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jamiespoppinss · 2 months

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chapter 15 of the pool cleaning au is up (after a ridiculously long wait - sorry!)

#pool cleaning au #dani and jamie #dani and jamie fanfic #dani x jamie #dani x jamie fanfic #the haunting of bly manor

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you-see-something-strange-here · 9 months

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Imagine a “Best Friends-Off” with the Richmond team; Keeley pairs up the lads to answer questions about each other (with the classic whiteboards and dry erase markers yes) and it’s a fun little promotional video for the season.

Obviously with Isaac and Colin would be paired, then Jamie and Sam, I could see Jan Maas and Bumbercatch as an underrated duo, Dani could be paired with anybody on the team because he’s best friends with everyone.

The twist is when Jamie gets called to do the quiz with Roy at the end of the shoot, and both protest it (he’s not my best friend!). Needless to say, they end up mopping the floor and getting all the questions right, leading AFC Richmond to declare Roy and Jamie as the best besties on the team.

#this would also be a really cute fanfic if someone wanted to write it lol #I need more promotional hijinks from the Richmond lads #I feel like that would be HILARIOUS #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #Jan Maas #moe bumbercatch #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes #dani rojas

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skinnywalker · 1 year

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Teaser: the team's partner (richmond players x gn reader)

"Wait... you haven't met them yet!?! Really!?"

Ted shrugs.

"Nope but I've heard of them a lot, why is that such a bug deal?"

Roy starred amazed.

"They are the team's partner. Like everyone on the team loves them and half of them wants to date them."

Ted blinks, he face is in-between confused and laughter.

"Really?"

"Really. You should see what happens when the whole team is with them."

"You know what? I think thats a great idea."

#ted lasso being ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #sam obisanya x reader #dani rojas x reader #jamie tartt x reader #roy kent x reader #richmond #afc richmond

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burnthoneydrops · 5 months

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Home for the Holidays (s.o. x reader)

pairing: sam obisanya x reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none? let me know if i missed anything! (not proofread haha)

a/n: a little christmas post for my favourite boy! I got a little carried away with this and basing it off the christmas special from season 2 but I hope you enjoy!!

“I thought you were spending Christmas with your mom,” Ted comments as you sit in his office, a semi-pitying look from both him and Keeley making you want to cover your face in your festive jumper.

“She picked Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day so to the hospital she goes,” you reply, twirling your phone in your hands.

“What about your sister?” Nate asks from his perched position.

“Her girlfriend invited her on a surprise trip to Paris until the end of the month. She invited me to come after but it felt weird y’know?”

“Damn, where’s she been hiding that money?” Coach Beard asks.

“No idea. My sister says she’s good at investing or something but I also have a sneaking suspicion she’s a nepo baby”. The group in the room do a collective ‘ah’ in understanding. Keeley asks about Sam, to which you explain that he doesn’t celebrate Christmas and since the relationship was relatively new, you didn’t want to scare him off with how intensely your mum and your sister love to celebrate. That was before you found out neither of them were going to be there of course.

Ted looks to Coach Beard, asking what he’s doing for Christmas.

“I thought you two broke up?” Keeley asks as he announces that he and Jane are going to a pagan tradition at Stonehenge.

“We did, but we bought the tickets before we broke up so we’re going as friends,” he replies with slight distaste.

“Well that’ll be….what about you Higgins?” Ted changes the subject.

“We open presents and then host a party for any members of the team who don’t have a place to go on Christmas. We usually get about two but Ted and Y/N, you’re more than welcome”.

“I appreciate the offer Higgie Smalls but once Henry wakes up in,” Ted checks his phone, “about an hour, he wants to open presents together and spend the whole day on FaceTime”.

Higgins looks at you for your response. You nod, a small smile on your face, “yeah, sounds like it could be fun. Thanks Higgins”.

After the boys had finished their Secret Santa exchange, you wait for Sam out in the hallway of the facility, saying hi to the other players that walked past and getting a high five from both Colin and Isaac. Sam was second to last to leave, still slinging his coat over his shoulders as he and Dani walked out together.

