A little snippet that came to mind, since all Iâve been thinking about for the past week and a half is this menace. Should I continue? Let me know what you think x
âHey, there he is! Say hi to Translucent everybody!â Homelander said cheerfully, as he wrapped his arm around Translucentâs shoulders, effectively pulling him away from you. The invisible man smiled and waved out to the crowd.
âHey Homelander,â he responded, smiling as the fans cheered and roared at seeing two of the most famous heroes of The Seven acting like the best friends they all assumed they were.
Homelander kept a smile on his face as he used his other hand to slap Translucentâs chest in what seemed to be a friendly gesture. But you knew otherwise. Homelanderâs chuckle faded as leaned in.
âHey, yeah, if I ever see you fucking look in her direction again Iâll burn a hole into your fucking skull. Indestructible skin, give me a fucking break,â Homelanderâs smile widened as Translucent paled, a fake smile still plastered on his lips.
âWhat? Homelander I-â
âUh-uh. Nope, you donât get to fucking speak,â Homelander jostled the invisible man closer to him, still smiling. âThis guy, huh?â He called out onto the crowd, his canines glistening as they caught the sunlight. The fans ate the interaction up, cheering louder.
âI wonât repeat myself, you fucking pervert. Look at her like that again and Iâll kill you,â he promised. With one last laugh and shake, Homelander let the invisible man go and waved out to the crowd as everyone roared even louder than before. Translucent turned back to his line of fans waiting to take a picture while Homelander made his way over to you, his smile never faltering. You were bent over, leaning down to take a picture with a little girl who showed up to the event dressed as you. Homelander smiled politely at the girls parents and âhumblyâ refused their praise as they thanked him for keeping the city safe.
âNo, please. You guys are the real heroes. We just wear the suits.â He nodded graciously and you smirk up at him as they leave.
âFor someone who just threatened to kill one of our team members, youâre awfully cheerful,â you teased. Homelander playfully rolled his eyes at you, his hands poised behind his back in his signature pose.
âThat ungrateful little fuck needs to learn to keep his eyes off of things that arenât his,â he shrugged, giving a tight smile to another on looker who called out his name and waved.
âOh is that so? And what exactly was he looking at âthat wasnât hisâ?â You joked sincerely as you smiled out into the crowd again and they chanted your name. Homelander looked down at you again, this time his voice almost as sincere as yours.
âYou,â he replied and you laughed, not catching onto his change in tone.
âAnd pray tell, to whom do I belong to then?â You sassed, and turned to look him in the eye ruefully. Homelanderâs gaze was focused solely onto your eyes and your smile faltered slightly at his semi-serious expression.
âMe. Duh.â
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Hot Buns
A random snippet into the lives of Annalise & Mark Sloan. Technically a part 2.5? Let me know what you think & thank you for reading đ¤
Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader
Warnings: allusions to smut but no actual smut, sickeningly sweet fluff
To anyone who didnât know Mark Sloan or Annalise Grey-Sloan, life at Seattle Grace was the same as it had been for the past few months. The ex-couple decided to give their relationship a try once more, with Annalise having gone so far as forgiving Mark and allowing him to take her out on a few dates.
No one picked up on the innocent flirting between the two; the looks and giggles shared, the secret touches whenever they stood in the same vicinity. No one had ANY idea of their little rendezvous in the on call rooms. Or at least, thatâs what Mark and Annalise thought.
âSo are they going to eye fuck each other the entire time or are we going to actually learn something today?â Alex Karev grunted, standing off to the side as Mark and Annalise âdiscussedâ the case they were working on together. Cristina and Meredith rolled their eyes at him.
âWell I for one think itâs great that theyâre speaking again. Little Jolie deserves to have both of her parents happy,â Meredith shrugged, smiling to herself at the sound of her sisterâs giggle at whatever the âplastics Godâ said to her.
âI agree with Mer. A less angry Annalise means more surgeries for me to scrub in on. So if McSteamy wants to McGet-It-On with her, Iâm all for it. Iâll even buy her condoms if she wants,â Cristina said cheerfully, not noticing the power couple creeping up behind her. Annalise cleared her throat.
âWell thank you for that, Dr Yang. Iâll keep that in mind. Are we good to start rounds or would you prefer I gave you details on which condoms I prefer for your future reference?â The brunette asked, an eyebrow raised playfully at Cristina and her sister. Annalise didnât care about what was said about her when it came from friends, and she loved to torment interns as much as she could. Cristina had enough sense to blush and look away while Alex snickered before Mark called out to him.
âOi, Karev! Letâs get a move on, these patients wonât heal themselves!â He barked, making his way down the hall but not before winking at Annalise.
Anna smiled, and rolled her eyes playfully at the intern who immediately followed after Mark. Her smile lingered a little too long on his retreating form, and when she turned back to Meredith and Christina, she couldnât escape their teasing smirks.
âWipe those grins off your faces,â Annalise scoffed, walking around them and doing her best to ignore the heat trying to creep up her face.
âWell you two look close,â Meredith teased, her signature smile on her face. Christina snorted in agreement.
âClose is an understatement. Sloanâs one step away from sticking his tongue down her throat with every passing longing glance,â she said dramatically as they stopped outside the patientâs room. Anna genuinely laughed at that, resulting in the patient, Mark and Alex to look over at the three doctors who stood by the door.
âSorry Mrs Sheffield, Iâm Doctor Grey-Sloan. These are my interns, Doctor Grey and Doctor Yang. Iâll be assisting Doctor Sloan with your procedure. Iâll be in charge of making sure your heart doesnât give out while Doctor Sloan works on the external repairs on your abdomen while removing that superficial tumor and patching you up as good as new. I promise you, youâre in great hands,â Annalise reassured the patient gently, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. The older woman smiled back kindly and looked between Annalise and Mark, the latter already standing off to the side and prepping a game plan with Karev.
âYou said your name was Grey-Sloan? Any relation to the stud?â Mrs Sheffield nodded towards Mark unabashedly, her voice hushed. Annaâs smile widened.
âMhmm, heâs my husband.â
âOh youâre one lucky girl. If I were 30 years younger Iâd be climbing him like a tree. Do you see the buns on him? Oh the way Iâd like to giveâem a quick squeeze,â Mrs Sheffield went on, her voice not as hushed as she thought. Annalise chucked and noticed the tips of Markâs ears slowly turning a light shade of red.
âAlright Mrs Sheffield, letâs keep that heart rate down,â Annalise teased. âWeâll be back later to get you prepped for surgery. In the meantime, Grey, please make sure we have an OR booked and Yang, please get Mrs Sheffield ready with the pre-surgical team. Karev, please follow up with pathology one final time about Mrs Sheffieldâs most recent blood tests so we can confirm weâre good to start on time. â
Christina, Meredith and Alex nodded and stepped out of the room to get started on their tasks immediately. Before Anna could make it out the door however, she heard Mark yelp. She turned around and found Mark rubbing his backside as he scurried out of the room, Mrs Sheffield winking at her and smirking to herself while rubbing her hands together. âIâve still got it!â She cheered, and Mark pulled a tittering Annalise out the door with him.
âThat was not funny, I feel violated and objectified,â Mark whined, his grip gentle on Annaliseâs elbow, pulling her with him down the hall and around the corner. Annaâs chuckles broke into a full on belly laugh at Markâs flushed face. They stopped walking, and Anna used the wall behind her as support while she laughed.
âYou should have seen your face!â She giggled. Mark, who was thoroughly embarrassed, found his gaze softening at the sight of his wife laughing wholeheartedly. And yes while it was at his expense, he wouldnât change it for anything in the world. He rolled his eyes, playfully annoyed, a smile playing on his lips as her own giggles were infectious.
âAre you done?â He asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at her.
Anna did her best to stop laughing, biting her lip and looking up at Mark with a somewhat innocent expression. Mark felt his heart flutter at the sight of her.
âIâm good, Iâm good. God itâs been so long since I laughed like that,â she sighed, smiling brightly. Mark smiled back and shook his head.
âYeah, and it took me being assaulted by an elderly woman squeezing my ass for you to laugh that hard. Youâre welcome,â Mark sassed. Annalise quirked an eyebrow teasingly at him.
âYou werenât complaining when I was the one squeezing your ass in the on call room earlierâŚâ she said, lowering her voice as she looked up at him coyly, daring him to play along.
Markâs eyebrows shot up in surprise before he immediately collected himself and reacted accordingly, smirking while bringing his right arm up and above Anna, bracing it on the wall behind her. His other arm reached towards her, his hand engulfing her waist as he stepped closer to her, caging her between the wall and himself. What Mark didnât do, however, was check to see if the coast was clear before speaking; his voice taking on a more deep and gravelly tone.
âWell, I am a gentleman. Who am I to deny my woman from grabbing my ass when sheâs down on her knees for me with her mouth wrapped around myââ
âAH-DONT YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE MARK SLOAN,â an incredulous voice spoke up and both doctors jumped apart at the sound of Miranda Bailey.
âThis is a god damn hospital, not a whore house, keep that kind of talk OUT of the halls! What is wrong with people today, talking nasty while Iâm trying to my damn job,â Miranda muttered to herself as she continued her way down the hall, glaring at the couple.
Mark and Annalise took one look at each other and cracked up at the hilarity of it all.
âI can see why the interns call her the Nazi,â he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest again. Annalise nodded and continued to watch Doctor Bailey make her way down the hall, before she turned back to glare at them once more before she turned the corner.
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Baby Let the Games Begin
I'll Write Your Name Chapter 3
Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader
5.1k words
Warnings: Language, drinking, almost-nice moments ruined by Roy being Roy
Roy slouched in his chair and looked over the lineup, trying to focus his attention on Nate and Beardâs ideas after the previous nightâs match. His mind kept wandering back to the club, to the lipstick stain heâd washed off his face when he got home way past his bedtime, to the way sheâd danced too close to him, to the knowing looks the guys had been giving him all morning.
As his hand absently brushed over his cheek, Daniâs smile filled the doorway. Behind him, a few guys popped their heads in, looking far too eager for an early morning that followed a late night of drinking. âGood morning, Coach!â Dani chirped.
âHmmph.â Roy nodded in acknowledgement. âRojas.â
The striker strolled into the office casually, as if mischief wasnât written all over his face as he eyed his coach. âDid you have a good time last night?â
Roy shrugged. âFuckinâ guess,â he mumbled, slouching further into his chair. âYou?â
âEveryone had a great time.â Daniâs smile grew as he pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket. âIn fact, someone had such a great time, she asked if I could give you this.â
The little slip of paper contained numbers- numbers that were already in Royâs phone, actually. It took Roy a moment to comprehend the looks of awe on his playersâ faces and the excitement on Daniâs. Oh, fuck, right.
âWow.â Roy lifted his eyebrows, giving his best surprised look. âMe? Youâre fucking serious?â
Daniâs face softened. âShe liked you,â he teased. âIt was very obvious. She could not stop smiling after you danced together!â
Roy nodded, praying he looked thrilled enough to satisfy the guys. âYeah, no, it was fucking cool.â He cleared his throat and stuffed the phone number into a desk drawer. âGuess Iâll give her a call or some shit-â
âMorning, fellas!â
Royâs heart skipped a beat as he watched Keeley squeeze past the guys to enter the office, wearing a little dress and that big smile of hers, the one that could knock Roy over any day of the week.
âDonât you lot have training to get ready for?â she teased. As the guys left, all shouting out their congratulations at Roy- as if he did something worth congratulating- she turned her attention to the gruff manager. âCan we chat when you have a second?â
Roy nodded stupidly. âYeah, yeah, of course.â He nodded to Dani, who was the last to leave. âThanks again, Rojas. Really.â
Once Dani shot Roy an exaggerated wink and strolled back into the changing room, Keeley whipped out her mobile. âExcellent job last night, Coach.â
She perched on the desk and showed Roy her screen, which featured a photo of Roy and a certain pop princess on the dance floor, huddled close and smiling at each other. If Roy didnât know any better, heâd think they looked like two people in the early stages of falling in love.
With a small cough into his closed fist, Roy nodded. âYeah, well. Glad we did a good job or whatever.â
Keeley stuffed her mobile back into her pocket. âSeriously, you two look great together. I was scrolling through some of the comments, and her fans are already obsessing over you. Theyâll be calling you âDadâ by the end of the month.â
âDad?â he repeated, practically spitting the word out. âWhy the fuck would they call me Dad?â
âItâs a term of endearment,â Keeley explained with a playful eyeroll. âSometimes they call her âMumâ, and if they like her boyfriend, they call him âDadâ. Trust me, you want them to call you that. It means youâve got their approval. And once youâve got the fans onboard, the good press will follow.â She gave Roy a friendly little punch, the small touch leaving his skin burning. âKeep up the good work, Roy-o.â
As he watched her leave, Roy sighed to himself. Dad? What the fuck had he signed himself up for?
