#jamie tartt x dani rojas

[theironribcage]

Yet another Jamie Tartt and Dani Rojas drawing 🥰💛

[headoverheelss]

I find myself funny sometimes but sneak peek of my next chapter in my fanfic I’d beg you on my knees to stay

[russmindjk20]

Sims 4 nonsense

so, @cherish--these--times and @biscuitboxpink were chatting with me about the sims 4, because when you want a ship to become cannon, you make it in the sims. Hope it’s alright to tag the two of you but I’m here to show off the family!

The Lasso’s are up first! We have Rebecca, Sarah, Henry, Ted and Freddy with Cash the corgi. (Henry named it)

I then did the Kent’s because Rebecca obviously needs her best friend! We have Roscoe the dog and Dauphine the cat with Phoebe, Roy, Keeley and little Ethan! He was not planned whoops. To bring it in, we have Ruth!

One more!! We have Jamie and Dani with their puppy Pebbles and Smokey the cat! I’d love to give them a kid but let them not start fires first, they clearly can’t cook.

Most of these are done by me! Some are from the gallery of course

[two-aces]

A little ficlet of Two Aces because why not:

Jamie hasn’t ever had a real sleepover before, even as a kid. Sure, he’s shared a hotel room with his teammates and spent the night with all kinds of guys and girls when he’d lived his bachelor days, but he’s never had a real, honest-to-god sleepover until Dani invites him over out of the blue, just a week after Jamie has returned to the team.

He’s the only one invited, and surprises himself by agreeing. He is nervous, and doesn’t know what he’s supposed to bring with him, but he doesn’t have anyone that he can text to ask about it. So he overpacks a bit, probably. In hindsight, three duffels feels a bit like it could’ve been overkill. Dani doesn’t even seem fazed, thankfully, and leads Jamie through the apartment he’s renting with full enthusiasm. He doesn’t know what to expect, and for the most part it’s just like any other team hangout of days past, but between just the pair of them. Dani even shares a fruity sort of wine that smells a bit like one of mummy’s old perfumes. There’s nostalgia in every corner of the room, which is strange for a place that Jamie has never been before—like the whole flat is a familiar sort of foreign. The wine makes him a bit softer around the edges, he thinks, because he doesn’t even feel bad that Dani has beat him in all six Mario cart races they’ve played, despite his competitive drive to dominate. Maybe he’s getting used to the idea of them being equals. Maybe it’s just because it’s Dani.

He can’t be sure. All he knows is that it feels really fucking good to hang out with someone who seems to genuinely like him enough to do this slumber party bullshit with him. He hadn’t known it would feel this good to be lying on the carpet of his teammates living room with the couch pressed against the far side of the wall and a ridiculous mess of a blanket fort sheltering them from the overhead light.

He’s never met anyone who is as open with affection as Dani Rojas, and it’s easy to let himself get picked up and dragged into its undercurrent. They split a shitty frozen meal from the team trainer, legs folded up on the floor and heads bent close together so that they don’t knock the delicate canopy down around them. They’re sharing food and breath and it’s intoxicating the way a mere flicker of Dani’s smile goes straight to Jamie’s head.

They wake up still on the floor with half of the blanket roof hanging down over their legs. Foregoing furniture had been a bad idea, but the payoff of seeing Dani laugh his way to full wakefulness is something he thinks he wouldn’t trade back for anything. Sure, they’ll have to put in extra stretches and maybe consult the physio about the tighter muscles, but if that’s the price he’d pay it ten times over.

Dani makes him breakfast—he’s only ever had Keeley cook for him before, and she’s shit with a kitchen. Well, not entirely; they’d put the expensive marble island to good use, hadn’t they? But then his brain collages the two and he has the image of leaning Dani over that same table. His elbow slips with the shock of the mental image and he nearly drops his fork. Had been a fucking lovely image, and he’d definitely have to revisit that in greater detail some time, but it’s kind of impossible to do that when the said star of his imagination is nodding his head to the faint radio play of a song Jamie can’t understand and stirring his breakfast for him.

They spend a lazy morning together, lounging on the couch they’ve pushed back to the center of the living room. They don’t even talk much, sat on opposite ends so their feet touch on the middle cushion and Jamie’s toenail grazes the edge of Dani’s ankle bone. Dani carries a load of darks fresh from the dryer and Jamie automatically sets to the easy task of folding them with him. Its kind of nice, being all domestic and shit. Dani throws a tee shirt at him when Jamie makes a stupid joke, and Jamie retaliates by putting it on. It’s still warm and big in the shoulders on Jamie, but Dani laughs and doesn’t ask him to take it off. That makes his stomach flutter and he has to drag his mind away from the fantasy of shoving the clothes aside and having him right there on the couch.