“So I will see you at Higgins’ house later mi amigo?” Dani asks Sam, who nods and gives him a firm handshake before they bump chests, both with big smiles on their faces.

“Ay I got invited to that too,” you smile at the two boys as Sam grabs your hand to walk to his car.

“I thought you were spending the day with your mum and sister?” Sam asks, looking down at you with scrunched eyebrows.

Your face falls as you realise you hadn’t told him. You quickly apologise, explaining that because work had been so busy the past few days, you thought you had told Sam that your family was going to be gone, but apparently that was not the case. He is quick to shush your apology, claiming that it’s fine because now the two of you will get to spend your favourite holiday together after all.

“I guess that means we could head over to your place for a bit before we go to the Higgins’?” you look across at Sam as he starts the car, but he is quick to shut it down.

“Do you not want to get changed before we head over? I can drop you off at your home and pick you up when you are ready,” he replies, looking straight at the road. “Besides, I have a dish I need to pick up as a housewarming present”.

“Oh,” you slump, a little defeated, “ok”.

Getting ready for the party did not take nearly as long as it felt like Sam had expected, as it took him forever to respond to your ‘I’m ready!’ text. Something felt weird about the whole ordeal but you push it off, wanting to enjoy your favourite day with some of your favourite people. By the time Sam pulls up in front of your house, you’d checked your makeup a million times in the mirror, made sure you’d unplugged your curling iron about the same amount, and was watching cat TikToks when the doorbell rang. “You look lovely my love,” Sam compliments as you open the door. You thank him, holding out your hand for him to take before you close and lock your door, making sure not to trip on the front steps.

The drive to the Higgins house is short, meaning you two are still somehow early for the event. It comes as a relief, though, when they open the door, as Sam had informed you in the car that he was in desperate need of the restroom. You hold back a laugh as the smallest of the Higgins boys answers the door, and you and Sam both look down with a little ‘hello’ and a wave. You take the dish from Sam as he enters the house first, but Higgins is soon to join you both, showing you two to the living room where all the appetisers had been laid out.

“What a wonderful spread,” you compliment, to which his wife Julie replies with a thank you and a large smile. As Higgins asks what Christmas makes Sam think of, to which you can’t help but laugh again as you know the answer, Julie offers you a glass of wine (which you gladly accept).

“Colonisation,” Sam replies, “but I am more than happy to celebrate the day with you. It’s Y/N’s favourite holiday anyway, so it won’t be my last,” he smiles at you. “We also have some friends in Lagos who celebrate with jollof rice and goat meat, so I made you some”. You hand the dish to Higgins, who looks sceptical.

“But don’t worry, I used chicken,” Sam clarifies.

“Thank God,” Higgins mutters, looking down at the dish before one of his older sons walks up, complimenting Sam on his protest against Dubai Air. Hearing Higgins swear in support of his son surprises both you and Sam, causing a round of light laughter before Sam is asking about the bathroom again.

“If it’s your favourite holiday, why aren’t the two of you doing something separate from the party?” Julie asks as she comes back in with the wine.

“I forgot to tell him that my family wasn’t going to be available, and when we celebrate, we go all out, so I didn’t want to scare him off when we’ve only been together a few months”.

“I doubt anything could scare that boy off,” Julie chuckles, “he’s the happiest, most dedicated boy on the entire earth. Plus, he’s in love with you”.

You blush, not expecting to get so personal with the Higgins family quite yet.

“She’s right, Y/N, we’ve all noticed it around Nelson Road,” Higgins joins in, standing next to the arm of the couch.

“That’s…nice,” you nod, not entirely sure what else to say.

The next chunk of time is spent voluntarily helping clean up the house before everyone else arrives, Sam having turned gathering the wrapping paper into a game with the youngest. You smile from the corner of the couch you were picking extra pieces of tape off of; watching Sam play with kids always made your heart melt.

“Did Santa bring you something good this morning?” Sam asks.

“It’s ok, I know there’s no Santa,” the youngest shrugs as Sam sits down at the dining table.

