#anotherlongstoryshort

[foundfamilywhump]

ooooh the whumper speaks gently and touches softly and whumpee is subsequently always waiting for the other shoe to drop when caretaker does the same

always waiting for the other shoe to drop!! confused and off-balance and scared when it doesn't, because at least if it did then they would know what to expect this time. what sort of violence caretaker is prone to. what provokes it. how long it lasts, how bad the injuries are. but because it doesn't come they're just left wondering. waiting. flinching from gentle actions and hearing static at kind words.

[altschmerzes]

It’s my birthday so… 🌹?

and a happy happy birthday to you!! i hope it's been a good one <3 this is a scene i've posted a piece of before, but it's a much longer clip of the context leading up to it. it's much later in the fic than we are now, after the au version of 2x08. this is right after ted and roy - and beard and rebecca, who went with them - got back from manchester where they went to retrieve jamie's things from his dad's place. they left jamie at the higgins house while they went to do this, because while he's obviously old enough to stay home alone, he's hurt pretty significantly and he's had an extremely traumatic like. week or so. so they don't want to leave him on his own. this is when they go to pick him up.

When they arrive at the Higgins house, it’s dark. Evening is wearing on, and the sight of the cosy home with the light shining through the curtains makes something in Roy’s chest give an almighty yank. This is a day that has lasted a lifetime and he feels so tired he could lie down on the pavement and sleep for an age at the same time that he feels alive with nervous energy that won’t quiet until he gets eyes on Jamie. Even lifting his hand to knock on the front door it shakes. Roy can feel the same sort of anxious buzz radiating from the person behind him on the porch and, far from the first time, he is extremely fucking glad that Ted is here with him. Maybe it’s a bad sort of thing to think, but Roy is beyond grateful that he isn’t feeling everything that he’s feeling - about what they did today, about the whole situation, about Jamie - alone.

Higgins answers the door with a smile and waves them inside. He doesn’t ask why they didn’t stay in Manchester for the night, or how things went, or what the man they’d gone to see had been like, and Roy could kiss him for it. The only thing he says, huddled with Roy and Ted in the front entry, is, “Alright?”

Roy gives one stiff nod and Ted mumbles something unintelligible. Higgins nods back, and steps into the living room, both of them following behind him.

“Jamie,” he calls softly as he crosses the threshold. “Jamie, Ted and Roy are back. They’re here to get you.”

Jamie is laying on the couch. He’s curled on his side, a throw blanket tucked around him - a sight that kicks that lurching yank in Roy’s ribcage back to life again. It hurts to look at him there with the blanket so carefully tucked in at the edges. For a moment, Roy can’t hardly breathe. Then he notices that Jamie isn’t wearing the sling he’s supposed to be wearing so that his shoulder heals right. He sees it off to the side, set on an end table, and then he’s walking before he remembers deciding to do it. As he goes, he sees Jamie sitting up, a trajectory slowed and made awkward by sleep and pain.

“Roy?” the kid asks, voice clumsy with the same.

“Yeah,” Roy says. He picks up the sling and turns with it, sitting down on the couch next to Jamie. The fabric is rough and he’s not quite sure how to get the straps open, but he figures it out after not too much fumbling.

Holding out the sling, now opened as far as it will go, Roy gestures towards Jamie with it. Jamie looks at him and doesn’t move at first. When he does, it’s a slow shift, a hesitant raise of his bad arm that stops when it’s held out between them. He doesn’t put it into the sling. He just sits there with it held out between them, already trembling slightly from the pain of holding his wrenched shoulder at that angle.

It’s an offer. A silent gesture of hesitant trust and Roy almost can’t do it. He almost can’t bring himself to accept what he’s being given for fear that he’ll break it, that he’ll take this chance Jamie has given him and ruin it. Hurt him. Roy has to take the chance, though, because if he doesn’t, if he rejects the offer, he knows Jamie will be hurt. Something between them will fracture. So he reaches out a faintly shaking hand and gently takes ahold of Jamie’s wrist. Jamie jolts at the touch - not much, just a twitch really, but Roy stops. He sits still and holds Jamie’s wrist, waiting for… Waiting for something. What, he doesn’t know exactly. An indication that he hasn’t made things worse? Someone else to speak, or move, or breathe? Something, anything that will tell Roy that things are steady, that the ground under their feet isn’t ice about to crack.

