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Masterlist: Offside Tension - Jamie Tartt

Summary: In which Jamie Tartt and the new assistant coach, Y/N, can’t stop teasing each other with their cheeky banter, but what starts as playful flirting quickly turns into something much more complicated.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem! reader

Disclaimer: This FF is set after season 3 in a kind of alternative universe where Ted never left and Jamie is over Keeley. Just fyi.

A/N: If you have any ideas for blurbs or imagines about this fic you can tell me and i'll try to write it!

Chapter 1: New Kid on the Block

Chapter 2: Clash on the Pitch

Chapter 3: New Alliances

Chapter 4: Lines Crossed, Hearts Questioned

Chapter 5: Dilemmas and Denials

Chapter 6: Lines Blurring

Chapter 7: Crossroads

Chapter 8: The Breaking Point

Chapter 9: Taking Risks

Chapter 10: Under the Floodlights

Imagines/Short Stories

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Offside Tension - Jamie Tartt x Y/N

Disclaimer: This FF is set after season 3 in a kind of alternative universe where Ted never left and Jamie is over Keeley. Just fyi.

Chapter 2: Clash on the Pitch

The air was crisp, and the first rays of sunlight peeked over the tops of the training grounds as Y/N unlocked the door and stepped onto the pitch. Her second day at Richmond, and she’d made sure to arrive early, determined to hit the ground running.

The grass was still damp with morning dew, and the faint smell of freshly cut turf lingered in the air. The silence was peaceful, calming even, though her nerves hadn’t entirely settled. She jogged to the middle of the pitch, taking in the vastness of it. It was hers now too, in a way, though the thought was both exciting and intimidating.

The sound of a door opening behind her broke her thoughts.

“Y’know,” Coach Beard’s voice called out, “most people don’t show up this early. Especially not on day two.”

She turned to see him strolling across the pitch, a steaming mug of coffee in hand and a faintly amused look on his face.

“I’m not most people,” Y/N said with a grin, her confidence trying to outshine the lingering second-day jitters.

Beard tilted his head slightly, appraising her. “Ted mentioned you’re ambitious. That’s good. Just… don’t burn yourself out trying to impress everyone at once. It’s a long season.”

She nodded, appreciating the advice. “Thanks, Coach. And for the record, I’m not trying to impress everyone. Just trying to do my job.”

Beard’s lips twitched into the ghost of a smile. “Fair enough. Don’t let Jamie Tartt get under your skin too much today.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, though she couldn’t hide her smirk. “Why, does he try to get under everyone’s skin?”

“Only when he’s breathing,” Beard deadpanned before walking off toward the office.

As the team trickled in, Y/N took the opportunity to explore more of the facilities. Passing the kit room, she noticed a whirlwind of motion—someone darting back and forth between racks of jerseys and shelves of gear. She knocked gently on the open door, and a young man spun around, nearly dropping a stack of neatly folded shirts.

“Oh, hi! You must be Y/N!” Will said, his grin wide and genuine.

“That’s me,” she said, stepping inside. “You must be Will. The kit room looks incredible.”

“Thanks!” he said, practically beaming. “I try to keep it organized. You know, controlled chaos and all that.”

She laughed. “Well, it’s impressive. If I ever need anything, I’ll know who to come to.”

“Absolutely,” Will said. “Extra bibs, cones, anything. Just say the word.”

Y/N left the kit room feeling lighter, her confidence bolstered by Will’s enthusiasm. She was making her way back to the pitch when she nearly bumped into Nate, who was pacing near the office doors, muttering to himself.

“Whoa,” Y/N said, holding up her hands to steady herself.

“Oh! Sorry!” Nate said, his eyes widening. He quickly straightened his jacket, looking flustered. “I didn’t see you there.”

“All good,” Y/N said, smiling. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said quickly, though his expression betrayed his nerves. “Just… going over a few things for training. You know, trying to make sure everything runs smoothly.”

“Sounds like we’re in the same boat,” Y/N said, offering him a reassuring smile. “If it makes you feel better, I’m still figuring things out too.”

Nate gave her a small, grateful smile before heading off, and Y/N made her way back to the pitch, but not before stopping by her little office space that she shares with Roy.

"Y/N, the girl, the myth, the legend - I know it is only your second day, but are you up to run the second half of training later?" It was Ted that put his head through their shared office space door in a way too enthusiastic way for a tuesday morning.

Y/N was unsure at first, but felt like she kind of had to proof herself to these coaches that consist of a former champions leaugue player and two americans. "I‘m up for it, I suppose.“ she said smiling rather unsure.

Later that day, Y/N straightened her shoulders, clutching her clipboard. Alright, she thought, if they’re testing me, I’ll pass with flying colors.

“Morning, Coach,” Sam greeted warmly as he jogged by, his easy smile offering her a thread of encouragement.

“Morning, Sam,” she replied, forcing her nerves to settle. She returned her focus to the drills she’d planned, hoping they’d strike the balance between challenging and effective.

Just as she was organizing the cones, Jamie sauntered onto the field, his pace deliberately slow, his face lit with that trademark cocky grin. He wasn’t saying anything, but the way his eyes scanned the setup made it clear he was judging her methods.

The warm-ups began smoothly enough. Y/N kept her instructions clear, her voice steady as she guided the players through each step. The drills were simple but purposeful, designed to sharpen their precision. She was just beginning to feel at ease when she heard it—a loud, exaggerated scoff from behind her.

She turned, already knowing who it was. Jamie stood with his arms folded, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Really?” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “This is what we’re doing today? My nan could do these drills, and she’s got one hip replacement and no bloody idea what football is.”

A few of the players stifled laughs, but most exchanged uncomfortable glances. Y/N raised an eyebrow, unfazed.

“You’ve got something to say, Jamie?” she asked, her tone calm but pointed.

“Yeah,” he said, stepping forward. “These drills are a waste of time. We don’t need to go back to basics. We’re not some under-12s team playing in the park, love.”

Y/N tilted her head, considering him and at the same time completely ignoring the nickname he gave her, which totally didn‘t make her blush. She wouldn‘t give him the satisfaction. “It’s funny,” she said lightly. “You talk a big game, but I’ve noticed you struggling to keep up with some of the lads in these basic drills.”

The players erupted in oohs and laughter, and Jamie’s smirk faltered for a split second. He recovered quickly, though, his grin sharpening.

“Alright then,” he said, his voice full of challenge. “If you think you’re such an expert, why don’t you show me how it’s done, you‘re a coach you should know how to play, right?”

Y/N’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Is that a challenge, because we don‘t back down from them where I‘m from?”

Jamie shrugged. “Call it what you want. Let’s see if you’re as good as you think you are, coach.”

The tension crackled in the air, and the players immediately began to gather around, sensing the showdown. Even Roy, standing off to the side with his arms crossed, seemed intrigued. Ted on the other hand looked a little bit unsure.

“Fine,” Y/N said, dropping her clipboard. “Let’s make it interesting. A one-on-one. First to three goals wins. If I win, you stop undermining me and actually listen during my drills.”

“And if I win?” Jamie asked, his smirk returning.

She thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make her pulse quicken. “Bragging rights.”

“Deal,” she said, stepping onto the pitch. Ted stops her. "I don‘t wanna question any good ole‘ coaching methods but are you sure about this, Y/N."

"I don‘t know, but it seems like he needs his ass handed to him on some occasion or the other and I‘m willing to do just that.“ Even Roy was smiling at that statement, clapping in his hands twice with a little smile.

"Well, I like her better than all of you.“ Roy looked at Ted and Beard specifically, to which the latter just shrugged. That‘s a good sign I guess, Roy Kent likes me, she thought.

"Ok its on Tartt, get your ass on the pitch.“ she said which made him smile just a little.

The players hooted and hollered as the impromptu match began, forming a loose circle around the two of them. Jamie, ever the showman, played up the crowd, grinning and waving like he’d already won. Y/N, on the other hand, focused on the ball, tuning out the noise.

The first goal came quickly—hers. She weaved around Jamie with ease, her movements sharp and precise. The players cheered as she sent the ball sailing into the net, her expression calm and composed despite the thrill of victory.

“Lucky shot,” Jamie muttered, retrieving the ball.

“Sure,” she said, smirking.

The second goal was his, and he made sure to celebrate obnoxiously, his grin practically splitting his face.

“Still think I’m struggling?” he called, winking at her.

She didn’t respond, instead resetting for the next round. The third goal took longer, the two of them battling fiercely for control. Every time Jamie thought he had the upper hand, Y/N surprised him, her quick reflexes and sharp instincts keeping him on his toes.

Finally, she broke away, her eyes narrowing as she lined up her shot. The ball sailed past Jamie and into the net, and the players erupted into cheers.

“Three-two,” Y/N said, her breath coming fast but her smile triumphant.

Jamie stood there for a moment, his hands on his hips, his face a mixture of frustration and something else—something warmer. Finally, he stepped forward, extending a hand.

