#dani rojas fanfiction

[danistartt]

When Worlds Collide (it is Wonderful)- Dani Rojas

pairings: dani rojas x reader, the richmond team warnings: nervous reader, language about: request! dani introducing you to the team

Dani is ecstatic. He’s been ecstatic for three days and pre-ecstatic for two, grinning at you brazenly when he remembers today.

You… aren’t, so much.

You should’ve told him, you think as he leads you inside the Richmond building, chattering away excitedly about each member of the team. He mentions how nice Sam is and you’re reminded of how much he loves them. You stop abruptly, Dani tugging on your arm when he fails to notice.

He turns back to you and cocks his head in the sweet puppy way he does, saying your name in question. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m nervous,” you blurt.

“I thought you were excited?” he asks, stepping closer. You stare up at him worriedly and squeeze his hand.

“I was. I am. I want to meet them, they’re important to you, but that’s why I’m so nervous, too.” Your eyes round in concern. “What if they hate me? They’re a big part of your life and if they hate me, I—”

“Why would they hate you?” he wonders incredulously. “Mi amor, I do not think anyone could hate you.”

“But what if they do?” you insist. “What if I’m actually awful and I’ve trapped you with my siren song without even knowing?” you whimper.

“No,” Dani murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. You melt on contact, the unbelievable heat of him immensely comforting. “You do not have a siren song. And if you do, then I do not mind. They will love you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. I talk about you all the time and I love you. If they are not at least a little in love with you already, I will be surprised.” Dani smiles at your stilted laugh. “They told me they were excited to meet you.”

“I don’t want to disappoint them. Or you.”

Dani pulls away to make sure you’re looking him in the eyes. “You could not. Even if you tried really, really hard.”

Your face crumples.

Dani panics. “Did I say something?”

“Yes,” you cry, pulling him back to you. You raise a hand up to your eyes and wipe away your fear. Taking a deep breath, you nod. “I’m ready,” you tell him, standing up straight and squaring your shoulders.

“Wonderful,” he says pleasantly, picking right back up where he left off. “Coach Roy screams a lot, but he is very kind. He has a niece named Phoebe who he brought one day and gave us all friendship bracelets.” His own drags against the hand he holds, a bubblegum bead at the end of thick string bouncing on your wrist. “Jamie, of course, is my best friend.”

You laugh. “I can’t wait to meet them all.”

“I cannot wait either,” he says, very nearly bouncing on his heels. “This is like two of my favorite worlds colliding into one big, even more wonderful world.”

You chortle, squeezing his hand.

“All the coaches are there. Coach Lasso was very excited about meeting you. I think he got cupcakes.”

“Really?” you ask.

“I talk about you a lot.”

Another squeeze, desperate to send a loving spark up his arm. You think it reaches when he squeezes back.

You both pause outside the door, staring at the doorknob. Dani buzzes in your hand, but he glances up at you, soft eyes wonderful and kind. “Do not worry, okay? Javier is much tougher than them and he liked you a lot.”

You nod. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

When Dani pushes the door open, you are not prepared for the silence. You expect what you think is common of a locker room—loud guy noises, strewn exhausted footballers. Instead, you find all the thirty-something footballers standing straight in a very organized line, the coaches standing in front of what you assume is the office. One holds a small, pink box in his hands, a carton of cupcakes against his hip.

“Hello,” you say awkwardly, glancing at each face that stares back at you.

“Dani!” One bellows happily. “We were waitin’ for ya, bruv.”

“Yeah,” another chimes, “we was standin’ here for, like, five minutes.”

“Good impressions,” one at the far end chimes in.

Dani is glowing, agreeing with everything they’re saying. “This is my amor,” he says proudly, presenting you to the team. They stare for a second before the room erupts in elated noise, men coming up to you to tell you varying introductions. You catch some names and recognize some faces, trying your best to keep up with each person.

“Oi!” Someone yells, the team quieting and parting for the source of the voice. Low, bushy brows atop a dark beard introduce you to Roy. “Will we show some fucking manners?” He smiles at you a little gruffly and offers you a hand, the blue tail of a bracelet matching Dani’s swinging lightly against your wrist. “I’m Roy.”

“I’ve heard,” you reply, accepting. His handshake is as firm as you’d expect.

“So’ve we,” he tells you.

“Hi there,” Treats Man says, peeking over Roy’s shoulder with a friendly wave. “I’m Ted. That’s Coach Beard over there.” He gestures to a man off to the side, arms crossed across his chest. He offers you a nod. “We hear you’re with our little ray of sunshine, huh?”

