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Hello. Could I request a fic with f reader working at Richmond and Jan Maas faling in love with reader. Just fluff. â¤ď¸
Jan Maas*Sweet As You
Pairing: Jan Maas x f!reader
Word count: 1134
Warnings: pure fluff
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There were definite perks and draw backs of working at Richmond. On one hand as a receptionist, you got paid to do honestly not very much. However, on the other hand you had to deal with a weird amount of prank calls from football fans.
One recently developing perk was the free coffee you received every morning. No, it wasn't a company thing or from your boss or other colleagues. Every morning this week Jan Maas walked in with a black coffee in one hand and an iced caramel mocha latte with an extra shot of expresso in the other.
It all started when you happened to walk into work at the same time and he noticed the Starbucks cup in your hand. "Is that even coffee at this point?" He half teased half seriously wondered.
"It is coffee," you said, drawing out the words as you defended yourself as Jan opened the front door for you, "caffeine not enough for me. I need that sugar high to deal with you lot,"
Jan chuckled at you, walking you over to the desk where your coworker pretended not to be listening in. "Funny. I thought you were sweet enough. See you later," he said, walking away to leave you a blushing mess.
However as soon as he got out of sight Jan became equally as flustered as he realised what he'd said. What was worse was Sam hearing him muttering under his breath about it resulting in Sam telling all the guys who then set up a plan to teach Jan how to flirt.
The issue was he wasn't very good at it. Instead, every morning without fail he got your coffee for you. "Hey Jan," you called, rolling down your car window as you slowed down. It was 7am and he was walking to Richmond with two coffees in hand, "need a lift?"
Jan preferred to walk. He'd never really seen the big deal around cars. However, he was quick to accept your offer. "My coffees will bankrupt you," you joked as you accepted the drink before resuming your drive.
"Donât worry about it," he laughed, "your worth the money,"
"Think you can buy my affection? âyou teased as you were pulling into Richmond.
"Maybe," he said it quietly, his eyes darting away before back to yours. "Is it working?" He asked.
You turned the car off, taking a long sip out your coffee while pretending to think about it, "I think it might be," you finally said, a smile on your lips and a large grin on his. "Throw in a pastry next time and I'm yours,"
When people saw you get out the same car there were some rumours to say the least. Another drawback of the job. However, another perk was walking in right now with a coffee and a suspiciously sweet-smelling brown bag.
"I wasn't sure which to get so I picked whichever looked the sweetest," he said as he placed the bag down.
"You know me so well," you grinned, "thanks though. Take it you don't have time to have one before practise?" You asked despite knowing he didnât, but you couldn't help but try.
Your smile plus the way your eyelashes batted had Jan Maas willing to pay the late fee. "I suppose one wouldn't hurt," he said as he moved to sit on the edge of the reception desk as you offered him a pastry, "You should make Stroopkoeken with me one day. You'd like them,"
"What are they?" You asked, not realising how adorable Jan thought your head tilt was in your confusion.
"They're like a Carmel biscuit. My mum would make them for me growing up. Better than any Starbucks pastry," he joked, âBut you have to make them from scratch to get the best experience,â
âYouâll have to teach me some time,â you smiled back and is if on queue his phone began ringing.
Jan deflated when he saw his teammates call, âIâll need to go now. Iâll see you later,â
As he began to walk away you cringed before taking a deep breath, âWait!â you called making him stop in his tracks. âAre you free tomorrow night? Maybe we could try making those biscuits,â you offered with an awkward smile that he found insanely endearing.
A wide grin broke onto his face, âIâd love to. Itâs a date,â he said before actually turning to go to practise, leaving you a grinning mess.
-
âA baking date is perfect!â
âNah man you should go out to a restaurant for the first date,â
âOh, what if you take her to Samâs place for dinner first?â
âThereâs a new bar up the street you could go to after,â
âWhat you gonna wear bruv?â
âMake sure you actually clean up. Chicks notice that kinda stuff,â
âOh, you should get her flowers. Birds dig flowers,â
âAnd make sure when you go to kiss her- â
âWoah woah guys!â Jan said, standing up from the bench and pushing past his teammates whoâd essentially jumped on him after practise when they found out why he was late, âItâs just a first date. Well, I think itâs a date. I said itâs a date, but people here donât always mean date, oh god what if she doesnât realise itâs a date?â Jan began to panic, turning to his equally clueless mates.
They were all panicking till a loud, âOi,â stopped them, âDonât listen to these pricks,â Roy told him after pretending not to care the whole time, âShower, shave, tidy up, and calm down. Sheâll know itâs a date since all you two do is flirt like some snot nosed teens,â he said, rolling his eyes.
âRoyâs right,â Sam said, standing to put a hand on Janâs shoulder, âYouâve got nothing to worry about,â
âNot what I said but alright,â Roy shrugged but this time he got ignored.
Well apart from Jamie who rolled his eyes before adding his own words of wisdom. âYeah, mate just be yourself,â
-
The kitchen was now a mess, sugar spilt everywhere, and a pot that looked like it would never be clean again and of course a plate of perfectly made biscuits. âI donât know how my mum made it look so easy,â Jan said.
You laughed as you reached up to wipe the flour off his forehead, âYeah but they taste good so who cares,â you said, noticing the way his cheeks tinged pink whenever you touched him.
âTheyâre almost as sweet as you,â he smiled softly, brushing your hair out of your face making your own skin flush.
Enough was enough you thought, âSo tell me something,â you said, Jan humming as he waited for you to ask, âWhy havenât you kissed me yet?â you nearly whispered.
âI thought youâd never ask,â
Pairing: Jan Maas x f!reader
Word count: 1134
Warnings: pure fluff
There were definite perks and draw backs of working at Richmond. On one hand as a receptionist, you got paid to do honestly not very much. However, on the other hand you had to deal with a weird amount of prank calls from football fans.
One recently developing perk was the free coffee you received every morning. No, it wasn't a company thing or from your boss or other colleagues. Every morning this week Jan Maas walked in with a black coffee in one hand and an iced caramel mocha latte with an extra shot of expresso in the other.
It all started when you happened to walk into work at the same time and he noticed the Starbucks cup in your hand. "Is that even coffee at this point?" He half teased half seriously wondered.
"It is coffee," you said, drawing out the words as you defended yourself as Jan opened the front door for you, "caffeine not enough for me. I need that sugar high to deal with you lot,"
Jan chuckled at you, walking you over to the desk where your coworker pretended not to be listening in. "Funny. I thought you were sweet enough. See you later," he said, walking away to leave you a blushing mess.
However as soon as he got out of sight Jan became equally as flustered as he realised what he'd said. What was worse was Sam hearing him muttering under his breath about it resulting in Sam telling all the guys who then set up a plan to teach Jan how to flirt.
The issue was he wasn't very good at it. Instead, every morning without fail he got your coffee for you. "Hey Jan," you called, rolling down your car window as you slowed down. It was 7am and he was walking to Richmond with two coffees in hand, "need a lift?"
Jan preferred to walk. He'd never really seen the big deal around cars. However, he was quick to accept your offer. "My coffees will bankrupt you," you joked as you accepted the drink before resuming your drive.
"Donât worry about it," he laughed, "your worth the money,"
"Think you can buy my affection? âyou teased as you were pulling into Richmond.
"Maybe," he said it quietly, his eyes darting away before back to yours. "Is it working?" He asked.
You turned the car off, taking a long sip out your coffee while pretending to think about it, "I think it might be," you finally said, a smile on your lips and a large grin on his. "Throw in a pastry next time and I'm yours,"
When people saw you get out the same car there were some rumours to say the least. Another drawback of the job. However, another perk was walking in right now with a coffee and a suspiciously sweet-smelling brown bag.
"I wasn't sure which to get so I picked whichever looked the sweetest," he said as he placed the bag down.
"You know me so well," you grinned, "thanks though. Take it you don't have time to have one before practise?" You asked despite knowing he didnât, but you couldn't help but try.
Your smile plus the way your eyelashes batted had Jan Maas willing to pay the late fee. "I suppose one wouldn't hurt," he said as he moved to sit on the edge of the reception desk as you offered him a pastry, "You should make Stroopkoeken with me one day. You'd like them,"
"What are they?" You asked, not realising how adorable Jan thought your head tilt was in your confusion.
"They're like a Carmel biscuit. My mum would make them for me growing up. Better than any Starbucks pastry," he joked, âBut you have to make them from scratch to get the best experience,â
âYouâll have to teach me some time,â you smiled back and is if on queue his phone began ringing.
Jan deflated when he saw his teammates call, âIâll need to go now. Iâll see you later,â
As he began to walk away you cringed before taking a deep breath, âWait!â you called making him stop in his tracks. âAre you free tomorrow night? Maybe we could try making those biscuits,â you offered with an awkward smile that he found insanely endearing.
A wide grin broke onto his face, âIâd love to. Itâs a date,â he said before actually turning to go to practise, leaving you a grinning mess.
-
âA baking date is perfect!â
âNah man you should go out to a restaurant for the first date,â
âOh, what if you take her to Samâs place for dinner first?â
âThereâs a new bar up the street you could go to after,â
âWhat you gonna wear bruv?â
âMake sure you actually clean up. Chicks notice that kinda stuff,â
âOh, you should get her flowers. Birds dig flowers,â
âAnd make sure when you go to kiss her- â
âWoah woah guys!â Jan said, standing up from the bench and pushing past his teammates whoâd essentially jumped on him after practise when they found out why he was late, âItâs just a first date. Well, I think itâs a date. I said itâs a date, but people here donât always mean date, oh god what if she doesnât realise itâs a date?â Jan began to panic, turning to his equally clueless mates.
They were all panicking till a loud, âOi,â stopped them, âDonât listen to these pricks,â Roy told him after pretending not to care the whole time, âShower, shave, tidy up, and calm down. Sheâll know itâs a date since all you two do is flirt like some snot nosed teens,â he said, rolling his eyes.
âRoyâs right,â Sam said, standing to put a hand on Janâs shoulder, âYouâve got nothing to worry about,â
âNot what I said but alright,â Roy shrugged but this time he got ignored.
Well apart from Jamie who rolled his eyes before adding his own words of wisdom. âYeah, mate just be yourself,â
-
The kitchen was now a mess, sugar spilt everywhere, and a pot that looked like it would never be clean again and of course a plate of perfectly made biscuits. âI donât know how my mum made it look so easy,â Jan said.
You laughed as you reached up to wipe the flour off his forehead, âYeah but they taste good so who cares,â you said, noticing the way his cheeks tinged pink whenever you touched him.
âTheyâre almost as sweet as you,â he smiled softly, brushing your hair out of your face making your own skin flush.
Enough was enough you thought, âSo tell me something,â you said, Jan humming as he waited for you to ask, âWhy havenât you kissed me yet?â you nearly whispered.
âI thought youâd never ask,â
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(one and only time I'll tag anything regarding this as 'x reader'!)
Greetings dear Ladies, Gents and Theydies!
I am working on my own Ted Lasso Fanfiction Universe (the WAG-Verse) and... I'm struggling đĽ˛
At least I have the OCs mostly planned.
I'll be writing xOC Stories for:
Jan Maas
Dani Rojas
Isaac McAdoo
Sam Obisanya
Jamie Tartt
Will Kitman
Richard Montlaur
Keeley Jones (that's more of a Sideplot in the Isaac Fic)
Roy Kent
This is where you come in! đ
I want to practice outside of my own little Canon and would appreciate requests/prompts to do so - tell me the Ted Lasso character and what you want to see and I'll write it for them and their OC!
That way my own little OC Creations can evolve into 'actual' people before I start their individual stories :3
Thanks for reading and any possible asks!
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I wish people wrote for Jan Maas.
#love that big dutch bastard#jan maas#jan maas x reader#ted lasso#ted lasso x reader#david elsendoorn
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jan maas has become an addiction and idk what to do-
Positive Positive
Summary:Â A dozen positives confirm the news, now you just have to tell your boyfriend the big news. But how? Couple:Â Jan Maas x Reader Word Count: 2,050 Warnings: Pregnancy, positive pregnancy test, general early pregnancy angst Fandom: Ted Lasso Rating:Â Fluff/Angst-ish
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Gentleman- Jamie Tartt
pairings: jamie tartt x reader, richmond team warnings: language. i think i read this one too many times. about: request! secret dating because reader works for Richmond (as like pr or physio or something) but when they win a match one day Jamie is so overcome with joy he just has to kiss her
âDonât you think someone is bound to get worried youâre coming in here every day?â you wonder, pinching away individual blades of grass stuck among the fuzzy dandelions of Jamieâs socks.
âNah,â he says, watching your careful attention from his place on the pillow. Heâs feeling bad about putting his muddy shoes over your clean lap, but you havenât complained once, only appreciating the easy access to touch him. âThey donât know I come up here.â
You look perplexed. âWhere do they think you go?â
Jamie shrugs. âThe loo?â
âThe one not in the locker room? Six times a day for ten minutes?â
âI keep myself hydrated,â he tells you, lifting up his water bottle to wag it at you. âYâknow, to keep up appearances.â
You chuckle, pushing the web of your thumb around his ankle and trying to touch your pointer. Your phone blinks up at you, the time precarious. Your hand slackens. âYou need to get back soon.â
Jamie gets that sticky feeling he does whenever he has to leave something, gross and pleading at the pit of his stomach, his every cell calling out for him to use his time better. He wants to touch you like youâre touching him. He shifts onto his elbows and stares at you. âI can be a little late.â
You frown at the idea, your hands still and warm on his calves. âNo, Jamie.â
âYes, Jamie,â he murmurs, his arms making quick succession in tugging you to him. Heâs strong, heâs always been strong, but you donât tend to notice until heâs pulling you out from beneath his legs and hugging you in a single movement.
You donât want to encourage him but you want even less to not make your delight shown at being pressed against his chest.
The minute changes. Your care for it begins to dwindle.
âJamie!â you squeal, not moving.Â
He says your name in the same tone, as condescending as he used to be but sweetened by the kiss he presses against your hair. âCâmon, love,â he encourages, a horrid influence working.
âNo,â you insist weakly. âTedâs waiting for you. The teamâs waiting for you.â
âBut Iâve been waitinâ for this all day,â he complains pointedly. âMaybe I should trip oâer the ball or somethinâ. Make a nice excuse to spend hours here with ya.â
âJamie Tartt? Not believable.â
He makes a pleased noise, pressing another kiss to your forehead. âYouâre right.â
Another minute. Tedâs brown eyes bore into your subconscious.
Painfully, you peel yourself off of Jamie, slotting his thighs between your own. You watch his pupils dilate from above him.
âNo,â you start, gently holding his face in your hands in a plea and causing the opposite effect youâd meant to. âNo time. Later.â
He grasps your coat tightly.
âI promise. Just go to practice.â You spy the time and scramble off of him. âNow.â
He groans, catching your wrist when you hurry to collect the loose strands of his hair. He holds up a hand, pinky finger outstretched, and stares in question.
You roll your eyes but hook your own through his, a grin making its way to his face. âYâknow theseâre binding, right?â he asks pragmatically.
Youâd taught him that. The prick. âYes,â you say exasperatedly, trying to pull him off the couch.