“Alright,” he said, his voice grudging but sincere. “You’re better than I thought.”

Y/N took his hand, her grip firm. “Told you,” she said lightly.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink around them. There was something in his gaze—something intense and electric—that made her heart skip a beat. She felt the heat rising to her cheeks and quickly let go of his hand, stepping back.

“Well,” she said, clearing her throat. “Glad we got that sorted.”

Jamie smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Don’t get used to it, love.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she shot back. There was that word again, love.

As the players began to disperse, the buzz of excitement still lingering in the air, Y/N stayed behind to collect the equipment. She was just finishing up when Roy approached, his expression unreadable.

“You handled that well,” he said gruffly.

Y/N turned to him, surprised. “The match or Jamie?”

“Both,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Thanks,” Y/N replied, wiping sweat from her brow.

Roy hesitated for a moment before asking, “You ever play professionally?”

Y/N paused, her smile fading slightly. “I wanted to. But I got injured when I was a teenager. Tore my ACL. Doctors said I’d never play at that level again.”

Roy nodded, his expression softening. “That’s tough.”

If someone understands the pressure of the football industry and how an injury can effect an entire carrer it‘s definetely him.

“It was,” Y/N admitted. “But I found other ways to stay in the game. Coaching lets me stay close to the sport, even if it’s not the same.” Her eyes were sad but also hopeful, the sport once was a big part of her life and she keeps holding on to that like a last resort.

Jamie, who had lingered nearby, overheard the conversation. He glanced at Y/N, his expression thoughtful. She could‘ve been bigger than him if she played professionally and now she‘s here trying to help others achieve perfection in a sport she, or rather they both love. A certain respect and need to protect her at all costs rose up in Jamie.

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Offside Tension - Jamie Tartt x Y/N

A/N: short but important chapter.

Chapter Three: New Alliances

Y/N arrived early the next morning, well before the players or even most of the staff. She liked the stillness of the stadium before it came alive with activity, the echoes of her footsteps on the empty pitch. It gave her a sense of clarity—a moment to remind herself why she was here.

She set down her bag near the sideline and began prepping for the day, jotting down notes and organizing drills for the players. The events of yesterday—the impromptu match, Jamie’s grudging respect, and Roy’s unexpected kindness—lingered in her mind. Her competitive side had loved the win, but the weight of opening up about her injury to Roy left her feeling exposed in a way she hadn’t expected.

The faint sound of footsteps broke her train of thought. She turned to see Coach Beard strolling onto the pitch, his expression as inscrutable as ever.

“You’re early,” he said, his tone neutral but tinged with a hint of approval.

“So are you,” Y/N replied, meeting his energy with her own.

Beard tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking into the smallest of smiles. “Touché.” He paused, studying her for a moment. “Nice job yesterday. Tartt needed a little humbling.”

Y/N smirked. “Happy to help.”

As Beard wandered off, Nate and Will arrived, the former offering her a polite nod while Will beamed at her.

“Morning, Coach,” Will chirped. “Heard you wiped the floor with Jamie yesterday. Nice one.”

Y/N chuckled. “Thanks, Will. It was… satisfying.”

Nate, ever the perfectionist, cleared his throat. “It was a good match, but don’t let it go to your head. Jamie’s not one to take a loss lying down.”

“Noted,” Y/N said with a grin.

The morning routine unfolded smoothly, the players trickling in one by one. Jamie, of course, arrived last, his signature swagger on full display. He shot her a look—half smirk, half challenge—as he passed her on the pitch.

“Morning, love,” he said, his voice dripping with that infuriating charm.

“Morning, Tartt and it is 'morning coach' on the pitch for you” Y/N replied coolly, refusing to let him see how much the nickname made her pulse quicken.

"What is it off the pitch then?“ he replied flirtier than she‘d expected. Not waiting for answer he swaggered to his usual spot.

Practice was normal that day. Y/N noticed a little change in Jamies demeanor though. As if he suddenly was very eager to learn from her. A hint of mutual respect floating in the air.

Ted caught Y/N just as she was packing up after practice. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, his usual upbeat tone carrying a hint of something mischievous. “Got a little surprise for ya. Rebecca and Keeley want to meet ya—thought it’d be nice to give you a proper welcome.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. She hadn’t expected the boss and her PR maven to take an interest in her so soon. “Oh, um, sure. That sounds great.”

Ted beamed. “Perfect! They’re upstairs in Rebecca’s office. And don’t worry—they’re lovely. Like, warm-scone-and-butter kind of lovely.”

“Thanks for the heads-up,” Y/N said with a laugh, following him up the stairs.

Rebecca’s office was as grand and intimidating as Y/N had imagined, but the woman herself was the exact opposite. Rebecca greeted her with a warm smile and an outstretched hand.

“Y/N, so lovely to finally meet you,” she said, her voice rich and welcoming.

“It’s an honor, Ms. Welton,” Y/N replied, shaking her hand firmly.

“Oh, please, call me Rebecca,” she said with a wave of her hand.

Keeley, sitting on the couch with a bright smile, practically bounced up to hug her. “You’re the new coach, right? I’ve been dying to meet you! You’ve already made quite the impression—Jamie’s still sulking about losing to you.”

Y/N laughed, feeling some of the tension ease out of her shoulders. “I’m glad I could provide some entertainment.”

Rebecca gestured for her to sit, and Keeley immediately began peppering her with questions about her background, her coaching philosophy, and her thoughts on the team.

As the conversation flowed, Y/N found herself relaxing. Rebecca’s sharp wit and Keeley’s infectious energy made her feel like she belonged. They shared stories about the team, teased each other gently, and even got Y/N to open up about her early days in football.

“You’re going to fit in here just fine,” Rebecca said, her tone reassuring. “And if you ever need anything—advice, a sounding board, or just a drink—my door is always open.”

“Mine too!” Keeley chimed in. “We’ve got to stick together, right? Girl power and all that.”

Y/N smiled, genuinely touched. “Thank you. That means a lot.” Finally someone she can open up to without feeling to exposed. Roy is cool and all but not all too well with emotions.

As Y/N made her way back to the locker room, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and camaraderie. The day had been long, but it was worth it. She was starting to find her place here, even if Jamie Tartt continued to test her patience, in many ways.

Speaking of Jamie…

She spotted him lingering by the training equipment, his expression uncharacteristically serious. He seemed to be debating whether or not to approach her.

“Need something, Tartt?” she called out, stopping a few feet away.

Jamie looked up, his usual smirk slipping into something softer. “Nah. Just… wanted to say good match yesterday.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Is that an apology for being a pain in my ass?”

He grinned, the cockiness returning. “Don’t push it, love.”

She shook her head, biting back a smile. “Goodnight, Jamie.”

As she walked away, she could feel his gaze on her, lingering just a little too long.

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Offside Tensions – Jamie Tartt x Y/N

Chapter 1: New Kid on the Block

Y/N sat by the window of the train, the countryside whirring by in patches of green and gold. The morning light slanted across the fields, turning everything soft and golden. Her stomach churned—not unpleasantly, but in that restless, jittery way that only big moments could summon.

Richmond. AFC Richmond.

She let the thought settle for a moment, looking at her reflection in the train window. It didn’t feel real yet. All those years of grinding it out in the lower leagues, working with young athletes, pulling late nights in front of performance stats—it had all been leading to this. A chance to work with a Premier League team.

The announcer's voice crackled through the speaker, jolting her from her thoughts. “Next stop: Richmond.”

The train pulled into the station, and as Y/N stepped onto the platform, she was greeted by the crisp bite of early spring air. Richmond unfolded around her like a scene out of a storybook—winding cobblestone streets, little shopfronts with flower boxes perched on their windowsills, and a faint hum of life as the town began its day.

A taxi took her from the station to Nelson Road Stadium, and Y/N spent the ride trying to absorb everything. The town was idyllic in a way that felt almost disarming, the kind of place where locals probably knew each other by name, where time moved just a bit slower.

The stadium loomed into view, and her heart gave an excited lurch. It wasn’t as grand as the giants of the Premier League, but it was unmistakably home to something special. The AFC Richmond crest was emblazoned on the side of the building, and banners of the players fluttered in the morning breeze.

Her eyes caught on one banner in particular. Jamie Tartt. His cocky grin stretched across the fabric, the kind that seemed to challenge anyone who looked at it. She knew of him, of course—everyone who followed football did. A rising star, undeniably talented, but with an ego big enough to eclipse the sun.

The cab driver chuckled as he noticed her staring. “Ah, Jamie Tartt. Bit of a character, that one. Good player, though. When he feels like it.”

Y/N smirked but didn’t reply. She had no illusions about Jamie Tartt. But she also wasn’t here to coddle egos.

