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jamietwat · 2 months

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Jamie and Roy spending ridiculous amounts of time together and Phoebe knowing about it definitely means that Jamie’s around Phoebe a lot more in the off-season when she’s off school and Roy’s off work but still being Jamie’s personal trainer for free (and she definitely likes bossing Jamie around just as much as Roy does and finds the ridiculous shit Roy makes him do hilarious)

And you know that thing where kids love to randomly go watch this, I can do a somersault or want to see me do a cartwheel? and then you just have to awkwardly stand there and be like wow whether they actually can do them or not (and sometimes several times in a row have to try to think of something new to say the fifth time they do the exact same thing and then look to you for a reaction)

I’m just saying at some point they’re in some park and Phoebe definitely pulls a look how good I’m getting at cart wheels, Uncle Roy! around Jamie at some point and while Roy just stands there like 🧍‍♂️ and gives compliments that gradually get more and more deadpan and debates turning it into saying how much more impressive that is than anything Jamie’s done all morning but he doesn’t because he’s 90% sure that would just lead to Jamie getting all indignant and competitive and proving he can cartwheel too as if Roy isn’t already annoyingly aware of that from when he was dying trying to keep up with Jamie in Amsterdam while he was cartwheeling and practically skipping

But obviously Roy not saying anything doesn’t matter anyway and Jamie turns it into being like watch this to Phoebe and cartwheeling too and turning to Roy after like well go on, tell me how good I am at that too

Roy deadpans somehow it’s far less impressive watching a grown man cartwheel for attention. It’s just sad, really

But Jamie isn’t offended at all and just shoots Roy an obnoxious smirk and insists you’re just saying that because you know you couldn’t do one. Even trying would probably end with you needing a hip replacement or something

But before Roy can even properly argue or say something bitchy back, Jamie’s turning back to Phoebe with a how about this then? But even though it’s her he asks, it’s Roy he looks to the moment he finishes running a few steps and doing a one-handed cartwheel

And Jamie’s like well now are you impressed??? And god, Roy resents that he is and he could make a dig about how useless of a skill it was as an adult and how that wouldn’t accomplish anything on the pitch and he’d just look like one of the kids that picks flowers on the pitch instead of playing or even paying attention to where the ball is, but instead he rolls his eyes and says yeah okay

And Jamie beams but he doesn’t have time to properly gloat and give Roy shit because Phoebe’s already bossing him around telling him that he has to teach her how to do that too

#I’ve been debating putting this in one of my fics for months and still may #Meanwhile if Keeley saw Jamie cartwheel for attention and praise she’d be like I never know what to do when a grown man does a cartwheel in #front of me…#Keeley would be underwhelmed watching Jamie do a cartwheel but also 100% would attempt one and join in if Phoebe asked her to #Phoebe definitely got into football because of Roy #But I could also see her getting into gymnastics too because of Jamie indulging her and being just as eager to do the same little kid tricks #And then she sees someone else on the team do a flip showing off and them all arguing over whether they could do a flip too if they tried #And attempting with various results and she’s like well I want to be able to do a flip too and talks her mom #into signing her up for gymnastics and then talks Jamie’s ear off about her gymnastics class and the little kid tea from it because he’s #sure to match her energy and buy into it like he always does #Roy Kent #Jamie Tartt #Phoebe O’Sullivan #Ted Lasso #RoyJamie #Mine #I don’t have the energy or brainpower to reread this as usual so enjoy the typos and whatever autocorrect changes things too 😂

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atorionsbelt · 10 months

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i love the idea of phoebe through the years — her mum being the most supportive of her passions / exploration in expressing herself — while the escalating series of these experiments leave football legend roy kent progressively questioning his sanity. especially when it comes to one particularly pesky influence called jamie tartt. “what on earth has happened to your eyebrows?” “it’s fashion, uncle roy! uncle jamie had a slit in his all the time! didn’t you like it?” and as much as roy loves the little prick, and that look on him, he needs an extra long yoga session that day. “i didn’t tell her to do it! swear! c’mon babe, it’ll grow back.” and embarrassingly enough for roy, it doesn’t take much to forgive jamie these days. especially with that face. but the afternoon in which phoebe shows up home from school with an undercut, hot pink streaks, a miniscule stick-and-poke tattoo, and a nose piercing — eyes searching eagerly for their reaction — jamie predictably responds “i fuckin love it!” and roy surrenders. because now there’s two of them, giving him that look. unfortunately his own grunt of “yeah… like a fucking rockstar.” is easier to say than he’d ever prefer to admit.

