#rose for a wip snippet! a wippet if you will

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Legit anything with Jamie pls and thanks 🌹🌹

SORRY TO EVERYONE i am currently on my football kiddos agenda so. that is what y'all are getting. SORRY.

Jamie’s brow furrows, as if he’s thinking through the merits of a post-footie treat that’s not a scone. If his expression is any indication, it’s a grave consideration. “D’you promise?” he asks, at length. He gnaws on his thumb a little, and then tugs it from his mouth, like he doesn’t want to be caught. “Yes,” Roy says. “Pinky fucking promise.” “Even…even if I don’t make all the goals?” Jamie says. His voice is pitched, high and tremulous. “I get a sweet even if I don’t make all the goals?”

jamie............. JAMIE!!!!

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🌹 have another rose so that you may bravely power through the forgiveness stuff

ah! you are too good to me! I have. A Secret. About the forgiveness stuff. But that will have to wait until the whole fic is out :)

Until then... you get what I suffered through:

“You know, Jamie,” says Ted. “If hatin' your Pops ain’t motivating you like it used to, might be time to try something different.” But it ain’t that easy, is it? Jamie’s dad has dictated his life one way or another since he was born with the last name Tartt on his birth certificate and a right foot kissed by God-- even if neither of them knew it yet. Even if he wasn’t around. His absence a jigsaw piece of the puzzle that made up Jamie Tartt in and of itself. His arrival smashed that puzzle to bits and tried to build a new one in its wake.  “Just forgive him.”  When Jamie scoffs, it feels like there’s glass in his throat. “Fuck no, I ain’t givin’ him that.”  “Nah, you ain’t givin’ him anything.” Ted says, like that’s supposed to make sense. “You choose to do that? You’re giving that to yourself.”  He sounds so fuckin’ earnest. Looks it, too. Jamie looks at him; bites his tongue, and focuses on pulling his laces tighter. It ain’t that easy.  Not for Jamie. Maybe for Ted, who’s only ever taken two looks at Jamie’s dad and walked the other way both times. But not for Jamie.

ty for your support

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🌹🌹 brings my empty bowl of football kiddos angsty whumpy goodness up to you, please may I have some more?

always ALWAYS!!!

Christ. First it was Lasso and his fucking mustache, now it’s Keeley and her fucking pom-poms. Maybe Roy should put up more decorations around the flat; the walls are bare and white, blank as a fresh canvas, and probably not much fun for a fuck-muppet to stare at all day without end. He’s completely goddamn clueless when it comes to child-rearing, but he’s seen those idiots online who deck their nurseries out in beige and grey. There’s something real fucking sad about a kid growing up in the dark like that. Roy’s not much for the sun, but he’ll fling the windows wide open if it means Jamie doesn’t have to be one of them. And if it also means Jamie will quit babbling on about mustaches and pom-poms and people who’ll ruin him the minute Roy lets them get too close, well. Roy can keep that bit to himself.

royo means so much to me!!!!! sorry royo. everything will be okay (eventually).

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🌹 (can I break the rules and ask for a specific character instead of a specific wip? 'cause like you know I'm always looking for a Richard snippet ;) )

🌺🌹🌷🌼- also more flowers for you because you deserve them <3

🌸🌷🌻 adding on to the flowers because YOU deserve them too <3

and yes of COURSE everybody is always allowed to request specific characters. i have a kiddo richard snippet from a future chapter of the football kiddos au just for you!!

“This is Richard,” Colin says, gritting the name out through his teeth like it’s physically painful, and juts a finger at the brown-haired boy who’s dangling by the knees from the monkey bars. “He’s annoying and I hate him.” Ted’s not sure what his responsibility is here; on the one hand, he’s not a huge fan of anybody calling anybody else annoying, or expressing a general hatred for their existence to their face. On the other, he tends to be of the opinion that the nuanced and complicated rivalries between pre-pubescent kiddos can be character building. So he waves a hand in Richard’s direction, offers a Switzerland-level neutral response of, “Nice to meet’ya, Richard,” and watches as Richard flips onto the grass. “Colin doesn’t hate me,” he informs Ted, French accent perfectly crisp and proper. “He hates everything I stand for, which is beautiful hair and champagne.” Colin hisses, “I hate you so much.”

colin and richard's enemy-ship is. very funny to Me Personally. they WILL become friends....... eventually. maybe. perhaps.

