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hopefulromances · 5 months

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Hi!! For the Spotify wrapped challenge, can I request 11 with Jamie Tartt x reader and 30 with Roy Kent x reader? Have an amazing day 🤗🤗

I'll do Jamie's here and reblog with Roy's at a later time!

#11 Francesca by Hozier

"Do you think I'd give up That this might've shook the love from me Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?"

TW: Mentions of injury

This one got away from me BAHAHAHA

Your relationship with Jamie had not been easy. You'd known Jamie since you kids, both trying out for primary school football teams. You'd told him that you could score more goals than he could, and he told you that you couldn't. So, imagine the surprise when you both scored two goals for your respective teams.

After that you were inseparable and when you turned 17 he'd kissed you right outside your childhood home. You loved him so much. So when he started to change, it hurt so so much more.

The last time you'd seen Jamie was before he was sent to Richmond. You'd gotten into a fucking fight. Jamie had been acting like a dick since he'd just gotten a call up to Man City. He'd been ignoring your texts, not making time for you, treating your relationship like it was nothing. So, you told him if he went to Man City not to bother coming back. And he left.

Then, Jamie played for AFC Richmond and was consistently the player of the month, the star of the team, the captain of the England National Team. You were not. Not since the accident.

Meanwhile, you were a waitress as you worked your way through night school, trying to get a degree in Physio. Then that way you could at least be back on the field, back in the game, back with the players.

You were working a double when he came in. You could tell he wasn't expecting to see you when he came in with his coach, Roy Kent of all people, giggling about some joke he'd told the older man. When he turned to face you, the humor left his face along with all the blood. You'd never seen someone pale faster than Jamie Tartt seeing you working in a diner at 11 o'clock at night on a Wednesday.

"Table for two?" You asked Roy since Jamie showed no sign of life since seeing you.

Roy glared at Jamie as he shouldered his way in front of him. "Yes, please. Can we get in the back somewhere?"

"Of course, follow me." You guided them to a table in the back of the restaurant where no one would see them. "Coffee?"

"Just waters, please," Roy answered, seeing as Jamie was still speechless.

You nodded, and walked away. Roy, not so subtly, snapped in Jamie's face and barked "What the fuck is wrong with you."

You had the same question. But you were above this, you were not going to engage with him. He was not apart of your life anymore and he didn't get to just come back into your life and-"

"Hey, (Y/N)."

You jumped, cursing as you spilled the water glass you were filling onto your apron.

"Shit, sorry," Jamie fussed, grabbing the cup and pushing it back onto the counter. You shook your head, muttering that it was fine before grabbing a towel. "Here let me!"

He snatched the towel from your hand and started pressing it to your apron, pressing lower and lower until he was just above your...

"Jamie!" you snapped, yanking the towel out of his hand. "It's fine, okay, just drop it."

He continued to stand awkwardly to the side while you finished cleaning the mess he'd made. Funny innit.

"Do you need something?" You started pour new cups of water as you tried very very hard not to look at him.

"(Y/N)... I-" he twisted the ends of his hoodies strings are he figured out what he was trying to say. It made you pause. That was what old Jamie had done. Sweet thing, nervous to speak, to mess up, to be made a fool of. "There's a lot I want to say but I'll start with I'm sorry."

You paused, bringing your hands down to rest on the counter.

"I was dead shitty to you," he continued. "You didn't deserve that and I'm trying to be accountable."

Accountable. That was a new word for Jamie to be using.

"You, uh... you look dead fit."

That caught you off guard and you couldn't help but laugh as you finally looked over at Jamie.

"I look fit?" You echoed in disbelief.

"Yeah! Swear down, you do!" Jamie tried a smile but it faded after a second. "I thought you'd be playing in the Women's league."

You shook your head, you laugh dying down. "Yeah, no. I fucked my leg. Not long after you fucked off to City. Not like you'd know."

Jamie winced and cursed to himself. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I really am. Should've been there for you. But listen, listen, I've changed yeah? I'm better, swear down, I promise I am."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"And if I had to do it again, I would, all of it," he continued. "I was mad shitty before and a lot has happened, a lot has gone wrong but I made it through and I'm a better person. For you... I'm a better person for you."

You bit your lip. You knew what he wanted from you. To start over and try again and you wanted that too. You felt your heart reaching for his but you couldn't let your guard down. He could hurt you so easily.

"I know, I don't expect you to just agree right away but if you give me a chance, I promise I'll make it up to you," Jamie looked at you with big pleading eyes. You looked between them. God, he looked like a wet dog.

Fuck, you couldn't believe you were doing this.

You pulled out your notepad and scribbled down your number. You pushed it into his chest, holding it there.

"Here's my number, call me, we'll be friends," you shook your head. "Friends, Jamie."

Jamie brought his hands to over your over his chest, and goddamn it felt good to have him touch you again.

"Friends, yeah, mint," his lip turned up in a lazy half smile, his thumb rubbing over your hand. It wasn't even on purpose, your bodies just knew each other.

Against yourself, you tugged your hand away. "Now I have to work? Go back to... fucking Roy Kent? Fucking hell, Jamie."

