#jamie’s stepdad simon

[fanficfanattic]

Goal, Chance and/or Away (purely taking words from this football commentary rn lol)

I am once again impressed with the gems my recent word challenges have excavated. Six fic snippets under the cut.

Goal

1. From a fic where a newly returned Jamie sees a man drug a lady’s drink at a bar and intervenes. But without context it just looks like Jamie got in a bar fight.

He knows it plays into the idea that he is a prima donna, a moody little bitch, feels like its proof that he’s more trouble than he’s worth. But he can’t help laying in bed; with the team that can barely stand him downstairs watching a movie, while he’s been fucking grounded to his room like the child Roy always said he was, and feeling desperately alone.

He hadn’t cared about being alone, before Ted. During most of his time with Ted, even. His dad had always made him either actively drive people away or that was just the practical application of conforming to his demands. He’d been used to it. It was all he’d ever known.

And then Keeley said he should stop battling the people trying to help him. And he sacrificed the reminder he’d taken from home, of home, when he left it. And danced around a bonfire after Roy Kent said he was right about something. Dani had thrown his arm around him. He’d sung with the lads…

It was fun, and it made it hurt even more when the next day he’d gone back to how it had always been. He didn’t tell Ted how much time he’d spent fantasizing about what it would have been like to have gotten to stay. To develop those tiny first buds of friendships.

To have never relegated Richmond. To be playing in the now with his teammates but versions of them he’d grown alongside for months. Who never got extra pissed at him for shit talking them on tv, and destroying their Captain’s career, for sending them down.

To be trusted. Before, the only thing a team had cared about was wether they could trust him to score. Which was still technically true. But they hadn’t ever wanted more from him, and he certainly hadn’t been putting extra out there for free. Besides he hadn’t trusted anyone else much either. Maybe Man City to be good players and to work together towards a common goal. And Richmond to pass him the ball to score the first time around.

Now he trusted Dani to smile at him even when no one else would. He trusted Jeff to subtly nod, but not more than that, because he had greeted Jamie when he returned before realizing how mad everyone else was at him. Not that Jamie blamed him. He’d gone out of his way to message the man saying the small nod was probably better for both of them.

He hadn’t realized it until the moment Ted didn’t even let him talk that he’d trusted the man to be fair. He talked a good talk, but he had trouble walking the good walk, and was pretty lousy at both when it came to Jamie.

2. Now that the team has been gelling, and Roy understands how Jamie’s mind works more, he’s got a plan to run circles around West Ham.

“Kent, the fuck mate! You said you could keep in position!”

“Fuck you Tartt! Maybe if you weren’t-“

They had been yelling about the play in the heat of being pissed off at each other. Jamie had telegraphed the pass to Roy very clearly. And the defender who was supposed to be on the left, loosely marking Sam, tore off to be another line of defense between Roy Kent and their goal.

Unfortunately for them, even when Roy and him had been out for blood against each other, they’d have never been that stupid. Jamie doesn’t even twist his body fully the way it should be for the kick. It still rolls smoothly to Sam who buries it in the back of the net from his completely cleared lane.

Chance

1. From the Investigative Journalist epic.

“…for as long as I remember, when I heard people say things, I always thought they meant it however the worst possible way is. But a lot of people say it while meaning it in the best possible way turns out.”

“And how does this relate back to you thinking people are rude when they talk around a subject?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m trying to do that more.”

“What more?”

“Identify when I’m doing that kind of thinking that what someone is doing is the worst version it could be. So, society probably isn’t trying to be rude by talking around things. I think it’s accidentally rude.”

“Do you mean incidentally?”

“What’s the difference?”

“They both mean something happened by chance. Accidental implies that the thing happened by carelessness while incidental indicates it would still happen this way even if people were taking care.”

“I think people want to believe it’s that last one but I believe it’s more often the first one. Cause I can be the same way. I normally don’t think much before talking, and if I did that more, I’d say things differently or maybe not say anything at all.”

2. This is also from the platonic a/b/o fic I didn’t realize had so many scenes already sketched out. The scenario is that James had a shady doctor prescribing Jamie pills that included an (i fucking guess) untraceable dynamic suppression med. When his dad is too busy to deal with a refill, Jamie asks Richmond’s med team to prescribe him a new vitamin pack.

