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Jamie Tartt witnessing the phenomenon of American vs European pickpocketer. His girlfriend is the American and the pickpocketer runs away in fear

this is insane pls explain because i have nawt seen this im cracking up

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im writing a little isaac fic so pls send me any headcannons or just thoughts u have!! i've looooved exploring his character so lemme know what u think about him :p alsooooo im still taking requests and stuff i just have a little backlog at the moment but keep em coming!!

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i'm taking writing requests

to help me get out of my writing slump while i finish richmond's receptionist, send me some fic & imagine requests for ted lasso characters!

i can't promise i'll do everything, but send me anything and i'll see what i can do. i'll pretty much write for any character and do any kind of storyline and smut is also okay!! thanks for reading <3

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idk why but Isaac gives me “best friends since they were kids and there’s always been a will they won’t they vibe who finally decide to date” kinda vibe

THANK UUUUU this lit a fire inside of me and i've been writing something inspired by this i'll post it soon i hope you like it :)))))))

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reader is going thru a breakup and is real torn up about it, her best friend colin is like okay ur coming out with me and the boys. so they go out and have fun and she feels better and hits it off with one of the guys on the team

i've been writing something inspired by this request and a few other ones :p i can't believe i haven't written more with colin honestly i feel like i've struck gold thank you so much for inspiring me !! keep your eyes peeled !!!

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how do you think it would go if jamie tried to teach his girl some football but she was really bad? lmao

ooooh i feel like Jamie would need some persuading with this, like she'd have to reallyyyy beg him to teach her a trick or two. and it would have to be a trade deal, like if Jamie teaches her some football, he'd get to choose which movie they watch that evening. he'd start with teaching her the basics of football -- kicking the ball with the side of her foot, using her hips to aim the ball, and how to roll the ball under her foot and bouncing it up onto the top of her foot. this would probably prove surprisingly difficult for her, and Jamie wouldn't be able to wrap his head around how someone just doesn't get it like football is so instinctive to him that he just can't grasp it. he'll even get a bit frustrated and she'd start taking the piss out of his strops and fussiness and she'd be laughing while jamie would be pouting and ugh this is so fun actually like she'd even purposefully mess up sometimes just to see him get annoyed !!! but it would all be fun and games and when she finally kicks the ball into the goal or steals the ball from him he'd cheer her name over and over and mimic the sound of the crowd hmmm so cute

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reader panic calling one of the boys (colin, isaac, jamie, sam, whoever u want) bc she has a date with another boy on the team (also whoever youre feeling) and is freaking out bc she has no idea what to wear and it looks like her closet exploded can they please come over to help pick an outfit

i am getting some AMAZING requests and ideas about reader being close friends with someone on the team and asking advice about a crush on a different player and my brain is whirring with ideas i'm so thankful !! something will be up soon :p

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hear me out!! Ted’s little sister or younger cousin who he’s super close with but is the same age as the players comes to visit and hits it off with one of the players (Jamie, Roy, Sam, whoever u want)

obseSSED with this thank u for inspiring me

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"and this is the locker room. say hi to my little cousin, boys!"

you walk through the door and into AFC Richmond's men's locker room, the smell of Axe spray and lavender flooding your senses. the chatter you'd heard from down the hallway comes to a sudden halt, all of the players stopping their chatter at once. they all turned to face you almost immediately, eyes wide and curious. one of the players' jaw even slackens, a hand coming up to push his blonde hair up and out of his eyes.

the silence is thick, all eyes on you, and you're not sure what else to do but plaster a sweet yet awkward smile on your face and waving at the room.

"hi," you say softly.

"guys? what's goin-" Ted starts, but is interrupted by one of the boys finally speaking up.

"hello, it's so lovely to meet you," he walks towards you with one hand outstretched and the other on his chest, "I'm Sam Obisanya."

"it's nice to meet you, Sam," you take his hand in yours, looking up at his deep brown eyes, "I'm y/n."

you try to project your voice so the rest of the room can hear your name too, but you quickly forget about the full room of men you're standing in. your full focus is on Sam and his soft palm pressing against yours firmly, and your eyes are drawn to his smile. his lips look soft, smile beaming as the wrinkles reach the corners of his eyes. it doesn't sound like he was lying when he said it was nice to meet you, since he genuinely looks more than delighted to be shaking your hand in this moment. this definitely isn't the kind of guy you expected to meet on an English soccer team.

