#roy kent/oc

[indigo-graves]

|After| A Roy Kent One-Shot

Summary: Follow-up to "Soft." Roy Kent shows up on Alex's doorstep with a whole lot to say. What happens once she lets him in to discuss his feelings further?

Word Count: 2,536

Status: Complete

Pairing: Roy Kent/OC

Warnings: SMUT! Roy’s filthy mouth.

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[toxicroyjamie]

[caslutz]

okay but hear me out…

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

It's late at night when the door creaks open and Roy blinks muzzily half-awake with his face pressed into the mattress, reaches out an uncoordinated arm to pat the empty spot beside him. Murmurs, "c'mere then, Phoe," but the footsteps that pad across the floor are heavier than his niece's — she's at his sister's tonight anyway, he realizes, and he's just started to wake in earnest, alarm curdling in his chest, when the darkness resolves into grainy blobs, bigger than Phoebe but just as familiar.

"C'mere, Jay," he says, and Jamie creeps closer, hesitant and soft where Phoebe'd throw herself on top of him like a clingy octopus and it knocks the breath out him more and more every day but he'll let her do it still when she's forty and he's the frail old man Jamie says he is.

The mattress dips as Jamie perches at the edge, and Roy reaches for him, pats around 'til he finds a wrist and squeezes. "C'mere," he repeats, and this time Jamie does, worms his way under the blankets and lays his head on Roy's chest, breath ghosting warm against the side of his neck, and he's just about to fall back asleep when Jamie whispers, "I went to Manchester." 

"Yeah?" he whispers back.

The lad's been twitchy for days, too quiet and too loud in turns, the words all rushing out of him like they had in Amsterdam but sometimes Roy catches him staring blank off into the distance when he thinks no one's looking. Been twisting himself in knots trying to figure out if he should push or let it be, pressing energy bars and sports drinks into his hands and eyeing his hair for signs it hadn't been conditioned.

He runs his fingers through it now, the strands silky soft the way they usually are when Jamie's been doing his hair routine, and part of him wants to rebel at the thought that he knows what Jamie's hair usually feels like, wants to be annoyed that the kid's bothering him when he should be asleep but mostly there's just relief that he'd come to him at all; that Roy had pressed the house key into his palm as he sat there loopy off painkillers and champagne and lack of sleep on the treatment room table after the last time he'd been in Manchester.

"Went to see my da," Jamie says, and Roy tucks him closer. Feels the steady rise and fall of his chest and reminds himself that he's safe. His fingers grapple into the back of Roy's shirt. "He's doing better."

"Okay," Roy says, instead of, I don't give a shit how he's doing, I just care that he hurt you. 

Jamie sniffles against him. Not properly crying, but there's a damp spot on his shoulder. Roy holds him and hopes it's enough. "I don't want to see him again," Jamie confesses. "Is that bad?" 

Relief crests over him like a wave. "I'm so fucking proud of you," he says past the choking tightness in his throat. "So proud, Jamie." And then, because he's trying to be more open about his fucking feelings and telling people what he wants from them, "I'm glad you came to me. So. Thank you for. Doing that." 

"Sappy." Roy can feel the curve of his smile where his face is pressed into his shoulder.

"Go the fuck to sleep, you Muppet." 

[et-mberg]

(one and only time I'll tag anything regarding this as 'x reader'!)

Greetings dear Ladies, Gents and Theydies!

I am working on my own Ted Lasso Fanfiction Universe (the WAG-Verse) and... I'm struggling 🥲

At least I have the OCs mostly planned.

I'll be writing xOC Stories for:

Jan Maas

Dani Rojas

Isaac McAdoo

Sam Obisanya

Jamie Tartt

Will Kitman

Richard Montlaur

Keeley Jones (that's more of a Sideplot in the Isaac Fic)

Roy Kent

This is where you come in! 😀

I want to practice outside of my own little Canon and would appreciate requests/prompts to do so - tell me the Ted Lasso character and what you want to see and I'll write it for them and their OC!

That way my own little OC Creations can evolve into 'actual' people before I start their individual stories :3

Thanks for reading and any possible asks!

