Underemployed Roy appreciation post

trans!Jamie snippet

Here's some more trans!Jamie from this snippet. With a dash of Phoebe for fun :)

His stomach dropped and his good mood evaporated when he saw the cluster of paparazzi at the end of his drive, waiting for him.

Jamie sucks in a shaky breath as his mind tries to find some kind of solution, some way to get into his house without being seen and harassed and photographed.

Jamie drives past his place and finds himself on the familiar route to Roy’s.

His hands were shaking as he reached out to press the bell and they didn’t afterwards as he waited on the doorstep so he tucked them beneath the hem of his shirt to try and hide it.

Roy opened the door and he looked… soft and comfortable in a black t-shirt and a tatty old pair of Richmond sweats. His socks had kittens on them. “How the hell did you know where I live?” Roy asked and then when Jamie’s eyes flicked up from Roy’s comically bright socks to his face, Roy’s brows knotted up in confusion. “Jamie?”

“Paparazzi’ve swarmed me ‘ouse. Didn’t know where else to go,” Jamie managed to get out around the forming lump in his throat.

“Fuck,” Roy swore and then opened the door wider, nodding over his shoulder. “Come in.” Jamie nodded gratefully and slipped inside.

“Who’s at the door, Uncle Roy?” The voice was high and sweet and young and Jamie looked over at Roy with confusion. Roy just shook his head and put a hand to the small of Jamie’s back and ushered him into what could only be his living room. Nestled on the couch was a girl that couldn’t have been more than eight years old, blonde, and kneeling up so she could peer at them over the back. Her face lit up and her eyes widened. “Uncle Roy, that’s Jamie Tartt!” Jamie felt his face get hot with embarrassment.

“I know, Phoebe,” Roy said flatly and he let his hand drop from Jamie’s back as he moved around the couch to sit down next to the little girl. “Jamie’s gonna hang out with us if that’s alright with you.”

“Yes, please!” Phoebe chirped and shot Roy an excited smile before turning back to where Jamie had frozen in the doorway. “Jamie, will you sit next to me? Uncle Roy won’t mind, right, Uncle Roy?” She turned her best puppy-dog eyes onto Roy and Roy rolled his eyes.

“Jamie can sit wherever he likes.” Roy waved his hand and then raised an eyebrow at Jamie in silent question. Jamie just nodded as he shuffled towards the other end of the couch so that Phoebe would be in the middle of him and Roy.

“Does this mean we can watch a movie before dinner?” Phoebe asked sweetly, looking at Roy slyly in that way that little kids did when they wanted something.

“Fuck no,” Roy said and Jamie’s eyes widened for a moment at how emphatically Roy had sworn at her. “Homework first, then something without a screen, dinner, movie, bath, bed. Your mum’ll have my balls if I just let you watch telly until dinner.”

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Jamie Tartt is transmasc

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WIP Snippet

This is part of my trans!Jamie fic where his nudes get leaked alongside Keeley's and that's how he gets outed. We love Jamie being a girl's girl :)

“Jamie, no,” Keeley said and she let go of his hand so she could tip his chin up. “Nothing you could ever do would mean you deserved this.” She lifted her other hand to cradle his face between both of her palms. “I know you’re sorry, but it’s not-” She made a wounded noise and then wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him in for a tight hug.

He froze for a moment and then wrapped his arms around her waist, closing his eyes and burying his face against her neck. It wasn’t quite the same as it was when they were dating, but it was still good. Still made him feel safe and loved.

“Come on in and have a cheeky day drink, yeah?” Keeley asked with a laugh before she thumbed away a few stray tears of her own.

“Your girlfriend gonna be alright with you havin’ a fit footballe’ in your place?” Jamie asked teasingly, trying to strike the same charming confidence that he usually had. Keeley’s face fell a little and Jamie felt a spike of panic go through his gut, thinking he’d missed the mark. Overstepped.

“Don’t have a girlfriend anymore,” Keeley said a bit wetly and gave him a strained smile.

“Fuck, Keeley, I’m sorry. I-”

“No,” Keeley said and waved her hand. “She was a right cunt about this whole thing, so, fuck her, yeah?” Keeley nodded over her shoulder and stepped inside. “I could use a good distraction.”

If the situation was only slightly different, Jamie might have made a dirty joke, but he didn’t really feel like his heart was in it so he just nodded and followed after her.

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“So what’s the favor then other than not telling Roy?” Aside from a short crackle, the line was silent for a long moment. “Phoebe?” “Could you train with me?” Phoebe asked quietly, like she were afraid of Jamie’s response. “I want to be the best that I can be before we even start and I’ve got weeks and I-” “Breathe, Pheebs,” Jamie said lightly and he could feel a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, we can train togethe’,” Jamie reassured her. “You can hop into my routine and we’ll see how you do, yeah? Find out where you need the extra support.” “Thank you, Uncle Jamie!” Phoebe squealed excitedly down the phone. “You’re the best and I love you!” Jamie laughed at that. “It’s a good thing I’m already sworn to secrecy, else I’d be tellin’ your Uncle Roy you said that.” He snorted softly to himself before shaking his head. “I’ll see you bright an’ early tomorrow, Phoe. Be ready to go at four AM and I’ll pick you up at your mum’s.” Phoebe’s sounds of excitement dimmed. “Did you just say four AM?”