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🌹🌹🌹 since your doing football kids angst could we have some Roy Jamie family angst too pleeeease

one thing about me is i LOVE angst and i will ALWAYS be willing to provide. always.

Roy’s nails carve crescents into his palms. He doesn’t notice he’s clenching his jaw until he feels the scrape of tooth on tooth, and all at once the taut pull of the muscle is almost painful in its prominence. He measures an exhale through his nose. Waits for the red-hot flare of anger in his chest to cool so that it doesn’t burn Jamie, because it’s not fucking meant for Jamie. It’s meant for a man who’s no longer here but whose presence remains a ghost that haunts every last one of Jamie’s flinches. “Of course you do,” he says, level. “You get a sweet no matter what.” “Really?” Jamie says, as if he can’t hardly believe it. “Really,” says Roy, and he means it as a vow.

I LOVE. SIBLINGS AND FAMILY ANGST AND TRYING TO BE BETTER FOR FUCK-MUPPET FIVE YEAR OLDS. WAHHHH.

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*brings roses to your doorstep as an offering in exchange for being able to listen to Football Kiddo AU noises*

*picks up the roses and carries them inside and arranges them artfully in a beautiful vase for safekeeping as i prepare a football kiddo au snippet for you noises*

Roy stays there on the floor a second more, baffled by the abrupt change of heart, but he’s heard the stupid adage about gift horses and how much they hate being fucking looked at enough to know that questioning his good fortune will end real goddamn poorly. So he pours Jamie some milk for his Cheerios, finishes his coffee, and eats a protein bar while observing Jamie, eagle-eyed, to ensure a piece of cereal doesn’t go down the wrong way. It’s an illogical fear; an implausible one. Still, his throat gets tight with barely-suppressed panic whenever he thinks on it too long. “M’done!” Jamie announces at last, waving his spoon in the air triumphantly, and Roy swoops in just before the empty bowl gets upended onto the carpet. “Roy, m’done! Please can we play footie now, please?”

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politely leave a bunch of roses on your doorstep and disapears into the night

gathers the roses to my chest and gazes longingly into the darkness, wondering if my secret admirer shall ever return

from the football kiddos au!

“No,” says Isaac. “S’called an ensemble for a reason.” Colin sniffs. “Well. Whatever. The standing ovation was for the whole cast except Richard, ’cause Richard is stupid.” Trent clears his throat. “’Cause Richard only played Toto and no one cares about Toto,” Colin says, long-sufferingly, as though Trent’s refusal to permit him to call one of his classmates stupid is a source of extreme aggravation.

theatre kiddo isaac is. very real to me. To Me.

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🌹🌹🌹HURLS FLOWERS AT YOU

ATTEMPTS TO CATCH THEM AND THEY HIT ME SMACK IN THE FACE BECAUSE I HAVE NO COORDINATION.

asteria my LOVE. for you, a football kiddos wippet:

Isaac gives a non-committal grunt and wanders over. He must be Colin’s age, Ted thinks, only he’s broader in the shoulders and a fair sight taller. A compact linebacker, and ain’t that an image and a half. Trent bends on one knee to reach Isaac’s calves, and as he’s rubbing two fat dollops of sunscreen into place, Colin makes his reappearance and shrills, “Isaac! You traitor!” “Don’t wanna get skin cancer,” says Isaac. “M’bein’ health-conscience.” “Conscious,” Trent corrects, gently. “Health-conscious,” says Isaac. Colin frowns mightily. “Knights in battle didn’t care ’bout bein’ health-conscious.” “That’s ’cause they was too busy gettin’ stabbed and dying all over the place,” says Isaac, with impeccable and infallible nine-year-old logic.

if i have not already made this abundantly clear: I LOVE KIDDOS.

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from football kiddos, if you please!

love ya <3

as you wish! <3

“Nah,” Colin’s friend tells him. “Remember in Paddington, baking saved the prison.”

