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I NEED RICHMOND.
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should i add smthn to my rules about how i tend to reply quickly
#i might be overthinking this but like#i know that my (frequent but not always) speed can be a turn off for some people#im like. the opposite of low activity#i have never used a queue in my life#a lot of my replies come out same day and if not same day the next day
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"I don't think Roy agrees with anything he doesn't actually want to agree to," Jamie points out, just barely resisting the urge to roll onto his stomach to tan his back - he hasn't spent enough time laying on his back yet, and restless as he may be, he wants his tan to be even. It's rare that they get this much sun in London, and Jamie wants to take full advantage of it while he can. "Princess," he adds on, just barely biting back a cheeky smirk.
Keeley's hand takes his and he opens his eyes, looking over at her, now unable to bite back a fond, affectionate smile. He gives her hand a squeeze, then closes his eyes again, tilting his face back towards the sun. "Pretty sure that's not how it works, either." Jamie's got great tits - for a man. That doesn't make him believe he'd be a big dog. He thinks he'd be one of those perfectly medium sized dogs. Just like how he's not too tall and not too short, he'd be not too big and not too small. The perfect attacking midfielder's height. "Oh, fuck yes, I'd fucking love that." It would be the perfect organisation to set him up with. Helping to get dogs adopted into their forever homes? It sounds exactly fit to him. "Whatever they need me t'do, I'd do it."
" what part of i'm the princess don't you get? " keeley tries to firm it, tries to keep her face solemn and serious, but it breaks and she's soon chuckling again, standing up to push her sun lounger closer to his, almost like a nice big double bed outside, " he'll listen to you, but he'll agree with me. " even just to sate her, she reckons.
brushing her hands down her front, she looks down a moment, pulling her tshirt at the back, tightening it over her chest, " nah, my rack makes me the biggest dog goin', babe. " keeley settles beside him, reaching to take hold of his hand, fingers lacing with his, " i'll be whatever one you think i am, you know them better than me anyway. you know we should fuckin' set you up with dog's trust, shouldn't we? that'd be fucking brill. jamie tartt, youth work leader, lover of dogs. like a sexy paul o'grady. "
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"Yeah, I do, but I also work at a bar," Jamie points out. Sure, he mostly keeps his arse parked behind the bar, leaving the drinks and food delivery to the waiters, but he knows how to carry a tray should the necessity arise. He's a man of many talents. Could probably pass as a footballer if he tried [ though not as somebody in the Prem. Some League One fuck who'll never have the skills to make it big ]. He knows his ability to wear many hats is what makes him as valuable as he is to people like Jon. He can carry a tray just as well as he can crack a safe just as well as he can charm just about anyone into telling him just about anything. Despite his attempt to get out of this game years ago, he's a fucking god at it and he knows it.
The threat is enough to catch Jamie's attention. If so many people do know about them, he'll ask around between now and the job. There are plenty of dodgy fucks he knows in this city, but there are less people he'd like knowing that he's getting back into those waters. Better to keep himself safe than to get himself killed because he asked questions of someone he doesn't fully trust. "I'm just askin' 'cause I don't want the whole fuckin' city t'know I'm back in. How many people know you're here talkin' t'me today?"
" your arms look like you spend a fuck ton of time in the gym, makes you fit, doesn't always mean you've got the coordination skills to carry a tray, but that's a relief. " he's cheeky and he knows he is, knows he pushes people but he won't change himself; sometimes it worked in his favour, after all! drumming his fingertips on the tabletop in an idle manner, keen eyes watching jamie inspect the photo, jon just hopes that this fit bartender was truly worth the money and that he would live up to the expectations he's long since formed in his mind. only time will tell now.