~
âDâyou want a beer?â
âSure.â I handed April my credit card. âAnd bring me a hot dog or something?â
I had dragged April along to my second Richmond game, insisting that I needed someone to chat with while I was supposed to be fawning over Roy Kent. As I waited for her to return with the drinks and snacks, I tugged at the sleeves of the Richmond sweatshirt April had bought for me. This whole thing was weird, so damn weird. My siblings had texted me about the photos of me and Roy Kent at the club- which they had seen thanks to my baby brotherâs Google alert on me- and had teased me about my sudden âinterestâ in soccer. Of course, Iâd played coy and said I was just supporting Dani Rojas, that Kent and I had just danced a little, and that he seemed nice. Of course, they didnât see the way I wrinkled my nose as I texted those things.
Suddenly missing them, I sent a selfie with the pitch behind me, joking that the Dog Track was my new home. As I hit the Send button on our group chat, rousing cheers informed me that the team was coming onto the pitch. I cheered along with everyone else, this time adding some other names to Daniâs, like Colin and Isaac. Jamie Tartt lit up when he saw me, blowing a playful kiss. I waved coolly, keeping an eye out for-
There was that smirk. Roy raised his eyebrows when he saw me, looking pleasantly surprised despite the fact that Keeley had made sure to tell him exactly where Iâd be sitting. I leaned back in my seat and raised my hand in greeting, hoping my smile and wink were playful and, more importantly, caught on someoneâs camera. Roy tapped two fingers to his temple, saluting me, before turning to his team. I had to give him credit for his acting; from my seat, he almost looked like he was blushing.
âYou see your man?â Aprilâs voice was full of teasing as she resumed her seat and handed me a beer.
I rolled my eyes and took a sip before taking the hot dog she offered me. âMy man,â I scoffed. âHeâs not my man.â
April raised her eyebrows at me. âNot yet,â she hummed quietly. She nudged me. âYou twoâve got chemistry. Even at a distance, there was some sort of spark or lightning strike or whatever you want to call it when you looked at each other.â She leaned in close to whisper, âYou sure thereâs not a real attraction there?â
âDo I need a new assistant?â I hissed, narrowing my eyes at her. She knew I didnât mean it; it was my way of telling her she had succeeded in getting under my skin, one of her favorite pastimes.
Sure enough, she chuckled and nudged me playfully. âIâm just saying,â she teased. âBelieve me, you could do a lot worse.â
I snorted and stole one more glance at the scowling and shouting Roy Kent. âWanna bet?â
~
Roy tapped the side of his beer as he stared at the entrance to Olaâs. The team had decided to grab some dinner together after their match, and Dani had invited his friend to join them. The guys were tittering and shooting him what he assumed were supposed to be sly looks, which he repaid with scowls and eyerolls.
Those sly looks only got worse when the door opened and Dani led two women inside. Roy watched as the Greyhounds tripped over each other to re-introduce themselves and ask how the women liked the match. She was pretty fucking affable, Roy noted as she complimented Cockburn on his game-winning goal and laughed at whatever joke Moe Bumbercatch made. He found himself wondering how someone like her, someone who smiled so easily and seemed to have no problem charming a room full of people, could wind up with a reputation like hers, known only for the men she ran around with and the drama her âfriendsâ dragged her into.
Her eyes lit up when she spotted Roy in his huddled little corner, almost bright enough to fool him into believing she was happy to see him. She grabbed the other woman- who Roy now recognized has her personal assistant- by the hand and pulled her away from the Greyhounds, not stopping until she stood in front of Roy, all flirtation with those batting eyelashes and that coy smile.
âGreat job today, Coach,â she said with a wink.
Roy leaned back, keenly aware of the eyes that had followed her to his table. âGuess I was right about you being good luck,â he hummed with what he hoped was a flirtatious grin. âGlad you came today.â
âMe too.â She tugged the other woman closer to her. âThis is my assistant, April,â she introduced, as if Roy hadnât met the woman in Keeleyâs office that very first day. âApril,â she murmured, eyes still on Roy, âthis is Roy Kent.â
April smiled and reached out to shake Royâs hand. âLovely to meet you.â Her smile turned mischievous. âIâve heard so much about you.â
A small giggle had Royâs ears turning red. âStop,â the popstar whined, sounding like a teenage girl. âGo find a soccer player to flirt with, alright?â She gave April a playful shove before sliding into the seat beside Roy. Her smile remained in place as she leaned in close, looking like she was flirting and murmuring soft enough for just him to hear. âYou see the photos of us online?â
Roy cleared his throat and nodded, unable to look directly at her and instead choosing to stare at his beer. âYeah. Yeah, I saw them.â He took a sip, desperate for something to keep him distracted from how fucking close she was sitting. âLooks like the planâs working so far.â
Her little hmmph confirmed that she agreed with him. After a moment, she nudged him; Royâs shoulder practically burned at the contact. âYou should probably, I donât fucking know, talk to me or something?â She raised her eyebrows. âWeâre supposed to be into each other, remember?â
With one of his heaving sighs, Roy forced his shoulders to relax as he finally met her gaze, a gaze that was far too attentive. âYou⌠enjoy the game?â
Fucking hell. Was this what the next six months of his life would be like? Awkward small talk with someone who was just as disinterested in him as he was in her? Being two fish in a bowl with eyes on them all the time? Tonight, at Olaâs, it was the Greyhounds; soon it would be all of Nelson Road, and all their friends and acquaintances, and the fucking paparazzi, and all the people whoâd be attending her highly anticipated European tour in the summer. Not to mention the very real possibility that one of them could find someone they were actually interested in (Roy had seen the way Jamie eyed her when she walked in), and then theyâd be in a whole new mess of ending the ârelationshipâ and dealing with blurry timelines and drama.
While Royâs mind raced, she nodded, all at ease. âI did, actually, even though I donât watch soccer very much.â After wrinkling her nose, she paused, eyeing him carefully, as if debating her next words. âThink I could take a picture with you?â
âIâm sorry?â Roy choked out, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sudden request.
âA picture,â she repeated slowly, a smidge of impatience dripping from her voice. âLike a selfie. I might not like soccer, but my brothers and nephews are big fans.â She took out her phone and laid it on the table. âAnd I learned recently that you, Roy Kent, are a pretty big fucking deal. So, if I send them a picture with you, Iâll finally be the worldâs coolest sister and tĂa.â
Roy couldnât help the snort that flew out of his nose. âBeing one of the biggest popstars in the fucking world isnât enough?â
She cracked a small smile. âNope. To my brothers, Iâm still just the little princess who always cried to get what she wanted.â She picked her phone back up. âSo, are we taking a selfie, or do I need to get the waterworks going?â
That was⌠well, that was kind of funny, Roy decided. Funny enough that he didnât argue with her, at least. Instead, he shrugged and leaned in close, reminding himself that he was supposed to look like he was interested in this woman, after all. âTake the fucking picture then,â he grumbled, mostly good-naturedly.
Almost as if she understood that this was as friendly a response as Roy Kent could give, she opened her camera. Roy was amused at the image on the screen; she had a nice smile, he admitted to himself. It was the same one he saw on album covers, the same one she offered the Greyhounds, the same one she flashed the paparazzi. Just cheesy enough to be endearing, while still holding something glamorous. Looking at the image of that smile, Roy didnât have much choice but to give his own closed grin, coming out cool and cocky-looking, the way one would expect a retired athlete to smile with a beautiful popstar.
She quickly snapped a couple of pictures before lowering her phone, chuckling as she sent one to what Roy assumed was a family group chat. âThanks,â she murmured, giving Roy a nod. âLike I said, theyâre finally almost impressed with me.â
The gears in Royâs head turned for a moment. âCould you send me that?â he heard himself ask. When she tilted her head at him, he cleared his throat. âMy niece, sheâs⌠a fan. And if I show her that picture, sheâs going to absolutely lose her shit.â
âAnything to make a kid lose their shit.â She quickly tapped away on her mobile; Royâs own phone buzzed a moment later. âShe your only niece?â When Roy only stared at her blankly, she shrugged. âMight as well learn some shit about each other, if weâre going to be dating.â
âRight,â Roy breathed, again noting how fucking close she was sitting. âYeah, sheâs my only niece. Itâs just me, my sister, and her.â After a moment, he realized she was waiting for him to ask her a question. âAnd youâve got⌠brothers?â
She nodded, relaxing into her seat, shoulder grazing Royâs arm. âFour brothers and a sister,â she added. âIâve got one younger brother, everyone else is older. And Iâve gotâŚâ She counted on her fingers for a moment. âEight nieces and nephews. My oldest niece just turned fifteen this year. Weâre having her quinceaĂąera this summer.â
âThatâs the big fucking party, right? I remember Dani going back to Mexico for his cousinâs birthday, it looked like a fucking wedding.â
Her raised eyebrows looked almost impressed. âYeah. Iâm pretty excited to go home for it.â She paused, thoughtfulness crossing her face. âWeâll probably still be together,â she murmured. Her eyes were unreadable.
âKeeleyâll probably make me go then,â Roy grumbled. âFucking hate flying all the way to the States.â
âAnd weâll have to go to all the way to Los Angeles,â she added with a dry chuckle. âEleven hours stuck on a plane together, there and back. Can you imagine anything worse?â
Royâs eyes flittered across the restaurant to Keeley, who sat cozily with Rebecca, giggling and chattering. His chest ached, reminding him that, if Keeley asked, heâd spend twenty-four hours on a plane with this woman, no hesitation. Heâd do fucking anything for Keeley.
With a sigh, he shook his head. âNo,â he agreed. âI fucking canât.â
~
âCrown and Anchor,â I mumbled to myself as I read the sign over the pub Roy had suggested we meet at. Keeley has urged us to go ahead with our first âpublic outingâ; sheâd left it up to us, but suggested something low-key enough to look real, as if we werenât trying to catch peopleâs attention. After I offered to let him pick the spot, Roy had texted me the address of some pub not too far from the stadium; apparently, heâd be coming straight from work.
Sure enough, when I found him at the bar, he was wearing what I assumed was his âcoaching uniformâ: Greyhounds shirt, track pants that hugged his thighs, and sneakers. He nodded when he saw me, hand wrapped around the beer he was already half finished with.
Ignoring the stares of a small group seated at a table behind Roy, I leaned into Roy, relieved that he immediately wrapped me in a one-armed hug- a casual, friendly gesture, perfect for two people just starting a romance. He took my arm to help me onto the stool beside him and gestured to the barkeep, an older woman who eyed me carefully.
âYouâre-â She stopped, raising her eyebrows at Roy. âGood for you, Roy Kent.â She leaned on the counter, offering a friendly smile. âWhat can I get you, love?â
I eyed Royâs half-finished drink. âIâll have what heâs having.â
With a smile, the barkeep quickly poured me my own beer and placed it in front of me. Roy absently tapped his glass to mine with a small clink! before taking a long drink.
âTough day of training?â I teased before sipping my own glass; shit, would I ever get used to drinking beer that wasnât ice-cold?
He shrugged, eyes focused on the amber liquid in his glass. âLong is more like it,â he grumbled. âEspecially now that the idiots are smirking and winking at me all the time, giving me looks like they fucking know something.â Roy narrowed his eyes at me, almost playfully. âItâs all your fault, you know.â
âMy apologies,â I huffed, trying not to laugh at his stony expression. My eyes landed on the darts on one end of the bar; Royâs gaze followed.
âWant to play?â he asked, chugging the last of his beer and motioning for the barkeep to pour him another one. âKeeley said shit like playing games looks cute in photos.â
The word cute did not seem like one that should be coming out of Roy Kentâs mouth, but I ignored how humorous it sounded. âI donât know how to play,â I admitted. âWe used to have a dart board when I was a kid, but after my brother got hit in the arm, my mom made my dad take it down.â
Roy stared at me for a moment, studying me. âI could teach you.â He shrugged. âIf you like.â
I glanced at the dart board. âWhy the fuck not?â
With a hmmph, Roy grabbed our beers and led me over to the game, setting our drinks on a nearby table before grabbing the darts. He handed me one, careful not to let our fingers brush. âGo on,â he said, nodding to the dart board. âWant to see what Iâm fucking working with.â
I stared at the dart in my hand, wincing at the embarrassment I was about to endure and preparing myself for the expletives and mockery that would surely come out of Roy Kentâs mouth. Finally, trying to reach back over twenty years in my memory to the last time I had thrown a dart, I reached back and gave what I hoped was an acceptable toss; I groaned when I saw the dart bounce off the wall far from the target and fall pathetically to the ground.
