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stonesandswords · 2 years

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I hope you're outlining a fic about them! I've been dying to get someone else on the ship and I'm so glad you're here with me! I feel like the first night was at Richard's place was an afterparty for just the three of them. Say the had been at a fancy club or party and none of them had pulled, Richard had began to put less and less effort into flirting with women on nights out to the surprise of the rest of the team (although without Richard as competition, they were too busy chatting to women to enquire). He had already developed crushes on Jan and Colin and was confident that they had also noticed how gorgeous the other two were. They walked back to his house and flirted with both of them - Jan knew exactly what Richard was doing...Colin also knew but thought he was horribly misreading the situation- and when they arrived at his place, Richard poured them drinks. He didn't really say anything before gently kissing Jan on the lips to the surprise of Colin who barely recovered from the shock of Richard's boldness/the realisation that Richard had in fact been flirting the entire time before Richard turned and kissed him. He made some comment about how he'd wanted to do that all night and Colin blurted out that they could do so much more if everyone wanted. He had heard Jamie and Isaac and Dani and even Sam talk about having threesomes but he'd never partaken in one - the idea of doing so with two fit fellas was enough to make his pinch his hand to ensure he wasn't dreaming. Colin moved over and kissed Jan, liking the contrast between kissing him and Richard and Jan declared that they should talk things through, Richard and Colin looked at each other with proud smirks before kissing each other more passionately than anyone else had kissed each other and Jan gulped before deciding that they could simply talk in the morning...

I am so glad you got me on board this ship! (pun intended lol)

But omg yes, Richard flirting less and less when they go out because he's developing a crush on both Colin and Jan. Colin assuming he's massively misreading the situation is both so hilarious and personal to me. But also him being the one to be the most full force ahead once he's on the same page as the other two!

Richard taking the lead on starting this whole endeavor is simply my favorite thing. Something, something "the French believe that having a beautiful *lover around is always a good thing".

That last bit though 👀 Jan thinking they should have a conversation and then realizing that he's thinking too much with his brain and not enough with his dick and hmmm maybe that convo really could wait for another 8 hours at least.

#colin x jan x richard #colin hughes #jan maas #richard montlaur #loving this trio more and more everyday #they would be so good together #when you said Colin would be the more emotionally fluent one #Jan being the steady protector is beautiful #and Richard basically leading the constant romance parade #i felt all that #answered

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ofstarsandvibranium · 8 months

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Hurts Like Heaven

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: You and Jamie were nothing more than friends with benefits…then Jamie realizes that the way he feels for you is more than friends.

A/N: inspired by the song I Think I Like You by The Band Camino

You and Jamie had been friends for a few years. You met through Keeley and he'd tried to get into your pants after they'd broken up. But girl code meant you don't sleep with your friend's ex unless they say it's okay.

Years later, he and Keeley still aren't together. It originally saddened Jamie, however, he learned that he valued her highly as a friend and he eventually lost feelings for her.

That's when you came in.

Jamie didn't feel ready to get back into serious dating, but he also didn't feel like going back to random hook ups like his early days. That's when you suggested a friends with benefits relationship.

The suggestion surprised Jamie, especially since you rejected him a few years ago.

You rolled your eyes at him, "Yes, but I've gotten Keeley's permission to sleep with you if I chose to do so."

His brows rose, "I'm sorry, what? When did this happen?"

You shrugged like it was no big deal, "Like a year ago."

"So you're telling me we could've been fucking for a year now?"

You snorted, "I didn't think you'd still be interested."

He grinned at you, "Oh, I'm still very interested."

It was nice. He thought the arrangement would change things but it didn't. He still texted you about the things Jan Maas said or a new song that Dani introduced him to. You two would facetime for hours while he was at away games until you both fell asleep. He used to be a man of not many words, but he found himself never shutting up in your presence.

You grabbed lunch or dinner when you could and instead of going your separate ways, either one of you followed the other to your respective homes and you had sex.

Some days, you didn't have sex at all. He'd come over with take out and you two would watch a movie. Or he'd help you cook dinner while you're both singing Harry Styles' lyrics at the top your lungs. He felt so happy and at peace with you.

It was great. It was nice...until you told Jamie that someone had asked you on a date.

"It's fine. We're not dating or nothing, so why would it matter?" he asked you when you broke the news.

You shrugged, "I dunno. Guess I-nevermind. I'm going to cancel our movie night on Friday then."

"What? Why?"

"That's when my date is. Unless...I cancel it?" You looked at Jamie like you were hoping for...something. What you were hoping for he didn't know, but he shook his head, "No, no. It's fine. Could probably go to the pub with the lads or something." He then pointed a finger at you, "But you let me know if he does something that makes you uncomfortable. I'll pick you up. Just say the word."

You nodded and give him a smile, "I know. Thanks, Jame."

________________

It's the night of the date. Jamie has been on edge the entire day and he's not exactly sure why. You'd sent him your outfit for the date and you...you looked beautiful, sexy, gorgeous. There was a pit in stomach when he realized that you'd never dressed up for him like that. Why would you? You two are only friends who also sleep together. Nothing that would warrant you to put much that effort...but Jamie wanted it.

Fuck, did he want you to dress that way only for him, to take you on dates and call you his girl.

Holy fuck, why did he have to realize this all too late?

Even when he went to a club with the lads, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He kept checking his phone every five minutes to see if you'd messaged him. The last thing you sent was you telling him the restaurant you were at and he'd sent you a thumbs up.

He stood at one of the standing tables, nursing a beer and just watching the crowd. His teammates were drinking and dancing with women, except for Colin who was dancing with his boyfriend, Michael.

Getting a bit anxious, he pulls his phone out again, looking at the thread of texts between you and him.

"Are you alright, Jamie?" Sam asks above the club's music.

Jamie sighs and pockets his phone, "I'm gonna step out for a bit!" he shouts back and Sam responds, "I'll come with you!"

They take their beers and head out to the back patio of the club. The music is still loud but not as much.

Jamie lets out a deep breath, letting the cool air encompass him. Sam nudges him, "What's going on?"

Jamie chuckles to himself, "Think I'm in love, Sam," and then winces.

Sam cocks a brow in confusion, "Why do you look so pained then?"

Jamie sighs and runs a hand through his now brunette hair, "It's complicated."

"Is it Y/N?"

Jamie's head whipped to Sam's direction, "How the fuck did you know that?"

Sam can't help but laugh, "You don't hide it very well when you're with her. You're...happier with her."

He scoffs, "'M not so happy now, am I? She's on a date right now."

"Why?"

"Some bloke from the IT department asked her and she asked me how I felt about it and I said it was fine. That her going on that date doesn't matter 'cause we're not exclusive or nothin' and now I fuckin' regret it 'cause I fuckin' love her!" after his mini rant he looks back as a smug looking Sam, "What?"

"I think the solution to your problem is very simple, Jamie."

"Yeah? And what's that."

"Tell her."

He's immediately shaking his head, "No. No. I can't. I can't. It'll ruin everything."

"I don't think it will."

"How do you know?"

"I don't, but I have a strong feeling it'll be okay."

Suddenly, his phone is buzzing and your contact photo is staring up at him. He looks up at Sam and his teammate is grinning at him, "Tell her," he says before patting Jamie on the back and heading back inside.

Jamie nods and answers your call, "Hey, you alright?"

"He was a complete prick! He yelled at our server because his pasta wasn't al dente and complained about me eating too much bread."

"Pft. You love bread."

"I love bread so much!" you sigh, "I'm having uber me drop off because there was no way in hell I was getting in the car with him again."

Jamie frowns to himself, "You should've told me. I could've picked you up."

