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lovemesickly · 10 months

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And Just Like That

summary: five times Jamie Tartt heard of Sasha Adair and the one time he met her

a/n: so i did give reader a name and the reason for this is because i am thinking of turning this into a whole ass series with the characters that are new and mentioned. the series will more or less be revolved around this one-shot. so please comment and give all the feedback/ideas and let me know if turning this into a series is a good idea. and fyi there is no description of sasha so imagine her however you want. thank you and enjoy reading!

warning(s): mature language and implied sexual themes and a +2.6k word count

Jamie Tartt was seven the first time the name Sasha Adair graced his ears. He had just arrived at football training with the older kids, even though he was one of the younger lads on the team he was their star player. As they warmed up, he couldn’t help but overhear the coaches talking amongst themselves.

“I can’t believe Alec Adair is retiring, God never thought I’d see the day,” one coach replied to the other.

“I know, he’s pushing 40 too. It's about time he retired. I mean he's got a kid, Sasha I think the kid's name is. Apparently, that's why he's retiring in the first place. Wants the domestic life, news flash mate, it's not all it's cracked up to be,” the other coach said in disdain.

“Hey, it just means fewer wins for Richmond and hopefully more for Man City,” and at that, the two men started to crack up.

Later that day when Jamie went home, he snuck onto his mother's computer and looked up Alec Adair. Article upon article popped up, photos ranging from the start of Alec's career to the present day flooded said articles. One picture caught his attention more so than the others, Alec standing in the goalie's net with a little girl (Jamie guessed it was Alec's kid Sasha). Alec decked out in his Richmond kit, while his little girl sat on his shoulders decked out in a smaller version of said kit. It seemed the picture caught their mid-laugh and Jamie couldn't help but wonder what that was like, having a laugh with his father. Before Jamie could scroll through any more photos, he heard his mother coming up the stairs.

Years passed and Jamie was eighteen the second time the name Sasha Adair was mentioned in his presence. Freshly turning the legal drinking age in England, he and a couple of his mates decided to hit the pubs. As Jamie threw back shot after shot, beer after beer, it took a toll on his bladder. Desperately needing to relieve himself, Jamie made his way to the back of the pub he currently occupied. He didn’t know if the liquor was getting to him or if he had heard it right, but the name Sasha Adair rang like a church bell in his ear. Stopping just short of the bathroom, he turned to his right. There just across the way from him was a rectangle lighting up with sound and color. Hypnotized by the rectangle, he moved closer to it. It seemed his eyes didn’t want to adjust but thankfully his ears worked just fine.

A woman's voice came out of the lite up box, “It seems Adair strikes again. It wasn’t too long ago that Alec Adair was making his debut as a Mighty Red. Seems only fitting now that Sasha Adair at just the age of sixteen is undergoing the same fate. What’d you say about that Marge?”

Another women’s voice sat in Jamie’s ears, “Alec Adair was an absolute menace out on the pitch. And if Sasha is anything like her father when it comes to football, we are in for a ride.”

A little dazed and confused, and still needing to pee, Jamie started to make his way to his desired destination. As he relived himself, he couldn’t help but replay what he had heard just moments before. He didn’t know what to think of it as he was either too drunk or too tired to care. Still, he scoffed slightly under his breath, nepotism was a real fucking bitch.

Four years later and Jamie was twenty-two and if you asked his teammates, he was the most enormous prick around. That didn’t stop Keeley Jones from dating him and it sure as hell didn’t stop her from having sex with him either. It happened to be that they were at Jamie's house together when he heard the name Sasha Adair for the third time in his life. They had just finished doing the deed, Jamie was in the kitchen grabbing himself a glass of water and a small bite to eat while Keeley sat on the couch just having turned on the telly.

As what was years ago to Jamie a rectangle with lights and sound turned on, Keeley couldn’t help but let out a gasp, “My god”, she exclaimed. Jamie confused as to what Keeley was reacting to, turned around from the fridge to face the telly playing in the living room.

Up on the telly was the local news channel, Keeley having turned it up to get the full story.

“Breaking news just in, Earlier this afternoon Manchester United’s women's team player number 11, Sasha Adair was in a devastating collision. Let's go to Richard Tally, who is currently at the scene of the incident,” the screen changed to an older gentleman out in what looked like the countryside.

“Here out in the middle of Aberdeenshire, Scotland, at approximately one-forty-two this afternoon Sasha Adair crashed into this tree over to my right,” the camera spanned over to the news anchor's right side, and there it was. Said tree was broken, hanging on to its bottom half for dear life. And in front of that tree was broken glass, most of the scene having been cleared away. “According to Police Scotland, Adair was traveling at a speed of around 80 kilometers per hour. And my sources say that she wasn’t the only one in the automobile. We don’t know yet her condition, hopefully, she makes a speedy recovery soon. Back to you Beatrice.”

Jamie couldn’t believe it. Underneath that prick exterior, he felt bad for the poor lass. The crash looked quite severe and Jamie didn’t want to think about the pain she might be in. As a professional footballer himself, he knew an incident like that could be the end of one’s career.

Before he could think on it any further, Keeley interrupted, “That poor girl, I hope she's okay.” Jamie didn’t respond but deep down he wished she was too.

Jamie had just been returned back to Manchester City when he heard Sasha Adair's name come up. Sitting in the locker room, Jamie was tying up his studs, with his fellow teammates when Sasha Adair came up.

“Oi, Tartt. Heard that Richmond got a new coach for the women's team. Alec Adair, right?” O’Gara asked. But before Jamie could answer Hitzemann butted in.

“He shoulda been the one to coach the men, leave Lasso to the girls,” chuckles could be heard around the locker room.

And just like that the Adair train started. Jamie knew as soon as it kicked off with Alec that it was just going to end with Sasha and of course, he was right.

“Wasn’t it just a couple of years ago that you were dating Sasha Adair, Brimblecom?” Jamie didn’t know who had asked the question as he tried to keep his head down and he really wished he didn’t have to hear the response either.

All eyes flew to Brimblecom, and slowly a cocky smile made its way onto his face, “I sure was, all up until she went fucking mental after the accident.”

It seemed none of the men regarded what was just said as jealous whispers could be heard all around ranging from, “The photos of her don’t do her justice” to “What I would do to tap that” and much more crude remarks. Jamie didn’t participate in said conversation, he was utterly disgusted by the men he called his teammates. If someone talked about Keeley the way they were talking about Sasha he’d go absolutely ballistic. Jamie may be a prick to men, but when it came to women and children he knew never to disrespect them. He just hoped that Sasha was doing alright and relieved that twat Brimblecom wasn’t in her life anymore.

Returning to Richmond for the season after getting promoted back into the Premier League, Jamie did not expect to hear Sasha Adair's name. It had happened seconds after Jan Maas had gone on a tangent about statists and teams being promoted. What was really shocking was it was Sam who brought her up. Having just changed into his kit and going to his cubby, Sam picked up his phone only for a notification from a news outlet to pop up. Clinking on it, Sam thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

“Guys, guys you’ll never guess what I just read”, Sam said with a beaming smile on his face, eyes shining.

“Bruv, please don’t tell me it's another article predicting us to finish last this season”, sighed Isaac.

“No, it’s about Sasha Adair,” At that the whole room quieted down, seeing Alec Adair in the same building was enough to get them starstruck. But Sasha Adair was a whole other kind of emotion for these men. Sam continued, “She's coming out of retirement”.

Whispers now collected in the locker room, none of the men believed what they were hearing. While Jamie stood by himself, wondering what the fuck was going on. These men were acting like they were in secondary school, gossiping about a girl. He didn’t think it could get any worse until it did.

