie had been dubbed family, and therefore added to the swear jar.

"Don't call him fuckin' Uncle Jamie," Roy grunted. Phoebe doesn't say anything, just stares at Roy as she adds a tally under his name.

"Baby, it's just the game. Don't hate me, hate late-stage capitalism." You shrugged, putting the pieces on the board. "Besides, you picked monopoly."

"You'd see me dead," Jamie said, "this is fun for you innit? Making sure I lose first?"

You look at him for a second. "You know what, maybe I am. Maybe I think losing would be good for you, team's doing too well lately."

Roy just watched with a smirk on his face, something about monopoly always brought out the worst in you. And serves Jamie right to be on the receiving end of it, Roy hadn't intended on inviting him to Kent family game night. But Phoebe insisted that Jamie was family now, since he'd been a part of the family vacation, Pheebs had taken that as Jamie is a part of the Kent clan now, which Roy wanted to reject so badly. But who could deny Phoebe?

But now, Roy wasn't as against Jamie being invited anymore, because you two just kept bickering at each other. Maybe this would scare one of you away... Roy could only dream.

Jamie's turn is next, and he rolls a double and lands on your space, he's clenching his jaw as he gathers up the rest of his money and hands it to you, he comes up less than a hundred short, and you insist he has to mortgage one of his properties.

"Can't show you favouritism, love. What would that teach Phoebe?" you said, counting the bills in your hand like it wasn't blood money.

"Uhm, compassion? Treating your partner with kindness? You're ju' teachin' her how to be a greedy little landlord." Jamie sighed, and picked up the dice, the double twos forcing him to roll again.

"D'you think you'll roll a two?" Phoebe asked, looking at the board. "You'll land on boardwalk."

Jamie stopped shaking the dice in his hand, looking at Phoebe. "Why would'ya even say tha'?"

"I hope he does," Roy said, thoroughly entertained. Jamie looked like he was going to burst a vein in his neck. Molly thought it was hilarious too, but Roy really thought maybe this would cause a nice little rift in the relationship. Maybe Jamie would stop showing up everywhere.

Jamie rolled snake eyes.

Two spaces and his little iron rests on boardwalk.

And you two are in a yelling match over whether or not he's out.

"You have to accept my properties as payment, babe!" Jamie shouted, "or I'll be out!"

"I don't want your mortgaged properties! Christ sakes Jamie, you don't even have a matching set!" you shout back, "I don't want them!"

Molly laughs into her glass of wine. Roy tries to make a bet with Phoebe. And you just enjoy the fact that you're one step closer to victory.

"So you don't even feel bad about it," Jamie muttered, "wow... woooow, okay babe. I see how it is, I'm out." Jamie crossed his arms and scooted closer to Phoebe, looking at everything she has collected. "I'll help you, Pheebs. You're the nicest one 'ere."

"You can be on my team, Uncle Jamie."

"Stop callin' 'im that," Roy said, "he's not your uncle."

"Not yet," Jamie smirked, but wiped it off his face when he saw the lethal death glare Roy was sending his way. "You guys take stuff so seriously around 'ere, jeez."

"Do you think you'll marry my Auntie?" Pheebs asked, and Roy choked on his drink, while you just smiled down at the properties you have, pretending not to hear what they're talking about.

"Of course mate," Jamie said, "isn't it clear I'm tryna weasel my way into this family?" Jamie and Phoebe giggle together, all of Jamie's competitive faded away now that he was out of the running anyway. "How am I doing so far?"

"You fight right in," Phoebe said, giving him a little thumbs up.

"Excellent."

Looks like monopoly wasn't enough to scare him off. Roy should be happy for you, but instead he's just annoyed. Jamie didn't even stay a little bit annoyed, and if he did, he wasn't showing it.

Later, after you win monopoly and Phoebe is tucked into bed, you and Jamie are leaning close to one another by the counter, enjoying another glass of wine, while your brother and sister sit across from you. Roy has his arms crossed, annoyed that Jamie is here, while your sister just enjoy her wine. She likes when you bring Jamie around, mostly because she sees how happy he makes you, and that is all that matters to her.

"Kind of a mean board game player love," Jamie said, smiling through it, "felt like you were targeting me."

"I was," you shrug, like it was obvious, "Kent family game night isn't for the weak."

"Oh my god," he laughed, "you're evil, woman, supposed to be nice to me." Jamie rested his head on your shoulder, making Roy grunt in disapproval, but you wrap and arm around Jamie and the two of you ignore that grumpy Kent.

"I am nice to you," you said, "I invited you here, didn't I? Let you pick the game, didn't I?"

Jamie mumbled something about you being a dickhead, but you barely hear it, you just laugh at his tone.

"I'm going to bed," Roy said, pushing his empty glass forward. "And you should too," Roy pointed at Jamie. "Trainin' tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah," Jamie muttered, "I know."

You laugh, taking Jamie's hand and leading him down the hall to your room after saying your goodnights. Jamie, being the horny, lovesick little pest he is, has his hands on you the second you're behind a closed door.

At first, you don't stop it, you let his hand drift up your sides, welcome his tongue into your mouth as he guides you back to the bed, pushing you down onto it and crawling above you with his bottom lip sucked into his mouth. You start to protest, but Jamie kisses you again, taking your hands into his and moving them above your head and holding them there, keeping you at his mercy.

"Jamie wait," you moan, body betraying you with an arched back as Jamie sucked your earlobe between his teeth, biting on it just hard enough to make you gasp softly.

"C'mon love," Jamie said, nibbling on the tender spot just below your ear, your hands held captive above your head by his. "I'll be so quiet, Roy'll never know."

"You're never quiet," you sighed, trying not give in, but stretching your neck to give him more space to work in languid, loving kisses against the curve of your neck.

"I can be," he mumbled, hands tightening around your wrists, "but I gotta baby, you gotta let me, need you so bad. Jus' fuckin' hot and bothered and it's your fault. I love when you get all loud and mean," Jamie moaned against your neck, pushing his cock into you, his hips slotted perfectly between yours. "Takin' no prisoners, baby, you're just so sexy."

"This is Roy's house," you reasoned, "he might actually kill you."

"As long as it's after I get in ya, I'll die happy."

"Jamie!"

"Shhh, lovey," Jamie pulled away, winking at you. "Now who's not being quiet."

He rolls his hips against you again, hard cock under his pants hit against you just right, shooting pleasure up your core, and you moaned, resolve fading quickly.

"Alright, fine," you give in, "but we have to be quiet."

"Quiet as a church mouse, love, I promise."

Roy's going to burn his own house down.

And he's gunna start the fire in the guest room that Jamie fucking Tartt is currently defiling Roy's little sister in. He can hear Jamie's greedy little whines through the wall and he feels sick. The two of you spent all night bickering over board games and now Jamie is grunting in Roy's spare room like the sick pervert he is.

Roy thinks he can fall asleep anyway, but all it takes is hearing you moan Jamie's name once and Roy gets up and flees from his own bed. Foul, disgusting little creatures you two were, in his house!? After family monopoly???? Freaks. You guys were fuckin' freaks. And Jamie was a dead man come morning.

"Uncle Roy?" Pheebs asked, half asleep and rubbing her eyes as Roy barges into her room.

"Scooch over," he grunts, "I'm sleeping in here with you."

"Why?"

"Cuz there's..." Monsters. Disgusting, horny little creatures. Difiling. Roy looked at Phoebe and frowned. "I had a nightmare. And I need a knight to make me feel better."

"Awh, c'mon then," she said, opening the blanket for Roy to join. "I'll keep ya safe Uncle Roy."

"Yeah, I know you will kid."

Roy closed his eyes, and Jamie's needy whines filled his imagination. The only solution was the world's thickest rope and paint. Maybe some kind of chain. Jamie's death would not be swift.

He remembers hearing you.

He might have to kill you too.

