#his attention's still on/featuring roy

[elloras]

Ted Lasso: Sunflowers

[guilty-pleasures21]

The biology professor

Just a random thought I had about Bully!Jason x Shy!Reader who's his biology professor in university.

Warnings: explicit description of sex including blowjob (f receiving) and penetration (p in v).

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     Jason sighed as he dumped his bag on the ground and sank into the seat next to his friend. Roy raised an eyebrow, amused by Jason’s irritation, then returned his attention to his laptop. “What’s wrong, Jay? I thought you loved biology?” 

     Jason shot him an exasperated look as he folded his arms across his chest. He’d only taken this class because Roy had promised him that everyone passed the class. Roy slid his gaze over to him and snickered when he saw the irritated look on his face. 

     “Oh, my bad. You just love our biology professor,” Roy corrected, glancing over at their adorable little professor. She straightened from behind her laptop and Jason’s lips curled at the ends when he saw her pretty face. She was so cute with her round eyes and her curly hair and her small frame. And she was so sweet too, always making sure to pay extra attention to those struggling in her class. It was no wonder all her students were half in love with her. Jason glanced around the room, taking in their class. And that more than half her class was male. 

     “Am I late?! What did I miss?!” Wally breathed out, rushing into the hall and collapsing into the seat on Jason’s other side. His hair was dishevelled and his clothes rumpled, like he’d just woken up then tossed them on before running to class. Jason sighed and folded his arms across his chest. 

     “You’re always late, Wally,” he replied, turning his attention back to their professor. Roy leaned over him to speak to Wally. 

     “You didn’t miss anything,” he reassured him. “Just Jay’s huge crush on our adorable little professor.” Jason frowned at him, but Wally scoffed in amusement as he pulled his tablet out of his bag. 

     “Yeah. You and everyone else in this hall,” he mumbled, causing Jason’s frown to deepen even further. He glanced around the hall, studying the many admiring gazes trained on their professor, and shifted in his seat, disgruntled. He’d have to do something about that later.

     Her lips widened into a grin as she passed Jason back his test paper. 

     “Good job, Jason! I’m really proud of you!” she praised him. He’d improved so much since the first tutoring session she’d given him, and he seemed to have developed a real interest in the subject as well. It was just too bad that he still had trouble keeping his temper under control, she lamented, noting the bruises around his knuckles. But hopefully they’d find a way to overcome that too. 

     Jason’s lips curled into a tiny smirk as he let his eyes trail over his professor’s sweet features. God, she was cute when she smiled at him like that. Tony had absolutely deserved the beating he’d gotten, saying all those lewd things he’d said about her. Jason twirled a strand of her hair around his finger from where he’d slung his arm over the back of her chair. “What can I say? I had a good teacher.” 

     X lowered her gaze as she bit down on her smile. “Thanks. So, um, was there anything else you wanted me to go through today?” 

     She tapped her pen on the table as she waited for his response, her dark eyes round and questioning as she lifted her gaze back to his. Jason felt his heart pick up its pace: this was it, this was his chance. 

     “Uh, yeah, actually,” he agreed carefully. “I was wondering if you could teach me a little more about the reproductive system?” She froze at his question, not expecting the request. But it was a chapter that would come up later in the course anyway. Maybe he just wanted to get a headstart? 

     “Um, okay!” She turned back to his textbook to flip it back to the contents page. “Let me just find the-” 

     Jason placed a hand on the book, stopping her in her tracks. X looked up at him, her brows furrowed in confusion, and he pressed his lips together to keep from flashing her a wicked grin. “Not like that. You always said I was more of a … What did you call it? The kind of person who learns better by doing things?” 

     “A kinetic learner!” X jumped in quickly, understanding what he was talking about. Jason’s lips curled at the ends at her enthusiasm. How did she become a professor at such a young age? And how the hell was she still single? So cute and sweet and effing hot as she was. 

     “Right,” he replied slowly, spreading his legs a little wider apart and leaning back in his seat. “So, I was wondering if we could have a more ‘kinetic’ lesson.” 

     She swallowed hard as her gaze fell to his thick and muscular thighs. Then she pulled her eyes back up to his, embarrassed by the direction in which her thoughts had headed. “Um, okay. So … what do you want to know?” 

     He leaned forward and ran his fingers through her hair, admiring the silkiness of her curly locks. “Well, I … I’d learn to learn more about sex. Like, how does it happen? How does it work? Between two people.”

     She squeezed her legs together as he played with her hair, her body getting excited by hearing the word fall from his mouth. But he was her student, for goodness’ sake! He just … wanted to be prepared for their future classes. She shifted towards him slightly and gestured to her body, staunchly avoiding his gaze. “Um, so, women actually have three openings in their pelvic area. There’s-

     “Not like that, prof,” Jason interrupted her, his lips curling into that irresistible smirk again. X felt her cheeks heat up at the look on his face - at the teasing tone in his voice as he addressed her by that term. Then she lowered her gaze away again and began fidgeting with her fingers. Jason snickered at her reaction and brushed his fingers along the back of her neck. “There’s this girl that I really like. And I’d like to know how to … take care of her. Could you teach me that? Professor?”

     X clenched her muscles to stop the shiver running down her spine at the gruff tone of his voice. 

     “Um, okay. But, um, I guess … Should we … go to my bed?” she suggested nervously, sneaking a glance at him to gauge his reaction. Jason gestured for her to lead the way, then stood up to follow behind her as she walked to her bedroom. She took a cautious seat on the end of her bed and Jason sank into it beside her. “Um, so, I guess you could start with foreplay?”

     Jason raised an eyebrow in question, pretending he had no idea what she was talking about, and X shifted her body to face him, her nerves disappearing as she went into ‘professor-mode’. 

     “So, foreplay is like kissing and touching and that kind of stuff. Just to warm you and your partner up so you can get in the mood a little more?” she explained matter-of-factly. “It’s also a good chance for you to just appreciate one another and make the other person feel desired.”

     Jason nodded in understanding and narrowed his eyes as if he was thinking about it. “Okay. So … how would that work?”

     “Um, well, so … some people have kinks? Like, um, roleplay or bondage or …” X’s eyes widened midway through her explanation and she waved her hands in front of her face. “But you don’t have to do that! You can always just go for the classic kissing and stuff.” 

     She shrugged, like it was no big deal, and Jason inched closer to her. “Hmm. Could you show me? Just so I can get a better understanding?”

     “Um, okay.” X shuffled closer to him, then leaned forward and closed her eyes, puckering her lips slightly as she waited. Jason grinned and cupped her cheek in his hand as he leaned forward to press his lips to hers. He brushed his tongue against her closed mouth and she parted her lips in response, allowing him to slide between them and stroke her tongue with his. She let out a little moan at the taste of him and Jason smiled before sliding his hand down to her waist and tugging at her. X twisted her legs to get closer to him and Jason groaned as she ran her palm up his chest and to his shoulder. She gasped as he grabbed her waist and pulled her up onto his lap, his mouth never leaving hers. Then she shuddered when he slid his hands beneath her shirt and up her back.

     He nipped at her lower lip as he dragged his fingers down her back and she let out a little squeak at the action. God, she was cute. Jason squeezed her waist appreciatively, delighting in her perfect curves, and moved his lips to her neck. “You’re such a good kisser, professor.” 

     She tightened her grip on his shoulders and squeezed her legs together, her body starting to heat up at the intimate way he was touching her and moving his lips along her skin. “T-Thank you.”

     He chuckled at her nervous squeak and X shivered as the low vibrations of the sound rumbled against her neck. Jason moaned and glided his hands up her sides as he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. “So. What’s next?”

     X whimpered as he nipped at her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin teasingly. What were they supposed to be doing again? “Um, we’d … You can … start taking … our clothes off?”

     “Mmm,” Jason hummed in excitement as he pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck. Then he straightened to pull her shirt off. His eyes darkened with lust when he saw her almost completely bare before him. He ran his hands up and down her sides and swallowed hard as his gaze travelled over her body. “Prof, can I … Can I just …”

     Jason tugged her hips closer to his and dipped his head between her breasts to press a kiss there. He trailed his lips down her chest then pulled on the waistband of her bra with his teeth. X sucked in a breath when he released it, allowing the band to snap against her skin and cloud her thoughts with arousal. He was so good, but her mind had become much too drowsy with lust for her to realise that he’d probably been lying about not knowing anything about sex. Jason grinned at the dazed look on her face, then unclasped her bra and slid it off of her. 

     “F*ck,” he breathed, taking in the sight of her beautiful body. She was even more gorgeous than he’d imagined - than any of them had probably imagined - and he couldn’t believe that he was the lucky one who got to taste her. He reached up to cup her breasts in his hands, then groaned at the feeling of her soft flesh between his fingers. “What should I do now, professor?” 

     Her toes curled at the gruff sound of his voice and her nipples tingled as he brought his mouth closer to them, his warm breath drifting over her skin teasingly. She shifted in position as she felt the arousal starting to leak out of her and Jason chuckled lowly against her chest. “J-Jason …” 

     F******ck. To hear her say his name like that? His name? When more than half the students in her class had dreamed about f*cking her at some point or another? Shit. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, tickling her lightly, and she rolled her hips against his involuntarily. 

     “Argh, f*ck!” he growled, feeling his cock start to harden in excitement. 

     “Ah! J-Jason!” his pretty little professor whined, grinding herself against him as he closed his mouth around her breast and sucked on her thirstily. He squeezed her waist, rocking her body against his, and she gasped at the feeling of his dick poking her thigh through his jeans. 

     Holy shit, he was amazing! His tongue, swirling around her nipple as he basically swallowed her breast in his mouth? His fingers, brushing all over her skin and squeezing her curves appreciatively? And his thighs? His firm, muscled thighs that were hiding god-knew-how-big-of-a-dick between them? Jason released her breast only to take hold of the other and bounce them between his hands before showering them with hungry kisses. 

     “Jason,” she breathed, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling on it desperately. Jason chuckled and nipped at her collarbone, then growled when she whimpered at the feeling. He sat back and ripped his shirt off, then flipped them over so she was trapped beneath him on the bed. X looked up at him with wide eyes and he flashed her a wicked smirk, causing her to gulp at the sight. 

     Shiiiiiiit. He was so large and so toned, looming over her in a way that made her stomach flip through an entire gymnastics routine. She curled into herself, covering her chest with her forearms shyly. But Jason took hold of her wrists and pinned her to the bed beneath him, trapping her. He let his eyes run down her body hungrily, then he lifted his gaze back to hers and raised an eyebrow in question. “What next, sweetheart?” 

     “J-Jason,” she stammered, trembling at the way he looked down at her - like he was a predator and she was his helpless prey he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. “I don’t think-” 

     “Professor,” he drawled lazily, his dark hair falling into his mossy green eyes. “I thought you said you’d help me out if I ever needed it.” 

     He lowered himself on top of her, his hard chest pressing into her soft breasts, his lips just inches away from hers. “And I really need your help right now.” 

     He rolled his hips against hers, indicating what, exactly, he needed help with, and her back arched off the mattress in response. She turned back to him, her brain fuzzy with lust again, and nodded drowsily. “Yes.”

     Jason grinned at her consent and ran his hands down her body as he sat back. He tore off his jeans before she could change her mind, then pulled off her little shorts and tossed them out of her reach. 

     “F*ck,” he breathed, his eyes roving over her naked body, her tanned skin and soft curves so perfect beneath him. He pressed his hips against hers and dragged his cock along her length and X sucked in a breath at the feeling. 

     “Jason,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and digging her fingers into his muscles. God, he felt good, thick and hard and so warm against her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and she twisted her fingers into his hair as he slipped his hands between her legs. He slid his fingers up and down her length, scissoring her clit and teasing her hole. Then he dipped a finger into her entrance and curled it against her walls. Her hips bucked off the mattress as her body tightened at the feeling and she moaned his name again. 

     “X,” Jason groaned, his voice muffled by the way his mouth was pressed against her shoulder. He pushed himself off of her and pulled his finger out of her, then shuffled back so he could lower his mouth to her p*ssy. X pushed herself up to her elbows and shot him a curious look as he smiled at her. And then he licked a line right up her centre and she found herself collapsing back onto the mattress in ecstasy. She gripped onto the bedsheets as he began kissing and suckling on her, her body fighting to move against his strong arms that held her down against the mattress. “X …”

     She whimpered as he mumbled her name, the vibrations of his voice rumbling through her core and caressing her very bones. Holy shit, he was good! She didn’t think she’d ever had anyone please her so thoroughly before; anyone who ate her out like she was the most delicious thing they’d ever tasted. She squirmed and writhed against the bed, whining at the way he slowed down his movements every time he felt her reaching her edge. “Jason!” 

     F*ck, she was cute. The little sounds she’d made everytime he stole her orgasm away from her? He dug his fingers into her thighs, enjoying the way her lovely breasts bounced up and down everytime she wriggled against the bed. He pulled her folds into his mouth, then gave her p*ssy one last kiss before he sat up and pulled her hips against his. He took hold of his cock, hot and fat in his hand, and traced it around her entrance, coating himself in her sticky liquid. X grabbed his wrist quickly, stopping him before he could plunge himself into her, and he raised an eyebrow in question. She released her grip on him and twisted around to pull something out of her drawer. 

     “You should … use this … if you want her … to enjoy it,” she told him, forcing the words out between shallow breaths. He glanced down at the tube she was holding out to him, then rearranged his features into an expression of confusion. 

     “What’s that?” X sat up and opened the cover to squeeze some of the liquid onto her hand. 

     “It’s lubricant,” she explained to him, setting the tube aside and rubbing it between her palms. “It’ll help you go in easier and make the experience more enjoyable for her.” Jason nodded carefully, trying not to let his excitement at having her fingers all over him show on his features. He sat back on his thighs, waiting obediently for her to continue, and X took hold of him without hesitation. He dug his fingers into the mattress as she coated his cock with the warm liquid, swallowing down his pleased groans at the way she fisted him between her hands so delightfully. He looked down at her cute little face, her curly hair framing her features so perfectly, and the prec*m began leaking from his tip at the thought of being inside her mouth. F*ck, he could just imagine it, stuffing his lovely little professor’s mouth full with his cock. Shit. How many other students would kill to be him right now? X sat up and gathered her hair behind her shoulders before laying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide. She gestured down to her p*ssy, blushing and leaking for him, and Jason swallowed hard at the sight. 

     She kept her eyes fixed on his as he crawled over her, his biceps flexing with every move he made. God, he was hot. Whoever this girl was who he was pursuing was a very lucky girl indeed. Jason slid his hand down her body, then took hold of his cock and began prodding at her entrance. “Tell me if it hurts, professor. I’ll take it slow for you.” 

     X nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she let out a soft moan as he entered her, his thick cock easing her open and brushing up against her walls. She bent her knees as he continued pushing in deeper and deeper, shifting her position so she could better accommodate the entire length of him. And then he bottomed out inside of her and she felt her eyes watering with pleasure and how fully he filled her up. “Shit, Jason.” 

     He chuckled at hearing the curse fall from her lips, then bent over to give her a quick kiss. She latched onto his lips immediately, pulling him down so she could slide her tongue into his mouth and tangle it with his. She moaned again as he kissed her back and he curled his hand around her waist to hold her tight against him. Shit, she felt good, her body so soft and perfect beneath his. F*ck. His hips began moving against hers, his cock begging him for relief and his pretty little professor’s head fell back in delight. He lowered himself on top of her, wrapping her up in his arms, and X whined and mewled as he thrust his cock in and out of her. 

     “X,” he murmured, his voice low and throaty as he repeated her name with every thrust of his hips. Holy shit, he felt amazing, stuffing her up with that nice, fat cock of his. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he pumped himself in and out of her, holding him close against her so she could feel every line of his defined muscles pressing up against her. Shit, he felt good. 

     He picked up his pace, his movements getting faster and harder as he felt himself approaching his edge. But she came first, her p*ssy squeezing his dick so deliciously that his hips stuttered and a choked whimper escaped his throat. 

     “X,” he gasped, his abdomen tightening as she pulsed and throbbed around him. And then he came, his entire body finally relaxing as his c*m shot out of him and into her. He sighed and collapsed on top of her as his dick went limp inside of her. “F*ck.” 

     She giggled at his muttered curse, then ran her fingers through his hair, brushing the soft strands lazily as he cuddled her against him. Jason groaned as he pushed himself off of her after a while and X felt her stomach flip at the sight of him leaning over her.  

     “Thanks for the biology lesson, professor.” He grinned and cupped her cheek in his hand, then bent over to begin kissing her. He moaned at the sweet taste of her in his mouth, then straightened again so he could look down upon her. 

