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I very rarely think about storylines for royjamie after richmond (because it breaks my heart a little to think of anyone of the team leaving) but like it's possible that jamie would choose to stay with richmond his whole career, it's also possible that the people at richmond itself would push for him to play for *insert the name of whatever other european football team is considered the best* and he becomes a proper super star, being invited for fancy events and shit.
(In a made up world where Ted stayed in London) Roy and Jamie got together while at richmond and now Roy travels with him everywhere as his own personal coach / PA / secret boyfriend / man behind the camera of every instagram post / personal grumpy cat / number one fan / emotional support teddy bear / personal chef etc He loves being with him 24/7 and finds it fulfilling to still be involved with football and helping someone be the best they can be but without the added pressure of having to constantly step outside his comfort zone that he'd have experienced being a manager to a whole team (he's doing good with being vulnerable with Jamie, he can do it with one person that he loves and he is still going to therapy for himself to work through his own trauma/CEN/grief and is focusing on learning to be in his skin as a human being and not this fucked up idea of masculinity he's got in his head)
And Roy has a private instagram account under a random username where he follows and is followed only by the richmond team/coaches/Rebecca/Higgins + Keely + Georgie & Simon + his sister and he only uses it to post pictures of food, nature, weird shit he finds in the cities they visit, and his fit boyfriend. Since it's friends only he does use captions ("the muppet had a late night last night" with a picture of Jamie asleep on the floor) and all the himbos love to comment, especially Dani's "Sexy muchachos #JOY" under every single picture.
"night out post Milan fashion week with the muppet and some lovely faces i have missed"
"one handsome dressed-up muppet in Paris"
"Elopement fit check #MyMuppet" (which sends everyone in a melt down)
Here's some pics of Roy that Jamie posts instead (in his photo dumps to be sneaky but there's really a lot of roy on his profile - also they 100% got a puppy!!). Also think the proper first post containing only Roy that Jamie would post would be after they elope and it would melt down the internet (the in-universe royjamie rpf-ers especially)
(the last one is such a slutty roy pic *cough cough*)
"Roy Kent always remains 💙🪢"
(somebody feel free to make an actual ig posts edit of this with better pics/captions if you fancy I will do nothing but cry and thank you forever because I have no skills but I cannot stop thinking about these muppets getting married!!)
#I chose that outfit for jamie for them eloping because i fucking love it!!!#everyone would be fucking furious#but they'll have a proper wedding later#also very aware that this wouldn't happen because roy would never live so far from his sister and phoebe#but one can imagine most of the travelling happening off season maybe? or him travelling back and forth#maybe the muppet plays for a team not too far from London? (Paris?)#and they still have their London home and get back as much as they can because that's their forever home and they miss all their friends/fa#*family#royjamie#roy x jamie#jamieroy#jamie x roy#I need Brett to do more photoshoots cause I was really struggling to find a good fancy suit pic of him with no other people/background
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I really hope to see Liko interacting with Hassel. She seems to like drawing and stuff like that, Hassel is an art teacher, so I think it would be very interesting to see the two interact and see Liko attending his classes. Also, Hassel gives two or three classes on Tera Jewels in the games, and since Liko, Roy and Dot are going to Academia Naranja precisely to train terastalization, it makes sense in my head for them attend at least one of his classes.
I also think it would be interesting to see Jaqc and the history teacher I forgot the name of interacting with Dot and Roy respectively. Jaqc created the pokedex app, and Dot created the RVT one, so I think it would be cool to see them interact and talk about it. Roy has an old Poké Ball that would definitely interest the history teacher, so it makes sense in my head for us to have at least one scene with her.
#pokemon horizons#liko pokemon#amethio#roy#roy pokemon#dot#dot pokemon#arc 3#hassel pokemon#jaqc pokemon#pokemon scarlet and violet#also I really want Liko to cath a Charcadet#a female one#and then when Amethio's Ceruledge find out about it he is going to adopt her like his little sister#the Charcadet not Liko#i imagine Amethio and Ceruledge having a soft spot for Charcadets#or baby pokemon in general#maybe he is spending to much time with Conia#i would like to se Amwthio interacting whift Mela#she is friends with a Charcadet named Charlos in the games#i think she would earn Amethios respect
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every bat kid is cursed with the plague that is their friends think that their siblings are unbelievably attractive (mainly because everyone in the wayne family could be models if they really wanted to) even if it’s just baseless attraction with no intention to pursue
roy: so your brother, he’s pretty cute isn’t he?
dick: you are so much older than him roy, you have a kid! and why would i agree with you!?
roy: but—
dick: go near him and i will break the golden rule
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kori: so, how has dick been lately —
jason: kori, for my well being and mental state i do not wanna imagine one of my best friends with my brother, just give him a phone call - i can’t with the swooning this early in the morning
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kon: damn, i mean i know he tried to kill you… but your brother is real metal y’know what i mean?
tim: what are you yapping about?!
kon: i wanna fuck your brother tim, jeez you’re dense
tim: jason? the.. REDHOOD? YOU WANNA- NO!!!!??
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jon: damian, ever notice how dick and tim —
damian: finish that sentence and i will maim you
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steph: cass is hot
duke: no…
steph: what? you’re saying she’s not??
duke: dude, she’s my sister, be so fr
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this also applicable to bruce wayne, because why wouldn’t it ??
clark: your dad—
cass pulling out bright green knife from out of nowhere: no.
#dc#cass is a daddy’s girl#bruce was born to be a girls dad - sorry#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#bruce wayne#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#duke thomas#roy harper#koriand'r
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Okay hear me out...what about Batsis and Roy chilling in her apartment and some of her siblings stop by unexpected (and they don’t know they’re together) so he has to hide in her closet or under her bed or smth😭
I love roy and batsis. there just so cute together! it's a bit scandalous at the beginning but otherwise pretty fluffy
Straddling her boyfriend's lap as the two of them made out was one of the few times that Y/N found true peace. His soft lips moved against hers as his hands squeezed her hips. Eventually, her hips would find a rhythm as she ground against the bulge in his pants. She lifted her shirt over her head to reveal the lace set she was wearing underneath her clothing. The burgundy set complimented her brown skin.
"Damn Y/N," Roy said as his fingers began to trace the outline of bra cups. He kissed the valley between her breasts and she gasped.
"I bought it just for you," She admitted a bit flustered. Roy was the only person who could break her of her confident demeanor. She could be vulnerable with him and he liked being that person for her. Unfortunately, the moment was ruined by a knock on the door.
"Were you expecting anyone?" He asked her while scrunching his eyebrows.
"No, they'll probably go away. Where were we?" Y/N said leaning in to kiss him again. Her hand was wrapped around the back of his neck to pull him closer to her. Roy's face had a slight pink flush as his tongue entered her mouth. He unhooked her bra from behind and his hands began to pinch and twinge her nipples.
"Y/N, it's Dick and Jason," The other side of her door shouted with a few more knocks. The couple froze, staring at each other. They had not told anyone about their relationship yet, especially her brothers who happened to be his best friend.
"Shit," She spoke looking for a top to put on. She grabbed what happened to be Roy's hoodie.
"Why is it both of them?" Roy asked standing up and gathering his boots. His attempt of trying to leave no evidence behind was going okay. He was also trying to ignore the raging boner in his pants.
"I don't know. Hide in the closet," Y/N practically pushed her boyfriend into the closet of her living room. She gave Roy a small peck before shutting the door. He stood as still as possible not to raise any alarm to her brothers just outside of her apartment.
"Hey, what're you guys doing here?" Y/N asked, trying to pretend that nothing was going on.
"Just visiting. Have I seen that hoodie before?" Jason wondered aloud. He couldn't quite place where he had seen that apartment before. He just knew it seemed a little too familiar.
"Yeah, 'cause it's mine," Y/N played it off as best she could. Roy almost snorted hearing this interaction. He was doing his best not to bring awareness to himself. He could only imagine how that would turn out.
"Are you gonna let us in?" Dick asked after noticing how they were still standing in her apartment's doorway.
"Still thinking about it," She muttered as she let her brothers in.
"I always forget you have the nicest apartment," Dick took notice of the view of her highrise apartment. Y/N's work as a model, actress, and philanthropist paid well.
"Maybe we should've been socialites instead of vigilantes," Jason joked as he looked at one of her paintings.
"Sucks to suck," Y/N tried to discreetly slide her bra under the couch. Luckily, her brothers were a bit dense. They were almost on their way out when they heard something from the closet. It resembled a sneeze.
"What was that?" Jason asked, pointing to the closet in question.
"What was what?" Y/N asked, standing in front of the closet. She wasn't sure if that move made it more or less suspicious.
"That," Jason lightly pushed his sister out of the way and opened the door. Roy stood shirtless in the closet waving at his two closest friends.
"Roy?" Both Jason and Dick exclaimed. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. Jason could finally remember where he had seen the hoodie. It was Roy's and he wore it frequently.
"Jason, Dick. Hey," Roy said stepping out of the closet carefully. He was nervous and there was a bit of sweat falling from his forehead.
"Are you- The two of y-" Dick stumbled over sentences as he looked between his sister and one of his best friends. He couldn't believe what was going on.
"Y'all are fucking?" Jason said with wide eyes.
"I wouldn't put it as crude as-" Y/N tried to come up with words and gestured with her hands but she was drawing blanks. The two of them were more than fucking and certainly were in a relationship.
"Roy, you have a five minute headstart before I call in the others," Jason threatened. Roy would never admit it but Damian scares him a lot more than he is comfortable with Y/N knowing.
"Love you, babe," He kissed her cheek before exiting the apartment. Considering that they were in Gotham, he had little chance of escaping before incurring the wrath of one of her siblings. Although, it was nice that he thought he had a chance.
"Love you too," She said even though he was not there anymore. She wished him luck, if not more.
"Wait, 'love'!" Dick yelled, finally able to put his words together.
#x black!reader#black!reader#x black reader#black reader#black!batsis#jason todd#roy harper x reader#roy harper x batsis#roy harper x spoiled!batsis#roy harper x black!reader#x black!batsis
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It only just occurred to me. But Jamie knew the cursing rule without us seeing it established during Uncle’s Day. So now I’m imagining how that exchange went.
I could see Roy’s sister initiating the call. Explaining who she is but that Phoebe can explain it best. And then that proper little dweeb gets on to explain Uncle’s Day; that they have tea and then themed presents* and it ends in a two-person play.
But then also about the fine system, that they don’t offer milk with their tea because of Uncle Roy being lactose intolerant. Like she gets to talk to someone N E W who also loves her Uncle Roy. She gets over/excited and just info dumps about her uncle.
And of course Jamie is charmed. He’s an excited about things info dumper too. And a Roy Kent stan. And a just-some-bloke-named-roy fan too.
So he puts some change in his pocket and shows up for Phoebe. It being about Roy is just icing on the cake.
* “This year we’re making shirts!”
Jamie *pen leaking ink into his mouth thinking “does it count if I come up with the idea but someone else does the actual work?”
