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gay-dorito-dust · 25 days

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First time writing for Tim, so he’s probs ooc in this one.

Dick feels as though he’s failed you.

He tries to act like he was fine but he was far from it and everyone knew it as they stepped on eggshells with him during this time.

Dick would often find himself sat on the very rooftops where he’d take you on countless dates or just to star gaze and talk as though you were still with him.

It was his own way of comforting himself with your loss but that was never enough to stop the tears that fell from his eyes when he spotted a bright star he’s never seen before until now, and laughs humourlessly.

‘I see you’ve finally made your way amongst the stars huh sweetheart?’ He’d say as your star would twinkle in response, making him chuckle. ‘You’re so beautiful, the brightest of your kind.’ He adds sombrely as he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand as he felt his heart sing out for you, only to receive nothing in return.

Reality was often disappointing but with you it was a fairy tale.

Waking up to you was a dream within itself and getting to do mundane things with you before heading off to work was something that could only exist in a daydream.

He knew Hayley misses you as badly as he does with how he’d hear the poor dog whine and whimper at the door, as if waiting for you to walk through it and tackle her with kisses and love like you always did, only to get nothing for hours.

‘I know, I miss them too.’ He says against Hayley’s fur as she whimpers and whines at the door. ‘I miss them so fucking much it hurts.’ He adds as he allows himself to mourn for you alongside his dog long into the night.

Jason blames himself for not being fast enough or strong enough to keep you protected and safe.

The apartment you once shared with him that only recently had started to feel like home to him now felt cold and haunted with the ghost of you, so much so to the point he avoids it at all cost.

Nothing felt right without you, everything felt wrong and unjustified that he became more ruthless then before on patrols just to let off some steam and would come back from them more beaten and bruised then normal.

He didn’t care, he couldn’t feel anything anymore with how numb he became after loosing you.

Dick and Roy would stop by to see how he was doing but each visit was the same with Jason refusing his older brother and best friend entry as he held one of your plushies tightly against his chest. He knows they mean well but he just couldn’t find it within himself to hear the same thing he’s heard from everyone else; It just felt disingenuous after a while and didn’t feel as though people truly understood the impact that you had on him throughout your time together.

Jason would become more destructive with himself and going headfirst into danger without a second thought and damns his teammates for dragging him out by the scruff of his neck as he fights and kicks out of their hold. He doesn’t want to be saved! He just wanted to be with you again, why couldn’t they see that?!

After loosing you Jason becomes more prone to angry outbursts and often lets them out on the wrong person but he couldn’t care less at this point, his favourite person was gone and he was left back where he was before you.

Lost and deeply afraid.

Tim would retreat from everyone and everything by cooping himself into his room, rarely to come out.

He’d rather rot in his bed and on his phone, looking through all the photos you’ve taken together and seeing just how happy you both were, all the while a pit in his stomach grew at the thought of all the plans you’ve made but would never get to do.

He hated how easily he gave you his heart and hated it even more at just how easy it was to loose you that he wishes that he could stop himself from meeting you for the first time, just so he could selfishly save himself from the best moments of his life and the inevitable heartbreak he’d soon suffer.

Tim would do anything in his power to get you back but knew that it just wasn’t possible.

He knew Jason was given life by the Lazarus pit but he wasn’t willing to subject you to that even if he was held at gunpoint. He’d rather you rest in peace than force you to live with the knowledge that you should technically be dead.

Tim would remain in his room, wondering about the what ifs and the what could’ve beens if you hadn’t died. Would someone have taken your place? Was your death an unchangeable fixed point in time that was meant to happen?

He would only be reunited with you in his dreams where he has saved you and you had gotten to live out the rest of your life happily, rather then left for dead in an alleyway not too far from the place where you were originally going to meet up for date night.

Damian dedicated his life to getting revenge.

He had lost the light in his life, so why should he think his adversaries should live when you weren’t even given the option?

There will be more bodies pilling up on the streets of Gotham at a faster rate than normal whenever Damian is on patrol, much to Bruce’s dismay.

His anger and grief was all consuming and that left little to no room for logic to make him stop and see what he was doing was no better than the thing that took you away.

Life was black and white for a long time for Damian and you were the colour.

You were the air he breathed and without you he was gasping.

He knew about the Lazarus pit in his grandfather’s possession and its mythical properties and how it gave Jason a second chance at life. However he was at a cross roads on using it for his own selfish gain, on one hand he could have you back and everything would be fine again, but on the other hand you wouldn’t be the version of you he fell in love with…

Damian didn’t know what to do. The grief, the anger, the sadness…it was all too much for him. He felt as though he apart of him was missing and he would never get it back, it just wasn’t possible.

Bruce feels as though nothing has changed since his parents death.

He may be older, faster, stronger and wiser but that didn’t mean nothing in the face of death, and your death only proved that to be true as he held you in his arms, holding you close to his chest as he quietly sobs into your cold neck.

Much like Tim, Bruce doesn’t take care of himself anymore and it was up to Alfred to make sure that he doesn’t keep over and die unexpectedly.

‘They wouldn’t want this for you sir.’ Alfred would say as Bruce slams his hands down on the surface of his desk. ‘And what would you know that they want for me Alfred, y/n’s dead and it’s my fault.’ He would bark and bare his teeth at the only father figure he had in his life, a father figure whom has seen this expression bore on the young master’s face more times then he could count, but it still hurt him to see Bruce in pain and heartbreak.

‘They would want you to take care of yourself, sleep proper hours, eat full meals, shower, reach out to anyone,’ Alfred began to walk towards Bruce and place a hand on his shoulder, where he could practically feel the unbridled anger and pain radiation through him that he kept under control. ‘They wouldn’t want you to wallow in pain alone, Gotham needs you.’

‘And I needed them.’ Bruce replied sharply, aggressively wiping his eyes with his hand as he looks over at a framed picture of you that he always kept nearby. ‘All I wanted was them.’ He adds softly this time as he looks at Alfred, lost and confused at what to do now that his anchor was gone. ‘I miss them so much Alfred.’

Alfred brings Bruce into his arms, much like he did when he lost his parents, when he lost Jason and now you, allowing him to burrow his face into the Butler’s shoulder and softly sob into the fabric. Alfred felt his heart break even more as he rubbed Bruce’s back in an attempt of bringing him comfort. ‘I know master Bruce, I know, but you’d be doing their memory a great disservice by destroying yourself.’ The older man started as he looked over at the framed picture of you and smiled soberly, you were a beacon to Bruce and Alfred wasn’t afraid to say that he viewed you as his in law with how happy you made Bruce and that was all Alfred could ever want for him.

Now that you were gone, Alfred couldn’t help but feel that the manor got just that little bit lonelier without you.

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danistartt · 1 year

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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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beybaldes · 9 months

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It hits different cause it's you

summer sleepover masterlist

jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary : “passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall.” Requested by anon.

contebt warning: one use of yn, throw up, Jamie being insanely jealous, Roy being a big brother figure, angst In the form of Jamie being self deprecating to fluff, allusions to smut but non written.

There was not a square inch of the Crown and Anchor that wasn't buzzing with life; the whole Richmond team, players and otherwise, were crammed into the tiny, town centre pub.

"Hey, who's that?" Jamie didn't recognise the tall blonde that had his arm around your shoulders, prompting him to sharply nudge Sam in his side, attempting to gain some insight as to who he was. Obviously, he wasn't a member of the team or the staff, he knew that much, but if someone had brought him as their plus one, it was rude of him to try and make moves on his friends friend. Jamie nearly spat his drink out at Sam's words. "They have a boyfriend?"

"Well, boyfriend is a strong word really, they've just seen each other a few times." Roy added, now suddenly beside Jamie and Sam with a frown firmly on his face. Even though it was a familiar sight, it had an even darker twinge to it then usual.

"And how would you know that?" Jamie scoffed, arms folding tighter across his chest as he watched the guy pull you over to the bar, his arm wrapped around you, guiding you through the crowd.

"They told me." Roy answered shortly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Though they also told me the guys a fucking prick." Now that had caught Jamie's attention. With each word that slipped past Roy's lips, Jamie could recognise the look of disproval more and more. "Forgot to show up for one of their dates and they had to run home in the fucking rain."

"Fucking prick." Jamie half expected some comment from Roy about how he, himself, was a prick, but it never came, him so focused on burning a hole into the head of the blonde who had his best friend - though Roy would never admit to you being his best friend - entranced.

"You should go and save them Jamie." Sam suggested, a smile pulling at his lips as he nudged Jamie's side teasingly. "They deserve better than him."

"What? And they deserve me? Right." Jamie scoffed, taking a swig of his drink as he continued to stare at the scene before him, unease filling his stomach as he dwelled on the way your smile filled your face and the way your shirt defined everything perfectly.

"Cut that shit out." Surprisingly, that came from Roy. "You're...well...you're a fucking half decent guy, Tartt. Y/n would be lucky to have you."

"Aw, Roy." Jamie cooed, reaching up to pinch at Roy's cheeks like you would a cute baby. Though before he could make contact, Roy had slapped his hand away, a scowl settling on his lips "You're so kind."

"Fuck off." Roy left at that, walking across the room to meet you and your date for the night at the bar.

"Hey, Angel." Roy saddled up next to you at the bar, slipping a hand around your waist and pulling you into a side hug. When you pulled him into a proper one, he took the opportunity to glare daggers at your date, who, in great shock to Roy, just glared right back. There was no way he was letting you date this guy.

"Roy, you know Jake." When you pulled away from the hug, Jake was quick to put his arm around your waist in a way that screamed controlling to Roy.

Jake. Jamie. Jamie. Jake. There was no way you'd picked the blonde on coincidence; and though Roy would rather bubble wrap you up and put you in a cupboard so no one and nothing could ever get to you, if you were going to be with anyone, he'd rather you be with Jamie. The thought knocked him sick. "Yeah. I do."

"I can't fucking believe this shit man." Jamie couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene before him. Roy seemed to be being more amicable with this random guy you were seeing then he'd ever been with him, and he'd just quite loudly proclaimed how much of a dickhead he thought he was. He just couldn't wrap his head around it.

What was there to this guy that Jamie didn't have? Why couldn’t you like Jamie the way he liked you? Why did you have to look so good in that shirt? Why hadn’t you told him but had seemed to tell Sam and Roy? Too many unanswered questions were swarming around his head. Roy clearly approved more of this stranger then he did of Jamie - and even though he'd blatantly told him otherwise seconds ago, the fact he was even entertaining a conversation with him made Jamie quickly forget it. Never once did it cross his mind that maybe Roy was entertaining the conversation because he cared about you.

Jamie felt like he couldn't breath more and more with each second that passed that he watched the three of you converse. It was all too much for one night. Roy liked him less then the dick who didn't show up for your date and made you walk home in the rain, he'd confirmed you didn't feel the same way about him that he felt about you, Mae had put up some disco lights that were stopping him from seeing straight, and the vanilla vodka he'd consumed was making his stomach churn. "I'm gonna be sick."

Jamie didn't hear Sam call after him when he sprinted from his side in the direction of the pubs door, he didn't hear Roy call after him when he barged past the three of you to get out of the pub, and he didn't see your concerned gaze that followed him until he'd disappeared from your vision.

Roy made a promise to be right back, taking a step away from you and Jake after calling down Mae for a glass of water. When you pieced together where he was going, you took the glass from his hand, appreciating the way the condensation cooled the palm of your hand. "No, it's okay Roy. I'll go check on him."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, course. Be right back Jake." You didn't wait for his response, turning for the door almost instantly. Thankfully, Jamie's actions and your want to see him had given Roy the opportunity that he'd been waiting for.

"Let's have a chat Jake, yeah?"

"Jamie!" You called out when you stepped outside of the pub. When you didn't immediately see him, you went to call out his name again, only stopping at a loud wrenching sound that was coming from the side of the building. "Holy shit, are you okay?"

Jamie pulled his shirt sleeve over his hand, wiping at his mouth then retuning it to his side. His other arm rested above his head, allowing him to balance himself against the wall as he hunched over. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine babe, go back inside."

Taking steps closer to Jamie's side, you made sure to avoid the mess he'd made on the floor, rubbing one hand in circles against his back. When his heaving had finally stopped, you wrapped an arm around him, slowly guiding him to sit on the step of the door that led into the kitchens. "C'mon."

Silently, you handed him the glass of water, letting him drink it before speaking. “What's wrong Jamie?"

"What do you meant what's wrong I'm-" Jamie's words fell short as he looked at you. Clearly, you didn't plan on taking any bullshit from him tonight. At his failure to provide a response fast enough, you nudged your knee against his, keeping the side of your leg pressed tightly against his after. Jamie let out a sigh, running a hand down his face. "I just got in my own head. That's all. And then with the vanilla vodka, and the lights, and so many people talking, it went to shit."

Jamie's heart nearly stopped as you threaded your fingers into his hair, pushing it back for him and readjusting his headband. Even when you'd fixed his hair for him, your hand remained in it, resting against the back of his neck and scratching at the hair there. "What did you get in your head about Jay?"

This wasn't real. The vodka had clearly got to him and he was experiencing some kind of deluded, fever ridden, dream. A too hard tug on his hair ground him back in the moment; this was definitely real and you were definitely playing with his hair. He was so fucking in love with you. "Nothing important, don't worry about it, go have a good night with your boyfriend."

"It's important to you, so it's important to me." Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. How you had no idea what you were doing to him, he was clueless. Jamie could've sworn up and down that right then his heart was beating a metre out of his chest - how could you not see it too? "And, also, he's not my boyfriend."

"He's not?"

"No." A weight had been lifted from Jamie's shoulders that he hadn't realised was there. For the first time since he'd noticed you under the arm of whoever it had been, he felt like he could breathe. "We've been out a few times but, honestly, I'm not really feeling it, he's a bit of a dick."

"I know. Roy told me."

"Oh did he?” You asked, your head titling in a way that made the dim street light accentuate all your features. It made your eyes glimmer and Jamie had to resist the urge to kiss you. “Fucker doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut."

A laugh rumbled through Jamie’s chest and he was certain your presence alone had made everything better. God, if you’d let him, he’d never leave your side. "I’m all good now, if you want to go back in, I think im just gonna head home."

"Let's go." Your hand moved down from his hair and slotted into his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing. Jamie took your action as a sign, allowing you to lead him to your car without a thought spared as to how your date would get home, what Roy was doing to him right now, or what anyone would think of your shared absence. All he cared about was the fact his hand was in yours and that it remained that way the whole ride to his house.

He opened the door for you and then made a bee line for the bathroom with you hot on his heels. As he brushed his teeth several times over, forcing the taste of vomit out of his mouth, you took a seat on his counter. When Jamie spat out his final lot of toothpaste, he turned to you with a minty fresh smile. “So, your ‘not boyfriend,’ that’s definitely not going anywhere?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely not.” You answered honestly, jumping down from the counter and walking in step with Jamie down his hallway. “Besides, I kind of have a thing for someone else. He was the BTEC version, if I’m honest.”

“Really?” Jamie asked casually, as though his heart hadn’t been crushed for a second time tonight, this time in what should’ve been the safety of his own home. “So, what was he like? Aside from being a huge dick, obviously.”

“Obviously.” You confirmed, a laugh slipping past your lips as your lingered in Jamie’s doorway, not quite ready to go home yourself yet. “Oh, well, you know. He plays a lot of football, not too bad at it too, he’s from somewhere up north so he’s got this sexy twinge of an accent.” If Jamie didn’t know better, he’d think you were describing him. “And get this. His name? Jake Heart.”

Jamie had never been sure if heaven was real, but if must’ve been, because he knew if it was, this would be his idea of it. When you said you were going out with the worse version of who you really liked, he never in a million years would’ve thought you really wanted to be with him - even as much as he hoped it. It was like all of his dreams were coming true and his life was finally, fully, piecing together.

“Me.” Jamie gasped, taking a step closer to you. “You like me. I’m the one you like.”