“Oh that bastard. I’m gonna kill him this time, Simon, I am!”

“Georgie, c’mon, let’s focus on Jamie now and murdering later, yeah?”

“Fine, fine! So doctor, what about that? Like I believe his father would hurt him, cause that’s his way, but the how doesn’t make any sense. With vitamins?”

“Well, we don’t know if there is anything different between the vitamins his dad got for him and what we provided here. The best way to find out is with a blood test.

And you’re Jamie’s medical health proxy. So-“

“Yes, you’ve got my. You need to do a blood draw? Run tests?”

“Yes ma’am. You’re granting permission for the draw?”

“Yes, of course. What the fuck. How-how soon will you know? Does he have to go to hospital? It’ll take us almost four hours to get there. Do we-“

“Georgie, she can’t answer any questions if you don’t give her a chance, love. Take another deep breath for me, okay? In and in and in. Hold and hold and hold. Out and out and out. Okay, again.” And after she kept at it, he addressed the doctor again.

3. From that evil fic I teased about. I’ve played coy about what happened before now but you caught me! Rebecca walks onto the practice pitch ‘without Jamie’, Ted notes to himself.

“Jamie’s parents were in a car accident this morning. That’s why I called for him. His mother is being held overnight for observation and is quite understandably shaken. She called Man City to get a hold of Jamie, and when she explained what was going on she was able to talk with Pep. He promised he’d talk to Jamie so she could rest.

And then he called me directly.”

It was silent for a moment, and she was tempted to look around to better gauge player reactions. She kept her eyes on Ted, instead, because his was both more important and certainly more interesting. As she’d begun her story, he’d paled alarmingly.

And he failed to spill forth some folksy American tale to talk circles around everyone. Instead he hoarsely asked only one question.

“And his father?”

It gave away a weakness he had, which Rebecca was sure he neither realized he’d done nor that it was one. And why would he be worried about that, she reminded herself, when he also doesn’t realize he’s in game of your making.

“Ah, I should have been more precise in my language. His biological father divorced his mother when he was still an infant, I’ve been informed. It was his stepfather that was driving and took the brunt of the impact. He died on scene.”

She didn’t say it icily or meanly. She just said it without warmth. And that impacted the players more than she’d thought possible. Unfortunately it took time for her to understand that, because at the moment everyone just appeared to be in shock.

Ted didn’t ask anymore questions, and the silence was getting uncomfortable even for her.

“Well, since she took her late husband’s last name, there is a chance this won’t make the papers without the name Tartt attached. Still, if it does, Keeley made some excellent points about how we want to look. So no one go on your socials until she’s spoken with you.

Back to training now.” And she turned to walk away, not once looking back.

Away

1. ^ Chance #3

2. ^ Goal #1

3. I shamelessly stole this idea from a fic where Ted has Jamie stay with Roy in a similar manner as hockey players sometimes do? Apparently. So season 2 Jamie returns to Richmond. And Ted cooks up a thing where Jamie is going to room with Sam. Help them get their differences settled. And then…and then James Tartt shows up.

Jamie sort of unthinkingly says “Oh, Ted knows about me da’”. And Sam is sure that Jamie must have misunderstood what happened until he hears about Ted walking away but sending the soldier. And the conversation Jamie and Ted had in the Crown & Anchor.

#jamie tartt #dani rojas #jeff goodman #ted lasso #referenced attempted date rape #bar fight but make it a rescue #roy kent #trick plays #a/b/o #alpha beta omega #platonic a/b/o #death of a parent #death of a stepparent #georgie ted lasso #jamie’s mum georgie #simon ted lasso #jamie’s stepdad simon #sam obisanya #james tartt sr

[samwpmarleau]

jamie’s two teds

#petition for a fic where ted and simon meet #they'd get along like a house on fire #ngl it does make me feel better about ted leaving that jamie has a ted-like person in his life #jamie tartt #ted lasso #stepdad simon #tl #tedlassoedit #tledit #mine

[rudeflower]

jamie tartt's surprisingly soft house

Hello my Apple+ trial ends in 14 minutes and I used my last screencaping seconds to make this post

SO when I watched through every time we went to Jamie's house (which I think was only 4 times, but see above I don't have time to check rn)

I was blown away by how much it clashed with Jamie's personal aesthetic. He actually describes it as "zippers, hoods or graffiti...where is the graffiti?"

