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(The one with 😬 was an accident!)

“Is the water warm enough?” Sam asked, eying his friend wearily.

Jamie nodded as the chattering of his teeth slowly decreased.

“And your knee feels okay like this? I could put a towel under it in the bath or I could hold it up or-”

Jamie encircled Sam’s wrist with a still too cold and now wet hand, stilling his excited energy and nodded again.Sam briefly wondered if Jamie was too tired, too upset, too overstimulated to speak but then he said, “Yeah, yeah it’s good. Thanks, mate, I can manage if you want–”

“I want to help,” Sam said, cutting him off, maybe too quickly. He was prepared for this, prepared to personally fight Jamie’s demons to allow the kindness of a friend, but suddenly he was feeling his position as tenuous. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

Sam was well aware Jamie had issues accepting help for things he had been conditioned against lest he look soft to his abusive father. Everyday he was greeted with something new this world had conditioned men to view as other, and Sam was never more grateful for the love and support his father and his family had raised him with, never instilling any of the toxic masculinity traits he and his teammates so often tried not to conform to. Jamie had not been lucky enough to have a father like Ola, and so while Sam wanted to do everything he could to help his friend, he also did not want to force him into doing something he would feel uncomfortable with and make the situation worse when he was injured.

“No, this is nice,” Jamie said, releasing his wrist and giving Sam a small smile. “Thank you.”

Relief and optimism flooded through the length of Sam’s body as he returned the smile.

Eight weeks and eight draws into his second season at Richmond, Ted meets with Jamie at the Crown & Anchor and tells him he can't come back to the team; it's not a good fit. The next day, he changes his mind. The day after that, he wakes up in the past.

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it is finals season and i am #struggling but i will every so often click into my the sun is only a God if you learn to starve doc and gaze fondly at the words there. so! here's a bit from the upcoming chapter 2!!

“Hey, hey, hey!” Coach Lasso hollers from the sidelines, through cupped palms, all cheerful exuberance. The coaches usually let these little games tire themselves out before starting real practice, but either Coach Lasso is being uncharacteristically impatient today, or they’ve noticed the sudden stillness out here in the middle of the pitch. “How ’bout y’all make like Paul McCartney and come on to me, yeah?” “Ooh, deep cut,” says Coach Beard. He isn’t hollering through cupped palms, yet somehow Sam can hear him just as clearly. Perhaps it’s the firmly crossed arms. They lend a certain air of confidence, which is really the root of projection. “Shouldn’t it be come on over to me?” says Colin once they’ve jogged close enough to talk at normal volumes, crossed-arms-notwithstanding. “To be all grammatical, like.” “Quit trying to be smart,” says Isaac. “Well, now, I s’pose it should be,” Coach Lasso acknowledges. “I’ll file that away for next time, Colin, thank you muchly. All right! Who’s ready to take some ball and kick some name?” Nobody says anything. Sam’s not sure about the rest of them, but he’s waiting on tenterhooks for Jamie’s familiar drawl to pipe up from the back. That ain’t a real thing people can do, Coach. The words hold such a well-worn place in his mind that he almost imagines he can conjure them into being through sheer force of will—like a magic spell, cast across the hollow echo of Jamie that’s been wandering around in place of the real one. Bring him back, please. Please, erase the blood and the shadows and the monster. Take it all away and leave my friend behind. There must be a way to do it.

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Whump sequel finish soon maybe???

it is almost four times longer than the original jfc

In Ted's opinion, they'd never made a hospital worth stepping into. Hope and despair crowded into a maw; that's what hospitals were made of. Even the comfort came flavored with the scent of Lysol and dead orchids. You could call it an ER or an A&E or any other combination of letters, but a building by any other name would still give Ted the sense that he wasn't any better than a brightly colored bird in a cage being carried down a dark tunnel while people in white coats assured him that everything was perfectly all right.

But it did its job. The beeping and the machines and the people with the checklists, they were all just doing their jobs, and necessary ones at that.