He raised an eyebrow and looked over to where Roy was sitting at their table, very obviously watching them.

"We have a lot to catch up on," he told you.

You agreed. "We certainly do."

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alwritey-aphrodite · 4 months

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to celebrate 1k followers (holy shit), I figured we could have a little party!! running from January 1st through the 7th, but you can feel free to send in asks starting now!! and because this is my way of showing my love and appreciation, please feel free to send in as many asks as you’d like, but please know that I might not get to all of them <3

love notes - send me one of the characters from the list with a prompt, and I’ll write you a little blurb <3

photograph - send me one of the characters on the list, along with an aesthetic or vibe or color or whatever tickles your fancy, and I’ll make a moodboard <3

turn table - send me one of the characters from the list, vibes and aesthetics are optional, and I’ll create a mini playlist just for them <3

checkers - send me any game (fmk, would you rather, etc) with any combination of characters that I write for or just characters that I know!

cards and letters - this one is limited to my wonderful friends on here (simply because I know them better <3), but send in this prompts for a personalized moodboard or playlist because I love you all dearly <3

Characters:

Sejanus Plinth

Coriolanus Snow

Finnick Odair

Jamie Tartt

Roy Kent

Keeley Jones

Poe Dameron

Santiago Garcia

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Prompts:

soft sentence starters

domestic prompts

physical intimacy

romantic gestures

I am so eternally grateful to every single one of you, it may sound ridiculously but this little space on the internet is truly one of my favorite places to spend my time. I was always a weird little girl making elaborate stories in my head, preferring to spend my time with fictional characters inside my brain, and being able to still do that and create a wonderful little community makes me so unbelievably happy. You all mean the world to me, so truly, thank you so much for 1k <3

Some lovely friends: @andr0medafallen @beybaldes @foxilayde @whimsical-roasting @hopefulromances @onceuponaoneshot @the-force-awakens @dameronalone @eyelessfaces @katsu28

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hopefulromances · 5 months

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Hello! Could I request 64 with Jamie x reader for the Spotify wrapped game? Hoping for fluff but I’ll take what comes my way 😬♥️

#64 Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine

"I think that I should probably tell you this In case there is an accident And I never see you again So please save all your questions for the end And maybe I'll be brave enough by then"

Jamie was gone. Well he was just away for the week at some away game a few hours away. It wasn't like he was your boyfriend, you'd hardly been on two dates but, god, you missed him. You could feel that ache in your chest, like a big Jamie shaped hole was missing from your heart.

You got up to answer a knock on the door. You didn't usually answer the door, but why not, ya know. What shocked you was that it wasn't the mailman, or a telemarketer, or a morman, but Jamie standing on the other side.

"You know almost 4,285 road accidents a year," Jamie started talking before you even had chance to open the door all the way.

"Jamie? Wha-"

"Mummy always hated driving, never taught me, I had to learn on me own," he continued. "Anyways, we was driving to Everton today and the only thing I could think about was what would happen if we got in an accident."

You didn't even know what to say. He was throwing so much information at you about car accidents and when he learned how to drive. You just gapped and shook your head.

"I was thinking about what would happen if we got in an accident and I never told you that I love you."

Oh.

Your mouth scrunched into a tight 'o' as the world seemed to still around you.

'I love you.' 'I love you.' 'I love you.'

Three little words rolling around in my head. You opened your mouth to respond but Jamie rolled right over you.

"And I'm sorry if I'm coming on too strong or-or-or being weird or whatever. Simon says I have too much gumbo for my own good," Jamie sputtered, rubbing his chin.

You smiled, giggling breathily at his mistake. "I think you mean gumption."

Jamie paused, his eyes widening as he thought. "Yeah, sure, something like that. But anyways, I love you. I know it's soon, I know that this is new, but, god, I missed you so much. "

"I missed you too, Jamie," you affirmed.

Jamie lit up, his eyebrows raising. You swore if he were a dog his ears would be perked and his tail would be wagging.

"I mean, I was just laying on the couch thinking about how I missed you," you admitted. "But I don't have to miss you anymore, do I?"

Jamie shook his head, taking a step forward, looking an arm around your waist and tugging you towards him. You yelped and laughed as your hands fell on his chest.

"No, you don't," he agreed, satisfied having you in his arms again. He pressed his nose against yours, nuzzling his head back and forth, smiling when you laughed and looked down. He hooked a finger under your chin and tilted it up to face him. "I'm here now."

You hummed and nodded, closing your eyes as he closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you. If this was life you didn't want to go to heaven. Cause this was all the heaven you needed. His hean grazing your cheek as he brought it around to cup your head. His other hand wrapped tight around your waist, keeping you pulled right against his body.

"Oh, and Jamie?" You mused, pulling away.

Jamie grunted, his eyes blown as he pouted at you. "What?"

"I love you, too."