Phoebe *tapping her capped pen against her Uncle’s Day 2023 plan* “I suppose so…”
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hiii request for jamie tartt here🫡 i loved ur recent fic sm!!! could you maybe do the acacia flower or sunflower prompt? in my head i see hiding their relationship bc reader is a teammates sibling, but oopsie someone got heart eyes and started rambling haha
or literally anything else is fine too if this doesn’t strike your fancy lol<3 tysm!!!
hello!! i loved this so much, u are a gem for requesting it <3
acacia: a hidden relationship + sunflower: drunken rambling about their adoration, jamie tartt x kent!reader (no physical descriptors so imagine whatever sibling type u want!), 2k
“Are you sure we can’t tell him about us?” Jamie’s voice from where he was fixing his hair in the mirror pulled you away from your book and you glanced over at him.
This was a question he posed to you all the time, and every single time, your answer was the same—though getting more creative with the details with every occurance.
“Do you want my brother to gouge your eyeballs out? Cut off your dick? Possibly murder you?”
Jamie paled, freezing in place. “Not particularly.”
“Then no, we can’t tell Roy we’re seeing each other.” You picked up your book again, ready to resume your reading, but Jamie let out a noise resembling that of a kicked puppy’s whine. His shoulders slumped and he trudged over to you, throwing himself down on the bed in front of your crossed legs.
Setting your book aside for good this time, you watched him make himself comfortable with his head in your lap, cheek pressed against your thigh as he looked up at you with the puppy dog eyes to match his previous whine.
“I hate all the secrets. I have to lie to him, straight to his scary face, every fuckin’ day. D’you know how stressful that is? How stressed I am?” He huffed. You bumped your knuckles against his chin affectionately.
It wasn’t fair, Jamie having to face Roy and lie everyday when you had to do it a tad less often, but it was a necessary evil. One day, you’d tell your brother, but first you had to figure out how.
This, among other reasons, were the downsides to being in a secret relationship with Jamie. There were tons of upsides too, no doubt about it.
You had the privilege of seeing a softer, sweeter side of him that was reserved only for you, but you couldn’t go out in public with him. Nights in were your favorite dates, but sometimes you wanted to go to a fancy restaurant and eat expensive food and share a dessert with your boyfriend without needing to worry about the tabloids having a field day of it all.
You could already see the headlines if the press ever caught wind of your relationship—AFC Ricmond Star Jamie Tartt Bags Manager Roy Kent’s Sister. They’d stir shit up, claim that Jamie was only with you because your brother was in a position of power over him and who knows what else.
Most of all, you certainly couldn’t let Roy find out you were seeing one of his players, especially not Jamie fucking Tartt. They were friends now, but he’d always been overly protective of his sisters ever since you were all kids. He’d throw a fit and probably kill Jamie, then you. Well, he probably wouldn’t go that far, but you’d definitely be on his bad side until he got over himself. And you loved your brother to death, but he was a dickhead sometimes.
“I’m gonna get early wrinkles, love. You don’t want me to have those, do ya?”
“I think you’d look adorable with wrinkles. Like a cute little old man.” You dotted a kiss to his forehead, attempting to smooth out the crinkle between his eyebrows with your thumb.
“That’s not funny.”
“It’s a bit funny.”
“Right, since you obviously don’t appreciate my problems, I’m off.” Jamie heaved himself off the bed, forcing out a rather overexaggerated sigh. You smiled innocently at him and he rolled his eyes, his own soft smile still on his face. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips before heading for the door. “Dunno when I’ll be back but don’t wait up for me, yeah?”
“Have fun, my love. I’ll just be here, thinking about you with wrinkles.”
“Still not funny!”
The Greyhounds were out in full swing tonight. Colin had somehow managed to book an entire pub for a whole night so they could drink and have a good time without being swarmed by the press vying for any morsel of gossip about one of the best up and coming Premier League clubs. Good friends, good food, even better beer—what more could anyone ask for?
Jamie had been taking full advantage of it. That, paired with the fact that he no longer had to follow that god awful diet that deprived him of his beloved ice cold beverage, had led him to where he was right now, leaning heavily against the bar, drunk off his ass due to some sort of drinking game Jan Maas had insisted on teaching him.
See, tipsy Jamie was fun. Very generous, would offer to buy a round or two, good for a few funny stories the next day. Absolutely pissed Jamie was a textbook oversharer. He didn’t make much sense, so everyone just mumbled a ‘very cool, mate!’ or something of the sort, made sure he didn’t topple over—those kinds of things.
Roy was nursing his own beer next to Jamie tonight, half-listening in contained amusement as the Mancunian babbled on and on about someone. Who the fuck it was, Roy had no idea, but it was good entertainment and had soon garnered the attention of the rest of the team. Maybe this could be another one of those funny stories they could joke about in the locker room tomorrow.
“She don’t look anythin’ like you, thank god. Imagine—imagine that! A lady Roy. Shit’s mad!” Jamie mused, amber beer spilling over the lip of the pint. “Nah, she’s the prettiest and the funniest and the coolest person ever and I love her.”
“Who the fuck are you talkin ‘bout, bruv?” Isaac asked incredulously, looking just as amused as everyone else.
“Mate, I’m talkin’ ‘bout me girlfriend,” Jamie said very as-a-matter-of-factly, like they should’ve known that. “Duh.”
“You’ve got a girlfriend? Since fucking when?”
Jamie counted off on his fingers, scrunching his nose in thought. “Erm…four, five months? Maybe six?” He shook his head quickly, correcting himself. “No, not six. Would’ve done something special for six, wouldn’t I?”
“First I’m hearing of it. How ‘bout you boys, did you know Jamie had a girlfriend?” Isaac asked, looking around. A chorus of ‘no’s and similar answers sounded amongst the others. Jamie’s brow furrowed. “It’s settled then. Who’s got the heart of the great Jamie Tartt?”
“Good rhyme, boyo!” Colin chimed in, clapping his best friend on the back.
Isaac looked proud of himself. “Whoa. I’m a fucking poet and I didn’t even know it.” He accepted another few praises before turning his attention back to Jamie, who looked like he was thinking really long and hard about something. “Okay, back to you. Tell us about her.”
“I don’t even know where t’start, man,” Jamie sighed happily, resting his chin in his palm. “She’s kind and warm and—and she knows me better than anyone. It’s like…it’s like she’s an angel.”
It was kind of weird, hearing Jamie be so open about his feelings for another person. He’d always been one to play things close to the vest, so that’s how they knew things with this secret girlfriend had to be serious.
Sam beamed, happy as ever that his friend had found someone special. “Surely the angel from above has a name? Maybe one of us knows her?”
“Y/N.”
The room fell silent. Everyone turned to look at Roy, who looked like he was about to start punching dicks.
“Y/N, like…Roy’s sister, that Y/N?” Sam replied hesitantly, drawing pointed looks from every single one of his teammates. “I’m just confirming! There are other people named Y/N in London, you know.”
Jamie pointed in his teammate’s general direction, nodding aimlessly. “Yep, her. That’s my girl.”
Roy stood from his seat without a word, grabbing Jamie under the arm and dragging him towards the door.
“Hey man, what the fuck are you—”
“Just fucking shut up, will you?”
“Okay.”
You were about to call it quits on finishing your book and turn in for the night when the doorbell rang. When you went to open it, you definitely weren’t expecting to see your brother standing on your doorstep, practically carrying your half asleep boyfriend and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“Your prick boyfriend got proper pissed. Where do I put him?”
So Roy knew. And judging by the way Jamie was swaying on his feet, you guessed that he’d been the one to let the cat out of the bag.
“Erm, couch is fine. I’ll get him settled later.” You opened the door a little wider to let them in and Roy grunted his acknowledgement, hauling Jamie over to the couch and promptly dumping him onto the cushions.
Jamie didn’t even flinch when his face hit the pillows, instead just letting out a dreamy sort of sigh and smacking his lips together without even opening his eyes. You were the one to roll him over onto his side, nudging the dustbin right near his head before covering him with a blanket.
“How much did he drink?” You asked, smoothing the walnut mist strands away from his eyes.
“Too fucking much, that’s how much.” Roy grumbled. He wandered over towards a different area of your flat, not wanting to wake Jamie. “Jan Maas taught him a Dutch drinking game, except that fucker can actually hold his alcohol.”
You cast a fond glance back at your boyfriend, smiling softly at his peaceful face. “Yeah, this one can’t really drink much anymore. Said it’s because of your training regimen, the no beer thing.”
“Of fucking course you’d know.”
“I assume Jamie told you about us.” You said quietly, picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of your jumper instead of looking at Roy. Another vague low noise of acknowledgement from him, though it sounded a bit more strained this time. “If it helps you come to terms, Jamie’s been wanting to tell you for ages. I was the one who wanted to keep it under wraps.”
“Why?”
You let out a humorless chuckle, shaking your head. “‘Cause I knew what you’d think. Knew what you’d have to say about it.”
“Are you a mindreader?”
“No.”
“Then how would you know what I’d think?”
“Oh come on, Roy, you don’t think I know how you are? You get…dickish. I still remember you scaring off poor Billy Montgomery in year nine!”
“Billy Montgomery was a fucking wanker, that’s why.”
“Yeah, I know that now,” You huffed, scowling. Roy raised an expectant brow at you. “You’ve always been outspoken about the people I date. I just—I didn’t want you to be that way with Jamie. I know you’ve had your differences, and I know you’ve made up, but…I dunno, I was just worried about what you’d think of us.”
“Do you love him?” Roy asked stiffly. There was a tic going in the hard line of his jaw when he forced his gaze to yours, and it almost looked like he was in the middle of shitting a brick. If you hadn’t been so nervous about his reaction, you probably would’ve laughed.
“I do. A lot, actually. He’s…everything I could’ve asked for. Everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.”
“Then it shouldn’t fucking matter what I think.” Roy said. “Jamie makes you happy, and that is the only thing that matters.”
To say you were taken aback was an understatement. You’d been so worried about how you thought your brother was going to react to the news, you never stopped to consider that maybe Jamie wasn’t the only person who’d been working to change for the better.
“Thank you, Roy.”
Caught up in your heartfelt sibling talk, neither of you had noticed Jamie had woken up and stumbled over to the two of you until he gathered the two of you into a rather squished hug.
“My two favorite people, the Kent siblings! You guys are the best!” He slurred, nuzzling into the embrace. Roy let out a growl, but he patted Jamie’s back stiffly nonetheless. You had to stifle another laugh at how utterly uncomfortable he looked right now. “Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna throw up—”
“That’s it, I’m fucking leaving.” Roy shoved Jamie away from him, wiping his hands off on the front of his jacket and heading for the front door. “Make sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit and tell him he’s still got training tomorrow, I don’t care how shitty he feels!”
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Little Mic Interviews
Fandom: Ted Lasso
Pairing: Roy Kent x GN!Reader
Summary: You bring Roy's niece on for a social media campaign that you're sure everyone will love. Based off my imagine here.
You meet Roy in his office for lunch and you're practically bouncing off the walls.
He raises a brow at you in confusion, "What's got you all giddy?"
You giggle and move to sit on Roy's lap, "I proposed a social media campaign to Keeley and Rebecca and they loved it!"
"That's...good?"
You nod, "Yes, very good! The next thing I need to do is talk to your sister."
Roy looks at you even more confused, "My sister? Why?"
You're grinning, "I want Phoebe to work with me on this so, obviously, I need your sister's permission."
Your boyfriend's eyes squint at you in suspicion, "Should I be concerned?"