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https://www.tumblr.com/imaginingmanyfandoms/786630547221970944/brotherroy-kent-who-cries-when-he-releases-that

saw this post and it had me thinking, would kent!reader contemplate keeping the kent name or hyphenating her last name? how would jamie react to this?

i was thinking a lot about this before i answered

i feel like jamie would be borderline desperate for you guys to have the same last name. not in a patriarchal kind of way but in a way where he has this mental idea of how he wants his family to be better than what he had.

he’s already got you, who is so nice to him and will be a great mum, and he knows that he will do everything in his power to be a good dad and a supportive dad and just a present dad, for the good and the bad

and he’s such a lover boy for kent!reader that he would bend on nearly anything

but last name has to be the same across all 3 of you

so discussion would be lengthy like if you needed to hyphenate then he would also hyphenate, but he’s already famous and his nickname is his last name and the jersey, i feel like realistically it would make more sense to be the tartts

and roy would be upset but all he wants is for his sisters to be happy, he would get over it. because being a kent is a state of mind

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brother!roy kent who cries when he releases that you marrying jamie means no one’s last name will be kent except for him.

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i'm so happy you're writing for ted lasso!!! i need my fill of jamie tartt

what happens if jamie does talk about his sex life with kent!reader in the locker room???? i imagine roy has a freak out. like thrown chairs, bleach in his eyes, a small fire

posted!! :D forgot to say, posted this yesterday !

i love writing Roy having a freak out because you KNOW he was already overprotective of the little sister, and following everything that prob happened with phoebes dad? he's like a guard dog

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i have the wedding ceremony nearly done 👀 what do we want next the first time having sex or kent family fame night?

it warms my heart that people really like the tartt x kent!reader series. ill write it forever <3

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it warms my heart that people really like the tartt x kent!reader series. ill write it forever <3

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missed u soooo much bbg! Loved the newest edition to our Jamie Tartt x Kent!reader <3

THANK YOU!!! i cant even express how much I love them. i kind of started writing their wedding ceremony and 😭 hes so in love its crazy, he fell first AND harder and i love it for them

i just want to talk about them all the time

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roy's a big hairy idiot - jamie tartt x kent!reader

summary; jamie talks about your sex life in the locker room...

warnings; mentions of smut, minor violence, bloody nose

jamie tartt x kent!reader masterlist ted lasso masterlist

Jamie looks around the locker room like he's under surveillance.

There's a bit of a blurred line between what Jamie's allowed to share of your relationship, because Roy is always around, ready to strike Jamie across the head if he deems anything inappropriate for the other boys to know. Which to Roy is basically everything, to what you and Jamie do for date night to your favourite colour.

It's already hard enough on Roy when he sees Jamie sneak out of sight of Roy's office to change his shirt, Roy followed him once out of curiosity, and regretted it, being forced to learn it was because Jamie had hickeys decorating his chest or claw marks scraped into his back. Roy hadn't said anything, just pushed Jamie into the wall and stomped passed him.

Roy deemed that one his own fault, so he said nothing.

Hated Jamie a little more following that, though. And Jamie's training the next day nearly killed him. By the end of the day he was practically in the fetal position, just trying to get air in his lungs.

But Jamie had things he needed to tell Isaac. Normally, he could keep these things to himself, he didn't need any of his friends picturing you in your cute little outfits, or imagining what magic you could do with your mouth. But now, Jamie was having the best sex he's ever had in his life, and he had already been having really good sex, but he couldn't tell anyone? He had to share what he'd learned about loving someone so much that the sex became its own religion, that the bedroom became mass, and pleasuring you had become Jamie's worship.

Roy's office was empty, most the lads were gone for the day, Jamie thought he was in the clear.

"Well?" Isaac said, "c'mon you gotta give me somethin', what's it like to be with a Kent?"

"It's probably the best thing that's ever happened to me," Jamie said, sighing, "she's incredible."

"And like..." Isaac quiets his voice, "how's the shaggin'?"

"Oh it's," Jamie looks around again, "it's fucking phenomenal, like, there's nothing she can't do. And she doesn't make me wear a rubber anymore - it's like, it's like being in love unlocked like a secret, special something, and now I go fuckin' blind everytime I get to finish in 'er. And when I get her off, it's like I could bust right there without anythin' even fuckin' touchin' me, and she tastes like...."

A garbage can flies across the room, hitting the lockers by Isaac's head, and both footballers duck, hands up to protect themselves.

"Isaac!!" Roy shouts, weins in his neck look ready to burst, "get the fuck out!!!!"

Isaac doesn't say a fucking word, just scurries off, leaving Jamie to his fate.

"Let's be reasonable for a second here," Jamie says, hand up in front of him like he was trying to calm a wild animal. "I thought you'd gone home, please God mate, take a few deep breaths, I'm sorry!"

Roy takes a few quick steps and pushes Jamie as hard as he can, making him stumble back a few steps, but he stays on his feet. Roy closes the gap again, grabbing Jamie by the collar of his shirt and pulling him close, like he was ready to bite off his nose or something even more evil.

"Have you lost your fucking mind!?" Roy shouts, knuckles turning white as he fists Jamie's kit tighter.

"Ah jesus, I didn't think you were in 'ere!"

"I fucking told you! I fucking told you that you'd be dead if I heard any of that shit about... about how she..." Roy's jaw clenches so tight Jamie thinks he might break a tooth. "I should fucking kill you."

"Look I just, I can't explain it I love her so much it just feels so..."

"Don't finish that fucking sentence."

"Not like that, ye big hairy freak, it just feels so good to love someone so much, ya know? I gotta share it!"

Roy looks at Jamie for a minute, like he's thinking about it, considering it. But then he grips Jamie's shirt tighter, and yanks him close, headbutting him so hard that they both get a headache immediately. Jamie's nose is bleeding, and his eyes hurt when he blinks.

"Shit," Jamie mutters, covering his nose, trying to feel the bone. "Did'ya break it?"

"No," Roy grunts, hand on his own head. "You're fine. But I catch you talking like that again and I'll rip your heart out of your chest." Roy throws a lethal glare, and Jamie takes a step back. "I fuckin' hate you."

"What am I gunna tell 'er when I come home beaten and bloodied, eh? You think about tha'?"

But Roy is walking away, he needs an advil and he doesn't want to hear Jamie's voice anymore, Jamie talking about the way you taste is playing in his mind and he feels fucking sick, he needs music on, or sound, he needs sound.

Jamie leaves training then, just packs up his bag and heads home, where you're sitting on the couch reading, surprised Jamie's home so early. Until you see him, then a pleasant surprise turns sour, and you're rushing over to try to get a better look at him.

"It's me own fault, love." Jamie tries to calm you, but you won't have it, dragging him to the bathroom, forcing him to sit on the toilet while your clean up the dried blood around his nose.

You care for him so tenderly, and he keeps his hands on your hips, holding you while you dab a cool cloth on the bridge of his nose, checking to see if a doctor's visit is necessary. No one speaks for a minute, he just looks up at you with stars in his eyes.

You break the silence with, "what happened?"

"I kind of uh," Jamie looked around the ceiling, not really wanting to tell you he was giving Isaac the scoop of your sex life but not wanting to lie to you either. "I was telling Isaac that being in love makes the sex better and that I could bust in my pants when I eat you out and maybe... I don't know maybe Roy heard I guess, and he head butted me. Always fuckin' headbutting me." Jamie looks at you, and your face is twisted up in annoyance. "I shouldn't have said it, I just got excited. It's my own fault, I don't blame him."

"Yeah, well, Roy's a big hairy idiot, and he can't just hit you," you sigh, "but also don't talk about having sex with me at the club, Jamie. It's that easy. Just go to the pub with the lads if you have to talk about it so bad."

"You're not mad I told 'im?" Jamie asks, confused. He thought you would be disappointed.

You laugh, "you think Keeley and Rebecca don't hear every dirty detail? Keeley and I compare notes sometimes." You laugh as Jamie looks utterly shocked. "You're much better now, I think you're a better lover than you were with her."

"Yeah well," Jamie smirks, winding his arms around your waist and picking you up,as you giggle in his arms he says, "let's give you something to brag about, shall we?"

