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fanficfanattic · 7 months

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for the ask game! 🗣 & ❤️

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1) “Okay, okay. So the art competition at my school? I won!”

And he was up on his feet, lifting her into the air to spin while cheering “What’s this, Phoebe the artist, took on all of Year Three and beat every last one of them back!!!”

He set her on her feet before she could get dizzy and so he could see what she’d chosen.

“And what did you go with, Phoebe?”

“A unicorn dragon!” And she squealed again, bouncing on her toes, before holding her paper out for him to look at.

With only a little bit of extra drama, he clutched his heart before staggering back to sit on the bench. Every chance he got, he liked to put himself on the same level as most any kids. But Phoebe especially.

Her dad was apparently a piece of shit, different kind than his but still. So he didn’t want to be another adult in her life looming over her. Or failing to give her the praise she both needed and deserved.

“This is, hands down, the best unicorn dragon I have ever seen in me life!”

“Jamie, it’s the only unicorn dragon you’ve ever seen in your life!” Her adrenaline had to be through the roof because she said that while running her tiny little feet in place. Hopping from one foot to the other quick quick.

“Tell me where I’m lying, then?”

And she stopped wiggling so she could just have a giggle at him. Which meant the both of them were finally still enough he noticed what he’d missed at the first glance.

“What’s this, a second ribbon? Did you also win best pigtails?”

“No! Look at it!”

“I am Phoebe. Tell us what we’re looking at, though, yeah?”

“I won the whole school!”

“What!” And he jumped clean up at that, glad she didn’t flinch or startle. “All of primary? Even the big’uns?”

“Yes, Jamie! Yes! Only two of the Year Fives even used cross hatching.”

2) But then Dani was beside her, having just came in, and smiling his big beautiful Rojas smile.

“Hello, Keeley.”

“Hi, Dani,” she couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Dani,” Jamie returned, also helplessly smiling back.

Keeley took a few extra seconds to register that exchange, before whispering “bloody hell”. She looked from Dani to Jamie and back to Dani again.

“If you could let go of my boyfriend now, we can all join the table.”

Roy had just gotten close enough to hear Dani say that and wouldn’t have kept his volume down even if he could have.

“Boyfriend?!” And the team once again turned to stare at Jamie.

“Yes, Captain. Jamie’s my boyfriend. I already told you this.”

“No. No you fucking didn’t. And actually, also, no he’s fucking not. He’s the prince prick of pricks and we’ve finally been rid of him. So you can’t bring him right back!” He panted a little at the end, not used to saying that many words when a good grunt would do.

“Captain, yes, I told everyone that I was bringing my partner. Jamie. My partner Jamie.”

“Er, Dani? I told you, yeah, me name is used by men and women. So. Unless you said Tartt or something specific like about playing with me. They probably assumed you were gonna bring a lady friend.”

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1) After a third count, now that Ted seemed to be syncing up, it was time for him to start showing by example.

“Okay, doing good there, gaffer. I’m gonna start breathing with you.” He took Ted’s lax hand from his knee and placed it on his own chest. Kept it in place with his cold fingers. “Need to get some of those breathes deeper.”

And this time he didn’t count for in and out. Couldn’t help himself with hold and wait though. Now he was taking deep breathes, loud, and if he’d focus any less on Ted than he was, he’d have maybe been able to tell that all the lads were doing it with him, all syncing to his breath, to help Ted.

Ted’s breathing stabilized, and some color came back into his face, but Jamie didn’t let go of his hand when Ted gently tugged it.

“If we stop now, are all those bad thoughts gonna come winging right back?”

“No, uh, no Jamie. I’m fine now.”

“Well fine is a relative word, ain’t it?”

And Ted laughed, though this one also wasn’t entirely meant to be funny.

“Right are you, Jaymaroo.”

“No, I say no to that one. Gonna have to try again later.”

2) “Do you know the funny thing about glass houses, Mr. Kent?”

He didn’t bother to respond, just glared sullenly at her.

“Most people would say its that they are so easy to break. But that’s just the nature of glass, innit? No, the funny thing, is that people forget how easily you can see right. through. them.”