this is all a reminder of why usually they never hire out of house -- the endless back and forth, the constant reassurance, " you'll trust me because everyone else in fucking london has heard of our lot, yeah? you ask any of your more dodgy mates an' they'll tell ya'. mazur's don't fuck about -- though, if you try fuckin' us over, my dad might just take you out back if you get what i mean, eh? " he chuckles, waves a hand and reclines, " what else do you want, then? what sort of reassurance? "
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Fan interactions tend to make Jamie's day. Growing up as avid a football fan as he was, he can understand when people's eyes light up at the sight of him. Surely, if he hadn't made it through the academy system [ as many boys don't ] and had never become a professional footballer, his eyes would do the very same thing at the sight of a Chelsea star. Therefore, it feels like an honour to greet a fan who clearly admires him the way he admired Roy growing up. "Yeah, hi, mate," he greets, moving closer and offering his hand to shake. "Good t'meet you, too." He's just about always out and about, if not on Roy-related training duties, then on his own; better to be out in public than cooped up alone in his massive fucking house, isn't it. "What's your name, then?"
❛❛ wow! you're jamie tartt! ❜❜ i don't normally get star - struck, but being a fan of football ... how could i not? i'm visiting the u.k. —— seeing joong-yeop, taking a much - needed vacation, and there's one of the stars of afc richmond! i smile, broad and bright, before inclining my head in a half - bow. ❛❛ it's a pleasure seeing you! i didn't expect to run into someone like you! ❜❜ a laugh escapes, airy and kind.
@tartt9, starter.
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challengers 2024 good no one is surprised
#if there's one thing my irls know about me that yall might not it's that i worship the ground luca guadagnino walks on#but yeah challengers good
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“ what if i can't make it right? ”
That's a question that haunts Jamie at night sometimes. What if everything he's done - and all of the mistakes he'll surely make in the future - makes him irredeemable. What if he's not a good person? What if he'll never be a good person? What if he's more of his father's son than his mother's? "You've still got to try." That's Jamie's answer, his belief. Even if he is past the point of no return, even if he is more bad than he is good, he still has to try. "Which's fucking terrifying, I know it is, but... in the end, saying you've tried and failed is better'n saying you haven't tried at all."
@belioness // from here !
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how long have you known?
It's a valid question, to be fair. He's quite good at keeping things to himself when he thinks he ought to. Though Jamie's not sure how Roy'll take it if he finds out the truth - Jamie's known since the start [ because he's a fucking genius ]. He tilts his head forward, purses his lips up, raises his brows as he tries to figure out what Roy's response might be. It's less than ten seconds before Jamie makes his mind up; he's a shit liar, and lying to Roy would probably be worse than telling him the full truth. "Since the start."
@horrorfyer [ roy ] // from here !
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ASSORTED QUESTION PROMPTS
* a collection of questions for all kinds of situations
does it ever stop?
is it still moving?
how long did it take you?
did you miss me as much as i missed you?
what car do you drive?
is that your big secret?
do you believe in love?
what if we fail?
when will i see you again?
would you sit with me?
will you stay the night?
what were your parents like?
what if i don't believe you?
are you giving up?
would you please listen to me for two seconds?
does this mean we're dating?
how many times do i have to tell you?
what if i don't feel the same?
do you have an answer?
will you turn that down?
do you have any siblings?
have you ever seen something so beautiful?
where should i put my things?
what if we don't make it out of here alive?
can i kiss you?
could you hold me for a while?
do you think we'll be together forever?
should i just leave?
is this a bad time?
did you ever imagine a life like this?
are you sure this is a good idea?
how much did you bring?
will you close the door?
did you do what i asked?
could you swing by later and pick me up?
need a ride?
and what if i say no?
do you smell that?
what if i never see you again?
what if things don't work out the way we planned?
what if i take the couch?
are you limping?
where did you find this?
pour me a drink, will you?
when did you know you loved me?
what if i can't stop?
how long have you been seeing them?
how long is this going to take?
were you ever going to tell me the truth?
what if i don't believe you?
what are you watching?
did you hear me?
will you help me remember?
what if there's more to this?
what does that make us?
was that your plan all along?
are we friends?
had enough?
what if i can't make it right?
do you think i'm a failure?
can you close the blinds?
where are you going?
were you planning on going without me?