Buh-Bye💛

[happygirl2oo2]

Politely asking any of the amazing fan-artists in this fandom to redraw this picture as Jamie, Keeley, and Roy (this order from left to right) 'cause I can't stop thinking about it, thank you

[therichmondmongooses]

Ted Lasso is my comfort tv show and today I was watching the season 3 episode 4 “Big Week” when the boys find out who ripped the sign. As someone who also can’t get this song out of their head I made an edit.

Woohoo! Enjoy!

[super-luna-fic]

Camp Justice Character Profiles

Callan "Cal" Josephine Alvarez W.

Alias: Crow Camp Justice Age: 14 Sex: Female Species: Human Hair: Dark Brown Curly Eye Color: Dark Hazel Brown Camp Justice Height: 5'6 Race/Ethnicity: West Indian (Trinidad and India), Dominican, Caucasian Skills: Martial Arts, Stealth, Weaponry, Acrobatics, Gymnastics, TBA Personality/Traits: Friendly (most of the time), Competitive, Short-tempered, Hardworking, Optimistic, Patient (that's what she thinks), Loyal, Mischievous, Hardheaded, Playful, Caring

Richard "Dick" John Grayson

Alias: Robin Camp Justice Age: 14 Sex: Male Species: Human Hair: Black Short and Wavy Eye Color: Electric Blue Camp Justice Height: 5'5.75 Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian (Romanian, French) Skills: Martial Arts, Stealth, Weaponry, Acrobatics, Decoding (Hacking), Gymnastics Personality/Traits: Optimistic, Compassionate, Caring, Loyal, Cocky, Playful, Hot-tempered, Ambitious

Wallace "Wally" Rudolph West

Alias: Kid Flash Camp Justice Age: 15 Sex: Male Species: Human Hair: Red Straight Eye Color: Gemstone Green Camp Justice Height: 5'8 Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian (Scottish, Norwegian) Skills/Powers: Martial Arts, Stealth, Super Speed, Super Stamina, Accelerated Healing, Phasing, Science Personality/Traits: Energetic, Impatient, Loyal, Caring, Playful, Talkative, Cocky, Kind Hearted

Kaldur'ahm

Alias: Aqualad Camp Justice Age: 16 Sex: Male Species: Atlantean, Human Hair: Light Blonde Curly Eye Color: Pistachio Green Camp Justice Height: 5'9 Race/Ethnicity: African American (Nigerian Ancestry) Skills/Powers: Martial Arts, Superhuman Strength, Hydro kinesis, Enhanced Hearing, Durability, Aquatic Respiration Personality/Traits: Calm, Level-headed, Caring, Loyal, Responsible, Noble

Conner "Con" Kent

Alias: Superboy Camp Justice Age: Biological body of 15-year-old but was created 6 months before being discovered Sex: Male Species: Kryptonian, Human Hair: Black Straight Eye Color: Ocean Blue Camp Justice Height: 5'9 Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian Skills/Powers: Martial Arts, Super Strength, Super Hearing, Durability, Enhanced Vision, Accelerated Healing Personality/Traits: Hard-headed, Defiant, Loyal, Temperamental, Shy

Roy Harper

Alias: Speedy, Red Arrow Camp Justice Age: 17 Sex: Male Species: Human Hair: Red Orange Straight Eye Color: Sky Blue Camp Justice Height: 5'9.5 Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian (Dutch), Native American (Navajo) Skills: Martial Arts, Stealth, Archery, Technology, Weaponry Personality/Traits: Loyal, Short-tempered, Serious (sometimes), Playful

Artemis Crock

Alias: Artemis Camp Justice Age: 15 Sex: Female Species: Human Hair: Blonde Wavy Eye Color: Green-grey Camp Justice Height: 5'7 Race/Ethnicity: White (Scandinavian), Asian (Vietnamese) Skills: Martial Arts, Archery, Weaponry, Stealth Personality/Traits: Passionate, Loyal, Witty, Hardheaded

M'gann M'orzz

Alias: Miss Martian Camp Justice Age: Generally appears as a 15-year-old but is biologically 45 Sex: Female Species: Martian Hair: Red Straight Eye Color: Reddish Brown Camp Justice Height: Generally presents herself as 5'7 Race/Ethnicity: N/A Skills/Powers: Martial Arts, Telepathy, Phasing, Flight, Mind Control, Shapeshifting, Invisibility, Durability Personality/Traits: Optimistic, Cheerful, Playful, Loyal, Polite, Caring

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DC original characters or plots. The only characters I own are the ones I created. This is merely a fanfiction story.