"Nope! It'll be fine. Fun even! I think the guys will enjoy it. So I'll chat with Phoebs and your sister later tonight. Hopefully, they'll both say yes."
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The next weekend, Roy brings Phoebe to work. When they enter your office, you and Phoebe squeal, running into each other's arms.
"Fuckin' weirdos," Roy grumbles, but with a smile on his face.
You snicker, "Hi, lovey," you peck Roy's lips, and then proceed to push him towards the door, "And out you go because us girls need to get ready!"
Once Roy is out the door, he turns back around, "I'll see you at lunch though, yeah?"
"Of course," you peck his lips again, "Love you. See you in bit."
"Love you," he murmurs and looks over your shoulder, "You behave, got it?"
Phoebe smiles up at her uncle, "I will, Uncle Roy!"
"Good," he says with a nod and leaves you two be.
You clap your hands together and bring Phoebe to the other side of your desk, "Alright, Phoebs, let's brainstorm on the types of questions you'll ask the boys!"
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You and Phoebe walk out to the pitch an hour later with your work phone, a clipboard, a tripod, and a few bluetooth mini mics for Phoebe and the lads to use.
You nod to Beard and Nate, "Afternoon!"
Beard tips his hat, "Y/N."
Nate waves, "Hi, Y/N. Hi, Phoebe. Whatcha got there?"
"We're going to interview the guys!" Phoebe replies excitingly.
"Yup. Phoebs, came up with all sorts of questions for them so this is going to be veeeeery interesting." You look at your clipboard, "Alright, so we'll have the team captain up first." You look at Phoebe, "Mind grabbing Isaac for us, love?"
"Okay!" the young girl immediately rushes to the pitch towards her Uncle Roy. You watch as Roy looks down at her and they have a short conversation until Roy yells out, "ISAAC! YOU'RE UP FIRST!"
Isaac's head shoots up and starts lightly jogging to Phoebe. He's escorted by the young girl to where you've set up your phone and tripod.
"Hi, Isaac," you smile at the team captain."
"'Sup. Roy said you're interviewin' us for the socials, yeah?"
"Yup! And Phoebe will be conducting the interview. I'm just behind the camera and will butt in if needed," you go over to hand him and Phoebe a tiny mic that's already connected to your phone.
"Okay, Phoebs, whenever you're ready!" you give her a thumbs up and press record.
Phoebe immediately looks up to the team captain, "Isaac, why do you look grumpy all the time?" You over your mouth to keep you from laughing.
Isaac looks confused, "I don't look grumpy. I thought that was Roy's thing."
"You and my Uncle Roy both look grumpy a lot. Are you a grumpy person?"
"...no, this is just my face?"
Phoebe shrugs, "Okay! What do you prefer: unicorns or faeries?"
"Hm..." Isaac pauses to really think about it, "Unicorns are cool. I could probably ride one, yeah?"
"Good answer," Phoebe nods in approval. She then looks to you and gives a thumbs up, "I think we're good, Y/N!"
You chuckle, "Alright, Phoebs." You stop the recording and nod at Isaac, "Thanks, Isaac!"
"Sick," he says and jogs back to wear the rest of the guys are practicing.
"Alright, love, can you grab Dani for me?"
"Okay!" Phoebe runs off to grab the footballer and it continues to go that way as each interview comes and goes. Her questions were always very random:
"What do you use for your hair?"
"What are your thoughts on the new Disney movie?"
"How important do you think math is in football?"
The second to last interview: Jamie.
"How's it, Phoebs?" Jamie gives her a fist bump and she's beaming.
"Great! Okay, my question for you is: can you come to my birthday party? My friends don't believe that you and Uncle Roy are best friends. Also because my classmate Joanna doesn't believe that I know you and I want to wave it in her face that I do!"
Jamie chuckles, "'Course I'll come to your birthday party. Your my best friend's niece after all," he gives her a wink and they high five.
You snort as Jamie walks off and Roy comes forward, "Alright, you finished?"
"Actually, you're the last one we need to interview," you say with a smile.
"Me? Why the fuck would you want to interview me?"
You playfully roll your eyes at your boyfriend, "Phoebe wants to interview you. So go on, be a good uncle."
He frowns and walks over to Phoebe in front of your phone. He grimaces at the tiny mic she hands to him, "Why the fuck is this so small?"
You chuckle and shake your head, "Just get on with it!"
Phoebe smiles up at her uncle, "Hi Uncle Roy!"
"Hi."
"So my question for you is: when are you and Y/N getting married?"
Roy whips his head to you and you're laughing, "I swear I didn't tell her to ask that! Phoebe, ask him a different question!"
He shakes his head, "No, no. I'll answer it, but you can't hear."
Roy bends down and whispers his answer in Phoebe's ear. You and Roy have been together for quite some time and you love each other very much. You've talked about marriage in the past a few times, but you still weren't sure that's what Roy wanted, at least with you. But fuck did you want to marry him.
Phoebe is giggling and Roy is smirking as he straightens, "Alright, anymore questions?"
"Yes, can we get ice cream after this?"
You snort, "Of course, Phoebs, since you did an amazing job."
"Yes!"
You quickly clean up and the three of you head to your office to drop of your things and then you head to the ice cream shop.
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The following weeks, you start to post the interviews on the AFC Richmond socials. They're a hit, earning thousands of views and likes. But the one that really got people going was Roy's interview.
"Why'd you post that? Didn't seem very entertaining or anythin'." Roy says as you show him the post.
"I beg to differ, babe. Look at the comments! Everyone loves how you are with Phoebe."
"Now people won't take me all seriously."
"Highly doubt that. Those brows of fury will set them straight," you run your finger along one of his brows.
He snorts and pulls you closer, "You wanna know my answer to Phoebe's question though?"
You shake your head, "Nah."
He cocks a brow, "You sure?"
"I'm sure," you cuddle closer to him, resting your head against his chest.
The weight in Roy's pocket feels heavy now, but it will definitely lighten up soon.
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Hi!! I hope you’re well !! Thank you so much for keeping the Jaimie Tartt community well fed like I will forever be in your debt you’re amazing‼️‼️ My humble request is in honor of SNTV:) My favorite songs are Enchanted and Sparks Fly so maybe a complicated angsty start up to a fluffy love confession (like they just haven’t gotten the timing right until now or they were friends and then something happens to her). IDK anyway sorry for the word vomit and thank you bunches for all your hard work!!
I loved this request!! Also sorry, all my fics seem to be ending the same way this days😬 But we keep getting to the ending in new and exciting ways so hopefully no one cares! Enjoy!
wonderstruck
You knew the moment you met Keeley Jones that your friendship was going to be a wild ride. You were still in uni, and had picked up a one-off job as one extra on a commercial shoot. The pay wasn’t bad (hey, it was extra money) and you were willing to sacrifice a Saturday for it. Keeley was one of the frontrunners for the commercial, all big hair and wild makeup. You had bumped into her by chance at the food table, started talking, and the rest was history. One random job turned into a solid four years of friendship. It was a funny dynamic between you and Keeley, because she was both older sister and antagonizer. She liked to pull you out of your comfort zone, taking you to clubs, parties, events, whatever as her plus one. Well, until she started dating a prick footballer named Jamie Tartt.
You didn’t meet him while they were together. You’d already known Keeley for two and a half years at that point, and understood she had shit taste in men. You weren’t afraid to tell her that to her face and she’d just laugh and say, “I know babes, but it’s right fun, innit?”
You’d laugh and shake your head, then go back to carefully painting her nails in the brightest, sparkliest colors imaginable.
Keeley was really, really good for you.
She called you the night she broke up with Jamie, and you came over to her house with a giant bottle of champagne only to find her and another woman, a Rebecca Welton, already proper tipsy and giggling on the floor. They were still dolled up from that night’s benefit while you were in pajamas, but you didn’t let that stop you. You downed half a bottle while Keeley and Rebecca cheered. You were glad Keeley had dumped that awful, cheating, self-absorbed prick. She deserved so much better.
You were glad when she started dating Roy Kent. He was a lot more down-to-earth than she was, and they were a good balance for each other. You wondered if Keeley gravitated toward those of a more serious nature in the same way you were drawn to those who were more spontaneous.
Post-uni, you had started your own business. It was kind of a random venture, something you had begun for a friend, but then it took off. You made the most outrageous, eccentric day-to-day dresses, taking a simple pattern then transforming it with wild patterns, tulle, and the occasional sparkle. Keeley, angel that she was, modeled some of them and put them on her instagram. And just like that, you were selling out.
It was absolutely insane, but you were able to spend the week making two dresses and then turn over a nice profit. You felt like you were overcharging but Keeley said, “Babe, if you’re selling out, you might be undercharging.”
All that to say, life with Keeley Jones as your friend was absolutely magical. You’d do anything for her. Including going to a fucking benefit as her plus one.
—
“Why can’t you just take Roy?”
“Roy’s already got his own invite. He’s a coach, so he has to be there even though he’s going to fucking hate it.” Keeley laughs. She thinks Roy’s grumpiness is endearing.
“Alright, why’d you get a plus one then? It doesn’t make sense, Keels,” you counter.
Keeley refuses to meet your eyes. “It’s entirely possible that Rebecca gave me one so that you’d come.”
“Keeleyyy,” you groan.
She shoves your shoulder playfully. “She knew if she sent you a direct invite you wouldn’t go, and she said she’d let us meet up at her house to get ready together! C’mon babes, it’s going to be so much fun and we’ll look sooo fucking fit walking the red carpet together, yeah?”
She gives you her widest puppy-dog eyes, lower lip pushing out. You sigh.
“Fucking fine. Fine. But you’re coming with me to pick out a dress. And you’re buying my coffee.”
Keeley cheers and tackles you in a hug. “You won’t regret it, I swear. Worst case you can just bitch about it with Roy the next day.” You laugh. You and Roy bitch about a lot of things together.
—
The red carpet is absolutely terrifying. It’s louder than you would have thought and the flashes from the camera are giving you a headache.
“How the hell do you do this?” you ask Keeley through a smile.
She laughs for the cameras. “Loads of practice, babe,” she replies in a perfect pose. “Now look at me and laugh at something I said.”
You’re almost done and the paps are asking for a photo of Keeley and Roy, so you wait off to the side near the entrance for them. You crane your neck to try to find Rebecca, to no avail. You do however catch the eye of someone with a very nice fashion sense and very, very blue eyes. He gives you a once-over and grins. You blush and turn back to Keeley and Roy who have finished and are making their way over to you. Keeley grabs your hand and says, “Hi Jamie!” while Roy rolls his eyes. Jamie says, “Hey Keeley,” and nods to Roy. “Grandad.”
“Fuck you,” Roy replies, and you’re surprised at the borderline affectionate tone he’s using. Especially considering Jamie is Keeley’s ex. He’s not really what you would have expected, but you don’t have time to dwell on that because Keeley’s dragging you inside the benefit venue.
—
Jamie is sitting at the same table as you.
Correction: he’s sitting right fucking next to you and it’s all you can do to avoid eye contact with him. You had introduced yourself to him with a barely suppressed grimace and steeled yourself for a long, misogyny-filled night.
You were so tense that Keeley put her hand on your knee and said, “I’ve got to go reapply my lipliner, d’you want to come with?”
You got up and followed her, feeling far too exposed in your backless, purple-sequined dress.