#came to me in a vision #i love making things up <3 #domestic future au ahh #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #phoebe kent #phoebe o’sullivan #royjamie #roy x jamie #jamie x roy #jamieroy #op #ted lasso fic #my writing

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lady-of-the-spirit · 9 months

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Do you ever think about two of Phoebe's top three favourite holidays being all about Roy. Do you ever think about how much this little girl loves Roy. Do you ever just cry.

#[tears streaming down my face] yeah me neither #roy you are so loved #roy kent #phoebe kent #phoebe o’sullivan #ted lasso #i'm saying stuff

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jamietarttsnorthernattitude · 5 months

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I just put two and two together. The Higgins' son the priest? His name is Lindsay and he's very liberal.

Jason's sister the former nun turned mystic/spiritual teacher ? Her name is Lindsay.

A lot of characters are named after loved ones of show members! Off the top of my head (some I just assume based on the names):

Keeley Jones -> Keeley Hazell (Bex and writer)

Ms. (Leann) Bowen -> Leann Bowen (writer/producer)

Phoebe O’Sullivan -> Phoebe Walsh (Jane and writer)

Jamie Tartt -> Jamie Lee (writer)

Declan Cockburn -> Olivia (Cockburn) Wilde

Jan Maas -> Saskia Mass CEO of Boom Chicago

Sam Obisanya -> Sam Richardson (Edwin Akufo)

Jane Payne -> Jane Becker (producer)

Henry Lasso -> Henry Lawrence (co-creator Joe Lawrence's son)

Will Kitman -> William Lawrence (co-creator Joe Lawrence's son)

O’Brien, De Maat, Goodman, Kukoc are also named after family and friends or as tributes.

Bonus HC: Ms. Bowen is played by Ruth Bradley, so it keeps alive my thought of Roy’s sister being named Ruth.

#ted lasso #lindsay higgins #ted lasso character names #ask box is always open #jamiepoptartt #Keeley Jones #keeley hazell #Jamie Tartt #sam obisanya #phoebe o’sullivan #jan maas #jane payne #Henry lasso #will kitman #declan cockburn #sam richardson #ms bowen

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swiftietartt · 9 months

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oooooh concussion!jamie i am looking (i don't go there but i am always down for a good concussion fic >:3 )

hehehe, here’s a snippet i shared for a wip-wednesday!

and here’s another snippet just for you 🤲

“This is so stupid.” Jamie finds himself pouting, as Keeley, Phoebe and Sofia arrange for breakfast in the kitchen—Roy left, once again, to babysit.

“Hm?”

“Can’t watch TV.” Jamie expounds, “Can’t use me phone, can’t listen to music. Bein’ awake hurts, but m’not really tired, and m’not really hungry, and I can’t play for…” He pauses, looking to Roy suddenly distraught, “…How long can’t I play for?”

“A couple weeks.”

Jamie whines, sinking deeper into the couch, “I feel like a baby.”

“Well, now you’ve got a colouring book.” Roy offers.

“Great.” Jamie sighs, hanging his head, but Roy knows his frustration isn’t aimed at Phoebe’s kindness, “…And everyone watched me concuss myself?”

Roy nods.

Jamie toys idly with a loose thread on the blanket, “Fuck me, honestly.”

“Shit happens.” Roy shrugs.

“Yeah, but now Ted’s gonna make me wear, like, one of those fucking rugby helmets—and it’s gonna fuck up me hair, and totally ruin the vibe.”

Roy snorts, “No one made me wear headgear after my concussion.”

“Yeah, but…it's Ted.” Jamie argues, “And your head was fucked anyway.”

Roy, against his better instincts, lets the bitchy comment slide.