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt fanfiction #hopefulromances 1k celebration #spotify wrapped game

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hopefulromances · 5 months

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roy kent and 26 <3

#26 All American Bitch by Olivia Rodrigo

"I don't get angry when I'm pissed I'm the eternal optimist I scream inside to deal with it, like, "Ah" Like, "Ah" (Oh my fucking God)"

You were everything Roy Kent wasn't. You were smiley, giggly, full of joy and optimism. You were the new coach for the AFC Women's Team and you were everything someone could want in a figure head. You were great with press, always knew when to smile and laugh, great with fans, always taking time with each person, and great with the girls, you were fucking smart.

He couldn't figure out how you could do all of that and still be so fucking smiley. He thought he would hate you. Keeley kept insisting that he should go out with you, that you would surprise him but Roy just didn't get it.

Then he walked in on you in the boot room.

"FUUUUCCCCKKK," You screamed throwing boots across the room. "GODDAMNIT. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK."

After a moment, you took a breath, picked up the boots you'd thrown, and turned to leave.

"Well, that was a lot," Roy grunted, quirking an eyebrow.

You yelped when you saw him, throwing a hand over your chest. "Jesus Christ, Kent, you scared me."

Roy threw up his hands. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Was just- Doesn't matter, are you okay?"

"What me? Oh yeah, great, me, just fine," You chuckled humorlessly. "Just another press conference with stupid fucking questions."

Roy nodded understanding. He hated doing those press conferences. He hated them even more now that he was head coach. He didn't know how Ted did them so easily and how he made the press like him effortlessly.

"I mean who really wants to know what brand of athletic wear I'm wearing, like is that something people truly care about?" You continued, shaking your head.

"Fuck no," Roy agreed. "I don't know how you manage to keep all that-" he gestured to the general area "in all the time."

Now it was your turn to quirk an eyebrow. "I mean have you tried? Roy thought about it for a second. No, he hadn't. Never had to, it was encouraged for him to mouth off to the press. "That's what I though. Here's the thing Coach Kent, if I said half the shit you said to the press, I'd be painted as an ungrateful bitch."

Roy suddenly admired you so much. That smile, that optimistic attitude he'd come to hate was your way of protecting yourself. Roy never had to do that. He couldn't imagine being forced to smile all day every day.

"Sound fucking awful."

"s'fucking stressful is what it is," you agreed with a smile. But this was a real smile. Not the fake one you used for the press but a genuine smile that reached your eyes. Roy liked that smile. "But, anyways, I won't keep you, the boot room is all yours."

You moved to walk past him when he reached out and stopped you.

"If you ever want to, you know, fucking, destress together, I know a great kebab place down the street," he said. Fuck he sounded stupid. But however stupid he sounded you must have liked it cause that smile was back and Roy was practically blinded.

"Sounds like a date, Coach Kent," you quipped. "After training today?"

"Yeah, sure, of course," He answered readily.

"Then I'll see you there."

And you were gone and Roy was left wondering what the fuck had just happened.

#hopefulromances 1k celebration #spotify wrapped game #Roy Kent #Roy Kent x reader #roy kent x you #roy kent x y/n

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hopefulromances · 5 months

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#30 View Between Villages by Noah Kahan

"Feel the rush of my blood I'm seventeen again I am not scared of death I've got dreams again It's just me and the curve of the valley And there is meaning on Earth, I am happy"

There wasn't a lot that rendered Roy Kent truly speechless. Sure, Roy didn't speak much but he wasn't speechless, most of the time it was a choice to be quiet. But right now, Roy felt speechless.

He'd grown up in council housing in the south of London. It wasn't full of nature and beauty, it was concrete and graffiti and piss smelling glory. And it was home. A home he had left to go to Sunderland at the age of 9. But now he was nearing forty, and the pitch outside his apartment was still standing.

He could stand here and close his eyes and remember what it was like to be that 9-year-old and still have hopes and dreams of what his future would be. The incredible highs he would reach and the devastating lows only to return to some pretty amazing highs even still.

He felt someone take his hand and he opened his eyes to look over at you. You squeezed his hand three times as the final sign was placed on the gate outside.

KENT FIELD

They were threatening to shut it down. Bulldoze the damn place for a stupid parking lot. No way in hell Roy was going to let them do that. But it was all you, really. You and your sexy brains and corporate business lady speak to get them to sell the land. Though you'd say it wasn't hard to do it once you mentioned the name Roy Kent.

"Thank you." His voice was thick, he hated it. He hated how emotional he was over a football pitch.

You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. "This is all you, Roy."

He shook his head and kissed your forehead, taking a deep inhale of your scent.

"No, its all you," he argued, shoving you fondly.

"It's both of us, how about that," you responded, shoving him back. He grunted in response shoving you one more time. You chuckled and wrapped your arm around his.

Whoever it was, Kent Field wasn't going anywhere, not for a long time.

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hopefulromances · 5 months

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44 and jamie tartt!!

#44 Side Effects by Joseph

"First cup of coffee after a long night First kiss after a bitter fight First time we see each other after too much time Something's gone but we're still here and it's alright"

You sipped your coffee. Creamy, sugary, not at all coffeey. Jamie used to make fun of you for it. You were kicking yourself now for how then ended the last time you saw him. Fighting with him over something fucking stupid before he had to go to an away game.