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im taking a pause from a longfic to write a short jamie tartt x kent!reader chapter - do yall want the wedding (not reception) or jamie getting caught talking about your sex life in the locker room

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ive actually been writing a storm on a longfic that isnt done at all but basically hi im here … :D

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Uh oh babe... I think you got me hooked on your Ted Lasso fics. I was consuming them day in and day out recently, and with u gone for the past few days (this is not pressure at all, you have a life outside of Tumblr i just joke joke) I've been checking your page like an addict :/ Hope life isn't being too hard on you lately <3

sweet baby angel thank you for checking in!! just had three really long work days in a row so i’ve still been writing a little but ive just been tired!! i’m off the next two days tho!! so i plan on doing some writing!! <3

jamie and kent!reader have been on my MIND

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the size of baby kent II - roy kent x reader

warnings; pregnancy (dur), giving birth, smut, roy is over protective as hell

part one; finding out + first half of pregnancy part two; second half of pregnancy + birth of baby kent part three; the first few months of baby kent's life

the size of a cantaloupe

"Will you rub my feet?" you ask, wiggling your toes on Roy's lap.

He looks up from his book, ready to say no because he's reading about what to pack in your hospital bag and he's stressed out about getting that together sooner rather than later, but he sees your pout, and looks down at your swollen ankles, and can't bring himself to deny you.

Setting the book aside, he pulls your sore foot into his hand, rubbing the soles gently, working out the muscles like he'd trained for it.

You settle deeper into the couch, watching the romcom you'd put on, and Roy just works away, looking between what he's doing and you, noticing the way your shoulders relax, and how you seem more comfortable.

"Do they hurt?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "pretty much all the time."

"I'm proud of you," he says, smiling, "doing some good work here, baby. Growing our little one, I know it hasn't been easy."

"You big softie," you coo, wiggling your toes at him. He laughs, pushing against the muscle, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to make you kick out of his hold. "Be nice!"

"I stopped what I was doing to rub your grubby little toes," he laughs, running a hand up your thigh. "You know what will really make you feel better?"

"Let me guess..." you laugh as he tugs your arm, bringing you up to sit on his lap, and you feel how hard he is through his boxers. "My feet get you that hard?"

He groans, "No, I was just thinking about how the last time we had sex on this couch I got you pregnant."

"Wanna show me how you did that?"

"My pleasure," he grunts, pulling your face down for a kiss.

His lips move against yours like he's been waiting for this all night, his tongue moves against your lip and you moan, more easily turned on in your condition.

"No teasing," you mumble, "want you in me now."

"Don't worry baby," Roy said, shuffling his boxers down to his knees, and pushing your big t-shirt out of the way. He doesn't bother taking off your panties, just moves them to the side as he lines himself up, fucking himself up into you.

You both moan as you're fully sat on him, wet and warm and tight against him. "Give you everything you want baby," he coos, holding your face in one hand and your hip in the other, helping you rock softly against him. "Just ask and it's yours."

You hover a little, letting Roy do the work of fucking you, and his hand creeps from your hip to your clit, rubbing gentle circles around the sensitive bud.

"Feels so good," you moan, "always make me feel so good."

"Show me," he orders, "show me how good, cum on my lap, yeah? Let me feel it." He kisses all over your face as he talks to you, your own features scrunched up in pleasure. "C'mon baby, show me how good and I'll show you how good."

He presses a little harder on your clit, and it's enough to snap that rubber band of pleasure in your core, and you're clenching up around him, encourage him to coat your walls with his own release.

Roy continues placing kisses over your face, as you slouch against him, his cock slowly softening inside you.

"C'mon, darling, let's go shower. I'll hold the baby up while you enjoy the water."

"You're the best man alive."

the size of an acorn squash

"Okay, mum, how are you feeling?" the doctor asks, looking at your chart as she walks into the room.

You weren't quite due for an appointment yet, but Roy had gotten really worried about the back pain you've been having, it was stopping you from sleeping. So here you were, back on the table, talking to Dr. Lalani.

Roy is beside you, tired but loving as he sweeps his thumb back and forth across your forehead, his other hand holding yours firmly.

"Tired, we're both tired," you say, "I can't sleep and Roy doesn't like falling asleep when I can't."

"Insomnia is common at this stage, and not cause for concern, I know it's hard, but this where you start napping whenever you can, if you're comfortable on the couch, sleep. And you, dad, I know it sucks but you also need to sleep," the doctor puts the chart down, and washes her hands while the ultrasound technician starts up the machines. "I know you wanted to talk about some pain in your back, let's look at that and we'll circle back to sleeping, see if the two aren't related."

You explain the pain, you talk about the pressure, and the anxiety of being a new mom, and the doctor and Roy are both listening so intently.

The ultrasound tech starts looking at the baby while you talk, and you find comfort in seeing your little one moving around.

"I don't think we're experiencing anything that threatens you or the baby," the doctor says, looking at the screen and feeling your stomach. "Baby is looking good, resting where they should be. For the next week I'd like to you try a light yoga routine a few times a day, it's very gentle, I hope that will give some relief for the pain, and it may even help you sleep."

"We'll do it together," Roy says to you, squeezing your hand tight three times.

"Good lad," Dr. Lalani says, looking up at the screen. "Now, for some fun news... would you like to know the sex of the baby?"

You look at Roy, who's nodding slightly, but as always, he's giving you the final say.

"Yes, we would."

"Congratulations, looks like you're going to have a little boy."

And Roy's crying before you even have a chance to process the news. His hands stay on you as the doctor wishes you well and leaves, telling you to book an appointment for a week from now if the yoga doesn't help. The technician cleans you up, hands you a few print outs of the ultrasound, and leaves you to get changed.

Roy's tears are running freely down his face, but he doesn't feel embarrassed, or shameful, this is the best time of his fucking life. Football glory is nothing compared to this. He helps you off the table, and step into your pants, where he pulls them up for you.

"I want to put one of these on my desk," he says, admiring the blurry picture, as you shimmy into your shirt. "I want to see this little fella every chance I get."

"Awh, love," you coo, putting a gentle hand on his cheek, thumbing away the tears.

"A little boy," he mumbles, nuzzling into your palm, "I fucking knew it."

the size of a head of lettuce

"Easy darling, just like that, push your bum out a bit.... there you go, how's that feel?"

You grunt, the easy yoga pose seems harder than it should be, but it's been helping with the aches, and you've been sleeping longer hours since you started, so there was no going back now, tyrant Roy wouldn't let you stop something that's clearly beneficial for you and the baby.

"One more pose, okay? One big back stretch and then I'll make you some french toast before I go, okay?"

Bribing you with french toast was a dirty move, but effective, as you stretch out as much as you can, holding it as Roy counts.

"Now doesn't that feel better?"

You won't look at him, which makes Roy laugh, because yes it does feel better.

As he starts on your toast, you watch him from the counter, chin in your hands as you admire him working away on your breakfast. It's easy to appreciate him, and all he does, especially when he's shirtless, making you food, and just generally taking care of you, and shirtless.

"You're handsome," you coo, "always takin' care of us."

"Well you're doing all the hard stuff, love," he says, leaving the toast to cook for a second while he comes around the counter to pull you into his arms. He kisses you on the forehead, and puts an affection hand over the baby. "And you're doing so well at it."

"Stop it, I was trying to compliment you," you whine, "you've built that lovely nursery, you cook and clean more than I do, and I just work from my computer, you actually go and train the boys all day. You're working so hard."

He smiles, kissing you on the forehead again. "I would do anything for you, both of you. So get used to it because this is what the rest of your life looks like."

He returns to the stove, but turns after a moment. "Well, couple months after the baby's born maybe we can split the cleanin' fifty-fifty again." You just hum in reply, both of you know damn well you'd be doing more now if Roy would let you.

When Roy brings two plates of food over, you're happily digging in, while he seems zoned out.

"Y'okay?" you mumbled, taking another huge bit of food.

"Season starts soon, I just... I don't want to be busy." Roy sighs, pushing some food around on his plate. "I want to be a good dad, I want to be here," he says.

