Words for you:

Combine, medication, bed, and/or concussion

thank you my incredible friend <3 There were A LOT of these to choose from so hopefully you enjoy the ones I picked :)

Combine from the home invasion fic:

An hour later, or at least he thought it was an hour, Jamie sat on the floor of his closet, wrists tied painfully behind his back, ankles tied in front of him. The darkness of the walk-in, his likely head injury and the anxiety of being held captive combined to rob him of any ability to deduce the length of time that’s passed. 

Medication from thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was):

Dad arrived shortly with a cheese toastie, medication, water and an ice pack for his ankle as promised. Jamie watched wearily as his father gripped his ankle again, fright shot through him at his father’s hands on his vulnerable limb. But James’ touch was gentle as he wrapped the ice pack around his son’s injury and it should have relaxed Jamie but only made him more leery. His Dad was always suspiciously caring after an outburst after all. As he sat there being the dutiful patient under his father’s watchful gaze, every one of Jamie’s synapses were firing at him, telling him one thing: run.

Bed from earlier in the same fic:

Had he fucked something up? Is that why he was all alone and left to fend for himself and lick his wounds? Jamie shifted in the hospital bed, and agony flared from various parts of his body. His head ached, his jaw, but also just the general pain of a concussion like his brain was being squeezed in a vice. His ribs ground in his chest, sharp and tight. Overall, his entire body was painful, and his shallow breaths came faster as he tried to breathe through the pain. He tried to remember what happened, but it only caused the vice to compress tighter.

Concussion from False Confidence:

Jamie hadn’t made much sense since his concussion, his words the mumbles and slurs of someone with a signifigant head injury. But one phrase came out loud and clear. One phrase slapped Ted harder than a brisk Chicago wind in February.  Precious moment. 

Fudge. 

So Jamie had heard that and apparently been carrying it around since then, the hurt of the careless joke growing with him like a tumour.

For word thing: stairs, hurt, bed

Thank you thank you friend!

All from thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was):

Bed

Jamie heard the door open, and his skin prickled in warning. He had to get out of here. He had to go. The nurse turned her head and spoke to the man. “He woke but started to become agitated. Not uncommon with head injuries. Especially if he was mugged, poor lad. We’re giving him something to calm him down.” Mugged? Had he been mugged? Where? When? The doctor injected something else into his IV, and the man stepped closer, and the nurse moved to allow him space. Jamie tried to move deeper into the bed but whatever they gave him was working, and he was struggling to stay awake. Jamie felt his eyes drift close, but they snapped open as the person by his bed spoke.  “It’s okay, I’m here now,” Every voice in his head screamed at him to get out of there, but the darkness pulled him farther and farther away from consciousness. The man’s words reached through the void, grabbed him and held him down as he struggled to free himself.  “You’re safe, son.” Dad.

Hurt

“Did, did they call Mummy-Mum?”Jamie coughed, Dad wouldn’t like him calling Georgie Mummy. He’s not going to like Jamie asking after her at all. “Did they call Mum?” Mummy was his emergency contact and they would’ve called her. She and Simon will be here soon. They’ll make Dad leave. They’ll sort it all out while his brain was too concussed to do it himself.  “They said they did, but the woman didn’t answer. Probably busy working or with that husband of hers. You know how she is.” No, James didn’t know how Mummy was. She had never put Simon before him. And bless Simon, he had never expected or wanted anything different. If Mummy knew he was in hospital she would be breaking all sorts of speed limits and sound barriers to get to him. Fuck, his head hurt.

Stairs

“Dad?” Jamie called out weakly. He didn’t want to attempt the stairs on his crutches when he was already unsteady, but he also knew he should be resting his ankle.  “Dad?” he tried again. Jamie wasn’t sure if he wanted his father to hear his cry or not, but Jamie didn’t have any longer to think as James appeared at his bedroom door. “Ah, he’s awake,” James smiled, and Jamie got fresh goosebumps on the back of his neck.

As for the sprint, I did a total of 45 minutes and added 700ish words, some concussed Jamie spiralling for your pleasure.

