#jaime tartt

[tedlassogif]

Ted Lasso + Moms.

#ted lasso #tedlassoedit #tedlassosource #userbbelcher #chewieblog #filmtvdaily #filmtv #cinematv #uservalentina #useraurore #tuserhan #userannalise #usergiu #nessa007 #ledtasso #jaime tartt #dottie lasso #coach beard #nathan shelley #georgie tartt #maria shelley #deborah welton #season 1 #season 3 #by Lili #*Ted Lasso

[dreamingatsea]

and he said “probably isaac” you know, like a liar

#THAT’S LITERALLY HIS BEST FRIEND IT’S SICK #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #jaime tartt #sam obisanya

[bakerolivia]

2.06 || 3.03

#ted lasso #tedlassoedit #roy kent #jaime tartt #jaime x roy #tvedit #usertelevision #sitcomedit #nessa007 #userharumi #uservalentina #tusercarolina #usertana #usersole #usershreyu #userannalise #userrin #usermorgan #tvandfilm #* #this development has me dizzy #asdfghjk

[ortofosforico]

Third batch of Ted Lasso memes coming right up!

This is a big one.

And just for the shippers:

Fourth part!

Second part here ✨

#ted lasso #ted lasso memes #jaime tartt #roy kent #leslie higgins #Rebecca #richmond #trent crimm #colin hughes #ted lasso 3.06 #Sunflower #roy x jamie

[tam-a-ne-tut]

we are very casual about the fact that this is not a fake

#royjamie #jaime tartt #roy kent #ted lasso #phil dunster #brett goldstein #bisexualism

[danistartt]

Homesick- Jamie Tartt

pairings: jamie tartt x reader, roy kent, ted lasso warnings: none. ithink other than language about: request!! jamie tartt is homesick

Jamie has rarely been hesitant to leave for a game.

But there’s something sick at the pit of his stomach when he has to say goodbye to you today, even when you assure him that it’s for so, so little time that it won’t matter. That he won’t miss you with all the excitement of a match. You set your palms against his cheeks and urge his attention to you, tired determination widening your droopy eyes when you tell him that you’re proud of him, sadness angling your features as you apologize for not being able to be there in person to cheer him on.

He smiles and thinks that he believes you.

There’s a painful tug at his heart when he has to leave for real this time, treasuring the warm line your marriage finger grazes along the lobe of his ear. He kisses you, opening his eyes too soon when he pulls away and catching a glimpse of you at your sweetest: still half-submerged in his affection, face softer than he’s seen it.

You are raw in the morning, still a little rumpled from your bed and an inch away from sleep. You got up early for him today. Let your forehead bounce against the passenger window so you could say your farewells face-to-face. He doesn’t think he’s ever had a person care about him like that. Sacrifice even the little things with great pleasure because it’s him.

“You guys’re gonna do great,” you murmur, arms tight around his neck. You squeeze once more before pulling back, giving him a happy, sleepy smile that he takes with him. “I’ll have a celebration ready when you lot get back.”

“Can’t wait,” he tells you with a cheeky wink, watching the amusement in your eyes wake a little bit more.

“Roy’s giving me the stink eye.”

“That’s just how he looks, babe,” he defends. “‘Nd if he’s lookin’ at anyone, it’s me.”

“No,” you say. “He likes you now, Jamie.” The way you say his name is so lovely. All curved and soft and smooth with love. You stifle a yawn and pull him in again. “I’ll see you soon. Behave, okay? I promise I’ll be watching the game on the telly.”

“I always do,” he defends.

“Roy’ll tell me,” you remind playfully. “I think he might write complaints down when you get a little too cocky.”

“I promise,” he gives in.

“You’re going to do amazing,” you tell him again, fully believing it.

“You know it.” He pecks the skin below your eye, finally walking toward the bus.

Roy grunts at you in greeting once Jamie’s gone inside, arms crossed in front of his chest. Ted yells a hello. Beard nods. You wave, continuing to stand in the parking lot until the bus is gone.

-

Jamie worries he’s ill an hour before the game.