“I didn’t even get a concussion in, like, a cool way.”

Roy hums then, “This is quite the fucking pity party you’ve thrown yourself.”

ask me about my wips here!

#ted lasso #my writing #tag game #roy kent #jamie tartt #royjamie #keeley jones #phoebe o’sullivan #roy kent’s sister #sofia kent

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walnutmistjamie · 7 months

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Ted doing headers with the kids and getting kicked in the face by Phoebe — requested by anon

#tedlassogif #god bless phoebe #she is the best #'good job phoebe' 👏#phoebe o’sullivan #roy kent #ted lasso #*mine: gifs

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based-and-rinpilled · 11 months

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Rewatching Ted Lasso and on the scene where Roy talks to Phoebe and

“A veterinarian for wild animals—I still don’t understand how that works”

….Do y’all not have national parks over there? /gen

#tl #ted lasso #roy kent #phoebe o’sullivan #she speaks yet they say nothing

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jamietwat · 7 months

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Thinking about when Roy was giving Rebecca advice and he asked Phoebe if she wanted to come to his podiatrist appointment later and she was like yes please and how he and Phoebe both share the who cares where you’re going or what you’re doing if it’s with someone you love thing and how Roy would have react the same way if Keeley had had a podiatrist appointment and invited him to come with her

Like it was played off as a funny ‘look how excited kids are for little things’ moment but then there’s Roy Kent grown ass man with a reputation of being too tough and cool to be excited over shit and yet he would happily accompany his girlfriend literally anywhere and be excited to be invited along because he’s so in love with her and would spend every second of his day with her if he could without a second thought

#Roy Kent #Phoebe O’Sullivan #Keeley Jones #Ted Lasso #Roy x Keeley #Mine

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 6 months

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It's Flawless, Really Something

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirting, a pervy parent, non-academic activities in the classroom

2.6k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

“Did you save me that biscuit?”

Roy Kent leaned forward, hands on the plastic table, and smiled at you. His eyes were bright, and his black leather jacket hugged him deliciously; he was perfect, you thought. Stupidly, ridiculously, wonderfully perfect.

“Only if you’ve got exact change,” you managed to joke, holding out your outstretched hand.

Roy looked surprised at your teasing reply. Surprised, but also pleased. After your talk with Leanne, you’d made the terrifying decision that you were going to flirt with Roy Kent. You liked him, you knew that much. He clearly liked you, at least a little. And if he was ever going to ask him out, he, like any other man, needed a little encouragement.

With a content chuckle, the coach reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of quid, definitely more than the cost of one chocolate chip cookie. He pressed the money into your hand, curling your fingers into a fist as his warm grip lingered.

Despite your immediately wavering bravery, you held his gaze, not caring that he could probably see the way you gulped at his touch. “That’s a little too much, Coach,” you hummed.

“Consider the rest a tip,” he answered, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. “For exemplary service.” He tilted his head at you. “How long’re you here for? Do they let you take a break, or do I need to call the union?”

“Maybe another half hour and then I’m pretty much done.” You smiled, not caring that there were students, and parents, and other teachers flittering around. “Why? You want to buy me a lemonade or something?”

He shrugged and picked up a chocolate chip cookie. “Or something,” he echoed with a wink. “Have fun.”

You watched unabashedly as he walked away, to where his sister and Phoebe were waiting for him. He handed the cookie to a bouncy Phoebe, while his sister waggled her eyebrows at him. Roy gave his sister a shove before glancing back at you, his smile widening when he caught you staring.

As you were wondering whether Leanne would kill you if you left her alone, Mrs. Seling rushed over mischief all over her face.

“Teresa’s dog got sick,” she said in place of a greeting. “We need someone in the dunk tank, just for twenty minutes until it’s Mrs. Halpern’s turn. Can you do it?”

Shit. The damn dunk tank. Every year, teachers brokered deals and offered bribes to avoid having a shift on the stupid thing, treating it like the torture chamber it was. The water was gross and weirdly warm. The air was freezing cold when you were soaked. Students lined up in droves to try to dunk their teacher into the water, and, worse, dads lined up to see the results.