"I texted you ten minutes ago and you didn't respond!"

Jamie curses and pulls back his phone going to the text thread to see you had texted him, "Shit. Sorry, love."

"It's fine. You can come over after your night with the boys."

"I'm leaving right now. Wasn't very exciting anyway. Want me to grab some food?"

You groan, "Yes, please. That meal wasn't satisfying enough."

Jamie finds himself smiling, "Alright. I'll be over in a bit. Get comfy for me."

"Waaaay ahead of ya. Tossing the dress in the hamper as we speak and pulling out my comfy clothes. Shall I pull yours out as well?"

"Please."

"Got it. See you in a bit, Jame."

"Right. Bye." After he ends the call, he heads inside to say his good-byes to his mates. Sam is giving him a knowing look and a "Good luck" as he walks out of the club.

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Half an hour later, Jamie is letting himself into your place with the spare key that you gave him. He places the takeout on the coffee table in front of you.

"Go eat. I'm gonna change."

"Thank you!" you holler as he walks down the hallway to your room and where you've laid out a pair of joggers and a t-shirt for him. He quickly changes and heads back to your living room where he sees you shoveling your face with the food he's brought.

He's smiling wide as he sits beside you, "Good?"

You nod, "Soooo good!"

He grabs your remote and plays the movie you picked, "Guess we ended up having our movie night after all."

You snort, "Shout out to Liam for IT for being a prick, I guess."

Jamie stills. His brows furrow and you see he's thinking hard about something. You set your food down, pause the movie, and turn to completely face him on the couch.

"What's going on?"

"I realized something."

"Okay...is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Depends on how you take it, I suppose," he turns to face you as well, "I...I think I like you more than I should."

"Meaning..."

"I'm in love with you. I think I have been for a while now but it just didn't hit me until you were out with that prick-"

"Liam-"

"and all I could think about tonight was losing you. I hate that you looked absolutely gorgeous for someone else. I hate that it was him taking you on a date and not me. And I hate the thought of someone else being where I should be."

You chuckle, looking away and shaking your head, "Jamie Tartt," and this is when Jamie prepares to be rejected by you, "took you long enough."

Oh. Oh. That's not something he expected.

"So, uh, so you-"

You lean in pressing your lips against his and when you pull away you're smiling, "I love you too."

"Oh. Great. Cool. That's-That's good."

You laugh, "Did I break you?"

"Maybe?"

You laugh more and he's smiling again. Your laugh is music to his ears and it's filling him up with so much warmth and love.

You pat his knee, "Alright, loverboy, let's continue this movie night , yeah?" you press play and you grab your food. You curl up into Jamie's side and he relishes in your warmth while you feed him some of your food.

A day later, Jamie posts a picture of you sitting across from him at the same restaurant you went to with Liam, with the caption: Dinner with me girl <3.

His comments littered with applause and congratulations from his teammates and fans. They all love you, but Jamie loves you the most.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #ted lasso imagine

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its-time-to-write · 1 year

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hi!! love your work!! what about a jamie tartt piece where reader is a theatre actress or something more “nerdy” and the team finds out??

I am SO SORRY that this took so long to write!! Thank you for requesting!!

damned if i do give a damn what people say

No one can figure out how you and Jamie met. Every time they ask, they’re given a different answer.

“She’s my old forensic optometrist.” “He ran over my goldfish with his car.” “We met years ago while skydiving underwater and just reconnected.”

No one is quite sure the real answer. You and Jamie have been together exactly two months and one day, and it feels like you just appeared from out of nowhere, brought to life by Jamie’s need to never fucking be alone.

It’s not till you’re out at Ola’s with the team when Keeley says, “Ohmigod no fucking way, I know who you are!” that they piece it together.

“You’re on West End! You’re in their production of Midsummer Night’s Dream! Rebecca took me two weeks ago, and I can’t fucking believe I didn’t recognize you! You literally have one of the biggest roles, and you’ve been right in front of me the whole fucking time! I really enjoyed it, by the way,” she continues, “Usually don’t like Shakespeare, but I actually understood it this time!”

You feel like you’re melting from embarrassment, shrinking into Jamie’s arm thrown around your shoulders.

It’s one thing to be on stage, saying someone else’s words to strangers you’ll never see again. It’s another thing entirely to use your own words in front of people you desperately want to like you.

Richard overhears and says, “Oh, that’s how I know you! Jan Maas, Isaac, and I saw it a week and a half ago. It was well-written, for an Englishman.”

“Hold up, bruv,” Isaac interjects, “is that how you two met?”

You shrug, but Jamie isn’t letting you shirk away from this conversation.

“That’s right,” he says proudly. “Keeley was always on me to be more cultured and shit, so I thought I’d go see a play. Made Sam go with me.”

Sam nods from the other side of the table. “She walked on stage and I literally thought he was going to jump up and propose. He was starstruck.”

The group laughs. The idea of Jamie Tartt being starstruck is something else.

“Hold on Jamie,” Ted calls from across the room, “I thought you didn’t like the theater?”

Jamie shrugs. “I don’t. Fucking hate it actually, just didn’t hate that one. Went and bought a ticket every night I was available, just so I could see her. Figured, what’s the point in being a famous footballer if I can’t land a pretty actress?”

Your face is on fire. On stage, it’s covered with thick layers of makeup. You do not feel comfortable around all of these athletic, beautiful, self-assured people. You feel comfortable putting on the disguise that is Helena of Athens. Her cry to the weary night had resonated in your soul the first time the stage manager brought Jamie backstage for a tour. Your heart had picked up to an unhealthy pace the moment you locked eyes, something that was not unnoticed by your romantic costar, the actor playing Demetrius. He had elbowed you and then made himself blessedly scarce, taking note of the way Jamie’s eyes had been scouring the room for you as soon as he walked in.

He told you later that he scared off the rest of the cast and crew, threatening them with hellish rehearsals and the promise to eat Indian food while in full costume if they “didn’t leave you and that bloody gorgeous footballer alone. I mean, come on people, do you really want her to be single forever?”

You bought him an expensive coffee and $60 foundation as a thank you. He made you promise to invite him to the wedding.

You’re shaken from your thoughts by Ted saying, “Well, isn’t that just the gosh-darn cutest thing I’ve ever heard. You’ll make Jamie a theater nerd yet. Have him singing show tunes on the pitch.”

“You already make us do that, coach,” Jamie retorts, and the room descends into laughter. You join in, feeling comfortable with where you’re at; Jamie’s arm on your shoulder, your hand on his thigh, accepted by the people he loves.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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visualtaehyun · 2 months

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Names, particles, aliens and ghosts, oh my!

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

Ongsa & Alpha

Last week's episode started with the trio talking about the sisters' names:

Nunnapat Ampornsopon /Nan-na-phat Am-phaawn-soh-phohn/ Matthayom 4, class 6 (=10th grade) English

While we see this, Tin tells us Alpha's name too:

Napatsanun Ampornsopon นภัสนันท์ อัมพรโสภณ /Na-phat-sa-nan Am-phaawn-soh-phohn/

Her and Ongsa's first names have the exact same two words in them, just switcheroo'd:

นันท์ /nan/ = joy, happiness;

นภัส /na phat/ = sky, heaven

-> Quick pronunciation lesson: The final consonant in นภัส /na phat/ is called ส เสือ /saw seuua/ (= lit. S like the word for tiger) but in final position it's pronounced as a /t/. In Alpha's name, that same letter gets reduplicated to better link นภัส /na phat/ and นันท์ /nan/ so we get Napat-sa-nun!