"y/n, this is Nate," Ted interrupts, "and you already know Beard."

out of the corner of your eye, you can see a short man walking towards you with his arm also reaching out for a handshake. this is when it dawns on you that your hand was still in Sam's, and your eyes had yet to leave his.

"uh-" you mumble, forcing your smiling mouth to close and letting your hand slip from Sam's grip. the air in the room became even more awkward as you turned to greet Nate, giving him a meek smile as you shook his hand.

you could still feel the eyes of more than twenty men on you, but after dropping Nate's hand, your gaze found its way to Sam on the right side of the room. his smile now changed from beaming to soft and warm, you need to physically stop your eyes from lingering on his lips by turning your back to the room and walking into the coaches' office. peeking in, you pretend to scan the room and examine its decor, pointing at a random poster on Ted's wall and smiling as if you recognise who's on it.

"okay," Ted drawls, shaking his head, clearly not oblivious to the awkward tension you've caused, "well, y/n is gonna be stayin' with me for the week and is gonna watch you guys practice today."

"only if that's okay with everyone!" you quickly add, holding your hands up in front of you in defence. a chorus of mumbled yes's and nods fill the room, some of the players returning back to their prep before training as they lose interest in your presence.

"coach, it is so lovely to have your cousin here to support us during training. thank you very much for introducing us to your family." an accented voice finally breaks through the crowd, and everyone turns to look at a long haired man towards the back of the room.

"thank you, Dani." Ted answers, and you repeat the sentiment while sending him a smile.

"I'm sorry about that, y/n," he continues once you're out in the hallway, "I guess they spend so much time with each other that they forget women exist!" he nervously combs a hand through his hair before pointing you towards the training pitch; "let's go."

"see you all on the pitch." Ted states with a slight voice crack before ushering you out of the locker room. you glance behind you as you get pushed out, catching a glimpse of another player smacking Sam on the shoulder and shaking him a bit, clearly congratulating him for his interaction with you. English boys are something else.

once through the doors of the training centre and onto the pitch, the cold hits you quickly and you can feel your nose turn red in the winter air. you follow Ted up into the small bleachers and choose a seat which lines up to be right in the middle of the pitch.

"you stay here, y/n. don't need you causing any more awkward silences." you and Ted share a laugh as you get as comfortable as you possible can in the plastic red seat. you're not left waiting for very long, all the players you'd just seen walking out onto the field in small groups.

they're laughter and chatter makes a smile creep up your face, a smile that only grows when Sam appears. he instantly drops his conversation when he feels your eyes on him, turning his head and immediately finding you in the stands. a smug smile appears on his face as he sends you a subtle wink, the gesture making you bit your lip as you sink further down into your seat.

using your scarf to hide your blushing cheeks definitely came in handy during the 2 hours of training you watched. except, you weren't really watching the training, you were mostly focused on Sam Obisanya. you just couldn't get enough of his smile, and he clearly loved smiling since it didn't drop from his face even once during the training, even when he messed up. eyes glued to him, you examined every part of him, cursing the cold weather for being the reason he's wearing a full tracksuit, making you use your imagination for some parts. there was some moments where Sam would glance up at you, that same signature smile warming you up.

the daydreaming and occasional cups of tea brought to you by Will made the time fly by, and soon enough you were strolling through the training centre waiting for Ted to take you for lunch. you admire the awards and trophies in the cabinets, as well as the old newspaper clippings framed on the walls, and you start appreciating the second home Ted has found across the pond.

your eyes land on a large sticker of one of the Richmond players, and you realise that they're on the walls all the way down the hallway towards the exit. following them like candy on a trail, you start for your search for Sam's sticker. on your way down the hallway, you see the blond who had stared at you with an open mouth earlier, the sweet long haired man, and a few stickers featuring faces that stuck out to you in the locker room. as you pass them all, you stare them down with furrowed eyebrows, and you almost give up your search before you turn the final corner.

right beside the reception desk, you find the man you'd been looking for. except, instead of finding a picture of him plastered up on the wall, you instead find the real Sam leaning against the tall reception desk next to the exit. you stop in your tracks, suddenly overheating in all of your winter layers, and you stare at him with wide eyes.

"are you okay, y/n?" he asks with an amused look on his face.

"uhm- yes, yes. I'm okay," you force a small smile onto your face and stuff your hands into your coat pockets, desperate to hide your embarrassment, "are you okay, Sam?"

your words make him laugh as he pushes himself off of the desk and takes a few steps towards you. his expression softens the closer he gets to you, the big grin he usually wears now melting into a warm closed-mouthed smile.