Of course, Lee chose that moment to absolutely betray you and busy herself with selling brownies to a student’s grandmother, leaving you only able to smile weakly at Karen and mumble, “I guess.”

So, there you sat, hating the fact that you’d chosen today to wear a light-colored shirt to go with your jeans, but thankful for the fact that your students had terrible aim. Phoebe O’Sullivan stood among the gaggle of children who were desperate to see you fall into the tub of water that you tried not to think too hard about; her uncle stood not far, eyebrows raised in amusement, trying not to think too hard about how you’d look once you got dunked.

Normally, Roy thought of you as cute, pretty, adorable. An absolute distraction. But the thought of you in a soaked shirt, material clinging to your body… fuck, he needed to get his thoughts under control. After all, he hadn’t asked you out yet, hadn’t kissed you yet. But fucking hell, his mind was racing as he tried not to turn into a teenage boy with fantasies of a beautiful teacher in a wet t-shirt.

“Uncle Roy, you should try!”

Phoebe’s little voice dragged him out of his increasingly adult thoughts. “Hmm?” He stared at the ball in his niece’s outstretched hand, quickly comprehending what she’d just said. “Oh. Sure.”

He stepped up after watching one of Phoebe’s classmates throw a very wild pitch. Your eyes found his, carrying a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. He knew he could hit that stupid red target; he was a retired athlete, after all. A flick of his wrist, and you’d be soaked from head to toe.

But he saw the way Jack Price’s dad was leering at you, the way that fucker always did when his wife wasn’t around. And he felt that tightness in his chest again, the tightness he’d had that day at the zoo when he watched that skeeze put his hand on your shoulder. No way was Roy going to let slime see his personal fantasy.

Besides, you’d probably appreciate Roy not dunking you, right? It’d be rather gentlemanly. And you seemed like the type that wanted a gentleman. And Roy wanted to be what you wanted.

So, he gently tossed the ball, shrugging at you when it hit the backboard instead of the target.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, warming away that tightness in his chest. The relief and gratitude on your face was worth looking like he couldn’t throw a damn ball, as well as the fifty pence the ball had cost.

As he pondered how he could leverage his chivalrous gesture to finally ask you on a date, someone tapped his shoulder.

Jack Price’s dad smiled at him, that stupid, sharkish smile, tossing a ball up and down. “Guess you’re not as good at pitching as kicking, hmm?” he joked, as if they were the kind of people who joked with each other. “Watch and learn.”

Your gasp was sharp as you felt the bench disappear from under you and were instantly underwater. Dammit. You’d almost made it the full twenty minutes dry as a bone. Fucking Mr. Price and his fucking cricket hobby. You came back up rapidly, cheeks burning as the kids cheered on the sight of seeing their beloved teacher soaked.

To add insult to injury, Mrs. Halpern stood beside the dunk tank, ready to take your place. You clambered out of the dunk tank, shivering in the approaching evening air. All you wanted to do now was go home, shower, and put on your warmest pajamas. Never mind letting Roy Kent buy you a lemonade. You were cold, wet, and, admittedly, a little embarrassed by the way your shirt clung to your skin.

But you grabbed your things and put on that fake smile for your students who giggled over your misfortune and tried to make a speedy exit. Unfortunately, Mr. Price slowed down your plans.

“No hard feelings, right?” he hummed, eyes everywhere but your face. “It’s for a good cause, after all.”

Instinctively, you crossed your arms, attempting to hide as much as you could. “Of course,” you murmured, making a pathetic attempt to sidestep him.

He blocked your path, eyeing your figure. “Need help with those wet clothes?” he whispered as his hand landed on your shoulder, the way it had at the zoo.

“Oi.”

As you shrugged off Mr. Price’s hand, Roy Kent approached, peeling off his leather jacket. “You must be fucking cold,” he mumbled. Pointedly ignoring Jack’s dad, he wrapped the jacket around your shoulders. “How about that lemonade?”

“Thanks,” you sighed as Mr. Price scampered away. “But I should probably head home. Need a shower after being in that thing.” As you spoke, you did your best to ignore the feeling of Roy Kent’s jacket hugging you, enveloping you in the scent of whatever wonderful cologne he was wearing, a cologne he’d picked out in the hopes of bumping into you today.