“Yeah, doofus.” You took a step closer to him, sliding your arms up his chest and over his shoulder, placing your hands in his hair like they had been on the doorstep of the pub. He was still fully convinced this was one of those good dreams that make you regret setting an alarm the night before. “Was kind of hoping you’d have caught on by now, but, it is what it is.”

Jamie slipped his arms around your waist, connecting his hands over the small of your back. “So, if you like me, does that mean we can, like, be a couple and stuff?”

“Depends what you have in mind when you say ‘and stuff.’” The coy smile on your lips had a smirk pulling on Jamie’s. God, he couldn’t fucking contain himself around you, and he hoped he would never have to again after today.

Jamie pulled you flush against him, pressing his lips firmly to yours, and squeezing your hips, slipping his tongue into your mouth at the gasp that he pulled out of you. Carefully, he manoeuvred you away from his doorway, kicking it closed behind you, and pushing you against his hallway wall. One of his hands quickly moved to cup the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair to keep you from knocking against the cold plaster and to kiss you even more firmly. He didn’t hold back on his actions, squeezing and rubbing and nipping and sucking on every bit of skin he could reach as he pulled himself away from your lips and made his way down your neck.

As he pulled away for air, his forehead resting against your own and his chest heaving, he suddenly became nervous again. “Something like that, I don’t know, only if you’d like it.”

You pressed a fervent kiss to his lips, knocking the air from his lungs before he’d even had the chance to regain it. “I’d like that very much, Jay.” Jamie stared at you dreamily, so in love with you and you didn’t even know it yet. He couldn’t wait for the day that’d come when he’d finally, fully, tell you. “Couldn’t help but notice you closed the door though Jay, you wanting to figure out what more of that ‘stuff’ looks like, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’d like that very much.” Jamie used your position against the wall to his benefit, moving his hands to hold your waist as he dropped to his knees before you, ready to sing praises between your legs. “Think you’ll like it very much too.”

While the walls of Jamie’s hallway were permanently scarred by the whimpers from your lips and the scratches of your nails against the wall, Roy and Jake sat in the crown and anchor.

“- and you’re not fucking good enough for them. So, you’re going to disappear from their phone, and from the face of the fucking earth for all I care, and not be a fucking duck about it either, yeah.”

Jake was shaking in his seat, and even though Sam had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to butt in the conversation for the past 30 minutes, he never got the chance to. Jake had stood from his seat and left the pub without so much as a goodbye or a sip from his drink taken.

“Roy, do you really think all that was necessary?” Sam asked, sliding into Jakes now empty seat and sliding his untouched beer over to Roy.

“Abso-fucking-lutley.”

Hope you enjoyed this Jamie fic!!! Let me know what you think <33 more to come as I get up to date on the summer sleepover prompts x

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt oneshot #jamie tartt imagine #ted lasso x reader #beybaldes summer sleepover !!

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joshlmbrt · 4 months

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The Wires Got The Best Of Him. PART ONE. (dad!g. tillman x r)

part two -> part three

w; gator ( OC!!! - sort of ), mentions of roy, dot being kidnapped, ivy seeing her, gators mean to r, roy, physical violence.

an; i’ve had this idea in my head for a while and i tried my best to write it - hopefully you all enjoy it!! most likely will be making a part two!!

“Daddy!” Ivy squeals, giggling as Gator steps into the kitchen. You smile softly, bending down and picking up the crayon she had dropped. “Mommy and I are going to play in the ‘now!’ She grins up with him, nose scrunched.

He smiles - though it doesn’t meet his eyes like it always does - leaning down and pressing a small kiss to her nose. “‘kay. Be careful. Just don’t go near the barn. Pop-pop Roy has some power tools and nails inside.”

He lifts, stepping towards you and presses a kiss to your temple. “I’ll be home for dinner.”

You nod, looking up at him. “Everything okay?”

There’s a small hesitation, but he nods, grabbing the leather jacket that rests on the back of the chair - even though you’ve begged him to wear his bigger winter coat before going out into the cold.

He slips it on. “Yeah. I’m fine,” He finally answers. That doesn’t help your nerves with the late reply.

“Alright,” You nod. You step towards him again, zipping the zipper up some more before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Be careful, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods. He pushes some of your hair away before walking away. You hear the front door close and you let out a small sigh. You glance over at Ivy.

“You want to get ready, lovebug?”

“Yeah!” She cheers, sliding off the chair. You smile following her to her room.

“Can we go see the ‘ows?” She tilts her head, reaching for your hand. You smile softly, holding her hand. “We can go see if Pop-pop hasn’t sold any.”

“Can I take Daisy?”

You open the door to her bedroom and she runs in, grabbing the said cow, holding it up with a grin. You nod, walking to her closet. “Of course you can, baby.”

“Yay!” She then holds the stuffed animal to her face, eyes crossing by how close it was. “Did ya’ hear that, Daisy? You can go see ya’ family!”

You glance over your shoulder, smiling at her before turning back. Your eyes peek out the window towards the barn, tilting your head a bit when Roy steps out.

Karen was already in the car with the twins - on if his goons in the front. Roy walks through the snow, his features were contorted into worry and anger.

Nothing new there.

❆

“Okay, we have to be careful on the snow, ya’?” You slide the pink beanie onto her hair, tying the two little strings underneath her chin.

“You betcha, mommy!” Daisy was hanging in her other hand, shaking with Ivy’s excitement. You smile and press a kiss to her rosy cheek, standing and fixing your own jacket.

“Ready, Ivy?” You hold out your hand. You furrow your brows, looking down. Panicking slightly when you see she’s not there anymore, looking out to see where she would’ve gone.

The barn. She’s heading near the barn.

“Ivy!” You call out, voice echoing through the farm. You are quick - but careful - making your way off the steps. “Baby! Don’t!”

You watch as she pushes the door open, giggling as she steps in. You stomach drops - the power tools. There were power tools in the barn - and knowing Roy, he was careless, he’d leave them plugged in and tossed on the floor.

Your footsteps quicken as much as the can, boots sinking into the snow. You finally yank open the door. “Ivy! Daddy said not to come in here, Pop-pop has…” Your voice trails off, eyes widening at the sight.

There was a woman chained to the ground, a measly bed the only thing for comfort. Her wide eyes stare at you, chest quickening with her heaving breaths from the cold.

“And this is-”

A hand wraps around your arm. “Ivy,” Gator snaps. She turns smiling. “Here. Now.”

“Gator-”

“I told you…” He turns his head towards you. “Not to go in the barn.”

“She-”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse,” He grits through his teeth. He stares at you, making you gulp. Gator would never hit you - harm you in anyway only with words - he promised you he wouldn’t, he’s seen to many women get pushed around by his father. But right now, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was blinded by rage.

“Ivy, let’s go.” He looks at the little girl once again.

“Okay! Hold on, daddy,” She smiles at him before turning back towards the woman. “Here!” She places the small stuffed animal into the woman’s lap. “Her name is Daisy. She’ll keep ya’ company.”

She smiles a bit, eyes looking down at the animal before up at the girl. “Thank you.” She whispers - there’s a small crack in her voice.

Ivy smiles, turning and running towards Gator, wrapping her arms around his legs. He bends, lifting her with one arm, her curls brushing at his cheeks.

He gives a look at the woman who stares down at the little cow, hands gripping at the mattress. He pulls you with him, your feet stumbling over themselves.

The door to your guys shared home flies open. He places Ivy down on the ground. “Ivy, go play in your room. Mommy and I have to have a talk.”

“Okay!” She nods, running off to her room. Gator turns to you, making you shrink back by his look.

“Kitchen,” He nudges his chin. You nod, making you way to the kitchen, unzipping your jacket and hanging it up on the way. His boots scuff, eyes glancing over his shoulder before looking back at you. “I told you both to stay out of the barn.”

“Gator! You have a woman chained in there! What- Who is that?!” You shake your head, brows pinched.

“No one imp-”

“If it’s no one important then tell me who she is,” He stays quiet, eyes cutting away from you. “Then let her go.”

His eyes cut back to you - at the words - face pinching up. “No! I can’t do that. I have to keep an eye out for her!”

Your lips part, head shaking. “Because of Roy… That’s Nadine.”

“How do you know about her?”

“Either you were having an affair or that’s who we’re talking to your dad about when you would sneak off,” You shake your head. “God… You are so stupid sometimes Gator! And I hate to say that because Roy already tells you how much he thinks you’re a loser,”

His lips part, blinking at you. “If someone pulls up and sees her out in the barn, and you’re the only one here, they’re gonna take you and ask you questions,” You poke at his chest. “And trust me, Roy already has you conditioned to take the blame for anything he does because he doesn’t want blood on his hands.”

“Don’t talk about him like that.” His hand clenches at his side.

Your eyes zero in on the movement before looking back at him. “Why not? Are you gonna hit me?” You lift your brows. “Like your daddy does to his women because they won’t listen? Train me to-”

You flinch hearing the cabinets shake behind your head. “I told you to quit runnin’ your mouth!” Your nails dig into the counter, eyes staring into his.

“Daddy?” A voice breaks him away, quickly turning and staring down at the small girl. He gulps quietly, hand sliding from the cabinet. Ivy just seen him lose it. And he remembers the first time he saw Roy smack a woman around - it stuck with him. He didn’t want the same for his little girl.

He didn’t want to hurt you either.

“I…” His chest heaves underneath the leather, fingers rubbing near his heart.

“Gator… Hey, calm-” He shakes his head when he feels your hand land on his bicep.

“No… I just-I’m going to take a small ride. I need… I can’t… I’ll be back before bed.” He grabs the keys from the island, walking off, sniffing. Ivy watches as he walks away, door closing behind him.

You look out the window, watching as the door slams and he starts it up. A cloud of smoke leaves the window - he speeds off.

“Mommy… Is daddy okay?” She asks. You turn, staring down at her as you slide to the floor. She seemed a bit frazzled.

“He’ll be okay,” You nod. “He’s just… feeling stressed and pressured to do something he doesn’t want too.”

“That’s not good.” She shakes her head.

You give a weak smile, shaking your head. “It’s not,” You press a small kiss to her forward. “Go take a small nap, okay? We can decide what we want for dinner later.”

“Okay, mommy,” She leans up and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

❆

Your steps were wobbly, careful not to drop anything from the tray and into the snow. You didn’t know how much time you had left until Gator, or worse, Roy, made it back home.

You turn, back pushing open the barn doors. “It’s just me,” You say, turning to face her. “I brought you some soup and tea.” You nod, walking towards her, placing it on the bed.

“Thank you,” She whispers. She trusted you enough, grabbing the hot cup of tea, immediately taking a sip of it. “How old is she?”

You smile a bit. “4.”

“She talks well,” She nods. “You must be a good mama.”

“I try to be,” You glance at her chained ankle. “Do you have a child?”

“Mhm. Her names Scotty. She’s 9.” She nods.

You nod, standing from the bed. You grab her hand softly. “I’m going to get you out of here… I promise,” You whisper. “Just… give me til tonight to find the keys.”

Her eyes soften and she nods, hand gripping yours. “Please don’t forget about me.”

“I won’t… I know you’d do the same,” You say. “I’m going to get you home. I promise.”

She nods, eyes peeking over your shoulder, hands freezing in yours. You quickly lift up at the sound of scuffing, turning around. You knew the sound of Roy’s boots. You definitely can’t walk out of the barn - you’re screwed either way you look at it.

The door slams open, his eyes meeting yours. His lip curls up in a snarl, footsteps quickening. “You just can’t seem to keep your nose out of others business, can you?”

“Roy, don’t hurt her!”

“Shut your mouth, Nadine,” He points a finger to her before his hand comes down across your cheek. “I’m teachin’ you a lesson since the boy can never seem to put you in line.” He grabs your arm, making you yell out, feet stumbling from his dragging.

“Roy! Do-” The door slams closed and your pulled in front of him.

His gloved hand grips your jaw, shaking your head a bit. “I have enough teachin’ to go around.” He whispers.

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cantstoptheimagines · 11 months

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Attachments (Jamie Tartt | Ted Lasso)

Summary — When it came to having a one-night stand with Jamie, you expected to be nothing more than an additional notch on his belt. Unbeknownst to you, he had other plans.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Walnut Mist Jamie; coworkers to lovers; a touch of idiots in love (mostly on the Reader’s part); friendly teasing from the Diamond Dogs; references to sex, but no actual smut.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,038. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

You weren’t entirely sure what to do.

The way Jamie’s hand slowly traveled over your lower back sent butterflies throughout your stomach. You had woken up to find yourself wrapped in his soft linen sheets, limbs tangled up in his blanket with your face squished against a pillow.

Lying on your stomach, you admired him with a tired gaze. He was on his back next to you, eyes closed and blissfully unaware that you were no longer asleep. One hand rested on his stomach while the other continued creating patterns against your bare skin.

The gentle feeling nearly lulled you back to sleep. Jamie’s scent was overwhelming your thoughts. His bedding smelled of his favorite cologne. If it hadn’t been for his alarm, you would’ve felt as though you were drifting into a second heaven.

You quickly closed your eyes, not ready for the conversation Jamie might want to have about the previous night. Next to you, he turned off his alarm and let out a deep groan. You could hear every movement he made, thinking you were still dreaming peacefully without a care in the world.

He shifted closer until you could feel his skin against yours. His warmth surrounded you in an instant. He hovered over you with an arm on either side, balancing on his elbows. His chest was almost flush against your back. It took everything within you to not let out a surprised squeal.

His lips gently grazed your forehead, then your temple, then your cheek in a series of sweet kisses. He nosed at your skin before taking in the scent of your shampoo. You could feel him smile against your cheek before another kiss was layered there.

His affections traveled to your shoulders. He pushed himself closer. You tried not to smile at the feeling of him. His lips left a warm trail of open-mouthed kisses from your left shoulder to the right.

Finally, after one last kiss landed against your back, Jamie shifted away from you. The blankets rustled and, without him, you suddenly felt cold.

Opening your eyes once again, you admired the way the muscles in his back flexed with every tired stretch as he made his way to the bathroom. Moments later, the sound of water falling from the showerhead echoed through the open door.

With the knowledge that Jamie wouldn’t be back for at least a few minutes, you reluctantly shuffled out his bed. Within moments, your clothes were on and you were disappearing without so much as a goodbye.

You were busy sorting through some papers for Ted when Jamie slipped into your office. In an instant, you regretted choosing the workspace that was connected to that of the main coaches’, mostly due to the glass windows that allowed them to see everything.

As Jamie closed the door behind him, you could see several of your colleagues looking at one another curiously. It was the worst time for them to be having one of their Diamond Dog meetings. Not only would you be questioned by Ted and Beard, but potentially by Roy, Trent, and Higgins as well.

“Hey.”

Your eyes fluttered from your nosy coworkers to Jamie. He offered a bright smile, pushing back his hair with a black sports headband. He had already changed into his kit for practice. You leaned back against the front of your desk, waiting for him to carry the conversation.

“Missed you this morning,” he said, “wanted to tell ya goodbye. I was gonna make breakfast too, but you’d already gone, so...”

His voice trailed off, unsure of what else he should say. Your suddenly quiet demeanor was throwing him off. He thought about everything he could’ve done to make you upset, but came up empty-handed.

“I had to go home and get ready for work,” you replied, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Oh,” he nodded understandingly. “Well then, how about tonight? I’ll take ya out for dinner to make it up, alright?”

You blinked in surprise, “Jamie, you don’t have to do that. I mean, what we did last night was just a one-time thing.”

“It was?”

Within seconds, Jamie looked like a puppy who had just gotten treats taken away. His eyes dimmed and his smile fell, “I see.”

“Wasn’t it?”

Jamie shrugged. Your office had gone silent, save for the sounds of his boots shuffling awkwardly against the carpet. Through the glass, you could see Ted’s eyes going between the two of you.

“Don’t know,” muttered Jamie, finally breaking the long silence. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while. I kinda stopped all that one-night stand stuff, I guess.”

“Really?” you breathed, taken aback by his admission.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, hands fiddling with the hem of his jersey. “Look, I really like ya, but if this isn’t something—”

Panic built up within your chest. You hadn’t expected his desire to see you outside of his bedroom. Before he could break things off, you cut him off, “Pick me up tonight. We can go to Ola’s.”