“But of course there is!” You comment, making your way over to the two, positioning yourself in the doorway.

“How could he possibly deliver presents to everyone in one night?” The boy questions.

“Ah see, but it is one night split between 24 different time zones. Santa’s true power is not his speed, but his endurance,” Sam explains.

“Wow,” the boy’s face lights up, “he got me a bicycle,” he smiles.

“Brilliant,” Sam gives him a double fist bump before the youngest runs off at the sound of the doorbell.

You walk over to where Sam is sitting, running your hands down his shoulders as he wraps one of his hands around your arm. You lean your cheek on the top of his head, muttering about how wonderful he is before he laughs, planting a kiss on the hand he grabbed, and shaking his head. The next to arrive are Dani, Jan Maas, and Richard-who also brought a date- all with something to offer in their arms. They look a bit like the three wise men, but with alcohol instead of gold. Zoreaux follows quickly after, looking incredibly smiley as he announces he had previously gone to the wrong house. As more and more people arrive, you start to feel that warm, tingly feeling that reminds you why you love Christmas in the first place. So many people around, all happy to see each other, brings so much joy, especially when it brings on a Nerf battle to which all members (children and adults) are very dedicated. Putting dinner together is a sight to see, considering the regular dining table was conjoined with a surfboard and a pool table in order to fit all of the guests.

You rest your head on Sam’s shoulder as he grabs a dish from one of his fellow players, smiling at the mention of goat meat and laughing as the youngest Higgins boy tries to sneak himself some wine from Richard’s bottle. “I’m glad we got to do this together,” you whisper into Sam’s turtleneck.

“Me too my love,” he replies, looking down at you and trying to kiss the top of your head.

Higgins stands up as everyone passes dishes around and makes joyful conversation, clinking his wine glass to make a toast. “I just want to thank everyone for coming,” he starts.

Sam raises his glass as you take your head off his shoulder, “to the family Higgins!” Everyone begins to cheer, Jan Maas clapping his hand against the table.

“You’re going to make me cry,” Higgins continues, “to my lovely wife, Julie, my sons, to you and all your families back in Lagos, Guadalajara, Groningen, Cordon, Montreal, Benin City, Harare, Kingston, and Santa Cruz de la Sierra. I know you would have preferred to be with them,” Sam reaches under the table and grabs your hand, “but it was truly an honour to have you with us, to share our traditions and help us make some new ones. To the family we’re born with, and the family we make along the way.” Sam squeezes your hand as Higgins finishes his little speech. “And most importantly, to Richmond!” “To Richmond!” Everyone cheers in response-you included, raising their glasses.

There was suddenly a sound similar to feedback from outside and the youngest Higgins goes out to check for the cause of the commotion. “Ho ho ho Higginses!” Ted calls from the street.

The team all crowd around the window, greeted by the sight of Ted and Rebecca with three buskers, all in festive outfits.

“Holy shit,” you laugh to Sam, who grabs your hand again before leading you out the front door. After spending a good bit of time outside with the team, dancing in the snow, everyone starts to say their goodbyes. You and Sam give parting hugs to everyone before getting in his car. He wordlessly starts to drive, and you assume he’s going to drop you off at your house, but as you miss the turn, you open and close your mouth in question.

“I thought we could continue the festivities at my place if that’s ok,” Sam comments, glancing at you before looking back at the road.

“Yeah, ok,” you smile, looking at the few houses decked out in Christmas lights as you keep driving.

“Now this sounds weird, but I need you to close your eyes as we walk in. I promise it’s nothing scary,” he adds that last part in response to the way your face scrunched up.

“Ok…” you laugh uncomfortably, covering your eyes with your hands as Sam links one of his elbows with yours, guiding you up to his kitchen before informing you that you can drop your hands.

The sight in front of you is truly amazing, and you almost start crying on the spot. Sam stands off to the side with a nervous smile as you scan the room, looking at all the Christmas decorations and a full table of your favourite desserts that stand in front of you. A trifle and a Christmas pudding, a spiced Victoria sponge and a pitcher of mulled wine. You turn to face Sam, still with the nervous look on his face, before running to close the distance with a bone crushing hug.