“Sorry the jacket’s not more comfortable,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you can just give it back to me Monday. Keep you warm on your way home.”

You shook your head. “I have a sweatshirt in my classroom. I can just throw that on.” Seeing the slight disappointment in his brown eyes, you swayed forward slightly, batting your eyes at him- something you weren’t sure you’d ever done. “Walk me to my classroom?”

There was that smile. That fucking smile, the one that was bright enough to make you forget Roy Kent’s infamous rage, the perfect smile you wanted to kiss right off his bearded face. He kept on smiling as the two of you slipped away from the fall festival.

He liked seeing you in his jacket. It was just big enough to look cozy wrapped around your shoulders, and he cherished the way you tugged it tightly around yourself. Admittedly, he was a big jealous of the way his jacket got to be wrapped around you. He wondered if it would smell like you when he got it back; probably like the dunk tank water, unfortunately. Maybe he could offer it to you again sometime. Maybe even after a date.

You quickly unlocked your classroom and led Roy in, trying not to flinch when you heard the door close, silencing the already distant sounds of the festival. Neither of you bothered with the lights, instead letting the last of the sun softly illuminate the classroom. Roy followed you to your desk, wondering if you wanted him to leave or stay, and hoping beyond hope that it was the latter.

“Oh, here.” You slipped off his jacket and handed it to him. “Thanks again, Coach. Very chivalrous of you.” Your smile was probably the most confident he’d seen, playful and teasing. It was probably his favorite smile.

“Any fucking time,” he breathed. He was fighting so fucking hard not to stare at you. He knew he wasn’t a married dad like Mr. Price or the others, and he was pretty sure you liked the way he stared at you- but still. He didn’t want to be grouped with them, a creep who ogled you like a piece of meat.

But fuck, you were making it hard. That shirt clung to you like it wanted you even more than Roy did, flaunting the body you usually covered with cute dresses and jean jackets- a body Roy really liked. You pulled your dripping hair up in a clip you found on your desk, exposing a neck that Roy was sure would look great with a few marks on it. And you gazed up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, as if you were going to ask him a question.

He cleared his throat. “You headin’ home after you grab your sweater?”

You nodded absently. “Probably.” You took a tiny step back, hitting the edge of your desk. “You sticking around?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m with, uh, my sister and Pheebs.” Despite his best efforts, his eyes wandered. Fuck. “Sorry,” he muttered, wincing when he realized how obvious it was; he might as well be drooling.

You cocked your head at him. “For what?”

He shook his head, ears burning with shame and, if he was being really honest, desire. “For fucking…. Staring.” He made himself look you in the eye, which was somehow worse. “’m sorry.”

To his surprise, you smiled. “Don’t be. I… I like it when you stare.”

“Do you?” His voice was quiet, as if he thought being any louder would scare you off. “Why?”

You shrugged and hopped up onto your desk. “Because it’s you,” you said simply. Feeling dizzy from the way Roy looked at you, you reached out and touched his hand, grazing his skin with the tip of your finger. “You’re… you’re the kind of guy a girl likes to have staring.”

There it was. Since the first day of school, when he saw you in your little white sneakers and jean jacket, he’d been waiting for a clear sign that you were just as infatuated as he felt. And now, in your dark classroom, with your eyebrows raised and your hand on his and your lip caught between your teeth, Roy finally had his fucking sign.

He took a step forward and settled himself between your knees. Watching you carefully, he put his hands on your waist, digging his fingers into the soaking material of your shirt. You tilted your face towards him, finally giving him permission to do the one thing he’d been desperate to do since the moment you met.

Your lips were soft, even softer than Roy had let himself imagine. He had often wondered what kind of ChapStick he watched you apply on warm afternoons; cherry, he realized. Fucking cherry. For the rest of his life, he knew, whenever he tasted cherry, he’d be thrown back to this moment, kissing the pretty teacher in her classroom, amazed that someone so sweet would kiss someone so fucking miserable.