“Alright babe, what gives?” she asks once you’ve made it to the bathroom. “You’re wound up so tight I could stick coal up your ass and get a diamond.”
That makes you crack a smile and you shrug. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”
Keeley shakes her head. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, I’ve had four years of practice knowing exactly when you’re telling me a fib.”
“Who’s fibbing?” Rebecca says, walking in the door. “I saw Keeley drag you in here, and I didn’t want to miss out on some girl talk.”
“Oh thank god you’re here,” you say, relieved. “I’ve been looking for you for the past hour and couldn’t find you.”
Rebecca self-consciously smooths her hair. “I’ve been- busy,” she says. “But this isn’t about me. What are you fibbing about?”
You look between Rebecca and Keeley then deflate. “I have to sit next to Jamie Tartt.”
Keeley and Rebecca share a look. “I don’t see what that’s such a bad thing,” Rebecca says.
You look at her in disbelief. “Jamie Tartt? The biggest prick in all of London, and quite possibly all of England? Cheated on Keeley multiple times and all-around arsehole?”
Keeley grimaces. “Yeah, not one of his finer points in life.”
“See?” you say. “He’s the fucking worst!”
Rebecca and Keeley share another look.
“Stop fucking doing that,” you say. “What?”
“Darling,” Rebecca says gently, “he’s changed.”
You’re not buying it, a sentiment that is evident in your expression.
“It’s true, babes,” Keeley affirms. “And look, I’d probably be the fucking last person to say it. But he has! He’s loads better than he used to be, an absolute sweetheart. Even Roy loves him.”
You snort.
“Okay, maybe love is a strong word,” Keeley amends. “But he likes him! Roy said Jamie’s the best player on the team, and possibly one of the best in the country!”
You’re still not buying it.
“Listen,” Rebecca says. “Give him one hour free of bias. Forget who he was and give him a chance. You might be surprised.”
You look to Keeley, unsure. It is her ex, after all.
To your surprise, she’s smiling and nodding. “Go for it,” she says. “You never know what could happen.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you laugh. Only Keeley Jones could try to pawn her ex off on her best friend with the confident assurance that he’s a better man now. You know she’s not lying, or at least she believes Jamie’s changed. You’re not sure what to believe, but you’ll take Rebecca’s advice and give Jamie one hour to change your mind.
—
You’re not in your seat two seconds before Jamie starts talking to you.
“Why d’you look so nervous love? I don’t bite.” He grins. “Much.”
You catch yourself before you grimace and instead say, “This whole thing isn’t really my scene. It’s a lot of people I don’t know, and I’m only here ‘cause Keels asked me to be her plus one.”
Jamie still has that obnoxious grin on his face. “What does Roy think about you stealing his girlfriend? Can’t imagine he’d take it lying down.”
You glance over at Keeley and Roy. His arm is around the back of her chair and she’s leaning into him ever so slightly.
You say, “I’ve been here longer than he has, so if anyone’s stolen her, it’s him,” and you watch the pieces click into place in Jamie’s head.
“Shit,” he says. “You’re the best friend. Shoulda known when you told me your name.”
You shrug.
“Makes sense,” he continues. “I wondered why you weren’t fuckin’ beside yourself to be sitting by the fittest bloke in the room.”
You roll your eyes, hint of a smile tugging at your lips.
He pulls his chair a little closer and looks at you again with those perfect blue eyes. “Seriously, I am sorry. I was a prick. It took Keeley breaking up with me for me to start gettin’ my head out of me arse.”
Jamie’s words back up what Keeley and Rebecca told you. You’re not entirely ready to brush his past under the rug, but tell him that it seems like he did a right proper job of it, which makes him laugh.
“Do you really think you’re the fittest guy in here?” you ask.
Jamie gestures to the room. “Look around, babe. I ain’t lying.”
You laugh, and the tension dispels. You’ve 55 minutes to go, and then you can go back to hating him. For now, you’ll let him keep cracking jokes.
—
The hour is up, but you’re still talking to Jamie. You don’t stop to consider why he’s still talking to you (maybe because he can’t stand the idea of anyone hating him) but he is. It’s actually enjoyable, so when he asks you to accompany him to the dance floor, you look to Keeley for approval instead of outright rejecting him.
Keeley says, “Go on babe, I’m gonna try to convince this one to get out there for at least one dance,” and Roy says, “Fuck no.”
You let Jamie take your hand as he promises, “No funny business, I swear,” and you just laugh.
You laugh through three songs because Jamie has a way of making you giggle. He swings you around and executes all kinds of moves that you’re sure you could never replicate, but you assume that being a Premier League footballer means he’s got to be coordinated. Makes sense that he can dance.
The fourth song is a slow one, so you move to leave the dance floor but Jamie catches your hand.
“Stay,” he says. “I’m having a really great time with you.”
You feel Keeley kick the bottom of your shoe from where she’s swaying with her arms around Roy’s neck.
It makes you stumble a little, just enough for Jamie to have to catch you. He grins. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”
He puts your hands around his neck and his on your waist. It’s a soft touch, but you can feel sparks shooting up your hipbones.
You’re absolutely fucked.
Jamie doesn’t say a single thing, just sways along with the soft music and gazes into your eyes. You can’t look away no matter how hard you try.
The song ends and you let go of Jamie. He slides a hand up you waist and down your arm, lifts your hand to his lips, and kisses your inner wrist.
Before you can form a coherent thought, he’s gone.
Rebecca and Keeley are on you in a moment.
“You’re both coming to mine,” Rebecca says. “You have time to go home and get pajamas, but I’m getting out of here as soon as I can. I just made sure my pantry was restocked.”
—
It’s 2am. Rebecca and Keeley have successfully gotten you to admit that you like Jamie.
Against all odds, you like him.
Fuck.
“You’re sure it’s not weird?” you ask Keeley as you pace around Rebecca’s bedroom.
“For the millionth time, babe,” she says, “I really don’t. I think you two would be fucking adorable together.”
Rebecca nods in agreement. “I’m on Keeley’s side on this one. Jamie used to be a right little shit, but he’s really turned it around. And could you please stop wearing a hole in my rug? It’s giving me anxiety.”
You abruptly stop and plop down on the bed. “What if he doesn’t like me? What if he was only trying to make me not hate him because I’m Keeley’s best friend?”
Rebecca makes an offended noise so you amend: “Sorry, one of Keeley’s best friends?”
“Listen,” Keeley says making her way to your spot on the end of the bed. She holds your arms. “I know Jamie. He was fucking interested. And he hasn’t been that way in a while. You should just fucking go for it.”
“I don’t know,” you say slowly. Rebecca and Keeley groan and flop back onto the bed.
“You’re absolutely hopeless,” Rebecca says, but it’s laced with affection. You grin.
“That’s why you love me.”
—
You don’t sleep. Keeley is sandwiched between you and Rebecca on Rebecca’s absolutely massive bed, and all you can think about is Jamie’s blue eyes and the sparks of electricity you felt wherever he touched you.
You can still feel the kiss on your wrist.
—
It rains for three days and you refuse to go to Nelson Road. Keeley’s out sick anyway, and Rebecca is busy with work. You are too, working on a commission in electric blue. It’s very cozy inside your flat, soft music playing as the rain plinks on your roof. You’re wearing your good sweats, the ones that match and don’t have stains. Your hair is freshly clean and pulled back in a clip and there’s a pot of tea on the stove.
Your heartbeat has not been normal since dancing with Jamie. It’s beating in an irregular pattern, horrendously out of sync with the calming sound of rain. You can’t get it to calm down so you decide to indulge and replay your entire interaction with Jamie, as a treat.
You’re just thinking about his hands on your waist and letting your mind wander to where else you think they should go, when there’s a knock on the door. You frown.
That’s odd. Who on earth could be at your door at 7pm on a Monday in pouring rain? You pad across the living room to the door and open it to find a very wet Jamie.
“Hi,” he says, and then he’s pulling you onto the porch and kissing you in the pouring rain.
You’re soaked through to the bone, but you don’t care. All you can feel is Jamie’s hair as you run your fingers through and his lips on yours as they devour you. It’s straight out of a movie.
You shiver, and Jamie breaks away.
“Got your address from Keeley,” he says. “She’s the one who told me to come here. Can we go inside?”
You nod mutely and let him in. “Aren’t you cold?” you ask.
He just laughs. “Nah babe, I run hot. You look right fucking freezing, though. Good thing I’m here, I’ll help you warm right up.”
You’re really starting to shiver. “You should get out of those clothes,” you say through chattering teeth.
“Could say the same about you,” Jamie replies. “Where’s your bedroom at?”
You all but drag him up the stairs to your room.
You think you’re going to kill Keeley for telling Jamie you liked him, but then you’re flat on your back, bare skin pressing into the duvet as Jamie Tartt presses hot kisses up your neck, and you forget all about her.
#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt#ted lasso
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Considering the potential ripple effects of Jamie and Roy in Amsterdam.
Of Roy finally opening up to someone about this promise from his granddad that never came true, and how to young Roy it probably seemed such an insignificant thing to complain about — his granddad’s dead, and he’s complaining about how he never learned to ride a bike?
But grief always hides in these small injustices, and Roy was little, and his granddad died, and no one ever taught him how to ride a bike.
And out of pain and frustration, he spits this at Jamie, who takes it in strides and turns it into something tangible and fixable. Jamie who was already willing to offer Roy comfort earlier in the season, who listens when Roy is struggling and gives him this alternative- you don’t want to talk about what’s bothering you. We’ll do this instead, yeah?
Then the very next episode, Roy has a bike. Roy went out and bought himself a bike.
But then there’s Phoebe. Did she know how to ride a bike? Now that Roy knows how, does he teach her? I have to imagine if she already knew how to ride a bike, she would have insisted that Roy learn too, so they could ride bikes together. This makes me think that maybe she also didn’t know how to ride a bike.
So Uncle Roy buys her a bike and spends the weekend teacher her- uh oh, what’s this? Phoebe’s mum also doesn’t know how to ride a bike? Because at the end of the day, she is also Roy’s sister, so if no one taught him then well there’s a chance no one taught her either.
So he buys a third bike. And a helmet, a bright purple one that matches Phoebe’s bright pink one, because they need to make sure Phoebe has good role models when it comes to safety. Then him and Phoebe spend another weekend teaching her how to ride a bike too.
She tells him to piss off when he laughs at her falling into the grass again, but she can’t help but ask, “What’s gotten into you, anyways? What made you decide to up and learn how to ride a bike?”
What a lovely consequence of Roy sharing a drop of the grief that’s burdened him since he was nine.
What an amazing ripple effect of Jamie Tartt staring down his own trauma and trying to be a nicer person despite it all.
That’s three people who might’ve learned how to ride a bike because of him.
#help me I’m having feeeeelings#that post from earlier has nested in my brain#roy kent#phoebe kent#roy kent’s sister#jamie tartt#may repurpose this for fic reasons - I even know where I may put it#(or I would. if I had my bloody laptop charger)#ted lasso meta
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Can someone please explain to me the whole baby thing? And dog bone au? And all these aus im so confused
DOG AND BONE!AU BASICS
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This is asked every five months and I'm happy to explain it each time! I'll put it in the pinned post! This is a long one so sorry yall
So Dog and Bone is the title to the AU for a self-insert x Roman Roy fic compilation. There's no actual series yet…sorry, I know! How long has it been? But these fics range from entire one-shots that center around a plot that can lead into another one-shot/drabble, with the content of said piece becoming important to the whole AU, to just cute, fluffy or smutty drabbles and blurbs. Most of them are based on requests. Your request could become a big part of Dog and Bone!