They take a lap around the complex when the sun rises a bit higher, trading a pair of AirPods so that they can choose each others music. When they get back to Dani’s flat he asks Jamie to add some of the songs he’d chosen onto his phone—just hands it over like he’d trust Jamie with his life and everything in it.

He doesn’t go through Dani’s photos even though he can. He adds the desired songs to the already packed Spotify playlist and simply hands it back to him. Dani beams and pockets it. Doesn’t even check if Jamie has snooped through his messages or nothing. He’s so fucking trusting that it makes Jamie hope nobody ever takes advantage of it—some kind of protective instinct he’d have expected of Roy or Ted or someone. Fucking Richmond is making him soft, and he can’t stop smiling for the life of him.

When he does leave Dani’s place and parks his car in the driveway, he is slow to actually get out and head inside. Like part of him is still back in that kitchen and he’s watching the sun stream in through Dani’s dark eyelashes over cold eggs. The house is silent when he goes inside. Too big, too, but he’s always kind of felt that way about it. He’d hoped by indulging in so much excess he would get used to it faster. Really, it only makes coming back from days like these feel lonelier.

His phone chimes. When he swipes it open there is an Instagram alert and he follows it to the photo carousel that Dani has posted from their night. They’d taken several selfies throughout, and there’s two posted where they’ve got ridiculous filters on their faces to look like they’ve got inflated lips and ridiculously long foreheads. The last one is the only one that Jamie hadn’t noticed him take; it’s of Jamie folding up one of the blankets with a look so soft and smitten that he has to click away for a bit. He’d been wearing Dani’s tee shirt. Nobody else would know if they saw it, but Jamie knew, and he fiddles the collar instinctively and tugs it up to his nose. Smells like his own sweat, mostly, but the detergent scent lingers just below that.

Dani’s tagged him in all of the pictures of them both, and captioned it ‘A wonderful night in with mi amigo! Thank you for keeping me company @/StrikerJamie’. There’s a series of emojis that follow it, but Jamie is focused in on the single red heart next to the fucking sunglasses and football emoji. His cheeks are probably the exact same hue.

They look like a proper couple, if he tries to see it that way, which he isn’t. One friendly sleepover does not a romance make. Besides that, he’s so enamored just by being Dani’s friend that he thinks he’d like to hold onto that for a while before he thinks of pursuing anything else. So he scrolls Insta for a bit longer and secretly stalks the tumblr account that posts all his best photos and outfits, glad to see that they’ve immediately reposted Dani’s images of them both and have deemed them ‘okay but nobody told them they had any right to look that hot tho’. Hell, yeah, they’re fucking hot. Could sell out magazines if they teamed up, like. They could do real fucking numbers. Full, eat-your-heart-out-Kim-Kardashian numbers.

So he does something a bit stupid, perhaps. A little reckless, a little hopeful, a lot nervous. He has been out of Dani’s company for going three hours, and he has just sent him a text message that reads, ‘Oi, I owe you a good bottle of red after last night. Needed that, but let’s sleep in an actual bed next time. What do you say? Sleepover at mine?’

Dani sends him a thumbs up emoji and several yellow smiley faces. And a single red heart.

Jamie has a feeling that this will not be the last of their shared nights, and puts his phone into the pocket of Dani’s borrowed shirt, entirely unable to wipe the warm smile from his face.

[sunshinesbouquet]

here we are once again (can't get out, can't get in)

Jamie keeps going to sleep and waking up in new places (worlds, universes, dimensions—). The only thing that doesn't change: in each and every new reality he finds himself in, him and Dani are together. As in, together, together.

But that probably doesn't mean anything.

Right?

-

(Two Aces multiverse fic no one asked for.)

[happygirl2oo2]

[caslutz]

Ted Lasso Text Posts: Part #8 (AFC Himbo’s version)

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

[richmondsafc]

So a footballer can have two beautiful women but a beautiful woman can’t have two footballers?? Cowards.

[smoshyourheadin]

Hello!! I’d like to request Rebecca Welton x reader. Basically reader is just SUPER oblivious, like Rebecca’s trying everything. Giving flowers, taking reader on dates that reader thinks are just friendly, even the whole team and everyone knows except reader

Happy ending ofc! But maybe Rebecca gets annoyed with reader & thinks reader doesn’t like her in that way and readers super confused and shows up to her house or smth idk and then boom whole confession.