Their last name Ampornsopon contains:

อัมพร /am phaawn/ = sky;

โสภณ /soh phohn/ = beautiful

Aylin

Her club application form was only shown in a Next Break preview last week, not the actual scene, but I wanted to take a look at it anyway:

Application to join the Astronomy Club Name: Aylin Kueaahree Grade: Matthayom 4, class 1 (=10th grade) Hobbies: Communicating with aliens Goal in joining the club: Searching for a friend/friends

Aylin is her first name, her last name is เกื้ออารีย์ /geuua aa ree/:

เกื้อ /geuua/ = to aid, do a favor, assist, lend a hand;

อารีย์ /ah ree/ = kind, generous

We saw her name properly this week, too, in the document she hilariously designed, wrote up, and filled out by hand:

Permit for spending the night at S-TAR school Subject: Asking for permission to stay the night at school for the duration of 1 night To: Counselling homeroom teacher I, (young Mr./young Miss/Mr./Miss) Aylin Keuaahree, ID number 406123, student of Matthayom 4/1, need to stay over at school ... on the date of the 24th of the month of August in the year of 2566 (2023) from 20.00 o'clock until 06.00 o'clock. Please kindly take it into consideration. Respectfully yours Aylin Keuaahree (Miss Aylin Keuaahree) Student

I've mentioned before that the subs are a bit too generous and don't quite show how much Aylin limits her speech to the minimum she needs to get her point across. One thing that consistently gets subbed is how she differentiates between aliens and humans. But not every instance of human is the same. She does seem to differentiate between general observations about human behavior and specific humans she talks to, now even addressing them appropriately (albeit with the 'human' descriptor).

1) มนุษย์ครูใจร้าย /ma noot khruu jai raai/ = [You] are mean, teacher human. 2) มันเป็นหนทางที่เอเลี่ยนจะได้เจอเพื่อนนะ /man bpen hon thaang thee alien ja dai juuhr pheuuan na/

มนุษย์ชอบถามแปลก ๆ /ma noot chaawp thaam bplaaek bplaaek/ = Humans like to ask weird questions.

1) มนุษย์พี่เคยบอกเอง ว่าเรื่องที่เชื่อไม่ใช่เรื่องที่ไร้สาระ /ma noot phi koei baawk ehng - waa reuuang thee cheuua mai chai reuuang thee rai saa ra/ = [You] said so [your]self, senior human - that what [I] believe in isn't nonsense. 2) ทำไมมนุษย์ชอบกลับคำพูด /tham mai ma noot chaawp glap kham phuut/ = Why do humans like to go back on their word?

Luna, Mawin, and Ton

Thanks again, Tin, for helpfully giving us all the names lol:

Luna Lalita Chanthaboriboon ลูน่า ลลิตา จันทบริบูรณ์ /Luu-naa La-lee-dtaa Jan-tha-baw-ree-buun/

Luna is her nickname, her first name Lalita ลลิตา means pretty, charming, lovely, and her last name จันทบริบูรณ์ contains:

จันท /jan tha/ from จันทร์ /jan/ = moon;

บริบูรณ์ /baw ree buun/ = complete, full, perfect, abundant

พี่เป็นดวงจันทร์ต่างหาก /phi bpen duuang jan dtaang haak/

Moving on to the boys-

Mawin Kow(a)charoen มาวิน โค้วเจริญ /Maa-win Khoh(-wa)-ja-reern/ -> the added 'wa' would be for the same ease-of-pronunciation reason I explained earlier with Alpha's name

Mawin isn't a Thai name but his last name โค้วเจริญ consists of:

โค้ว* likely from หมูโค้ว /moo khoh/? = a pork belly dish

เจริญ /ja reern/ = the same as Charoen's name, meaning to pray/chant, to prosper, to thrive

Edit, addition by @recentadultburnout:

Based on the usual pattern, the *โค้ว in the surname โค้วเจริญ is likely a Chinese surname that got incorporated into a Thai one. โค้ว is one of the top ten most used ones among Chinese surnames in Thailand. As for [his first name] มาวิน, while it was indeed not originally Thai, it did have a meaning—a borrowed word plus slang of sorts. A winner or to win.

Ton Thanakorn Khajornyoo ต้น ธนกร ขจรอยู่ /Dtohn Tha-na-gaawn Kha-jaawn-yuu/

His first name ธนกร /tha na gaawn/ = to create assets/capital; rich, wealthy

His nickname Ton ต้น might stem haha from the plant (ต้น)ขจร /(dtohn) kha jaawn/, a type of vine. ต้น /dtohn/ is a prefix used for plants but it can also mean leader, chief, leading, beginning, etc.

His last name ขจรอยู่ /kha jawn yuu/ = is spread/spreading, emanating, diffusing

An addendum about Ton

Last week, I wondered if maybe Ton was a closeted gay guy because of a handful of instances where AJ's delivery of the typically-female polite ending particles ค่ะ/คะ /kha/ sounded pretty sassy (and because he's Ongsa's ex aka the biggest lesbian under the sun lol). After episode three, I'm pretty sure he's just a huge flirt with everyone regardless of gender, he just adjusts his particle use (and also his height!) accordingly to sweet-talk them all:

1) ว่าไงครับสุดหล่อ /waa ngai khrap soot laaw/ -> ครับ /khrap/ = typically-male polite ending particle 2) แต่คุณแอลคะ /dtaae khun Al kha/ -> คะ /kha/ = typically-female polite ending particle

And since he finger-guns his way into the student council room, I think we all know now that he's bi

"Filth-eating spirit"

ใครจะไปล่าแสงกระสือกับพี่ต้นบ้างครับ /khrai ja bpai laa saaeng gra seuu gap phi Ton baang khrap/

If that sounds familiar to you, you either know your Thai ghosts or you've seen this or other movies like it:

Inhuman Kiss or แสงกระสือ /saaeng gra seuu/, starring Minnie Phantira, Oab Oabnithi and Great Sapol

A Krasue is a type of evil spirit that possesses women and, when going out to hunt, leaves the body behind to be a floating head with internal organs still attached. It's translated as 'filth-eating' because a Krasue is cursed to feed on blood, organs, carrion etc. Ton calls the mysterious green light แสงกระสือ /saaeng gra seuu/ (=light of a Krasue) because sightings of a Krasue usually report them looking like a floating red or green orb. In that regard, they're comparable to will-o'-the-wisps!

#23.5 degrees #23.5 spoilers #thai gl #aylinluna #viewjune #view benyapa #june wanwimol #ford arun #aj chayapol #euro thanaset #inhuman kiss #local woman harps on about linguistics #if you're wondering why i keep spelling it Tin instead of how the subs do it- i refuse to adhere to the nonsense 'h' they put in there!#his name may have a silent h at the end (ติณห์) but that doesn't mean it's needed at all in the romanization and i stand by that 😤

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danistartt · 1 year

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Prince Charming- Jamie Tartt

alternative title: poopeh pairings: jamie tartt x reader, roy kent, jan maas warnings: language about: jamie's trip to the sewers

The field is empty when you pull into the parking lot.

You frown when you don’t see any bright jerseys floating around the grass, checking the time on your car screen to make sure practice is still supposed to be going on.

You’re only more confused when you realize it is, cocking your head at the green like it’ll answer. You find Jamie’s contact and reread the message he’d sent you an hour ago, ensuring that it was indeed today and not a week ago. The date reads as it had, Jamie’s request for you to bring a bag he’d forgotten still typed out in black.

You glance down at it on your lap, poking at it with an index finger before you look back up, nearly expecting the team to appear. It doesn’t. You sigh, pushing the car door open anyway.

One of the assistants opens the door for you, just as surprised that the team is absent as you were. You shrug at him and knock lightly on the door to the locker room, pushing it open a sliver when there isn’t the normal buzzing from the team.