     Her entire body buzzed with delight as she pushed herself onto her elbows, her p*ssy heating up again at the feeling of his dick nestled deep inside of her. Her eyes trailed over his body, tracing the outlines of each of his muscles, and she felt herself start to leak around him again at the sight. Shit, he was hot. She swallowed down her thoughts and pulled her gaze away from his, trying to wrestle back control of her brain. “Um, no problem, Jace. Let me know if … if it helped. With that … girl you like.” 

     He grinned and leaned into her, amused by her cluelessness in the situation. “Well, if it didn’t, I could always come back for another lesson, right, prof?” 

     He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and X’s head fell back in response, exposing even more of her throat for him to graze his teeth again. He licked and nibbled on her skin, making his way up her neck to suck on her earlobe. X moaned as he tugged on her soft flesh with his teeth and Jason lowered his mouth to her shoulder to press a kiss there before straightening again. He fixed her with a questioning look and X shook her head at him in confusion. “What?” 

     “I said,” Jason began, running his hand along her side as his eyes trailed over her body and down to the part where they were still joined together, “if you didn’t like that, I could always come back for another lesson. Professor.” He pressed his lips to hers before she could digest his words, smiling against her mouth as he kissed her softly. 

     “Me?” she asked, unsure if she’d heard him right. “If I didn’t like that?” Jason snickered and swirled his tongue around her mouth before stopping to mumble against her lips. 

     “You think I could pay attention to anyone else when I’ve got such a pretty little professor standing in front of me every week? You’re so f*cking beautiful, sweetheart.” He wrapped an arm around her lower back, holding her against him as he kissed her deeper this time. X curled her legs around his waist, but her entire body tightened when she finally understood the meaning of his words. 

     “Wait,” she breathed, trying to catch her breath after he finally pulled his lips away from hers. She looked up at him, eyes wide with question, and Jason’s irises darkened at the sight. “This … This was all for me?” Jason nodded, his lips twitching with amusement at the incredulous look on her face, and X lowered her gaze, suddenly shy. 

     “Oh,” she murmured softly, trying to figure out how to respond to the revelation. Jason chuckled and sat back so he could lift her up onto his lap. 

     “Come on, professor,” he told her, holding her perfect little body close against his. “You have to know that everyone in our class has dreamed of f*cking you at least once.” 

     X curled into herself, embarrassed by the thought. “I’m sure not everyone has thought of that. Is that the only reason they’re in my class?” 

     She flashed him a nervous expression, suddenly doubting her talents and skills, and Jason shook his head quickly before brushing her hair away from her face.

     “You’re an amazing teacher, X,” he reassured her, stroking her back soothingly. “I mean, look how much you’ve helped me out. Everyone always thought I was gonna be hopeless, but you made me believe I could actually make something of myself.” Her features broke into a pleased smile at his words and Jason felt his heart flutter at the sight. He pulled her closer to him so he could begin kissing her again and she sank into his chest as she slid her tongue into his mouth. 

     “But, um,” X began apprehensively, fidgeting with her fingers as she pulled back from him. She snuck a glance at him, then quickly lowered her gaze again. “This is highly inappropriate, Jason. We shouldn’t be doing this as long as you’re in my class.” 

     He opened his mouth to respond, but she beat him to it, cutting him off with an adorable twist of her lips. “And don’t say you’ll just drop out! You’ve worked so hard and I really want to see you get a good grade at the end of it.” 

     God, she was cute. Too cute for him to keep his hands off of her for that long. Jason wrapped his arms around her soft curves and began moving his hips as he pulled her into his chest, slowly beginning to thrust himself in and out of her again. X let out a squeak as her body contracted with arousal, responding to him of its own volition, and Jason chuckled at her reaction. “Whatever you say, professor.” 

     “Miss X is looking extra cute today,” Roy observed, leaning over to nudge Jason’s side with his elbow. 

     “Yeah,” Wally agreed, sighing with longing at the sight of her bare legs. “How am I supposed to concentrate on anything when she's wearing that cute little skirt?” Jason rolled his eyes at their teasing, but let his eyes wander over her tight little body as she walked across the stage. His mouth began to water as his eyes lingered on the curve of her ass and he tapped his fingers against his arm impatiently. Maybe he'd make her keep that pretty little skirt on while he sat her down on his cock later. The room filled with the sound of shuffling feet as everyone gathered their things to start leaving and Jason waved his friends off as they gestured to the door. 

     “I'll catch up with you guys later,” he assured them lazily. “I have a few questions for Miss X.” They shrugged and bounced down the stairs, waving goodbye to their professor along the way. Jason slung his bag over one shoulder and strolled down to the platform where his gorgeous little professor had been pulled into a conversation with some of the other students. 

     “I think it depends on the issue for me,” she replied to one of their questions. “Like, if you're genetically predisposed to mental illness, you’re incredibly likely to get it, despite your circumstances. But if you're predisposed to addiction and you're just never exposed to any addictive substances, then you'll probably be fine.” Her eyes were bright with excitement as she spoke and Jason couldn’t help the warm feeling that spread through his chest at the sight. 

     “That's really interesting, professor,” one of the guys whose name Jason had never bothered to learn agreed. “But what about in terms of … sexual preferences? I read ahead in our textbook and saw that immunocompatibility can play a big role in how sexually attracted we are to someone.” 

     And that was his cue to step in. X nodded along to the question, completely oblivious to the fact that the guy was hitting on her right now, and began animatedly explaining the concept of biodiversity. Jason walked up behind the guy and flashed his professor a lazy smirk, distracting her and causing her to lose her place. 

     “Um, so, we'll be going into more depth when we reach that topic later, but it's nice to see my students taking an interest in the subject!” She grinned at him, then her gaze flickered back to Jason, tall and large and studying her with that hungry look on his face. Shit, he was hot. She swallowed hard and returned her attention to Kenneth as he walked out the door. 

     “You ready for our tutoring session? Professor?” Jason asked, making his voice low as he stepped closer to her. He’d shown up at her house everyday after that first time, either with flowers or chocolates or teddies or a dinner reservation to an eye-wateringly expensive restaurant. She’d resisted at first, stammering out her arguments about him being her student and it comprising their morals and ethics. But she could only hold out for so long, what with his intense gaze and his mischievous smirk and his muscular build. She dragged her gaze away from him and shifted in position, her stomach flipping with excitement at the memory of him pressed up against her. Then she shoved her laptop into her backpack and nodded at the door. 

     “Um, yeah. Let’s go.” 

     “So these are the mammary glands and they only produce milk after the woman has given birth,” Jason recited, kneading her breasts in his large hands. X shifted in her seat, then whimpered as she felt his cock brush up against her walls. 

     “Jason,” she whined, flopping back against his shoulder as he continued to tease her. He chuckled against her neck and moved one hand down to grip her thigh beneath her skirt. 

     “Come on, professor,” he pleaded, moving his hips slightly so he squelched around inside of her. Shit, she felt good. X let out a desperate moan at the feeling of him stuffing her so fully and Jason sucked in a breath as her p*ssy clamped around his dick. “F*ck.” 

     She squirmed as he squeezed her against his hard chest and grazed her neck with his teeth. But that only made her body all the more aware of his dick plugging her up and she felt her uterus give another hard contraction around him. “Jason!” 

     “Shit,” he sighed, unable to control himself any longer. He grabbed onto her waist and stood up, bending her over the table so he had the perfect angle to hit her at. Then he began thrusting himself in and out of her, shaking the table beneath her and forcing the desperate whines to fall from her mouth. He flipped her skirt up as he continued pumping her full of his cock, then smacked her ass before digging his fingers into her soft flesh. X cried out as his palm slapped her skin, then she whimpered and arched her back as he held her down against the table. 

     God, she was so f*cking cute! He wanted - he needed - to look at her adorable little face as she whined and moaned for him. Jason pulled himself out of her and X let out a little squeak of surprise at the sudden absence of him. She was just about to mewl in protest when he flipped her over and slid her back onto his cock. Her body tensed as he entered her again, but then she relaxed, letting him bottom out inside of her. Jason lifted her up and she curled her legs around his waist so he could carry her over to the sofa. X buried her face in the crook of his neck and he stroked her back gently before laying her down. He leaned over her, his biceps flexing as he held himself above her and X flashed him a sweet smile. Jason groaned at the sight and pressed his lips to hers as he began moving his hips against hers again. 

     Shit, shit, shit! She could barely form a coherent thought with the way he was rubbing up against her walls so very deliciously. She dragged her fingers down his back as her p*ssy contracted around him, then arched her back off the bed so she could feel his abdomen rubbing against her clit. Jason groaned into the crook of her neck, then nipped at her earlobe, his hips never ceasing their relentless pace. Then finally, she was shaking and shuddering beneath him, her hips bucking wildly off the sofa as her p*ssy throbbed around his dick. 

     “F*ck!” Jason choked out, continuing to thrust his hips against hers as he reached his orgasm. His movements faltered as he pumped her full of his c*m, and then he was panting over her, his broad chest heaving for breath as he gazed down at her. X reached up to brush her fingers along his jaw and Jason bent over to slide his tongue between her lips and start kissing her again. 

     She sighed as he entered her mouth, delighting in the tangy taste of him on her tongue. She slid her fingers into his hair and curled herself around him as she kissed him back, moaning softly into his mouth every time his chest brushed against her nipples. 

     “Jason,” she spoke in between kisses. “There are only a few more weeks left of the term. We can just wait until then, right?” Jason groaned against her mouth in disagreement. 

     “How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off of you for that long, sweetheart?” he whined, running his hands all over her soft little body. “So f*cking perfect.” X giggled and scratched his back lightly with her fingernails. Then she pushed her fingers into his hair and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Jason let out a contented hum at the action and X smiled before pawing at his shoulder and signalling for him to sit up. Her eyes ran over the stark outlines of his bulky muscles, then she lifted her gaze up to his. 

     “But, Jay … What if you get bored of me?” She fixed him with a nervous look, but he was too distracted by the way she’d called him by his nickname to soothe her concerns. 

     “Wait,” he sighed, hanging his head so that his dark hair fell into his eyes. “Call me that again, princess.” 

     A tingle zapped through her at the new term of affection he’d given her and she reached up to cup his face in her hands. “Jay?” 

     He groaned and X laughed at the defeated slump of his shoulders. He lowered himself back on top of her, bringing his mouth just a breath away from hers, and her stomach buzzed as her fingers brushed over the hint of stubble coating his jaw. “How the f*ck could I get bored of you, princess?” 

     He moaned as he brushed his nose up the length of her neck and grinded his hips down on hers. X sucked in a breath and tightened her grip on him as she felt his dick sliding against her walls. She whimpered at the sensation and Jason chuckled at the way her lower lip trembled before he tugged on it with his teeth. 

     “But you’re so cool and I’m just a boring little professor!” she squeaked out, her nerves lighting up again as he brushed his lips and tongue all over her smooth curves. 

     “You are far from boring, professor,” Jason chuckled against her collarbone, running his hands up her sides. “I always learn something new whenever I’m with you. And I’m not just talking about the sex.” She let out a squeak as he murmured that last part in her ear, her p*ssy starting to leak around his dick still buried inside of her. 

     “O-Okay,” she conceded, her mind starting to grow fuzzy with lust again. “But-”

     “No buts, professor,” Jason warned her, shifting forward so that he bottomed out inside of her again. X let out a low moan, her head falling back in pleasure at the sensation, and Jason seized the opportunity to trail his lips up her throat. “If that ever happens, fail me. Mmm and then … and then ignore me. For a whole week. Don’t talk to me until … until I’m crazy for you again.” He squeezed her breast as he pressed his lips to the base of her ear, his low moans rumbling through her skin and along her bones. 

     “Okay,” X giggled as her back arched off the bed in response to his teasing. Jason swore under his breath at the way her p*ssy squeezed his dick and X pulled him back down to her so she could kiss him. She smiled against his lips and Jason felt a warmth rush through his chest at her delight. “I really like you, Jay.” 

     He grinned, keeping his mouth on hers as he spoke. “I really like you too, X.” 

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Homesick- Jamie Tartt

pairings: jamie tartt x reader, roy kent, ted lasso warnings: none. ithink other than language about: request!! jamie tartt is homesick

Jamie has rarely been hesitant to leave for a game.

But there’s something sick at the pit of his stomach when he has to say goodbye to you today, even when you assure him that it’s for so, so little time that it won’t matter. That he won’t miss you with all the excitement of a match. You set your palms against his cheeks and urge his attention to you, tired determination widening your droopy eyes when you tell him that you’re proud of him, sadness angling your features as you apologize for not being able to be there in person to cheer him on.

He smiles and thinks that he believes you.

There’s a painful tug at his heart when he has to leave for real this time, treasuring the warm line your marriage finger grazes along the lobe of his ear. He kisses you, opening his eyes too soon when he pulls away and catching a glimpse of you at your sweetest: still half-submerged in his affection, face softer than he’s seen it.

You are raw in the morning, still a little rumpled from your bed and an inch away from sleep. You got up early for him today. Let your forehead bounce against the passenger window so you could say your farewells face-to-face. He doesn’t think he’s ever had a person care about him like that. Sacrifice even the little things with great pleasure because it’s him.

“You guys’re gonna do great,” you murmur, arms tight around his neck. You squeeze once more before pulling back, giving him a happy, sleepy smile that he takes with him. “I’ll have a celebration ready when you lot get back.”

“Can’t wait,” he tells you with a cheeky wink, watching the amusement in your eyes wake a little bit more.

“Roy’s giving me the stink eye.”

“That’s just how he looks, babe,” he defends. “‘Nd if he’s lookin’ at anyone, it’s me.”

“No,” you say. “He likes you now, Jamie.” The way you say his name is so lovely. All curved and soft and smooth with love. You stifle a yawn and pull him in again. “I’ll see you soon. Behave, okay? I promise I’ll be watching the game on the telly.”

“I always do,” he defends.

“Roy’ll tell me,” you remind playfully. “I think he might write complaints down when you get a little too cocky.”

“I promise,” he gives in.

“You’re going to do amazing,” you tell him again, fully believing it.

“You know it.” He pecks the skin below your eye, finally walking toward the bus.

Roy grunts at you in greeting once Jamie’s gone inside, arms crossed in front of his chest. Ted yells a hello. Beard nods. You wave, continuing to stand in the parking lot until the bus is gone.

-

Jamie worries he’s ill an hour before the game.

You’re busy with the seminar you couldn’t miss and he doesn’t want to tell anybody, but he doesn’t have to with the team he has.

“Jamie, wanna come on over and have a chat?” Ted asks him, smiling.

Jamie shrugs, feeling like lead weighs him down when he stands.

Ted leads him into a hallway and rocks on his heels expectantly. “Y’wanna tell me what’s wrong, or do you want me to guess?”

Jamie scrubs a rough hand down his face. “I dunno, coach.” Ted furrows his brows. “I’ve never…” He sighs frustratedly. “I dunno what it is.”

“Do you not feel well?”

“I feel off.” Jamie shrugs, frustrated. “Like I forgot to do something. I’m all tingly and shit.”

Ted hums. “You a little homesick? I felt a helluva lot like that the first few months I came here. Still feel it when I get into a car on the wrong side.”

“I’ve never missed it before. What’s there to miss? I’ve a bed at me hotel. I like leavin’ and seein’ all the sights.”

Ted scratches his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe you don’t miss your house, Jamie.”

Jamie shakes his head in confusion. “I’m sorry, coach, what?”

“Home ain’t always a building, Jamie,” Ted explains, squeezing his shoulder before heading back inside the locker room.

Jamie stands, perplexed. “The fuck?”

“He’s fucking sayin’ you miss Y/N,” Roy barks out of nowhere. “You’ve never been at a game away from her. You miss her,” he explains. “It happens.”

“Why didn’t he just say that, then?” Jamie complains.

“Substance. Too obvious,” Roy shrugs. “Call her. Stop being fuckin’ ‘tingly,’ Tartt.”

Jamie is left alone once again, processing.

Ted called him homesick, which Jamie opposes. He couldn’t care less about the place where he lived. Everything in it was chosen by another person years ago, and the space is bland otherwise, with only one framed picture of the both of you hanging up on the living room wall.

Still, he damn well yearned to be back among his stupid, minimalistic furniture and monochromatic aesthetic. Why?

Roy said it was you and Jamie is inclined to agree. When he pictures his living room with his dumb couch, you’re laying on it. Your trinkets and colorful items allay impersonal corners. You’re making a wonderful mess in his kitchen. You’re softening clinical sheet edges. You’re the only warm thing that decorates his walls.