His expression returned to its brighter self, “You’re serious?”

Heat rose beneath your skin when he grinned after receiving a nod in response. Quick as ever, Jamie moved closer. His proximity almost made you forget about the watchful eyes of the Diamond Dogs.

Once he was close enough, Jamie placed his hands on your cheeks. You could feel his smile against your skin as he leaned in to gently kiss your forehead. After giving you a tight hug as well, Jamie left your office with a skip in his step, leaving the door open as he returned to the locker room.

“So...”

You met the stares and poorly hidden grins of your colleagues, aside from Roy, of course. Ted, as usual, was the one who had spoken up first. He bounced excitedly in his seat.

With a teasing tone, Ted completed his thought, “You and Jamie, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip in an effort to conceal a smile. Each of them began pursing their lips, dramatically kissing the air. This time, much to your surprise, Roy joined in. You scoffed at their antics, wondering what exactly you had gotten yourself into by agreeing to a date with Richmond’s star striker.

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illiterateaffairs · 11 months

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DISTRACTIONS VIII | OPEN WOUND

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 7,743

summary: you and jamie have officially taken your relationship to the next level. but jamie still feels like he isn’t good enough for you.

A/N: once again, thank you all for all of the patience as you waited for this long-delayed chapter, as well as everyone who reached out while i was under the weather. i love and apperciate all of you! this was a hard chapter to write, even now that i’m feeling better, so i hope it was worth the wait. icymi, thinking this is chapter 8 of 12 formal parts so we’re almost at the end, but i anticipate writing more drabbles set in this universe!💗

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It wasn’t unusual that Jamie woke up before you, however it was usually when he had to meet up with Roy for training. This morning, though, once he opened his eyes and saw you sleeping peacefully beside him, there was no falling back asleep. He’d had the forethought to text Roy at some point last night to tell him he wouldn’t be able to make it to practice, knowing there was no chance he was leaving this bed without you.

Yesterday has been a rollercoaster for Jamie. After a few days of impending dread that you were going to end things with him after feeling you pulling away, you’d called and invited him over. The sound of your voice made his stomach flip and he’d had a shred of hope for the first time in weeks that maybe these feelings he’d developed for you weren’t one sided. Once deciding to go to your place after meeting with the team to fix up Sam’s restaurant, he was feeling confident enough to confess to you no matter what. He couldn’t let this go on any longer without you knowing what you meant to him.

The nerves crept in when the boys and he were finishing up dinner, and he’d texted you to let you know he’d be over soon.

“I can’t wait to see you,” he’d boldly texted only to regret doing so when he received no reply from you.

You’d probably fallen asleep on the couch watching one of your shows, he’d told himself. He texted you one more time before he started driving to let you know he was on his way. By the time he reached your flat, there was still no word from you. It wasn’t like you to not respond, even over the past few weeks when things were rocky, you still never fully ignored him. You had to be asleep.

He debated how loud he should knock, simultaneously not wanting to disturb you if you were in fact passed out on the couch, but also just wanting to at least be reassured you were alright. He ended up knocking at a normal volume, and was pleasantly surprised to hear your footsteps approach only moments later. A small smile instantly formed when he saw you, until he noticed that you looked like you’d been crying. He quickly moved to comfort you and his mind began racing with thoughts of what could have possibly made you so upset, and no matter what it was, he’d do anything to prevent it from happening again.

You didn’t get the chance to explain when another person popped the bubble you two seemed to form whenever you were together. Upon processing that another man was in your home, his chest began to feel like a piano had dropped onto it. Who the fuck was this? He thankfully had enough sense to analyze the situation and see that whoever this was, was clearly upsetting you so he couldn’t let his thoughts get too carried away. But that didn’t stop him from feeling defensive. Jealous. Protective.

As soon as the name Mason was uttered from the prick’s mouth, Jamie had to hold back from decking the guy across the face, for everything he did to you months ago, and for having the nerve to show up here and cause you any more distress. Then he had the nerve to call you ‘babe’ like he had any right to even be in the same room as you, let alone call you a term of endearment without any sense of affection behind it, only possessiveness. But he knew punching your ex wouldn’t make you feel any better.

Somewhere in the midst of his quiet rage, and focus on your well-being, the other man accused the two of you of being together, and Jamie quickly realized this meant you must have told him about the two of you in some capacity. At that moment, he wasn’t sure if you’d used him as an excuse to kick your ex out, or if it was true, but it didn’t matter. All he knew was this asshole needed to get as far away from you as possible. He almost threw all chivalry out the window when he watched Mason step closer to you, but luckily you moved away and maintained composure as you once again asked him to leave. Jamie immediately backed you up and all but pushed Mason out the door. As soon as he disappeared down the stairs, relief flooded Jamie’s chest and his heart pounded when you’d asked him to stay.

However, anxiety started creeping back up when he remembered what Mason had said.

“Don’t tell me he’s the one you moved on with?”

Had you moved on from Mason completely? And did you have feelings for him?

He’d hesitantly and quietly asked you just this, and you’d shyly admitted that you had indeed fallen for him, and Jamie could not remember a time when he’d been more happy. And despite his nerves, he never felt more proud to share that he had feelings for you, too. The rest of the night was a blur of kisses and tangled up limbs. He’d had great sex countless times before, specifically with you, but it was beyond incredible that night. You were incredible.

Now as sunlight crept into your room, he watched you sleep peacefully in awe. He could not fathom how he’d gotten so lucky to even know you, let alone call you his. He’d hoped you were his - not in a possessive sense - in a relationship sense. But between all the sex and lazy pillow talk in between, you two hadn’t exactly decided on any labels. He knew you were more than friends, and certainly more than just benefits, but he was a bit unsure of what that looked like from here on out.

He wasn’t aware of how much time passed as he watched you breath and traced nonsensical shapes across your hip, but before he knew it your eyes - your beautiful eyes - were fluttering open to meet his.

A warm smile takes over your face as you process your surroundings and Jamie can’t help but reciprocate.

After a few more quiet moments, you whisper, “Hi.”

“Hey,” Jamie whispers back. He doesn’t hesitate to close the very minimal gap between your two heads to kiss you, but your fingers press against his lips before he can.

“I have morning breath,” you whine quietly.

“That’s never stopped me before,” he tuts playfully and presses his lips against yours anyway. Despite your initial complaint, you hungrily reciprocate and Jamie practically smirks into the kiss

As much as you want to get carried away, you reluctantly pull away and lean your forehead against his. “I guess we never really talked about what happened last night.”

“We were a little busy.”

You huff out a laugh, but don’t meet his eye. After a few quiet seconds, you speak up again, “I’m sorry about Mason. He showed up out of nowhere.”

Jamie frowns, leaning away from you a bit, “You don’t need to apologize for him.”

“I know,” you nod, your fingers beginning to play with his absentmindedly between your two bodies, “I just feel bad that you even had to see him. I feel bad that I had to see him.”

“I don’t care about him,” he assures, his free hand combing through your hair comfortingly, “I just care that you’re alright.”

You nod, “I’m okay.”

After a beat, Jamie finds himself asking, “Was there any part of you that…considered taking him back?”

“No,” you answer immediately, clearing Jamie of any worries, “I think I want to believe his apology because I know I deserve one, but any feelings I had for him are completely gone. I have feelings for someone else. In case you missed that part.”

Jamie grins, “No, I remember that part very clearly. I think you said something like, ‘Jamie you are the nicest, sexiest, most talented footballer I’ve ever met and I can’t go another second without being with you’.”

You snort, “I don’t quite remember it like that. Was that before or after you told me I’m ‘the hottest, funniest, cutest person you’ve ever known and that I would make you the luckiest man in the world if I was your girlfriend’.”

Jamie laughs, “Not sure I said all that.”

You shrug, “Well, it’s all true, so can’t see why you wouldn’t’ve.”

Jamie’s amused smile turns into a shy one. “Even the part about you being my girlfriend? You really want to be that?”

You give him an unsure smile of your own, “I do if you want to. Be my boyfriend, I mean.”

“Oh, I definitely do,” he nods, leaning forward to press his face into the crook of your neck, “I’d be the luckiest man in the world, apparently.”

You laugh loudly, from his return of your joke but also from the vibration of his words against your throat. You settle down as his words turn into soft kisses that trail up to your jaw, to your cheek, and to your ear. As Jamie peppers more soft kisses across your face, nerves replace the butterflies in your stomach.

“Jamie?”

He plants one last kiss against your lips before peering down at you from above, “Yeah?”

“Would it be okay if we still kept our relationship quiet for a little bit?” you ask timidly. “I think I’d like to stay in this bubble we’ve had for a little longer, while this is still new, if that’s okay with you?”

Jamie’s quiet for a couple moments, and you worry that this is a deal breaker for him. However, he gives you a small smile a second later which instantly alleviates your nerves. He settles back beside you and pulls you into his chest.

“Of course,” he whispers into your hair, “I like having you all to myself. Although, I should probably tell you, Roy sort of knows.”

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckle, “I kind of knew that.”

“What?” Jamie’s eyes narrow, “How?”

“He mentioned it to me the other day. Wanted to make sure I wasn’t leading you on for nothing.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, it was sweet, actually. Didn’t see that coming from Roy Kent.”

Jamie snorts.

“In that case, you should know that Rebecca knows.”

“I did know that.”

“And Sam.”

“Wait, what? Sam, too?”

You nod, peering up at him through your lashes, “I only told him yesterday when I was panicking over how much I like you.”

“Aw,” Jamie smirks, “Kinda nice to know the effect I have on you.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, he told me you’ve kinda been obsessed with me this whole time.”

Jamie’s smirk drops, “What did he say?”

“Just something about Richard talking about me, and you flipping out.”

Jamie’s eyes fall closed, “I did not flip out. I just respectfully let him know you wouldn’t be interested in him.”

“Says who?”

“Says who-?” Jamie’s eyes snap open and so does his jaw. He spends half a second in complete shock before seeing the playful smile on your face, “You’re mean.”

“I’m sorry!” you laugh into his chest, “But you’re cute when you’re jealous.” You look up at him and see him pouting. You give him another grin and begin kissing up his chest to his neck, “Don’t worry,” you whisper between kisses, “I am all yours.”

Jamie sighs as you continue pressing kisses to his neck before ultimately capturing his lips with yours once again. There are voices in his head trying to convince him this is all too good to be true; that he should be more worried about your need for secrecy but he ignores them. For now he allows himself to get completely lost in you. His girlfriend.

You and Jamie arrive at the club separately later that morning, Jamie having reluctantly left your home to go to his so he didn't show up in clothes from the night before. However, you somehow manage to show up within moments of each other.

As you walk into the parking lot, you find Sam exiting his car and eagerly approach him with a kind greeting. You can tell he wants to ask you whether or not you confessed your feelings to Jamie the night before, but before you can put him out of his misery, Jamie’s own car pulls into the lot. He gets out and while you both try not to make eye contact, you can’t help but feel a gravitational pull toward one another.

Jamie nods at you, “Morning, Y/N.”

“Good morning, Jamie.” Neither of you can keep the goofy smiles off your faces. You’re lucky Sam is the only one around - you’ll need to be better about keeping this on the down low.

“Hey, Jamie,” Sam calls out with a smirk of his own that only grows when Jamie’s eyes snap to his in surprise.

Jamie smothers his smitten smile for a more cordial one, “Hey, Sam. See you inside?”

Sam nods. Jamie gives you one last look and another tiny smile before walking away.

You can barely look Sam in the eye as he spins back around to face you with a shit-eating grin.

“Don’t-”

“You did it!” he squeezes your shoulders and shakes you gently, “You told him you liked him!”

You can’t help but laugh as you shush him, “While it didn’t go exactly as I would have wanted, yes. I told him I liked him and he likes me and we’re…together.”

“Yes!” He engulfs you in a tight hug, “I’m so happy for you.”

You squeeze him back, “Well, can you be happy and quiet? We’re trying to be discreet for a little while longer.”

“Why?” Sam questions, pulling away from you, “I thought you’d be excited.”

“I’m, uh, buying time to try to figure out how to tell Keeley,” you explain to him, “I know that it's been a while since she and Jamie were together, but I don’t want to break girl code, you know?”

“Ah yes, the rules of female friendship are very sacred,” Sam nods sagely, “I guess we should get inside. I want to make sure I have time to tease Jamie before training - discreetly of course.”

You snort as the two of you head inside. You part ways with Sam after making him promise to be nice to Jamie, before you head towards Rebecca’s office.

You poke your head in her doorway and the older woman beams at you from her spot on the couch. She sets down her cup of tea and gestures eagerly for you to sit with her. As you sit beside her on the couch, you look around the room, trying to figure out how to tell her about your updated relationship status. However, Rebecca lets out a gasp, interrupting your brainstorm.

“Oh, my God, are you and Jamie are officially together?”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, “How the hell do you do that?”

“I’m psychic,” you tilt your head in interest and Rebecca rolls her eyes, “No, you just looked nervous and I saw Jamie when he came in a few minutes ago and he seemed like he was on cloud nine. Figured it had to do with you.”

You shake your head, “You’re still ridiculous.”

Rebecca shrugs with a grin, “What can I say?” She pokes your arm, “Why don’t you look as happy? This is a new development I assume, so you should be in the honeymoon phase.”

“We are. I am. I just…we’re still keeping it a secret,” you sigh, before quickly adding, “Except from you, Sam, and Roy.”

“Uh huh. And why exactly do you need to keep it a secret if you’re actually dating him now?”

“I’m procrastinating telling Ted,” you admit sheepishly.

Rebecca frowns, “Why? Ted adores Jamie.”

“I know. And Jamie loves Ted. That’s the problem. He looks up to him. I don’t want to make their dynamic weird by putting myself in the middle.”

Rebecca shakes her head, “Or it could make it all the better.”

You shrug, “I think I’d rather wait a little before I find out.”

“I support you whatever you decide, but I think you worry too much about other people,” Rebecca sighs, “But you’re happy, though? With Jamie?”

You bite your lip to keep from beaming, “Extremely.”

A slow smile creeps its way onto Rebecca’s face before the two of you start squealing.

Jamie finds it hard not to proclaim his feelings for you when Isaac asks him why he’s in such a good mood, but he manages to find something else to say. That something else being: “The fuck? I’m in a normal mood, thank you very much,” to which Isaac holds his hands up and backs off, muttering, “Okay, I take it back. Relax, bruv.”

Yeah, he wasn’t exactly thrilled you were still keeping your relationship a secret, even after graduating from just fuck buddies. But you were together and that was all that mattered. He was happy, and you were happy. At least he assumed - hoped - you were happy. You wouldn’t just enter another relationship that wasn’t making you happy. Unless you were just doing it to make him happy. But then why would you confess your feelings first?

God, Isaac was right; he did need to relax. He was just in his head. This was the first time he was in a real relationship with someone. Sure, he’d had relationships before, with Keeley and other girls, but this time he gave a shit. A lot of shits. So many shits it made his stomach hurt, he thought he needed to take a shit. But he felt like he was tricking you into dating someone who may or may not have been just as bad as your last boyfriend. You had no idea the prick he used to be. While he knew he wasn’t that guy anymore, and that the absolute last thing he’d do was hurt you, he was still terrified he’d accidentally end up doing that anyway. He worried a part of you thought that would happen, too. That’s why you weren't jumping at the chance to tell everyone. Again, he understood and believed what you said about not wanting to burst your personal little bubble yet, but his insecurities were louder than his common sense.

As he sorted through his locker, nearly giving into all of his toxic thoughts, Sam popped up behind him and almost gave him a heart attack.

“Jesus,” Jamie startled as Sam gripped his shoulders.

“I hear someone’s got a girlfriend,” Sam sing-songs softly. Jamie spins to face him and cautiously looks around the locker room, “Don’t worry your secret's safe with me. I just wanted to say that I’m happy for you, mate.”

