#ted lasso : show

[nameless-jamie]

Hi, I love your writing and I love that you post so frequently! Could you wrote a fic based on the scene in the finally in which Rupert tells West Ham's coqch to take Jamie out? Could be a separate story (maybe Y/N is Richmond's lawyer) and she finds out and wants to finish Rupert? Or in the P/A universe and Jamie teases her about being protective and caring about him after she stands up to Rupert?

Thanks!

Red Card

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scenes, angry Y/N, sexist joke from Rupert

A/N: I hope it's okay that I used your request for a Jamie Tartt x PA ff, I thought it fit so well. Thank you for the idea!

The energy in Nelson Road was electric. The stands were packed with Richmond fans, their chants echoing through the stadium as the team prepared for one of their toughest matches yet. The anticipation was palpable, the tension thick in the air, but none of it compared to the storm brewing inside her the moment she overheard Rupert Mannion’s words.

Y/N wasn’t even supposed to be standing on the sidelines during the match—technically, her job as Jamie Tartt’s personal assistant didn’t require her to be this close to the action. But after years of working with Jamie, she’d become part of Richmond’s inner circle, always hovering near the dugout with Roy, Beard, and Ted, ready to handle whatever ridiculous emergency Jamie threw at her.

But tonight? Tonight, she was glad she was there.

Because she overheard everything.

Standing just a few feet from West Ham’s technical area, she had no choice but to hear Rupert fucking Mannion—West Ham’s owner, snake, all-around waste of oxygen—lean toward his coach and murmur,

"Take Tartt out."

She had frozen, fingers tightening around the clipboard she had been holding.

"Hard. Do whatever it takes."

It was quiet. Calculated. Cruel.

Rupert’s voice was as smooth as it was poisonous, a quiet command given to West Ham’s coach, the kind of thing meant to be whispered in dark corners and carried out with no one the wiser. But she had heard it, and once she had, there was no way in hell she was going to let it slide.

It made something snap inside her.

Without thinking, she stormed across the grass, ignoring Roy’s “Oi, what the fuck are you doin’?” and Beard’s sharp “Y/N—don’t—”

She was already moving.

Marching straight up to him.

“Mister Mannion,” she said, voice saccharine-sweet with rage.

Rupert barely glanced at her. “Ah, Miss Y/L/N. Didn’t realize Jamie let his little assistant wander around unsupervised.”

She clenched her jaw. “I heard what you just said about Jamie.”

Rupert smirked. “Did you?”

“You told your coach to injure him.” Her voice was pure steel.

Rupert sighed, as if she were boring him. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Football is a physical sport.” He tilted his head, looking her over like she was some insignificant little thing he could swat away. “Though, I suppose you’d know all about being handled roughly. What’s Jamie got you doing these days? Fetching his water? Maybe warming his bed?”

Y/N lunged.

Her vision went red as she launched herself at him, fully prepared to end him right then and there.

Before she could so much as grab the smug bastard, two line refs yanked her back.

“Let me go—” she growled, twisting in their grip.

Roy and Ted were already jogging toward her, Roy looking absolutely thrilled and Ted looking like he was suppressing laughter.

One of the refs shook his head. “Sorry, miss, but you’re outta here.”

She stood beside Roy and Ted on the touchline, fuming, while the referee held up the red card like she was some kind of violent offender.

“This is absolutely ridiculous,” Ted said, ever the peacemaker. “Now, I don’t wanna tell ya how to do your job, sir, but surely we can all agree that giving someone a red card when they aren’t technically a player is a little… excessive?”

“It’s the rules,” the ref said flatly.

“She doesn’t even play, mate!” Roy barked. “You can’t send her off!”

The ref shrugged. “Rules are rules.”

Roy, arms crossed, scowled so hard he looked ready to combust. “It’s a stupid fucking rule.”

“Stupid or not, she has to leave,” the ref insisted.

Y/N threw her arms in the air. “Oh, come on! I didn’t even do anything.”

The linesman coughed. “You tried to assault West Ham’s owner.”

“Tried being the keyword,” she snapped. “If you lot hadn’t held me back, I’d have succeeded.”

Rupert, still standing smugly nearby, let out a low chuckle. “My, my,” he said, voice dripping with condescension. “I didn’t realize Jamie’s assistant was so… passionate about her job.”

Y/N whirled back toward Rupert. “You’re a disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man,” she seethed.

Rupert only chuckled, waving his fingers at her like she was some little girl throwing a tantrum. “Run along now.”

The rage inside her burned.

“If anyone on West Ham lays a hand on Jamie, I swear to God, I will—”

Rupert tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “It looks an awful lot like you’re getting rather—” his lips curled into a smirk, “—emotionally involved with your client.”

The audacity of this man.

She felt the anger boiling in her chest, sharp and blinding, but before she could lunge, two line refs grabbed her arms, holding her back.

“Ohhh, I hate you,” she seethed.

Rupert just smiled, infuriatingly unbothered. “Careful now, boys. Wouldn’t want Jamie’s newest toy to get too scratched up before he inevitably trades her in for someone better.”

That was it. That was her breaking point.

She surged forward, only for the refs to tighten their grip, dragging her back toward the tunnel.

“LET ME AT HIM,” she yelled, legs kicking uselessly as she was forcibly removed.

“Jesus Christ,” Roy muttered, but there was unmistakable approval in his tone.

Ted just sighed. “Well, that went about as well as we could’ve hoped.”

She wasn’t sure if it was the way he dismissed her or the fact that she couldn’t do a damn thing about it, but she let the refs drag her off, still spitting curses as Roy followed them, arguing the whole way.

Jamie, standing on the pitch, barely caught the end of it—just enough to see his PA being forcibly escorted out, Roy yelling at the ref, and Y/N looking ready to kill someone.

He frowned. “What the fuck?”

Isaac, jogging up beside him, snorted. “Mate, Y/N just got a red card. She got sent off.”

“Right. And… why?” Jamie blinked. “She ain’t even a player.”

“Yeah, well, she’s got more fight in her than half of us,” Isaac muttered.

Sam, ever the optimist, said, “I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explana—”

“—Apparently she tried to murder Mr. Mannion,” Colin interrupted.

Jamie’s eyes widened. “Oh, fuckin' hell.”

Jamie found her in the locker room after the game, sitting on one of the benches with her arms crossed, scowling at the floor.

She barely glanced up as he walked in.

He leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, smirking. “So.”

She huffed. “So.”

He tilted his head. “Wanna tell me why my personal assistant got sent off the pitch? ’Cause, I gotta say, love, that’s a new one—even for you.”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Rupert told his coach to target you. To hurt you.”

Jamie felt something twist in his stomach. He wasn’t surprised—not really—but hearing it from her, hearing how angry she was about it…

It did something to him.

Before he could respond, she turned to face him fully, eyes blazing. “And then that prick had the audacity to say some sexist bullshit about me, and I—” She clenched her fists. “I snapped.”

Jamie smirked. “You snapped.”

“Yes.”

“And got dragged off the pitch.”

“Yes.”

“And got a red card even though you don’t play football.”

She groaned, rubbing her face. “Yes.”

Jamie couldn’t help it—he laughed.