The room feels like it’s holding its breath. Roy doesn’t know if Ted came in or is still in the doorway, if Higgins is here or if he’s disappeared somewhere into the rest of the house. He can’t pay attention to either of them. All his attention is focused on Jamie as he slowly, carefully starts helping the kid maneuver his arm into the sling. Mostly, it goes just fine. His arm fits into it easily with only a single moment where Roy twists the fabric to get it settled and Jamie lets out a hiss. Roy pulls the offending part of the sling out of the way and swipes his thumb over the bone of Jamie’s wrist in apology.

“Feel okay?” Roy asks, once it’s all settled, with all of its fiddly straps and velcro bits arranged in the way Sarah had showed him before they left the hospital.

Jamie doesn’t answer. He just keeps his head ducked down the way it has been while Roy’s fussed at his arm, watching the process with detached fascination. There’s an odd expression on his face and his eyes flick away from his arm, up to Roy every so briefly, then back down again. It takes Roy a moment to notice, but he’s chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“The sling, I mean,” Roy corrects, chastising himself internally for being an idiot with how he worded the question. Of course Jamie doesn’t fucking feel okay. What kind of a stupid, nonsense, ridiculous… “Does it feel alright, do you need me to…”

Whatever he’d been about to say is cut off by Jamie. The boy moves in an unexpected, sudden moment, wrapping his good arm around Roy’s waist and ducking his face into the side of his neck. The grip at Roy’s waist is tight in a way that’s almost desperate and Jamie is pressed as close as he can get despite the bulk of the sling getting in the way. There’s a tremor running through his body that Roy hadn’t been able to see but can sure feel now, and he’s breathing in heavy, laboured pushes of his chest like he’s about to cry.

It’s wrong, knowing that. It’s wrong that Roy knows so acutely and so surely what it feels like when Jamie is on the verge of tears in his arms, and he realizes with a lurch of his gut that he hasn’t actually reacted at all. Jamie is clinging onto him like he’s the last steady thing in the world but Roy’s arms aren’t around him. It’s been several long seconds now and he hasn’t responded, and he knows Jamie, knows that means Jamie’s probably already convinced he’s done something wrong. He’s got to be going ten rounds with himself inside his head but he still hasn’t let go, which means the only thing worse to Jamie right now than clinging to something he’s afraid doesn’t want him is not having anything to cling to at all.

Slowly, hesitantly, still so haunted by the inescapable knowledge of just where the worst of the boy’s injuries are mapped onto his body that a large part of Roy is terrified to touch him, he responds. Roy’s hands lift and hover behind him, trying to decide where to put them, eventually settling with one palm pressed to the nape of Jamie’s neck, the other gently eased around the part of his upper arm swaddled in the sling. If he can keep the pressure off Jamie’s shoulder, if he can avoid pressing on his injured back, then maybe Roy can justify staying here like this with him for a little longer. Maybe Roy can justify leaning his cheek on the top of Jamie’s head and feeling him breathe, which is proof that he’s alive. Proof that he’s not okay yet but he is safe, which means that okay is in reach, even if it’ll take a while to get there.

They stay there like that for a long time.

[jamiesfootball]

Here, have the words currently causing me pain: ankle, hip, head

May these heal you by hurting you a different way-

Ankle

Sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, Keeley forgoes her army of PR handlers to come tell Roy himself that he can't call for the winger's head on a platter on national TV. "Because there's going to be plenty of people doing that already," Keeley answers to whatever look Roy makes at that. "I'm serious, Roy. The media's going wild out there. They're already piecing together a- career highlight reel, like it's the last match he'll ever play." It is, he doesn't say. The same way he'd said nothing to the surgeon when they explained what part of that god-kissed right foot needed repairing. Same ankle. He'd known. He'd known for years. Didn't mean he'd say it first -- you didn't jinx a player like that.

Hip

Jamie tried to open his eyes. Squeezed them shut with a sharp gasp. “Hold on. I will get you something,” Sam said gently. He left, and Dani hovered closer, concerned and murmuring in Spanish. Jamie knew now that most of them were curse words. He reached up, trying to find some bit of Dani to hold onto, his wrist or his arm or his hip, anything that would afford him a grip and keep him from leaving. Dani caught his hand with his own, familiar and calloused. “Shhhh. Shhhh. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Was Jamie making a noise? “Here we are,” Sam’s voice returned, and that was all the warning that Jamie had before a cold, damp towel was laid gently across his forehead.