He misses you. He’s homesick for you.

He hates it when Roy is right (but he’s getting used to it), especially when it’s concerning something Jamie didn’t expect, something unfamiliar.

His phone pings, lighting up with your contact picture and a text message asking how he is.

He’s never had a home to miss, he thinks. He’s a little happy to have one. He’s elated it’s you.

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Summary: you eavesdrop on your boyfriend. (Vil, Malleus)

Warning: swearing, stress, Malleus being too pure for the world.

For: @boopshoops

Word count: 1.6k

V.Shoenhiet

Being in a relationship with the Vil Shoenheit was all fun and games.

Until he starts working.

While yes, you adore the blonde and he’s an amazing boyfriend.

when he has work he suddenly forgets that there are people around him

And that meant he tended to ignore everything and everyone around him for the sake of utter perfection in his performance.

And while you do understand how important this is to him. (And you by extension)

Sometimes you wished he’d just drop his work and go back to normal.

This was one of those instances.

It’s been around a week since Vil started shooting for his new movie. And while at first you were extremely excited for him and even more happy, right now you were extremely annoyed at the beautiful blonde.

Currently you were sat at the Pomefiore lounge waiting for Epel so the two of you could finally go out after what feels like years of you waiting for the short male. “Bonjour Trickster!” The sudden voice made you jump a bit, and the face didn’t make you feel all that comfortable either.

“Hey Rook, what’s up?” You asked the blonde smiling down at you “anything entreating going on with you today?” He sighed as he took a seat next to you on the comfy purple coach “non, I’m just worried for Roi du poison” that managed to catch your attention.

Rook, being Rook, noticed the concern on your pretty features “Trickster” He said as he looked at you “would you do me a small favor and check on Roi du poison?” Not even a second after he had asked, you were already on your feet heading towards the houswardens room.

You were practically running through the halls of the castle like dorm, trying to get to your lover as fast as you could. Soon you arrived to his room, and before you knocked you heard his angelic voice from behind it.

“I get that I have a shoot this weekend, but you have to understand I have other priorities” you drive in your place, he was obviously talking on the phone. On one hand you could knock the door, which means he’ll have to end the phone call. And on the other, you could just leave and come back in a bit.

Instead of choosing A or B you decided on C, listen in on his phone call. You placed your ear to the door and waited patiently. After a bit he started talking again. “No I don’t want to loose the job, but I’ve been neglecting my duties as a housewarden and student….. yes it is important, I have to be a role model to the other students……. No…. No I get it but”

He let out a sigh, and annoyed and tired sigh “listen, just give me this weekend off, I’ll get my housewarden and student duties over with and come in next week…. Yes…. Yes I promise” anger pulsed through you. Vil was a sweetheart who cared deeply about both his dorm mates and his studies, and now here comes work keeping him from both these things.

You wanted to barge in there, snatch the phone from his hands, and yell at whoever he was on the phone with. You hated when people decided to tell Vil what to do. Yes they were technically his bosses, but still!! Vil deserves to get breaks so he can live his life as a teenager!

Just as you were about to actually barge in, someone grabbed your arm and yanks you away. That someone was none other then your oh so beloved friend Epel Feilmer. “What are you doing?!” He yelled/whispered out at you “If Vil finds out you’re eavedropping/“ “He won’t do anything!” You yelled/whispered back. “Listen, I’m just worried about him ok?” The purple haired let out a sigh before saying “I know I know” his accent returned “I’m worried about Vil as well, but you have to let him be alright?”

You nodded with an annoyed frown “now come on, we’ll buy some gifts for him while we’re out to make him feel better” you said a quiet ‘ok’ as you started to follow him, after giving a last glance at the wooden dorm room door. You took out your phone and sent him a small ‘Love you<3’ text and left.

All you knew in that moment, is that once iou come back you’ll spoil the fuck out of your boyfriend and dote on him till he dies from love and affection.

M.Draconia

Malleus Draconia.

How you managed to date the Malleus Droconia, Prince of fae, you will never know.

But even thought people say he’s terrifying (which you thought was stupid, he’s literally just so cute)

He’s a wonderful boyfriend.

He’s kind, caring.

And fucking badass.

So you did what anyone with common sense did, and decided to surprise him with home made ice cream.

It took you ages to find the right ingredients for the salted caramel ice cream you were making, and took you even longer to make the ice cream. But the end results were amazing.

Currently you were headed to the Diasomnia dorm with the container in your arms. Once the dark castle was in view you took a deep breath and walked towards in. Once inside you were greeted by the sight of Sebek lecturing Silver while the older male dozed off.

“Hi guys!” The two turned to look at you, Silver smiling and Sebek with his ever lasting scowl “Hey mc, what are you doing here?” Asked the silver haired male “I’m here to see Malleus!! I have something for him if that’s ok” you replied with a smile.

“The young master is busy right now it’s Lilia, it’s best to come back later” Sebek crossed his arms as he spoke. Silver just gave you a ‘you know how he is’ look about Sebek and flopped down on the couch besides him “or you can just wait”

You nodded at them before quickly going to the kitchen and placing the ice cream inside so it wouldn’t melt while you waited for your lover. Once back at the common room you were glad to see Sebek no longer annoying the poor boy and instead on the couch next to him tapping away at his phone while Silver slept peacefully. You sat down next to the sleeping sophomore and waited.

After what felt like years, but according to Sebek only 30 minutes, you were bored and extremely tired of waiting.

So you decided to do what any other sane person would do in this situation, and barge into the crown prince of briar valleys room.

After getting your oh so amazing ice cream, you started going up the countless stairs of the Diasomnia dorm. After countless hallways you were finally able to find the large door belonging to the Diasomnia housewardens room.

Before you were able to knock on the door, signifying that you wanted to enter you heard the oh so majestic voice of your beloved boyfriend talking to his oh so wonderful father and mentor, Lilia. Against your better judgement you decided to place your ear to the door and listen in, mostly simply to hear Malleus’ voice.

“Are you sure that would suffice Lilia?” A smile appeared on your face as your beloved boyfriend’s voice came through the closed door, even if it was muffled a bit “Maybe the child of man would like something more? A diamond necklace or a ruby bracelet perhaps?” You could hear Lilia’s sigh. A sigh he let out meaning ‘you truly are stupid’

“Malleus. Mc wouldn’t care weather you bought them 30 pure diamonds and pearls or picked up a flower for a garden for them. Trust me, what you have is more than enough” you smiled fondly at the thought of him bringing you something. Knowing malleus it could range from a tiny rock in a shape of a heart, or an actual castle just for you.

Before you could hear more and ruin whatever surprise the fae had prepared you, you knocked on the door. The two stopped talking, and a few seconds later the door opened to show the gorgeous face of your beloved. “Oh, Child of man! What can I help you with my dear?” He greeted, his eyes going soft as a smile of adoration appeared on his lips.

You held out the container and spoke “I made you ice cream! It’s salted Carmel flavored” somehow, the smile grew softer as love filled Maleus’s eyes. He took the container from your hand and placed a free hand on the back of your head, bringing it closer before planting a gentle kiss atop your locks.

“Thank you dearest, it means the world to me that you brought me this” you gladly returned the smile before quickly planting a kiss on his cheek “I need to run, But come by later ok?” You said as you started to walk away “we can make ice cream sandwiches together!” You disappeared from his sight before he even had a chance but to reply to you.

But you knew he’d come. He always does. No matter what if you called he’ll be there in less than a minute. And you loved him so much for that. As you walked towards the staircase leading to the dark room lounge, you wondered what exactly had Lilia and Malleus discussed.

Whatever it was, all you knew that Lilia was correct. As long as it came from Malleus, you would cherish it even after death.

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Something There (Chapter 12)

6.8k words

Roy Kent x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, references to smutty things, absolute fluffy fluff

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A/N: This has... taken a while, lol. Honestly, I've been struggling with how to end this, mostly because I don't want to say goodbye to Roy and Bucky! But, all good (or at least halfway decent) things must come to an end. (Plus, I already know there'll be some blurbs featuring these two!) I hope you enjoy, and thanks for coming along for the ride ❤️

“What would you say is your greatest accomplishment?”

Roy nodded towards me and smirked. “Can I answer for her?”

Another “Manager Monday”. Apparently, people liked seeing Roy and me sitting together and answering questions. According to Keeley, the internet referred to us as the “Mum and Dad” of Nelson Road. It was weird and a little flattering, if I was being honest. And, frankly, getting to goof around and not-so-subtly flirt with Roy on camera during work hours was a pretty good deal.

“No, you cannot,” Keeley chuckled. “Go on then, greatest accomplishment.”

“Winning my Olympic Gold Medal,” I answered, elbowing Roy when I heard his good-natured snicker. “It was something my grandpa and I talked about for as long as I can remember. And he did come see me win it. After that, whenever he introduced me to people, it was always, ‘This is my granddaughter. She’s an Olympian.’” I smiled at the memory before turning to Roy. “What’s yours? That year you led the league in red cards?”

Roy’s smile had my heart doing somersaults. “You fucking know it.”

With lots of laughter and poor attempts to hide our flirting, we got through a couple more soccer-related questions before Keeley broached the topic we both knew she was dying to get to.

“So, the internet has been debating between two couple names for you two,” she announced mischievously. “‘Boy’ and ‘Rocky’. Which do you prefer?”

Roy rolled his eyes. “Keeley,” he growled, as I snorted, “We’re not answering that.”

While we were more than happy to let our friends at Nelson Road know about our relationship and annoy them with our PDA, we had agreed not to make any big public show of things- at least not until the season ended. We were enough of a distraction when we were just a few blurry photos the night of the gala; we didn’t want to take away any more media attention from the club, not when our teams were on the verge of something great.

Keeley rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine. But once you two go public, you know better get used to those questions, alright? Because you guys are really fucking cute, and the internet loves you already.”

“We are pretty cute, I’ll give you that,” I chuckled, taking Roy’s hand and smiling at the grumpy coach- my grumpy coach.

In return, he leaned over and pecked my lips gently. “That better not fucking end up online,” he warned Keeley, thick eyebrows raised threateningly.

“We’d break the internet with that little kiss,” she teased, winking at me. “Better be nice to me, or I’m leaking that clip.”

“Careful,” Roy replied with a nod in my direction, affection sparkling in his eyes. “I heard this one’s got a mean right hook.”

~

Roy leaned on the doorframe, enjoying the view. Who would’ve thought that just watching someone put on makeup would make him so fucking happy?

But seeing her standing in front of his bathroom sink and applying that red lipstick had his heart skipping a couple beats. He liked this domestic thing, the sleepovers and the driving to work together and the making dinner and… everything. He wanted more of it, he realized. He wanted more of her. The word was on the tip of his tongue, the word that had been floating around in his head since they got together, since the gala if he was being honest. Maybe even before that, he didn't fucking know. But it was too soon, he knew. Things were already going fast enough and, although she was diving in headfirst just as hard, Roy was still worried about scaring her off.

Her playful eyes met his in the mirror. “Can I help you, Kent?” she teased.

He shrugged and pushed himself off the doorframe so he could stroll over casually. “Just admiring the view.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a slow kiss to her cheek. “I like when you wear that color.” Another kiss to her temple. “Especially when it ends up on my neck,” he hummed.

“Fuck off,” she chuckled, elbowing him gently. “Come on, let me finish getting ready. Otherwise, you’re going to be late to your game, Coach.”

“Fine,” he growled. “But after the match?”

She whirled around and grabbed his face gently, her eyes bright. “After the match, I promise my lipstick will be all over your neck.” She pressed her body close to his. “And maybe some other particular places.” Her red lips formed that smirk he loved, the one he couldn’t believe he used to find annoying. “But only if you win.”

Roy grinned, eyebrows raised at her appealing offer. “Well, lucky for me I’m the manager of a winning team.”

“That is lucky,” she purred, nudging her nose against his. “Now then, can I go put on my new Greyhounds kit?”

His grin widened. “You got a fucking Greyhounds kit?”

She shrugged. “Of course. I’m part of Richmond. I like the fellas. And I’m pretty obsessed with their pain in the ass manager.” She smiled. “It’s about time I start rocking some Greyhound gear.”

Roy’s heart was soaring. He loved wearing her name and number on his back, even if it made their relationship obvious to anyone who was paying even an ounce of attention. And he’d be lying his ass off if he said he hadn’t pictured what she’d look like wearing his name on a kit. Granted, some of those pictures in his head were in his bed rather than at a match, but still. What a fucking dream come true.

“Alright,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Hurry up then, Coach.”

Roy probably would have skipped to the living room if it weren’t for this shit knee. With no one around, he didn’t bother hiding his stupid grin, the one he found himself wearing quite often these days. The internet had gone a bit wild with images of him wearing her name on his Whippets kit; he could only imagine the silly little fan edits and TikToks that would surely follow this match.

“What d’you think?”

Roy’s old man heart nearly stopped in his chest. The bright red and blue material hugged her figure perfectly, tempting him to rip it off of her and forget all about his match. The little Greyhound logo settled beautifully over her heart, just like the Whippets manager had weaseled her way into his. He was officially obsessed with the picture in front of him, he decided.

“Fucking perfect,” he hummed. He twirled his finger in a circle, eyebrows raised. He just needed to see one more thing. “Give us a spin, then.”

Her grin widened as she turned around, something mischievous in her eyes. Roy sat up a little straighter, unashamed to be so obviously excited to see-

“Does that fucking say Tartt?” he spat, pure disgust smeared across his bearded face.

Her laughter rang in his ears, almost magical enough to make him forget about this absolute betrayal. He narrowed his eyes at her as she turned back around, shameless amusement on her face. “What’s the matter, Roy?” she teased as she made her way over to where he slumped on the couch. “Don’t you think I look good?”

He reached out and tugged her onto his lap, doing his best to keep his stern expression. “I think,” he growled against her shoulder, pawing at the material, “that you need to take that fucking thing off.”

With a giggle, she grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch, reminding Roy of the night of the gala- their very first night. “Ah, no time to change, I’m afraid.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, careful not to leave any lipstick on his face. “Let’s go, Kent.”

Still grumbling and growling, Roy allowed himself to be pulled off the couch and dragged out of the house. When she wasn’t looking, he shook his head and smiled softly at her. Even with such a stupid name on her back, Roy still thought that seeing her in a Greyhounds kit was his new favorite sight.

He just couldn’t wait to rip the damn thing off of her.

~

“Let’s fucking go, Greyhounds!” I screeched, ignoring the way Keeley covered her ears.

After everything that had happened this season, both on and off the field, it was hard to believe it was coming to an end. Tonight, the Greyhounds were only one victory away winning the Premier League. And, after weeks of wearing Jamie’s name and other players’ names on my back just to mess with Roy (and the internet), I was proudly wearing his name and our number on my Greyhounds sweatshirt.

Keeley leaned close and held out her phone. “You’re already trending,” she teased, showing off a blurry photo of Roy and me entering the stadium, with me wearing Roy’s name and my signature red lipstick as I smiled up at the Greyhound manager. “And so is this.” There was Jamie Tartt, entering the stadium, wearing a fanny pack and, as usual, a hat. Unlike usual, this hat didn’t say “ICON”; instead, it proudly proclaimed “ROCKY”.

I rolled my eyes as the guys took their places on the field. “Is that a reference to that stupid ‘couple name’ thing?” I groaned. “Because you’re all supposed to be helping us keep quiet, you know.”

The sly way Keeley narrowed her eyes had me almost squirming. “Yeah. Because the way you two act during Manager Mondays and wearing each other’s kits is really discreet.” Suddenly, her suspicious expression turned somber, giving me a new urge to fidget. “How’s it all going by the way? You and him? The two of you seem pretty damn happy these days.”

“We are,” I assured her, not bothering to stop my wide smile from filling my face. “He’s… well, you know how he is.” I gave a soft chuckle as I looked down to the pitch and watched Roy lean over to say something to Coach Beard. Perfect, I decided. That was how Roy was; perfect. From the way he stood during games, shoulders squared and all business, to the way he always stole a quick kiss when our paths crossed at work, to the way his strong hands tenderly adored me in bed, to the lazy afternoons on his couch, to the phone calls and texts that flooded my phone whenever we were apart, to the way he made me laugh and smile in between all those moments. Roy Kent was fucking perfect. “He’s Roy.”