You’re busy with the seminar you couldn’t miss and he doesn’t want to tell anybody, but he doesn’t have to with the team he has.

“Jamie, wanna come on over and have a chat?” Ted asks him, smiling.

Jamie shrugs, feeling like lead weighs him down when he stands.

Ted leads him into a hallway and rocks on his heels expectantly. “Y’wanna tell me what’s wrong, or do you want me to guess?”

Jamie scrubs a rough hand down his face. “I dunno, coach.” Ted furrows his brows. “I’ve never…” He sighs frustratedly. “I dunno what it is.”

“Do you not feel well?”

“I feel off.” Jamie shrugs, frustrated. “Like I forgot to do something. I’m all tingly and shit.”

Ted hums. “You a little homesick? I felt a helluva lot like that the first few months I came here. Still feel it when I get into a car on the wrong side.”

“I’ve never missed it before. What’s there to miss? I’ve a bed at me hotel. I like leavin’ and seein’ all the sights.”

Ted scratches his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe you don’t miss your house, Jamie.”

Jamie shakes his head in confusion. “I’m sorry, coach, what?”

“Home ain’t always a building, Jamie,” Ted explains, squeezing his shoulder before heading back inside the locker room.

Jamie stands, perplexed. “The fuck?”

“He’s fucking sayin’ you miss Y/N,” Roy barks out of nowhere. “You’ve never been at a game away from her. You miss her,” he explains. “It happens.”

“Why didn’t he just say that, then?” Jamie complains.

“Substance. Too obvious,” Roy shrugs. “Call her. Stop being fuckin’ ‘tingly,’ Tartt.”

Jamie is left alone once again, processing.

Ted called him homesick, which Jamie opposes. He couldn’t care less about the place where he lived. Everything in it was chosen by another person years ago, and the space is bland otherwise, with only one framed picture of the both of you hanging up on the living room wall.

Still, he damn well yearned to be back among his stupid, minimalistic furniture and monochromatic aesthetic. Why?

Roy said it was you and Jamie is inclined to agree. When he pictures his living room with his dumb couch, you’re laying on it. Your trinkets and colorful items allay impersonal corners. You’re making a wonderful mess in his kitchen. You’re softening clinical sheet edges. You’re the only warm thing that decorates his walls.

He misses you. He’s homesick for you.

He hates it when Roy is right (but he’s getting used to it), especially when it’s concerning something Jamie didn’t expect, something unfamiliar.

His phone pings, lighting up with your contact picture and a text message asking how he is.

He’s never had a home to miss, he thinks. He’s a little happy to have one. He’s elated it’s you.

#jamie tartt #ted lasso #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jaime tartt #jamie tartt fluff #jamie tartt reader insert #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt request #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt fanfic #jamie tartt imagine

[ghostyary]

thinking about the giant Van Gogh sunflower painting in Goodland Kansas

i really hope someone finds this as funny as i do

#i went through kansas a few weeks ago and saw it #ted lasso #i could not draw with a straight face #ted lasso fanart #tedependent #sort of #trent crimm #roy kent #my art #jaime tartt

[alloftheimagines]

jamie tartt | if somebody hurts you, i wanna fight

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

words: 2.2k

warnings: 18+

domestic abuse, violence, trauma, the aftermath of an abusive relationship in which jamie finds out your boyfriend, his teammate, is abusing you. takes place when he's playing for manchester city.

prompt: Hey there! I would love to send a prompt request in for Jamie tartt:) number 29, I don’t know why but to me it fits him well! Nothing specific, thank you! 🥰

Jamie sees the bruises and knows. He’s never had a good feeling about your relationship with Tom, his teammate, but you’ve ignored his warnings despite being friends since childhood.

And now you’re hiding bruises. Anger flares in him, and it’s an effort not to reach out as you get up from the couch to grab popcorn, the staple of any movie night. He thought it strange you turned up on his doorstep after months of barely seeing you, but now he thinks he understands. Your T-shirt rode up for only a moment at your hip before you tugged it down, but he saw the purple welt. His jaw ticks as he listens to you shuffle about, but he can only wait so long. Fingers flexing at his side, he heads in to hear popcorn popping in the microwave.