ââM goinâ,â he mutters, letting you. âIâll see you in half an hour.â
âNo you will not,â you gasp. âTheyâre going to think you have a bladder infection.â
âIâll make somethinâ up,â he shrugs, looking around. He picks up your keys off your desk and wags them. âMaybe you dropped your keys when you were headinâ in.â
âJamie,â you warn. âYou canât leave the team so much because, beside the fact that theyâll notice something is up, you actually like being with them andââ
âI like you better. A lot prettier.â He closes his fingers around the keys.
You inch closer slowly, but heâs undeterred and blows you a kiss, leaving your office with only muddy tracks left in his place before you can catch up. âDo not come by in half an hour!â
He listens to you. Kind of.
You see him a few hours later, a cocky glaze on his features, keys clicking against one another. âHey, doc, I think ya dropped somethinâ.â
You snatch them from him. âWhat a gentleman.â
âRight? Had to fight for it, too. Coach must really like returning keys.â
âHowâd you get him to give them up?â
âI jusâ left,â he shrugs.
You gape at him. âWhat?â
âI told âim I found your keys, he said heâd give âem to you after practice. I said you might need âem now and then I just went inside âfore he could call Will over. I should actually be gettinâ back now, our screaming breakâs probably over.â He slinks over to you and kisses your forehead, smelling like grass and sweat and lavender detergent.
âWhat?â you echo.
âIâll see you later. Can you pick up some food before you get home? Kent donât really like it when I leave the screaminâ. Says itâs most effective on me.â
He smiles at you, waves, and leaves you perplexed.
You put down what he stole from you and notice vibrant pink peeking beneath metal, a green stemâs end through the ring. When you pull it out, you recognize it as one of the flowers that keep growing at the far right edge of the field. You melt into your seat, pouting at the crumpled petals.
-
âSo, whatâs the verdict, Doc?â Ted asks when you come out of your room, dipping a finger behind your right glove.
âHeâll be okay. He can play this weekâs game as long as he doesnât put too much pressure on his foot. I told him to ice it periodically for two days and then just make sure it isnât swelling.â
âNo permanent damage, then?â
You laugh. âNo permanent damage.â
Sam pushes your door open, leaning on a crutch.
âHow you feelinâ, champ?â Ted asks.
Sam shrugs. âIâve been better. At least Doctor Y/n gave me the all clear for this week.â He looks pointedly at you, as if Ted might need confirmation from you.
âUnder what conditions?â you pry.
âRest, ice, compress, and elevate,â he lists off his fingers.
âThe most important for you, Mr. Obisanya, beingâŚâ
âNot being on it for two days,â he answers, ever the great student.
âI wish all my patients listened as well as you do,â you commend, letting him go with a smile.
Ted watches him go, turning back to you with a cheery expression. âWell, thank you, Doc.â
âItâs what Iâm here for.â You toy with your gloves, listening to the team erupt in noise once Sam assumedly gets back.
âAnd also to bring a smile to all our faces. Not to say thatâs a purpose. Just a nice bonus.â
You laugh. âThank you, Ted. Is there anything else you need from me?â
He shakes his head. âOh, no, no. Just wanted to ask if you were interested in goinâ out with the team and I tonight.â
âWhere are you going?â
âOh, just the Crown and Anchor. We havenât officially asked âem yet, but one thing that doesnât change no matter where we are is that athletes always appreciate a good drink with good company.â
âVery true,â you murmur, contemplating. You hadnât gone out with the boys in a while and you were beginning to miss their antics. You could sit around the house for the evening, or you could spend that same evening a little drunk with your friends. âYou know what? Sure. Iâd love to.â
âAlrighty then!â Ted cheers, pleasantly genuine in the way no one else is. âIâll let âem know. Weâll see ya later, Doc!âÂ
âYou too, Ted!â you call after him, slumping into your chair once youâre alone. Your phone vibrates from the table, lighting up with a picture of Jamie that heâd insisted you set as his profile picture. âHello?â
âCoach says yer coming with us tonight?â
You stare at your door. âHe just left. How could he have possibly already told you that?â
âTeam groupchat. He was very insistent about it an' m'honestly not that upset about it anymore.â
You laugh. âI am going. Are you?â
âCourse. Dâyou want me to pick you up?â
âHow do we explain that?â
âIâm a gentleman?â
âTo this degree? Do you think theyâd believe that?â
âIâll go before. Help ya pick out your clothes, put âem on?â
âYouâll see me when I get there.â
âCâmon, love. I want to be the first.â
âYou always are!â
âDo you really wanna risk that streak?â
âYes.â Other voices begin to filter in, still far away but getting closer. âIâll see you there, Jamie. I love you.â
Jamie pauses, a soft shuffling noise preceding what is clearly Jamieâs palm curving around his phoneâs speaker. âI love ya, too,â he whispers. You hang up, leaning into your seat. Your phone zzpts in your hand.
send a picture. Three dots, blinking in and out. please.
Humming, you debate it before: iâll think about it.Â
-
Jamie, of course, is the first to see you.
He looks for you in every creak of the pub door, slyly craning his neck to check for the color of your hair or the burgundy coat you tend to wear on these outings. When he finally catches sight of you, he looks away, satisfied to have been the owner of the first glance.
The others spot you quickly, raising their beers in your direction. Zoereaux puts your drink in your hand, cold bubbles splashing the curve of your thumb.
You thank him, kissing his cheek in greeting as the others crowd you. âMaybe I should be worried you all know my order.â
âAbsolutely not,â Ted chimes in from your other side. âKnowledge is love.â He hugs you too. âGlad you could make it, Doc.â
You push yourself onto a seat next to Jan Maas, tipping your glass at him. âYou look nice,â he says.
âThank you,â you respond. âYou too.â
âDoc?â Isaac asks.
âYou can call me by my name, Isaac.â
He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. âNah. Feels weird now.â
âAlright. Whatâs up?â
âMy sister says thank you for the advice. Her legâs all better now and she told me to invite you over for dinner.â
âShe doesnât have to do that.â
âShe insists.â
âYou should just accept,â Colin says. âShe makes a good Shepherdâs pie and wonât give up.â
Isaac nods, jutting a finger in his direction.
âOf course, then. Canât wait.â
The conversation continues, and you indulge a glance at Jamie to find him looking back at you, an inquisitive pull to his brows. Your eyebrows jump, trying to ask a question with only your features.
You pull your phone from your pocket and begin typing out a message for him when the topic somehow heads back to you.
âHey, dâyou end up going on that date?â Bumberbatch asks suddenly.
You blink. Jamie turns to him curiously. âWhat?â
âWith the prick. You know. Coiffed hair, All puffed up.â
âUm.â You try very hard to not look at Jamie, whoâs surely staring at you with wide, amused eyes. âYes. Yes I did.â
âHowâd it go?â Isaac urges. Your mouth is open with no certain words to comfort.
âYeah. Howâd the date with the prick go?â Jamie pipes up, sliced brow up. Heâs awful. Truly, truly awful and he knows it.
You force a smile at him. âNot as bad as I thought.â The team mumbles in satisfaction but Jamie doesnât give.
âNot as bad, huh?â Jamie repeats, lips thinning in thought. âI dunno.â He does a little shake of his head and licks his lips, meeting your eyes again. âMaybe it went a little better than that?â
You clear your throat, heat rising to your face though you try desperately to keep it down.Â
Colin raises a brow. âWhy would you say that?â
Jamie shrugs, unfairly unphased. âJust askinâ.â
The attention moves off of you. You glare at him.
He smiles and, in the wake of a controversial argument between cartoons, winks at you. Your legs go weak.
-
Youâre supposed to sit with the coaches during matches. Keeley had been upset at first and Rebecca sorry, offering a replacement medical professional for a game if you were so inclined to observe a game from the box seats, but youâd refused. Your place, although precarious with flying balls and the grandest source of stress, is kind to you.Â
You sit behind Ted during matches. The back of his head is surprisingly comforting in the tensest points of a match, and you find you can catch the preliminary movements of his fingers when youâre nearby.
There isnât much contorting you have to do to sprint into the field if youâre needed, and the seat itself isnât too bad when youâre not. Also, you have a great view.
Youâre close enough to feel the strength with which the players kick the ball, youâre part of the very exclusive audience to the coachesâ hope, and when he gets close enough, Jamie can hear your cheers for him very clearly.
Youâre completely sure he can hear you now, shouting at the top of your lungs up front with the coaches, fists tight enough to shake. He speeds up with renewed energy, the ball a blur between fast legs and fake passes. You grasp Royâs arm with everything in you and let your eyes move to the timer. Less than fifteen seconds to go and a tie glares in blocky red numbers.
Your fingers spark with something hot, curling tighter around Royâs wrist when the ball is passed to Jamie.
The time goes by too slowly and the ball flies too fast, a defender slamming to the ground with his hands up as Jamieâs kick sends the ball into the net. The clock ticks for the last time. The arena erupts in sound and a combination of red and blue.
You scream, finally letting go of Roy to drag your hands to your face. Isaac and Dani embrace on the field, most of the others running toward Jamie but Jamie is sprinting toward you.
You realize too late whatâs going on, too proud of Jamie, too dizzy on adrenaline and excitement to realize whatâs about to happen and why it shouldnât.
He comes up to you beaming, picking you up easily and spinning you around. You respond immediately, palms against his warm cheeks, lips pressing repeatedly against his forehead and then finally his lips. âYou did so good,â you praise, hoping he can hear you even through the overwhelming noise. âIâm so proud of you.â
He grins, finally catching your lips and lowering you to the floor. It takes only two seconds for what happened to settle in. You can see it on his face, the exhilaration contorting into recognition. He finally looks away from you and gulps.
The stadium is still loud, but most of the team is looking at you, caught in differing positions of celebration. Ted stares at the both of you, jaw dropped.
âWhat do we do?â he whispers to you. âDo you think theyâll believe it if we say it was an accident?â
âNo,â you respond just as quietly. âNo, I donât think so.â
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saved you a seat - jamie tartt x reader
pairing: jamie tartt x reader
word count: 3.1k of pure fluff
a/n: no warnings for this one except language, obviously. i just wanted to imagine having a fluffy little coach trip with jamie tartt so i hope there are others out there who want to imagine the same. requests are SO open for jamie/roy/sam/ted please do send some ideas <3
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You werenât quite sure how youâd managed to engineer this situation, but you were worried that if you thought about it too hard, you might end up losing it. Somehow, on a coach to Amsterdam, youâd ended up wedged between a window and Jamie Tartt and despite that being the stuff of nightmares only about a year ago, now it was something you couldnât have hoped for in advance.
âI said Iâd save a seat for ya, didnât I?â heâd claimed proudly when you shimmied past him to sit in the window seat. Heâd been smiling hopefully at you as he patted it when youâd walked down the aisle of the coach. Youâd thought youâd be sitting with Rebecca at the back until heâd tugged at your wrist to stop you in your tracks.
âTo be totally transparent, I thought you were joking,â you murmured to him once you were settled, bag tucked underneath your seat, âYou also said the same to Roy yesterday, and I heard you saying it to Sam this morning.â
âYeah, but I was fuckinâ with them,â he says, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world, âBesides, we have a whole conditioner campaign to plan, right? Nowâs as good a time to start as any.â
You tried not to let your heart sink a little. Of course it was work-related. Youâd just have to be happy with the grin he was sporting as he nudged your arm.
âYouâre on,â you grinned back, then, with a show of boldness, âBut only if you promise not to complain when I inevitably fall asleep on you later.â
If anything, his grin grows wider.
âShoulderâs all yours, love. Iâm told itâs pretty comfy.â
âWhoâs told you that? Roy?â
He rolls his eyes, but itâs too fond. You busy yourself trying to manoeuvre your laptop out of your bag, but a hand on yours stops you in your tracks. When you look up, Jamieâs face is soft and heâs tucking your laptop away again.
âRelax. The coachâll take hours yet. We can get comfy first, yeah?â
âYouâre right,â you concede, shuffling into the back of your seat again with a content sigh, âDonât know why Iâm pretending to be eager to work.â
He laughs and you join in. You want to tell him heâs got a downright infectious laugh these days, because its lighter than ever and always filled with genuine happiness, but you donât. Too much. Instead, you push up on the back of the seat in front of you to tap Dani urgently on the shoulder, then sit down quickly and turn a fake-reprimanding glance at Jamie.
âWhat is it, amigo?â he directs his question towards Jamie whoâs looking incredulous, âOr are you playing a cheeky prank?â
You tut and sink further into your seat as you shake your head at Jamie. He begins to point at you, but Dani is already ruffling Jamieâs hair and turning back around as he mutters happily in Spanish. Jamie turns to you, brows furrowed.
âSo thatâs how itâs gonna be, eh?â
You shrug, as playful as you can manage with your heart beating a little harder in your chest. He narrows his eyes at you, then settles into his seat, and you know heâs plotting revenge. You canât wait.
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Itâs been an hour and a half, and you and Jamie have been going back and forth almost the entire time, the very idea of doing any work on his new ad campaign buried in favour of having fun. Jamie had snuck your phone from your lap and prank called Ted who was sat at the back of the bus. Youâd then somehow managed to do the same with Jamieâs phone, but decided to send a rather inflammatory text to Jan Maas, which was followed by a half hour argument between the two men that was incredibly entertaining.
Most recently, Jamie had made a terrible noise putting his mouth to his elbow and blamed it on you, but luckily Sam had seen him do it and youâd been able to clear your name. It had been a stellar effort though, so you were giving it some time before you found something perfect to retaliate with.
âCan I ask yâ something?â Jamie spoke suddenly, but his voice was softer than youâd heard it on the journey so far. You turned to him and nodded encouragingly, âI was jusâ sat here wonderinâ - and please donât take this the wrong way - but why yâ decided to come with us? Iâm happy about it, âcourse I am, but-â
âI get it, Jamie,â you said quickly, because you could see how much he was struggling. It was heartwarming how earnest he was when heâd said he was happy youâd come with them though, and you were fighting an urge to lean in and kiss his cheek to stop his rambling, âIâm not exactly essential personnel for a trip to Amsterdam.â
âFuck, thatâs exactly what I was tryinâ not to sound like - wait, yâ donât really think that do ya?â
âJamie, seriously, stop worrying! Itâs sweet but so unnecessary. Hannah, you know the one that usually handles socials? She couldnât make it so Rebecca asked if Iâd fill in. Iâm not one to turn down a free trip with some of my favourite people.â
His smile was genuine until the last sentence, where it morphed into something cocky as he puffed his chest.
âYou wanna name any of those favourite people of yours?â
You bit the inside of your cheek as you pretended to think about it. God, it felt like it would be so easy to admit that youâd jumped at the chance to come because you jumped at any chance to spend time with Jamie these days, but you couldnât. There were hours of this bus ride left to sit in awkward silence if he didnât take it well.
âWell, Tedâs gotta be right up there,â you began, shifting in your seat to look around the bus, âSam, of course, and, god, Colin is a must. Rebecca, obviously-â
âNo one whoâs last name might happen to rhyme with a part of the body, or somethinâ?â
You scrunch up your face in fake confusion. Itâs easy to imagine doing this forever, just playing pretend with Jamie Tartt for the rest of time, and youâll play along as long as he lets you.