Sam wasn’t done talking, “Wait there's more,” Once again it was silent as Sam scrolled through the article. The men were on the edge of their seats, not thinking it could get better from here. At this point Sam was reading through the article at lightning speed, “It says here that she's going to be playing for A.F.C. Richmond”.

At that chaos followed. Will the kit man had to sit down in fear of fainting. Colin and Isaac were giggling like a bunch of school girls. Dani started speaking to himself in Spanish. Zoreaux at a loss for words hoping he doesn’t make a fool out of himself the way he did with Alec Adair. And Richard singing her high praises. The other players having their own mixed reactions. Jamie in particular.

Over the years he had heard her name from multiple sources, both the good and the bad. And now with her about to be in the same building as him, training on the same pitch as him, he was astonished. But he didn’t have time to think about it as he had to get ready to get on the pitch and still had yet to change into his kit.

It had been about a week since the news of Sasha Adair and her coming back out of retirement, playing for Richmond. And so far there has been no sighting of her at Nelson Road. The guys had been trying to see if they could catch a glimpse of her and to no avail they had no luck. All but one of them, all but Jamie Tartt.

He hadn’t been trying to scout her out, he wasn’t like his teammates in that department. He swears it had just been a chance encounter. It had been weight training day for the men's side of Richmond and Jamie was beyond annoyed. It first started off with him getting barely any sleep due to Roy and his 4 am training schedule. Next, it was the fact that it was weight training day and Bumbercatch almost dropped a dumbbell on Jamies star winning foot. But the icing on top of the already shit cake was Jamie's headband broke, snapped right as he bend down to grab his water bottle.

Releasing a sigh, he grabbed his water bottle and exited the weight training area, hoping and praying he had an extra headband in his cubical. Ravaging through his duffle bag, jacket, and all the places he could think where it might be, he came up empty-handed. There was nobody else on the team that wore headbands, most of the guys had short hair, minus Dani but still he tied his up. Usually, at a time like this, he would ask someone from the women's team of Richmond. It wouldn’t be a bad idea until he realized, he couldn’t just go out onto the middle of the pitch and interrupt their practice for a goddamn headband.

Just as he thought he would have to deal with his hair being in his eyes for the remainder of the day, a woman walked past the locker room. Thinking maybe she had a headband, he couldn’t help to all but sprint out into the hallway and stop that girl.

He called out a couple of times to her, “Excuse me, miss”. There was no response. “Miss! Miss!”. She didn’t even turn around it was almost as if she didn’t hear him or was downright ignoring him. Fed up with calling and not being acknowledged, he ran up to her and tapped her on the shoulder to which she took out an earbud and finally turned around.

The moment she faced him, was the moment that Jamie Tartt forgot why he even bothered her in the first place. He had never seen a woman more beautiful than the one standing before him, from her hair to her lips to her eyes staring into his own. Fuck he could get lost in those eyes forever. And it seemed he almost did just that but thankful he was able to come back to reality in time to hear her voice.

“Can I help you?” she asked, her breath light and airy. One eyebrow was crooked, curious as to what this man could possibly want.

“Yea, um sorry to bother you. But I was just wondering if you had a headband I could borrow. You see mine broke and usually I have a spare, but dumb meh forgot it at home. And I’d ask one of the guys, though they all mostly have short hair and I just don’t like meh hair getting in meh eyes is all,” at this point Jamie was rambling, it had been a while since he talked to a girl that wasn’t either his mother or Keeley.

Before he could continue on, the woman in front of him seemed to pull something out of her A.F.C. Richmond jacket. Lo and behold, Jamie couldn’t believe his luck, there it was a headband the same color as Richmond’s home kit. “Here, seems like you need this more than I do,” she put the headband in Jamie's hand.

For a second Jamie had lost sense of reality again, with her skin touching his he didn’t know how to think. “Th-thank you, I appreciate it yea”, he started to fiddle around with the headband.

A small smirk overtook her face, “Don’t mention it and actually keep it, I won’t be needing it any time soon”. There was a moment of silence between them before she broke it, “Anyways, I have to get on the pitch or Coach is literally going to skin me alive. But hope the headband helps keep the hair out of your eyes. It was lovely chatting”.

With that, she turned around and was just about to start walking to the weight training room which had a door that lead out onto the pitch when Jamie realized he had no clue who she was. “Wait, I never got your name”, he said to her back.

She turned her head to look at him, ear bud just about to enter her ear again, only to put Jamie in an even bigger state of shock. “Sasha. Sasha Adair”. Just like that, she walked off, leaving Jamie flabbergasted and dumbstruck. He couldn’t believe he had just met the women he had grown up hearing about from coaches, pubs, the telly, his teammates.

And as he looked down at his hands, to the headband she had given him. He couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe today wasn’t so poopeh after all.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x oc #fanfiction #afc richmond #ted lasso #OC #one-shot #fluff #jamie tartt x female reader #jamie tartt x f!reader #female reader #f!reader

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eddiemunscns · 8 months

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Crooked Love // a Ted Lasso fanfic

There were four things that Kiara Otterly was certain of:

1. Tom Holland was the superior Spider-man

2. Taylor Swift’s best song was All Too Well (the ten minute version obviously!)

3. Coffee was way better than tea

4. She hated Jamie fucking Tartt

She used to hate him anyway. Things were different now though. He was different now.

Taglist: @far-shores @starcrossedjedis @steveshcrringtons @steve--harrington--gal @acabecca @sgtbuckyybarnes @cas-verse @valdrinors @drbobbimorse @malafvma @arrthurpendragon @fakedatings @asirensrage

#ch: Kiara Otterly #fic: Crooked Love #oc appreciation #ted lasso #jamie tartt #Ted lasso OC #Jamie Tartt x OC

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creationcitystreet-em · 11 months

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Olivia (Liv/Livie) Lasso

Face Claim: Margaret Qualley

Love Interest: Jamie Tartt

Olivia just turned 22 after also graduating from Wichita State University. She is the first child of Ted and Michelle Lasso, they had her early in their relationship and got married shortly after. Olivia moves to Richmond at the same time as her dad when she receives acceptance to a Master’s program at University College London. Liv can get overwhelmed by attention, but she tries to be friendly to everyone she meets. However, her interactions with Jamie become far from friendly because she hates his arrogance and overall asshole persona. He’s quick to push her buttons because he realizes how he bothers her. However, she has a way of getting under his skin just as easily with her overall indifference towards football and the fact that he can’t charm her when he’s actually trying. Their relationship is very enemies to lovers (with friendship in between but they’re too silly and oblivious to realize that part)

I’m so excited at the idea of writing this, and I’m hoping to follow through. If/when I do, it’ll be posted on AO3 but I’ll put a link here. It would take place starting with season 1 and probably be a slow burn through the other seasons! Let me know if you have any thoughts as it’ll help me through this brainstorming phase!!

#Olivia Lasso #Liv Lasso #Livie Lasso #Ted lasso #Ted lasso fanfic #Jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfiction #Jamie tartt x ofc #Jamie tartt x oc #Jamie tartt fic #Jamie tartt fanfic #Ted lasso fic #Ted lasso fanfiction #richmond greyhounds #Ted lasso daughter #Jamie tartt x lasso daughter

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caslutz · 27 days

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okay but hear me out…

#this is totally a joke #like this is not serious #but also…#hear me out #ted lasso #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #coach beard #shit post #text post #cars #oc #royjamie #roy x jamie #roy kent x jamie tartt

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kvetchinglyneurotic · 9 months

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Roy and Jamie's relationship is one of my favourite parts of TL, but the period between 2x10-3x04 when they're not antagonistic anymore but also not really friends, and their interactions mostly consist of Roy threatening to kill Jamie and slapping food out of his hands, is near the top of my list of writing decisions I did not like.

