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BLIND DATE — JAMIE TARTT
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pairing: jamie tartt x reader
description: you and jamie never saw eye to eye. when keeley offers to set you up on a blind date and it’s him that turns up, you’re irritated. but you’re soon to find out that maybe she’s right… maybe he has changed.
warnings: enemies to lovers if you squint bc there’s not much angsty content it’s more implied, swearing, alcohol consumption, fluff at the end because that’s my mf baby
author’s note: i live and breathe enemies to lovers jamie tartt content so this is sooo self indulgent and fluffy ish at the end.
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“You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me?”
You’d already been reluctant when Keeley Jones begged you to let her set you up with someone she knew.
Your best friend had been going on at you about needing to ‘get yourself out there’ for ages now — and the only reason you had given in to her request was so that she’d back off a bit.
But now, as the one and only Jamie fucking Tartt approached your table, your dress felt especially clingy and your palms felt especially sweaty.
“Y/N,” Jamie smirked, having always enjoyed getting under your skin, “You look fucking stunnin’, and really fucking happy to see me.”
You rolled your eyes as he sat down, “Why the hell would Keeley set me up with you of all people?”
Jamie pushed his hair out of his face, and you couldn’t help but take his whole look in as he removed his jacket and adjusted his shirt.
Okay, he may have been a massive prick — but not even you could deny that he wasn’t exactly a chore to look at. Just a chore to listen to.
“See, Y/N, I hear ya voice complaining,” he quipped, leaning forward to rest his chin on his palm as his other hand waved over a waiter, “But you’re still checking me out. Like what you see, eh?”
Before you had a chance to snap back at the walking irritant in front of you, the waiter was at your table taking your drinks orders.
A large glass of wine to cool your nerves would do nicely was what you had decided before he’d arrived — but now a bottle seemed more appropriate.
Of course, when you asked for this Jamie just smiled smugly, “Yeah, you know what? Me ‘n the lady will share. Bring us your most expensive bottle of Pinot Grigio, yeah?”
You tried not to cringe at his mispronunciation.
You sighed, sipping at the table water you’d already been brought as the waiter nodded and rushed away.
“Now where were we, love?”
“You were being arrogant, I was still trying to figure out how I’ve ended up sat opposite you… Just like old times.”
Jamie scoffed, “Oh no, I was simply observin’ that you checked me out. Don’t worry, love, I was checking you out too. Like I said, you’re stunnin’.”
You hated that he could so obviously see his words had affected you — a crimson blush immediately staining your cheeks as he quirked his eyebrow in acknowledgement.
“I can think that you’re attractive and still think you’re a prick, Jamie,” you shrugged, a small smile on your lips as he screwed up his face, “I do have eyes.”
He licked his lips, “See, makin’ progress already. Never admitted you fancy me before, but if it helps, love, I fancy you too.”
You scoffed again, “I said you’re attractive, not that I fancy you.”
“Same thing,” he shrugged, leaning further forward, “Look, I know you think I’m a twat, but I’ve been working on how not to be.”
You looked at him for a moment, not sure what to make of his words.
He’d always been an egotistical arse, always convinced he was God’s gift to earth, and his shameless flirting whilst also being an arsehole had always just grated on you.
You’d had some semblance of a crush on him once, almost admiring his confidence (and of course how gorgeous he was) but his attitude had led you to a prickling disdain for the man instead.
He knew he got under your skin, so he would flirt outrageously and nitpick at things you did and said to piss you off and rile you up.
Keeley had insisted he took the whole childhood ‘if they’re mean to you they like you’ bollocks all too seriously, but you’d brushed that off considering the fact that he was still very much lapping up any and all female attention he received elsewhere.
Given that you only attended events as Keeley’s friend, it hadn’t been hard to avoid him since — deciding that it wasn’t worth letting him get to you.
“So Keeley’s been saying,” you narrowed your eyes, “I know you flirt with, like, anything that breathes, but I’m surprised you’re not more disappointed by her decision to set us up.”
It was Jamie’s turn to scoff now, his eyes never leaving yours as you felt suddenly shy under his close watch.
“She didn’t set us up, I asked her to.”
You furrowed your brows, confused as to why the fuck he’d do that. Sure, he’d flirted with you before but you were certain it was just to piss you off.
“What?”
“I knew you didn’t like me, ‘cos you only know the old Jamie Tartt,” he pouted, and you fought the urge to chuckle, “So I asked her to pretend it was just some mate of hers she wanted to send you on a blind date with. Just to see if you’d give me a chance, ya know?”
