#leagueprem [ keeley ]

[tartt9]

[text] Why are you trending on Twitter?

[ to: keeley work📱] o probably bc of the selfies i posted earlier [ to: keeley work📱] didnt start a 👊 w the pm this ⏰ [ to: keeley work📱] good fucking selfies if u ask me [ to: keeley work📱] ppl 💙 me x

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[thegcng-arch]

"keeley." i give her a nod as i walk past her in the hallway of the clubhouse, small smile accompanying my greeting. no matter what, i can't help but smile when i see her. she's like fucking sunshine, that woman. "you good? have a nice weekend?"

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"come in, yeah!" he opens his door wider, welcoming her inside without hesitation. the cold air hits him in the face as he does, and he can only imagine how cold she must be right now-- even with the layers. "you don't have a problem with cats right?"

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finish up the bottle , then we’ll go .

There's a bottle of bright blue WKD in his hand, just about a quarter of the alcopop left to be had. The music is good, but the flashing lights and the fact that he has to shout to be heard over the crowd is getting a bit old. He wants to go home, be wrapped up in his people's arms, and, maybe after some sex, end up asleep and comfortable. "Yeah?" he asks, his eyes bright as he looks over at Keeley. He'll never deny himself the rest of the treat he's been given; alcohol, especially something with so much sugar, is not commonly allowed during the season. He wonders why he's gotten this treat tonight. He won't look the gift horse in the mouth or whatever, though. He raises the bottle to his lips, corners of his mouth still tugged upwards as he downs another swig. "Y'tryin' t'get me drunk, Jones?"

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@leagueprem [ keeley ] asked // i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. [ from here ! ]

The words make Jamie's gaze soften immediately. It's been so many years, so many fuck ups on both of their parts [ but mostly Jamie's, he knows that ]. He still loves her just as much as he loved her when they were dating during his loan, he loves her as much as he loved her when he told her he was still in love with her at Rebecca's dad's funeral. She means the world to him, and he genuinely doesn't know where he'd be without her helping him along the way. "Keeley..." he murmurs, a smile quickly spreading on his cheeks. "Y'know I feel the same way, right? Y'helped make me into an even greater Jamie than the already great Jamie I were before, and... and I'm always gonna care about you more'n owt. You make me better. And... and I'm really, really grateful for that." He could go on for hours, listing out the little ways she's helped him, both personally and professionally, but that wouldn't do much good for either of them, not right now... "Can I... I mean, y'can say no - no pressure, this won't change owt if y'don't want it to - but, erm... can I- can I kiss you?"

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"you look like a dog."

He's dripping wet, freshly showered, clean. He doesn't bother with a towel – he fully plans on going to sit outside in the summer sun to dry off, to get a little bit of a tan going, to maybe take a nap. His back garden is plenty private enough that he can lay out there naked for a little while. He passes Keeley on the way outside, turning to face her when she speaks. "Do I?" he asks, just barely resisting the urge to shake off the water from his hair; if he weren't in his living room right now, he almost definitely would, just to make her squeal, then make her laugh. "What type of dog, then?" Jamie thinks he's something big and hardworking, like a Shepherd or a Collie, or maybe he's a terrier. Greyhound is the obvious answer, but he doesn't think he looks much like one of those. "I was gonna go lay in the sun for an hour before Roy gets back, d'you want t'join me?"

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"Babe..." Drawing the word out until it's almost a whine, Jamie's laid back on the sofa, clearly without a single intention of moving anytime soon. He's got his head propped up on one of Keeley's many throw pillows, with another one pulled against his chest, cuddled close in his arms. "Is there a new episode of Lust out tonight...? I can't believe Jordan and Samantha are still together. There's no way they're getting through this next round, right?"

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@leagueprem [ keeley ] asked // you can't get rid of me that easily. [ from here ! ]

"When did I ever say I wanted t'get rid of you?" Keeley genuinely means the world to Jamie. If he could spend every second of every minute of every day of the rest of his life at her side, he would. He knows how she feels about people being a bit too clingy, so he always gives her space when it seems like she needs it, but regularly? Jamie's right there, happy to be beside her. "I'm not asking you t'go anywhere but here. C'mon. Why leave? It's raining. Y'don't want to drive in the rain..."