âOhhh you mean Jan Maas? Rhymes with ass, very clever. Didnât know you were such a poet.â
âI dabble, me,â he deadpans, but neither of you can keep it up as you dissolve into giggles. Jamie pulls his cap further down his forehead to hide just how much heâs cracking up and you tuck your face down - no need to have the rest of the bus trying to get in on the joke. When you both calmed down, he turned, looking back up at you from under his hat, âVery quick by the way. Jan Maas, ass. Youâre good, you are.â
âYouâve only just noticed?â you asked incredulously, intent on teasing him just a step further, but he takes his hat off to look at you properly when he answers, running his hand once, twice through his hair first, of course.
âNah,â he replied, voice that soft whisper that youâd come to crave, âYâ wanna know when I noticed?â
You swallowed thickly, leaning into him in the same way he had, all conspiratorial and close.
âI dunno. Do I wanna know?â
Jamie ignored you and continued, eyes flitting from your face to a thread on his joggers he was picking at.
âIt was when Iâd just come back to Richmond anâ everyone was mad at me. Rightly so, I know. But I was sat in me car, havinâ lunch cause no one would eat with me yet. You were walking past with Rebecca going to lunch and you waved at me, with this mad bright smile on your face yâknow?â
âI may have a vague memory of that,â you said, as if seeing him alone in his car hadnât broken your heart at that time.
âAnâ then the day after, when you ate in your car anâ invited me to join. I knew yâ were only doinâ it for me, but I didnât care. I jusâ remember being so grateful. So, so grateful. Thatâs when I knew you wereâŚâ
He trailed off, but he was stuck staring at your face. You could feel the heat sparking down the length of your spine as he seemed to search your expression for something. His own was unreadable.
ââŚgood?â
It was like you had snapped him out of a trance and somehow you wished you hadnât said anything.
âGood, yeah, thatâs what I mean,â he murmured, then seemed to let that cocky mask fall back into place, âYou wanna tell me when you realised I was good now so I donât just sit here like a prick? Or, let me guess, youâre still waiting for it to happen?â
Despite the teasing tone, you somehow knew this wasnât an opportunity to joke. There was a newfound vulnerability in Jamie that you were always careful not to tread on; it was such a welcome change after all.
âNope, I know exactly when it was. I walked past the boot room one day, a couple weeks before we had that first lunch I think, and you were making sure things were tidy enough for Will to sort. There was nobody to watch you do it, either. I just knew that you were a different Jamie. That you wereâŚgood.â
Good didnât cut it at all. Youâd sworn then and there that you were going to help him find his way at Richmond whatever it took, and eating lunch in your car just so that he could join you a few weeks later felt like a good start. It had been. As Jamie worked to gain the love of his teammates, he had you as a constant sounding board, willing lunch partner and occasional movie night holder. He wasnât invited over often, not wanting to seem too eager, but heâd never turned you down.
Yes, that was the moment youâd realised heâd changed, but there had been a million moments since that had turned him into the first person that came to mind when heâd asked you for your favourite person on the bus.
Now he wasnât meeting your eyes at all, fully trained on that thread heâd been picking at. You sighed and flicked his hand to stop him ruining his favourite pair, and he finally looked up at you, wide puppy eyes that always made you melt when they showed up.
âYou really mean that?â
Rather than replying, you hold out your pinky to him and watch his smile grow as he twists his own around yours. You let it linger then lean in to kiss your own hand and gesture for him to do the same. He does it so tenderly you think youâre getting lightheaded.
âEvery word,â you assure him, settling back into your seat and untangling your hands from each other, âNow that Iâve been so nice to you, think I can cash in that shoulder offer from earlier?â
It was easier to revert to the easy banter than continue down this sincere path. And even though it was only just beginning to get dark, you couldnât look at him any longer. Maybe if you were resting on his shoulder, you could grin for a bit without him wondering what was wrong with you.
He patted his shoulder invitingly and you snuggled down into it, until your cheek was smushed into his jacket and you could smell the cologne radiating from him. You threaded an arm into the crook of his elbow without thinking, just because it was more comfortable, but when you moved to take it away, he rested his hand on yours to keep you there. That same hand then came up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, staying to cradle your head for a moment.
You held your breath.
He quickly thought better of leaving his hand there, squeezing your head for just a moment before dropping his arm back to his side.
It took a while to breathe naturally again, especially knowing heâd feel every painstaking inhale and exhale against him, and it took even longer for your eyes to close and to finally drift off.
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When you woke up again, you had to squint as your eyes adjusted to the almost total darkness of the coach. It had to have been a couple of hours. You wiped your mouth to ensure you hadnât drooled on your very kind seat partner then risked a glance up at him without moving your head too much.
He looked asleep. His chin was tucked against the crown of your head, and his whole body was turned into yours in a way it hadnât been when youâd fallen asleep. There was nothing that would make you want to move and disturb the moment, except for the unfortunate cramp in your neck you were simply going to have to stretch out.
You tried to gently ease your head out from under his but his eyes fluttered open immediately as he looked at you in concern.
âYâalright love?â
 That voice. Huskier and broader than ever in its newly woken state. You smiled up at him and whispered back, noticing that the rest of the bus were either asleep or resting as you stretched your neck.
âDidnât mean to wake you, sorry. You can have my shoulder now if you like, âs only fair.â
âNah youâre alright. If youâre awake, Iâm awake. What kind of seatmate would I be if I left you on your own, hm?â
âA normal one?â you offered, but he shook his head, holding a hand to his heart as if wounded.
âI will not have myself being described as anythin' but fuckin' extraordinary, please,â he insisted quietly, making you chuckle, âDid ya sleep well?â
âVery. Whoever told you that you have a comfy shoulder was annoyingly right.â
There was a note of jealousy in your tone that you didnât expect to be there when you started talking. If Jamie noticed it, he didnât say anything, even though you could have sworn you saw a smirk pass across his features.
âWell, Iâll let Colin know you agree with him,â he said matter-of-factly, and you wondered if he was telling you it was Colin on purpose. It was so difficult to second guess your every interaction with him, feelings getting stronger every minute you spent with him. Really, you were tired of it and tired in general and it was enough. Your usual caution had been left behind. You opened your mouth to speak, to maybe finally confess, but he was talking before you could begin.
âActually, can I tell ya a secret?â
It took you a moment to recover from what you had been about to say and respond to him.Â
âUhâŚyeah, of course. Anything, you know that.â
âI do, yeah. Yeah, thatâs part of it actually,â he was so in his head, but he was looking at you like he had earlier, searching for something. Nowadays, he looked so soft all the time, but there was a selfish part of you that hoped maybe he was especially soft with you, âItâs about what we said earlier. I lied to ya, and Iâve been fuckinâ kickinâ meself for it ever since.â
âYou lied?â
âYeah. I said the day we had lunch in your car was when I realised you were good. Thatâs not true,â he admitted, as if he was saying something shameful, âI already knew you were good, way before I was done beinâ a full-time prick. Anyone could tell you were good.â
Your heart was hammering away in your chest, in your throat, in your ears.
âThat day in the car park was actually when I realised you were justâŚfuckinâ incredible. Like, the most beautiful person I know. Not just fit, I knew you were fuckinâ fit, Iâve got eyes, but like- yâ were just somethinâ else. You are somethinâ else. Special, like.â
You felt frozen in your seat. It was hard to tell with how 'Jamie' the whole speech had been, but you were pretty sure there was a confession in there. It didnât sound like something heâd say to any of his mates. Still, you had to be sure.
âSorry, Jamie, I might be being thick here but are you saying youâre likeâŚinto me? Like, romantically?â
You cringed instantly at your choice of words but he didnât falter. This time, when he laid his hand over yours, he kept it there, stroking a steady rhythm into the back of your hand.
âIâm saying Iâm into you in likeâŚall the ways yâ can be into someone. Iâm fuckinâ mad about you, Y/N. The only one who doesnât see it is you, but you fell asleep on me shoulder and I was in fuckinâ heaven so Iâm telling ya. Look, Iâm not expectinâ anything-â
âWell, you should. Expect things, I mean,â you cut him off, because you canât go another second without reciprocating, âI thought you saved me a seat to talk about your conditioner campaign.â
He scoffed loudly then glanced around to check he hadnât woken anyone as he lowered his voice again.
âI couldnât give a shit about all that,â he said as firmly as he could whisper, âI give a shit about you. A lot of shits.â
You let out a breathy chuckle as you reply.
âGod, I give so many shits about you, Jamie. Too many shits. Have done for fucking forever, I was just about to tell you.â
âWhat, before I did?â he said, making a face, âAs if Iâd let you steal my thunder.â
You take an opportunity and a boldness you canât help but seize as you take his face in both hands and pull it towards yours until youâre both a breath apart. He closes his eyes and pushes towards you but you keep him just a moment away, stroking a trail along one of his eyelids.
âWell I think youâre fucking incredible too. Prick,â you mumble, without any venom. It sounds like the most loving pet name in the world, the way you utter it for his ears only.
âYours,â he counters quietly, winding his arms around your waist until he can pull you fully onto his lap and you have to bite back a squeal. You both glance around for onlookers and find none, âThink the coast is clear, babe?â
âCrystal,â you insist, surging forward to press a searing kiss to his lips, gratified when he responds just as enthusiastically, pushing back into you, both hands clutching at you like you were about to disappear any moment.
There were still plenty of hours left on the coach, however, and you were content to stay exactly where you were as long as Jamie would let you.
And there was no chance of him letting you go anywhere.
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crush | sam obisanya
based on crush by tessa violet
description: you started getting origami hearts from a secret admirer. you secretly hoped it was a certain richmond player.
warnings: language-- it's ted lasso, what did ya expect?; kissing! a looootttt of smiling from sam, richmond himbos, sam and jamie bffs
pairing: sam obisanya x f! reader (she/her)
word count: 2.8K
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It started on a random Tuesday.Â
You walked into the coachesâ office where your temporary desk was locatedâ Beard nearly begged you to take Trentâs old desk because the office without Ted or Trent just felt too emptyâ and you saw it sitting on top of your work laptop.Â
It was a red, origami heart.Â
You looked around, puzzled, trying to figure out who left it, or at the very least, if everyone else had one on their desks too. You tried to catch someoneâs eye, perhaps theyâd reveal who left it on your desk, but all the coaches were in the locker room talking strategy with the entire team.Â
Maybe the coaches did get one and they just put it away before you got here. After all, you got to work an hour after everyone else did. You picked up the heart and turned it over to find something scribbled on the back.Â
âIf I were loved, as I desire to beâ - Lord Alfred Tennyson
You furrowed your eyebrows, holding the origami heart gently as you ransacked your small bookshelf beside your desk. Your fingers traced the spines of the books you had laying around, stopping on your copy of Tennysonâs Poetical Works. A bookmark was peeking from the top of the book and you knew exactly what poem it was.Â
The small smile on your lips threatened to get bigger as you read the poem over and over again. You were sure you read the poem about fifty times before you shut the book. By the time you got yourself situated, and placed the origami heart with the rest of the trinkets on your desk, it was time to join the coaches in the locker room.Â
As you walked in, your eyes met Samâs. He offered a small wave which you returned happily. Sam was the first friend you made at Nelson Road. When you were hired by KJPR to manage Richmondâs social media and newsletters, your time was split between the KJPR HQ and the facility. It wasnât because Keeley needed you at KJPR, but more so because you were too nervous to work at a football club every day.Â
Turns out, there was no reason to be nervous. About two weeks into your job, you found yourself itching to work onsite at Nelson Road. You loved the community they built there, their camaraderie, and their mutual trust, respect, and love for each other were more than admirable.
And sure, it also helped that Sam Obisanya was here, but that was neither here nor there.Â
When Keeley and Rebecca first found out about your crush on Sam, which they had to force out of youâ in your defense, you knew about Rebecca and Samâs history and you didnât want to step on any toesâ they lost it. Rebecca, of course, reassured you that it was alright with her, especially since she was with her Dutchman now. The two women would make googly eyes at you whenever they saw you talking to Sam.Â
âY/N! Why else would he come into your office so often? He fancies you!âÂ
âHeâs just borrowing a book, Keels,â you frowned, âJan Maas and Bumbercatch do the same thing.âÂ
Rebecca rolled her eyes, âBut they donât do it as often.âÂ
You shrugged, âMaybe Sam just reads fast.âÂ
âHopeless.â The two women said in sync, laughing as you threw a pen in their direction.Â
Stuck in your little daydream, it was Royâs booming voice that snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked a few times, surprised to find Samâs eyes still on yours. You blushed under his intense stare and decided to be the one to break the connection. You walked out behind Nate, pretending to scribble on your notepad.Â
âY/N!â Colin called, running to catch up with you. He threw an arm around you, âHowâs my favorite social media and branding manager?âÂ
You eyed him wearily but played along. Youâd need a few more seconds to figure out what he wants, âIâm alright. How about you, Hughes?âÂ
âIâm doing fine, as well. Say, did you do something new to your hair? It looks absolutely lovel-â
âGive it up, mate,â Sam chimed in, removing Colinâs arm from around you, âShe is not taking down your promo pictures from the grid.âÂ
You feigned a look of hurt, âAnd here I thought you were just being kind to me!â
Colin let out a long groan, sounding like a toddler throwing a tantrum, âThe pictures arenât flattering, Y/N! I look hideous.âÂ
You shook your head, leaning up to squish Colinâs cheeks together, âImpossible. Youâre proper fit. All of you are.âÂ
While your (failed attempt) pep talk didnât lift Colinâs spiritsâ he then went to Isaac and complained even more as he was stretchingâ Samâs ears perked up at your words. Did you think he was fit? No, no, you couldnât have. You were just saying it to make a point to Colin, right? You said the whole team was fit, not just him.Â
You waved goodbye to Sam, smiling at him once again, and he swears he felt his knees buckle from under him. How he managed to make it the rest of the way to the pitch and how he managed to remember how to play football after that was truly beyond him.