You were almost touched by his words, but still remained wary about his intentions, “Why— what made you that determined for a date with me?”
He laughed, a big loud laugh that drew the attention of many surrounding tables.
The waiter returned now, interrupting you again.
He poured you both a glass of wine and placed down the wine cooler as you and Jamie thanked him whilst never looking away from each other.
“For the third time tonight, you’re fuckin’ stunning Y/N. And I like that you never took my shit back then. Just figured it was time to try me luck and see if ya’d change your mind about me,” if you didn’t know him better, you’d think he was nervous, “‘S why Keeley’s been talkin’ me up to you so much. She’s known I’ve had a thing for you for, like, ages.”
You were gobsmacked — not only by his confession, but the sincerity his voice held.
“Why’ve you not reached out sooner, then? I haven’t seen you in months, not since the last charity gala,” you bit your lip.
You remembered that night very well, given that you’d almost shared a drunken kiss with him until you came to your senses and left the party.
He only smirked again, “You remember the exact last time we saw each other, huh?”
“Jamie…”
“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in defeat, “I was gutted you didn’t kiss me at that party, even though it’s fair that you didn’t. Keeley told me you deserved better than how I’d been treating you, but that she knew if I got me shit together we’d make a good couple. So I waited ‘til me shit was, well, together. And now here we are. With my shit sorta together.”
You were almost speechless, “Jamie— that’s, well, that’s actually really sweet.”
He rolled his eyes with a smile, “Glad ya think so, love. Been hard as fuck and I’ve almost called you a fuck load of times, too, but Keeley and Roy have been really good with helping and that.”
Now you were really surprised, “Roy’s been helping you work on yourself? Fuckin’ hell, things must have changed since I last saw you!”
Jamie laughed, pursing his lips as he shrugged and let out a breathy sigh, “He won’t admit it but we’re, like, friends now. Don’t tell him I said that though. He’d go fuckin’ mental.”
“Oh I know,” you chuckled, “But I hope you’ve been doing this for yourself as well, not just trying to change to make other people happy.
The smile on his face spread warmth through your chest, and you could feel the walls you’d built up to protect yourself from Jamie’s old self beginning to crumble.
Your face was lit with a smile now, a wide and sincere smile that you could tell boosted his confidence about this whole elaborate plan.
“Nah, it’s been good,” he nodded, “And you’ve never smiled at me like that, not even when we first met and you were trying to be nice before I fucked things by being all Jamie Tartt. So I’d say it’s, like, more than worth it, to be fair.”
Your smile only widened at that, and his matched it almost exactly.
“I don’t even know what to say at this point, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not actually glad I’m here now,” you bit your lip, maintaining steady eye contact with him and placing your hand on the table.
He was quick to place his own hand atop yours, “‘M really glad to hear it, Y/N. Can we treat this like a fresh start or whatever? Like a real blind date? Want to show you I’ve changed properly, that I’m a new Jamie.”
You giggled, poking your thumb out to rub the back of his hand with it, “Sure. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and it’s nice to meet you. Sorry if this is forward but you look really good tonight, stranger.”
He beamed like a proud child at those words, “Jamie Tartt. You look fuckin’ phenomenal, Y/N. Since we’ve like, never met, this might be weird,” you rolled your eyes with a laugh at how seriously he was taking the starting over thing, “But I hope this ain’t our only date.”
“Play your cards right, Jamie Tartt, and it won’t be,” you smiled, standing up and leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheekbone.
“Because, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I hope it isn’t either.”
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eeeee i hope you enjoyed that, i love jamie tartt a ridiculous amount so couldn’t help myself ! here’s my masterlist if you want to read more of my jamie fics or any of my other stuff!
also kinda feeling a part two where you’re secretly dating and turn up to a richmond squad event with him? let me know if u would like that!!!
#ted lasso#jamie tartt#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt fluff#soft jamie tartt#ted lasso imagines#ted lasso imagine
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fave Ted Lasso moments 13/? : I was robbed!
#the way ted and roy look at him at the end#so soft#ted lasso#jamie tartt#coach beard#roy kent#*mine: gifs#*ftlm#that's some shit quality gifs sorry
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So are you two friends now?
That's wonderful.