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giggling at "is keeley" free space bc,,, you are so correct

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@leagueprem [ keeley ] asked // [ settle ] sender sits on receiver's lap and gets comfortable [ from here ! ]

Jamie laughs brightly, his hands coming to her waist. "Well, hi t'you, too..." he greets, looking up into those pretty watercolour eyes of hers. Her body's already warming him on this cold January day. He's got a fire going in his fireplace, and though it hasn't - technically - been cold enough to snow in a while, it's cold to him. It's likely about to rain, not snow, but it'll add to the fucking atmosphere. He's got nowhere to be but here, he makes no move to get Keeley off of his lap; why would he ever want that? He does have a brain, after all, and having Keeley Jones on his lap like this is something he'd dreamt of since he was a teenager. "Fuck... could never get tired of this sight..."

[tartt9]

there are some real evil illuminati-type vibes in here , right ?

"I hate this fucking place." That's Jamie's immediate response, holding his WKD close to his chest as he leans against the bar at Bones & Honey. Evil illuminati-type vibes isn't exactly the way he'd describe it - more like a place for posh twats to verbally wank each other off about how much money they're stealing from people living pay to pay - but it's definitely a Keeley way of describing the same thing. "Why're we here? Can we leave? And go literally anywhere else, babe? Please?"

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[tartt9]

you've got this crazy look on your face.

Jamie thinks he's being very rational. In fact, he thinks he's got a brilliant idea. It's perfectly fucking... not-crazy [ sane. sane is the word Jamie is looking for but unable to find ] to suggest different things for the club to do instead of the fucking gala that he hates every year. And, sure, he could probably take this to Rebecca instead of going through Keeley, but she still intimidates him, and talking to Keeley about his ideas has always felt easy. Until, of course, she tells him he looks crazy. "What d'you mean, I've got this crazy look on my face? My face's normal. It's not crazy, it's normal. What's crazy about it?"

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[tartt9]

[text] Now's as good a time as any to exchange nudes.

[ to: KJ 🩷💖💕 ] 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 [ to: KJ 🩷💖💕 ] yeah ??? [ to: KJ 🩷💖💕 ] u want 2 ??? 👀👀👀👀 [ to: KJ 🩷💖💕 ] think ive got some on here if u want 👀👀👀

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@leagueprem [ keeley ] asked // promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. [ from here ! ]

"Course I'll still be here..." Maybe that's a lie. Jamie doesn't really know if or when Mannion will call to drag him out of bed to Bones and Honey. Jamie hates the place with a passion, but he doesn't really know how he's supposed to interact with ownership that's a single person. He's so used to the luxuries of the City Group, of the way they seemingly minded their business with their players, that Mannion is a huge difference for him; he doesn't want to piss the bloke off, so he goes when he's called for in the hopes that there'll be no bad words that get back to City about him in that regard. Nevertheless, he kisses her hair, settling down a bit further into bed with her. His phone sits on the nightstand, silent, screen black. For now, he's safe. For now, he'll be here when she wakes up in the morning.

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@leagueprem [ keeley ] asked // do you mind if i smoke? [ from here ! ]

"No - no, course not, why would I mind?" he asks, shaking his head. They're outside, it's not like he's being forced to fuck up his lungs; she can do whatever she wants with hers. Contrary to what some may believe about Jamie, given his clubbing habits, he does actually care about what goes into his body. He's on a self-imposed meal plan a bit stricter than the one Richmond's nutritionists have got him on; he denies himself sweets when they're offered to him, he's never smoked anything, he doesn't have more than two shots when he's on a night out [ most of the time. Sometimes, he wants more, so he has more. He's 21, it's not like he gets hangovers ]. "D'you want me t'hold your bag or summat?"

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@leagueprem [ keeley ] asked // [ undress ] sender helps receiver undress [ from here ! ]

Looking down at her hands as she undoes the buttons on his shirt, a smile rises up onto Jamie's face. "Remember when y'told me I didn't know what I was doin' the first time I did this...?" he teases affectionately. That feels like a lifetime ago, now. The gala. The disaster that night had been. But there was no denying that, although the night was a disaster, Jamie looked fucking fit. Now, it was almost like a weird tradition. Jamie puts the shirt on, decides he hates it - as if he didn't know that before he'd buttoned it up all the way - and then takes it off. Maybe, someday, he'll find a button down he doesn't hate wearing. That doesn't make him feel like he looks like a twat banker with a house in fucking Knightsbridge or something. That day is not today. He dips down and ducks his head in to catch her lips in a kiss, his hands coming to her waist. "Think I look a lot better now," he whispers to her, a smirk on his lips.