#“i think i'll focus on one-shots for a bit after i finish flightless birds” 🤡🤡

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🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

So this is very much in the primordial soup phase of an idea, but I know just enough about reality TV production that some day I'd like to write a fic about Jamie's time on Lust Conquers All and going from the high-pressure environment of playing for City and having his dad around to a different but still very public high pressure environment, and also how being on that type of show might intersect with his Amsterdam-trauma.

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She tipped against Rebecca’s side. Fanned at her face. “God, I’m all mushy. It’s just… I never thought I could have any of this, even when I was working so hard to get it. Doesn’t feel real sometimes, does it?”

“I know what you mean.” Rebecca squeezed her back. “Six months before I left Rupert, I was convinced we would be together the rest of our lives.”

“The rest of his life, more like, the withered old fuck,” Keeley said. Then, “Oh, god, have I started channeling Roy?”

Rebecca laughed. “He is a withered fuck, that’s true.” She held up her glass. “To being free of all the withered fucks of the world.”

(from Flightless Birds)