Once inside the stadium, she was immediately hit by the scent of freshly cut grass and cleaning supplies. The hallways were lined with photos and memorabilia of the club’s history—black-and-white shots of old teams, players hoisting trophies, a timeline of moments that had brought the club to this point.

She didn’t have much time to linger before a voice broke through the quiet.

“Y/N, right?”

Turning, she found herself face-to-face with Ted Lasso. He was shorter than she’d imagined but somehow larger than life. His grin was bright and welcoming, and the energy he radiated made her feel as if they’d known each other for years.

“That’s me,” she said, offering her hand.

Ted shook it warmly. “Well, color me thrilled to meet you! Ted Lasso, head coach, accidental wisdom-dispenser, and occasional baker. Welcome to AFC Richmond!”

The tension in her chest eased slightly. “Thanks, Ted. It’s great to finally be here.”

They began walking toward the pitch, Ted chatting the whole way.

“So, tell me, how does it feel? Big, scary stadium, new faces, new town—you doing alright?”

“It’s… a lot,” she admitted, her voice carrying just a hint of the nervous energy bubbling inside her. “But it’s the good kind of overwhelming, you know? Like the night before Christmas or stepping onto a stage for the first time.”

Ted nodded, his trademark grin softening into something more thoughtful. “I get that. Nerves mean you care. Just don’t let ‘em tie you up in knots, alright? And remember, we’re all here to help you settle in. Now, some of us might be better at that than others—”

He stopped suddenly as a figure rounded the corner ahead of them.

Roy Kent.

The man was practically a walking storm cloud—broad shoulders, perpetual scowl, and a presence so intense it felt like the air got heavier the closer he got. He stopped a few paces away, arms crossed, dark eyes narrowing as they landed on Y/N.

“This her?” he asked, his voice gravelly enough to scrape paint off walls.

“Yes, this her.” Ted replied cheerfully, gesturing toward her as if unveiling a grand masterpiece. “Roy, meet Y/N. Y/N, meet Roy Kent—our resident grump, enforcer, and occasional source of shockingly poetic wisdom.”

Roy’s eyes flicked to her, scanning her in that sharp, no-nonsense way that made it clear he didn’t believe in wasting time—or words.

“Right,” he muttered, then turned his full attention to Y/N. “You any good, or are you just here to fill a quota?”

The bluntness of the question caught her off guard, but only for a moment. Y/N straightened her shoulders, meeting his gaze head-on. She wasn’t about to let anyone—even Roy Kent—intimidate her on her first day.

“I guess you’ll find out soon enough,” she replied evenly, a little hint of sarcasm and a lot of poise in her voice.

Roy didn’t smile, but something in his expression shifted, like he was mildly impressed she hadn’t backed down. Seems like he‘s finally met someone to match his emergy. “We’ll see,” he muttered nonchalantly, before stepping past them, his boots echoing against the floor.

Ted clapped his hands together, cutting through the silence Roy left in his wake. “Well, that went better than expected! If Roy didn’t growl at you, you’re already ahead of most folks. Don’t take it personally; he’s like an espresso shot—strong, bitter, but he’ll wake you right up.”

Y/N chuckled despite herself. “Good to know.”

Ted led her out onto the pitch, and the sight stopped her in her tracks. The stadium, though modest compared to some, had an undeniable charm. The grass shimmered under the early sunlight, meticulously manicured and almost unnaturally green. The stands curved around them, a patchwork of faded seats that still managed to exude character. Breathtaking, a word to describe the sight. Y/N football heart skipped a beat.

A group of players was already warming up, their chatter and laughter carried on the breeze. It was an eclectic bunch—different accents, different energies, but there was an undeniable camaraderie among them. Well, mostly.

“Alright, folks!” Ted’s voice rang out, and the players turned toward them. “Gather ‘round! We’ve got someone new to introduce, a new addition to our team and I want y’all to be on your best behavior. Or, you know, at least pretend.”

The group trotted over, a mix of curiosity and amusement on their faces. Sam Obisanya was the first to smile, a warm, genuine expression that instantly put Y/N at ease. Next to him, Dani Rojas practically bounced with excitement, radiating energy like a puppy who’d just been told he was going for a walk.

“This here is Y/N,” Ted continued. “She’s gonna be working with y’all to keep your bodies in tip-top shape and your heads in the game. She’s smart, she’s tough, and she’s already survived her first run-in with Roy, so I’d say she’s ready for anything.”

The players murmured their greetings, a few offering waves or nods. But one figure at the back didn’t move—Jamie Tartt, arms crossed, his expression somewhere between bored and vaguely amused.

“Oi,” he drawled, his Manchester accent cutting through the introductions. “So, like, what makes you think you know what we need? You ever played a game in your life, or is this just some textbook stuff?”

The tension in the group was immediate, the other players exchanging glances. Even Ted seemed to pause, his usual easygoing demeanor faltering for a split second.

Y/N’s heart thudded in her chest, but she refused to let it show. Instead, she turned to Jamie, meeting his cocky smirk with a steady gaze.

“I’ve worked with athletes who’ve broken records, who’ve pushed past limits they didn’t even know they had,” she said calmly. “So no, I haven’t played professionally, but I’ve helped people like you be better. And from where I’m standing, that’s what matters.”

The smirk faltered for the briefest moment, but Jamie quickly recovered, giving an exaggerated shrug. “Alright, then. Guess we’ll see if you’re as good as you say.”

Y/N didn’t reply, letting the weight of her words linger. Ted, sensing the tension, clapped his hands.

“Well, now that we’ve got the banter out of the way, let’s get back to work, yeah?” He shot Y/N a quick wink. “Welcome to the team.”

The players dispersed, and Y/N followed Ted to the sidelines, her mind racing. The interaction with Jamie had left her both rattled and determined. She wasn’t here to win a popularity contest, but she also wasn’t about to let someone like Jamie Tartt undermine her on her first day.

From her spot on the sidelines, she watched the team go through their drills. Sam’s movements were fluid and precise, a testament to his natural talent and discipline. Dani, on the other hand, played with an almost reckless enthusiasm, his joy infectious even from a distance.

And then there was Jamie.

He moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, every touch of the ball calculated, every pass deliberate. He was undeniably talented, the kind of player who could turn a game around in an instant. But there was something infuriating about the way he carried himself, like he knew exactly how good he was and expected everyone else to bow down to it.

“You alright?” Ted’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

She nodded, though her mind was still buzzing. “Yeah. Just… taking it all in.”

Ted chuckled. “Don’t let Jamie get under your skin. He’s like a cat—he’ll test your patience just to see how far he can push you. But deep down, he’s got a good heart. Somewhere.”

Y/N smiled faintly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As the practice session continued, she found herself observing more than just the players’ skills. She noticed the way Sam encouraged his teammates, how Roy barked orders but also offered quiet nods of approval, and how even Jamie, for all his bravado, seemed to have a natural charisma that drew the others in.

By the time the session ended, Y/N felt a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. She had a long road ahead, but as she looked out at the pitch, she knew one thing for certain—she was ready for it.

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About You | Masterlist | j.t. |

A Completed Series

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you’re publicly feuding with.

Warnings: Lots of cussing. Some angst. Some fluff. Enemies to lovers

A/N: I’ve never written for Jamie before so i hope I do him justice. Enjoy! :)

Prologue

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

Day 8

Day 9

Day 10

Day 11

Day 12

Epilogue

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his smirk…… SPEECHLESS (trans. cr. ryuminating)

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Thank youuuuu❤️

How come Devi is my fav character but also my least fav character? She is so self-destructive and drawn to be popular, but also same ?! Will she finally grow within herself and be happy?

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Idk what this just take it

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North Blue Boys? More like North Blue Nerds >:)

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14 DAYS - KIM SEOKJIN

MASTERLIST

[«] Part 1

[»] Part 3

|pairings| kim seokjin x fem reader

|genre| second-chance, love triangle

|warnings| mentions of divorce, depression, workaholic, alcohol abuse, may contain some sexual scenes, swearing

|rating| PG 16 and over, mdin

|word count| 2.26k

|authors note| please tell me in the comments if I should make a taglist and if you want to be in it!!!! Should I make a seperate story about Kaiya and Namjoon?

PART 2 - DAY 2

"Hello? Yes, I've been holding the line for like 30 minutes now. I wanna order flowers and can you deliver them to a certain place? 10 minutes? Ok, I'll wait." Jin said walking up and down in his apartment, holding the phone to his ear. The flower delivery company is now making him wait another 10 minutes. Jin glances towards Namjoon who's sitting at the counter side-eyeing Jin the whole time. "What? You have a problem?" Jin said angrily towards Namjoon. Namjoon rolled his eyes and said "I get it you want to try and win her over but only giving her presents that she could also buy herself will not make her go back to you."