“I take it that you like it?” He asks, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

“I love it!” You sniffle as you let go, looking at him in admiration. “But how? Why? I mean you-”

“Your sister told me when she accepted that trip to Paris that both she and your mum would be gone, and I know how much you love Christmas, so I decided to put a little something together”.

“A little something? Sam, this is amazing! Thank you so much,” you hug him again tightly. “Why did you agree to go to Higgins then?”

“You love celebrating with other people, and I figured we could just add on to the celebration. Initially we were just going to come back here after Secret Santa, but it ended up working out because the Victoria Sponge wasn’t ready yet. So, I dropped you off first, and a little extra celebration time wasn’t going to do any harm,” he shrugs.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Only for you my love,” he chuckles, grabbing your face lightly, pressing a soft kiss onto your lips before turning back to the feast. “Now, let us not put this all to waste”.

You turn excitedly to the table, wondering how you got so lucky with such a wonderful boyfriend.

#ted lasso #sam obisanya #sam obisanya x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt #roy kent #dani rojas #ted lasso one shot #sam obisanya x you

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kvetchinglyneurotic · 4 months

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They're up at Burnley and it's snowing; lightly at first, a dusting of white over grass through the second half that had them shivering in their kits as they slid mud-spattered across the pitch. They'd won thanks to the fucking Roy Kent effect, everyone except Jamie 'cause that'd require coach to actually, well, coach him. To look at a space with Jamie in it and act like he saw a person instead of nothing at all, and he used to wish he was invisible, back when he was a kid dodging fists and snarled words but now he wants to cry, just a bit, 'cause he really is trying and why can't Roy try too?

They're up at Burnley and it's snowing in huge fluffy white flakes as they board the coach and Jamie feels sick, sits in the aisle beside Sam who presses against the window, breath fogging on the glass.

"You know I'd love to give you all a day out in town to celebrate but it looks like it's gonna be a snow day for us, folks," Ted says, stood at the front of the bus with a broad smile under his moustache. They all groan and he chuckles, hands held out in front of him. "Hey, I don't make the weather — and boy, that would be something, wouldn't it? Give y'all a taste of Kansas summer instead of all this rain you've got going on. Or snow, at the moment. Anyhow, we'll make our own fun, won't we boys?"

"It's barely even snowing," Zoreaux grumbles.

Jamie hurries off the coach, ready to crawl under the blankets and draw the curtains where he can't see any of it and he's halfway to the hotel entrance when he realizes Sam isn't with him. Turns and finds him with his face turned up in the middle of the carpark with snow dusted on his hair and his jacket and melting on his skin.

"It's very beautiful," he says softly. Jamie trudges back towards him and there's a look on his face he's never seen before, all wondering and open and in that moment with icy water trickling through his hair and his fingers frozen stiff in his pockets, Jamie thinks everything in his life has been worth it for this moment, watching Sam's face as he watches the snow.

Beside them, Dani kneels to scoop up a handful and yelps, shaking out his hands, pouting with betrayal. "And very cold!"

"You gotta wear gloves, mate," Jamie says. He knocks his shoulder against Dani and Dani knocks back.

"But it looks so soft!"

Inside, Ted leads them to the conference centre instead of up to their rooms and they sit in a circle on the floor, coaches and all. Jamie ends up huddled between Sam and Dani, arms looped over each other's shoulders, two lads who've never seen snow before in their lives and Jamie who has but the cold worms into him more than it does the others, never mind how Isaac teases him that he should be tougher, northern lad that he is.

There are eyes on him, a tiger watching from the brush. Jamie glances up and it's Roy, eyes dark and hard and searching and it's the first time they've met eyes since he returned, maybe ever. Jamie breaks first. Stares down at the carpet instead — ugly fucking thing, pilly and brown and worn out. They're a Championship League team now; can't afford the good hotels any longer. A year ago he'd've thrown a fit, quit in a huff to somewhere that deserved him like he might have done when Ted became gaffer if he hadn't had City to go back to. Only it turned out Richmond had made him too soft to handle Manchester and all that came with it. He'd made it twelve years with dad hanging over his head and then broke after barely a handful of months, huddled in his bathroom with blood in his teeth, told his agent he'd take whatever as long as it was far away.

