Ted Lasso Recs x2
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aliunde_recsAs the Best You
By: Face_of_Poe
Info: Mature, Genfic, 10.6k Words
Summary: The day Phoebe was born, Roy was in Brazil suffering an unremarkable draw of an end to England’s 2014 World Cup ambitions before they ever actually managed to get them off the ground.
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The day England suffered an unremarkable draw of an end to England’s 2014 World Cup ambitions, a rising star in Manchester turned seventeen years old and signed the pro contract City had waiting for him.
F is for Frangipane
By: Face_of_Poe
Info: General Audiences, Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt, 6.6k Words
Summary: “I am… I suppose surprised… that you’d want to draw attention to, well…”
She glances around but it’s slow, lull between the morning rush and the lunch hour. “Roy and Jamie?” Trent hums and absolutely does not lean in, drawn by the sheer magnetic power of the gossip at last, no sir. “They can control themselves for a couple hours,” she promises with a staggering confidence, considering how relentless they are online.
“I have to say, I was… not expecting that relationship to,” he searches for the diplomatic word, because he knows Keeley is still friends with them both and implode sounds rather harsh, “develop in quite the fashion it did, and so quickly.”
But she just settles in, finishes her latte, unfussed. “Looking back I guess I’m not all that surprised.”
By: Face_of_Poe
Info: Mature, Genfic, 10.6k Words
Summary: The day Phoebe was born, Roy was in Brazil suffering an unremarkable draw of an end to England’s 2014 World Cup ambitions before they ever actually managed to get them off the ground.
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The day England suffered an unremarkable draw of an end to England’s 2014 World Cup ambitions, a rising star in Manchester turned seventeen years old and signed the pro contract City had waiting for him.
F is for Frangipane
By: Face_of_Poe
Info: General Audiences, Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt, 6.6k Words
Summary: “I am… I suppose surprised… that you’d want to draw attention to, well…”
She glances around but it’s slow, lull between the morning rush and the lunch hour. “Roy and Jamie?” Trent hums and absolutely does not lean in, drawn by the sheer magnetic power of the gossip at last, no sir. “They can control themselves for a couple hours,” she promises with a staggering confidence, considering how relentless they are online.
“I have to say, I was… not expecting that relationship to,” he searches for the diplomatic word, because he knows Keeley is still friends with them both and implode sounds rather harsh, “develop in quite the fashion it did, and so quickly.”
But she just settles in, finishes her latte, unfussed. “Looking back I guess I’m not all that surprised.”