Roy retrieved the dart wordlessly and returned, mouth in a straight line as he stared at me harshly. âYouâre the one that fucking hit your brother, arenât you?â
Setting my face as expressionless as his, I folded my arms. âNo comment.â
A smirk almost broke through. âYour publicist has you well-trained,â he quipped as he handed me the dart. âBetter show you how itâs done before you fucking kill someone.â His eyes zeroed in on the dart in my hand for a moment before he cleared his throat. âHere, stand like this.â
Roy stood next to me, motioning for me to adjust my feet. After I mirrored his stance, he turned to stand behind me, hesitating before taking my hand, the one I held the dart in. When I turned my face to his, he was gazing at me with raised eyebrows.
âThis alright?â he whispered.
I nodded, holding back the urge to gulp. âAnything for the cameras,â I joked, forcing my body to relax against his. âGet ready to trend on Twitter, Kent.â
With a hmmph, Roy pressed his chest to my back, his body warm and weirdly comfortable, and lifted my hand. âAnd you pull back like this,â he breathed. âAndâŚâ He moved my arm in a swift motion. â⌠Release.â
The dart hit the board only about an inch away from the dead center.
âHoly shit!â I squeaked, pretending I didnât see the young couple in the corner of the pub pointing their phones in our direction. âRoy!â I jumped into his arms, acting as though learning to throw a dart was some lifelong dream.
âWhat the fuck are you-â
âIn the corner,â I hissed in his ear. âTheyâre recording us. Act cute.â
Grunting, Roy wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug that lifted me off my feet, keeping his hands on my hips once he set me down. âThink you could do it on your own now?â He furrowed his brows and lowered his voice. âOr should we do that again?â
I thought for a moment. âProbably one more time,â I said quietly. âFor the camera.â
âFor the camera,â Roy agreed, letting me go so he could grab another dart to hand to me. âRight, so stand like beforeâŚâ
Once again, his chest felt warm pressed against me, his heartbeat thumping against my back. When he took my hand in his, I observed how large his hand looked around mine, realizing Iâd be holding it a lot in the coming weeks. Just like before, Roy pulled my hand back and guided it, instructing me when to let go. This time, my dart landed dead center.
In spite of myself, I turned to Roy with a giant grin. âFucking bullseye, Kent!â
He wore a crooked smirk and held up his hand for a high-five. âNot bad,â he hummed as I slapped his palm. âReady to try it on your own?â
Playing darts with Roy Kent wasnât the worst way to spend an evening, I conceded. We sipped beer and took turns throwing darts, with Roy giving me pointers now that I was throwing on my own; he even admitted that I was a quick learner. In between throws, weâd glance up at the television playing soccer highlights; Roy mumbled about the men running around on the screen, telling me a bit about the players he knew, the ones he tolerated and the ones he hated. I listened carefully, realizing that, if I was going to be âdatingâ a soccer legend, I should know a thing or two about the game. I should also try to start calling it âfootballâ, I thought to myself.
âAlright,â I declared after posting a photo to my Instagram, per Keeley's instructions. âIâm going to the restroom, when I get back, we play to see whoâs paying the tab.â
It was the closest thing Iâd seen to a full smile all night. âYouâre fucking on. And Iâm ordering another pint, because youâre paying.â
I rolled my eyes playfully and waved as I headed towards the restrooms. Shit, I thought to myself. Iâm actually enjoying myself.
As I washed my hands before returning to the bar, I tilted my head at my reflection. Tonight was kind of fun, I admitted. Maybe, just maybe, Roy Kent and I could actually be friends. Maybe these next few months of fake-dating didnât have to be complete torture. Maybe weâd have a good time hanging out and spending time together. Maybe-
Despite all my grumblings about this plan, I grinned at Roy as I approached him at the dartboard, where he leaned against the wall and frowned at his phone. When he didnât look up, I cleared my throat.
âReady to lose?â I teased.
Finally, Roy looked up at me. âHmm?â After a moment, he shook his head and downed the rest of his beer. âI should head home,â he grumbled, slamming his glass onto the table. âGot fucking training in the morning. Early morning training with fucking Tartt.â
I glanced at my watch. âItâs only sev-â
âI said I should head home,â he repeated, wrinkling his nose. âAlready paid the tab.â Without another word, he placed his hand on my lower back and steered me out of the pub, pausing only to offer a half-hearted wave to the barkeep, who smiled warmly at us on our way out the door.
âWhat the fuck, Kent?â I hissed as we stood on the curb in front of a giant black car. âDid something happen? I thought-â
The man growled and fished a set of keys out of his pocket. âIâm fucking old,â he muttered. âI have a bedtime on worknights. Get used to it.â He nodded to the monstrous vehicle behind him. âDâyou need a ride home?â
Resisting the urge to fold my arms across my chest defiantly, I shook my head. âI can walk,â I mumbled. âOr call a car if I get sick of walking.â
âFine.â
It felt like hours as we stared at each other, Royâs lips parted as if he were about to speak. Finally, I nodded curtly, trying to keep my own expression relaxed, as if the man hadnât just done a complete 180 in the time it took me to use the restroom.
âIâm going to kiss your cheek,â I whispered as I took a tiny step towards him. âSince this was a date and all.â
âFine,â he repeated, leaning towards me.
Just like at the club, my lips brushed against his warm cheek, his beard tickling my face. I flashed him my best smile, the one I usually saved for men I actually liked.
âGoodnight, Kent,â I managed, taking a step back.
He nodded brusquely, not quite meeting my eye. âGoodnight.â
With that, he climbed into his car and drove off, leaving me on the curb with a few questions and a long walk home.
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Roy stared at his phone as he walked into the Dog Track, as if he thought that doing so would change the Tweet that had distracted him the night before. While waiting for his âdateâ to return from the loo, heâd scrolled aimlessly on the app, looking for anything interesting in football news. When he saw the post with two names he knew all too well, his stomach had dropped.
He and Jamie Tartt didnât have any sort of agreement, per se. But they both seemed to respect each otherâs feelings for Keeley ever since the night they showed up on her porch and were properly scolded. The three of them had formed a close friendship, one that seemed to center mostly around doting on Phoebe and avoiding any mentions of dating and romance. Sure, Roy knew that Keeley and Jamie hung out sometimes, just like Jamie knew Roy and Keeley did the same. But seeing it online, linked with the idea of the two getting back together, had Roy gritting his teeth as he entered the already chatty changing room.
Despite knowing this conversation was better suited for a pub with some beers than their place of work- where Roy was Jamieâs boss- Roy made his way over to Jamie, who looked up at the manager with something close to awkwardness on his pretty face.
âMorninâ, Coach,â Jamie hummed.
Roy had cancelled their training that morning; Jamie was smart enough to know why.
âYou two back together?â Royâs voice was low and even. It scared Jamie and the eavesdropping Greyounds more than any shouting and swearing would.
Jamie furrowed his brows and shook his head gingerly. ââCourse not.â He nodded to Royâs phone, its screen opened to a photo of the two exes sharing a dessert. âJust friends, Coach. She had some brand deal she thought Iâd be interested in, I was hungry, so we grabbed a bite. I promise, Iâd tell ya if anything was going to happen.â He paused, pouting a little. âBesides, youâve moved on, havenât ya? Saw some photos of you two playing darts and shit.â
Oh. Fuck. Roy shrugged, praying his face was relaxed. âWeâre friends,â he mumbled. âFucking getting to know each other. Thatâs all.â
âIn that case-â Jamieâs bravado returned, reminding Roy of the arrogant prick heâd met when Jamie first came to Richmond. His eyes were bright with teasing, and he did that stupid tongue flick that made Roy want to puke. âPut in a good word for me, yeah?â
Roy couldnât help scoffing, telling himself it had everything to do with Jamie and nothing to do with the topic at hand. âWhy the fuck dâyou think sheâd be interested in you?â
Tarttâs smirk widened as he winked at his obviously spying teammates. âShe said it herself, didnât she? That boyish look that I like in a man?â He gestured at his own face. âBeautiful and boyish, right here.â
Before Roy could even think, he bared his teeth at the striker, not aware of the way his fists were clenched at his sides. âMaybe sheâs done with boys,â he all but spat. âMaybe she wants a real man.â
Jamie threw his hands up in surrender, eyes widening as he took in Royâs reddening face. âOi, Coach,â he chuckled, clearly trying to ease the tension. âI was just teasing. If you like the girl, just say so. You donât have to go all caveman on me.â
All eyes in the changing room were on Roy, who took a step back; he hadnât realized he was practically nose to nose with Tartt. He gave a little nod, not quite meeting the strikerâs eye. âRight,â was all he could manage.
Satisfied that he had escaped another love triangle, Jamie gave Royâs arm a friendly punch. âNow, next time you see her, could you ask about that assistant of hers? What was her name? May? April? She was fucking fit.â
Roy blinked at Jamie, barely registering what heâd just said. Instead, he sulked into his office, wondering where the fuck that little snap had come from. Probably still thinking about Jamieâs dinner with Keeley, he reasoned. That must be it. It had everything to do with Keeley and nothing to do with Jamie- or anyone else, for that matter.
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I Wanna Be Your Man
Characters: Steve Harrington x reader
Summary:Â Amidst playful banter at a High School basketball game, Steve might just find his feelings for you arenât as unrequited as he believed.
Word Count: 1066 word
Prompt: Sports Game. Wearing their hoodie. Seeing them with kids/baby. âDonât You Dare.â
A/N: This is the final part of my Build-A-Festive-Fics and this one is a little birthday gift to myself. Thank you to all of you who have sent in prompts and to all who have read my ramblings. I hope you all have a very happy festive period.
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The final game of the year, the high school gymnasium buzzed with infectious holiday spirit as a throng of enthusiastic attendees filled the space. The gymnasium, adorned with twinkling lights and tinsel, emitted a warm glow that added a touch of magic to the atmosphere that heightened the anticipation in the air.
The bleachers were filled with excited spectators, donned in a kaleidoscope of red and green attire, while Santa hats and jingling bells added a playful touch to the crowd. The cheerleading squad energetically led the crowd in spirited cheers, their voices harmonizing with the gentle beats of holiday tunes playing softly in the background. The polished hardwood court shimmered under the brilliant glow of the arena lights, setting the stage for an exhilarating showdown. As both home and away players mentally prepared for the game, even the basketball itself seemed to radiate with a hint of festive enchantment, enhancing the overall sense of excitement and celebration in the gymnasium.
Your gaze swept across the lively crowd, and a gentle smile played on your lips as you identified your friends amidst the sea of faces. Ascending the steps toward them, the familiar sound of good-natured bickering reached your ears, a customary occurrence at these events. The intricate dance of negotiations to secure preferred seating arrangements unfolded before you, a complex strategy that often bordered on chaos, presided over by Steve Harrington. Even Dustin passionately defending his stance on avoiding the end of a row, did not diminish the buoyancy of your mood.
"For the last time, just plant yourself in a seat," Steve huffed, his patience wearing thin as he attempted to corral five spirited teenagers.
"I'll take the end, no big deal. You know I'm not picky about where I sit," you grinned, your arrival causing Steve's frustrated expression to morph into a charming smile.
"Absolutely not. I don't want you getting stuck on the steps when these goofballs start shoving each other," he yielded, stepping aside to let you claim the seat next to the end before finally settling down beside you.
"Hey there, hope these troublemakers haven't been giving you too much grief," you chuckled, playfully nudging your shoulder against his in the snug space.
"Nothing I can't handle."
"Of course not, you're the best babysitter in Hawkins," you teased, prompting an eye roll from Steve.
"Hey, look! It's Lucas!" Max blurted out, enthusiastically pointing to her boyfriend on the court and waving with gusto.
The game started and you were caught up in the electrifying energy of the court. Meanwhile, Steve found himself captivated by you, pleasantly distracted by your presence. His gaze couldn't help but gravitate toward you, a tender, goofy smile dancing on his lips. His feelings for you had been simmering for quite some time, yet the shift from friendship to something more eluded him.
Lucas nailed a three-pointer, prompting the Hawkins High crowd to erupt into cheers, and everyone leapt to their feet in excitement. "That was an insane shot!" you exclaimed, turning to Steve, who had seemingly missed the spectacular basket, his attention wholly fixated on you.