The door crashes open and it's Zoreaux, back from raiding the hotel bar 'cause Ted wouldn't let him out no matter how much he insisted it weren't a proper snowstorm and the bartender let him buy by the bottle now half the guests who were supposed to come up had cancelled. Pass it around like they had at the curse fire and Jamie still feels stupid for that, a little, spilling his guts everywhere only to be sent back, but part of him wants to try again, just to test.

He hasn't drunk much since he got back, not much appeal in it after dad's drunken rages and the constant refills of neon-coloured cocktails on Lust Conquers All, but he drinks now, both hands wrapped around the bottle of vodka — not vanilla, the regular kind — when it comes his turn, warmer and warmer from the heat of their palms with each round. Sam's slung half over his shoulders and every few seconds he giggles at nothing and Dani says, "what is it, amigo?" and Sam says, "I don't know!" and it just makes him laugh harder. Jamie shoves playfully at his chest — "Right in my ear, mate? Really?" — and they both overbalance so the window stretches above them, one of those long thin floor-to-ceiling things. Looks up at the snow spiralling through the flat white of the sky and like this he can almost feel the cold bite of it on his face, the melting weight of it on his clothes as the water trickles down over his skin.

"I got lost in a snowstorm, once," he says, dreamily. Someone else is talking but they go silent at his voice and that's got to be on the list of prick shit he's not supposed to do, probably, to keep Ted from booting him off the team again, but he can't shove the words back inside now.

"Oh yeah?" Ted asks. "I didn't know y'all got those over here. Sounds like one heck of an experience, Jamie."

He shrugs against the carpet. "Not really. I was s'posed to drive for my da, right, 'cause his usual guy was being a fucking little bitch about it and didn't want to drive in the snow—" that's how dad had put it on the phone when Jamie got called into the principal's office, said his da was on the phone with a family emergency— "and I'd never even been to the fucking neighbourhood, right, so by the time I went and got the car off his mate and his mate gave me this whole fucking stupid lecture about not crashing or getting caught and shit and found the place it was a proper white-out, and my dad had been hanging around so long with this like, massive fucking TV that someone'd called the cops so I just fucking drove off, right? 'Cept I'd never driven in snow before so we got stuck in a ditch and me da sent me out to..." he blinked, bleary with drink. "Dunno. To find someone to tow us or some shit. But I didn't know where the fuck I was and I couldn't see shit so I just walked around 'til I found the road again, and by then dad had got himself unstuck and left, and the buses weren't running so I had to walk home." It's not really a bad story but his heart's pounding all the same and the room's gone quiet. He scratches harder at the carpet; tries to laugh but it comes out strangled and faint. "Good exercise at least, yeah?"

No one says anything, still. The carpet comes up in tufts; he piles them together like he used to do as a kid picking at grass during a fire drill. It's his turn with the vodka again, handed over by a solemn-faced Dani, and he takes a long pull. The alcohol calms the frantic buzz beneath his skin, leaves him tired and heavy and warm, the silence comforting instead of worrying.

After a while, Ted clears his throat. There's a funny tilt to his smile. "Hey, I love me a silver lining. Thanks for sharing that, Jamie," he says, strained. Maybe the cold's got him sick, or maybe it's just the way the floor's spinning that's making him look funny. Jamie flops onto his back.

"Uh-huh. Sure thing, coach."

"It is very stupid to volunteer your criminal history like that," Jan Maas says.

"'S not a crime to drive the getaway car," Jamie says.

"Pretty sure it is, bruv," Isaac says.

"Huh."

"Don't worry, Jamie Tartt! We will not tell anyone!" Dani says, very loudly or else very close to his ear. There's a general murmur of agreement.