Very confused, you heave a big sigh, striding near the coach’s office to peek inside there, too. No luck.

You slump onto the bench in front of Jamie’s locker, fiddling with the zipper on his bag as you search your pockets for your phone. You’re about to call him when the door opens with an ocean of familiar noise.

Graciously, only Jamie strides in, easily catching sight of you. His reaction is immediate and lovely, beautiful face stretching cheerily. “Hey, love.”

“Hi, Jamie,” you greet, standing to meet him when he arrives. “Brought your bag.” You swing it lightly on your finger to show him.

“Ah, you’re great,” he says, kissing your cheek before pulling you into a hug. Greedily, you let him, already having missed his presence.

You bury your face into his chest and subsequently pull back, your nose wrinkled. Doubtfully glancing back up at Jamie, you shoot him a look before leaning back in again to sniff suspiciously at his shoulder.

You pull back as far as you can in his arms and make a disapproving noise. “Jamie, why do you smell like shit?”

“Right, sorry love. Lasso took us to the sewers today,” he says, brows furrowing. “D’I really smell that bad?”

You stare up at him. “What?”

“One of his lessons. The system an’all.” He pinches the fabric of his shirt and takes a smell. His lips purse, he shakes his head. “Nothin’.”

“Maybe you got used to it down there,” you point out, smoothing the wrinkles he’d made. “Either way,” you begin, patting his chest, “take a nice shower before you get home, okay?”

He snorts, ducking down to give you a kiss.

You smile against him, thrusting his bag against his chest when he begins to push you toward his locker, his arms tight around your waist. “Nuh-uh. You have things to do, Jamie Tartt. Don’t start things you can’t finish.”

“Who says I can’t finish?” he asks, one of his stupidly handsome smirks on his lips.

You groan loudly, a gentle hand pushing his face away. “Prick. Get away from me.”

He laughs, his fingers crawling up your wrist to hold your hand. He brushes his lips against the bony hills below your fingers, eyes sparkling as he looks at you. You shudder, feeling his smile on your skin.

“Prick,” you repeat, softer.

“Yeah,” he admits, “but you like it.”

“Only a little,” you confess, letting him kiss you again.

A door slams. Footsteps pause, and then, disgusted: “Get a fucking room!” Roy. He says hi to you a lot kinder, but the embarrassment refuses to ease.

You choke, pulling back so hard you slam your head against the wall. You crane your neck down, hiding behind Jamie’s figure.

“Oi, stop screamin’!” Jamie screams back, a heavy palm warm just above your neck. The door to the office slams behind Roy as Jamie shakes his head, brows knitted together. His thumb rubs around a thready ache. “Fuckin’ old fuck,” he mutters, softer now. His pretty eyes look into yours.

You giggle. “He’s right.”

“You wanna get a room?” he asks.

“I should go,” you correct, pecking him quickly before he can convince you to stay with his sad little pout and round eyes. “Say hi to the team for me.”

“We heard,” Jan Maas says from far away.

Many more voices chime in with a greeting.

“Will you lot shut up?” Jamie says.

“I’ll see you soon,” you laugh, blowing him another kiss.

“I’ll try to wash off the smell!” he calls.

“Prince Charming!” you croon, letting the door close behind you.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt reader insert #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt fluff #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you

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variousqueerthings · 1 year

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if one wants to read most of the (primary-tertiary) team members + affiliates as queer/queer adjacent, which I do for the heck of it:

obviously colin and trent are gay. will's just had his first threesome. keeley's been openly bi for awhile

ted's figuring himself out later in life, after thinking he was straight for a long time and now firmly divorced. higgins surprises everyone by casually mentioning he had a thing with a guy way back before he got married and of course his wife knows. jamie's been feeling more confident as a bisexual man (did keeley know is the question) once his dad is out of the picture. roy's been pushing that shit down for years, because he's slightly older than the rest of the players and his time was way more mired in homophobia than even today

isaac's questioning some things, mainly if all this dating and sex is really as interesting as the football. bumbercatch is unclear, since he just goes on a rant about how current-day sexuality and gender are constructs that need to be torn down and rebuilt in order to fight capitalist colonialist fascism. zoreaux/van damme mostly agrees with bumbercatch and high-fives him. montlaur says that he doesn't discriminate, because sex is a beautiful thing with any model. dani rojas semi-misunderstands montlaur and agrees with a "love is love, no matter who it is with" and he definitely had an intense homoerotic friendship in mexico (he relates to almodóvar films)

the rest of the team for the most part are unclear, due to the fact that most of them decide to give their queer credentials at the exact same time in response to colin's coming out, but the cacophony is cheerful

which leaves beard, rebecca, nate, and sam. I kind of like the idea of beard being someone who's confidently straight, because he went out and gave sex with men a go. he's also got that cis+ thing going for him, in that once he learned about trans theory he read all the books and was like. "hmm" for a couple of days, before going "yeah, bein a dude is good for me." rebecca is mostly straight, but if the right girl came along (the right girl would be butch + in her 40s-60s, because really what she's into is competency and a certain kind of masculinity) + she and sassy used to casually make out sometimes. nate is a flipping mess in terms of self-awareness, he could go any way at this point in his life. has he stared at a footballer for longer than is considered "strictly chill"? maybe, but he'll never tell

sam is straight, but he's the one who gets everyone's shit together and organises the pride work they do, because he's also the guy who inspires the rest of the team to get fucking organised (next to jamie)

jan maas is also straight. maybe. who knows - the rest of the team think, considering what was experienced in amsterdam - if any dutch people are straight...

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #colin hughes #trent crimm #roy kent #sam obisanya #isaac mcadoo #richard montlaur #dani rojas #thierry zoreaux #moe bumbercatch #will kitman #keeley jones #leslie higgins #jan maas #nathan shelley #rebecca welton #coach beard

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sighonaraa · 24 days

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Rosé, I think, if you want to get technical, but close enough!

she's beautiful.......

for you, my love, a wee bit of a brand-new wip (!) that i'm working on for the whump bingo card i received (!!!!!!):

“I think I’d rather walk over hot coals from here to France than do this,” Colin informs the occupants of the first car as they slather sunscreen onto each others’ backs and wait for the second car to arrive. It’s Roy driving that one, and Sam is convinced that he refused to let Jamie touch the GPS, or Moe the radio. He imagines all of them sitting there in silence as Roy becomes steadily more aware of his mistakes, and shudders. Alhamdulillah he got assigned to Isaac’s van. “But then you would have to be in France,” says Jan Maas, a pair of sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He’s standing at the edge of the forest, looking for all the world like a cryptid that crawled its way free of the trees and then immediately realized its mistakes. Colin’s mouth screws up in disgust. “Damn.” “I take enormous offense to this,” says Richard, huffily. Then, pinching the spot where he’s applying sunscreen to Zoreaux’s upper bicep, “Quit moving.” “Sorry,” Zoreaux says. “I don’t want to be here.”

#ask #bluestone-dragon #thank youuuu for the rose my love MWAH <3 #yes this is a team bonding activity via hiking in the middle of summer. no this won't go horribly wrong. obviously.............#sid speaks #ted lasso

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chaotic-gay-is-my-alignment · 1 year

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I just hope when Zava breaks Dani's big, kind, beautiful, golden retriever heart next episode, he immediately gets read to shreds by Jan Maas and ends up crying in the shower or sth

#poor dani #this is not going to go well for him :(#but honestly i hope everyone jumps in to defend him #he deserves better than to have a crush on this guy :(#ted lasso #dani rojas #zava #jan maas

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hopefulromances · 11 months

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can i get “I’m the only one allowed to say that about them.” with roy and f reader please?