"I'm okay," he speaks quietly, he's close enough for you to hear it loud and clear, and the tone of his voice sends shivers up your spine.

"that's good," you reply shyly, not sure what to do with yourself. your hands are still shoved in your pockets, and Sam's are too, but all you can think about is what is touch felt like against yours when you met this morning.

"are you waiting for Coach Cousin?"

a cackle suddenly comes from your throat, all the nervous energy bursting out at once, taking both you and Sam slightly aback. but you manage to wave it off, answering his question with a more self-confident voice; "yeah, yeah, we're going for lunch together."

"will you be back for our next training?"

"no, actually, I think I'm just going to explore Richmond a little bit."

"what if," Sam draws the words out as he leans forward, bumping a shoulder to yours, "you just come back after lunch and I can take you around Richmond when I've finished for the day? maybe I can take you for dinner afterwards."

his voice pitches up sweetly at the end of his question, his soft smile slowly growing to a beaming one again. the question makes your heart rate double, and you can feel how red you're going as you consider what to say next.

"are you asking me on a date, Sam?"

"I'm not sure Ted would appreciate me asking his cousin on a date, but, maybe we can keep it a secret?"

"keep what a secret?" Ted interrupts, walking up to the two of you with his thumbs looped around the straps of his backpack. his smile is polite and oblivious as he glances between you and Sam.

"keep it a secret that I will be coming back to watch the second training later!" you chirp before Sam can speak, drawing your mouth into a tight smile as you hope Ted doesn't ask why.

"alright!" he exclaims, smile widening, "such great team spirit, y/n!"

"yes, y/n," Sam speaks suspiciously, "you have such a focus when watching us train. almost like you always have your eye on the prize." he smirks down at you as you open and close your mouth a few times as if gasping for air.

"like cousin, like cousin!" you saw with a fake grin, eyes avoiding Sam's knowing look, "okay, Ted, let's go!" you start towards the door, hoping Ted is following you.

"bye, y/n. I cannot wait to see you this afternoon!" you hear Sam call behind you, but you stay facing forward, desperate to get outside so you can blame your blush on the cold.

when Ted catches up with you, the confusion is clear in his voice as he asks: "why would your presence have to be a secret?"

"oh, you know," you answer without looking at him, "wouldn't want me attracting any more of the boys' attention."

Ted hums in agreement as he falls in line with your fast-paced steps through the car park; "it sure does look like you've already caught someone's eye."

shaking your head with a furrowed brow, you scoff dramatically at Ted's words. "don't be crazy, Ted. I'm just visiting."

"maybe you should extend that visit while you still can."

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once again not proofread (sorry) i'm really just trying to have fun with writing again and not put too much pressure on myself! hope you enjoyed <3

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YOUR TAKE ON DOM!SAM JUST CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY OMG. i feel like he'd go back and forth between soft dom and rough. like soft dom sam would just keep going until youre so overstimulated and crying. but rough sam would take out the frustration of a loss or some team being shitty, like the angry locker room sex or frustrated car sex or angry take you on the dining room table bc the bed is too far sex. oh my god and he has a restaurant, can you imagine if she says yes chef LMAO

wait this is so yummy you've just changed MINE okayyyy you're so right he's soft and rough in that way like omg him hosting the whole team at his restaurant after a cup final and when everyone's left he fucks you on literally every surface AAH and then you sit down afterwards and he gets you a bunch of leftovers and another drink and then it's all cute and sweet and wholesome chats again??? your points are incredible woah. YOU should be writing this shit. he'd come home from a training session where he wasn't doing very well and just walk in the door and bend you over the kitchen counter immediately and OMG i feel like he would fuck you really rough and fast for like a minute or two before just pulling out, picking you up, and moving you somewhere else effortlessly. he'd go from kitchen counter to the dining table to up against the wall to sitting on the stairs with you straddling him and you literally would have been close like 100 times before you even make it to the bedroom. that's so delish you're too good :p

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who on the Richmond team do you think is a secret freak in the sheets?

my first pick would be Roy, especially considering what the show itself has shown us about him. i mean,,, the way he can angle his dick to make it feel tilted? and how he reacted to Keeley being into him crying? so i think he's definitely be a kinky fucker, a very giving kinky fucker :)))) but i think everyone should consider dom!Sam holy shit like he's so used to being the nice guy every day surely he has to get his frustrations out somehow?? we saw him crack when Jamie came back to Richmond and i looooved his stern side so i think he'd be quite dom in the bedroom. i don't imagine him as kinky as Roy could be, but he's definitely bossy and doesn't mind throwing his partner around for his pleasure. he'd be sooo focused on making them feel good while also getting himself off that he would lose it and just go wild in the bedroom like fully losing control and just getting rough and fast and messy mhmmm

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What do u think Jamie would have his girl in his phone as? Like you think he just has her government name or a nickname or emojis? And what kinda photo you think he’d put for her caller ID/contact photo?