#careful boys the friendship is showing#in spite of the outrageous pic quality i might add#nothing can hide it! true love!#i mean the way they look at each other#we don't get a proper soulful glance in 3x10#but that'd bc the whole team is there#and they're still only truly soft with each other when it's just them#the way roy has to WHISPER whatever he whispers to jamie in front of everyone#even though no one would be able to hear if he spoke normally#something vulnerability and intimacy something#anyway#roy & jamie#royjamie#my best boys#jamie tartt#roy kent#ted lasso#my stuff
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Ugh do you ever think about how season 3 tried to make Jamie’s greatness on the pitch a product of spite and rage when it’s canon, from Jamie’s own lips, that his love of footie comes from his mom and how much she loves him?! Like, they tried to make my boy an obsessive fighter when in reality he’s an obsessive lover. All of Jamie’s motivations come from loving and wanting to be loved. And I love that he’s soft, and when he’s allowed to be, when his softness leads to acceptance, he just gets softer? With no shame? I just….ugh
#royjamie#roy x jamie#jamie tartt#ted lasso#I just love him your honor#my sweet soft sexy baby boy#even if it did lead to the greatest monologue in modern television history#ted’s thank you fuck you speech
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having a normal one👍
#kinda cant believe we got a jamie crying scene and it was like That#i know it was kinda played for laughs (on the silly football comedy show?? noooooooo. shocker! shhh shhhhhh) but his reaction.....maaaaaaan#very unexpected. ig the only other time we've seen him cry was when he was in shock and also surrounded by a fuck ton of people#he was probably stifling that shit. versus it being with roy. he just kinda melts man. maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan#i know its like boiling point shit. having functioning relationships on the team at stake. the man city match. everything swirling#but just that versus him watchin the movie with the team like😐😐😐its just so telling innit#MR FACADE IN THE HOUSE. i don't know....hmmmmmmmmmm.....hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm#hes not got the words for it. is what im tryin to get at. (looks like i dont have the words for it either lmaooo)#his i dont knows and the comments about his dad stamping out his softness......😮💨when it bubbles up its like where do i put this#i havent slept maybe i will try and graft this into an actual tangible paragraph or maybe i will say fuck it and cave and write a fic#or maybe i will continue communicating thru impact font memes yeeeeaaaaaaa#jamie tartt#ted lasso#rot riffing
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My favorite Jamie Tartt moments in Ted Lasso 3x02
#ted lasso spoilers#ted lasso#3x02#jamie tartt#phil dunster#my gifs#mod post#he was so soft im this episode#tedlassogif#tedlassoedit#dani rojas#sam obisanya#roy kent
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soft jamie thoughts after a night out
i am lonely and touch starved ahahahaha lemme just—
at the function, whether that be a gala, movie premiere or just night out with the team
he’s holding your hand all night
when you’re sitting his leg is touching your leg
just always connected to you in some way
dabs the edge of your mouth with a napkin really delicately if he sees you have a crumb
otw home
you drive one handed so you can hold his hand
or place your hand on his thigh
soft music is playing and it’s definitely a playlist you made for this specific moment but you don’t tell him that
(he knows it anyways)
at home
he stays with you while you take your makeup off
and if it’s a fancy event you help him remove makeup too
he’s bashful abt you noticing it but you’re like
“you’re pretty all the time but you were extra pretty tonight, ofc i noticed”
so you gently wash his face
he gives you a big t-shirt to change into and socks cause he knows your feet get cold
you both have unspoken assigned sides of the bed but usually the sheets are bunched into the middle and all the pillows surround you
jamie has a million pillows on his bed
you snuggle up together with your head on his chest
and it’s easy to drift off listening to the sound of his heartbeat
#feeling soft rn ummmm#hopefully someone likes this ajdhfhdjsj#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt imagine#my works
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personally i think it would do roy some good to just cry while jamie holds him in his arms and runs his fingers through roy’s hair and gives him soft kisses and tells him everything is going to be okay and that he loves him
#royjamie#let roy kent be soft#let him cry he needs it#i’m not projecting#who would do that#certainly not me#roy kent#jamie tartt
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Jamie's speech about the boots his mom got him hurts, no matter how many times you hear it.
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their warm domestic familiarity captivates me so
#posts about uncles day for the 80th time#it emulates the energy of weekly sunday brunch#they look so. soft.#ted lasso#royjamie#jamie tartt#roy kent#jamieroy#roy x jamie#jamie x roy#op#stills
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nobody touch me i'm thinking about how shocked jamie looks when roy & keeley hug him and the feeling of genuine love washing over him? like he's surprised he's deserving of it? like nobody has ever hugged him before?