So instead of a long goodbye with lots of kisses and hugs and clinging. Instead it was slamming doors and yelling and cursing. You weren't even sure if he would come back after they returned from whatever city they were in. As if you didn't know what city he was in.

They were meant to be back today and Jamie still hadn't answered the texts you'd sent him. Wishing him good luck, telling him how proud of him you were, asking him when he'd be home. It was pathetic how much you missed him and wished he would just text you back. Say something, anything.

That's when the front door opened.

"Babe?" Jamie's voice came bouncing through the house and your heart lept right out of your chest.

You hopped up off your chair and raced towards the front foyer. And there he was, bag hanging off his arm as his eyes search for you. When they found you, relief flooded his face and he met you half way, gathering you in his arms and squeezing you so tight you thought you'd stop breathing, and you were okay with that.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry, Jamie," you squeaked out, burying your face in his neck. "I'm so so sorry."

"Please don't apologize," He replied, his lips pressing against the side of your head. He had one hand wrapped around your waist while the other cupped the back of your head, soothing your softly.

"I was texting you," you told him. "I was afraid you wouldn't come home."

You felt Jamie's chest rumble with a chuckle as he set you down gentle. He rummaged through his bag for a second before pulling out his very shattered phone.

"Tossed it to Isaac who hit it across the room instead of catching it," Jamie explained, grinning. "Haven't had it all weekend."

You laughed, feeling to happy and calm now that Jamie was back. You couldn't help but drag him in to kissing you. God, if this what it cost to date Jamie Tartt then you could handle that. Nothing tasted better than his kiss after a fight or not seeing him. Feeling the way he held you fiercely as he attacked you with just enough fervor.

Jamie Tartt was your drug, and you were quite happy with all the side effects.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #hopefulromances 1k celebration #spotify wrapped game

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hopefulromances · 5 months

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16; Jamie Tartt

16 - Still by Noah Kahan

"The past coming back with the light in the morning Look down on myself like a patient in surgery And I used to watch my mother move Like God was in the room It's a bottomless hole I found out here with a trace of no-one Grab a past box of photos, I rip myself open I'm in bed and I'm wondering If I'm callous but hoping Can I fix what is broken?"

Okay soooo reader isn't in this but she is mentioned and I actually might expand on this if people are interested enough

Read her uses she/her pronounds

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Jamie had never been more fucked in his life. Of all the stupid things that stupid people had done, none of them compared to the way that Jamie had completely and totally fucked his life. He couldn't handle it anymore; the constant texts and calls, the yelling in the car, the constant harassment from his father at all times. It was driving him mental.

But he didn't think the reality show would be so bad. Coming out the other end, no one wanted him. Not Spain, not Germany, not even fucking America wanted Jamie Tartt, former shining star of the Premiere League, was completely unwanted.

There were two things Jamie wanted in this moment.

One was his mum. He hadn't spoken to her in quite some time, finding it unspeakably hard to face her after what he'd become. She still texted him every week before a game, reminding him that she'd be watching, and Jamie wanted to answer but every time he tried to type out a message, he couldn't get himself to hit send.

But, god, he would kill for her to cuddle him right now. Like he used to when he'd come home muddy and crying after losing the neighborhood match to some older lads. She'd clean him up and tickle him silly before letting him cuddle into her side and soothe his hair.

If he closed his eyes, it was like she was still there with him.

The other thing, possibly more urgently, was you. You were Jamie's girlfriend for years. You were funny, and sweet, and kind, and everything Jamie needed to stay sane in the whirlwind he called his life. But Jamie was stupid and let you get away. He told her he didn't need her which was a fucking lie.

He could still remember the moment when he broke her heart, sending her leaving with tears in her eyes. What a fucking idiot. He missed her so much, she'd know what to do right now. She'd thump him on the head before telling him to get up off his ass and beg Ted to give him a spot on the team until he listened. Then again, if she were here he would never have left Richmond in the first place.

If he closed his eyes, it was like she was still there with him.

Instead he had to say goodbye to that life. To football, to friends, to his life. He didn't want to say goodbye. He couldn't say goodbye. Jamie steeled himself and pushed up off the bed. He wasn't going to say goodbye to you, to Ted, to anyone. He'd become someone worthy of his mum again. He'd look her in the eye once more.

And he'd get you back. He'd be worthy of you. He'd get down his knees and tell you how wrong he was and how he wanted you to know that he would do anything to make it up to you. You were never going to get away from him again.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt fanfiction #hopefulromances 1k celebration #spotify wrapped game

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royjamie 23

#23 I Ain't Worried - OneRepublic

"But I ain't worried 'bout it right now (right now) Keeping dreams alive (hey!), 1999, heroes I ain't worried 'bout it right now (right now) Swimmin' in the floods (hey!), dancing on the clouds below"

How on earth Roy had gotten pulled into going on a team vacation to Spain but somehow here he was sitting on the beach watching the boys play some American football.

Jamie looked fit as fuck. Shirt off, swim trunks hanging impossibly low on his hips as he acted as Quarterback on the team. Roy sat back with a low smile, enjoying his book, glancing up every now and then to watch the lads play.

Then a shadow raining sand came over him. He looked up and saw Jamie grinning at him.