That got Roy’s attention.

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laiqualaurelote · 11 months

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chapter nine - but then there was a star danced

“That’s a shame,” says Ted. “We ship it like UPS. Or, since we’re in England, we ship it like Royal Mail.”

“As someone who has lived in England all their life,” says Trent, “I can confirm this is not a positive shipping experience.”

“I stand corrected. So what are we going to do about the Reeley problem, fellas?”

“You’re not going to do a fucking thing about it,” Roy barks through the hedge, “because it’s not a thing, and also I know what you are doing. I fucking read, all right?”

There is silence on the other side of the hedge. Eventually Ted says: “So…is it working?”

“Fuck no!” shouts Roy, and storms off.

In which there is much ado about nothing, Keeley Jones thinks about what she wants (what she really really wants) and Roy Kent finds himself, against his will, in his Austen hero era.

The Station Eleven post-apocalyptic theatre AU in which American comedy actor Ted Lasso, in the wake of a worldwide pandemic, winds up leading a Shakespearean theatre troupe through the ruins of England (no knowledge of Station Eleven necessary to read).

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lilacmermaid25 · 6 months

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Ted Lasso Prompt: After Roy starts sitting down for therapy with Sharon, he realizes how similar he and Ted are, neither of them believing they can ever be perfectly happy and have it all. He & Keeley get back together, and then he flies to Kansas to yell at Ted, urging him to come back and talk to Rebecca.

#ted lasso #roy kent #keeley jones #roy/keeley #ted lasso spoilers #rebecca welton #my prompts

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margoshansons · 1 year

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#ted lasso #polls #tedbecca #roy/keeley #roy/jamie #roy/jamie/keeley #tedtrent

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wh0re-behavi0r · 11 months

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anyone have some of their fav roy x keely x jamie fics to share with me??

#ted lasso #roy kent #keely james #jamie tartt #roy/jamie #roy/keeley #jamie/roy #roy/jamie/keeley

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itsclydebitches · 11 months

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At the end of 3x10 when Keeley is talking to Rebecca she says that Rebecca would have to be dumb to take her ex back just like that in a moment of weakness. The tone in which she said it, Roy entering the scene right at that moment, the way she nervously turned around to face him and her meek hi... I knew they were not back together so 3x11 didn't surprise me at all.

I honestly don't understand how people were surprised by it? Don't they listen to Keeley at all? Do they just care about Roy?

And all throughout 3x11 she kept saying they're just friends and ignoring Roy's compliments because "You want me to help Jamie? 😊"

And her expression and tone of voice when Roy says he doesn't want to be just friends... she looked ready to (very kindly and offering physical comfort) turn him down.

I mean she was just dumped by her abusive ex and got funds pulled from her firm. She most likely latched on to Roy because he showed her affection (much like she had sex with Jamie after breaking up with him because she was feeling lonely and he was respectful and not looking for sex)

Just give her a break, she doesn't exist just to revolve around Roy's character

And they've barely interacted this season

This definitely doesn't feel like a final season but alas

I think you're implying a bias that's not actually a factor here with the "Don't they listen to Keeley at all? Do they just care about Roy?" questions. I can't speak for anyone else, but it's because I was listening to Keely in that 3x10 scene that I thought they were back together.

First, there's a huge difference between dating Roy and dating Rupert. Keeley is not talking about taking exes back as a general rule, but rather the specific context of Rupert trying to get back together with Rebecca. AKA an abuser trying to lure in a victim again. That's explicitly how she phrases it, talking up the horror that would ensue if Rebecca "fell for it" again and enunciating Rupert's name as the clear disgust factor in this scenario. She then goes on to summarize why Rupert would be an awful individual to take back:

"After all that floppy cock has done, you would have to be insane [to take him back]."

That's the context and it's an important one in comparing Rebecca's situation to Keeley's. As you point out, she's just come out of an abusive relationship, which means that Roy is the comparative gold standard given how well he's treated her in the past + his willingness to improve. For Keeley, taking Roy back is a good thing whereas Rebecca taking Rupert back would, for obvious reasons, be a terrible, damaging choice.