BABY
Baby is the name for the self-insert. Fics will flip from a second person to third person POV, so you'll see her referred to as 'Baby' a lot. I don't consider her an OC because there's no and will never be a physical description of her and to be honest, I only started to referred to her as Baby so I could write third person POV fics when I'm lazy and don't want to go heavy in internal monologue, which is what I do for second person POV fics. I never use 'Y/N' for her or any self-insert. But many see her as other people and not themselves and I love that too!
Personality-wise, you'll find her to Roman's soulmate. Although she is still a victim of being out-of-touch due to her wealth, she's managed to be kind and respectful and just something that Roys don't have outside of her. She's the ultimate nepo baby with Logan just giving her some vague career path at Waystar to keep her around. She mostly works in marketing and spends her days with Tom and Greg.
So, the story of DAB (lol). Baby is the childhood best friend of Roman (and Shiv). In the AU, Baby's biological father was Logan's best friend and business associate. She met the Roy family when she was five and when Roman when almost seven. She was meant to be the best friend of Shiv, but Roman stole her one day when Shiv when to get more toys and baby Baby was on the swings. His sister is still pissed about this to this day.
Nothing much has been mentioned of Baby's bio dad just yet, but it was a one-time thing (so understandable is yall don't remember) that we see Logan giving Baby the medal her father gave him after his funeral. He's dead and apparently fought in a war, or maybe just liked collecting medals as much as Logan did.
So, facts about the dead dad:
Maybe was a veteran
Was hinted to have given Baby an eating disorder
Died when she was eight
Possibly kept her away from her mother
Logan's her godfather, but it was Frank to take her in after her dad had passed. Frank ON TOP!!!! PAPA FRANK!!! Baby's mother is very distant and she's really only seen her for a few holidays throughout her childhood. I've always imagined her to be those wealthy hippies feigning spirituality and did maybe try to get Baby in terms of custody, but didn't try a lot - not even after Baby's father died.
So, Baby gets to stay with the Roys with Frank being her guardian. With this, it's just co-dependency and possessiveness growing.
Roman and Baby don't really have friends outside of each other. They do everything together and eventually start doing relationship sort of things together. They take each others virginities. Roman gets panicky and painful in the muscles if Baby has to leave him for more than three days. It's great, but nothing's official.
They live this way until Roman gets with Tabitha.
Now, you may be thinking 'Why does he begin a relationship with Tabitha if he's so possessive and seemingly satisfied with the situation he has with Baby?' Well, I have two fics that'll help you to explain Roman's stupidity:
Why Does Rome Still Date Tabitha (They Don’t Have Sex, but Still)
Kendall Wins!AU Confession
The latter of the two is a bit more personal and truthful for Roman.
It can be noted that as much as I am a GerriRoman supporter, their relationship does not happen in the DogandBone!AU. Only because one, frankly, I don't know how to or have the desire to thread it throughout the story because I already kept Tabitha's plotline…which is Roman's downfall. You will see. And two, you'll find that Roman and all of the Roys, really, have a lot of themselves changed all because they have one genuine friend that's cared and loved them since childhood so that big part of Roman's plotless plot-time in canon is gone here. Grace didn't happen as well because Jesse Armstrong said so lol.
As I said, the genuine friend line applies to all of the Roys (excluding Logan, except for his AU…), but it really applies to Kendall.
Going back to the point where Baby and Roman are fourteen/fifteen and fifteen/sixteen, he gets sent away to military school. I made it so he's only there for two years to which Logan just doesn't care to send him there anymore because I want Baby and Roman teenage puppy and needy love for as much as I can get it. During this time, Kendall has this belief, this kindness to take in Baby when she's at her loneliest.
and…so…Kendall and Baby's whole thing?
The link above sums up their whole situation but I'll elaborate a bit more here because there's Tern Haven. Tern Haven happens in the OG!DogandBone!AU and KendallWins!AU, the grooming situation happens in every AU.
Of course, Roman comes back and Baby sobers up for the most part and leaves groomer Kendall's ass in the dust! It's when Roman starts dating Tabitha decades later that Kendall, who never actually made a move on Baby, brings hell and tragedy to the family. Baby's not so keen on continuing to have sex and the weird thing she has with Roman as he is with Tabitha around, so she becomes lonely and thoughtful in the need to reconnect with friends, maybe start dating herself. She's there during Tern Haven and can't go to Roman's room to hang out, Tabitha's there. She doesn't bother Shiv and Tom, she could talk with Frank, maybe? Maybe, but she makes her way to Kendall's room.
And whatever high horse Kendall put himself on for not doing anything with Baby, maybe not being in love with her - or at least having no awareness about it, whatever was starting with Naomi, it's gone when Baby enters that room.
Again, Tern Haven happens in Kendallwins!AU and the OG!AU. The only difference is that after, Roman is either successful in pulling Baby away from Kendall, or he isn't. This is where it can get confusing as it can with all the AUs because there's so many little splices of moments within content that really helps you understand how things happen but I can say that the Kendallwins!AU is just sad, scary, and dark.
But enough of that!
OG!DOGANDBONE!AU
After Roman's successful in getting Kendall away from Baby, he immediately breaks up with Tabitha and they heal from what happened. Kendall declines quickly during this. Logan dies and they get married after the GoJo sale. They have Baby Jr. On occasion, we'll have fun and write them having two more kids, Baby Jr Jr and Roman Jr, but they aren't canon - or they at least would get a canon fic like Baby
FICS TO HELP:
Romulus
Sneakers | Dad Frank feat. Baby Roman
Call Them Brothers
Back in Town
Bone and Her Heart
Roman’s a Friend Stealer
While you were sleeping
Touch Me (I'm Sick)
Date Death | Part One
Date Death Part 2
Babied (He Loves It)
Violet, Blue, Green, Red To Keep Me Out
Phone Call Home
Baby
Baby in “I went to Market”
Baby in ‘Too Much Birthday’
After the GoJo Sale
Telling Roman She's Pregnant
BABY JR
Baby Jr is an unrealistically perfect angel of a child that belongs to Roman and Baby in their AU and was born a preemie with a slew of health problems, but because I love her so much, it's becoming a running joke for her to just exist in every AU, somehow. if Baby's there, Baby Jr's there. She's named fittingly. You'll see her a lot in smaller blurbs and fics. Another running joke is that she hates Kendall in every AU, though she's barely mentioned outside of the OG! and Loganwins!AU.
JUST MY FAVORITE BABY JR FICS:
Baby
Baby's First and Last Day at School
Bear Baby Jr!
Baby Jr Doing Something Dangerous
Connor Taking Baby Jr Fishing
Baby Jr seeing Baby Roman with Glasses
VARIATIONS OF THE OG!AU
They aren't mentioned a lot anymore because we don't get so serious about them and it was more just to have fun with the story, but the OG!AU does have some variations to how the plot goes.
You have Baby and Roman having Baby Jr before season one where Tabitha and Tern Haven are things that obviously never happened:
If Roman Knocked Baby Up
Logan Bullying Baby Jr
YoungBornBabyJr!AU With Roman Forcing Baby to Marry Him
Roman Drunk and Loving If Roman Knocked Baby Up in Their 20s
If Baby Jr was Little in The Pilot
Logan’s Baby Jr Favoritism
Where’s Your Daughter?
Then, you have Baby dying and Roman killing himself to leave Baby Jr an orphan: Come Time, Baby Jr Missing Mommy.
Or you have Baby AND Baby Jr dying to leave Roman killing himself after his last moments of suffering…which, I can't find, but do we really want to read that?
If you don't want to suffer, it can end simply as a nightmare Roman had in the night. Here's another Nightmare Blurb.
LOGANWINS!AU
Listen. I CANNOT be the only person who has consistently written for Logan. I CANNOT! But I do and Baby is unfortunately the victim of a joke turned into a horniness for an old, old man.
Logan doesn't actually have a fic establishing the Loganwins!AU. Everything that's longer than a blurb are moments that already take place after they've gotten together. Tern Haven does not take place here because it appears that this…intimate relationship takes place before season one. Roman doesn't get together with Tabitha in this AU because he's really fucked up about his soulmate having sex and marriage with his…Dad. His abusive Dad. Baby Jr does exist here!
This started as a joke to get people grossed out over old man Logan cock, I played it so I was DISGUSTED to appease any requests that were sent in. I really was. I don't know what happened. But a lot of what is written expands past Logan x Reader and more about the AU itself, which happens with Kendallwins! and the OG!AU too.
FICS TO HELP:
THE OFFICE CONFRONTATION
Mondale The Second
Baseball
Sick Baby Jr
Mom(my)
Siblings and Baby Jr
Buzz off!
Sister Shiv
Recital
Alone Baby Jr
How Does The Relationship Begin?
How Does Logan Propose?
Are Baby and Roman Still Close?
Pregnancy Announcement in the AU
They Bought a Cat
Who's Baby Jr's Godfather?
Panty Stealer
Roman's Twitter Argument
You guys are lucky I can't find the smut fic I wrote. But it's here on this blog. Somewhere.
Nvm here it is my bad: Reflections.
AFFAIR!AU
There's the Loganwins!AU, then there's the Affair!AU, which was established pretty recently. It's where Baby begins an affair with Roman while she's married to Logan and Baby Jr ends up being Roman's daughter, not his little sister. As much as I have accepted my great enjoyment in indulging the Logan lovers, I do think this is Baby at her most Succession.
She gets the benefits of being Logan's wife and his favorite wife, a cute daughter, Roman at her heel, whining for her to really be with him but knowing he'll never leave her at her denial. She's horrible, a whore. A baddie winning.
FICS TO HELP:
Baby Jr being Roman's Daughter
Roman and Newborn Baby Jr
Baby in the Affair!AU
Roman revealing she's his to his siblings
"Dada"
A Slight Confrontation
How does it start?
In Dad's Bed
GROOMING SITUATION (OG!AU and KENDALLWINS!AU)
So, I explained most of it above, but these are the fics to help understand just how messed up DogandBone!Kendall is. He's a different man, guys.
(Also Stewy was there. Stewy was her friend. A flawed twenty-something year old who didn't care enough to separate himself from Kendall when noticing the red flags of him and Baby, but he denied, denied, denied. But he also gave Baby some sense of being…ya know, a kid…cause he saw her as a CHILD)
Tern Haven:
Tern Haven
EXTENDED TERN HAVEN
More of Tern Haven (…Yay…)
Ken's Groomer Era:
Sleepover
Drugged Up Heart
Does Baby go Clubbing With Kendall?
The Birthday (Big One)
Kendall being Confused That Baby's Not Jealous
More of Ken being Confused That Baby's Not Jealous
Sleepover 2
Kendall's Birthday Gifts....
The Aftermath:
Smacktalking During Too Much Birthday
Bad Bit
There's more, of course. There's always more.