You’re inclined to agree. “I’ve heard a lot. About everyone. I didn’t expect such a… big hello. Dani said I’d just come by after practice and put some voices to faces.”

“Nah. We showered and everythin’,” a player says proudly. “Isaac said we should.”

The man who had first spoken ducked his chin in agreement.

“Thank you,” you laugh.

“Are you impressed?” a man with short hair asks.

“Definitely.”

They all cheer, must to Roy’s dismay.

Dani takes this as a cue to start speaking, pointing players out and telling you their names. Sam smiles at you warmly and gives you a hug. Jamie nods at you, Colin tells you about one of the things Dani’d said about you, Moe kisses your hand, and Zoreaux says Dani hadn’t done you justice. Even Rebecca Welton comes down to meet you, offering free box seats for the next game. 

You become very well aware that the team may already know you better than you had thought. Dani seems pleased about this fact. You can’t find it in yourself to be upset.

At the end of the meet, you realize every member of the team wears a colorful bracelet. You kind of can’t wait to get yours.

[lorna-d-m]

The ted lasso and dani rojas brain rot has been getting to me, and I've been playing around with ideas in my head. Since this is a primarily Daniel Brühl / personal blog, I made an interest form to see how y'all are feeling about this. I hope y'all are having a good Saturday!

Interest form link

[vastseamind]

I swear to the Gods I will search Karlach x Reader and all the comes up is Astrion. It’s honestly fucking infuriating because I don’t want to read about him. I could be one thing if there was just a scarcity of fic with her (which there is,) but the fact that every single time I search it, he comes up. This either leads me to believe that people are idiotic and can’t tag correctly or that tumblr is just fucking me and hates wlw content. 

She’s also not the only character that this happens to. I’ve noticed it happens a lot when it specifically comes to wlw content that is centralized around, not fem presenting characters. Almost every assassin‘s creed, character thats a woman or Abby Anderson (TLOU2) Dani Rojas (Far Cry 6) and so on when it comes to buff women. It’s honestly draining.

Anyways, there’s the rant, haters will be blocked ✌🏽

Tag your shit correctly

That’s means y’all that put x Reader then add a name. THAT’S UR FUCKING OC BABE, TAG IT AS SUCH YOUR RUINING THE VIBE! REALLY SHOULD NOT BE HARD!

[thepowerofyes]

trying to find farcry fics when you're ace

"Dani Rojas x reader 😍" I want her to adopt and love Diego "John Seed x Deputy😩" I want the knife that Joseph twists deeper and deeper into his mind and heart to get so deep that every motion, noise, and thought is built up of not matter nor complexities but pure agony "Ajay x you💕" I want him to adopt and love Bhadra

[walnutmistjamie]

fave Ted Lasso moments 47/? : We don't start counting until it hurts.

[sunpuffsstuff]

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

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

[thetwoacesfics]

The Two Aces Fic Challenge!

Hello and welcome! This challenge is dedicated to the lovely Dani Rojas and Jamie Tartt, our two aces. The idea is simple: write (or draw) something based on the prompt list provided below.

Some general info:

The admin of this blog (and organizer) is @mearpsdyke

The challenge is meant for the month of July.

Art is welcome! This is not restricted to writing despite being called "fic challenge".

Use the tag #two aces fic challenge 2024 so we can reblog your pieces, or @ this blog.

If you're posting on ao3, either make a post sharing the link in your own blog and tag me or drop an ask with the link to share it.

There's 31 prompts, one for each day of July, but you can use them as you like, mix and match, repeat them even! All is valid.

You can submit your fics directly to this blog if you so want, you just have to provide a pen name (for organization reasons), specify which prompt you're filling, and tag trigger warnings if there were any.

If you have any further questions, I'm happy to answer! DMs are open. :)

Without further ado, here are the prompts for this challenge:

off-season

flowers

hotel

baking

party

tattoos

family

jealousy

hospital

advice

miscommunication

competition

photo

wedding

domestic

trip

children

angst

embarrassment

obsession

blush

music

pet names

holiday

animals

magic

infatuation

ghosts

library

beach

[free space]

Have fun! I'll see you on July 1st. 💕

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Day 2 of Whumptober!

Using the prompt - thermometer.

Jamie is sick and Dani helps take care of him.

