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[jerzwriter]

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"I know folks like to say 'there's no place like home'. That's true. But man, there ain't a whole lot'a places like AFC Richmond, either." 💙💛❤️

[nameless-jamie]

Your ff are so adorable! Especially the PA ones 😍😍 Could you write one abou Jamie having to go to practise or sth and so he absentmindedly puts his arm around PA and kisses the top/side of her head and gies without a second thought and she's just dumbfounded. Maybe the Team saw and teases Jamie about it so to proof that it's not a big deal he just continues to do that and PA doesn't know why he does it but she likes it and doesn't stop him and the Team notices that too? Thanks 🤭🤭🤭

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Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

A/N: Thank you for all the nice messages guys! I'm okay I guess. my writing is kinda shit but I didn't want to not post. Love ya xo.

TW: cursing, suggestive language/scenes, kissing

Jamie had never been good at keeping secrets—especially when it came to things that made him happy.

And right now, the thing that made him happiest was the fact that he was secretly sleeping with his personal assistant. Yes, Y/N his assistant he's been in love with basically since day one. And now they are a thing—they are something...

Well—okay, it wasn’t just about the sex. Though Jamie would be the first to admit that the sex was fucking incredible. But it was also everything else—the stolen moments, the whispered jokes, the way she looked at him like he was the best thing she’d ever seen, even when he was being an absolute dumbass.

It had been weeks since that first confession, that first kiss, and that first night he’d held her close in his bed, murmuring against her skin, Fuck, I love you. And since then, their relationship had been a secret. Their secret. To the team it was normal that they were together at all times, Y/N was his assistant so it was kind of her job, nut no one had to know that there was more going on behind that...or so Y/N thought.

Which was why it was so fucking annoying that Jamie was the one who nearly blew it—and the worst part? He didn’t even realize it.

It happened on match day.

The Richmond locker room buzzed with energy—the rhythmic stomping of boots, the sound of jerseys being pulled over heads, the usual banter filling the space as everyone geared up. The air smelled of sweat, fresh grass, and the faint sting of muscle rub. Jamie was on autopilot, tying his laces and nodding along to Dani’s enthusiastic rambling. His mind, however, kept drifting—back to Y/N’s smile, the warmth of her skin against his the night before, and the way she’d whispered his name like it was her favorite word.

Then, without thinking, Jamie stood, and walked straight over to Y/N who was focused on her iPad and paperwork, he slung an arm around her shoulders, pulled her into his side, and kissed the top of her head.

Right in front of the entire team.

“See you later, babe,” Jamie murmured, giving her a squeeze before heading toward the tunnel.

It wasn’t until he was halfway down the corridor that he realized the locker room had gone dead silent.

“What?” Jamie turned back, confused, only to find every single one of his teammates staring at him like he’d just announced he was quitting football to become a magician.

“Oi.” Isaac raised an eyebrow. “The fuck was that?”

Jamie blinked. “What was what?”

“That,” Sam said, gesturing toward Y/N, who stood frozen in place, eyes wide with shock staring at Jamie.

“What? I was just sayin’ bye to her, like always.”

“Saying bye to your girlfriend, or what?” Colin teased, his smirk spreading. “Mate, we all know you flirt with your Y/N a lot, but that was next-level boyfriend shit.”

“And she let you do that,” Jan added suspiciously. “She never lets you do that.”

Panic sparked in Jamie’s chest. Shit.

Y/N was still standing there, her cheeks flushed, lips parted slightly as if she was trying to process what the fuck had just happened.

And then, because Jamie was a fucking idiot, he shrugged and said, “Nah, mate, that’s just how we are. That's just our relationship, like uhhhm like friends.”

The team exploded.

“Since when?!”

“Oi, have you two actually been shagging this whole time?”

"Jamie, we are friends and you've never kissed me on the head like this!"

“Jamie Tartt, you dog! She your girl now?”

“It’s not even a big deal,” Jamie insisted, though his ears burned. But the warmth in his chest—the memory of Y/N’s soft, startled smile—refused to fade.

“Oh, it’s a big deal,” Sam grinned. “Because she didn’t stop you. That is not Y/N-like.”

Jamie opened his mouth, then shut it.

Shit.

Y/N hadn’t stopped him.

She was still looking at him, no outrage or teasing retort—just that same dumbfounded look, like he was the surprising part, not the team’s reaction.

And that did something to Jamie—something warm and solid that settled right in the center of his chest.