Not in your house babe

Aside from some touches like lamps shaped like firearms, the house is all light colors, clean lines, candles, flowers and soft unique white lights. Bb keeps his mirror in front of the well maintained modest garden so he can look at two forms of beauty at once

It was weird and felt like a product of lack of thought going into the house aside from some weird lamps untillllllll

We go to his mom and stepdad's house back on the council estate and it's soft and gentle. The house feels like a secret world, white unique white lights, and floral paintings. It's so safe, this young man who has been on guard and masking for three seasons melts into safety.

His unusually soft gentle house is bringing the safety of home down to London with him. I have a theory that he bought this house thinking his mom and even Simon could come visit or even move in. He probably has tried to buy her a house more than once--huge ones, beautiful ones with big windows, but Georgie just wanted him to buy the council house for her, she's made a good home there. Still, Jamie chooses where and how to live just in case she decides to come move in. Maybe can't admit that the maintained garden, the floral paintings are for him too.

#if you want a less gentle theory on why Georgie doesn't have any pics of Jamie as a teenager #and why the bedroom looks frozen at about fifth grade #I'VE GOT IT #ted lasso #jamie tartt #georgie tartt #stepdad simon who deserves miles of fic

[puppypeter]

if you see this post tell me your thoughts and headcanons about Jamie and Simon

#jamie tartt #stepdad simon #does he have a surname? #i just keep thinking about this sweet giant and his relationship with jamie growing up vs now

[scoatneyhall]

So, you know that Toheeb Jimoh's father is called Ola, which is why they gave Sam's beloved dad the same name, right?

Well, Phil Dunster's father is called Simon.

Implications: astonishing.

#jamie tartt #phil dunster #stepdad simon #that's his real dad #what a gift Jamie's backstory and home life is #to him and to us

[mitskijamie]

I'm telling you as soon as he retires, as soon as he retires, Simon's gonna fucking force feed that boy.

100000000% he already tries to. Every time Jamie is home he offers him one billion pastries and will not rest until he eats at least one

#ask #jamie tartt #stepdad simon #aka Kitchen Ken

[andiover]

I’ve been thinking a lot about how chill Jamie is with Stepdad Simon.

You can’t tell me that S1 Jamie, certain everyone was out to get him or playing minds games and who absolutely had been listening a little too much to his dad, would be cool with anyone making a move on his mum. Even then, it’s pretty clear Jamie’s a big ole Mama’s Boy and anyone else would’ve likely been seen as a threat to their dynamic or just a threat to her, as James Senior likely was. Peak Prickness would not have tolerated a friendly and kind Paul Hollywood acolyte getting involved there.

But then having Ted in his life - a secure, encouraging, and empathetic man who is genuinely not playing mind games - and honestly hearing and processing Keeley’s observation that not everyone in his life is out to get him (except Roy) made space for Jamie to accept, appreciate, and trust someone like Stepdad Simon and I love that. That sexy little baby deserves good humans in his life.

#ted lasso #afc richmond #jamie tartt #stepdad Simon #ted lasso season 3 #georgie tartt

[lunar-years]

Okay thinking about Jaime/Roy/keeley wedding thoughts. I actually think Jaime is secretly devastated about not getting a big white wedding. (Doing it right in a way his da never did for his mom, you know?)

I actually kind of envision keeley and Roy surprising him with a big commitment ceremony with the team-Roy in a black suit, keeley in hot pink dress, and a white suit for Jaime to wear. They brought his mom and (cannot remember stepdads name!) in and Roy puts his grandad’s ring on Jaime and pretends not to cry about it.

Keeley gives him a big honking flashy diamond to wear on the other hand.

(Roy gives Keeley pink and gold diamond ring that Rebecca helped him pick out, and Keeley gives Roy a tungsten band after spending weeks figuring out what counts as “an impure metal”)

They thought he would be upset about not having rings for them but turns out he had gotten them months ago and has been upsetty carrying them around—black carbon fiber for roy (non metal!) and a rose gold ring with a heart shaped diamond (I am imagining in the tension setting so each arm of the ring holds the diamond in place).