Roy was going to fucking kill him, letting his father back into his life like the fucking idiot he was or if he really had gone and gotten himself mugged. Either way, he would be in the dog house at the dog track. “Didn’t even have the prick signal, and you managed to out-prick yourself anyway,” the older man would likely say, or something similar, because pissing off a stranger seemed much more likely than a random mugging.  Roy would be pissed at him, but Jamie couldn’t deny the safety he felt at the thought of his friend and coach.  He’s here, he’s there, he’s every fucking where Roy Kent.  Well, where the fuck was he now? Disneyland Paris with Phoebe, he remembered belatedly. Fuck. 

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Noooooooooo @thirteenemeraldcats I went to edit your ask and accidentally hit the delete icon. BUT! I think I remember the words. Let me know if I’m wrong though!

Pillow from thought i wanted love (‘til you showed me what it was):

The next time Jamie woke, it was with terror bubbling inside him. Jamie gasped awake from a nightmare. Or was it a memory? Both? It didn’t matter. All Jamie knew for sure was he had to get out of the hospital, away from his Dad. He sat up quickly, too quickly, and groaned as he fell back against the pillows, room tilting violently.

Alarm from chapter two of there is no other land (only one I had and the sentences around it are spoilery):

Alarm bells sounded in Roy’s head.

Coffee from the post-series version of the sequel to the loudest silence:

“Hi baby,” Georgie cooed to her son as she placed her own coffee on the tray by hs bed. “You have a good night?”

Georgie held Jamie’s limp hand in hers. One hand was covered with an IV and more tubes than Roy cared to count. Fading bruises and abrasions covered both arms and Roy knew there were more hiding beneath the hospital gown and blanket. Jamie’s left leg was held rigid in a brace, the grotesque looking traction contraption removed a few days before.

green, bag, tea, and/or spring for the word thing!

thank you my talented friend :)

My only green is technically not new but in an updated version of a prompt response I posted last week that I'm tinkering with maybe continuing, and fixing up to post on ao3 to have everything together.

 If someone was calling him this early, it wasn’t a social call, no if someone was calling him this early, something was terribly wrong. Briefly, he entertained the idea that some terrible car accident meant Ruth was being called to work, but that hope was destroyed when Roy glimpsed the name on the caller ID.  Jamie Tartt. “Jamie?” Roy answered on the third try, his shaking fingers missing the little green button the first two tries as nerves wracked through him.

Bag from thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was):

“Oh fuck off. I had a couple drinks. It’s no big deal. I’ll go to a meeting tomorrow.” Jamie stormed upstairs to the guest room where his Dad was staying. Jamie grabbed a duffel bag from the closet and filled it with everything he bought his father the past week. New clothes, toiletries, trainers, anything the man needed. James was standing in the foyer when Jamie returned downstairs with the packed bag. Jamie inhaled deeply as he placed the bag at the front door, preparing for his father to dig in his heels.  “I’m done, Dad,” Jamie said. “This was your last chance. Get out.”

Tea from False Confidence:

“Did he wake up?” Roy pulled Ted from his thoughts, handing him plain water while the assistant coach sipped his tea.  “Yeah for a bit, the doc was here but he was more confused than I was that time I got lost in the corn maze at Old Mister McGuirk’s farm.” “Yeah, don’t talk like that when he wakes up. What’d the doctor say?” Roy asked.

Spring from you inherit the sins, you inherit the flames:

No one told you how devastating it was to lose your father while he was still alive.

No one told you there could be a moment from which you viewed everything as before and after.

For Rebecca Welton, that moment happened when she was sixteen and walked in on her father with another woman. After that terrible fall Friday, there was a distinction in her life. Where before, she had a Dad, and then that man was her father. There was a difference between the two. One that she didn’t know existed until it happened.

She spent the fall and winter waiting for her father to beg her forgiveness, but by spring, when the ground thawed but her heart remained frozen, she knew he never would.

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Tagged by the amazingly talented @jonairadreaming

James continued on, playing into Jamie’s insecurities with the same ease he played a game of snooker.

That’s a lot of people so I’m just going to tag a few if you want to play but no pressure @thirteenemeraldcats @jamiesfootball @nativestarwrites <3

Words for you!!