And kiss him you did. You brought your hands to the back of his head, pressing your chest flush against his. His hands fisted at your shirt, tugging it up a little so his fingertips could brush over your soft skin, still wet from the dunk tank, but quickly heating up as you deepened the kiss. Roy let you take the lead; he waited until your lips parted to open his own mouth, and your tongue was the first one to tentatively flick against his.

He groaned softly into your mouth and let one hand cup your face, thumb caressing your heated cheek. He could get used to this, Roy thought. Used to your cherry-flavored kisses and hands in his hair and body pressed against his, and used to your sweet smiles and shy giggles and bright eyes. He wondered briefly what other things he could look forward to getting used to.

“We,” you huffed into the kiss. “We should go before-” Your breath hitched as Roy’s mouth wandered to your jaw. “-before someone sees us.”

He sighed against your skin. You were right. Roy knew you were fucking right. This was a school. You were in your classroom. As exciting and tempting as it was to keep going, he needed to respect that. After harshly pressing his lips to yours one more time, he pulled back.

“Let me take you out,” he all but begged. “On a fucking proper date.”

Your smile was brilliant. “That would be lovely, Coach.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, the hand on your waist giving you a gentle squeeze. “I think you can call me Roy now.”

“Right.” You giggled, that adorable bashfulness returning, somehow even more endearing now. “That would be lovely, Roy.”

Fucking hell, his name sounded good coming out of your mouth. It sounded so good he couldn’t help pulling you in for another kiss, a slow, tender one.

“Any chance you’re free tonight?” he breathed.

You nodded. “I just need to go home. Shower away the dunk tank.”

Roy did his best not to let his mind wander to that shower. “Right. Right.” He cleared his throat. “And I’ve got to drop my sister and Phoebe at home. Think I could come around at eight?” He kissed your jaw. “We could go get a drink. I can stare at you some more.”

“Sounds perfect.” With a teasing shove to Roy’s chest, you hopped down from the desk and grabbed your sweatshirt from where it hung over your chair, quickly pulling it over your head.

The two of you ambled out of the classroom wearing matching grins and blushes. It was a good thing your classroom was clear across campus from the festival, because it was painfully obvious that the two of you had just been pawing at each other.

“Be ready at eight,” Roy hummed, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And get ready to be stared at all night.”

“Looking forward to it.” You leaned forward and kissed his lips quickly. “See you in a bit, Coach.”

Roy growled at you, a playful, sexy sound.

Your laugh warmed his chest. “Roy,” you corrected as you squeezed his hand. “See you in a bit Roy.”

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ofstarsandvibranium · 4 months

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I’m loving your Jamie stuff 🥺 could you do 133 never stop smiling? But like reader says it to him? 😮‍💨🤍

You’re sitting on a bench beside Roy while you and he watch Jamie and Phoebe kick a football back and forth on the Richmond green.

You’re smiling as you watch Jamie coaching the young girl on different moves.

“The prick’s pretty good with her,” Roy grumbles and nods towards Jamie.

You hum, “Yeah. He’s so great with kids.”

“YEEEAAAH!” You both look back to the Green and see Jamie jumping up and down, “ AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!! PHOEBE O’SULLIVAN, SECOND BEST STRIKER OUT THERE!” Jamie hollers running around the Green with Phoebe following him.

The two of them run up to you and Roy, slightly out of breath.

“I’m hungry, Uncle Roy,” Phoebe says before chugging down her water.

“Right. Let’s eat then,” Toy stands and gestures to you two, “You comin’?”

You shake your head, “Nah. Go ahead. We’ll see you around.”

Roy salutes you and Phoebe waves goodbye to you and Jamie.

Jamie’s smiling wide as he waves back at the young girl. You’re smiling at him when he looks at you, “What?”

“I love your smile. Never stop smiling.”

Jamie wraps his arm around you and kisses your head, “Hard not to smile when you’re around, yeah?”

You pull him in for a kiss and he gladly kisses you back, “Love you, Jaims,” you mumble against his lips.

“I love ya more, babes,” he mumbles back before kissing you again.

#Jamie Tartt x reader #Jamie Tartt x GN!reader #GN!reader #gender neutral!reader

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