It's not that I think the two of them should have immediately started getting along post-Wembley or that I think Jamie necessarily should have found those moments triggering — it would have been a perfectly legitimate choice if the writers had gone that route, but given that James seems to be able to put on a friendly(ish) front based on what we know from the Amsterdam story, I could see how Jamie might find how upfront Roy is about his anger reassuring — but because it does a disservice to Roy as a character.

You have this man who's so painfully aware of his flaws, who cares so deeply about the people he loves but is afraid he'll drag them down and infect them with the worst parts of himself, who steps up to take care of his former rival — someone who embodies everything he once was and never will be again — when he's vulnerable and terrified after being abused by his father in front of the whole team. And then a couple of episodes later he threatens to knock Jamie's teeth down his throat.

Fundamentally, I think it's a matter of blending comedy with serious storylines, which TL generally does well, especially in the first two seasons. But I don't think a serious storyline and its comedy counterpart can effectively coexist in the same show. You can't show a character being threatened and assaulted by his father and then turn around and have another character do the same but it's a joke, this time, without undermining one of those storylines. It's the same with Beard and Jane: one of the main character arcs is Rebecca's difficult, painful healing process after the end of her abusive marriage, but at the same time there's a running gag about a couple that's written like they were playing bingo with the Wikipedia page for domestic abuse.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #beard x jane (derogatory)#any time i mention beard and jane you can assume it's with hatred in my heart #back in my posting in the middle of the night era now that i'm done having a migraine #and my brain is no longer punting me directly to sleep at 11:00pm every night #if you saw any spelling/grammar mistakes no you didn't. and neither did i because i'm not wearing my glasses #abuse tw #kvetch oc

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maakeba · 1 year

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3x08 / black & white + fucking shit

#roy is always dressed in black oc #but here i cant help but think it's in contrast to jamie's white #the sentiment is the same (same words) but the outcomes are not #looove me some parallels #roy x jamie x keeley #ted lasso #roy kent #jamie tartt

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simpingland · 2 years

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Masterlist

House of the dragon

Harwin Strong

❤️‍🔥 "A proper back"

Ser Harwin finds himself protecting the younger sister of Princess Rhaenyra, Daenerys, a lonely girl who dedicates to get into trouble.

❤️‍🔥 "The Queen's horse with no name"

As the future Queen of Westeros, Elaena goes to the royal camp with the heavy crown no one wants her to carry in the future. Harwin may be the only true support of the Princess.

❤️‍🔥 "Into the Dragonpit"

Part 2 of The Queen's horse with no name. Ser Harwin is dragged into a simple mission. But dragons are scary and Breakbones need her princess to save the day. He ends the day holding a baby, and I know you all live for that...

❤️‍🔥"Queen of love, Queen of Beauty"

The tournament is happening and Ela can't help but feel anxious for his now, obvious and undeniable crush, Ser Harwin Breakbones Strong. But the man needs to be the first making the moves, doesn't he?

❤️‍🔥"The start of a dream"

Ela and Harwin hear wedding bells but things get complicated, good thing they love eachother.

❤️‍🔥"A beautiful reality"

Ela is pregnant, but starting a family is a complicated thing, thank the gods, Harwin will always be by her side, like he swore to, for his Queen.

❤️‍🔥 "Crown of soap"

Ser Harwin only wants to crown his wife as the Queen of Love and Beauty. And the problem is not that Daemon is his opponent, but that his wife does not want Harwin to win the tournament.

❤️‍🔥 Harwin being your secret lover headcannons. (Male!reader smut)

❤️‍🔥"How to fix an aching nose." (Smut)

Harwin cant believe his luck, married to a targaryan princess, being completely in love with her, her being madly in love with him...Not many believe his luck neither. Only his wife can prove him that its all real.

Aemond Targaryen

🥓 "Too young for war, too beautiful for battles"

Being Daemon's daughters wasn't easy, and Aemond knows that. But it's even harder to see your only friend denying his love for you. If only Alyssa knew that the prince was as much of a simp for her as she was for him...

🥓 "Wolfs and dragons, both have claws and teeth"

A Lannister forever bonded with her Stark mother, Evanna founds her traumas arise when she gets pregnant with his husband Aemond's first child. The Prince, in the other hand...well, he's quite cute about it.

🥓 "To conquer as dragons"

Saera is kept as a ward of the Queen when the King dies. She is left surrounded by her mother's enemies, but Aemond was never one of them. In the search of Aegon, confessions are made on the daylight and arranges are made in the afternoon.

🥓"Today was a win"

Saera and Aemond arrive at Dragonstone, after he decided on choosing Team Black out of her love for her. But Aemond is not welcome and Saera has to prove his good-will. Part 2 of To conquer as dragons but many can't read it, hope it makes sense still reading it as a stand alone.

🥓"A wound willing to heal"

After kneeling for Queen Rhaenyra, Aemond and Saera struggle to win the confidence of the family. An incident during training makes Luke change his way of seeing his uncle. Part 3 of "Today was a win" and the part 1 doesn't show in tumble but check out my AO3.

🥓"My one true King" Male!oc

Alys Dayne is the secret love of Aemonds life, the only one he could trust with his feelings after coming back from Storm's Ends. Would he think of him as a monster? Would he destroy the boy's life?

🥓"Come and rest"

Storms are Bryanne's biggest fears, aside from many other things. In the night, Aemond invite her to his chambers, promising to protect her from the storm and many other things.

🥓"Alliance of flowers and wings"

When Aemond offers Lyassandre Tyrell a visit to Highgarden, she doesn't expect the gentlemen he really his, little does she know, Aemond wants something out of the smartest lady on court.

🥓 "Taste of Wine and Smell of Lavender"

At that very intense dinner with the "Velaryon" boys, Ashara Dayne, betrothed with Prince Aemond wants to know why is he so stuck in the past. Meanwhile, Aemond is surprised by her true character and charisma.

🥓"Zālagon and Vhagar" Male!reader

You are the heir of a powerful valyrian House in Pentos. But the only thing you wished for was to fly day and night with your dragon. Only the lonely Prince Aemond can make the future look promising. Part 1

🥓"The Duty to Protect" Male!reader

After years as lovers in Essos, the peace is ended when they call for war. Aemond is left with the task of staying in the castle while he has to see the love of his life leave for battle. Angst +fluff. Part 2

🥓"The Rumors"

Aemond is forced to marry a woman he was more than happy to ignore. But her sarcasm, brain skills and a knee injury makes him feel a bit too passionate for her.

🥓"To dance only with you"

When Aemond goes to war, his wife is left in sorrow, pregnant and angry. When she visits him to apologise, she founds him with the famous Alys. Things fall apart in a minute but Aemond is determinated to fix it.

🥓"To imagine" (smut, modern AU)

Reader has been nothing but the the moon and Sun for Aemond, so when she breaks down for the first time in front of him, he just can't help but confess all she makes him feel.

🥓 "Hidden door to your bed" (smut)

Aemond and you have spend several years looking for each other's company, each other's touch. But the waiting has to come to an end, even if it means that Aemond has to look for the secret path to your room.

🌜"Flirting and sleeping" (Ewan Mitchell x fem!actress)

Playing Aemond's love interest have the perks of giving you a flirty partner during promotion and a comfortable shoulder to sleep on set.

Aegon Targaryen

🍷 "Love is Patient"

Moments before the coronation, Aegon's wife recalls her first memories with the Prince. Patience was key on this journey to make things right. And this patience let love to grow easily between them.

Jacaerys Velaryon

⚜️"Black and purple"

Gia and Jace have been bethroated since children, but the Targaryen boy feels to good to be true by a simple lady like Gia, that dinner in King's Landing make the naive boy see things more clearly.

