#dani x jamie fanfic

[jamiespoppinss]

chapter 15 of the pool cleaning au is up (after a ridiculously long wait - sorry!)

#pool cleaning au #dani and jamie #dani and jamie fanfic #dani x jamie #dani x jamie fanfic #the haunting of bly manor

[colour-outside-the-liness]

The latest chapter of MoU is up!! Sorry for the long wait on it folks

#dani and jamie #dani and jamie fanfic #dani and jamie fic #dani and jamie bly manor #damie #damie fanfic #damie fic #damie bly manor #dani x jamie fanfic #dani x jamie fic #dani x jamie bly manor #dani clayton #dani bly manor #jamie taylor #jamie bly manor #thobm fanfic #thobm fic #the vow au #the vow au fic

[skinnywalker]

Teaser: the team's partner (richmond players x gn reader)

"Wait... you haven't met them yet!?! Really!?"

Ted shrugs.

"Nope but I've heard of them a lot, why is that such a bug deal?"

Roy starred amazed.

"They are the team's partner. Like everyone on the team loves them and half of them wants to date them."

Ted blinks, he face is in-between confused and laughter.

"Really?"

"Really. You should see what happens when the whole team is with them."

"You know what? I think thats a great idea."

#ted lasso being ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #sam obisanya x reader #dani rojas x reader #jamie tartt x reader #roy kent x reader #richmond #afc richmond

[burnthoneydrops]

Home for the Holidays (s.o. x reader)

pairing: sam obisanya x reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none? let me know if i missed anything! (not proofread haha)

a/n: a little christmas post for my favourite boy! I got a little carried away with this and basing it off the christmas special from season 2 but I hope you enjoy!!

“I thought you were spending Christmas with your mom,” Ted comments as you sit in his office, a semi-pitying look from both him and Keeley making you want to cover your face in your festive jumper. 

“She picked Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day so to the hospital she goes,” you reply, twirling your phone in your hands. 

“What about your sister?” Nate asks from his perched position. 

“Her girlfriend invited her on a surprise trip to Paris until the end of the month. She invited me to come after but it felt weird y’know?” 

“Damn, where’s she been hiding that money?” Coach Beard asks. 

“No idea. My sister says she’s good at investing or something but I also have a sneaking suspicion she’s a nepo baby”. The group in the room do a collective ‘ah’ in understanding. Keeley asks about Sam, to which you explain that he doesn’t celebrate Christmas and since the relationship was relatively new, you didn’t want to scare him off with how intensely your mum and your sister love to celebrate. That was before you found out neither of them were going to be there of course.

Ted looks to Coach Beard, asking what he’s doing for Christmas. 

“I thought you two broke up?” Keeley asks as he announces that he and Jane are going to a pagan tradition at Stonehenge. 

“We did, but we bought the tickets before we broke up so we’re going as friends,” he replies with slight distaste. 

“Well that’ll be….what about you Higgins?” Ted changes the subject. 

“We open presents and then host a party for any members of the team who don’t have a place to go on Christmas. We usually get about two but Ted and Y/N, you’re more than welcome”. 

“I appreciate the offer Higgie Smalls but once Henry wakes up in,” Ted checks his phone, “about an hour, he wants to open presents together and spend the whole day on FaceTime”. 

Higgins looks at you for your response. You nod, a small smile on your face, “yeah, sounds like it could be fun. Thanks Higgins”. 

After the boys had finished their Secret Santa exchange, you wait for Sam out in the hallway of the facility, saying hi to the other players that walked past and getting a high five from both Colin and Isaac. Sam was second to last to leave, still slinging his coat over his shoulders as he and Dani walked out together. 

“So I will see you at Higgins’ house later mi amigo?” Dani asks Sam, who nods and gives him a firm handshake before they bump chests, both with big smiles on their faces. 

“Ay I got invited to that too,” you smile at the two boys as Sam grabs your hand to walk to his car. 

“I thought you were spending the day with your mum and sister?” Sam asks, looking down at you with scrunched eyebrows.

Your face falls as you realise you hadn’t told him. You quickly apologise, explaining that because work had been so busy the past few days, you thought you had told Sam that your family was going to be gone, but apparently that was not the case. He is quick to shush your apology, claiming that it’s fine because now the two of you will get to spend your favourite holiday together after all. 

“I guess that means we could head over to your place for a bit before we go to the Higgins’?” you look across at Sam as he starts the car, but he is quick to shut it down. 

“Do you not want to get changed before we head over? I can drop you off at your home and pick you up when you are ready,” he replies, looking straight at the road. “Besides, I have a dish I need to pick up as a housewarming present”. 

“Oh,” you slump, a little defeated, “ok”. 