Read on ao3

[fandom-addict404]

It upsets me how little ADHD Dani Rojas fanfics there are and how little people are talking about this. This man literally is the poster child for ADHD. LIKE CMON. 

[honey-bunny-sushii]

Okay so- my ex roommate owned far cry 5 and was sharing it with me through the PlayStation account. But if they blocked me cuz I can't play the games anymore. Which suuuck. However my step mom got me far cry 6 and I've been playing that a lot.

And I KNOW THIS WILL BE LIKE "OMG GROSS WHAT THE RUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? TUE AGE GAP

But listen. I kinda ship Anton with dani AND ITS MAINLY CUZ I LOVE THE IDEA OD DIEGO JUST ADORING HER THE MOMENT HE SAW HER AND WANTING HER AS A MOM. Like he accidentally shares is thoughts with Anton and Anton is just like

Ugh really? Fine *kidnaps and marries danni as libertad watches in shock*

And dani immediately adopting Diego in her head.

Some found family shit

What reallllyyy makes me think many say this is a bad ship cuz there is. Total of SIX fanfictions of the ship. Two from the same person. And the others are not even related to the ship. It's just tagged that way.

So please Tumblr PLEASE make fanfiction of them and or at least of dani and Diego bonding moments. I just need fluff in my life. Something to make me adore the game cuz I'm still depressed from far cry 5 being unplayable

Art by noriuma_ (Instagram)

[xthescarletbitch]

a night in segunda || dani rojas x reader

sfw, but i still prefer no minors (curse words are involved)

cw: gn!reader, fluff, alcohol, kissing while intoxicated

word count: 1500+

author's note: this is absolutely not proofread. i wrote this shit in two hours and it was originally going to be smut, but i realised that’s all i’ve ever written. i wanted to switch it up a little! i hope you enjoy my cringe and fluffy dani. ♡

“fuckin’...,” bicho raises a cerveza at you and dani. “get your liver ready, we’re going to put that little guy through the ringer.” he then puts the bottle to his lips and chugs the entire thing in one breath. when he finishes, he looks to you and dani. you glance at dani, trying to gauge a response to give to bicho. you’re met with a shrug as she grabs a bottle nearby. she tips the bottle over her mouth and is met with disappointment when nothing comes out.

“oh yeah…” bicho mutters as he turns to dani and her empty bottle. “can you get some more?” he asks as a burp follows. you look around to decide where to look. as if reading your mind, dani turns to you and points behind you.

“isn’t there a bar nearby? we could try there.” she suggests, walking closer towards you. you nod and look back at bicho, who is eyeing the inside of a bottle, as if hoping more would magically appear.

you and dani set off to a nearby bar that is filled with soldados. you both look at each other and smile. dani senses chaos that can ensue, but you shut her down quickly. “we need to be smart about this or every soldado in segunda will be on our asses.”

thankfully, the drunk soldados are busy having the time of their lives – barfing into bushes and dancing in front of the stage. a large crate of cervezas on a table catches your eye and you quickly scope your surroundings to ensure it is a safe grab. the soldados seem incredibly distracted, which makes it seem like an easy task. dani sneaks in and grabs the crate with a quickness before hurrying back to you. she crouches next to you and shows you her haul. just as she is about to pop open a bottle, a soldado notices his sustenance missing. he looks around, alarmed, then promptly shrugs it off. you guess he didn’t care about it all that much. you and dani chuckle, each grabbing a bottle to get a little pre-gaming in before returning to bicho. you clink your bottles together and tilt your heads back, taking the beverages in.

a few drinks later, you and dani are laying in the grass as bicho snoozes on a nearby bench. you feel dani’s eyes on you as you continue to look up at the sky. you are waiting for her to say something, but nothing comes out. you finally smirk and look back at her. she returns a smile right back, remaining quiet. you raise an eyebrow to prompt her to finally say what she’s thinking about.

“has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look?” dani asks, surprisingly without slurring. you become flustered at the sentiment as her green eyes continue to pierce through your own. she takes her hand and places it on top of yours, gently massaging the spot. 

“you’re just drunk,” you giggle. her eyes still don’t leave your embarrassed face. what is she thinking about? you become increasingly aware of her hands on yours and break eye contact to look down. noticing this, she intertwined her fingers with yours.