Omg yes pls!

You and Roy entered the dining room, arms wrapped around each others waists in the annoying way that only couples madly in love do. It was richmond's annual charity ball and you and Roy liked to come together and bet on how much each lad would go for.

You thought it was rather barbaric but Roy insisted that it was the only way he could survive these things. The ballroom was gorgeous and you quickly spied Keeley by the bar instructing some press to wait outside.

You squeezed Roy's waist to gain his attention. "You gonna be alright while I go say hi to Keeley?"

"Course I will, I'm not a fucking toddler," he grunted back, relasing you from his grip.

"No, but you act like one sometimes when you're grump," you teased, reaching down to grab his hand. You kissed the back of his hand with a wink. "Back in a sec."

And you were off, squealing hello to Keeley. He watched you with a fond smile, wondering how he was so lucky to get someone like you. He made his way to the bar and ordered your drink, something too fruity for him to stand except when it was made by you.

"Oi, is that (Y/n)?" Isaac's voice from a bit away caught Roy's attention. "She is right fit, bruv."

"Don't let Roy hear you say that," Colin hissed, smacking Isaac on the back side of the head.

"What! I'm just saying what we're all thinking."

"Isaac is right, (Y/N) is quite beautiful," Jan Maas joined in.

Roy frowned and spun around to find the group just behind him, staring directly at you.

"OI!" He shouted, causing all of them to jump. Colin just about jumped into Isaac's arms nudging him in a 'I told you so' kind of way. "What the fuck do you think your saying?"

"Nuthin! We weren't sayin' nuthin!" Isaac defended, trying to maintain his cool. "We just think that (Y/N) is looking stunnin' tonight is all."

The boys all nodded in agreement.

"I'm not fucking stupid. I'm standing two fucking feet away," Roy barked, glaring at them "I’m the only one allowed to say that about them, you got that?"

"Yes, Coach!"

"Now fuck off, all of you"

The boys scattered, running into each other as they all tried to leave the situation. You came upon them as they were leaving, trying to exchange hellos but none of them would so much as look at you. You looked at Roy suspiciously.

"What did you do?" You sussed, narrowing your eyes at him.

He turned around and grabbeed your drink to hand to you. "I got you a drink."

You shook your head at him, but couldn't help the smile that came over your face. "I like you a lot."

"Yeah I know," He grumbled, pulling you back towards him. "I like you a lot, too."

#Roy Kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent x you #roy kent x y/n #ted lasso #ted lasso show

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jamiesfootball · 10 months

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@sighonaraa you opened the door on this so here we go:

PACIFIC RIM AU

Ted and Beard? Hella drift compatible. Shouldn't even need to be said. Since becoming a dad, Ted has struggled to justify his job as a trainer for the Pan Pacific Defense Corp, but damnit someone has to care about these pilots. Someone's gotta train them to make it out alive. So many of them die young.

He wonders sometimes if its selfish of him that he's not a pilot himself, but there's no hiding that sort of thinking in the drift. The Beard he knows in the drift is the gentlest man in the world, and he always, always, talks Ted down from doing anything stupid.

Rebecca is what happens when the drift goes sour. Rupert used what he learned to dig his claws in further. Rebecca was never a pilot, but Rupert's money helped built all of this. Even though she left him, even though he's halfway across the Pacific and she's the one left running everything, his voice remains in her head like a ghost. It's only by having people like Keeley and Ted at her side that she's begun to think 'maybe I'll try again some day. maybe.'

The tragedy of Roy Kent is that he didn't die young. Recruits have been calling him an old man since he turned thirty. He's almost forty. He's outlived all the recruits who first called him old. At this point he's become so overbearing, so controlling in a drift, that he's almost impossible to find a partner for.

Everyone is bewildered when one of the new recruits, some hot-headed mollusk they pried out of Manchester of all places, takes the general compatibility test and his scores come back. They check and they check again, and then they reluctantly call in Roy Kent.

Roy dislikes him instantly. He's too cocky and he doesn't take the risks seriously. They have one sparring session. Roy curses the sixth sense years of piloting have given him. They're drift compatible. Offensively so. Why won't the world give him a break?

Their first and only test drift is an unmitigated disaster. They nearly destroy one of the last functioning Jaegers; repairs will take months. Both of them walk away from the experience scraped raw and haunted by the knowledge they'll have to carry about each other for the rest of their lives.

Meanwhile Colin and Isaac are two guys from different departments who happened to meet in the lift one day. They ended up at the cafeteria talking for hours about everything and nothing, and the next day they got tested on a lark, even though neither was in the training program. Scores came back off the chart, they are now in the training program. It's terrifying. They wouldn't trade it for the world.

Richard and Jan Maas are barely drift compatible and shouldn't be let anywhere near a giant robot but somehow they keep winning so-

Keeley is the cutie on the bridge who gets to wear the bright colorful suspenders and run the clock.

Moe is one of those crazy scientists, but I couldn't decide which one so he might be both idk

Actually I've decided that Trent Crimm is Newton. He's not a scientist per se but he is a researcher and has fantastic style and rock t-shirts.

Oh and there's a sweet moment in here where Dani offers to drift with Jamie even though they basically just met and it is beautiful and healing. Dani is one of the most all-around drift compatible people around, but he really loves his amigo Jamie.

Sam is also a pilot in training and everyone in the world is like 'please no don't let the kaiju kill him or truly there is there no god in this world'

#now this is a total lark and definitely never getting written even a little #but I had fun #I don't know why this has become the weekend of sharing AU ideas but here we are #ted lasso #pacific rim au #ask box #i swear i worked on real writing today I just need a break

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valdomarx · 1 year

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Roy had it all planned out: he was going to spend six weeks in a beautiful villa in Marbella with his gorgeous girlfriend and it was going to be relaxing and cultured and oh so romantic.

But life is capricious and fate is cruel, so instead he found himself dumped by his girlfriend and in a beautiful villa in Marbella on a romantic getaway with Jamie fucking Tartt.

Keeley had been very kind and as gentle about ending things as she could be, but Roy knew the signs of someone progressing out of his league. He’d saved her the discomfort of a protracted fizzle out by being the one to say the words, but he was pretty sure that she would soon be moving on to better things and he would not.

She had insisted — like, really insisted — that he take this holiday though, and because this was fucking Richmond AFC and it was packed to the rafters with gossipy old women, rumours were spreading within hours that his relationship was on the rocks and was he going on holiday on his own.

He would have been annoyed about that, would have preferred to lick his wounds in private, but the day he arrived in Marbella an entire entourage had turned up at his door. Half the team was there, bustling into his rented villa with cans of cheap beer and bags of crisps and bottles of sunscreen, and by the time the doorbell stopped ringing his living room was crammed with cheery, excited lads, and perhaps it was actually kind of sweet.

They’d spent three weeks swimming in the sea and eating tapas, staying out too late at fancy bars and dancing like idiots at expensive clubs. Sam had taught them all to windsurf — a man of hidden talents, that one — and Isaac enthusiastically organised games of beach volleyball. Dani nominated himself head chef for the holiday, and Jan Maas was in charge of carrying home anyone who fell down on their longer nights out.

It was, to Roy’s frank astonishment, really rather fun, and certainly better than moping alone.

And thank fuck, not once did anyone mention Keeley or ask him to talk about his fucking feelings.

Soon the three weeks had been up, and it was time for the team to return home. But for some unknown fucking reason, Jamie had decided that he was staying. No arguments or recriminations or any amount of yelling would move him. He’d simply planted himself on Roy’s sofa and announced that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Some fucking misguided sense of loyalty or some shit. Roy should never have hugged the prick at the end of the season.