Head

He scratched at his forehead, where the faint remnants of the scab stretched thin and unpleasant, nearly healed now. "What happened to your head anyways?" Colin asked. He was owning up to shit now. That was the deal he made with himself. But it didn't make it any easier. The confession tasted like battery acid in his mouth, "Got in a fight with Jamie." Colin made a high, shocked noise in the back of his throat. "Oh fuck. Everything alright?" Roy's mouth opened to say 'no it wasn't fucking alright, but it is now' but Colin walked right over it. "Is this about his call with Pep?"

[babytarttdoodoo]

The Amsterdam Reveal (TM) is now on Ao3. Enjoy!

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“14.” Jamie’s voice was too loud, too sharp in this safe space that on any other day felt like home. But his fingers were clenching and unclenching, and his shoulders were coiled tight, and there was a rushing in his ears.

The vitriol pooled like acid on his tongue and Jamie couldn’t help but spew it out before it began to eat him away.

“I were 14.”

[readwing]

Hi ! An ask game if you want to participate : shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals 🖤

You and Me - Lighthouse

Crash and Burn - Savage Garden

Another Innocent Girl - Alkaline Trio

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) - Fall Out Boy

Despacito - Scott Bradlee’s Post Modern Jukebox

Just gonna normal tag people because I’m tired 💀

@thischapstickaddict @jamietarttsnorthernattitude @anotherlongstoryshort

[sighonaraa]

tagged by the lovely @anotherlongstoryshort and the wonderful @jamietarttsnorthernattitude!!

last song: "pierre" by ryn weaver!

currently watching: peaky blinders (INCOHERENT SCREECHING), the percy jackson series (slightly less screeching but still equally incoherent), and re-watching daredevil (INCOHERENT SCREECHING REACHES INAUDIBLE LEVELS) (I DID THIS TO MYSELF)

three dynamics: sam & roy (god take me back), leslie higgins & jamie (god what we could have had), and the team & the team (god i fucking love found family)

favorite color: PURPLE! any shade tbh but specifically lilac, like the color of my blog teehee

currently consuming: i just had a strawberry mochi!

past beloved character: so. many. to name a few: matt murdock, peeta mellark, inej ghafa, katniss everdeen, loki, natasha romanoff, jessica jones, et cetera, et cetera (always feel free to shriek at me about any or more of these characters)

relationship status: single

last movie: past lives! SO GOOD. HIGHLY RECOMMEND.

currently working on: like........ just approximately five billion things. the second chapter of the sun is only a God if you learn to starve, the second chapter of the ending where you finally find your way home, the post-blip daredevil fic, five gift fics, the sequel to my thor & loki fic, and an aromantic matt murdock fic. WHEW.

i think just about everybody has been tagged so, if you haven't been, consider this your free tag and feel free to use me as your tagger!

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

10 characters from 10 fandoms!

Tagged by the wonderful @roughroadhaley

Jamie Tartt (obviously) - Ted Lasso

Tina - The Bear

Diego - The Umbrella Academy

Gary - A Million Little Things

Athena - 911

Adrian Chase - Peacemaker

Mike November - Jack Ryan

JJ - Outer Banks

Tim Gutterson - Justified

Greg - Succession

Tagging @jonairadreaming @readwing @fanficfanattic @anotherlongstoryshort @abubblingcandle but no pressure <3

[ao3feed-tedlasso]

act like you're torn apart

https://ift.tt/1UOjrnM by anotherlongstoryshort It wasn’t like he’d done it on purpose. A bruised side. A knock on the head. No big deal. Jamie didn’t need to miss training. He didn’t need to turn up at Nelson Road and tell Ted he couldn’t play. --- From a Tumblr prompt: Jamie’s afraid of making a big deal out of being hurt after everything that happened in season 1. But then one day he actually is genuinely hurt badly and shows up to practice anyway. He collapses on the field and that’s when everyone finds out. Words: 3177, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Jamie Tartt, Ted Lasso, Roy Kent, Colin Hughes, Isaac McAdoo, Sam Obisanya, Richard Montlaur, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Jamie Tartt, Angst with a Happy Ending, Communication Failure, don't play football with injured ribs kids source https://archiveofourown.org/works/49884961 September 05, 2023 at 10:57PM

[notcrypticbutcoy]

You are valid! You are amazing! Taking time for yourself means more than updates for us! Sic me on anyone who disagrees ;)

(can’t say I have enough space in my head to feel guilty about not writing to be perfectly honest, aha. one day soon I’ll get back to it, when I’m gonna enjoy it!)