"Baby," you reach out to him, taking his hand in yours. "You're going to be a great father, you already are. You take care of the little guy every chance you get." You give him a reassuring squeeze, and he's looking at you. His eyes hazy with anxiety, but he's listening, waiting for you to go on. "And we're going to do it together. I'll be right by your side every step of the way. All you have to do to be great is care, and you've got that down, my love."

He nods, closing his eyes to let your words sink in. "I love you," he says, bringing your hand up to his mouth to lay a few gentle kisses on the knuckle. "Being with you has been the greatest honour of my life. And the baby, I can't wait to meet him, I hope he's just like you."

"He'll be like us both," you say, smiling. "I've been thinking we need a name for him, I want to start calling him other than little turnip."

"Any ideas?"

"What about Jamie?"

Roy laughs, "shut the fuck up."

"What about Grant?"

He says the name out loud a couple of times, you laugh as he tries is in different tones, as if seeing how it tastes. Roy leans close to your stomach, resting his eye against the bump, holding you by your hips. "Are you a Grant, baby?"

the size of a cauliflower

Tossing and turning, whimpering, you accidentally wake up Roy. He grumbles, trying to wake up, rubbing his eyes, but when he notices your distress, his eyes snap open, and he's gently shaking you awake. Seems like a fucking crime, to wake up you after you've had the hardest time sleeping. But he's worried something's happening.

"Baby, c'mon, you're all right darling," he's cooing, moving his hands up and down your arm as you jolt awake, struggling to take in your surroundings.

You can't help the emotions flowing through you, and you're bursting into tears, letting Roy wrap you in his arms. He's talking to you so sweetly, whispering kind, loving things into your ear, letting you cry away some of the whatever had happened in your sleep.

"What's goin' on, darling? Hm? What happened?"

"What if he doesn't like me?" you whimper, tucking your head into Roy's chest.

"Oh baby," he muses, not needing to ask anymore to know what's happening, and he planted a kiss on your head, "there isn't a world where Grant comes out and doesn't love you more than anyone else. The way you take care of him? Reading to him, high fiving all his little kicks," he never stops rubbing your arms, "He already loves you. There is no one in the world you doesn't fall in love with you the moment they meet you."

"Do you really think that?"

"Do I think that... darling, I spent the first half of our relationship beating off the team."

"You were beating off the team while we were dating?"

"Oh, fucking come off it, beating away the team... I meant, oh you know what I meant, they were all trying to steal you from me. Until I set 'em all straight. Told them the next one to hit on you, even playfully, had to do 20 pushes. The one after that, 40. They didn't learn 'til 120 and their little arms started givin' out."

"But Grant isn't going to be like that, it's different. What if I'm a bad mum," your voice catches in your throat, "what if he can't wait to get away from me."

"Darlin' listen to me," Roy says in a tone that's firm and grounding, breaking you out of the slight panic you were in, "he will love you, because you will love him. You keep him safe, you've been keeping him safe for months and he'll know that. He'll know you're his mum and no one will ever love him more than you do."

"D'you think?"

"Yes darling, I think that. There isn't a person alive who I think is more fit to be a mum than you." Roy kisses against your forehead and holds you close in his arms.

He looks at the clock, he's supposed to be up in two hours for training with Jamie, but he won't take the comfort away from you. Wouldn't dream of leaving you alone to catch some more sleep. He could be tired at training, the season would be starting soon, and he was so worried about this happening when he's away. What will he do? Stay behind? Should he take a step back this season? He didn't know what to do. Didn't know how to protect you from feeling alone.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," you say. Roy looks down at you shocked, and considers you may be able to read his mind.

"No, don't ever be sorry for that. You wake me up for anything, wake me up for a cup of water, I don't mind. I'm here for you."

"I love you, Roy." You snuggle deeper into him, you let his warmth spread comfort throughout your body, you let him into your mind and soul to bring you back down. "There's no one in the world more fit to be a dad than you."

"I barely had one," he whispers, "dunno what I'm doing."

"Just do what you've been doing with Pheebs, s'no different," you murmur, "just have to love 'em and teach 'em and keep 'em safe..."

"Stop trying to comfort me and go back to sleep," he whispers into your hair, smiling against you, "my lovely girl."

the size of a bunch of broccoli

"Keeley, I love you but I am perfectly capable of walking down the steps on my own," you say, hand held tightly in hers as she guides you down the steps of the stadium.

"I know that," she defends, sneaking a look down at Roy, who's staring at the two of you, arms crossed, turned fully away from the play the boys are practicing, "but look at the way he's lookin' at us, s'fucking scary. He's like a predator tracking your every movement." Keeley shudders. "That baby is gunna be the most protected baby the country's ever seen. That includes the royal babies."

"He's a bit protective," you laugh, finally reaching the end of the world's longest staircase, or that's how it feels anyway. And Keeley lets you go, but keeps leading you through the hallways.

"Oi, baby mamma!" Jamie shouts, jogging up to you, wide smile on his face. "I'd hug ya but Roy'd probably come side tackle me before I could grab ye."

You laugh, "hey Jamie, how's pre-season treating you?"

"Ah, s'alright," Jamie smiles, walking alongside you and Keeley, "how's the baby building?"

"S'alright," you mimic, "I'm working on his eyelids now."

"Gross," Jamie laughs, "he just in there with no eyelids?"

"He doesn't just form all at once," Keeley laughs, "it's bit by bit."

"Well, finishing building the lil guy already, I want to meet 'im."

"Only nine weeks to go," you say, running a hand over the bump affectionately. "Feels like it's been years he's been in there, I don't even remember what it's like to not have Grant weighing me down."

The three of you make it to Roy's office, where you flop unceremoniously into the comfy chair Roy had brought into the office, just for you, in case you wanted to visit, he couldn't let you sit in some stiff office chair.

"There's my favourite girl!" Ted Lasso said, "Oh my, don't you look beautiful, honey. Just the bee knees, could I have the honour of touching the baby?" Ted's smile makes you smile, he's just so genuine.

"Of course, Ted. Rub the belly for luck for tomorrow's game."

"Don't mind if I do," he said, kneeling down beside you, "oh! He's kicking for me! Might have to sign him to the team, feels like a good strong kick!"

"If he's anything like his daddy, he'll play." You laugh as you feel him kick harder, like he's trying to say something. "He likes you. Might even like you more than Keeley, if that's possible."

"Hey! That's my little turnip," Keeley says, pouting. "I'm number three in his life, don't you forget it. You, Roy, and then me."

"Well it's good to know I won't be short on babysitters," you laugh, Ted raises to a stand, rubbing his hands together as if he's spreading the good luck like lotion.

"Definitely not, it's important for new parents to have time to themselves, even if it's just the length of a walk around the block," Ted says, "and I do love walkin' around the block."

"No one's takin' Grant anywhere," Roy says, pushing passed Jamie and coming to your side, kissing your cheek in greeting then rubbing a hand over your belly to greet his son. "He stays with me."

"Clingy," you say, taking on of his hands into yours, "it takes a load of my shoulders to not have to be the worried one, thanks for covering me babe." You joke and Roy just grunts in response, squeezing your hand twice quickly. Your eyes closed in a wince, trying to take a full breath but Grant is blocking your way. "I think he's tryna break out the way he's kickin' me love, I may have to go home soon instead of grab lunch with you. I think he's sitting right on my lung."

"Why don't I take you home and Jamie will bring us some kebabs and we can eat at home, huh? We can have lunch on the couch," he said.

"I'm not an uber driver," Jamie scoffed, crossing his arms, but whined when Keeley elbowed him. "Obviously I'm gunna do it! But a please would've been nice."

Roy looked at him for a moment, then looked at you wincing, then rolled his eyes. "Please."

"You make him a better man," Jamie says, bowing playfully, laughing when Keeley elbows him again. "C'mon Keels, you come with and order for everyone."

"Thanks guys, you don't have to go out of your way just for me," you say, blushing under the attention, it comes with being pregnant, you know, but there's also a guilt to it. You're not feeling great so the plan changes.

"Yes, we do, don't be silly," Keeley said, smiling in her kind, authentic way, waving your worries away, "we wanted to see you, no one cares where that is, babes."