“Do you want a beer?” you ask, oblivious. When he doesn’t reply, your brows furrow and you look up from the kitchen counter. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Has he been hurting you?” he questions steadily.

“What?” You’re a terrible actor, but you try nonetheless, eyes widening in feigned confusion. 

Jamie takes a deep breath. “Don’t lie to me. I saw the bruises just now. There’s only reason why you wouldn’t tell me about them.”

It makes him sick as he realises the truth of those words; you’d hide it because you know Jamie would react badly, perhaps even sacrificing his spot on the team. Tom’s more popular with the fans, Man City’s star player. If Jamie confronted him… He knew it would be game over. That’s why you’d kept your distance. 

And yet he still wanted to. He was already imagining it, shoving Tom against the lockers and beating him the way he’d beaten you. He’d teach him a lesson; nobody would ever hurt you again. 

He wouldn’t let them. 

You pale, tugging at the hem of your shirt again self-consciously. “I fell.”

Jamie shakes his head, barely even listening now. Lost to his fury. “I’ll teach that wanker a lesson. I’ll fucking kill ‘im. I knew he was trouble. I knew he was no fucking good for you—” 

“Jamie, please.” You grab his arm, eyes flooding with tears as you look at him. It’s enough for him to halt, still glaring. “Don’t. Please. I’m handling it.”

“Are you still with ‘im?” 

You hesitate at that, a look of shame darkening your features. 

“Then you’re not fucking handling it,” he snaps. 

“He won’t let me leave,” you whisper, chin wobbling. “I tried. That’s why he… I tried.”

His shoulders heaved with a sigh, but he softened, sympathy swirling in his eyes. “I can help you, love. You should have told me. You used to tell me everythin’.”

Tears slip down your cheeks as he cups your jaw, catching them. 

“Hey,” he breathes gently. “It’s okay. You’re safe ‘ere. You know that, don’t you?” 

A nod. He pulls you into his chest, and you wrap your arms around him, shuddering as it all comes spilling out. “I’m sorry. I thought he loved me. The first time… He was drunk. I thought he was just drunk. But then he kept… I’m just sorry.”

“No need to apologise, babe.” He plants a kiss in your hair. The microwave dings, the last remaining kernels popping behind the glass, but neither of you move to get it. “It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.” He closes his eyes, pain searing through him. He can’t bare to think of you hurting like this. He should have realised sooner. Should have known. “How long’s it been going on?”

“A couple of months.”

Too long, then. It’s always going to be too long. “Stay ‘ere with me, yeah?” he asks. “He won’t get to you ‘ere.” 

“I don’t want you involved in this—”

“You’re my best fucking friend, and I’m not letting him do this to you again. Never.” He pulls away and forces you to meet his gaze. “He won’t fuckin’ touch you again.”

“I’m begging you. Don’t confront him. Don’t do anything to risk your career. Please. Please promise me.”

His nostrils flare, but he nods. It isn’t quite a promise, though — not one he’s willing to keep, at least. 

***

He does his best. He survives practices with the fucker all week while you hide away in his house, rarely getting out of your pyjamas. He has to force you to eat most nights, though you always have a home-cooked meal on the table. He can’t enjoy them, too busy wondering if it’s a forced habit — if maybe you were punished if you didn’t have dinner waiting for Tom. 

And then Tom struts into the locker room before a Sunday match in Man City’s home stadium, his gaze already narrowed on Jamie. Wordlessly, he nudges past the other players, and the hair on the back of Jamie’s back prickles as he stops lacing his boot to look up at him. 

“I bet you think you’re a right hero, eh?” Tom sneers. “Hiding her away from me. What’d she tell you?”

Jamie’s knuckles whiten, entire body tensing, but then he thinks of his promise to you. “You dunno what you’re talking about, mate,” he replies stiffly, drawing his lace tight. 

Tom scoffs. “I know you’re the first person she’d run to.”