Keeley’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. “I do know how he is,” she said carefully. The little clearing of her throat had me turning my eyes to her. Her eyebrows knitted together, as if she thought I would slug her at any moment. “And I hope this isn’t totally inappropriate, but we were talking last week- and he was saying he’s so fucking happy,” she quickly added, probably seeing my slowly raising eyebrows. “He’s just worried about being… clingy?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how completely apprehensive my friend looked. “Oh, Roy’s clingy as fuck,” I said. “But I like it.” I shrugged, my eyes returning to the gruff man on the pitch that had weaseled his way into my heart. “I… I’m clingy too,” I admitted. “I think that’s why we work, actually. We’re both pretty intense people, we both do everything at full speed, you know? So, one person’s idea of ‘too clingy’ is my idea of ‘absolutely fucking perfect’.”

The smile on Keeley’s face was filled with joy and a bit of relief. “I’m so happy to hear that,” she said, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. “Really. He deserves the best and you-” She smacked a kiss to my cheek. “-are the fucking best, babes.”

~

The tips of Roy’s fingers tingled as he stared down Jamie, who was making a mad dash towards their opponent’s goal. There were only moments left before stoppage time ended in a tie and the match inevitably went to extra time, which had been a dangerous place for the Greyhounds all season long. If Jamie couldn’t beat both the clock and goalkeeper, it felt like their season would end in defeat. And Roy couldn’t have that. Not this season. Not when everything seemed to be ending so well, on and off the pitch.

Only one defender stood between Jamie and the goal. Roy held his breath as he watched Jamie move this way and that, doing a maneuver he knew Tartt hadn’t learned from any of the coaches on the pitch; he’d learned this particular move from the Whippets. And he’d apparently learned it well, because suddenly Jamie was in front of the goal, kicking the ball and-

“JAMIE TARTT SCORES!”

Less than a moment later, the familiar sound of the referee’s whistle had all of Nelson Road in pure pandemonium. Roy sprinted onto the field, not caring about his stupid knee, and was instantly swallowed by the swarm of blue that was his team. He grabbed and hugged whoever was close by, not caring to see anything other than their wide eyes and wider smiles. He wondered ever so briefly if anything in his career would ever live up to this moment; he knew nothing before ever had. And, if he was being quite honest, he could live with this being the happiest moment of his career.

He was hugging Jamie tight, mumbling something about being fucking proud of the prick, when he heard some of his players call his name in teasing voices. He knew those tones; he’d been hearing them a lot lately, caused by one thing- well, one person- every fucking time.

Sure enough, when Roy glanced over his shoulder, the sight made his smile grow.

There she was, clad in her Greyhounds sweater, running at him. He knew she’d regret this run in the morning- they’d probably spend the whole next day icing ankles and knees- but she didn’t look like she cared. In fact, she looked like she didn’t care about anything other than Roy.

She threw herself into his arms and let him envelop her in a tight hug, one far too tight for two platonic managers to share.

“I’m proud of you,” she huffed into the crook of his neck. “So fucking proud, Roy.”

He released her slightly so she could gaze up at him, her eyes full of adoration and joy. Deep in his chest, Roy held a hope that she would stare at him like this for the rest of their lives. “Fucking come here,” he murmured, his hands leaving her hips to cup her face.

At some point over the season, Roy had lost count of how many times he’d kissed this woman. There were some kisses that were irrevocably stamped on his heart- their first kiss while sitting on his couch listening to Sam Cooke, the kiss in the rain after he’d given her the Team USA football, the sweet kiss they’d shared after he asked her to be his girlfriend- but this was probably his favorite so far. It was soft and slow, and it made the roar of the crowd go silent in Roy’s mind. He knew there was no going back from this; there would be photos of this kiss in the papers, and he’d definitely be asked about it in the post-match press conference. They’d once again be the subject of rumors and speculation, with Twitter users trying to put together a timeline and reanalyzing every little interaction they’d had over these last few months. It was going to be pure fucking hell.

But thankfully, his own personal heaven was in his arms.

When they parted, she wore a wide grin, the kind that made his heart skip a beat. “Congrats on the win, Coach,” she chuckled as she ruffled his hair. “Can’t believe you guys beat us to it.” She kissed his lips effortlessly, as if she kissed him on the pitch every day. “Whatever happened to ladies first?”

Roy shook his head and tightened his grip on her. “Just means the Whippets get to be the grand finale.”

“Grand finale,” she repeated, giving his jacket a tug to pull him back to herself. “I like the sound of that, Kent.”

Roy could’ve stayed on that pitch forever, holding her and kissing her, finally able to show everyone how he felt about her and how she miraculously felt about him. The feeling of winning the whole fucking thing, and having his girl in his arms, and hearing his team shout and celebrate, it was intoxicating as hell.

But, as Keeley reminded him with a giggle, there was pomp and circumstance to get through.

His whole body shook with excitement as he stood by Rebecca’s side and received the trophy. In the smiling crowd, he locked gazes with those familiar eyes. Could his smile get any bigger? he wondered. Surely that would be the morning headline: Richmond’s Roy Kent finally knows how to smile. And damn, if it wasn’t something he wanted to keep doing.

Once things began to die down on the pitch, Keeley began herding him towards the press conference he still had to do before celebrating with the team. He kept an arm wrapped around the Whippet’s manager as he finally made his way through the halls, to the familiar door that led to the press room. He paused in front of it, thinking about all the less-than-stellar moments he’d had in there. Announcing his retirement. Watching Jamie have a meltdown. Throwing a chair at George fucking Willows after being asked about Keeley. Being asked intrusive questions about his love life and the drama of this season. Some crappy things happened in that room, he admitted to himself.

But today? Today he walked in with his head held high; for the first time in a long time, Roy Kent felt nothing but good about himself and his life. His team was officially the best in the Premier League, and he had the girl of his dreams to kiss after the match. He allowed himself a smile as he settled in front of the cameras, enjoying the surprise on the reporters’ faces when they caught sight of his expression. In the back of the room, Keeley gave him a thumbs up before wrapping her arm around the Whippets’ manager, who shot him a wink that had his stupid grin widening.

Yeah. This might be the best fucking day of his whole fucking life.

The clamoring began before he even sat down. Roy rolled his eyes, albeit good-naturedly for once, and pointed to a familiar face, a reporter he didn’t fully hate. “Yeah?”

“Coach Kent, how does it feel to lead the Greyhounds to do the impossible?”

Roy leaned into his seat, determined to at least look relaxed. “Feels fucking great,” he said. “And I’m going to ignore that ‘impossible’ thing.” He smirked at the tittering from the reporters. “Because honestly, this team is fucking incredible. And anyone who thought this was ‘impossible’ for those lads hasn’t been paying attention.” After answering a few questions about the season and the match, he could see the journalists beginning to get restless. It was clear what they would be asking next. He pointed to another raised hand. “You.”

“A certain coach had an… interesting way of congratulating you,” the reporter asked in a timid voice. “Anything to say about that?”

For a moment, he glanced to the back of the room. Not to Keeley, like he usually did during these things, but to the pair of eyes that gazed back with a beautiful mixture of adoration and teasing. Another wink encouraged him to lean forward on his elbows and ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. “There’s a lot I can say about that,” he chuckled. “But, all I will say is this-” He looked directly at those bright eyes. “-I’m fucking mad about that woman. She seems to think I’m alright, which is nice. And she continues to be one of the most impressive managers I’ve had the honor of watching on the pitch. And I am looking forward to seeing her and the Whippets kick some serious ass next weekend.”

More questions were hurled at him, mostly excited and kind ones, but Roy didn’t really hear them. He was too focused on trying not to simply sit and stare at that pretty face that smiled at him and made him feel like he’d won more than the Premier League.

~

I pulled my dark blue blazer on and turned to get a good look at myself in the mirror. Dark blue blazer, white blouse, best jeans, hair up in a ponytail, red lipstick applied, necklace my grandfather had given me around my neck. This was it, I decided. This was the outfit of a Women’s Super League-winning coach.

“You look fucking amazing.” A pair of strong arms wrapped around me as a scruffy kiss smacked my cheek. “Like a fucking winner.” Roy smirked at me in the mirror. He looked damn good in his white Whippets kit, the number six on his back and something that kind of looked like love in his eyes. If my entire season wasn’t on the line, I’d be debating ripping off that jersey and throwing Roy onto the bed. “Gonna wear your gold medal?” he teased.

With an eyeroll, I slipped out of his grasp and sat on my bed. “Just toss me my sneakers, Kent.”

Roy raised an eyebrow as he moved towards my familiar Converse that sat perfectly next to the closet. “Wow, I get to touch the Match Day shoes? What an honor.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled as I took the shoes from him and tugged them on. “I’m hoping your luck from last weekend rubs off on me and the Whippets.” I knew that underneath my joking tone, he could hear my nerves. Roy always seemed to know what was going on beneath the surface.

Sure enough, he sat down next to me and took my hand. “Oi.” His voice was as soft as his gaze. “You’re going to be fucking brilliant.” He kissed my forehead. “Your team is incredible. You are incredible. You’re Coach Bucky. World Cup winner, Olympic champion, NWSL Coach of the Year.” He shook his head as he rattled off my résumé with a smile on his face. “You’ve fucking got this.”

“I know.”

He raised his thick eyebrows at me expectantly. “But?”

“But…” I sighed heavily and let my head fall against his shoulder. “There’s just so much pressure,” I murmured. “It’s our first season. And with all of my personal drama…” I closed my eyes. “I have to win. I have to show that I’m a fucking winner. If I don’t, I’ll forever be that slutty American who slept with Roy freaking Kent.”

He gave me a light shove. “Oi, I thought you liked sleeping with Roy Kent.”

“Roy,” I huffed. “I’m being serious. I need to win today. I have to prove that I deserve to be taken seriously. Everything I’ve built this year is on the line. If we don’t do this, I don’t know-”

“Babe.” Roy shifted and lifted my legs until they draped over his lap. His arms felt like a warm blanket as they wrapped around my waist and tugged me close. “You don’t have to prove shit to anyone. You’re lightyears better at this job than I am-” A snort slipped out of my nose. “-and everyone knows it, no matter what happens today. You are brilliant and accomplished. And if it’s not this year, it’ll be next year.” He gave me a squeeze. “But I believe in you. Your team believes in you. Rebecca and Keeley and all the Greyhounds believe in you. Fuck what anyone else says.” He kissed my forehead, lingering for a moment. “You can always just punch them anyways.”

Fucking Roy, making me laugh and forget my anxiety. As I smiled through my nerves and kissed his mouth, probably smudging my lipstick, all I could think was how badly I wanted him to make me laugh for the rest of my fucking life.

~

The feeling of pride in Roy’s chest was unlike anything he’d ever felt in his life. The energy of the stadium vibrated through his whole body, and he couldn’t help the lump in his throat when he saw how absolutely packed the place was. He walked confidently into the owners’ box holding Phoebe’s hand tight. He smiled down at his bouncing niece, with her bright eyes and her own Bucky kit. She was talking a million miles a minute, reminding him of Keeley, chattering all about how well she knew the Whippets would do and asking if Roy was really going to take her onto the pitch after the match if the Whippets won. Her yammering only stopped so she could give Keeley a hug and take her seat next to the blonde.

“Ready to see your girl in action?” Keeley teased over Phoebe’s head as Roy took his seat.

His broad smile would have been enough of an answer. “She’s gonna be so fucking brilliant,” Roy laughed. “I can fucking feel it.” He narrowed his eyes at Phoebe’s expectant face. “Add it to my tab,” he grumbled.

To his surprise, Phoebe shook her head. “You get a free pass today, Uncle Roy,” she informed him earnestly. “It’s a very big day for Bucky and you’re probably very stressed.” She nodded, her demeanor comically matter of fact. “So, I’ll let it slide. Just for today.”

“Thanks, Pheebs,” he chuckled, kissing the top of her head. He nodded to Rebecca as she took her spot on Keeley’s other side. “Boss,” he greeted with a salute.

“Coach Kent,” she replied, a sparkle in her eye as she saluted back. “Beautiful night for a game, hmm?” Despite her calm tone, Roy could see the way her fingers drummed on her lap nervously.

He smirked at her. “Ready to be the owner of two winning teams?”

She shook her head, holding back a laugh. “Not thinking about it,” she announced firmly. “I am just going to enjoy the match, cheer for our girls, and feel proud of them no matter what.”

Keeley, Roy, and Pheobe all just stared at her until a smile broke out across her face.

“Alright, yes, I’m fucking ready!” She turned her attention to the field, where the Whippets were beginning to line up. “Let’s go, Whippets!”

The quartet were joined in the box by Beard and Nate and Jamie, who looked quite comfortable wearing Kira Malone’s name on his back. There were deafening cheers all around as the Whippets were introduced. Roy’s whole body felt warm as he bellowed their names; even without being head over heels for their manager, Roy would feel beyond proud of these women. He’d watched them work all season long, through sweat and injuries and fatigue and the harsh media. And they’d done it all with smiles on their faces and their heads held high. They were impressive and inspiring, and Roy already knew they would win that trophy.

And they had ninety minutes to do it.

After the players were introduced, the Whippets’ coaches stepped forward to shake hands with the opposing coaching staff.  Of course, every eye in the owners’ box turned to Roy with mischievous smirks on their faces.

Not that Roy noticed. He was too busy jumping to his feet so he could cup his hands around his mouth and bellow, “Let’s fucking go, Buck!”

With that colossal voice of his, no one was surprised to see the manager look up in their direction. Her red-lipped smile was clear as day, and they all oohed teasingly when they saw her blow a kiss up towards them.

“Obviously that was for me,” Jamie joked, turning around and winking at his manager.

“Fuck off,” Roy chuckled as he resumed his seat. He gave the striker a light shove before turning his attention back to the pitch. Fuck, how was he supposed to focus on the match that was starting when she was down there, looking strong and confident and powerful- not to mention gorgeous. His heart hammered in his chest as he watched her in her element, shouting excitedly at her team and reaching out for Luke’s hand every now and then. Some part of him wanted to watch her forever; the other part of him couldn’t wait for the ninety minutes to end so he could wrap his arms around her and celebrate her victory.

A stray piece of popcorn smacked him in the temple and diverted his attention.

Keeley shot him that shit-eating grin and tossed a fresh piece of popcorn into her mouth. “You’re drooling, Roy-o.”

He narrowed his eyes at her and reached over Phoebe’s lap to steal a handful of Keeley’s popcorn. “Yeah, yeah,” was all he could manage. He smiled down at Pheobe, whose attention was rapt with the match in front of her. “Having fun?” he asked loudly, amused to find that her trance was just as intense as the one he’d just been in.

All the little blonde could do was nod, mouth slightly agape, as she watched the Whippets score their first goal of the match. The entire stadium was on their feet, deafening with their shouts and cheers as the players embraced. But of course, the only thing Roy could see was their manager and the way she looked up at the owners’ box, right at him.

~

Lucas was holding my hand so tight he was going to cause permanent damage to my blood circulation. Not that I cared; we had succeeded in keeping the game tied 2-2 all through stoppage time, and now Amanada Camacho had managed to secure a penalty kick. With my free hand, I gripped my necklace tightly, as if the little gold charm would somehow direct Amanda’s kick into the right direction.

The forward made her move, running towards the ball, and gave a powerful kick-

That sailed perfectly into the corner of the goal, out of the goalie’s reach.

In unison, Lucas and I let out sharp screams and crashed into each other’s arms, trading kisses on cheeks and foreheads. When the referee blew her whistle, we sprinted onto the field, greeting our mob of Whippets in a pile of hugs that evolved into a mountain of players and staff tumbling over each other. It was loud and chaotic- and beautiful. Somewhere in the reveling, tears had formed in my eyes, but they didn’t fall until I found myself face to face with Rebecca’s glowing smile and own teary eyes.

“Well done,” she said simply, wrapping me in a tight hug. “Well fucking done.”

I melted into her embrace- fuck, how was this woman so perfect that even her hugs were the best?- and finally let the tears fall. “Thank you for believing in me,” was all I could manage.

She shook her head. “That’s just the Richmond way,” she chuckled as Keeley approached us.

The blonde wrapped us both into a group hug, chattering about how brilliant the girls had been, how brilliant I had been, how we were going to have the biggest celebration ever once we left the stadium, how I’d better have brought a change of clothes like she’d instructed me so we could party properly.

But her excitement was drowned out by my beating heart when I caught sight of a pair of beautiful brown eyes sparkling at me.

“Kent!” I shrieked, breaking free of my bosses’ warm embraces. I sprinted towards him, this time under stadium lights and falling confetti rather than pouring rain, and launched myself into his arms. He caught me with ease, lifting me and letting me wrap my legs around him. With a couple of first place finishes under our belts, we were finally free to be as publicly insufferable as we wanted- which I planned on taking full advantage of. I figured a dramatic kiss on the pitch was a good start, and Roy seemed to agree as he attached his lips to mine hungrily.