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE!

A/N: Thank you so much for continuing to keep up with my posts. I will be posting the first chapter later this week. If you have any questions or just want to talk please do send me a message!

See ya later!

[indigo-graves]

Soft || Roy Kent

Summary: AFC Richmond's captain Roy Kent is rigid and resistant to new management. New owner Rebecca Welton is willing to do whatever it takes to ruin the club her husband held so dear. New coach, Ted Lasso, is the American hired to lead the team to destruction. Alexandra Banks, the team's new physiotherapist, may just throw a wrench in everyone's plans.

Word Count: 19.885

Chapters: 8/12

Rating: M for Roy’s filthy mouth

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[bbymunsonx]

The Last Time (Ted's Version)

Chapter One

chapter warnings: language

word count: 962

authors note: even though these two beginning chapters are on the shorter side, I hope you enjoy so far! I cannot wait to get into the main chunk of the story there's gonna be soooo much drama hehe

Ted Lasso: Lacy where did you go?

Coach Beard: I think your singing scared her.

Lacy Watson: I literally told the both of you I was going to the bathroom. I'll be right back. 

***

After Ted had sent me his address last night, I packed a bag filled with some under garments and makeup and most of my important belongings and left. At this point, I didn't even care anymore. I'm starting fresh and whatever I can't bring with me, I'll buy when I get there. 

I followed my GPS and pulled up in front of a house that had the name LASSO on the mailbox. Of course Ted would be the kind of guy to have his last name on his mailbox, I thought to myself. 

After taking my bag out of the car, I walked up to the front door and knocked on it. Ted answered after the third knock. 

"Hey, there! Welcome!" Ted obnoxiously yelled out as he answered the door. 

"Hi, Mr. Lasso," I answered back. 

"Please, Mr. Lasso was my father. Call me Ted." He reached out his hand. I grabbed it and shook it. God, his hand is huge. 

I walked into his house and looked around, being a little bit nosy. The house was decorated beautifully, most likely by a Mrs. Lasso. There were also some toys scattered around the house. Why would Ted take a job overseas when he obviously has a wife and child? Is he running from something too?

"Beard, come say hi to Lacy," Ted called out into the living room, where Coach Beard was passed out on the couch with his mouth wide open. 

"Aw shit, party's already over," I said with a snarky tone in my voice. 

"Sorry 'bout that. He's been a little stressed about the whole move." Ted responded.

"Aren't you?" I asked. 

"A little. But I'm more excited about the opportunity, ya know? It'll be a fun adventure." Ted smiled. 

"Yeah, it'll be a great opportunity for a fresh start." 

"Well, yeah, that too," Ted tried to smile, but I could tell it was fake. "Alrighty, well we have to leave for the airport in about five hours so try to get some sleep. If you want, my wife and son are staying with my in laws so you can sleep in my bed if you don't wanna sleep in the same room as Beard. He don't bite though, I promise." 

"I make no promises," Beard said sternly in his sleep making you and Ted jump. 

"Christ, I thought you were asleep," Ted exhaled. 

"I am. But I am always listening." Beard continued, his eyes still closed. Ted looked over at me and shrugged. 

"Uh, yeah. I think I'd rather sleep in your dirty bed than sleep in the same room as him." I laughed a bit. 

"Okay, yeah. I can't say I blame you there. Well, make yourself at home. Bedroom is upstairs, last door on the left."

"Thanks, Ted." I smiled and headed upstairs with my bag. Still feeling weary about sleeping in a man's bed who I literally just met, I just laid on top of the comforter and stared up at the ceiling. 

What the fuck am I doing?

***

If someone asked me twenty-four hours ago where I would be, I would have died laughing if they said 35,000 feet in the air sandwiched between Ted Lasso and Coach Beard. 

I'm starting to think there might be something wrong with Beard, all the man does is sleep. Ted was talking to him for a good five minutes before he realized that he was asleep the whole time. 

"Should we play a game to get to know each other better?" Ted proposed. 

"Okay. What do you want to play?" I responded. I haven't played these sorts of games since I was in high school. 

"I'm just gonna throw a bunch of questions at you and you just say the first thing that pops into your mind, okay? Don't even think about it." 