KENDALLWINS!AU
After Tern Haven, Kendall has Baby. He's won Baby. He gets more addicted to drugs while making her dependent on them. He turns her into nothing - and just for him. He's scary and paranoid when it comes to Roman. A variation of the AU would be the Babydies!AU, where she accidently overdoses after he leaves her alone. It's a lot. This is not a fun AU, guys. But I like to write it!
FICS TO HELP:
Housewife Thing
Waystar Press Conference
Accusing Baby Jr of Not Being His
Roman Trying to Get Baby Back From Kendall
A Slight, Brotherly Confrontation
Daily Does of Horror (Heroin)
Mention of Heroin
Handsy
Baby and Kendall and Pills
Panty Stealer Brother
Roman's Dick Pics
Saying Roman's Name
Flower Delivery
THE OD FICS:
No Time
Needled Memories
NOW....
SHIV'S AU
Shiv's AU isn't even a win!AU, technically. We haven't really dabbled in the idea of her winning. Just more of her yearning, but all in all, this woman wants Baby soooo badly. Too sad she has the guilt of being a woman. And her father. And Tom. And the denial hot on her skin.
Calling Shiv
Shiv
TOM'S AU
Apparently the man can get obsessed and they haven't even kissed in his AU, yet. Fitting considering the shit he pulls with Greg. It's Baby at her most guilty due to her friendship with Shiv.
KARL'S AU
No.
STEWY'S AU
I give crumbs and only crumbs. But we're getting something started with Wedding Bells (Part One)!
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.
I hope this helps! xoxo
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Masterlist
Hi, I’m cal, and this is my masterlist! I write for Ted Lasso/Jason Sudeikis. My inbox is always open for requests or just to talk! I’ll write one-shots, blurbs, headcanons, or we can just bounce concepts off each other! I’d like to note that I am towards the end of nursing school, so I may not get to any asks immediately!
*Some thoughts/concepts/blurbs may not be linked here, but can be found by searching “ted lasso thoughts”, or “my writing.”
*Other tags I use: dad!ted, dad!jason, mom!reader, sub!ted, jason sudeikis rpf
*This blog contains NSFW content, 18+ only! I’m not responsible for the content you consume.
*I do not write OC’s, all of my fics are x reader
-Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader———————
One Shots
Movie Night (smut)
After celebrating Richmond’s latest win, Ted invites you back to his hotel room for a movie night. You don’t watch much of the movie.
Like Father, Like Son (fluff)
You wake up in the middle of the night to Ted and Henry being sick.
Couch Kisses (smut)
An imagine inspired by my post about kissing Ted’s bulge over his khakis.
Something New (smut)
You and Ted finally drabble into the dom/sub dynamic. (sub!ted, softdom!reader)
Reconnected (fluff)
After Ted and your daughter recover from being sick, they’re both ecstatic to see you again.
Nightmares (angst/fluff)
When Ted has a nightmare, feeling your baby kick calms him down.
Helping Hands (comfort/fluff)
You come home from a long day to dinner and a clean house, courtesy of Ted and Henry.
Accidents Happen (comfort/fluff)
Henry is still learning how to hold his new baby sister.
Close Call (angst/comfort)
Ted gets a call no one could’ve prepared him for while at work
Unplanned Sleepovers (angst/comfort/fluff)
Henry finds you crying and insists on spending the night with you, while also finding a new nickname for you. Ted comes home and joins the action.
Only You (smut)
You and Ted have a moment alone in a closet at Roy and Keeley’s wedding.
Always There (comfort/fluff/smut)
You have a heart to heart with Henry before comforting ted in a way that only you can.
Sunscreen (fluff)
You spend a little time flirting with Ted during a team beach day.
Growing (fluff)
A glimpse into a domestic morning with Ted, before a serious conversation ensues.
Headcanons/Drabbles
showering with ted
random HC about Ted taking care of you while you’re drunk, plus non-alcohol related domestic dad!Ted
Ted + your baby bump HC’s
Ted + books/reading HC’s
power outage with Ted & Henry
waking up next to Ted
Ted + your newborn baby girl HC’s
Ted comforting you when you’re hurt, sick, and sad.
giving Ted a blowjob
reader is worried Ted misses his old family, and he reassures her he doesn’t
Ted and reader on a break HCs
Ted and reader doing yoga HCs
being a couch potato with Ted HCs
giving ted a blowjob to help him relax HCs
reader snaps at Ted after a bad day
cockwarming with ted
Ted + reader w/ a stomachache HCs
reader sitting in Ted’s lap while he fingers her
ted & panty sniffing x reader
Multi-part Fics
Mild Misunderstandings (angst/fluff)
A stressful week begins to take its toll on you and Ted.
part one
part two
Lover’s Exploration (smut)
Ted takes interest in a previous sexual encounter you bring up, and wants to try it.
part one
part two (coming soon!!)
Prompt List Works
I don’t know how much longer I could’ve taken this..
-Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader——————-
One Shots
Taking Care (smut)
After a long two weeks of quickies, you and Jason find time to play with a new buttplug you ordered.
Riding Dirty (smut)
You ride Jason for the first time.
Quality Time (fluff)
When Jason gets injured, you spend some quality time with the kids.
Headcanons/Drabbles
jason eating reader out HCs
jason + praise kink + riding (nsfw)
Prompt List Works
wait, don’t go.. please..
breaking down mid-hug because they just needed it so much
-Kinktober 2023------
Mirror Sex (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)
Phone Sex (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)
Breeding Kink (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)
Overstimulation (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)
Pregnancy Kink (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)
Gentle Femdom (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)
Bondage/Edging/Toys Night (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)
Surprise kink!!! (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)
#masterlist#ted lasso x reader#ted lasso#ted lasso thoughts#jason sudeikis#jsuds#jason sudeikis rpf#jason sudeikis x reader#ted lasso imagine#ted lasso fanfiction#ted lasso fanfic#jason sudeikis imagine#jason sudeikis fanfic#jason sudeikis fanfiction#jason sudeikis masterlist#ted lasso masterlist
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no because imagine being roman roy, spending your whole life hearing how useless and fucked up and broken you are from both your dad and your siblings, growing up knowing you’ll never amount to anything.
and then the unthinkable happens. your brother fucks up. loses his claim to the throne. you’re suddenly in pole position to take over… you think, until your sister who’s not even in the fucking company reveals that it’s her.
okay, fine, it’s not like you don’t know your sister is smarter than you are, it’s fine. except… then she loses it, and your dad gives it to some outsider, some random woman from a completely different company. it starts to feel like he’s sort of desperate to give it to anyone but you.
the woman quits after some events that you get the sparknotes of while flying home from being held fucking hostage. someone has to go to prison, and it’s your brother for some fucking reason. you’re alone again. so maybe…?
but no, your dad’s just calling you to tell you to go find your sister. he asks you if she’s solid, he trusts you to make that determination, and you say yes because you love her. so it’s suddenly her again.
and then the unthinkable happens again. your siblings decide to rebel. this is your one fucking shot. but suddenly they’re goading you into joining them, and you… agree, because you fucking love them, fuck, you really do. no matter how many times it fucks you over, you love them like a dog loves the child that keeps pulling its tail.
(when you get to your dad’s hideout he tells you that the heir will be you if you abandon them right now. you have no evidence for or against this. you’re starting to feel like he’s just dangling it in front of you to get you to do what he wants. (you’re right, but you’re not quite aware enough to fully realize it.))
so… it’s none of you, and that’s… fine. the world doesn’t end. time goes on. you decide that teaming up is kind of… nice. you have plans, real fucking solid plans. except… your siblings swerve sideways and start specifically trying to fuck over your dad instead of just… working together to build something.
they goad you into it, obviously. they’ve always had the ability to make you do things you don’t want to do. except for one factor that’s out of their control…
dad says he needs you. you. roman.
so you’re back on team dad. he was right the whole time anyway. and he respects your opinions (you believe), like with mencken. you’re ideologically allied (he’s indoctrinated you).
he dies when you send him one fucking lousy voicemail about how shitty it felt firing your… your… gerri.
your dad is dead. your dad is dead and the last thing he ever told you to do was fire gerri. which… which you did, so at least you can rest easy knowing it was you, you were the best child after all, he finally saw you deserved the company.
except kendall’s name has a line through/under it, and you’re not fucking mentioned. fucking greg is mentioned, but not you.
you tell yourself shiv’s right. it’s crossed out. you tell yourself that for a different reason than she does. you were so sure it was gonna be you. after everything he fucking put you through. it had to be you, right?
deep down you’re sure it’s an underline. and you’ve never felt more useless. more like a manmade mistake.
you can fucking be like dad, though. you fucking fire two senior women- one of them gerri, again. you let kendall do whatever the fuck his manic ass is up to- dad seemingly trusted him, so fuck it. you try to tank the deal with matsson, because you can do this. you can run waystar. you always fucking could. fuck anyone who says different.
you put your reputation and waystar’s prestige on the line for a fascist presidential candidate, because that’s something you and dad agreed on. that’s when you felt like he was actually fucking proud of you. shiv throws a hissy fit, but fuck her, okay, she’ll never fucking understand the bond you had with dad. no one can.
you… make a bad call. well- you don’t make a bad call, everyone thinks you made a bad call. mencken deserves to win! why is it such a big fucking deal?! you’re on top of the world, about to deliver a banging eulogy and swoop in and take the company from matsson’s grubby little hands.
and then your uncle speaks. and then you get up to speak. and then you cry. and fucking kendall logan roy gets up there and delivers a better speech than you ever could. and then so does siobhan.
you find out mencken betrayed you. your brother tells you you fucked everything up, and he’s not joking around like usual. you think about that fucking piece of paper, that fucking line. well, fuck this. you get beat up a bit for old times sake and then fuck off to barbados.
but they find you there. they beg and plead for you to come back, to vote with them, they need you. you’re with your mom in barbados, finally having time to just… breathe and think, and your siblings come back and try to goad you into coming back, into putting everything you are on the line once again, for fucking kendall’s benefit alone, pretty much.
…
you go with them. they’ve always had the ability to make you do things you don’t want to do. especially when you try to back out- come on, gerri’s there for god’s sake- and your brother pulls you close like a boa constrictor and hurts you the way you like it until you yield.
you get why his name was (you believe) underlined. it was never you. never.
because you’re roman roy, and there’s something really fucking wrong with you, and there always will be.
#succession#writeup#can I have the number one roman understander award now pls#roman roy#kendall roy#shiv roy#logan roy#long post#finn.txt#sorry I was Feeling things
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would you do a roman roy imagine where he crashes shiv and the reader’s lunch cause he’s feeling jealous of shiv having the reader attention (like in childhood despite the reader being shiv’s age) and he and the reader’s long standing “will they-won’t they” finally ends?
Lunch Confessions
pairing: roman roy x fem! reader
a/n: hii sorry for taking so long to answer this request! hopefully i did it justice. i miss rome sm omg - COME HOME! for anyone who follows me for gen v sry lol i have a ton of other hyperfixations and i'm in the midst of my succession rewatch so...
tw: roman being his usual slimy self (only for a bit tho we love him), tom bashing (only a warning if you actually like him), swearing A LOT, rich people, allusions to sex
description: a lunch meeting with shiv takes an interesting turn...
The rain pattered against the glass of your car as you fixed your hair in the compact mirror. The slick leather seats slid under the fabric of your pants and a smile blossomed on your face. You were finally back in your favorite city, New York, after having to be abroad in Tokyo for a while. Father needed some help with the expansion over there and obviously he had decided to turn to his favorite daughter.
