#one of which is the continuing slow-bleed of my 'fuck jamie's dad' agenda

[jamiesfootball]

Having just finished the first chapter of oh god, you're gonna get it (you have not been given love) I am throwing a bouquet (and myself) at your feet.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Waaaaaaaaaah!!! Thank you so much! I'm so glad you got a chance to read it.

To reward your bouquet, here is a (rough) snippet from the next chapter:

Jamie jumped as his phone dinged, the device slipping out of his hand to land on the floorboards. Christ, he was jumpy. What the hell had the physios done to him in there anyways?

Gail would tell him--for the right price. Roy made a mental note to stop by the bakery the next chance he could; a fresh loaf of challah went a long way in the physio department.

By the time Jamie managed to fish his phone out of the well, his face had taken on a forcefully blank expression, betrayed only by the tightening around his eyes. The corner of his lip twitched down uncomfortably, like he was being pulled on a hook.

The light changed. Roy pulled forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Jamie take controlled, measured breaths and frowned. Perhaps he was in more pain than he was letting on.

With his poorly feigned stoicism pulled close like a jacket, Jamie casually flicked his phone back on. The rest of the pained tension bled right out of him as he huffed a sharp laugh.

"It's just Dani. They took the red-eye out of Heathrow last night, and they just landed in Guadala-jara," he explained, picking up the conversation like they'd been interrupted. The name of the city he pronounced carefully, effort and practice separating the word into manageable, if awkward, halves. He texted something back on his phone before continuing, "The Elenas have been sending me pictures all night. I'm pretty sure they're making a timelapse of how long it takes him to cheer up after leaving England. It's funny, innit? You'd think someone who loves going home so much wouldn't be so sad about it, but they've sent me about a dozen of him pouting in the airport lounge."

He held up his phone to show Roy said picture of sad-Dani, as if Roy were not actively driving them through traffic.

#you are so nice to me fr #I am not yet satisfied with this snippet but it has some aspects that I like #one of which is the continuing slow-bleed of my 'fuck jamie's dad' agenda #but a much funner one being that of Dani and his relationship with his girlfriends #they are honestly not a big part of this story but they are built into the Dani of it all #the important thing to know is that they are both high-stressed professional ladies #who Dani has thoroughly charmed with his *waves at All That Is Dani* #he is their emotional support footballer #and since Jamie is their emotional support footballer's emotional support footballer #they have a group chat #these tags got away from me fast #anyways! #thank you thank you thank you for the roses #rose for a snippet #wippets #writing progress #fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love) #roy kent #jamie tartt #dani rojas #ask box is always open