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Golden Boy (Dani Rojas | Ted Lasso)
Summary — All Dani wants is your attention.
Warnings & Other Tags
➳ Fluff; co-workers to lovers; some canon-typical cursing (mostly from Roy); feigning excuses to see one’s love; Dani being Dani (a golden retriever); Roy being a frustrated, unintentional wingman; Reader is a physical trainer for AFC Richmond.
Notes
➳ Word Count is 1,735.
➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).
➳ This work has a visual edit!
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“He’s doing it again.”
Ted furrowed his eyebrows. His eyes sharpened beneath his dark sunglasses. Next to him, Roy and Beard had their attention focused on something other than the players on the training pitch. Nate was merely shaking his head. Ted, however, felt his face burst into a cheerful expression when he noticed what he gained their attention.
Across the pitch, Dani Rojas was very slowly going through some drills, weaving between some cones with an occasional limp as he gently kicked a ball. It would be very unlike him to be so subtle during practice, if he didn’t have his preferred audience, that is.
From the sidelines, you were watching him carefully. Your hands rested on your hips while your eyes were unwaveringly set on his left ankle. It was something he had been complaining to you about for a few days.
“That’s the third fucking time this week.”
Roy’s grumbles forced Ted out of his thoughts. He tilted his head and grinned, “Oh, c’mon, Roy! Don’t tell me you never had a crush someone? Dani’s just experiencin’ some classic symptoms of puppy love right now. I say we let this run its course.”
Ted ignored the way Roy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Even from the other side of the training pitch, it was easy to see how well you and Dani got along. Dani was always happy, of course, but whenever you came around, his smile had a tendency of becoming ten times brighter.
But what was good for Dani wasn’t always good for the team, much to Ted’s disappointment. Richmond’s happy-go-lucky striker had gone from Greyhound to Golden Retriever the moment he met you. And the fact that you were one of the team’s physical trainers didn’t help. You practically had Dani at your beck and call without even realizing it.
And Dani was either too shy to start a conversation without having an excuse for doing so prepared or he was genuinely turning into the biggest klutz on the team. After his ‘injuries’ began occurring on an almost daily basis, however, two things became clear.
The first being that, despite his sweet disposition and undeniable good nature, Dani Rojas was a damn good liar when he wanted to be. It had taken everyone weeks to see through his façade.
And you, who seemingly had no clue about Dani’s stunts, had officially become what was potentially the worst type of person in all of sports. The type that every locker room loathed and every coach feared. A distraction.
“Oi! Rojas!”
Ted jumped at the sound of Roy’s sudden angry shout. Despite being on the other side of the training pitch, Dani did as well. While Ted had become lost in his thoughts, Dani had stopped doing his drills altogether. Instead, he had moved to stand mere inches away from you, smiling brightly as he absentmindedly played with the hem of your shirt.
It was something you didn’t even seem to notice, but his teammates, along with Roy, certainly did.
“Get back to fucking practice!”
Ted watched as Dani bid you a quick, quiet farewell. He then scurried onto the pitch to join the rest of his team. If he had a tail, it would certainly be between his legs.
“Sorry, Coach!” he called, face flushing with embarrassment. “Let’s play, mis amigos!”
This was a small victory for Roy. He let out a satisfied grunt, watching with his hawk-like eyes as you quickly made yourself scarce. Ted, meanwhile, couldn’t help but give his fellow coach an exasperated stare. Beard tried to keep a smirk off his face while Nate simply shifted awkwardly.
“Really, Roy?” asked Ted. “Really?”
The man in question scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows with a scowl, “What? He’s back on the pitch, isn’t he? That’s where he’s meant to be! Not off chatting on the sidelines!”
Ted shook his head, quietly muttering, “Seems to me you just don’t want Dani to find true love.”
“Now wait just a fucking minute—!”
“Uh, guys,” said Beard, voice shaking, “hate to interrupt the friendly chat, but I think we’ve got a problem.”
It was then the other coaches realized what he was referring to. On the training pitch, Dani was on the grass, groaning loudly as he clutched his ankle.
“Oh, shit!” exclaimed Roy.
Each of them quickly ran onto the training pitch. Nate quickly grabbed his phone before following, ready to call for help if it ended up being an emergency.
The players had surrounded Dani, trying their best to help him. His face was twisted in pain. He curled into himself and rolled onto his side. Beard kneeled next to him, removing his sunglasses in order to get a clearer view of the situation.
“What’s going on, Rojas?” he asked. “What happened?”
“¡Ayúdame! Coach, please!” exclaimed Dani. “¡Mi tobillo! The right!”
Nate winced, “Do I need to call—?”
“Whistle! Whistle! Hold it!” shouted Roy, eyebrows sinking even deeper into his irritated expression. “I thought it was your left ankle that was fucking you up? Not the right?”
Even Dani himself paused at that. The chaos of the moment dimmed. He could see smirks growing on the faces of some of his teammates while others simply shook their heads and returned to practice.
“That’s it!” grumbled Roy, reaching down and roughly pulling Dani to his feet. “C’mon! We’re settling this shit right now!”
Ted glanced at both Beard and Nate, who each had concern written across their faces. Meanwhile, Roy was practically dragging Dani by the back of his uniform in the direction of the Richmond clubhouse. Ted grimaced at the sight, and muttered, “Why don’t you two stay here and watch the team? I’m gonna try to help ‘em sort this whole thing out.”
Before either of them could so much as blink, Ted had spun around to follow an angry Roy and a shaking Dani. His quick pace led him into the clubhouse. His footsteps echoed loudly as he did his best to catch up to the other two men.
Ted caught up just in time to witness Roy roughly opening the door to your office. It slammed against the wall so hard that Ted wouldn’t be surprised if there was a hole left behind.
You nearly wet yourself at the sudden scare. Your heart pounded within your chest. Adrenaline, along with complete and total confusion, flooded through your body as Roy forced Dani to stand in front of your desk. You hardly even noticed Ted watching the scene from the doorway, anxiously biting his nails.
“You’ve become a fucking problem,” glared Roy.
The disgusted expression that crossed your face nearly made Ted sick. Your lips curled and your eyes narrowed, “And you haven’t? You nearly ripped my door off, dickface!”
Roy paused, seemingly taking in your words as he stared at you. Finally, he grunted, “Look, we just need you to fix him.”
Your eyes followed in the direction he suddenly began pointing. When your gaze met Dani’s brown eyes, Ted and Roy noticed the way your glare softened.
“Dani, I told you this already,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “I think your ankle’s fine. Just wrap it up and elevate it tonight with some ice, you’ll be good for the game—”
“He’s not injured,” interrupted Roy. “The team’s ‘golden boy’ here is a liar—”
“Okay!” exclaimed Ted. The look of displeasure once again blooming within your eyes gave him a reason to finally leap into the conversation. “Now, I don’t think Roy meant that in the way it sounded.”
Your shoulders seemed to lose their tension as he spoke. Instead of glaring at Roy, you gave your full attention to Ted. But honestly, Ted wasn’t sure if that was better or worse in their situation.
“We just think Dani’s got somethin’ to tell you about that ankle of his,” he continued, and then he gestured to the footballer in question. “Ain’t that right, Mr. Rojas?”
Dani, who had been admiring you from his place in front of your desk, froze when the three of you looked at him expectantly. He twiddled his thumbs at the sudden attention, “It is true. I have been lying to you, my friend, but I meant no harm by it. My reasons were innocent! ¡Prometo!”
Dani admired the confused expression that overwhelmed your features. You always looked so wonderful to him, no matter the emotion. He only hoped you wouldn’t be upset with him.
With an encouraging nod from Ted, he continued, “My ankle was never injured. I have been lying in order to, well... I only wanted to spend time with you. But my actions seem to have only brought frustration to my teammates. I am sorry.”
You tilted your head with a small smile when his voice trailed off. Leaning back in your chair, you chuckled, “Dani, you’re so sweet... but I already knew you were faking.”
“You did?!”
You blinked in surprise at the sound of all three men shouting in unison. They stared back at you in shock, though Roy in particular seemed to be feeling some irritation as well. You tried not to grin as Ted ripped off his sunglasses, eyes wide with disbelief. And the way Dani tightly gripped the edge of your desk, leaning forward with a dropped jaw, was also quite amusing.
“Uh, yeah! You footballers aren’t exactly what I would call subtle when it comes to flirting,” you shrugged, shaking your head at them. “Plus, Colin told me about it weeks ago when he came in for me to look at his shoulder. I’ve basically just been waiting for you to gather up enough courage to ask me out, but it seems like I’m gonna have to take the first step. So, Dani, why don’t you pick me up at seven?”
Ted had never seen someone look so happy. Dani smiled so excitedly, Ted thought he might put the sun out of business.
“Yes, yes!” exclaimed Dani, back to his usual enthusiastic attitude. “A million times yes! I will see you tonight! Oh, I cannot wait to tell mis amigos! Let’s go, coaches!”
He whooped and cheered loudly as he quickly left your office. Ted and Roy watched him leave. While Ted sported a wide, happy grin, Roy looked on in bewilderment. After a moment, however, he turned to you with yet another glare.
“You couldn’t have fucking done that sooner?!”
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When Worlds Collide (it is Wonderful)- Dani Rojas
pairings: dani rojas x reader, the richmond team
warnings: nervous reader, language
about: request! dani introducing you to the team
Dani is ecstatic. He’s been ecstatic for three days and pre-ecstatic for two, grinning at you brazenly when he remembers today.