⚜️"Giants and other tiny things"

When an invitation arrives from Casterly Rock, Jace will need the help of Daemon's ward. The lady, much more sociable and simple, will accept, despite (or precisely because) she is in love with him.

⚜️"The Punch and the Car" (smut)

Modern Au! Jacaerys Strong never liked the girl his mother adopted, and made his life's mission to let her know that. But years past and reader can't handle that much hate from someone as intense as him. Baela and Rhaena have an idea. Maybe there's part 2.

⚜️"Never Pretending"

Gaella Targaryen (Alicent's kid) and Jace Velaryon were friends long before they understood what green and black meant. When they meet again six years later, they realise that there was always something more to both the court and their own friendship.

⚜️"The guide and the companion"

Gaella runs from the greens, hoping to be welcomed by the Blacks and more specifically the Prince Jacaerys. The feelings are strong but even in the same side, both of them find themselves way to separated by the past.

⚜️"Nightmare"

The tour in search of allies start, and the tension between Gaella and Jace must stop for the same cause. But the first stop is avit more difficult for reasons they never imagined.

Lucerys Velaryon

🌊 "Alone together"

Y/N Celtigar and Luke have been betrothed for years, but the reader is having a hard time finding true friendship on Dragonstone. Some tutoring makes Luke change his mind about his wife to be.

🌊"Trust"

Luke is enchanted by a new young Knight. He is so desperate to impress his crush that he put himself in embarrasing situations.

🌊"Touch and Protection" (Male!reader)

Reader has spend more than six years in love with Lucerys. But only when the times get difficult, one has to protect the things we love the most.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

🖤"Combing her hair" (fem!reader)

Reader is too concentrated in the idea of being favored by Rhaenyra to notice that the Princess is actually, way too fond of her.

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The Last Kingdom

Osferth

✝️"The little lights"

Osferth has many reasons to keep his love for you a secret. But there is a limit to everything, and if can't marry you, then he will make his bows during a secret handfasting ceremony by the river.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Ted Lasso

Jamie Tartt

⚡️"Who is Higgings?"

Being new at Richmond is always complicated no matter how many times you have been there. One lonely Jamie Tartts grows font of Rebecca's new assistant.

PEACE AFTER THE STORM

A Lucemond Fanfic.

An apology is hidding under the belt of Lucerys Velaryion, prepared to be speak out loud in front of Aemond Targaryen. But the instant hate his uncle shows him makes him hide his feelings once more.

Violence keeps occurring between both boys and they will have to figure out how to go home after Aemond's chasing in the skies of Storm's End. This adventure puts on hold the Dance of the Dragons as the Princes are lost with nothing but eachothers company.

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Feel free to let me know about a character you want me to write about. Yes, i put a fried becon to Aemond, soz. I don't do "x reader" but i can try it. I can also write about many other shows. Xx <3

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oh-surprise-its-me · 6 months

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Roy/Jamie prompt: Due to some freak accident Jamie takes something super heavy right to the chest, like a weight or a medicine ball. The breath his completely knocked out of him, he's literally knocked off his feet and as he lays there gasping in agony his eyes find Roy and with whatever strength he's got he reaches out to him. A horrified Roy rushes to his side, pleading with Jamie to hang on as the younger man passes out. There's a mad rush to the hospital where Jamie pulls through and isn't actually as hurt as everyone thought. It just scared the crap out of them all, especially Roy who goes uber protective mode as he takes over Jamie's care. It's just the jolt these two need to finally realize what they mean to each other.

Oh he gets the wind knocked out of him. Had that happen to a friend when I was like 9. He fell off a high swing and straight onto his chest. We all thought he needed a hospital was absolutely terrifying.

Roy is frozen for a second before he leaps forward. Jamie is gasping and shaking. He’s clawing at his chest. Roy slams into the ground next to him.

“Jamie? Can you breathe?”

He gets a broken gasp and a shudder in response. “Okay hospital call a squad.” Jamie’s eyes fill with tears. He reaches a hand out towards Roy. Roy takes the hand without thinking. He links their fingers together. “Come on Jamie. You’ll be okay stay awake.” Jamie shakes his head. He starts crying for real and scratching at his chest.

Roy only prays the squad gets here faster

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Roy has refused to leave Jamie’s side ever since the hospital said he could be discharged. Roy almost fought the doctor who said he could leave. Jamie’s chest was black and blue. He shook when he took his hoodie off. Roy needless to say forced him into a wheelchair to take him to his car.

“Old man shouldn’t the rolls be reversed?” Roy snorts. He can’t help it. He’s just happy to hear Jamie talking and joking again. “We’re going to my house. Be good not a word about the dog.”

Jamie perks up at the mention of a dog. “Dog! Roy you’ve got a dog?? How long? What’s its name? What kind! Why haven’t I known this?” Roy snorts and buckles Jamie’s seatbelt.

“Two months. Frankie. Chihuahua. Cause I hadn’t told you yet. Phoebe wanted a dog. Ruth said if I got one it’d basically be like hers.” Jamie blinks at all the information. “So you got a dog so your niece would be happy? God I love you.”

Roy nearly chokes on the gun he’s chewing. “You’re drugged.” Jamie shakes his head and rests it on the window. “Always loved you. This made me realize I should say it.”

Roy jerks the car into the closest parking lot. He shoves it in park and stares at Jamie. Who understandably looks a little startled. “You fucking muppet. I was going to say that later.” Jamie’s mouth opens and closes. “No the fuck you were not.” Roy grabs his hand and holds on tight. “I love you. I want to date you.”

Jamie’s mouth drops open. He can’t believe it. “You love me like I love you?” Roy smiles. He brings Jamie’s hand up to kiss it. “Hate that it took this to make me say it but yes. I do.” Jamie let’s out a whoop that makes Roy’s head hurt a little.

“Roy Kent loves me. He fucking loves me!” Roy laughs and shifts to drive again when he’s attacked. “Kiss! Now! Now now now now now now.” Roy cuts him off by obeying. Kissing Jamie is nice feels right.

Roy pulls away with a tap to Jamie’s chest. “No strenuous activity for at least a week. Behave.” Jamie whines but Roy ignores him. “I’ll let you get Frankie outfits with my card if you’re good.” Jamie grabs the hand not on the wheel. “Oh I love you.” Roy snorts.

“I love you too.”

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behind the scenes chapter four | what like its hard?

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pairing: jamie tartt x actress!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 4,021

summary: you and jamie attend your first public event as a “couple”. you can totally pull it off, right?

a/n: happy birthday for me to you! i hope you enjoy this chapter - we’re cooking with gas now ;) i also introduce a few more side characters in this chapter, so i created a face claim list if anyone’s interested! totally want everyone to picture the OCs however they want, but thought it would be cool to show who i picture, and also just help keep everyone straight haha <3

When Jamie arrives at Nelson Road Stadium the day after your strategy session, he expects questions; maybe even a little bit of excitement. He was well aware of the photos that got released last night. He’d also resisted the urge to text you “i told you” but he assumes you’d seen them. He also assumes his teammates will have seen them by now, so he anticipated a reaction from them today.

What he wasn’t expecting was to walk into the locker room and find an actual mob. His teammates didn’t even notice he’d arrived, they were so busy yelling at each other and waving their phones around. Jamie studies the room, unsure if he should even say anything. But they had a match to play.

“Oi,” is all Jamie manages and then suddenly every pair of eyes are on him. The room falls silent for exactly five seconds before everyone erupts into even louder commotion. He struggles to make out what everyone is saying.

“How the hell did you meet The Y/N Y/L/N?” Comes from Isaac.

“What’s she like? I bet she smells nice,” From Dani.