UGH i love thinking about this. i kinda feel like he'd have fullllll government name but with her nickname instead of her first name,,, like i think it would've started as her full government name out of respect for her when they started dating, but then he changed it eventually. he definitely also got you to take a selfie when she gave him her number or when they started dating and refuses to change it; he likes thinking about the giddy way they both felt when they first started going out :p

[jamiefartt]

i'm taking writing requests

to help me get out of my writing slump while i finish richmond's receptionist, send me some fic & imagine requests for ted lasso characters!

i can't promise i'll do everything, but send me anything and i'll see what i can do. i'll pretty much write for any character and do any kind of storyline and smut is also okay!! thanks for reading <3

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who on the Richmond team do you think would dance around the kitchen with their girl to Lover by Taylor Swift?

definitely Roy Kent. he would've been forced to listen to Taylor Swift after picking Phoebe up from school one day, and he soon started queueing her favourites for her before even getting in the car. now, he's a hidden Swiftie who doesn't turn it off even after dropping his niece off at home, driving home while singing his heart out.

so one day, when you return home, you walk straight into the pleasant sight of Roy cooking you a homemade dinner. the smell of your favourite meal wafting through the house alongside the soft sound of Roy singing along to the music playing quietly from a speaker. appreciating the scene in front of you, you slip off your shoes and drop your bag before sneaking around the corner and into the open kitchen.

"we might just get away with this, religion's in your lips,"

you smile to yourself when you recognise the words, the words to False God effortlessly coming to you. it's not like Roy often listens to Taylor Swift with you, but that song had managed to find its way onto a playlist he'd recently made for you, so you know it was one of his favourites.

"even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love," you continue the lyric as you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as his hands stay busy cooking for you.

resting your head against his back, you can feel the hum of his low voice vibrating through his torso, making you close your eyes. the tough Roy Kent the football world sees is nowhere near the calm man you get loved by behind closed doors. this side of Roy is for your eyes only, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

Roy momentarily drops the spatula, turning around and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. looking up at him, you're met with his soft smile as he gazes down at you, and his smile only grows when the song changes. he uses his embrace to sway you side to side as Lover starts playing through the speaker, the drums instantly recognisable.

you run your hands up his chest before resting them behind his neck, interlocking your fingers. the movement slides his arms from your shoulders, and he pulls you closer against him with his hands on your hips before wrapping them around your waist. with your chests pressed together, Roy starts doing small steps, spinning the two of you around in the middle of the kitchen. his eyes stare deeply into yours, and you can't help but get lost in the brown of his eyes, noticing your lovestruck reflection in their dark colour.

both humming along to the song, your steps follow Roy's, matching each sway to the rhythm. the warmth radiating from his body to yours calms you immediately, the deep comfort he always gives you taking effect. his hands are placed on your back, his fingers slightly pressing into your skin alongside the drums in the song, the repetitive movements making you forget all about your long day.

whilst intently staring at Roy, you notice the sudden slight furrow of his thick eyebrows, his eyes beginning to blink himself out of his daze. after one deep inhale, his peaceful smile suddenly morphs into a grimace as he notices the smell of burning food starting to fill the room.

"fuck!" he groans as he lets go of you and turns back to his cooking. the whole ordeal makes you laugh loudly; that's the Roy Kent everyone knows and loves.

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not proofread and getting used to doing blurbs so im sorry if it's not my best :) keep sending me requests though more is on the way !! here's my masterlist :p

[jamiefartt]

i'm taking writing requests

to help me get out of my writing slump while i finish richmond's receptionist, send me some fic & imagine requests for ted lasso characters!

i can't promise i'll do everything, but send me anything and i'll see what i can do. i'll pretty much write for any character and do any kind of storyline and smut is also okay!! thanks for reading <3

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Ted Lasso ‘La Locker Room Aux Folles’ (3.09)

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TED LASSO 2.02 — Lavender