You… aren’t, so much.
You should’ve told him, you think as he leads you inside the Richmond building, chattering away excitedly about each member of the team. He mentions how nice Sam is and you’re reminded of how much he loves them. You stop abruptly, Dani tugging on your arm when he fails to notice.
He turns back to you and cocks his head in the sweet puppy way he does, saying your name in question. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m nervous,” you blurt.
“I thought you were excited?” he asks, stepping closer. You stare up at him worriedly and squeeze his hand.
“I was. I am. I want to meet them, they’re important to you, but that’s why I’m so nervous, too.” Your eyes round in concern. “What if they hate me? They’re a big part of your life and if they hate me, I—”
“Why would they hate you?” he wonders incredulously. “Mi amor, I do not think anyone could hate you.”
“But what if they do?” you insist. “What if I’m actually awful and I’ve trapped you with my siren song without even knowing?” you whimper.
“No,” Dani murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. You melt on contact, the unbelievable heat of him immensely comforting. “You do not have a siren song. And if you do, then I do not mind. They will love you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. I talk about you all the time and I love you. If they are not at least a little in love with you already, I will be surprised.” Dani smiles at your stilted laugh. “They told me they were excited to meet you.”
“I don’t want to disappoint them. Or you.”
Dani pulls away to make sure you’re looking him in the eyes. “You could not. Even if you tried really, really hard.”
Your face crumples.
Dani panics. “Did I say something?”
“Yes,” you cry, pulling him back to you. You raise a hand up to your eyes and wipe away your fear. Taking a deep breath, you nod. “I’m ready,” you tell him, standing up straight and squaring your shoulders.
“Wonderful,” he says pleasantly, picking right back up where he left off. “Coach Roy screams a lot, but he is very kind. He has a niece named Phoebe who he brought one day and gave us all friendship bracelets.” His own drags against the hand he holds, a bubblegum bead at the end of thick string bouncing on your wrist. “Jamie, of course, is my best friend.”
You laugh. “I can’t wait to meet them all.”
“I cannot wait either,” he says, very nearly bouncing on his heels. “This is like two of my favorite worlds colliding into one big, even more wonderful world.”
You chortle, squeezing his hand.
“All the coaches are there. Coach Lasso was very excited about meeting you. I think he got cupcakes.”
“Really?” you ask.
“I talk about you a lot.”
Another squeeze, desperate to send a loving spark up his arm. You think it reaches when he squeezes back.
You both pause outside the door, staring at the doorknob. Dani buzzes in your hand, but he glances up at you, soft eyes wonderful and kind. “Do not worry, okay? Javier is much tougher than them and he liked you a lot.”
You nod. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”
When Dani pushes the door open, you are not prepared for the silence. You expect what you think is common of a locker room—loud guy noises, strewn exhausted footballers. Instead, you find all the thirty-something footballers standing straight in a very organized line, the coaches standing in front of what you assume is the office. One holds a small, pink box in his hands, a carton of cupcakes against his hip.
“Hello,” you say awkwardly, glancing at each face that stares back at you.
“Dani!” One bellows happily. “We were waitin’ for ya, bruv.”
“Yeah,” another chimes, “we was standin’ here for, like, five minutes.”
“Good impressions,” one at the far end chimes in.
Dani is glowing, agreeing with everything they’re saying. “This is my amor,” he says proudly, presenting you to the team. They stare for a second before the room erupts in elated noise, men coming up to you to tell you varying introductions. You catch some names and recognize some faces, trying your best to keep up with each person.
“Oi!” Someone yells, the team quieting and parting for the source of the voice. Low, bushy brows atop a dark beard introduce you to Roy. “Will we show some fucking manners?” He smiles at you a little gruffly and offers you a hand, the blue tail of a bracelet matching Dani’s swinging lightly against your wrist. “I’m Roy.”
“I’ve heard,” you reply, accepting. His handshake is as firm as you’d expect.
“So’ve we,” he tells you.
“Hi there,” Treats Man says, peeking over Roy’s shoulder with a friendly wave. “I’m Ted. That’s Coach Beard over there.” He gestures to a man off to the side, arms crossed across his chest. He offers you a nod. “We hear you’re with our little ray of sunshine, huh?”
You’re inclined to agree. “I’ve heard a lot. About everyone. I didn’t expect such a… big hello. Dani said I’d just come by after practice and put some voices to faces.”
“Nah. We showered and everythin’,” a player says proudly. “Isaac said we should.”
The man who had first spoken ducked his chin in agreement.
“Thank you,” you laugh.
“Are you impressed?” a man with short hair asks.
“Definitely.”
They all cheer, must to Roy’s dismay.
Dani takes this as a cue to start speaking, pointing players out and telling you their names. Sam smiles at you warmly and gives you a hug. Jamie nods at you, Colin tells you about one of the things Dani’d said about you, Moe kisses your hand, and Zoreaux says Dani hadn’t done you justice. Even Rebecca Welton comes down to meet you, offering free box seats for the next game.
You become very well aware that the team may already know you better than you had thought. Dani seems pleased about this fact. You can’t find it in yourself to be upset.
At the end of the meet, you realize every member of the team wears a colorful bracelet. You kind of can’t wait to get yours.
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I have a request!!! I need more Dani fics and if no one else is asking for them then I will be the one to ask everyone 💕 could you maybe write a Dani fic using the Tulip prompt from the flower list? (I think its cute for him, and! tulip!! for!! dani!!)
tulip for sunshine in human form, coming right up!
tulip: an act of affection so blatant everyone notices, dani rojas x reader, 1.1k
You didn’t often find yourself at Nelson Road. You went to Richmond matches and knew Dani's friends, of course, but for the most part you kept your respective work lives pretty separate. Your relationship wasn’t a secret by any means, but the two of you enjoyed having a rather private life together.
Dani had left for early morning training before you’d even woken up, but when you did you saw that he’d left his phone behind on the kitchen counter. Oddly enough, it was sitting right next to a muffin you recognized as being from your favorite bakery down the road and a note in his looping scrawl saying that he hoped you’d enjoy the pastry.
That was typical Dani, never forgetting to make you feel loved but in doing so forgetting something important to him.
After polishing off the delicious treat, you decided that you were going to return the surprise by bringing his phone down to the training facility. He’d surely be able to survive a day without it, but the muffin had you feeling sentimental.
Now you were here, making your way down the corridor towards the locker room to find Dani.
“Oh my god. Oh my god, you’re here!” Keeley’s unmistakable voice rang out from a little ways away and you turned to see her hurrying full speed at you in dangerously high heeled boots, grinning profusely the whole way. For such a small woman, she nearly bowled you over with the force of her hug.
“Hi Keeley!” You chuckled, returning her embrace with as much enthusiasm as you could muster. Out of everyone at Richmond, Keeley was the one you were closest with. Besides Dani, of course.
“Hold on. What are you doing here? Is the world as we know it ending—god, is someone dead?” She gasped, eyes widening.
You rolled your eyes playfully, “That’s rather dramatic, don’t you think? Everything’s fine, Dani just forgot his phone at home.”
“Oh, he is gonna be so excited to see you, babe!” She squealed, giving you another quick squeeze. “Right, well I have a brand meeting to get to, but text me later, yeah? We need to get dinner soon!”
You barely had time to say yes before she was running off. Ever the energizer bunny, Keeley was.
Loud laughter poured out of the locker room at the other end, letting you know the lads were in there even before you rounded the corner.
Jamie was sitting right opposite the open door so he saw you first, winking at you in his usual playful manner before speaking loudly. “Well, well, well—look what the cat dragged in!”
Dani lit up the second he heard your name echo through the rest of the team, abandoning doing up the laces on his boots in favor of beelining straight for you. “Mi amor! What are you doing here?”
“Figured you might need this.” You procured his phone from your bag, holding it up with a small smile at his excitement.
He beamed pure sunshine at you, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around in a bone crushing hug. It seemed a little too eager for such a small action, even for Dani, but you were pleasantly surprised. Paired with the content sigh he let out, he’d even garnered the attention of the coaches too.
Nate waved at you on his way out of the office, Beard just nodded, and Roy grunted his greeting, but Ted grinned, looking ecstatic.
“Y/N! To what do we owe this fine pleasure?” He drawled, propping his hands on his hips. He gasped before you could answer. “Wait no, don’t tell me! You won the lottery? You went to see a fortune teller and they told you to come here for some cosmic unknown reason? Oh! You found out your visa was about to expire and came to ask one of us to be in a fake marriage with you so you wouldn’t be sent away?”
“I think that last one’s the plot to The Proposal, actually.” Nate chimed in, looking equal parts amused and concerned.
“Brilliant movie though.” Roy said gruffly, drawing murmurs of approval from the room.
“I came to bring Dani his phone,” You chuckled, finally able to pass off the phone to him now that he’d set you down on your feet.
“Isn’t she the nicest, most perfect girlfriend in the whole world?” Dani exclaimed, squeezing you around the waist again. He was still beaming ear to ear, an infectious sort of excitement that had always been one of things you loved most about him. You took the chance to press a quick kiss to his cheek.
“She is quite the catch, Dani.” Ted agreed, smiling good-naturedly.
You ducked your head bashfully, leaning into Dani’s side to hide your warm cheeks. “I should go. Let you boys get back to training.”
