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from any wip of your choosing they are all lovely <3

you are getting more of this infernal scene from the jamie study that took me three literal weeks to get through.

“I’d say fuck you.” Jamie spits it out without really thinking, cos he’d never say it to his dads face. The closest he ever got was don’t speak to me like that. Don’t speak to me like that. Don’t speak to me like that. It didn’t even feel that good, like he thought it were s’posed to. Felt fucking terrifying, really.

Ted doesn’t like swearing that much, Jamie doesn’t think, but he nods thoughtfully again and goes, “Makes sense. Anything else?”

A jolt of panic goes through him. Ted’s lookin’ down like he expects something, eyebrows raised all friendly and open-like, but Jamie can’t help but feel like he’s fucked it, somehow. Maybe by going with fuck you. Ted’s not one for vitriol, no, he'd rather say something sweet and then turn a blind eye. It might work for some people. It’s never worked for Jamie. “Yeah,” he fumbles, his breath hitching funny. His dad made him good at football, right? That’s something worth being grateful for. “I’d say… thank you.”

tyyyyy :)

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🌹🌹🌹🌹 i can’t remember if i already sent any but love to read whatever you want to share with the class

thank youuuu <3 here’s a bit i wrote recently from the season 4 fic

tw- jamie’s dad, mention/implication of the Amsterdam Thing (not detailed. but there.)

There’s a singular framed photo on the table, in a room that is otherwise bare of personal touches. The glass is dusty, like it’d just been pulled out of a storage box, or something. Jamie can’t help but wonder if his dad might’ve set it there, just this morning. Just for this. Then he can’t help but feel guilty for assuming shit like that. Then he can’t feel much of anything, cos he’s looking at the photograph, really, now, and it’s Jamie and Dad, and Jamie’s fourteen at the Johan Cruijff, and he remembers Dad got someone to take that picture at halftime, when Jamie was smiling cos he thought — Before— Before— He turns away, hands shaking and tingly. He shoves them in his pockets.

you can always send me asks babes , i thrive off the pressure to provide Content

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i am in full jamie character study mode rn so that is what you're getting.

Most times, Jamie feels like he’s got two voices in his head. Not in the way that makes you crazy— though it might, still. But he mentioned it to Dr. Fieldstone once, when she was tryin’ to make him figure out why he was being such a prick in the first place, and she didn’t tell him he was crazy, so that’s probably a good sign.  “Prob’bly cos of me dad,” he’d said, and didn’t elaborate any more than that. Because even then Manchester still ached like an old bruise. She’d written it down with a nod and a little sympathetic smile, but she hadn’t pushed.

thank you for the ask! <3

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🌹 have another rose so that you may bravely power through the forgiveness stuff

ah! you are too good to me! I have. A Secret. About the forgiveness stuff. But that will have to wait until the whole fic is out :)

Until then... you get what I suffered through:

“You know, Jamie,” says Ted. “If hatin' your Pops ain’t motivating you like it used to, might be time to try something different.” But it ain’t that easy, is it? Jamie’s dad has dictated his life one way or another since he was born with the last name Tartt on his birth certificate and a right foot kissed by God-- even if neither of them knew it yet. Even if he wasn’t around. His absence a jigsaw piece of the puzzle that made up Jamie Tartt in and of itself. His arrival smashed that puzzle to bits and tried to build a new one in its wake.  “Just forgive him.”  When Jamie scoffs, it feels like there’s glass in his throat. “Fuck no, I ain’t givin’ him that.”  “Nah, you ain’t givin’ him anything.” Ted says, like that’s supposed to make sense. “You choose to do that? You’re giving that to yourself.”  He sounds so fuckin’ earnest. Looks it, too. Jamie looks at him; bites his tongue, and focuses on pulling his laces tighter. It ain’t that easy.  Not for Jamie. Maybe for Ted, who’s only ever taken two looks at Jamie’s dad and walked the other way both times. But not for Jamie.

ty for your support

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from the jamie study, which i have FINALLY gotten Unstuck on:

He thinks he might miss it, like that. When he was smaller and skinnier and softer, a little less tired and a little less scared, and Roy Kent was just a poster on his wall, and football was just a game and not everything he was worth served up to him on a plate, and Jamie was some of the time something a little closer to happy. 

thanks for the ask asdfghjkl i am dying to finish this so you all can read it in its entirety... SOON

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🌹 <- for the second hour of your bus ride

hour two (2) babyyyyy

also from the post-s3 fic/jamie study con't:

Here are some things Jamie knows: He’s still the best player on the team. His left-foot cross is almost perfect. They won their first match of the season with Arsenal— Keeley has started keeping a gratitude journal. Where she writes down the things that she’s grateful for in a little pink notebook she keeps beside her bed. Jamie tries to make a list in his head: —

yeah I'm cutting it off right there what of it?

ty for the rose <3

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why thank you :)

a snippet, for you, from the post s3 fic!

Jamie has dreams sometimes, see. And they’re not usually good dreams. Dreams where he’s walking, and it’s dark, and something is behind him, and he knows something is behind him just as well as he knows he shouldn’t turn around to look at it. It’s like, when you’re a little kid, and you turn off the switch at the bottom of the stairs and run, fast as you can in the dark, to the top. So the monster won’t get you. Except Jamie never gets to the top of those stairs. 

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🌹 i so get doing the rose wip game every other week and i am THRILLED to be given yet another opportunity to get a peek at your writing as always

thank you for indulging me <3 in return i give you Sad. (from the season 4 fic!)

Sure. Jamie knows that. Burn bridges, and you have to rebuild them. He learned the hard way. He thinks it is, maybe, a little ironic that the man who told him that is the same man who walked away from the treatment room, from Wembley, and then stood over him and told him to forgive and move on. But then, what does Jamie know? Cos Ted brought him back to Richmond and Ted gave him another chance and Jamie doesn’t want to think about where he’d be if he hadn’t gotten that.

love you :)