"Just appreciate it, darlin'," Ted says, clapping your shoulder gently, like a father would, "it's your village, simple as that."

the size of a butternut squash

"Not today, right buddy?" you ask your stomach, keeled over on the couch, trying to shuffle your way into comfort. "S'too early, baby."

You'd left bed, the soft mattress was unreasonably annoying when Roy wasn't in it, and found yourself on the couch. He had an away game yesterday, and something about him being away made the braxton hicks contractions ten times worse. Maybe Grant was upset about his dad being gone, maybe you were stressed about it. Whatever it was, it'd kept you up most of the night, and now you were watching the sunrise.

Roy would be back sometime today, but it felt unbearable. It was too early to call him, although you can hear his voice in your head saying, call me baby, call me for anything, anytime.

Grant kicks again, another contraction you don't believe.

You call him.

He picks up on the first ring.

"You okay, baby? S'happening? Why aren't you asleep?" All his questions come out rush and slurred, his morning voice a raspy, panicked mess.

You're crying, you hadn't even realized until you couldn't answer.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, m'right here, can you hear me?" You hear shuffling, you picture Roy sitting on the edge of the bed, looking for his shirt, ready to run home if he has to. "Darling, please."

"Sorry," you creek out, harder than necessary to get the words out. "I couldn't sleep."

"S'okay baby, I'll be home in uh," Roy checks the clock on the bedside table, "eight hours give or take, okay? I'll see if I can wrangle them up early and head to..."

"No," you interrupt, "you can't do that. I can't come before the team."

"You will always come before the team," he says, firmly, unapologetically. "You and Grant come before anyone." Roy thinks for a moment. "And Pheebs and her mum of course, all four of ya are tied for first."

You laugh, the fake contractions subside.

"I keep scaring you," you sigh, "I don't mean to."

"Stop feeling guilty," Roy says, you hear him typing on his phone, you must be on speaker. "I'm your guy, it's my job to worry about you and love you." Something dings on his phone. "I'm catching a plane in two hours, I'll be home in four, okay? Try to take a nap and I'll be home by the time you wake up."

"Roy," you start, but he shushes you. It's soft and loving and tender.

"Don't say a thing baby, I always should've had a plane home booked." He begins packing, you hear him throwing his few things in his bag. "You put on Muppets from Space and take a nap on the couch, I'll be home to wake you up, okay?"

"Thanks baby," you sigh, settling into the couch.

Grant stops kicking.

He just wanted his daddy to come home.

"Anything for you baby, anything for him."

the size of a pineapple

The season was going well so far. You tried to come to as many games as possible, but Roy hated you being around all the commotion. The excitement seemed to negatively effect your anxiety, which was already worsened by the hormones, and Roy couldn't focus on you while the game was in full swing.

But he also knew he was just being overprotective, he knew it was something to work on. He lied to himself over and over, promised himself it would be different once Grant was born.

Picturing that bundle in his arms, just six weeks away, maybe less... there was just no way he would relax like that. How could he? His little baby.

Roy stood on his side of the pitch, Ted and Beard on either side of him. Jamie was playing better than ever, Isaac was blocking every shot on him. It should've been exciting, it should've been fun.

But he couldn't stop glancing up at the owner's box, couldn't stop checking on you to see if you were alright.

The pregnancy had gotten rough now, back pain was winning the fight, your joints hurt all the time, you had to start maternity leave early. Roy didn't want you to go back to work once Grant was here, you'd been arguing about it off and on, but Roy was convinced he'd win the fight. You were too honestly, but stubborn about it.

Roy took another deep breath, missing the action and keeping his eyes on you.

"She's okay, you know," Beard whispered, "Rebecca's right by her side."

"Yeah, but Rebecca's not me," Roy grunted, "so it's not fucking good enough."

Roy flinched when he saw you grab your stomach. Why weren't you sitting? Your poor knees. He wanted to take it all away, wanted you to feel no pain at all and him to feel it for you.

He sighs in relief when you take a seat. And when the Greyhounds win the game, he's already off the pitch, making his way to you, like he always will.

the size of a papaya

Roy is doing his final walkthrough of the nursery, he's making sure everything is stable. He pokes and prods at shelves to make sure they're safe, as if the baby is going to be hanging off of them when you guys come home.

The go bags are by the door, baby seat is secured in the backseat of the car, and Roy is refusing to go to any and all away games, in fear that labour will start without him, so he instead is there via zoom, watching a blurry screen that Beard holds surprisingly steady.

He keeps you close at all times, and when he can't, he's constantly texting you.

"I think everything is good love," he says, wiggling the side of the crib again. "We should get you to the couch, c'mon."

"I'm fine, Roy, seriously. I've been sat all day."

"But your ankles are so swollen, let's go sit together, we can cuddle before the match starts."

You want to be annoyed, you do. But it's all because he cares, he cares so much that he just wants to make sure you and the baby are safe. Every single Monday he loads you into the car, takes you to the doctor, then gets you a chocolate croissant from that bakery you like. Every Tuesday he washes your hair for you. Everyday he cooks. Everyday he cleans. He's just been so supportive and so protective.

He's going to be the best father.

So you let him lead you to the couch. You lean into his side, and his hand fans out over your stomach.

You wouldn't dare wish time away, but you do wish your baby was here already.

the size of a mini watermelon

Grant Theodore Kent is ready to come out of hiding right in the middle of a home game.

You try to keep him in there, partially out of anxiety, partially out of respect for the football match - one that you were meant to be at. But your contractions get too close together, and it's time to go to the hospital. Roy has the hospital bags in the trunk of the minivan already, safely stowed during any and all time he was away from the house so he could deliver them if need be.

His phone was either dead or on do not disturb, either way, you couldn't get through. He would be devastated if he missed the birth, he would never forgive himself and you know it.

You call his sister first, who luckily is off today and is currently rushing to get to you.

And then you call Rebecca, who doesn't answer. Then Keeley.

It must be an exciting match because no one is checking their phones.

Roy's sister barges into your house, and finds you on the couch, sweating and holding onto your bump, legs soaked and hair matted to your forehead.

You call Rebecca again from the car, and she yells over the noise, but can barely hear you.

A contraction silences you, and Roy's sister screams 'send him to hospital now!!' and the line cuts out. You pray that she heard that, but it was time to focus on Grant now.

Roy feels off.

Something is off.

He noticed you weren't up in the box earlier, but you hadn't called; so he figured you were just too tired to come to the game. But something feels... wrong. He looks up and Rebecca is pointing at her phone, waving her arms, and he sees Higgins running down the steps into the stadium, presumably to come out to the pitch.

Roy looks at his phone, and it's dead.

And he knows what's wrong.

Ignoring any and all pain in his knee, he's running faster than he has in years. He turns around, says nothing to anyone, and is sprinting as fast as possible through the halls, leaving everything he owns behind. None of it matters, nothing matters - the only thing on Earth that has ever mattered at all is getting to the hospital and not missing the birth of his little boy.

He feels sick as he's driving, he's nervous, and excited, and scared, and happy, and there's tears in his eyes, so he's speeding, but he's being careful.

Grant was coming. Grant would be here today.

And Roy was not going to miss it.

He parks crooked in the lot, and is running into hospital, sprinting as fast as he could to the front desk, shouting your name before he even got there. Doesn't say thank you when the receptionist gives him a room number, just takes off running again, ignoring the shouts for him to slow down.

He can hear you screaming as he gets closer, and both winces and rejoices, knowing it wasn't over and he hasn't missed it.

"Just in time dad," the doctor said, nurses handing Roy gloves and apparel to put on.

He comes to you first, checks on you first. His sister happily taking a backseat to everything.

"Hi love," he says, pushing wet hair off your forehead, "I'm sorry I'm late."

"I'm glad you're here," you cry, half pain and half relief. "It's happening."

"It's happening," he repeats.

He leans down to kiss your forehead. And holds your hand in his, letting you squeeze as tight as you need. He wouldn't mind if you broke his hand, it's the least he could do.

And it began. He let you cuss him out, scream, blame him, let you damn near break his fingers, and he only returned with praises, and thank yous, and nonstop words of encouragement. He was solid, he was steady. He was a brick wall to lean on after a ten mile hike.

