#my last one in the inbox so enjoy these longer snippets ☺️

[lunar-years]

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❤️‍🩹 added to rjk fwb: “Damn straight,” Jamie agreed, even though really, if it were up to him, he’d want a fair few other people in the stands alongside Ted when it happened. Mummy, first of all. And obviously she’d bring Simon with her. Maybe Dad could come, too, if he was still doing better. In a different part of the stands where Mummy didn’t have to see him, but they could both see their son playing for the league title.  In his head, Jamie’s the one who scores the goal that does it. It might as well be, since he were making it up in his head where no one else could see. Didn’t make him an arrogant prick just to think it, did it? He shook away that train of thought. They were meant to be talking about Roy, here. “And what’s worst case?” he prompted. 

total word count: 45400 words

🏃‍♀️added to runaway phoebe:

“Baby,” Keeley said softly, seriously, her soft palm cradling his, thumb rubbing pattern onto his skin. “We’ve got to stay calm for now, yeah? Phoebe’s a teenager. She might have just gone off to meet up with friends.”  “And not even both answering her phone? Ruth said she’s messaged her half a dozen times, left voicemails…and nothing.”  Keeley shrugged. “My parents never knew where I was when I was Phoe’s age.” She gave a nervous laugh, squeezing his hand and talking in rambles, like she only did when she was anxious and couldn’t stop herself. “Sure as shit wasn’t going to tell them I was out all night lighting cigarettes off Stevie Wilson’s oven and snogging Geri Murray in her basement while her mum was working night shift.”  Roy swallowed down a wave of bile. “Is this meant to make me feel better? 

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💫 added to Time Loop:

He clicks it on anyway, a tangle of nerves building unsettlingly in his gut, because something is definitely wrong here. With the added light, he can see that the shirt he’s supposedly worn to bed, covered in sweat from whatever fucking nightmare scape he’s woken up in, is very much not Roy’s World’s Best Uncle t-shirt. The one Jamie stole from him ages ago as a joke, that night Phoebe asked if Jamie got to be her uncle now, too. The one he remembers slipping over his head yesterday-but was it yesterday?- before crawling into bed beside his boyfriend.  Think I'm her favourite uncle now, he’d smugly quipped the night he’d first taken it, and Roy had kissed him silly and Jamie had never given him his shirt back because the fabric was bloody soft and it smelt of his boyfriend and it was too big on Roy besides, so this arrangement rather worked out better for the both of them.

total word count: 1365 words

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