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[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

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“What fuck do you want?”

Jamie pushed by him into the room, throwing himself onto the bed.

“Came to check on you, Coach,” Jamie said and adjusted himself on the bed, fluffing a pillow under his head then sitting up, leaning back onto his elbows. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Roy said through gritted teeth.

Jamie eyed him but didn’t say anything. Little prick wouldn’t leave his side if he told him he had a migraine, he would fuss and then it would give his migraine a migraine. Roy just wanted to be left alone with his pain.

“I have to read scouting reports, so why don’t you go find one of the lads? Make sure everyone’s good on that new play of Nate’s.”

Nate came to him with a new play last week, and Roy readily agreed to deploy it to the team. Jamie, of course, was the central piece to it. Roy caught Jamie and Nate working on it late after training one day before they tried it with the team the next day.

“You hate scouting reports,” Jamie ignored him.

“Yeah don’t have a choice now do I?”

“Who’re you reading about? Müller? Goretzka? Pavard? Lewandowski?” Jamie jumped up from the bed to lean over the chair by the desk, squinting at Roy’s screen.

Roy closed the laptop dramatically.

[abubblingcandle]

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So I'm doing that thing again where I have an idea and then that idea consumes my every waking moment until I put it on paper and then I can finally rest. (I shouldn't be allowed to rewatch S1-early S2 Ted Lasso, every time I do I get ... ideas)

So yeah here's a snippet from the new idea I have already frenziedly typed 1k of it in the last hour

Jamie rolled his head over to the side away from his injured arm and inched his eyes open. Either he was having auditory and visual hallucinations from the medley of painkillers he was likely on right now … or Leslie Higgins was sat at his bedside, rubbing circles onto the back of his hand. The circles were helping though, which likely meant not a hallucination. Therefore, Lesley Higgins was sat at the hospital bedside of the striker who get his team relegated. Which begs the question, what the fuck?

[ardawyn]

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Thank you for sending these in! You’ll get the ex lovers meeting again and teasing each other after almost a year ;)

“No, it is not Arbaro,” answered an amused voice. A voice so sweet, so warm that it made her heart pound wildly. “It's your favourite ginger.”

Slowly, Amaria slid her arm from her eyes and squinted up. “My favourite ginger?” she asked idly and rose to sit on the bench, one leg on either side. “Debatable. Come to think of it, you're the only ginger I know.”

For anyone who’s interested, here you can find all the snippets I posted for this ask game!

[abubblingcandle]

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A little bit of near the end of Have You Noticed where Jamie is returning to play and Roy finds out how Jamie has been entertaining himself while his ankle was fucked

“Why am I here?” Jamie groaned, throwing his head back against the back of Roy’s settee. His leg was up on one of Roy’s old man leg stools and he did have to admit that it felt good on the still sore muscles. Being back at training was great, but Jamie’s rebellious ankle was not on board with Jamie’s brain. His ankle was quite enjoying the rest but Jamie’s brain needed to be back on that pitch. Only a couple more weeks! “Don’t ask me, Beard demanded you be present,” Roy shrugged, plugging his laptop into the massive tv. Jamie startled, head turning to the assistant coach. “Um, why?” Jamie frowned, staring into Beard’s eyes. Beard was still unsettling, actually he was more unsettling with Ted gone. Beard stared back and then his mouth twitched into a smile. Jamie’s back started to tingle. He felt like a little goat facing down a mountain lion. “For one, Jamie is the only player who has been on a Champions League team. Two, he’s been hiding something from us,” Beard smiled. Jamie paled, looking down at his lap. What had he been hiding? “Coach Tartt here is just as qualified as me.” Oh. Jamie’s face shifted to one of realisation, his eyebrows raised and mouth in a little O. “Fucking what?” Roy growled.

[abubblingcandle]

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(if you want to from any whumptober fic)

Always still accepting snippet requests! Today I have been working on the Jamie stalker fic (day 23) and have really been enjoying writing Jan Maas POV.

“Oh fuck me,” Jamie whispered as he scrolled down his phone. “Are you ok?” Jan asked. Jamie had tensed and paled so that the tired flush of his cheeks was more pronounced. His jaw clenched and loosened as he grinded his teeth which was a very bad habit. “Nah it’s nothing just got this weird fan right and was in Amsterdam but seems to have beaten us back to Richmond and yeah just creepy right but nothing to do about it,” Jamie shrugged and shows Jan his phone. The same email address as before had sent Jamie another picture and this time Jan couldn’t ignore it. “Is that your doorstep?” Jan asked, taking the phone from Jamie.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

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“If I could just stay the night, I can figure out where to go tomorrow. Promise I won’t be a burden, son.”

