#Roy Kent

[thwipped]

uncle roy doodle page

[lunar-years]

Twitter people are very upset about this. I, however, am chuckling.

[lasshoe]

seated for challengers

[goodmorninglovelies42]

There’s a scene in Criminal Minds where an HR rep comes to give a presentation on sexual harassment in the workplace and it’s clearly based on actual behavior from Morgan and Garcia.

So now I’m imagining a similar situation with Roy and Jamie. All of Richmond AFC sitting through mandatory harassment training when the slide comes up of “Examples of Innapropriate Behaviour” and it’s like:

1. Asking coworkers to tie strings around their genitalia

2. Tying colleagues to a bicycle and yelling “mush”

3. Making employees repeat degrading remarks about their own appearance

And Roy’s just like:

[snailpicnic]

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Everything Will Bring a Chain of Love

Request: "It would be so fun if you name it after me!" "No, it wouldn't." where it’s one of the Greyhounds other than Jamie trying to convince Roy and the wife of your choosing

I already miss Roy and Bucky, so this is a little blurb about their sweet future together!

0.8k words Warnings: Language, pregnancy, absolute fluffffffffffff

Something There Masterlist

“To Baby Kent!” Jamie called out at the end of his little speech- the one Roy begged him not to do and Bucky insisted on- and raised his glass.

“Baby Kent!” everyone gathered in the Kents’ backyard echoed, amid shouts of laugher and little cheers.

It was a bit of an unconventional baby shower, Roy admitted to himself. Rather than a party populated by women in summery dresses sipping lemonade and cooing over baby clothes, Bucky’s baby shower was attended by athletes who drank beers and took the shower games a bit too seriously.

Roy turned to his wife now, wrapping an arm around her. “How is Baby Kent?” he hummed as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Bucky smiled and dragged Roy’s hand down to her round belly. “Kicking up a storm,” she said with a playful eyeroll. “She’s already training for the 2040 Olympics.”

“I am never going to win an argument again,” he growled playfully, “when both of you have Olympic gold.”

Her laughter warmed his heart. “Would you have it any other way, Kent?”

Before Roy could assure her that no, he absolutely fucking wouldn’t, the couple found themselves dragged over to a corner of the yard where several Greyhounds and Whippets were gathered. Roy felt got a fuzzy little feeling in his chest as he gazed at the assembled group, his weird little family. This was the life he and Bucky had built together, a life filled with these big smiles from people who were tied together by a love of football. A life where these same people came over for dinners, travelled to matches and holidays together, and now came to his and his wife’s baby shower. It was something he wouldn’t have imagined before Bucky, and something he now couldn’t imagine his life without.

Isaac spoke up, interrupting Roy’s musings. “Alright, we’re tired of waiting,” he announced. “Coach Buck said you guys still don’t have a name for Baby Kent, so we’ve come up with some ideas for you guys.”

“Oh, this should be good,” Bucky snorted, tugging Roy close to herself. Roy simply chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.

The group took turns offering up their ideas- foreign names neither manager could pronounce, trendy names that the couple had already privately wrinkled their noses at, book and movie characters that meant nothing to them. Every suggestion was met with polite nods and tight smiles from the new parents, both secretly waiting to be alone so they could tell the other one little word: “No.”

Finally, Dani stepped forward, looking particularly proud. “Dani,” he said simply.

Bucky shot Roy a quizzical look before turning back to the Greyhound. “That’s your name,” she reminded him.

“I know,” he chuckled, all smiles and sunshine. “It would be so fun if you name her after me!”

“No,” Roy said flatly. “It wouldn’t.” His voice brightened. “Besides, she’s already got a name.”

Before the group could ask what it was, Bucky whirled around to look at Roy with narrowed eyes. “Oh, she does, does she, Coach?” the very pregnant coach scoffed at her husband.

The footballers braced themselves for a fight, remembering the bickering they’d witnessed before the two managers finally got together. They were ready for the shouts and swears, and a good heaping of sexual tension. A few of them were already grimacing at the memories of the arguments that echoed around the Dog Track during those first tumultuous months.

“’course she does,” Roy hummed, reaching down to rub Buck’s belly. “It’s Brandi. For Brandi Chastain,” he clarified unnecessarily.

There it was, that wide, red-lipped smile, the one that still sent Roy’s heart into overdrive. She wrapped her arms around Roy, pulling him as close as her stomach would allow. He chuckled and returned the embrace tightly.

“We like the name?” he whispered into her hair, allowing himself to forget about the fact that their teams were watching them. All he wanted to think about right now- alright forever- was his little family.

Bucky pulled back, revealing the tears in her eyes- a rare sight. “We fucking love the name,” she assured him. She tugged him towards herself so she could kiss his lips. “She’s got no choice but to wear the number six now.”

The two held each other, lost in their little world, thinking of the precious little girl that would be coming soon, whose first word would be ‘fuck’, who’d be kicking a football the moment she could walk, who’d grow up on the pitch, with the loudest parents in the world. A little girl who would be so loved- by her parents, by two football squads- it was ridiculous.

Dani cleared his throat, bringing the new parents out of their daydreams. “Or,” he said pointedly. “Maybe we could revisit the name Dani?”

[mitskijamie]

Roy = gay son, Keeley = thot daughter, Jamie = gay thot sondaughter

[izzyspussy]

ficwip word: motion

Jamie walks on his knees across the pitch, watches with a thrill and a spike of heat as Roy's jaw drops. He's speechless, motionless, when Jamie comes to kneel between his feet. Speechless, motionless, and - when Jamie sneaks a glance before averting his eyes respectfully back to Roy's face - hard.

from take away the glass, currently 54k

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[roykentschesthair]

Roy Kent admitting that “all” he can think about when kissing Keeley is Jamie makes me feral.

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if Roy is trying to fuck Jamie through Keeley.

Like a weird psycho-sexual hetero-acceptable way to fuck Jamie.

I don’t even have the thought fully fleshed out (and this is in no way meant to disparage Keeley, I adore her) but I can’t help but think about it more than is healthy

[instantcaramel]

[anya-chalotra]

#i’ll take the ambiguous but domestic ot3 happily ever after, thanks

[billy-crudup]

TED LASSO 3.10 | International Break

[goodmorninglovelies42]

Being an ot3 shipper today is like being in the middle of a battlefield between RoyKeeley and RoyJamie shippers. Guys, we don’t need to fight! We can have it ALL.

[lilalbatross]

[chrrispine]

TED LASSO

4-5-1 (3x03)

[jeremyknoxs]

happy sexy december 28th ♡