To any of them, it might appear that Ted was also doing his job. It would be a charitable thought, to see Ted standing in the doorway and think he was checking in on one of his players, when the reality was that he was caught in place, no more able to close the distance between him and Jamie now than he had been at any other point during his tenure at Richmond.

mutuals and followers at large I'm glad you're alive and I hope it gets easier

being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.

Loved loved loved Five Times the Team Shows Jamie Kindess and One Time he Realises Why. Is there anything you want to share about it? I am looking forward to reading more whenever :)

Thank youuuu!

I love that you're looking forward to more! I have so many thoughts about what I want to explore with this.

I'd been rolling some thoughts around for a while about what if Jamie had really hurt his hand with that punch and what would it be like to have that constant physical reminder of something that he'd probably rather try to forget ever happened like the show. No, I'm not bitter we didn't get any real aftermath.

I also wanted to play around with Jamie's thoughts on the team and the team's reaction to Jamie. He was welcomed back in the space of an episode in canon (with the exception of Roy) but I feel like Jamie always felt like he was on probation, it was always conditional on his good behaviour and teamwork. I mean, in S3 he's still worried about saying something that might make people think he's a prick.

How long before he felt like he really belonged and was part of the Richmond family? How long before he learnt that people could care about him without wanting anything from him in return?

I'm still smooshing around ideas in my head but I think I can safely say there's going to be a chapter with Beard (because boy oh boy, Jamie's going to put 2 + 2 together and get close to 4 when he sees Beard's bruised face). Higgins, because I really want to explore how he feels about that advice he gave Jamie. And Sam, because Sam is one of the ones Jamie hurt the most in S1 so I feel like that journey from team mate I tolerate to actual friend would be interesting to explore. The fifth chapter is yet to be decided, might be Rebecca.

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

uncle roy doodle page

Opens the tumblr app for a specific reason

Gets distracted on tumblr

Closes tumblr app and sees other app that reminds me why I went on tumblr

Goes back on tumblr and makes this post

Repeat

In the aftermath of Wembley, Jamie has to deal with a broken hand and a bruised heart, but the actions of the team slowly help him to heal in more ways than one.

okay everyone reblog and tell me your favorite perfume. but if your favorite is glossier you… don’t bother

Word Game Wednesday:

Motion

"I mean, you and Jamie?"

That got his attention. "What about me and Jamie?"

"Not to offend, or anything. It's just nice that you're friends now."

He hummed noncommittally, ignoring the way it sat unsettled under his skin. It was one thing to hear it from his niece -- another completely to hear it from someone who wasn't even here for any of it.

But Nate wouldn't take the fucking hint and leave it alone.

He motioned towards the cut on Roy's forehead with a smile and joked, "He didn't give that to you, did he?"

So he walked out the hotel, took a few shortcuts, and walked into the pub his da’ had chosen for their exchange. Like most conversations with the man, it was brutal and exhausting. He was looking forward to getting back to the hotel and napping.

It was while looking just over his dad’s shoulder, so he’d think Jamie was looking at him, that he saw a man at the bar dose a drink before passing it on to the lady beside him. Fuck, she’d been looking down to put her phone in her purse. Like it was a slow motion horror movie, Jamie saw her bring it to her lips and take a sip.

He was standing and moving before he’d really registered his intent.

Word Game Wednesday from @ficwip - Motion

From the Hunted AU Big Bang fic

Because they had somehow lost Tartt and Kent in the escape, they needed to start to put plans into motion. The first step was phone intercepts. “Tartt is close with his family, so is Kent but just his sister and niece it seems. They would know what we will be watching them so likely won’t fall back on Kent’s familial connections,” Kevin muttered staring at the mostly empty whiteboard. “But Tartt, he’ll have a large network up north. He’s talked about his background more frequently recently and it seems to be an it takes a neighbourhood dynamic for the raising of young Jamie,” Mira called out from in front of the computer. Kevin scrawled Ruth O’Sullivan, Georgie Sutton, and Simon Sutton on the board underneath the pictures of the duo. Those would be their principal targets.