“Shhh,” Colin hisses. “I’m blackmailing Mr. Lasso. You’re gonna ruin it.”

“You ain’t blackmailing him.”

“I am so,” says Colin.

Colin’s friend shakes his head at Ted. “We learned about blackmail in Ms. Chauncey’s class last year but Colin’s a little dumb and always gets it mixed up with regular threats.”

“I do not,” says Colin.

colin and isaac best friend forever-ism is. SO IMPORTANT TO MEEEEE. i love. kiddos.

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🌹🌹🌹 Oooooooh go on and give us a little baby jamie sneak peak! Pleeeeeeease

of courseeeeeee. as we know little baby jamie is my absolute most beloved.

from the upcoming chapter 3 of the football kiddos au!

So he brews himself a cup of coffee and pours Jamie a glass of orange juice, and he’s just about to go wake the lad up when Jamie comes barrelling into the kitchen and plops right down on the floor. “M’not hungry, Roy,” he announces before Roy even has a chance to direct him towards the bowl of cheerios on the table. “M’ready for footie!” “You have to eat before you play footie,” Roy says. “Or else you’ll get a fucking…head rush, or something.” Jamie shakes his head. “Don’t wanna.”

[deep inhale] BABYYYYYYY BOYYYYYYY

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🌹 an extra rose, if you should need it for wippets

auuugh thank you!! i am physically dragging myself through this next chapter of football kiddos, but! here is a wippet from later on........

Roy’s heart doesn’t leap to his throat. It seems to simply…vanish, get swallowed between one breath and the next, implode upon itself like a dying star and leave nothing behind but empty space. He can’t feel it anymore; can’t feel the rush of blood in his ears as he starts to run, ungainly at first and then faster, faster, muscles aching, stomach pounding. Jamie’s small and he can’t go very far on his own yet but he’s got the advantage of time, and as Roy watches he slides a bit further down the slope courtesy of the damp slick of rain before climbing back to his feet and continuing on. “Jamie!” Roy yells, the name tearing from his chest so fiercely he wouldn’t be surprised if it left a hole behind. “Jamie, fucking—Jamie, stop!” But Jamie doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even turn around.

oh boy. the River Incident TM. oh boy!!!

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You: apologizing for football kiddos snippets

Me: on the edge of my seat excited

WAHHHH this is very sweet, thank youu :') in exchange i shall present another snippet from the upcoming chapter!!

Jamie pokes Roy in the face and giggles at the disgruntled breath that whistles through his nostrils in response. Roy is going to take that as the fuck-muppet equivalent of Sounds fucking excellent, mate, thank you for your service. If he has to frame his mouth around the taffy-sweet syllables of ‘pom-poms’ one more time, he might hurl. The second trainer goes on easier than the first, though it’s only because Jamie becomes so preoccupied with prodding Roy everywhere he can reach that he forgets he’s supposed to be acting a nuisance. Roy has to bite down on his tongue when Jamie gets at a particularly ticklish spot beneath his left ribcage. The ocean swell of salt rises, and he chokes it back along with a bark of laughter. “Enough of that, you muppet,” he says, giving Jamie’s laces one final, assertive tug. “Where’d you put the ball?”

jamie STOP. you are giving roy GRAY HAIRS. look at him he's getting WRINKLES.

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🌹 <- for the second hour of your bus ride

hour two (2) babyyyyy

also from the post-s3 fic/jamie study con't:

Here are some things Jamie knows: He’s still the best player on the team. His left-foot cross is almost perfect. They won their first match of the season with Arsenal— Keeley has started keeping a gratitude journal. Where she writes down the things that she’s grateful for in a little pink notebook she keeps beside her bed. Jamie tries to make a list in his head: —

yeah I'm cutting it off right there what of it?

ty for the rose <3

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from the jamie study, which i have FINALLY gotten Unstuck on:

He thinks he might miss it, like that. When he was smaller and skinnier and softer, a little less tired and a little less scared, and Roy Kent was just a poster on his wall, and football was just a game and not everything he was worth served up to him on a plate, and Jamie was some of the time something a little closer to happy. 

thanks for the ask asdfghjkl i am dying to finish this so you all can read it in its entirety... SOON