Jamie feels his cheeks heat up and the side of his mouth quirks up, “Thanks, man.”

Sam smiles back, “And for her, too. I only found out she liked you yesterday, but I can tell how happy you make her. It's kind of adorable.” As Sam starts to step towards his own locker, he playfully adds, “Just don’t fuck it up.”

Jamie’s stomach flips. If Sam thought he made you happy, it had to be true. He also heard Sam’s other point loud and clear - he couldn’t fuck it up. He swore on his life he wouldn’t. And if that meant not telling anyone else for the time being, his lips were sealed.

Over the next few weeks, you and Jamie manage to keep your relationship a secret all the while finding time to meet up at the club or at one of your respective flats. In some ways it's like nothing has changed as you sneak in make out sessions - or a little more - during lunch breaks, but in other ways it's not. Jamie particularly likes the little things your elevated relationship status brings to the table. You’re a lot more affectionate and share more words of affirmation, things Jamie hasn’t been particularly used to. Jamie’s the same way with you, and he opens up more little by little. You can tell there are things he’s still holding back, but you trust that he’ll tell you with time.

Just as your relationship has been better than ever, so has AFC Richmond’s track record. Since their victory at Arsenal, they’ve won three more games in a row. Jamie cheekily credits you with part of the reason he’s been doing so well as of late, and while you know that’s hardly the truth, you still accept the compliment and the many, many kisses that follow.

You’re together for about a month when Michelle and Henry visit England, along with Michelle’s new boyfriend, Jacob. In anticipation of their trip, you talk yourself up to the idea of telling your aunt about your new, official boyfriend. You were nervous to tell anyone in your family, particularly your dads. And Ted. You figured Michelle would be good practice and she’s always understood you differently than the paternal figures in your life. She used to be your go-to person to talk about boys with, and was the first person you told when you started dating Mason. But once you’d moved to Chicago and things with him started feeling off, you avoided talking about him when you could. This was different though. You were happy and proud to be in a relationship with Jamie. It should be easy to tell people. You should be bragging about it.

Unfortunately, when the opportunity strikes itself, you freeze. Jacob was making sure the last of their things were ready for their Paris trip, and Ted was getting Henry ready to go to the club, so you and Michelle had a moment alone. She even teed you up perfectly and asked if you were seeing anyone, but instead of enthusiastically telling her about Jamie, you anxiously laughed and told her no. No, there wasn’t a guy who treated you like you deserved and made you feel you’ve been struck by lightning every time you’re together. You told her you were happily single, straight to her face, like a liar. Because you were a liar.

The last few weeks you’ve been making up excuses to Jamie, Sam, Rebecca and yourself as to why you couldn’t admit to anyone else that you were dating Jamie. And while all of those reasons had validity, there was still a nagging feeling in the back of your head that didn’t want you to tell anyone even if those little worries went away. But you didn’t know what it was. You just hoped it went away sometime soon so you could be with Jamie in the way he deserved. Not hiding away, but out in the world together. With a modest amount of PDA. You weren’t an animal.

You push the uneasy feelings in your stomach away to wish Michelle and Jacob well on their trip. You stand beside Ted and Henry and wave them off as their taxi disappears down the street, before the three of you start your walk to Nelson Road Stadium. A few minutes in, Henry naturally walks ahead of you giving you and Ted the chance to talk. Per usual, he senses that something’s off, but you tell him you’re just a bit down this morning, and that Henry being here was already starting to cheer you up. Then you whisper that Jacob annoyed the shit out of you the entirety of your breakfast at Crown and Anchor. Who the hell dates one of their formal couples-therapy clients? You could tell Ted has also been uneasy since your meal, but he lightly scolds you and tells you to play nice. You do manage to clock the tiny smile in the corner of his mouth when you quietly refer to Dr. Jacob as a wanker and you take the tiny victory.

When you arrive at the club, you part ways so you can get set up in your office for the day, but you tell Henry he can visit you at any time. He knows the drill not to tell anyone that you’re related, seeming to understand the power dynamics of corporate culture in his own little kid way. There was a reason he was your favorite cousin.

He takes you up on your offer barely thirty minutes later. He bounds into your office, already going on about how Will showed him what it takes to be a Premier League kitman, and you barely have time to wonder how he knew where your office even was. Henry sits criss-cross-applesauce on the chair across from your desk as he asks you questions about your job and you try to make it sound as exciting as possible. He lights up when you tell stories about the mishaps you’ve witnessed during team training. You’re nearly about to attempt a PG explanation of the red-string incident - though you’d only heard about it second hand from Jamie after the two of you shared a particularly potent bottle of wine a couple weeks ago - when the man himself appears in your doorway already dressed for practice. Your heart skips a beat, both from seeing his face and the mental reminder to not let your secrets slip to either of the boys in the room, but you trusted them both enough to let yourself relax.

“Hi, Jamie,” you call out brightly, alerting the younger boy to the footballer’s presence. Once he turns to see Jamie, he eagerly sits up and greets him, “I was telling Henry here all about the glamorous life of a Premier League club owner’s assistant.”

Jamie nods and crosses his arms, “Hmm, what do you say, Henry? Would you rather stay here and help her go through documents all day, or come to training with me and the team for a bit?”

“Definitely training!” Henry exclaims with no hesitation.

“Okay, ouch.” you tease with a fake frown.

Jamie chuckles and nudges Henry’s arm, “You can head down to the pitch if you want then. A few of the boys should already be down there waiting for ya.”

“Awesome!” Henry cheers, practically sprinting out of your office. He calls out a goodbye and apology to you, promising to spend time with you tomorrow.

Jamie quirks an eyebrow at that and your heart stops briefly again, but you remain calm.

“What’s tomorrow?” Jamie asks, shutting the office door so you’ve got some privacy.

You shrug as nonchalantly as possible, “He probably said that to be nice.”

False. You had lunch plans with Henry, Ted, and Beard tomorrow. Yet another lie you’d told today.

Jamie nods, his eyes trailing you as you get up to formally greet him with a kiss.

“What brings you to my office?” you ask, pulling away but keeping your arms interlocked around his neck. “Can’t stay away from me?”

Jamie smirks, “While that is true, Ted actually asked me to bring Henry to the pitch while he talked to Rebecca about something.”

You hum, with a small smile, “Did you know you’re kind of Henry’s favorite player on the team?”

His smirk turns into a genuine grin, “He told you that?”

Technically no. But since you’ve been working for the club, every time you’ve had the chance to speak to Henry over Facetime, he always asks about Jamie. And you knew it wasn’t a coincidence he was number 9 on his own soccer team. Even when you and Jamie weren’t an official couple, and before you’d even started hooking up, you thought it was cute how much Henry looked up to the footballer. And when you commented on it, Ted remarked that Jamie always made Henry feel special each time he visited, even early on when Jamie was less than the friendliest guy on the team. You had to admit, being good with kids was definitely a turn on.

You just nod. Jamie’s smile turns mischievous again. “Who would you say your favorite player on the team is?”

You bite your lip and look off in the distance pretending to think.

Jamie lightly squeezes your waist and scoffs, “If you say Richard, I swear…”

“You know it's not Richard,” you laugh, fixing him a look as you lean closer to him, “My favorite player is obviously Sam.”

Jamie groans and presses his forehead against yours. “You are still so mean,” he whines, but you can hear the laugh in his voice.

You giggle, “You can be my second favorite.”

“Huh, well second is the best, some say.”

“Yeah, some.” You tease, pressing another kiss to his lips, “You should get to practice.”

“Yeah,” Jamie sighs, but doesn’t hesitate to kiss you long and hard one more time. “Can I come over tonight?”

“I would be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Jamie gives you one more sweet smile and kiss on the cheek before leaving you alone. Alone with thoughts of why you couldn’t possibly want to shout about your relationship from the rooftops. But for whatever reason, you weren’t ready yet. You just hoped one day soon you would be.

For some reason, Jamie cancels on you that night. He doesn’t offer much of an explanation as to why, but you trust he has a good reason. So, you tell him not to worry about it and offer up a rain check for the next night. Instead of responding yes or no, Jamie thumbs-up the text, which you aren’t thrilled about, but you try not to overthink one weird text exchange. Either way, you’d reach out to him tomorrow and see if he was still acting off.

In effort not to dwell on the strange interaction, you busy yourself with making dinner. While your meal is in the oven, you also call Keeley. Earlier that day, you’d heard the news about her personal photos getting leaked and since you were swamped at the club, you didn’t have a real chance to reach out. While it's been a minute since you’ve seen the girl, each of you busy with your jobs and respective relationships (not to mention you still hiding yours from her in particular), you could tell she appreciated hearing from you.

After cheering her up a bit with some words of comfort, and then a bit of girl talk to distract her, you settle down on the couch with a bowl of baked ziti and your laptop. First, you answer a few emails. One was from your dad of a goofy meme that he definitely could have just texted, but you respond nonetheless with a culturally relevant GIF. The other was from Kara, your old coworker from Chicago. You’d kept up with her pretty regularly since your move, exchanging texts now and again, but using email for longer life updates. You’d admitted that you’ve been seeing someone to her, but haven’t given details as to who yet, and that’s as close as you’ve gotten to telling anyone out of the circle of people who already knew.

You’d also confided in her about writing again, which you hadn’t really done with anyone else either. Telling your dads or even Ted or Michelle would put pressure on it you weren’t ready for. They’d be so excited for you, of course, but then you knew your dads would follow up with questions about whether you were going to do anything with the book you’ve been writing, and while that was the goal, you weren’t that far yet. Once it was in better shape you’d happily tell them.

And that’s what you do with the rest of your night. You bang out a few more chapters of your rom-com novel and then get to bed at a reasonable hour. You try not to dwell on the fact that it's the first night in weeks you’ve gone to bed without Jamie, but you push the thought away in order to get a good night’s rest. You’ll probably hear from Jamie in the morning.

And you do - but he just hearts your text when you wish him a good morning and say you hope to see him that night. At least it was a heart instead of a thumbs up.

Something was definitely wrong. You should just ask, but your brain keeps making up horrible reasons for his distance, starting and ending with him wanting to break up with you for some reason. You knew that couldn’t be it. You saw him less than twenty-four hours ago and everything was fine. Something else had to be bothering him, but you wanted him to tell you himself and only if he wanted to.

Again, you throw yourself into activities to distract you. First with an uncharacteristically large breakfast for one, and then with work at the club for a few hours before you meet up with your cousin, uncle, and surrogate-uncle at Crown and Anchor for a late lunch. You tried to text Jamie a couple times throughout the day, but only got minimal responses still. Ted and Beard can both tell something is off, but you force a smile and listen intently as Henry recounts their morning at the West Ham game.

You do manage to enjoy the rest of the evening with your family between bursts of anxiety when you see Jamie hasn’t sent anything. But you’re both relieved and twice as anxious when you see him standing outside your apartment as you arrive home that night. You wonder how long he’s been here.

“Jamie?” you call out softly as you reach the top of the stairs. It’s very obvious he’s not in a great place, “Are you alright?”

You’re surprised when he shakes his head and answers honestly, albeit avoiding your eye line, “No, I’m not so great, actually.”

You gulp, but try to give him a reassuring smile, “Okay. Do you want to come inside and talk about it?”

He nods and you move forward to start unlocking your front door. You two silently enter the flat, the only noise coming from the rummaging as you lock up and discard your coat and bag. A few moments later, you take a seat on the couch and look expectantly at him to join you, but he just shuffles to stand in front of you, staring at his barely worn Nikes.

“Jamie?” you speak up again and try to sound as gentle as possible, despite your increasing heart rate, “You know that you can talk to me about anything right? But you also don’t have to talk about it if you're not ready.”

He nods again, once, and you study his hands, and he clenches and unclenches them into fists a few times. You want to be patient with him, but with each passing second, you make up more and more worst case scenarios for how this was going to go.

“Did you hear what happened to Keeley?” he finally asks after a few minutes of excruciating silence, “About that video getting leaked?”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. That’s not what you thought he was going to say.

“Yeah,” you force out, brushing past your confusion, “Yeah. Its so fucking shitty. I actually talked to her last night. She’s upset, of course, but she sounds like she’s holding up okay.” You explain. You study him for a few seconds before continuing, “Is that what you’re upset about?”

He once again silently bobs his head up and down, before he admits, “She actually made that video for me. The one that got leaked. Back when we were dating.”

Your mouth forms an “o”, starting to recognize some puzzle pieces but unsure of how they fit together. “Are you worried that you’re the reason it got leaked? Because you know it's not your fault. Whoever the asshole hacker is, who leaked everyone's shit, is to blame.”

“I know but I should have made sure everything was deleted,” Jamie sighs, his voice practically cracking as he slowly continues, “And it's more than that.”

“What is it, Jamie?” you question, “Because if you think it's that I’d be upset about the video itself, I’m not. You and Keeley dated a long time ago.”

“It's not that,” Jamie says, finally looking at you, “This happening has just reminded me of what a shit person I used to be when I was dating her and how she deserved better than that. And so do you.”

You frown, sitting up a little straighter, “Don’t say that. I know about your reputation back then, but it doesn’t matter. You’re not the same guy you were.”

“Yeah but you don’t know everything.”

“Jamie, I don’t care-”

“Please,” he pleads, “You have to let me say this. It’s been eating away at me since I met you. You have to know.”

You take a deep breath, and not knowing what else to say, you just nod encouragingly.

Jamie takes a deep breath and once again looks at the floor before he begins, “I wasn’t just a dick to Keeley. I cheated on her. I actually probably cheated on most of the girls I’ve been with. Honestly, for a few years, I can’t think of a time where I wasn’t seeing a girl or hooking up with another until a little while after Keeley and I broke up. I didn’t really know it, but I think I used my relationships or sex as another form of validation. It didn’t matter who I was seeing, if someone was interested I went for it. I just wanted to feel…good. I liked the attention. I liked being wanted. Not that that makes it okay, it definitely doesn’t. Especially with Keeley, who was probably one of the most genuine people I was ever with. And that’s why I feel even worse that the video got leaked.

“I didn’t feel that way with you, though. I still don’t. I wasn’t just sleeping with you for validation. Not that you don’t make me feel good or wanted, because you make me feel that way even when we’re just watching TV or playing a board game. But all that mattered to me was making you feel good, even when I thought all I was was a distraction for you. I knew all you wanted was sex, and I knew I was good at it, so I was more than happy to help. But even then I was so hyper aware that if you really knew the guy you were sleeping with, you’d hate me.

“Your ex is the biggest idiot in the world for cheating on you and making you feel like you weren’t good enough, and I’m glad you’ve moved on and that I could help you do that. But deep down I know that I’m just as bad as him. Maybe even worse. I have been an asshole to every girl I’ve been with, and I regret that, but it's the truth. I avoided telling you for so long because I was afraid if you really knew the kind of guy I was, you’d stop seeing me. But I wanted to tell you now, so that you could if you wanted to. Stop seeing me. Because I wouldn’t blame you.”

Jamie could barely hear the sound of his own voice as he finished his impromptu speech, with his own heartbeat ringing in his ears. As much as he hated to admit all of that, he knew he needed to. It’s been his inner monologue for months, he just finally needed to air it all out. And he felt like he owed you the full picture, so you knew what you were getting into; so you could decide if you really wanted to be with someone like him. You deserved a good man. One who was better at all of this and wouldn’t fuck it all up like he knew he could. He was still fucking up with Keeley after all of this time. You deserved better than him.

After a few beats of silence, he forces himself to look at you again, unable to fight the morbid curiosity of how you’d react. He manages to make out the tears forming in your eyes, through the tears welling his own. He didn’t realize he’d gotten so emotional during his speech, but he figures it's the guilt coupled with the fear of what you’d do.

He could tell you were biting your lip as you figured out what to say. This was it. You knew he wasn’t just a prick, but a cheater, too, and you were trying to find the right words to kick him out of your home and out of your life.

His breath hitches as you rise from your spot on the couch and take hesitant steps towards him. He almost flinches at the movement, but instinctually relaxes as your hand finds his own and intertwines your fingers together with a squeeze.