Y/N shot him a glare. “Jamie.”

“Nah, nah, I’m just—” He shook his head, grinning. “You got sent off tryin’ to protect me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it a thing.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a thing.” A really sexy thing. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Admit it. You care about me.”

She scoffed. “Of course, I care about you. You’re my job.”

Jamie smirked. “And?”

“And nothing.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

Jamie leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “You sure sure?”

Y/N shoved him. “Shut up, Jamie.”

He laughed, stepping back. “Alright, alright.” He crossed his arms, eyes still bright with amusement. “But just so you know—next time, if you’re gonna get sent off, at least make it worth it.”

She huffed. “Oh, trust me. Next time, I’m throwing a punch.”

Jamie grinned. “Now that, love, I’d pay to see.”

And even though he teased her for it—because of course he would—he couldn’t help but feel something warm settle in his chest.

Because she had fought for him.

[spacecapart]

Since I'm a little bit worried about money this month, I thought I'd make a big post plugging my online shop!

These prints are just a small selection of what you can find on my Storenvy, which there's a link to on my blog page and in my pinned post. I've got more than 60 prints of various sizes, and nearly 150 button badge designs featuring characters from dozens of fandoms!

I'd really appreciate it if you checked it out, and just sharing this post is a huge help as well.

[hopefulromances]

Ted Lasso Characters as Dogs

This is for @royjamierot

I also posted this on twitter in case anyone is curious.

These are my picks for the Ted Lasso Characters as dogs and I will be taking zero notes

Jamie Tartt - Jack Russel Terrier

Roy Kent - German Shepard

Dani Rojas - Calupoh

Sam Obisanya - Black Lab

Richard Montlaur - Borzoi

Jan Maas- Dutch Shepard

Colin Hughes - Corgi

Isaac McAdoo - Rottweiler

Ted Lasso - Yellow Lab

Coach Beard - Irish Wolfhound

Will Kitman - Papillon

Trent Crimm - Bloodhound

Keeley Jones - Poodle

Leslie Higgins - Dachshund

Rebecca Welton - Of course is a cat, specifically Duchess from Aristocats

Obviously I was joking lmk what you think

[happygirl2oo2]

[alloftheimagines]

roy kent | just friends

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST | KO-FI

words: 3k

warnings: strong language because it's roy fucking kent, mentions of alcohol but not intoxication, bad date experiences with rude and not nice people, including comments on reader's body.

single parent!reader (they/them, bi/pan) x uncle roy in which he is your best friend and go-to babysitter when you have an awful date that ends early. protectiveness, hurt/comfort, and a heated confession ensues.

prompt: Roy Kent x Reader, Friends to lovers?

You’ve never been more relieved to be home, even as the sound of screaming children drifts from your house. You press your forehead against the cool door, taking in a deep breath. “Past their bedtime. Again,” you mutter, but your best friend allowing your daughter to have a late night with his niece, Phoebe, is the least of your worries after what you just experienced. 

Horror. Pure horror. 

“Oi!” you hear the deep, gritty voice of Roy Kent echoing down your hallway. “Come back ‘ere and do my other hand! Can’t be walking around with only one set of fucking nails painted!” 

Giggles follow, and you smile despite yourself. They give you the energy to open the door finally, and you step in to find your hallway lit brightly, Phoebe flying out of the kitchen with chocolate smeared across her face and bright blue nail polish in her hand. 

“Don’t be getting that on my carpet!” you warn, alerting everyone to your presence. 

Your daughter, Maisie, skips out next, waving. “We’re painting Uncle Roy’s nails!”

“Lucky Roy!” She’d been calling him “uncle” for the past year, though neither of you is related to the footballer-turned-manager. Maisie picked it up from Phoebe, and Roy hadn’t seemed to mind, since you’re practically best friends anyway. You’re constantly trying to tire the kids out with play dates at one another’s house, or else exchanging babysitting duties so one of you can have a free night. Of course, Roy isn’t a single parent like you, but he watches Phoebe enough that you’ve formed a bond over the years, one that stemmed from your shared love of your chaotic children. 

That bond has blossomed into something much more than you bargained for, though. After all, he is Roy fucking Kent, and his rough exterior matched with his hidden, softer side was always going to be your downfall. But since he’s been in and out of relationships and never made a move, you’ve let the small crush lie, trying to distract yourself with dates. 

Terrible, terrible dates.

Like the one you had tonight. 

“You’re back early.” Roy emerges last, leaning against the doorframe as he blows on his wet-varnished nails. “It wasn’t the one who speaks like someone’s pressed fast-forward on the TV remote again, was it? I told you they’re a loser.” 

“No. No, it was someone far, far worse than Fast-forward Frank.” You sigh and try to ignore the flickering in your chest, because gruff footballer Roy Kent is currently being pampered by two ten-year-olds and seems to be enjoying every minute. 

“Fuck,” he deadpans. “I’ll grab the wine.” He wanders back into the kitchen. 

You huff again, kicking your shoes off your aching feet and heading into the living room, where the girls are painting one another’s nails. It was at least nice to snuggle up on your couch and watch, legs curled under you. They’re arguing, of course, but you’re good at tuning that out most of the time. 

“You look very nice, Y/N,” Phoebe compliments. “Are you dressed up for my Uncle Roy?”

“No.” Even so, your cheeks flush, and you can’t help but hope he noticed your appearance before you left earlier. In fact, you’d been wondering all through dinner why he’d pursed his lips, jaw ticking, as he’d looked you up and down with shiny, dark eyes. It hadn’t exactly been the look of a man who lusted after you. More the disapproving stare of a father about to tell his child to go and change. “I went on a date.”

“What’s a date?” Maisie asks.

“14th of April,” Phoebe answers confidently. You smirk, glad when they return to their own little world. 

“Right girls,” Roy says as he comes in. “Go and play upstairs, now. We’re talking about adult stuff now.”

“And you should be in bed,” you remind, because you suppose that one of you has to be the responsible parent, and it certainly isn’t him.

The kids groan but trudge out of the room, leaving you in peace. Somehow, that’s even worse. You don’t really know why; you’ve had lots of awful dating experiences, but tonight, you’re just… exhausted. You don’t want to have to keep searching for something that most people find without a problem. You don’t want to meet new people who you don’t connect with, don’t even really like, just because the alternative is sitting at home with only a child for company, or sometimes Roy. 

Roy places the wine on the coffee table and raises his brow. “Go on then. Tell me what was wrong with this one.” 

“It’d be quicker to tell you what’s right. They started by telling me to put a blanket under me in their car so I wouldn’t scuff their leather seats. And then when I told them I had a kid, they looked me up and down and said ‘ah, yeah, I can tell. Have you looked into cosmetic surgery?’” You wrinkle your nose as Roy scoffs. 

“You’re joking!” 

“I wish I was joking.” You rest your head against the couch cushion, closing your tired eyes. “They tried to order a salad for me after that. I told them fuck off, I’m having the garlic bread. They didn’t like that.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Do you have their address?” Roy is already scrambling to get up, and you aren’t sure if he’s joking or not. 

You roll your eyes and tug him back down. “Stop it.”

“I’m not fucking joking. Where does this wanker live?” 