Which was exactly why he did it again.

The next morning, before training, he found her near the pitch, slung an arm around her shoulders, and pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head before jogging onto the field.

The next day, after a press event, he casually pulled her into a half-hug before walking away.

And the day after that—

“You’re doing it on purpose now,” Y/N accused, arms crossed as she cornered him outside the locker room.

“Dunno what you mean, babe.” Jamie grinned and tugged a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Yes, you do,” she huffed. “You keep touching me in front of everyone!”

“Yeah, and?” Jamie tilted his head, gaze softening. “You gonna stop me?”

Silence. Y/N opened her mouth, then closed it.

Jamie raised an eyebrow.

More silence.

“Shut up,” she muttered, cheeks heating.

His grin widened as he stepped closer, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Didn’t think so.”

By the end of the week, the team was losing their minds.

“Oi, Jamie!” Isaac shouted across the pitch during practice, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. “Your missus is watchin’! Better go give her a kiss, like you do all the time.”

Jamie didn’t even hesitate. He jogged past Y/N, threw her a quick wink, and called back, “Yeah? She likes what she sees.”

“Jesus Christ,” Colin muttered, shaking his head as Dani and Richard burst into laughter.

Later that day, as Jamie passed the conference room, he overheard Sam and Colin plotting some kind of intervention.

“Do you think he even realizes how obvious they are?”

“He knows,” Sam replied. “He just doesn’t care. And honestly? Respect.”

But Jamie did care.

It wasn’t just about teasing the team or sneaking touches when he could—it was about Y/N. The way she smiled when she thought no one was looking, the way her eyes softened whenever he got close.

Each small gesture felt like a promise: I see you. I choose you. Every single day.

And maybe—just maybe—he was tired of pretending. He wanted them to know. He wanted Y/N to know that he meant it. He wants their relationship. He wants her to be his girlfriend.

The next match day, Y/N stood by the locker room entrance, clipboard in hand, looking as composed as ever. But Jamie caught the way her fingers tapped nervously against the paper, the way her gaze flicked to him when she thought he wouldn’t notice.

He noticed.

So this time, when he walked past her, he didn’t just sling an arm around her shoulders.

He stopped.

Turned. Grabbed her head with both hands.

And kissed her.

Properly.

Right there, in front of the whole team, the coaching staff, and probably half the stadium staff.

The locker room erupted in shouts and laughter. Someone whistled. Dani clapped like he’d just watched the greatest love story of all time.

Y/N gasped against Jamie’s lips, her eyes wide as he pulled back, breathless and grinning.

“Jamie—” she started.

“Yeah, babe?”

“You’re such an idiot. I thought we wouldn't tell anyone.”

“I want everyone to know that I'm yours,” Jamie agreed, brushing his thumb gently over her cheek. “I’m your idiot.”

The team hollered.

"Fucking, finally!"

"Yeah about damn time, bruv."

And this time, Y/N didn’t argue.

Instead, she smiled—soft and certain and just a little bit in love.

And Jamie knew, without a doubt, that he’d never keep this secret again.

Not when it felt this good to be hers.

[marv-el-spot]

✦ GIFTOBER 2024 | Day 09/31: NUMBERS

AFC Richmond Team.

[lilalbatross]

[anya-chalotra]

#that’s a found family your honor

[kcsplace]

Ted Lasso and Believing

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[braedenhales]

TOHEEB JIMOH&BRETT GOLDSTEIN AS SAM OBISANYA&ROY KENT IN TED LASSO [2020-2023]

[zen-dayas]

TED LASSO 1.02 “Biscuits” 3.07 “The Strings That Bind Us”

[caslutz]

Ted Lasso Text Posts: Part #5

1 / 2 / 3 / 4

[folkpunkbumbercatch]

They're all wrong

[emziess]

Toheeb Jimoh as Sam Obisanya Ted Lasso, S01E01&E02

[nameless-jamie]

WE'RE NOT CALLING IT THOR

Glimpse Into the Future - Jamie Tartt x fem!PA reader

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TW: cursing

By the time Georgie and Simon arrived at the hospital, Y/N had barely managed to brush her hair. She was still propped up in bed, cradling the baby against her chest while Jamie sat beside her, half-asleep with his head resting on the mattress.

A gentle knock at the door startled them both. Jamie blinked awake as Georgie peeked her head in, her eyes instantly lighting up.