#ted lasso#jamie tartt#roy kent#keeley jones#i just want to hold him and brush his hair and kiss his little head and sing soft songs to him
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🗣 Share your favourite dialogue exchange.
“You’re too good for them, Sam” Jamie repeated for fifth time as Sam led him out of the restaurant, supporting him with an arm about the waist while Jamie's two-armed octopus hug threatened to send them both to the pavement if he tripped. “His restaurant is good, but I like yours better. When you're done being the better man, we'll go egg his house.”
“He lives in Nigeria,“ Sam gently reminded him.
“We’ll borrow the boss’s jet," Jamie said in the same tone you'd use to suggest taking the tube home. “They have eggs in Nigeria, right? They have to - they have shashushka. Can you make sashushka?”
"Do you mean 'shakshuka'?"
Jamie mouthed the word to himself before shrugging. His head drifted to lean against Sam's shoulder. "I think so, yeah? Can you make that?"
Sam's smile eased into something smaller and private. "It is from northern Africa, but yes, Jamie. I will make you shakshuka."
#everything about sam and jamie in this fic is so soft#thank you for the ask!#emoji ask game#ask game#fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love)#sam obisanya#jamie tartt#food cw
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Y’know how Jamie boy needs to be told things straight up otherwise he’ll ignore it (defo got adhd by the way) he’d definitely need to be the same with liking someone. Like yeah he can tell when someone likes him of course he can he’s a cocky fit guy but when it comes to love his brain blocks it out. So like someone has to like shake him and shout at him (probably Roy) that he’s in love with someone. Not like how he was with keeley pure unadulterated love, he’s found the person who makes him feel like fucking lightning and he has to be shaken out of the mindblur because maybe he thinks he doesn’t actually deserved to be loved. It’s me I’m Jamie.
Ohmygod I’m in love with this idea, it’s so fucking perfect!!
Maybe you’re a friend of Keeley’s and you often end up spending evenings with her and Roy and Jamie, and really Roy’s just sick of the way Jamie looks at you all starry-eyed, that’s why he says something and definitely not because Jamie’s his best friend and he wants what’s best for him. He’ll hit Jamie with that “just fucking ask her out, she’s clearly into you” which Jamie immediately denies because why would someone as perfect and lovely as you ever feel anything remotely romantic towards someone like him? Because you’re right, this isn’t just a quick fuck because Jamie’s thinks your fit, he’s genuinely in love with you. He daydreams about making you breakfast in bed and learning your coffee order and sitting in silence next to you while you each do your own thing, he wants to spend every moment with you and he wants to know every little thing about you and that scares him because he doesn’t deserve that. So yeah, maybe Roy needs to shake him around a bit and maybe Keeley needs to be the one to set up that first date because Jamie’s just so in love with you he can’t think straight
#jamie tartt#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt x you#soft Jamie owns my entire heart I love this so very much
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Getting ready for their first date, like—
—Keeley bringing Rebecca to find the perfect outfit, not because she needs a new outfit and not because Roy and Jamie won’t love her in whatever, but that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Getting ready, building anticipation, sneaking another drink at Aeronaut while Derek fetches her two more dresses, just for the hell of it.
Rebecca tells her that she looks gorgerous in every bloody thing, but that she looks particularly gorgerous in the second pink one, and oh, they should stop by The Connaught Bar on their way to the spa, celebrate Keeley looking like the marvel she is, and maybe raise a toast to Roy and Jamie being far, far luckier than either of them deserve.
“If you were into women I’d never date anyone else,” Keeley says very seriously over her Fleurissimo. “We’d never even have to go on actual dates, we could just do this forever, it’d be fucking fantastic.” She makes an exaggerated face. “Now I’m stuck dating icky boys.”
And Rebecca laughs and hugs her and knows that she’s not serious, at least not about the last part.
(Rebecca hopes this works out because if it doesn’t and she has to deal with the implosion of a relationship between her head coach and their star player… Well. She’d put the brakes on the whole thing, maybe, if it weren’t for Keeley and the way she lights up when she talks about her icky boys, if it weren’t for the fact that Roy and Jamie are going to be absolutely ridiculous about each other no matter what Rebecca allows or doesn’t allow, if it weren’t for her sordid affair with Sam and how it hasn’t left her with a single leg to stand on.)