Okay, you realise. Not joking. His jaw is clenched, brows even more furrowed than usual. You’ve seen him angry before, but never… seething. It rolls off him until you yank him down a second time. 

“I don’t need you to beat them up. I need you to drink wine and tell me I’ll find the right person one day.” You pout as you pick up your wine glass, only half-joking.

His nostrils flare, but he settles down. “You will find the right person,” he reassures. “People are just dicks. You deserve better than all that shit.”

“I wonder sometimes,” you admit. “Nobody wants a single parent. I’m a package deal, and… well, there’s a reason I’m still single after all this time.”

“Oi.” He nudges you, draping his arm around the back of your couch so you smell his aftershave. You turn into the warmth, the comfort, though there is so much space between you still. More than you’d like. In another life, he might have been the one you were looking for. In another life, you weren’t searching for a good, healthy, passionate love, because you’d found it long ago, in the schoolyard where you met. 

But you’re in this life, you remind yourself, and you’re a far cry from the people Roy has dated before. It’s clear you’re just friends. You always will be. 

You lift your brows, waiting for whatever lecture he’s about to give you. 

His eyes pierce yours. “Don’t even bother going there. You and Maisie deserve the fucking world, and fuck anyone who isn’t going to give it to you.” 

The words pierce your heart, and something damp and warm trickles from the corner of your eye. A tear, you realise too late. 

Roy sighs, the rough pad of his thumb brushing it away. You’re not surprised by his gentle touch, though most people might be. You know him too well to think him anything other than tender-hearted and caring to his core. 

“Don’t get fuckin’ upset over that prick. Please, sweetheart.”

“No. I’m not.” You sniff, feeling pathetic. “I’m just overwhelmed. Tired. That’s all.” 

His touch drifts to your hair, brushing through the strands and tucking a few behind your ear as your eyes flutter shut again. You could stay like this for a long time. For forever. He has no idea just how much you need him, how much better things feel when he’s around. It would just make sense, you and him — if you took away his fame, at least. You love one another’s kids. You’d become family over the years. You trust him with every fibre of your being as the one steadfast person you can count on. 

“Y’know, you’re the person I’d call in the middle of the night if I needed to bury a body. Or if I thought there was a ghost in my house or something,” you admit. 

His face crumples. “Ey?” 

“Just…” You lean into him, burying your cheek against his chest. “You’re the only person who hasn’t let me down or left me.” 

His movements are stiff as he wraps his arms around you, but he melts into you quickly, holding you to him until you’re not sure where you end and he begins. You hear his heart echoing in your ear. Feel the prickly bristle of his beard against your skin. It’s the safest you ever get to feel, and it’s rare you allow yourself to be so vulnerable. But tonight, you can’t find a reason to keep pretending. 

“I never would,” he whispers. “If it was me, if you gave me a chance at a family like yours… I wouldn’t fucking waste it. They’re idiots, all of them. You and Maisie are precious. You deserve the best. Don’t stop until you find it.” 

You pull away, pulse racing. It’s never felt right to address your feelings before, and perhaps tomorrow you’ll regret it. Maybe you’ll lose him, even, but you believe him when he says he isn’t going anywhere, and you have to know…

“What if I already have?”

His frown lasts for minutes, hours, as he looks down at you. And then you see it dawn on him, and you don’t want to hear how this story ends. You don’t want to be rejected twice in one night. You stumble up. “Forget I said that. I had a couple of drinks at the restaurant, and I’m all… loopy. I’m going to get some snacks. Are you hungry?” The drinks were non-alcoholic, but he doesn't need to know that.

“No,” Roy says. 

It’s all he gives you. The message has been delivered loud and clear. He doesn’t want you. Tears sting your eyes as you leave the living room, heading into the kitchen. You catch your reflection in the window and almost break down entirely. You’re an idiot, and you’ve gone and embarrassed yourself in front of the one person you can be yourself around. 

You grab a tissue, drying your tears, but fresh ones fall all the same. 

And then your back prickles and you know he’s followed you. 

“Oi,” he breathes gently, tilting your chin up as he reaches you. “What are you getting upset for?”

“I’m not,” you lie pathetically, looking anywhere but at him. “You can head off if you want. I can watch the girls tonight and drop Phoebe off—”

“Can we just rewind a minute? Do you… Do you think that you and me…?”

“No! God, no. No. No, no, no.”

“Oh.” He nods, leaning back on his heels. "So no then?"

“No!” 

“All right, I fucking get it.” He lifts his hands as though they might wipe it all away. “I just thought that’s what you were saying before, on the couch. I thought…”

“You should stop thinking, Roy.” You offer him a flustered smile, your face burning. “Honestly, let’s just forget about it.”

“Right. Fine.” More silence. And then: “What if I don’t want to?” 

“Don’t want to what?” 

He shrugs. “Forget about it. What if… we’ve both already found the right people?” 

Your body is electricity now, and you can barely breathe. “What… do you mean?”

He scratches his stubble, lowering his gaze. “Well, I could take you on a date. I’d be much better at it than the losers you’ve been seeing.”

You’re caught off-guard, hands trembling, “Is that what you’d like?”

“Well, I did. I mean, I’ve wanted to. I just… you’ve already said no. Several times. So I suppose I got my answer, and that’s that.” 

“Well, I didn’t think you saw me that way. You’ve never asked before. Is this, like, a pity thing?”

“Fuck no!” he blurts too quickly. “I mean, no. 'Course not. And you’ve never mentioned it before either, by the way. You’re always going on all these fucking dates. When was I supposed to ask? Between Fast-forward Frank and that fucking woman obsessed with her pet ferret?” 

You blink, puzzled. “I mean… if you asked, I wouldn’t have gone on dates with Ferret Fiona.”

He throws his hands up in the air. “Now she fucking tells me.”

You don’t like the implication that you’ve been the one holding him back. “Well, it’s not like you’ve ever tried, is it? I mean, I’ve been single for years and you’ve never made a move, even before all this online dating palaver! And you’re not exactly easy to read, by the way. You’re always frowning, even when I’m trying to bloody well impress you! What was I supposed to think? That you fancy me when you always look like this?” You moulded your expression into a big, dramatic, brooding glower and hope it encapsulates everything that is Roy. 

He crosses his arms over his chest, looking angry now. Proving your point. “Oi! I don’t do that with my lips,” he points out. “And you’re always talking about how badly you want to find someone when I’m sitting right fucking here! That’s mixed signals, mate.”

“It was me hinting! Hoping!” you shout. “I was just waiting for a sign, or something, but you never treated me like anything more than a friend!”

“Because I didn’t want to be like that creepy Allen bloke you dated last year! He was your friend too, if I recall!” 

You sigh, realising the conversation is going in circles. You look at him. He looks at you. Both of you are breathless, wild-eyed, rosy-cheeked, and you know you’ll always remember the way he looks, standing in your kitchen, infuriated and perhaps more open than ever before, because you see it now; that dark look in his eyes was never a guard, never a sign of being just friends. It was want, need. 

It was everything you already feel. 

“Why are you two arguing?” a meek voice interrupts. You both look to the door to find the girls hovering in the hallway. 

“We’re not arguing,” you assure quickly. 