Jamie trains Phoebe to get onto the Richmond Women's team

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Things that work in fiction but not real life

torture getting reliable information out of people

knocking someone out to harmlessly incapacitate them for like an hour

jumping into water from staggering heights and surviving the fall completely intact

calling the police to deescalate a situation

rafting your way off a desert island

correctly profiling total strangers based on vibes

effectively operating every computer by typing and nothing else

ripping an IV out of your arm without consequences

heterosexual cowboy

Another snippet

It's from the same WIP fic that I posted here but I just love the funky dynamic in this one and wanted to share

They talked about how camp was going during their extra training sessions and Phoebe was cautiously optimistic. She was trying not to get her hopes up, Jamie could tell, but he saw the familiar spark in her eyes every time they talked about it.

Their camp ended and Jamie was nearly as nervous as Phoebe as she waited to hear what the coaches thought about her. They’d said they’d call to tell her the news either way. Jamie was so consumed with it that he didn’t even see the tackle from Dawson- one of their younger, second team players- coming. Jamie went down and went down hard, rolling with the force of it.

“Shit!” Dawson swore and immediately he jogged over. “You alright, captain?”

Jamie blinked up at the sky for a second before he propped himself up onto his elbows. “Christ, Dawson, you didn’t ‘ave to try and take me leg off,” Jamie teased and then he tested that his ankle was alright before he pushed himself to sitting.

“I’m sorry, Tartt,” Dawson said and grimaced slightly. “You good though?” He asked and held out a hand to help Jamie up. Jamie took it and clapped Dawson on the shoulder.

“It was a good tackle, don’t worry about it,” Jamie said.

“WHISTLE!” Dawson and Jamie winced in unison as Roy’s voice carried over the pitch. “Oi, Tartt!” Jamie gave Dawson another pat on the shoulder before he turned to see Roy striding across the pitch with a scowl on his face. “The fuck was that?” Roy demanded.

“Was a tackle, Coach,” Jamie said smartly and shrugged. “Gorgeous one too.”

“More like obvious,” Roy snapped and crossed his arms. “Where the fuck is your head at? Up your own arse?”

Jamie sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “No, Coach.”

“Could’ve fooled me!” Roy said and his eyes ran over Jamie assessingly. As much as he blustered and shouted at Jamie like he were anyone else on the pitch, he still cared and was obviously concerned that Jamie wasn’t all there. “You gonna play properly or should I have Dawson here take your spot and move you back to reserve?”

Jamie’s jaw clenched at that. That jab felt a little personal- Roy had always known what buttons to push to piss Jamie off- but Jamie just let out a breath and shook his head. “No, Coach. I’ll do bette’.”

“Fuckin’ brilliant,” Roy muttered and then lifted his voice so everyone could hear him. “Go again! And get it right this time!” Roy gave Jamie a short nod, expression softening for a second, before he turned and went to the touchline to watch.

“That was harsh, captain. I’m sorry,” Dawson said with a grimace. He was only nineteen and still a little shy with his aggression on the pitch, so Jamie just shook his head lightly so that he didn’t get it in his head to hold back.

“Was a sound tackle, mate. Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Jamie smiled at him to show there were no hard feelings and then jogged back to center to start over. He shook his limbs out before he rolled his neck and forced himself to focus up. If Jamie wanted to keep Roy from poking around too much, he would need to get back on his game.

WIP Snippet

I'm writing a little snippet from an idea that I got about if Phoebe ever tried for the Richmond Women's team and asked Jamie to help train her but without telling Roy in case she didn't make it :/

Jamie had just come back from another early morning session to find Roy waiting for him at the kitchen island. It wasn’t entirely unheard of for Roy to be up when Jamie came home, but there was a certain expression on his husband’s face that he knew meant that Roy had been thinking and those thoughts were nothing good. “Hey, babe,” Jamie said, a touch breathless from his run with Phoebe since she was getting very fast, and ducked in to kiss Roy’s cheek. “You’re up early.” He moved to go and get himself a cool bottle of water to take a sip out of

“Are you cheating on me?” Roy demanded out of nowhere.

Jamie nearly dropped the bottle onto the floor as he whipped around to look at Roy. “Am I- huh?” Jamie asked in disbelief because there was no way that he’d heard that right.

“I can handle it if you are but I can’t just sit around and act like I’m stupid and don’t see it,” Roy said in a rush, standing up but seemingly unsure about where to place his limbs now that he was upright. His hand clenched into a tight fist on the countertop and Jamie could see the insecurity etched into every familiar line of his husband’s body.

“Babe- Roy-” Jamie looked at him incredulously for a moment before he set the bottle aside, closed the fridge, and then rounded the island so he could put his hands on Roy’s hips and draw him in. “I’m no’ cheatin’ on ye. Swear down.”