do you feel the same way about me?
where are you off to in such a hurry?
how long have you been standing there?
is that the best you can do?
what if you're wrong?
how long have you known?
would you take a picture?
what if this is the end?
what if we don't come back from this?
how long has it been like this?
can i hold your hand?
are you hurt?
what if i'm right and you're wrong?
you lied to me all this time, didn't you?
can you hand me that?
what about us?
when was the last time you did this?
was it all a dream?
did you give up on me?
will you stay close to me?
you never loved me?
what's that smell?
did you hear something?
where's the wound?
what do i do when you leave?
what if i'm not good enough?
what did they say about me?
would you stop staring at me?
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Jamie's got no fucking idea what lacrosse is. He's an ocean of knowledge when it comes to football, he can keep up with conversations about rugby and manage a talk or two about cricket, but he's never heard of lacrosse. Shows how cultured he is. "Running's nice," he confirms - something he can actually talk about, given how much he does both at work and when Roy's working him in the mornings. "How far back d'you want me t'go, then?" he asks, shifting to face Alex, tossing his phone aside, the pizza out of his mind. "My best friend from childhood's in law school, too. Says it's fucking hard." That's not the point. They're talking football, and Jamie's just about been given full permission to indulge in explaining his passions. "I mean about Kent - d'you want me to start at the beginning, or just... y'know, the big stuff?"
❛❛ uh, not really my area of expertise? ❜❜ god he was lacking badly. ❛❛ lacrosse. ❜❜ he pointed a finger into the middle of his own chest. ❛❛ and a shit ton of running but i don't do that stuff professionally. ❜❜ he ran to workout, or as his sister would say: he ran to avoid. ( which he would argue but he couldn't ) ❛❛ you're going to play teacher? can't wait to hear this. wait, do i need to take notes? i didn't get into law school for nothing, i can take some of the best fucking notes. ❜❜
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home from airport (derogatory) that took so much longer than i thought it would....gonna go feed the menace (my friend's cat) and then i'll be here for the night !! <3
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airport (derogatory) again
#cannot WAIT to be home#when i get home though i go immediately to my friend's bc im catsitting for them this weekend#if u want cat pics i can provide#honestly just can't wait to not talk to people about Things and Stuff#also send me and jamie stuff if you want <3 i want to brainrot about a fictional footballer again
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❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜
It's really not a big deal, if you ask Jamie. He's seen friends, teammates, loved ones be put in much worse situations. What could've been a direct boot to the head, studs first, ended up just being getting a massive fucking scratch down his leg. There'll be bruises in the shape of the Brighton defender's studs for days, but he's fine, he let the trainers walk him off the pitch, jogged it off on the touchline, and then got back on the pitch after the mandated thirty seconds out. Now, as he looks at Roy, hears him out, it's almost endearing; the man who was a fucking menace to the league for decades being this concerned about him after taking a tackle not unlike the dozens Roy'd doled out himself. "I'm fine," he insists, turning and hiking up his Richmond joggers so Roy can see the bruises better. They'd be pretty fucking sick looking, honestly, if he ignored the way he'd obtained the six vertical bruises going from knee to ankle. "Doc wouldn't've let me play out the rest of the game if I weren't fine, yeah? Y'trust him?"
@horrorfyer [ roy ] // from here !
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"Erm, no," Jamie responds, sarcasm heavy in his voice as if it's incredibly obvious that he's not about to do that. He's far more confused than he is grateful, and he's not the sort to lather praise and gratitude onto someone he barely knows for doing something he doesn't understand. "What the fuck was that?" he asks, gesturing forward. It's obvious what he's talking about without any further details. He came away unscathed, for the most part, solely because this fucking prick put himself between Jamie and... whatever the fuck that was. "Seriously. Am I dreaming? Is this a bad movie? Can I wake up now?"
