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After a disastrous fight with the sidekick, the vilain finds themselves in an interrogation room. What could go wrong?
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Tommy gets kidnapped by the famous Girlboss trio, the Syndicate, why? Because they want him to join their team of course!
Tommy gives them a reality check.
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Jamie's the one who dropped into position. Jamie's the one who helped Zava set a record. He did this to himself.
Jamie let it happen.
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- Part 1 of Bad Things Happen Bingo
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𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴.
A long bus ride home in a storm, after a spectacularly bad loss at an away game is bad enough, but then Jamie wakes up screaming.
AKA The Jamie has a nightmare on the team bus fic
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Jamie doesn’t seem surprised when Roy silently joins him, lowering himself until he was sitting, a little grunt huffing out of him as he bends his knee. Jamie turns to look at him, his face streaked with tears. “She’s gone, Roy. Mummy’s gone.” The words tumbled out like a confession, raw and broken.
“I know, lad. I know,” Roy replies softly, settling beside him in the sand.
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- Part 2 of A Hole In The Heart
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He was trying. Jamie had fucking meant it. He wasn’t trying to waste Roy’s time, but the nasty little voice at the back of his skull wondered whether he was wasting it anyway. It was a habit of Jamie’s, wasting his chances.
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06 Jan 2025
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Jamie does NOT know how to take care of himself
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i should be the poster kid for this shit by anotherlongstoryshort
Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV)
29 Jul 2023
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“14.” Jamie’s voice was too loud, too sharp in this safe space that on any other day felt like home. But his fingers were clenching and unclenching, and his shoulders were coiled tight, and there was a rushing in his ears.
The vitriol pooled like acid on his tongue and Jamie couldn’t help but spew it out before it began to eat him away.
“I were 14.”
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From a Tumblr prompt: The team somehow find out about what Jamie’s dad did in Amsterdam and are horrified/furious.