Getting ready for the party did not take nearly as long as it felt like Sam had expected, as it took him forever to respond to your ‘I’m ready!’ text. Something felt weird about the whole ordeal but you push it off, wanting to enjoy your favourite day with some of your favourite people. By the time Sam pulls up in front of your house, you’d checked your makeup a million times in the mirror, made sure you’d unplugged your curling iron about the same amount, and was watching cat TikToks when the doorbell rang. “You look lovely my love,” Sam compliments as you open the door. You thank him, holding out your hand for him to take before you close and lock your door, making sure not to trip on the front steps. 

The drive to the Higgins house is short, meaning you two are still somehow early for the event. It comes as a relief, though, when they open the door, as Sam had informed you in the car that he was in desperate need of the restroom. You hold back a laugh as the smallest of the Higgins boys answers the door, and you and Sam both look down with a little ‘hello’ and a wave. You take the dish from Sam as he enters the house first, but Higgins is soon to join you both, showing you two to the living room where all the appetisers had been laid out. 

“What a wonderful spread,” you compliment, to which his wife Julie replies with a thank you and a large smile. As Higgins asks what Christmas makes Sam think of, to which you can’t help but laugh again as you know the answer, Julie offers you a glass of wine (which you gladly accept). 

“Colonisation,” Sam replies, “but I am more than happy to celebrate the day with you. It’s Y/N’s favourite holiday anyway, so it won’t be my last,” he smiles at you. “We also have some friends in Lagos who celebrate with jollof rice and goat meat, so I made you some”. You hand the dish to Higgins, who looks sceptical. 

“But don’t worry, I used chicken,” Sam clarifies. 

“Thank God,” Higgins mutters, looking down at the dish before one of his older sons walks up, complimenting Sam on his protest against Dubai Air. Hearing Higgins swear in support of his son surprises both you and Sam, causing a round of light laughter before Sam is asking about the bathroom again. 

“If it’s your favourite holiday, why aren’t the two of you doing something separate from the party?” Julie asks as she comes back in with the wine. 

“I forgot to tell him that my family wasn’t going to be available, and when we celebrate, we go all out, so I didn’t want to scare him off when we’ve only been together a few months”. 

“I doubt anything could scare that boy off,” Julie chuckles, “he’s the happiest, most dedicated boy on the entire earth. Plus, he’s in love with you”. 

You blush, not expecting to get so personal with the Higgins family quite yet. 

“She’s right, Y/N, we’ve all noticed it around Nelson Road,” Higgins joins in, standing next to the arm of the couch. 

“That’s…nice,” you nod, not entirely sure what else to say. 

The next chunk of time is spent voluntarily helping clean up the house before everyone else arrives, Sam having turned gathering the wrapping paper into a game with the youngest. You smile from the corner of the couch you were picking extra pieces of tape off of; watching Sam play with kids always made your heart melt. 

“Did Santa bring you something good this morning?” Sam asks. 

“It’s ok, I know there’s no Santa,” the youngest shrugs as Sam sits down at the dining table. 

“But of course there is!” You comment, making your way over to the two, positioning yourself in the doorway. 

“How could he possibly deliver presents to everyone in one night?” The boy questions. 

“Ah see, but it is one night split between 24 different time zones. Santa’s true power is not his speed, but his endurance,” Sam explains. 

“Wow,” the boy’s face lights up, “he got me a bicycle,” he smiles. 

“Brilliant,” Sam gives him a double fist bump before the youngest runs off at the sound of the doorbell. 

You walk over to where Sam is sitting, running your hands down his shoulders as he wraps one of his hands around your arm. You lean your cheek on the top of his head, muttering about how wonderful he is before he laughs, planting a kiss on the hand he grabbed, and shaking his head. The next to arrive are Dani, Jan Maas, and Richard-who also brought a date- all with something to offer in their arms. They look a bit like the three wise men, but with alcohol instead of gold. Zoreaux follows quickly after, looking incredibly smiley as he announces he had previously gone to the wrong house. As more and more people arrive, you start to feel that warm, tingly feeling that reminds you why you love Christmas in the first place. So many people around, all happy to see each other, brings so much joy, especially when it brings on a Nerf battle to which all members (children and adults) are very dedicated. Putting dinner together is a sight to see, considering the regular dining table was conjoined with a surfboard and a pool table in order to fit all of the guests. 

You rest your head on Sam’s shoulder as he grabs a dish from one of his fellow players, smiling at the mention of goat meat and laughing as the youngest Higgins boy tries to sneak himself some wine from Richard’s bottle. “I’m glad we got to do this together,” you whisper into Sam’s turtleneck. 

“Me too my love,” he replies, looking down at you and trying to kiss the top of your head. 

Higgins stands up as everyone passes dishes around and makes joyful conversation, clinking his wine glass to make a toast. “I just want to thank everyone for coming,” he starts. 