“Jamie,” you hoarsely whisper, and the sound of you saying his name makes his heart skip a beat, “Before I say anything else, I need you to know I am not going anywhere.”

Jamie lets out a loud breath of relief and your lips quirk up just a little.

“I really appreciate you telling me all of this, I know how hard that must have been,” you continue, “I am also sorry that somewhere along the way you’ve been made to feel not good enough - because I get it, I do - but you are absolutely good enough. For me and for everyone who is lucky enough to know you. I also need you to know that even at the beginning you were more than just someone I want to have sex with. You are someone I like talking to and someone who makes me laugh and has always made me feel safe, especially when I arrived in a brand new city at a time in my life when I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

“What you did in the past was wrong; cheating on Keeley or on anyone. But what matters is that you realize it was wrong, and that you’ve learned and have grown. You are not that guy anymore. The guy I’ve gotten to know over the last few months knows right from wrong, is considerate, is kind, is attentive, and is still a bit of a prick sometimes, but he wouldn’t be himself if he wasn’t. And I really like that guy. Again, I respect you for telling me this, but I don’t care about your past, Jamie. I know who you are today and I want to be with you.”

Every word you said was true. Sure, it hit a nerve to hear Jamie has cheated before, especially with someone as amazing as Keeley, but despite those nagging voices in your head, you knew in your heart he wouldn’t do that to you.

Jamie’s lip quivers a bit at your assurance that you’re not leaving him. But still, he’s crippled by self doubt, “I’m still afraid that I’m going to fuck something up one day.”

“You probably will,” Jamie sputters, so you quickly place a comforting hand on his cheek and barrel on, “But so will I. We’re both bound to mess up from time to time because nobody’s perfect, Jamie. All that matters is that we try.”

Jamie nods. He’s unable to deal with even the minimal space between the two of you at this point and pulls you completely into his arms. “I can do that,” he whispers into your shoulder.

You melt into his embrace, “Good.”

It’s a blur, but somehow over the course of the next few minutes, you both end up back on the couch, completely wrapped up in one another. His head is resting on your chest as you lightly brush your fingers through his hair. You shush him as he attempts to make more apologies about not being truthful, as well as for blowing you off the last day or so. You’re happy to spend the night reassuring him that he was forgiven and that you were very happy with him. Immensely so.

“You know who might like to hear some of this,” you eventually comment and Jamie hums in question, “Keeley.”

You peer down at him as he plays with the string of your Richmond sweatshirt, of which you of course stole from him.

“I know. I’ve been meaning to.” He agrees quietly, “Think I just wanted to talk to you about it first.”

“That’s okay,” you smiled against his head, “Maybe next time you don’t have to stand outside my door waiting for me to let you in.” He looks up at you curiously, “Maybe I could make a copy of my key…so you can wait inside next time you want to talk. Or see me…If you want.”

You don’t know what possessed you to propose this idea all of a sudden. Maybe it was all the emotions surrounding his confession, or maybe it was how much you hated sleeping alone last night. Either way, you liked the idea of him being able to show up as he pleased. And even though you’ve officially been a couple for only a month, emotionally you’ve been together a lot longer.

A genuine grin appears on Jamie’s face for the first time that night. “That sounds nice.”

“Yeah?” a smile of your own starts forming.

“Yeah,” he props himself up to brush his lips against your cheek, “I can see about getting you a copy of mine as well, but I honestly think I like being at your place a lot more than mine.”

“I like you being here, too.” you gently pull him on top of you for a full fledged kiss.

Jamie eagerly reciprocates and feels the weight that’s been on his chest the last couple of days fully melt away. He would definitely still talk to Keeley, but he’s comforted by the fact that he not only still has you, but that you didn’t look at him any differently after knowing more about his past.

Also, despite his unsuredness over you wanting to keep your relationship a secret, he no longer cared about that either. You made it very clear tonight that you wanted him and thought he was good enough for you. He still hoped to one day proclaim his feelings for you to the world, but for now, being with you in any capacity was more than good enough for him.

A/N: once again, thank you all for reading and all the love and support! this was one a beast to figure out and write, so i hope you liked it! i’m also envisioning that my original drabble “i like you” takes place in this four weeks they are dating at the start of this chapter <3

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makethatelevenrings · 7 months

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Day 12: Phone Sex w/ Roy Kent

Kinktober Masterlist

“Hi.”

You huffed out a laugh at the placid greeting and settled back against the pillows propped up against the headboard. The soft cotton of Roy’s old sweatshirt brushed against your skin and you relished in the enveloping scent of him.

“Hi big guy. Good game out there.”

“Fucking cold,” he grunted. “Pretty sure my dick had reverted and is fucking my lungs.”

A startled laugh escaped you and you shook your head. Such a poet.

“Well, you looked good. Wish I was there to warm you up.”

He sighed. “Fucking wish you were here too, love. This bed is too empty.”

“Only two more nights. We’ve survived longer than that.”

“I know. I’m still going to bitch about it.”

“I would be concerned if you didn’t.”

Silence met you, but you weren’t worried. It was common for the two of you to fall asleep with the phone line still open. After sleeping next to one another for so many years, even the presence of Roy over the crackly phone line settled something in your chest.

“What are you wearing?” His gruff voice had a hint of teasing to it and you chuckled, fingering the hem of his sweatshirt.

“Your old Sunderland crew,” you answered honestly. “And no pants.”

He groaned, low and deep and pleased. “Bet you look like a right fucking treat.”

“I look like a mess. I’ve been cleaning the house all afternoon.”

“What I’d give to be home right now. I’d bend you over the island and fuck you right there.”

Heat rushed through your veins at the thought and you hummed. “Yeah? The idea of me wearing your clothes gets you that hard?”

He chuckled. “Love, the idea of you wearing my clothes makes me want to hop onto the next flight.”

You parted your legs and slid your hand down your stomach, over the soft hair on your navel, and down, down, down to slide across the growing wet patch on your underwear. You whimpered at the light brush and Roy let out an appeasing grunt.

“Touching yourself, aren’t you? That’s it, sweet girl. You deserve this. Working so hard when I’m not home. Wish I was there to take care of you.”

“Roy…” You started to rub slow circles over your clit, your lips parting in a broken moan. “God, Roy. I wish you were here.”

His voice was further from the phone now and you suspected he had put you on speaker. The sound of a bottle opening met your ears and your breathing hitched as you realized what he was doing. What you would give to see him right now. A sheen of sweat clinging to his tanned skin, muscles flexing as he reached down to grasp his hard cock, and perfect hands stroking himself… the idea made your clit throb.

“I’d throw it all away if it meant staying at home with you forever,” he murmured. Roy inhaled deeply and you could hear the slick sound of his lube covered hand sliding along his shaft. “I’d give it all up if it meant seeing you everyday.”

“Come home, baby. I’ll meet you at the door and wear your old jersey. You’d like that, you possessive caveman. Your name, your ring, your cum on me.”

He groaned and you could hear his speed pick up. “Yeah. Fuck yeah. I’d cum all over those pretty little tits of yours. Lick it off of you and then fill up your pretty little cunt.”

You increased your pressure and whined. “Fill me up, Roy. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Such a dirty mouth on you. If you mouthed off, I’d have to gag you on my cock.”

“Yeah? You’d choke me on your big dick?”

His breathing hitched and he let out that rough whine you loved so much. You loved having this power over him. Roy gasped out a heaving breath and then finally spoke once more.

“I’d take you to our room and fuck you into the mattress until the only word you could say was my name.” You whimpered as the knot of pleasure in your gut started to tighten. “And then I’d draw you a bath and take care of you. Because you’re the love of my life, darling, and I find myself so lucky and grateful to be able to come home to a woman like you.”

Fuck. You should not be tearing up at the same time as your orgasm charged through you. A whiny exhale left you as pleasure washed over your muscles until the contractions stopped and you were able to relax against the mattress.

“I love you, Mr. Kent,” you whispered into the phone.

“I love you too, Mrs. Kent.”

“Two days.”

“Fuck that. I’m throwing the game and coming home to you right now.”

You barked out a laugh and shook your head. “No the fuck you are not. I’ve got money on you fuckers.”

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neverinadream · 1 year

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You Want This Back?

Summary: The topic of turn-ons consumes a conversation between you and your roommate.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Song Inspo: Crushing Me - Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, roommates to lovers, soft dom!christian (with subtle hints to sub!christian), sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess,...), a bit praise kink, teasing, masturbation, giving instructions, nipple play, talks of porn, talks of turn ons, fingering, spitting, unprotected sex, cum play, aftercare

Notes: i apologise because this is a long one. this is very much inspired by a conversation that i had with @thoseboysinblue ages ago now and also by that one scene in ted lasso where roy walks in on keeley. i haven't written smut in a long time, so if it's shit then it's shit. feedback is always appreciated.

An uncomfortable, searing ache had built between your thighs, one that couldn't be ignored any longer. You slid your hand under your panties, whimpering as your fingers were instantly coated in your arousal. Holding your phone in your other hand, you listened to the woman gagged and splutted around her partner's cock as he forced more than she could take into her throat. You wanted to be controlled like that, to have tears prick your eyes as you pushed past your limit. He grunted something about her doing a good job and she moaned approvingly around him, but you only heard your moans as your fingertips swirled around your clit, before thrusting deep inside.

"Oh, god," you whimper, rolling your eyes as your head leans back against the headboard.

You imagined him between your legs, his hand gripping your throat as he lapped his tongue against your cunt, devouring it with every ounce of energy he had. A new rush of arousal flooded your senses. You switched between fucking yourself and rubbing your clit, both working to stiffen the knot in your stomach, and you knew for sure you weren't going to last much longer. Soon, you would be crying out as your orgasm shatters through you.

But a knock on your bedroom door interrupts you and you start to panic as the muffled sound of your roommate's voice comes through from the other side. "So, I was thinking..." He voice slowly tunes out, forgetting what he was going to say as he witnesses you hastily pull your covers up your body, and you throw your phone out of fright across your room, a sharp cry of surprise escaping your throat as it all happens.

Christian looks at you and then down at your phone, his head tilting at the sound playing through your phone, eyes growing wide as he realises what was happening.

"Leave it!" You snap, watching him take a step towards your phone, pulling the covers higher up your body as he ignores your request.

"You want this back?"

He tilts the phone screen in your direction, a close-up of the actress throwing her head back over dramatically filling up the screen as the video continued to play. Fake moans and aggressive grunts fill the silence as he waits for you to find your voice, but instead of trying to say anything, you just wished for the earth to collapse and split below you. The idea of plummeting into the Earth's core was much more appealing to you than attempting to explain the porn still playing on your phone.

What could you tell him? The truth? That watching him perform simple drills in his backyard had turned you on? That the sweat dripping down his naked chest sent a rush of searing heat to your core, leaving you with an uncomfortable ache that only you could fix? Absolutely not.

You two were barely friends.

Only acquaintances.

If it wasn't for your mutual connection that came in the shape and form of Weston, you'd be finishing up your year abroad in overpriced student accommodation. You weren't about to ruin your situation by telling him he made you wet.

"I told you not to pick it up," you finally speak, finding the strength to pull back your covers and leave your bed. His eyes flick down to your bare legs, and you watch the corner of his mouth twitch. Blood rushes to his cock at the slightest glimpse of the black lace peaking out from underneath the end of your t-shirt, but his eyes are snapped back up as you snatched your phone out of his hand, acting quickly to turn the video off. "What do you want?" You ask, masking the irritation you felt with a fake smile.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to go grab an early lunch, but, my bad," his grins grows wider as he watches your fake smile crumble, "I didn't know you were already busy."

He takes a step back, his eyes brushing down your body, focusing on that little bit of lace still on show to him, and then flicking over to your bed. He wets his bottom lip, sinking his teeth into the soft pillow of skin, and thinks about you propped against the messy stack of pillows getting yourself off to some actress faking her moans for the benefit of the audience. The image of you sitting there, your phone in one hand, the other below the waistband of your panties, fingers spreading your heat all over your pussy left him uncomfortably hard.

He takes a deep breath, trying to shake the thought from his head, and shifts his focus back to you. "You know what, why don't I go and grab us lunch from that Italian place you like?"

You raise your eyebrows. That place was at least a thirty minute drive away from his house. "Why that place?" You ask, tucking your phone under your arm, folding them across your chest. Once again, you watch his gaze flicker to the end of your shirt, pupils blowing up as more of the lace is accidentally revealed to him.

He takes a step forward, a wave of his cologne hitting you as he leans in. He always smelt good and you knew you would miss it. "So then you have more than enough time to finish what you've started," he whispers, his mouth resting against your ear. You go to shove him away, but he reacts quickly to your sudden movement, catching your wrist. He doesn't miss the subtle whimper you let out, but it wasn't like you tried to hide it either. "Don't watch that fake crap though," he offers a suggestion, "think about me instead. Let it be my name that you moan."

"Is your ego truly that big that you would think that I would ever think about you?" You fire back, holding his gaze. "You make my pussy drier than the Sahara!"

"Of course, I do," he shrugs his shoulders, making sure to linger at the door to catch your reaction, "that's why you were squirming in your seat and squeezing your thighs together as you were watching me earlier." You try your best to mask your surprise with an expression of annoyance. He winks, chuckling at you as you roll your eyes like he was telling you your secret was safe with him. "See you later, princess," he bids you goodbye, turning out of the door, leaving you to gawk at the empty doorframe.

'Princess.'

You hated and loved it all at the same time.

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You shovel another fork full of pasta into your mouth, moaning loudly as the palette of flavour bursts on your tongue like hundreds of tiny fireworks. Christian sat across from you, the corners of his lips twitching into the smallest of smiles as he listened to you vocally enjoying your lunch. "I've decided I'm going to miss this place the most," you swallow, washing it down with a quick of your water, "I wonder if I can bride one of the chefs to move to the States with me, pay him to be my personal chef."

"How are you going to pay them?" He asks, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

You giggle, reaching over to wipe the spot he missed with your napkin. "I'd pay them with really incredible, mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex."

He raises his eyebrow. "What if all their chefs are women?"

"Payment stays the same," you shrug your shoulders, stabbing your fork into the pile of pasta. The tomato split under the pressure of the fork and was to never be seen again as it travelled to its final destination inside your mouth.

He pushes his food around his plate, leaning to rest his elbow on the edge of the counter. "What if they're all really old?"

"How old are we talking?"

"Like...your dad's age," he replies, hovering his fork in front of his mouth, "would you still do it?"

"Compared to little boys, older men know what they are doing," you mumble, taking a few seconds to think about your answer. He looks at you like he couldn't decide if you were joking or not. He had heard you say things in the past that wouldn't surprise him, but this was...different for him. "The last time I went home, I discovered that my first ever boyfriend had cheated on me," you share with him, setting your fork down and reaching for your glass. You see a flash of sympathy in his eyes, but you quickly dismiss it with a shake of your head. "No, it's okay, because I fucked his dad!"

His eyes widen as a small piece of food becomes lodged in his throat. He reaches quickly for his glass, his face red from coughing, and takes long sips of his water. "You're lying," he taps his hand firmly against his chest, trying his best to catch his breath. You gave him a look that said, Am I? "Seriously?" He sets his glass down and pushes his plate to the side. "Don't get me wrong, it's fucking shitty that he cheated on you, but you slept with his dad?"

Hook, line and sinker.

You giggle, shaking your head. "No, but you should've seen your face!" He rolls his eyes and smiles off to the side, nudging you with his elbow. "No," you're compelled to nudge him back, hiding your smile as you took another fork full of food into your mouth, "old men are just creepy. That whole "you'd be prettier if you smiled more" bullshit they always do makes me want to vomit." You push your plate away, grabbing your napkin to wipe your mouth clean. "I'd fuck you, Chris, before I'd let myself open my legs for some old creep."

"Spoken like a true poet," he chuckles, reaching into his pocket for his phone. It had pinged a few times in the latter portion of your conversation, but he had never once reached for it. "Who said it?" He mumbles, trying to keep half of his attention on you. "Shakespeare?"