Jin hesitated for a moment. "But the plan is that I will send her a few nice things and work my way into her heart until she'll finally talk to me again. She has to think about me again first. And if I surprise her with things or do things that will make her think of me than I have a better chance of talking to her again soon. It'll melt her heart and dig up her soft spot for me." Jin said with dedication in his voice which left Namjoon no choice but to disagree. "Thank you again for not telling anyone, especially not Kaiya. I know she hates me." Jin thanked Namjoon. "She doesn't hate you. She just doesn't leave a good word about you at the moment. Let's put it this way."

Namjoon said scratching his head. He knows better than anyone that after Y/N's and Jin's break-up, Kaiya took Y/N's side and isn't on good terms with Jin. Which makes Namjoon very sad considering they all were best friends some day.

"Jin don't you think you should deliver the flowers to her home instead of her office. I think a bouquet would put her in a weird position, considering her co-workers will see it. They'll think she has a new lover again." Namjoon said trying to make Jin listen to him. "That is not a bad idea...No not you. Can I finally order, hello? Yes I would like a bouquet of..." Jin said first trying to answer Namjoon, but then going back to talking to the delivery guy, that thought this whole conversation was about him offering Jin some carnations instead of the ones he ordered. All while walking away from the kitchen to his room. His voice sounding very distant.

Y/N fell into her office chair with a big sigh. After 4 meetings and two marketing conferences, she is very ready to head out of the office for today. But first she needs to sign a few forms, which ties her up in her office chair. At least her office has a great view over the city. Now onto signing. A knock on the door interrupted Y/N's work-flow. Could be Gabriella asking her to look through some documents, Y/N thought. "Come in!" she shouted. A man carrying a huge bouquet of red roses entered the room. "I have a delivery for Y/F/N." The man said. "But I haven't ordered those." Y/N answered him confused. "Someone did." The man said and left the room with out further mention.

At least Y/N did not have to pay for those flowers, wouldn't want to pay for something she didn't order, especially not for a type of flower she doesn't even remotely like. One thing about Y/N is that she hates the ordinary. Like for example red roses, she's never been a roses type of girl. It's too cliche for her liking. But she guessed that the sender might not've known that or her in that case. A little card stuck out of the roses like a sore thumb. The card said 'Roses only for the prettiest business woman I know~J'. Who could J be? It couldn't be Jin, Y/N thought. He wouldn't do that would he? Or is it a part of his weird little plan. Who else was there? Must be Jin...Y/N roller her eyes at this stupid attempt to woo her and paid no further mind to it. What's the point in racking your brains over it? So, she packed up her things and took her roses with her to go home. Kaiya was waiting for her in her apartment. They intended to meet up for today and Kaiya has the keys to Y/N's new home anyway, she's the only one to have them thus far. Kaiya, Namjoon's wife works as an assistant on film set's. That's were Namjoon, Jin and her also met. Jin has been keeping himself busy with small acting roles, it's his passion and he can live off of it. While Namjoon has been a director and cinematograph for some movies, all three of them became friends through work (Namjoon has known Jin since high school too) and Y/N happened to already be Jin's girlfriend since high school.

As Y/N arrived at her destination, her own apartment, a short walk from the office. The first thing she sees is Kaiya, rading her fridge. "Uhm, excuse you? Don't you have your own home with your own fridge? Is Joonie not feeding you?" Y/N said sarcastically. "I do, but Namjoon is on this healthy organic food trip and I'm not up for it. Avocado Toast and feta cheese is everything I get to eat at home. Believe it or not my poop is as green as your wallpaper girl. So you better let me have your chocolate." Kaiya complained. As Kaiya turned towards Y/N, she caught a glimpse of the red roses in Y/N's arms. "Who in the hell is sending you red roses? You sure these are for you?" Kaiya bombarded Y/N with questions instantly. Y/N wished she would've thought about it sooner and hid them instead of now having to be interrogated by Kaiya.

"I don't know, it says the sender's name is J. I don't know a lot of people with the letter J though." Y/N said nonchalantly. "How can you be so calm abou that. You have a secret admirer, baby." Kaiya said, now fully stoked, she wouldn't be as stoked if she knew about Jin's plan. "Why me though. I don't need an admirer. I need a raise." Y/N argued flicking her hair proudly. Kaiya rolled her eyes at her. She has always wished for Y/N to put herself out there again. She wants Y/N to be happy and in love again, for there is more to life than work.

"Work isn't everything." Kaiya said teasingly while throwing herself on the couch. Y/N just shook her head joining Kaiya. Somehow she is still wondering who this J person might be. And why exactly he sent her red roses, the most romantic flowers of them all. Ugh, the bouquet is really pretty but not fitting her interior, which is a white lie, its rather not fitting her personality.

After a few moments of silence, both women scrolling on their phones, their legs crossed over each others, there's suddenly a knock at the door. But not only some knock, a knock that is rather familiar to Y/N. Three short knocks abrubtly after each other, a long pause and one loud knock after that. Only one person that Y/N knows, knocks like that. Jin. It's his signature knock. Y/N hesitates to get up and open the door. Is she ready to face him yet. "You're going to get the door or not?" Kaiya said annoyed. Y/N got up and slapped Kaiya's thigh, which earned her a rough "Hey!" from Kaiya who doesn't even know why Y/N is so flustered right now. It's just a knock. But it isn't, it's a memory.

With shaky hands Y/N turned the door knob and was surprised with an unknown face. Another flower delivery guy. "Hello, Delivery for Mrs. Kim." He said. "I-...Yes that's me." Y/N stuttered, rather shocked. She saw no use in correcting the delivery guy about her name, for it wouldn't be of importance for this young delivery man anyways and adding onto that, the divorce wasn't even finalized. But Y/N would never say that out loud. The man cleared his throat loudly to knock Y/N out of her thoughts and handed her the bouquet, which Y/N just now took a look at. And to her it was just breathtaking. It was an exact replica of her wedding bouquet. A beautiful set of wildflowers that mirror Y/N's personality perfectly. The flowers Jin and her picked on the night before their wedding because Y/N's bouquet broke last minute and she had a mental breakdown calling Jin in tears. A few of these stray tears have specked themselves onto Y/N's eyes, which she blinked away quickly.

Y/N's was fully in trance, looking with awe at the flowers in her hands, she didn't even realize that the delivery guy left and Kaiya was looking over her shoulder at the bouquet. "Wow, two bouquets in one day. This man must really love you then." She said to Y/N, stealing the card out of the bouquet before Y/N could even take a look at it. She gasped and tried to snatch it away from Kaiya. Kaiya just proceeded to run from Y/N, while reading the little letter out loud breathlessly. "To my beautiful wife Y/N ahahaha...wait." Kaiya stopped in her tracks. She was standing on top of the couch frozen in her position, one foot on Y/N's head trying to push her away from herself. "This bastard."

Y/N was not only shocked by Kaiya's choice of words (she's already used to her dirty mouth), but about the fact that her suspicion was true and the flowers actually were from Jin. Which meant that the first flowers couldn't have been from him. The first delivery guy even called her by her maiden name. Jin would be way too petty to call her by her maiden name, to him she still is Mrs. Kim. And the special knock of the second delivery guy was also a sign. It was Jin. The flower choice made it even more obvious. Jin knows her like the back of his hand. She isn't a rose girl. But if these flowers were Jin's, who is J, the one that sent Y/N the roses? Well, that wasn't important right now. More important was to try and tame a wild and angry Kaiya, who is just now calling her own husband and shouting at him.

"No, you listen to me Kim Namjoon. I know you have something to do with this. Or you know something about it. You hang out with Seokjin all the fucking time. Tell me what you fucking know or I'll divorce you right now!...I know how divorces work stop fucking mansplaining!....Shut the fuck up I curse how much I want to. No you stop it. He should leave her alone and sign the damn papers. Is he with you now? At our house! Im coming home and he better be gone!" with that Kaiya hung up on Namjoon and looked over to Y/N. "I'm sorry he's bothering you honey. We'll fix this. Let's concentrate on your secret admirer, huh?" Kaiya said in a baby voice. Y/N just nodded, not trying to argue with Kaiya. It would make her even angrier to know that Y/N actually liked Jin's bouquet better and that she was touched by his memory of their wedding day and bouquet.

"Forget that prick. I'm going now we'll see each other soon. Thank you for the chocolate. I love you bye." Kaiya said angrily ripping Jin's little letter in half and storming out of the door. "Love you. Bye." Y/N whispered to a not-present-anymore Kaiya.

Though Y/N knew Kaiya only wanted to protect her, her curiosity got the best of her and she put the pieces of Jin's letter together and read it.

To my beautiful wife Y/N,

I heard that not only food but also flowers are the way to a woman's heart. That's why I sent you both. I know you may think that I'm trying to bribe my way back to you, but I'm not. I'm just not sure if you're ready to face me again just yet, or if I am ready to face you, without my heart bursting.

Well, anyways. These flowers. Do you remember them? They are like the one's you carried towards the altar at our wedding day. The same one's that Kaiya caught at our wedding day, making her the next one to get married. These flowers are like you. Hard to be tamed and free as a wild mustang. But at the same time beautiful and delicate. That's what I will always see in you, my Y/N.