“It’s adult stuff,” says Roy at the same time. 

“We don’t like it when you argue,” Maisie says. “Especially when you’re supposed to get married.”

“What?” you question sharply, turning red all over again. 

Phoebe nods as though corroborating Maisie’s story. “We’ve planned it all. It will be next June at McDonald’s, and Uncle Roy will bring you flowers, and we’ll all have milkshakes afterwards.”

You put your head in your hands, peeking through your fingers and surprised to find that Roy is smirking. “Sounds like a shit wedding, Pheebs. Where’ve you got this idea from?” he says.

“Well, Mum said you two will end up together because you clearly fancy Y/N and it is invevitable.” 

A laugh bubbles in your own throat at her attempt to say inevitable, though you’re still too stunned to speak. 

“See?” Roy whispers. “Everyone else knew. It's fucking invevitable.” 

You shiver, lowering your hands to meet his gaze properly. It’s soft and intent, nothing like the anger of a moment ago. 

“All right, girls,” you say. “Get your pyjamas on. We’ll be up to say nanight in a minute.”

You usher them away, closing the door to when you hear their footsteps on the stairs. You’ve never been more aware of his presence, the fact it’s just the two of you — you don’t even know who you are without the kids jumping about, sticking their noses in. 

“Have I fucked it all up?” he asks finally. 

“No. Have I?”

He shakes his head. 

“Then what now?” you question. “What does this… mean?” 

“Well…” He leans against the counter, fidgety as he smiles again. “I’ll take you on a decent fucking date for starters. No kids, and no more of whatever the fuck this argument was.”

The thought leaves you feeling cracked and seeping with excitement, though you try to play it cool. “Okay. That’s a good plan.” 

“Right. Good. Then… are you free Friday night?”

You inch closer to him, timid suddenly. “I don’t know. My usual babysitter is busy.”

He rolls his eyes and tugs you toward him so that your torsos collide, and then his fingers curl around the nape of your neck and you can think of nothing but the way his lips look, and what it must feel like, having them between your thighs, beard grazing your skin. 

“You’re an idiot,” he rasps. 

“Takes one to know one.” You lick your lips, then his mouth his on yours, rough and ready and desperate. You let him in, let his tongue explore your mouth. You know you shouldn’t. The girls might come back in, might already be listening, but you’ve wanted this for so long. 

You both have. 

You’re breathless when he stops, his hands lingering just above your belly as he bites down on a groan. “If I don’t stop now, there’ll be trouble.” 

You’re not willing to let go, though, and you rest your hands on his chest as you kiss his jaw. “And?”

“And I’ve waited a long fucking time to do this properly. Give you the care,” he kisses your nose, “you deserve. Sweep you,” another kiss, this time at the outer corner of your eye, “off your fucking feet. So I’m going to.” He steps away. “Friday. Seven. Find a new babysitter, and make sure they’re free all night.” 

With that, he steps away, leaving you wanting more. 

“Uncle Royyyyy!” Phoebe is calling. “Will you read us a story?”

He grins, kisses your forehead, and then is gone. You’re not sure your knees will hold you up if you follow, but you listen to him talking to the girls, making them laugh, and you have never felt more right, more complete. 

You’re a fool for thinking anyone else could be perfect for you when the man you love has been here all along.

[rana030]

arsenal wfc x ted lasso

[findafight]

Unrealistic part of Ted Lasso is that no one ever brings up Jamie's Roy Kent stan account. Like he was 23 in S1 and I'm supposed to believe 15 year old Jamie wasn't on twitter thirsting after openly admiring Roy?? Whose poster was permanently on his wall?? I guess Jamie buried it well, because you know the minute one of the boys finds it they're going to quote his old tweets all the time. And Jamie would live in both fear and anticipation of the day Roy hears them say one of the more... Overt ones.

[tuesdayisfordancing]

Fully believe that Jamie’s feelings about his mum’s boyfriend/husband Simon went from “I’ll kill you” to “I’d kill for you” with zero intermediate steps, and also that he didn’t actually say anything about it when his attitude changed, leaving his mum and Simon to observe his behavior and go “He… seems okay with you now? He hasn’t tried to murder you with his eyes in a while and he offered to clean up the kitchen after you baked…” Obviously his mum knows him pretty well and would quickly realize, but it’s still a wild moment of adjustment.

[sprqpointintern]

ot3 or bust, that's all i'm saying

[nameless-jamie]

Hi, I absolutely love your PA series! And I'm craving some jealous Jamie :) Could you maybe write something like that? 🫣 Maybe Edwin Akufo or Shandy make a comeback and try to stirr shit up for the team? Thanks 🤭

A Nice Guy

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scenes

Being Jamie Tartt’s PA meant dealing with a lot of things—his ridiculous schedule, his forgotten appointments, and the occasional existential crisis when he’d suddenly decided he had to go on a juice cleanse and then immediately regret it.

What it didn’t include?

Dealing with a jealous Jamie Tartt. That wasn't in the job description.

But here he was, sitting stiffly across the room, jaw clenched, arms crossed so tightly across his chest it looked like he was physically holding himself back from doing something stupid.

Which, to be fair, was likely.

His glare was locked onto Y/N like she had personally offended him.

Which was insane, because all she’d done was laugh at something Ewin Akufo's assistant, said.

It was a post-match event—some fancy dinner, media, sponsors, the usual. Edwin Akufo was there again, this time he was scouting players from the other team, Westham United, and his assistant and 'hand-shake-guy' Francis was with him. Y/N and him have started a great conversation, both having very eccentric and needy bosses, that's why they kind of bonded. He also bought her a drink.

Jamie had played brilliantly, scoring two goals and basically running circles around the other team. He should’ve been basking in the attention, flashing that cocky grin at every camera in sight.

Instead, he was a table with some Richmond players...sulking.

Y/N caught his eye across the bar, raising an eyebrow. What’s your problem?

Jamie just stared.

Isaac, sitting next to him, nudged his arm. “Mate, you alright? You look ready to kill that man.”

Jamie exhaled sharply through his nose. “Fine.”

He was not fine.

Because Y/N was still smiling at Edwin Akufo's assistant—Franky something?—Jamie did not know his name. Edwin Akufo was the enemy and therefore this guy was too. Especially because he was talking to her like she was the most fascinating person in the world. And Jamie hated it....him.

"Oh, no Edwin is here? That is going to be a weird night," Sam interrupted his thoughts. "Uhm guys, why is Jamie staring down Edwin's assistant Francis?"

"Jamie's jealous because that guy's talking to Y/N," Isaac smirked at Sam and the whole situation, knowingly.

"Ah, I see... I mean Francis is a smooth guy," Sam said, having fun in riling up Jamie some more.

And Jamie was not having it.

She was his.

Wait—no. Not his his. But, like… his. Kind of.

She worked for him. She spent more time with him than anyone else. She put up with his antics, laughed at his jokes, rolled her eyes at his stupidity in a way that made Jamie’s chest go all warm and stupid.

And now some random bloke thought he could just—what? Make her laugh? Charm her?

Not happening.

Jamie stood up so fast his chair scraped against the floor. Isaac and Sam barely had time to react before Jamie was already moving, striding toward Y/N with a forced, polite smile.