“Are you two actually dating?” “There’s no way, he’s got to be paying her.” From Colin and Jan Maas respectively.

He even makes out Coach Beard theorizing that the photos must be doctored.

Jamie’s not even sure where to start with addressing the room. He glances toward the coaches’ offices and sees Roy looking on curiously through the glass, eyebrows furrowed. He takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

“Alright, alright, pipe down,” Jamie shouts over the crowd, “Bunch of animals, you lot.”

Everyone eventually quiets down. Sam raises his hand.

Jamie rolls his eyes, “Yes, Sam?”

“Is it true?” he asks cautiously, “Are you dating Y/N Y/L/N?”

Jamie takes another deep breath and nods, “Uh…yeah.”

“How the fuck did you manage that?” Isaac questions again.

“I ran into her while I was on a run,” Jamie shrugs, “Took her to coffee. ‘Cept she doesn’t drink coffee, only hot chocolate.”

“That’s true!” Dani gasps, “I read that in an article.”

Jamie holds back a smirk.

“So, what? You’ve been sneaking around the whole time she’s been in town for that movie?” Zoreaux asks.

Jamie shakes his head, “Nah, we’ve only gone out a couple times. It’s still new. She wanted to keep it low key but you know, paparazzi and all that.”

There’s a murmur of agreement throughout the room.

“Do you think…” Will pipes up nervously, “She’d ever come to a match?”

A chorus of excited “oohs” echoes through the room. This time Jamie can’t hold back his grin.

“Maybe.”

They once again erupt into yells until Roy is telling everyone to shut up and get ready. The team listens to their coach, but not before congratulating Jamie on his brand new relationship again. Although a few of them are still in disbelief.

Jamie once again makes eye contact with Roy who approaches him at his bench.

Roy’s lips form a straight line and he nods. Jamie translates that into ‘I’m happy for you’ in Roy speak. Jamie gives him a small smile and goes back to tying his shoes.

He’s in a particularly good mood as the team piles out of the locker room 30 minutes later to go warm up for the match. But when he rounds the corner he runs directly into Keeley.

“Shit, sorry,” He mutters, shaking off the surprise of seeing her so suddenly.

“Oh, it’s okay,” Keeley insists, “I’m the one showing up out of nowhere. You’re the one who’s supposed to be here.”

They both laugh, albeit a little awkwardly.

“I saw those pictures,” Keeley says quickly, not one to beat around the bush, “Of you and Y/N Y/L/N.”

Jamie huffs humorously, “Oh yeah? That makes you and everyone else.”

Keeley chuckles, “When you said you were seeing someone, that was not who I was expecting. I told Roy what you told me and he thought you might be lying.”

Jamie laughs along with Keeley again and he hopes it doesn’t come off as forced as it sounds in his head.

“Well, as you can see I was definitely not lying due to the photographic proof.”

“So, you really like her then?” Keeley asks, “She seems totally amazing, but I guess you never know with big Hollywood stars.”

Jamie nods, “Yeah, no, she is amazing. She’s kind. And funny. And yeah, I really like her.”

Keeley gives him a warm smile, “Good. You deserve someone like that. And I for one cannot wait to meet her.”

Jamie smiles and nods again. With that, Keeley bids him good luck and they part ways so she can meet up with Rebecca in the owner’s box.

Okay, he was in it now. And it's surprisingly easy to lie about a fake girlfriend when most of the details so far were true. He was pleasantly surprised at how well the two of you got on the prior night despite having just met.

This was going to be a piece of cake.

Tonight was going to be miserable.

Despite happily agreeing to do so weeks ago, you were now dreading attending this movie premiere with your castmates.

Yes, it looked good to show support for your co-lead and his girlfriend. Yes, it would be a good opportunity to go officially public with your new fake relationship. Yes, it meant free food.

But, God, did you hate things like this.

You attended red carpet events, award shows, galas, and the like all the damn time, but it never made it any easier. Sure, you’d gotten pretty comfortable in your own skin and less afraid of public speaking over several years of being in the business. However, you still detested strangers yelling at you and awkward encounters with other people you only saw at these functions.

You were an introvert at heart and you’d much rather stay in and watch a film on the TV in your bedroom.

Which is precisely what you were doing now. You were meant to be putting on your dress for the evening as the hair stylist and make up artist Margot coordinated were due any minute. Instead, you were wrapped in your robe, watching The Parent Trap which you had stumbled on channel surfing while you were procrastinating.

You were halfway through coming up with a plan to get out of going when you heard voices growing closer from down the hallway.

“...Maybe you can talk some sense into her.” Margot.

“Yeah I’m sure I’ve gained a lot of credibility from the 4 times we’ve interacted so far.” Jamie?

He wasn’t supposed to be here for another hour when you had to leave.

They converse more before you hear them from right outside your door.

“Alright, good luck,” Margot says, “And thank you for actually wearing a shirt under the suit jacket.”

Jamie scoffs, “How the hell do you know about that?”

“You don’t think I did my research on you once she told me you were going through with this plan? Now get in there, Romeo.”

You bite back a smile as Margot’s heels bound away from your room.

“Knock knock,” Jamie’s muffled voice comes through the door, as he still actually knocks.

You begrudgingly sit up in your bed. “Come in.”

Jamie slowly opens the door and peeks in, before his eyes settle on you. Once he steps in, you get a full view of his ensemble. He’s wearing a crisp maroon suit, with black trim that will complement your own black dress, just as you had planned. It also appeared he’d attempted to slick his longer hair back, but a few strands were falling out of place. It worked for him.

You nod at him, impressed, “You are wearing a shirt.”

Jamie crosses his arms, “Did you look me up for research, too?”

The side of your mouth quirks up, “I looked you up right after we met.”

Jamie looks taken aback, “Really?”

“Yeah. I wanted to know what the deal was with you football players,” You shrug, “And may I say, your reputation precedes you.”

Jamie looks at the ground, “I promise I’m not as bad as all the tabloids make me look. At least…not anymore.”

“Don’t worry, I get how fame and fortune can get to a person. I don’t judge.”

Jamie looks up at you again and you exchange small smiles. He wanders over closer to your bed and peers at your TV. “Can I join you?”

Now you’re the one who's a bit surprised. Wordless, you scoot over so he can perch himself on the edge of your bed beside you. Jamie makes himself right and home and leans against your headboard.

You don’t say anything for a couple moments as you both stare ahead at the screen.

Eventually Jamie murmurs, “Chessy is hot.”

You snort, but nod. “Yeah she is.”

After another few seconds, you see Jamie’s head turn towards you from the corner of your eye, “Margot told me you do this a lot.”

“Do what?” you ask, not taking your eyes away from the movie.

“Hide away when you don’t want to do things,” he explains, “Why don’t you want to go to this premiere?”

“I don’t know. Premiere’s are stupid,” You mumble like you’re five years old.

Jamie chuckles, “Come on. They’re fun. You get to wear cool shit and get free shit and meet other famous people and shit.”

“You have quite the diverse vocabulary.”

“Shut up,” he laughs, “Seriously, though. What's not to like?”

“Okay, yeah, theoretically it's fun,” You sigh, “But in actuality…it’s a lot. My social battery is this big.” You hold up your pointer finger and thumb like you're pinching something. “I don’t love interacting with people I barely know.”

Jamie nudges you with his shoulder, “You weren’t so bad with me when we met.”

“Well, that was different,” you mutter. The sentiment hangs in the air for a little too long for your liking and you don’t have the nerve to consider what you meant, so you barrel on, “This is hours of forcing small talk with people I only see at things like this. And yeah, Margot will be there and my co-stars will be there…”

“I’ll be there,” Jamie interjects, “Right by your side the whole time like the good, doting boyfriend I am.”