"The kid's good," he acknowledged with a nod, making a deliberate effort to redirect his gaze towards the court.
The game raced on at a frantic pace, maintaining its intensity, and Hawkins High found themselves with a narrow lead as the halftime approached. As soon as the whistle blew, Dustin hurried off to the bathroom, while Mike and Will made a beeline for refreshments, leaving Elle and Max engrossed in animated conversation about Lucas's stellar performance.
As you and Steve rose to allow the others to pass, he observed you shivering. Despite the gymnasium's warmth, you had shed your thick winter coat and sat there in just a thin t-shirt.
"Here," he said softly, swiftly removing his hoodie and extending it toward you as the two of you settled back into your seats.
"Thanks. I thought I'd be okay, but there's a draft in here or something."
"Don't worry about it. I was getting hot anyway."
"Yeah, you were," you teased, injecting a hint of flirtation into your words. His cheeks warmed as he observed you slipping into his hoodie, the sight of you wearing his clothes sending his heart into a rapid rhythm.
He didn't get a chance to respond, though, as a small kid, no more than six years old, stumbled on the steps beside him, accidentally spilling his drink, which ended up partly on Steve and mostly on the floor.
"Shit." Steve sprang to his feet, the cold soda seeping into his jeans. Instead of immediately attending to his own predicament, he bent down to check on the kid. "You okay, buddy? No injuries? We can fix a spilled drink."
Observing this interaction and then witnessing Steve help the boy back to his parents stirred a warm feeling within you. His kindness shone through, and while other guys his age might have grumbled at the inconvenience, he made sure the child was okay.
"How are you single?" you asked playfully, handing him some tissues from your coat pocket as he returned to his seat.
"I guess I'm just not good at the whole 'dating' thing," he shrugged bashfully.
"I'm not buying that. I swear I saw at least three girls swoon when you took care of that kid."
"You did? Which ones? I should go talk to them," he grinned, showing no intention of leaving your side.
"Don't you dare," you chuckled, narrowing your eyes at him in mock warning.
Whatever he was about to say in response was lost as Dustin, Will, and Mike returned, prompting the two of you to once again rise to your feet to let them pass. Determined not to lose the connection that had been building between you, Steve smoothly slipped his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side. He purposefully avoided meeting your gaze, focusing on the game as it started up again. As he felt you subtly lean into him, it became clear that you weren't upset with his spontaneous move, causing his heart to race with a mix of nervous excitement and contentment.
Years from now, Steve couldn't recall the exact score of the game, but he certainly remembered every detail about you. It was a day etched in his memory, marking the moment he decided to seize the opportunity and finally ask you out.
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To Forgive or Not To Forgive, That Is The Question
Part two of âShould I Stay or Should I goâ
Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!OC
Warnings: some fluff, some angst, Mark being his usual handsome self.
Thank you for reading & Enjoy!
It had been exactly one month since Mark Sloan officially started working at Seattle Grace and honestly it has been the worst few weeks of my entire existence. My head and heart were all over the place, at war with each other whenever I saw, thought of, spoke to, or worked with Mark.
The more logical, realistic side of me was angry and hurt, betrayed that I had no choice but to work side by side on some cases with the man who had left both my daughter and I when we needed him the most. The emotional, more physical side of my brain couldnât stop from preening whenever Mark complimented me or flirted with me. He once placed a hand on my waist to squeeze by from behind me I could swear that the entire hallway heard the how loud my fucking heart was beating.
I tried my hardest to be the bitch I needed to be to deter him. I would glare and roll my eyes, snap back and avoid Mark at all costs. But of course, somehow the largest hospital in Seattle had become smaller than your average kindergarten classroom. I couldnât avoid Mark Sloan no matter how hard I tried.
I was currently standing at a nurses station, flipping through a chart while Callie stood next to me, signing a few papers. Cristina Yang was crunching on chips in front of us when she let out a low whistle. Callie and I turned our attention to her when she nodded her head towards the end of the hall. There Mark stood as he chatted with Derek, in scrubs and a lab coat. The men were whispering about something, and Mark let out a laugh, throwing his head back. Callie let out a breathy laugh of her own.
âDamn heâs hot,â she said, and Cristina hummed in response. I rolled my eyes but couldnât take my eyes from Markâs silhouette. They werenât wrong, Mark was hot. So very fucking hot. ButâŚhe fucked up. And I couldnât forgive him. I shouldnât forgive him. Right?
âHeâs alright, I guess. But heâs an ass,â I said nonchalantly and forced my eyes back to the chart in front of me.
Cristina snorted and continued to munch on her chips.
âSure, but thatâs a fine ass he has,â she chuckled and Callie laughed along with her, agreeing. I looked up to shush them but my eyes connected with Markâs from across the hall and I stuttered. Make gave me his signature smile, eyes gentle, before turning back to Derek. Callie and Cristina turned around to stop themselves from giggling. Controlling my blush I closed my patients folder and slapped Callieâs arm with that same folder.
âYou two are horrible. Just horrible,â I mumbled at them before I walked away.
ââ
The day continued and Mark always seemed to be in my peripheral vision. Everywhere I went, he was there. Whether he was with a patient or chatting with one of our coworkers, Mark Sloan was never more than 40 steps away from me at any given moment.
I reached my breaking point before lunch.
âOh for fucks sake,â I muttered to myself when I saw Mark chatting with Alex Karev, MY intern for the month. I marched to both men and cleared my throat.
âMark, can I speak to you for a second?â I bit out, doing my best to remain civil.
âUh yeah, sure. Of course. Karev, Iâll see you later,â Mark nodded at Alex before turning to me, a friendly smile on his face.
âMark, what are you doing?â I sighed, tired of all the emotional whiplash. Mark looked at me, seemingly genuinely confused.
âWhat do you mean? Karev? I was just chatting with him-â
âNo,â I cut him off. âWhat are you doing here, in Seattle? At this hospital? Youâre one of the best plastic surgeons in the country and you had to come to the one hospital I work at?â
Mark gave me a small, sheepish smile.
âIn my defense, this is the number one trauma center in the west cost and Richard Webber really did give me an offer I couldnât refuse. But the main reason? You know the main reason, Lise. I came to apologize. What I did was wrong. So fucking wrong,â Mark sighed, and the use of a nickname I hadnât heard in a long time did not go unnoticed by me. I let him continue.
âI will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you and to our baby girl. I was young and dumb and I know that those arenât excuses, but you have to believe me when I say that I want nothing more in this world right now than to be with you and to finally meet my daughter.â Markâs eyes pleaded with mine and I could see the sincerity within them.
But I couldnât bring myself to forgive him right away.
âMark, you broke me. I was ready to start a family with you. And you just ripped my heart out and stomped on it. IâŚIâm not sure I can just forgive you like that,â I said, my heart clenching at the thought of us being a family again. I didnât notice the hot tear sliding down my face until Markâs hands cupped both of my cheeks, his thumb brushing the stray tear away.
âIâm sorry Lise. Iâm so sorry baby. I will spend the rest of my entire fucking existence trying to earn your trust back, if youâll let me. I want to do right by you and our baby girl. I know what Iâm signing up for here. And Iâm willing. Please, just let me try to prove myself to you. I want to be the one who makes you happy again,â Mark pleaded, his own eyes watering with desperation. I reached up and grabbed both of his wrists in my hands before staring into those beautiful blue eyes of his.
After what felt like an eternity, I nodded.
âYou get ONE chance. This is it, Mark. You fuck this up and we are DONE for good. You donât get to talk to me or see our daughter. You disappear from the fucking face of the earth and leave us alone. Do you hear me?â I said. Last time, I let logic and reasoning rule my heartbreak. This time I was willing to let emotion take over. I was still raw from the heartbreak but I guess I loved Mark Sloan more than I was willing to admit.
Markâs eyes widened and he smiled, squeezing my face in his hands just a touch and leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes at the sensation, opening them back up once Mark had pulled away.
âYou wonât be disappointed baby, I promise.â
Part Three� ;)
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Working on Part 2 of âShould I Stay or Should I Goâ, and hoping to have it out by tonight if I donât get too distracted lmfao Thank you to those who have been patiently waiting â¤ď¸
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Roy Kent Fluff
Pairing: Roy Kent x Reader
Warnings: So much fluff, itâs sick
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The spring breeze felt like heaven across my cheeks as I watched the game unfold before my eyes. Roy stood close behind me, his left arm wrapped around my shoulders lovingly, his elbow by my chin. He continues to chat with Ms. Bowen, and I unconsciously lean forward to place a kiss on his forearm, his arm hair tickling my lips. I had the ridiculous urge to bite him playfully, but I settled for reaching both of my hands up and placing them on his forearm, keeping him in place.
The conversation between Roy and Phoebeâs teacher dwindled as the game continued, the girls running back and forth across the tiny school field as they chased the ball. I let out a whoop of excitement when Phoebe kicked the ball towards the goal. Roy pressed a kiss to my temple, his arm squeezing me to him gently. His lips were warm against my skin and my heart fluttered in my chest. I looked up at him as he towered over me, and offered him a sweet smile.
âMs Bowen fancies you, you know.â I teased as the teacher walked away to speak with other parents and family members. Royâs eyebrow ticked up as he smirked, and I nuzzled further back into his embrace.
âNo she does not,â he replied but we both knew he was being facetious. Roy turned his attention to the game when the school referee blew the halftime whistle and the girls were sent back to their coaches at the other side of the field. Phoebe turned to look at us and both Roy and I gave her a wave and a thumbs up. She waved back enthusiastically before catching up with the rest of her team.
âOh yes she does,â I pressed on. âI donât blame her though. Have you SEEN yourself?â I pretended to swoon and leaned back to look up at him again. Roy ignored me and I continued on.
âYouâre the fucking hottest uncle here! Youâre rugged, sexy, sweet with the children, not to mention fun, adorableâŚhave I said sexy? Hot as fuck too,â I rambled playfully, watching as Roy fought the grin attempting to break free, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning red as he blushed.
âAlright alright, fuck off, thatâs enough,â he grunted, pulling me in closer and this time leaning down to rest his chin on my head. His one arm was still around my shoulders and he placed his other hand on waist.
âItâs true! And donât even get me started on you with a full fucking beard,â I leaned in closer, conspiratorially. âIf I think about it hard enough Iâm pretty sure I might cum,â I whispered and Roy barked out a laugh.
âYouâre such a fucking little shit,â he growled playfully, and dug his fingers into my right side. I let out a little squeak before giggling, trying to squirm away from his hold. After a few more seconds of torture, Roy relented, chuckling along with me as I tried to catch my breath. Roy placed another sweet kiss on my temple, his voice by my ear.
âShe can fancy me all she fucking wants. Sheâs not the one for me,â he exhaled, and the smile I could hear in his voice most definitely matched the one I was wearing. I turned my head towards him again and my heart fluttered at the way Royâs eyes bore into mine, his stare full of amusement and love. We were in our own bubble, surrounded by chatting parents and cheering children. Roy leaned forward and I met him halfway, as our lips connected in a soft kiss. We broke apart shortly after, only to be met with Phoebe and her team mates screaming our names to us in a chant from across the field.
â-K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage!!â
The girls laughed and cheered, some even making âOooooohâ sounds before Roy rolled his eyes at them.
âOi, focus on the game you little pricks! Ref, blow the fucking whistle!â
I nudged Roy with my elbow at his use of profanity, but most of the parents didnât say a word, too busy being enamored at having THE Roy Kent in their presence.
âUncle Roy, thatâs another quid for my swear jar!â Phoebe called out.
âYeah, alright, just put it on my tab!â He replied back loudly so she could hear him.
âOkay! Can we get ice cream later?â
âYeah, okay fine!â Roy nodded before glaring at the referee who immediately blew the whistle, starting the clock. Phoebe had the biggest smile on her face before jumping right back into the game. I found myself laughing and Roy sighed.
âDonât sigh, you love this,â I smiled up at him and he nodded back.
âI do,â he agreed, giving me a rare 100-watt smile.
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honestly, idk how people who don't read fanfiction live. i can't imagine a day without reading my silly little bedtime stories.
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Roy sitting in the karaoke bar with Keeley is my favorite Roy sceneÂ
vibing to Wonderwall is a mood
sheâs clearly telling him âRebeccaâs going to sing!â
and itâs hard to catch but in the first couple of frames here, right after that, his eyes are like WHAT
the fact that he definitely knows the words to everything from Frozen because of Phoebe â¤ď¸
and clapping for Rebecca like sheâs a fuckin rock star (she is)!!!