“So. Fucking,” he huffed into my mouth between kisses, “Proud.” He held me tighter, pressing my chest harshly to his. “You’re amazing.”

I finally removed myself from the kiss so I could bury my burning hot face in his shoulder. He let me plant my feet back on the ground, but kept his arms firmly around me. “Roy,” I murmured, realizing I had something important to tell him. “I-”

“Bucky!” Phoebe jumped onto my back, nearly knocking me over.

“Pheebs!” I laughed, turning away from Roy so I could hug his niece. “I’m so glad you came,” I gushed. “Your team wins a championship next, right?” When I glanced up at Roy over Phoebe’s head, he was already gazing at me, something soft on his face. He’d been doing that a lot lately, I realized as I returned his smile. This gentle stare that held something significant, something I felt sure one of us would break down and say soon. Something I’d wanted to say since I first ran out in the rain to him.

But I didn’t have time to think about that. Not when my team was calling for me to join them to be crowned the Women’s League champions and hoist the trophy in the air and beam with pride as cameras flashed in our faces.

I was still beaming as I held Roy’s hand in the club the Greyhounds and Whippets took over to celebrate both of our victories; Rebecca was something of a blubbering mess as she took the microphone early in the night and thanked both clubs for their hard work, thanked our coaching staffs for surviving the wild ride that had been our season (Beard raised his eyebrows in our direction, clearly remembering being frustrated enough to lock us in a shed), and above all thanked Keeley for being her partner in the adventure of establishing what she knew would be a great legacy of women’s football in Richmond.

By the time Rebecca finished and called me up to make my own speech, I was close to joining Rebecca in her tears; unfortunately, I knew I wouldn’t look as graceful as she did once my waterworks began flowing. So instead, I focused on smiling as I kissed her cheek and took the accepted the microphone from her.

“How’re we feeling, Richmond?” I was answered with cheers and shouts from our teams and their loved ones. “I’ll try to keep this brief so we can get back to partying- although my Whippets probably already know I’m not as capable of brevity as the Greyhounds say Coach Kent is.” The mere mention of Roy’s name provoked catcalls and wolf whistles from both squads. “Calm down,” I laughed, shaking my head when I caught Roy’s not-really-annoyed eyeroll aimed at Jamie. “I just want to say thank you,” I continued once the commotion subsided. “Thank you to the Whippets, for all of your incredible work and dedication. I think we made it clear to the Women’s Super League and all of England that W.F.C. Richmond has arrived.” Cheers again filled the club, as well as my heart. “Thank you to our fearless leaders Keeley and Rebecca, for believing in us every step of the way.” Keeley’s little bow alongside Rebecca’s refined wave had me giggling into the microphone. “A special thanks to our dear Greyhounds. It was an adjustment learning to work together-” Coach Beard’s exaggerated groan could be heard loudly over everyone else’s teasing hums. “-but we managed.” I shot Roy a wink that was returned with a blown kiss. “And, personally, more than anyone else I have to thank my right-hand man.” My eyes found Lucas’s. “Luke,” I sighed. “You formed me into the player I was so proud to be. You mentored me into the coach I’ve become. You were insane enough to follow me here for this adventure, you held my hand during every scary moment and picked me up every time I fell. We came here for greatness-” I shrugged, gesturing to the assembled group of champion athletes. “- and I think we fucking found it.” Both teams hollered in agreement, but still managed to hear my last few words: “Richmond on three! One, two, three-”

“RICHMOND!”

In a blur of cheers and hugs and kisses, I finally found myself back in Roy’s embrace, accepting the chaste kiss he pressed to my lips.

“Wanna sneak off for a moment?” he hummed in my ear. “After that, I need to give you a proper kiss. And if I do that here, I think Beard might actually be fucking ill.”

I leaned into his touch. “Can’t have that,” I teased back.

We wandered away from the bar, ignoring the eyerolls from our friends when they caught sight of our lovesick expressions. We had warned them early on; they were going to miss the days of our screaming matches and insults. These days, instead of walking in on arguments, they walked in on make out sessions. Jamie had more than a few times accused us of trying to make him go blind. Even Keeley grimaced when I asked if she wanted to continue Manager Mondays next season, clearly regretting asking us to be more affectionate once we were public.

All season everyone bitched at us about getting along. We were only giving the people what they wanted.

Roy clearly knew what he wanted when he found a dark, isolated corner where he could press my back against a column that hid us from view. His mouth melded with mine as his hands lazily stroked up and down my sides. I sighed against his kiss and snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him flush against me. My mind was filled with thoughts of the weeks ahead of us; sure, we’d have a shit ton of press, but once the circus was over, this was all I wanted to worry about. We’d floated the idea of going on some fabulous vacation together, turning our phones off and isolating ourselves in a little bubble of sex and food and laughter. I’d told Roy we could settle plans once the seasons were ended, which he had seemed thrilled about. Or at least as thrilled as Roy could manage. But as I kissed him harshly and melted in his arms, I briefly considered that spending our entire break locked in his house with nothing but takeout, movies, and his bed sounded just as good as whatever destination he had in mind.

Still, we’d worked hard and gone through a lot; we deserved a damn vacation.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he mumbled as he began to wander down my neck. “Seeing you on the pitch today… and up there with your speech…” He groaned softly and pressed a slow kiss to my collarbone. “Don’t think I’ve ever loved you more than I do right now.”

My grip on him tightened as my body tensed up. Not bothering to hide my wide smile, I tugged at him until his face was inches away from mine. “You love me?”

His smile was sloppy and bashful, my favorite sight. “Fucking ’course I do,” he murmured as he brushed some hair out of my face. “You’re something special, you know that? I think I’ve loved you since that moment in the shed at the fucking retreat, hearing you say we were both going to win the whole fucking thing. Called it ‘fairy tale shit’.” He touched his nose to mine. “This right here, this is some fairy tale shit.”

“It is,” I breathed before closing the space between your mouths, pulling Roy into a tender kiss. Before I could deepen it into something a bit harsher, he pulled back, eyebrow quirked playfully. “What?” I chuckled.

“I love you,” he whispered, raising both eyebrows now.

I nodded, trying to hide the grin that was growing on my face. “So I heard.”

He rolled his eyes and took my face in his hands. “Anything you care to say to me, Coach Buck?”

He knew. Of course he fucking knew. He knew from the way I kissed him and the way I looked at him and the way I held him close whenever I could. He knew from the way we made love at night and made breakfast together in the morning. He knew from the way our fingertips brushed when we passed each other at work. He knew from the million little things we shared every day.

But sometimes, a fella needs to hear the words.

“Fine,” I huffed, all faux exasperation as I tugged his face back towards mine. “I guess I love you too.”

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[thetarttfuldickhead]

If there’s ever a TL spinoff featuring and the formation of a Richmond’s women’s team and not many of the original cast except for Keeley and Rebecca, I still need need it to start with Jamie dropping Keeley off at work, kissing her goodbye (SURPRISE LOOK AT THOSE TWO CUTIES BACK TOGETHER, Jeeley nation RISE) as she rushes into a meeting with Rebecca, and then Jamie disappears off to his own little adventures off-screen.

The whole episode runs, stuff, stuff, stuff, maybe a few cute/sexy messages from Jamie throughout the day, and it ends with Keeley coming home, humming to herself as she unlocks the door with a huge cup of takeaway coffee in hand, scrolling through her phone as she walks into the kitchen—

“Keeley,” a dark voice says from a corner and Keeley SHRIEKS and THERE’S COFFEE EVERYWHERE and ROY LURKING ABOUT like a creepy weirdo [affectionate].

“Fucking hell!” Keeley says, once she’s done shrieking.

“Sorry,” Roy says, looking zero percent sorry (‘cause you know he lurked on purpose, he’s all about that lurking lifestyle, and it’s their thing, innit).

He steps up to her, takes her in his arms, “Let me make it up to you.” And he kisses her, long and deep and with oh so much barely constrained heat and how could she not respond, even after he scared her half to death again, and even if—

Keeley pulls back a little, frowning and looking towards the door. “Where’s Jamie?”

“Left him doing video review and analysis with Nate, he won’t be back for another couple of hours.”

“Oh. Then I guess we can—“

What they can do is have Roy kiss her again, apparently, because that’s what he does, lifting her up as he goes, and she wraps her legs around his waist and he murmurs I fucking missed you work’s been fucking crazy this week and—

“Actually,” comes a voice from the door, “Nate’s niece called and there been a box emergency, so he let me home early.” And there’s Jamie now, leaning against the door frame and looking super casual about finding his girlfriend snogging his coach.

“Jamie!” Keeley exclaims, startled and with her lips swollen from Roy’s attention.

“Hi, babe,” he says, smiling as he swaggers over to them. “This a benefit for the elderly kind of thing, or have you got room for one more?” He winks at Roy, sticking his tongue out.

Roy scoffs and rolls his eyes because fucking muppet but he stills reaches out to pull Jamie in, kissing him with just as much passion as he just kissed Keeley. “Always,” he says simply. “But,” he adds, a glint of dark pleasure in his eyes, “since you’re being a prick about it, I think we’ll make you do all the work, right, Keeley?”

“Yeah, Royo,” Keeley agrees, feigning a thoughtful purse of her lips. “I think we will.”

“Yeah, okay, mint, yeah.” Jamie looks half-gone already.

And Keeley giggles and wraps her arms tight around her boys and she thinks that they’re wrong, those people that tell you that you can’t have it all.

[nihidea-art]

What's one really Not Metal thing Metalh!Ed secretly likes and is lowkey ashamed of

Bonus points if you also draw his reaction to being found out (by Al, Winry, Roy, whoever)

MetalhEd loves to bake!

It all started a few months after he and Al first moved in together, when he wanted to bake a birthday cake for Al.

It was a bit of a disaster and Ed was upset because he just wanted to make it a special day for Al since they hadn’t been able to celebrate their birthdays properly in so long. Of course Al loved the gesture anyways, but Ed couldn’t let it go, so he started watching Youtube videos and stuff to learn more about it and figure out what went wrong. And then he found a channel making videos about the science of baking, and it was all over.

So it became a new obsession and he started baking constantly always trying out different recipes and techniques and experimenting and… okay so, yes, there is a science and a skill to baking bread too, but Ed is drawn to the precision and attention to detail required for French patisserie. So what if it’s not very metal, he enjoys the challenge of making macarons and petit fours and anyway, his French patisserie features a disproportionate amount of chocolate skulls and black butter cream, shut up.

(more infodump in the readmore)

ANYWAY Al is a bit mystified and amused but certainly not complaining because he gets to eat all the things that Ed bakes. Which Ed makes use of to buy his brother’s silence (…. As it were), because “you tell anyone about this and no more eclairs for you I swear to fuck”. Still it’s too much for the two of them to eat on their own so occasionally Ed brings some of it to uni or when he meets his punk friends, except he tells all of them it’s Al who makes them. Not sure how many of them buy it, though.

Ed’s baking ends up being something that brings him and Al closer together again, after they spent some of their formative years mostly apart and have to figure each other out again when they’re suddenly living together. Outside of science/studying they don’t have that many interests in common; they like different movies and different music, have different styles and hobbies … but the baking helps because it gives them something to do together; not just the baking and eating itself, but also religiously watching The Great British Bake-Off together.

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Tattooist and the Artist: Friendship and enemies

Part VI

Jason Todd (middle) x Male reader, featuring Roy Harper (Right)

Reader introduces Jason to his devout family in Star City.

Also, thought I’d include a typical day at the tattoo shop for Jason and Roy!

Jason swivelled in his chair as the day found to be quiet for once. Ever since Jason built his reputation as a tattooist his shop was always full of customers.

Now, every so often he finds there is an hour in the day that is quiet. Jason likes it quiet but also likes when he has something to keep himself busy.

‘My 11 cancelled, got a while till the next client’ Roy says as he walks over to Jason.

Jason hadn’t had any booking so the morning so he could get some stuff done in the shop, though he wasn’t anticipating it would be a quick job and now he feels he has nothing to do.

‘Wanna get a new tattoo?’ Jason asked Roy smiling as Roy nodded, sitting in the seat.

Jason prepped the gun as Roy pulled up a picture of a rose he has wanted for a while, Jason estimated it would be about half an hour.

‘Never usually this quiet’ Roy says as Jason begins to tattoo him, Jason chuckles a little as he wipes away the excess ink.

‘No, it’s ok it’ll pick up again, I got a 12pm and then I’m booked up for the rest of the afternoon’ Jason says as Roy hums in response.

‘You taking y/n anywhere nice this weekend?’ Roy asks his best friend.

Roy was so happy to hear that you and Jason were engaged. So happy that he pulled out wedding plans when Jason walked into work the next day.

‘He’s taking me to meet his parents’ Jason informed, deadpanned and not looking away from Roy’s arm.

‘Really? You ask a guy to marry you and you never met his parents before?’ Roy asks, Jason just sighs in response.

‘Y/n doesn’t really talk about his family, never really brought up me meeting them. I always respected him for it’ Jason replies, dipping the gun into the ink as he carries on his work.

Roy and Jason were so used to the feeling of the tattoo gun against their skin, they barely even notice it anymore.

Roy able to hold up a conversation without much thought always amazed Jason.

‘Hi, I have a booking with Jason?’ A man spoke, breaking Roy’s thoughts as he looked over, Jason still working away.

‘Hi, be right with you, sir’ Roy said as Jason was finishing up.

Jason wrapped up Roy’s arm as Roy handed Jason a 50, Jason giving his friend a strange look.

‘Buy y/n something spicy’ Roy laughed as Jason took the $50.

‘I will’

‘Thanks buddy’ Roy said as he went over to deal with the client.

You were working away in the office at the back of the studio you hadn’t even noticed the door to your studio opened.

‘Excuse me?’ A woman’s voice called out, you shot your head over your shoulder and smiled.

‘Hello, how can I help?’ You asked as the Lady pointed to a canvas on the wall.

‘This caught my attention when I was walking past, just wanted to have a closer view’ she said with a soft smile.

‘Take your time, call out if you need me’ you smiled back as you went to the office again.

You were keeping your head busy today as the weekend was approaching fast. You were dreading the drive to Star City and the conversation with your parents.

‘How was work?’ Jason asked you as you set the table, you turned to face him.

‘Was great, yours?’ You asked in return as Jason pulled you in for a kiss.

‘Even better now I’m home with you’ Jason smiled as he began to bite at your neck.

‘Jason, the dinner will burn’ you laughed as Jason sink his teeth into your neck and collarbone.

‘How about we skip dinner and go straight to dessert’ Jason growled as he began to kiss you hungrily.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close.

‘I’m starving’ you spoke in between kisses, Jason sighed as he pulled away.

‘Me too’

Jason had a spring in his step on patrol tonight as he was high in love, he had you and that was all that mattered to him.

Of course he has help from Arsenal tonight, who was his usual self.

Jason liked the little breaks between work, patrol and then sleeping next to you, his love. Jason liked the feeling of waking up with you there.

‘Got him, the cops are coming. I’ll cuff him, we should get out of here’ Roy said as Jason agreed, both men leaving the crime scene before GCPD showed up.

Saturday morning came and Jason was staring at three different shirts, hung up as he tried to see which one would be better to wear.

‘It’s only my parents, you don’t need to dress up’ you said, watching as Jason got too caught up in fashion.

‘Still, first impressions’ Jason pointed out, you threw on your denim jacket as Jason finally picked out a shirt we wanted to wear, along with some pants.

‘Finally, was about to say you can’t meet my mum and dad in your underwear’ you laughed, Jason scoffed.

‘I thought you liked me in my underwear?’ Jason said dramatically as you laughed again.

‘I do, but maybe hold up on the sex stuff while we’re at my parents’ you spoke as you put on your shoes.

The drive to Star City was made entertaining by the playlist Jason picked out for the two of you, with him singing his heart out through most of it.

Stops for gas, a break, switching over and lunch made it even better. You would have loved to just call it a day there and go back home, but Jason wanted to meet your family.

Arriving at the house filled you with dread as you pulled in front of the house, your childhood home stood up, filling your head with memories. Some good, some bad.

‘Right, before we go in, I need to tell you’ you began as Jason turned the engine off. Watching you as he waited for you to speak.

‘My family is devout Catholic, they didn’t take my coming out very well and may make some comments’ you continued, Jason nodded.

‘I get it’ he smiled, stroking the side of your face as he kissed your head.

You sighed as you and Jason decided to walk up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Jason fixing his shirt for the hundredth time.