“Oi, who the fuck are you, then?”

Francis looked up, blinking in surprise. “Oh, Mr. Tartt. My name is Francis. Y/N has told me a lot about you. Great game tonight, man.”

Francis put out his hand for one of those manly handshakes. Jamie looked at Y/N and she gave him that warning 'be nice' look.

So, Jamie played nice and gave him a hand. And fuck that handshake really was smooth as fuck. He was a smooth motherfucker, fucking prick.

"Well, Jamie. You are lucky you have such a beautiful assistant like Y/N." Francis said, about to put an arm on Y/N's shoulder.

"Ain't I a lucky guy, huh? Y/N's actually pretty busy, so we have to leave now." Jamie ignored his antics to start a conversation completely, eyes locked on Y/N as he tugged at her wrist. “You ready to go, love?”

Y/N sighed, clearly catching on. “Actually Jamie—”

But he was already tugging her away, ignoring Francis's confused stare. He didn’t stop until they were near the entrance, away from the crowd.

Y/N yanked her arm free, stepping back to face him. “Okay, what’s wrong with you? I had a great conversation with him. I also have your schedule memorized and we both have the rest evening off, so...”

Jamie scoffed. “Me? What’s wrong with me? Nah, what’s wrong with you?”

She crossed her arms. “Oh wow, great argument, Shakespeare. Real convincing. Please, elaborate!”

Jamie ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Why were you even talkin’ to him?”

Y/N blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

She let out a short laugh. “Jamie. It was a conversation. That’s what people do at events. I can talk to whoever I want.”

Jamie scowled. “Yeah, well, he was definitely flirting with you.”

Y/N tilted her head. “And that bothers you because…?”

Jamie hesitated. “’Cause…”

Because you’re mine.

But he couldn’t say that.

Instead, he muttered, “He’s a dick. You know he's Akufo's assistant so he's probably proper evil, like his boss.”

Y/N huffed a quiet laugh. “That’s your reason?”

Jamie doubled down. “Yeah. That. And—uhhh— Sam was also proper mad at you, because of his thing with Akufo and all stuff.”

Man, oh, man. Jamie used to be so much better at lying... Sam Obisanya mad, at her? Yeah, right.

“Jamie.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am serious,” Jamie shot back, stepping closer. “What could he possibly have to say that’s so funny?”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, realizing he wasn’t going to let this go. “It wasn’t even that funny, Jamie.”

Jamie threw his hands up. “Exactly!”

Y/N shook her head, watching him. He was all riled up, eyes bright with frustration, jaw tight.

And she realized—this wasn’t just annoyance.

This was jealousy.

Jamie Tartt, jealous.

Something about that sent a thrill down her spine.

She crossed her arms, tilting her head. “You do know I talk to men all the time, right?”

Jamie’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Yeah, but not like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you were actually enjoying it.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so I’m not allowed to enjoy conversations now?”

Jamie pointed at her. “Not with him.”

Y/N huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “You are ridiculous.”

Jamie scoffed. “Yeah, well, you—” He stopped, exhaling sharply, hands going to his hips as he looked at the floor. Then, quieter, he muttered, “I just don’t like seein’ you with people that think they can have you, alright?”

Y/N froze.

Jamie noticed.

Y/N blinked at him, Jamie’s words hanging between them.

'I just don’t like seein’ you with people that think they can have you, alright?'

For a second, neither of them said anything. Jamie had that look—like he’d said something too real, something that made his chest feel all tight and uncomfortable. Y/N knew him well enough to see it, to recognize the way he immediately started backtracking in his own head.

So, of course, she had to make it worse.

She smirked, tilting her head. "Jamie Tartt, are you jealous?"

Jamie scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. "No."

"You so are."

"I’m not," he insisted, but his ears were turning red.

Y/N grinned. "Oh my God, you’re actually jealous."

Jamie exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Nah, see, I’m just lookin’ out for you."

"Looking out for me?"

"Yeah," Jamie said, a little too quickly. "’Cause, like, you deserve better, don’t ya?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Better than a nice, normal guy who wanted to talk about my work and buy me a drink?"

Jamie made a face. "Nice is just another word for boring, and you ain’t boring, are ya?"

Y/N hummed, pretending to consider it. "Hmm. So what you’re saying is, I should be with someone... exciting? Like an astronaut, huh?"

Jamie rolled his eyes. "I’m sayin’ you shouldn’t be wastin’ your time on a prick who works for someone like Akufo. And who doesn’t even know that you hate red wine."

Y/N’s smirk faltered.

Jamie caught it, but instead of panicking, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Yeah. Thought so."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You are unbelievable."

"And yet," Jamie grinned, all cocky now that he had the upper hand again, "you’re still standin’ here talkin’ to me instead of goin’ back to your nice, normal bloke."

Y/N exhaled, shaking her head. "Well, I would go back, but unfortunately, my very high-maintenance boss decided to have a full-blown tantrum over it."

Jamie pressed a hand to his chest, gasping dramatically. "Me? A tantrum? That’s slander, that is."

Y/N laughed, shoving his arm. "Whatever. I’m going to get a drink."

Jamie grabbed her wrist before she could walk away, his grip loose but warm. "I’ll get it for ya."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Making up for ruining my night?"

Jamie smirked. "Nah. Just makin’ sure no one else tries to."

And maybe Y/N should’ve called him out on it, pointed out the way his jealousy kept creeping into everything he said. But instead, she just smiled, letting him hold onto her wrist for a second longer than necessary before pulling away.

"Alright, then, Tartt," she said, glancing at the bar. "Surprise me."

Jamie grinned. "Oh, you’re in for it now, love."

And maybe neither of them were saying what they really meant. But they were still enjoying the tension.

[veryberryjelly]

chilly cheeks

pairing : jamie tartt x reader

prompt : rosy cheeks

𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲

you could think of nothing worse on a cold december afternoon than running around in little shorts kicking a ball at a net.

but your boyfriend seemed to thrive on it.

every day after training in the winter season he would come into the house smiling like a child, his cheeks red with cold and he would find you and make you cold too.

sliding his icy hands up your shirt, burying his chilly cheeks into the crook of your neck.

and every time he did it he would get a squeal out of you.

today was different from the others though as jamie had invited you to watch his practice today.

the two of you had plans to go away for the weekend too, and if you wanted to get to your rented house before dark then you would need to go straight from nelson road.

you had your bags in the car, along with a small bag of snacks to get you through the drive.

you had to admit, it was fun to watch jamie on the pitch whether it was playing a game or just training. he thrived on the pitch and it was amazing to see.

even if you were a little chilly sitting in the stands. amongst all of the layers you had put on to combat the winter chill, nothing could ever be enough to get rid of the biting cool that flew through the stadium.

you watched as jamie darted around the pitch, occasionally stopping to glance at you and give you a smile or a wink which seemed to warm your body up for a few seconds at a time.

when ted finally wrapped up training you climbed down from your seat in the stands, heading back into the building to wait in the warm for jamie instead of freezing outside.

you were checking on the traffic for the trip when you felt a pair of cold hands making their way underneath your shirt, causing a squeal to be heard all throughout nelson road.

when he finally relented and removed his hands from under your shirt, you turned to face him with a bright smile on your face.