“come with me.” she utters as she rises from her position. you ponder on what her intentions may be, but ultimately decide to follow her. she hasn’t led you astray before, and the way she’s looking at you tells you that she doesn’t plan to anytime soon. her hand is back in yours as she gently drags you along. you pass various billboards advertising the beauty of being a true yaran. you mentally cringe, but are relieved to see neighboring boards with dani’s signage. 

eventually, you and dani reach an alley that is dark and quiet. “you’re not planning to kill me, are you?” you ask jokingly. you look around and notice an orange ladder nearby, followed by multiple blue clothes placed strategically to highlight a path for guerrillas like you. 

dani chuckles at your question. “of course not,” she promises and motions towards the ladder you noticed before. “i just want to show you something.”

you walk over to the ladder and notice it is a bit higher than you’re able to reach. “here,” dani vocalises as she gets down on her knees. not a bad sight. “i got you.” she holds her hand out and allows you to step on it in order to reach the ladder above you. you grab the ladder and it falls quickly, nearly knocking you down. dani catches you just in time and ensures you are okay.

“so,” you trail off, catching her eye again. “who’s going first?” you look up at the obstacle before you. it seems like it’ll be a fun game – amplified by the fact that you are both tipsy. as if reading your mind, dani jumps up the ladder and looks down at you. 

“i’ll race you.” she smirks, walking across the platform to reach the next hurdle.

“you’re on!” you shout as you follow her lead. she purposely slows down to allow you to catch up. she dramatically fakes an injury and gives way for you to take first place. “come on, dani. it’s no fun if you let me win.”

she looks at you with that beautiful smirk again and shrugs. she goes back to her normal pace and you both fight for the first place spot. eventually, you reach the last obstacle and arrive at the top of a church. you look back at dani, smiling in a way that says “i won!”

you realise how beautiful the night sky looks from up here, as well as the lit buildings down in the city. it is such an amazing view… 

“well, you won,” dani states, coming up from behind you. she is now right beside you and you feel your body flush.

“what do i win? you tease, nudging her shoulder. she looks at you out of the corner of her eye with her signature shit-eating grin. you hate when she does this… when she elongates periods of silence by simply smiling, leaving much to your imagination. it feels like forever before she finally turns to face you, her face illuminated by the moonlight. she looks incredibly gorgeous in this moment.

“this.” she comments, placing your face in her hands. she takes a moment to admire your beauty, looking from your eyes to your lips. you do the same, admiring her bright green eyes and lips. is this really happening? is she teasing you? you have always had a tiny crush on the guerrilla, but always pushed it to the back of your mind. she was too busy for something like this, right? with the revolution, liberating zones, with –

dani cuts off your thoughts by pressing her soft lips onto yours. you let out a slight moan into the kiss and wrap your arms around her neck. she places her hands on your hips and pulse you closer to her, your bodies emanating warmth. her tongue finds its way into your mouth and wrestles with your own. you can taste the faint traces of cerveza as your tongues conduct their own little symphony. you finally break away from the kiss, gasping for air, as she does the same. you can’t help but place your gaze back on her lips.

“what was that for?” you hardly manage to get out. you feel your face on fire as she looks down at your kiss-bitten lips and back at your eyes.

“i’ve just,” she began, starting to feel the embarrassment of what she has just done. she never would have had the courage to do this sober. “you have no idea how long i have wanted to do that.” she rubs the back of her neck with her hand and looks down at her shoes. her face is now breaking out into a shade you’ve never seen before. it’s kind of adorable, you think to yourself.

you smile and place your hand on her chin, tilting her head to meet your gaze. “so have i.” you share. her mouth breaks back into a smile at your words. suddenly, you hear a familiar voice down below. fuck. you forgot about bicho.

“i kn-knew it,” he says in between hiccups. “fucki- fucking finally.” he finally spits out, looking up at you both. he raises a bottle of cerveza to you both once again. was your adoration for your fellow guerrilla really that obvious that bicho picked up on it?

dani turns her attention back to you and surprises you with another kiss. to your disappointment, the kiss is shorter than the last. “don’t worry, cariño. we will be doing that a lot more often.” and just like that, she’s making her way back down the guerrilla path and back to bicho. good call, you think. he needs to sober up.

you make your way back down the path and meet back up with them. bicho leads you both to a nearby dance floor and you dance the night away. who would’ve known that a few drinks was all it would take to bring you both together?