You finally turn to face Jamie and he winks at you. You shake your head, but you manage a smile.

“I know. But it’s still so draining. I love my job. I love getting to experience this life that so many dream of. But sometimes I’d rather just curl up in a blanket and pretend that nobody knows who I am.”

After another few seconds of silence, Jamie nods slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay?” you question.

“Okay,” he shrugs, “We can stay here then, and watch other god tier movies like The Parent Trap all night if that's what you want.” You squint at him suspiciously and he continues. “You shouldn’t have to do anything you don’t want to do and I’d be more than happy to play hooky with you. But, then we’d miss out on the chance to debut our extremely real relationship in front of the world, and then you wouldn’t get to prove everyone wrong for saying you’re not fit to be a romantic lead and no one will get to see how fit you look in that dress.”

You laugh lightly. You’re briefly stunned by his suggestion that you don’t go - despite his point about losing sight of the reason why you were going in the first place. No one really had ever entertained the idea of you skipping out on something unless there was a valid reason. But to Jamie, not wanting to go was reason enough.

Then you remember that he’s also right about wanting to prove the trolls wrong. And not only that - this was for Jamie, too. Maybe you could cop out if it was just your reputation at stake, but Jamie’s credibility with his friends was on the line, too. And you weren’t going to be the one that fucked this up for him.

“Okay,” you sigh dramatically, “You wore me down. I’ll go.”

Jamie rolls his eyes good naturedly before he pulls himself off of your bed, “I’m glad to hear it. I can’t waste a good suit like this.” He poses playfully for you and you can’t help but giggle. “I’ll leave you to get dressed and meet you downstairs.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you call out, stopping him before he makes it to the door. He watches curiously as you jump off your bed and shut yourself in your walk in closet. “I need help zipping up this dress.” You explain from the other side of the door.

You hear Jamie make a noise of what must be agreement as you change from your robe to your dress. You hold it up against your chest so it doesn’t fall before you open your closet door and re-approach Jamie.

Jamie sucks in a breath when he takes in your appearance. Your hair is still pulled back messily, as you’d yet to get your hair and makeup done, and the dress wasn’t fully in place but you were…stunning. He’d seen you in countless films and photographed on magazine covers but you were even more remarkable in person.

“Wow, you look incredible,” he somehow manages to say once you’re standing directly in front of him.

You grin at him, “Thank you.” Then you spin around so he has access to the back of your dress, and well, your back. He tries not to think about how soft your skin feels as he slowly pulls the zipper up.

You’re also struggling not to shiver with Jamie in such close proximity, his breath tickling the back of your neck. You can’t remember the last time you’d been this close to another person like this outside of a film.

You laugh internally. Probably Margot the last time you got dressed for an event.

Once the dress is fully zipped, you turn back around and find yourself face to face with Jamie, just as close as you’d been moments ago. You gulp, gesturing to the door.

“After you.”

Jamie smiles and gives you a curt nod before heading out the doorway. You take the few seconds you have before you need to follow him to let your breathing return to normal.

This must be what happens when you deprive yourself of human intimacy for so long. One guy gets within three feet of you and you start feeling crazy.

Although, your brain tells you, crazy might not be the right word.

As soon as your limo pulls up to the movie premiere, your skin begins to crawl. You peer out of the window and feel anxious at the sight of the dozens of photographers who at this moment are taking pictures of your costar, Ana Suri, who plays your best friend in the film.

Sensing your tension, Jamie gently squeezes your knee, drawing your attention back to him.

“Hey,” he says softly, “We got this. We smile for the cameras, let them capture how fucking amazing you look, and then go inside. We’ll be in and out.”

You smile at both his compliment and his reassurance, placing your hand over top of his, “Thank you for being here and making this slightly more bearable.”

“Hey, we’re in this together, you know? Like a team. And as your teammate it’s my job to support you and hype you up.”

You snort, “Well, I’d say this is a little different than what a football team does.”

Jamie shrugs, “Either way, we’re winning tonight.”

Jamie’s confidence gives you the power to force yourself out of the limo moments later. As soon as you step onto the carpet, the crowd erupts into cheers. Both paparazzi and fans are eager for your attention. You turn back around, watching Jamie exit the car. You swear the crowd gets louder, which you didn’t think was possible. The English love their footballers.

The photographers love that you and Jamie are on the carpet together, calling out to both of you as you pose in front of them. With his arm around you, Jamie gently rubs your back which manages to calm your nerves.

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be too bad.

You’re pretty sure your inner monologue manages to jinx it.

After less than two minutes on the carpet, some paparazzi start calling for you two to kiss. You instantly look at Jamie, trying not to appear as stressed as you feel in front of the cameras. Jamie just gives you that boyish smirk that makes you want to roll your eyes. Still, he blinks twice: Your signal for asking if kissing would be okay.

The ball is in your court and you have every right to refuse to do anything. And yet, you find yourself leaning in.

Your noses brush together before your lips touch, but even that was enough to send an electric current down your spine. As soon as you do kiss, the crowd once again screams. You find it amusing despite how completely out of your element you were at this point, so you laugh five seconds into it and you feel Jamie smile against your lips as well. After a couple more seconds you pull away, but you continue to look at the boy in front of you who's still smiling. You give him a shy smile of your own before turning back to the cameras.

Despite not loving the attention as well as PDA in general, you suppose it was good to kiss in a setting so public. No one could call that fake. It certainly didn’t feel fake.

You pose together a little longer, before Jamie suggests getting some pictures on your own. You nearly squeeze his hand off in protest, but he quietly promises to stay close. He keeps his promise by hyping you up from the sidelines, which once again makes you laugh.

After deciding you’d had enough of being yelled at by photographers, you decide to greet some fans - an activity you enjoyed far more than interacting with paparazzi. You signed some autographs and posed for some selfies.

“You and Jamie Tartt are so cute together,” one young girl tells you in the sweetest British accent you’d ever heard.

You look over your shoulder after she says this to find Jamie still watching you from the side. When you catch his eye, he quickly turns away, making you giggle.

Turning back to the girl, you say, “I think so, too.”

Eventually, you rejoin Jamie and the two of you finally enter the theater. You catch up with Margot in there, who briefs you on the who’s who of the attendees so far and tells you who you should talk to before taking your seats.

Jamie is an absolute pro as he stands beside you while you make small talk with people whose names you won’t remember later tonight. You shouldn’t be surprised - he has charisma oozing out of every inch of him.

You feel a sense of relief when you run into your costar Charlie - finally someone you know! He introduces you to Isabel, who you’re happy to find is super kind despite some press she’s gotten for being a diva over the years. You’d be a diva too if you looked as drop-dead gorgeous as she did. It makes sense that she and Charlie found each other.

As Isabel gets caught up in a conversation with Jamie - apparently her dad is a big Premier League guy, despite being from the states - Charlie speaks softly to you.

“So, the rumors about you two were true, huh?” Charlie asks.

You turn to him and nod, “Cold hard facts.”

He studies you for a second before giving you a small smile, “That’s good, I mean, I’m happy for you. I actually hadn’t told you this, but after I was cast and they were still deciding who should play Callie” (your character’s name), “The studio was concerned about casting you because of all that bullshit online about your dating history.”

You scrunch your nose, “They said that?”

He nods, “But I insisted you were the best person I read with. And you were. But it was also a bullshit reason not to cast you.”

“Wow,” You scoff, but give him a kind smile nonetheless, “Well, thank you for sticking up for me.”

He shrugs, “It was nothing. And I’m glad to see you happy with someone despite what people have said. Fuck the haters, right?” He says the last part in a mock-American accent and you laugh.

“Exactly.”