This was really long and all over the place I’m sorry😓

properly this time

pairing: rebecca welton x f! reader

a/n: STOP I ADORE THIS REQUEST and also first ted lasso req yay!! also also i’m SO sorry for the lack of posting!! i’ve been kinda burnt out as of recent BUT hopefully i should be back on a regular-ish basis soon :-) ily all 🫶🫶

rebecca welton had never been one to shy away from challenges. as the owner of afc richmond, she tackled everything from skeptical board members to spirited fans. but there was one challenge that had her completely stumped: you.

you, with your bright smile and genuine kindness, had unknowingly captured rebecca's heart. she had tried everything to show her feelings, but you remained blissfully oblivious.

it started with flowers. rebecca sent you an elegant bouquet of your favorite flowers, along with a card that read, "thinking of you. - rebecca." you thanked her with a smile, saying how thoughtful she was and how much you loved having fresh flowers in your office. she hoped you might pick up on the hint, but you seemed to take it as a friendly gesture.

next, she invited you out for dinner. a candle-lit table at one of the finest restaurants in town, where the two of you shared an exquisite meal and deep conversation. as rebecca looked into your eyes, she felt sure that this would be the moment you realized her intentions. but when you hugged her goodbye and thanked her for the "great friendly evening," she knew her subtle hints were not getting through.

the team started to notice too. keeley pulled her aside one day and asked, "so, any progress with you-know-who?" to which rebecca sighed, shaking her head. even the players were catching on, often giving you knowing looks when you two were together. but you remained completely unaware of the undercurrent of affection in her gestures.

one day, after yet another failed attempt at getting through to you, rebecca finally reached her breaking point. she invited you to her house for dinner, hoping that a more intimate setting would help you understand her feelings. but when you arrived, you greeted her with the same cheerful smile, completely missing the nervous tension in her eyes.

as the evening progressed, she grew more frustrated. you chatted happily about your day, blissfully unaware of the turmoil she was experiencing. finally, rebecca couldn't take it anymore.

"do you like me?" she blurted out, interrupting your story about a funny incident at training with dani.

you blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. "of course, i do. you're one of my best friends."

"no," rebecca said, her voice shaking slightly. "i mean, do you like me more than that? romantically?"

the room fell silent as you processed her words. realization dawned on your face, and you felt a rush of emotions. how had you missed all the signs? the flowers, the dinners, the lingering touches - it all made sense now.

"oh my god, rebecca," you said, standing up and moving closer to her. "i had no idea. i'm so sorry i was so clueless."

rebecca looked at you, hope and vulnerability in her eyes. "so, what do you think? do you feel the same way?"

you reached out and took her hands in yours. "i do. i really do. i just didn't realize... i didn't see it."

rebecca let out a relieved laugh, pulling you into a tight hug. "you have no idea how happy that makes me," she whispered into your hair.

you pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. "can we start over? properly this time?"

rebecca smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "i’d like that very much."

from that moment on, there was no more confusion. you and rebecca were finally on the same page, ready to embark on a new chapter together, hand in hand.

[elloras]

[headoverheelss]

POV: Me who has only ever played basketball her whole life and some volleyball, trying to understand football so I can write this fic with out sounding like an idiot.

[russmindjk20]

I put the Ted Lasso cast in the sims, it’s not going well

Jamie started 2 fires, Dani has started 1. They are now scared of fire. This game never fails to make me laugh

[two-aces]

And another one 💛

[sunshinesbouquet]

take me away, sunray

"D'you think we might've broken like a Guinness World Record or somethin'?"

The sun is scorching, burning Jamie's shoulders through his shirt as they walk down the cobblestone path. Dani only seems to find the heat comforting, stubbornly holding onto Jamie's hand even though their palms are all sweaty now.

"A world record? For what?"

Jamie lowers his sunglasses a little, smirking. "Most bathrooms defiled."

-

(Two Aces on a cute little summer vacay together!)

[manwholovescabins]

the two aces boyfriendism in this ep… unmatched

[rqgnarok]

Hello! I loved your Jamie Tartt angst and would love more angst that leaves you hurt but resolves itself (I’m too mushy for things ending at angst) maybe self sabotage? I feel like season two Jamie would be good at that since he does want to be better but doesn’t fully believe in himself. Or Jamie is still into Keeley and reader likes Jamie and is icing out Jamie to protect their self? Literally anything there is a Jamie angst deficit 😩 mwah <3

hi anon! sorry it took me so long, school and then writer's block kicked my ass. full disclosure, i didn't read this after i wrote it so sorry for any mistakes! enjoy <3

“Thought you left.”

You close your eyes in despair, thankful at least that Jamie can’t see you. You’d been sure your escape had been a subtle one but here he was– the very person you were trying to avoid following you to the balcony on the less crowded side of the restaurant.

You didn’t think he’d notice. He hadn’t yet– looked at you or talked to you since he came into the team event with Keeley wrapped around his arm, looking gorgeous and worthy of his attention. She had smiled at you, genuinely happy to see you, which made this whole thing entirely more ridiculous. 