The door swung open and there was your father, no reaction to you at the door as he scanned yours and Jason’s faces.

‘Hi dad’ you smiled as your father stepped closer and pulled you in for a hug. No smile, nothing.

‘It’s good to see you y/n’ he said, with no emotion detected in his face.

Your father turned his attention to Jason who smiled at the man, holding his hand out ready.

‘Hi sir, I’m Jason Todd’ Jason was extremely polite, considering your father only stared.

‘Nice to meet you’ your dad said as he shook Jason’s hand.

The two of you entered the home, what never felt like home to you towards the end of you were being honest.

‘Y/n!’ Your mother called out as she came over with her arms open to you.

‘Mama, this is Jason’ you pointed as she smiled a little at him.

‘Nice tattoos’ she commented as she looked him up and down.

‘Oh thanks’ he smiled, you winked at him as you both were taken over to the dining room table.

‘This is a lovely home Mr and Mrs y/l/n’ Jason commented.

You just focused on the fact that something was going to come up, something was going to be said.

‘Thank you, please call us Paul and Louise’ your mother said.

Your father, Paul, placed the teapot in front of you all as you poured yours and Jason’s tea. Your mother, Louise, just sat next to you as she watched the two of you interacting with each other.

‘So, Jason. What is it that you do for work?’ Paul asked, Jason sipped his tea as he looked at your father.

‘I’m a tattoo artist, I opened up my own studio’ he said, with a small smile.

‘That’s creative’ Louise said as she chuckled, you could almost hear the next sentence before it was said.

‘Does that pay well?’ Paul asked, you internally rolled your eyes.

Your father always brought money into everything, even when you were a kid it was all your father ever talked about. It helped you to save up, but it also didn’t make you feel any better if you ever brought yourself something.

The conversation between you all went fine, in fact it was better than you expected. Your dad was polite and your mum was being respectful.

At dinner time, your parents understood that Jason might not want to join in the prayer, but he surprised you by being involved, as he was in their home.

‘You want to see your old room?’ Your mum asked you, as she walked with upstairs.

Leaving Jason and your dad in the dining room, Jason thought best to really try and sell himself with your father more so.

‘I just want to say, I really love your son. I hope you understand I haven’t kept him away from you all this time’ Jason chuckled toward the end, Paul nodded gently.

‘I understand, thank you for your kind words. Haven’t seen my boy so happy before’

‘I was wondering, if I could have your blessing? I asked Y/n to marry me, but I wanted to be able to get your blessing’ Jason smiled, Paul nodded once again.

‘Of course, Jason’

The night sleep was interesting, as you hadn’t slept in your childhood bedroom since you were about 19. The only plus side is that Jason was next to you.

‘You ever get guys back here?’ Jason asked, lying in only his underwear in your bed.

‘You’re kidding right? I wasn’t allowed, my parents were against everything’ you laughed.

‘They seem ok’ Jason shrugged, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You thought hard about it and seemed only logical that your parents got better with the thought after you left. And I guess seeing you with Jason.

‘I guess so’ you side smiled, resting better into Jason’s arm and wrapping yourself in the covers.

‘Best get some sleep’ Jason whispered as he kissed you. For the first time since this morning.

Jason could rarely go more than two hours without kissing you, unless of course he was at work. In which case, he’d give you extra kisses when he got home.

The sunlight hit different today as your settings were different, you’d been away for so long you forgot about the morning view you used to get.

Coffee morning with your parents was nice as your parents were gentle and sweet to you both, seemed a nice change. Your dad could be cold at times and your mother always had boundary issues.

Both your parents hugged you goodbye, along with Jason and telling him how they really like him and approve.

The drive home was a little slow but it was nice for you to reflect, as Jason fell asleep in the passenger seat.

You weren’t in a hurry to see them again, but you did like that Jason had met them now. He had an opinion on them, it may be different to yours, but it was done and it went better than you expected.

Getting back home, all Jason wanted to do was cuddle with you as you enjoyed the rest of your Sunday. Quiet and isolating together.

[dollwritesarchive]

If you’re still taking DC blurb requests, would you be able to write Roy and the reader making a sex tape? I can totally see him being on a power trip over the idea of getting to watch back how pathetic you get for him even when he’s away on long missions (and maybe even show it off to some of his friends).

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, exhibitionism ( via being recorded ), very mild choking, praise, suggested dacryphilia, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i love love love this idea, and i’m high af writing it so i HOPE it turns out okay. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there are probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Smile wide for the camera, pretty girl…” Roy was moaning against your ear, and you push back against his deep, slow thrust. he was only teasing you because he knew it would coax those cute, little whines in the form of his name from your lips, and push your lower tier out in a pout. he knew that by teasing, he could get those adorable puppy dog eyes.

pressing his entire weight into your back, one arm stretches out to retrieve his phone; it had been propped up on the bedside table, aimed at your face. Roy needed every angle of your visage possible— he had to see how your countenance twisted in pleasure played back to him, so when he was halfway across the world, he could imagine his fist was your perfect pussy.

you mewl in response to being pinned against the mattress, and tilt your head to follow the camera as he pulled it closer, his other hand creeping around your throat to rest there. with a low grunt, Roy rocks his hips when you smile, drunken on pleasure, and he nibbles on your earlobe. “You look so damn cute like this,” he’s breathing hot and heavy in your ear, “Taking me deep in that soft, warm cunt a’ yours. Taking care of me like this. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

you roll your head back, and it was a partial nod, and you allow the moan to spill out amidst a shaky gasp, “Fuck! Yes, Roy… Mm, feels good!”

Roy moans, husky, with pure euphoric delight, and shoves the phone into your hands so he can use his now freed extremity to reach under your body. “Talk to the camera, baby girl, tell me how much you love it.” his hand slips between your hips, blindly seeking your netherlips and rubs around until he finds your clit, pressing it tight between two fingers.

it was difficult to keep the camera from shaking, especially when he pressed and scraped against your swollen button, but you held on to the phone with both hands, trying your best to keep your eyes on the camera, and you whine. “Oh, god, Roy, I love it when you fuck me just like this!” you hoped you were close enough to the microphone to keep the sounds of him pounding hard into your slick from drowning you out. “S—so fucking deep in my ti—ight, little pussy! I’m about… I’m about to cum, please don’t stop!”

to your surprise, his fingers tighten around your throat, and you can’t help yourself: your eyes cross at the sensation of him choking you and fucking you this hard. “Roy!” you croak, back arching hard.

“Keep calling for me,” he whispers through grit teeth, using the very tips of his fingers to push at your cheek and turn your attention to him. you had to look halfway over your shoulder, but his head hovers there, and you trade hot breath, swallowing his moans and he swallowing yours when he locks your lips in a sloppy kiss, “you’re such a good fucking girl when the camera turns on.” he slurs against your lips, and you whine for him, nodding to every syllable. “And you’d better get ready, pretty girl, because I’m gonna make you cum ‘till you’re in tears just so I can show the rest of the Titans just how much of a cute, little crybaby you are when I pound this pussy.”

[goodmorninglovelies42]

Letting Go. A ~1k one-shot featuring soft Roy/Jamie and spanking as stress relief.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49673470

“Do you want a spanking, Jamie?”

Roy didn’t even look up from the sudoku he was working from the Sunday paper. Like a proper grandad with his old man hobby, thought Jamie grumpily. Jamie didn’t answer and just dug his toes into Roy’s thighs even harder.

He’d been in a hell of a mood all morning. He’d given monosyllabic answers to Roy’s questions over breakfast and sat sullenly, despite Roy’s efforts to draw him into conversation. When they’d moved into the living room, Jamie had sighed heavily as they settled on the sofa, poking at Roy every so often, just to see if he’d get a reaction. He knew he was being a brat, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.

They’d lost the match yesterday, and Jamie had missed a goal. One he assuredly should have gotten. No one had yelled at him about it or even seemed mad at him. Roy had just held his hand over the gear shift on the way home, not even mentioning it. He’d sulked all night, frustrated and self-recriminating, and he woke up this morning just feeling…unsettled.

After another dig at his thigh, Roy finally set the sudoku down and turned his whole body to face Jamie. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his tone firm. Jamie shook his head. “Then I’ll ask again -- do you want a spanking?” Jamie shrugged, looking away.

“Hey.” Roy tapped his knee, drawing Jamie’s attention back to him. “You have to tell me if you do. I’m not a mind reader.” Which was rude, honestly. Wasn’t like Jamie was hiding it all that well.

Jamie bit his lip and with a put-upon sigh, finally answered. “Yeah, okay, I do.”

“Fucking finally,” Roy muttered as he grasped Jamie’s bicep and gently guided him over his lap. Once he settled him in place, he stroked his hand through Jamie’s hair, his soft touch belying the harsh words. “Should have just done this last night.”

“Well, why didn’t you?” asked Jamie stroppily.

“I was trying to be sensitive” Roy answered peevishly, as he briefly tightened his fingers in Jamie’s hair. That gentle pull was like a direct calming button to Jamie’s brain, quieting the noise that had been humming there since the evening before. “Well, we’re here now. Up a bit” He tapped Jamie’s bum, urging him to lift up as he pulled his joggers and pants down to his thighs.

His left hand settled warm on Jamie’s back and his right rubbed gently on his arse. Roy paused. “You know this isn’t a punishment, right?” Jamie buried his face into his arms on the sofa cushions, refusing to answer. Roy’s hand drifted down over his thighs. “You don’t deserve to be punished. You’re allowed to make mistakes, and it doesn’t make you less of a player. Or less of a man,” he added gently. Jamie felt a burning prickle at the back of his eyes, but still didn’t answer.

Roy seemed to accept Jamie’s lack of response. “Right then. Here we go.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack.

Jamie jolted, before settling into the heat as Roy continued, laying slap upon slap on Jamie’s rear. The smacks were firm, but not excessively hard. Roy seemed to be aiming for a slow burn rather than a sharp shock, and he wasn’t sticking to any set pattern. The smacks fell high on the crests of his cheek down to the juncture where bottom met thigh.

Jamie’s breath hitched when Roy’s hand fell on a particularly sensitive part of Jamie’s inner cheek. Roy paused, bringing his left hand up to the back of Jamie’s neck, warm and heavy. “Alright?” he asked, gently.

“Please, Roy.” Jamie’s voice was ragged, rusty as if from disuse.

“Please what, babe?” His hand rubbed soft figure eights over his arse.

Jamie drew a deep breath in, with effort. “Please…please, don’t stop.”

The hand on his neck squeezed as if in reward, and Roy bent down to press a kiss to the back of his head. The tears that had been threatening finally started to spill over silently.

Roy continued. Jamie’s arse was on fire. But the more it burned, the more his thoughts quieted. The guilt and anxiety he’d been feeling since the night before felt like it was melting away. The smacks jolted through his pelvis and he felt the tingles out to his fingers and toes.

Through it all, Roy continued, laying down spank after spank with occasional pauses to rub and pat. When he moved down to Jamie’s upper thighs, Jamie finally broke, sobbing into his arms, letting go of all thought and feeling, and just sinking into the heat and pain that felt so good.

“There we are,” he thought he heard Roy say under his breath, and he felt strong hands lifting him up. Roy shifted to lie against the arm of the sofa and pulled Jamie onto his chest on top of him. He pressed soft kisses onto Jamie’s forehead and rubbed up and down his back as Jamie continued to cry into his chest.

After some time, Jamie surely couldn’t say how much, his tears finally stopped. He felt drained, but in a good way, like a wet rag that had been wrung out. He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at his boyfriend. “Thank you, Roy.”

Roy brushed his hair off his forehead. “Anytime.”

“I’m sorry I was such a brat this morning.”

Roy shrugged with nonchalance. “You were fine. You’ve put up with worse from me.” Jamie scoffed but leaned in for a kiss, which Roy returned with an undemanding kind of heat. When they broke apart, Roy stroked his hair again. “Feeling better?”

Jamie smiled, a little embarrassed, and looked away. “Yeah, sound.” He looked back into Roy’s eyes. “Thanks, babe. Really.”

“I meant what I said, you know. It’s okay to make a mistake.”

Jamie flushed and lay his cheek down on Roy’s chest. “Yeah, I know. Goldfish and all that, right? I don’t know why I get so in me head about it all.”

“If anyone gets it, I do, but next time, try and tell me a little sooner, and we’ll take care of it, yeah?”

Jamie nodded gratefully, face still on Roy’s chest. He lifted his head and leaned in for another kiss, trying to put all the gratitude into it that he had trouble putting into words.

Roy stroked his hand down once more down his back and reached down to restore his pants and joggers, giving his bum a soft pat. “What do you say we watch something?”

Jamie nodded, his eyes already feeling heavy. Roy shifted, reaching for the remote and settling Jamie’s head into his lap. He turned on some nature documentary, and Jamie let David Attenborough’s voice and Roy’s fingers soothe him into sleep, feeling loved and grateful.

[leupagus]

Okay everybody

Spoilers (maybe, if I'm a genius like I think) for tomorrow's Ted Lasso episode, but the new stills came out and I would like to draw the audience's attention to this:

Where we see both Colin and Trent in the background (and Dani being adorable in the foreground and Sam — we'll get to him in a second — on the blurry right).

Now, from the trailer we get a brief shot of where this likely is:

Namely, Sam's place. These two pictures are opposite sides of the restaurant (and I'll bet dollars to donuts right now that Trent is sitting with Roy, rather than Beard and Ted.)

There's another shot from the trailer, though, that I think is relevant:

Featuring Trent putting his jacket on over a navy button-down — the same navy button-down that he's wearing in the above still. Which is strikingly similar to the one Colin is wearing in that same still.

There have been rumors (and a lot of fannish hope) that this episode will reveal Colin as a gay character, and I think that's possible. And if that happens, I'm going to go ahead and tinhat that the same-shirt-ness will turn out to be some sort of metaphor for Trent being gay too.

[danistartt]

Dirty, Dirty Criminals- Jamie Tartt

pairings: jamie tartt x reader, ted lasso, roy kent, the team warnings: spoilers for mom city, james tartt, injury about: a request about reader comforting jamie and a request about reader calming him down!

You’re inside the Man City locker room when Jamie limps inside, pacing the perimeter of the benches. He pauses to watch you in surprise, remembering the enthusiastic glance the two of you had shared just before he’d come in. He should’ve known the strange strain of your smile was worry.

You turn a corner and catch his eye, features brightening, spine straightening. “Jamie,” you say, eyes constellating down his body. They catch on the rise of his right ankle, the way his shoulders lean to the opposite side. Your eyebrows pinch in worry, stepping toward him.

“What’re you doin’ here?” he asks, letting you help him to a bench. You sit him down and fuss at him, a palm over his cheek to catch his eye.

“You were down for a while, Jamie,” you tell him, pushing back stubborn strands of hair. You watch him for a second more before blinking yourself out of it, stepping back to stare at his ankle. “Are you in pain?” Your face contorts. “I don’t… do you want ice? Painkillers?” You hurry to another bench and grab your medical bag. “I have–”

“I’m okay,” he assures, placing a hand against your forearm. “They gave me the good stuff.”

You nod, searching his face. You glance back down. “Are you okay?”

He hesitates then, gaze drifting away from you to a space above the locker room. You soften, the din whirr of the ending buzzer echoing inside. There’s massive cheering that follows thereafter.

“Okay,” you murmur, already foreseeing the entrance of the team. “That’s okay.” You step closer to him and let him hug you, pushing his head against your stomach. You smooth your fingers through his hair and drop a kiss at the part of his forehead you can see, feeling his fingers fist your shirt. He takes in an unsteady breath, pulling you closer.

The pounding of heavy footsteps shakes the ground lightly, and although they’re still a distance away, Jamie separates, his cheeks flushed. You don’t ask again, brushing a thumb along the delicate skin beneath his eyes and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I’m really proud of you, you know?” you tell him.

He nods. “Thank you.”

Roy comes inside first, glancing around. His features are pulled tightly, a giant grin on his face. The team floods in next, quickly crowding Jamie and you step back to let him celebrate, keeping worried attention on his body language.

-

He sits next to you on the bus ride home, absentmindedly playing with your fingers as he chatters with his teammates, and when you arrive at Richmond, he leans against you and holds your hand, watching the rest of the guys pack up as Isaac makes them promise to drink water on their night out. He heads out, clapping Jamie’s hand. 

“Are you guys gonna join us?” he asks.

You glance at Jamie. “Your choice, babe.”

He shakes his head. “Nah. Gotta get this sorted out.” He gestures to his ankle. “But you have fun with your water, yeah?”