âLord help me,â Sam muttered, leaning down to touch his toes.Â
âYeah, lad,â Jamie grimaced next to him, though his tone was teasing. He watched the entire situation unfold. He knew about Samâs pining and has been on the receiving end of many of Samâs âY/N is so lovely. Y/N is so smart. Isnât she great?â ramblings. âYou need some divine intervention because youâre pathetic.âÂ
Sam just shoved Jamie, but he knew he was right. He was a goner.Â
You figured that the origami heart was a one-time thing, but to your surprise, you found another one on your desk the following day. This time it was blue. Excited to find out what lies behind the paper, you picked it up hurriedly, already smiling ear to ear before you even read it.Â
âIn case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.â - Virginia Woolf
âWhat do you have there?âÂ
âJesus, Mary, and Joseph,â You jumped at the sound of Keeleyâs voice. She was leaning against the doorframe, smirking at your caught reaction. You held the heart between your pointer finger and thumb. You walked over to her, âThis is the second one Iâve gotten.âÂ
Keeleyâs eyes widened as she read the words on the back. She squealed, rushing to you to shake you by your shoulders, âBabe, youâve got a secret admirer! Oh my gosh, this is so cute!âÂ
Keeley, bless her, was never one to be discreet when it came to all things romantic. Everyone in the locker room turned to look at you and Keeley in the coachesâ office, most with a confused expression on their face. You awkwardly waved before reaching over to pull Keeley into the covered part of the office. Sure, it wasnât soundproof, but at least they didnât get to see your embarrassment.Â
âHush,â you tutted, taking the heart back from her. You placed it beside the red one, smiling at how it made your desk look more colorful. âI do not have a secret admirer. Whoever is doing this obviously just has an affinity for good literature and wants to share it with me since Iâm a reader.âÂ
âRight well I have an affinity for good champagne, but you donât see me popping bottles with you every chance I get,â Keeley rolled her eyes, sitting on your desk. She picked up the origami heart from yesterday, groaning in disbelief, âSeriously, Y/N! How much more obvious can they get? They literally confessed their love for you in this one!âÂ
âI do not have a secret admirer.âÂ
âWho has a secret admirer?âÂ
You, once again, jumped at the sound of Rebeccaâs voice. Her eyebrows were raised as she walked into your office, munching on some cookies. They werenât better than Tedâs but sheâd gotten used to having cookies for breakfast that she had to make do.Â
âY/N has a secret admirer, look!â Keeley ran to Rebecca, holding the two origami hearts in her hand. âLook at how cute these are.âÂ
Rebecca studied them closely, a large smirk on her face when she locked eyes with you, âThis is Sam.âÂ
You blushed at the mention of his name, âIt is not Sam because I donât have a secret admirer. Now if you excuse me, I have work to do.âÂ
You tried your best to steady yourself as you walked out to the locker room. The coaches had finished their talk and the team was just doing some final things before they headed out to the pitch for training.Â
Sam walked over to you, head tilted in question. âWhat was that about?âÂ
âNothing,â you shook your head. âKeeley and Rebecca are just being silly.âÂ
He nodded, âHey, Iâm almost finished with the most recent book you loaned me.âÂ
âAre you?â You grinned at him. He mirrored you. âI love that book.âÂ
âI know,â Samâs eyes drifted briefly to your lips. Oh, what he would give to feel your lips on his, even just for a second. He couldnât help but keep staring at you as you went on about your favorite parts. Sam could picture the hundreds of outlined quotes you had in the copy he borrowed, different colored sticky notes and highlighters for different things. He noticed that as you spoke you stayed within the confines of the first part of the book. Sam realized later that it was because you didnât want to risk spoiling anything for him. His heart warmed at the thought.Â
By the time you finished recounting the book, you were red and out of breath. You placed a hand on Samâs bicep, not missing the way he tensed under your palm. You could feel the outline of his hard muscles under his kit, which made you suck in a breath. âIâll see you around, Sam. Come find me when you finish the book and Iâll let you talk my ear off about it. Only fair since I just did it to you.âÂ
He chuckled, watching you disappear into the hallway where Higgins' office was, the opposite way of the pitch where he was headed. His eyes followed your figure until you fully disappeared, which meant that he was not paying attention to where he was going. Right before his body crashed into a pole, Jamie grabbed Samâs arm and pulled him toward the walkway. Sam, who seemed to awaken from his trance, shyly looked at Jamie.Â
Jamie chuckled quietly at Sam. He whipped Sam playfully with a rolled-up towel. He jogged lightly and called out to him with his Mancunian accent, âCome on, lover boy. We got traininâ to do.âÂ
After the fifth day of receiving origami hearts, you decided to take it upon yourself to investigate. Without telling anyone of your plans, not even Keeley or Rebecca who were still convinced it was Sam, you arrived at Nelson Road ten minutes after the call time for the team and coaches.Â
You entered from the back of the facility, knowing that you had closed your blinds before you left work yesterday. If there was someone in your office, they wouldnât see you coming in. As you approached the coachesâ office, the outline of someone leaning across your desk caught your eye.Â
Bingo.Â
Your heart swelled when you realized who it was. You cleared your throat, âSam?âÂ
Sam turned around quickly, staring at you like a deer in headlights. He rubbed the back of his neck, âOh hey, Y/N! Youâre here early.âÂ
âYeah, I have a few things to get done today,â you lied, walking over to your desk. âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âOh, right, um,â he held out the book you let him borrow from behind him, âJust wanted to return this. I was just gonna leave it on your desk, but since youâre already here, here you go.âÂ
âOh,â you tried to mask your disappointment as you reached over to grab the book from him. Your fingers grazed his, sending shocks throughout your entire body. You looked down on your desk and found an origami heart on your laptop once more. This time it looked like a different type of paper. It was lightly colored and patterned instead of the usual solid color. You looked at Sam, âDid you see who left this here?âÂ
Sam, who was already halfway out the door, shrugged, reaching up to rub the back of his neck again, âNope. It was there when I got here.âÂ
Sure, you always denied that the secret admirer was Sam whenever Keeley and Rebecca teased you for it, but you would be a liar if you said you didnât also secretly hope that it was him. You really liked Sam. Ever since you started working for AFC Richmond, Sam has shown you nothing but kindness. He asks you how youâre doing, and genuinely cares about your response. He pops in every week or so to borrow a book from your personal library. Then, he sits in your office after training when he finishes a book to talk about it with you. That was your favorite part of your job.Â
The entire day, you felt dejected and defeated. Youâre never going to figure out who was leaving you these little hearts. You didnât join the team on the pitch or leave your office. At the end of the day, you found yourself staring at a blank Word document. A knock on your wall pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up and found Sam, standing in your doorway with two bags of takeaway in his hands.Â
âReady to talk Normal People?â Sam asked, walking in to take his usual spot across your desk. âI brought yummy food.âÂ
âOlaâs?â
He nodded, unwrapping the boxes of food to lay out on your desk. âOf course.âÂ
âYes!â You cheered, reaching for your hand sanitizer. You offered some to Sam, which he gladly accepted. You pumped some into the palm of his hand and watched in concern as he hissed in pain when he rubbed it into his skin. âYou okay?âÂ
He shook his hands to air dry them, a grimace still on his features. âYeah, just forgot that I had paper cuts.âÂ
The admission almost flew over your head. Almost. It wasnât until Sam muttered the word âShit,â under his breath did you realize what he said. Sam rarely ever cussed, and when he did, it was because of something big. When you looked at him, he was staring at you with a nervous look on his face.Â
âSamâŚâ you trailed off.Â
Sam, taking your tone as a rejection, balled up his fist and bit his knuckles in anticipation. When you couldnât find the right words, Sam interjected, âOkay, Y/N, before you get mad, hear me out please.â
You continued to stare at him in disbelief, unable to accept that it was him. He pushed his chair back, giving himself more space as he began his explanation. âAlright, so⌠Yes, itâs me. I have been leaving these little hearts on your desk. Iâm sorry I lied to you this morning, but I panicked! I didnât know you were coming in early. Also, I promise that I was going to tell you eventually. I was just nervous because I donât want to ruin what we have now.âÂ
âI like being friends with you,â he started to say, then cringed at his own words, âOkay, let me rephrase thatâ I enjoy being your friend, but I do want something more. I really like you, Y/N. I have never really been good at expressing my romantic feelings to people so I figured the greats could do it for me so I started making these little origami hearts with my favorite works and quotes on the back. I was getting quite good at it until I switched the paper I was using. Thus, the paper cuts.âÂ
âSam, I-â
âAlso, I just want to add, you are absolutely under no obligation to go out with me or anything like that. Unless, of course, you want to. Then, that would be great! I would love to go out with you.â He looked at you, like truly looked at you, for the first time since he began his little ramble. He groaned, âChrist, you didnât even ask. Waitâ I didnât even ask you to go out yet.âÂ
âSam, please,â You laughed, getting up from your chair to stand in front of him. âI was hoping it was you who was leaving these origami hearts.âÂ
âReally?â he asked, breathless. His cheeks hurt from smiling so much. âYou are not disappointed that it was me?âÂ
You backed off a bit as he stood from his seat, walking over to you. You shook your head no, âI was absolutely devastated when you said it wasnât you who put it on my desk this morning.âÂ
Before you could say anything else, Sam placed his lips on yours. His hands found the side of your face, holding you at an angle that made it easier for your lips to glide against each other. Your hands lay flat against his chest, feeling the rumbling of his heart easily. As you slipped your tongue into his mouth, a deep groan escaped him, which fueled your actions. After a few moments, you pulled away from him but kept him close.Â
Your arms were wrapped around his neck as you looked up at him. âSo what do you think? The paper cuts worth it?âÂ
âOh, 100%,â Sam easily replied, laughing as he squeezed your hips. He leaned down once again, unable to keep his lips away from yours any longer.Â
Needless to say, you didnât get to talk about Normal People, but neither of you cared.
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Mended Relationships and the Future
Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Fem!reader Characters: Fem!reader, Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Keeley Jones, Jamie Tartt, Rebecca Welton, Isaac Mcadoo, Colin Hughs, Sam Obisanya, Dani Rojas, Jan Maas, Roy Kent, literally all of the players (I just canât think of their names) Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of pregnancies, mentions of reader not taking care of themselves (donât do this), Jamie being sweet, reader and Jamie being dummies for a second, the team being so goddamn adorable, the team gives such family vibes, Jamie pretending the reader and he are engaged so he can stay with her, Ted and Beard are a powerful duo, this is my favorite TL fic that Iâve written Word Count: 3,783
A/N:Â Bits and pieces are based on this post
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You walk into the coachâs office with your hands in your hoodie pocket, clutching onto your phone to keep your hands busy. "Why did you wake me up and force me here, Ted?"Â
"That's not a can-do attitude."Â
Your expression doesn't change, if anything, you look more tired and drained. Another reason why the mustached man got you out of your home. "Ted."Â
He sighs. "I wanted to check in on you, haven't seen you in a minute."Â
You sigh. "I would prefer it if I were in my bed right now to be honest with you."Â
"After we go out to lunch."Â
"I want to be out of here before I run into..." You pause when you almost say his name. "You know what- I'm just- Iâm gonna go." You barely turn around and hear the door open.Â
It takes you less than a second to duck, which makes Ted feel a little bad but doesn't change his mind.Â
He knows you two need to talk, especially when neither of you want to admit who broke up with who... or why it happened.Â
Your emotions take a toll on your body again and you crawl towards the trash can, dry heaving until you feel it coming up (again).Â
Beard kindly closes the door before anyone could walk in or hear you as Ted rubs the space between your shoulders.Â
"How long have you been feeling like this?"Â
You shrug.Â
"How long?" He asks again.Â
"A few weeks."Â
Ted glances over at his long-time buddy with wide eyes. "Please don't get upset or take offense when I ask this but have you-"Â
'Play dumb. Play dumb.' "Have I what? Use words, my brain isn't functioning off your noises."Â
"Is there a possibility that you could be, you know, with child?"Â
Your head snaps up. 'He knows.' "Why would you ask that?"Â
"You have a few of the signs."Â
"When was the last time you went to a doctor?" Beard chimes in.Â
"A while ago."Â
"So, you know?"Â
"Whether or not I'm pregnant with my ex-boyfriendâs baby, who coincidentally told me he doesn't want kids just as I wanted to tell him I do. Yeah, it was right as I was about to tell him I am with child, which is why I've been dodging all of you but you and Beard here," you point to Ted's sidekick, who waves. "Dragged me out of my house."Â
"Oh, honey."Â
"Does he know?" Coach beard intervenes (again).Â
"What do you mean?"Â
"You said, you wanted to tell him... did you?" Ted politely asks.Â
"He broke up with me, so I didn't give him my surprise, but I tell people it was mutual because he asked me if," the tears roll down your cheeks. "If it was okay. The fucking ex-cockiest player of all, asked me if I was going to be okay, so of course I said yes and then he left. We haven't spoken since."Â
"He should know."Â
"I know but he is scared to death to have his own kids. Why would I-" You scoot back and rest your head against the wall. "I want to go home. I have a few things coming later today and I need to be there for them. Itâs time I start," you take a deep breath. âGetting things ready.âÂ
"We can get those later, I've gotta make sure you're okay right now."Â
"I'd be better if this nausea, vomiting combo would go away."Â
"Do you want me to have Keeley get you a ginger ale or something?"Â
"Yeah."Â
The door opens and there she is. She stares at you with the same look she gives you every time you throw up. "I had a feeling you were going to need this."Â
-
Jamie sees what he imagines is a glimpse of you sitting in his coachâs office. He furrows his brows, wondering if it was really, you or if it's a figment of his imagination... again.Â
It wouldnât be the first time this week.Â
-
"What?" She practically screams when Ted tells her on behalf of you, the Jamie not knowing part; she already knew you were pregnant, but she thought he knew and decided not to be in either of your lives. Now she feels a little bad about not being nice to him.Â
You bury your head in your hands. "Shut up. Don't shout anymore, please."Â
"Can you blame me? That's big fucking news babes. I thought he already knew."Â
"Yeah, I know. Just, shut the door please."Â
She doesn't, so you push yourself up and close the door.Â
You sway as you take a step back, âoh, boy.â You can hear their voices but not hear their words. You feel yourself falling backwards before it fades to darkness.Â
Ted and Beard catch you, carefully laying you down so the latter can call for an ambulance.Â
Jamie steps closer to the office, sensing somethingâs happened. He opens the door and his jaw dropped as heâs about to ask what's going on until his eyes land on you.Â
He immediately falls to his knees beside you, holding your face in his hands, not caring about the rug burn thatâs going to ache later. "What happened?"Â
No one responds.Â
"What fucking happened?"Â
Ted doesn't feel he should be the one to tell him and does all that he can to try and calm down his player. "She's fine, she probably didn't have enough to eat for breakfast, is all."Â
"Bullshit. She's done that before and never fainted before." He stares down, studying your face. "So, why is she fucking unconscious?"Â
-
You don't know anything that happened within the last few hours.Â
All you know is that there is an annoying beeping sound coming from the side of you and your one hand is warmer than it normally is.Â
