How about an au where Jamie never played football. Roy still did, followed a similar trajectory, and during s2 retired era, he's still going to yoga with the ladies, still loves that they have no idea who he is, etc etc.
The ladies decide that they want to try a more challenging class because they feel like they've gotten too good for beginner level and convince Roy to join them at a moderate level vinyasa flow course. He's a little nervous that it could be too much for him with his injuries and what not, but he's not gonna miss out on an evening with his yoga pals and sweet sweet anonymity.
He doesn't mean to stereotype, but it was true that all of the instructors he's known up to this point were stylish, fit, young women. So he was surprised, walking into this session, to find the instructor setting up a yoga mat at the front, was a guy. Still stylish, fit and young. But a guy.
Blonde highlights, a tight workout shirt on, broad, muscle-y. He gave a bright smile and nodded at the people finding their spots for the class.
"Hi, everyone. I'm Jamie, I'll be your instructor this evening."
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Aka au where Jamie is a yoga instructor who has no interest in football and has no idea who Roy is and Roy has a whole gay crisis over him.
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Angst Prompts: Roy/Jamie
Prompt by @novelbear *Their full list here*
when you want to introduce them to someone but you have that slight hesitation before saying "they're a friend."
"you called me your friend." "was i not supposed to say that?" "you really think i'm just your friend? after these last few weeks?"
A/N: usually I write flirty, sexy, happy RoyJamie but I feel like shit so you're getting sad prompts today. (Ficlet under cut)
“This is Jamie, my …friend.”
Friend, friend. It feels like a slap in the face, because it is. Because Jamie is not going back in the closet for anyone.
Not for Man City. Not for Love Island. Not for his fucking father. And sure as hell not for Roy fucking Kent who Jamie had been considering, exclusively for weeks now, as his boyfriend.
“Yeah. Hey, how you doing mate,” Jamie says diplomatically, through clenched fucking teeth as he shakes the hand of some old fuck Jamie could care less about.
*
He’s fully trapped in his head by the time they reach the restaurant.
“You’ve been quiet.” Roy says, and Jamie struggles to make eye contact.
“Have I?”
“Eerily. Usually can't get you to shut the fuck up.”
Any other day, in any other mood, the comment would have rolled off Jamie’s back. Roy and Jamie teased each other constantly. But right now, after the ‘friend’ comment. After so much time listening to the hateful insecurities whispering venom in his ears, it just feels like a kick to the gut after he’s already down.
“Fuck you Roy,” he says, louder than is polite for a half full restaurant, but it at least the message gets through. Because Roy’s eyebrows shoot to his receding hairline and his mouth drops open in shock.
“Whoa, hey. The fuck’s going on?”
Jamie scoffs, pushing his hair back for something to do that's not destruct.
“The fucks goin on? You called me your ‘friend’ Roy. To someone important to you. Is that all this is? All we are? It’s been months Roy!”
Roy is stunned, embarrassed, and angry. Jamie’s spent enough time looking at this assholes face to understand the nuances in his expressions.
“I don't want to talk about this here,” Roy says, probably thinking he's compromising but it just sets Jamie off. He stands and leaves the restaurant without another word.
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Roy stares at the empty place across from him for another second before tossing cash on the table for the drinks and getting the fuck out of here. He can already hear all of the chatter in the restaurant escalate as more seconds pass.
He needed to talk to someone. Jamie, ideally, but maybe after he’s cooled down a bit.
He wished Keeley wasn’t the first person that jumped to his mind. Only because it wasn't fair to burden her with news of a second failed relationship after he was the one who ended theirs.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuucccck.”
*
Jamie goes home. And he drinks. He hates himself for it, but, well, he’s already at the bottom of the well, can’t get any lower than this right?
*
He loses track of time, and how much he’s drank. Of how many pictures he's taken of his body and dick as revenge postings to maybe piss Roy off more. They don't go any further than his camera roll though, because the liquor makes his eyes heavy and he’s asleep less than 5 minutes later.
*
Waking up alone is one of the worst feelings in the world in Jamie’s opinion. Especially once he's in a relationship. And now, after 5 months and 16 days, he’s grown accustomed to waking up against Roy’s frame. To falling asleep with his light snoring in his ear.
Waking up alone, hungover, because your actions may have ended yet another fantastic relationship? Take the worst feeling in the world and compound it by 100.
Jamie isn't getting out of bed today. Maybe not even this week. Maybe he’ll quit the team all together. It would save him the embarrassing feeling of seeing Roy everyday. Of explaining to everyone how they went from best friends to enemies again over night.
He thinks about calling his mom. But then he remembered she and Simon were out on holiday till the 19th.
The last of his hope for a good day is dashed.
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want you to be (the heavens above me)
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“I –– I should go,” he manages to choke out, not looking at Phoebe’s glittery bubble bath. “I’ve kept you long enough.”
“What?” Roy asks. He looks confused in a way Jamie’s never seen him before.
“I’m intruding,” Jamie says gently, the same tone that he used to use to explain to his cousins why his dad was passed out snoring in the corner before Christmas dinner had even been served.
“No you’re fucking not,” Roy says instantly, circling his fingers around Jamie’s wrist so hard it hurts. “How can you be fucking intruding? I fucking invited you.”
Jamie’s head swims with all the f-bombs in that sentence. You’d think he’d be used to it by now.
or,
roy looks after jamie after man city.
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