Isaac chuckles, saying goodbye to you before he leaves. Cockburn, Bumbercatch, and Colin leave next. You stand to collect Jamie’s things as he says something to Colin and then Dani, stepping in front of him, his bag slung around your shoulder, once everyone is out.

“Let’s go ice that foot. You ready?”

Jamie hesitates, staring down at his lap. “Actually… can we go home? Do it there?”

You cock your head at him but nod. “Yeah. Of course.” Jamie’s jaw twitches, his bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you need help?”

“No, no,” he reassures, but you’re dumping everyone on the ground already, getting his crutches and helping him slide them on his arms. “Thank you,” he says again, laughing lightly.

“We’re gonna ice it on and off for a few hours, okay?” you tell him, pulling him gently to his feet. “I think I have some of those big wrap-around things already ready.”

He nods, features sorry as he watches you pull on his backpack and your bag. “I can carry that.”

“No. You’re injured.”

“Barely,” he scoffs.

“Don’t make it worse,” you say mildly. “I can do it. Let me help you.”

Jamie purses his lips and accepts it, giving his coaches a two-finger salute as you say goodbye before letting you help him out to the car.

The ride is silent the whole way home–at least in terms of Jamie. He reflects on some of the plays of the game and responds to your questions, but the excitement he’d normally have after a match is faded down to something hazier. Sadder.

You heave a big sigh once you’re finally inside your house, carefully wrapping a long ice pack around his injured ankle. His features are pinched, focus on your hands. You stay crouched even after you’re done, watching him stare blankly.

“Jamie,” you start brittly, a hand crawling up to squeeze one of his. He meets your eyes and you ask, gently, “What’s wrong?”

He purses his lips, tilting his chin up. The angle highlights the sunken crescents under his eyes and the soft wobble of his bottom lip when he breathes out.

“Jamie,” you repeat, edging a little desperate. You stand, looping your arms around his neck like you did in the locker room. He hooks his own arms round your waist, fingers brushing against your skin when he twiddles them. He inhales and exhales shakily.

“I don’t think he went today, my dad.” Jamie doesn’t look at you but takes advantage of your proximity. “I’m glad. But I couldn’t stop thinkin’ he’d just… appear. Like he usually does.” 

“He won’t,” you say. “And if he does, you’re not going to be alone. You’re not going to have to deal with him like you’ve had to before.”

Jamie nods, his tongue convexing his cheek. “Coach said I should think about forgivin’ him.” He plays with the end of your shirt. “For me.”

Your breath stutters, the rest of your body struggling to stay neutral. “Is that what you want?”

He takes a moment to respond, thinking it over. “I dunno. He said it wouldn’t be somethin’ for him but it feels a lot like it.”

“You don’t have to forgive him, Jamie,” you assure. His chin bobs in credence, but he hesitates.

“I don’t want to keep feelin’ like this,” he contends, features conflicted. Pleadingly, he looks up at you. “Do you think it would help? To forgive him?”

“I don’t know,” you admit mournfully. “But it’s not about me. Forgiveness is about you. It’s not about absolvement.” You pause. “I feel like that’s not the right word…” You pause for a second, collecting your thoughts. “I know you carry this, this weight around. And it taints a lot of your choices. What I think Ted’s trying to say is more… letting go of that anger--that thing that makes you need to affect your dad--so it isn’t what holds you together, and you can live for you.” 

Jamie swallows, and you can feel his nod against your stomach, the wet warmth that seeps through your blouse. “I don’t want him in my life.”

You nod. Then, plainly: “He doesn’t have to be. Not at all. It doesn’t matter what happens.” Jamie sniffles, nodding.

After a minute, he breathes out shakily, a morose chuckle finally dipping in something lighter. 

You sneak a few fingers along his face and tuck them under his chin, angling it up very tenderly. His face is streaked sparkly, the pad of your thumb rubbing some of its glitter away. “What is it?”

“Nothin’. It’s just, y’know this is the first time in, like, a week I haven’t felt this huge weight on my chest?”

“A week?”

“It left when we went to my mom’s. And then, shwoop. Right back on me ribs a little after.” 

You dwell on this, fingers tracing lazily along Jamie’s face. “What do you think it was?”

He shrugs. “As long as it’s gone.”

You nod, the slants of his features making you change the subject. “How’s your ankle?”

Jamie looks down at it and purses his lips.

“Here.” You back away, urging him to put his foot up on a little mountain of pillows you throw together. “I’ll get you some water and I think we still have some stew in the fridge from a few days ago…”

“Stew?” he repeats, his question at the beginning of being amused. “Babe, I’m not sick.”

When your eyes meet, he can see the little wrinkle between your brows and the way the edges of your eyes downturn.

“C’mere.” He extends his arms out toward you and fixes his lips into a pout. “‘M pretty sure this is what the doctor ordered.”

You lift a brow, something returning to your features. “Is it? I’ve never heard of it.”

He nods suredly. “S’effective, too.” You roll your eyes, your grin rounding your cheeks.

Then, you sit next to him on the couch and turn him around until his head is on your lap. He hums pleasedly, taking your hand between both of his. “You don’t want any food? A movie?”

“I want to not move for a few hours, to be honest.”

“Fair. You get whatever you want today.”

“It’s eleven.”

“And tomorrow.”

Jamie shifts further into you, eyes fluttering shut with a sigh. He doesn’t go to sleep.

You take his hair into your hands again and contemplate. “You did really good today, Jamie. I’m so proud of you.”

One edge of his lips quirks up, his right eye blinking open to take a peek at you. “I did, didn’t I?”

You shake your head in wonder, staring blankly at an empty point on the wall. “You have no idea how excited we all were.”

“I could hear ya cheerin’ me on.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah. Gave me a little boost.”

“Not that you needed it. But happy to help.” You glance at his ankle. “How’s it feeling?”

“It’s not too cold or anythin’.” He looks cheeky. “It’s nice havin’ my girlfriend as my physical therapist.”

“Not yours. Legally. For the whole team. Rebecca says, legally, everyone but you.”

He curls his mouth up and thins his eyes in dissent, making a long, thin noise. “The team ain’t on your thighs, though. I am.” He grins. “You’re takin’ care of me.”

You shake your head. “Off the books.”

“Like a criminal? Like a dirty, dirty criminal?”

“No,” you say in surprise. Then you think. “Kind of.”

Jamie laughs, abandoning the quick, harsh pressures he conducts on the tips of your nails to lock his fingers between yours. “That was my dream when I was a lad, did’ya know?”

“No, it was not,” you scoff.

“Well, it should’ve been.” He watches you laugh, brushing his lips over your fingertips. “‘Cuz this is great.”

You can’t help but agree.

[cloudynyims]

I just wanted to say thank you (1/2 probably)

this is what happens when I read one too many @obwjam asks... its about 2000 words. Goodness I did not stop writing lolol. Funnily enough, this is all backstory for the story I originally wanted to write but I suck at mapping out story lengths. Features a bit of fearplay (not really, just S1 Jamie being an ass) I'll write the rest laterrrr

AFC Richmond was an interesting place for a borrower to choose to live. There were so many people, players, and coaches. The locker room smelled horrible, and you never could tell when someone would pop out of a room or come early to get some extra training in. On game days, it was virtually impossible to get anything at all, as the stadium was always packed. On top of that, it was always noisy and loud, especially during games or when Roy and Jamie argued.

     So why would anyone live there? To y/n, the pros far outweighed the cons. The locker room, despite the pungent smell, was a treasure trove of snacks that were left behind. After big matches, the seats had so many crumbs they could grab that they'd be set for the next week. And at night, virtually no one was even still in the building! It made borrowing so easy for them. Yes, they were never really able to be out and about during the day, but the night was a breeze!

A few times, y/n had watched their practices from their favorite nook in the stadium. It was close enough that they could see what was going on, but far enough away that the team would not be able to notice their tiny form sitting there. They learned a lot about the players from the few times they watched. The team dynamic was very apparent, which helped them figure out which players were imperative to avoid. So far, the list was comprised of Jamie and Roy, and they both were tied for first.

     The only thing they really had to be careful about was early mornings. Sometimes the players (y/n didn’t bother learning that many names) would come early for some extra training. They had almost been caught by Sam once. They accidentally knocked over a can of body spray that was on the floor in the locker room, catching his attention. To their relief, they managed to slip out of sight before he investigated the sound.

     So, usually y/n didn’t go out early in the mornings. Today was an exception. Yesterday, AFC Richmond had returned from a long series of away games, and the entire team was drained. y/n figured that no one would be coming in early after a long trip, and they needed the extra time for borrowing. Lately, their schedule had been tight. The team was nearing the end of the season, and their practice schedules were getting more rigorous, leaving y/n little time to borrow. Even the coaches were staying late after hours, drafting plays and reviewing game footage. 

     The early morning light was just barely slipping into the room. It was still pretty dark, but the light was enough for y/n to be able to see. They peeked out of their hole that led right into the locker room. Their nose wrinkled. It still managed to smell in there even though the team had been gone for days. Look left, look right, all clear. They silently crept into the room, keeping their head on a swivel. Y/n could never be too careful. It was eerily silent, and their tiny footsteps could barely be heard as they walked on the linoleum.

     Y/n had only one goal. Jamie’s locker. It was so disorganized that he never noticed if anything was missing, and he always stashed snacks in there. The one thing they hated about his locker was how far it was from the little entrance. In order to reach it, they had to cross the entire room, out in the open. That was always their least favorite part. On top of that, the door was right across from his locker, which made it even more precarious. If anyone walked in while they were there, they were screwed.

     Y/n edged along the wall a little longer before preparing themselves for the sprint. They cast one last look at the door, making sure the coast was clear. It stayed closed. They couldn’t hear any other sounds except for their own breathing. Without any further delay, they began running. It takes them about 3 minutes to cross the room when they're going as fast as they can. Quick and easy.

     Then they heard steps. Loud footsteps that were heading in their direction. The realization that someone was coming shattered their train of thought. Not knowing why, y/n skidded to a stop in the middle of the room. They were about 3/4 of the way to Jamie’s locker. What a terrible spot to be in. Internally, y/n began to panic, their thoughts racing.

     There wasn't time to run back to the safety of the other side. Was it worth the risk to try and hide in Jamie’s locker? If they took that option and the person coming was in fact Jamie, they knew they'd be done for. Their indecision only grew as the thumping steps came closer. y/n heard the doorknob turn. Their mind went completely blank. Fight or flight kicked in, and they started running back towards the other side, abandoning the locker. 

     They knew it was in vain, but they just wanted to get away.

     “What the fuck?” A voice cut through the air. It was in fact Jamie Tartt. He had arrived early at around 5:30 AM for some shooting practice. At this early hour, he did not expect to find a tiny person running around in the locker room. 

     Y/n froze in their tracks. ‘Shit,’ they thought to themselves. Good thing they didn’t choose to hide in his locker. They stared fearfully up at Jamie, who was looking at them with a slightly baffled expression. y/n knew how Jamie was. They saw how he interacted with his teammates. They could only imagine what that meant for them. 

     Y/n snapped out of their trance and started running again, tripping over themselves in their haste. To their horror, Jamie caught up to them in just a few short steps. He stepped over them and squatted down in front of them. It took him no effort to block the exit they so desperately wanted to reach. 

     “Not so fast tiny,” he said. “What the fuck are you supposed to be?” y/n shuffled backward a couple steps before they ran into Jamie’s hand that blocked the way. His hand was as wide as they were tall! That observation alone sent their mind spiraling.

     “I… well… um…” they spluttered, trying to answer his question while also grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Jamie leaned closer, way too close for comfort, as he attempted to hear what they said. 

     “Are you some kind of elf? A bloody pixie? God, look at you! You’re so fucking tiny,” he continued. His other hand stretched toward them. Y/n yelped and tried to dodge the unwelcome hand, but it was no use. His pointer finger poked and prodded at them. While it wasn’t painful, it was enough to make y/n feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

     “Please… stop,” y/n said while trying to push his fingers away. They were simultaneously trying to push their fears away, but it wasn’t working. Jamie’s fingers were about as tall as them, and it didn’t take much force for him to pin them against his other hand. 

     He raised an eyebrow. y/n could feel his hot breath washing over her. Every exhale sent shivers up their spine. “What was that, love? You don’t want me to stop?” He said teasingly. “Even when I’m right here, I can barely hear you.” The hand that was preventing them from escaping suddenly wrapped around their waist and lifted them up into the air.

     Y/n tried to fight the nausea as they watched the ground get farther away. They knew that a fall from this height would be dangerous, deadly even. Jamie’s hand stopped traveling upward when they were in front of his face. Once again, the proximity was far too close. y/n tried to lean away to create some distance and quell a shred of their nerves. 

     “Say it one more time for me, love. I can hear you better from up here,” Jamie said with a smirk. He was enjoying this, but not exactly grasping the full extent of their terror.

     “Put- put me down!” y/n exclaimed as they pushed against his fingers. It was beginning to feel stuffy in his hold. ‘This is it. I’m never getting out of here! Is he going to keep me forever? Why did I have to borrow this morning?’ Y/n's mind kept racing. 

     “Jamie! What the fuck are you doing?” The voice surprised both y/n and Jamie, and they both turned to see who was in the doorway. y/n's heart sank when they realized that it was none other than Roy Kent. Of course it was. Nothing seemed to be going their way today. 

     Roy had also arrived early to get some extra practice in. He had been wanting to do some extra cardio before practice starts, and had arrived at the club at around 5:45. Once he entered the locker room, that’s when he noticed Jamie holding something strange in his hand.

     Roy walked closer and Jamie stood up to greet him. The vertigo hit y/n hard. They closed their eyes and tried to steady themselves. Roy instantly noticed the tiny figure in Jamie’s hand. “Oi. The fuck is that?” He said, gesturing to Jamie’s hand.

     “Oh. A little tiny person I found runnin’ in the locker room. They're a cute little thing, aren't they?“ Jamie said. That smirk had not left his expression. If y/n wasn’t so small, they would have beat the shit out of Jamie then and there. They hated how patronizing he sounded. Instead, they tried their best not to look as terrified as they were. y/n's day couldn’t get any worse.

     Roy stared intently at th tiny figure in Jamie’s hand. His gaze alone made y/n wish they could crawl into a hole and disappear. It was so intense, so pressing. y/n's breaths were getting heavy; their chest was expanding and contracting rapidly. Their heartbeat was just zooming, and they wondered briefly if Jamie or Roy noticed or cared. 

     Roy raised an eyebrow. “So you’re scaring them for fun?” Roy asked bluntly with an unreadable expression. Not once did his eyes leave the borrower.

     “It’s all in good fun. Relax, mate” Jamie replied, his words nonchalant. y/n tensed at his words. They were growing more anxious now that Roy and Jamie were talking about them like they weren’t there. The stuffiness of Jamie’s grip hadn’t gone away either.

     “You fucking prick,” Roy muttered, finally turning his gaze to Jamie. “Put them down. Now. What makes you think they want to be around a prick like you?”

    Jamie rolled his eyes and began squatting down without lowering his hand. “Now.” Roy said again, this time with a hint of anger in his voice. While his words weren’t directed at them, his tone of voice still unsettled y/n. All they wanted to do was go home. 

     Jamie finally complied, plopping them unceremoniously down on the floor. He then quickly stood back up, leaving y/n to gawk up at both of them from the floor. They looked so impossibly tall from this angle. Jamie shrugged and walked out of the room, purposefully bumping Roy on the way out. 

     Roy watched him go before sighing and shaking his head. “Jamie, that little bitch,” he muttered. y/n had taken the chance to start backing away toward their home. They didn’t get far before Roy turned around and faced them. “Oi,” he called out. y/n tensed, turning around and looking up at him. “Are you—“

     Before he could even finish his sentence, y/n sprinted back into the walls. They was eager to get out of the situation, not wanting to be in the company of any giants. That whole ordeal was an encounter to last them a lifetime. 

     “—okay,” Roy finished as he exhaled. “Damn it," he muttered to himself. "You scared the fuck out of them.”

I PROMISE TO RESOLVE IT I left the plot in an awkward position😅 also I didn't proofread it. It's quite literally brain rot

[bobparkhurst]

I meant to post this actual months ago. ANYWAY, it's not October yet, so in the interest of the closing days of Hot Roy Summer... a very brief Roy Cobb x OFC and the first I've posted more than a snippet of.

Roy Cobb x Ruby Adcock

The pub is noisier than she likes, but then everywhere seems to be these days. The old familiarity of acrid smoke and spilled beer is the same, but now the pungency of too many bodies in too small a place wafts through the cloud and causes Ruby’s nose to wrinkle as she enters. Earlier this morning, her overalls had hung heavy with muck from the chicken coop it is her job to clean. She almost thinks she might prefer that smell to this. 