"Wait, wait, so you aren't even gonna answer them? You're just gonna get to know me?" 

"No, I'll answer them at the end. You're gonna go first. Alright. Favorite singer?"

"Taylor Swift."

"Favorite food?"

"Anything Italian."

"Favorite color?"

"Purple."

"Favorite show?"

"South Park."

"Okay. Kenny Rogers, peanut butter, orange, and Cheers." Ted said all at once. I just stared at him with a blank look on my face. 

"I don't really see the logic in us playing the game like that." I laughed. 

"Yeah, I suppose you're right 'bout that. I'll keep that in mind for next time." Ted smiled. 

After a few minutes of silence, the cabin lights started to dim as most of the people on the flight started to drift to sleep, even though it was midday. We still had eight hours left on the flight, so I might as well get some rest. 

"Goodnight, Ted." I looked up at him to see his eyes already shut and mouth wide open. I smiled quietly to myself as my eyes started to flutter shut, as well. 

***

It's almost impossible for someone to sleep through an entire flight, but I really lucked out. Eight hours later, my eyes began to slowly open as my body could feel the decent into London. My stomach dropped a bit as I realized my head had been resting on Ted's arm. As I lifted my head off of Ted's arm, I had accidentally knocked Beard's head off of my arm. 

"Christ, sorry, Ted. You could've moved me." I apologized. Ted had been awake reading a book. 

"Nah, that's alright. You two looked so peaceful I didn't wanna disturb ya." Ted smiled, not looking away from his book. 

"Ladies and Gentleman, British Airways welcomes you to London. The local time is 8pm. 

Again, what the FUCK am I doing?

[toxicroyjamie]

[caslutz]

jamie being obsessed with those tik tok/internet trends and always asking roy them but he thinks they’re so stupid and won’t answer. but jamie keeps bugging him so eventually he’s like “yes jamie i would still fucking love you if you were a worm, i think about the roman empire fucking never, if it’s really that important to, yes i’ll peel your stupid fucking oranges and get all the nasty white shit off too, and no i don’t want to break up. now go the fuck to sleep, it’s 2 in the fucking morning.”

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

Roy after Wembley:

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Two DC Comics Superhero Teams That I propose just for fun:

Titans of Tomorrow: (aka the Kingdom Come Titans)

- Nightstar (Mar’i Grayson, age 12, daughter and eldest child of Dick Grayson and Princess Koriand’r )

- Impulse ‘Bolt’ (Irey West, age 12, daughter of Wally West and Linda Park)

- Speedy III (Lian Harper, age 12 1/2, daughter and only child of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen)

- Darkstar (Robert ‘Bobby’ Long-Troy, age 11, son and only child of Donna Troy and Terry Long)

- Aquagirl II (Tula, age 11 1/2, daughter and younger child of Garth and Dolphin)

Team StarKnights

- Skybird (Jake Grayson, age 10, son and youngest child of Dick Grayson and Koriand’r)

- Nightwing ‘Phantom’ (Christopher ‘Chris’ Kent, age 12, son and adopted middle child of Clark Kent and Lois Lane)

- Corvus (Jasper Logan, age 11, son and only child of Garfield Logan and Rachel Roth, created by @hains-mae and @fireflyxrebel-writes)

- Impulse ‘Charge’ (Jai West, age 12, son of Wally West and Linda Park)

- Red Kraken (Cerdian, age 13, son and eldest child of Garth and Dolphin)

NOTE: in this version, Cerdian becomes an older brother to Tula at the age of 2 1/2 years.

Reblog and/or reply if you have comments or questions regarding these two teams. It will be very appreciated

[fanficfanattic]

Merry Mini-Fic-Mas!

I wanted to make a few quick little fics for some folks who I’ve so appreciated the existence of over this year! I couldn’t do everyone, sadly, so I’ll also have a lil something for everyone else too!

January 1: jamietarttsnorthernattitude

January 2: readwing

January 3: yorkshire-rockchick

January 4: orbitalpirate

January 5: andilikedyouforthat

January 6: TBA

January 7: all of my friends (and I guess enemies too).

[cherryxcadbury]

16 with Mason if it is not gone please?xx

first person pov

“Cast picture, everyone in!” One of your costar’s publicists beckoned to everyone.