“Coach, can I walk her to her car?” Dani asked hopefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Would be a real shame if you didn’t, son. We’ll be on the pitch when you’re all finished up.” He replied. He turned to you right after, giving you a nod. “And you, don’t be a stranger around these parts! It’s nice to see a new face every once in a while.”
After assuring Ted you'd be back sometime soon, Dani threaded his fingers through yours, giving you a grand tour of the facility (and happily introducing you to every person you passed, no less) on your way back out to the car park.
“Thank you for coming!” He was still smiling brightly at you, so big that his eyes crinkled at the corners.
“You don’t have to thank me all the time, love. It was nothing, I wanted to visit you.” You insisted, sliding a hand around the back of Dani’s neck. You weren’t expecting his expression to fall, and when it did you were quick to cup his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“I want to thank you. I appreciate you coming all the way down here for me, and I want to show it.”
You hadn’t thought of it that way before. It was Dani’s way of saying I love you, even though he said that plenty too. His love language wasn’t limited to just one, you realized too. Any way he could show you how he felt about you, how much he appreciated you, he did.
That was just who Dani Rojas was—happy and sweet and caring and a million other things you had yet to learn about him. You were excited to find out.
You kissed him soft and sweet, threading your fingers through his hair to bring him closer to you still. Thank you. I love you too.
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Hey i was wondering if requests were open? If they are could you please write some Dani Rojas (from Ted lasso) dating headcanons? I love this boy so much and I can’t find anything! Ily so much! Keep up the good work!
requests are open, you’re welcome to request anything from here, please check here if it’s someone i’m writing for or not, thank you very much :)
dating headcanons - dr14
pairing: dani rojas
summary: it’s dating headcanons
warnings: none
note: dani is just a sweet boy
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dani is someone that’s just very loving; his love language is definitely touch. he is always touching you in some way, holding your hand, his hand on your thigh
that’s the other thing, he can be very possessive, he knows what’s his and if he’s jealous, you’re definitely in for something
but you know that dani will always be your sweet boy, he would never do anything that would hurt or upset you
his innocent or unknowing front dropping when something happens to you, you’re hurt? he’s dropping everything just to be there for you
but he’s also a joker, always telling you jokes to make you laugh, they’re not always funny, but if he tells them, you laugh just because he is telling them in a funny way
dani never forgets where he comes from, méxico is his forever home and he misses his family very much, you try to make him feel more at home in london, which he appreciates dearly, but it’s just not méxico
he once took you with him to méxico, that’s when he was playing for the national team, he was a different person at home, a cool persona you’ve never seen on him, but you liked it
dani is a gift giver, always bringing you stuff home, the one time they played against amsterdam, he brought you 120 tulips, no idea how they got transported home
or when his mother sends him a package from méxico, he always makes sure she puts something for you
he’s not only a gift giver with material things, he also gifts you tons of love and affection, if you’re in the room, you’re the only thing he sees, the team doesn’t allow you to come to matches anymore, afraid of dani spotting you and loosing attention
jamie is your best friend on the team, you two always gossiping about dani, it was so much fun to have a great relationship with his team and he was happy you were feeling so at home with his second family
dani, how can you say, is a little dump sometimes, forgetting stuff or not even knowing in the first place, but he would never forget your anniversary or your birthday. those two things were marked very important in his calendar
he’s always celebrating his goals, he even started to make a sweet gesture towards the camera, because he knows you’re watching from home. it’s either a heart or he blows you a kiss and you know it’s only meant for you
dani is the sweetest boy on earth and you try to treasure him as much as you can
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Okay so Idk if you’re still taking Dani Rojas suggestions, but imagine going on a picnic date with him and being the absolute golden retriever puppy that he is, is just so excited that he plans the entire date!
Dani Rojas x GN!Reader - Picnic Date Headcanons
Summary: Headcanons for beloved Dani Rojas planning and taking the reader on a sweet picnic date.
Warnings: Alcohol mentions and very minimal consumption (no picnic date is complete without it!).
A/N: Went with HC’s for this, thank you for requesting, enjoy!
I think we can all agree that Dani would definitely be a bit of a hopeless romantic in a relationship.
So, picnic dates on a sunny day are his absolute favourite.
He’s insistent on bringing all the food because he wants to treat you as much as possible.
When you ask if you can bring some cupcakes and champagne, he’s telling you that he’s already picked them up.
You admit defeat eventually. Dani is too committed to the date being completely perfect.
He definitely packs too much food.
He makes the mistake of going to Costco and getting huge trays of things, and then rather than taking some out and saving some for later, he just brings it all.
You agree to meet at Hyde Park.
I imagine it’s literally all he’d talk about all week to everyone.
Like, constantly asking you if you’re excited, telling you that he’s excited.
He even asks Ted if he thinks he has enough food, and Ted just nods with a slight look of horror as Dani shows him a picture of a trolley with enough food to feed a family for a week.
The day comes around, and you get the tube in.
You were meant to meet Dani at the station, but he’d messaged saying that he had to get a taxi because he had ‘overpacked’.
You were a bit scared to see what on earth that meant.
Dani was already there when you arrived, sat cross-legged on the grass and looking around like a lost puppy.
“Dani,” you called, his head turning to you.
His eyes lit up, beautiful grin spreading as he pushed himself off the ground and embraced you in a hug.
“Mi amor,” greeted Dani, pecking your cheek. You noted how he was practically vibrating with excitement as he ushered you to the red plaid blanket he’d spread across the grass.
As you settled, Dani pulled over, much to your surprise, a large grey suitcase.
You watched in amazement as he opened it, pulling out large plastic containers of various foods and putting them down in between you.
“Is… Is there anyone else coming?” you asked, because surely you had to be hosting a get together to have this much food.
Dani looked baffled at the question. “To our picnic date? No!”
You laughed, cupping his cheek and smiling. “You’re too sweet.”
Dani beamed at you and then went back to sorting the food.
When it was laid out, he grabbed a smaller carry-on size case from behind him, unzipping it to reveal an array of blankets and pillows, some plates and glasses nestled between them.
“Do you want another blanket, mi amor? I packed every single one I could find.”
“I’m good, thank you,” you grinned. Your brows furrowed when you noticed Dani was still sat against the grass. “Don’t you want one?”
“No, I like to connect with nature,” said Dani simply. You chose not to question him.
Minutes later, your glasses were filled halfway with champagne and your plates were piled with delicious food.
Dani had moved to sit next to you, an arm looped around your waist and your head resting back against his shoulder as he talked about training in between bites.
I can picture him trying to recreate that scene from HSM 2 where they throw strawberries into each other’s mouths.
He misses every time. It’s a good thing he plays football and not a sport that relies on aiming by throwing.
You just have the sweetest afternoon, snacking and talking about everything in between sweet kisses and gazing at clouds.
Dani always throws a bit of food to any bird that comes near you even if you tell him to stop so you don’t attract a flock.
He is too giving!
When afternoon starts turning to evening and it starts getting chilly, Dani wraps you in one of the fleece blankets he brought and then begins packing up the food.
You watch adoringly as he gives a tray of cupcakes to a family sat nearby, Dani grinning as the young kids reach for them straight away.
Dani packs everything up and then you’re ready to go, the carry-on slotted on top of the large case for Dani to drag because God forbid he let you carry anything.
Just as you go to leave, it starts to trickle with rain, and within seconds, courtesy of the Great British weather, it is absolutely pouring down.
Anyone sane would make a run for it, but you and Dani especially are far from it.
“This is perfect!” exclaims Dani, letting go of the handle as you toss your blanket aside. “It is like a scene from a movie!”
You’re both laughing gleefully as you embrace each other, Dani’s arms wrapped securely around your waist as he spins you.
You don’t care that the rain is making you near freezing, nor does Dani. You’ll worry about that when the moments over.
Dani hadn’t planned for rain, but he was grateful that it came down regardless. He couldn’t think of a better way to end the date than dancing in the rain with you.
#dani rojas#dani rojas x reader#dani rojas headcanons#dani rojas imagine#dani rojas x y/n#dani rojas fanfic#ted lasso#ted lasso x reader#ted lasso headcanons
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Ted Lasso: Two Aces
#ted lasso#tedlassoedit#ted lasso by episode#jamie tartt#dani rojas#sam obisanya#keeley jones#roy kent#roy x keeley#roykeeley#afc richmond#isaac mcadoo#colin hughes#richard montlaur#roy x jamie#royjamie#(tagging them because i'm so emo about them being the only two to understand or misunderstand the assignment)#*#whatever you do do not imagine jamie coming in early before anyone else clearing out his locker hanging up his jersey and leaving#and yeah yeah i know there's probably not canon basis to the jersey thing since it's the kit man's job#but he probably had to get stuff from his locker right#that wouldn't be a we'll just mail it to you policy i don't think#anyway#the image of jamie alone in the locker room looking around one last time made me very very sad#as did roy's face in the blankie gif brett you did not have to come for my heart like that#it was just a very sad episode for my boys RIP
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reputation // gorgeous
chapter summary: The one where the boys drag you off to a benefit to have a great time. Unfortunately, nothing ever goes the way we plan.
Eventual Jamie Tartt x Reader
word count: 3.2k
author's note: guess who's back and better than ever? not me but hopefully this chapter. is struggled with the title and content as you can tell, but hopefully we'll have a new chapter out each week...hopefully....