So it's not 'Oh my god only an idiot would ever take their ex back' it's 'You taking Rupert back would be insane.' Yes, there is an element of Rebecca teasing Keeley for the almost hypocrisy (you can see it in her expression) when Roy walks out, but the writing is aware that it's a false equivalency. Keeley is a little embarrassed because yeah, she was just ranting about Rebecca potentially getting back together with an ex and then here comes Roy, her ex, waltzing out in her bathrobe... but everyone there understands that it's not actually the same thing. To me, Keeley's meek little "Hi" was a combination of responding to that playful teasing and the general awkwardness of your lover wandering out when her back is turned and she hasn't told her BFF yet that they're back together... not evidence that she's ashamed/hesitant/regretful/any emotion that would imply a 'just friends' situation. This is just an awkward situation, so Keeley responds awkwardly.

The fact that we do have this (surface level) comparison of getting back together with exes and Keeley NOT correcting Rebecca about her assumptions means that the viewer is most likely to come away thinking they're an item again. Keeley loves Roy; she never wanted to break up. Roy loves Keeley; he was just dealing with insecurities about what he brings to the relationship. Roy shows up on Keeley's doorstep with a love letter, they have sex, there's a setup joke about getting back with an ex, and then the scene ends with Rebecca assuming they're an item and smiles all around. So yeah, I was personally surprised by the "Just friends" angle when, from my perspective, two seasons of writing + the latest episode have consistently pushed them as endgame with, of course, the finale coming on fast.

As for the rest, I'd need to re-watch 3x11 to comment. I really didn't get that 'Keeley was trying to kindly let him down' vibe on first viewing, but again, I'd need to take a closer look to be sure. No, Keeley doesn't exist to revolve around Roy's character... and I think Ted Lasso has done a really good job of writing that. As you say yourself, they haven't spent much time together this season because Keeley has been off living her own life outside of Roy: starting a firm, making new friends, dating new people. Just because she's (likely) getting back together with someone who, again, she's been set up to be with almost since the start of the show doesn't mean she's suddenly lost her individuality as a character. Ted Lasso is a show that is both structurally and textually (Ted's "rom-communism" speech) pulling from Rom-Com tropes, which includes the very common "Leads separate for a time" obstacle. One character needing time to come to terms with the relationship and another dating Looks Good On The Surface But Is Actually All Wrong For Them love interests are both go-to staples of the genre. Unless Ted Lasso pulls a fast one in tomorrow's finale, Keeley and Roy are in their last 15 minutes of the movie stage where they reconcile and move forwards as a happy couple.

Which is precisely why the "Just friend" angle feels weird at this late a stage and with only one episode left. Unless they really wanted a last-minute conflict for them to work through during the finale -- or, again, they're subverting expectations and they won't end up together -- there's no good reason to introduce that when their arc is already pretty complete. Let them be happy throughout the finale and put that time towards established conflicts that need resolving, rather than new ones introduced an episode before.

#Ted Lasso #Roy Kent #Keeley Jones #Roy/Keeley

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1-800-pogosticks · 11 months

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I hope no one has done this I want to know how many of us will have our hearts shattered or maybe not who knows !

#roy x jamie x keeley #Ted Lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ot3 #throuple #roy/jamie/keeley #roy/keeley #Roy/Jamie #I just feel like… in a world where anything can happen #Maybe 🥺#tl #polls

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thetarttfuldickhead · 5 months

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A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

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11 (& 12).

“Babe, that smells amazing!”

Keeley’s arms wrapped around him from behind, and Roy smiled, unseen. “Careful,” he told her gruffly as he took the pan of shashuka off the stove. “It’s hot.”

“Mmm, isn’t only thing that is.” She waited until he’d put the food down on the table before she slipped into his arms, claiming a kiss. “What are we having today?”

In spite of Keeley being the one with an actual time to keep in the morning, Roy was usually the first one up. Old habits, and he liked having breakfast ready for her when she came down. It made him feel useful, being able to do that for her, and the way she smiled at him over her avocado toast with scrambled eggs or peanut butter blueberry smoothie warmed him in a way not much else did lately. Or ever had, really. Roy Kent had never been what most people would call an exceedingly happy person.