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This is EVERYTHING. I can already tell that our Roy is gonna be the first to fall but for fucks sake when he smirked at her from across the field?????
AND WHEN HIS HAND WAS ON HER BACK AND THEN SUBCONSCIOUSLY FOUND ITSELF CLOSER TO HER BUM
Canât wait for part 3 đĽšđĽš
And All the Pieces Fall Right Into Place
I'll Write Your Name Chapter 2
Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader
3.7k words
Warnings: Language, adults drinking adult things, a smidge of slut-shaming, sexual references, immature adults, Roy being Roy
Holi Dani! Iâm back in town. Letâs get together tonight! I miss you!
Under Aprilâs watchful eye, I typed my text to Dani Rojas and hit send. I knew full well that the Greyhounds had a game; Keeley Jones had sent me their schedule, after all. Step one of the most insane idea in the world was officially in motion.
âRemember, you canât seem too desperate,â April reminded me as we lounged in my living room. âWe donât want it to be obvious that youâre fishing for an invite. Just be really subtle, like âOh you have a match? Wow Iâve never been to one.â You know?â
I nodded. âYeah, I know, I know.â
Bzz!
Daniâs quick response would have been surprising if it was anyone else; but Dani Rojas was the friendliest, most accommodating person I knew. Since we first met at a party for some tequila brand back in L.A., Dani and I immediately clicked. Our paths crossed frequently enough in London, and I considered him one of my favorite people in England. We bonded over our shared desire to find good pan dulce in London and how much we missed our big, crazy families when we were away. It wouldnât be too hard to finagle an invitation to his game, right?
Aww chula, I wish! Iâve got a fĂştbol match tonight.
Just as I was crafting a text that would score me a ticket to Nelson Road, another message came in.
You should come!
âWell, shit,â I laughed, showing April my screen. âThat was almost too easy.â
My assistant- sidekick and soulmate, I preferred to call her- chuckled and started typing on her own phone. âIâll let Keeley and Lanie know that our mission is complete. And Iâll take care of getting your ticket. All you have to worry about now is looking hot and having a good meet-cute.â She paused, pursing her lips. âYou and Kent⌠you two can flirt with each other, right?â
âThe heckâs that supposed to mean?â I snorted as I texted Dani back, letting him know that I would love to go to his game.
She shrugged. âYou two just didnât seem to like each other very much.â Her matter-of-fact tone held no emotion. âYouâre going to have to pull some Daniel Day-Lewis level acting for this to work.â April grinned at me. âI mean, your goal is to get an EGOT, right? Maybe your Oscar will be for acting.â
I couldnât help but chuckle as Dani texted me back, all excitement. âWell, just call me Meryl, because thatâs how good my acting will have to be to get people to think Iâm into someone like Roy Kent.â
Aprilâs face softened. âYouâve gotta admit,â she said slowly, âheâs pretty cute.â
âCute?â I rolled my eyes. âI mean, sure, I could see how he could be considered handsome by some people. I could totally see him with models and shit. But if youâre worried about me falling for the guy, donât stress.â I slouched further into my couch. âNo way in hell am I falling for Roy freaking Kent.â
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Keeley grinned and showed her phone to Roy. âShe got Dani to invite her!â she hissed to the manager as they ate lunch together in his office. âEverythingâs going according to plan.â
âYeah,â Roy muttered flatly as he poked at his food. âGreat.â
What the fuck had he gotten himself into? He hated this kind of shit, the paparazzi and attention. And he hated her party-girl lifestyle, always out at clubs. And what the fuck were they supposed to talk about on the dates Keeley would surely make them go on? He liked football, hanging out with Phoebe, reading⌠What did she like? Flirting with scrawny rockstars? Stealing her best friendâs boyfriend (according to the tabloid heâd noticed at the store that morning)? Her Malibu Barbie Dreamhouse, or wherever it was she lived when she was in Los Angeles? And he was going to have to endure months of this. Fucking hell.
But it was for Keeley, he reminded himself as he watched the blonde munch happily on her salad. Sheâd asked him to do something, something she knew heâd hate, and he said âyesâ without complaint. That had to mean something, right? Surely that would earn him a few points with her, maybe even enough to forget about the whole âpick oneâ shit he and Jamie had pulled. Sheâd definitely see how above and beyond Roy was willing to go for her and remember why she had loved him, wouldnât she?
Besides, seeing him with an admittedly gorgeous popstar on his arm might even make Keeley a smidge jealous.
âItâs gonna work.â Keeleyâs reassuring voice penetrated his thoughts. âI know it is. You wouldnât believe whoâs gotten away with this scheme. You know that actor from-â
Iâm drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar
Roy stood, frowning in the direction of the suddenly bolstering changing room. âWhat the fuck is that?â
Keeley grinned as she hopped up and followed his gaze to the sight of Jamie and Colin and a few other guys shaking their hips and singing along. âYour new girlfriend,â she whispered with a wink. âCome on, Roy, you know this one. It was only her big hit last summer.â
âHmmph.â Yeah, he recognized the catchy tune that still seemed to always be on the radio all these months later; Phoebeâd made him play it about twenty times in the car just that week. But why the fuck was his team screeching it while they got ready for their afternoon training?
Jamieâs smile widened at the sight of Roy and Keeley. âOi! Did ya hear Daniâs news?â
âWhatâs up?â Keeley asked, as if she didnât know exactly what Jamie was about to say.
Sure enough, Jamie pointed in the direction of Colinâs little speaker, where the music was blasting from. âSheâs cominâ! To our game tonight!â He looked just about ready to do a cartwheel. âApparently, she and Dani are buddies, and he invited her to watch us! Can you believe it?â
âYouâre kidding!â Keeley gasped convincingly, smacking Jamie on the arm. âHow the fuck did he never tell us theyâre friends?â She glanced at Roy before turning back to Jamie. âDâyou reckon heâll get her to go out with you boys tonight? Or is she too famous for our little Greyhounds?â
Richard appeared over Jamieâs shoulder. âI hope so,â he sighed. âShe recently broke up with her boyfriend.â He waggled his eyebrows. âSheâll be looking for a rebound, no?â
Roy rolled his eyes. Shit, was this going to be an even bigger distraction than he thought, he realized. For the millionth time since he stood in Keeleyâs office and signed the NDA, Roy was regretting this decision. But when he saw the excitement shining in Keeleyâs eyes as she watched the Greyhounds dance around, he couldnât help the soft sigh he let out.
Fuck, he hoped it was worth it.
~
I took one last look in the mirror. Little jean skirt, black leather jacket, boots. April had assured me that the outfit was perfect: casual enough for a game, stylish enough for a night out with the team, hot enough to catch the attention of Roy Kent. Or at least, look like Iâd caught the attention of Roy Kent.
The car ride to Nelson Road was quicker than Iâd expected, and the walk to my seat was a blur of phones taking photos and my name gasped out of peopleâs mouths. I wondered if, with all the time Iâd be spending at Nelson Road in the coming weeks, the reaction would die down. Or if, like Keeley Jones had implied towards the end of our first meeting, my presence would lead to a spike in attendance.
She seemed to be hoping for the latter, because she made sure my seat was very visible: right by the pitch, close to the Greyhoundsâ dugout. Even if I wasnât the biggest soccer fan, I had to admit it was exciting being so close to the field; I quickly snapped a few pictures to send to my family, who would appreciate the view much more than I ever could.
When the team came out, I joined in the enthusiastic cheers and screams, shouting Daniâs name loudly. His face lit up when he spotted me, and I saw him nudging his teammates and pointing in my direction. Keeley had warned me about their reactions; indeed, they were grabbing each other and making faces similar to the ones my nephew made when he saw Mickey Mouse on his first trip to Disneyland.
âWhistle!â
The two syllables slammed against my ears. There he was, no longer in the black leather jacket Iâd met him in, but instead wearing a dark blue Greyhounds jacket. One of the players- Jamie Tartt, I remembered- started animatedly talking to a very bored-looking Roy Kent. With one of those eyerolls that I knew Iâd have to get used to seeing, he turned in my direction.
Despite my initial instinct to roll my own eyes, I instead forced myself to hold his gaze for a moment. A horrified thought suddenly struck me: Could Roy Kent pull this off?
Then his mouth tugged upwards in the corner, forming an admittedly sexy little smirk. In return, I let my eyes wander down his figure, taking in the way his jacket hugged his muscular arms and the way his pants hugged thick thighs. Damn. If I hadnât already met him, if I hadnât already discovered what a cranky and irritable grouch Roy Kent was, Iâd probably be attracted to his smug expression and athletic build. He wasnât my usual type, but I couldnât deny that he was, frankly, kind of gorgeous.
He gave me a curt nod of acknowledgement before turning back to his team and shouting at them, his sharp yell reminding me that I was here for a reason. Remembering Keeleyâs instructions, I pulled out my phone and snapped a couple of photos of the pitch, making sure to get Roy and the other Greyhounds in the frame. I quickly posted the picture to my social media and tagged Dani in it, as Keeley had suggested.
With the âofficial businessâ out of the way, I relaxed in my seat and prepared to at least appear to look like I was enjoying the game. Figuring that there were eyes and cameras pointed in my direction, I made myself steal several glances at Roy Kent; he must have been thinking the same thing, because more than once, he was already looking over at me.
~
Roy sighed when he looked over at the corner where most of the Richmond players were assembled, practically falling over themselves to get in a word with her.
It was a bit perplexing, honestly. These men were professional athletes. They regularly dated models and actresses. But this singer, this popstar, had them falling all over themselves trying to chat her up. Sure, Roy thought, her level of fame was pretty fucking impressive. Sheâd won a couple of Grammys, her songs were constantly on the radio, and heâd heard her latest tour was practically impossible to get tickets for. So maybe some of their fawning was justified.
He glanced at his phone, wishing he was at home in bed already. With a deep exhale, he made a beeline for Dani; the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could leave, he reasoned.
âOi,â Roy grunted as he approached the striker. He nodded towards the swarm of players, doing his best to keep his trademark disinterested expression on his face. âYou going to introduce me to your friend?â
Daniâs eyes sparkled knowingly. âYou too, eh Coach?â He chuckled and clapped Roy on the shoulder. âVĂĄmonos.â
Royâs heart stuttered in his chest as he followed Dani to the corner of the club, where he saw, of all people, Jamie sitting close to the singer, murmuring something in her ear. She laughed at whatever he said and responded with a smile on her face. Her eyes flickered to Roy as he approached; was that⌠disappointment he saw?
If it was, it was only there for a fraction of a second. Just like on the pitch, her eyes trailed over his figure, a small smirk forming on her lips. If he didnât know better, Roy would be intrigued by the boldness on her face, the uninhibited way she eyed him. In the back of his head, he couldnât help feeling a bit smug when he saw the way Jamieâs brows furrowed as the striker looked back and forth between the two.
She kept her eyes on Roy as she stood up and stepped away from Jamie and the guys. She batted her lashes at Roy before turning to Dani, her eyebrows raised expectantly.
Shit, Roy thought. Sheâs good at this.
âChula,â Dani said, smiling at his friend. âI want you to meet my coach, Roy.â He turned to Roy. âCoach, this is-â
Roy reached out and took her hand in his and shaking it slowly. âOnly an idiot doesnât know who you are,â he hummed, raising his eyebrows. âYou caused quite a stir with my team, you know. You enjoy the match?â
She nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go. âI did. Sorry if I was a bit of a distraction.â
âI think you actually brought us luck.â Fucking hell, when was the last time Roy flirted like this? Was he doing it right? âYou should come again sometime.â
Her smile widened as she tilted her head coyly. âWell, if thatâs an invitation, maybe I will.â
Desperate to end this charade, Roy cleared his throat. âHave these fellas bought you a drink yet?â When she shook her head, he rolled his eyes playfully. âFucking hell, guess I need to remind them what fucking manners look like.â With that, he placed his hand on her lower back and nodded towards the bar. âCome on, then.â
She winked at Dani and let Roy lead her to the bar, keeping that coy smile plastered on her face. Once they had ordered, she looked up at him, still smirking.
âKent,â she hissed through gritted teeth. âWatch your fucking hands.â
Sure enough, Roy realized that his hand was dangerously low, just above the curve of her ass. Shit.