P.S.: Please don't cry when you see them. I know you are a cry baby.

P.P.S.: Jin 2, Y/N 0.

Indeed, Jin was right. These flowers made Y/N's heart skip a beat. But at the same time, she is still in denial about that as she caught herself smiling while reading the letter. As fast as she did, she shook the smile of and sighed. It just doesn't work like that Jin... Or does it?

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14 DAYS - KIM SEOKJIN

MASTERLIST

[«] Prologue

[»] Part 2

|pairings| kim seokjin x fem reader

|warnings| mentions of divorce, depression, workaholic, alcohol abuse, may contain some sexual scenes, swearing

|genre| second-chance, love triangle

|rating| PG 16 and over, mdin

|word count| 2.9 k

|authors note| please tell me in the comments if I should make a taglist and if you want to be in it!!!!

PART 1 - DAY 1

A busy morning at the Dahyun coffee company...

A young ambitious woman in a grey pantsuit and black Louboutin heels hurries through the crowded lobby towards the elevators. She's being followed by a small blonde, rather perky woman with a stack of important-looking papers and a clipboard in her hand. The small blonde seems to struggle to keep up with the woman in the pantsuit, she is taking big powerful strides to the elevator. "Mrs. Kim, you're meeting with Mr. Jeon was delayed to 1 pm. The contract regarding the Crystal company deal has been signed... and still no answer from your husband or any lawyers he could have consulted regarding the divorce." The small blonde woman said in a hurry keeping up with her mini steps. Both women squeeze themselves through the elevator doors together.

The elevator was completely empty, only the artificial light, a few mirrors and the two women. The taller woman looked in the mirror of the elevator and fixed her hair a little, while the smaller one checked if her lipstick stained her teeth.

"Call Mr. Jeon and tell him I'm the one that delays meetings if necessary, he is the one that wants something from me so I make the appointments. Tell him 12:05 o'clock sharp or there will be no meeting with Dayun and the Jeon company. I have other things to then wait gor a delayed meeting. And thanks Gabriella you're doing your best at the moment really!" Mrs. Kim also known as Y/N to friends and family said. Gabriella nodded her head, which turned into a confused frown. "What about your husband Mrs. Kim? The divorce?". That was the last thing Y/N wanted to talk about during work, but she has to let her personal assistant Gabriella know what she'll have to do regarding the lawyers. "I guess he won't answer, he doesn't talk to me but also doesn't want a divorce?! I don't get men. He is just petty because he doesn't want me to be out of his grasp completely. Ugh, that is so frustrating! I want to get it over with and move on, I'm busy with work and the divorce is just a distraction." Y/N snapped which made Gabriella flinch a little. Y/N could get really intimidating when she is mad, which made her such a good businesswoman. Although it is rather rare that Y/N speaks about her emotions and not about business. She is not a person that opens up a lot, which may or may not have been a huge reason for a divorce. But let's not seek for failure right now.

"I get what you are going through Mrs. Kim. My divorce was such an escapade that my husband refused to sign the papers for like two months straight!" Gabriella said. The lawyers Y/N consulted were recommended to her by Gabriella, who has been through a divorce herself. Or let's say a lot of divorces. This may be her third and she is only 25 years old. "Why did you keep Seonhyuns last name anyway Gabriella?" That's what Y/N always wondered. "With a Korean last name, I have better chances on jobs in Korea too. My resume can't tell them I'm not Korean. So this stupid marriage was good enough for something. I bet you could keep your name too, everyone has called you Mrs. Kim since you started working here." Gabriella said. It's right, Y/N can't remember the time she last has used her maiden name, she's always been Mrs. Kim, maybe it's time to change that. Y/N had to give it to her, this little blonde had some witt.

Y/N thought about that for a minute. Did Jin and I have had as bad of a marriage as Seohyun and Gabriella? The good memories of Jin and her swarmed Y/N's head, eating ice cream at midnight in the park, running up the beach on Jeju Island for their honey moon, but as soon as they came she shook them off. No, Jin does not seem to love her anymore, he ignores her and he sure as hell cannot picture a future with her, so there's no use in beeing married. Y/N is practical like that, she always pictured a husband and maybe someday a baby, but nowadays it is impractical to her, her whole demeanor changed since the unofficial break-up. You see, Jin was happy with how it was and felt pressured to have kids, maybe he even pressured himself to marry her at a young age, Y/N thought to herself, there was bound to be a clash some time. "You know what Gabriella." "What?" " Let's start now and let's start with you, then it will catch on, you'll only call me Ms. Y/L/N from now on". Gabriella thought about that for a minute. "What the hell is a Y/L/N?"

Y/N rolled her eyes as far back into her head as she could. Nevermind, the witt. Gabriella wasn't the brightest star in the sky. "Let's just start with the paperwork. I need some alone time now, just me and my work..." She said sighing and exiting the elevator as soon as she could. Always the workaholic.

Fast forward to the beginning of noon in the Dahyun company office. The head office, which belongs to Y/N, was quiet, just the keyboard of Y/N's computer was noticeable. Y/N wanted to get ready to head to lunch ages ago, but couldn't really get herself to finish work, then Gabriella chimed in. "Mrs. Kim, did you forget about your meeting with Mr. Jeon? You told him 12:05 o'clock sharp and he is here now, a little early might I add." Oh shoot, Y/N totally forgot about the meeting with one of the most important clients of Dahyun company. She has to eat a late lunch today then, although her stomach is grumbling loudly.

Y/N smoothed her pantsuit out and stood up to head to the meeting room. She had no idea what this Mr. Jeon looked like, his assistant only ever talks to her assistant about business so they'll be meeting here for the first time. As Y/N entered the meeting room in all her glory, professionally striding forward with the purpose of shaking hands with Mr. Jeon and his assistant. It was clear that Mr. Jeon has laid not only one but two eyes on her. "Wow, you're definitely not what I expected Mrs. Kim, I am positively surprised may I say." With that Y/N was a bit irritated, it's been a while since a man has commented on her looks but she can also not quite pinpoint if he was even commenting on her looks or if he's just forward like that. "Well Mr. Jeon, what were you expecting?" "To be honest after my assistant told me that Mrs. Kim said I have no right to delay meetings here, I thought you looked like the old lady from the devil wears Prada...but you look more like the curvy supermodel type" Mr. Jeon grinned, a disgusting comment to make, Y/N thought. She hated being commented on her looks, though she loved comments about her smartness and skills. Don't get it wrong, Mr. Jeon wasn't an old guy disgustingly commenting on Y/N's looks and curves. No, he was a young good looking, pretentious rich boy, disgustingly commenting on Y/N's looks and curves. And if Y/N hates something, it is men that are pretentious and arrogant, or men in high positions degrading women in high or low positions. A man that get's what he wants without working for it first is the biggest turn-off for her.

"Ok listen up, Mr. Jeon, because I'll say it once I won't say it again. I bet it feels really nice to inherit a company from your rich daddy and do whatever you want with that dirty mouth of yours because you have power. But I for one worked hard for this job, starting as a freaking barista, taking orders from pretentious fuckers like you. So if you'll excuse me I am here to represent Dahyun and I would like to keep on going with the meeting and not focus on my breasts that you were staring at a minute ago, you arrogant asshole!" Y/N's outburst made Mr. Jeon flinch. The assistants decided to leave the room minutes ago. Not saying that they won't eavesdrop through the door though... Mr. Jeon gave it some time to speak up, but his words were well chosen. "Well, Mrs. Kim you've got it all wrong and I am terribly sorry that we've had this misunderstanding about each other. And that I've been so forward to you, I guess I was fascinated and intimidated by your confidence...I simply wanted to compliment you, maybe even spite you a bit for making me come early to this meeting today. I did not want to come off like a total douchebag. I would rather be a gentleman." Mr. Jeon said carefully, gesturing to Y/N to take a seat and pulling the chair out for her.

Y/N was still very much annoyed with this man and also with not eating lunch, which made her even more angry. Just as Y/N thought Mr. Jeon was done talking about this topic, he began again. "Mrs. Kim I think you are a really good-looking woman and I don't want you to think bad of me..." "Not this again, commenting on my looks... please let's just start talking business." "Let me finish please Mrs. Kim. Doing business with the Jeon company means that Dayun will be part of the big family that the Jeon company is. And as family, I think you should learn a lot more about me, than just assuming things."