[danistartt]

tried to find my own fics and i couldn't because tumblr's search system sucks so here is a casual masterlist. unsure if this is all of them but oh well

Jamie Tartt:

4 AM

Prince Charming

Gentleman

Jamie Tartt's Awful Breakfast and Lovely Morning

Dirty, Dirty Criminals

Homesick

Dani Rojas

When Worlds Collide

[two-aces]

A little ficlet of Two Aces because why not:

Jamie hasn’t ever had a real sleepover before, even as a kid. Sure, he’s shared a hotel room with his teammates and spent the night with all kinds of guys and girls when he’d lived his bachelor days, but he’s never had a real, honest-to-god sleepover until Dani invites him over out of the blue, just a week after Jamie has returned to the team.

He’s the only one invited, and surprises himself by agreeing. He is nervous, and doesn’t know what he’s supposed to bring with him, but he doesn’t have anyone that he can text to ask about it. So he overpacks a bit, probably. In hindsight, three duffels feels a bit like it could’ve been overkill. Dani doesn’t even seem fazed, thankfully, and leads Jamie through the apartment he’s renting with full enthusiasm. He doesn’t know what to expect, and for the most part it’s just like any other team hangout of days past, but between just the pair of them. Dani even shares a fruity sort of wine that smells a bit like one of mummy’s old perfumes. There’s nostalgia in every corner of the room, which is strange for a place that Jamie has never been before—like the whole flat is a familiar sort of foreign. The wine makes him a bit softer around the edges, he thinks, because he doesn’t even feel bad that Dani has beat him in all six Mario cart races they’ve played, despite his competitive drive to dominate. Maybe he’s getting used to the idea of them being equals. Maybe it’s just because it’s Dani.

He can’t be sure. All he knows is that it feels really fucking good to hang out with someone who seems to genuinely like him enough to do this slumber party bullshit with him. He hadn’t known it would feel this good to be lying on the carpet of his teammates living room with the couch pressed against the far side of the wall and a ridiculous mess of a blanket fort sheltering them from the overhead light.

He’s never met anyone who is as open with affection as Dani Rojas, and it’s easy to let himself get picked up and dragged into its undercurrent. They split a shitty frozen meal from the team trainer, legs folded up on the floor and heads bent close together so that they don’t knock the delicate canopy down around them. They’re sharing food and breath and it’s intoxicating the way a mere flicker of Dani’s smile goes straight to Jamie’s head.

They wake up still on the floor with half of the blanket roof hanging down over their legs. Foregoing furniture had been a bad idea, but the payoff of seeing Dani laugh his way to full wakefulness is something he thinks he wouldn’t trade back for anything. Sure, they’ll have to put in extra stretches and maybe consult the physio about the tighter muscles, but if that’s the price he’d pay it ten times over.

Dani makes him breakfast—he’s only ever had Keeley cook for him before, and she’s shit with a kitchen. Well, not entirely; they’d put the expensive marble island to good use, hadn’t they? But then his brain collages the two and he has the image of leaning Dani over that same table. His elbow slips with the shock of the mental image and he nearly drops his fork. Had been a fucking lovely image, and he’d definitely have to revisit that in greater detail some time, but it’s kind of impossible to do that when the said star of his imagination is nodding his head to the faint radio play of a song Jamie can’t understand and stirring his breakfast for him.

They spend a lazy morning together, lounging on the couch they’ve pushed back to the center of the living room. They don’t even talk much, sat on opposite ends so their feet touch on the middle cushion and Jamie’s toenail grazes the edge of Dani’s ankle bone. Dani carries a load of darks fresh from the dryer and Jamie automatically sets to the easy task of folding them with him. Its kind of nice, being all domestic and shit. Dani throws a tee shirt at him when Jamie makes a stupid joke, and Jamie retaliates by putting it on. It’s still warm and big in the shoulders on Jamie, but Dani laughs and doesn’t ask him to take it off. That makes his stomach flutter and he has to drag his mind away from the fantasy of shoving the clothes aside and having him right there on the couch.

They take a lap around the complex when the sun rises a bit higher, trading a pair of AirPods so that they can choose each others music. When they get back to Dani’s flat he asks Jamie to add some of the songs he’d chosen onto his phone—just hands it over like he’d trust Jamie with his life and everything in it.

He doesn’t go through Dani’s photos even though he can. He adds the desired songs to the already packed Spotify playlist and simply hands it back to him. Dani beams and pockets it. Doesn’t even check if Jamie has snooped through his messages or nothing. He’s so fucking trusting that it makes Jamie hope nobody ever takes advantage of it—some kind of protective instinct he’d have expected of Roy or Ted or someone. Fucking Richmond is making him soft, and he can’t stop smiling for the life of him.

