I JUST WATCHED THE MOVIE TODAY ???? WHY R U IN MY HEAD ????
i feel like he would give u one of those super sore but in the best ways fucks yk what i mean ?? like bruises and hickies everywhere but mmmm they’re the yummy kind
A/N: Roy being the bestest friend and keeping you safe. Part 1
It was pretty late when you made it inside Nelson Road. You kept your hoodie up to try to cover as much of your face as you could. Grateful the guy who lived in the Stadium let you in the door after you mentioned Roy’s name without asking any questions
Walking through the tunnels with the lights flickering only enhanced your sense of dread. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched even though you knew no one else was there at this time of night. While you didn’t have a good plan, you knew you could hide in the boot room since it had the most privacy and leave through the tunnels in the morning before the team arrived.
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Yeah you could’ve called Roy but it was late and you didn’t want to put him out over this. He’d told you a thousand times that Luke was bad news but you swore up and down he wasn’t anything other than a gentleman. What a liar you turned out to be.
By the time you made it inside to the boot room, your adrenaline had faded. You finally felt safe and curled up on the floor behind the boot wall.
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When Will showed up in the morning, he was ready to tackle the day. Although he never quite won over Nate Shelley while he was around, the Greyhounds had been very receptive to his little improvements he’d made to Nate’s processes.
Because of this he liked to start off the day in the locker room reviewing everything he’d set out the night before and sprayed a lavender scent there and in the boot room to start the day off right.
Not today though.
Upon entering the boot room, he knew something was off. There were dirt tracks left on his floor! He followed them cautiously around the corner of the boot wall to find… you. fast asleep. Oh wait are those scrapes on your face?! Blood? Oh dear. Will checked his watch and knew that the coaches should be here any minute. For now, you didn’t show any signs of waking but the room was chilly so he took towel and laid it gently around you in case you were cold.
With that he left the room as quietly as he could to find Roy ideally but Ted would do too.
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“Ey, uh.. Coach Kent?” Roy continued ignoring Will who’d stood at his door for 5 minutes already before saying anything.
“Coach, Sorry to disturb you so soon after you’ve arrived but you’re needed in the Boot Room.” Will fumbled his way through the sentence but he finally got Roy’s attention.
“Why the fuck would I need to go to the fucking smellyarse Boot Room first the in the fucking morning?” Roy didn’t yell but Will was nodding along polite as he is. He took a deep breathe and finally told the whole truth.
“Because I found your friend Y/F/N Y/L/N in there asleep when I came in this morning with her face a little cut up. Coach, I think she spent the night here.”
Roy was up and out of his chair before Will could even finish his sentence once he said you were the reason he was needed in the boot room. Fuuucking hell. What did that prick do to you?
His answer came shortly after that thought as you started mumbling and twitching in your sleep.
He had been just so angry that evening. Ever since that double date, things got worse. He was mean and a little picky before but that night when you arrive home he slammed the door and turned on you, shoving you to the ground. You felt your heart leap into your throat afraid that he would come back so you locked yourself in the bathroom until he went to bed.
“You fucking bitch, you tried to upstage me with your friends huh?” CRASH. There goes the lamp from your coffee table falling into pieces on the floor.
“No no, that wasn’t it. I didn’t want them to think you were mean when you called your trainees idiots is all. I was trying to fix it. I’m sorry I’m sorry.”
“You think I’m mean? You were trying to fix me? I am the best damn thing to ever happen to you. Where would you be without me?” CRASH except this time the glass he threw at the wall was too close to your face and the some shards ricocheted off the wall scraping your face a bit. It was in that moment that you woke up with a start arms flailing, knocking the blanket Will had draped over you away.
“Don’t touch me!” Roy’s heart broke as he watched you take in your surroundings as you realized you weren’t in that horrid memory but at Nelson Road with him in front of you arms up in surrender.