Dark and/or swallow and/or hear

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Thank you thank you my wonderful friend :)

I remembered this was in my drafts. I didn’t get around to 2/3 of the writing sprints with them but will hopefully tonight in your honor! In the meantime I hope you enjoy 🤍

Dark from thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was);

It was dark out when Jamie woke next. He was in his bedroom, and it took him a while to realize how he’d gotten there before he remembered the hospital, his Dad bringing him home. The clock read 21:04. Everything earlier was a blur, he couldn’t remember what time they got home from the hospital or how long they were there. Jamie shifted in bed and his body tensed in pain at his ribs and ankle.  Jamie held his head in his hands, willing himself to remember what happened. Was he mugged? Or was this his father? He didn’t think his father would go after his legs, after all, Jamie’s legs were James’ money train, but it was the off-season. Or it was an accident. Or maybe, just maybe, his father had changed. Jamie wanted nothing more than that to be the case.

588 new words added!

Swallow from we inherit the sins, we inherit the flames:

“I’m sorry, too, Jamie,” she said, and Jamie’s eyes snapped up to her face as he searched for answers to her condolences.  “About your father,” Rebecca watched as his eyebrows knit together in an unspoken question.  “I should’ve talked to you before. After Wembley.” Confusion gave way to something else, something she couldn’t place. Embarrassment? Hurt? Anger? He swallowed hard and his face took on a carefully constructed calm. “Oh yeah, I’m sorry, Ms Welton. I shouldn’t have done that. My Dad…our relationship is, uh, not the best,” Jamie said, looking down at his hands.

Hear from the previously published being updated prompt:

Roy wasted no time pulling on his pants and boots, the phone lying nearby on speakerphone in case there was more to hear. Roy eyed it like a bomb, waiting for it to explode at any moment. Roy hoped to hear a slamming door, to hear Jamie come back to the phone and relay he was shaken but safe, the person Jamie was yelling at on the other side of a locked and alarmed door. His anxiety grew with every second of silence, but the noise that greeted him eventually made Roy wish for the previous quiet.

4, 29, 42?

Thank you my lovely friend <3

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Oh this is tough. I somewhat mentioned it to you last night but I think a lot about season 1 Roy telling Jamie his right foot was kissed by God and it makes him question his faith (ignoring Jamie’s hard work etc) and then in the finale telling Jamie actually he is out to get him. I think about Jamie getting hurt sometime after either of these incidents and Roy feeling guilty and then the added angst of Jamie essentially throwing Roy’s words back at him. And why yes it does fill me with existential dread thanks for asking :)

29. give us a spoiler for one of your stories.

“I shouldn’t have said that to Keeley,” Jamie stared at Rebecca intently. “Aren’t you gonna tell me that? Call me a prick for doing that when she’s with Roy?”

“I don’t think I have any moral ground to stand on here, Jamie,” she said, taking a sip from the freshly opened wine bottle.

“Because you broke up with Sam?”

Rebecca spit the wine out over herself.

42. describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.

confusion, isolation, fear, wanting, pain

For the first sentence of a fic game how about: "What did you just say to me?"

As I mentioned Monday and yesterday, planning to use the three sentences I received for this ask game and turning them into a three chapter fic. Here is open of chapter three of thought i wanted love (‘til you showed me what it was):

"What did you just say to me?"

Jamie froze.

What was the fancy way Doctor Sharon described it? Attentive immobility. Jamie never knew it was a stress response, thought because his body didn’t choose fight or flight it was just something else wrong with him. Something else his Dad would hold against him.

For word Wednesday: care, anyone, call, and/or send

Care from thought i wanted love (‘til you showed me what it was):

“Will do love, you rest up,” the nurse said, gently patting his knee. “Let that father of yours take care of you.”

That’s what Jamie was worried about.

Anyone from here for a reason but you don’t know why aka false confidence:

All free kicks will be taken by Zava.

All penalties will be taken by Zava.

All corners, anyone to Zava.

That’s who Jamie Tartt was now, anyone. He never thought he’d miss being a reality television starlet. At least then, he was someone. Now, he was just another player trotting around. Now, he was nothing.

Call also from here for a reason but you don’t know why aka false confidence:

“Docs here, thanks Doc, I’ll uh, call you later,” Ted lied.