When Grant comes into the world, there's not a dry eye in sight - save for maybe the medical staff.

Roy is sobbing, his baby being the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his fucking life. He takes his place by the doctor, cuts the cord, and the nurse takes him to clean him up for a moment, and Roy's back on you. Crying and kissing you, and you're crying, asking for Grant, smiling through tears when the nurse put the crying bundle in your arms.

Roy has a hand on each of you, one on your head, and one on the bottom of the bundle, protecting his family, always watching out for the two of you. His sister takes a few photos of the moment, then slips out to call Keeley, and let her know everything went perfectly. And go collect Pheebs from the nieghbour.

When Roy finally checks his phone a few hours larer, he sees a game report from Ted, and can't help but laugh.

"We won the match," Roy says, "Grant was born at the same time that Jamie scored a winning goal. Fuckin' figure that." Roy laughs, a bright booming smile over his features as his kisses you, then kisses Grant. "He's never gunna fucking let that go."

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youre what makes me free - jamie tartt x kent!reader

summary; the bachelor / bachelorette parties based off of this request

jamie tartt x kent!reader masterlist

warnings; lap dances, strippers (mostly mentioned - but mentioned with respect) making out, drunk reader, jamie just loves you

For the record, it was never Jamie's idea to go to a strip club.

It was Isaac's.

And Isaac was the only one who really seemed to be having a good time.

Well, him and Dani who was currently on stage with two of the girls, dancing to his heart's content. And Richard was chatting up one of the ladies on his lap and he seemed content.

Okay, everyone was having a good time. But most of it had nothing to do with the ladies, they were all just excited that next week, Jamie would be getting married. If Jamie could do it, they all could.

Roy was sitting on a pink couch, wondering why the hell he was here in the first place, arms crossed, watching... waiting...

Jaime was sitting with Colin, laughing loudly about something or other, the two of them had lost count of how many drinks he's had. He was annoyingly nonchalant about the girls who were vying for his attention, completely cavalier about the beautiful women who want to spend their time on the Jamie Tartt's lap, taking his money and his time.

But instead he's just buying drinks, laughing hard with Colin who is about equally as interested in the girls.

Jamie's respect for you is... pissing off Roy.

It's solidifying in his mind that this is the prick you're marrying, and he's... he's good to you. Good about you. Doesn't even playfully flirt anymore, not since he put that ring on your finger and promised you his life. It was weird, it was like he just decided to be a grown up.

And he'd made the choice on his own. He'd met you, and decided that no one compares, and Roy is finding it hard to blame him for that. You were one of the best people in the world, being in your orbit was an honour and privilege. And Jamie didn't seem like he was wasting it. He's been with you for years, and unless someone was keeping a secret from Roy, he hadn't really done anything to mess it up. Couple of normal fights between partners, but no catastrophic mistakes, no infidelities...

It sucks to be wrong, it sucks extra hard to be wrong about Jamie Tartt, and then have to welcome him into your fucking family.

But Roy would do anything for you.

Even be Jamie Tartt's best fucking man.

At his stupid fucking wedding.

Jaime's eyes lock with Roy's, and he whispers something to Colin before tapping their beers together and making his way over to the pink couch Roy is scowling on.

"Not having much fun, Royo?" Jamie asked, flopping onto the couch next to him. "Can I buy you a drink? A dance?" Jaime asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

Roy scoffs, as if he would accept a dance surrounded by the team. Even if the girls were gorgeous, he was the coach, and brother of the bride... it was too weird.

"Drink," Roy said, eyes lingering over to Isaac who had two girls on his lap, "you been keepin' your hands to yourself?"

Jamie laughed, "as if you haven't been watchin' the whole time, old man." Jamie ordered drinks from the next waitress that passed, ignoring the way her eyes lingered on him, he'd already moved back to talk to Roy. "I don't really want anyone 'ere," he shrugged, "jus' wanna drink with my mates then crawl into bed with my girl after." Jamie smiled, "Maybe she'll let me..." he was smirking, then he looked at Roy and his smile dropped, "nevermind."

"Good choice," Roy grunted, accepting his drink with a nod. "Why'd we come here then? I don't think she'd be mad if you got a dance, she knows we're here, right?"

"Just seemed like a right of passage honestly, like yeah, we talked abou' it but," Jamie just shrugged, took a swig of his drink, "I didn't really want her to have a lapdance, so it was only fair that I didn't have one either. Didn't really want some bloke rubbin' up on 'er." Jamie shuddered. "It's about equality."

Roy nodded, "fair enough," he took a drink, "so is her party tonight too then? I haven't spoken to her in a few days, she's been so stressed with the wedding I've been scared to call."

"Nah, we decided on different days so we would each have a getaway driver if we need one," Jamie laughed, "don't tell Isaac but she's picking me up later."

"Jesus christ," Roy muttered, "you guys are really like a team, huh?"

"I've been tellin' you Royo, she's good to me and I'm good to 'er!" Jamie held his drink up for Roy to cheers, and in surprise of them both, Roy clinked his bottle. "Sorry I'm making her a Tartt. You'll get used to it."

"No, I don't fucking think I will, thanks."

The two looked towards the stage, where Isaac and Richard had joined Dani on the stage, Colin locked eyes with Jamie and nodded up there with them.

"Coming? It'll be a laugh!"

"Fuck no," Roy groaned, "but have fun."

Jamie smiles sincerely, he thinks Roy even means that. Jamie chugs the rest of his drink, burps, then scampers off to join the boys on stage. Roy laughs quietly, if that's the worst Jamie does at his bachelor party, get on stage and dance like an idiot while a bunch of grown ass men chant, Jamie Tartt do do do do do, then he'll probably be a pretty okay husband.

"C'mon!!" Keeley shouted, "let's have another shot before I get the surprise for you!"

The bar was full, and you guys were drinking in a smaller VIP room, blocked off from the rest of the club. It was perfect, you could go dance with the crowd then you could all file back into the room to sit and drink and get away from all the strangers.

"I'll do a shot but Keeley seriously, it can't be a stripper!" you were shouting to be heard over the music, "we agreed on no lap dances."

"It'll be alright, you turnip! Just trust me will ya?" Keeley doesn't let you speak, just feeds you another shot then straightens out your sash.

She sits you on a comfy chair sat right in the middle of the room, a set up. This was a set up. Before you can get up, Keeley pushes you right back down.

"It's important to have a lap dance at your bachelorette!" she said, "so I figured a way around Jamie's preference!"

Before you could argue, Rebecca pulled the door open. Nothing happened for a moment, but then you're laughing, you're laughing and clapping and overjoyed because you're so drunk, and your fiancé, just came in the room, wearing gold shorts and a half sized gold vest with a little tie and everything. He had a pink boa around his neck, and his hair was perfect tousled, and you just wanted to get your hands in it.

Everyone was cheering. Sassy was exploding with joy, watching the footballer start his sexy little trot towards you, while Keeley and Rebecca giggled like school girls watching the whole scene unfold. The rest of your friends were gathered, watching in awe as the sexiest man on the football team waltz over to you. Well, sexiest footballer was an open debate but to you, there was only one clear answer.

"Jamie!" you squealed, grabby hands held out to him in full force making him laugh, "what're you doing here?"

"Keeley said I'd be depriving you of a womanly experience at your bachelorette," he said, taking the boa off himself and putting it around your neck. "And I couldn't to do that to ya, love."

There were claps and cheers all around as Jamie straddles your lap, gyrating like the little Tartt he was, unashamed to be doing this in front of your friends.

He had this whole bit planned, where he would say, 'uh, you're not allowed to touch the dancers darling,' if you tried to touch him, but as your fingers trailed down his abs, he couldn't bring himself to do it, he didn't want you to stop. He'd fuck you in front of everyone here if you'd let him.

Your smile fueled him, as always. Made him feel like he could do fucking anything. His hips kept twirling in your lap, like he'd practiced what to do, and he held your face in his hands, gently, like he was holding something precious, which to him, he was. The whole world was in his hands. And then he kissed you, making everyone in the room scream and cheer. They were watching a romantic movie kiss. You and Jamie kissed so lovingly, and deeply, that you had all the girls yearning.

