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Jonny wakes up first, a foot away from Patrick on the bed and tangled in the sheets he'd kicked off in the night. Patrick in his sleep is a mostly unremarkable thing. His hair is a few weeks overdue for a haircut, just a shade too long, and he's snoring softly, mouth open and drool gathering on the pillow beneath him.
Jonny would go to the ends of the Earth with him. He would kill and die with him. He has gotten into really ill-advised brawls at rec-league volleyball tournaments with him. When Jonny thinks about the enormity of all that, everything else pales in comparison.
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“You hooking up?” TJ asks after Jonny’s stared at his phone for several minutes, eyes blurring at the simple line of text from Patrick. TJ’s a bro. If Jonny’s hooking up, he’s not going to get in his way, even if they had planned to kill the rest of the wine box during their all night Lord of the Rings marathon.
“Nah,” Jonny says, even if the idea of it makes his head spin. For all that Patrick’s a mess of a twenty year old, there’s something appealing there. “This one's definitely straight.”
TJ snorts. “Right. I text all my casual male acquaintances shit that makes their faces do,” he gestures vaguely to Jonny's face, “that at eleven-thirty at night.”
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- Part 1 of Consequences
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“She seems nice,” Jonny says after a moment of awkward silence passes between them.
“She is nice,” Patrick agrees. With no glass to hold in his hands, he fidgets awkwardly, fingertips rubbing his chapped lips. “You look good, Jonny.”
“Thank you,” Jonny says tightly, like it’s not killing him. Like watching Patrick’s big fingers skirt over his lips and jaw and chin isn’t killing him. “You know, I have some pictures of you naked in my old apartment if you think that would refresh your memory.”
Patrick’s hands still. “You still jerk off to those?” he asks, voice all chilly indifference that used to make Jonny want to punch him in his goddamn face.
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- Part 2 of Consequences
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Patrick’s memory exists in fragments in the days after he meets Jonathan Toews.
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a collection of tumblr ficlets gathered here mostly so I don't forget they exist
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The thought of being Patrick's girlfriend hits him like a slap to the face, want so fierce in his gut he almost feels sick with it.
And that's how it starts.
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12 May 2016
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"I'm sorry," Jack says again. He covers his face with the hand that isn't holding the phone, closes his eyes. He can feel his own harsh breath reflect against his palm. He takes a deep breath, then another. Bittle doesn't deserve his anger. Deserves so much better. "I'm sorry. I love you."
"It's not that easy, Jack," Bittle says, voice tight, like Jack doesn't know that.
Nothing gets to be easy. Not for him.
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28 Oct 2015
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Tyler comes out (over and over again), dates, hooks up, and eventually meets a guy.
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28 Oct 2015
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where is your boy tonight? (i hope he is a slytherin) by deerie
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
14 Oct 2014
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Stiles wishes he could just worry about things like passing his classes and not getting eaten during his Care of Magical Creatures class with Professor Lovegood during his last year at Hogwarts. That's kind of hard to do when the people who put him and his other-mother under the Cruciatus Curse at the end of his sixth year are on the lam. He definitely doesn't have time to worry about adding another person to their relationship, no matter what Scott keeps saying about Derek Hale. And Derek comes with his own set of problems, like a past that might be more relevant to Stiles' current problems than he realizes.
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30 Oct 2014
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It took Lydia a moment—she was still caught up in Euclidean spaces and paradoxical decomposition, tongue sweet with bourbon—before she caught Derek's meaning, registered the rabbit flutter of Stiles's heart beneath her open palm where she'd pressed it against his chest. Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, like he couldn't bear to look at her, already steeled for the inevitability of her rejection. Lydia glanced at Derek, eyes glittering beneath lowered lashes. "Are you sure?" she said.
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27 Oct 2014