Your family founded and owned one of the most prestigious pharmaceutical companies in the world. It had been passed down from your grandfather to your father and then hopefully to you. Thankfully your other siblings weren’t exactly interested in running the family business, which meant less competition for the throne. You shuddered thinking about the fucking gladiator fight Logan had Shiv, Ken and Roman competing in.
Your youngest brother had started up his own tech firm in Silicon Valley and was doing pretty well for himself… even if he didn’t actually manage his fucking company. Your two sisters were influencers, or rather they liked to call themselves life-style promoters but still.
Tracing shapes on the cool glass, you closed your eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. You were on your way to go see one of your closest friends from boarding school, Shiv motherfucking Roy. Your family had always been pretty close to the Roys, especially since Logan and your father had a whole deal going on about ATN, which even after years of being at the company he still hadn’t given you the exact details about.
Roman and Shiv were the only two of the whole family that you could really stand. Ken was sort of never around - instead he preferred the company of Stewie and various powders, Connor didn’t take anything seriously which constantly struck a nerve and Logan cycled through wives like they were the newest TikTok trend.
“Miss, we’re here.” You turned towards Ben and smiled before looking up at the building where you were having lunch with Shiv.
“Thanks Ben. Go ahead and park the car. It should be a few hours.”
“Of course Miss.” You smiled and waited as he got out of the car, opened up an umbrella before unlocking the car door. Your black boots met concrete as you stepped out into the cool Manhattan air. The heels of your books clicked against the sidewalk as Ben covered you with the umbrella and you made your way into the building.
The host smiled as he saw you walk in and quickly took out a menu before waiting for you to make your way over to the main desk.
“Hello Ms. L/N, how are you doing today?”
“Quite well. I have a reservation with Shiv Roy.”
“Of course, she has just arrived. Right this way.” You nodded and followed him as he made his way towards your usual table in the more private lounge area. You instantly spotted Shiv, her red hair hanging over her face like a curtain and her fingers moving quickly over her phone screen.
“Here we are.” The host said as he pulled out your chair and placed the menu in front of you. “Is there anything we can get for you at the moment?”
Shiv looked up and her face brightened when she realized you had arrived. She quickly locked her phone and looked up at the eager host.
“A bottle of the 1945 and some sparkling mineral water for each of us.” You said, quickly dismissing the host who nodded and left to procure your drinks.
“God hi I missed you.”
“Missed you as well Shivvy.” You smiled back at her and you quickly stood up and exchanged a short hug before settling back into your chairs.
“So how was Tokyo?”
“Busy. How’s Tom?”
“Well… he’s Tom.”
You scrunch your nose up and Shiv chuckles slightly at your expression before she takes a sip of the wine you had ordered, which was currently being poured into your glass. You fall into easy conversation, taking turns to explain all the new company gossip as you order your food and start to dig into the Michelin star meal.
“Your dad is truly insane. I mean Pierce really?”
“I know, thank you!” You laugh when you hear a familiar voice in the distance, one that belonged to one of Shiv’s many brothers.
“You invited Roman?” You asked as you cut up another piece of food in frustration. Ok so maybe going to Tokyo wasn’t all because of your father… it might have also been because Roman was so fucking happy with Tabitha. Not that you didn’t like Tabitha but you and Roman had a thing. An unspoken thing sure but still a thing.
“Fuck! I mentioned I was going to have lunch with you today and I didn’t fucking realize-”
“Shiv, it’s fine. Trust me.” You sent a reassuring smile as you patted her hand in sympathy. This honestly happened pretty often. Roman had a habit of interrupting any kind of event you had scheduled with Shiv, it had been that way since you were kids. You didn’t really get why but you were usually fine with it but right now…
“Ah if it isn’t my favorite women. Y/N, darling, you look fucking exhausted.” Roman said as he got one of the waiters to pull up a chair to your table and promptly sat down in one of his weird contortionist shapes.
“Fuck you Roman, you look like you have the plague.”
“You are so sweet to me, isn’t she Shiv?”
“I don’t understand why the fuck you decided to interrupt our lunch, Roman.” Shiv spit out, she accentuated his name with so much venom that it even made you widen your eyes.
“Aww don’t be like that dearest sister. I already know you want to fuck her so why don’t we all just have one big orgie.” Your face twisted in disgust and you thrust your foot out to hit Roman’s knee.
“Ow! Fuck.” Roman exclaimed, making a triumphant smile on your face.
“You’re fucking disgusting, Roman. Shit!” Shiv looked down at her phone and sent you a sympathetic glance. “Sorry to leave you with the fucking scum of the earth but I have to go.”
“Oh god don’t worry, go ahead. It’s my turn to take care of lunch anyways.”
“Thanks Y/N, we should reschedule without this creep interrupting us.” You stood up and gave Shiv a hug as she left the restaurant before looking over to Roman who had a happy smile all over his face.
“What’s making you all fucking smiley over there?”
“Oh nothing, don’t you just love a good female bonding moment?” Roman asked sarcastically as he stole your wine glass and took a sip.
“Ugh Roman, really? Why did you have to interrupt our lunch again?” You asked as you snatched your wine glass back and took a big gulp, you were going to need it if you wanted to survive this fucking conversation.
“Well you obviously needed saving from Shiv, duh.”
“Rome… look I love you but I don’t ever need saving from Shiv.”
“Aww you love me?” Roman said with an exaggerated sweet tone lacing his voice.
“You focused on entirely the wrong part of that sentence. Now really why did you crash?”
“I… fuck I broke up with Tabs and… I wanted to see you okay?” Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as your heart started to quicken.
“You- really?”
“Yup, completely cut her the fuck off.”
“What? Why? I thought you liked her.”
“Eh.”
“What exactly does this have to do with my question?”
“You’re fucking blind aren’t you?”
“Excuse me? You’re the one who’s being all fucking cloak-and-dagger?”
“Do you need me to spell it out to you? I fucking missed you!” He said as he looked up to you with his hands nervously twisted the cloth napkin.
“Geez Roman, I didn’t realize you were capable of basic human emotions.”
“Fuck you.” Roman made a move to get up from his position.
“Woah Rome, I didn’t mean it like that. I- I missed you as well.”
“You have such a big crush on me, don’t you?” Roman asked with a mocking twist of his lips, the only thing that gave away his happiness were his eyes, which sparkled in the light of the chandeliers.
“Hmmm what if I do?” You said as a smirk rose up on your face.
“Y/N… now you’re playing a dangerous game.” Roman said as he leaned closer to you and dragged his fingertips down the side of your face.
“Oh I’m the one playing a dangerous game. Darling, we’ve been playing this game for as long as I can remember.”
“Fuck call me that again.”
“Only if you promise to be a good boy and stop crashing Shiv and I’s lunches.” You said as you pushed your chair back and smoothed out the creases in your pants. Roman’s face had changed from mocking to surprised as fuck.
“Well are you coming?” You asked as you started walking to the door of the restaurant, quickly swiping your card through the reader.
“Fuck yes.”
hehe hope u enjoyed. will def try to write for succession more in the future
#roman roy x reader#roman roy x you#roman roy#succession#fanfic#roman roy fanfic#succession x reader#succession fanfic#kendall roy#shiv roy#tom wambsgans
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a soft place to land
summer sleepover masterlist
roy kent x gn!reader
summary: “i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.”
content warning : me once more deciding Roy’s sister is called Molly
an : technically a part 2 to ‘but never not sweet for the trust funds and punishers’ requested by the ever so lovely @onceuponaoneshotfanfic !! But can be read as a stand-alone fic too
Roy had never been good at emotions, let alone being comforted. He can remember being 8 years old and scraping his knee; he cleaned off the scrape and applied the plaster all by himself. And when Molly noticed the blue plaster covered in spaceships adorned on his knee and offered to kiss it better, like she could remember their mum doing for her before, he gave a very loud ‘no’ and ran right back out into the garden.
He just wasn’t good at it, at accepting the love people tried to offer him. At least, until you had come along.
Roy had been at Chelsea for approximately 5 weeks when he finally had the chance to meet you, his new neighbour, and even back then he’d been his gruff and gloomy self.
Roy had been at Chelsea for approximately 7 weeks when you showed up on his doorstep with a case of his favourite beer in hand and a bag full of takeout after barely having spoken more then two words to him.
“Regardless of if you’ve read the article or not, I’m coming in and we’re talking about it.” His face twisted in confusion, to which you pulled out a rolled up magazine from under you arm, the title reading in big, black font ‘Roy Kent; legend in the making and in the bedroom.’
“Some people will do anything for their five minutes of fame.” You’d scoffed, waiting for Roy to hand you two plates so that you could serve up the takeaway you’d brought over. “I hope you know this says nothing about you and everything about the shithead who sold out on you.”
Roy was silent the whole time, only grunting a response when it actually occurred to you to ask him if he even liked Chinese food; which, of course he did. You had to practically guide him to his couch and force him to eat, let alone talk to you about it.
“How are you feeling, Roy-o?” At some point, though Roy couldn’t remember when, you’d finished your meal and saddled up next to him, your knees pressed against his thigh as you sat facing him. “I mean, at best the whole of England knows you’re an absolute sex god. But i can imagine it’s not nice being on the front page of a magazine for gossip, or being sold out by whoever you were seeing.”
You finally elicited a response from Roy when you moved your hand to the back of his neck, settling your fingers in his hair which had him crashing back to reality and jumping away from you. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Um, comforting you? What the fuck does it look like you prick?”
And just like that, you’d worked your way into his heart and he knew he was never going to get you back out of it.
Despite that being years and years ago, Roy had only just reached a point where he would seek you out for comfort when he needed it. More then a decade on, he still had girls left, right, and centre fucking him, stealing from him and then selling the story of it to the press. And he still had you, waiting with open arms and a listening ear to make it all go away.
Like tonight, he was once again laying between your legs, his head against your chest and your fingers combing through his hair. This time though, there was no one night stand selling his sex stories or stealing his Rolex, he simply just wanted to be with you, in your arms.
“I’m never more at peace then I am in your arms.” He whispered. The confession was out of left field for Roy; he didn’t do soft. Well, you knew that wasn’t entirely true, he was always soft with you, even if it had taken you years to show him that was okay and convince him he didn’t have to wait for you to hug him first. But saying it instead of showing it? This was an entirely different realm of braveness for Roy. “I know I’m not the best at, talking, I guess, but you make life easier. Would stay here forever if I could.”
Tears threatened to cloud your vision and it felt like your throat was closing up. It was unbelievable, to see Roy become the person he had, from way back when he’d just arrived to Chelsea to now, at Richmond as a coach. It almost felt like you had an entirely different person before you. But you didn’t. His hair still felt the same when you ran your fingers through it, he still had the same deep and gruff voice and he still threw his head back with laughter and a wide smile every-time you watched stepbrothers. Roy was still the Roy he always had been, but now he was better at showing people that version of himself.
“Will do all that I can to keep you here forever, Roy-o.” You tilted his head back, keeping your hands cupping each side of his face as you leant forward, pressing a slow and soft kiss to his lips. They were slightly chapped and the scruff of his beard tickled your skin, and the hand that moved to cup the back of your head and keep you kissing him rid of the ounce of worry you had that you’d read too much into things. “I love you, Roy. I have for a long time.”