This time, Jamie bites, standing up to match his eye level and squaring his shoulders. “And you hate that, don’t you? It must make your fuckin' blood boil. Does it make you feel good, being an abusive twat, or are you that far gone that you don’t care either way?”

Tom slams Jamie’s locker shut, the picture of aggression. Jamie thinks of you facing him, alone in his big old house where no one is there to step in. He thinks of the way you must have flinched at that scorn, and resolves not to on your behalf. He might be breaking one promise, but he’ll keep another: Tom’ll never touch you again. 

“You gonna beat me up as well?” he asks, and that anger he’d been suppressing so well is bubbling now; he’s a volcano ready to erupt. 

“Oi!” The team manager steps in, drawing everyone’s attention. “We’ve got a job to do today. Whatever the issue is, you save it ‘til later. Am I clear?”

Jamie doesn’t back down, his eyes flaring with dangerous defiance. Tom is the first to nod,  but not before offering a smarmy smirk — as though he’s won. “Yes, boss.”

“Jamie?” 

“Yeah,” Jamie mutters finally — for you, he thinks. Anything for you. 

*

It doesn’t stop there, though. Tom carries his bitterness onto the pitch, ignoring Jamie through the game so that he’s never passed the ball, never able to score. He’s tackled him more than a few times as though they’re on different teams, and Jamie knows then that he can’t play this game anymore. He won’t. He’ll quit on Monday, find another club to sign him. Maybe even grovel to Ted and go back to Richmond. Anything to get you both out of this. 

He tries to be the bigger man, but he’s never been any good at it, so when Tom trips him in another fight for the ball, Jamie can’t do it anymore. His vision blurs into angry red lines as he stands, shins throbbing from the fall, and fists Tom’s sweaty shirt in his hands. 

“Someone needs to put you in your fucking place,” he spits, and when Tom only grins again, he launches. His fist meets Tom’s hard jaw, and pain flashes through Jamie’s knuckles. Tom sniffs, spits, and the crowd in the stadium falls quiet enough to hear a pin drop. And then Tom lunges back, and Jamie feels the blow through every bone in his body. 

It doesn’t stop him from punching him again. “See how you fuckin’ like it!” he’s screaming, again and again and again, all scrambling limbs and fierce hits between them. His knuckles and mouth turn bloody, and so do Tom's. Finally, they’re yanked away from one another.

Even as Jamie is pulled off the pitch, he’s bellowing across the field: “You’re nothing, you! A piece of fucking shit!” 

“And who are you?” Tom calls. “Her knight in shining armour? You’re useless. You’re nobody!” 

Jamie’s heard that more than a few times now. He no longer sees Tom’s face, but his own father’s. That’s why he couldn’t let this go, he realises. He could never stand up to his own bully, so he’s stood up to yours instead.

Spitting blood from his mouth, he leaves the pitch — knowing it might be for the last time. Knowing that if it is, it was worth it.

*

You saw it all on TV, and you’ve been waiting for the door to swing open ever since. Finally, it does — and you don’t even know what to say. Jamie’s mouth is swollen and his nose bloody, and you want to shout at him for being so stupid, for doing the one thing you asked him not to — in front of everyone. But in the end, you can only sigh, wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“I know I fucked it up,” he rasps. “Maybe I should be sorry, but'm not. He fuckin’ deserved it.”

“And what about your job?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. You still wear your pyjamas, too afraid to go home and get fresh clothes. Too depressed to even try.

Jamie shrugs, throwing down his bag. “Don’t know yet. Doesn’t matter. I’m not playing on the same team as a dickhead like that.”

“But where will you play now?” Panic rises in you as you think about this means. You’ve never known Jamie without football, and to imagine him losing it now, because of you… It’s almost worse than what Tom did to you, maybe because you care more about your best friend than you ever could yourself. It’s wrong, but it’s true. 

“I dunno. It doesn’t matter.” He sniffs, and you sigh, softening as you move towards him to examine his injuries. 

