#earlier poor o'brien jostled him earlier and isaac told him off for it

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Any updates on and/or a snippet of history rhymes?! I’m so excited for that one. OR a snippet of the Same Story to get you inspired after your recent post about it? 🌹🥰💙

id be happy to share a clip of history rhymes!! i'm very proud of how it's going so far and invested in this project and i'd be thrilled for the chance to share a piece of it.

this bit particularly is one i'm pleased with. under a cut bc well. you know what that fic is about. specific content warnings for the clip under the cut as well! thank you for asking <3 i'm so glad you're excited for it. it'll probably start being posted sooner rather than later, i'm pretty close with chapter one.

context: this is a bit of a longer clip, it's later on in the fic. the abuse is actively taking place, and jamie is having a hard time keeping things together. they've just won a difficult/important match, and things are going well for the team.

content warning: indirect but clear references to rape/sexual assault. jamie is having a lot of trouble with touch at this stage, combination touch starvation and need to feel safe and comforted and also touch aversion from the ongoing abuse and sense that it's both inherently unsafe and inherently wrong to let people touch him.

There’s good parts and bad parts, like there are every time one of his teammates touches him. Dani is living and breathing against him, still bouncing a little on the balls of his feet, swaying Jamie along with him, and the good parts are enough to overcome the bad. Jamie savours the arm around him, the warm weight of it around his back, the individual press of each of Dani’s fingers into the crest of his shoulder. He doesn’t have to scrape together enough brain cells to say anything, either. Dani is calling around to the rest of the room, loud but joyful and impossible to mistake for anyone but the person that it is, and Jamie can just stand there and be quiet and take it all in. Movement catches his attention out of the corner of his eye and Jamie sees Sam approaching on his other side, a spring in his step and sweat from the match still beaded on his forehead. And Jamie is feeling… Despite the phone in his locker with the time bomb waiting in it, despite the way he had dropped to his knees when Tanner told him to that morning, despite the sick and hungry monster that lives in his gut and never really leaves him, Jamie is feeling brave. He holds out a hand towards Sam, and Sam— Sam fucking beams at him. Sam beams at Jamie like Jamie’s outstretched hand is making him just as happy as winning the match had done. He takes Jamie’s hand in both of his, pulls it to his chest and wraps his arms around Jamie’s forearm like he’s hugging it, letting out a whoop in response to the one that Thierry’s just hollered out from across the room. Jamie tugs, pulling Sam in towards himself, the energy of the room making him even braver, and before Sam can misread the tug as him trying to break contact, Jamie tucks their heads together, cheek to cheek. “Well done, lad,” Jamie says, and he hopes he sounds more excited than he sounds nervous. Sam’s head presses back against his, still hugging Jamie’s arm to his chest, and then his forehead ducks down into Jamie’s shoulder. It’s brief and it makes Jamie’s heart lurch and it’s so fucking wonderful he could almost cry. “You’re coming out with us, yes?” Sam asks, pulling his head up and leaning back, though still keeping his hold on Jamie’s arm. He’s bouncing in time with Dani now, the both of them jostling Jamie between them, still gentle enough that they aren’t drawing a glare from Isaac. “Yeah,” Jamie agrees, barely sparing Tanner and the time-bomb text a thought. It’s his choice, right? He sets the time, he chooses when— Tonight, he’s going out with his mates and he’s going to have a good fucking night. He’s earned that much, hasn’t he? “Yeah, I’m coming with.” And Sam beams again, and when Jamie disentangles himself from both of his friends they let him go easy and his hands barely even tremble when he types out the message. Tomorrow morning. I’ll come by before video review.