Y/N was confused. Family? Does this man really want to mix work and private measures? The Jeon company is one of the biggest and most selling coffee companies in the country and he describes their work ethic as family like. "So, where to start? Maybe with assumption one. I did not inherit the Jeon company rightfully. My family certainly is rich, everybody knows the Jeon family. If you must know though I was not born a Jeon." "What do you mean by that?" Mr. Jeon has caught Y/N's curiosity and she asks him to keep going. "I was adopted. I've lived in an orphanage till I was seven and Mr. and Mrs. Jeon adopted me because their son, who was supposed to inherit the Jeon company died at an early age. They adopted me solely for the purpose of training me to be the next CEO of the company. So with my childhood down the drain here I am being called a pretentious fucker and and arrogant asshole by a beautiful woman that probably worked her ass of to sit in front of me with all her passion, by choice might I add. While I would rather live my life normally, maybe even become a barista, then do this.  Let's talk business now Mrs. Kim."

Y/N was shaken by that. How could he tell such a story while keeping a straight face, as if he was telling her about what he had for breakfast? This man was a mystery but it intrigued Y/N. It intrigued her that he had a purpose that wasn't his, given by his parents, he feels the need to fulfill it. Mysteries were meant to be explored. Y/N had a lot of compassion for him after his story. It seems like he was pushed into the business world without a choice and Y/N chose this cruel world herself. Mr. Jeon put up this facade of the "pretentious fucker" on, because he basically hates his job, but loves his family. That's what he wanted to tell Y/N with his story. Mr. Jeon, also known as Jungkook always dreamed about being an artist and not a businessman. But he had the chance of living a good life because of bis family and that's why he feels the need to pay his dept to them. And pay tribute to his late stepbrother, that his parents lost in a car crash,he never met him, but he shall fulfill his legacy.

So they talked about business, Y/N did not want to poke any further, and turns out Dahyun and the Jeon company might have an agreement. They both discussed shipping costs and further partnership between both enterprises. They noticed how well they work together and how similar their work ethic is. Meaning they may have a chance to merge the companies or design a feature product. Y/N caught herself giggling now and then about Jungkook's stupid jokes, one time he even swiped a piece of stray hair behind her ear. All in a all they kind of clicked.

"Now that we've finished work and you're even laughing at my jokes, I feel like we kind of have a connection." Jeon said. Y/N knew that he was flirting with her. She decided to lean into the flirting atmosphere, it's been ages since a man has flirted with her. "Oh, do you think so Mr. Jeon? What kind of connection?" "Call me Jungkook please...and I am sure you know what kind of connection, the kind where I want to open car doors for you, pull out chairs for you and argue with you over the restaurant bill." He said with a wink. That made Y/N flustered, a man with an eye for the future, how ironic.l. "You do know I'm still..." "Married? Yes, I do, but I heard that you are not with your husband anymore. Rumours spread fast in the industry. It must be hard, I've never been through a divorce myself,had a few break-ups, but nothing this major. I can't imagine how you must feel." Jungkook's words felt genuine to Y/N. "Yes it is really hard... I've always wanted to build a family and I guess he doesn't want to do that with me. That is basically where it went downhill... I'm sorry too much information huh?" "No not all Mrs. Kim, I would actually like to hear you talk more. Oh god that sounds weird." "No not at all! Please call me Y/N. I try to also go by my maiden name Y/L/N again." Y/N was hesitant to go on a first-name basis with him, but he was quick to over it so she went with it. "Such a beautiful name. Y/N if you need anyone to talk to, non-business related. I'm here and if you are all sorted out and have had time to figure everything out I would love to take you out some time..." Jungkook told her a little hesitant. He knows how to use his charm, Y/N thought to herself... She also liked that he gave her the opportunity to choose when, and considered that she might need some time. He may be a good guy. "Now you go get lunch please because I could hear your stomach grumbling for like an hour now. Eat well! I'll see you very soon Y/N!" Y/N watched him leave and swooned a little, but quickly got back to work.

After a few hours there was a knock at the door.

"Uhm- excuse me, Mrs. Kim?" It was Gabriella knocking on the door, probably wanting to remind her to eat something. "Yes come in" Gabriella came in with a big bag of McDonald's and what looked like a strawberry milkshake.

"I didn't order anything?" Y/N said. "Yes, about that, some anonymous person ordered it for you there is a note attached to the milkshake...Eat well, Mrs. Kim!" With that Gabriella left. The anonymous sender made Y/N very suspicious. What if it was someone that wanted to hurt her? The envelope said 'To Y/N ❤️ ', so it might be a secret admirer. Maybe it is Jungkook because he said some things about her grumbling stomach. But why would he send her something at all and this fast?

The letter said:

To my beautiful wife,

I know it's nearly 3 pm and I bet my last pair of clean underwear that you haven't eaten. It is your favorite, McDonald's and it's not a bribe...

I know you want to divorce me and I could beg you on my knees now to give me a second chance, but you wouldn't. You've always been that hard-headed. I've had the fear for a while now that you might have fallen out of love with me. I will just say it straight away, the divorce will not happen on my side and as far as I know you, a  stone-cold businesswoman, I want to make a deal with you. I will make you fall in love with me again within the next 14 days, if it is the case by the end, we'll not divorce. If I do not accomplish that, I'll sign the papers and you win. Deal?

P.S.: This is day one by the way and I know that the food made you smile, don't deny it. Jin 1, Y/N 0.

And he was right...it made her smile.

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MASTERLIST 14 DAYS

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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1 4 DAYS - KIM SEOKJIN

Jin and Y/N have been married since they were eighteen. Now, for about two months, they don't even sleep in the same bed anymore. Y/N is a hard-working woman, trying her hardest to gain a higher position in the company she works in, and seems to not find any time for love anymore. Jin is different, he is rather consistent with his low-wage job, always thinking that there is more to life than work. Y/N and Jin used to be very free-spirited, but as they grew up Y/N wanted to have a family and grow old together with Jin. Jin was not keen on growing up just yet, adulthood scared him and he decided to distance himself more and more from Y/N. Somehow Y/N decided to plunge herself into work. And Jin is now alone in an empty bed, regretting his decisions, drowning his problems in alcohol.

MASTERLIST

Prologue

Part 1 [»]

| pairing | kim seokjin x female reader

| genre | second-chance, love triangle

| warnings | maybe smut, mentions of divorce, depression, excessive alcohol use

| rating | PG 13-16

| word count | 1.1 k

| authors note | my ff are also on wattpad, pls don't steal my stories or give credits if you're inspired.

P r o l o g u e

Slamming his fist on the bar in front of him, he drunkenly shouts for another glass of whatever liquor he has been devouring for the last two hours. The barkeeper threw him an annoyed look, but slid him another glass of cheap whiskey with three ice cubes swimming on the surface. As fast as the glass was served, it was gone. The barkeeper shot the man a surprised, but also disgusted look, not asking any further though. "I'm married. To a beautiful, intelligent woman. Believe it or not." the man slurred. "Sure you are" said the barkeeper, clearly not believing the drunk, disheveled man. "I don't usually drink this much, but it has been a rough few months you know..." the drunk trailed off. The barkeeper only shook his head and tended to different people on the other end of the bar. "Pff, I thought barkeepers had to listen to their guest. That is literally their job. Asshole." the man mumbled to himself.

He was actually supposed to meet his friend Namjoon here, but he seemed to be running late. Right now though he couldn't care less. He is in his feelings and drowns them in alcohol after the events that displayed this morning.

Flashback to this morning

Jin could actually pull himself together this morning and even got out of bed to take a shower. The bed he used to share with her. Everything in this godforsaken apartment reminds him of her. He decided it was time for him to eat something, so he went to the fridge and was greeted by emptiness. "I guess I'll have ramen again..." with a sigh he began to put the kettle on waiting for the water to boil. Suddenly a thought came to his mind that he has not looked into the mail for very long. Jin has called in sick from work for the past few weeks, he would usually look into the mail on his way there, well he hasn't looked at it in a while. With all the mail that was built up in his mailbox, he headed back inside to sort through it. Advertisements. Bills. More Advertisements. A letter from a law firm? Has he forgotten to pay for his parking tickets or something? As he opened it and skimmed through the letters everything seemed to move in slow motion. His heart started beating really loud in his ears and his lungs stopped pumping the air through. A divorce. She wants a divorce...

Flashback end

Jin gets slapped into reality by his friend Namjoon, who has arrived and bumped his shoulder, while squeezing onto the barstool next to him. "I'm so sorry I'm late Jin, work was hell today," Namjoon said, already ready to rant about his busy day. He ordered a martini and turned to Jin again, realizing his friend was in some kind of delirium. "I guess you've had enough to drink huh?"

"She wants a divorce. She hates me" Jin suddenly cried into Namjoon's shoulder. His whole demeanor changed and his drunken state made him emotional and weak. Namjoon hated to see his friend like that, but he knew it was coming for him. They have known each other for almost seven years now and he has never seen his friend that broken. Y/N and Jin were high school sweethearts and got married at an early age. Namjoon and his wife got married rather early too, but they are still together. He had to watch how Jin and Y/N slowly distanced each other from one another and he had a good view of both sides because Y/N already told his wife that she's ready to move ob from Jin. It hurt him too, they're both his best friends after all. "I...I don't know what to say. Wasn't it foreseeable? I mean you don't live together anymore and you both got very distant...it was just a matter of time that she cut ties completely. Matter of fact you're not even together I think." Namjoon said hesitantly.