You slowly open your eyes, blinking multiple times as you try to adjust to the lighting. You look for the source of the warmth and find Jamie, holding your hand with his head rested on his arm with his head facing you.Â
The door opens and you find Ted peaking in.Â
The way his shoulder sags in relief makes you feel bad.Â
He tiptoes closer and lets you know what happened.Â
"Why is he here?"Â
He smiles as he peaks over at the sleepy man. "He didn't leave your side."Â
"How did he know?"Â
"He came in as we were calling for an ambulance. You scared him, he would barely let the paramedics help."Â
"Isn't family only allowed in here?"Â
"Apparently you two are engaged."Â
You owlishly blink. "What?"Â
"He said you two were engaged and he needed, no, no. That's not right, he demanded, there it is. He demanded to be in the room with you. I wasn't here for most of it. In the room I mean but I think he knows because he looked very shocked and then came in here when they told him he could and hasnât left since."Â
The coach ignores the fact that your heart monitor spikes as you ask, "he knows?"Â
"I think so."Â
Jamie moves a little in his sleep.Â
"That's my cue to leave."Â
"Wait- no. Ted. Come back." You glance between him and Jamie. "Ted," you hiss. "Come back here."Â
Jamie squeezes your hand as he slowly begins to wake up.Â
You look back at him just in time to hear the door close. You throw your head back and sigh.Â
"Sweetheart?"Â
You slowly turn your head to stare at him, your eyes becoming sad.Â
His shoulders sag in relief as a slow sigh escapes his parted lips. "How are you feeling? I should- I should go get the doctor, shouldn't I?"Â
You reach for him, grabbing onto him before he could leave. "Jaim. Jaim?"Â
He doesn't turn around but settles back into his seat.Â
"Jam-Jam?"Â
A sniffle fills the room.Â
"Jamie, look at me."Â
He shakes his head. You tighten your grip on his arm, ignoring the familiar burning sensation in your nose. "Jamie, I need you to look at me."Â
"Why?" He sniffles, staring at you with his now, bloodshot eyes. "Were you ever going to tell me?"Â
"Don't throw that question my way, Tartt."Â
"No more, Jam-Jam?"Â
"I was going to tell you."Â
"What? After the birth?"Â
"I'm more tempted to now." You wipe the stray tear that tipped past your eye lid before he could see. "I initially planned on telling you right when you broke up with me but, we see how well that turned out."Â
âWh- is that what you had been trying to do the whole time?âÂ
You nod and lean forward, drawing him into you; needing to comfort him and be comforted all at once.Â
He moves closer to you, closing his eyes at the feeling of your hand against his face; something he hasnât felt in what feels like, forever. He hadnât realized you were wiping away his tears.Â
âI wanted to figure out the best way to tell you because, I mean we hadnât exactly talked about us having kids before and I kind of figured that with everything that went on with your dad. I thought it was going to make it hard for you to think that you could be a good dad. Which, I think is stupid.âÂ
He opens his mouth to ask what you mean until you continue.Â
âI mean, how could you not be a good dad because personally I think youâd be absolutely fucking phenomenal.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
You nod, âbig time. Youâre already doing better than your dad.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
You smile and sniff. âYouâre not making any of the stupid decisions he has.âÂ
âI made one.âÂ
You tilt your head. âWhat was that?âÂ
âI broke up with you. I just-â He pulls back from you (something he does when he feels like heâs undeserving of something). âI thought- I thought you were pulling away to break up with me and you couldnât figure out how to do it, so I-âÂ
âSo, you thought breaking up with me first, was a better option?âÂ
He nods, scratching his head.Â
âCome closer.âÂ
âI donât want to hurt you,â he weakly argues.Â
âCome here.âÂ
He scoots the chair closer.Â
âI need you to be honest with me when I ask these questions, okay?âÂ
He nods.Â
You sigh through your nose and reach for his hand. âIs there any part of you that does not want to be a part of either of our lives?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âDo you want to be with me?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âAre you going to leave any time soon?âÂ
âThe fuck do you take me for? Iâm not going to leave you ever,â he stands up and bends down, staring into your eyes before leaning down to kiss you. âOkay? I love you too fucking much to let you go again. I hated being away from you.âÂ
âSame here but, Iâm really happy youâre here⌠even if it was because I fainted.âÂ
âSpeaking of, why did that happen exactly?âÂ
âI- well- I hadnât had anything-âÂ
âLetâs just cut the bullshit, have you been taking proper care of yourself since we were separated?âÂ
You shamefully shake your head.Â
He doesnât show his disappointment, but you know itâs there.Â
âIâm sorry,â you sniffle.Â
âHey, hey. Donât cry. Isnât that- crying is stressful on the baby, ainât it?âÂ
âNot so much- I mean, maybe?âÂ
âOkay, well.â He grabs your hands, bringing your attention to him. âLetâs take a few deep breathes so we can calm down for Baby Tartt.â You canât help but chuckle. âDo do do doo.âÂ
âListen to you. Guess I rubbed off on you, eh?â You roll your eyes, not believing that for a second. âDoes any of what youâve said within the last two minutes sound anything like what your dad could say?âÂ
âNot in the least bit.âÂ
âSee, exactly. It further proves youâre different and how much youâve grown from the cocky man who couldnât care less about anyone else.âÂ
âHey. Thatâs someone we donât speak of.âÂ
âOf course,â you salute him. You two can barely keep your amusement to yourselves and break into a fit of smiles and giggles.Â
He stares at you, watching as you wipe your cheeks and leans up, kissing your forehead before placing his on top of your head. âI was,â he hesitates to finish his sentence.Â
You nod and cup his cheek, letting him know youâre there, a simple gesture to let him know you want to hear what he has to say.Â
â-so scared when I saw you lying there unconscious.âÂ
Your heart drops at the way his voice cracks. âJaim. Jaim. Look at me.âÂ
He shakes his head.Â
You donât push any further and instead opt for bringing him closer, letting him rest against your chest, squeezing you in a hug.Â
It takes a few minutes before Jamie manages to calm himself down enough to revert back to your adorable boyfriend. âOh, shit. I didnât hurt the baby, did I?â He asks, now scared to touch you.Â
âNo. You didnât.âÂ
You hold out your hand for him, âdo you trust me?âÂ
He nods, ââcourse I do.âÂ
âGive me your hand.âÂ
He slowly inches his hand closer and closer to you.Â
You huff and reach for him. âAre you ready?âÂ
He doesnât move or make a noise as you place his hand over your belly. âAm I supposed to be feeling anything?âÂ
âOther than knowing the fact you are going to be a father soon enough, no. Iâm not that far along for us to feel any kicking.âÂ
He bends down as a breath of relief escapes him. âThank god, I thought I was supposed to feel kicking or something and I didnât, which scared me the hell out of me because I thought he already hated me.âÂ
âHe?âÂ
âI mean, hello,â he gestures to himself. You roll your eyes and take your hand back from him. âYouâre so going to be cursed with girls.â âHow can you say that?âÂ
âHave you met yourself?âÂ
âI have and weâre actually quite happy together, sorry for the late notice, sweetheart.âÂ
You close your eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.Â
Ted peaks his head in through the door. âI see you two have talked things out? Hopefully, if not. No pressure. Well, maybe a little seeing as I have everyone waiting in the hall.âÂ
âEveryone?â You repeat.Â
The coach nods. âGive me second.â He looks back over his shoulder, pretending to count, âone, two, four. Yep, everyone.âÂ
You place your hand on your forehead. âSuddenly the thought of everyone knowing makes me nauseous.âÂ
âHey, hey. Look at me.âÂ
You turn your head and look at your favorite person ever⌠for now.Â
âIf we can get through the team being little shits and the press making unnecessary comments about our relationship, we can get through the team knowing.âÂ
âWe can?â He gives you an affirmative nod, âwe can.âÂ
âWe can.âÂ
âAtta girl.âÂ
âAlright, guys. They said okay,â Ted waves everyone in.Â
âI suddenly realize how many of you there actually are,â you comment.Â
Sam, Dani, and Colin chuckled.Â
âAs captain, I feel like itâs my duty to ask,â Isaac leans closer to you, talking to you in a softer tone than his normal one. âHow are you?âÂ
You smile, âIâm better now.âÂ
âGood, thatâs what we like to hear. Ainât that right, team?âÂ
âYes, coach!âÂ
âAnd now Iâm scared.âÂ
âOh, donât be scared especially when youâre carrying a special bundle of joy,â the mustached man points out.Â
âOh fuck.âÂ
âSomething the matter, Roy?â Ted asks.Â
âYeah. Sheâs carrying Tarttâs baby.âÂ
âIâm pretty sure they covered that topic back in school but continue.âÂ
âThereâs going to be a baby brought into the world soon.âÂ
âYeah?â Ted glances over at Beard, who shrugs.Â
âWith his blood coursing through its veins,â he points to your ex-not-ex-boyfriend.Â
Itâs quiet for three seconds before everyone groans and rolls their eyes, they think about what it could be like with a baby Jamie.Â
âHey, hey now. Letâs not think about something as crazy as that because this baby is a good thing.âÂ
âYeah?â Jamie whispers, glancing back at Ted, not letting go of your hand.Â
âYes, it is,â the coach nods. âYouâre going to go through one of the many joys life brings you.âÂ
âWhatâs that?âÂ
âFatherhood⌠that, may or may not mix with a lot of uncles and two aunts who decide they want to spend time with the little booger.âÂ
âWould one of those many figures happen to include you, coach?âÂ
âNo,â Ted shakes his head.Â
âNot at all, Beard.âÂ
The door opens and heads turn.Â
âHi, Iâm just here to-â The nurse takes note of the number of people in the room. âIâm sorry but Iâm going to have to ask anyone but the father and mother of the child to leave.âÂ
âIs it not believable that a woman could have this many boyfriends?â Jan asks.Â
âShut up.â A shoe aimed at his head, hits the wall and lands on the floor with a thud.Â
The guys decide itâs time for them to leave, which lets you two see the few things the team has gotten, and it makes you tear up, freaking Jamie out.Â
And he doesnât want to admit it out loud, but it was really nice of them team to do.Â
âShould we open some presents?â Ted softly asks, placing one in your lap.Â
âDidnât the nurse just kick you out.âÂ
âIâm your dad.â
 âWeâre your dads,â Beard adds.Â
You glance over at Jamie.Â
He shrugs, not completely hating the idea of having these two around. âI wouldâve liked to know about my new parents beforehand. Whatâs next? Royâs my uncle.âÂ
âNo, heâs a granddad more than anything,â Jamie chimes in.Â
You wipe your cheeks and smile at him before gently pulling the tissue paper out of your way. You pull out a onesie that looks normal, until you unfold it and inspect it. You sniffle as you hold it up for Jamie to see.Â
He doesnât realize why youâre crying until he reads what the back of it, âTartt 9â. He doesnât feel the tears trickling down his cheeks until you wipe his cheeks.Â
âJaim?âÂ
He shakes his head and pulls you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head, over and over again.Â
Ted smiles behind his phone.Â
âWe should probably give them some time alone.âÂ
âYou think?â He asks.Â
Beard nods.Â
Ted sighs, âokie dokie.âÂ
They hold their hands up to wave, only to find your face squished against Jamieâs chest, barely able to wave them off.Â
You and Jamie wind up opening every one of the other gifts, enjoying each otherâs company after being apart for so long.Â
âI think we should name it Jamie.âÂ
âBaby Tartt is not an it, itâs a baby,â you argue.Â
âAnd weâre not naming them Jamie.âÂ
âWhy not? Itâs a good name.âÂ
âIâm not saying itâs a bad name but, we want our little pumpkin to be able to grow into their own, right?âÂ
âWe-â He sighs, thinking about it, already knowing you were right. âYeah.âÂ
âGood.âÂ
âWas that everything?âÂ
âI donât know.â He glances over, finding a bag left on the floor, partially hidden so you couldnât find it unless you were really looking. He grabs it and sets it in your lap. âWhat do you think it is?âÂ
âI donât know,â you shrug and move it closer for him to open (feeling youâve done enough of the unveiling with presents).Â
He pulls a figure out of the bag. âA bike?â Jamie brows furrows together in confusion until he thinks about it. The light bulb goes off in his head, everything clicking together, and he smiles.Â
âIs there a card?âÂ
âI hope so.âÂ
Now youâre confused.Â
He pulls out what looks like a plain index card. âFree one learn how to ride a bike pass.â He chuckles.Â
âIâm lost.âÂ
âRemember how I told you I had something funny I wanted to tell you a couple months ago, but I couldnât because the shithead was making me train, even though Ted gave us the night off.â He huffs and sits back in the chair.Â
âOkay, I donât need the background information, just give me the synopsis.âÂ
âRight,â he straightens his back. âI taught Roy how to ride a bike in memory of his granddad.âÂ
âYou did?âÂ
âYeah,â he nods with a smile.Â
âAnd he let you?âÂ
âNot without trying to hurt me but I did it.âÂ
âIâm so proud of you.âÂ
âYea- really?âÂ
âOf course, Iâm proud of you. You taught the worldâs grumpiest man how to ride a bike and lived to tell the tale.âÂ
âI guess youâre right.âÂ
âOf course, Iâm right.âÂ
âI hope the baby doesnât get your cockiness.â
âMy cockiness? What about yours?âÂ
âI donât know what youâre talking about, sweetheart.âÂ
âYou lie.âÂ
He fake gasps and slaps his hand on his chest. âI take offense to that.âÂ
âIâm not sorry.âÂ
âYou should be. We donât want this oneâs first word to be a lie.â
âIt wouldnât, donât be mean,â you whine.Â
âIâm not. Iâm just being me.âÂ
âYeah, and thatâs mean.âÂ
He smiles and shakes his head.Â
You start folding a few of the blankets the guys got, feeling the need to do something. âHey, look. They got one with sharks.âÂ
âWe donât even know if itâs a boy or a girl.âÂ
âGirls can like boy things too.âÂ
âDo you really want to be asked if we have a boy or a girl every day.âÂ
âDonât be mean.â You smile, holding it close to your chest. âI like it. Baby Tartt, do do doo doo. Baby Tart, do do doo doo.âÂ
He groans, âplease stop.âÂ
âNever.âÂ
You stiffle a yawn.Â
âCome on,â he takes away the few things on your lap and blanket from your hands. âYou need to rest.âÂ
âBut I donât want to.âÂ
He smiles at the whining tone in your voice. âI know but itâll do the two of you well.âÂ
âFine,â you tell him with a pout. âBut sit by me. I⌠Iâve missed you.âÂ
âHow can I say no to my girlfriend?â Jamie settles beside you and lets you lay against his chest.Â
As you sleep and heâs bored, searching through the hospitalâs shitty channels, he stumbles upon something interesting, an old childhood show he used to watch.Â
You open your eyes to hear the song you briefly sang earlier.Â
âDoo doo. Baby Tartt, do do doo doo.âÂ
âJam-Jam?âÂ
âHey,â he clears his throat. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âBetter. What were you doing?âÂ
He shrugs.Â
You smile and snuggle back into him. âI wonât tell anyone.â
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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 benefitsâŚthen 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."
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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.
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Shadow of Himself
Pairing: Isaac Mcadoo x Reader
Summary: Isaac's teammates try to guess who is mystery girlfriend is.
"Bruv, it's gotta be a Victoria Secret model" Jamie Tartt says.
"Nah, mate. She's an American singer, he's been obsessed watching the Voice for months." Colin Hughes says.
"American? Not international?" Richard Montlaur suggests, creating a louder argument with the team
"Okay y'all, what's going on? Y'all playing Guess Who: Celebrity edition?"
The boys turn around to Coach Lasso, Beard, and Kent as they stood by the entrance of their office.
"Coach, do you know Isaac's new lady lover?" Dani Rojas asks.
"I don't seem to know why I need to know." Lasso said, placing his hands in his pockets.
"I'm hosting an end of a season dinner at my restaurant for the whole team. Isaac asked me if he could bring a plus one." Sam said, feeling guilty he accidentally slipped it up to the whole team.
"And that concerns you how?" Beard asks.
"It's just news to us, no one knew about the girl. Not even Colin!" Bumbercatch pointed out to a solemn.
"You think you know a man." Colin says to himself, lowering his eyesight.
"Don't you think calling Issac's partner 'girl' a bit degrading?" Roy said, creating an unsettling silence in the locker room.
"Coach is right. I think we should be a tree and 'leaf' the situation. If Isaac is ready to tell us about who's dating and what not, we'll be here to support him."
"Ready for what?" Isaac said as he walks in with his bag.
The team try to stammer a lie, making Roy mutter a small 'fuck this' under his breath as he went inside the coaches' office.
"Uh, the dinner at Ola's. I've added a new dish to the menu!" Sam saved the conversation, hoping to not have a chair be thrown at his direction.
"Nice." Isaac said, walking over to his bench as he gets ready to go home.
Everyone of his team makes subtle eye contact with each other, wondering who would bring up the sensitive.