‘ we’re not done here. ’
his lips quirk without meaning to, amusement tracing along the hardened lines of his face. to the footballer's credit, flynn stops, head tilting to look back at him from over his shoulder. " guess you're right. this is the part where people usually say thank you, " the hunter begins, hand rising to wipe beads of sweat off his forehead, the barest of winces escaping when his fingers snag a new cut from the encounter not long ago. " but i doubt that's what you wanted to say. . . am i right, tough guy? "
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"I mean, I've got my legs," he answers as if it's the simplest thing in the world. If he's out and his phone dies, he can walk home. After all that time spent walking from City Centre to his estate, and all of the training he and Roy have put in in regards to cardio and endurance, he can handle a little bit of walking. "And the tube." He's really not worried about being stranded anywhere with a dead phone. Worst case scenario, he's Jamie fucking Tartt – half of the people in this country would let him use their phones to make quick calls to anyone, and Jamie's got Roy and Keeley's numbers memorised [ though he won't admit that out loud to them unprompted; he may be shit at maths, but he's great with numbers ]. "Keeley, babe, I get why you'd be worried for your safety and allat, but..." He shakes his head, lips pursing up. "I'm not all... tiny and stuff." In some awful scenario he doesn't really want to think about, Jamie can handle being hit, he could probably get himself out of a fight if he tried. Sure, he's only thrown one punch in his life, and he can't remember how effective it was, but he figures he could do it again.
His lips purse up in thought as she suggests dance classes. Would those be against his contract? Could he do one without indulging in something that would hurt his fitness or whatever the fuck the contract says? "Roy's not gonna agree t'doin' allat," he starts. "Can you fucking imagine, though? Him all... with his shit knee, all... grumpy and shit in some dance class?" The thought in his mind is making him laugh. "You'd have t'ask him if I'm allowed t'do that, though. 'Cause, like, I'm pretty sure there's some sort of noncompete stuff about how I can't do anything but footy for the club, y'know? Even the youth group stuff might be pushing it, but I think they don't really care about that, 'cause charity's good. Is the dance class for charity? That might work."
the spin does make her giggle, legs locking a little tighter around him as he sends her world all blurry for a second, stomach giddy, " jamie! " keeley chides, unseriously. shaking her head, she rests her chin against his shoulder and huffs gently, " you do need one, an' i'm going to get you one and you'll take it out 'cause what if your phone died when you were out on your own? how're you callin' me or roy or an uber or anything? huh? it's for safety! " thought she'd understand the bag space worry - for her it was no big deal; her bag was always stuffed full to the brim with just in case items. paracetamol, ibuprofen, pads, tampons, lighters, pens, fifteen hair ties, dry shampoo, a stain pen and.. a whole lot more, rattling about in there. a portable charger was just another addition, one she barely registered.
" it is fun. " her agreement is said with a sigh, nodding and glancing at the screen to watch as their uber driver gets closer and closer, " it is fucking fun. i love dancing. especially love dancing with you. " and roy, though she suspects he save his best moves for those infamous nights with his yoga group in soho, " maybe we should do one of those fucking dance classes some day. the salsa ones. or like.. they do jive and all that shit. be like we're on strictly! i could find us somewhere. maybe somewhere that does three person dances! wouldn't that be fun? "
#leagueprem#leagueprem [ keeley ]#replies !#verse: season v !#his dumbass brain turned on halfway through this reply he's a dumbass
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The growl only prompts Jamie to tug Jon's hair again; he has to bite back the urge to smirk with satisfaction at the noise. He knows it's both pleasure and irritation, knows exactly how to push Jon's buttons after going on two years with him. "I am normal eager," he insists, kissing Jon's head when he dips down to mouth at his neck. The touches to his thighs are perfectly enjoyable for him; he flexes them just to give Jon a taste of his strength there. "Pup knows you're gonna give in..." he responds, grinding against Jon lazily, moving his hands up Jon's chest, over his shoulders, down to squeeze his biceps. "Nah..." he responds, though he knows that Jon's right; the longer he holds off, the more desperate Jamie's going to get, especially with the way he's groping him right now. "Could get up'n go home right now, actually... we don't need t'do owt tonight... you're the one desperate t'see me all dressed up, or else y'wouldn't've given in t'me at the first whine."