You nodded, smiling nervously. You were at the French football awards, commonly known as the ballon d’or ceremony. Closely behind the Oscars and Golden Globes, this was one of the ceremonies with the most paparazzi you’d ever faced.

You were a Hollywood actress, a very successful one at that. From an early age, you’d love watching football and grew up supporting West Ham United. So, when the producers of Ted Lasso offered you a main role, you quickly did the paperwork and cleared your plate of all your other jobs.

After the cast photo was done, you more than anything wanted to get off the carpet, but the paparazzi had other ideas.

“Y/N! One solo photo please! Just one please Y/N!” The photographers screamed.

You bit your lip and opted for one photo. Trying to keep a straight face as the flashes intensified and you could see nothing but lights flashing constantly. Red carpets were a nightmare. Your hand was stationed on your hip and you debating on moving. The amount of light rendered you speechless.

“Y/N! A PHOTO IN THE FRONT TO SHOW US THE OUTFIT!” One screamed.

That shout got you out of your daze and you quickly made your way off of the carpet, trying very hard not to trip in front of everyone.

You let out a breath of relief when you realised you’d survived the fatal light show.

“Survived aye?” You quickly turned the opposite way upon hearing a voice speak to you.

You turned to see your costar, Brett (who played Roy Kent), looking at you with an easy smile. On set, Brett had surprisingly grown to be a very close friend of yours. Almost like a brother. In honesty, you were a bit worried about getting along with your cast mates given the large majority of them were at least ten years older than you.

You were so happy that you ended up being very wrong. Brett specifically was initially intimidating, because well, look at him. But he was a lot like his character, Roy. He specialized in being hilarious, in that serious, deadpan type of way. But he was so loving and caring, again, a lot like a big brother.

“Tell me about it. That was one of the worst red carpets yet.” You groaned.

Brett shrugged his shoulders with a laugh, “Maybe for you. Their cameras were following you the whole time. You should’ve seen how quickly the rest of us were forgotten after the cast picture.”

“Please. I’ve seen how Roy Kent obsessed some of these guys are.” You teased him, to which he laughed.

“Let’s move to our seats now yeah?” He suggested.

You nodded, quickly turning the opposite way, maybe a bit too quick. Because you ended up crashing right into something quite a few cms taller than you.

Well, more like someone. A crimson blush immediately made its way onto your face. You hated embarrassing yourself at events like these. So much so that you worked meticulously to avoid doing so.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You apologised after steadying yourself.

The person you crashed into looked up with an easy smile on his face. Mason Mount.

“No worries.” He flashed a charming smirk at you, upon seeing the blush deepen on your face.

You gulped wanting this interaction to be over as soon as possible.

“Y/N L/N right? The actress who’s been winning a crazy amount of awards?” Mason checked.

You stood for a second taken aback. He knew who you were?

“Yeah I am Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You stretched your arm out to shake his hand.

You were not a big hugger, so you were grateful when he accepted with a smile.

“I’m Mason, Mason Mount. I play for Chelsea. All the guys love watching you.” He replied earnestly.

“I know who you are. You had a really good season last year.”

“What about this year?” Mason quirked his eyebrow.

You felt yourself slowly getting more comfortable with him.

“I’m not one to judge when someone’s club is going through it.”

His eyes twinkled with interest, “Yeah and what club do you support?”

You ceased a chuckle, “West Ham. So I’m really not in any place to speak.”

“Y/N! We need to get to our seats.” Brett called to you with a smug look on his face.

You knew that you were gonna hear it from him later.

“It was nice talking to you. Hopefully we meet again.” You waved goodbye, turning in the other direction.

When you’d caught up with Brett it was just a matter of waiting until he started teasing of you.

“Mount’s the bloke you were talking to yeah?” Brett began.

“I swear to god Brett if you say anything to the others…” You started before being cut off.

“I won’t say anything. I promise. Other than Y/N’s got a little boyfriend.” He teased.

“This is why I hate you.” You replied with a roll of the eyes.

“Hey! Someone’s gotta do it.” He defended himself with a smile.

The two of you jokingly shoved each other on the way to your seats, you with Mason Mount on your mind the whole way.

six months later…

“I’m not going to lie, pretty sure people hated season 3.” Toheeb, who played Sam Obisanya mumbled to you and the rest of the cast.