"Isaac, when are you going to bring your secret lover?" Jan Maas asks, ripping the bandaid as he always does. The whole team groans, throwing their used towels and dirty laundry at the Dutch player.
"Can't keep a secret from you all." Isaac muttered, snickering at the thought in a second.
"So you are seeing someone?" Jamie asks in a genuine tone.
"For everyone's information, yes. I am seeing someone. And no: she is not a model, singer, or a Romanian Spy." Isaac says, staring directly Thierry Zoreaux on the last part, who raises his hands in defense.
"You will meet her at the party, but till then, no one digs into my relationship. Got that?" Isaac demands. The whole team nods in agreement and go along their day, afraid to be stared down or beat up their captain.
Soon, Isaac drives home with a content smile on his face after he picked up some Thai food for dinner. He then gets outta of his car and unlock his door, seeing a pair of shoes that are 5 times smaller than his.
"Love, you here?" Isaac asks, as he takes off his shoes. He then lifts his head to see you standing there with a jean flared-skirt, beige blouse that silhouetted your figure just right, and your hair styled in an updo.
"Please tell me you got my pumpkin curry? They were out last time." You pleaded.
"You're in luck. They had it tonight." He said, raising the plastic bag for you to see.
"Gahh you're the best. Before heading back here, I grabbed you these for dessert." You raise your arm to show him his favorite candy, Rolos chocolate.
"That's why you're amazing" He said, giving you a kiss as he dips you down with his strong arms. Soon, you two set up dinner and talked about your day.
"Really, a Romanian Spy?" You ask, as Isaac told you what his friends were guessing your profession.
"Well you would look great in a spy costume."
"You wish you would." You remarked as Isaac slapped your but lightly, making you yelp and blush. You return the favor as he yelped louder and turning back to you with a mischievous look in his eye.
"You don't think me being a school librarian would make them think I'm boring?" You ask, looking up at him as you two sat down.
"You kidding? I think it's great you help out kids. And if they don't, i'll rough them up."
"I don't think your coaches will like it if you sent them to the hospital." You remark.
"Let them, cause no one will ever say a bad thing about you on my watch." Isaac said, taking your hand and kissing it.
You smile, feeling very confident in your relationship with him. You were a bit skeptical of course, as he was flaunting his money to impress you when you two were first dating. The both of you had a serious talk that splurging should be kept to a minimal (especially when you can't even afford to get his favorite cologne with 3 paychecks alone.)
As for the secrecy of your relationship, you two just wanted to spend your time privately with each other. He didn't like the idea of the press looking at his relationship under a microscope. But now that his team knows he's seeing someone, he realizes his privacy might not last for long.
"I wanted to ask you something."
"Oh no, that sentence never ended in a good situation." You remark, placing your glass down. You two scoot closer to each other by the table, and Isaac takes his hands in yours.
"I wanna introduce you to the team. Sam is having a private dinner party for the end of the season. No press or cameras, it will be just me introducing my amazing girlfriend to my friends."
"I'm your girlfriend now?" You quip an eyebrow, smirking.
"If you like to be... I mean what do you call four months of dating-"
You cut him off with a kiss as he holds you tenderly, melting underneath your sweet lips.
"I'd love to come."
Isaac smiles brightly as he kisses you again.
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As the season ended, Isaac drove you over to Ola's and parked a few feet away. He looks over nervously by the window as he bounced his knee.
"Hey, are you alright? If not, we can leave." You said, placing your hand by his thigh.
He doesn't respond as his eyes dart to his designer shoes.
"Are you afraid your friends are going to say something?" You ask, knowing that his friends have a mouth like no body's business.
"No it's not like that, it's just... I used to be this big shot man who was undefinable. And when I'm with my mates, I become this dick that I don't recognize. I'm just afraid you won't like me if you see the worse parts of me, since it's pretty hard to imagine a life without you innit."
Your eyes soften as he finishes. All this time, you thought that you didn't matter enough to his adventoruos life when it was him that was having these insecurities.
"Isaac. I understand what I was getting into when I found out you were a pro-footballer. You come with a package, and yeah, every man has a very shitty phase but you pointing it out matters. Don't beat yourself up because you used to be a rich twat-"
He shoots you a glare, but he turns it into a snicker.
"I love you, and I hope that the both of us can grow into better people." You intertwine your hands with his.
Isaac looks at you with those dark brown eyes that you adore so much. He's been beating himself up for thinking he wasn't good enough for you. But it was because of you that he wanted to be a better man.
He takes your hand and kisses it.
"Lemme introduce my amazing girlfriend to my team."
Eagerly getting outta of the side of his car, Issac opens your side as he walks with you hand in hand to Ola's. He takes a deep breath before looking at you then walking inside where he's greeted by his new family, now forgetting why he was ever scared. He'll never be a shadow of himself, now that he has you as his light.
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"So are we sure she's not a Romanian spy?"
"ZOREAUX!!!"
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I love your writing! Can I request a Jamie tartt x reader where the reader is a famous actor or musician and itâs like the team meeting them or the media finding out? Thank you!!
I loved this! Thanks for requesting!
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âJamie Tartt has been spotted around Manchester with lead singer and songwriter from band Room 17,â Isaac reads aloud. He snaps the paper shut and looks at Jamie. âOi, when did you have time to go to Manchester?â
Jamie shrugs. âI dunno, mate, two nights ago?â
Thereâs a clamor of disbelief from the team throughout the locker room.Â
Colinâs voice cuts through the din. âMate, thatâs a four-hour drive. You drove eight hours to hookup with a famous singer?â
Jamie grins. âNo.â
Isaac: âElaborate.â
Jamie replies, âNope,â popping the âpâ sound at the end.Â
The boys chorus, âAye, câmon man, what the fuck,â right as Ted and Beard walk in.Â
âWhatâs all the hubbub?â Ted asks. âUsually that level of resignation is reserved for one of my many, specially-tailored puns.â
âJamie hooked up with someone famous,â Sam answers.Â
Beard looks at Jamie. âSaw the papers. Youâre way out of her league.â
Jamie puts his hands up. âThatâs not what she said Tuesday night.â
âSo you did hook up with her!âÂ
âLook-â Jamie replies, âshe said I ainât allowed to talk about it in the locker room and I ainât allowed to tell just anybody. She likes things private and I donât blame her because you lot are a load of animals.â
Ted makes a mock offended face while Beard shrugs like yeah, thatâs true.
Will looks up, thoughtful expression on his face. âJamie, she said no locker room talk?â
Jamie says, âYeah, why?â
âI mean, we could just, I dunno, go⌠somewhere else?â
âWill, you fucking genius,â Colin says, and Isaac gets up to go shake Willâs hand while saying, âEveryone, boot room, now!â
Less than a minute later, everyone is crowded into the boot room. Including Trent, Rebecca, and Higgins, who are never ones to miss a good story. Roy is the only one not present, with a short âfuck off!â at Tedâs extended invitation.Â
Theyâre all huddled around Jamie, whispering quietly amongst themselves until Isaac holds up a hand.Â
âAlright! Jamieâs going to tell us how he managed to pull the lead singer from Room 17, and then heâs going to apologize to,â Isaac checks a note on his phone and reads, âDani, Sam, Richard, and Jan Maas because he knew they had a crush on her, and then to Colin because thatâs his favorite band and you didnât say shit to him.â
âEh? That ainât fair! We all had equal opportunity, Iâm just the only one who took it,â Jamie replies indignantly.Â
Thereâs a âWHAT,â in unison from at least half the team followed by more clamoring.Â
âOi, oi!â Jamie says. âPipe down, and Iâll tell ya.
It was when we went to that club last month. I was gettinâ drinks for me and Dani, and there was this absolutely gorgeous girl sitting at the bar, scribbling somethinâ on a napkin. I was gonna introduce meself, but right as I went to say hey, she stood up and knocked both drinks out of me hand. One got on me and the other got on her napkin and I said âsorry about your napkin,â and she said ânah itâs shit anyway. Sorry about your shirt,â so I said, âit looks better on the floor.â Guess she liked that, âcause thatâs where it ended up.â
âThat was a month ago, Jamie,â Sam interjects. âHow did you end up in the papers this morning?â
Jamie grins and sticks out his tongue. âWouldnât you like to know?â
Isaac smacks the back of his head and Jamie yelps. âOk, ok, Iâll tell ya!â
The team crowds closer. Rebecca is farther in the back, and sheâs seemed strangely uninterested this whole time, typing on her phone.Â
âSo. Turns out, sheâs fit and funny, and she starts telling me she writes her own songs. And she say it ainât a big deal, just something she does for fun, and I say I play football and it is a big deal, but she already knew who I was. Anyway, didnât figure out who she was till after I asked her on a proper date, and I guess she thought that was cute or some shit. Weâve been sneakin around ever since.â Here Jamie smiles angelically. âI am cute or some shit.â
Ted, Beard, and Trent nod in assent and just before the team can bombard Jamie with questions, his phone dings then rings. Rebecca finally looks up from her phone in the back as Jamie checks his.Â
Youâre calling him, so he makes a pipe down motion and answers.
âHello Jamie Tartt,â you say. âWhat are you doing right now?â
âHey babe!â he replies, team saying silent oohs and making kissy faces. âNot much, just with the lads. Did you see the papers?â
You laugh. âYes, I saw the papers. I suppose it was only a matter of time before it got out, and I know Iâm a little late to the party, but you can tell the team now.â
You can hear Jamieâs smile through the phone as he says, âThanks babe. Yâknow theyâre like my family.â
Even though he canât see you, you nod. âI do know. Thatâs why Iâm not upset that youâre in the boot room right now and have already told them everything.â
Jamie is stunned into silence as the team whispers, âwhat did she say, what did she say?â
âYou can put me on speaker,â you say.
Jamie does and then asks, âHow the fuck did you know where I was and what I was doing? Are you psychic?â
Jamie looks up around the room and Rebecca of all people catches his eye and winks as you say, âOh, well, Rebecca Welton and I have been close for ages. She started texted me the moment she heard you were going to the boot room. Sheâs known about you and me since the first night.â
The room erupts into âWHATs,â and âHoly shits,â while Jamie goes to speak again.Â
âBabe,â he tries, but you canât hear him above the noise. He pushes his way through the throng and out the boot room, Rebecca patting him on the shoulder as he goes past her.Â
âBabe,â he says again, âyou sure you ainât mad?â
Now he can hear your smile through the phone. âYes, Iâm absolutely positive. You could have told them sooner. And I think itâs funny that you went to the boot room to talk about it. Rebecca says it smells worse than shit.â
Jamie sighs. âGood. Good, yeah. Iâm glad.â
âActually,â you continue, âthis got me out of my writing slump. Iâve been writing like crazy every time you leave. Got half an album in the works already.â
âFuckin mental.â Jamie shakes his head. Heâs great at football, sure, but your musical talent is something else.
âJamie?â you ask hesitantly. âI- you know I- I mean-â
He cuts you off mid sentence with, âI love you.â
Youâre holding your phone with both hands now. âHow did you know what I was going to say?â
Jamie shrugs, then remembers you canât see it. âJust your voice, I guess. Didnât want you to feel awkward about it. Know we havenât said it yet, but I do. And now that itâs out, maybe you can come down to Richmond for a proper football game, meet the lads.â
âIâd like that,â you smile. âOh shit- my foodâs burning. Iâve gotta go. I love you!â
âLove you too,â he replies. He hands up, slides his phone back into his pocket, and turns to see the entire Richmond team crowded around the boot room door, faces pressed to the glass. Jamie rolls his eyes, flips them off, and walks away, laughing. Youâre going to love them.Â
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Jan Maas*Buttercup
Pairing: Jan x pregnant!reader
Word count: 2479
Warnings: accidental pregnancy, morning sickness, petty arguments, mentions of childbirth but nothing detailed, Jan being the biggest girl dad ever
Requested by @hypocritic-trash-baby (sorry it took sooo long)
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There were many, and you meant many, downsides to working in a pub but one of the upsides just walked in. the Richmond coach Ted lasso and beard came in pretty regularly already but recently Dani, Sam, and Jan had also become regulars with the latter being the only thing you can think about. Jan mass was tall, handsome, and his jersey number was 13 which was basically fate since it was your lucky number.
âHello,â his adorable Dutch accent greeted you as Sam and Danni claimed a table. âThree pints please,â
âHiya and no problem,â you grinned, already holding the first pint in your hand since you knew their order by heart not that it was hard to remember, âHow are you?â
âBetter now,â he smiled, sipping on the first pint you slid him. âI was wondering if I may ask you something?â he asked, his smile dropping for a second as he glanced to his friends.
You tilted your head but smiled anyway, âCourse you can. Whatâs up buttercup?â
Jan chuckled at this, always finding your expressions funny for some unknown reason to you. however, everyone on the team knew why. The boy was absolutely smittened by you. âWould you like to go on a date with me?â
You almost choked on the pint you werenât even drinking and for a second his smile faltered before you quickly began to splutter, âWell yes that sounds I mean yes I think I mean fuck-â you paused, sitting the final pint down before smiling, âIâd like that yes,â
âOkay great,â he said but it came out as a laugh, âCould I pick you up tomorrow? Say seven oâclock?â he asked as he handed you the money for the drinks.
âSeven. Perfect. I can meet you here if youâd like?â
âOkay,â he said, picking up the tray of drinks before adding, âButtercup,â with a large grin.
You watched him walk to the table for a moment before turning to Mae, âCould you- â
âYes, Iâll cover your shift you little pest,â she rolled her eyes before finally grinning, âTold you he bloody fancied you,â As she said this however cheers came from the Richmond players who were now patting a very happy look Jan mass on the back.
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The first date had gone so well you woke up in his apartment the next morning before he whisked you out for breakfast and a second date. You didnât actually sleep in your own apartment for the first four days after the date you were that wrapped up. Thank god for the off season.
Jan mass was everything you could hope for. He was sweet, kind, honest, and downright gorgeous which helped. You had been dating for 8 months now before the first problem arose. Sure, you had had petty arguments, but this was far more serious. Two pink lines stared back at you in the bathroom.
âHoney, I need to leave now or ill be late!â Jan Mass called through the flat you had now moved into with him. âAre you okay?â
âYeah!â you called back, wrapping the stick up in a ton of toilet paper before stashing it in the back of the bathroom cabinet behind the spare toilet rolls. Youâd deal with it later you told yourself as you quickly washed your hands and pressed the cold backs of them to your eyes to try depuff them.
You ran out the bathroom with a forced smile, but Jan mass was angrily pacing the room, âI cannot be late,â
âWe wonât be late,â
âWe will,â you began to bicker as you both ran out the building to the car. The whole way there he complained as you drove, but you saw the way his leg was bouncing. After all each of these games were important if they wanted to make it back to the premier league but his constant petty jabs were not helping the delicate situation.
When you arrived at Richmond he basically ran out of the car, ditching you to find a parking space. Technically heâd been right but by the time you parked he was only 3 minutes late but only to the recommended early start time Ted recommended to get them ready.
After another quick cry in your car, you headed up to Rebeccaâs office to meet her and Keeley. âYou alright babes?â Keeley asked, her head tilting like a puppies when she saw your eyes.
âYeah, Iâm fine just allergies,â you smiled. Somehow you managed to dodge the rest of their questions as you headed to the stands.