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Getting ready for their first date, like—
—Jamie giving Roy an incredulous and halfway reproachful look as Roy sticks his head out the office to tell him that they’re leaving, so mush. “I’m going back home, mate. Dani’s giving me a ride.”
And Roy’s eyebrows do their Roy’s eyebrow thing. “What the fuck for? Keeley’s picking us up in less than two hours. At my place. You can do your fucking hair bullshit or whatever you need to do there.”
(It’s unclear to Roy exactly what hair bullshit Jamie might need doing, because he’s already spent half an hour after training in front of the dressing room mirror with most of the team chiming in with encouragement and advice, but it’s Jamie, so it’s probably something.)
“Not with your tragic products, I can’t,” Jamie mutters (and that’s a right laugh because Jamie knows better than most everybody that Roy does not, in fact and unlike some other people, settle for fucking Lynx or the like). “And anyway, we’re going on a date with each other, right, not just with Keeley, so we can’t get ready together. What am I supposed to do, sneak out the door and ring the bell when it’s time to pick you up?”
“What? No.”
Jamie points at him. “Right, ‘cause that’d be weird.”
“That’s not—“ But Jamie doesn’t let him finish, he just walks off with Dani, because he doesn’t have time for Roy’s spluttering, has he, and doesn’t Roy know Jamie has a date to get ready for?
Get ready he does, but because he is a filthy hypocrite (a word he does know the meaning of, so there, Coach Beard) he doesn’t hesitate to call Keeley when he can’t decide between his favourite Stone Island jacket and the new patterned Gucci number he got sent the other day, and then he has to have opinions on her shade of lipstick, and she suggests he wear the Layton she bought him a few years back, and it’s a brilliant time, just like them getting ready for the red carpet back when they were dating before.
“Bit like cheating, though, innit,” Jamie tells Keeley, out of a sudden and uncharacteristic sense of fairness. “Us asking each other for advice when getting ready for a date with each other, yeah? I should be on the phone with like Isaac, and you should talk to Rebecca or Barbara.”
“Well,” Keeley reasons as she sips her mimosa and waits for her nail polish to dry. “We’re going on a date with Roy too, and since we are the ones who properly knows what he likes and we want to look fucking fit for him, it makes sense for us to help each other out, yeah? Besides,” she adds, “we can do whatever we want, babe. Screw the rules, right?”
And yeah, right. That’s the basis for this whole thing, innit? “Yeah,” Jamie agrees, giving her a grin. “Screw the rules.” And then his smile softens into something gentler, almost shy, something she used to be the only one ever allowed to see. “Want look fucking fit for you too,” he admits, like it’s a secret.
Keeley’s smile, too, is soft. “Aw, babe, me too. And you do.”
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Getting ready for their first date, like—
Roy picking Phoebe up from school and dropping her off with Sophia’s retired colleague, and when Phoebe asks why she’s not staying with him this time he takes a long moment to answer, and it’s messed up, isn’t it, that he’s this concerned about what a fucking child should think about his love life.
Not just any child, though, is she. “I’m going on a date,” he says eventually, glancing at her in the rear mirror.
“Oh.” She frowns; not in disapproval, he thinks, but in careful consideration. Then: “Is this a date with Keeley or with Jamie?”
Huh. All right, then. First potential hurdle cleared. As for the second… “Both.”
To his stupidly immense relief, Phoebe brightens at that. “That’s very clever of you, Uncle Roy. It would have been really hard to choose between Jamie and Keeley, and they both love you so much.”
Roy shakes his head, biting back a smile that’s as much affection as it is incredulity. “All right, you little precocious shit, get out of here, and be good for Ms. Mallard.”
And then he has just enough time to get back home and change out of his black shirt and trousers into another black shirt and pair of trousers, to trim his beard and add a textured silk tie (very dark purple, Keeley and Jamie better fucking appricate the splash of colour). He spends a long time staring at his reflection, partly because he really is quite vain (his stubborn protests to the contrary), but mostly because this means something to him. They do: Keeley, Jamie. The three of them, and what they could be.
It leaves him a little dizzy. It scares the hell out of him. He wants to get this right.
The door bell chimes. Jamie, and Roy has barely let him in, has barely even begun to figure out what he’s supposed to say to this Jamie, to his date Jamie, to the Jamie whose eyes sparkle and who manages to make even that ridiculous outfit look good, when the bell chimes again, and there is Keeley, a fucking vision, and Roy knows what to say to her.