(Nah, he couldn’t regret that. He did get them promoted. But why the fuck Jamie thought he had to stay now, Roy couldn’t say.)

So they’d settled into… something. The first few days Roy lazed about on the balcony overlooking the sea, and Jamie mostly read (who knew he could read?) and stayed out of his way. They ate dinner together at cosy, casual restaurants, and it was… okay. It was fine.

Jamie would get up early to go for a run before the day got too hot, and Roy would get up late and make coffee for them both. Jamie would pick up pastries from the bakery on the way home, then they’d share breakfast and talk about their plans for the day and Roy didn’t hate it.

It felt like a respite, like they were extracted into a bubble of sunshine, pausing for a while while the world spun on without them.

Jamie arrived back from his run one morning literally bouncing with excitement. “I took this new route, right, and I saw these sculptures in town, right? And they’re by Salvador fucking Dalí! The absolute legend. How cool is that? We gotta go visit em!”

As Jamie bounced off to shower, Roy very quickly googled Salvador Dalí and saw a lot of chat about surrealism and impressionism and some other arty shit he didn’t understand. When Jamie came back he nodded sagely like of course he knew who Dalí was, and was just surprised that Jamie did too.

They went and looked at the statues. They certainly were, uhh, shaped.

Then they walked around the rest of the city, and all day long Jamie babbled out facts about Marbella and Dalí like he’d swallowed a fucking guide book. Roy mostly tuned it out. It was hard to maintain his distant, grouchy air though, when Jamie was so enthused. Like he was having the time of his life, as if there were literally no place on Earth he’d rather be and no person he’d rather be regaling with the full artistic history of Spain.

It was fucking weird, is what it was. And weirder still, Roy found himself almost enjoying it.

That night, Roy declared he’d had enough of eating out and he was going to cook dinner himself. Jamie sat and watched, wide-eyed, as Roy sliced vegetables and grilled some chicken, and Roy snarked at him for being a fucking child who didn’t know how to cook, and Jamie sassed him about being an old man preparing food for the whole retirement home.

They ate dinner together on the balcony, the last rays of the setting sun painting the sky and the salt tang of the sea in the air, and it wasn’t terrible.

During their last week in Marbella, Jamie told Roy he was considering a momentous and important decision and would need his support and understanding during this life-changing time.

Turned out he was getting a fucking haircut.

Roy had resolutely refused to listen to a moment’s more fretting about the various merits of warm versus cool toned shades and the importance of feathering to maintain volume and shape, and had kicked him out of the villa to go to the salon.

Jamie’s hair had grown out since the end of the season, flopping in soft curtains over his eyes. When he came back it was shot through with highlights, streaks of silvery brightness contrasting against the mousy brown beneath.

It looked… sun-kissed, was the expression. Like the warmth of Marbella had left its imprint on him, as if Jamie himself were brighter and lighter because of his time here.

“It’s very. Blonde.” Roy managed.

“It’s walnut mist, actually,” Jamie pouted.

“Whatever.”

Their last night in the villa arrived faster than Roy had anticipated. He was well rested and well fed, and the new season would be starting soon so they really did need to go home. Still, he found himself strangely disinclined to leave.

But time waits for no man, as nice as the pause had been.

Roy had expected Jamie would want to go out for their last night, to make it a big evening on the town. But he’d smiled softly and said, “Nah, fuck that, let’s stay in and cook, yeah?” instead, and that took Roy so much by surprise he didn’t realise Jamie had volunteered him to do the cooking until he was already chopping.

“Oi! Tartt!”

Jamie popped his head round the kitchen door.

“Get in here and help me chop these veg.”

Jamie did as he was told, and while he had seemingly no knowledge of cooking whatsoever — how was it possible that a grown man didn’t know how to chop a carrot? — he did follow instructions well.

Roy put on some music, and they opened a bottle of wine, and between them they pulled together a decent meal out of whatever was left in the fridge.

They ate on the balcony again, the stars gleaming overhead in the clear night sky.

At some point Roy asked, offhand, what Jamie had been reading, and Jamie got very excited and told him all about this book Ted had given him. Roy was treated to an in-depth analysis of The Beautiful and the Damned, and how it seemed at first that it was all about banging parties and beautiful women and having fun, yeah? But then, like, it all goes to shit? Because this guy thought he was living it up and having the best time but actually he was being selfish and it was making him miserable, right? Because, like, money and glamour and all that shit ain’t actually what it’s about, is it? That ain’t what makes life worthwhile?

Roy sipped his wine and hid a smile. Ted really did have a way with people, the fucker.

“It was well good.”Jamie beamed in conclusion. “What about you, though? You doing alright? About… About Keeley and everything?”

The question caught Roy off guard. He’d been actively trying to dodge his feelings about the breakup, but if anyone could understand what it was like to be dumped by Keeley, it was Jamie.

He sighed. “It’s rough, innit?”

Jamie tipped his glass. “That it is.”

“I think I knew it was gonna happen, though. She’s amazing, don’t get me wrong, but I dunno if we really fit together any more. She was busy with work, and I was just hanging on, you know?” It was easier that he’d have thought, talking to Jamie about this stuff. “It was probably for the best.”

Jamie nodded contemplatively. “You’ll be alright. You’ll find someone you do fit with.” He glanced up for a moment, meeting Roy’s gaze, then quickly looked away.

Roy allowed himself a moment of wistfulness. “That’d be nice.”

“Who could resist the charms of Roy Kent? He’s a grouchy old fuck but he cooks a decent meal.”

“Fuck off,” Roy laughed, the ease of it sloughing the sadness off him.

“He swears a lot but he’s got a heart of gold.”

“Do I fuck, I’m dark and complex.”

“Ha! You’re a fucking teddy bear, mate, you can't hide it from me.”

“Only cause you’re a nosy wanker.”

Jamie grinned, bright and warm, eyes sparkling, and Roy let himself bask in it.

“Have you had fun though? On holiday?” Jamie’s voice was light, but he was biting his lip, a hint of nervous excitement about him.

Roy smiled in spite of himself. It had been ridiculous, and messy, and childish, and delightful. Yeah, it had been fun.

He raised his glass. "It's been…" he flicked a half smile, "memorable."

Jamie clinked their glasses together, looking at Roy a bit too intensely.

His voice dropped low and husky, and it pinged something deep in Roy's hindbrain. "We could make it more memorable."

They stared at each for a second, Roy's arm frozen halfway to taking a drink. The sound of the waves crashed in the background.

This was a bad idea. This was a bad idea.

"Fuck it, yeah, alright."

Roy shoved the dining table aside and Jamie pounced on him, pushing him back against his seat to straddle him.

Jamie was heavy, his thick muscular thighs pressing Roy in place, grinding their hips together with tempting friction.

He licked his lips and Roy wondered for one strange moment if Jamie was going to kiss him, but instead he buried his face in Roy's neck, teeth dragging along the sensitive skin there. His hands roamed over Roy's shirt, up under the waistband and over the now padded planes of his stomach.

Roy had gone from nought to one hundred in seconds, and his cock was hard between them. Jamie didn't waste time, just went straight for his belt with a focused determination that reminded Roy of him preparing to take a penalty.

He got on his knees so gladly.

"Mmm. Good lad," Roy said, and Jamie shivered. Roy unzipped his trousers and held out his cock like an offering, letting Jamie sink his mouth around it and enveloping him in wet heat.

He looked good between Roy's legs, forehead creased in concentration, eyes slipping shut, luscious lips stretched around Roy's cock and throat working hard.

