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I'M SORRY ?!
what the fuck is this
this event feels like a callout bc what the fuck is that scar placement for if not a direct "@ trixie we saw your blog ur ass hasn't been playing so we're giving him the Tommy Arashikage Scar™︎ give us your fucking money and be bound in the chains of capitalism you WHORE"
EXACT FUCKING PLACEMENT TOO this is a direct callout which one of yall works for hyv
fuck you hoyo this is manipulative capitalism I will be waiting when it comes out thank you v much TAKE MY FUCKING MONEY
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losing my favourite game
"You think that's how a real professional behaves?" His father grabs for his hair but it's too short to get a good grip so he pushes his head to the side instead. "Fucked it up and now spreading your legs is all you're good for."
Jamie presses his lips together. He wants to retort that surely Roy Kent would have fucked him on the pitch if that were true. But Roy didn't. He left without a second glance.
featuring omegaverse, a smidge of James Tartt Sr, and surprisingly little smut
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Playing at Nelson Road again is weird. When he’d changed in the dressing room for the visiting team, it had truly sunk in. He’s just a guest here. Had always been a guest, hadn’t he? Thrown out as soon as he started feeling too comfortable. And now Lasso with his stupid “I wish him all the best” mind games. As if he really cared. As if any of the team cared. Not one of them greeted him. Maybe that last night had been a dream. Maybe they hadn’t shared a bottle of Mezcal around their burning sacrifices. Maybe he’d never given up the boots and told them about his mum and his dad.
He warms up on the pitch and Roy Kent watches from the bench. Glaring at him. Jamie throws him a kiss.
Energy is buzzing under his skin. He knows he's showing off, pressing for the first goal, for the win. It doesn't fall in the first half.
Roy Kent is on the pitch for the second half.
He wants to ask him what he's doing. Remind him that he won't be able to keep up with them, that he will make a laughing-stock out of his own career. He doesn't. Tries to be glad Richmond is giving them an easy one. And then the referee blows the whistle and he throws himself back into the game.
He sweats through his kit during the first few minutes but he isn't tired. Everything seems to be sharper. The crowd on the stands, the calls from his teammates. The smell of the grass. The glare of the floodlights. Roy's presence, unavoidable in the back of his mind, always letting him know where he is and how fast Jamie could be by his side. He wants to follow the call, ask Roy what he did to him. But then O’Gara passes him the ball and he doesn’t have time. Roy will still be here after the match.
He takes off. No one is between him and the goal. He can already see the shot, knows where he will bury the ball into the net, just a bit further...
His neck prickles.
Thoughts of a weak knee, of going easy. No. He’ll need to prove himself, to show how much he wants Jamie. That he’ll fight for him.
He runs.
Come on, Alpha. Show me.
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omg happy 200 followers!! ;o; thank you for liking and rb my silly posts, every time i see a lil encouraging comment in the tags i shed a tear, y'all deserve a kiss in the forehead ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭♡
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