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  1. Rec 3

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    “Eh, Grandad,” came Jamie fucking Tartt’s whiny ass voice through the speakers. “New star power meets old star power, yeah? Gotta show ‘em how it’s done, blow this shitshow out of the water.”

    In his peripheral vision, he could make out the shape of Tartt’s stupid oversized hand saluting. Roy whipped his head toward him as much as possible with a helmet heavier than a small child perched on his shoulders. “Piss. Off. Tartt.”

    (Jamie's wanted to drift with Roy Kent from the moment he learned what the drift was. Just shy of fourteen years later, he's fairly certain they’re soulmates.)
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    Pacific Rim AU. In which Roy is too old and too tired to deal with a soulmate, and Jamie's just discovered soulmates exist.

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    24 Jan 2026

  2. Rec 14

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    There were no words to describe his call up. Something that Jamie had been working towards since he was nine, a dream achieved at seventeen. Pen to paper, signed himself to a club. To the club. The club that raised him from that nine year old boy playing rec league footy with his friends from the estate into the footballer he was when he was seventeen.

    And this time, unlike the papers he’d signed when he first joined the Academy, the name on it was his own.

    Player’s surname: Tartt.
    Player’s forename(s): Jamie.

    No James. No Junior. He’d had it legally changed by deed poll the day he turned sixteen. And now, he was seventeen, and they wanted him.

     

    A brief look into Jamie Tartt's first few seasons in the Premier League.

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    22 Jan 2026

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    You Saw Me Standing Alone, startts

     

    murmured, “He’s just a man, Jamie.” Paddy was his only teammate to call him Jamie . Paddy and Pep. From everyone else, it was still Tartt or 51 or kid . “A mean old man, but just a man.”

    “I know two’a those, then,” Jamie mumbled, wrapping his arms around Paddy’s waist, pressing his face into his firm abs. He could feel, not hear, the chuckle that he got in response to that. It made Jamie feel a little lighter, a little less guilty .

  3. Rec 95

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    Jamie's mum just wants him to be happy and he just wants to make her proud. He's lost touch with her and he's fucked up at Richmond and everything is shit, and he just wants to be better. Be a good lad.

    A Jamie's-eye view of the last three years, knitting together events as he navigates life after Richmond and back again. He's trying his absolute hardest to make his mum proud, and make himself happy.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    Roy makes it all the way to the treatment room, hand on the doorknob about to open it when he stops short.

    Because fucking Jamie Tartt is sitting in their treatment room.

    Roy has every intention of just turning around and walking away, Until he sees a boot flying across the room, nearly clocking Jamie in the face. Until he sees someone cuffing Jamie upside the head, screaming at him with disappointment and anger.

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    18 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    binary stars, dappucino

    ICE IT AGAIN GRANDAD <3

  5. Rec 20

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    “Coach,” greeted Jamie fucking Tartt, bobbing his head. “Eh, was wondering-”

    “No,” interrupted Roy. “Come on, fucking- let’s go.”

    And that was another fucking thing about getting old.

    The fucking young people around you stayed so fucking young, with their good knees and their taut, lithe bodies and their fucking flawless faces.

    And their big fucking eyes, all hurt when you fucking told them no.

    It was the fucking worst, being fucking old and looking at the young.

    Not that he looked at anyone else the way he looked at Jamie Tartt.

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    17 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    and so I were thinking, ehm. Stag? Night?”

    The fucking child.

    The infant.

    The softest fucking baby to ever fucking ride in Roy Kent’s wagon!