#Roy Kent/jamie tartt

[chestnut-devil]

The Richmond Himbos (tm) for sure think that Roy and Jamie are fucking:

Extra curricular training sessions;

Disappearing to train all day and night in Amsterdam;

Oi. Tartt. Boot room. Now.

[kcsplace]

[haflacky]

Roy Kent x Jamie Tart commission

Unclothed version on my patreon

[richmonds-disaster-bi]

I blame the picture I reblogged before this for this fic (and @f1-birb)

"Jamie" Jamie didn't look up at the soft call of his name. He kept his eyes on his hand. His forearms rested on his knees, his back against the wall of the tunnel leading to the pitch. His hands crossed over at the wrist, and Jamie traced the way the droplets from the rain rolled off his fingers onto the ground. They, like Jamie's tears, made no noise as they did. "Can I touch you, love?", a body crouched in front his. A hand reached for his hood to lower it but it didn't touch until Jamie let a soft hum. "Was it nightmares again?" Jamie's jaw tensed. He could feel the muscle in his cheek twitching with how hard he was clenching as he flexed cold fingers. He hated this. He hated that despite all the progress that he had made, a little bit of thunder had sent him spiraling. The sounds reminding him of the sound of metal as it crushed around him, and then there was a smell clinging to the inside of his nose. The smell of burning rubber and the metallic tinge of blood that had run down his face from his hairline. It had been a year since the crash but tonight it had felt as if Jamie was right back there in the team bus, screaming for Roy to open his eyes. "Babe, I'm right here", Roy promised, tipping Jamie's chin upwards until Jamie finally looked at him. His eyes desperately searching for blood, for cuts and scratches that had covered Roy's face because when the crash had hit, he had thrown himself over Jamie and Sam to try protect them from the glass. The prick. Sam and he had walked away from that crash with superficial injuries. Roy hadn't walked away. He had been wheeled away into an ambulance and straight into surgery where Jamie couldn't follow. "You weren't there when I woke up", Jamie whispered, his jaw trembling as he held back more tears, blinking up at his partner, "You weren't there and I had to...I couldn't..." Roy didn't judge him. Not for this. He just sat down despite the wet patches, despite the rain blowing in form the opening of the tunnel, and pulled Jamie into his lap. His kiss against Jamie's temple felt like a soothing balm to his soul as Jamie rested a hand over Roy's heart just to feel it beating. "I'm here. I'm sorry I wasn't when you woke up. Call me old man, but I fell asleep on the sofa and didn't wake until the door slammed", Roy begrudgingly admitted, and if it were any other night, Jamie would tease him for what he had admitted but not tonight. Tonight Jamie just held him. He breathed in his familiar scent, and let his body begin to untense because Roy was here. The thunder rolled on outside and Jamie just kept breathing.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Roy/Jaime fic idea: Jaime is super late to training one morning and everyone is annoyed because a huge game is coming up. Everyone is already out on the pitch when Jaime finally appears, but all anger goes out the window when he emerges from the tunnel still dressed in his street clothes, with a tiny little bundle cradled in his arms. Tartt Sr. had shown up just as Jaime was about to head in, unceremoniously presenting Jaime with his new baby sibling, paperwork signing over custody, and a hospital bag of baby essentials before he fucked off back to Manchester without a glance back. Needless to say training is cancelled that day, as everyone basically falls over themselves to help Jaime and the new little Tartt, especially Roy who falls into the role of protector and partner in the span of a breath.

Anon, I love you for this. I'm absolutely I'm love with this idea.

I have so many thoughts and emotions about it but for now....please have this little drabble I wrote about it (and that @f1-birb is trying to make me write a fic for)

"Is that Jamie?" "Fuckin finally man" "Wait...whys he dressed normal like?" Roy growls, turning away from where he was leading the second team through a drill to look towards the tunnel and sure enough, Jamie is there at the opening. He's dressed in street clothes, but that's not what catches Roy's attention. No. Jamie is holding what looks like something small and swaddled and Roy is moving in an instant. As he gets closer, out pacing Ted and Beard despite his knee, he can hear Ted calling for him to stop but Roy doesn't. He doesn't stop until he's standing in front of a very tense, very distraught and confused looking Jamie who can't tear his eyes off the baby in his arms that can't be more than a week old. "Tartt, oi, Jamie", Roy calls softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping baby, "where'd'ya get the kid? Is it...." "Is not mine...well he is, but he isn't", Jamie stutters, eyebrows pinched together, "Me dad, yeah? Showed up at me 'ouse and he...he had this babeh and he just left 'im to me. Says he's my brother and just leaves. Left me some papers, legally he's mine, but Coach...Roy....I can't" Jamie is on the verge of a panic attack, his distressed making the baby in his arms start to wake and Roy can hear the team murmuring behind him. "Jamie", Roy drops his voice low, knowing it'll catch Jamie's attention as he gently grabs the back of Jamie's neck, "breath" The touch has Jamie melting. He's stepping closer to Roy until his head hits his shoulder, and both him and the baby are shielded by Roy as Jamie's shakes. Roy keeps his grip gentle, thumb soothing the tense muscles in his neck as Jamie sniffles. "What's his name?" "Charlie"

"How old?" Roy asks, peering down at little Charlie as Jamie lifts his head from Roy's shoulder, and Roy pretends he doesn't miss the weight of it. "Ten days, his mum don't want 'im and me dad....well he'd rather drink than spend moneh on his kids," Jamie replied, adjusting his hold of Charlie and rocking him softly. "Ten days old and he's already better looking than you, that's a good start to life", Roy hums, watching as the joke gets a smile off of Jamie and little laugh. And that laugh is all the team need to come closer. Dani reaches them first, his grin so wide Roy is genuinely worried the kid is gonna split his face in half as he almost vibrates with joy. "Oh, oh, it's a baby. How beautiful, our Jamie is a dad!"