Even by his low standards, though, the past six months had been fucking bleak. Losing football, even if he had always known it was coming, even if it had always been just a matter of time, was like having not only his heart but his lungs and brain and every-fucking-thing ripped out, leaving him an empty, useless shell, stumbling around the void where playing once had been. If it hadn’t been for Keeley, and maybe Phoebe, he wasn’t sure he’d still—

“It’s shakshuka,” he told Keeley. “Eggs in tomato sauce with feta cheese and spices and herbs and shit.”

“Sounds good.”

It was good. Between them they polished off the entire pan, and then Keeley kissed him goodbye and was off and Roy was left with the cleaning up and nothing much to do for the rest of the morning. In the afternoon there were a couple of games he’d watch in preparation for this week’s Soccer Saturday, but until then, he was free as a bird.

Free as a bird with a broken wing limping around on the ground and doing fuck all for either himself or anyone else.

Roy filled up the dishwasher, and took out the trash. Scrolled through his phone looking for new breakfast recipes to try. Read two chapters of The Girl Who Takes an Eye for an Eye. Read a recap of yesterday’s La Liga games.

At least Keeley had been right about the pundit gig. It was fucking stupid, but being around football again, even in this diminished capacity, was hell of a lot better than trying to distance himself from it entirely (coaching Phoebe’s team aside). Might even have been borderline fun, if it weren’t for Cartrick’s ignorant, pointless drivel, and the fact that it regularly saw Roy subjected to both the sight and discussion of Jamie Tartt.

Ever since their bizarre run-in at Hus’, Roy had, annoyingly and in spite of his best intentions, been unable to excise Jamie from his thoughts. He didn’t give a shit about the little prick, and yet he couldn’t stop wondering what the fuck had been going on with him at the kebab shop. (Why the fuck had he left City? How the fuck had he convinced anyone at Richmond he wasn’t a total wanker anymore? When was Lasso going to realize that you couldn’t play Jamie like he was playing Jamie?)

Good fucking thing Richmond were in the Championship, which at least meant that the pundits spent way less time on their games (and certain prick players) than they would have if they still played in the League.

The doorbell rang.

“Delivery for Mr. Kent,” a chirpy young woman with a non-descript parcel in her arms called when Roy opened the door with a scowl on his face.

Roy’s eyes narrowed. Had Keeley taken to buying things online for him now? Roy sure as hell hadn’t ordered anything lately, and who else would think to have shit delivered here instead of Roy’s actual house?

“Who is it from?” he asked, but the woman just shrugged. It didn’t say.

Roy signed for the parcel, and carried it inside. He placed it on the kitchen table and stared at it for a moment. Was this some weird fan or stalker bullshit? There’s been some of that, people sending him all sorts of stuff throughout the years, but usually to the club rather than his house, and usually back when he was still with Chelsea and on top of the fucking world.

He called Keeley. “Did you buy me something online and have it sent to your place?”

“No? Why, did you get a delivery?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. Talk to you later. Love you.”

He hung up. Stared at the parcel some more, and then he shrugged. Fuck it. Wouldn’t be much of a loss anyway, if it turned out to be a bomb and he was blown to bits.

Inside the parcel was a flat square box, carefully wrapped in royal blue with a white bowtie. Chelsea colours, Roy’s brain immediately supplied. Maybe it really was an old fan, who somehow hadn’t gotten the memo that Roy was fucking finished. A has-been. Just some guy named Roy.

For a moment, he was tempted to just throw the whole thing out and forget about it. But curiosity got the better of him, and he tore away the wrapping paper, to reveal…

… a jigsaw puzzle? That’s what the box proclaimed anyway, only it made no sound at all when he shook it, and the picture on it, while familiar, sure as hell wasn’t any Roy had ever seen on a jigsaw before.

And he would have seen it, had it ever been produced. It was him, long-haired and dressed in Chelsea blue, caught in the motion of scoring the prettiest goal of his career, against United back in 2014.