“You look fucking amazing,” he says, and she giggles and leans in to kiss his cheek, very chaste (it’s a first date, after all), and still it’s nearly enough to leave him breathless with how much he’s missed her.
“Got you this,” he mutters a little hoarsely, picking up and handing over a Black Baccarat rose that’s been strategically sat on the sidetable.
Impractical, since they’re going out, and corny, but fucking sue him. Roy Kent will headbutt anyone who dares call him a romantic, but that doesn’t mean he thinks they’re wrong – and anyway, it’s worth it for the way Keeley smiles as she inhales the sweet scent.
“Uh, where’s my flower?” Jamie complains.
Roy rolls his eyes. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls. “Fine.” And he heads off into the kitchen where there is indeed a second rose waiting in a small vase. He’d left it there, deeply unsure if he was supposed to offer Jamie one or not; but that’s that cleared up then, flowers for Jamie is a go, he’ll make a note for their next date.
Jamie beams as he accepts his rose; grins wickedly as he, too, leans in to kiss Roy’s cheek.
Roy clears his throat, trying to ignore the way his heart’s sped up at the brief touch. “Okay. Let’s fucking do this.”
“Yeah,” Keeley agrees. “Let’s.”
And Jamie doesn’t say anthing at all, but he nods, and he takes Roy’s arm, and Keeley takes his hand, and they walk out into the night and fucking do it.
#surprise saturday scribblings!#something silly something soft#royjamiekeeley#roy kent#jamie tartt#keeley jones#keeley & rebecca#ficlet#my stuff
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you with the dark curls..
you with the watercoloured eyes..
#jamie tartt#roy kent#roy kent x jamie tartt#ted lasso#i am soft#Dear Arkansas Daughter by Lady Lamb#i bet someone has already done this#but i heard the song and it came to myself
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The promised Jamie g/t fic!
It's about 2.3k words but I fit everything into one part this time 🥳 Endings will forever be my writing weakness but plz enjoy Jamie helping out a tiny in need!
William called in sick, which meant that Jamie was going to be the one to set up the nets for practice this morning. Roy reasoned that since he already had Jamie up doing training, it wouldn’t be an issue for Jamie to go to the club early and set up the nets. He wasn’t jumping for joy at the idea, but bargaining with Roy was like talking to a brick wall.
Tired from his morning workout and slightly annoyed that he had to be on net duty, Jamie sauntered into the club. His tired fingers fiddled with the keys in his pocket. Finally selecting the right one, he unlocked and opened the door to the locker room. If he could just take one minute, a moment to himself before he put the nets up. A short break from his already tiresome day.
Sitting on the bench in front of his locker, Jamie took a breather. With Zava retired, Roy had amped up his training a bit. Then there was his regular training schedule, followed by PR, and finally another session with Roy. After going, going, going for so long, Jamie really needed time to be by himself. And since he had that time now, he was certainly going to take it.
Practice didn’t start for another hour, and setting up the nets wouldn’t take the entire time. He could close his eyes for a quick nap and get to the nets later. It was a much-needed rest. However, Jamie had only closed his eyes for a few minutes when he heard a small noise coming from the floor.
He didn’t open his eyes immediately. Something probably fell over in the boot room, and Jamie didn’t want to interrupt his break. But the sound was so close, and also so quiet. Boots weren’t that quiet when they fell, so something wasn’t right. Begrudgingly, Jamie cracked his eyes open and glanced around the room. Then, something on the floor caught his attention. He stopped and blinked a few times to make sure he was really seeing what, or rather who was in front of him.
It was a tiny figure resembling a person. They couldn’t have been more than 5cm tall. Jamie couldn’t make out their expression from where he was because everything about them was just so small.
y/n was a borrower. When they had stepped out of their home to get some borrowing done that morning, they had seen Jamie sitting on the bench, eyes closed, presumably asleep. While they didn’t want to go out while Jamie was in the room, they didn’t really have another option. Finding food had been difficult these past few days, especially since there hadn’t been any home games at the stadium recently. So, they ventured out, praying that Jamie would stay asleep so they could grab what they needed and get back safely.
But of course, that wasn’t what happened. As they were fiddling with the strap on their bag which was always too loose, the bag slid off their arm and landed on the floor. It wouldn’t have been a problem if the bag didn’t make a clink on the floor when it landed. They winced at the sound. That was definitely the needle clanging against the floor. They hurriedly picked up the bag and turned to look at Jamie.