After being renewed for a fourth season, you lot were back and filming again.

“We’re like apple tv’s only successful show ever.” Hannah, who plays Rebecca, mentioned.

“That’s why they’re trying to increase the star power this season. Some *actual* footballers are supposed to be guest starring.” Brett informed.

“YOOOOO. Mbappes about to guest star innit!” Phil, who played the infamous Jaime Tartt got very excited.

“No way. The cost for Mbappe to do a 30 second appearance would probably cost the whole season’s budget.” You scoffed.

“Well whoever it is, they’re supposed to shoot their scenes today.” Jason, the Ted Lasso, informed the others.

“Say. Let’s get to shooting now yeah fellas!” He suggested, already slipping into his character.

About five hours later, they were almost done for the day.

“Okay Y/N. I assume you’ve read the script. You’re going to have a scene with the two guest stars. They already know what they have to say, so just do you and I’m sure the take will turn out great.” Jason encouraged.

You nodded, focusing to get in your element. Acting was understandably something that came easy to you. Though you were shy, there was always something appealing about masking your fear and embarrassment into a character. You nodded, focusing to get in your element. Acting was understandably something that came easy to you. Though you were shy, there was always something appealing about masking your fear and embarrassment into a character.

“You can take a water break, maybe five minutes, the guest stars should be here once you get back.” The episode’s director told you.

You nodded, very excited to get some water and some food. You were very very hungry. You walked over to your trailer parked right next to set and grabbed some of the snacks you always had on hand. You almost groaned in frustration when you thought the only thing you had was pistachios, but inwardly celebrated once you saw the cola gummies that you absolutely adored.

“Y/N! We’re about to start the scene!” An assistant director informed, knocking on your trailer.

You stuffed the last bit of cola gummies into your mouth then sped walk back to set. A hair and makeup artist fixed your hair and touched up your makeup before going back to where the camera was fixated.

“I’m here! I’m here! Sorry, I got a bit hungry.” You smiled sheepishly.

“All good Y/N. Now Y/N these are the two guest stars, Mason Mount and Reece James, they both play for Chelsea. Mason, Reece, this is Y/N, she’s one of our stars.” The director began introductions.

You quirked an eyebrow when you heard the names. You turned to your side to see Reece smiling at you, and Mason staring at you with an astonished look. He literally knew you starred in Ted Lasso, why was he surprised?

Wow.

“Hi Y/N! I’m Reece, this is Mason, we’re both big fans!” Reece said, coming over to you with Mason in tow.

You didn’t know who were expecting but Mason Mount was certainly not it. Seen you’d met him at the Ballon d’or ceremony, he’d improved his game tremendously, getting out of the slump he was in in no time. He was becoming the star that got him nominated for the ballon d’or a season or two ago.

“Hi Reece, Mason. It’s a pleasure.” You smiled, shaking Reece’s hand.

“Reece! If you can come over here so we can tell you your lines, Mason knows his already.” A producer called Reece away.

“I’ve been watching your games.” You were the first to speak.

“Still been struggling?” He asked with a knowing smile.

“Very impressed with how quickly you improved your game. Maybe if Messi and Mbappe didn’t exist, you’d stand a chance at the ballon d’or.” You teased.

“I really have been meaning to thank you ya know.” Mason suddenly turned serious.

“What?”

“It was something you said about how Chelsea wasn’t doing so well, and we weren’t. It made me so determined to put in extra work and extra hours in training. You’re part of the reason I’m back on my game. So thank you.” He confessed.

“I’m not one to take credit for other’s hard work. But I appreciate that, thank you.”

“Mason! Y/N! Let me show you your positioning!” The director called out.

About two hours later, the last scene had been shot for the day. You were about to get in your car and drive home before you heard Mason calling for you.

“What’s up Mase?” You asked, turning around.

“Here.” He said, slipping a piece of paper into your hand.

You opened it and successfully avoided blushing when you saw a phone number written down. “This yours?” You teased, waving it in front of him.

He nodded, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“I’m not making the same mistake I did last time.” He winked, walking away.

You stood there dumbfounded until you saw Brett’s provoking smirk several meters away from you.

“Y/N’s got a boyfriend. Y/N’s got a boyfriend.” He sang while walking to his car.

“I hate millennials.” You groaned.