Sam gives a best man speech for Jaime. Rebecca toasts Keeley. Highlight is Phoebe declaring she is Roy’s best man and proceeding to bring the house down. Isaac sobs.

🥹 I would def read the fic of this. Very, very cute! I love the thought put into each of the rings. Phoebe would totally go crazy over an uncle roy wedding/commitment ceremony :)

I think I tend to imagine any royjamie/ot3 relationship stays largely secret for maybe longer than other people. Like, in my head if they do come out/make the relationship public it's not until after Jamie retires, and meanwhile only their immediate families and a few people at Richmond "officially" know--Rebecca, the other coaches, and Jamie's closest friends on the team (which is a little more hard to pinpoint because Jamie seems close with everyone, lol, but he would at least tell Sam & Dani). Everyone else might guess (and Will definitely walks in on JamieRoy making out in the boot room at some point) but it's not really discussed or openly acknowledged you know?

However I absolutely eat up big Richmond family fluffy interpretations too so I do love this :)

#asks #royjamiekeeley #ted lasso #also Jamie's stepdad's name is Simon!! we love simon in this house

[mycenaae]

building on the ground that's been won | 3951 words. general. jamie tartt & simon, jamie tartt & georgie, minor keeley/roy/jamie.

Mummy brings her new man home to introduce him to Jamie about three months after the second Amsterdam trip. Jamie fucking hates him on sight. ( jamie and simon, through the years. )

good stepdad rights!!!!!!! that's all i have to say about it <3

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #simon (ted lasso) #i wrote this in a haze of love and joy about jamie having a good and kind of silly stepdad ... he's just like me for real #n; written

[fanficfanattic]

Got tagged by @jamietarttsnorthernattitude for:

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

…“But Georgie still maintains a non-molestation order against you.”

Simon, speaking to James Tartt Sr after he has swaggered into Nelson Road. From the Season 1 Jamie gives himself over to ransomers to protect Phoebe. Since the detectives are working with Roy to figure out who would target his niece, and how that got Jamie roped into this mess, they are using Nelson Road as a bit of a staging area.

Georgie and Simon arrive shortly after the team is made aware that Jamie is confirmed missing. So they’ve got an idea of who Georgie is. But that woman? That isn’t the same woman they’ve seen once her ex shows up.

Tagging, with no pressure, @orbitalpirate @abubblingcandle @izzyspussy @jamiepoptartt @yorkshire-rockchick @goodmorninglovelies42 and the first three people who see this who aren’t named here!

#simon ted lasso #georgie ted lasso #jamie’s mum georgie #jamie’s stepdad simon #james tartt sr #jamie tartt #roy kent #tag games

[samwpmarleau]

can we talk about simon a little more

he clearly had some kind of an evening planned — mid-cooking, based on the apron, a new recipe he was trying out, meat pies in the oven — yet he was thrilled to see jamie (and two even more unexpected guests) at the door, despite knowing he would likely get next to zero alone time with his wife until jamie left. he clearly recognizes that georgie and jamie’s relationship is more important than everything else combined, and he’s more than happy to let it remain so

he steps so effortlessly into the role of buffer, doing his best to fill up any silence with chatter and engage roy and keeley in conversation. and the complete understanding between him and georgie when she asks him to show them around. the house is small, there’s not much of a “grand tour” to be had, yet simon very effectively gives georgie and jamie the space and time they need

he considers jamie’s room the “main attraction,” not because he thinks roy and keeley would find it amusing/off-putting — while he may have heard of them, he’d never met them and wouldn’t be presumptuous in that way i don’t think — but because he loves jamie and is so proud of him

just simon’s whole simon-ness. how he’s extremely comfortable in his own skin even though what we see of him isn’t the traditionally masculine archetype. he’s got a whole-ass apron on, is irrationally excited about a new double boiler (it’s copper-plated!), georgie probably barely even steps foot in the kitchen because she doesn’t need to, he’s the one who does the cooking. he doesn’t seem like he cares about football much, but he sits down with georgie for the entire game, clapping and smiling and comforting

i love him a lot

#i'm so glad georgie got herself a good man #and that jamie has that additional good influence in his life #not just in general but also to show him that james tartt's idea of masculinity is not the only one #stepdad simon #georgie tartt #jamie tartt #tl

