#roy and jamie's fabulous post-wembley camping adventure ft. grizzly bears and friendship and marshmallow statues of your childhood idol

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*cracks knuckles* buckle up for thee silliest fic idea i have ever had in my entire life.

Roy takes Jamie home. Later, Jamie won't remember how this happened; won't remember leaving the locker room, or changing out of his kit, or buckling the seatbelt, or the drive to Roy's gaff. But he did leave the locker room, and he did change out of his kit, and the seatbelt did get buckled, and he did drive to Roy's gaff. Was driven. By Roy. By Roy fucking Kent. Roy fucking Kent drives Jamie home after what might be the worst night he's ever had, and Jamie doesn't remember shit about it except that it's somehow true. Roy fucking Kent also lets Jamie borrow a spare pair of his pyjamas. In any other circumstance, Jamie would laugh so hard he wouldn't be able to breathe 'round it.

Instead, he tugs the over-long sleeves over his hands as he sits on the couch, staring blankly at the wall opposite, pulse thrumming hard and fast in the hollow of his throat even though the danger's long gone. He can't-- he can't stop imagining the give of his dad's cheek beneath his knuckles, that tipsy, startled backwards stumble. The cold vice of fear surging up his throat like a fucking python, ready to squeeze its prey to death. He shouldn't've-- he shouldn't've-- Christ. Jesus fucking Christ, he's fucked up, he's fucked up more than he's ever fucked up before and he can't-- "I gotta go," Jamie blurts, launching to his feet. Roy's in the room over, cooking something on the stove. Eggs, maybe. The smell of them turns Jamie's stomach. "I--I gotta--" "Jamie," says Roy. The stove clicks off, and then Roy's in the entryway in his socks. Jamie'd been in his socks. He'd been in his socks and he's been in his socks in front of his dad his whole life but this time was different, this time was-- "He's gonna--he's gonna come," Jamie says. Or-- gasps. His lungs ain't working proper-like. His nails dig deep into his palms and he measures an exhale, forcing it to escape him slow and steady. It hurts. "He ain't gonna--he's gonna come and I don't wanna get you in trouble or nothin', so--so I gotta go, just--just let me go, please--" "You're not going fucking anywhere," says Roy. Jamie tenses on instinct, 'cause those words are fucking terrifying on their own, and it's only after a moment in which he turns them over in his mind that he realizes there's nothing to be afraid of, not here. He convinces his shoulders to drop from his ears. "Actually." The shoulders go up to the ears again. Jamie croaks, "Actually?" "You said he's going to come," says Roy. There's some electric note in his voice, an undercurrent of that anger he carries with him wherever he goes. Jamie's heard it directed his way, except-- except this ain't the same. This is the rage of a wild animal caged. "You said he's going to come for you?" "He--" Jamie swallows. He's in his socks again, ain't he. Even through them his feet are cold. "He--" Roy nods. It's decisive, and firm. He's also in his socks. They've got avocados on them. Jamie thinks he might've noticed that already, but it's-- it's hitting him again, and a hysterical cough attempts to claw its way off his tongue and dies halfway there. "Right, then," says Roy. "Then we're leaving." "W-what?" Jamie's ears must not be working no more. His legs barely are; his knees are jelly. His stomach's in knots. Wouldn't be too much of a shock for his ears to start failing him, too. "What-- what d'you mean?" And his ears must be utterly kaput, 'cause the next thing out of Roy's mouth makes less sense than any of the rest of it put together. "You ever been camping, muppet?"

#me: says it is thee silliest fic idea ever #also me: offers a snippet that is almost nothing but Angst #and this IS a fic that i haven't done any work on i came up with this on the fly but now i am Inspired >:) #roy and jamie's fabulous post-wembley camping adventure ft. grizzly bears and friendship and marshmallow statues of your childhood idol #send me a book emoji for a summary/sneak peek of a fic i've thought about writing!! #ted lasso #roy kent #jamie tartt #sid speaks #implied abuse #implied child abuse