Sam raises his glass as you take your head off his shoulder, “to the family Higgins!” Everyone begins to cheer, Jan Maas clapping his hand against the table. 

“You’re going to make me cry,” Higgins continues, “to my lovely wife, Julie, my sons, to you and all your families back in Lagos, Guadalajara, Groningen, Cordon, Montreal, Benin City, Harare, Kingston, and Santa Cruz de la Sierra. I know you would have preferred to be with them,” Sam reaches under the table and grabs your hand, “but it was truly an honour to have you with us, to share our traditions and help us make some new ones. To the family we’re born with, and the family we make along the way.” Sam squeezes your hand as Higgins finishes his little speech. “And most importantly, to Richmond!” “To Richmond!” Everyone cheers in response-you included, raising their glasses. 

There was suddenly a sound similar to feedback from outside and the youngest Higgins goes out to check for the cause of the commotion. “Ho ho ho Higginses!” Ted calls from the street.

The team all crowd around the window, greeted by the sight of Ted and Rebecca with three buskers, all in festive outfits. 

“Holy shit,” you laugh to Sam, who grabs your hand again before leading you out the front door. After spending a good bit of time outside with the team, dancing in the snow, everyone starts to say their goodbyes. You and Sam give parting hugs to everyone before getting in his car. He wordlessly starts to drive, and you assume he’s going to drop you off at your house, but as you miss the turn, you open and close your mouth in question. 

“I thought we could continue the festivities at my place if that’s ok,” Sam comments, glancing at you before looking back at the road. 

“Yeah, ok,” you smile, looking at the few houses decked out in Christmas lights as you keep driving. 

“Now this sounds weird, but I need you to close your eyes as we walk in. I promise it’s nothing scary,” he adds that last part in response to the way your face scrunched up. 

“Ok…” you laugh uncomfortably, covering your eyes with your hands as Sam links one of his elbows with yours, guiding you up to his kitchen before informing you that you can drop your hands. 

The sight in front of you is truly amazing, and you almost start crying on the spot. Sam stands off to the side with a nervous smile as you scan the room, looking at all the Christmas decorations and a full table of your favourite desserts that stand in front of you. A trifle and a Christmas pudding, a spiced Victoria sponge and a pitcher of mulled wine. You turn to face Sam, still with the nervous look on his face, before running to close the distance with a bone crushing hug. 

“I take it that you like it?” He asks, slowly wrapping his arms around you. 

“I love it!” You sniffle as you let go, looking at him in admiration. “But how? Why? I mean you-” 

“Your sister told me when she accepted that trip to Paris that both she and your mum would be gone, and I know how much you love Christmas, so I decided to put a little something together”. 

“A little something? Sam, this is amazing! Thank you so much,” you hug him again tightly. “Why did you agree to go to Higgins then?” 

“You love celebrating with other people, and I figured we could just add on to the celebration. Initially we were just going to come back here after Secret Santa, but it ended up working out because the Victoria Sponge wasn’t ready yet. So, I dropped you off first, and a little extra celebration time wasn’t going to do any harm,” he shrugs. 

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Only for you my love,” he chuckles, grabbing your face lightly, pressing a soft kiss onto your lips before turning back to the feast. “Now, let us not put this all to waste”. 

You turn excitedly to the table, wondering how you got so lucky with such a wonderful boyfriend. 

#ted lasso #sam obisanya #sam obisanya x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt #roy kent #dani rojas #ted lasso one shot #sam obisanya x you

[sunpuffsstuff]

Ok so me and my dad have been spending time together watching Ted Lasso and I can tell you right now. The Brainrot is severe. I love this fucking show so much and I wanna kiss and comfort half of the fricking cast, they all need it.

Someone pls recomend good Ted Lasso character x reader fics pls<3

#tags #fun #idk #mutuals #bored #fanfiction #fanfic #ted lasso #roy kent #jamie tartt #dani rojas #fluff #angst #smut #ted lasso x reader #blegh

[everythingisconfetti]

Soooooo I may have somehow found the motivation to finish Summit Fever, so to anyone who's still hanging around for my high-altitude lesbians, firstly, thank you, and secondly, chapter eight is up now!

#ellie writes #summit fever #thobm #the haunting of bly manor #damie #dani x jamie #damie fanfic #thobm fanfic

[goldenslumbersfanfiction]

untethered

📚 Chapter 5 of 9 (12.3k words)

Today has mostly been chores around the house, and not once have you seen Viola. She’s been a constant presence since you returned, harrowing and angry that you pulled yourself farther away from her lake, irritated with you and showing up in every shiny surface you walk past. But today she’s nowhere to be found. Not in the freshly cleaned window panes, or in the pot of water you make your pasta in for lunch. Most of the mirrors have been covered for you by now, anyway; the small one by the front door has been taken down, the large one above your dresser replaced with a painting that was in the hallway, others draped over with sheets like empty bodies. You try to decide if it really makes a difference, seeing her staring back at you, or seeing only the reminder of her in the absence of any reflection at all, instead of sometimes her face, sometimes yours.