[nancywheeeler]

choosing to believe certified mama's boy jamie tartt hasn't bought his mum a new house because #1 stepdad simon has achieved the optimal baking environment in their current kitchen and asking him to move would be simply too distressing

#they very clearly wanted a whole big scene in jamie's childhood bedroom with roy and keeley amongst jamie's old posters #but it really doesn't check out that jamie wouldn't have bought his mom a bigger house as soon as he was able to #so i'm going with he offered but she and simon preferred to stay where they are #we love a woman who sticks to her roots #a shout into the void #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers

[jamiebuckleys]

my favorite revelation from 3x11 besides how fucking amazing jamie’s mom is was that we all thought jamie needed a father figure in ted but actually he has this amazing stepdad who’s proud of who jamie is and who loves bake off and wants to show roy kent and keeley jones how his bisexual stepson has been crushing on them for years simon is the real mvp

#jamie tartt #ted lasso spoilers

[its-time-to-write]

I AM RUSHING TO GET THIS IN!!!

Friends to lovers maybe with a disabled reader?? Maybe she's someone he knew from back home who he runs into at a diner she's working at now. Maybe she feels like he abandoned her and her life fell apart when he moved away?

ANyway love you lots!!!

warning: there’s a lot of parentheses (it’s a choice) and a lot of swearing (I do what I want)

reader’s dialogue/feelings are based off my own experiences so if u read this and are like ??? don’t worry about it. i’m just projecting. the chronic illness is unspecified.

LOVE U BABE

you’ll probably date her

It’s hard enough growing up in a council estate in a shit part of Manchester (although you’d staunchly defend there’s no such thing as a shit part of Manchester) but it’s harder with fucking chronic illness. It manifests is clumsiness (joint pain), fidgeting (widespread pain), and bruising (skin problems).

Not to mention the fucking tiredness.

School is complete shit all the time, and life is complete shit all the time too. 

Okay fine, not all the time, but a lot of the time.

There are bright spots in between flare ups, bright spots that consist of learning how to bake with Simon (Jamie’s stepdad) and petting Roy (Jamie’s cat) and watching horribly cheesy movies with Georgie (Jamie’s mum).

Oh, and Jamie. 

You’ve known Jamie since birth, probably, when your mum brought you home and Jamie sat down on the saggy couch, aged two, and asked, “When does it open its eyes?”

He took it upon himself to look after you, magnanimous in a way he would not have been if you were actually related to him (thank god). When he starts to get tired of you, he can go back home to his own room and his own mum and hug her tight without having to share her with anyone else.

When you’re three and he’s five, you get a diagnosis. Jamie says, “That’s shit,” when your mum tells him you can’t play, and you’re told that you echo him with your first swear. 

“That’s shit,” comes your tiny voice from the sofa, face down and covered in bags of frozen peas.

Your mum is too surprised by the first words you’ve said all day, that she a) doesn’t scold you and b) doesn’t catch Jamie as he slips by her into the house. He sits on the floor and starts to tell you about primary school and helps your mum when it’s time to put the peas back in the slightly-broken freezer.

It goes like that for years. 

When you’re feeling well, you kick a football around with Jamie. When you’re feeling poorly, he climbs the steps to your room and tells you things, anything at all to distract you from the pain ripping through your body.

It’s nice. It makes you feel, like, someone cares, almost? Or someone understands? Or maybe the world isn’t carrying on without you, that a piece of it does stop when you do, and maybe you aren’t entirely alone.

You first realize you like Jamie (like-like) when you’re twelve and it feels like ice-cold water has been poured on your head, but not exactly in an unwelcoming way.

A shock, sure, but a soothing one.

You don’t tell him, but you think he probably knows. He’s not an idiot, he’s had girls swooning all over him since he was eight. 

(And your mum knows, and she and Georgie talk, and Georgie tells Jamie to be extra nice to you and maybe a little bit careful not to be mean about it.)

He carefully slips on your small bed when you’re fifteen and he’s sixteen (almost seventeen, but it’s the one time of the year when you’re only a year apart) and balances on his side so he can look at you.

“You’ll be alright?” he asks, and you don’t have to ask what he’s talking about.

He’s going to play for Manchester (City, not United, and not the Premier League Team), and it’s all you’ve been able to think about.