in fucking america.. now there's a thought that haunts him with every day it creeps nearer. he can't believe he's going to spend his last world cup in fucking america, but that was the way the cookie crumbled and he's confident he'll enjoy it regardless, especially because by the end of it he'll be holding that trophy aloft.
the tug draws a soft growl from jon's lips, a little rumble of both enjoyment and annoyance, " yeah, yeah, normal eager, fuck off. " his words soften, tipping his head down to press his lips to jamie's pulse point, hands still stroking his thighs indulgently. " does it now? pup thinks he's calling the shots here? " a brow quirks, really quite amused with jamie's seldom-wavering battishness, " think i'll tease you a little while more, gorgeous. it's fuckin' brilliant entertainment for me, can't lie. knowing how desperate you're goin' to be pretty soon. how much you want to show it off for daddy. fuckin' beautiful. " his hand gropes jamie's arse, squeezing lightly as his hand rears to smack against it, kneading under his large paw, " aren't you, eh? "
#leagueprem#leagueprem [ jon ]#replies !#verse: season v !#no icon i cba 2 open photoshop rn and u love me either way
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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.
( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )
❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜
❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜
❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜
❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜
❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜
❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜
❛ come back to bed. ❜
❛ you look good like this. ❜
❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜
❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜
❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜
❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜
❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜
❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜
❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜
❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜
❛ may i have this dance? ❜
❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜
❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜
❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜
❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜
❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜
❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜
❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜
❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜
❛ well? how do i look? ❜
❛ can’t sleep? ❜
❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜
❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜
❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜
❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜
❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜
❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜
❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜
❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜
❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜
❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜
❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜
❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜
❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜
❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜
❛ kiss me again. ❜
❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜
❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜
❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜
❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜
❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜
❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜
❛ i was wrong about you. ❜
❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜
❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜
❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜
❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜
❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜
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Jamie's upbringing is a contradiction; he's a council estate boy through and through, someone who knows what it's like living from payday to payday, a boy who ate whatever he was given because a meal's a meal. He's also a boy who went to a day school with a fucking astounding tuition rate since he was nine when City picked him up. Now, he's a multimillionaire, earning thousands of pounds a week, but he'll never, ever forget where he comes from. Wealthy people will always remind him of being an outsider, of being someone who never fits in in his current tax bracket because of his thick Manc accent and the way he treats his bank account [ like it's endless, something he can distribute among his loved ones, because fuck it, it is; he's getting £300k a week for being as good as he is at what he does ]. That is what he brings to conversations, and that is the reason he may be wary around people who seem to be the sort that would look down on him when he was nine, twelve, fourteen at his posh fucking school.
"Don't know," he responds immediately; Jamie isn't the sort to keep his mouth shut when people pose questions to him. Even if they're rhetorical, he will be answering. He loves hearing his own voice. "Wouldn't've asked if I knew, would I?" Straightening his spine as the other leans in towards him - fucking tall prick - Tartt's head tilts to the side, doglike. "Sure I can." That's not necessarily a lie. He can, it's just a matter of whether or not he will. "Go on, then, let's hear it."
farleigh always had a particular way of holding himself, an arrogant air coming natural to, one that screamed old money to those who could recognize it. but maybe he was just projecting, wearing it a invisible armor of defense in order to convince himself of his own footing — but that much he'd never let on to. eyes look up from his phone and over to the person who's speaking to him, dark hues shifting over the other's frame, clearly taking in the sight before a smile slowly snakes his way across his lips.
❛❛ i don't know. what do you think i'm doing? ❜❜ he poses the question, twisting the focus back upon the other. he can't help but be curious as to what's going through the other's head in the silence that seems to be building between them now, and he smirks, amused by it. that is, before he gives in a little more to, letting out a soft sigh as he leans in closer to the other. ❛❛ — can you keep a secret if i tell you? ❜❜
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