"Move the book, granddad."

He gave Roy one more second to throw his book aside before slouching down to lay on top him. Roy let out an 'oof ' as Jamie laid his weight on top of him.

"You're fucking sandy," Roy muffled pushing Jamie's hair out of his face. Jamie grunted as Roy pressed a kiss to his forehead. "And you're fucking hot."

"I know I am but what are you?" Jamie mused, resting his chin on Roy's chest as he looked up at him. Roy shook his head fondly at the lad, but concerned about his heat levels.

"Drink some water, dickhead," Roy instructed, reaching over to grab his water bottle. "Don't need you passing out on me."

Jamie pushed himself up and opened his mouth so Roy could pour some water into it. Roy watched as Jamie caught the water easily, eyeing the droplets that rolled down his chin and throat. Roy let his other hand come up and drag down his throat, following the path of the water with his fingers.

"Good, lad," Roy muttered, pulling the water away finally. He scratched behind Jamie's ear, smirking as Jamie whined slightly. "Alright, go back out and play."

Jamie frowned. "You teasin' with me?"

"Jamie, I am not shagging you on the middle of the fucking beach." Roy rolled his eyes as Jamie pouted.

"Why not?"

"Because it's not as fun as you'd think, you get sand all up in your junk and it fucking hurts."

Jamie eyes lit up. "You done beach sex?"

"Go fucking play." Roy grunted, pushing Jamie off of him. Jamie cackled as he ran back out to the group.

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hopefulromances · 5 months

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1k Celebration Spotify Wrapped Game!!

Hey besties! So Ik I've been a little absent here so I wanted to try out a little game!

Send me a number between 1-100, one of the names or ships from the list below and I'll write a little blurb/headcannons/ficlet based on the corresponding song!

I'm cleaning my room today so I'll be writing later tonight so make sure to get your requests in before 5 PST if you want a chance.

As always, a request does not guarantee a response, I will do my best to respond to as many as possible!

Reader Insert Names

Jamie Tartt

Roy Kent

Sam Obisanya

Keeley Jones

Colin Hughes

Ships

Royjamie

Roykeeley

Royjamiekeeley

(You can always send me a name not listed and I'll lyk if I'll write it)

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hopefulromances · 5 months

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Could you do #89 with royjamie for the 1k celebration? Congrats btw!!!

#89 Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

"My name is whatever you decide And I'm just gonna call you mine I'm insane, but I'm your baby (your baby) Echoes (echoes) of your name inside my mind Halo, hiding my obsession I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy"

TW: Hot and heavyyyyy, a little bit of smut, so minors DNI

There's not many places greater in the world than underneath Roy Kent. Roy was a powerful lover, dominant and strong, keeping Jamie grounded as his mind floated away into a fuzzy happy place where the only name he could think of was Roy Kent.

Roy had Jamie's hands pinned above his head, tongue shoved deep down his throat. Jamie felt like he was lighter than air right now. So high above the ground, swirling in a technicolor storm of pleasure wrapping his body.

Just when he thought he couldn't go any high, Roy slotted a leg in between Jamie's thighs, applying just enough pressure that Jamie had to work to get any real friction. He whined, bucking his hips up to grind against Roy's thigh.

Roy chuckled, pulling his lips to kiss down Jamie's jaw. "Is that a torch in your pocket or are you just excited to see me."

Jamie pouted, trying to whine but felt the breath punched out of him when Roy bit into his neck.

"Fuckin' hell," Jamie gargled, body twitching like a live wire as Roy pressed his thigh harder into Jamie's crotch.

"That's it, baby," Roy kissed Jamie on the corner of his mouth, smirking when Jamie tried to follow his lips. "That feels good, doesn't it."

Jamie nodded, trying to find Roy's lips but missing and kissing his jaw instead. "C'mon, Roy, please!"

Roy traced his fingers down Jamie's face before pressing them into his mouth, which he accepted greedily.

"You're gonna get yourself off on my thigh," He emphasized his point by adjusting his thigh again, Jamie moaning around the fingers in his mouth. "Then I'm gonna use this pretty little mouth of your. Does that sound alright?"

Jamie nodded, swirling his tongue around Roy's fingers. Roy growled and removed his fingers to seal Jamie in a kiss.

#hopefulromances 1k celebration #spotify wrapped game #royjamie #Roy Kent #Jamie Tartt #roy kent x jamie tartt

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hopefulromances · 5 months

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Oooh that sounds like a cool game! #12+royjaime?

#12 Half Truths by Joseph

"Lights dim in this dark room Quick breaths, it'll end soon Just how many half-truths Do I have to Tell myself to get through?"

TW: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, Panic Attacks, a little ooc whoops

It was happening again. Jamie felt himself slipping into that emotionless wasteland that he called his mind. He'd been talking with his dad again and it hadn't been bad but it hadn't exactly been good either. Dr. Shannon said it was hard reconnecting with an abuser and to be very careful with him.

And it was fine at first. Went to the family days, exchanged childhood memories with his dad, heard the apologizes he'd practiced. But now, It was like a darkness had started to come back between them. Jamie felt like he was trying to make his dad be something he wasn't, trying to make up for lost years.