When he does leave Dani’s place and parks his car in the driveway, he is slow to actually get out and head inside. Like part of him is still back in that kitchen and he’s watching the sun stream in through Dani’s dark eyelashes over cold eggs. The house is silent when he goes inside. Too big, too, but he’s always kind of felt that way about it. He’d hoped by indulging in so much excess he would get used to it faster. Really, it only makes coming back from days like these feel lonelier.

His phone chimes. When he swipes it open there is an Instagram alert and he follows it to the photo carousel that Dani has posted from their night. They’d taken several selfies throughout, and there’s two posted where they’ve got ridiculous filters on their faces to look like they’ve got inflated lips and ridiculously long foreheads. The last one is the only one that Jamie hadn’t noticed him take; it’s of Jamie folding up one of the blankets with a look so soft and smitten that he has to click away for a bit. He’d been wearing Dani’s tee shirt. Nobody else would know if they saw it, but Jamie knew, and he fiddles the collar instinctively and tugs it up to his nose. Smells like his own sweat, mostly, but the detergent scent lingers just below that.

Dani’s tagged him in all of the pictures of them both, and captioned it ‘A wonderful night in with mi amigo! Thank you for keeping me company @/StrikerJamie’. There’s a series of emojis that follow it, but Jamie is focused in on the single red heart next to the fucking sunglasses and football emoji. His cheeks are probably the exact same hue.

They look like a proper couple, if he tries to see it that way, which he isn’t. One friendly sleepover does not a romance make. Besides that, he’s so enamored just by being Dani’s friend that he thinks he’d like to hold onto that for a while before he thinks of pursuing anything else. So he scrolls Insta for a bit longer and secretly stalks the tumblr account that posts all his best photos and outfits, glad to see that they’ve immediately reposted Dani’s images of them both and have deemed them ‘okay but nobody told them they had any right to look that hot tho’. Hell, yeah, they’re fucking hot. Could sell out magazines if they teamed up, like. They could do real fucking numbers. Full, eat-your-heart-out-Kim-Kardashian numbers.

So he does something a bit stupid, perhaps. A little reckless, a little hopeful, a lot nervous. He has been out of Dani’s company for going three hours, and he has just sent him a text message that reads, ‘Oi, I owe you a good bottle of red after last night. Needed that, but let’s sleep in an actual bed next time. What do you say? Sleepover at mine?’

Dani sends him a thumbs up emoji and several yellow smiley faces. And a single red heart.

Jamie has a feeling that this will not be the last of their shared nights, and puts his phone into the pocket of Dani’s borrowed shirt, entirely unable to wipe the warm smile from his face.

[mearpsdyke]

six sentence sunday: obsesionario chapter 10

the utd game is being such a pain in the ass so here. proof that i've not abandoned obsesionario. (it's obviously not six sentences)

******

“Are you sure that’s all you have to say for yourself? All you came here to do?” He inquired, with an ironic tone that made Jamie’s cheeks burn.

“Y-yes. ‘M sure.”

“Jamie. You could’ve unblocked me, send a text and block me again instead of driving three hours to see me face to face.” Dani’s eyebrows were knitted in a frown, with a look in his eye that pierced right through Jamie’s bullshit.

“When you put it like that…” He left the sentence hanging in the air. Dani’s fingers loosened around Jamie’s wrist, and for a second Jamie allowed his thoughts to linger on the fact that he couldn’t guess where his skin ended and Dani’s started. It felt right to be touched by Dani, to feel his skin against his.

Fucking soulmates, man, he thought.

[providing-leverage]

Aroace Bumbercatch, Flowers for Dani, PacRim two aces au... I have so many fics I want to work on but no time...

Plus the knowledge that Bumbercatch is Swiss just made me think more about a Sense8 au because that's another one I've always wanted to try my hand at.

(I have been making time by ignoring all the college stuff I should be doing when I'm at home)

[lupuslikethewolf]

ted lasso au-gust day 8: robots & androids

Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV)

Relationship: Dani Rojas & Jamie Tartt

Characters: Jamie Tartt, Dani Rojas (Ted Lasso), Background & Cameo Characters

Additional Tags: could be, Implied Dani Rojas/Jamie Tartt, Roombas, it's name is mister kitty, AU-gust | August Writing Challenge, AU-gust | August Writing Challenge 2023

Summary: jamie and dani are lonely. jamie and dani move in together. jamie and dani adopt a roomba.