You don’t say anything, so he gingerly pats your head. It messes up your hair, but it also feels like tiny electric sparks are shooting through your body (not the pain kind).

He lays there for a long time, whispering about secondary school and football and making enough money to buy houses for everyone he’s ever loved, you included.

(He promises he’ll call all the time.)

—

He does call, until he doesn’t.

Some days are good, some days are bad, and now the bad days feel like they’re your fault.

“You’re overdoing it,” your boss says, “You need to slow down or you’ll be out sick tomorrow.”

You bite back the words I’m doing my fucking best, and just nod. Fuck him, and fuck this. You can work just the same as everyone else, pain be damned. There are fucking bills to pay and yeah, this shit hurts, but what the fuck are you supposed to do. Benefits aren’t enough at the moment, and it’s been a solid two years since you’ve given up on waiting for a knight in shining armor (even if that knight is in the Premier League now, just like he always swore he’d be).

Your boss is fucking right the fucker, but you push through on Friday (it’s fucking shit) and crash on Saturday (it’s even more fucking shit).

Your mum places bags of frozen fruit on your joints, rearranging the pillows on the floor. You’ve long since outgrown the couch, instead needing more space. Your dad moved the coffee table, saying, “It’s on its last legs anyway,” and the space you called a living room now became a treatment room of sorts.

Georgie and Simon come over all the time for family dinner (potluck-style) and they are comfortable enough step over you or sit down on the floor to talk.

It sounds worse than it is, but when they’re in the flat it feels better, all warm and glowy, like things are right.

Nights are the worst, with the moving around trying to get comfortable, so you’re awake bright and early on Sunday morning. Early enough to sit on a bench in front of the estates, bundled up in your duvet and puffing cold air out into the sky.

You hear footsteps splashing down the tunnel, someone on their way home after a long night. Or maybe it’s one of the many kids who like to sneak out to play footie in hopes that they’ll be the next Jamie Tartt.

He’s not that great, you want to tell them, except you don’t even believe it yourself. He is that great, he’ll always be that great, and you should have fucking known that he was going to fuck off and fuck a gorgeous, carefree model and not you. 

(Not that you want to fuck him. Well, you do, but you also want to, like, hold his hand.)

It was always going to end up this way, you should have known not to actually have real feelings for him, you should have left it at a childhood crush and not let yourself believe something could actually happen.

The footsteps pass you by, and it’s a man in a baseball hat and an awful silk-print tracksuit carrying a Gucci travel bag.

He’s out of place here, and you wonder if he’s lost. But no, he strides up to Georgie and Simon’s door like he owns the place, pulls out a key, and walks right in. It’s only after the door swings shut behind him that you realize it’s Jamie.

“Oh shit,” you whisper, clouds accompanying the words.

(You won’t admit it, but the surprise has rebooted your system a little bit, aching limbs forgotten for a moment.)

—

“This is shit,” you say as you lean on your fucking cane of all things. “It’s one thing if it’s Simon and Georgie, it’s another fucking thing if it’s Jamie fucking Tartt.”

“That’s a lot of fucking fucks,” your father says sagely, ignoring the glare you send his way and saying ow as your mum swats the back of his head.

“It’s only two fucks and one shit,” you tell him. “And I’m not going.”

“Then I’ll tell them to come over here,” your mum says placidly. 

Absolutely not. Also-fucking-lutely not.

“I am going to my room,” you say with dignity, turning to go back up the stairs.

Your dad waves, the prick. “Have fun,” he says helpfully. You flip him off without looking, and you know for a fact he’s doing it back. You know he’ll be up in an hour with a plate of dinner and sneak you early desert.

There is no fucking way you’re seeing Jamie after two years like this.

The cane is a relatively new development and sure, it’s helpful with walking sometimes, but a cane? The fuck were the doctors thinking when they suggested this? You’re barely twenty, not a damn convalescent. 

By the time you make it to your room, the doorbell’s ringing and voices are filling the flat. You reach for your bottle of pills and carefully tap the right amount into your hand (even though you know there is no drug on earth to calm down your traitor heart).

You lay down flat on your back with no immediate plans to move. You find your playlist and slip an earbud in, letting the music take you somewhere else. Somewhere where you don’t hurt for no reason, where you can focus like you’re supposed to, where you aren’t so damn tired all the time.

There’s a tap on your door.