Without a word, you head into the kitchen to wrap some ice in a towel. He follows slowly, sluggishly, as though he has no fight left in him. He used it all on the pitch. A stadium of fucking people. God, you’re angry. With Tom, with Jamie, with everyone. You shove the ice pack into his chest, blood pumping in your ears. 

“It fucking matters,” you snap. “This is your life. I asked you not to ruin it because of me—”

“My life was ruined the minute you started dating that fucking prick!” he shouts. 

You frown, confused. “What?” Your voice trembles. 

Jamie purses his lip, shaking his head as he presses the ice to his bruised jaw. “Forget it. I did what I needed to. It wasn’t just for you, either. You’re not the only one who’s been bullied before. I’m sick of pushing it aside. Sick of 'em getting away with it. I can’t fight back for myself, but I can at least do it for you.”

You understand then. His dad. Tears sting your eyes.  “Jamie…” You make to reach out, but he draws back as though your touch is venom. It hurts. You stumble back, feeling heavy and wrong. This is your fault. All of it.

“I shouldn’t have come to you. I shouldn’t have put you in this position," you say.

“Stop it. I told you it isn’t your fault.”

“It is.” You close your eyes, cheeks growing damp.

“Babe…” He’s there in a heartbeat, cupping your face with bloody hands. “Don’t. Please, don’t. Just look at me a minute.”

You do. 

“I don’t give a shit about what this means for me. I don’t care if I’m never signed again. I only care that you’re safe. The dick was taunting me, and everyone will see that, but either way… you’re what matters. Nothin’ else.”

You can’t speak, your throat thick with emotion. 

“I know you didn’t tell me because you knew this would happen, but I need you to understand that it’s happened because I love you. Because I always have and I always will. And if somebody hurts you, I’m not letting them get away with it.

“I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. I know that. I don’t wanna be like ‘im, I don’t want you to see me like that. But I wasn’t going to let him keep doing it. Not to me or to you.”

You hate it. Of course you do. But you love him, and you know that if the roles were reversed, you’d choose him over anything. You know that this wasn’t an act of violence, but of love and pent-up anger. 

“You’re not like him,” you say gently. “You could never be like him.”

He kisses your forehead, and your eyes flutter shut again as you lean into him. 

“You’re worth it,” he whispers. “You’re worth all of it. I just wish I could’ve been there for you sooner.”

You tuck yourself into his chest as he squeezes you tightly, smelling of grass and sweat and dirt. You haven’t felt safe in a long time. You haven’t felt loved in a long time, either. “You’re here now,” you say. 

He nods, chin brushing the crown of your head. “‘S gonna be okay now. I’ve got you.” 

You finally believe him.

#imagines #multifandom imagines #multifandom #x reader #x reader imagines #jamie tartt one shot #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt fluff #jamie tartt x y/n #jaime tartt #fanfiction #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso series #jamie tartt angst #ted lasso one shot #ted lasso fic

[how-are-you-so-perfect-dear]

everyone is raving about jamie tartt this episode, as they rightfully should, but also like

jamie is SMART. he's not just handsome or fit or a goal-scorer, he knows his team and he knows how he can help! he's observant and analytical, both in the locker room explaining his idea and on the field; jamie being in the center is genius because he can control the flow of the game by passing to the best person for what they need and being a conducter for a goal

he's always been smart but now he gets to let it shine and i am ecstatic to see him in these episodes leading up to the finale

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #jaime tartt #im obssessed!! my heart soared when he offered to drop himself back - i am so excited to see him develop even more #mine #alisa talks

[princess-from-another-galaxy]

Anyone who thinks Jamie Tartt doesn't look hot af this season needs to get their fucking eyes checked

#ted lasso #jaime tartt #he's been doing things to me since season 2 #but this season???? #it's a whole different league #we went from league one to the premier league #in how hot jamie tartt is #if you don't agree you're wrong #just fyi

[tedlassogif]

TED LASSO (2020-) season three, episode six “Sunflowers”

#tedlassoedit #roy kent #jaime tartt #3x06 #gifs #by alexandra

[supersonic-rocket-ship]

I love how everyone in the Ted Lasso fandom is sure that their ships will not sail, but are at the same time absolutely convinced that they will.