Not to make anyone jealous, but you were about to marry the sexiest footballer in town, and he was kissing you like there was no one else in the room.

"We should go before they start shaggin'," Sassy said, "but I also don't really want to look away."

"Five minutes!" Keeley shouted, "then we come back in to get the bride, this party isn't for you!" The girls started filing out of the room, several taking shameless glances at Jamie's thick thighs on their way by. "No shagging in here!"

Jamie pulled away from the kiss after everyone had left. "You look beautiful tonight."

"Thanks baby," you said, eyes opening slowly, "you look very sexy, like a sexy little genie or something."

"You knoooow," Jamie said, standing up but leaning over towards you, perfectly angled for a kiss but speaking in a hush tone instead, "we said no lap dances, so I didn't get one, but you did."

You open your mouth for some snippy retort about how Jamie had set you up, but you're cut off by your own squeal as Jamie picks you up and slides under you, pulling you back onto him with ease.

"My turn," he says, and you can practically hear him smirking.

You obey, you roll your hips against his in a way you know drives him crazy. You know he'll regret starting this when Keeley comes to collect you, and you know she will, as your party isn't close to over, and you don't want it to be. You want to dance with your girls longer.

"I'm having fun," you giggled, grinding your ass slowly over Jamie's now growing bulge as he grips your hips, head thrown back in pleasure. He thinks he could come from this alone, he also thinks he'll be asking for lap dances from you from now on. "Did you enjoy your last night of freedom?" you ask.

Jamie leans his head back up, and circles his hands around your waist, pulling you tighter into him, stilling you. His nose tickles your hairline above your ear as he whispers, "You're what makes me free, love. I wasn't free 'til I had you."

You turned around, straddling him like he'd done to you, his arms still secure around your back, tightening again after letting you move around.

You continue to roll your hips, against his rock hard length, one hand flat on his collarbone, fingers tickling the base of his neck, while the other sneaks into his hair, massaging his scalp and encouraging a moan out of him, and that's when you kiss him, tongue rolling into his mouth right away, catching him off guard but not for long, and he's kissing you back, deeper, harder, holding you against him so tightly it's like he wants to become one.

"Hey!!" is shouted from the door, and a drunk Keeley is pointing angrily, "this party is about her! Not you, ya horny bastard. C'mon babes, we're dancing. Jamie," she points at him, as she's pulling you off, directing you out the door. She pauses when she sees his obvious erection. "Shame on you. Go home!"

Jamie doesn't go home.

He throws on joggers and a hoodie and waits in his car until the club closes, and you, Keeley and Rebecca stumble over yourselves leaving the bar. He smiles, you've been stressed trying to plan the wedding, and Jamie's been a great help but it's been a lot, and seeing you let loose and smile makes him happy. He honks the horn, and you all cheer.

"I texted you so soon ago!" you slur, hugging Jamie tightly when he gets out of the car to help you all in.

"I always know when my lady needs me," he says, holding out his hand to help Rebecca into the car, and then Keeley, all while you hold your arms around him tightly. "C'mon, you're next, ya drunk little thing, you."

He's patience incarnate as he guides you to the passenger seat, and makes sure your seatbelt is done up, and just smiles and obeys when you pout and ask for a kiss. Rebecca is already asleep, but Keeley is just watching from the backseat, sincere smile on her face at the two of you.

Rebecca gets dropped off first, and Jamie and Keeley bring her into the house, where Keeley decides she better just stay. And then the two of you are alone in the car, and Jamie has his hand on your thigh, driving slowly and nodding along you every drunk thing you babble, like it's all been very important information.

"I used to thin' you only asked me out all the time to bug Royo," you slur, placing your hand on top of Jamie's. "But I was wrong."

Jamie laughs, "yes, you were very wrong."

You thread your fingers through his, holding his hands tightly. You look at his profile, focused on the road but taking a peak in your direction occasionally.

"Jamie?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I think you might be the best thing to ever happen to me."

Jamie's heart swells, and his throat is tight. And even drunk you're the sweetest thing in the world, and he just squeezes your hand in answer, smiling, and stealing a glance at you. You're looking out the window now, eyelids getting heavy and harder to fight.

And Jamie thinks this is probably what life is all about.

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BETCHHHHHHH! the bachelor/bachelorette fic was sooo good, way better than what I envisioned (I'm the anon that requested :p)! and right on time too, was about to go to sleep but just had to do one last check before going nighty night. You r so quick with it! Thank you and keep up the amazing work!!!!!!!

im at the jamie tartt x kent!reader FACTORY puttin’ in WORK hahahaha

theyre easier to put out than anything else i feel, because they’re just so much fun to write, that I can do it for hours

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youre what makes me free - jamie tartt x kent!reader

summary; the bachelor / bachelorette parties based off of this request

jamie tartt x kent!reader masterlist

warnings; lap dances, strippers (mostly mentioned - but mentioned with respect) making out, drunk reader, jamie just loves you

For the record, it was never Jamie's idea to go to a strip club.

It was Isaac's.

And Isaac was the only one who really seemed to be having a good time.

Well, him and Dani who was currently on stage with two of the girls, dancing to his heart's content. And Richard was chatting up one of the ladies on his lap and he seemed content.

Okay, everyone was having a good time. But most of it had nothing to do with the ladies, they were all just excited that next week, Jamie would be getting married. If Jamie could do it, they all could.

Roy was sitting on a pink couch, wondering why the hell he was here in the first place, arms crossed, watching... waiting...

Jaime was sitting with Colin, laughing loudly about something or other, the two of them had lost count of how many drinks he's had. He was annoyingly nonchalant about the girls who were vying for his attention, completely cavalier about the beautiful women who want to spend their time on the Jamie Tartt's lap, taking his money and his time.

But instead he's just buying drinks, laughing hard with Colin who is about equally as interested in the girls.

Jamie's respect for you is... pissing off Roy.

It's solidifying in his mind that this is the prick you're marrying, and he's... he's good to you. Good about you. Doesn't even playfully flirt anymore, not since he put that ring on your finger and promised you his life. It was weird, it was like he just decided to be a grown up.

And he'd made the choice on his own. He'd met you, and decided that no one compares, and Roy is finding it hard to blame him for that. You were one of the best people in the world, being in your orbit was an honour and privilege. And Jamie didn't seem like he was wasting it. He's been with you for years, and unless someone was keeping a secret from Roy, he hadn't really done anything to mess it up. Couple of normal fights between partners, but no catastrophic mistakes, no infidelities...

It sucks to be wrong, it sucks extra hard to be wrong about Jamie Tartt, and then have to welcome him into your fucking family.

But Roy would do anything for you.

Even be Jamie Tartt's best fucking man.

At his stupid fucking wedding.

Jaime's eyes lock with Roy's, and he whispers something to Colin before tapping their beers together and making his way over to the pink couch Roy is scowling on.

"Not having much fun, Royo?" Jamie asked, flopping onto the couch next to him. "Can I buy you a drink? A dance?" Jaime asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

Roy scoffs, as if he would accept a dance surrounded by the team. Even if the girls were gorgeous, he was the coach, and brother of the bride... it was too weird.

"Drink," Roy said, eyes lingering over to Isaac who had two girls on his lap, "you been keepin' your hands to yourself?"

Jamie laughed, "as if you haven't been watchin' the whole time, old man." Jamie ordered drinks from the next waitress that passed, ignoring the way her eyes lingered on him, he'd already moved back to talk to Roy. "I don't really want anyone 'ere," he shrugged, "jus' wanna drink with my mates then crawl into bed with my girl after." Jamie smiled, "Maybe she'll let me..." he was smirking, then he looked at Roy and his smile dropped, "nevermind."

"Good choice," Roy grunted, accepting his drink with a nod. "Why'd we come here then? I don't think she'd be mad if you got a dance, she knows we're here, right?"