Earnest, clean-cut, unsure: who was this man who replaced Jamie’s father? Wasn't this what he always wanted? A sober, engaging Dad? Sobriety alone was a big first step, one James had never managed to hold on to for long before. Shouldn't he reward that?

Maybe you should forgive him.

Five words that rotated through Jamie’s head since he first heard them on the Etihad sideline. Later Jamie would think he should've said get the fuck out, Dad. But Ted’s words were louder. So Jamie said a different five words. Five words he didn’t know would change everything.

“Of course you can stay.”

[abubblingcandle]

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Muchly appriciated. Focus today has been on Ch3 of Where the Hell is the Karma? which I don't really want to share any of because it should be up tomorrow (you know when I said it was nearly done at 3600 words ... it's now 7000 lol), and A Treatment Room Doors Moment because I'm having a kick of inspiration for it. So hears a little bit from Ch5 of ATRDM

“How about this Pheebs? We find Uncle Roy a nice café and get him some ice cream and you tell me all about your season so far while queueing for that Spongebob ride so we don’t have to take your bag with us?” Jamie grinned, bending down to Phoebe’s height to discuss with her. “I can fucking ride the Spongebob ride,” Roy growled. “But wouldn’t it be nicer to have ice cream instead of having to queue with loads of ew, children,” Jamie replied in his best talking to a child voice and Phoebe giggled. “I can fucking ride the Spongebob ride,” Roy repeated, gritting his teeth to try and not lash out at Jamie. Jamie sighed, worrying his lip and staring at the floor. “Mind giving me and your uncle a moment Pheebs. How about you grab that bench for us?” Jamie’s forced smile returned and Phoebe nodded, running to claim a seat before someone else grabbed it. Jamie gave her a little nod before turning to face Roy, smile still plastered on his face. “What the fuck are you doing Roy?” he hissed through clenched teeth. “What the fuck are you doing trying to sideline me?” Roy snapped. “You can barely walk you twat. I know you should be on crutches right now but chose not to start a fight about that. We’ve been on our feet most of the day. Every time you walk up stairs the noise makes me want to vomit. I’m trying to save your leg and also your mood. That queue is fucking long. Just sit down, read a book and eat some ice cream instead of suffering for literally no fucking reason. Fucking idiot,” Jamie ranted. “My knee is fine. I got that damn surgery so that I could do things with Phoebe, so that she wouldn’t have to not do things because of my injuries anymore,” Roy grunted. “Great, well done you for making one sensible choice in the last god knows how long but one, Phoebe isn’t missing out because the hottest footballer in the prem is going to take her on whatever rides she wants and buy her so much sugar because he doesn’t have to witness the consequences. Two, if you fuck up your knee more by being a stubborn little shit then you are just going to miss out on more in the future,” Jamie stated, counting his points on his fingers. Roy had to do the one thing that he hated more than anything else in the world … admit that Jamie had a point.

[abubblingcandle]

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anything whumpy for this fine evening?

Sorry for the delay on this but I thought today was going to be a work only day but then! Miracles do happen and I found a webpage for my work reading that had papers cited so I don't have to trawl for papers.

Huzzah!

So I have some writing time and have turned my attention to trying to finish Chapter 3 of Make Me Fret so here we are. It's nearly done, not finished tonight nearly done but nearly done all the same.

“What, do you fucking mean Roy?” Jamie hissed, face slack and emotionless. But although his face was emotionless, Jamie’s body was betraying every thought that must be churning through his mind. One arm was wrapped protectively around his ribs and the other was bunched in the hospital bedsheet, knuckles white from how hard he gripped it in his tight fist. The rise and fall of his chest was frantic as the breaths hissed like a metronome through his nose. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think you need any more details than that Jamie,” Roy whispered. His eyes widened in shock at the snarl that ripped out of Jamie’s gritted teeth. “You do not get to make that decision,” Jamie replied. At least now he looked less like he was going to throw up. But unfortunately more like he was going to rip out Roy’s throat with his teeth.