" enjoy watchin' me play, babe ?" he teased, a smile spreading across his lips.

" i always love watching you play, jamie...i dont understand how you're not an ice lolly right now though " you said with a small laugh.

" maybe i'm just used to the cold, been living in england all me life, it's like this all year. " he explained, his slightly warmer hands lifting up to cup your rosy cheeks. " i'll be done in a couple minutes and then we can go, 'kay ?"

" 'kay " you replied, pressing a short kiss onto his icy cheek. " i'll be here. i'm gonna set up the music, any requests? " you asked, a smirk settling on your face.

" add on a bit of taylor swift f'me "

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@perseephoneee

[hopefulromances]

I Can See You - Jamie Tartt Smut

I think I only had to post like 120 lines or whatever according to that writers poll (tagged by @whimsical-roasting and @sokkigarden ) but I decided to just go ahead and post the whole thing.

edit: I was actually tagged by @alwritey-aphrodite SORRY

Warnings: Minors DNI (18+ ONLY), sex, pnv, fingering, cunnilinugs mentioned, I'm acespec so give me a break with this

Summary: Roy's sister comes back to town.

Words: 4.1K

Exploring the halls of Nelson Road by yourself wasn’t something you’d thought you’d be doing. It was kinda insane that you hadn’t been here before but I guess there’s a first time for everything. The walls were filled with history and memorabilia of the teams long history in the Premier league.

            “You lost, love?” You looked over for the source of the voice. Jamie Tartt. You knew who he was, how could you not.

            “Uh, a bit, yeah,” You smiled back at him. “I’m looking for the coach’s office.”

Jamie walked over to lean against the wall in front of you. His eyes were downright devilish as her smirked at you.

            “The coaches are in a meeting right now. You’ll have to wait,” he explained. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep you company.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh, how kind of you.”

            “It’s one of my charms, kindness,” he drawled. “Amongst other things.”

You liked this game. You liked his face, actually, a lot. No one could deny that Jamie Tartt was an attractive person, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t stared at him as he played the game. Watching his strong legs and arms float him around the pitch, sweating and jeering for 90 minutes. He was good. Really good. And it was enchanting to watch.

            “Other things?” you questioned, tapping your chin. “You must be referring to your excellent football skills.”

Jamie chuckled, his eyes not-so-subtlety moving down and up over your body. “My football skills are quite good, I know. But, eh, that’s not what I was talking about.”

Despite your confident nature, Jamie was making you blush. You looked down, trying to hide the redness in your cheeks but glanced up through your eyelashes. But before you could respond, you spied your brother coming up behind Jamie.

            “Roy!” you called out. Jamie flinched, turning over his shoulder to see Roy approaching them. “I got lost, Jamie here was keeping me company.”

Roy glared at Jamie. “Was he now?” 

            “You’re here to see Roy?” Jamie questioned, looking over at me.

            “Course, I am!” I smiled giving Roy a friendly punch on the shoulder. “He’s my brother.”

Jamie’s eyes practically bulged out of his head. “Wait! But you’re not Phoebe’s mum.”

I rolled my eyes. “No, I’m not, I’m Roy’s other sister.” I turned to Roy. ‘You don’t talk about me?”

            “Fuck no! Why would I?” Roy grunted, shrugging. “Not their fucking business.”

That last comment seemed very pointed towards Jamie. I nudged Roy sending him a look that said, ‘back off’.  Jamie looked wildly, back and forth between you and your brother.

            “Anyways, you ready to go Roy?” I asked, trying to release the tension between the two men.

Roy just growled in response before hooking his arm with yours and starting to drag you away. You yelped and smiled, before turning over your shoulder and waving goodbye to Jamie.

            “Wait! I didn’t get your name,” he shouted out at you.

            “Fuck no!” Roy barked back.

I giggled and shrugged at Jamie, but not before sending him a smile as Roy walked me out the door.

The next time you came to pick up Roy, you waited in the parking lot. But Jamie emerged first, and you couldn’t help yourself.

            “Hi, Jamie,” you greeted from your space against the car.

He looked over at you and his eyes lit up. As much as you tried not to let it affect you, seeing him light up at the sight of you made you smile.

            “Roy Kent’s sister,” he replied, putting his phone away. “Good to see you.”

            “Good to see you too, Tartt,” Your eyes moved of their own accord as they looked down and up his body. He was wearing a denim shirt with the word ICON written across it and a single earring that was driving you mad. “Good game today?”

            “Sure, we won” his hands came to rest on his cross-body bag. “You here to pick up granddad are ya?”

You raised your keys in the air. “Got me. Goin’ to Sam’s restaurant thing tonight.”

            “Oh, yeah?” Jamie’s eyebrows went up with interest. “You’ll be there?”

            “Come now, Jamie,” I hummed, “Aren’t you afraid of my brother?”

Jamie scoffed. “I ain’t scared of nobody. ‘Specially not that hairy bastard.”

You widened your eyes, looking over Jamie’s shoulder. “Hey Roy!”

Jamie jumped, turning around quickly, an excuse already bubbling past his lips. When he turned and saw no one there he looked over his shoulder, frowning. “That’s not funny.”

            “I actually found it quite amusing,” you retorted, unable to hold you laugh back. When Jamie turned back around, he was much closer to you. You felt your breathing hitch and stood up straighter, so you were eye-to-eye.

            “Did you?” Jamie murmured, much too quietly, much too intimately for the conversation.

But you didn’t back down, despite your shaking breath. “I did, Tartt.”

You and Jamie stared at each other. Jamie’s eyes glanced down at your lips before meeting your eyes again. God, he looked so good. His hair dangling in his face just begging for you to run your hands through it. You see it. Teeth clashing, lips gnawing, hands wandering. All you needed to do was reach forward for him.

You could feel yourself leaning forward when the door to the club slammed open. You and Jamie flew apart, putting a good amount of distance between the two of you. As you suspected, Roy came walking over to the two of you. He looked back and forth at the space between the two of you and the innocent looks on both of your faces.

Finally, he turned to Jamie, and poked his chest, hard. “If you touch her, Tartt. I will rip you limb from limb.”

            “I didn’t do nothin’!” Jamie protested. “Was just saying hi, you dusty dirtbag.”

            “Hey, hey!” You rushed forward getting between the two of them. “That’s enough alright, both of you. Roy, let’s go.”  You grabbed Roy’s arm and started dragging him away from Jamie.

            “I’m serious, Tartt! Don’t even think about it!” Roy growled, even as he let you take him away.

            “Roy, stop it.”

The restaurant was great, it was beautiful. All the boys from the team were there and the food was delicious. Since moving back to Richmond, you’d been feeling a little lonely and were glad to finally find some people you could hang out with.

Roy introduced you to Rebecca, the owner of the team, and Keeley the PR manager for the team. Both of them were excited to meet you, welcoming you with open arms and a very filled champagne glass.

            “So, tell us,” Rebecca started, filling up your glass. “What do you do?”

            “Of course, Roy has told you nothing about me,” I laughed, taking a sip. “I’m a marketing consultant for major athletic wear brands. Nike, Adidas, you know.”