Shippers being like: *writes out super long and compelling evidence that makes the pairing seem incredibly likely* and then turn around and talk about folding a new tinfoil hat or buying more clown makeup

#TedTrent #tedbecca #Ted lasso #Jaime Tartt #Rebecca welton #Trent Crimm #keeley Jones #Ted Lasso Spoilers #I cannot escape the tinfoil hat takes in a good way #Roy kent #the greyhounds #I don't have the time nor the energy to tag all of the Richmond Players

[the-krakens-bitch]

I believe that Ted will go back to America for Henry at the end of the season.

This is because Ted has done all that he can, he is no longer the driving force of making the environment better, as the other characters are doing so. We see Rebecca help and comfort Keeley, Jaime becoming a better team member, Trent becoming optimistic, Sam becoming more confident, and Roy taking initiative and helping Isaac. These characters are not the same from season one, they might still harbour some pain and insecurities but they are still growing and becoming better people with the help of Ted. Now Ted is no longer being needed, we see this through his narrative being more removed from other characters and focusing more on Henry. Shown in the most recent episode, Ted is becoming distant with work for Henry’s parent teacher interview, and his “fumbled” speech comparing being gay with an American footy team. Ted has made his input to the club, he helped others to become better and so they can help other people too. I think this is foreshadowed with his favourite Julie Andrews film being “Mary Poppins” that she stayed to help people and spread joy, which is what Ted did. And so Ted “shall [only] stay until the wind changes”, and he changed people to become better versions of himself, so he isn’t needed anymore. This Leads Ted leaving with a positive input to an hostile environment and helping others to become better. Ted is now then allowed to focus on his happiness and his son.

#this was really rushed #I have so many thoughts #I haven’t even touched on Nathan #I have so many thoughts about Nate #ted lasso analysis #ted lasso theories #theodore lasso #rebecca welton #ted lasso #roy kent #keeley jones #trent crimm #jaime tartt #sam obisanya #nate shelley #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes

[ortofosforico]

Part two baby.

#ted lasso #meme dump #trent crimm #dani rojas #jaime tartt #roy kent #ted lasso season 3 #Zava #nate shelley

[whisperedgalaxies]

can the writers please tell us how Phoebe got in contact with Jaimie to invite him to the uncle’s day party??? Does she just have his number? Did she call AFC Richmond? Did she steal the number off Roy’s phone? Does he babysit when Roy can’t and she has his number in case of emergencies??? please and thank you writers.

#ted lasso #jaime tartt #roy kent #phoebe #ted lasso spoilers

[ships-inthe-sea]

I wanna read a Roy x Jaime fic that shows Roy in his happy relationship state of always being there all of the time giving his attention always and Jaime in his happy relationship state of always needing company and love and affection and reassurance. I want them to be with each other day in and day out constantly. I want multiple people to ask them if they’re sick of each other yet and for them to look confused every time. They sleep together, wake up together, shower together, get ready together, eat together, drive together, work together, go home and spend their evenings together. Even when they go out with the team or with friends they are always together and 80% of the time they are together they are touching or smiling or talking. Just being affectionate towards each other. While everyone, even Keeley, is just shaking their heads saying this isn’t normal. They don’t care because they are just built to be next to their loved one all the time. Now… they do have moments of separation. They aren’t actually connected all of the time and what they have works for them. That’s why they are so confused by people saying they spend too much time together. They don’t think they do. They have their me time, their alone time. It’s just, on average, less than what some people think is normal. They do what works for them. They’ve talked about it. They’re fine with it. I want it long and fluffy and cute and sappy and all full of all the other “exciting” things. If it happened after season 3 and went from being friends to their realization of feelings to their getting together, them keeping it hush, them telling the team, to end the story on a happy and hopeful note sometime down the road after the long sappy time together that would be great. Could I write it? Yeah, but where’s the fun in that? I’d know all the twists and secrets.

#roy x jamie #royjaime #roy kent #jaime tartt #ted lasso #fanfic #fan fiction #afc richmond