It was really just a matter of time. Y/N, Jin's soon-to-be ex-wife, has always been such a hard-working person. She wanted to have a great job and then get married and have children. Jin was rather scared of growing old and having kids. He lived an inconsistent life and liked to have fun with his friends. He never saw himself as a father figure, maybe because he never had one growing up, or maybe because he was scared of losing his youth. That is basically how the arguments between the two of them started. The distancing from each other followed suit. Y/N decided to bury herself in her work, with no work-life balance whatsoever. And Jin decided to distance himself from Rory and concentrate on himself. Which led to Rory renting an apartment closer to her workplace two months ago and Jin, just now, realizing what he's done. Or what he's done wrong.

As soon as Y/N left with her last suitcase, Jin knew he was in deep shit. The love of his life just left out of the door and took his heart with her. And that feeling is shit, believe it. "I need her." Jin sighed. "Well, you're realizing that pretty soon...". Namjoon said sarcastically. He wasn't on anyone's side during this break-up. He knew Jin and Y/N since forever, they were the ones to introduce him to his now-wife. Kaiya, Namjoon's wife is Y/N's best friend and is obviously the biased one in this situation. Namjoon decided to stay impartial, but he silently wishes for them to get back together anyway.

"Namjoon, I'm going to get her back. This divorce will not happen. Y/N will not slip through my fingers again!" Jin shouted ambitiously. Namjoon looked around a little embarrassed, they were in public after all. "And how exactly will you do that? Do you even know if she loves you anymore?" Namjoon said.

That stung Jin's heart more than a little. He had to sit down on his barstool again. Does she even love him anymore? Has Y/N fallen out of love? Jin's confidence went from 100 to 0 very fast. "I still love her... I even remember the first time I said it to her" Back in Highschool they had two Calculus classes together and Jin wanted to talk to her so he made a dumb pick-up line and it actually worked on her. He asked her "Are you the square root of minus one? Because you're unreal!" And she laughed so much. It is a dear memory that he wishes to remember for ever. Remembering. Remember? Remember!!! She has to remember her love for him! Jin jumped out of his seat again. "If she does not love me now, I simply have to remind her of her love for me. I will make her fall in love with me all over again. I will make it up to her and give her the life she deserves." He said almost stumbling over his own words. "I guess that could work if we would live in a romance novel or something. This is real life Jin." Namjoon answered.

"Give me 14 days and the divorce will not happen. I will have the love of my life back in my arms. You'll see Namjoon, you'll be the godfather of our children! 14 DAYS!!!" Jin screamed while running out of the bar stumbling a little, straight to where his apartment is, that he used to share with Y/N.

"Shit, I'm going to have to pay this bastard's bill now..." Poor Namjoon.

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C O M I N G S O O N

A small Kim Seokjin AU Fanfiction

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OUR FARM - KTH. PART 1

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MASTERLIST

× paring: kim taehyung x reader (female reader)

x warnings: mentions of death, grief, workaholic behaviour, flirting, in some chapters (maybe) smut but I'll give a warning

x genre: slow-burn, farm life, coming of age, AU

x rating: maybe some explicit scenes, minors dni

x word count: 2k

x inspiration: The Hannah Montana Movie

x teaser: Y/N is the adopted daughter of a farmers couple. She lives in the big city now and is the head of a fashion label. One day she receives bad news that her parents died in a car crash and that she is now the owner of the farm her parents left behind. Now a journey of healing and learning to love begins....

P A R T 1

The door of my driver's vehicle opens for me and I step out, walking straight to the glass doors with golden framing of one of the biggest skyscrapers in the city. It is the entrance to my company building. My stiletto heals click in a smooth rythm above the marble floor that lead to the front desk and elevators. A few of my employees bow and greet me, some gave me pityful looks, knowing that I'm still mourning my late parents death. Arriving at the entrance I greet our absent-minded front desk lady, Ashley, she's bored out of her mind as ever. "Hello Ashley, do you happen to know my schedule for today." I asked her gracefully. She just looked at me wide-eyed and bewildered. Then she began to rummage through a stack of papers and shrugged her shoulder's at me popping a bubble of gum. A few angry words wanted to leave my mouth this instant, but a steady hand on my shoulder calmed me down.

"First of all, you need to look through the old collections and compare them. Then's the meeting with your parents notary and after that we need to talk about the new collection asap. Dior is going to one up us if we dont release a teaser for our new collection soon. The press is also onto us and wants a statement on your absence." It was Namjoon, my assistant and secretary, he rambled to me about my schedule while pressing a coffee into my hand. All while talking to each other we walked towards the elevator and rode to the 30th floor, which was my office floor. What would I do without this clumsy but organized man?

"Namjoon I have no clue what we should do." I said in a torn up voice. Namjoon looked at me and pushed up his glasses. "Well, we could hire a few stars to promote the collection. Maybe even make a short film about it or do something scandalous. I bet if we do that our new collection will get more attention than Gucci's or Versace's." He nodded towards me. "That's the problem Namjoon. There's is no new collection. I have nothing. No ideas. No sketches. Nothing. Nada." I told him truthfully. Namjoon stopped in his tracks, throwing his hands on my mouth. "Psssshhhh" he shushed me and dragged me into the nearest office, which happened to be mine. He closed the door and violently pulled down the blinds, so that no one walking by my office could see us. "Have you gone mad? Oh my god are you in your Andy Warhol phase?" he exaggerated. "No. Namjoon, oh my god stop exaggerating! I've just been so drained of creativity and energy since...you know, since it happened." I said in a weak voice. Namjoon's gaze softened and he gave me a soft hug. "Why did you even shush me and drag me in here?" I asked confused by the sudden location change.

He proceeded to look around nervously. "If anyone hears that you have no ideas for the next collection, we'll be ruined. The public will hear about it and soon the press too. They'll call you a worn-out designer. The company will be in trouble and the employees will lose trust in you and some of them may or may not consider to leave us. Gucci and Dior have offered some of our employees a better deal, most of them stayed out of sheer respect for you and your grief." He explained. He's right, it all depends on the new collection. "Namjoon, I will find a solution. You're absolutely right, no one can know about this. Although if they want to leave us they are unloyal petty bitches anyway so--" Namjoon shoved me in my big office chair without any further words to my sentence before.

"What can I do to inspire you?" Namjoon said, more to himself than to me, while roughly massaging my shoulders. I shoo him away and he starts pacing up and down in my office,making me quiet nervous actually. "Namjoon stop pacing! I'm going insane." "Sorry, that's how I think best."

While Namjoon is in his thought-zone I began to read through the archive of my old collections and started to compare them to each other. Crossing out what has already been done. Also doing a bit of research on what is defined as fashionable right now and what the competition is up to. I've always been a low-key designer. Never one to attend a lot of gala's or fashion shows. I always wanted to make affordable clothes, but somehow my label got a lot bigger and way more high-end than I intended it to be. It did bother me a little in the beginning, but it had its perks beeing a high-end fashion designer. One of them is the creative freedom I have, while also being my own boss and head of my company. It comes with a lot of cons too though. Considering that I have zero to no free time usually.

"How about a power-suit collection for women. Let's hop onto the equality and female rights train. We make a whole collection consisting of power suits in neon and bright colors or maybe patterned." I said springing out of my seat on my desk, very excited about said idea. "Gucci and even Zara already did that honey. Vogue made a whole article about it." Namjoon said in a sassy voice shaking his head left to right. "Ugh, I'm clueless." I told him while sinking into my seat again.

"What if we create a coat collection. A faux fur coat collection." I uttered. Namjoon looked equally excited as me and asked: "In unnatural colors? Like pink, green and yellow? Neon fur coats?" "Yeah, that's exactly my idea? Omg how did you know?" I ushered excited with a smile on my face. Namjoon's smile fell and he rolled his eyes. "Because we already did that two years ago. Cardi B wore it to the Met Gala. Remember?" He said annoyed. "Oh yeah right. I designed that." I answered disappointed. Namjoon looked exhausted. It wasn't always easy with me... "It'll come to me. I will give you the perfect idea tomorrow morning. Deal?"

Namjoon looked at me sceptical, but put his hand out anyways as to say "Deal".

With a rather awkward smile I kept on going with my day and greeted the employees. I was never good at hiding secrets, especially not when these secrets could cost them their job.

As I walked through the corridors I received the message from Namjoon that I need to attend the meeting with my parents notary, that I oh-so dreaded to attend. Decisions were to be made about my parents belongings and about what they've inherited me. I was mentally prepared to be the one to clear out their house if something might happen, because I'm their only child, but never for that...