Keeley gaped at you. “Babes, that’s so cool, how have we not worked together?”

            “I don’t do brand deals, I do more… corporate stuff,” I explained. “Much less fun.”

As they continued to question me, I found my eyes wandering over to Jamie who was sitting, or brooding more like, in the corner. I tried to stay focus on the conversation, but my eyes kept drifting over to him. Was it possible that he was more attractive as moody as he was?”

            “What’s his deal?” I asked, nodding towards. Rebecca and Keeley shared a look, both taking long sips of their drinks. “What? Is he like… off limits?”

            “No… well, you for maybe?” Keeley responded. “He’s a sweet guy.”

            “Keeley and Jamie used to date,” Rebecca interrupted.

            “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” you said, quickly, trying to cover.

Keeley waved you off. “Don’t even worry about it, I don’t care. I don’t know how Roy would feel about it.”

            “Fuck if I care what Roy thinks,” I shrugged, downing the rest of my drink.

Rebecca and Keeley laughed.

            “Yep, you are definitely Roy’s sister,” Keeley observed, filling your drink up again.

You managed to keep your mind off of Jamie for the majority of the night. That was until he got up and walked into the kitchen, where the bathrooms were. I waited a minute before excusing myself to follow. I found him leaning against the wall, staring at his phone outside the bathroom.  

            “Well, you’ve been moping all night,” I came over and leaned against the wall across from him. The hallway was pretty narrow, not a lot of space for the both of us but we made it work.

He looked up at me, his face lighting up once again at the sight, but not much. “Yeah, well, it’s Zava, innit? He’s more than enough for that lot.”

I hummed, nodding. “Well, Zava’s not the one I’ve been staring at all night.”

            “Oh, really?” He pushed himself off the wall. “Who you been looking at?”

Now we truly were inches apart. Our eyes matched, as he stared at me. I felt my face flush as he boxed me into the wall behind me. I bit my lip, practically salivating as I looked at him.

            “I was looking at you, Jamie.”

He pressed you up against the wall, his lips covering yours in a deep kiss. One that took your breath away and left your mind completely blank. So blank that you didn’t think about the rest of the club just a wall away, chatting and eating. So blank, that the fact that your brother would kill both of you if he found out about this didn’t even cross your mind. All you could think about was Jamie’s lips against yours, and the way his tongue was shoving its way down your throat.

His hands gripped into your hips, surely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingerprints for you to find tomorrow. He moved his lips, leaving sloppy kisses down your jaw to your neck where he began to suck a mark right behind your ear. A broken moan slipped past your lips, involuntarily, and Jamie’s lips left your neck. You whined at the sudden lack of touch from Jamie, but he just raised his head to meet your eyes.

            “You gotta be quiet, love,” he murmured, bringing a finger up to his lips. “Can’t make a sound.” He brought his hand to your face, tracing your lips delicately, before pulling them away once again. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded hastily. Anything to get him to touch you again. He smirked before returning his lips to yours in a sloppy, heated kiss. You reciprocated, your hands flying up to tangle in his hair, pushing him even closer into you. Jamie’s hands slipped further and further down your back going down to cup your ass in his hands. The gasp that left your mouth was swallowed by Jamie as he kneaded your skin in his hands. Every part of him was touching every part of you, his hands pushing you into him.

Then, Jamie’s hand was slipping under your skirt. He rubbed you over your undergarments, feeling the dampness that had formed.

            “God,” He grunted, leaning his forehead against yours. His hand made tight circles over your most sensitive area, expertly teasing you through your clothes. “You’re so fucking wet already. Is this all for me?”

            “All for you, Jamie,” you whimpered back, leaning your head against the wall.

            “Mm, let’s take care of you, shall we?” he mumbled, pushing aside your panties.

His callused fingers ran through your slick, before landing on your clit.  You couldn’t help but yelp at the surge of pleasure that shot through you. Just as quickly as it was there, the touch was gone in a second. You wanted to cry but Jamie just shushed you.

            “If you can’t be quiet, we have to stop.” He brought his free hand up to cover your mouth. “Are you ready?”

You nodded and his fingers were back on you in a second. Keeping one hand on your mouth, he continued kissing your jaw and neck while his fingers explored your pussy. Trying to stay quiet was excruciating, every flick of his wrist sent your reeling as you closed your eyes and tried to quiet your mind.  Without warning, two of Jamie’s fingers entered you down to the knuckle. You bit your lip, trying to dampen the wail that was trying to make its way through your lips.

You could feel his grin against your neck as he began to pump his fingers in and out in and out over and over. Stroking your insides just the right way to buckle your knees. But Jamie kept you propped up against the wall. His thumb found your clit pressing against it in rhythm with his fingers. He added a third finger into your pussy, stretching you just enough to drive you crazy.

You felt it building in your lower stomach. The warm pressure building as he pressed his nose into your check, his forehead sweaty against your temple as he focused on building your pleasure.

            “You close, baby?” He grunted against your cheek. You nodded again, not able to form words in your mind. All you could feel was Jamie’s body against yours and his fingers knuckle deep inside you. “That’s it, babe, go ahead and cum. Cum for me.”

Then Jamie pressed his thumb against your clit and moved his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion inside you. Like a breaking of a rope, your body snapped as you came. Your head flew back against the wall as your mouth hung open in a silent scream. Jamie smiled as he pressed a few kisses to your exposed neck, working you through the length of your orgasm. Once you stopped convulsing long enough to see again, Jamie removed his fingers from inside you, bringing them up to his lips to suck into his mouth. That alone made you want to cum all over again. 

You brought a hand up and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into searing kiss. You moved your hand down to pull at his belt, but he stopped you, pulling your hands to wrap around his neck instead.

            “Fuck,” you breathed out against his lips. You still felt the aftershocks pulsing through you as he continued to kiss your jaw. They weren’t as sloppy anymore, more purposeful as he kissed your skin. “That was good.”

            “Yeah?” Jamie hummed, pulling back to look at you.

You nodded at him, sucking your swollen lips into your mouth. “Yeah.”

You wished you could say that was the last time you and Jamie sneaked away for a heated make out session. You started coming even earlier to pick up Roy from work, so that Jamie could whisk you into the boot room and make you see heaven.

He was an addiction. You were his secret mission. The two of you unable to stay away from each other. If Roy ever found out about it you would be done, for sure. But Jamie made you feel things that no one else ever had. He was giving and generous with what he gave, never once asking for anything in return.

But it became a real problem the first time you brought him over to your house. You were lonely, and desperate and Jamie texted you at just the right moment of weakness for you to cave instantly.

He’d barely made it two steps in the door when you attacked him with your lips. He was quick to reciprocate, kicking the door closed behind him.

            “Mm, someone’s missed me,” he murmured against your lips.

            “Shut up,” you breathed out, dragging him to your room.

He made quick work of you, making you cum in record time against his mouth. He smiled up at you from between your legs, wiping your slick off his mouth. You laid back against the table, your limbs going limp. He crawled up your body, caging you in between his arms.  

You looked up at him, head still a little foggy as he leaned down to kiss you. You hummed against his lips, feeling very content in his arms. He moved down your jaw, back to his favorite part to suck behind your ear.