[youruncleolaf]

i refuse to accept any other ending than jamie, roy and keeley happily polyamorous please and thank you

[atwentywhore]

me every time a new episode comes out

[destiel2015]

Battle of Tongues...Coming soon!

[uwugenides]

i’ve started making edits ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[okie-dokie-wo]

“The increasingly profound bond between AFC Richmond’s former foes was both a complete surprise and such an appealing plot development that we can’t believe we didn’t ‘ship these two from the start. With all due respect to Roy and Keeley’s ill-fated fling, we found ourselves more invested in Roy and Jamie going the beyond-platonic route, after a season of meaningful interactions — Uncle’s Day is our Roman Empire — that only scratched the surface of what these guys have come to mean to each other. But the finale went a different way, instead pitting Roy and Jamie against each other (?) in a fistfight for Keeley’s love (?!) and then asking her to choose between them (?!?). Well, we’ll always have Amsterdam.”

[darrys-laundry]

give me a head with hair (long, beautiful hair)

teen and up • completed • 406 words • royjamie

Isaac sets some ground rules for the team’s haircuts moving forward.

Read on Ao3

[chestnut-devil]

I think that the reason the end of Ted Lasso has me feeling so wonky is that it feels like there is so much more potential in the show. It feels like there are more things that they can address and some storylines that have already been introduced can be explored and developed further (let's be real mainly Colin). According to Jason Sudeikis, They set out to tell a 3 season story arc and they have done that. Don't get me wrong I'm all for shows telling the story they wanted and then ending on their own terms and not continuing for an eternity as a cash cow running what we originally loved into the dirt (we're all looking at you Supernatural the way the Himbos looked at Jamie). But Supernatural season 5 and Merlin series 5 had a feeling of completeness about them - where do you go from saving the world from the apocalypse you've been building up for the past 5 seasons or where do you go from killing Arthur? But short of killing the characters in a stadium collapse tomorrow I don't think that there is anything that they can pull out of their sleeves tomorrow to provide that same sense of finality and completeness that will satisfy us as fans.

And maybe it's also because I used Ted Lasso as a comfort show when my anxiety got really bad and I refuse to let go of my emotional support show. But I feel like Ted Lasso has got a lot of us through some difficult times so I’m sure I’m not alone here.

But I am definitely still holding out hope for a spin-off that continues to follow AFC Richmond - according to Brendon Hunt (I think?) the door is not closed on the possibility of a spin-off.

[richmond-on-three]

roy x jamie kiss☺️☺️

Send me a pairing and a word for a fic <3

"Woah" Jamie let out a soft breath, his eyes wide as he stared at Roy once they had broken apart. With his back against the wall of the boot room and Roy standing in front of him, there was nowhere for Jamie to run, and for the first time in his life, Jamie was excited to be in such a tight spot. Fantasies of being in such close proximity with Roy had plagued his mind since long before Jamie had ever met him in person; what had just unfolded between them was the stuff of his wildest dreams “That was…” 

“Fucking stupid of me” Roy finished when Jamie trailed off. It was obvious to Roy that Jamie was clearly taken aback by how idiotic he had been. A conversation about what Jamie should bring for Phoebe’s birthday party at his sister’s place that weekend should not have ended with Roy taking Jamies face in his hands and kissing him. Roy’s eyes shifted to the door, and he contemplated leaving without another word but knew that wouldn’t be fair to Jamie; he deserved an apology “I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“Mate, why are you apologising?” Jamie asked, reaching forward and wrapping his hand around Roy’s wrist in the hopes he would be able to prevent him from leaving. The last thing Jamie wanted was to rush through the halls and call after Roy; he was too exhausted from training to make a scene.

“Can you not call me mate when my tongue was in your mouth two fucking seconds ago?” 

“Thought mate would be better than granddad, sorry” Jamie grinned, hoping he was approaching this in the right way. Some people would require a more gentle approach after such a thing but not Roy; if Jamie were to get the chance to kiss him again, then he’d have to show Roy that it hadn’t changed anything between them. They were still just Jamie and Roy. Jamie smiled wider when he heard Roy call him a prick under his breath; he was grateful for the normalcy “So, how long have you been wanting to kiss me?” 