"Something like that," you answer, watching with a slight tightness in your chest knowing that someone had stolen his attention from you. You tried to shake the feeling away, but your curiosity got the better of you. "Who is she?" You tried not to sound jealous.

"She," he looks up, "is just Weston." He made an effort to show you his screen. "So, no need to get jealous."

You roll your eyes. "I wasn't jealous."

"Sure you weren't."

He puts his phone on silent and sets its face down on the counter. A conversation with Weston was less important than the things he had on his mind. He watches you clear the dishes away, putting leftovers into Tupperware and stashing them in the fridge, before giving them a quick rinse and stacking them into his dishwasher. You moved so effortlessly around his kitchen. To him, it was like you had been living with him for years and not for the best part of about eight months. He liked it, to him it told him that you were comfortable here, and he knew he would miss it once you were gone.

"So, are we gonna talk about earlier?" He might as well have cut the silence with a knife asking a question like that.

You lean forward and press your elbows onto the counter, staring across from the opposite side of the island. "Which part?"

You hold one finger up. "The part where you asked me to think about you?"

You hold a second finger up. "Or my choice of material?"

"Well, since you bought it up," he leans forward, mirroring your position, "is that..." You raise your eyebrows, noticing the change of colour in his cheeks, which he tries to hide as he averts his gaze. He'd been thinking about what he had seen on your phone to and from your favourite restaurant. The slight roughness of how the woman was being handled had surprised him. "Is that really the sort of stuff that turns you on?"

"What are you asking me, Chris? Do you want to know if porn itself turns me on? Or, do you want to know if the stuff happening in the porn turns me on?"

"Both."

You shrug your shoulders, taking slow steps around the counter as you thought about your answer. "A bit of both, I guess," you pause, tilting your head to the side as you rethink your answer, "I like being told what to do. I like surrendering all of my power to the other person. There's a euphoric rush to being forced to my knees or pinned to the mattress and told to take it like a good girl."

He sits and listens to you, the blood rushing to his cock as he daydreams about you on your knees before him, his fingers fisted in your hair, your lips wrapped nicely around his cock as he repeatedly buried it inside your throat. "But sometimes," your voice snaps him out of his trance, his body shuddering at your breath as it hits his neck, your lips just touching the shell of his ear as you lean from behind him, "I like it when they're gentle; when their bodies are pressed firmly against mine, my legs are wrapped around their waist, we're looking into each other's eyes, and for those few moments, it feels like we are the only two people alive."

"Sounds nice," he looks over his shoulder, following you with his eyes until you were seated on the stool next to him.

You hum, resting your chin on your hand and take a second to study his face. You drag your eyes over every single freckle and search his honey-dipped eyes for his secrets. The corners of your lips tugged into a smile, "you're...not a porn kind of guy, are you? But you're also not the type to have a stash of nudes saved on your phone either." You couldn't figure him out. "What is it?" You finally cave and ask. "What's your choice of poison? Are you old school? Have you got a stash of Playboys hidden under your bed?"

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Come on," you drop your arm and nudge him with your elbow, "I'm not going to spill all of my secrets without gaining something in return."

He could lie and tell you that he did watch porn, or perhaps tell you he had a list of flings he could call on whenever the urge called to. Or, he could just tell you the truth. But it frightened and embarrassed him to tell you the truth, especially after you had answered his questions with a confidence he knew he'd never possess.

And his truth?

He thought of you.

You were in every single one of his fantasies, the very object of all of his desires. You were the one he thought of every time he closed his eyes, your smile was stitched onto the back of his eyelids and your beauty was tattooed onto his brain. And despite being only a couple of rooms down from him, it still felt like you were on the opposite side of the world. Untouchable. And definitely not his.

"I like to think of someone," he admits, looking between you and the counter. He runs his hands uncomfortably against his thighs, trying to wipe away the thin layer of perspiration that had formed on his palms. "Not all the time," he doubles back on himself, he didn't want you to think he was a creep, "but there's someone I sometimes like to think about." He flicks his eyes across at you and you sat in silence, patiently waiting for him to continue. "Sometimes I think about what I'd like to do to her if she was in the room with me." He hides his face from you. "Just basic stuff, I guess."

The tightness in your chest re-emerged as you thought about him moaning some stranger's name. Jealousy never suited you.

"She must be pretty," you mumble, trying not to sound deflated.

"She's beautiful."

You gulp down a large breath of air. "And does she know that she's the object of all your desires and the muse of all your fantasies?"

"She does," he turns his head, "because I just told her."

You? You were the someone he thought about? You guessed it only made sense for him to tell you to think about him when he had been thinking about you and secretly moaning your name all this time. A rush of warmth floods your core and you have to stop yourself from clamping your thighs together. Now you didn't feel so bad about what happened this morning when clearly your very existence was doing the same thing to him.

"So you think I'm beautiful?" Christian had been sitting in agony as he waited for you to say something, but that was not the response he had been expecting. He thought you'd call him a perverted creep, not ask him what he would like to do to you. "How beautiful?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Really beautiful," he mumbles, the corners of his lips twitching into a sassy smirk that you secretly loved, "but your personality could do with some work." You roll your eyes, knocking your foot against his.

"So, what would you do to me?" You lean closer to him, brushing your eyes over his body, fixating on his tattoos, feeling the urge to reach out and touch them. His gaze falters, realising the implications of your words. "Come on," you encourage him, "if we were to have sex right here, right now, what would you do to me?"

"I-I don't know," he shrugs, his mind going blank, "maybe...maybe..." The tips of his ears were turning red as he fidgeted with the back of his neck, rubbing his fingers lightly over the patch of skin. He bounced his knee, making an attempt to distract himself from the hard tent that had formed, cursing himself for choosing to wear sweatpants today. You wet your lips at the sight of his bulge, pleasure tingling down your spine, increasing the dull ache between your thighs, as you imagined him taking it out for you to see. "I-I...Dammit, I sound like a broken record player," he shakes his head, laughing at himself to hide his embarrassment

You settle your hand on his knee, squeezing it as you stand next to him. He looks down at where you're touching him, his fingers coming to linger on your wrist, half closing his eyes at the softness of your skin. "Your skin is soft," he groans, dragging his fingers up your arm. He imagined what it would be like to touch the rest of your body, to drag his hands up your legs and dig his fingers into your thighs as he spread your legs apart. It had his cock twitching and aching to be touched.

A devilish thought pops into your head.

"Do something for me?"

"Anything."

You sucked in a breath and bite into your bottom lip, gnawing on the delicate skin before asking, "Will you show it to me?"

A tingle travelled down his spine, setting every nerve ending in his body on fire. Did you want this as much as he did? Or were you just fucking with him again, like with the fake story of you fucking your ex-boyfriend's dad? Either way, he wasn't going to give in to your demand just yet, no matter how much he wanted to show you how hard you made him. "I'm not just going to whip it out, princess," he negotiates, pulling at the waistband of his sweats, deliberately teasing you. 'Princess.' It left goosebumps on your skin. "I gotta get something in return," he runs his hand over the front of his sweats, gripping his length and palming himself through the grey material, "give me something to look at."

With calm hands, you remove your shirt, making a show of it as you scrunched it into a ball and tossed it behind him. His eyes gravitated to your chest, his pupils blowing wide until there was a ring of amber around them. The bralette you were wearing was black and lacey, and so thin he could already see your nipples through the material. Something told him it was part of a matching set, the pattern of the lace too similar to the sneak peek of your panties he was accidentally rewarded earlier. He had to stop himself from ripping your shorts off just to prove his intuition was correct.

"Pay up." You settle your hands on your hips, your pointer fingers dipping below the waistband of your shorts. "Let me see."

He swivels the stool around to face you, his finger looping through the small bow you had tied at the front of your shorts and gives it a gentle tug. It was enough force to make you take a step forwards. "What is this?" He asks, letting his other hand gravitate towards your chest, drifting his fingers over the straps of your bralette. His eyes were fixed on yours, falling in love with the partial glimmer of your soul they allowed him to see. "What are we doing here?"

"We're finally getting to know each other," you reply, touching the tattooed line of skin that peaked out from the end of his sleeve. The hair on his arm was soft and his skin was warm. "Please, don't make me beg," you whisper, moving your hands onto his thighs.

He pushes the stool out from behind him as he rises to his feet, and you suddenly felt small in front of him. He reaches for the back of his hoodie, takes a tight grip and yanks it over his head. It was his turn to put on a show for you. "Like what you see?"

"Maybe if I got to see some more," you pan your eyes down to where his erection was obvious, jutting out. Your fingers were itching to take it out yourself.

"Come here." He lifts you onto the counter, his large hands tightly grasping your body, and sits you down on the edge. The white marble was cold against the back of your thighs. "Take it out then," he orders, frowning and giving you a look when you hide your hands behind your back. "I thought you wanted to see it?"

"I do, but I don't want to touch it, yet." You lean forwards, dancing your lips on the corner of his and biting your lower lip to resist kissing them. "I want you to touch yourself for me."

"You're trouble, princess," he groans, dragging his hand down your thigh until it dropped off your knee. You lean back on your hands, watching him take a slight step back away from you. From here, you had a good enough view of him tugging on the sides of his sweatpants, pulling them down just low enough for him to untuck himself. "This feels a little unfair," he chuckles, watching your lips part and a shiver run through you as you watch his cock spring free. He looked thick, hard and heavy in his hand, and his breath was ragged as he thumbed the tip. "Give me some spit," he groans, biting his lower lip.

Leaning forwards, you ignore his hand and spit directly below you, both of you watching as it lands on his tip and drips slowly down the sides of his shaft. His cock twitched in his hand and it only turned him on more to know you were pure filth. Slowly, he stroked his shaft, working your spit up and down his length. Now and then, he would squeeze his hand a little tighter, and a low, desperate noise would rumble in his throat. Every movement looked like it caused him pain and his eyes were begging you put him out his misery.

"I need you," he rasps into your ear, jerking his wrist faster, "I need to see you." You push your bra straps down your arms and hastily remove the thin lace from your body, tossing it behind you. Your nipples were already pinched, begging for him to touch. "Can I?" All you could do was nod your head. He lowered his mouth around your beast, your head falling back, whimpering his name as he grazes his teeth over your nipple, soothing the slight sting with his tongue.

You arch your back, scraping your nails against the back of his head, lowering your hand to grip his shoulder as he continued to suck on your nipples. He pulls another strangled whimper from you as he continued to explore your chest, and you were quickly becoming aware of the wetness that had pooled between your thighs. "Jesus Christ," you whimper, slipping your hand past your shorts and under your panties. You slide your fingertips over your clit, coating your fingers. "I'm so fucking wet right now."

"Fuck," he groans, pressing his forehead against yours, "I've thought about you constantly, thought about what it would be like to touch and taste you." The desire in your eyes - you had never been looked at like this before - flooded your core with new wetness and warmth. Through half-closed eyes, he breathes your name through a moan. "I gotta taste you, baby," he says in a low growl, "please, please let me taste you."

Again, all you could do was nod your head. Yes, fucking hell, yes, is what you would've said if you had found the right words.

Bringing your fingers up to his mouth, he sucks on your fingers, moaning as the taste of you explodes on his tongue. You were much better than he could have ever imagined. "You taste so good, princess," he removes your fingers and kisses the inside of your wrist, "but I need the real thing."

You shake your head, denying him. "Later."

"Not later," he disapproved, whining under his breath, "now."

You hook your finger under his chin, tilting his head down to look at you. "There's going to be plenty of time for me to make a mess on this pretty face later," you tell him, giggling as his cheeks flash red.

"Okay," he whispers, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your shorts, pulling on the sides until they were far enough down your legs for you to kick them off, "later." The corner of his mouth twitches seeing the black lace covering your cunt. His intuition was correct, you were wearing a matching set. "I like these on you," he murmurs, running his fingers over the front. You whimper as he cups your pussy, bucking your hips to grind down on his hand. "You weren't kidding," he chuckles, feeling the spot that had formed, "you really are so fucking wet right now."

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, breathing in his scent as you duck your head, letting your lips meet his warm skin. His head falls back a little, groaning as you press your lips against his neck. They felt amazing against him and he desperately needed to feel them against his own. "Can I kiss you?" He nervously asked, framing your face in his hands, brushing his thumb softly against your bottom lip.

"Please," you whisper, closing your eyes as you feel his lips capture your own. A moan travels up your throat and down his and you rake your fingers through his hair as his tongue moves against yours. One of his hands travelled into your hair and pressed firmly onto the back of your head, holding you in place. He swallowed more of your moans as he slipped your panties to the side, teasing you with his fingers, before guiding the tip of his cock between your folds. "Please," you repeated, mumbling against his lips, "please, Christian, I need to feel you inside me."

"I love it when you say my name," he nips softly at your lower lip, "I want to hear you say it over and over again. I want to make you forget about every name you've ever said before you said mine." He lowers his gaze, sucks in a deep breath, and watches the tip of his cock being swallowed by the walls of your cunt. You were already so tight around him. "God, look at that," he groans, with a ragged breath, "it's like your pussy was made to take me."

Your head rolls back as you feel him stretch your walls, his cock thicker than anything you've ever taken before. Strangled whines leave your lips as his teeth graze, scrape, and scratch against your neck. He thrusts deeper and you let out a small cry.

"You feel that, princess?" He guides your head back down, pressing his forehead against yours, and stares deeply into your eyes. "That's my cock deep inside you," he whispers, watching your lips part and your body shudder against him, "that's my cock fucking you. Mine. Feels good, doesn't it?"

Short, sharp whimpers were spilling out of your mouth as he continued to massage your inner walls. And he would grunt and groan each time you fluttered and pulsated around him. You couldn't think. Or barely breathe. All you could was dig your nails into his biceps and whimper at anything he said.

"Where's that smart mouth gone?" He chuckles, reaching between your bodies to play with your clit. It was slick with your arousal and he had to fight the urge to bring his fingers to his mouth. He had barely gotten a taste and he was already addicted. "That's fine," he kisses the corner of your mouth, whispering, "I like you more like this: all fucked out and begging me to make you cum."

"'m close," you whimper, the pressure in your core building at an astronomical rate. Your pleasure was all-consuming, like a sickness taking over every particle in your body, and you would do anything to cum right now. He nods his head, feeling his own pleasure building at the base of his spine. His cock jerked inside you as you clenched around him, and he knew he probably wouldn't last much longer. "I want you to cum inside me," you tell him, titling your hips and crying out his name as the new angle makes him bury deeper inside.

His body jerks as you dig your heels into his back, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. "Fuck," he groans, resting his head against your shoulder, "don't say things like that, princess, if you don't really mean it."

"I mean it, Christian" you fire back, dragging your fingers between his shoulders, "I want you to inside me, fill me up, claim me as yours."

His eyes were practically black, darkened by desire. "Say that again."

"Claim me." You wrap your legs as tight as you can, swallowing a moan as you feel your clit now grinding against him. "Make me yours."

Christian responded by increasing the pressure and speed of his hips and you fell over the edge. You hung your head back as white spots blurred your vision, crying his name out into the empty kitchen, as your whole body clenched around him. He whispered something into your ear, but you were struggling to listen. You pulsated around his cock, which jerked and twitched, and he groaned into your shoulder, holding you tighter, as you felt the warmth of his seed spill into you.

"Fuck," he mumbles, lifting his head to look at you. He was trying to catch his breath, to try and say something else to you, but he was too light-headed to utter a single word. But you knew exactly what he was thinking from the softness in his eyes. You cupped his cheek and nodded your head. "Good," he mumbles, covering his lips with yours.

He pulls out of you with a sharp groan, that sassy smirk you secretly loved so much flashing on his face as his hand disappeared between your thighs. You were going to question him, but you were too busy gasping at the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you. A mixture of his cum and your arousal coats his fingers. "It's only fair that you get to taste me too," he says, watching with parted lips as you willingly take them into your mouth, sucking them both clean.

You grin around his fingers. "I can't wait to taste more of you."