Roy stared at it for a long time, letting his finger trace the curve of the ball as it flew towards the goal. Then he opened the box, and found it filled with bubble wrap. Presumably someone had taken the time to use it to fill up the box, to make sure the smattering of puzzle pieces he discovered in a neat bag underneath didn’t give the surprise away. Stuck to the bag was a small, printed note, which simply read:

3000 pieces is a challenge. You as good at jigsaw puzzles as you were at playing football?

Roy snorted. Football was an art, sweat and tears and bloody hard work. How difficult could a jigsaw puzzle be?

Still, it was one hell of a gift. It must have been Keeley, right? In spite of her denying it, who else would have a, bothered to get Roy anything at all, and b, come up with something so thoughtful?

She really hadn’t sounded like she knew what he was talking about on the phone, though.

He’d save that mystery for later. Right now, he had 3000 puzzle pieces to show who was boss.

12.

It took Roy the better part of four days to finish the puzzle. To his surprise, he enjoyed it, and initially rather wished he knew whom he had to thank for the thoughtful gesture. Then things took a turn for the crazy, and he rather wished he knew whom to grab by their shirt and demand what they hell they were up to.

On Wednesday, he took Keeley out for dinner to celebrate her successful closing of the Bantr deal, and before they even had time to order, a bottle of Tattinger arrived at the table, courtesy of someone who wished “the best midfielder of all time a very nice evening (and congratulations Keeley, you’re a superstar too)!”. Roy’s increasingly loud inquiries about whom had sent it over nearly got them thrown out of the restaurant.

On Thursday unexpected sleet fell over London, covering everything in a heavy wetness that froze as temperatures fell. Roy had spent the afternoon Christmas shopping, and as he slipped and slided over the slick pavement back to his car, he was already cursing how bloody fucking difficult scraping the ice off the windshield was going to be. But when he arrived at the parking lot, it had already been taken care of, by an unseen someone who had then seen fit to scamper off and leave Roy equally disgruntled and grateful.

When Roy came back from the TV studio on Sunday someone had decked his entire front porch with Christmas lights and decorations in black and silver, with red accents. It actually looked pretty nice – which didn’t change the fact that it was an utterly bonkers thing to do.

There were other gifts as well. On Tuesday he received a bottle of Macallan from 1982, the year of his birth, and on Friday it was a gift card for a massage in a luxury spa in Mayfair. Roy considered regifting the latter to his sister, but ended up spending a fucking glorious afternoon there himself. Though he did regular physio for his knee, he hadn’t had a massage since he quit football and lost access to the Richmond therapists; it had just never occurred to him to book a private appointment. It would now.

He asked Keeley repeatedly if she wasn’t the one doing it all, but she consistenly denied it, to the point where she forbade him from asking again, urging him to talk to the police if he was concerned about a stalker.

Roy wasn’t concerned, exactly. He was confused more than anything, both about what was actually going on, and about his own feelings on the matter. There was no denying that whoever was behind this spent stupid amounts of time and money on it, and that they seemed to know a great deal about Roy; both what he might enjoy, and where he was at any given time. That was objectively creepy and weird, and Roy had found himself looking over his shoulder more than once in the past week.

At the same time, there was a part of Roy that relished the attention, and had secretly started to look forward to each day’s new surprise. It brougth a sense of excitement to his otherwise painfully dull days when Keeley was away at work.

But yeah, Roy admitted to himself as he sipped coffee and watched Phoebe skate around the ice rink in Canada Square Park on Monday, it was fucking strange too. He probably should be more concerned. Maybe he ought to—

“Uncler Roy, look!”

Phoebe had come up next to him, and was pointing up into the the grey London sky. Roy followed her outstretched finger and gave a sharp curse. Above them a small airplane flew across the park, trailing a banner reading ROY KENT YOU ARE A LEGEND behind it.

Yeah, Roy thought while handing Phoebe a quid for swearing, he absolutely ought to find out who was behind this.

#did not have time to put 11 up on tumblr yesterday so we're doing a double post today #VAGUE hints of suicidal ideation #due to #roy kent's canonical depression #also featuring #jamie's lack of chill and sense of boundaries #roy kent #keeley jones #roy/keeley

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