âLook at your man,â Keeley grinned, nudging you as Jan Mass ran onto the field. You smiled lightly and just nodded making her sigh. âWhat happened babes?â
âNothing- its just he was being annoying today thatâs all,â you tried to assure her, but she gave you that look like Rebecca screamed her team on. âHe was just getting all bitchy cause he thought we were gonna be late,â
âMaybe heâs on his period,â she joked, and you felt your stomach drop as you tried to laugh along.
Richmond tied, again, which even though was technically a good thing was just starting to get everybody down. Youâd decided to head home before Jan and when he arrived you were in no mood to talk to him. Especially not since morning sickness decided to hit your mid game instead of the expected 8am.
By the time you made it home you honestly just felt like crap and collapsed onto the bed. At some point you mustâve fallen asleep because when you woke up Jan was sat beside you on the bed stroking your back. âHey,â you muttered, your head falling back onto the pillow.
âIâm sorry. For earlier. I shouldnât have snapped,â Jan said as he moved to lay in front of you, wrapping his arms around you, âEverything has just been so stressful you know? especially with another tie,â he half laughed but you knew it had been weighing on him, âYou disappeared half way thought though. I thought youâd already left but I saw you just before we finished,â
You tried your best to smile but you could tell he didnât believe you, âJust didnât feel very well but id never miss a game. You know me,â
âI do,â he smiled, wrapping his arms tight around you and bringing you into his chest, âMy little trooper,â
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You knew you shouldâve told him, but you didnât know how. As you searched online for ways to tell him you fell down a rabbit hole of unhappy reactions. He was already so stressed with football a baby wasnât exactly going to help with that or fit into his busy schedule. What happens if he has an away match when youâre in labour? Or if he wasnât ready to settle down? Or if it throws him off his game?
Eventually you snapped under the weight of it all and broke down and told Keeley. She came over in a heartbeat to help you hug it out and try get you excited. âWe should go baby shopping!â she said suddenly grabbing your arm, âCmon itâd be so cute! We can pick up a baby Richmond jersey or something,â
âOkay alright,â you laughed as you tried to pick yourself off the couch to get ready, âAnd thanks for coming over, babes. Itâs just been so hard wrapping my mind around it,â
âI know babes,â Keeley said as you both got ready to leave. You sent Jan a quick text saying you would be back around 5 since he was still at practise, âBut hey once you tell him itâll be a thousand times easier,â
âI hope so,â
âI know so,â
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Shopping defiantly helped lift your spirit and Keeley even agreed to stash the baby things at her place, but you did take the baby Richmond jersey with you and stuffed it in the bottom of your handbag. You came home all smiles as you opened the front door. âHoney Iâm home,â you jokingly called as you tossed your keys in the bowl by the door. âYou home yet?â
âIn here,â Jan called from the bathroom. You sat your bag down and wandered to the open door, seeing Jan standing in front of the sink looking at something. âI was looking for bandages,â he said softly as you walked in and went to wrap your arms around him, pressing your cheek into his back.
âOh no are you okay?â
âYeah um. I hurt my ankle a bit but its fine. What is this?â he asked, his voice coloured in shock however when you looked past him the colour drained from your face.
You started to stutter, all the joy vanishing when you saw his blank expression. âItâs a pregnancy test,â you eventually managed to say, swallowing the lump in your throat.
You unwrapped your arms around him as he turned to face you. âAnd its positive?â he asked as if he wasnât holding the literal evidence in his hands.
âYes,â you said, your eyes falling to the floor as you felt them start to well up.
Jan sat the test down and you have expected him to push past you and straight out the door. but instead, his hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs rubbed over the tops of your cheeks, âI love you. so much. I cannot wait to meet them,â he whispered as you noticed his own teary eyes.
You couldnât help but laugh a little as you lent up to kiss him, âI was scared to tell you,â
âWhy?â
âEncase you hated me,â you confessed, seeing his face fill with guilt, âI didnât want to ruin you career or throw you off- â
âFootball is a job,â he interrupted, âone that yes, I love and yes has become my life. But you are my family. never for a second think you donât come first,â he said before he tightened his arms around you and you allowed yourself to cry into his chest while he stroked your hair, âWeâll make it work baby. We always will,â
After a few moments you pulled away, âYou wanna see what I bought?â you asked while leading him into the living room to get the tiny jersey out the bag.
You turned and showed it to Jan whoâs smile somehow got even wider, âSee,â he said as he took the jersey, âHow could you possibly ruin anything? Weâre going to have another player on the team,â he said, and you both laughed this time.
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You did however make him promise not to tell anyone about the baby however keeping it a secret was hard. Janâs birthday was coming up however and with the whole team really needing a chance to blow off some steam you both decided to invite them over and tell them at the same time.
The players had completely taken over your flat, every seat was taken and half of them were sat on the floor. Jan however made sure you had a seat. As everyone was sat around the room Ted stood up to give a birthday toast to Jan. âSo, a very happy birthday to you my friend,â Ted finished his speech, all the boys giving a small cheer or a clap.
Jan stood up from where heâd been sitting next to you on the couch to take Teds place at the front of the room, âI would also like to thank you all for coming however I have a confession,â he said, looking at you with a wide smile, âI have an announcement to make,â
âNow you better not be quitting on us,â Ted joked making you and Jan both chuckle.
Keeley sent you an excited grin when she realised what was happening, âIâm not going anywhere,â he laughed, âNo actually there is someone coming to meet the team. And they are very special to me, so I hope you love them just as much as I do,â
âIs it Zava?â someone asked causing a flurry of conversations and a very loud âshut itâ from Roy.
âSomeone even better,â Jan said once he finally had their attention again. He pulled the tiny jersey out of his back pocket and held it up, âWeâre having a baby,â
To say the team erupted in cheers was an understatement. You were suddenly being hugged by about 20 different footballers all at once who were all congratulating you both. Even Roy gave you a hug it was wild.
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However, it was not easy being pregnant. Especially not when your stomach suddenly became the size of a large watermelon that weighed what felt like 100lbs. between the stress of Janâs job and the constant pressure on your bladder and joints there was defiantly some struggles but some how some way you managed and now you were holding a baby girl in your arms.
âSheâs so beautiful,â Jan whispered as he sat beside you on the bed. âJust like her mother,â
As you leaned in for a brief soft kiss a nurse knocked on the door, âHi you have um some visitors?â she said making you look at Jan.
âWho did you tell?â you sighed but he just gave you a sorry smile. âHow many are out there?â you asked.
The nurse popped her head out and did a brief count before giving you a sorry look, â20ish people?â
You groaned but internally smiled since you knew your daughter would be surrounded by love. You turned to Jan, âTwo at a time. two minutes each. No one gets to hold her, but they get to see her,â he nodded and instantly got up to fulfil your wishes.
The first in were Roy and Keeley. Keeley instantly rushed to give you a hug on the side that you werenât holding your daughter while Roy slowly wandered over to look down at the small bundle in your arms. âSheâs fucking beautiful she is,â he said, voice choked with tears making you and Keeley chuckle.
Jan however was less than impressed, âHey! Language,â he said rolling his eyes.
âSorry, sorry. Effing beautiful,â you let that one slide, however. Half an hour later the whole team had finally met her and were content enough to finally leave though they all left some kind of gift for her ranging from baby cleats she wouldnât be able to wear for months to a massive panda bear from Isaac.
Finally, though it was just you, Jan and your baby again. âCan I take her?â he asked and you of coursed passed her over, âHi baby,â he cooed as he held her to his chest. âI love you so much. Both of you,â he added, kissing the top of your head.
You smiled up at him, watching how he awed over your daughter. âI love you too,â
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The Worthwhile Fight
Chapter 6 of Thereâs Nothing Like This
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!footballer!reader
Warnings: none :)
Word Count: 2.5k
Authorâs Note: weâre entering the home stretch now folks - only two more chapters!
After the gala, things seem different, on and off the pitch. While you were winning games before, now that you were truly unified and working together seamlessly as a team, you were practically unbeatable. Youâd started spending more and more time with Jamie, and when you werenât together you found yourself thinking of him, and you rationalized it by telling yourself that you thought about Mackie all the time too.
Deep down, though, you knew it was different.
More often than not, you and Jamie spend your nights together, relaxing in front of the TV and letting yourselves unwind after all the training you do during the day. Youâd been trying to be better to yourself, allowing rest days at the gym and icing your body and taking it easy when you need to, but most of the time, youâre continually pushing yourself past the breaking point, and you know everyone around you notices.
Sometimes, when he sees the way you favor your left leg and how you unsuccessfully try to wiggle out the pain in your foot, Jamie will gently take your feet into his lap, kneading and soothingly rubbing at your sore muscles until you feel like you could cry from relief. You can never seem to find the words to thank him, so instead youâve started keeping his favorite snacks around and letting him choose the movie or show you watch together.
Itâs like everyone around you knows something you donât with the looks and glances you get walking into Nelson Road as you talk with Jamie. Whenever you enter the dressing room, you feel your teammates eyes boring into the back of your head, even as you get dressed and try to ignore the uncomfortable sensation and the heaviness it creates in your chest.
As a team, you continue to do better and better, winning match after match and soaring through the ranks. The teamâs very first year in the league, and youâre predicted to finish first, despite what many of the sports columnists have to say. It amazes you, how so many people could continue to say nothing but negative things about your team when youâve been winning left and right, knocking even Arsenal back to second place.
Thankfully, everyone at Nelson Road has been doing their part in keeping the positivity alive, shouting the praises of your team whenever theyâre asked. If given the opportunity, the players on the menâs team would talk about you for an entire interview, doing whatever they could to counteract the never ending criticism.
âTheyâre all good players, some of them are better than my teammates,â Jan Maas says currently on your TV and you canât help but to laugh at his typical Dutch bluntness. All of the boys have gone to bat for you, whether itâs on instagram or a TV interview, a quick comment to a fan or an answer to a reporter. Sitting on your couch as you mentally prepare for the day, youâre a little overwhelmed by the love you feel from everyone at Nelson Road.
Keeley, who has been grinding nonstop ever since she came up with the idea for a womenâs team, has organized a photo shoot for you and some other women in the league, as a part of a campaign to get more young girls interested in soccer. As much as you coveted these match-free weekends, youâd do anything Keeley asked and anything to hopefully improve the publicâs opinion on womenâs soccer.
When you arrive at Nelson Road, though, youâre shocked to see a familiar car and a familiar man coming out of the building.
âLast I checked you played on the menâs team,â you quip when youâre close enough not to yell across the parking lot. Jamie jumps, then a smile overtakes his face when he realizes itâs you thatâs talking.
âI was trying to do some training, got kicked out when Keeley needed to set up the lights and shit,â he tells you, coming to a stop next to you instead of continuing on his way to his car, âwant me to stick around? I can drive ya home when youâre done?â Itâs a little shocking, how sweet that offer is, and youâre almost brought to tears by his thoughtfulness.
âJamie, this could take hours, go enjoy your Saturday,â you reply, despite the strange urge to take him up on the offer.
âMaybe we could grab dinner, when youâre done?â
âThat would be nice,â and itâs a little shocking how much you mean that, so he gives you one last dazzling smile before continuing on to his car and you head inside for the photo shoot.
Once inside, youâre bombarded with hair and makeup and jewelry and your Richmond kit, all thrown at you with lightning speed while you try and introduce yourself to the players around you. Itâs intimidating, to say the least, being in the same room with players you still idolize, and itâs hard not to feel like an imposter, hard not to feel like you donât belong. The girls are all very sweet, and by the time the actual photo shoot rolls around, youâre all laughing and joking like youâve known each other for more than five minutes.
There are individual shots and group shots, shots on the pitch and shots in the dressing room, action shots and posed shots, all with Keeley shouting encouragement from behind the photographer. Even though you all play on different teams, itâs impossible not to feel a sense of comradery with the girls, all of you hyping each other up during solo shots despite the fact that when next weekend rolls around, youâll all be willing to do whatever it takes to win.
With all the positive energy and the whirlwind of the camera flashes, the afternoon passes quickly and before you know it, youâre being shooed out of the dressing room so the camera crew can take down their equipment. When you make your way out into the parking lot, hair still styled and makeup still near perfect, youâd been so focused on the photo shoot that seeing Jamieâs car waiting for you sends a shock through your body. Before youâre able to doubt yourself, doubt if this is really a good idea or not, you clamor into the passenger's seat, still riding high on the energy of modeling.
âYou look nice,â Jamie says as you buckle your seatbelt, stealing a few glances as he pulls out of the parking spot, âhow did it go?â
âReally good, I think,â you reply, trying to fly past his compliment and not stray into self deprecation, âeveryone was super cool and Keeley seemed happy.â
âGood, good,â he adds before you fall into a comfortable silence and you feel yourself truly relaxing for the first time since you left your house. Youâre not sure what it is, but something about just being near Jamie makes you feel calm, makes you feel like nothing could possibly go wrong. Itâs very similar to how you feel when youâre with Mackie, but thereâs something different that you canât quite put your finger on.
âI hope this is ok,â Jamie says, breaking the silence as he pulls to a stop outside of a little pub near the Richmond Green. It seems quiet and quaint, and just by looking at the outside you can already tell the food will be your new comfort food while youâre away from home.
âItâs fancier than we normally do,â you reply, even though youâre already reaching to open the car door and already dreaming about the meal you're about to eat, missing the way Jamieâs cheeks and nose and ears tinge pink momentarily.
âFigured we could do something other than takeout, celebrate a weekend off,â he shrugs, acting nonchalant and as if he hadnât sat awake in his bed planning this moment the night before, planning taking you out to a real restaurant, if only to show you his favorite spots around Richmond. You donât seem to mind, though, and the second you walk into the pub and can smell the delicious food, youâre sighing in relief and Jamie canât help the way his heart melts a little.
The pub is busy, but the older woman behind the counter simply nods at Jamie and he directs you to a booth in the back, one thatâs more secluded than the rest and you wonder how often he comes here.
âJust let me know when you know what you want, Iâll go up and order and then Maeâll bring it over,â Jamie says, fiddling with the corner of the plastic menu while you look yours over.
Feeling a little overwhelmed and out of your element, you set your menu down and turn to Jamie, surprised to see him already staring at you with a soft gaze.
âJust get me whatever you think is the best,â you tell him, and with the way he smiles at you, half proud and half embarrassed, youâd let him make every decision for you.
Sliding out of the booth and promising to be right back, Jamie leaves you alone with your thoughts, alone to study the room youâre in. Youâre not alone for long, though, before three men approach your table with varying giddy expressions.
âYouâre that striker? For Richmond?â The shortest of the three asks, and you ignore the swell of pride in your chest when he doesnât specify that youâre on the womenâs team: you simply play for Richmond. Nodding, you try not to grin as the trio turns to each other in excitement, looking seconds away from bouncing up and down when Jamie approaches the table again.
âOi, dickheads, get lost,â he tells the group, and they hurry to scramble away, waving goodbye and chattering about meeting both of Richmondâs strikers in one day.
âItâs very refreshing to cheer for a team that wins consistently,â you hear one of the three men say as they disappear back to the bar, and youâre grinning when you look back at Jamie.
Despite all the time youâve been in Richmond, this was your first encounter with real fans, with people from the community who supported you. It didnât matter that you played on the womenâs team, it mattered that you were a Richmond player, practically a god to the fans in the pub, and it made a little bubble of hope grow in your chest that there were more people like those men out there, who supported you through and through.