"Just seemed like a right of passage honestly, like yeah, we talked abou' it but," Jamie just shrugged, took a swig of his drink, "I didn't really want her to have a lapdance, so it was only fair that I didn't have one either. Didn't really want some bloke rubbin' up on 'er." Jamie shuddered. "It's about equality."

Roy nodded, "fair enough," he took a drink, "so is her party tonight too then? I haven't spoken to her in a few days, she's been so stressed with the wedding I've been scared to call."

"Nah, we decided on different days so we would each have a getaway driver if we need one," Jamie laughed, "don't tell Isaac but she's picking me up later."

"Jesus christ," Roy muttered, "you guys are really like a team, huh?"

"I've been tellin' you Royo, she's good to me and I'm good to 'er!" Jamie held his drink up for Roy to cheers, and in surprise of them both, Roy clinked his bottle. "Sorry I'm making her a Tartt. You'll get used to it."

"No, I don't fucking think I will, thanks."

The two looked towards the stage, where Isaac and Richard had joined Dani on the stage, Colin locked eyes with Jamie and nodded up there with them.

"Coming? It'll be a laugh!"

"Fuck no," Roy groaned, "but have fun."

Jamie smiles sincerely, he thinks Roy even means that. Jamie chugs the rest of his drink, burps, then scampers off to join the boys on stage. Roy laughs quietly, if that's the worst Jamie does at his bachelor party, get on stage and dance like an idiot while a bunch of grown ass men chant, Jamie Tartt do do do do do, then he'll probably be a pretty okay husband.

"C'mon!!" Keeley shouted, "let's have another shot before I get the surprise for you!"

The bar was full, and you guys were drinking in a smaller VIP room, blocked off from the rest of the club. It was perfect, you could go dance with the crowd then you could all file back into the room to sit and drink and get away from all the strangers.

"I'll do a shot but Keeley seriously, it can't be a stripper!" you were shouting to be heard over the music, "we agreed on no lap dances."

"It'll be alright, you turnip! Just trust me will ya?" Keeley doesn't let you speak, just feeds you another shot then straightens out your sash.

She sits you on a comfy chair sat right in the middle of the room, a set up. This was a set up. Before you can get up, Keeley pushes you right back down.

"It's important to have a lap dance at your bachelorette!" she said, "so I figured a way around Jamie's preference!"

Before you could argue, Rebecca pulled the door open. Nothing happened for a moment, but then you're laughing, you're laughing and clapping and overjoyed because you're so drunk, and your fiancé, just came in the room, wearing gold shorts and a half sized gold vest with a little tie and everything. He had a pink boa around his neck, and his hair was perfect tousled, and you just wanted to get your hands in it.

Everyone was cheering. Sassy was exploding with joy, watching the footballer start his sexy little trot towards you, while Keeley and Rebecca giggled like school girls watching the whole scene unfold. The rest of your friends were gathered, watching in awe as the sexiest man on the football team waltz over to you. Well, sexiest footballer was an open debate but to you, there was only one clear answer.

"Jamie!" you squealed, grabby hands held out to him in full force making him laugh, "what're you doing here?"

"Keeley said I'd be depriving you of a womanly experience at your bachelorette," he said, taking the boa off himself and putting it around your neck. "And I couldn't to do that to ya, love."

There were claps and cheers all around as Jamie straddles your lap, gyrating like the little Tartt he was, unashamed to be doing this in front of your friends.

He had this whole bit planned, where he would say, 'uh, you're not allowed to touch the dancers darling,' if you tried to touch him, but as your fingers trailed down his abs, he couldn't bring himself to do it, he didn't want you to stop. He'd fuck you in front of everyone here if you'd let him.

Your smile fueled him, as always. Made him feel like he could do fucking anything. His hips kept twirling in your lap, like he'd practiced what to do, and he held your face in his hands, gently, like he was holding something precious, which to him, he was. The whole world was in his hands. And then he kissed you, making everyone in the room scream and cheer. They were watching a romantic movie kiss. You and Jamie kissed so lovingly, and deeply, that you had all the girls yearning.

Not to make anyone jealous, but you were about to marry the sexiest footballer in town, and he was kissing you like there was no one else in the room.

"We should go before they start shaggin'," Sassy said, "but I also don't really want to look away."

"Five minutes!" Keeley shouted, "then we come back in to get the bride, this party isn't for you!" The girls started filing out of the room, several taking shameless glances at Jamie's thick thighs on their way by. "No shagging in here!"

Jamie pulled away from the kiss after everyone had left. "You look beautiful tonight."

"Thanks baby," you said, eyes opening slowly, "you look very sexy, like a sexy little genie or something."

"You knoooow," Jamie said, standing up but leaning over towards you, perfectly angled for a kiss but speaking in a hush tone instead, "we said no lap dances, so I didn't get one, but you did."

You open your mouth for some snippy retort about how Jamie had set you up, but you're cut off by your own squeal as Jamie picks you up and slides under you, pulling you back onto him with ease.

"My turn," he says, and you can practically hear him smirking.

You obey, you roll your hips against his in a way you know drives him crazy. You know he'll regret starting this when Keeley comes to collect you, and you know she will, as your party isn't close to over, and you don't want it to be. You want to dance with your girls longer.

"I'm having fun," you giggled, grinding your ass slowly over Jamie's now growing bulge as he grips your hips, head thrown back in pleasure. He thinks he could come from this alone, he also thinks he'll be asking for lap dances from you from now on. "Did you enjoy your last night of freedom?" you ask.

Jamie leans his head back up, and circles his hands around your waist, pulling you tighter into him, stilling you. His nose tickles your hairline above your ear as he whispers, "You're what makes me free, love. I wasn't free 'til I had you."

You turned around, straddling him like he'd done to you, his arms still secure around your back, tightening again after letting you move around.

You continue to roll your hips, against his rock hard length, one hand flat on his collarbone, fingers tickling the base of his neck, while the other sneaks into his hair, massaging his scalp and encouraging a moan out of him, and that's when you kiss him, tongue rolling into his mouth right away, catching him off guard but not for long, and he's kissing you back, deeper, harder, holding you against him so tightly it's like he wants to become one.

"Hey!!" is shouted from the door, and a drunk Keeley is pointing angrily, "this party is about her! Not you, ya horny bastard. C'mon babes, we're dancing. Jamie," she points at him, as she's pulling you off, directing you out the door. She pauses when she sees his obvious erection. "Shame on you. Go home!"

Jamie doesn't go home.

He throws on joggers and a hoodie and waits in his car until the club closes, and you, Keeley and Rebecca stumble over yourselves leaving the bar. He smiles, you've been stressed trying to plan the wedding, and Jamie's been a great help but it's been a lot, and seeing you let loose and smile makes him happy. He honks the horn, and you all cheer.

"I texted you so soon ago!" you slur, hugging Jamie tightly when he gets out of the car to help you all in.

"I always know when my lady needs me," he says, holding out his hand to help Rebecca into the car, and then Keeley, all while you hold your arms around him tightly. "C'mon, you're next, ya drunk little thing, you."

He's patience incarnate as he guides you to the passenger seat, and makes sure your seatbelt is done up, and just smiles and obeys when you pout and ask for a kiss. Rebecca is already asleep, but Keeley is just watching from the backseat, sincere smile on her face at the two of you.

Rebecca gets dropped off first, and Jamie and Keeley bring her into the house, where Keeley decides she better just stay. And then the two of you are alone in the car, and Jamie has his hand on your thigh, driving slowly and nodding along you every drunk thing you babble, like it's all been very important information.

"I used to thin' you only asked me out all the time to bug Royo," you slur, placing your hand on top of Jamie's. "But I was wrong."

Jamie laughs, "yes, you were very wrong."

You thread your fingers through his, holding his hands tightly. You look at his profile, focused on the road but taking a peak in your direction occasionally.

"Jamie?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I think you might be the best thing to ever happen to me."

Jamie's heart swells, and his throat is tight. And even drunk you're the sweetest thing in the world, and he just squeezes your hand in answer, smiling, and stealing a glance at you. You're looking out the window now, eyelids getting heavy and harder to fight.

And Jamie thinks this is probably what life is all about.