Despite his embarrassment, Roy scoffed, although he did remove his hand. âYouâre a natural at that flirting shit,â he all but sneered. âThen again, Iâm sure youâve had plenty of practice, with all your shaggy little rockstar pricks.â
Her eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second as the bartender slid over her drink. Still, she kept her expression neutral; to anyone watching them, she looked as though she was enjoying their conversation. âOh, Iâm sorry.â Her snarky tone contrasted with her sweet face. âTell me more about the women who sell stories about your dick to the press and steal your watches?â
âOi,â Roy growled as he picked his beer up off the bar. âThat happened once, alright?â
âYou mean it got into the papers once,â she grumbled, sipping her drink. She raised her eyebrows at him. âSo, whatâs the plan?â
Roy frowned. âFuck dâyou mean? Weâre doing the fucking plan.â
She shook her head. âLike, are you going to ask me to dance? Are we taking off and going to a restaurant or some shit?â Roy avoided looking at the way her lips wrapped around her little straw as she sipped her drink. âKeeley said itâs up to us, just no going home together on the first night.â The little snort she gave wouldâve been adorable coming from anyone else. âAs if.â
âWell, I guess if we dance, we donât have to fucking talk,â Roy muttered, doing his best to mirror her amiable expression; it was challenging, he realized, looking cheery while feeling irritated as hell. He downed the rest of his beer and practically slammed the empty bottle on the bar. âOne song, alright? I donât usually fucking dance.â
âTrust me,â she hummed, finishing the last of her drink. âFor me, youâd make an exception.â Flashing what he assumed was her most winning smile, she took Royâs hand and led him to the crowded dance floor.
On the dance floor, she pressed her body close to his, her movements teasing and natural. Everything about her- her hips, her smile, her eyes on his, the way her hands played with her hair flirtatiously- would have normally had Royâs chest feeling tight with attraction.
She brought her lips to his ear, looking as though she was probably flirting with him. âI swear to God,â she hissed. âIf you get a boner, I will fucking kill you.â
Yeah. Right.
~
Officially introduced? Check.
Flirted? Check.
Had a drink together? Check.
Danced? Check.
Weâd gone through enough of the motions. There was no way I was going to spend more time with Kent than I had to; weâd be thrown together enough in the coming weeks once the âdatingâ began. Besides, Keeley had warned me that Roy didnât like to stay out late anymore. He was probably even more ready to call it a night than I was.
Sure enough, after a couple of songs, he gave a small grunt and looked at his phone.
âShould get going,â he grumbled.
âWhy?â I huffed, fluffing my hair. âWill you fall asleep right here on the dance floor soon?â
He narrowed his eyes at me. âAnyone ever tell you youâre a real ball of fucking sunshine?â
âThatâs an improvement from nightmare.â I exhaled and tugged at his jacket. âCâmere.â
Royâs eyes widened. âWhy?â
âSo I can say goodnight, you idiot. Someoneâs bound to take a photo of this.â Not waiting for an answer, I pulled his face close to mine and planted a small, lingering kiss on his cheek. His face was warm, a little itchy from his beard, and now carried a little red mark from my lipstick. I smiled up at him and released his jacket. âGoodnight, Roy Kent,â I hummed.
He cleared his throat and gave a curt nod. âRight. Goodnight, then.â He reached down and gave my hand a squeeze before turning and walking away, his movements stiff and almost robotic.
Fighting the urge to childishly wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, I returned to the corner where the Greyhounds were gathered. Daniâs face lit up when I slid into the booth next to him and stole a sip of his drink.
âDid you have fun dancing with Coach Kent, amor?â he asked, his voice dripping with teasing.
I smirked at my friend. âHe was very nice,â I declared with a playful eyeroll.
âRoy doesnât normally dance,â one of the players- Colin- informed me. âAnd he usually doesnât stay out this late.â He waggled his eyebrows at me over his beer. âWonder why he came out tonight.â
Putting on my best coy smile, I leaned forward. âWhat about when his girlfriend comes out with you all? Doesnât he dance with her?â
Immediately, all the men at the table shook their heads. âRoy doesnât have a girlfriend,â Isaac, their captain, clarified. âHe actually hasnât really dated anyone sinceâŚ.â He glanced around the table. âWell, since he broke up with his serious girlfriend, Keeley.â
âKeeley?â I echoed without thinking. âKeeley Jones?â Â
Daniâs smile widened. âOh, how do you know Keeley?â
Shit.
âI donât,â I lied. âBut Iâve heard of her. Weâve got some mutual friends. Sheâs a model, right?â
Isaac nodded. âSheâs moved into PR, actually. Runs her own firm, works with the club. Sheâs brilliant.â
âAnd once upon a time, she and Roy were our OTP,â Colin sighed dreamily. âBut theyâre good friends now. Them and Jamie and their weird little dynamic.â
âJamie dated her too,â Dani explained. âBefore her and Roy got together.â
I nodded, slowly piecing together the story. âJamie dated her too?â I chuckled, wondering why I felt like I should have been told all this ahead of time. âGosh, she has a type, doesnât she? Dating two guys from the same team.â I put my hands up and quickly added, âNot that I have the right to judge. I dated bandmates once, did not turn out well for the band.â
The guys laughed good-naturedly. As I was about to feign interest and ask another question about Roy, Jamie Tartt approached, plopping down on my other side and setting down a drink in front of me, his arm behind me on the booth casually.
âFinally escaped from Grandad, eh?â he joked, eyes twinkling playfully.
Damn. Normally, his pretty-boy looks and admittedly annoying swagger would be exactly what I wanted, and weâd probably have a fun couple of weeks in each otherâs beds. But I needed to stick to the plan; besides, wasnât I done with guys like this?
Offering the athlete nothing but a polite smile, I turned back to Dani and took my friendâs hand. âIt was fun watching you play today,â I hummed. âThink I could come again? Become a Greyhounds fan?â
âYes!â Dani kissed my forehead. âPlease, amor, come to more of our games.â He nudged me. âIâm sure Coach Kent would not mind one bit.â
Hoping my smile was shy rather than obviously fake, I giggled. âHe did tell me I brought you all luck,â I said slowly. I batted my eyelashes at Dani. âDonât suppose you could pass along my phone number to him? Iâd love to know which game heâd like me to bring luck to.â
The table fell into a dead silence, all eyes wide and mouths agape. After the guys exchanged looks that could only be described as utterly shocked, Colin finally cleared his throat.
âIâm sorry,â he started, âare you asking Dani to give Roy your phone number?â
Feigning innocence, I nodded. âSure,â I chirped. âIs that alright? You all said heâs single, soâŚâ I shrugged and turned to Dani. âUnless you think itâs too weird, chulo?â
âNo, no,â Dani assured me. âI can give him your number.â He tilted his head at me. âYou⌠you liked Coach Kent, then?â
Nope. Not at all. Not one fucking bit.
âSure,â I giggled, hating myself. âI mean, as much as I can like a man after one drink and a couple of dances.â
His smile lit up the entire club as he lifted his drink. âWell, then Coach Kent is a lucky man. I will give him your number tomorrow, how does that sound?â
I tapped my glass to Daniâs. âSounds like a plan.â
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Stress Relief
The way Roy Kent (and Brett Goldstein) live in my head rent free 24/7.
Pairing: Roy Kent x Fem!Reader (established relationship)
Warnings: Fluff, some making out, and Roy Kent being a cocky little shit
Enjoy!
You wiped your hands clean on a towel and smiled at the young man on the table.
âOkay Sam, youâre all done. Continue to work on those stretches at home and youâll be in tip top shape for the game next weekend.â
Sam Obisanya smiled back at you, slowly getting up off the table.
âThank you again, so much. I will do all the exercises youâve recommended, and I will also look into Pilates classes.â
You gave Sam a quizzical look.
âYou donât have to do that Sam, itâs just a sprained ankleâŚâ
The young man laughed.
âOh no I know, I just am interested in Pilates. Iâve heard it does wonders for your body, core, and state of mind.â
Sam looked at you so genuinely, that you couldnât help but let out a chuckle. He was absolutely precious. Sam smiled at you again and waved goodbye before exiting the treatment room. Between Samâs ankle, Daniâs knee and Jamieâs hamstring, you had been working nonstop all week, doing your best to heal them as best you could.
You were jotting down notes in Samâs folder when you heard a knock on your door.
âCome in!â
Roy Kent walked in, shut the door behind him and let out the deepest sigh/growl youâve heard in a while. You looked up and put the folder down on your desk, taking a second to admire the grouchy coach. Roy stood there, arms at his sides and shoulders back in his usual stance. His biceps bulging from underneath the short sleeves of his coach jersey, the watch on his right wrist gleaming under the florescent lighting in the treatment room. Your eyes trailed to Royâs face; his brows drawn together in their usual frown and his lips following suit.
âWell hello to you, too,â you greeted playfully.
Roy raised an eyebrow at you and rolled his eyes warm heartedly.
âHi,â he exhaled, his deep voice reverberating through you. God you loved his voice.
You waited for him to continue, seeing the thoughts running through his mind. Roy took another breath and let it all out.
âThese fucks have got me more stressed out than the âgirls nine under nineâ ever did. Fucking shits.â Roy points a finger to the door behind him. I swear, if I have to hear Zava go on about his fucking avocado farm one more time, Iâm going fucking quit and go back to being a fucking pundit.â
And there it was. You nodded sympathetically and moved off from the desk you were leaning on and waved your hand to the table in front of you, signally Roy to have a seat. The coach followed suit, letting out a huff of air as he did. You stepped on a mechanical lever underneath the table, causing the table to lower so that Roy was at a comfortable height for you. You placed your hands on his shoulders gently before giving them a tight squeeze.
âYouâre not going to quit, baby. You just need a second to relax. You havenât been to Maureenâs house in a few weeks now that I think of it. When was your last yoga session with the ladies?â You pressed down on Royâs shoulders again, feeling the immense amount of tension he was keeping at the base of his neck.
Roy grunted at the feeling of your hands, slowly leaning into your touch.
âMaureenâs been dealing with her sonâs upcoming wedding, and Carolâs neice is going through a divorce so weâve all been pushing back our next yoga date.â
You smiled at how invested Roy was with his little yoga group. He always managed to melt your heart with the simplest of things.
âWell then, the solution is simple. You need a little bit of stress relief. Youâre so tense Roy, all this pent up pressure isnât going to do you any good. Iâm going to take care of it, okay?â
You spoke as gently while beginning to massage Royâs shoulders. Youâve been told by the team that you give the best massages known to man. And while it was part of your job as the teamâs physio, right now you werenât a PT. You were Royâs girlfriend, ready to help your man relax. A few moments pass in silence, the only sounds in the room were of Royâs deep breathing, and occasional moan whenever you came across a particular tender spot.
âFuuuuuuuckâ Roy groaned, relishing in the feel of your hands digging into the knots in his neck and shoulders. âThat feels incredible,â he sighed, getting lost in the feel of it all. You smiled to yourself, glad to be able to help him in any way. Thirty minutes go by until you could no longer find any strained muscles under his shirt. You gave Royâs shoulders one final squeeze, leaning down to give him a small kiss on the back of his head.
âAll done. Hope youâre feeling a little less stressed, my love.â
Roy turns his head to face you, his eyes glossy as if he were in a dreamy state of mind.
âThat was fucking mind blowing and exactly what I needed. Fuck youâre amazing. Thank you,â he praised, slowly turning his body and swinging his legs over the other edge of the table so that he was facing you. You beamed at his compliment, moving forward as well so that you were standing in-between his legs, the table allowing you to finally be able to stare directly into Royâs eyes. Those deep, chocolate colored eyes that youâve been in love with for quite some time.
âYouâre welcome, baby.â You reply, leaning forward to give Royâs a quick yet sweet peck on his lips. You loved the feel of his soft lips, plush and pillowy against your own. How something so soft could voice so many âfucksâ in a day, youâll never understand. But you loved it nonetheless. When you pulled back, you noticed Royâs brows had softened significantly and there was a look of adoration in his eyes. You were sure it mirrored the look you gave him 95% of the time.
âOnce Maureen and Carol get settled, and your yoga routine goes back to normal, your stress levels wonât be as high anymore. But until then, Iâm more than happy to help you relieve it. Whether here or at home, you just come to me and Iâve got you. Okay?â
You gave Roy another little peck before you felt his lips twitch up into a smirk. You pulled back to find him looking at you mischievously. The hands that were unconsciously placed on your hips while you kissed began to slowly slide up your sides and back down to your hips.
âGoing to help me relieve some stress, hmm? And at work no less? How naughty.â
The look he gave you in that moment set your insides on fire, and Roy took that moment to pull you closer to him, arms locking behind you to keep you in place. You couldnât help the smile on your face as you wrapped your own arms around his neck, scooting as close as you could, your chest pressed up against his.