            “You wanna let me help you out, Jaim?” You asked, your hands going down to his belt.

He took your hand in his, pinning it above your head. “Don’t worry about it.”

He returned to your neck, sending a shiver down your back. You couldn’t help but frown though, feeling like you owed him something. He’d never once let you give him even so much as a hand job. For the number of orgasms, he’d given you, it was the least you could do. Reluctantly, you pushed his face away from your neck with your free hand.

            “Why won’t you let me touch you, hm?” you asked, your thumb rubbing over his bottom lip.

He leaned down to kiss you again, softly. “Don’t worry about it.”

            “You said that, now tell me why,” you shot back, looking at him seriously. “Why won’t you let me make you feel good, Jamie?”

He cocked his head as he looked down at you, studying your features. “I don’t want you to think you owe me anything.” He leaned down again, his lips hovering right over yours. “I do this because I think you’re fucking gorgeous.” He kissed the corner of your lips. “I do this cause you deserve to feel so good, baby girl.”

You shivered again; he was really good at making you do that. But of all the men you’d dated, all the women you’d seen, no one had ever said anything so beautiful to you before.

            “Jamie,” you said softly. “I want you to feel good.” You pushed your hands into his back, pulling him flush against you. “I want you to fuck me, Jamie.”

Now it was Jamie’s turn to shutter. You could feel his hardon beneath his pants. He let out a shaky breath as he struggled to keep his hips still.

            “You don’t understand, (Y/N)” He nearly growled. “The things I see in my head… I can see you under me all night.”

            “Then make me stay here, baby.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His lips attacked yours, kissing you in a heated embraced as his hips ground down into yours. Your hands flew up around his shoulders, his large broad shoulders, before tangling in his hair.

You took control, wrapping your legs around his waist and rolling the two of you over so you were on top. Jamie grinned up at you as you took your shirt off, followed by your bra. He let out a content sigh as he looked up at you, his hands sliding up your back before finding your breasts. He licked his lips as he rubbed over your nipples with his thumbs. You shuddered covering his hands with yours as he held your boobs.

            “Alright,” you took his hands off of you. “You are far too clothed.”

He laughed and reached down to grab his shirt, struggling to pull it off over his head. You giggled going to help him as he tried to tug it off.  You finally managed to get it over his head and off his hands, balling it up and throwing it across the room. You both laughed as you leaned down to kiss him again.

You began leading your trail of kisses down his torso to his happy trail before finally making it to the top of his pants. You took his belt off, before yanking down his pants. He lifted his hips to help you as you fell back on the bed, tugging his pants off. You laughed again as you fell back on the bed.

Jamie, however, took advantage of your fall to grab you by your foot and tug you back towards him. He sat up and moved you, so you were resting on the pillows, back beneath him as he promised.

            “Look at you,” he groaned, looking down at your body as he rolled a condom on over his dick. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He attacked your neck, like he loved doing. “Underneath me.”

            “Jamie!” You cried out as he bit your collarbone.

            “Oohh, calling my name,” He chuckled, moving down to kiss the valley between your breasts. “This is what you were made for.” He came back up to your lips, kissing you slowly, tugging on your lip with his teeth as he pulled back.

            “Please, Jamie,” You begged, pulling his face back down towards you. “Please.”

He didn’t answer, just kissed you again. But his legs slotted between yours before pushing them apart with his thighs. When he pushed into you, you couldn’t breathe, breaking your kiss with Jamie as you threw your head back. Jamie didn’t miss a beat, following your lips with his own, covering them to swallow and noises that escaped your throat.

He rocked into you, slow and deep, rocking you back and forth with each movement. This was more than just fucking; this was church, and Jamie was your god. You moaned in a high pitch breath resting your forehead on Jamie’s as you wrapped your arms around him.

            “Look at me, baby, just me,” he instructed.

You managed to open your eyes to look at him. His eyes were beautiful. A stormy shade of blue and gray that captured you immediately. You rolled over again, forcing him underneath you. You sat back on his thighs, pumping him in your hand a few times before sliding him back between your slick thighs. You let out a breath as he bottomed out inside you. You looked up at Jamie who had a lazy smile on his face as he watched you.

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your breast, helping him to massage them in his hands. You bounced your hips against his, finding a steady rhythm. You adjusted your hips to hit that spot inside you that felt just right. You nearly collapsed against him as you felt him twitch inside you, getting close to the edge. He brought his hands between you to find your clit, rubbing quick tight circles.

            “Ahh, Jamie,” You croaked out, falling flush against his chest.

            “That’s it baby, keep it going,” He grunted, his snapping his hips up to meet yours.

It was too much. His arm keeping you wrapped against his chest, his other hand pressing onto your clit, his cock filling you just the right way, it was so warm and the warmth spread to all your limps.

            “Jamie, I’m gonna-“

            “I know, I got you, go on and cum.”

That was all the permission you needed as you mouth fell open and the cord inside you snapped and you stilled on top of him. No sound left your mouth as you stiffened in Jamie’s grasp, static shock filling your lungs as pleasure overtook your senses. Jamie let out a strangled groan as his hips began to stutter and he finally stilled as he came.

Your breath finally caught up to you and you fell off him onto the bed next to him. Your legs were still tangled causing you to face him as you did. Your chest heaved as you worked on regulating your breathing. Jamie turned on his side and pulled you towards him.

You rested your head on the same pillow as him looking up as he propped himself up on his shoulder.  

            “Fuck,” you breathed out, smiling up at him. “That was good.”

Jamie chuckled as he moved some loose hairs out of face. “You said that the first time… do you remember?”

            “Course, I do,” I replied, resting my hand on his waist. “I remember everytime. But this.” I nodded in contentment. “This was better.”

Jamie stared down at you, his hand sliding up and down the thigh that still rested on his hip. It was an intimate movement, but one you welcomed. He got a faraway look on his face as he looked at you.

            “What are you thinking about?” You asked.

            “Just how Roy really is gonna kill me,” he told you, pulling you even closer to him by your thigh.

            “I think we’re long past that stage,” you admitted, shifting to be on your side.

            “Yeah, but now I’m proper into you,” Jamie said. “Might even love you.”

And he meant it. You looked between his eyes looking for any ounce of disingenuity but there was none. You lifted your head and kissed him again, softly.

            “Well, then he better not find out that I love you, too.”

And you meant it.

[goldrushspidey]

this is my psa that the events of man city take place in london and not manchester (which is confusing but true). i have read many fics that write the team driving to manchester but then playing at wembley. wembley is in london. thank you for listening.

[crickit-song]

RIP Jamie Tartt you would have loved Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan

[phinya]

JAMIE TARTT an icon Ted Lasso | S02E12

[sugarcube-stillabookworm]

May 2034, Jamie Tartt's farewell to football and A.F.C. Richmond

"So, you know, I hope I've given half as much as I got. And we can never really know what the future will bring, can we, but there's one thing I know for certain..."

A breath in, a breath out into the trembling air, as the stadium waited in silence that felt too close to reverence. Jamie bent his head slightly, and lifted his shirt to meet his lips.

"I'm Richmond till I die."

And he kissed the badge.