But James just wasn't that person. It wasn't fair to him and it wasn't fair to Jamie and Jamie knew it. He could feel his father's failures piling on him when he remembered all the times that he didn't show up. Then one day his dad brought up Amsterdam like it was a fond memory. When Jamie reminded him that it wasn't exactly that fond for him, James insisted that there had to be something good about it. Some good memory from that time, it wasn't all bad.

But Jamie had started remembering. Those repressed memories from that night of the lady and her hands on his body. That's what he remembered from that trip. But his dad insisted that it wasn't all bad.

Anyways, Jamie was slipping. His father failing his standards, his own body failing his standards. He was slipping.

It came to a peak one day when Declan smacked his ass unexpectedly. It shouldn't have been unexpected, this behavior was common practice in the locker room, but for some reason, it scared Jamie. He yelped and fell backwards, schooching back against the median.

The locker room fell silent as they stared at Jamie. He was shaking, his arms shaking, his back shaking, his legs shaking.

Deep Breaths, he thought, it's just a memory it'll pass. Hands touching his arms, his back, his legs. It'll end soon, you're fine.

"You're okay, Jamie." Roy's voice was husky in his ear. "Take my hand, squeeze it." Jamie found Roy's hand right in front of him. Squeezing it hard. He vaguely heard Roy grunt in pain. "That's it, I'm here."

Roy continued to speak comforting words into Jamie's ear as he came back down to earth, the shaking stopping, the hands disappearing. He was in the locker room, he was safe. And, most importantly, he was with Roy.

"There you go, just breath," Roy hummed. "You back, babe?"

Jamie nodded, rolling his neck. Then he let go of Roy's hand and hopped up off the ground. "Thanks, matey, see ya at 4 ya?"

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Roy barked, standing with a loud crack from his knee.

"Home, ya? Trainin's over, innit?" Jamie grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder.

"Jamie you just had a fucking panic attack and called me 'matey' you think I'm just gonna fucking let you go home?" Roy looked so cross with Jamie. If he didn't know him well enough he'd think he was angry. But Jamie knew more than anything he was just scared, worried about Jamie. "You've been leaving early, running ahead of me, avoiding the press. It's happening again."

God, he wished his didn't know every inch of Roy's mind and that Roy didn't know his. Jamie twisted the signet ring on his finger,sucking half his bottom lip into his mouth.

"Been seeing my dad, ain't I?" Jamie huffed out a laugh. "He was talking with me about... about Amsterdam."

"Jamie--"

"He said it couldn't have been that bad, and maybe he's right... ya know maybe it wasn't-"

"Jamie, stop," Roy was at his side in an instant, taking Jamie's hands in his. "Jus' stop."

Jamie looked down at their hands, squeezing on and off, trying to gain some symbalance of confidence.

"Amsterdam was not okay, what he made you do was not okay," Roy insisted, lower his head to catch Jamie's eyes. "None of it was okay."

Jamie nodded, feeling like a kid being told off by their teacher. He rocked forward, knocking his head against Roy's.

"Most importantly, Jamie, you're a strong fucking lad," Roy reminded him. "Stronger than anyone else in this club. And you are going to prove your dicksleeve of a father wrong. But... but you can't fade away on me again."

"I can only help you if you let me. And I want to help, I won't go easy on you but I'll try and fucking help," Roy ran a hand through Jamie's hair. "At least let me condition your hair."

Jamie chuckled, scratching his scalp. "Yeah, I can do that."

"Good, now get your shoes on I want to go on another run before nightfall," Roy turned Jamie around and pushed him lightly towards his cubby.

Jamie turned and saluted before grabbing his trainers. Yeah he was slipping, but Roy was there to catch him when he fell.

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#44 Side Effects by JOSEPH

"You make me feel like heaven needs to take it's time I don't wanna move I don't wanna move"

There isn't a lot in life that gives people this feeling. This feeling of total and complete happiness and satisfaction. Roy stared at the two people in his arms, one on either side resting on his chest.

All three of them were so different in their professional lives. Star striker in the Premier League, CEO of a PR Firm, and the head manager for aforementioned Premiere League Star Striker. They were strong, confident, proud people who others looked to for their strength. But when they came home, the three of them could rest in each other and be soft.

It was these moments, late at night when Keeley and Jamie had fallen asleep, that Roy like to just sit and stare at the fact that this was his life. These were his people who loved him, and needed him, just like he loved and needed them.

Jamie snuggled in closer to Roy's chest, his hand reaching out to clutch onto Keeley, pulling her impossible closer. Roy, adjusted his hold on them so they could hold each other as well. They needed each other, all three of them, a perfect triangle of love.

Roy tightened his grip on them, feeling a surge of protectiveness fall over him. They'd been through a lot, Jamie especially had been through too much. Roy wish more than anything that he could just keep them there, in his arms, where he could watch them and know that they would be safe.

The sun could take his time for all he cared. The sun could never even rise. Because if that meant he got to stay like this for the rest of his life, Roy Kent could die happy.