"Thanks, amigo. I won't tell anyone 'bout your crimes, neither," Jamie says. "Not that I'm saying you've done crimes and that. But if you have. Unless it's like, murder, maybe. But if you murdered someone they probably deserve it so also not then." He holds up his fist; Dani bumps it on the second try.

"You cannot break a pact made during a snowstorm," Sam says wisely.

"I still can't believe you guys think this is a real snowstorm," Zoreaux says, and Jamie drifts off to a vivid description of the horrors of Montreal in winter.

He blinks awake to find the lads shuffling back to their rooms and Roy crouched over him with his giant fucking caterpillar eyebrows scrunched. The position can't be any good on his knee but Jamie's trying not to get in fights with the coaches so much this season so he doesn't say anything. Roy doesn't, either. He blows out a sigh like one of those panthers Jamie'd seen at the zoo with mummy way back when he was a kid, mouth working like he's trying to force himself to speak.

"Your dad's a piece of shit," he says. "You don't have to find a silver lining." And then he hauls Jamie to his feet and fucking dusts off the carpet lint with the sleeve of his jacket like Jamie's his seven-year-old niece. "You played fine today. Next time you can be fucking great, but first you need to get the fuck out of your head and be more aggressive."

Jamie breaks into a grin. "Aye aye, coach."

#behold the fruits of my poor time management skills #“it's not a crime to drive the getaway car” comes from my mom's cousin who got arrested for... driving the getaway car #jamie tartt #sam obisanya #dani rojas #ted lasso fanfic #kvetch oc

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sunpuffsstuff · 3 months

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Ok so me and my dad have been spending time together watching Ted Lasso and I can tell you right now. The Brainrot is severe. I love this fucking show so much and I wanna kiss and comfort half of the fricking cast, they all need it.

Someone pls recomend good Ted Lasso character x reader fics pls<3

#tags #fun #idk #mutuals #bored #fanfiction #fanfic #ted lasso #roy kent #jamie tartt #dani rojas #fluff #angst #smut #ted lasso x reader #blegh

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jamtartandsunshine · 2 months

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I really want to finish my untitled Jamie has a nightmare on the team bus fic tomorrow so I'm posting a snippet in hopes of summoning some good writing vibes / good brain thinky thinky vibes from the universe

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He figured he’d be sitting by himself. Surely nobody would want to sit next to the guy that lost them the game so he couldn’t help but glance up when he felt a warm body settle beside him, quickly looking down again when he saw Roy looking at him. All eyebrows and disappointment. Jamie swallowed heavily as a cry rose up in his throat. He hated disappointing any of them, but Roy had sacrificed so much of his own time to train Jamie, to make him better and this is how Jamie repaid him?

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #afc richmond #fanfic #fandom #writing #untitled jamie has a nightmare on the team bus fic #Also probably gonna need to think of a title if I do actually finish it tomorrow #afc richmond team #sam obisanya #jan maas #isaac mcadoo #dani rojas #richard montlaur #moe bumbercatch

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jamietarttsnorthernattitude · 6 months

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Practicing writing comfort and fluff with another chapter of of temperatures & teammates.

For the day 11 of @comfortember prompt: comfort show/movie.

Read on ao3.

#comfortember #comfortember 2023 #ted lasso #jamie tartt #ted lasso fanfic #dani rojas #ao3 #fic: if temperatures & teammates #valiant #Phil Dunster’s terrible taste in movies #comfort #sickfic #recovery