“Fuck off” Roy rolled his eyes, taking a hesitant step forward when Jamie pulled at his wrist. He was starting to suspect he’d not been reading Jamie wrong over the past few weeks; the innuendos, the touching, the drunken flirting, it had all been leading to this. Both of them knew whatever existed between them was complicated and more than likely going to get a bit messy but standing in the boot room, neither of them cared. It felt as though they were the only two people in the world “I don’t know when it started; should’ve done it years ago when I wanted you to shut up” 

“It definitely would’ve worked” Jamie admitted, a slight blush colouring his cheeks at the memory of his massive crush on Roy as a teenager. A massive crush that had never entirely faded - something Jamie had to bite his cheek to avoid admitting at that moment. He knew it would be best if they took things slowly; he didn’t want to come on too strong and end up alone once again “You’re a better kisser than I imagined” 

“How long have you been imagining kissing me?” Roy asked, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. Something about the idea of Jamie fantasising about kissing him caused his heart to beat just a little faster; he would happily act out any of the fantasies Jamie had ever had about him at that moment. Maybe he’d even share some of the dreams he had about them as well. Jamie wasn’t known to be a prude; he’d probably enjoy hearing Roy’s list of various places he’d thought about fucking him around the training ground. 

“Long enough that I don’t want to waste any more time talking” Jamie replied, letting go of Roy’s wrist and taking Roy’s face in his hands instead before he leaned in. He had been taken aback by their first kiss and revelled in its roughness and neediness, but he wanted to enjoy a soft kiss with Roy before they spoke about whatever was happening between them more. He wanted their second kiss to be the kind of kiss written about in the romance novels he used to steal from his mum’s bedside table or the kind of kiss shown in the rom-coms Ted forced the team to watch.

Jamie wanted their second kiss to be the kind of kiss he’d been dreaming about since long before he’d met Roy.

[howdyrowdypartner]

Does ANYBODY know the name of the fic on AO3 where Jamie has to move into Roy’s for some reason, and he ends up expressing how he needs a wank, and at the end when he and Roy get together Roy tells him how he’s been able to hear him wanking through the walls or something?? It was so hot, and I loved it, and I forgot to book mark it and I want to reread it so bad!!

[richmonds-disaster-bi]

Bringing back omega Roy au because I miss it

"You don't have to be so defensive all the time, Roy"

Ted's words made Roy want to growl as he clenched his hand around his pen. The American beta was watching him as if he was judging him. As if he hadn't just watched a reporter get dragged out of the room by Beard for the way he started questioning Roy's abilities to coach because he was a "washed up, bitter omega".

Roy had managed to get a few colourful words in in response before Beard had dragged the reporter out of the media room. Yes, he had been defensive, and yes he had told the rest of the reporters that that outdated traditionalist thinking was bullshit, but he had done it to protect his players.

Roy had grown up with his status being used against him. He'd been mocked and pushed until he had snapped and knocked a kid out cold for the way they had tried to touch him. He had dealt with years of verbal abuse that was meant to "make him toughen up" but had only made him hate himself and his designation.

So maybe he was defensive, but he knew how badly words like those could teat down his players like Colin, or even Richard despite the French man being one of the most unapologetically omega players Roy had ever met.

"Words have power Ted", Roy replied, a slight growl in his throat and he knew his scent was stinking up the place, "I don't have to sit there and listen to that bullshit"

"Ya don't", Ted agreed, rubbing at his chin, "But that don't mean you gotta jump down their throats like a hidden bone in a fish to choke them"

"Ted", Beard warned, the alpha not looking up from his book in the adjoining office.

"All I'm saying is I don't get it", Ted defended, "Just let it slide off, keep moving like Dory says"

"That's just keep swimmin', Coach", Jamie's accent joined the conversation as he pushed passed Ted, "And I need to talk to grandad 'ere about that last play, so...."

Ted hesitated in the door, clearly not wanting to end the discussion. He glanced at Roy who was staring at the wall, and decided it wasn't worth the fight as he raised his hands and left.

Jamie wasted no time in closing the door behind him and locking it. He pulled the shutters down too, cutting off Ted's view of the office before he moved to kneel beside Roy. His hands gentle on Roy's thighs as he looked up at the other.

"Alright, lad?", Jamie asked softly.

Roy growled weakily before he let Jamie's scent wrap around him and he relaxed slightly. One of his hands went to Jamie's hair, grimacing at the feel of whatever leave in conditioner Jamie had used at the match.

"I don't need protecting", Roy warned because he knew that Jamie had smelled his distress and anger before he'd intervened.

"I know. Roy Kent's a big bad omega army of one", Jamie grinned, and there was nothing but truth in his eyes, "Doesn't mean I can't be his sexeh little alpha watching proudly as he tears apart the world"

Jamie's words got a laugh out of Roy. It was more like an annoyed huff, but Jamie's entire face lit up anyways as if he'd just scored a winning goal.

"Do you wanna talk 'bout it?"

Roy just shook his head. He was tired, too tired to keep fighting this fight that he'd been tackling since he was sixteen and freshly presented after his first mock heat.

"Wanna go 'ome and take a bubble bath and get drunk on wine?", Jamie pressed a kiss against Roy's palm.

"Fuck yeah"

[f1-disaster-bi]

Grumpy omega Roy falling for sunshine golden retriever alpha Jamie is taking off and I might have to actually write it