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24, Roy/Keely/Jamie

#24 Kicking Up The Lights - JOSEPH

"Then the same bad dream, I've been here before I feel it taking over, so I try to run for cover Then I see light bleed from underneath the door Gotta step into the open, run, so I don't get pulled under"

Jamie woke with a start. It was dark, the whole room still in the early hours of the morning. Took a moment to catch his breath, rubbing a hand over his head as he looked around the room. He was in bed, in his home, miles away from Manchester. He wasn't hiding in the kitchen in his mum's arms while his dad pounded on the door, screaming for him to open it.

He looked over the bed and saw Keeley and Roy still sleeping soundly in each others arms. As much as he wanted to wake them and have them hold him, he didn't want to disturb them. He'd disturbed them enough already this week, having the same stupid nightmare every night.

Instead, he slid out of bed and walked downstairs, away from sleep and the dreams that haunted him. He leaned over the counter as flashes of his nightmare bombarded his head.

It was always bad this time of year. The anniversary of Man City, punching his dad, watching him getting dragged away hurling insults and threats while his teammates watched on. He hated that he was still effected by his father so much. He was safe, he was safe, he was safe.

Suddenly, a light flicked on at the top of the stairs.

"Jamie?" Keeley's voice called out.

Fuck. He'd woken them up. "I'm down here, babe." He splashed some water in his face and turned just as Roy turned the light on in the kitchen. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Jamie, what's going on?" Keeley walked over and took his hands. Jamie looked down at his feet, feeling fucking annoyed at himself for this stupid night. "You had me worried sick."

Roy appeared next to them, wrapped an arm around Jamie's shoulders. Jamie refused to let himself melt into the two of them. He mumbled an apology to the floor but Keeley wasn't having it. He tilted his head up towards her.

"Jamie, baby, c'mon, talk to us," she insisted, worry deep in her eyes.

"Was it the nightmare again?" Roy asked, rubbing his hand over Jamie's back.

Jamie nodded minutely. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, babe," Keeley murmured, rubbing Jamie's cheek. "Why didn't you wake us?" Jamie shrugged still feeling the guilt settling deep in his stomach.

Keeley glanced over at Roy who nodded, leaving them to grab some mugs. Keeley lead Jamie to the couch, guiding him to sit next to her, keeping their hands clutched together.

"'m fine, really," Jamie insisted, looking over at Keeley. "Just didn't want to wake you over nothin'."

"It's not nothing," Keeley reminded him. "Do you know how worried I was when I woke up and didn't see you there?"

"She practically ripped my arm hair off," Roy called from the kitchen.

"Well, you got plenty more of it, don't you," Jamie called back, smiling smally. Roy rolled his eyes as he brought three mugs of tea into the room.

"He's fine," Roy grumbled as he handed Jamie a mug. "Drink up, it's your mum's recipe."

Jamie's eyes widened, his mums tea. He took a sip and was bombarded with warm memories of cookies and laughter in the good times.

"Thank you." Jamie took another long drink of tea, settling between the warm bodies on either side of him. "He was at the door. Yelling and screaming." Jamie stared at the liquid in the mug, the little bubbles and swirls keeping him mesmerized. "It was just me, hearing him break down the door, tell me he was going to get me back for Wembley."

Roy tensed next to him, a low growl coming from his throat.

"Oh, Jamie," Keeley cooed, pulling him to lean in her shoulder. Jamie burrowed his head into her neck, as Roy reached around to hug them both. "You're safe, yeah? Roy and I won't let him hurt you, ever."

"I'll fucking murder 'im if he comes anywhere near you," Roy agreed, his beard tickling the back of Jamie's neck. He pressed his lips to Jamie's shoulder. "You're always gonna be safe with me around."

"Oi! Me too!" Keeley piped up. "These little arms are surprisingly strong." Jamie chuckled, feeling a smile come on. "No seriously, I'm like, jacked."

Jamie could hear Roy roll his eyes. "The point is, you're safe."

Jamie nodded. He wrapped his arms around Keeley's waist, and let himself melt. He felt surrounded by warmth and love from the two people who meant the most to him. Roy wrapped both of them up in his arms resting his head on top of Jamie's.

"Thank you," Jamie muttered. Keeley squeezed him extra tights, kissing his forehead.

Jamie was a lucky son of a bitch, that was for sure.

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#10: Violet - Bad Suns

"I saw a red light up ahead And so I took a left instead We soon get lost and park the car You find your way into my heart"

Jamie was driving. It was always a bad idea when Roy let Jamie drive. He clutched the safety handle as Jamie sped up on the empty back road, giggling manically.

"Jesus, Jamie, slow the fuck down!" Roy barked, shifting nervously in his seat.

Jamie just slammed his foot down on the pedal again. "I can't believe you haven't let me do this before."

Roy rolled his eyes as Jamie made a sharp turn down another empty street. "Never happening again."

Jamie laughed again and Roy smiled. Yeah he was terrified but damn did Jamie look good. His eyes were sparkling with joy, his smiling nearly blinding as he sped down the road. It was impossible not to smile at his joy.

Roy glanced back at the road. "Jamie that's a red light."

"Nah, I'll just take a left here instead," Jamie brushed him off, changing lanes.