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Being at Nelson Road stadium was strange. Well, you’ve been here before, but that was nearly two years ago right when you started dating Derek. He essentially banned you from ever seeing Richmond and Colin play as he was a part of West Ham. Any effort to defy his demands disguised as wishes were met with arguments and sometimes, bruises. Right. The purple marks on your wrist. Until now, they were hidden by the sleeves of your bodysuit. And as you looked in the bathroom mirror, wearing an extra pair of A.F.C Richmond sweats and your tank top, the bruises really stood out.
Just shake it off, hide it
You searched through your bag for hopefully an extra tube of concealer but came up short.
Shit
Taking a deep breath, you make your way towards the changing room. Before entering, you cross your arms, shoving your wrist between your arm and left side in an attempt to hide the marks. The player you recognized as Dani held the door open for you, letting you know Colin was being checked out by a physio. Deciding to wait for Colin there, you head into their sacred ground. The empty room was comforting, there was no one to hide anything from. You set your stuff down on an empty bench before sitting down, letting out a sigh. You hold your bruised wrist gently, not hearing the soft footsteps approaching from the coach's office.
“You alright there love?”
You stand quickly and hide your hands behind your back. The swift movement caused your bag to fall to the ground, some of your belongings scattering out.
“Shit, sorry.”
The two of you clean the mess up before standing again. You try your hardest to not use your bruised hand and to your luck, he hasn’t noticed.
“Didn’t mean to scare you, just saw you staring off into space.”
You smile up at him.
“I’m Jamie.”
“(Y/N).”
And for a second, you forgot about your bruised wrist. So when Jamie offered his hand, you shook it. He caught your wince and went to apologize if he had squeezed too tightly (he hadn’t) when he noticed the blooming violet. You were about to pull your hand away when Jamie carefully took your hand in his and studied it. He takes a quick glance at your face before looking back down at your hand.
“Who did this to you?”
“Oh I just fell-”
“You don’t get these kinds of bruises by falling. Who did this?”
You pull your hand out of Jamie’s and retract into yourself, not wanting to admit the wrongdoings you allowed to happen to you. Jamie, starting to put two and two together in his head, asked one more time.
“Darling, did he do this to you?”
With the way you slightly froze, Jamie felt his heart break a little for the girl he barely knew. You sit back down, pulling your knees up and resting your chin atop them. Jamie sighs, taking a seat right next to you. There’s a faraway look in your eye and it stays silent for a few minutes. He twiddles his thumbs and hunches forward.
“It’s not your fault.”
You spare a look out of the corner of your eye.
“It feels like it is, but it isn’t. You try your best, even when your brain keeps shitting on you over and over again.”
He tries to hide it, but you see him wipe what you assume to be a stray tear from his face. He stands up and holds his hand out to you.
“You just gotta get up and tell yourself you’re better than them. And looking where we’re standing right now, I think we’re doing alright.”
You laugh, carefully wiping at your own eyes, and allow him to pull you to your feet. The moment is cut short as both of you hear Colin making his way down the hall. You look at Jamie in panic before scrambling to look for a sweater or long-sleeve of any kind.
“He can’t know. Colin can’t know.”
“Darling, I think you need to take a breath.”
You grab Jamie’s arms and shake him slightly, repeating yourself. As Colin wishes whoever he was walking with a good night, Jamie hurriedly unzipped his jacket and handed it to you. Colin enters the room surprised to see you and Jamie alone, more so about you shrugging on a Richmond sweater that wasn’t his. His curiosity is cut short as you grab your bag and fuss over his well-being once again. Jamie turns to gather his own belongings but before he can, you wrap your arms around him whispering a soft thank you. He stutters out a response and watches you help Colin avoid stepping too hard on his wrapped ankle. In the hallway, Colin asks about what he walked into. All you respond with?
“Nothing just got an idea is all.”
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Writing lyrics to a song is a beauty within itself, but imagining the life behind it was nothing short of magical. It was the one thing you had control over when you were with Derek. Creating these worlds and characters, big and small, was what you lived for. Your small audience from back then were in love with your ideas and the way you thought. The music videos you directed for “cardigan” and “willow” were loved and cherished by your fans. And now, it was time for something more.
So here you were pacing around Colin’s flat, humming a tune and muttering words to yourself. You huff and fall back onto the couch. You hear footsteps and the front door open. You peer over the couch to see some of the team file in dressed to the nines for a benefit happening in a few hours. Laying back onto the couch, you cover your face with your hands with a groan, writer's block settling in. You hear someone ask if you’re coming with them.
“Am I going where?”
“The benefit I was telling you about earlier? Before you started to pace like a mad woman thinking she was going to be caught for murder.”
“Ha ha, very funny Colin. No, I’m not going.”
The Richmond players groan and protest your statement. You argue about not being invited to which they respond that you could be Colin’s plus one. You say you have nothing to wear and not a second later one of them is calling Keeley up to bring some outfits. You stutter, trying to say how nearly impossible it would be to find a dress and shoes that would fit you and your taste. Colin takes the phone and gives Keeley notes on what to bring. You stare at the boys in disbelief as they stand proud of themselves.
“Unbelievable you lot are.”
When Keeley arrives, she drags you to the spare room you’re staying in and lays out the dresses she brought. As you push through trying on the outfits she brought, you both can see none of them fit your personality.
“Thanks for trying Keeley, but I don’t think any of these are going to work.”
“I was afraid that might happen. I have one last thing. You up for it?”
You answer with a “Why not”. At least Colin would know you tried. However, Keeley has different plans as she practically bounces back into the room with another dress bag. She excitedly hands it over to you and leaves the room. Opening the bag, you gasp at the garment and before you know it Keeley is squealing over you and brushing makeup onto your face and styling your hair. Upon looking in the mirror, you shower Keeley with compliments on the finished look but question if your outfit choice is appropriate to wear to a benefit meant to raise money for children’s hospitals. All you get from her is a “Don’t worry love, they eat this shit up. Just own it”.
Slipping on the black heels she left for you, you head back to the living room. The clicking of your heels quiets the conversation, but as soon as you step back into the living room you are met with stunned stares and slackened jaws.
“I fuckin knew it! God I love you and your legs.” Keeley goes on to rapidly explain that she absolutely could not picture you in any of the dresses she was looking through. You had to hand it to her though, because if there was anything to say about Keeley Jones, it was that she had taste and a magnificent understanding of everyone else’s. She had found this body suit with a bejeweled chainlink skirt. The jewels glittered in the light, your eyeshadow sparkling in the same color.
“Doesn’t she look fantastic?”
At Keeley’s question, the boys had straightened up and gave respectful compliments to deter from their previous stares. The only thing left to do was get into the limo and leave. Anxiety built on the way there. Sure you had done events such as these before, but you weren’t in the spotlight or hot water as much as you are now. You wouldn’t walk the red carpet for pictures half the time due to Derek’s insistence on “getting good photos for my portfolio”, whatever that meant. Reality hit as the car slowed to a stop. You hear shouts and orders as the boys slowly file out. Colin had a beaming smile, ready to spend the night partying with his lads but it slightly faded as he saw your panicked face. He slid his way along the seats until he sat right next to you.
“The last time I was at one of these, I was told I couldn’t be on the red carpet. Only people that mattered.”
Colin grimaced at the statement. “Well, I seem to remember a bunch of girls screaming and singing near the pitch for you. Crying even. You matter to a lot of people and if anyone tries to tell you any different, you have a team of Greyhounds ready to attack anyone who does.”
You let out a small laugh, not even bothering to correct Colin’s mistake about the dog breed. He held out his hand for you to help you out of the car. As soon as you stood up, you heard cheers from fans and shouting from photographers. Many asked for pictures of Colin and the both of you together until you neared where the rest of the Greyhounds waited for a group photo. Colin, having the beautiful face he has, is called back for more.
You hear a small voice call out a courtesy title followed by your last name. You turn to find a younger woman no older than twenty in the crowd of older men and women. You see the camera in her hands and step closer to her.
“What can I do for you sweetheart?”
“I’m sorry to bother you, but would you mind if I got a few photos of you? I haven’t...been able to get any.”
You look around and see how the other photographers push each other for a better view at the barrier. You smile at her before asking if she needs anything specific.
“Just be you!” You laugh at the statement and hear the camera shutter. As you pose and smile for her, you notice other photographers starting to notice her bright idea of photographing you. They start to clamber and gather, the lovely girl starting to get squished. You shout at them and instead of gaining their attention, you get Colin’s and the rest of the team. They start to gather around you, confused but ready to defend you. You steady the younger woman, both hands holding onto her arms. The sounds of camera firing fill the air as you reassure her, but you can still see uncertainty and panic in her eyes.
“Colin?” With one glance, he understands what you’re asking. Security opens the barrier to allow your photography acquaintance through.
“Let’s get you those pictures, yeah?”
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And that’s how you find yourself sitting at a table three drinks deep with Colin, Will, and Dani. The three started to worship your kindness for the “smaller” people in a crowd and decided to immediately drink in celebration, and whatever they brought back to you was strong. Giggles emanated from your table as you all laughed at each other's stupid jokes.
“You used to make fun of my accent all the time! I bet you still do!”
“Did not Colin, you liar!” The three boys started chanting your name in an effort to get you to mock an accent. You rolled your eyes but stopped as they landed on Jamie Tartt. A waiter came by and dropped off the shots Dani had ordered for the four of you. You take it, shaking off the taste before imitating a Mancunian accent, a rather dramatic one at that.
“I’m the island's top scor-er, sexually. I’m not just a los-er, I’m the los-er.”
They lost their shit.