He hung up the phone, focusing on his breath. It was a bad idea to call Doctor Sharon. He latched onto her like a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean, but the lifeboat made you reexamine your feelings before you were allowed on board and Ted couldn’t handle that right now with an unconscious Jamie lying a few feet away. Ted didn’t have time to work through his trauma in time to show up late to Rebecca’s father’s funeral. Jamie needed him now.

Send from the untitled Jamie hides an injury because the team is out of substitutions fic.

Dani eyed him but didn’t comment further. Zoreaux wasn’t going to be able to stay in the match, not when they were already calling for the stretcher. Thank God he still wore the protective mask. Roy would have to send in O’Brien and use their last substitution.

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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.”

Ted was right; Freddy Krueger wasn’t waiting for him- his dad was.

As mentioned yesterday, I plan to take the sentences I received in the ask box game to make a 3 chapter fic. This will be the start of chapter 2 of thought i wanted love (‘til you showed me what it was):

Ted was right; Freddy Krueger wasn’t waiting for him- his dad was.

Jamie might’ve preferred Freddy Krueger. At least with him, Jamie would know what to expect, knife-hands and all. With his father, the knife-hands came in the form of insults and fists and shod feet, disguised in the suit of someone supposed to care about you. Jamie’s dreams turned to nightmares all the same. It didn’t matter who was doing the killing, his cries for help would always turn to ashes in his mouth.

For the 6 sentence fic thing (Sending the same line to everyone lol):

"Can you remember what happened to you?” he asked, voice quiet with concern.

So these got my brain rotating ideas and I decided to take the 3 sentences I received and turn them into a 3 chapter story. So here are the first 6 sentences of chapter one of thought i wanted love (‘til you showed me what it was):

"Can you remember what happened to you?” he asked, voice quiet with concern.

Jamie strained against the bright light, blinking as the face the voice belonged to came into focus.

“No,” Jamie said, voice thick with disuse.

And he couldn’t. Couldn’t remember where he was or how he got here. Hospital, he assumed.

Shut and/or Room and/or Drink

Thank you my impressive friend <3

Shut from an untitled Rebecca bit. It was originally an introspective with her relationship with her father vs Rupert. But the part with her father has spun to a Bad Dad's Universe story so not sure where the Rupert bit will end up, but here is some:

And the worst part was he was right. At least half right. She didn’t have anyone. Not really. Not in a way with any importance. She shut everyone out for him. For Rupert, who didn't care enough, who didn't love her enough, to put her first. He never would. 

Room from all that you can take with you is that which you have given away aka Roy Kent's it's a wonderful life:

The hallway stretched out in an endless amount of doors once they exited the lift. He followed Ruth as she counted off the room numbers to herself. The lights were dimmed in the room they arrived at. Roy’s heart almost stopped beating at the site of Jamie.

Drink from thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was):

“Jamie, are you even fucking listening?” He was pulled from his thoughts again. Shit. “Sorry, Dad, maybe had a bit too much to drink at the end of the season party.”  If there’s one thing James Sr could understand, it was too much drink.  “Could never hold your liquor, could you, son?”

that latest bit has me 🫣 bc i went to your fic tag and read the other snippet. all of your fics are so good and you feed us so well!

Thank youuuuuuuuuu, kind stranger! You are too nice to me :)

I updated the tag I realised some I tagged under the full title and some as the abbreviation. But the fic started when I did one of those games where someone sends in the first line, and I'm supposed to write the next five. Well, the three I received were delicious, and I realised they fit very well together, so I decided to turn them into a 3 chapter (ish) fic.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The clip from earlier today is from chapter 2, while the one from yesterday is chapter 3. Here's a clip from chapter 1 as appreciation for your nice words:

The nurse smiled at him.

"Someone’s here to see you, I think he just stepped out for a coffee. He’s been so worried. He’ll be glad to see you’re awake.” Roy must be here. That’s good. Roy would help. Roy would help him remember. Roy would take care of him. But Jamie couldn’t help the fear spiking in the back of his brain. Jamie should be relieved, but something in him told him not to relax; something in him told him he should run.