At first, he didn’t seem to stir. Just when y/n thought they were in the clear, his eyes fluttered open. They froze as his gaze swept the room, eventually landing on their tiny frame. They held their breath as his eyes grew wide with astonishment and curiosity, two traits that weren’t helpful in y/n's situation. They were trembling but doubted that he could tell. Their heart was beating faster and faster as the anticipation and worry grew in their mind.
“Bloody hell,” Jamie muttered to himself in awe. “Am I going mad?” He leaned forward to see them better. They were just so small, so adorable. He was so curious about them that his tiredness seemed to dissipate. They had his full, undivided attention, which sent a shiver up y/n's spine. Humans were never good to begin with but curious humans... Those were the worst.
“What are… You’re so tiny!” He breathed in awe. There wasn’t any malice in his words, but it all sounded the same to y/n. They stared at him while trying to contain the whirlwind of emotions within them that threatened to break loose. Jamie was puzzled by their lack of response, so he did what anyone would do and stood up to walk closer to them.
“Hey there, little one. Can you understand—“ That was all it took for y/n to snap out of their trance and start running away. Where were they running? What was their plan? The answers were ‘nowhere' and 'there wasn’t one.’ All they wanted to do was get away. Just the sight of THE Jamie Tartt standing up and closing the distance between them was too much. He looked impossibly tall. It just didn’t feel right or safe being near someone so huge.
Jamie had briefly managed to see them in more detail before they sprinted off toward the boot room where the nets were kept. They had a bag that they carried loosely on their back. Their clothes were loose as well, with uneven holes ripped for their arms and legs. Despite being rather thin, they moved efficiently, making good time as Jamie watched them run like their life depended on it.
At this point, anyone could tell that the little borrower was scared, and he felt guilty for not recognizing it sooner. He never meant to come off as intimidating but could understand how his size would be off-putting to someone as tiny as them. Now that he thought about it, his entire approach wasn’t the best. His curiosity seemed overbearing in hindsight. Jamie was at a loss for how to make it up to them when he was the root cause of their terror.
He watched as they ran out of sight into the boot room. He was going to leave them alone, assuming that they didn’t want anything to do with him. Sure, he’d be worried about their safety, but at least he wouldn’t be scaring them anymore. However, he needed to get those nets set up. Going into the boot room right after they did was sure to give them the wrong impression. So he waited as long as he could to give them time to get out of sight. Ten minutes later and with practice approaching quickly, he ventured into the boot room to retrieve the nets.
Instead of seeing an empty room as he usually did, he saw something unexpected. The little borrower from earlier was tangled up in the net on the floor, struggling to break free. Jamie stopped in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed without scaring them more than he already had. They didn’t see him at first and were much more focused on escaping the ropes that confined them.
Once y/n did see him, their struggle intensified. The ten minutes that they spent alone in the net made them start to believe that Jamie had let them be, but seeing him in the doorway proved them wrong. Now that they were trapped, it really hit them that there was nothing they could do to avoid him.
��“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Jamie whispered, trying a more gentle approach. He crouched down to be closer to them, noting how they flinched when he did so. “Did you help to get out of there? Here, let me…” He slowly reached out his hand, not wanting to alarm them.
“NO! Don’t touch me!” Their tiny voice rang out, surprising Jamie. They turned away from him as best they could in the confines of the net and squeezed their eyes closed. It was now that Jamie noticed their trembling. His heart sank as he realized just how scary he must be to them. He felt like a monster. A giant hand, even with positive intentions, would be pretty terrifying if he were only a few centimeters tall. How was he going to get them to believe that he didn’t want to hurt them?
“Alright, it’s okay," he said, putting his hands up in defense. “I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to, okay?” y/n peeked over their shoulder. He actually listened to them, surprisingly. y/n couldn’t piece together his motive. Why was he helping them? The more he talked, the more they wanted to trust him. But there was no way he genuinely wanted to help them, right?
“You’re okay, just breathe. My name’s Jamie, Jamie Tartt.” he kept his voice soft, doing anything he could think of to make them more comfortable. He paused to give them a chance to introduce themselves, but they gave him a blank, slightly worried look. Filling the awkward silence, he spoke again, “That’s okay. You can tell me your name later. I just want you to know that I don’t want to hurt you,”
Another silence. It seemed to last forever until y/n offered the tiniest nod. Jamie let out a sigh. He was relieved that he was finally getting somewhere, even if it was only a nod. “I’m sorry for scaring you. I didn’t mean to come off so… brash.” Jamie’s heart swelled when he noticed that they had turned back around to face him. They were still shaking, but not as much as they were before.