“Nah, no I’m just playing a game. Do you know what I mean, find the fittest girl there ‘ave sex in the toilet and ask ‘er to marry ‘er. Strat-e-gy.”
Will falls on the floor, Colin and Dani silently laugh and wheeze, and you snort at their reactions.
“What the fuck is going on ‘ere?”
The four of you look to see Jamie standing in confusion with a drink in his hand. You see the boy's eyes fall on you. With a straight face, you say, “It’s just poopeh.”
A chain reaction of laughing sets off, Jamie still standing in confusion. You open your eyes as you sense someone next to you. Jamie pulled up a chair between you and Colin. The air feels different, more electric now as he sits next to you. He takes a sip of what you assume to be whiskey on ice before pausing.
“Hold on, were you all makin fun of meh?”
Your three companions immediately point at you like schoolchildren. You try to sputter an excuse but Jamie turns to you with an offended look on his face. Your voice dies down as your eyes meet. You don’t know if it’s the lighting, your inebriated state, or just Jamie, but god was he gorgeous. You sheepishly smile at him and he returns it with one of his own. Your little moment is interrupted as a waitress stops by the table to ask if you needed anything else, but upon doing so, she spots Jamie. She flirts with him shamelessly much to your discontent. Setting your arm on the table, you turn to Will who was already staring at you with a strange look on his face. You want to question why he’s still on the floor, but a hand touching yours makes your body still.
“You want anything darlin?”
You honestly don’t know what came over you ever since Jamie decided to sit down right next to you. You’re able to mutter out an answer but notice the waitress looking at you with squinty eyes and a frown. Glancing back at Will, you take note of the way he stares off into space. Waving your hand in front of his face, he gives you a lazy smile. You hold your hands out to pull him up. However, Will decided to jump up too fast and ended up falling into your lap. You catch him before he can fall over which ends up with him sitting in your lap. Your snickers capture the attention of the other boys.
“What in the fuck are you two doing?”
You cover Will’s ears, “Don’t use crude language in front of my son.” It’s all fun and games as Will wraps his arms around your neck to stabilize himself and keep the joke going. But it’s never a party until something goes wrong.
“I never pictured you being a cougar, but you know what they say.”
Derek and Jasmine stand before the table. Jasmine seems uncomfortable as she presses herself into Derek’s side, but she moves to do nothing. The music hides any loud comments from the other tables, but the boys hear every word.
“No, I don’t know what they say, Derek.”
“Ouch, feisty. Had a little too much to drink there didn’t you?” The sarcasm in his tone is evident, but you’re not letting this go, not with the confidence you have with the alcohol in your system. Derek is faster though, he always was. He claps a hand on Will’s shoulder before speaking.
“Don’t waste your time with this one, she doesn't put out much.” He winks before pulling Jasmine away.
You visibly deflate, your good mood ruined. Colin attempts to follow him but is pulled down by Dani and Jamie. You excuse yourself from the table, a hand held to your face to stop any tears from falling. Will sinks into the chair you were sitting in watching you walk as quickly as you could while intoxicated in heels. As soon as Colin is free from the hands holding him back, he follows you.
Breathing in the fresh air, you fan your face to make the tears disappear but a few escape your eyes. The red carpet has long vanished, barriers lined up against the wall, but a lone bench calls out to you. It’s silent, no cars or people are on the street. You could care less as you sit on the bench. The door swings open and an out of breath Colin sits right next to you.
“I forgot how fuckin fast you are when drunk.”
A watery smile finds its way to your face and a concerned look from Colin is all it takes for the tears to start streaming down your face.
“I tried so hard Colin. So hard. And I still get shit on. No matter how many songs I write to get rid of these feelings, to try and connect with people who feel the exact same, but it still hurts. Why does it hurt?”
The way your face falls breaks Colin’s heart. He holds you as you sob in his arms. It tugs at his heartstrings at how torn apart and shattered you were. However, he brews with anger at what you said and he thinks about the music you’ve written. Not your recent halftime show, but the two sister albums you put out some time ago. Some made sense in your fictional love triangle story you had meticulously created, they were beautiful while others were sad and tragic. The thought of you hoping for the love you gave in return and never receiving it? It made a few tears fall down his face.
“Oh love. I wish you had come and talked to me.”You whisper out an “I couldn’t” and a “He wouldn’t let me”. And oh how that angers Colin. You slowly wear yourself out, falling asleep in his warm embrace. The words float in Colin’s head. He starts to understand a little more about the relationship you had with Derek and why he felt so cautious about it. And he knows he needs to ask about it when you wake up.
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They find out you're related to Ted Headcanon
No gender specified for reader, but I imagine them young, mid to late 20's
A/N: This was the first Ted Lasso thing I had written this weekend and didn't think it'd be good to post but then I remembered that I enjoyed it and here we are :)
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Roy: he wouldn't comment on it (in front of you) but you know he's not the biggest fan of that information, he's just happy to know you're not nearly as sunshiney as him
Jamie: he would absolutely freak out and be extremely nervous around Ted for a while until you tell him to stop it and buck up (or no more fun time… you were lying but he doesn't need to know that)
Keeley: she'd love it and would tell basically tell everyone she knew at work (if they already knew, she wouldn't care) she'd constantly ask Ted for more information about you
Rebecca: she'd think you're joking and then ask you to repeat yourself when she sees that you're serious (she'd never admit it, but she teared up a bit when you told her) but she loves the two of you… now
Coach Beard: He's known you since childhood and likes that he can still learn something knew about you (take this anyway you want people 😉) he knows how happy Ted is about the two of you
(Before he went rogue aka became a dick) Nathan: he'd be surprised, he knew you and Ted were close but he could never quite put his finger on it and feels a little bad when he spills the beans about Ted's panic attack
Higgins: Just like Rebecca he thought you were joking but absolutely came to terms with that fact that you are related to Ted (you two are work besties and get all the good gossip) your his favorite out of everyone at the office
Will: He's over the moon, you're his favorite person other than Ted and Beard, of course. Knowing this little bit of information makes him love talking with you so much more
Trent: Not as surprised as the others but knowing this still rattles his bones, a little part of him wanted to write a story about "if family working together is a good idea or not" but didn't (because he got to know you)
Danny: He'd be the most excited out of everyone to know that you're related to one of his coaches (Ted gave him a chance to do what he loves) makes him love you more
Isaac: Wouldn't believe it, not even when Ted shows him pictures of you two when you were younger spending Christmas together and celebrating birthdays (he'd be investigating hard for any signs of photoshop)
Sam: Like Danny, he'd be excited to know you and Ted are related. You're cute and confusing comments or phrases make a lot more sense now that he knows (and if you're as sunshiney as Ted, even better)
Colin: Not gonna lie, he'd be a little frightened because if he messes up some way, somehow. You can tell Ted but then you comfort him and he's a little more relaxed
Jan: He'd have conflicted feelings because now that he knows you share the same blood as one of his coaches. How is he supposed to act? What if he says the wrong thing and he's kicked off the team? But then he'd remember you grew up with Ted and are as sweet as can be. He wouldn’t be as blunt as he is for a while
#ted lasso#ted lasso headcanon#roy kent#jamie tartt#keeley jones#coach beard#rebecca welton#dani rojas#sam obisanya#trent crimm#jan maas#nathan shelley#leslie higgins#colin hughes#will kitman#isaac mcadoo#crazyk-imagine
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Took a closer look at Jacob's face and realized he's not as dirty as I initially thought. Sure, there's some grime there, but his actual skin is discolored from the burns or whatever scars he has on his face. Plus the dark undereye circles from lack of sleep. He's probably not the best smelling Seed, but definitely doesn't have muck on his face.
He looks a bit dirty but this seems to be a trend among Far Cry characters, for some reason. For example, John is described as a “neat freak” but still has mud stains on his clothes, Dani canonically “smells like shit” (according to Philly), and Vaas looks like he’s been wearing the same tank top nonstop for weeks... But Jacob’s skin mostly looks like this because it’s scarred, yes, and considering how impeccably styled his hair is, it seems to me that he actually cares about his appearance.
#I imagine he’s the type of person who just takes naps instead of getting proper sleep#far cry 5#jacob seed#the best-smelling seed is probably faith#if you like flowers of course#shout-out to pagan and antón for looking clean#(they’re not the only ones but still)#seriously I don’t think anyone in fc3 has stainless jeans#john seed#dani rojas#vaas montenegro
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guys GUYS what if the season 3 gay club scene involved all the richmond himbos doing drag together??
#ted lasso#i would DIE#jamie in a dress?? in makeup??#he would be so pretty I would fucking LOSE IT#they would all look so amazing#also what a phenomenal team bonding exercise#i daresay even better than a pillow fight#we had the bye bye bye dance in s2#s3 should have a dance scene too except they're all in big fancy dresses#imagine dani rojas covered in glitter#he would have the time of his life#it would be glorious#im tagging this#ted lasso season 3 wishlist#even though it is highly unlikely#i am allowed to have dreams#jamie tartt#dani rojas
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i think alexis rose and jamie tartt should party together
#alexis and dani rojas would definitely make out lol sorry jamie#he’s just so her type#imagine her booping his nose
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Do you at least think MCU would keep the actors for Madame Webb? I need Sydney on a big franchise so she'll make it big.
I guess it depends if you're good enough? Charlie and Vincent were brought back as they practically perfect casting. Tom Hardy getting yeeted back to his universe seems like an obvious show that he's not Tom's Venom.