“Oh, love!” she gasped, stepping into the room with her hands clasped over her heart. Simon followed closely, holding a bouquet of sunflowers and a teddy bear.

Y/N offered a tired smile. “Hi, Georgie. Hi, Simon.”

“Oh, look at ‘im,” Georgie cooed, her eyes welling up as she approached the bed. “He’s beautiful. Absolutely perfect.”

Simon nodded in agreement, placing the flowers on the side table. “Congratulations, both of you. He’s a proper little Tartt.”

Jamie straightened up, puffing his chest out with pride. “Yeah, he is, innit?”

Georgie leaned closer, her smile warm. “So… what’s his name?”

Silence.

Y/N froze, eyes widening slightly. She glanced at Jamie, who blinked as if the question had short-circuited his brain.

“Shit,” Jamie muttered under his breath. “We forgot to name ‘im.”

“You what?” Georgie’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oi, it’s been a busy day, yesterday!” Jamie defended. “Didn’t exactly have time to scroll baby names while she was pushin’ him out and I had a match!”

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. “I can’t believe we forgot to give him a name…” She looked down at the baby, who squirmed against her chest, completely unaware of the identity crisis unfolding around him.

“Well, you better get on with it,” Simon said with a chuckle. “Can’t have the lad goin’ home as Baby Tartt forever.”

Jamie jumped up suddenly, eyes lighting up. “Right—hang on. I got an idea.”

Before anyone could stop him, he darted out of the room. Georgie tilted her head. “What’s he up to now?”

Y/N could only shrug.

Ten minutes later, Jamie returned, triumphantly rolling a whiteboard into the hospital room.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Y/N asked, incredulous.

“Borrowed it from some nurse down the hall,” Jamie said casually. “Said it was for ‘educational purposes.’”

Georgie bit back a laugh as Jamie grabbed a marker and scribbled BABY NAME BRAINSTORM across the top.

“Alright,” Jamie declared, clapping his hands together. “We’re gonna sort this out today. No one leaves till this baby’s got a proper name.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Okay, fine. I’ll start. What about… Andrew?”

Jamie grimaced like she’d just suggested naming the baby Voldemort. “Nah. Sounds like the kinda name kids take the piss out of in school.”

“Oh, and your suggestions won’t get him bullied?” Y/N shot back. “Go on then, hit me with your genius ideas.”

Without hesitation, Jamie uncapped the marker and wrote:

Thor

Ronaldo

Ace

Zidane

Rocky

“Are you serious?” Y/N stared at him. “You want our son to sound like either a Marvel superhero or a footballer?”

“Oi, Thor’s cool as fuck!” Jamie protested. “And Ronaldo’s a legend!”

“Yeah, well, I’m not shouting ‘Thor Tartt’ across the playground.”

Georgie covered her mouth to muffle a laugh. Simon shook his head, amused.

“Fine, fine,” Jamie grumbled. “Your turn again.”

Y/N tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Okay… Jasper?”

Jamie groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Babe, c’mon! Jasper sounds like a posh kid who collects stamps or somethin’.”

“Hey! Jasper’s cute!”

“Yeah, too cute. Our kid needs a name with a bit of edge, y’know?”

Georgie raised her hand like she was in school. “How about Oliver?”

“Sounds like he belongs in a Dickens novel,” Jamie muttered, scribbling it down anyway.

Simon chimed in. “What about Jack? Strong, classic name.”

“Bit too common,” Y/N said apologetically.

Jamie groaned dramatically. “We’re never gonna pick one. Might as well call ‘im Baby Tartt forever.”

“Let’s ask the team,” Y/N suggested, half-joking.

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s gonna help,” Jamie muttered, already pulling out his phone.

An hour later, the whiteboard was chaos, and Georgie and Simon decided to leave the new parents to their own mess. The team did come up with a bunch of names, though.

Sam: Elijah (It's very sophisticated, he insisted.)

Dani: Diego (or preferably Dani after himself, typical.)

Isaac: Maximus (because it sounded like a warrior’s name)

Colin: Finn (simple, but cool)

Jan: Wolfgang (no explanation given)

Roy: Didn’t offer a name, just grunted and said, “Don’t name him somethin’ stupid.”

Keeley: Leo or Apple (because his name would be leotard and apple tart, hehe iykyk)

By evening, the whiteboard was full, but nothing felt right. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, cradling the baby while Jamie paced the room, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. The only person they were waiting for, for a name suggestion, was Ted.