"That's not what the directions say," Roy tapped the phone with the maps on it. Jamie grabbed the phone and threw it in the backseat. "Oi!"

"Who cares where the map says, I'm taking a left here."

Well, they did get lost. Turns out Jamie had no sense of direction and ended up getting them in some random parking lot.

"I fucking told you," Roy growled, digging around the backseat looking for his phone.

"Aye," Jamie grabbed Roy by his hips and pulled him into his lap. Roy furrowed his eyebrows as Jamie settling his hips over his thighs. God, Jamie had sturdy fucking thighs. "Maybe I did this on purpose, yeah?"

Jamie waggled his eyebrows at Roy, pursing his lips dramatically.

"On purpose?" Roy quirked an eyebrow up, letting himself relax into Jamie's lap. He brought a hand up to brush Jamie's hair out of his face, cradelingJamie in his hands. "Why? So I could do this?"

Roy leaned down and kissed Jamie. Jamie hummed in affirmation as a hand dragged along Roy's cheek. Slow languide kisses as they settled into each other, Roy's hips starting to grind down into Jamie's pressing the youngerman into the seat.

Jamie let out a whine as Roy's hands slipped under his shirt, up and down his torso before snagging into his shorts. Roy growled kissing down Jamie's neck just to hear his heaving breath and whimpers as Roy sucked a dark mark onto his neck.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Jamie let out a yelp as a knock on the window forced the men to separate from each other. Well, as much as they could with Roy sitting in Jamie's lap. Jamie hid his face as Roy rolled the window down to see a police man standing outside the door.

"Evening, sir," Roy greeted, nodding at the man.

"Enjoying yourselfs, are we?" The copper asked, looking back and forth between Roy and Jamie. His eyes lit up in surprise. "Wait, aren't you-"

"What the fuck do you want?" Roy interrupted, leaning further over Jamie to hide his body behind his.

The cop glared at Roy before replying. "You can't be staking out here, go on home to do your dirty work."

"Fuck off."

"Goodnight, lads," The cop dismissed before walking off.

Roy rolled the window up, Jamie snickering as he did. Roy smacked Jamie's head. "Shut it." That just made Jamie laugh harder. "Alright, move over I'm driving us home, dickhead."

Jamie schooched out from under Roy, sliding into the passenger seat. Roy was pissed but once again, Jamie's fucking smile was making it impossible to frown. The two of them had just been busted by a fucking police officer like a pair of horny teenagers, ignoring the possibility that if anyone found out about the two of them they'd be on the news before the end of the hour.

But right now, Jamie was in his car, laughing and that's all that mattered. Roy couldn't help but lean over and grab Jamie in one last searing kiss.

"You fucking idiot," He murmured fondly against Jamie's lips. Jamie bit his lower lip, smirking devilishly. Roy growled giving Jamie's cheek a smack before turning back to the wheel. It was going to be a long night.

Send me a number between 1-100 and a name and I'll write a fic off the song it represents in my Spotify Wrapped playlist

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Congrats on 1k omg!!! I love you so much, and you’re so very deserving of this success (and much more) Also, can I get song 28 with Keeley?

Thank you so much my loveeeee!!! I am so excited to write for Keeley my love.

#28 Green Eyes - JOSEPH

"If we're headed for the cliffside I'm ready for the fall, if you know me at all You know I don't need lights to decide I'm not changing my mind"

It was dangerous how much you loved Keeley. It was really hard not to. She was so stronger and powerful in every sense of the word and she'd completely taken over of your senses. All she had to do was look at you, with those green eyes, and there was no stopping you.

"Oh you look fit, babes," she grinned as she looked at your Richmond inspired makeup. "That lip color is driving me mad."

You blushed as you slipped the lipstick into your pocket. "Do my hair will you?"

"Of course!

She tugged you over to the bed so she could braid colorful ribbons onto your hair. You felt her gather your hair and push it to the side before her lips made contact with the back of your neck. You shivered and felt her smile as the goosebumps rose over your skin.

"Keely," you breathed out, warning.

She hummed. "What? What's wrong love" Your breath hitched as she pushed down the sleeve of your shirt to kiss down your neck, across your shoulder and down your back. "C'mon, use your words."

"Fuck," you cursed. "You can't do that, we have to go." The game started soon and you had saved seats with Rebecca Welton waiting for you to show up.

"We can be late," Keeley insisted, letting her hand wrap around your center and pull your back flush against her chest, her lips never leaving your skin.

You were meant to be meeting Rebecca for the first time. On top of being a billionaire owner of a Premiere League football club, she was also Keeley's best friend and you cared a lot about making a good impression.

"Keeley," you whined, trying really hard not to lean back completely.

Keeley tilted you head to look at her. Her green eyes bore into yours as she bit down, dragging her teeth over her plump lips.

"Tell me to stop and we'll leave." She knew you couldn't all she needed was to look at you and her green eyes would be the only green light you needed for the rest of the day. Not that you needed a green light, all you needed was her you'd crumple.

You couldn't respond and she smiled, pulling you into her lap properly for a long, sexy, beautiful, perfect, Keeley Jones, kiss.

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