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tried to find my own fics and i couldn't because tumblr's search system sucks so here is a casual masterlist. unsure if this is all of them but oh well
Jamie Tartt:
4 AM
Prince Charming
Gentleman
Jamie Tartt's Awful Breakfast and Lovely Morning
Dirty, Dirty Criminals
Homesick
Dani Rojas
When Worlds Collide
#jamie tartt x reader#dani rojas x reader#ted lasso fanfiction#ted lasso#jamie tartt#dani rojas#jamie tart fic#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt fluff#dani rojas fluff#dani rojas imagine#dani rojas fanfiction#masterlist
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through the lens
pairing: jamie tartt x reader
summary: a richmond win, a trip to ola’s, and a camera is all it takes to find out how jamie tartt really feels about you
warnings: swearing ofc, reader is afc richmond's team photographer, 2.5k
a/n: humbly inviting begging anyone and everyone to drop ted lasso requests from this list or this one in my inbox <3 i write for jamie, roy, sam, dani, and isaac! now pls enjoy the result of my jamie tartt brainrot
The atmosphere in the locker room was positively electric.
AFC Richmond was fresh off their first win in a very long time, and everyone was beyond ecstatic, buzzing with residual adrenaline and pride on a game well played. All the players were in a huddle in the center of the room, jumping at each other with nothing but pure joy in their eyes.
All you could do was try your best to capture the moment without getting in the way of the festivities, which you somehow managed by climbing up onto one of the benches in front of the lockers as you snapped picture after picture of the team getting their celebration on. Nobody really paid you any mind throughout, until you turned your camera on one Jamie Tartt, who was already looking right at you the second your viewfinder focused on him.
He beamed, lifted his hand up in a small wave, and for a split second you thought he might’ve started to make his way over to you, but he was caught on the shoulder and redirected by an overjoyed Dani Rojas. You swiveled away from Jamie and towards where Colin and Isaac had started some sort of chant that you could barely make out over the ruckus.
Focusing on them gave you the chance to let your heart rate settle back down after sharing that split second moment with Jamie. It was pathetic, really—pining over someone like him.
More of a silly little crush than anything, you knew it would never lead to anything because you’d rather a sinkhole open up in the middle of the road and swallow you up than tell Jamie that you liked him. But that didn’t stop your feelings for him from growing. He’d come back to AFC Richmond someone different—sweet and empathetic and the biggest supporter of his fellow Greyhounds—which made it that much harder to keep your crush under wraps.
Hell, Keeley had figured it out within weeks of his return and accidentally let it slip to Roy. He’d very gruffly assured you that he hadn’t told a soul, but you were sure that the whole team knew about it by now. Everyone except Jamie. You’d never been so glad for his thick head.
“Alright, I know y’all are excited about the win, I am too but listen up!” Coach Lasso’s voice cut through the commotion, hands waving over his head to get his players’ attention. At the drop of a hat, every single one of them fell quiet, eagerly awaiting what their beloved coach had to say.
You were looking forward to it too, not only because a Lasso signature speech was always a great opportunity to get raw, unfiltered photos of the team, but because he always had something positive to say, no matter what the outcome on the pitch had been. The amount of love and care Ted Lasso had for his players was his strong suit, and it showed in everyone’s respect for him.
“I’m real proud of what all y’all did out there on the pitch tonight. I know I say that after every match and I mean it every time, but this one is just a little bit sweeter. I appreciate every single one of you boys more than you could imagine,” He continued, looking to address each person. They looked like kids again, giddy with glee as they soaked in their coach’s praise.
You took shot after shot of everyone in the moment, so enveloped in your craft that you didn’t notice someone had come to stand beside you until you let your camera hang. That was when you noticed Jamie, inching closer with an innocent look on his face until he saw you looking down at him.
“Hiya,” He said, playfully nudging your leg with a cheeky smile. “Gettin’ a good view up there?”
“Shouldn’t you be listening to your coach?” You shot back, fighting the urge to pick your camera back up and take a shot of his lopsided grin and stupidly endearing twinkle in his eye as he looked up at you.
“Nothin’ I haven’t heard before.” Jamie shrugged, but he turned back around to look at Ted.
Even though he wasn’t paying attention to you, it was hard not to pay attention to him. That was a problem you’d increasingly been running into, not being able to focus when Jamie was around. You thought you’d had it under wraps, but it seemed like you’d developed a sixth sense for whenever he wandered into your vicinity. And lately, that sense had been pinging a lot more than usual.
Maybe you were reading too much into things, but it seemed like Jamie had been popping up everywhere you went in the facility. Granted, it was mainly the pitch and the locker room hallways, but it flustered you all the same. One brief conversation about even something mundane like weekend plans or the weather paired with a smile and a cheeky wink before he disappeared around a corner and you were left wondering what you’d been doing in the first place.
Ted was closing out his speech by the time you’d remembered you were actually supposed to be doing your job right now. You jerked out of your thoughts, snapping a few photos of the coaching staff before he finished up for the night. “Now go ahead and let loose, golden goose!”
“I’m pretty sure it is geese, Coach,” Sam chimed in, giving him a good natured smile.
“You know what I mean! Go have some fun, celebrate, all that jazz. But not too much fun because I expect to be seein’ y’all bright and early tomorrow morning for practice. Remember, the early bird gets the worm! See, I know I did that one right.” With that, Ted waved the team off, retreating back into the coaches’ office with Coach Beard on his heels and leaving them with all their pent up energy.
“Sam says we’re all going to Ola’s to celebrate!” Bumbercatch exclaimed, drawing a roar of approval from the rest of the team.
“You comin’ with us?” Jamie asked you hopefully, tilting his head to the side a bit. Warmth bloomed on your cheeks at the prospect of him wanting you to tag along. “Catch the festivities, give the people what they want?”
Oh. He was asking because you were their photographer. Not for the other foolishly hopeful reason you were thinking of. Of course.
“Yeah, I’ll tag along. Gotta catch you boys in your natural habitat, don’t I?”
Jamie’s mouth lifted into a cool smirk. “‘Course you do. You can catch a ride with me, if you want.”
“Oh! Um, only if it’s not too much trouble.” You could only hope you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt.
He nodded, extending a hand up towards you to help you down from your perch. You accepted it maybe a bit too eagerly, because your step down from the bench put you a little closer to Jamie than you’d planned, barely a few inches between the two of you. You swore you almost stopped breathing when his chest brushed against yours as he inhaled a sharp breath. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, and it almost looked like he was as stunned as you.
You both mumbled an apology, words tumbling over each other messily as you stepped apart. His hand flew up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. Yours went straight for your camera, busying yourself with a few random buttons as if it were a defense mechanism. Neither of you could look at the other for a good while, not until you got into Jamie’s car and were on the way to Ola’s to meet the rest of the team.
“So. What’d you think of the game?”
“S’good! You did great, Jamie,” You exclaimed, excited now. It was true, Jamie had been on fire tonight with a goal and two assists. “All of you did great.”
“Should I pose for ya next time? Give ya a proper action shot?“ He sounded only half joking. “M’trusting you to make me look good, y’know!”
“Posing is overrated. I like the shots I get when you lot get out there on the pitch. They’re natural.”
“But what if I make a stupid face when I pass the ball? Those can’t be any good.”
“They’re called candids, and I happen to think they look better than your promotional shots.”
“Bullshit! I looked sexy in those shots and you know it.”
While he wasn’t wrong, you had a point to prove now. Taking a deep breath, you counted to three in your head before picking your camera back up, swiveling in your seat and snapping one, two, three pictures of him.
Jamie’s brow furrowed at the shutter clicks, giving you a confused glance over in your direction. “Oi! What’s that for?”
“That’s a candid.” You said simply, ignoring your heart pounding a million miles a minute against your ribcage. You flicked through the photos, pleased to see that they’d come out just as you suspected—perfect.
“Not even getting my good angle, some photographer you are,” He muttered, giving his head an overexaggerated shake.
“All your angles are good, Jamie,” You scoffed. “And you don’t need me to make you look good, ‘cause you’re doing it just fine on your own.” You didn’t realize what you’d said until a beat later when he looked extremely delighted, but every part of what you said was true.
Even caught off guard and driving, Jamie Tartt looked unfairly good. The lights off the dashboard washed over his handsome face in a warm light, making him look softer than the harsh lights of Nelson Road did.
On the football pitch, he was tough and cocky, mouthing off to opposing team with the sole purpose of getting under their skin, and the lighting reflected that. He was Jamie Tartt, a striker with a right foot kissed by God, one of the greatest footballers in Richmond history. In this car, here with just the two of you, he was at ease. His guard was down, his facade gone. He was just Jamie Tartt, a boy from Manchester. That was the Jamie you’d grown some not-so-small feelings for.
Ola’s was definitely quieter than any pub in Richmond would’ve been, though you suspected that the team rather enjoyed it this way. They loved and appreciated their fans, but it was nice to be surrounded by friends as opposed to being gawked at the whole night. Even so, someone had turned on music with a heavy beat that thumped through the restaurant and everyone was having a good time.
It was the perfect opportunity to grab a few more quick shots of the team and you took it gratefully, milling around the place for a bit snapping pictures here and there before coming back to your seat to flick through everything. You had to see what you could give the PR team to put on Richmond’s socials.
A pint of beer slid in front of you drew you away from your camera, but it was mostly the smiling Jamie who’d slid into the chair next to you. He leaned in a little closer to be heard over the chatter of the restaurant, bracing his arm on the back of your chair.