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Don't Need No Butterflies When You Give Me the Whole Damn Zoo

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirty Roy being flirty

1.3k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

“Twenty-three, twenty-four,” you mumbled to yourself as wriggling students piled onto the bus, chattering and calling out to friends they wanted to sit with.

Once all twenty-four kids were onboard, you turned to the chaperones, avoiding a certain pair of brown eyes as you tried to remind yourself that you were working.

“You can all go ahead,” you announced. “Sit anywhere you like.”

The chaperones moved past you, murmuring thank yous as you waved them aboard. A couple mums, a grandmother, a dad, and one ridiculously handsome uncle. The last one stopped, raising his thick eyebrows at you and nodding towards the bus.

“Ladies first,” he insisted in that gorgeous voice, placing his hand on the small of your back.

Your knuckles were practically white as you gripped your clipboard, letting Roy Kent urge you to climb up the bus steps. Pretending that you weren’t blushing furiously, you confirmed numbers with the driver and took the window seat by the bus door. To your surprise, Roy nodded to the seat next to you.

“Think I could join you?” His thick eyebrows were knitted together . “Pheebs decided to sit with Kokoruda. Don’t want to look like a fucking loser, sitting alone.”

Your lack of hesitation was almost embarrassing. “Of course,” you squeaked, scooching closer to the window. “But if a kid gets carsick, I will have to bump you for them.”

His smile had your stomach doing flips. “Well, here’s hoping no one gets sick then.” He took the empty seat, letting his fingers brush against yours as he got comfortable.

The drive to the zoo was simultaneously the shortest and longest ride of your life. Roy quietly chatted with you, telling you how excited Pheobe was for the trip, how relieved he was to have a day away from Jamie Tartt; he was even thoughtful enough to ask you about the novel you’d mentioned during your lunch together, asking you if you’d made any progress in the thick book. It was almost… disappointing when you pulled up at the zoo and had to jump back into teacher mode.

Once you managed to get everyone inside the zoo, you made sure each child knew who their adult was and gave each chaperone their group list and a map of the zoo. You gave quick instructions about where to meet for lunch and dismissed groups to go enjoy their morning, doing your best to ignore the way Roy’s eyes lingered on you.

Before you could lead your group in the direction of the giraffe exhibit, Jack’s dad placed a firm hand on your shoulder.

“Should we get your number?” he asked, wearing that smirk you often saw during drop-offs. “In case we need to get in touch with you. Emergencies and such, you know.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw Roy clench his jaw as Phoebe tried to steer him towards the lions.

You shook your head quickly. “It’s fine. If you need me, just use the messaging app like normal. I’ll be checking it all day, I promise.” Your smile was tight as you took a step back, away from his hand that loitered a bit too long; Roy was still frozen in place, just staring at you.

Roy knew you didn’t like the attention from dads like Jack’s; even if you hadn’t explicitly told him, he’d figure that you weren’t the type of person to like their lingering gazes and overly friendly touches. You were too good, too kind, too sweet. But still, seeing the sharkish smile aimed at you had his chest feeling tight and his skin burning.

His chest tightened in a different way when you smiled at him before leading your group on its way. You might not like attention from students’ parents, but you seemed to be just fine with attention from smitten uncles. And for that, Roy was grateful.

It was an easy morning, leading your students from exhibit to exhibit. Just before lunch, your students insisted on a trip to the reptile house. Deciding that you had enough time, you let them wander through the dark hut, gasping and pointing at the snakes and lizards and other creepy crawlies.

Suddenly, as you leaned against a rocky wall and did your head count, you realized there was double the number you were expecting.

“Not a fan of snakes and lizards?”

Roy Kent appeared next to you, looking cooler than you felt as he leaned casually on that same wall.

You chuckled and folded your arms. “Snakes and lizards, yes. The tarantula in that corner over there, not so much.”

“Don’t worry,” Roy tutted quietly, loud enough for only you to hear. “I can protect you.” His hand found your lower back, his thumb brushing the spot where the back of your shirt rode up just a little to reveal a peek of bare skin.

Your breath hitched at his touch, prompting raised eyebrows from him. While his face was amused, his eyes were soft, assuring you that, if you asked, he’d stop touching you, he’d step back and put a respectable distance between you.

But you’d never ask that.

Instead, you smiled shyly up at him, thankful for the darkness that hid your furious blush. “Thanks, Coach,” was all you could manage.

“Anytime.”

The two of you stayed like that, watching the children explore the reptile exhibit with small smiles on your faces, neither of you knowing what to say next. Finally, the alarm on your phone went off, reminding you about lunch. Roy reluctantly let go of you, but walked close as your little groups scampered ahead to the picnic area.

“You’re fun to watch,” he murmured after you answered a student’s random question about why the sky is blue. “With the kids, I mean. Fucking natural.”

His praise had your blush returning. “Thanks.” Feeling bold, you nudged him gently. “But might want to watch the language around the kids, Coach.”

He laughed at your reprimand. “Sorry ’bout that.” He leaned in close, his gruff voice dripping with flirtation. “Don’t suppose that means I have a detention now?”

Every ounce of boldness melted away. “Oh, I, um…” You cleared your throat. “Better make sure everyone has their lunches, hmm?”

Roy watched you as you strolled from table to table, checking on your students and chaperones, the picture of amiability with your smiles. You were in jeans; he hadn’t seen you in jeans before. He liked you in jeans, he decided. Those jeans would probably look great with a Greyhounds kit. One with a number six on the back, perhaps.

The tips of his ears burned when you glanced over and caught him clearly staring. Your shy grin assured him that you didn’t mind; heck, you almost looked like you were enjoying his attention. After checking on the other groups, you finally made your way over to his table, beaming down at Phoebe and her classmates.

“Everyone’s good here?”

The kids showed off their sandwiches and chips and desserts, assuring you that they were set. After acting adequately impressed by their lunches, you nodded to Roy.

“And you, Coach? Got something to eat?”

Roy shrugged, sheepish grin on his face. “Was so busy making Phoebe’s lunch, I fucking forgot to make mine.” He laughed at the grimace on your face. “Effing forgot to make mine,” he corrected. “Sorry.”

By the time he finished apologizing, you’d already reached into your little backpack and pulled out your sandwich, already cut in half, and offered it to him. “Want some?”

“Thanks,” he huffed, taking half and pretending his heart didn’t skip a beat at your thoughtfulness. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he took a bite; how the fuck did you manage to make a simple ham and cheese sandwich taste so good?

You watched him eat, amused by the image of Roy Kent, football legend, infamous grouch, chomping on half a ham sandwich, with his little niece snug against him. He was a one-of-a-kind guy, different from anyone you’d ever dated. Heck, different from anyone you’d ever met.

As you smiled at each other across the picnic table, you couldn’t help but wonder: was Roy Kent ever going to ask you on a proper date?

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meganwritesfanfics · 1 year

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Hell I'm just a Kid Myself

Jamie Tartt x Reader

The reader finds out she is pregnant with Jamie's baby and she is terrified of what his response will be when he finds out.

I'm planning on making this a series so feel free to comment what you would like to see moving forward.

Check out Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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She stared at the test sitting on the counter, and it felt like she couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be happening right now. The plus sign was staring back at her clear as day. She was pregnant.

“Baby!” She heard a voice echo through the hallway. The familiar Mancurian accent of her boyfriend that usually brought a smile to her face filled her with dread. “I need to head to practice.”

“Hey Jamie, I’m not feeling well I will see you when you come home.”

“Do you want me to pick you up anything? Is it your lady time.” Jamie asked and a comment like that would have usually made Y/N roll her eyes and laugh but the reality of the situation at hand had her terrified.

“Um, yeah, if you could pick me up some chocolate that would be great.” She lied the thought of any food making her nauseous.

“I love you.” Jamie called and her heart broke.

They hadn’t been dating for even a year, there was no discussion of a future, and now they were faced with it whether they liked it or not.

As she heard the front door shut and the sound of his Ashton pulling out of the driveway, Y/N slid to the floor.

“What am I going to do?” She thought. Suddenly she realized there was only one person she needed to talk to, someone who would give her instant clarity. She crawled her way to the bedroom and grabbed her phone.

“I need you.” She texted before she curled up onto the bed.

It took what felt like ages but in reality was record time before she heard the doorbell ring. Before she even had the chance to get out a bed, the door bell rang again. Then by the time she made it out of the room he was pounding on the door.

“Y/N!” He screamed and she knew that if she didn’t hurry he would bust the door down.

“Jesus Christ,” She sighed as she through open the door.

“Where is the prick, what did he do?” Roy snapped his eyes wild.

“I’m pregnant.”

Roy’s jaw dropped. “Fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkk.”

Y/N broke and buried her face into Roy’s chest as she cried.

By the time she time Y/N finally calmed down her and Roy had made their way to the couch.

“What did he say when you told him?” Roy asked.

“I haven’t told him yet, I found out literally a half hour ago.”

“Fuckin’ hell!” Roy snapped. “You mean to tell me you told me before you told Jamie.”

“Yes I…” Y/N started.

“That is far too much pressure! Plus Jamie is going to kill me. Why haven’t you told him?”

“I don’t know how he is going to react. We haven’t talked about, I mean fuck Roy we haven’t even being dating that long, and he’s only 25. I’m only 27 I don’t and what about his career. I don’t want to ruin that I just…” Y/N panicked.

“Woah, hey, look at me.” Roy said as he grabbed her hand. “You cannot panic about something when you don’t even know what the outcome is going to be. Jamie is crazy about you.”

“And I’m crazy about him, but a baby Roy I don’t know what we are going to do.”

“It is something that you need to discuss with him, and if he does anything remotely prickish I will kill him.”

Y/N laughed. “You love him and you know it.”

Roy grunted causing Y/N to laugh even more.

Y/N gave Roy a large hug. “Thank you for being the best grumpy therapist a girl could as for.”

Roy cracked a smile. “Give Jaime a chance, I think he will surprise you.”

“I hope you are right.” Y/N sighed and she could feel the anxiety in her stomach growing.

Y/N knew that if she stayed at home and waited until Jamie got back that she was going to go absolutely insane, so instead, she made her way to Nelson Road Stadium.

Roy walked with her and he could see how badly she was shaking as they walked through the halls.

“Everything is going to be ok.” Roy tried his best to sooth.

“Yeah, of course.” Y/N replied but she wasn’t sure.

“Y/N!” The whole team cheered when she came into the locker room. Ever since she started dating Jamie she had become a regular at the Dog Track and all the guys loved her.

“Hi baby,” Jamie smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up swinging her around.

Her heart felt like it was breaking, she couldn’t help but feel that this could be the last moments she had with Jamie. So she held on tighter than she should.

“Are you ok?” He whispered.

“Can I talk to you, in private?” She whispered back.

She could feel Jamie tense up as he set her back down his eyes full of concern as he looked her up and down trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Ya’ um, this way.” He said as he grabbed her hand and walked her towards the boot room.

On her way out she caught Roy’s gaze and watched as he mouthed “Good luck.”

“Is something wrong or did you just want to see me,” Jamie smirked

“I love you Jamie, so much you know that right.”

Jamie’s face dropped. “What’s wrong, what did I do?” He asked and Y/N watched his jaw clench.

“Oh Jamie,” Y/N gasped as she grabbed his face in her hands. “Honey, you didn’t do anything, well actually you did, or rather we did, a lot.”

“I’m confused, are you breaking up with me or…”

“No God no, I… fuck.” Y/N said her eyes well up with tears.

“Baby, you are really starting to freak me out, what’s going on?”

“I’m… I’m pregnant.”

Jamie laughed. “Jesus, you really freaked me out Y/N I thought something was wrong.”

Y/N stared at Jamie tears streaming down her face.

His laughter faded and and she watched as reality hit in. “You’re preg… how?”

“Jamie, do I really need to explain that to you.”

“No that’s not what I mean I… you are pregnant.” He gaped.

Y/N nodded.

Jamie opened his mouth but no words came out, for the first time since she met him, Jamie Tartt was speechless.

“Please say something, I’m freaking out and I just need to know what you are thinking.” Y/N pleaded.

“I…” He started and Y/N could see the tears in his eyes. “I need to get back to practice.”

Then he pulled Y/N in for a long kiss before he turned and left.

“Wait Jamie!” She called. “Fuck!”

The room went silent for a while before she heard the sound of someone quietly moving.

“Hi Will,” She sighed.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt x reader #fanfiction #series

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magnoliasandarson · 2 months

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Voicemail + One Missed Message (combined)

Jason isn't really sure why he does it. Dickhead had never really been his biggest fan, and maybe they had kinda been getting along recently, but that didn't erase all the bad. But Bruce had taken Robin away from Dick, and now he had taken it away from him, so he calls.

Unsurprisingly, it goes to voicemail. Jason swipes a hand over his sweaty forehead, Ethiopia is a lot warmer than Gotham. The phone beeps, and he pauses for a second before saying, "Hey, Dickface,"

For some reason, he tears up, but he takes a shuddering breath and says, "I just wanted to let you know that B kicked me out, so you can go back to the Manor or whatever. No more replacement," he swallows down the old rage and sadness that claws its way up his throat, "Sorry. It's just- whatever. I found a lead on my birth mom. I'm gonna find her. She's a good person, you'd probably like her,"

He kicks some dirt, trying to find a way to say what he needed to say, "Anyway, I called because," there had to be dust in his eyes, "because I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I wasn't a good Robin, I should've never worn the stupid suit. You were good. You- uh- you made me wanna be good. Whatever- I'm not gonna be hanging around anymore bothering you, but I wanted to tell you- I wanted to say that you were a good brother- the best. I wish I was better. It doesn't matter," he scrubs the tears off his face, "see you around, Dickhead."

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FIFTEEN DAYS LATER

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Dick Grayson was going to vomit.

He had been off-world when the JL sent a message to him and the Titans; Robin had been murdered. Within the hour he was back on planet, back in Gotham. He expected to Jason to be waiting for him in the cave, laughing and saying, "Gotcha, Dickhead."

That doesn't happen. Alfred greets him, face solemn and voice wavering. Bruce hadn't wanted to call him, Jason had died two weeks ago. He was already in the ground.

Dick's feet are moving before he realizes where he is going. He's in front of a new grave in the Wayne family plot before he understands that this is real. He lands hard on his knees. The dirt is dark and cold and Jason must be so cold.

He reaches for his phone, he has to call Roy- Wally- someone. There is one new notification. He has a voicemail from fifteen days ago from Little Wing. He immediately retches into the damp grass beside the grave.

"Hey, Dickface." Huge, ugly, violent sobs rip open Dick's chest and throat- and he's gonna pass out- he can't listen- he can't stop listening, "I just wanted to let you know that B kicked me out, so you can go back to the Manor or whatever. No more replacement,"

His hands dig into the tilled earth that rests over his baby brother's corpse, "You were never a replacement," his voice is desperate, shuddering. His brother died thinking he was a replacement.

"Sorry. It's just- whatever. I found a lead on my birth mom. I'm gonna find her. She's a good person, you'd probably like her," what did he mean birthmother? Dick didn't really care- he was too busy hurling up the last of his stomach's contents because Jason was dead and he died thinking he was a replacement.

"Anyway, I called because- because I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I wasn't a good Robin, I should've never worn the stupid suit." Dick was seconds away from crawling into the grave with his brother.

There was snot dripping out of his nose and mingling with his tears on his chin, "Oh- Jay- Jay," he's not sure if he's even breathing, too busy pressing his hands down into the dirt, "fuck, you were the best Robin."

"You were good. You- uh- you made me wanna be good. Whatever- I'm not gonna be hanging around anymore bothering you, but I wanted to tell you- I wanted to say that you were a good brother- the best." Nothing about Dick felt like the best. Hunched over his brother's grave, mourning the brother he didn't know needed saving.

"I wish I was better. It doesn't matter, see you around, Dickhead."