“This is impossible,” he muttered. “How’d people even do this?”

Y/N chuckled softly. “We’ll figure it out. He’s only been here a day. We’ve got time.”

Jamie sighed, walking over to her and leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. For a moment, they both just looked at the baby—their baby—sleeping peacefully in Y/N’s arms. Then Y/N's phone lit up with a message from Ted.

Ted: You should name him Jesse Tartt. Or Jamie Jr. just puttin' it out there folks.

Silence stretched between them as Jamie and Y/N looked at the text message. Then, almost at the same time—

“Jesse,” Y/N whispered.

“Jesseh,” Jamie echoed with his Manc accent.

Their eyes met.

“That… actually works,” Y/N said, surprised.

Jamie grinned. “Yeah. Jesse Tartt. Sounds proper, don’t it?”

“It’s strong, but still sweet,” Y/N agreed, smiling down at their son. “And it fits him.” And Y/N loved how Jamie said this name in his cute accent...

Jamie leaned closer, gently brushing his finger against Jesse’s tiny hand. “Oi, little man. You’re Jesse now, alright?”

The baby stirred slightly, as if acknowledging his name.

“Guess he approves,” Y/N chuckled.

“Damn right he does,” Jamie said proudly. Then, with a smirk, he added, “Jesseh Tartt. Future football legend. Gotta tell Ted that he just named our fuckin' baby boy. Roy's goin' to be so mad!”

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly, leaning against Jamie’s shoulder. “Let’s just get him home first, yeah?”

Discharge day arrived, and Jamie was determined to execute the mission: The First Drive Home with military precision.

“Alright,” he muttered as he carefully buckled Jesse into the car seat, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Not too tight, not too loose… perfect.”

Y/N stood beside him, biting her lip to keep from laughing. “You know babies are sturdier than they look, right?”

“Yeah, well, I’m not takin’ any chances,” Jamie replied, lifting the car seat with both hands like he was cradling a bomb.

“Jamie, you can carry it normally—”

“Nope. Nope. This is the safest way.”

He shuffled toward the hospital exit, holding the seat awkwardly in front of him with both hands. When they reached the car, Jamie inspected the base attachment three times before snapping the seat into place with a loud click.

“Alright, baby boy. You’re all secure,” he announced proudly. Then, turning to Y/N with uncharacteristic seriousness, he added, “I’m gonna drive slow as fuck.”

“Jamie—”

“Slow as fuck, Y/N.”

And true to his word, Jamie crept out of the parking lot like he was chauffeuring royalty, eyes glued to the road, hands locked at ten and two.

“Jamie, you can go faster than 15 miles per hour—”

“Oi, you want me speedin’ with our kid in the car?”

“We’re gonna get overtaken by a bicycle at this rate!”

“Don’t care.” Jamie’s jaw was set with determination. “I got precious cargo now.”

Y/N just laughed, shaking her head as Jamie continued his cautious, glacial journey home.

And as ridiculous as it all was…

She wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

[daeneryssansa]

JAMIE TARTT & SAM OBISANYA 1.01 | 2.02 | 2.03 | 3.07 | 3.10

[dragonsareawesome123]

"Tartt's wearing 24, a nod to his Richmond teammate, the spectacular Sam Obisanya."

Ted Lasso (2020-), 3x10 - “International Break”

[anya-chalotra]

“When I was first coming up through Sunderland, there was an old-timer on the team. Local guy. He and his wife were about to have their first kid, so during training one day, I made a joke that, statistically, I was probably the real dad. And the boys fell about laughing, but he went fսcking nuts. He battered me. Properly. I had a black eye, chipped tooth, three broken ribs. I couldn’t play for six games. He got booted off the team. After that, no club would go near him. Then in the summer, after I could breathe again, I bumped into him in a pub. And I got the chance to say sorry for my stupid fսcking joke. And he got to tell me… he and his wife had lost the baby. A month before all that went down. He hadn’t told anyone. Kept it all inside. Look, I get that some people think if they buy a ticket, they’ve got the right to yell whatever abusive shit they want at footballers. But they’re not just footballers. They’re also people. And none of us know what is going on in each other’s lives.”

[ayo-edebiri]

No. Jamie, I think that you might be so sure that you're one in a million, that sometimes you forget that out there, you're just one of eleven. And if you just figure out some way to turn that "me" into "us"...