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abubblingcandle · 2 months

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Hide, fight, run

Fight and Run - from Where the Hell is the Karma? Ch5

They battered Orient 5-0 and it would have been more if Roy had played the starters for the full ninety. However their dominance and fearless total football was overwhelming and Roy was able to give the kids a run in the second half. The changing room was bouncing afterwards. The greyhounds probably looked like terrible sports for the amount of celebration that came from beating a League 1 side but Mallory had bossed it in his first start of his professional career and the team had gelled into a cohesive unit. Roy was even considering shifting to a 4-2-3-1 when Jamie came back to utilize both of their controlling midfielders on the pitch at the same time. It would add a fuck ton more bend to their midfield “Hey! Shut up! I’ve got the Tartt report!” Isaac yelled over the din. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Isaac clambered up onto the bench in the middle like it was a podium in the town square to make his announcement. “Jamie says,” Isaac begins then his voice shifts to the worst impression of a Mancunian accent that Roy had ever heard in his life, “hell of a fight boys! Orient ain’t knowing what hit em. If you all can do that then imagine who we will be able to beat when I’m back out there with ya. Tell Mal not to get too comfortable out there, man of the match on his debut and everything! Little shit making me feel old. Don’t celebrate too hard without me alright? Love ya.” The boys were cackling at Isaac’s display and Mallory was beetroot red as Jan ruffled his hair and Colin nudged him on the shoulder.

Hiding - from I am Real and the Pretender

Dani was quick to dart over and wrap Jamie in the most awkward, one sided hug that Roy had ever witnessed in his life and thankfully the nurse arrived before Roy had to interact with the prince prick. He was not above hiding from Jamie if that was what it came to. He was not spending a full afternoon smiling and playing happy families.

#candle writes #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt #roy kent #afc richmond himbos #dani rojas #karma tag #ask box is always open

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everythingisconfetti · 3 months

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Soooooo I may have somehow found the motivation to finish Summit Fever, so to anyone who's still hanging around for my high-altitude lesbians, firstly, thank you, and secondly, chapter eight is up now!

#ellie writes #summit fever #thobm #the haunting of bly manor #damie #dani x jamie #damie fanfic #thobm fanfic

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flyingcoffeemugs2 · 9 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt, Sam Obisanya & Jamie Tartt, Isaac McAdoo & Jamie Tartt, Ted Lasso & Jamie Tartt, Keeley Jones & Jamie Tartt, Dani Rojas & Jamie Tartt Characters: Jamie Tartt, Sam Obisanya, Dani Rojas (Ted Lasso), Isaac McAdoo, Roy Kent, Ted Lasso, Keeley Jones, James Tartt Sr., Georgie | Jamie Tartt's Mother, Dr. Sharon Fieldstone, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso) Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Therapy, Past Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Football, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Personal Growth, Tattoos, Season 2 and onwards, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jamie's return and acceptance into AFC Richmond doesn't happen in the span of a sitcom episode, Jamie Tartt-centric Summary:

“No wonder we cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke: that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self who’s humanity is inseparable from the horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact home”

Jamie Tartt explores his humanity and body autonomy by going through the paces of two steps back and one step forward. There are tattoos, there are dreams, there are mistakes and there are reconciliations. Accountability is a two way street and he'll greet whoever decides to meet him halfway through.

CHAPTER 1 FINALLY DONE!!! GO SHOW ME SOME LOVE THEN COME AND TTALK TO ME!!!

#jamie tartt #sam obisanya #roy kent #dani rojas #isaac mcadoo #jan maas #ted lasso #sharon fieldstone #afc richmond #fanfic #Flesh &/ +meat

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goldenslumbersfanfiction · 4 months

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untethered

📚 Chapter 5 of 9 (12.3k words)

Today has mostly been chores around the house, and not once have you seen Viola. She’s been a constant presence since you returned, harrowing and angry that you pulled yourself farther away from her lake, irritated with you and showing up in every shiny surface you walk past. But today she’s nowhere to be found. Not in the freshly cleaned window panes, or in the pot of water you make your pasta in for lunch. Most of the mirrors have been covered for you by now, anyway; the small one by the front door has been taken down, the large one above your dresser replaced with a painting that was in the hallway, others draped over with sheets like empty bodies. You try to decide if it really makes a difference, seeing her staring back at you, or seeing only the reminder of her in the absence of any reflection at all, instead of sometimes her face, sometimes yours.

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skinnywalker · 1 year

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So 1. My poll is finished and I will be finishing and posting all 23 of my drafts.

2. My new obsession is Ted Lasso so I will be writing for the main characters of Ted Lasso, Trent Crimm, Rebecca Walton, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Sam Obisanya, and Dani Rojas.