#my fic #untethered #dani x jamie #the haunting of bly manor #thobm #thobm fanfic #damie #dani clayton #jamie taylor #fix it fic #CHAPTER 5 IS HERE BESTIES

[spooky-spicy-skeleton]

I'm thinking of writing a fic in which Crowley is Jamie from The Haunting of Bly Manor, and Aziraphale is Dani...

Probably going to do it regardless. Just curious about the interest in it.

#good omens #ineffable wives #dani x jamie #thobm #fanfic #tumblr polls #polls #I just #the proposal with the plant? #it just feels right

[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.

#ted lasso #two aces #jamie tartt #dani rojas #richmond #jamie tartt x dani rojas #jamie x dani #afc richmond #Jamie Tartt/Dani Rojas #dani x jamie #fic #fanfiction #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfic

[alomini]

new fic from @kissingonyou (who has a different name everywhere it’s very confusing for me) but it’s SO GOOD ALREADY GO GET IT, NERDS

Summary:

Jamie always sort of thought that ship had sailed, getting comfortable with her life as a spinster (or whatever term Owen lovingly decided to jib her with that day). Some people, simply put, weren’t built for romance. Instead, her fulfillment these days came in the form of digging her fingers in the earth to coax life into something that those who were luckier in love could share with one another when words failed them.

She liked it that way.

Well, mostly.

With the way her joints creaked doing the simplest of tasks most days, she was perhaps a bit too old to be feeling like this. She certainly hadn’t expected to meet someone during Flora’s splendid wedding weekend. Worse still, she didn’t think it would be Flora’s fiancé’s mother for Christ’s sake.

Or:

Dani went through with it and shared a life with Eddie. Jamie and Owen never left Bly. Turns out fate will catch up with you even if it’s a little later than you might expect.

#FIC REC REC REC FIC REC #damie #the haunting of bly manor #dani x jamie #dani clayton #jamie taylor #oh my heart strings it's glorious already #kissing on you #doyouwantcompany #fanfic

[jamiespoppinss]

happy monday! ☺️🏡

#house au #dani and jamie #dani and jamie fanfic #dani x jamie #dani x jamie fanfic #the haunting of bly manor

[colour-outside-the-liness]

So close to having the next chapter of MoU finished!! It’s only gonna be about 4k words after editing but the next chapter is gonna be a LONG one to make up for the pain of this chapter and the length of it... really hope you enjoy the next two chapters 

#damie #damie fic #damie fanfic #dani and jamie #dani x jamie #dani and jamie fic #dani and jamie fanfic #dani x jamie fic #dani x jamie fanfic #dani clayton #jamie taylor #dani bly manor #jamie bly manor #thobm #the vow au #the vow au fic

[skinnywalker]

So 1. My poll is finished and I will be finishing and posting all 23 of my drafts.

2. My new obsession is Ted Lasso so I will be writing for the main characters of Ted Lasso, Trent Crimm, Rebecca Walton, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Sam Obisanya, and Dani Rojas.

My inbox is open!

#ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #Rebecca walton x reader #sam obisanya x reader #dani rojas x reader #jamie tartt x reader #roy kent x reader #trent crimm x reader

[boygeniussy]

i love how every damie fic has the obligatory “jamie gives dani the poppins nickname” moment, it’s always wildly different yet completely the same

#damie #damie fanfic #dani x jamie #dani clayton #jamie taylor

[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.)

#ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfic #two aces #dani rojas #jamie tartt #dani rojas x jamie tartt #jamie tartt x dani rojas

[russmindjk20]

Two Aces Dog Ficccc

Making a two aces Fic where they make their own little family. Here’s a snippet of Jamie looking for a dog!

“What about that one?” Jamie asked suddenly as he pointed over to the grey and white Pitbull in one of the cages. The dog was short and stocky, with white patterns along her paws and neck. There one one tooth poking out from her bottom jaw, her top lip stuck underneath it making it seem like she had some underbite. Her tail was lightly thumping along the floor with her eyes cast downwards, excited to see someone but nervous of the new arrival.

“Oh! Well, she doesn’t have a real name yet, we just call her grey.” The woman said as she looked at Jamie sadly. “You know her breed, what we call “Bullies”, aren’t aloud. She’s not a pure bred bullie, but she looks like one, and that usually turns people away.”

Jamie nodded and carefully looked at the dog in front of him. When he stepped closer, she whined and laid on the ground with her tail still wagging. 

#jamie tartt x dani rojas #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #two aces