The notary, a very good-looking man called Kim Seokjin, scattered his papers around my desk and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for your loss, Ms. Y/L/N. I'm gonna ask you some questions now, just for formality." He said. As a grieving person, this sentence is nothing but a formality itself aswell, it doesn't help you recover from the death of your loved-ones. But I'm thankful for him being this considerate thusfar, so I nodded in acknowledgement. "Your parents were Y/M/N and Y/F/N, farmers on the southside of the outlands? Is that right?" I nodded again. Not daring to say a word. Mr. Kim sighed. "Miss, I'm not here to take something from you. I am the person that enforces your parents will. You don't have to be scared at all. Any questions or anything you'll need help with, I'm here." Mr. Kim gave me a heart-warming smile and held my hand in his for a few seconds which made me breathe a relieving breath. "Ok let's go on Mr. Kim, I'm ready."

"Ms. Y/L/N, I assume your parents adopted you?" Mr. Kim asked cautiously. I released a small laugh and said "Does it really matter, they are my only real parents. I was an accident and my biological parents decided to give me up. These people raised me." Maybe I got a little too defensive, but right now it is a sensitive topic to me. Because knowing what's on the line for me, I would really want some keepsakes to remember my parents. Maybe something small, like clothes from my mom or my dads old watch.

"I'll just get right to the point. You parents inherited you, their only child, the farm and the whole property." Mr. Kim said with a straight face. My coffee mug fell to the ground with a loud clash. Coffee spilling everywhere. I guess it was loud enough to alert Namjoon. He stormed into the room with a look of concern. "Everything alright in here?" His eyes widening as he saw the coffee mug and my shocked face. "I'm gonna clean that up." He said and ran away to get cleaning supplies. Namjoon has always been a neat person and also very clumsy, so for him it nearly is a daily task to clean up messes. But he couldn't help me clean up the mess that is my life right now.

I woke up from my deep thoughts because Mr. Kim put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and asked me if I was okay. I just nodded.

Mr. Kim took a seat again and cleared his throat, probably to get my full attention. Folding his hands up on the table he looked at me. I couldn't decipher his look. Maybe pity? Anyways, I couldn't keep the farm even if I wanted to. I have to handle a company. Fashion Week is about to happen and I have enough stress in the city to just move up to the outskirts right now. It just couldn't happen, how could I possibly turn my life upside down.

"We have two options now, Miss. And I say We because I'll be there for you along the way, that is my duty and my job." He said. "Either you inherit the farm or we have to give it up for sale. Which would make the people of the bank really happy as they have been luring over this peace of land." Oh god, I'm not mentally stable enough to make such a decision. "What would the bank do with the farm?" I asked, basically already knowing the answer. "They would tear it down and build something on it, a shopping center, parking space, anything capitalistic." Mr. Kim and I met a few times before. He knew my parents well and has spent a week or two at our farm with his family. He has always been an honest person (so my father told me) and somehow has had a soft spot for our family since forever. "It would be a shame you know..." He said, his business voice now totally gone. He's speaking from his heart.

"A total shame to give up this beautiful farm. In the end it is your decision. But I know it was your parents dream and it is a peace of you. I will await your decision. I can only give you till tomorrow. I think this might help." He ushered a sheet of paper towards me. It was a letter in my fathers handwriting. Mr. Kim bowed and showed himself out, while I just looked at the last words my parents will ever address to me.

"Dearest Y/N,

If you read this, we'll probably be gone, but Nick/Name don't cry, you'll always be our baby. We know it will be hard for you, to live without us. Just as it would be hard for us without you. Of course we know that you are very busy. Our daughter the CEO and fashion designer of your own brand. We are so unbelievably proud. We still want you to inherit the farm, because you are the only one we trust with it. We wouldn't want you to give everything in your life up for the farm. Maybe you'll find a balance or a solution. You are our smart daughter. The bank has been on our backs, trying to buy the land from us, but we'll do anything to keep our dream alive. It still is the place we're you grew up. We'll fight for it. Please don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do...in the end you'll do the right thing.

We love you forever and always

Mom and Dad"

I know exactly what I need to do....

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MASTERLIST OUR FARM

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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OUR FARM - KTH. PROLOGUE

» Part 1

MASTERLIST

× paring: kim taehyung x reader (female reader)

x warnings: mentions of death, grief, workaholic behaviour, flirting, in some chapters (maybe) smut but I'll give a warning

x genre: slow-burn, farm life, coming of age, AU

x rating: maybe some explicit scenes, minors dni

x word count: 954

x inspiration: The Hannah Montana Movie

x teaser: Y/N is the adopted daughter of a farmers couple. She lives in the big city now and is the head of a fashion label. One day she receives bad news that her parents died in a car crash and that she is now the owner of the farm her parents left behind. Now a journey of healing and learning to love begins....

P R O L O G U E

"Love is the greatest healing power I know. Love can heal even the deepest and most painful memories because love brings the light of understanding to the darkest corners of our hearts and minds..." -Louise Hay

Time heals all wounds. That's what they say. In my case the wounds are very fresh. It hurts, and hiding in my bed under my blanket like a kid won't make it any better, I know that I still do it though. But that's what grief does to you, you simply don't care anymore. Although it's been a month, the loss of my parents, the people that chose me, that adopted me and gave me a better life, is unforgettable and tears up my heart ever since it happened.

They died in a car crash, while driving up from their farm towards the big city I live in, they wanted to see me for summer break. Although they are not my birth parents, they are my only parents. The only people that ever took care of me, they chose me and they made me the person I am. Now they are gone and I don't know what to do with my life anymore. It's like everything lost its order, all food lost its taste, every sight lost its color. It felt like my life has been accompanied by joyful music since the day they adopted me as a 6-year-old and it stopped since I received the news about their death a month ago. Such a tasteless, silent, monotone life its been now.

While soiling in my own misery, my work cellphone rang. It played my mom's favorite song, 'Castle On The Hill' by Ed Sheeran, the tune made me think she is calling me, but that's just because the song reminds me of her. Why is it even the tune of my work phone anyways? I guess I just wanted to be reminded of them while working all the time. Although I am kind of a workaholic, this time I just thought about letting it ring, but then I figured that I should answer because it might just be my assistant Namjoon wondering when I will return to work. I run a fashion label called Purple™ in the city and what can I say, I've been kind of slacking off since a month, because dealing with grief is just too much. But me being the head of the company requires me being there and doing what a boss does. So I got myself together, wiped a few tears and picked up the phone. "Y/N? It's Namjoon" he said carefully. "Hello Namjoon..." I sighed. Word got around fast and the people at work now know that their cold-hearted boss is griefing. I'm second guessing that they may have lost a little respect for me, because I just vanished after what happened. I really needed that time, although it was not psychologically good for me to lock myself in my apartment and rely on my best friend Hoseok to deliver food to me now and then.

"I'll be really blunt with you Y/N...we need you back. People are going crazy here because we need the new collection ready by the end of September and our CEO and main designer just vanished for a month. I know you are griefing Y/N, but maybe work will get your mind off of that for a moment." Namjoon told me with a concerned voice. There was a long silence. "Y/N? Are you still there?"

I sighed a long sigh and wiped a few stray tears away. "The collection will be ready by then, tell everyone not to worry. I have everything under control. I come into work tomorrow. See you then, bye." I quickly said and hung up, too scared that my once steady voice might crack.

After a few minutes the phone rang again, disturbing me in my misery and playing said ringtone again. What does he want now, I said I'll be there?! "Namjoon I hate to tell you this but you're getting on my nerves. I'll be there by tomorrow!" I spat angrily into the phone. "Ms. Y/L/N? This is Mr. Kim Seokjin, the notary and lawyer of your parents. Did you expect a ca from someone else I can hang up and-" a different voice than Namjoon's said through the phone. "Oh my god I am so sorry, my assistant keeps calling me and...You know what, that's unimportant right now. What did you want to talk about?" I said in hasty voice, too embarrassed by this incident in which I shouted at some random man through the phone. It is official, I am done with this life.

"Ms. Y/L/N, I would rather discuss your late parents inheritance personally with you than on the phone. Is tomorrow at 12  o'clock okay? Maybe at your office, for I've noticed that you'll be there tomorrow anyways." He said in a teasing voice. "Yes sure, tomorrow at twelve is fine by me. I will check with my assistant and text you if I'm free. Do you know the address?" I asked him unsure. There was a laugh and then he said "I guess it is rather easy to find the highest skyscraper in thus city. I'm familiar with your company, but who isn't Miss." I was unsure on how I should answer to this statement so I just thanked him and told him we'll see each other tomorrow and hung up.

I'm wondering what he is on about. I couldn't remember that my parents even decided to make a will or wanted to pass something on after they die. My parents were 'live in the moment' kind of people and never planned that far in advance. But now I guess they did plan ahead.

So I texted Namjoon and he sets everything up for tomorrow. I have a feeling I'll be in for a suprise.