[hazelandglasz]

I assume we'd get in an argument about splitting the bill... (cheating because we've done that XD). Let it be known that @hazelandglasz is ridiculous and wouldn't let me pay for a Parisian doughut.

NAH! 💕

You are absolutely right my dear I am ridiculous like that (since gift giving is one of my two love languages...)

[asktheboywholived]

Hey, Mr Potter, what question do you wish people would stop asking?

[foundfamilywhump]

whumpee getting sick when they're already so hurt. every cough sends waves of agony through them. they can't keep down the food and water they so desperately need. caretaker can't do anything expect be there.

YES!!!! YES. all they can do is be there. distract them with talking when they're coherent enough. read to them when they're not up for speaking back, laying still and limp, breathing shallow and slow with the occasional tear trickling down their cheek. stroking their hair back and gently washing their overheated skin with a cool cloth. helping hold them up to ease their coughing just a bit when they're too weak to sit up alone...

[altschmerzes]

Did you ever watch Numb3rs? I feel like you would enjoy the vibe.

yes!!! i did!! and you're right, it was totally up my alley, you got me in one XD honestly a piece of media that will forever have a soft spot in my heart for many reasons but particularly for its portrayal of jewish characters and a like. soul searching arc for a character that brought him to connect more strongly with judaism. also an absolutely top shelf sibling dynamic. mwah. beloved.

(one of the lost media things that haunts me most is the unaired pilot where gabriel macht played don eppes. i want to see it so bad. he's one of my fave actors and i'd be FASCINATED to see his take on don, though rob morrow did a great job and i can't imagine it being anyone else)

[jamiesfootball]

Thanks for the tag @elloras

Last song:

Currently watching: The Bear, though my watch group has one episode left of Fall of the House of Usher

Three ships/dynamics: currently back on the Jamie/accountabilty-to-Jamie train in a big way. Also having thinking thoughts of Roy-Jamie-Keeley platonic bed sharing (have you read Flightless Birds? Go read Flightless Birds). Also in non-TL, really really circling the Camry & Richie dynamic in The Bear (you’re my cousin but you’re not my cousin and we both lost someone, we are intwined with grief we cant stand working together we’re stuck together you have a right to this place as much as I do. I don’t understand you but I guess I’m trying to help you. What do you think my purpose is?)

Favorite color: today it’s black

Currently consuming: Advil and coffee

First ship: Done that before so I’m officially changing it to Past Beloved Character: Spencer Reid from criminal minds. He’s just on my mind lately. I’m due for a rewatch

Relationship status: single

Last movie: I literally can’t remember. Last long form thing I consumed though was a 16+ hour true crime podcast documentary called The Teacher’s Pet. Highly recommend if you’re into thoughtful, excellent reporting and hosts that sound eerily like Paul Hollywood

Currently working on: Ch 2 of OGYGGIYHNBGL, which is about to pass the word count of ch 1 without even being close to finished

Tagging if so inclined:

@jamietarttsnorthernattitude @altschmerzes @anotherlongstoryshort @kvetchinglyneurotic @thirteenemeraldcats

[babytarttdoodoo]

Healthy communication my beloved

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A young woman was grinning at him excitedly, bouncing a little when his attention focused on her. She fluffed her hair with the hand that wasn’t squeezing his bicep.

“Are you Jamie? From Lust Conquers All?”

Ah.

[triaelf9]

anotherlongstoryshort replied to your post: Finally bit the bullet and made myself a massive...

Did you use a pattern? I love the compartments!

I followed somewhat a multi compartment jewelry bag online, but made it much bigger, and thus, had to SERIOUSLY edit it lol, it was a lot of trial and error ^_^;;