Jamie checked his phone. 5:23. The early comers (mainly, Dani) would be coming to the locker room soon. Considering how scared they were of him, he knew they wouldn’t want to be around anyone else, especially not his more rambunctious teammates. “I won’t tell anyone about you, I promise.” He cast a glance at the door before turning his attention back to the tiny borrower. Their expression was one of disbelief, which was better than fear in Jamie’s opinion.
“Can you get out by yourself? I can help you out of there, but only if you want me to.” Jamie watched as they nodded their head and briefly tried to untangle themselves. Much like before, it wasn’t working. Their face was pensive, as if they knew they couldn’t get free but were trying to come up with a different solution that didn’t involve his help. “Look, my teammates will be here in a few minutes, and I don’t think you want to be here when that happens,” he mentioned gently.
y/n was conflicted. Obviously, they needed his assistance to get free. But it was so terrifying and contradictory to put their trust in a human. They'd been taught to fear humans for so long. But Jamie wasn’t like the humans from stories. He was considerate of how they felt. While he was a little forward at first, he had since mellowed out and seemed genuinely interested in helping them. Despite their reservations about Jamie, one thing that they knew for sure was that they didn’t want to meet ANY of the other Richmond players. Just one giant was enough.
Jamie checked his phone again. 5:26. “Please, let me help you. I’ll be gentle, and careful. You can leave right after I’m done,” he implored, not wanting them to deal with his teammates.
y/n took a deep breath. “Okay,” they finally agreed.
Jamie’s eyes lit up and an earnest smile spread across his face. “Thank you. Now, you hold still the best you can, yeah? This’ll only take a second.” y/n braced themselves as those giant hands came toward them once again.
His fingers were quick but careful as he untangled them from the net’s grasp. Every time his fingers brushed against them, they fought the urge to flinch away. They watched as he worked, mesmerized by how focused he was. They noticed the way he held their arm gently while unlooping a cord that was tied around it. They noticed how he touched them as little as possible to get the job done. It made them feel safe, like they could trust him.
Jamie mumbled encouraging words under his breath in an attempt to keep them calm. “You’re alright… you’re doing great… just a little left and then you can go…” His words kept y/n grounded in what would otherwise be a stressful situation.
“There you are,” he said as he freed them from the net and placed it aside. To his surprise, they didn’t run away immediately.
Looking up at him with a small smile, they said, “Thank you for… helping me. I’m y/n, by the way.”
“You’re welcome.” Jamie was interrupted as he listened to the locker room door open. They exchanged a glance. Someone else was in the locker room, and it was only a matter of time before they entered the boot room and found Jamie and the tiny borrower. Jamie knew that they had to go, despite his desire to talk to them for longer.
“I should go,” y/n said. They looked a bit more on edge, probably because another human was close by.
Jamie’s face fell a little, but he nodded in agreement. “Go on. Don’t worry about 'em finding you. I’ll take care of it.”
y/n nodded and began heading toward a hole in the wall that Jamie hadn’t noticed until they started walking toward it. “Wait!” Jamie blurted out. y/n winced a little from the volume but turned around regardless, curious about what Jamie had to say. “I’m sorry, that was too loud,” Jamie apologized. "I shouldn’t have been so... anyways… I just wanted to ask if I’d see you again?” He asked hopefully.
y/n considered for a moment before making up their mind. “I’ll be around. Cheers.” And with that, they disappeared into the walls.
Jamie smiled to himself and gathered up the nets just as Dani walked in to grab his boots. Jamie offered a greeting and left to go get the nets ready, leaving Dani confused. He had never seen Jamie look so excited to put those nets up.
IT IS FINISHED! Actually took me a day to write the last 300 words bc I was so indecisive. This show is giving me so much life (and g/t content) rn I need to hurry up and finish season 3. Thanks for reading!! Hopefully inspo will strike again soon lol
#g/t#borrower#giant tiny#borrowers#giant/tiny#g/t writing#giant#ted lasso#ted lasso g/t#size difference#jamie tartt#jamie tartt x reader#look at Jamie's character development#intimidating ppl who are actually soft>>>#love s3 jamie w/ my whole heart#good day to be tiny at richmond
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