“Come in,” you call to your dad, except the door opens and it’s Jamie, no longer in his stupid outfit from earlier, but in a nice jumper that you think might be Simon’s.

He smiles like he didn’t abandon you and sits down on the floor. You hand him the other earbud (it’s better than talking) and let Stevie Nicks croon in your ear.

“How’ve you been?” he asks (the prick) and you have half a mind to ignore him. 

“It’s been two years,” you remind him. “Try again.”

Jamie looks stricken. “Right, yeah, I know, it’s just- I’ve been busy.”

“Yup,” you reply. “Me too.”

(The cane is leaning on the wall by the door, and you need Jamie to not notice it.)

Jamie points to the cane. “That’s new.”

“Yep,” you say because it’s not the same as yup. It has a different vowel. It’s a different word, you’re having a civil conversation, your brain is making sentences just fine.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He sounds like he means it, which is worse. “I went through some shit, you know? It don’t excuse it, but… got a new gaffer, Keeley dumped me, then I got sent back to City right when I were getting better. It’s been shit. I’ve been shit,” he corrects.

Your arm’s falling asleep so you shift, trying to stifle a groan.

Jamie’s up in a moment, all concern. “You alright?”

“Clearly,” you gasp out as savagely as possible. “Fuck off, alright? I don’t need your pity, not now, so go find some other charity case.”

Fucking flare-ups. Fucking Jamie. Fucking chronic illness and its fucking lack of a cure.

Jamie looks like he’s been slapped. To be fair, you would if you could get in the right position.

“You’re not charity,” he says, and unfortunately (and again) he sounds like he fucking means it.

“Okay,” you say. “That’s fucking mint. Thanks for staying such a good friend all these years, it’s been real fucking fun. I’ve got to lie here in discomfort, so I imagine you’ll be leaving now. Goodbye.”

Jamie stares at you a moment, then leaves.

—

It’s a good day. It’s a good day and it’s raining and you don’t even care because it’s a good day. Nothing can ruin it (this isn’t a premonition) not even stupid Jamie showing up out of nowhere.

(It’s a little bit of a premonition.)

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing he says when he turns up in his mum’s kitchen, an hour before he’s supposed to be home. You’re supposed to be long gone by now, but you and Simon have cheese pinwheels in the oven that aren’t done for another twenty minutes, so now you’re stuck here until then.

“Fucking mint,” you say, just like the night before. Simon freezes but Georgie just rolls her eyes. 

“We’ll be in the other room, loves,” she says. “Jamie, don’t be a fucking idiot.”

You tell him, “I’m having a good day, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t fucking ruin it.”

“You’re not a charity case,” he says, and you think maybe he is broken, but like a record is broken, not like a teacup.

Jamie says, “I weren’t lying about going through shit,” and you snap (like a rubber band, not a bone).

“Big fucking deal, Jamie, you’ve been going through shit since you were six years old. I’ve been going through shit too, in case you didn’t fucking notice. It’s not an excuse to be a shitty person or a shitty friend,” you burst out.

“I didn’t say it as an excuse, it’s just a fucking reason,” Jamie shouts back. “Jesus Christ, you’re not the only person with fucking problems! You’re allowed to be mad shitty sometimes, I didn’t ever complain, so why’s it fucking different for me?”

You open your mouth to tell him why it’s fucking different, except you don’t actually have a reason. How many times did you sit with him as he iced his knee, or his face, or his arm while you iced your back, or your chest, or your legs?

Pain is pain, your fucking government-issued therapist had said. And shit if she isn’t right.

“You abandoned me,” you reply, voice small. “You left me for Keeley and I wouldn’t have minded, I really wouldn’t have. I just wanted to talk to you.”

Jamie rubs his face with a sigh. “Didn’t know how to talk to you, after. I knew you liked me since we were kids and I liked you too, so it felt fucking… weird. Dunno. But, I was with her because it was what I was supposed to do and she was mad fit and fucking funny. I’ve had a crush on her for fucking… ages.”

“Right,” you say, feeling one millimeter tall, “I get that.”

Jamie shakes his head and says, “Nah, you don’t.” (The fuck does he mean? He can’t read your mind).

“You don’t get it,” he continues. “Had a crush on her, didn’t I? Not the same as you. You were proper in love with me, and I…” he trails off.