Roy put his hands in Jamie's hair (softer now, his brain supplied, and sun-kissed). He ran his fingers through the stands, holding onto the back of Jamie's head and guiding him up and down on his cock.

Jamie took it well, letting Roy guide him for a few minutes before he did something with his tongue that made Roy tighten his grip on his hair, tugging at it, and Jamie moaned around his cock obscenely.

There was no rush this time, none of the frantic impatience of their last encounter. Jamie took his time, warming Roy up slowly, every moment deliberate, almost like he was savouring it. The daylight had faded and soft light from inside spilled across Jamie’s face, throwing it half into shadow.

Roy felt soft and molten, full of good food and warmed by weeks of sunshine and satisfied by Jamie and his goddamn miracle of a tongue.

“That’s good,” he growled. “That’s fucking good.”

Jamie moaned around him, a blush forming on his cheeks, and it said something about Jamie that sucking dick didn’t make him blush but a bit of praise fucking did.

Roy sighed, and decided he was feeling generous.

“You’re doing so well, sucking my cock. Your mouth feels fucking great.”

Jamie squirmed some more and took Roy deeper, the bit of positive reinforcement only gearing him up to try even harder at what he was doing. Roy got the feeling that was going to be a pattern with Jamie.

“You like that, don’t you? I fucking like it too.” Jamie’s eyes had that glazed-over, pleasure-drunk look that Roy was really starting to enjoy. “Do that thing with your tongue again. You know how I want it.”

Jamie did, flattening his tongue against the underside of Roy’s dick and undulating it, and Roy’s hands closed instinctively around Jamie’s hair, holding him in place. Jamie did it again, and again, and each time the coil inside Roy wound tighter and tighter until he snapped and yanked Jamie’s head forward, fucking his mouth in hot, tight little bursts.

Light and heat and pleasure pinged the inside of his brain and he came with a groan, all the tension and worry of the past season sliding off him and leaving him boneless and satiated.

Jamie swallowed, taking every last drop, his eyes blissed out and rapturous like he was receiving a sacrament. Roy wondered for a moment what it would be like to haul Jamie into his lap and lick the taste of himself out of his mouth, salty and bitter with the combined taste of them both.

He had meant to reciprocate this time, he really had — he wasn't a total arsehole — but Jamie had pulled away and already had a hand shoved into his pants, working himself off.

Roy took in the view: Jamie's heaving chest, the beads of sweat at his temples, the way he was jerking himself hard and fast, the perfect o of his mouth as it fell open. Before he'd had his fill of looking, Jamie was coming in shaky bursts, eyes scrunched shut and breath ragged.

He collapsed against Roy's leg, and Roy stroked a gentle hand through his hair, petting him as his breath slowed.

The night was warm, and the breeze carried the scent of the sea, and Jamie's hair was like white sand running through his fingers.

#tfw you write the fic you wish to see in the world 😌#roy x jamie #roy kent #jamie tartt #ted lasso #my writing

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buginateacup · 1 year

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Question for the AFC Himbo girlies, who is your favourite background Himbo? I have a soft spot for both Winston and O'Brien

Some clarification, there are 3-4 levels of himbo to choose from

Tier 1: Significant character arcs and screen time. Isaac, Colin, Sam and Jamie all count as tier one.

Tier 2: Minor character arcs but decent screentime and plenty of lines Dani and Zoreaux.

Tier 3: Screentime and lines but remain the same beautiful idiots the whole way through. Richard and Jan Maas. Also Moe Bumbercatch but in the same way a fin breaks the surface and you know there is something much bigger under the water

Tier 4: 0-3 lines but present. Background himbos. Goodman, Winston, Babatunde O'Brien etc...

#i love watching the background himbos #and seeing their little arcs and habits #ted lasso #afc richmond himbos

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ofstarsandvibranium · 8 months

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Go For It

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: There's a bit of tension between you and Isaac since he doesn't want you to get hurt by any of his teammates, especially Jamie. But you're a grown woman and you what you want.

Meet Cousin McAdoo | Caffeine Crash | Tour de Richmond

It'd been a few days since you've seen Jamie. You figured you'd keep your distance since Isaac was making a big fuss about you two hanging out.

Eventually, you said "fuck it". You're a grown woman and Isaac can't tell you what to do. You wanted to see Jamie again. Therefore, you came by the pitch in the middle of their practice. Isaac was taking you to a show at the West End later so it'd make things easier for him anyway.

"Hey, Roy!," you nod to the coach, who gives you a grunt in response.

Your presence is noticed by the boys who all give you nods and waves. Your eyes lock with Jamie's and you smile, giving him a wave. He smiles and waves back but then when he sees everyone looking at him, he immediately stops and looks down.

You sigh, "Did Isaac give him a talk?"

"Gave everyone a talk. You're off limits."

You groan, "For fuck's sake. I can see whoever I please."

"Whoever you please? Like Jamie?"

You cross your arms over your chest, "Maybe...has he mentioned me?"

"Maybe he has. Maybe he hasn't," he matches your pose but looks a lot more intimidating than you, "What would your intentions be with him?"

You snort, "I'm not like a gold digger or something, Roy. I like Jamie. He's funny and sweet," you let your arms drop, "I get it though. You're protective of him."

Roy drops his arms too and scoffs, "I'm not protective of him. He's lil' prick!"

You pat his shoulder, "Suuuree. Try all you want, Roy. But I'm well aware of how that mean exterior covers up what a complete softie you are inside," you poke his cheek and then turn your attention onto the pitch, "If I go over there, will you hurt me?"

"Do you want to take that risk?"

You shrug, "I'm sure I'll be fine," you say as you walk onto the pitch to approach your cousin.

"Hey."

"You were supposed to come after practice was over," Isaac states as he's watching his teammates dribble balls up and down the pitch."

"I got bored. Figured I'd watch hot sweaty men kick a ball around."

Isaac grabs a ball and lightly kicks to you, "Have a go?"

"Alright," you toss your things to the side and do your best to control the ball.

The guys cheer you on as you do your best to keep the ball as close to you as possible. Sometimes you'd kick it a bit too hard and you'd chase after it.

"WHISTLE! Five minutes then scrimmage!" Roy yells and you plop yourself onto the grass. Isaac tosses you a spare water bottle and you drink from it.

"That was fun."

"You're not very good," Jan Maas states, which earns him a slap to the chest from Bumbercatch.

You laugh, "No, it's okay. I'm well aware my football skills are lacking. Maybe I should show up at practice to learn from you guys!"

"Wouldn't mind having a beautiful woman here to motivate us," Richard says with a wink but then scurries away from Isaac's intimidating gaze.

You lightly kick Isaac's ankle, "Oi! Knock it off! It's just shameless flirting."

Jamie then walks by you, giving you a nod, as he grabs his water bottle a small distance from you.

"You alright, Jamie?" you ask.

You watch as he glances from Isaac to you, "Yeah. I'm good." He continues to look down, avoiding you.

You roll your eyes and stand with a grunt. You approach Jamie with a whisper, "Hey."

"I'm not really allowed-"

"Oh fuck whatever Isaac says. He's being dumb and overprotective. Listen-"

Five minutes are up! Scrimmage! Now!" Roy yells and you groan.

"Sorry. I need to go," Jamie tosses his bottle down and heads back onto the pitch.

You're not going to let Jamie avoid you. You grab a spare jersey for the team Jamie was one and joined the pitch. Everyone looked at you confused.

"What? I'm bored and wanna see what all the fuss is about!"

The guys then looked at Isaac on what to do. He shrugs, "Let's show 'er how it's done, boys!" they all cheer but then he puffs his chest out and says, "But if any of you hurt her, you're dead!"