The rest of your night passes by smoothly. You and Jamie share popcorn and candy during the movie, exchanging comments every so often about the film. It was an action-thriller, and Isabel crushed her role in it. You tell her this when you and Jamie bid her and Charlie goodbye, electing to skip the after party to hit a drive thru before going home.

When the limo pulls up to Jamie’s house, you give him a sleepy but grateful smile.

Jamie smiles amusedly back, “You did good today, kid.”

You huff, “Thank you, but I am very glad its over.”

“Ah, come on, it wasn’t so bad,” Jamie teases, “I bet the pics of us are already online and we look hot.”

You shake your head, “I’m gonna need my full eight hours before I have the energy to look at pictures of me on the internet.”

“Okay, we can deliberate tomorrow but I’d still call this night a success. 1-nil, Team Jamie-Y/N.”

You chuckle, slumping against the backseat, “No, you’re right. Thank you so much again for being here tonight.”

Jamie gives you a more genuine smile. “Of course, anytime.”

You smile at his sincerity which lasts exactly .5 seconds before he continues.

“Now it’s my turn to make you do something for me,” he smirks before pushing the limo door open.

“Like what?” you ask, nervous for what he could possibly have in mind, but a deal’s a deal.

“I don’t know yet,” Jamie shrugs from outside the car. He leans back in to press a light kiss to your nose before popping back out, “Good night, girlfriend.”

You roll your eyes and mumble, “Good night, boyfriend.”

Jamie laughs at your tone before shutting the door and jogging up his driveway. Damn, your fake boyfriend was a handful.

As the limo pulls away, your mind wanders back to Jamie’s comment about the photos of the two of you. Despite your earlier protest, you find yourself willingly searching for them. You find them on Google - still too exhausted to deal with Twitter comments tonight. The first few results are of the two of you side by side, along with some of just you or with fans, but then you stop on one of your kiss. Despite a part of you still irked by showing public displays, your heart skips a beat. You’re instantly brought back to the moment from earlier, and even though it was brief, the feeling of Jamie’s lips on yours is burned into your brain. Goosebumps form on your arms at the thought.

As soon as you become conscious of your feelings, you immediately swipe the photo away and shut your phone.

You have to chalk any butterflies up to your lack of relationships lately. That’s all this is. You’re simply touch deprived and feeling the thrill of the lie.

Jamie was just another costar of sorts. It was normal to get caught up in the feeling of a romantic scene and then go back to normal when the camera stopped rolling. Jamie was basically a coworker. A teammate, like he’d said. And in order to win your match of sorts, you had to play the game.

So what if you also enjoyed getting to spend time with Jamie while you did so? You were just becoming friends. It was completely innocent.

Right?

a/n: attempting a slow burn with this one hehe, let me know what you all think!!

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kentdreaming · 1 year

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Ribs: a Roy Kent story

Series: Ribs

Pairing: Roy Kent x OC

Summary: Natalia's past is now quickly becoming her present. Might as well try to make light of it all.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing but that's about it

A/N: I'm so so so grateful for all of the love already for the first chapter! I'm pretty rusty in the writing world, so be patient as I get my footing again. I just love Roy Kent so much, yall. Also, yes I used an old Lorde song for the title of this series in the year 2023, nature is healing

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Chapter 2

His eyes were so dark. A deep warm brown bore hard into her sharp green for a moment. Natalia blinked hard, hoping, wondering, if this was a dream. A glimmer ghosted across his eyes before it disappeared behind some furrowed and bushy eyebrows. “Natalia,” He nodded quickly. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could even utter a sound, Roy had pushed past her and quickly through the photographers giving them obscene gestures and a slew of “Fuck off”s. Natalia scoffed, dumbfounded. She quickly shook it off and squared her shoulders before stepping onto the red carpet. The cameras and reporters roared when she stepped into frame. “Talia, Talia, who are you wearing!?” “Talia, over here!” “Talia–”

She squirmed under the flashing lights and cacophony of sound. Talia tried her best to soothe herself in the moment, playing it off with her hard rocker energy and striking a few poses to appease the cameras. After a pose with devil horns and her tongue out, she began her descent toward the ballroom.

“Is it true you’re now a minority owner of AFC Richmond!?” A reporter yelled. She stopped, flipping her hair over her shoulder for one final money shot with the response, “Yes, darling. It is true. But I must be off to donate to children in need, toodles!”

Natalia stomped into the ballroom and was quickly overwhelmed with the crowds. Not wanting to bother Rebecca as she was clearly in her own groove, she found Ted at the bar. “I’ll have the same as him, love,” Natalia rapped on the bar beside Ted as she heard him order a triple of whiskey. “Well I’ll be,” Ted smiled, quickly admiring her outfit, “You sure do clean up nicely!”

“Thank you, Ted,” Natalia smiled, leaning over to fix his tie. Quickly she felt eyes on her from somewhere else in the room. “Everything alright, Mr. Triple shot?” “Oh y’know when you just see through someone?” Ted shrugged. “Ah, I see you met Rupert,” Natalia nodded as their two drinks were delivered. “You know him?”

“It’s hard not to know him in these circles, but I only know him to be particularly fucking disgusting. You ever heard how Rebecca found out about his cheating?”

“Mm mmm,” Ted shook his head as he drained his whiskey. Natalia raised her eyebrows, taking a long slow sip, not breaking eye contact with the American. Ted took a moment to register what she meant. She felt the eyes again, but she ignored it.

“You?” Ted finally put two and two together.

“Yup,” Natalia nodded, knocking the bar and ordering another round, “He extended me an exclusive invite to Bones and Honey, thinking he could win me over that way… Little did he know I’m already a fuckin’ member. So, I promptly showed up, squashed a morsel of that ego of his and then quickly left to find Rebecca.” “Well, I sure am happy you made that call,” Ted smiled, clinking his glass with yours, “otherwise I never woulda had this opportunity. So I s’pose I have you to thank then.” Natalia smiled, relaxed for the first time all day and patted Ted on the shoulder, “Pleasure is all mine, Ted.” The two enjoyed some chit chat at the bar and seemed to be having a good time. Roy Kent, however, was not. Not only was he sitting at the table with Jamie fucking Tartt, but everytime he had glanced in Natalia’s direction, she seemed to have been getting closer and closer to the gaffer. His hands clenched into hard fists under the table. He hadn’t seen her in decades and there she is chatting up that annoying American. He couldn’t understand why he was getting so angry. But then he saw her and Ted rise from their spots at the bar and make their way toward the table, just as he was getting ushered off to be brought up on stage.

Natalia reached the table as Keeley Jones was making her way back. A small squeal emitted from both the small women, the two quickly hugged each other.

“Talia! You looking fucking incredible, babes!” Keeley squealed, running her way to her in her golden gown. She kissed Natalia’s cheeks and ogled her.

“Your tits are fucking fantastic,” Keeley breathed staring at the deep cut V in the front of her dress. Natalia just laughed, rocking her head back.

Keeley quickly dismissed the young woman named Bex before having a quiet but heated discussion with Jamie. Roy was the next player to be auctioned off. It soon became clear that Keeley was now playing Jamie’s game from earlier at the auction. Frankly, Natalia was sick of it. Sick of seeing Roy being in the middle of it all. Plus, she wanted to have fun anyway. Right before Rupert auctioned off Roy to an old bitty who was promising to make his night one to remember, Natalia stood up with a paddle. “10,000 pounds,” Natalia proclaimed, the crowd quickly filled with commotion and whispers. Roy’s eyes widened underneath the spotlight. “Well, well,” Rupert smiled, a hint of distaste in his features as he realized who it was that bid, “Sold! To Miss Talia Forrest! Just a couple of Sunderland natives out on the town, then? Tell me, what does £10,000 unlock in the Roy Kent Dating Package?”