She blows a short puff of air through her lips as she looks about, squaring her shoulders with relief as she spies her friend in a corner, close to one of the low cracked windows. Brenda, with her sharp eyes and sharper elbows, seems to have managed to get hold of their usual table, before any of this latest horde of Americans could take it over, as they seem to have taken over everything else these days. She waves Ruby over with a graceful hand and a vibrant red smile that has not gone unnoticed by the soldiers who hover around her, vying for attention that she appears to be blithely disinterested in giving them. Raising her own hands to fend against any intentions that might be thinking of shifting their targets, Ruby wends her way through the crush, before dropping onto a stool that her friend has been keeping tucked half-hidden beneath the table.

“I could leave again if you’d like a more handsome partner for the evening,” she says in greeting. Brenda snorts inelegantly, a curiously incongruous noise to emanate from her fine-featured face, and pushes a half-pint in her direction. 

“You’re handsome enough for me, Rube,” she says, eyes twinkling, “and besides, you’re less likely to bruise my feet when we go dancing.”

Ruby makes a face. “Don’t start.”

“You’re coming. Stop making a face. Or do you want me to go tell Alice why her favourite person in the world isn’t coming out for her first dance?”

Brenda shakes her head as Ruby blows her displeasure in bubbles into her beer. It’s all the rebellion she can manage, Brenda’s right and they both know it. With any luck she’ll have a spare dress too, she’s fairly sure that neither of the crumpled and threadbare cotton affairs she has shoved in the bottom of her suitcase still will pass Alice’s excitable muster. Brenda’s half a foot taller and rounder in all the most interesting places, but perhaps there might be time to adjust it before Friday comes around so she won’t wind up looking like a child wrapped up in her big sister’s clothing. She doesn’t dare quite yet broach the subject of shoes.

Eileen turns up, as she always seems to, with impeccable timing just before it’s Ruby’s turn to get a round in. She slides neatly onto the seat as Ruby stands and makes her way over to the bar, grinning sweetly at the muttered thief directed her way. 

There’s a darts game going on in the corner, a few old boys determined to show these young American pups a thing or two, or at the very least, win a few pints off them. Judging by the reddening noses and increasingly raucous ditties, it seems local pride is not yet in any danger of being dented too far. Ruby rests one elbow on the bar, watching as a tall and handsome young man, with dark eyes and a lopsided smile steps up to take his turn. 

“Come on, lad! This is getting embarrassing!” Another round of beer-scented cackling. It cuts off abruptly as a dart lands neatly between two thin metal lines and an entirely new song, just as raucous, but differently accented begins to rise from the crowd, accompanied by a few indignant calls about the presence of ladies in the establishment.

“They’ll mean you, Ruby love,” says Jack, sliding over her order. He winks dramatically. “The rest of us know better than that.”

“Get away,” she says with a smile. “Mrs Haver hears you talking like that about her girls and she’ll skin you alive, Jack Mottershead, and serve us up the rest for our tea.”

He offers her a theatrical shudder before heading over to where another customer is beckoning. 

Ruby is contemplating the best way to fold three glasses between her hands so she can carry them through the crowd when she becomes aware that the presence beside her elbow is intentional and not an accidental happenstance of a pub more full than it has any right to be. 

“Need a hand with that?”

She glances back over her shoulder, in no hurry to be welcoming. She doesn’t recognise this one, though he has a nice enough face, pink around the edges and holding his drink between them like a shield. He’ll have been put up to this, she realises, and decides to take pity. The smile she offers is a practised one, just bright enough to be friendly and without suggestion of anything more. 

“That’s very kind of you, private,” she says. “But I’m sure I’ll manage. We’re used to fetching and carrying for ourselves around here.”

“I like your accent,” the soldier tries, and Ruby can’t help but laugh directly in his face. She covers her mouth with her hand and tries to quell the snort before it happens, with limited success. His face flushes, lips tightening and she feels somehow she might have a struck a nerve a little harder than she meant to. Behind him, she can see another young man in the same uniform smirk into his beer.

“I’m sorry,” she says, swallowing the giggle as best she can. “But you all do.” He looks at her askance. “I’m going to start charging for you to hear it. I’ll be rich by Christmas.” 

“I’m sorry to have bothered you,” he tells her. He’s already turning away, towards his snickering friend. Ruby sighs. 

“Have you thought of telling me something about my hair?”

“What?” 

“My hair. You could compliment me on my hair instead. There’s not much time for grooming out here, you see and it’s always nice to hear it.”

The young man studies her a moment, eyes narrowing into an uneasy frown as he contemplates what he’s about to say.  The snickering has stopped, muffled entirely by the palm resting full and flat over the top of it. Ruby’s own lips press together tightly as she waits. 

“It’s… actually, there’s hay in it,” he offers, after a moment.

Ruby’s eyes widen and her free hand flies to her head. She closes her eyes with a groan as she discovers that he’s not wrong about this. She tugs the errant strand from a curl.

“Did I get it all?” Her eyes remain firmly shut.

“Almost,” he says. She feels her hand pushed gently away, and a slight pull against her head. “You can look now."

The frown is gone when she opens her eyes again, first one eye, then the other. It’s replaced by something brighter and cockier that almost makes her bristle, until she realises there’s no trace of mockery in it. He holds out the hay to her like a posy and she takes it with a shake of her head and a very unladylike grimace that only seems to make him smile more.

“I’m Roy,” he says.

“Are you indeed,” she replies. 

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Uh, so, I saw this kickass piece of fanart by @thwipped and whoops, innit:

---

If caught and asked about it, Jamie couldn’t have explained why he did it.

Actually, no. Scratch that.

He could have explained, probably. He just wouldn’t have cared to.

---

The way it goes is this:

He’s been with Richmond for a couple of months and haven’t those been the longest fucking months of his life, because yeah, ‘course it’s fun being the best fucking player on the team, ‘course it’s fun hearing the fans chant his name, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, and getting a bit of rest from his dad ain’t bad either, but Richmond is a shit club with a shit manager and the only fucking bright spot—

Well. That’s turned out to be shit too, hasn’t it.

At least Jamie’s killing it, at matches, at training, every fucking time he steps onto the pitch. No one can fucking touch him, dominating yeah, and today’s been a good day for it too, what with the photographer on the sidelines snapping picture after picture for some promo or other. Jamie didn’t pay too much attention to the details, just made sure they got him from his best angle (every angle’s his best angle), and that’s that, until a couple of days later when he walks past Hopkins’ (or Huggles’?) empty office and sees the photos spread out all across the desk.

And well. ‘Course he steps inside to have a look. Bound to be a bunch of him looking fit as fuck, right, and who doesn’t want to see that, and maybe he can grab one for Keeley, bet she’d love it.

There is a bunch of him looking fit as fuck, no surprise there. Difficult to choose the best one really, they’re all fucking brilliant  (‘cause he’s fucking brilliant), and he’s deliberating between an action shot of him about to score one of the prettiest goals this sad fuck of a club ever saw and a shot of him afterwards, chin raised against he blue autumn sky like a hero out of a movie or something. Gorgerous, innit.

And then his eyes fall on a picture of Roy.

A picture of Roy fucking Kent. And. Like. It’s not even anything special, not like Roy’s actually doing anything in it, it's just a stray shot of him caught unawares with his shirt raised to wipe the seat of his forehead and he’s—

He’s. Uh.

Fuck. Jamie stares and he stares and he stares because for all that his old attraction to Roy didn’t survive five fucking minutes of actually being in the same room as the man, that’s just—

The shorts riding low on his hips. The dark hair trailing down and down, and the glistening drops of sweat on his forehead and Jamie can fucking smell him and that’s not sexy, is it, except it really fucking is, and those arms, and something unguarded and vulnerable and the real Roy Kent is a royal cunt but the Roy Kent in the picture—

He’s something else, isn’t he. He’s fucking fit. (Okay, the real Roy Kent is that, too, but it kind of fades in the face of him being an insufferable old twat and all that.)

Jamie grabs the picture. Doesn’t let himself think too much about it. Shoves it in his pocket and walks away, feeling it burn, burn, burn against his side.

---

When Jamie was twelve his mum gave him a poster of Roy Kent and Jamie was over the fucking moon. When Jamie was twenty-three he met Roy Kent and Roy Kent glared at him with unmitigated disgust and okay, fuck you too, mate. You’re not even that good anymore, and still you expect everyone to fall at your fucking feet, do your fucking bidding and make like you’re the fucking king, and fuck that, the king is dead, old man; long live the king.

Thing is, looking at the picture now it’s not that hard to forget about the real Roy Kent (nasty bastard) and remember the Roy Kent (fucking legend) that looked down on Jamie from his bedroom wall and whispered encouragements in the back of Jamie’s head and, a little later, featured frequently in fantasies of a different sort.

Picture in one hand, cock in the other, Jamie wanks to Roy for the first time since he came to Richmond (and if it’s not all just the memories of the man he once imagined, if it’s a little bit tinged with dark looks and growls and Roy snarling his name like it’s an insult… Well. That’s nobody’s business, that.)

---

He keeps the photos in the bottom drawer in his bedroom and he doesn’t pull it out a lot, ‘cause there’s Keeley and she’s fucking fit and the sex is mindblowing and Jamie doesn’t need to gawk at pictures of sad old has-beens to get his rocks off.  

Sometimes there’s a different sort of itch, though, and he scratches it. No big deal.

(He wonders sometimes, what the real Roy would say if he knew. Plays it out in his mind, all the different ways it might go. Cums as he imagines it.)

He thinks maybe Keeley would like the picture too. Not ‘cause she’d like Roy, she’s got way better taste than that, and she’s fun and she likes a bit of fun and if there’s one thing Roy Kent ain’t, it’s fun, innit. But he’s fit and all, and Keeley’s got eyes.

He imagines it, sometimes, the two of them getting off together over the picture. If Roy – the real Roy – wasn’t such a miserable old prick, he’d suggest it to her maybe. But Roy is such a miserable old prick, and the whole thing is way too complicated to explain, so he doesn’t.

Then Keeley dumps him and the dream was only ever that.

---

They send him back to City. Jamie doesn’t understand. One moment he’s sharing a bottle of tequila with Dani Rojas and taking up the Richmond chant and Jamie’s not wrong and for the first time he wonders if maybe there could be something for him here, and the next he’s woken up by his agent and that same evening he’s back in Manchester like he never left, only the stale air in the house he bought with his fifth paycheck tells him he did, and the numb sense of loss as he steps through the door tells him he did.

It’s months before he gets everything from London shipped and sorted. Busy getting up to speed with everything at the club and all. It’s good to be back, really, a proper team, a proper coach, all that. Dad starts getting in touch again, sure, but it is what it is.

So yeah, it’s months before he gets all his stuff unpacked and months before his fingers brush over something familiar and he stands there staring down on the picture or Roy and it’s odd because it seems like only yesterday he first saw it and it seems a lifetime ago.

A rush of lust – Pavlovian, right, Keeley? – but a rush of something else too, rusted barb wire tugging at his guts, sharp and sickening.

He looks at it for a long time and then he puts it away and this time he doesn’t take it out again. That’s over and done with.  

(Only, he doesn’t throw it away either. Just lets it sit in a neglected drawer, ignored but never let go, like all the other things that must never be.)

---

(There’ll be a time, some years later, boxes packed and moved and unpacked and an old photo slipping to the floor and

what the fuck is this?

and

what’s that, babe? oh my god, you look hot! fucking hell! jamie, where did you even get this?

and

when did you get this? i’m still playing here

and

uh, well, you remember that photo shoot they did for the promo just a couple of months after i joined richmond?

and a raised eyebrow and

yeah?

and a shrug and cheeky grin and

yeah, well, picked it up for darts practise, didn’t I

and Roy snorts but he’s smiling too and

figures you’d be shit at darts

and

what are you on about, man, i’m aces at darts… ooh, because there’s no holes in it you mean, yeah, no, you’re right, you’re right, i’m shit at darts, fucking terrible

and they’re both smiling now and Keeley is too and Roy notes how it’s clearly been handled a lot and what were you doing with it really and the glint in his eyes says he knows but Jamie tells him – tells them – anyway, in great, great detail.)

[eternally-smitten]

Drabblecember - A Walk Outside

pairing: Natalie x Roman Roy

summary: The couple take a walk outside and run into some friends (featuring a cameo from @kylars-princess)

word count: 825

author's note: two Roman pieces in a week...guess I'm trying to make up for almost forgetting about him!

“Ugh, this sucks!” Roman complained, rubbing his gloved hands together, “Why did you convince me to do this again?”

“What, spend time with me?” Natalie’s glasses were starting to fog up from her hot breath and the cold air, “I didn’t realize you hated me that much, Rome.”

He dramatically sighed, “That is not what I am saying and you know it, you fucking piss pot.”

When it finally stopped snowing out, Natalie had the grand idea to take a walk outside. She mentioned how she used to love walking around in the winter weather as a kid and she wanted to relive that. Roman begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to have her walking around by herself. As soon as the freezing wind hit his face, though, he immediately regretted it.

“I’m freezing my tits off out here.” He continued to whine, “I feel like my nose has fuckin’ fallen off at this point.”

“Fine!” She stopped in her place and glared at him, “We can go back! Jeez, didn’t think you’d hate it this much!”

Roman felt a little bad after she said that. To make up for it, he snuck his hand in her pocket to pull out her hand, locking his fingers with hers, “Maybe we don’t have to turn around just yet. I mean, there has to be a cafe somewhere with hot coffee.”

“We have coffee at home.”

“Yeah, and?”

“You were just griping about how miserable you were out here!”

His face scrunched up in a sneer, “Do you want me to be nice and enjoy this with you or not?”

Even though he was acting incensed by his girlfriend, Roman still held on to her hand tightly. Almost as if he was worried he would lose her with the wind. They eventually continued their walk, still hand in hand, desperately looking for a warm cafe so that he could warm up.

“Roman! Nat!”

The pair whipped their heads around to see who was calling out to them and were surprised to find Greg and Lenore. Lenore was waving frantically at them while Greg awkwardly smiled. Against his will, Natalie tugged Roman towards them to visit and say hi.

Lenore squealed and let go of Greg to envelope Natalie in a great big hug, “I didn’t expect to see you guys today!”

“How’s it uh, going, Roman?” Greg rubbed the back of his neck.

Roman gave an unamused hum, “Cold. You?”

Cousin Greg uncomfortably giggled, “Ye-Yeah, me too.”

Lenore and Natalie were too busy chatting to notice how unnatural the men acted around each other. They were so invested in their conversation that the world around them basically melted. The pair of friends talked about anything that could pop into their heads, not even paying attention to the cold. The latest book Natalie read, a new video game that they were both interested in playing, plans for the winter, the worst movie they just watched recently, anything.

“They’re uh, you know.” Greg tried to initiate a conversation so that he didn’t have to stand in silence, “They’re cute. Especially when they’re all ex-excited like that.”

“Mm hmm,” He didn’t listen to him. He was captured with how excited Natalie was when talking with Lenore.

She has always been a passionate individual. It was one of the first things that drew Roman to her. The way her eyes lit up when one of them mentioned something she was interested in made him feel warm for the first time since they stepped outside. 

“Did-Did you hear me?” Greg asked, wanting an actual answer from Roman, “I said they’re-”

“Yeah, I heard you, fucknuts.” He spat, irritated that Greg pulled him from his thoughts. He then cleared his throat and responded, “They are, aren’t they? Who knew Waystar was a match maker’s paradise?”

He relaxed his shoulders a bit, happy that Roman finally seemed to kind of warm up to him today, “Yeah! Kinda crazy.”

Despite how much she was enjoying herself, Roman could see Natalie visibly shivering in the chilly weather. He stepped forward to wrap his arm around her shoulder and pull him to her for warmth before saying, “Well, looks like we need to get you warm, hmm? How lovely it was to see you two.”

“Rome!” She pressed herself against him to feel closer, “Don’t be a dick.”

“What? I’m being sincere!”

“Oh, sorry. I’m not used to that.”

Lenore and Greg snickered at that.

“Okay, asshole. Freeze! See if I care.” He joked, pulling away slightly.

Natalie grabbed his arm to make him stay put, “I’m joking, I’m joking!”

The two couples said their goodbyes and went their separate ways to seek some warmth. Roman walked with his arm around her shoulders the whole way home, which was surprising for the both of them. He started to regret all the complaining he did before because now, he was almost sad their walk outside together was about to end.