The cheering immediately stops.

"I'll be fine! Let's go!" You look to Roy who gives you a questioning look. You give him a nod and he yells, "WHISTLE" and the scrimmage starts.

You do your best to keep up with them. Dani kicks you the ball and you're screaming as you head towards the goal.

"Jamie!" you kick it towards him and he grins, kicking it back to you, yelling, "Go for it!"

You run, kicking the ball as hard as you can and everyone stops as it flies through the air and into the net.

You and the guys burst out in cheers and hollers. Jamie runs over to you and picks you up. He spins you around but then sets you back down as the guys crowd you. They're jumping around and cheering, patting you on the back. You never expected them to be so excited for you.

You laugh as Roy goes over to break it up and get back to playing. Jamie stays back as the rest of the guys head to their positions, "You trying to steal me job?"

You snort, "Hey, you told me to go for it."

"True."

He starts to head back but you call out for him, "Jamie!"

"Yeah?"

You hesitate for a moment, but then that voice inside is yelling, 'Fuck it all!'

"Y/N?" he calls your name, walking closer to you.

You smile shyly, "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Your question clearly takes him by surprise. His eyes widen and brows shoot up, "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Jamie, we're grown adults. We don't have to do what Isaac says."

"He said he'll punch me in me face if I even look at you! And I like me face unpunched!" you couldn't help but laugh the slightly frightened look on his face.

You place a hand on his shoulder, "I'll deal with him. Are you free Friday night?"

"Yeah. I can be free Friday night," he smirks at you.

"Great. I'll grab your number before I leave then."

"Fucking mint," he says in disbelief, smiling widely at you.

"TARTT! HURRY UP, YOU PRICK!" Roy shouts.

"I'm coming!" Jamie yells back and he's running to the pitch, a big smile on his face.

#jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt fic #fem!reader #f!reader #female!reader

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nancywheeeler · 1 year

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actually the biggest takeaway from this episode is that jan maas and isaac think nate is beautiful and they are right to say that.

#and isaac believes in nate's redemption! his transformation is gonna be on the inside!#ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso #a shout into the void

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self-made-cages · 1 year

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Morgan's 2023 Reading List ✨📚

Jan 2: Truly Madly Guilty - Liane Moriarty (1 star)

Jan 4: True Biz - Sara Nović (4.5 stars)

Jan 15: Spare - Prince Harry (4 stars)

Jan 20: Blood of Olympus - Rick Riordan (re-read) (3 stars)

Jan 23: This Time Tomorrow - Emma Straub (3.5 stars)

Jan 25: The Last Thing He Told Me - Laura Dave (3.5 stars)

Feb 2: Beartown - Fredrik Backman (5 stars)

Feb 5: The Hawthorne Legacy - Jennifer Lynn Barnes (4 stars)

Feb 6: The Final Gambit - Jennifer Lynn Barnes (3.5 stars)

Feb 19: Iona Iverson's Rules for Commuting - Clare Pooley (4 stars)

Feb 19: The Unsinkable Greta James - Jennifer E. Smith (2.5 stars)

Feb 28: Where’d You Go, Bernadette? - Maria Semple (5 stars)

Mar 15: A Court of Thorns and Roses - Sarah J. Maas (4 stars)

Mar 20: A Court of Mist and Fury - Sarah J. Maas (5 stars)

Mar 23: A Court of Wings and Ruin - Sarah J. Maas (4 stars)

Mar 25: The Quarantine Princess Diaries - Meg Cabot (2.5 stars)

Mar 26: A Court of Frost and Starlight - Sarah J. Maas (4 stars)

Mar 31: The Mutual Friend - Carter Bays (4 stars)

April 5: From Blood and Ash - Jennifer L. Armentrout (3.5 stars)

April 9: A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire - Jennifer L. Armentrout (4.5 stars)

April 15: The Crown of Gilded Bones - Jennifer L. Armentrout (3 stars)

April 19: The War of Two Queens -Jennifer l Armentrout (3 stars)

April 23: The Reading List - Sara Nisha Adams (3 stars)

April 30: Lessons in Chemistry - Bonnie Garmus (5 stars)

May 6: Happy Place - Emily Henry (4.5 stars)

May 10: Everything Beautiful in Its Time - Jenna Bush Hager (not rating)

May 13: Well Met - Jen DeLuca (3 stars)

May 21: The Last Mrs. Parrish - Liv Constantine (2.5 stars)

May 25: The Displacements - Bruce Holsinger (4 stars)

May 27: Rock the Boat - Beck Dorey-Stein (4.5 stars)

May 31: Damn Few - Rorke Denver (not rating)

June 14: A Court of Silver Flames - Sarah J. Maas (2 stars)

June 25: Prisoners of Geography - Tim Marshall (not rating)

June 27: A Court of Mist and Fury - Sarah J. Maas (reread)

July 2: Pineapple Street - Jenny Jackson (4 stars)

July 5: Once More With Feeling - Elissa Sussman (2 stars)

July 13: It All Comes Down to This - Therese Anne Fowler (3.5 stars)

July 15: Mad Honey - Jodi Picoult & Jennifer Finney Boylan (4 stars)

July 27: The Secret History - Donna Tart (3 stars)

July 29: The Comeback Summer - Ali Brady (4 stars)

July 30: The It Girl - Ruth Ware (4 stars)

August 5: The Night Circus - Erin Morgenstern (4 stars)

August 6: Educated - Tara Westover (not rating)

August 9: The First 90 Days - Michael D. Watkins (not rating)

August 11: This is How it Always Is - Laurie Frankel (5 stars)

August 20: Demon Copperhead - Barbara Kingsolver (4.5 stars)

August 27: A Soul of Ash and Blood - Jennifer L. Armentrout (1.5 stars)

August 30: The Alice Network - Kate Quinn (3.5 stars)

September 4: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue - V.E. Schwab (4.5 stars)

September 15: This Is How You Lose the Time War - Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone (4 stars)

September 17: Hotel Laguna - Nicola Harrison (2 stars)

September 24: We're All Adults Here - Emma Straub (5 stars)

September 26: A Bend in the Road - Nicholas Sparks (1.5 stars)

October 5: The Celebrants - Steven Rowley (2.5 stars)

October 8: Anxious People - Fredrik Backman (3.5 stars)

October 9: Born a Crime - Trevor Noah (not rating)

October 14: The Wishing Game - Meg Shaffer (4 stars)

October 16: Counting the Cost - Jill Duggar (not rating)

October 18: Love and Other Words - Christina Lauren (2.5 stars)

October 22: Rules of Civility - Amor Towles (4 stars)

October 29: Maybe You Should Talk To Someone - Lori Gottlieb (not rating)

October 30: Troublemaker - Leah Remini (not rating)

November 2: Pride & Prejudice - Jane Austen (3.5 stars)

November 7: Good Girl Complex - Elle Kennedy (1.5 stars)

November 23: Modern Lovers - Emma Straub (2 stars)

November 25: Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros (3.5 stars)

December 3: Daisy Jones and The Six - Taylor Jenkins Reid (2.5 stars)

December 6: Know My Name - Chanel Miller (not rating)

December 10: Girl in the Blue Coat - Monica Hesse (2.5 stars)

December 15: The Circus Train - Anita Parikh (2 stars)

December 20: Catch and Kill - Ronan Farrow (not rating)

December 22: Today Will Be Different - Maria Semple (4 stars)

December 27: Iron Flame - Rebecca Yarros (4.5 stars)

December 29: Vampire Academy - Michelle Mead (1 star)

December 30: Percy Jackson: The Chalice of the Gods - Rick Riordan (5 stars)

#morgan reads

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