“D’you ever stop working?”
“Meaning?”
“Nothin’ bad! I just mean…every time I see ya you’re nose deep in that camera, barely get t’see your face.”
“The point of my job is to see your face, not mine,” You joked, growing more nervous at the way he was looking at you, like he meant he actually wanted to see your face more instead. Jamie’s expression softened into something fond, knee bumping against yours gently, fingers brushing against your shoulder. His touch sent a feeling not unlike static shock through you, racing through your veins and sending your heart thundering loudly in your ears.
You were suddenly aware of just how close he was to you and leaning closer still, so close you could see a smudge of dirt from the pitch on his neck that he’d missed, the flecks of gray in his blue eyes.
“S’shame. Got a face too pretty to be behind the lens all the time. Prettier than mine, even.”
“Stop it,” You mumbled, but there was no real force behind your words. Jamie thought you were pretty. It made you feel giddy inside.
“No, you stop it. You’re stunnin’.” He insisted, looking entirely sincere.
“You’re just saying that.”
“M’not. I mean it.” Jamie shook his head vehemently. You pressed your lips together, denying it still. “You don’t believe me. Here,” He was quick to grab your camera off the table carefully, leaning back a bit and hitting the shutter button determinedly. You’d barely managed to stretch an arm over your face before the flash went off. He squinted at the tiny screen, studying it for a few seconds before smiling proudly.
“Think I finally know what’s so good about those candids you keep talkin’ about. That one’s a keeper.” He was firm in his words, turning the camera around to show you the picture he’d taken. Part of your face was obscured by your outstretched hand, but you could see most of your smile and a gleam in your eyes that you didn’t know you had until this very moment. You liked it.
“D’you wanna go on a date with me sometime?” He asked hopefully, fiddling with the edges of his shirtsleeves. Warmth flooded your cheeks in an instant. “A proper one, where I can come by yours and ring your doorbell and give you flowers and all that shit.”
“Someone give Lust Conquers All a ring, ‘cause Jamie Tartt is a changed man!” You shouldn’t have been cracking jokes right now. It definitely wasn’t the time, but you couldn’t help yourself. It escaped before you could take it back.
But Jamie just rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, alright, have a laugh. You didn’t say yes.”
“I also didn’t say no.” You pointed out, scooting a few inches closer to him. He returned the gesture, sliding towards you until your knees pressed together. You were inches away from each other, again, but this time it was different. This time, you knew how he felt about you.
“That’s still not a yes.” He said softly, so quiet you wouldn’t have heard it had you not been as close to him as you were right now.
You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and his eyes fluttered shut. “How’s that for a yes?”
“S’good. Missed the mark though. Should be more like…” He trailed off, sneaking a quick peck to your lips before grinning sheepishly. “That.”
“Sneaky boy.” You rolled your eyes, but your tone was anything but annoyed. “Good thing you’re cute.”
He preened at your compliment, giving a little self satisfied smile. “And a good photographer?”
“Decent. If football doesn’t pan out, maybe I could make you my assistant.”
“That mean I get to spend all day with you?”
“If you can handle it.”
Jamie’s lips quirked up into a soft smile and he kissed you again, a little longer this time. His hand moved up your shoulder around the back of your neck tenderly, a blooming warmth against your skin. “I’ll manage.”
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hi sweetheart! i was wondering if you could do a jamie imagine where the reader is a physical therapist and he’s always finding the most ridiculous excuses to go see her, like getting a paper cut and things like that. i would also love if it could be before they got together :)
it’s okay if you don’t want to do it or already did it and i didn’t see it. thank you anyway, you’re one of my favorite writers here on tumblr 🩵
you called me sweetheart, so now I would die for you. pet names are the way to my heart, in case u didn’t know. hope u enjoy🍊
(important disclaimer, I don’t know how physical therapy works so if I’m wrong about things, remember this isn’t a medical journal, I am just a girl)
before you go
Apparently, it’s impossible to purposely give yourself a paper cut, but Jamie Tartt has been doing his damnedest all day to get some kind of ailment, so if that means being careless with some photographs in his locker then so be it.
He really wishes his leg would cramp or something, but Will’s been keeping him far too hydrated for that.
So Jamie has to settle for slipping a picture of his mum at just the right angle to draw blood.
“Shit,” he whispers softly. He puts his finger to his mouth to catch the first beads of blood.
“Paper cut?” Sam asks sympathetically. Jamie nods, finger in between his teeth.
“Ay, sí, you should go see the physio for that one, amigo. Ask for the Rojas special,” Dani says with his ever-present grin.
“It’s just a paper cut, mate,” Jamie says in order to keep up appearances.
Sam knocks his arm. “You have to go. Dani only just let me request the Rojas special last week, and Richard still won’t talk to me about it.”
“Ça c’est merde,” Richard calls from across the locker room. “Put on a bandage and go home.”
Jamie won’t. He sticks his tongue out at Richard and turns to go to the treatment room because he needs treatment right away. Never mind that it’s a cut and not a muscle injury. He can hide under the excuse that Dani sent him.
Jamie taps on the door and pushes it open to find you sitting on the table, absentmindedly tapping your fingers on your knees. You jump down at the sight of Jamie.
“Hi! I was wondering if anybody’d be over today,” you grin. “Where does it hurt?”
Jamie holds up his finger. “Dani sent me.”
“Ah, right,” you nod, grin never leaving your face. Jamie wonders if your sunny disposition is why you and Dani are such good friends. Suddenly, he’s gripped by uncertainty. Maybe you and Dani are morethan good friends. After all, Dani is strangely tight-lipped about his affairs and besides, it’s not good for the physio to be openly screwing a player.
Maybe he should go.
But you’ve already come back to him after rummaging in a cupboard, small box in hand.
“Technically, this isn’t part of my job,” you say as you select a band-aid, “but I’ve been doing this since I started going to my nephew’s footie matches. Kid’s almost ten now, but he still asks for me every time he gets a scrape. First time I was here it was like, force of habit, but Dani said it reminded him of his sister, so…” you trail off. “I dunno, it’s funny that even big strong footballers still want silly bandages, yeah?”
Jamie watches as you open a green bandage with yellow flowers and wrap it carefully around his finger. You press a kiss to it and smile up at him. “There. All better.”
Jamie is… well, he’s flustered. He’s heard about the so-called Rojas special and how it’s available through recommendation only, but he wasn’t prepared for the sweet way you cradled his hand or the fact that your lips touched him. In fact, he wasn’t prepared for anything beyond a bandage and the fact that you slipped sweets to Sam and Dani to numb the sting of injury.
“Thanks,” he chokes out, aware of the fact that you’re still holding his hand. You give it one last squeeze before dropping it.
“See you around,” you say.
Jamie mumbles something unintelligible and finds his way out the door.
“Fuck you,” he says to Sam as soon as he catches him in the car park.
Sam raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t get a chocolate. Did you not hold still?”
“I- you- it- fuck you,” Jamie says again. “You fucking knew.”
“Knew what?” Dani asks. He’s a horrible liar.
“You knew I thought she was fit. You didn’t tell me she’s, like, emotionally fit as well. So fuck you both for that.”
Sam mouths emotionally fit as he and Dani dissolve into laughter.
“Which band aid did you get?” Dani asks when he finally regains control of himself. “She ran out of Peppa Pig last week, but she promised to get some more soon.”
Jamie holds up his finger, wishing the cut were on the middle one.
Sam and Dani lean into inspect it and nod once.
“Well?” Jamie demands. They just look at him with stupid grins.
“Good night, Jamie Tartt,” Dani says, opening Sam’s passenger seat door.
“Good night, Jamie,” Sam echoes.
The fuckers just leave him standing in the lot, heart racing like a fucking idiot.
—
Jamie’s ankle is barely twisted. Like, barely. But he grew up watching football so he knows how make an injury seem worse than it is. He’s mastered the art of not going overboard.
“You should see the physio,” Beard tells him. Jamie pretends to protest a little bit, ignoring the way Ted shoots Dani and Sam quizzical looks. They’re making some sort of face and Jamie’s not going to figure out what they mean because he doesn’t care.
(Or maybe he already knows what they mean. But he doesn’t give a shit.)
So he hobbles his way to the treatment room where you’re typing something on the computer. Reports, probably.
You look up with a smile when you see him, the quickly school it into a frown. “Where does it hurt?” you ask.
“My ankle,” Jamie grimaces.
You pat the table and he obliges, sitting down on the crinkly paper.
You squat to undo his boot and Jamie realizes that maybe this isn’t the best way to get you to fall for him but it’s too late now because you’re gingerly sliding it off his foot.
“D’you mind if I get the sock as well?” you ask, and it’s all Jamie can do to mutely shake his head. You lightly run a cool hand over his ankle.
“Feels a bit swollen,” you say. “What happened?”
Jamie has to gather his thoughts firmly away from the way he could feel the callouses on your palm. “Tackle,” he says.
“Hm,” you reply. “Does this hurt?”
Jamie gasps as you press your thumb at just the wrong spot.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” you say. “Lie down. I’m going to massage it for a minute then put it on ice. You’ll be good to go in an hour.”
Jamie obeys, trying to ignore the way his breath hitches when your hand squeezes his calf for a fraction of a second.