There was a long moment of silence between the two of you, but it didn’t worry you in the slightest. Whether or not Roy was able to say it, you knew that he loved you. The blush that coated his cheeks told you enough if his actions and words across the years hadn’t.
“Aw you’re blushing, you must love me.”
“Fuck off.” Roy turned his attention back to the tv, not containing the smile that pulled at his lips at the thought alone - you loved him. He intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling your hand to cup his face again and pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “I love you too.”
#beybaldes summer sleepover !!#roy kent x reader#roy kent imagine#roy kent one shot#ted lasso x reader
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how would roy ask each of the batfam members for their blessing(s) to marry batsis? i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that jason is gonna get emotional bcs no matter how much that asshat acts like he’s all mr tough guy, he’s actually a sucker for gestures like these
Bruce:
"Mr. Wayne?"
"Roy,"
"I wanted your permission to ask Y/N to marry me,"
"I understand your want for my permission but trust me when I say my daughter would do whatever she wanted with or without my permission. However, I am glad that she has someone like you in her life. Good luck."
Dick:
"She's my sister!"
"We've been dating for like ever,"
"That's different,"
"So, can I marry her?"
"I guess, as long as I'm in the wedding,"
Jason:
"Dude,"
"I love her,"
"I know. If you hurt her any capacity, I'm no longer your best friend but your worst nightmare"
"Understood,"
Duke:
"So you wanna marry Y/N?"
"Yes,"
"Happy for you and all but are you sure you want to be legally bound to this family?"
"Yes, I think,"
"Power to you,"
Tim:
"I know everything about you. I will quite literally destroy your life, socially, physically, and any other way you can imagine."
"I haven't even asked yet,"
"I know,"
Cass:
"I really wanna marry your sister. I love her "
" 'Kay,"
Damian:
"Harper,"
"How would you feel if I married your sister?"
"I don't care for you nor like you but you make Y/N the happiest I have ever seen her for some reason."
#x black!reader#black!reader#x black reader#black reader#bruce wayne#bruce wayne x black!reader#bruce wayne x reader#black!batmom#black!batsis#jason todd#tim drake x reader#damian wayne#black batsis#spoiled batsis#spoiled black!batsis
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Banter (Ch. 2)
Series: Banter
Pairing: Roy Kent x f!Reader
Summary: You and Roy try to pretend your almost-date never happened.
A/N: Whoo! Really pleased that I’m getting this chapter up before the new episode tomorrow. Hope you enjoy it!
(Ch. 1) // (Ch. 3) (Ch. 4) (Ch. 5)
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“Fuck.”
“Absolutely not,” You mutter as you grab your bag and pull it over your shoulder, moving to push past Roy and get out of this already embarrassing situation before it can become truly pathetic.
You are not letting this man embarrass you. Not any more than he already has.
God. You’d liked him so much.
All for him to turn out to be someone that you despised.
You had no idea what she had done to deserve this kind of karma. Maybe it was all the Uber Eats. All those takeaways had definitely been bad for the environment. And now you were paying the price.
“Wait,” Roy called after you as he followed you out onto the pavement.
“This is already embarrassing enough, okay?” You hiss as you whip around to face him. Your voice cracks on you ‘okay’ in a way that makes your face heat up.
Roy’s back straightened as he pulled his shoulders back.
“Can we just pretend this never happened?” You ask when Roy doesn’t reply.
You’re desperate for this conversation to end so that this horrible night can end too. You can’t believe how stupid you’d been. An hour ago you’d been giddy. You’d been imagining an amazing date with a great guy that would lead to equally amazing sex. And maybe even a good, happy, healthy relationship.
And now those hopes had been painfully dashed. You’d been rejected the moment Roy had walked in and realized you were his date.
He’d hated you since he’d met you.
That had been painfully obvious in every interaction you’d had since. And how he’d seen you in a vulnerable position.
This was awful.
“Yeah,” He replied gruffly. “Whatever.”
“Great,” You replied before you pursed your lips and nodded at him. “Goodnight.”
“Erh,” Roy grunted before you turned on your heels and walked down the street as quickly as you could without it looking like you were training to flee.
Roy sighed and rubbed a hand down his face before shoving his hands into his pockets and heading down the pavement in the opposite direction. Even though he was parked in the same direction as you.
But he’d rather take the scenic route back to his car than have to interact with you again.
And he needed to take a walk to clear his head.
Roy Kent hadn’t wanted to get on a dating app.
He hadn’t wanted to date. Period.
But when he’d made the mistake of complaining to his niece Phoebe about the insane dating app that Keeley was pushing on all the players she’d turned to him with that perceptive look that Roy found so disconcerting on his nine-year-old niece.
“Don’t you want to find someone who makes you happy?”
“No photos and no names means you get to know people for their personalities, doesn’t it?” “You could find someone who you get along with.”
Roy had grunted in annoyance at Phoebe.
But he hadn’t been able to brush what she said aside.
So the next time he had to pick her up from school for his sister he’d hesitantly asked her what he should put on his profile.
And the way her face had lit up with delight was more than enough to convince Roy to give it a try.
He honestly hadn’t expected to meet anyone.
But you’d messaged him. And then he’d replied and you’d never stopped.
You were easy to talk to and with the anonymity, Roy didn’t need to worry about you just laughing at his jokes because he had a nice house, or because you could sell pictures of him to the tabloids.
You actually found him funny.
Roy had opened up to you.
He’d told you things he hadn’t told anyone else.
He’d thought he was ready to meet you when you asked.
He’d wanted to meet you.
And then he’d locked eyes with you when you walked through the door. Your thinly-veiled distaste wasn’t even hidden when you saw him.
And when you realized he was your date and you were his.
You’d looked so disappointed.
It had cut at a part of Roy that he didn’t even like to admit existed.
You’d said it was embarrassing. The idea of going on a date with him was so embarrassing to you that you’d almost cried.
What was Roy supposed to do with that?
And how was he supposed to pretend that tonight had never happened?
“Hiya babes, what were you up to this weekend? I didn’t hear from you at all,” Keeley greets you as you walk into the AFC Richmond building on Monday morning.
She has too much energy for this early.
And you’re not even hungover, but you’re suddenly wishing you’d worn your sunglasses this morning.
“Oh, I just needed a quiet weekend in, getting stuff done and all that,” You tell her.
It’s not a lie. You did spend the weekend in your flat pretending you were dead to the world so that you could watch Love is Blind and cry about the relationships on the show (and definitely not anything to do with the state of your personal life).
“Yeah?” You knew that Keeley knew something was up. But she was also a good enough friend that she didn’t push you any further.
You would break down and admit everything to Keeley sooner or later. You both knew it. It was just a matter of if it would be tonight or eighteen months from now. And Keeley didn’t mind. She’d be there to listen whenever you decided you were ready.
Keeley chattered along beside you as you moved to grab your equipment out of the storage closet that Keeley let you use to store it in.
You’re lugging it all out into the hallway, Keeley still talking away, your camera bag in her arms, when you make solid contact with someone as you run into them.
“Shit, sorry,” You murmur as you try to maintain your grasp on the bags you’re holding onto and have tucked under your arms.
You look up to apologize further when you realize who you’ve run into.
“Roy!” You exclaim as your tripod drops from your grasp to the floor.
Roy mutters your name as he stoops down to pick it up and wordlessly hands it to you before pushing past you and continuing down the hallway.
You and Keeley turn to watch him walk away.
“That was…” Keeley mutters.
“What?” You ask as your head whips around to look at her, sounding way more defensive than you meant to.
“Even more awkward than last week,” Keeley replies. “I don’t understand why the two of you are so tense around each other.”
“Hmm,” You hummed in a non-committed reply.
Today’s shoot was for action shots of the team so you were out on the field for Richmond’s practice. Granted, you were in the stadium and not on the practice field, but everyone was looking around nervously like they’d never been on the field before.
“Where do you want ‘em?” Ted asked as you made your way onto the field.
“I want these to be as natural as possible, just run them through your normal drills, and I’ll move to get the shots. You won’t even notice I’m here.”
Roy muttered something unintelligible under his breath and you managed to hold your tongue as moved past him to find the best light.
“I met someone,” You blurted out a few days later at one of your and Keeley’s coffee dates.
So it would be sooner rather than later.
Keeley shrieked as she nearly spilled her latte.
“Oh my god! Holy shit!” She hissed as she stared at you with wide eyes.
“On Bantr-” You start to explain when she nods for you to continue.
“I knew it! I knew you would! God, I knew it would be perfect for you.”
“I asked him out-” You continue.
“Yeah? How was it? It must have been amazing if you ignored me all weekend,” Keeley replied as she continued to pepper you with her questions in her excitement. “Holy shit, were you having wild sex all weekend? I knew you were too tired on Monday for it to have just been a chill weekend in!”
“No,” You reply with a sharp shake of your head. “It was Roy,” You tell her in a stage whisper.
“You had sex with Roy?!” She full-on screams, causing the entire cafe to turn and look at you.
“No! I didn’t! That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” You hiss at her through the mortification of all of these strangers now knowing your business. “The guy on Bantr turned out to be Roy,” You repeat.
Keeley paused.
“And you didn’t have sex?” She asks as her forehead pinches in confusion.
“No! We obviously didn’t go on the date!” You reply in exasperation. Confused by why Keeley is being so intentionally dense. You know she loves to see the best in people. Just look at her dating history, but she’s got to understand why the two of you together was a no-go.
“Why?” She asks.
“Because he hates me!” You explain. “We both agreed to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“Did he?” Keeley asks, her forehead still pinched together. You’re tempted to reach out your hand and smooth out the wrinkles. Knowing Keeley she’ll complain about you causing them once she catches a glimpse in the mirror of them.
“Yes, he was clearly disappointed when we both realized what had happened.”
You could still see the permanent scowl on his face.
“He walked out on you?” Keeley asked as her eyes widened.
“Well, no, technically I walked out first,” You reply, causing Keeley to open her mouth. “But he followed me!” You add before she can interject again.
“And is that when he told you he hated you and never wanted to see you again?”
“Um...” You stall.
“Did you call it off or did he?” Keeley repeats.
“I did!” You admit. “But he never talks. If I hadn’t said it we would have just stared at each other in silence until one of us walked away.”
“What if he was just nervous?”
“That’s definitely not what was happening,” You scoff. “Have you seen that man?”
“Yes, but you’re one of the sexiest, smartest, coolest girls I know,” Keeley replied. “Anyone would be a little intimidated by you, even Roy.”
“Yeah,” You reply. You know Keeley’s hyping you up the same way she hypes everyone up, and you appreciate the compliment, you always do, but even Keeley has to know that Roy Kent is out of your league. Along with being a complete and total ass.
“You don’t have to believe it, but you also have no reason to believe that he didn’t want to go on that date with you,” Keeley tells you.
“You have to talk to him,” She adds.
You groan loudly as you slump back in your chair.
“I can’t do that.”
Keeley shrugs.
“You have to.”
#ted lasso#ted lasso fanfic#roy kent#roy kent fanfic#roy kent x reader#roy kent drabble#roy kent reader insert#ted lasso reader insert#ted lasso series#roy kent series#keeley jones
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