“He was proper in love with you too,” comes Georgie’s voice.

Jamie turns bright red and you do too, and it’s like you’re kids again and he’s in your bed and you’re trying not to think about how close his lips are to yours.

“That’s… well, that’s…” You try and fail to come up with the right words.

“Yeah,” Jamie says, still blushing. “Yeah, suppose I was. Couldn’t do anything about it, then. Could do something about it now. If you’ve forgiven me.” He says it casually, like he won’t mind if you tell him to go away out of his own mum’s house and never return, when in reality he’ll burn up and die if you do.

“I will. I do,” you say. “I’m sorry too, I am. I can be a prick sometimes.”

Jamie shrugs, but he’s smiling a little. “I’m a prick all the time, love. Fucking… fucked childhood or some shit.”

“Some shit,” you echo. “So, proper in love with me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jamie says. “Proper. Wrote my first name with your last on every bit of paper I could get me hands on, didn’t I?”

“Fuck off,” you say with a grin.

“It’s true,” Simon shouts from the sofa. “Found some bits when I was cleaning one day.”

Wait. Simon didn’t move in until Jamie was a teenager. That means… 

“Oh my god, were you fifteen when you were writing that? You weren’t even a kid anymore! What the fuck Jamie, you had it bad!” you tease.

“Fuck off, it was just a stupid joke,” he says defensively.

“Uh huh, sounds like,” you say as you go to wrap your arms around him. “You liked me.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he grumbles, leaning down to kiss your head. He’s never going to fucking live this down.

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[mitskijamie]

Tbh: I think the scene of Jamie with his dad in the finale should have been him and Georgie (and maybe Simon in the background at most)

YES !!!! I wanted more Georgie content :(

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Sorry but I don't think your read on Simon is right at all because been around way longer than Jamie has known Ted - he knows what different posters Jamie rotated on his walls as kid. The whole point of Jamie's arc with his parents is that the Jamie we know NOW is meant to be very close to the real true Jamie that he was for all of his life aside from the sporadic periods of time where his dad was making things bad for him, which increased when Jamie started playing professionally. When he was at Richmond, that was a low, low, low point, but we saw he reverted back VERY quickly to the sweet soft version of himself. Jamie's mum would have already been married to Simon in season 1, and Jamie's speech at the curse fire implies that his mum didn't know how badly things had been going for him, so while he was in a bad place he must have been pretending stuff was okay when talking to her and Simon. I'm sure he and Simon weren't always close, he might have been wary of him when they first met when Jamie was a kid, but that all predates Ted. Jamie's arc has never been linear growth, it has always been about getting himself BACK to the version of himself that he talked about at the curse fire, the version that took his mum to Amsterdam and ate stroopwafel and went to museums.

That’s a super valid read and I do think you’re partially right - Jamie is finally getting back to being the kid who just wanted to make his mum proud and absorbed every single fact about Amsterdam he could. The Ted/Keeley Era is really just the catalyst for him learning that it’s okay to be that “soft” kid again. I also agree he’d probably kept how rough things had gotten first time around in Richmond/second time at Man City from his mum - even at Peak Prickness, he strikes me as the sort who wouldn’t want his mum to worry.

That said, I still think Stepdad Simon is a more recent acquisition, at least in his role as Stepdad. His knowledge of the posters could be something he learned as a long term family friends or acquaintance or just one of the many details he’s been given from the woman who has a small shrine built to her son in their sitting room, but Jamie tells us his dad was actively trying to win back Georgie when Jamie was 14, implying she was single at the time. That puts Simon’s Stepdad Status no older that 10 years on the outside.

Additionally, while we only see Peak Prickness onscreen for three or four episodes, the team flat out tells us when he comes back that Jamie was Prince Prick for a lot longer than that and it’s clearly taken a lot of work to earn their trust and affection and he sees those guys on a daily basis. If Simon had been transitioning into Stepdad in this era (at least in a way Jamie was aware of), Jamie probably would’ve torched that bridge pretty thoroughly. I don’t know if he’s had quite enough time to build it back up to the very lovely and supportive place their relationship seems to be in now, since Jamie admits to not having been home since returning to Richmond.

Either way, we’ve only had Stepdad Simon for a single episode but I love him.

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