You’re able to find all the right spots, gently pushing the muscle back where it needs to go. You pat his foot gently and go to get an ice pack. “Keep this on for fifteen minutes, off for five, then on for another fifteen. If it still hurts I’ll get you another pack, or maybe a heating pad. Depends on what type of pain you have, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
“You sending me back?” Jamie asks in a feeble attempt to be his usual confident self.
You hesitate. “I mean… the other option is you stay here. I won’t lie to you, it’s pretty quiet back here but it doesn’t smell. Will got me on these scent diffuser packs, so this is one of the least-gross rooms on the lower level. I usually just type reports, but I’ve finished for now so I was going to read but we can chat if you like. You don’t have to, but I can monitor your ankle for the next hour if you’re here. It’s up to you.”
Stay and flirt with the pretty physio or sit on the bench instead of practicing?
Jamie positions himself better on the table. “What’s your book about?”
—
Jamie wishes that he were just making an excuse to come see you, but if that were the case he’d have made sure to be showered. Instead, he’s fresh off the pitch after a long day of practice and he needs his joints like, replaced or some shit.
He stumbles into the treatment room and practically flops facedown on the table. You’re up in an instant, combing his hair away from his face with your fingers.
“Where does it hurt?” you ask, voice filled with concern.
“Everywhere,” Jamie groans.
“Okay, so full-massage with the extra-large ice pack at the end, then,” you say.
Jamie just grunts in response and tries not to think about the fact that this is the most unromantic way he’s ever tried to date a girl. He tells himself that you’re a physio, that you’ve seen grosser, and that you’re not even interested in him anyway. It still doesn’t stop him from asking about your day and cracking stupid jokes the entire time you’re popping his muscles. His voice squeaks every time you forcibly release tension, but you just laugh and tell him, “You should hear Isaac.” So yeah, the worst training of his life has now turned out to be a goddamned blessing in disguise because you’re joking back and forth for a solid twenty minutes.
“Come back any time,” you tell him with a wink as he heads out the door. “You don’t have to be injured to say hey.”
Jamie smiles at that, and goes to tell Sam and Dani that they’re shitheads but he loves them very much.
—
It’s been a long week and an especially long match, but thank fuck it’s over. There’s a bit of an ache in his legs but he doesn’t give a flying shit. They’ve won, for once, so as a reward to himself he’s going to invite you out with the lads. Proper, like, probably with the words, “Hey I think you’re fit,” except he’s thinking he should probably swap “fit,” for beautiful, or stunning, or the most wonderful, funny, amazing woman he’s ever met and no, it’s not just because of the magical healing powers you seem to possess.
Jamie showers, changes, then heads purposefully down the hall. He knows you’re still here, you never leave after matches until everyone who might possibly need physio is gone.
He bangs open the door, ready to regale you with the shit Ted’s up to post-match when he catches sight of your face. Or rather, the fact that it’s in your hands as your shoulders shake.
He rushes over to the desk and turns your chair so you’re facing him.
His hands are on your knees as he urgently whispers, “Where does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t,” you gasp, wiping your eyes. “I’m fine, I don’t know what came over me, I’m good, I promise. What’s up?”
You move to get up but Jamie presses lightly where his hands were resting. “You don’t look fine, love,” he says, then internally winces. Not a good thing to say to a girl, no matter how true it is.
“I’m good, swear down,” you choke. You move to wipe away another tear but Jamie beats you to it, swiping it with his thumb. You shudder involuntarily, trying not to notice the rough feel of his skin on yours.
“I’m not hurt,” he says tentatively. “Came to see if you wanted to go out with me ‘n the lads.”
“Oh!” you exclaim, still trying your absolute best to pull yourself together and failing miserably. “Right. I um, I’m going to be here a while so you should just go, yeah? Tell Dani I’m proud of him.”
Jamie shakes his head. “Ain’t leaving you here all by yourself.” He realizes your hands have found their way into his, and he has no idea who put them there. He lifts one to his lips and brushes a kiss to your knuckles. “Just tell me where it hurts, yeah?”
Another shiver wracks your body. “You can’t- I can’t- you have to go, okay Jamie? I need you to go.”
Jamie will, he’ll do anything you ask, but first he has to know-
“Why?” he asks, so softly. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”
“Don’t-” you half-choke. “Not- I’m gross right now.”
Jamie can’t stifle his laugh in time, so he does his best to save it. “Love, you’ve seen me at my fuckin’ worst. We’ll call it even.”
You’re breathing a little easier now, but just barely. You don’t seem too eager to get rid of him so Jamie pushes his luck and stays kneeling on the floor.
“Tell me,” he urges again, but you just shake your head.
“You really should go,” you say, breath catching in your throat. “You don’t want to keep Maia waiting. Heard actresses are notoriously particular about being on time.”
That’s confusing. Maia- do you mean Maia Stanwood? You must, that’s the only Maia he knows. But how did you know her, Jamie had run into her at dinner the other day and there’d been a brief article in the papers, but nothing that connects to what’s happening here.
Unless-
No.
Except- it’s the only thing that makes sense.
But you don’t like him like that. At least, he’s pretty sure. And anyway, isn’t it prickish to assume everyone’s in love with him?
But you’re not everyone, you’re the team physio with nice hands and a sweet smile and an affinity to fix people, to mend what’s broken in the best way you know how.
“I love you,” he says instead of everything else he had planned.
You’re silent, and he’s not sure you’ve heard him so he says it again.
“Yeah, alright, I love you too,” you sniff with a half-smile, except it’s the way you’d say to a brother, the way you’d say it to Dani or Sam.
“No,” Jamie says more insistently, “I love you. That’s why I’m here. I wanted to tell you, wanted to take you out proper. Impress you with my dancing and chat you up at the bar. Make the lads jealous that I’ve got a beautiful girl on my arm, then sneak out early to kiss you like I’ve been fucking thinking about since that fucking paper cut. Had a right crush on you like an idiot since you got hired.”
You’re staring at him open-mouthed, unable to believe what he’s saying, and Jamie doesn’t know much all the time but he knows that you’re gripping his hands like it’s a lifeline. He knows your eyes are wide open and that he was on the mark about you thinking he was with someone else. So he does what anyone in his position would do.
He captures your lips in his, letting go of your hands only so he can slip one hand around your waist and another in your hair.
God, you feel like you’re melting.
Jamie Tartt is kissing you like there’s no tomorrow and the floor is tipping out from under you, but apart from that vague feeling all you’re aware of is his hands on you and the fact that he tastes like spearmint.
His lips are soft against yours, mouth warm and inviting.
It’s like taking a breath of air for the first time in months.
“I love you,” you say as soon as you break apart. You’re breathing heavily as if you’re the one who just played a 90-minute match. Jamie’s lips are swollen and your hair is mussed, but you both share the same look.
“All better?” he asks, and you nod.
“Good. You want to get dinner? I know a few places we can go, don’t have to worry about paps.”
“The team-” you begin, but Jamie waves that away.
“They’ll understand,” he says. “Been flirting with you for ages, getting injured all the time. Think Ted’s starting to get fucking worried.”
You run your thumb down his jawline. “I always wondered about that,” you murmur. “Thought it was in my head how much you were down here. Didn’t want to be unprofessional.”
Jamie reaches up to hold your wrist and you just sit there, on the floor of the treatment room, looking at each other in the dim light. You’ll get up, eventually, but for now you’re going to savor this moment you have together.
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Dani Rojas x Sick!Reader Headcanons…
Summary: As implied, beloved Dani Rojas caring for a reader who is sick with a cold.
Warnings: Again, as implied, sick reader. Runny nose, watery eyes, the likes. Alcohol mention as well.
A/N: I AM ILL AGAIN. Take my feels from my covid infected brain. Mwah!
Our angel shining star…
It’s no secret that Dani cares deeply about the people he loves, so the minute he hears even a bit of a sniffle from you, he is losing his mind.
He goes about his usual morning routine more frantically than usual, peppering kisses to your face despite your protests.
“I don’t want you to get sick, Dani!” is unwaveringly followed by, “I can’t leave you without morning kisses, mi amor!”
Dani is practically tripping over himself to get out of the house and to the pharmacy to get you medication, tissues and the likes.
He comes back with way more than anyone could ever need for a common cold, tipping the bag out with a proud grin as you watch.
Even in your feverish state, you’d be lying if you said that didn’t amuse you a little bit.
I imagine Dani would be all over you unless you’re asleep.
Like, if you’re sick, he’s calling sick for both of you. Neither of you are leaving that house for anything but medicine until you’re well.
He’s making you any food or drinks you want. You jokingly ask for a Long Island Iced Tea at one point, and he still makes it.
He runs you a lovely bath as well to help unclog your sinuses. He stays by your side the entire time if you ask.
You try to make him budge, even texting Ted who just tells you to get well soon.
Dani is super attentive. He’s always near if you need something.
If you’re warm, he’s carefully tying your hair back and pressing a damp flannel to your forehead.
If you’re cold, he’s glued to your side, entirely careless of his own health as he holds you, seemingly a human heater.
You’d expect nothing different from your sweet ball of sunshine, to be honest.
It almost makes you sad that he cares so little for his own health, but Dani just cares so much. You know you’d do the same for him, and you adore him a lot.
As soon as you drift off to sleep, he’s on the phone to his mother asking for home remedies.
She is so doting and lovely and Dani comes back with a list.
After a few days of medicines both pharmaceutical and natural, and a shit ton of cuddles and kisses, you’re feeling better.
And then, a day after that, Dani is sick… it’s your turn to phone his mother.
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