“Who knows, but what else is a ‘washed up rockstar’ to do with all this royalty money? For the children, right Rupert?” Natalia quipped back, eliciting a scattering of chuckles in the audience, a challenge in her eyes, “Plus, Roy’s been put through enough having to consider a night with Cheryl over here. Hi there, Cheryl, darling.”

“Natalia Forrest, everybody,” Rupert announced, “Don’t you hurt his ego too much,” gesturing to Roy to exit the stage. Roy promptly rushed off stage, moving at bullet speed, he stormed past the crowd as the auction came to a close. Without much acknowledgement, he grabbed Natalia by her arm, dragging her along with him. “Whoa, Roy–” Natalia stammered as he dragged her off to the quiet area of the abandoned sidebar.

“Don’t fucking do that again,” Roy growled.

Natalia’s eyes widened in shock, “Roy— I was just—“

“Between Keeley using me as some stupid fucking jealousy game with that prick and you auctioning out of fucking pity— I fucking hate it.” he bit out.

“I-“ Natalia started, ready to be defensive. Instead she just looked at him. She hadn’t seen him in so long, and even though she wanted nothing more than to wrap him in a hug, she sighed, “I’m really sorry, Roy. I was just sick of Jamie and Keeley’s stupid fucking game.”

Roy took a moment, his eyes searching hers for any sign of deceit. But all he saw were big, apologetic soft green eyes staring back up at him. With heels, she only stood about 5’5”, but there was a time he remembered where they were roughly the same height. A pang of sadness pulled in his chest.

“Thank you,” he nodded.

As he turned to leave, Natalia caught his arm, “Roy wait.”

He paused, turning around to face her again, the feeling of her hand on his arm sent a long forgotten shock through his body.

“You owe me a £10,000 date,” Natalia said smirking up at him, “So you better make it fucking worth it.”

He gave a soft growl and stormed away. Natalia’s heart sank into her gut again as he disappeared. She was quickly distracted by the sound of Rebecca introducing a very last minute musical guest, a street busker, and she was immediately blown away by the young man’s performance. Natalia rushed into the crowd and bounced around to the music with who she was assuming was her team, and by the description Rebecca had given her earlier, danced hard with Coach Beard.

As the night wound to a close, Rebecca found Natalia speaking with Cam Cole, Ted, and Beard. Talia had just finished handing Cam a few business cards and took a photo with him for her personal social platforms to promote the performer when Rebecca approached.

“Hello gentlemen,” Rebecca smiled nervously, “Natalia, I was- uhm- wondering if you would care to join me and–”

“I’m fuckin’ in,” Talia responded.

“I didn’t even finish–”

“I will do anything with you,” Natalia reassured, “Plus, something tells me Keeley is involved.” Glancing over Rebecca’s shoulder to see Keeley trying to wave with two champagne bottles cradled in her arms.

Natalia turned back to the three men, “My chariot awaits gentlemen. It’s been a fuckin’ blast. Cam, please do give me a call, I see a lot of fucking potential in you.”

“Jeez louise, Nat,” Ted laughed, “You swear just like Roy. Hey, have you met Roy?”

“I have, Ted,” Natalia said a bit sharper than she meant, recovering, “I bid on him, remember?”

Beard gave Talia a pointed look and a feeling went down her spine. He seemed to know something “Anyways, see you lot around, yeah?” Natalia asked, hugging and leaving a kiss on each man’s cheek.

“Don’t be a stranger,” Ted beamed, “It’d be fun to have you around more.”

With that, Natalia dashed over to the increasingly impatient women and they found their way to a bike taxi where they squeezed close together and drank the night away. Once they had made it to Rebecca’s flat (which was one hell of a workout for that poor bicyclist), Natalia left him enough money to pay rent twice over and the three stumbled inside. “Get these bloody fucking things off me,” Rebecca groaned as she kicked off her heels, giving her ankles a soft rub. Keeley and Natalia soon follow.

“Shit I forgot how tiny you both are,” Rebecca laughed, “like a couple of elves.”

“Oi!” Keeley and Natalia yelled together. Immediately the two started cackling.

Once the women had settled down, they drank away at the wine and all cozied up on Rebecca’s couch, which was somehow even more comfortable than the one in her office. In true teenage-girl-sleepover fashion, they all huddled around and turned on a movie that was quickly discarded for immediate gossip of the night.

“God, Rupert is such a dick,” Keeley groaned, throwing her head back.

“Amen,” Natalia drunkenly lifted her glass in agreement.

“Say,” Keeley swiveled, her big eyes a bit droopy, “What’s the deal with the $10,000 bid tonight.”

Natalia was taken aback by the sudden switch in topic. “For the children?” She mumbled unconvincingly.

“Oh bullshit,” Rebecca rolled her eyes, “£10,000?”

“Rebecca, when have I not thrown money out for donations?”

“Natalia,” Rebecca lightly challenged, a knowing look, and a raised brow, “Only when it benefits you.”

Fuck. Keeley gasped, “You wanna shag Roy!”

She couldn’t tell which was the culprit, but between the sudden and drunken interrogation, and the obscene amount of alcohol running through her, she couldn’t help the faint blush that tinged the tip of her nose and ears. Keeley and Rebecca let out a couple of squeals jumping in their seats. Natalia quickly rolled her eyes, giving her the best scowl she could muster. After a moment, however, she softened, her fingers lighting dancing around the rim of her wine glass, eyes intently looking at her own movements.

“It’s not like that,” she mumbled, a soft smile on her lips. God, why do I go so soft around these two? Both other women noticed Natalia’s shift in demeanor. They also immediately scooted closer, worried but aching to know more. Talia gave a quick glance up to two pairs of very expectant eyes. With a sigh and a slight roll of her eyes, Natalia finally responded.

“Roy and I grew up together,” she admitted. It felt good to let someone else know. Their eyes widened at the new knowledge. Natalia continued, the liquor prompting the words, “Grew up in the same, shitty and rundown flats– the community would always joke that no matter how poor we all were, the place was magic to be able to produce two famous kids."

At this, Natalia let out a soft chuckle, mind a million miles away as she rambled on, “Due to both of us being just wee kids, we were expected to continue on in schooling. We were both put into the same tutoring system.”

“Oh my god, childhood sweethearts!” Keeley squealed gently, earning a side look from Rebecca.

Natalia responded with a dry laugh, “Hardly. A few years past and we were closer than ever,” she explained, “but then between Roy’s hard fuckin’ work paying off in the football clubs, and my music career exploding into my first tour, we drifted apart. I haven’t seen him since I was 16 during his debut game. The next time I saw him was today.”

Rebecca and Keeley sat dumbfounded, and grateful that she was so open with them. They stared at Natalia dreamy-eyed with the childhood nostalgia. “But that ain’t the Roy Kent I fuckin’ know,” Talia stated. A deep sadness tugged at her gut, as she finished the rest of her wine. She shook her head, “Nah. The Roy I know was soft, and gentle, and always tried to make me laugh.”

After a beat, Talia shrugged, looking at the time. Rebecca and Keeley had eventually received the message and they all proceeded to get ready for bed as they all managed to sleep quite comfortably in Rebecca’s bed.

Roy laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t fucking sleep. Anytime he’d close his eyes, she should pop up behind his closed eyes. It was driving him fucking crazy. He growled, reaching over for his phone. He pulled her name up from his contacts and started to draft a message. He had tried and failed multiple times writing out something simple.

“Fuck it,” he growled, slamming his phone back onto the nightstand before rolling over and tried to force himself to sleep. Trainin’ is going to be a fucking bitch tomorrow.

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