Almost as soon as the men leave and Jamie gets settled again, the older woman from behind the bar, who you assume is Mae, is bringing over pints and piles of food, brushing off your thanks with a smile and a wink and youâre already planning your next visit before trying any of the food.
âI mightâve went a little overboard,â Jamie says sheepishly as he surveys the plates that take up most of your table, âI just wanted to make sure thereâd be something you like.â
Your heart stutters in a way thatâs been happening more and more lately, increasing with the amount of time you spend with Jamie, but you ignore it in favor of digging into the mountain of food in front of you. Itâs all wonderful, the perfect comfort food to put you in a good mood to start off your week, but you might enjoy the company more than the food.
After youâre finished and Mar waves away every attempt on your end to pay the bill, Jamie drives you home as you continue your meandering conversations from earlier in the evening, and you find yourself a little sad when he pulls up outside of your door.
âThank you, for hanging out with me and for the great dinner,â you tell him as you gather your bags, the exhaustion of the day starting to hit you.
âWeâll have to do it again sometime?â It comes out more like a question, even though youâre almost certain Jamie was trying to sound confident and sure of himself, but you nod enthusiastically anyway.
Sending you on your way with a wave and completely ignoring your insistence to pay him for half of the dinner youâd shared, Jamie drives away and leaves you all by yourself for the first time since morning. You feel calmer, though, more open to spending the rest of your Saturday evening with only your thoughts for company, so you let yourself enjoy an extra long shower while you scrub away layers of makeup and hair gel and sweat from the photo shoot.
Stepping out of the shower, youâre met with a series of texts from Keeley, along with a few of the unedited photos from earlier.
Iâm not supposed to share these - oops ;)
Smiling, you scroll through the few pictures sheâd sent and you almost canât believe itâs you looking back. You look powerful and strong and badass, like the type of player a little girl could look up to, could aspire to be. It makes you more emotional than you thought, and you sniffle a little as you thank Keeley for sending you the pictures.
Itâs in that moment that it hits you that youâre doing so much more than playing soccer, youâre breaking boundaries and becoming a role model and being the person that youâd used to dream about being. The thought was always dormant in the back of your mind, that being a female athlete was always about so much more than sports, but staring at a professional campaign picture of you looking tough and confident, being there for little girls to look up to, solidifies those thoughts.
Feeling a little emotional, you settle on your couch with a fluffy blanket and some snacks, flipping through channels for something comforting to watch when you accidentally land on a channel with Jamieâs face staring down at you. The clip is from yesterday, because you remember the blue hoodie he was wearing, and the reporter must have stopped him as he left training.
Youâre about to text him to let him know that apparently you canât escape him and change the channel when you hear your name and a question that makes all the joy drain from your body.
â⌠is the female version of you?â The reporter asks from behind the camera, and your heart sinks as you wait for Jamieâs response because as much as you want to, youâre unable to look away.
âMate, sheâs scored more than me, sheâs leading in assists this season, I think Iâm the man version of her,â Jamie replies before he rushes away, looking beyond irritated and upset.
It shouldnât surprise you, his response to that question, after all the support he and the other Greyhounds have given your team, but something about that specific question made your stomach drop. Hearing Jamieâs response, though, seeing the anger flash in his eyes on your behalf, elicits a completely different feeling.
Your heart is racing and your head feels fuzzy and itâs getting a little hard to breathe and you canât think of anything other than Jamie and thatâs when it hits you like an unexpected pass, like a tackle from an aggressive defender.
Youâre in love with Jamie Tartt.
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A Little Love
Part of my 900 Followers Celebration! Request: Hiya ���� Your Roy fics are THE BEST!! It was so hard narrowing down the prompts, but would you please write something for Roy from whichever one of these inspires you most? Thank you đ âYou have NO IDEA how long Iâve wanted to do thatâ âyou have no idea how long Iâve wanted you to do thatâ Roy Kent x Reader 1.2k words Warnings: Language, fluffy fluffy fluff
Rebeccaâs assistant. Rebeccaâs fucking assistant. If he wasnât so damn lovesick, Roy would marvel at how almost funny it was that he kept falling for women who were close to his boss.
But he felt much too tortured for that. He had to watch you trail after Rebecca day after day, and, even worse, he had to make small talk with you whenever you came down to his office on some errand for Rebecca. He loved and hated it. The way you smiled radiantly at him. The way you held his eye confidently when he managed to speak. The way you laughed at the stupid shit he said, as if Roy Kent was capable of being funny. The way you sometimes swayed onto your tiptoes when you spoke to him, almost as if you were trying to get closer to him. The way your fingernails tap-tap-tapped on the shell of your tablet, something he didnât realize was a nervous habit of yours.
The best and worst thing about match days was that he barely saw you. You were usually in Rebeccaâs office before the game, and then youâd head to the ownerâs box with Rebecca and Keeley, reminding Roy of a princess in a tower, far out of reach from a grumpy old knight like himself.
Today, however, he really, really wanted to see you. With a win, the Greyhounds would perform a miracle and be named the Premier League champions. And, for some reason, he felt sure that seeing your face- even just a glimpse- would be enough to ease his nerves.
âGood morning, Coach!â
Roy whirled around. There you were, adorable in your Richmond sweater and ponytail, beaming at him.
He cleared his throat, nearly dropping the playbook he held in his hands. âMorning,â he grunted.
You were undeterred by his gruff greeting; you were quite used to it by now. It was charming, in Royâs grumpy way. You liked it. It probably helped that you thought he was ridiculously handsome, but no one needed to know that, least of all Roy Kent.
âI, er, just wanted to say good luck today.â Your hands fiddled with the cuff of your sweatshirt- another nervous habit. âBig day.â
No matter how the match went, Roy already felt really fucking lucky thanks to the way you gazed up at him. âThanks,â he managed. âMeans a lot.â
You looked as if you were about to say something more, but you stopped; instead you simply reached out and gave his hand a small squeeze. âIâll see you later,â you chirped, not bothering to look at his reaction to your small touch.
If you had, however, you would have seen Roy Kent blush harder than he had in his entire life.
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âLetâs go Greyhounds! Go Roy!â
Amused, Beard turned around, pushing his sunglasses down as his eyes scanned the ownersâ box. âSounds like you have a fan, Coach,â he hummed, raising his eyebrows at Roy.
Rolling his eyes, Roy glanced in the direction Beard had been looking in. Sure enough, there you were, your smile radiant even from the pitch. âSheâs just being nice,â he grumbled. Still, he gave a little wave in your direction, which you returned with unashamed enthusiasm, ignoring the knowing looks Rebecca and Keeley shared.
âYou should ask her out, Roy,â Nate murmured as the coaches watched the starting lineup take their places on the pitch. âShe obviously likes you.â
ââm not asking her out,â he growled, trying to focus his attention on the pitch.
Beard tsked at him. âGuess we can let Jan Maas know he can go ahead and ask her out, then. Said something about it being more respectful to wait for you to get rejected first, since youâre his manager and all.â
âFuck Jan Maas,â Roy spat, forgetting where he was for a moment.
âWhat, Coach?â
Oops. Right, Jan was on the bench. âNothing,â he barked over his shoulder. He looked back at his fellow coaches. âIâm not asking her out,â he repeated. Still, he couldnât help taking one last glance at the ownerâs box before giving his full attention to the match unfolding in front of him.
~ Roy didnât know the last time he felt so elated. He watched with glee- actual fucking glee- as his team shouted and jumped into each otherâs arms, their mouths wide with joy. Theyâd done it. Heâd done it. A.F.C. Richmond were the champions of the Premier League.
He had let Nate jump into his arms, and brought Beard into a tight embrace, and even squeezed Jamie Tartt around the waist. Now he was standing on the pitch, watching the celebrations around him, when he saw you practically skipping arm-in-arm with Keeley, eager to join the team in their reveling.
When your eyes found his, your entire face lit up. He couldnât help but notice the way Keeley shoved you in his direction with a wink; there was something sweet and childish in the action, like kids on the schoolyard around Valentineâs Day.
And he felt just as nervous as a boy waiting for his crush, standing still as a statue as you walked through the throngs of jumping and hugging people, not stopping for anyone who tried to hug you. Your feet carried you straight to Roy.
âCongratulations,â you said, gazing up at him.
In the same moment you opened your arms for a hug, he stuck his hand out for a handshake. Fuck fuck fuck.
You stared down at his hand and gave a little twinkling laugh. âFeeling a bit formal?â
âFuck, sorry.â Roy reached out and pulled you into a hug. Your hair smelled great. Of course your hair smelled great. It smelled like fucking lavender and sunshine and every good thing a prick like Roy didnât deserve.
Although he released you from the hug, you still held onto his arms, nervousness crossing your expression, something Roy couldnât remember ever seeing before.
âShould let you go,â you hummed, eyebrows knitted together. âYour girlfriendâll probably want to come give you a big kiss on the pitch. Be all cute and romantic.â
Roy cleared his throat, wondering if his beard was doing anything to hide his blush. âI donât have a girlfriend.â
âOh.â You gave his arm a squeeze. âSo, whoâs going to kiss you, then?â
âJamie, if I fucking let him,â Roy snorted, rolling his eyes.
Your teeth caught your bottom lip. âThink heâd be mad if I beat him to it?â
Before Roy could ask what the fuck you meant, you pushed yourself on tiptoe and planted the smallest kiss to Royâs lips. Instinctively, his hands returned to your waist, holding you still so he could properly return the kiss, unsurprised and overjoyed to discover that you had the softest lips heâd ever felt.
When you pulled back, your smile was somehow brighter than heâd ever seen it. Roy let out a dry chuckle. âYou have no idea how long Iâve been wanting to do that,â he confessed, his thumb stroking the material of your sweatshirt gently.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted you to do that,â you countered with a giggle. âThink I could get another?â
He nodded and pulled you tight against himself. âOh, definitely.â
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Hello, dearest author,
Please write more of that cracky superhero au as an actual fic? It's really good, and made me smile and laugh.
Thank you,
Azadale, Independent
Dear Azadale! I am so sorry I missed this ask, which has been languishing in my inbox for ages. I am afraid I do not have any more of the cracky superhero AU written but I am happy to share what would have been the general plot, which I once brainstormed with @leupagus.
The superpowers of the AFC Richmond team are, respectively: - Isaac: can chop things in half with his hands - Zoreaux: elasticity - Jamie: invulnerability - Sam: healing - Dani: blazes light - Colin: chameleon, basically invisible - Bumbercatch: X-ray vision - Richard: incredibly sensitive palate - Jan Maas: is always right, or so he says
All the players manifest some kind of superpower, although it takes some time to figure out who has what, since some of them, like Richard's, are not immediately obvious. The sole exception is Zava, who brushes this off by saying that "Zava needs no superpowers for he is already God". It clearly bothers him, however, and he eventually quits the team.
None of the coaches, nor any of the other staff, manifests any powers. Trent, by elimination, speculates that the superpowers may have to do with the showers, since Zava does not shower with the rest of the team. Ted finds Trent standing in the showers, investigating, and their ensuing banter so flusters Trent that he turns on the shower while standing under it, fully-dressed, and is soaked through.
The team debate if it is ethical to use their powers to win the Premier League. They decide it is not and make a pact to refrain from using their powers on the pitch, or for that matter anywhere in public, to keep the whole thing a secret. The one person who does break this rule is Colin, who uses his powers of invisibility to become a vigilante after hours. He hangs around LGBTQ clubs, makes sure young queer folks get home safely, and beats up homophobes who harass them.
Trent's investigations lead him to discover there is an alien spaceship buried in the sewer under Nelson Road, from whence the shower powers spread. He attempts to warn the team during the home match with West Ham, only for the aliens to invade the surface and wreak destruction, forcing the team to use their powers to protect the crowd. Nate is almost exploded by an alien but saved by Jamie shielding him.
Though AFC Richmond save the day, they are subsequently disqualified from the Premier League because their powers are deemed an unfair advantage. As Nelson Road has now been taken over as a government black ops site, Rebecca rebrands AFC Richmond as a crimefighting superhero league and has Keeley handle their PR push. The team thrive at first in their new roles, but find that they miss football. Meanwhile, Ted's depression is worsening, as he feels he has no purpose in London any more and is spiralling more than ever.
Trent eventually works out that Jan Maas' power of always being right, which nobody took seriously even though he described it accurately from day one, means that he can in fact rewrite reality. They decide to have Jan erase everything that happened, so that they can go back to being normal footballers. Only Jan - and, mysteriously, Trent - retains any memory of the alternate reality.
At the end, it is finally revealed that this entire story is a novel written by Trent. The last scene of the fic is his book launch, which the players attend. Jan confronts Trent about whether he has a superpower of his own, since he was also in the showers. Jan suggests that Trent's superpower is metadiegesis - he can move between narrative layers and break the fourth wall. At this point, Trent addresses the reader directly to state: "Reader, I can neither confirm nor deny."
I hope this made you smile!
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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 donât 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.
Youâre only more confused when you realize it is, cocking your head at the green like itâll answer. You find Jamieâs contact and reread the message heâd sent you an hour ago, ensuring that it was indeed today and not a week ago. The date reads as it had, Jamieâs request for you to bring a bag heâd 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 doesnât. 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 isnât the normal buzzing from the team.
Very confused, you heave a big sigh, striding near the coachâs office to peek inside there, too. No luck.
You slump onto the bench in front of Jamieâs locker, fiddling with the zipper on his bag as you search your pockets for your phone. Youâre 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. âHey, love.â
âHi, Jamie,â you greet, standing to meet him when he arrives. âBrought your bag.â You swing it lightly on your finger to show him.
âAh, youâre great,â 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. âJamie, why do you smell like shit?â
âRight, sorry love. Lasso took us to the sewers today,â he says, brows furrowing. âDâI really smell that bad?â
You stare up at him. âWhat?â
âOne of his lessons. The system anâall.â He pinches the fabric of his shirt and takes a smell. His lips purse, he shakes his head. âNothinâ.â
âMaybe you got used to it down there,â you point out, smoothing the wrinkles heâd made. âEither way,â you begin, patting his chest, âtake a nice shower before you get home, okay?â
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. âNuh-uh. You have things to do, Jamie Tartt. Donât start things you canât finish.â
âWho says I canât finish?â he asks, one of his stupidly handsome smirks on his lips.
You groan loudly, a gentle hand pushing his face away. âPrick. Get away from me.â
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.
âPrick,â you repeat, softer.
âYeah,â he admits, âbut you like it.â
âOnly a little,â you confess, letting him kiss you again.
A door slams. Footsteps pause, and then, disgusted: âGet a fucking room!â 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 Jamieâs figure.
âOi, stop screaminâ!â 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. âFuckinâ old fuck,â he mutters, softer now. His pretty eyes look into yours.
You giggle. âHeâs right.â
âYou wanna get a room?â he asks.
âI should go,â you correct, pecking him quickly before he can convince you to stay with his sad little pout and round eyes. âSay hi to the team for me.â
âWe heard,â Jan Maas says from far away.
Many more voices chime in with a greeting.
âWill you lot shut up?â Jamie says.
âIâll see you soon,â you laugh, blowing him another kiss.
âIâll try to wash off the smell!â he calls.
âPrince Charming!â you croon, letting the door close behind you.
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