Dick Grayson wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

#jason todd #dc universe #dc comics #batman #robin #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #titans #justice league #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #bat angst #sheila haywood

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iwritefandomimagines · 1 year

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WRONG DECISION — ROY KENT

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pairing: roy kent x footballer!reader

description: you’ve just finished negotiating a contract to sign for arsenal, and the first thing you do is excitedly go to tell your boyfriend. you forgot, however, to factor in how he’d react to your choice of club. [based on a request]

warnings: swearing, jokey argument, a lil fluffy too

author’s note: kinda short and sweet but i hope you enjoy regardless !!! this is the first roy fic on the blog so i hope it’s okay. x

“I have news!”

Roy raised his eyebrows silently, waiting for you to blurt out what it was that you were so excited to tell him, you’d not even said hello first.

“Go on then,” he urged, and something in his face told you he already knew what you were about to say.

You perched yourself on the edge of your shared couch, where he was sat leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“So you know my contract is coming to an end and I said I wasn’t going to renew given the terms they wanted me to agree to?” you bit your lip, and he tilted his head, “Right.”

You’d just made one of the biggest decisions of your life and signed for one of the biggest clubs in England, and yet here you were suddenly terrified to tell your boyfriend the news.

How had you not considered that your boyfriend was a Chelsea legend and you’ve just signed for fucking Arsenal?

Sure — you were positively ecstatic at the opportunity, but you knew he wasn’t going to be all too impressed even if he did want the best for you.

As far as Roy was concerned, Chelsea were the club you should’ve set your sights on.

“I’ve been trying to keep my discussions with clubs secret from you in case they fell through, but I’ve just signed for fuckin’ Arsenal!”

You watched him grit his teeth for a moment before he forced a smile that was nothing short of sarcastic, before he then managed to muster a smile that could have appeared genuine if you didn’t know him so well.

“You’re mad,” you folded your arms across your chest, a teasing smirk on your face as you tried not to giggle at his petty irritation.

“Mad? Me? I’m not mad,” he replied, gulping, “This is big news, I’m proud of you.”

You quirked your brow at him, “Might wanna tell that to your face, babe.”

You watched his face switch through a number of expressions in a matter of seconds as he overthought how he was appearing right now.

He looked down for a moment, “I am proud of you,” he paused for a moment before looking back up at you, “But Arsenal? Really?”

“You’re just pissed I didn’t sign for Chelsea,” you tutted, “They didn’t even want me!”

“They fuckin’ did,” he countered, “They told me they did! They said they were going to try and make you an offer!”

You laughed, shuffling a little closer to him and placing your hand on his arm as you watched the veins on his forehead begin to appear as you made another confession, “Yeah, okay you’re right. They did.”

“You what?”

“They made me an offer…”

Roy went to interject, but you weren’t going to let him do so before you finished.

“But Arsenal made a better one,” you shrugged, not mad at his reaction but just rather amused, “I love you, babe, but I’m not going to just sign for Chelsea to keep you happy, you grumpy old sod.”

“Fair enough.”

You were silent for a moment, watching him fight the urge to make a comment until he no longer could, “It’s turning my stomach just thinking about you having to wear that kit, you know.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t watch then!”

“Well I have to! I can’t not support my girlfriend, I’m not a total prick,” he grumbled, to which you quirked your brow, “I said not a total prick.”

“Then grow up and get over it, I guess. I’m a gunner now, baby! And you can’t stop it!” you singsonged as you walked away from him into your shared kitchen, hopping up on the counter and swinging your legs as you took a sip from a glass of water he’d left on the side.

He shot up to follow you, parting your knees so that he could stand between them and holding them still.

“I am really fucking proud of you, love,” he smiled, “Even if you have made the wrong decision here and picked the wrong club.”

You shoved his chest softly in jest, scoffing, “Shut up!”

“Alright, alright,” he conceded, lifting his hands in surrender before cupping your chin with them, “I’m proud you’ve signed a better contract, and I will get over seeing you in that godawful fucking kit.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, pressing a quick kiss to his nose and watching him roll his eyes as you did so, “Better. We’ll work on it.”

He didn’t say anything, kissing you now in such a way that made it clear he really was proud of you.

Roy knew how hard you worked and how much you loved football, and to see how well you were doing for yourself made him immensely proud.

Sure, he was less than impressed that he’d have to spend at least the next season or so in the home end at the Emirates stadium cheering you on.

But for you, he’d do anything, really.

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sorry this was quite short but i liked it as it was and didn’t want to add superfluous filler for the sake of it so kept it short and sweet <3 hope u enjoyed and thank you again for the request x

if you’d like to request anything, feel free — and in the meantime, here is my masterlist!

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beybaldes · 10 months

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if I showed up in the shape of a storm, would you recognise me?

summer sleepover masterlist

jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary : “memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day” requested by anon

an : jamiejamiejamiejamiejamie I love him ur honour

In the 6 months you’d been dating Jamie, you’d quickly come to learn a lot about him. While it had taken him the first 5 months to even get anywhere near close to opening up to you, now that he had, he couldn’t stop.

You knew that he loved blueberries but not when they were in muffins or pancakes, he loved croissants but demanded a hot chocolate too in order to eat one and even then, he would only have marshmallows in it if they were the little ones as the big ones ‘don’t melt properly,’ he would only eat eggs if they were scrambled and he had an absolute affinity for squirrels. You also knew that he absolutely hated thunder storms.

So when you’d opened the weather app and saw there was going to be one tonight, you’d already made up your mind that you were going to show up on his doorstep with his favourite take out and cuddle his worries away.

Your want to fulfil your plan increased tenfold, however, when Roy Kent called you up on your lunch break. If you’d had the time to question how he got your number, you would’ve done, but instead he relayed a quick and to the point message on what had happened to Jamie in the boot room. In the 6 months you’d been together you’d only seen him cry once and you’d sworn it was the worst thing you’d ever experienced; you didn’t realise you could feel so much hurt for another person until that moment.

When your shift thankfully came to an end, you went straight to Tesco, filling your basket with all of his favourite things and then headed straight to the Chinese down the road from his house, picking up the order you knew he got every single time.

However, when you made it to his doorstep, you were suddenly very nervous. What if he didn’t want you here? What if he just wanted to be left alone? What if he thought you’d gone way to overboard and thought you were crazy and broke up with you? Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Babe?” Jamie leant against the doorframe, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Thunder tonight.” You answered, not wanting to mention the phone call from Roy just yet incase it was still a sore topic. “I know you don’t like it. Have you eaten dinner yet?”

It was then Jamie took notice of the bags in your hands, taking the one filled with take out from you and taking you hand in his, closing his front door and leading you to his kitchen. Your heart ached at the lack of a smile on Jamie’s face.

As he plated up your food, you wrapped your arms around his waist, slowly sliding them under his shirt and up the front of his chest, your fingers running up and down as your hands found purchase against his stomach. “What’s on your mind baby, talk to me.”

Jamie’s hands cupped your own, his thumb running across the back of your fingers. He wanted to say that it was nothing; that he was fine and have the two of you move on with your evening. That was easier and less involved. That was also not who Jamie was anymore. “I’m worried about going up to city, seeing my dad.” You squeezed him as he spoke, silently reminding him that you were there and not going anywhere. He turned around in your hold. “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t focus or anything. It’s fucking shit and fucking stupid but I feel like I’ve lost my wings.”

“Jamie.” You cooed, a hand reaching up to cradle his face. He immediately leaned into your touch, his eyes tightly closed. “It’s not stupid at all. Don’t think that. Let me take care of you, yeah? We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Jamie nodded, letting you place a sweet kiss to his cheek and pull him by the hand into his living room. When you’d sat on the couch, food in your laps, you backed yourself into the corner, opening your legs and tapping the gap between them. Jamie hesitantly shuffled into the space, resting his head against your chest and settling into you when your fingers laced themselves through his hair.

“I’ll put on guardians of the galaxy 2 while we eat, yeah? Just relax for a bit, and then we can talk about what you’re feeling over some hot chocolate and croissants, if you’re feeling up to it.”

“Sounds good.” Jamie muttered, a forkful of chow mien in his mouth. “I like that movie, like it when baby groot dances, it’s dead cute.”

You pressed a kiss to Jamie’s head at the opening scene of the movie played, scratching your fingers against his scalp and hoping that it would be enough to wash his worries away. Little did you know, to Jamie, your surprise presence alone had eased his worry tenfold; he was falling ridiculously hard for you.

#beybaldes summer sleepover !!#jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt oneshot #ted lasso x reader

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fanficfanattic · 6 months

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Just watched the Wembley confrontation approximately 30 times so I could write down the exact dialogue. And to get more of the body language and gestures down. The scene lasts for precisely two minutes. (37:07-39:07)

James pokes his head into the room asking, “Are you decent?” Laughs as he crosses the doorway.

James walks past the security guard to enter the room, puts his thumb to his nose, before saying to the guard, “I told ya” and then to himself, “prick.” Laughs.

James is only a bit into the room before he says to the room, “Oh, gentlemen, gentlemen.” He throws his arms wide and mockingly groans before laughing again.

James is now fully into the center of the room and turns a bit to try and address all of the team. Says “Hey, it’s a tough one lads. It’s a tough one, but no shame to it.”

“Cause, you know, we only ever” pretends to tap his temple like he’s trying to remember something: “beat,” does a few feet bounces and fake little punches, “uh, everybody we play.” Laughs again.

James turns to Lasso who does the quickest fake Midwestern polite smile while Roy stands next to him stiff and angry. Will is looking over his shoulder, between the two coaches, stocking or taking out bottles from a mini fridge maybe?

“So you pups had no chance,” while once again spreading his arms. He finally looks right at Jamie and lets out a fake gasp before saying “Oh.” As though he is disappointed to see Jamie is actually standing there.

He points double finger guns at him while adding, “And there he is, my son.”

Says “My own flesh and blood” with mock grief in his voice. He stares at Jamie from half a room away, and bounces on his feet again.

“Poor Jamie, my son.”

He rocks his hips loose even as he brings his pointer finger to his nose. Does an exaggerated sniff. Then he goes back to addressing the room at large. Faces one way as he starts to talk.

“Now,” and he gestures with his right hand, then turns to take in the other side, “maybe I’m thinking his heart’s still in Manchester” and he gestures with both hands slightly towards his own chest “and that’s why he missed that sitter in the first half.” He points a finger into the air like he’s having a eureka moment.

Chuckles. Does another of his fake sympathetic groans.

“Oh ho ho.” And then lets out a little “Whew!”

Then starts tiny jogging towards Jamie while sing songing “You absolutely bottled* it.” He stops to throw his head back, arms wide, and then straightens up to slow walk closer. He laughs while saying, “You bottled it!”

Then he’s only a few steps away from Jamie and starts pantomiming some boxing moves. Ducks just a bit, has his hands in fists doing small jabs. “What were you thinking?”

Then he is right at Jamie and continues to do the small jabs, not hard, but landing like small pokes right against Jamie’s stomach. Jamie ever so slightly steps back. James pauses for half a second and then does an extra jab pushing Jamie another half step back.

James lets out a teasing “Ah ah ah.” Then “I’m only kidding, hey.” Before laughing again with a bit of a cough in the middle.

Ted does not look impressed and Roy has titled his head back a bit to squint at the man. Will is focusing on the mini fridge until James starts talking again. This time more quietly and just to Jamie.

“Hey, look, uhh…do us a favor…” and he comes back on screen as he moves his hand from his face, while sniffing, but like he’d just gestured Jamie closer or perhaps had gestured to his ear to indicate Jamie should listen to him. He continues “and get Denbo and Bug past security.”

James moves his right arm to indicate the stadium on the other side of the wall. “They wanna go on the pitch-” then he mimes raising a camera and clicking it. Jamie’s mouth turns down into a frown while his head gives the smallest shake. “-take a few snaps and all that, yeah?” Before licking his lips, letting out another sniff, and bouncing on his feet 2-3 times.

Jamie finally says something, which is to answer his dad with “I’d rather ‘em not.” He stares a hair over his father’s shoulder, not making eye contact with anyone.

James looks a bit to the side, not in embarrassment nor seemingly worried what people were thinking about his son turning his request down. More like he didn’t actually need to look at Jamie anymore.

“Yeah, they only want to look around.” And he looks back to Jamie again but it’s because he’s miming a guy jab with his left hand while saying “It’ll only take a second.” Then mimes punching him right in the jaw with a weird sound effect noise. “Doosh(?).”

James mouth drops open into a wide grin and chuckle.

Jamie repeats himself word for word, “I’d rather ‘em not.” But he is slightly louder this time and looks right at his father. He nods his head ever so slightly.

Offscreen James responds with, “What?” Then focuses on his face returning to mockery.

“What, you’re not gonna all go moody little bitch” while looking Jamie up and down, continuing, “just cause you got your arse served to you on a plate, are ya?”

Jamie is quieter again when he responds with “Don’t speak to me like that.” Jamie is back to not meeting his dad’s eye even as James starts bouncing on the balls of his feet again.

Then he pushes a little closer in to Jamie, face seemingly open to hearing what Jamie has to say, before going “ahuh?”

Jamie repeats himself word for word for the second time. “Don’t speak to me like that.”

James repeats his “Huh?” while pressing closer again, head tilted as though to hear him better. Jamie tries to repeat himself for a third time but his dad interrupts with his own third “huh?”

When Jamie finishes, his dad says “Huh?” a fourth time and then pulls back a minuscule amount to look Jamie in the eye.

James says to him “Okay, well,” and James lifts his right hand to flick up in the air. “-let’s see if you can hear this, hmm?”

Beard is shown in the background seething. James is still right in Jamie’s face, where he sniffs again, before leaning a bit closer as though to whisper.

“You know that ‘ickle tv show’ you made?” And makes broad gestured quotation marks even. “You just made it easier for Manchester City” He flicks the first finger of his left hand up like he’s about to count off things but instead uses it to point at Jamie while adding “to kick you to the curb!”

Then he leans back with a grin to continue mocking Jamie. He even adds a tongue waggle of his own.

“And look where you are now.” He laughs in his face. “Twaddling about with a bunch of…”

He spreads his arms wide and spins 180° to address the whole room. “…amateurs! No offense, no offense.”

No one responds to him, so he gives more of a belly laugh, and scratches the side of his nose with his right forefinger. Then turns around, leading with that finger pointing at Jamie. Who is not only not looking his father in the eye, he’s truly looking downwards for the first time.

Then he flattens his mouth and starts to turn away with his dad going “Huh?”

James grabs Jamie’s left bicep with his own left hand, to swing him back to face him yelling “Don’t turn your back on me” then pushing Jamie while finishing with “you pussy.”

Jamie pushes off from the foot he’d stepped back from his dad with to throw his punch.

James hits the floor, palms stopping his fall, with a groan. He pushes half up onto his hip and puts the back of his hand to his face.

Jamie’s face is in a pained grimace.

He pants out “Jesus god” while glaring venomously up at his son. Which must be when he notices that Jamie is wild eyed and terrified. The grimace is gone and instead he looks stunned.

James laughs before pushing himself up to standing, Jamie’s mouth parts while his dad is saying “Oh, yeah. Okay.”

Once standing, James says “You can have that one for free.” And gets one bounce in while readying his own fist.

Which is when Beard grabs him and says “Time to go.”

While being dragged towards the door, James is still trying to fight Jamie. “You wanna go, big time. Hey? Let’s have it, Jamie!”

Beard almost has him to the door when James screams “Don’t you forget where you came from!” Then Beard gives his “watch the door” warning while pushing James’ head against the door.

Edit 2: @kaph123 asked if James said “balled it” (what cc says and I originally posted despite some questions) or “bottled it” (a more common expression). I did a relisten and it sounded like balled BUT also like the accent might be in play. @itsjustpoopeh listened with better headphones and revealed there was a bit of a stutter which indicates its most likely Mancunian consonant dropping and should be bottled. I changed it above!

Edited to add the comfort we all needed at the reminder of our tender human hearts from @thetarttfuldickhead 🤣

#jamie tartt #james tartt sr #james loosens his hips to prepare to fight the same way jamie does to prepare to train #thanks i hate it #ted lasso #roy kent #coach beard #willis beard #will kitman #abuse of an adult child #child abuse #verbal abuse #self defense #trauma

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