You’d thought this was a date. After replaying the interaction between you and Jamie for the umpteenth time, you’ve come to the conclusion that your own excitement blinded you to the reality of it all. When Jamie had asked, all nonchalant without making eye contact, if the PR team would be at the annual team dinner in a non working capacity, you’d let yourself imagine something you couldn’t have only to be left a fool. 

Well. Here you are now, paying the price.  

“Just needed a second,” you try to sound like there’s a smile gracing your lips despite how close you are to tears, but won’t look back to meet Jamie’s eye. He settles at your side soon enough, hands in the pockets of his suit while yours remain gripping the railing, hoping for a full breath that just won’t reach your lungs. “There’s a lot of people in there.”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” he says, hitting the nail on the head regarding your anxiety in crowded places. There’s a reason you work behind the camera, making other people look good while getting to stay away from the limelight. “It’s just the team, right? You’re okay with us.”

You can’t help but agree, even if it sounds a little miserable. “Yeah.”

Jamie doesn’t follow up and you find yourselves enveloped by the silence and the sounds of the street life underneath you. Cars passing by, people chatting and talking, the whistle of the air as it threads through your clothes and bites at your skin. 

“Are you cold?” he asks when you shiver, shifting to take off his jacket and wrap it around your shoulders. You really wish he wouldn’t, stopping him before he can.

“I’m fine,” your voice betrays you and breaks, and you don’t have to look at Jamie to know he’s looking at you now, urgently searching for a sign of discomfort. “I’ll go back in a minute, yeah? I’m right behind you.”

“I don’t mind,” he says, surer than anything else he’s said so far. There’s a steel to his voice now that he’s realized you’re not fine at all, willing to protect you even from yourself. “I like keeping you company.”

“Jamie–” 

“Are you alright?” you have to, you have to look at him, and there’s a furrow to his brow that frames his face so, so nicely. Eyes wide and concerned, one of his hands leaves his pocket to reach for you. He says, softer. “You’re crying.”

“Am not,” you say peluntantly, because you’re not. Not yet at least. You’re cold and tired in your fancy attire and fancier shoes, but you’re not crying. You won’t until you’re in the safety of your apartment, away from the people who care about you. “I’m okay, Jamie, please go back inside.”

“Love,” he says knowingly, tilting his head. His searching hand, after a moment too long of hesitation, touches your cheek. He’s frowning still. You wish he didn’t look so handsome doing so. “We’ve barely talked tonight. I was hoping…”

He drifts off when a loud laugh from inside catches him off guard, quickly retreating back to himself and digging his hand back into his pocket, taking a step back from you. 

It’s such a terrible sequence of events in such a short amount of time that it makes you laugh, a sharp sound that surprises Jamie as much as it seems to hurt him. “I–” he begins, then cuts himself off. 

It dawns on you that this might not be the first time Jamie has been rendered speechless, but it is the first time you’ve seen him scared. 

“It’s fine,” you say. And it’s not. It’s not, but– “I’ll see you later, okay?”

You turn back into the night and wait one, two, five arduous seconds in which Jamie doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself before you hear his steps begin to retreat. Breathing out, you think the worst is over until he speaks, “you look beautiful tonight.”

He stutters. “Always, y’know, but tonight. You do. You do.”

“Can we… can I see you? Before you go?” he wonders.He calls your name when you don’t take the bait, frustration coating his tone. “Come on, I’m tryin’ here, sweetheart. What do you want from me?”

“Nothing,” you say, soft, so soft you’re sure he doesn’t hear it. “Nothing, Jamie.”

“Okay,” he says. Then– “I’ve been tryin’ to ask you out for over a month and you won’t let me.”

You want to be angry, but the statement only makes you sad. “Go back to your date.”

Jamie splutters in disbelief. “What?”

“Keeley’s probably wondering where you are,” it sounds accusing even to your own ears, and you hate it. You never intended to get him into trouble or bother him with your feelings for him. “Go back to your date, Jay.”

“That’s not– she’s not–” he blabbers. “Love, please–”

Isaac and Dani, drunk out of their minds, crash into the balcony to wrap their arms around Jamie, too out of it to notice your distress or that you’re even there. They call his name to the melody of Baby Shark, loud and basked in laughter. 

“Ayo, lover boy!” Isaac barks, wiggling his brows suggestively. “Your girl’s lookin’ all over for you! I think she’s ready to go home if you know what I mean.”

“Fuck off,” Jamie snaps, thoroughly upset but barely heard above Dani’s teasing ohhhhh. “Can’t you see I–”

You abruptly turn, barely sparing them a look as you excuse yourself meekly, voice wet and hushed. Jamie tries and fails to hold onto you, calling your name. You only feel the brush of his fingertips on your bare elbow as you escape his grip and leave him behind.