âMe? Naughty? Iâm an angel,â you teased, drawing a pretend halo above your head.
Roy growled and leaned in, claiming your lips with his. You sighed into his kiss, your nails gently carding through his hair at the back of his head. Roy broke the kiss first but didnât relent, moving his lips to your neck and planting wet kisses up and down the column of your throat. You felt your knees weaken, like they always did whenever Roy found that deliciously sweet spot right below your ear. You gasped, and Roy smiled onto your skin, kissing his way down slowly once more. His hands began to roam your body as yours found purchase on his shoulders.
âOh God, fuck,â you whispered and giggled as you shivered when you felt Roy lick and suck at the base of your throat. Royâs deep chuckle vibrated against you.
âAww baby, you can just call me Roy,â he mused and rolled your eyes.
âLittle shit,â you said breathlessly, pulling back as far as Roy would allow you, his arms still trapping you to him.
âAs much as Iâd like to continue this, I do have both Bumbercatch and Zorreaux due for an assessment soon. Buuuuut I can absolutely help you with your little stress relief issue at home later, okay?â
Roy smiled at you and nodded, grunting in agreement.
âJust one thing though, darling. You and I both know itâs not a âlittleâ stress relief issue. Shall I remind you of last time, when you struggled to get all of me insi-â you immediately cut him off, your hand cupping over his mouth, a blush engulfing your cheeks.
âShuuuush! Shush! You know what I meant for fucks sake. Anyone can hear you, these walls are paper thin, you heathen!â You berrated, a giggle bubbling in your throat. Roy laughed against your hand and kissed your palm while you shook your head at him.
âGlad youâre feeling MUCH better, Coach Kent. Now shoo, send in Bumbercatch if heâs out there and Iâll deal with you later.â
Roy continued to smile at you and when you removed your hand, you got the full effect of his perfect smile. You couldnât help your own smile as Roy hopped off the table and retreated to the door. You crossed your arms across your chest again as he turned around one final time before winking at you before exiting. You heard him loud and clear as he made his way back to the locker room.
âOi! Bumbercatch! Youâre needed in physio. Move!â
You shook your head and laughed to yourself before you wiped down the table and set up the room. This was going to be a very long afternoon.
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Thatâs My Girl
Another attempt at writing Roy Kent. Inspired by the amazingly sweet @onceuponaoneshotfanfic
Pairing: Roy Kent x Fem!Reader (established relationship)
Warnings: Tons of fluff, more of Roy Kentâs potty mouth, a secret relationship and Jamie Tartt being the reader and Royâs unofficial child.
Enjoy!!
The second the words âno curfew tonightâ came out of Ted Lassoâs mouth, you just knew the evening was going to be a fun one. Both you and Roy had agreed on the way to Amsterdam that youâd both spend the last night together, sightseeing and then staying in bed for hours while everyone else was none the wiser.
As the teamâs co-pr manager, it was imperative that you tagged along on the trip for business reasons; Rebecca also told you if you didnât come along and enjoy yourself sheâd purposely make your life hell. So here you are, on the charter bus with the rest of your friends. You looked down at your phone, the time reading 5pm. Roy suggested meeting up at around 9pm, when everyone else was surely going to be in their rooms. It was the perfect planâŚwhich meant it probably wasnât going to happen.
You looked over at Roy, who gave you a sly wink before getting up and roaring at Jamie Tartt.
âNot for you Tartt!â
Your beloved got up and grabbed Jamieâs bag, tossing it to Will before storming outside. Jamie, depressed that heâd be spending the rest of his time in Amsterdam training, got up from his seat reluctantly. Before heading out, he stretched and looked back, noticing you seated in the back. As if having a moment of clarity, his brain immediately came up with what he thought was an ingenious plan. He called your name and once you looked up at him, he put his plan into action.
âHey love, do you have any plans right now?â He smiled, everyone else on the bus discussing their potential curfew free plans.
âNot really, I was gonna head back to my room and nap for a bit I guess. Why?â
Jamieâs smile widened.
âNahhh a gorgeous girl like you alone in a hotel room? Not happening. Come on, hang out with me and grandad for a bit.â
You laughed, and so did some of the players listening in.
âFuck it, why not?â You said, and the bus is filled with loud cheers once more as you made your way towards Jamie, who took your hand and pulled you out of the bus with him. The first thing you saw was Royâs back to the bus as he stretched his legs.
âTook you fucking long enou-what are you doing here?â Roy asked, his face full of genuine surprise. You shrugged and pointed to Jamie who smiled like the cat who caught the canary.
âThis stunner was going to go back to the hotel alone and take a nap. In one of the worldsâ most beautiful cities. I couldnât let that happen. And who better to keep her company than us fine, young gentleman. Well, some of us more young than others, isnât that right grandad?â
Roy gave Jamie a deadpan expression and growled lowly. You shook your head and chuckled.
âI hope thatâs alright? You donât mind do you, Roy?â You gave the poor man one of your sweetest smiles, one that Roy had fallen in love with over the course of the last few months. Roy sighed and eventually nodded, the thoughts of the night he had planned for the two of you going down the drain. Jamie cheered and punched Royâs shoulder, jogging backwards with his hands in the air.
âCome on Roy! Lighten up! Here, Iâll run ahead while you two trail behind me. Canât have gorgeous here run in those heels. Fantastic heels by the way,â Jamie said as he ran his gaze from your heels to your face, winking as he reached your eyes. The striker was doing his absolute best to get Roy to react to him flirting with you. He knew the coach had feelings for you, it was painstakingly obvious. But he doubted the man would ever make a move. So his âgenius planâ was to spend the evening turning on the signature Tartt charm as much as he could until Roy had no choice but to confess his love for you. The perfect plan, Jamie thought to himself.
You blushed at the compliment and laughed , shocked that he was flirting so boldly with you in front of your boyfriend. Not that he knew you two were an item, but still. Roy, on the other hand, was glaring so hard at Jamie that it was a surprise the young man hadnât combusted into flame. Jamie gave you both a very cheeky smile, turned around, and began to run.
âCome on, grandad! Keep up!â
Roy growled and you laughed once more, causing the older man to look at you.
âAnd what are you laughing at?â Roy grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets as you two began to walk, keeping Jamie in your sights as he ran up ahead.
âAt how easy it is for Jamie Tartt to get you riled up. Heâs only being silly, donât let it bother you,â you smiled, reaching over and placing a hand on Royâs arm.
âAnd besides, we did want to sightsee, and now we get to do that earlier than planned,â you added, looking around at the beautiful city around you. Roy scoffed and looked back at you.
âYeah, I wanted us to sightsee without Jamie Fucking Tartt running around like a child we need to keep on a leash.â You giggled and Royâs lip ticked upwards, the sound of your laugh being one of his favorite things.
âI donât know babe, this might be a glimpse into our future,â you teased sweetly, looking at Roy playfully. Once again, Roy snorted and turned to look at you.
âPlease, our children will be way more behaved than that twat.â
âOh, so youâve thought about our future children hmm?â Your heart soared at the thought of Roy seeing a future with you. Roy looked at you dumbfounded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âOf course. Why the fuck wouldnât I?â
Your heart melted, and you were about to reply when Jamie suddenly appeared from behind the both of you, squeezing himself in between you and wrapping an arm around each of your shoulders.
âLook at you two, looking all chummy. And look at this magnificent city! Have either of you seen the tulip gardens? Or the windmills? Weâre actually coming up to the world famous Skinny Bridge, just up ahead. Did you know that itâs one of the most romantic places in the world? Legend says that a kiss between lovers while on this bridge ensures that they will be in love forever. Isnât that LOVELY, Roy?â
Jamie had pulled you both close to him, and thus each other as he continued to spit fact after fact about the romantic connotations of the bridge. Roy looked murderous, annoyed at Jamieâs incessant chatter. Roy had originally planned to take you to the bridge later that night to share that very same fact. He was a romantic at heart, and you were one of the very few people to know that about the mysterious Roy Kent. He was also a man with a VERY short fuse.
âFan-fucking-tastic,â he growled, and the striker stepped forward from between the two of you and turned around, running in place while he faced you.
âI think itâs lovely, Jamie,â you said, trying to defuse any tension and placate the young man. Jamie beamed at you.
âI thought you would. I bet even someone as tough and grumpy as Roy believes in true love, donât you Coach?â Jamie began his jumping jacks while looking at Roy, who only grunted in response. The Mancunian then pulled out his phone and handed it to Roy.
âCome on Coach, take a few pictures of the two of us and Iâll take a few of you two as well!â He said enthusiastically as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him towards the bridge. After a few photos with you, Jamie suggested he take a few photos of you alone on the bridge. You agreed, posing and laughing, causing both men to smile as they watched you. Roy even let out a laugh as you posed dramatically on the railing of the bridge. As you continued to look out onto the water, Jamie nudged Roy.
âLook at her, mate. Sheâs fucking stunning. Do you think sheâs seeing anyone? I mean, any man would be a fool not to snatch her up and never let her go. I mean, look at her,â Jamie nodded towards you as you were being approached by another young couple who asked you to take their photo. Roy watched as you smiled politely and took a few pictures of the couple, watching you light up as they loved the pictures and thanked you. Jamie watched Royâs expression, seeing how the man let down his guard as he looked at you. Jamie nudged him again.
âGo on mate, donât let someone else come along and steal her away. Donât let another man have the opportunity to stare at that bum. I mean LOOK at that ass-â Jamie was cut off from his sweet-turned-idiotic ramble by Roy advancing on him.
âWatch your fucking mouth, Tartt,â but before Royâs fist could collide with his face, Jamie called your name, catching your attention.
âWould you like some pictures with Coach Kent? Iâm sure heâd love to take some with you!â
Jamie watched as Roy glared at him before walking over to you to stand next to you almost begrudgingly.
âWhat, donât want to take a picture with me?â You teased him and he gave you a look.
âDonât start, you know thatâs not true.â
âCome on now guys, youâre on a romantic bridge. How about you pretend to, you know, be in love or something. Like a couple. Pose couple-y. Go on.â
You and Roy looked at one another, before you decided to just play along. You stood close to Roy and placed a hand on his chest, stepping closer than you usually would when you werenât alone together. As if running on autopilot, the second you stood close to him, Royâs arm snaked around your waist. Jamie whistled and Roy glared even harder than before. You could tell Jamie was starting to get to him.
âJust take the photo please, Jamie.â You pleaded with a small smile. You had a sneaking suspicion that Jamie knew what he was doing but didnât want to think of that yet, choosing to focus on the smell of Royâs cologne and the feel of his warmth against you. After a few pictures, Jamie decided to start up on his training again and began skipping forward.
After a few more stops at historic landmarks and a few more ridiculous flirtatious comments and innuendos from Jamie, you paused for a moment of respite by a chip shop. Jamie went in to use the bathroom when you turned to Roy, who was fuming.
âIâm going to fucking kill him. If he talks about windmills ONE more time, Iâm going to throw him over the fucking bridge!â You giggled at his anger and tried to soothe him, placing a hand on one of Royâs arms.
âI donât know if you can tell, but Iâm pretty sure Jamie is either on to us or really wants to play match maker,â you admitted and Roy grunted.
âYeah I know, heâs a smooth as a bull in a china shop. Phoebe would have been more subtle than him,â You let out a laugh and nodded and Roy continued. âI have half a mind to give in and tell him. But watching him think heâs failing at getting us together truly gives my soul the peace it needs.â
You laughed harder and Jamie finally made his way back with an order of chips in one hand and a tulip in the other. He walked up to you and handed you both.
âCrisp chips and a flower for the lovely lady. Coach maybe you should take notes, this is how you treat a beautiful woman,â Jamie preened and you could see Royâs resolve begin crumble. Jamie was going to leave Amsterdam with a black eye if he didnât stop pushing Royâs buttons. You decided you had enough and made your move.
âI donât think Roy needs any tips on how to treat a woman, Jamie. He makes sure Iâm nice and satisfied at least twice every morning before even heading off to work. Now, if youâre done teasing him: yes weâre together, no, no one knows except for you and weâd like to keep it that way please, and thank you for the chips. Shall we continue?â
You didnât wait for Jamie or Roy to reply before stepping forward and making your way down the cobblestone street, popping a warm chip into your mouth and twirling the tulip in your hand. Royâs eyes followed you, full of pride and love, impressed at how you handled the situation. Jamie, however, looked like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing before finding words.