He stayed right where he was as you took deep breathes to try to calm your breathing but it wasn’t working. Your panic was increasing instead of subsiding. As you dropped your head on your knees and wrapped your arms around your legs to form a ball, Roy sat down next to you taking you under his arm so you were curled up against him. He texted Keeley.
RK: Y/N is here. It’s bad. I don’t car what she says she can’t go back to that prick. He hurt her. She’s going to stay with us for a bit. That okay w u?
KJ: Ofcourse love! Fuck that piece of shit. Do you need me to come there?
RK: Not yet, I’ve got them for now. Can you ready the guest room just in case? *Keeley reacted with a heart emoji.
Roy smlied at his phone and then pulled you closer.
“Fuck that guy. Fuck what happened. I’m here and you’re safe.”
Will their heart race at the sight of me? Will we bring each other comfort in our touches? Will I be enough as broken as I am? Can someone look at me and see all of me,and still want me? Will I have babies that look like us and laugh like me? Will I be grounded by them,and loved no matter how sick I am? Will my dad walk me down the aisle and give me away,or will I always be this way? Will I ever have somebody need me? Will anyone ever love me the way I can love them? Will I ever get my “love for eternity?”
A/N: i love angst and i love it when roy acts like a middle aged white woman at a wine party where he laughs too loud and pretends he’s having a great time just to get through it all
Word count: 6.5k
Chapter Nine
After a few weeks, you’d already got used to the tube journey from Richmond to Somerset House. You reluctantly found out that, despite London being one city and the tube routes being easy, it was so fucking huge that it took you almost an hour to get to work. Maybe that was your fault for staying in Richmond instead of moving, but you didn’t mind a longer commute into the City of London if that meant you got to stay put.
Pluto Press was unique, and you felt proud to have a position there. Your desk was by the window, looking over the Strand outside. Your colleagues were nice, and you got to work alongside artists and writers wherever you went. It was like a dream come true. Which was why, as you arrived home on the Friday of your second week, you couldn’t understand why you felt so… shit. You felt lonely, isolated, and so overtired that you were certain your brain wasn’t working at full capacity. You missed the team at AFC Richmond, talks with Keeley and Rebecca, Ted’s american jokes– Roy.
Since his last game, Roy had gone off the grid. You were lucky if you randomly saw him out and about in Richmond. You’d attempted to meet up with him after his retirement press conference, a month after the end of your placement and his injury, but to no avail. And even now, staring at your phone, glass of wine in your hand as you settled in for another Friday night alone, you had the urge to text him. You downed your wine before you did, and dropped the glass onto your coffee table as you opened up Roy’s and yours text chain. Then, you typed:
Are you coming to the game tomorrow? I’d love to see you!
Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.
Word Count: 3K
Warning: Gross ex,West Ham
A/N: Lets learn a little more about readers past eh? Next chapter rlly gets things going I promise!
West Ham was a big game. A really big game. A game I think each of us were dreading the game. But for me… it was another one of my secrets. Matthew Kristal was a forward on West Ham. Had been for years. And he’d been my boyfriend throughout uni. He was much much older than me but he approached me after a game and told me all the things I wanted to hear. I was special, something he’d never seen before, so mature for my age. All the normal bullshit you hear from guys twice your age.
This one is a little odder but I feel like a single parent story would be great for Jamie
Like maybe reader is a single parent and is out in the park where the child is playing alone with a football (maybe trying to do some tricks) and accidentally kicks it to far and it hits Jamie (Who maybe is jogging by) jamie brings it over and does some tricks and the kid is like omg can you show me how to do that! reader is like embarrassed but Jamie is like sure so they spend a bunch of time playing football. The kid is a fan of Richmond but tickets are expensive so Jamie invites them to a game (Free) and they get to meet the team and it becomes a regular thing
Jamie is trying to work up the nerve to ask out Reader (He has never dated someone with kids before) and he doesn't want to mess up the relationship finally the child is like please ask my parent out!
Here’s another one that I’ve been sitting on forever! Finally got around to it. And in case you couldn’t tell, I freakin love Keeley Jones. I think she’s great. Enjoy!