âYou fucking cunts, youâve been together this entire time?? For how long?? Iâve been trying to get you to admit you like her for HOURS!â
Roy gave a smug, satisfied smile.
âNot that itâs any of your fucking business, but today marks six months. And I had fucking dinner plans tonight but you and your fucking windmills ruined it.â
Jamie was still gaping, staring back and forth between your retreating figure and Royâs smug face.
âSix fucking months?! Roy Kent, you absolute legend. Sheâs wonderful, Iâm happy for you Coach.â
Roy smiled and for a split second, he could see himself becoming closer friends with the team striker.
âOi!â
Your voice brought both Jamie and Royâs attention back to you.
âAre you two coming or not? I was promised windmills and I want to see windmills!â
You smiled at your boys, one hand holding your flower and chips and the other hand on your hip as you waited for them to come to you.
âThatâs your girl, mate.â Jamie teased as he looked at the taller man. Roy smirked, a genuine smile before nodding his head.
âThatâs my girl.â
And with that, both men caught up with you. You passed the chips to Jamie before hooking your arm with Royâs, the three of you making your way to wherever the windmill hunt took you.
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Roy Kent is a mush and we love him for it
Thatâs My Girl
Another attempt at writing Roy Kent. Inspired by the amazingly sweet @onceuponaoneshotfanfic
Pairing: Roy Kent x Fem!Reader (established relationship)
Warnings: Tons of fluff, more of Roy Kentâs potty mouth, a secret relationship and Jamie Tartt being the reader and Royâs unofficial child.
Enjoy!!
The second the words âno curfew tonightâ came out of Ted Lassoâs mouth, you just knew the evening was going to be a fun one. Both you and Roy had agreed on the way to Amsterdam that youâd both spend the last night together, sightseeing and then staying in bed for hours while everyone else was none the wiser.
As the teamâs co-pr manager, it was imperative that you tagged along on the trip for business reasons; Rebecca also told you if you didnât come along and enjoy yourself sheâd purposely make your life hell. So here you are, on the charter bus with the rest of your friends. You looked down at your phone, the time reading 5pm. Roy suggested meeting up at around 9pm, when everyone else was surely going to be in their rooms. It was the perfect planâŚwhich meant it probably wasnât going to happen.
You looked over at Roy, who gave you a sly wink before getting up and roaring at Jamie Tartt.
âNot for you Tartt!â
Your beloved got up and grabbed Jamieâs bag, tossing it to Will before storming outside. Jamie, depressed that heâd be spending the rest of his time in Amsterdam training, got up from his seat reluctantly. Before heading out, he stretched and looked back, noticing you seated in the back. As if having a moment of clarity, his brain immediately came up with what he thought was an ingenious plan. He called your name and once you looked up at him, he put his plan into action.
âHey love, do you have any plans right now?â He smiled, everyone else on the bus discussing their potential curfew free plans.
âNot really, I was gonna head back to my room and nap for a bit I guess. Why?â
Jamieâs smile widened.
âNahhh a gorgeous girl like you alone in a hotel room? Not happening. Come on, hang out with me and grandad for a bit.â
You laughed, and so did some of the players listening in.
âFuck it, why not?â You said, and the bus is filled with loud cheers once more as you made your way towards Jamie, who took your hand and pulled you out of the bus with him. The first thing you saw was Royâs back to the bus as he stretched his legs.
âTook you fucking long enou-what are you doing here?â Roy asked, his face full of genuine surprise. You shrugged and pointed to Jamie who smiled like the cat who caught the canary.
âThis stunner was going to go back to the hotel alone and take a nap. In one of the worldsâ most beautiful cities. I couldnât let that happen. And who better to keep her company than us fine, young gentleman. Well, some of us more young than others, isnât that right grandad?â
Roy gave Jamie a deadpan expression and growled lowly. You shook your head and chuckled.
âI hope thatâs alright? You donât mind do you, Roy?â You gave the poor man one of your sweetest smiles, one that Roy had fallen in love with over the course of the last few months. Roy sighed and eventually nodded, the thoughts of the night he had planned for the two of you going down the drain. Jamie cheered and punched Royâs shoulder, jogging backwards with his hands in the air.
âCome on Roy! Lighten up! Here, Iâll run ahead while you two trail behind me. Canât have gorgeous here run in those heels. Fantastic heels by the way,â Jamie said as he ran his gaze from your heels to your face, winking as he reached your eyes. The striker was doing his absolute best to get Roy to react to him flirting with you. He knew the coach had feelings for you, it was painstakingly obvious. But he doubted the man would ever make a move. So his âgenius planâ was to spend the evening turning on the signature Tartt charm as much as he could until Roy had no choice but to confess his love for you. The perfect plan, Jamie thought to himself.
You blushed at the compliment and laughed , shocked that he was flirting so boldly with you in front of your boyfriend. Not that he knew you two were an item, but still. Roy, on the other hand, was glaring so hard at Jamie that it was a surprise the young man hadnât combusted into flame. Jamie gave you both a very cheeky smile, turned around, and began to run.
âCome on, grandad! Keep up!â
Roy growled and you laughed once more, causing the older man to look at you.
âAnd what are you laughing at?â Roy grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets as you two began to walk, keeping Jamie in your sights as he ran up ahead.
âAt how easy it is for Jamie Tartt to get you riled up. Heâs only being silly, donât let it bother you,â you smiled, reaching over and placing a hand on Royâs arm.
âAnd besides, we did want to sightsee, and now we get to do that earlier than planned,â you added, looking around at the beautiful city around you. Roy scoffed and looked back at you.
âYeah, I wanted us to sightsee without Jamie Fucking Tartt running around like a child we need to keep on a leash.â You giggled and Royâs lip ticked upwards, the sound of your laugh being one of his favorite things.
âI donât know babe, this might be a glimpse into our future,â you teased sweetly, looking at Roy playfully. Once again, Roy snorted and turned to look at you.
âPlease, our children will be way more behaved than that twat.â
âOh, so youâve thought about our future children hmm?â Your heart soared at the thought of Roy seeing a future with you. Roy looked at you dumbfounded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âOf course. Why the fuck wouldnât it?â
Your heart melted, and you were about to reply when Jamie suddenly appeared from behind the both of you, squeezing himself in between you and wrapping an arm around each of your shoulders.
âLook at you two, looking all chummy. And look at this magnificent city! Have either of you seen the tulip gardens? Or the windmills? Weâre actually coming up to the world famous Skinny Bridge, just up ahead. Did you know that itâs one of the most romantic places in the world? Legend says that a kiss between lovers while on this bridge ensures that they will be in love forever. Isnât that LOVELY, Roy?â
Jamie had pulled you both close to him, and thus each other as he continued to spit fact after fact about the romantic connotations of the bridge. Roy looked murderous, annoyed at Jamieâs incessant chatter. Roy had originally planned to take you to the bridge later that night to share that very same fact. He was a romantic at heart, and you were one of the very few people to know that about the mysterious Roy Kent. He was also a man with a VERY short fuse.
âFan-fucking-tastic,â he growled, and the striker stepped forward from between the two of you and turned around, running in place while he faced you.
âI think itâs lovely, Jamie,â you said, trying to defuse any tension and placate the young man. Jamie beamed at you.
âI thought you would. I bet even someone as tough and grumpy as Roy believes in true love, donât you Coach?â Jamie began his jumping jacks while looking at Roy, who only grunted in response. The Mancunian then pulled out his phone and handed it to Roy.
âCome on Coach, take a few pictures of the two of us and Iâll take a few of you two as well!â He said enthusiastically as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him towards the bridge. After a few photos with you, Jamie suggested he take a few photos of you alone on the bridge. You agreed, posing and laughing, causing both men to smile as they watched you. Roy even let out a laugh as you posed dramatically on the railing of the bridge. As you continued to look out onto the water, Jamie nudged Roy.
âLook at her, mate. Sheâs fucking stunning. Do you think sheâs seeing anyone? I mean, any man would be a fool not to snatch her up and never let her go. I mean, look at her,â Jamie nodded towards you as you were being approached by another young couple who asked you to take their photo. Roy watched as you smiled politely and took a few pictures of the couple, watching you light up as they loved the pictures and thanked you. Jamie watched Royâs expression, seeing how the man let down his guard as he looked at you. Jamie nudged him again.
âGo on mate, donât let someone else come along and steal her away. Donât let another man have the opportunity to stare at that bum. I mean LOOK at that ass-â Jamie was cut off from his sweet-turned-idiotic ramble by Roy advancing on him.
âWatch your fucking mouth, Tartt,â but before Royâs fist could collide with his face, Jamie called your name, catching your attention.
âWould you like some pictures with Coach Kent? Iâm sure heâd love to take some with you!â
Jamie watched as Roy glared at him before walking over to you to stand next to you almost begrudgingly.
âWhat, donât want to take a picture with me?â You teased him and he gave you a look.
âDonât start, you know thatâs not true.â
âCome on now guys, youâre on a romantic bridge. How about you pretend to, you know, be in love or something. Like a couple. Pose couple-y. Go on.â
You and Roy looked at one another, before you decided to just play along. You stood close to Roy and placed a hand on his chest, stepping closer than you usually would when you werenât alone together. As if running on autopilot, the second you stood close to him, Royâs arm snaked around your waist. Jamie whistled and Roy glared even harder than before. You could tell Jamie was starting to get to him.
âJust take the photo please, Jamie.â You pleaded with a small smile. You had a sneaking suspicion that Jamie knew what he was doing but didnât want to think of that yet, choosing to focus on the smell of Royâs cologne and the feel of his warmth against you. After a few pictures, Jamie decided to start up on his training again and began skipping forward.
After a few more stops at historic landmarks and a few more ridiculous flirtatious comments and innuendos from Jamie, you paused for a moment of respite by a chip shop. Jamie went in to use the bathroom when you turned to Roy, who was fuming.
âIâm going to fucking kill him. If he talks about windmills ONE more time, Iâm going to throw him over the fucking bridge!â You giggled at his anger and tried to soothe him, placing a hand on one of Royâs arms.
âI donât know if you can tell, but Iâm pretty sure Jamie is either on to us or really wants to play match maker,â you admitted and Roy grunted.
âYeah I know, heâs a smooth as a bull in a china shop. Phoebe would have been more subtle than him,â You let out a laugh and nodded and Roy continued. âI have half a mind to give in and tell him. But watching him think heâs failing at getting us together truly gives my soul the peace it needs.â
You laughed harder and Jamie finally made his way back with an order of chips in one hand and a tulip in the other. He walked up to you and handed you both.
âCrisp chips and a flower for the lovely lady. Coach maybe you should take notes, this is how you treat a beautiful woman,â Jamie preened and you could see Royâs resolve begin crumble. Jamie was going to leave Amsterdam with a black eye if he didnât stop pushing Royâs buttons. You decided you had enough and made your move.
âI donât think Roy needs any tips on how to treat a woman, Jamie. He makes sure Iâm nice and satisfied at least twice every morning before even heading off to work. Now, if youâre done teasing him: yes weâre together, no, no one knows except for you and weâd like to keep it that way please, and thank you for the chips. Shall we continue?â
You didnât wait for Jamie or Roy to reply before stepping forward and making your way down the cobblestone street, popping a warm chip into your mouth and twirling the tulip in your hand. Royâs eyes followed you, full of pride and love, impressed at how you handled the situation. Jamie, however, looked like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing before finding words.
âYou fucking cunts, youâve been together this entire time?? For how long?? Iâve been trying to get you to admit you like her for HOURS!â
Roy gave a smug, satisfied smile.
âNot that itâs any of your fucking business, but today marks six months. And I had fucking dinner plans tonight but you and your fucking windmills ruined it.â
Jamie was still gaping, staring back and forth between your retreating figure and Royâs smug face.
âSix fucking months?! Roy Kent, you absolute legend. Sheâs wonderful, Iâm happy for you Coach.â
Roy smiled and for a split second, he could see himself becoming closer friends with the team striker.
âOi!â
Your voice brought both Jamie and Royâs attention back to you.
âAre you two coming or not? I was promised windmills and I want to see windmills!â
You smiled at your boys, one hand holding your flower and chips and the other hand on your hip as you waited for them to come to you.
âThatâs your girl, mate.â Jamie teased as he looked at the taller man. Roy smirked, a genuine smile before nodding his head.
âThatâs my girl.â
And with that, both men caught up with you. You passed the chips to Jamie before hooking your arm with Royâs, the three of you making your way to wherever the windmill hunt took you.
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