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Bookmarked by inyyy
11 Mar 2026
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Pete shifts uncomfortably. Not sure if he should tell his little sister about the interaction. Considering it wouldn’t be worth potentially causing a rift between the two. They seem close enough. The damn kid is at their house every week. Sometimes for hours on end. That weird ball in his stomach becomes lead when a thought hits him.
“I-Is he your boyfriend?”
“Is who my boyfriend?” Hilary sits up in bed. Confused enough to be invested in the conversation now. “Pete, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“The kid that was here earlier. With the stupid hat and-”
“Patrick?” She snatches the other headphone out of her ear and snorts unattractively. “Are you talking about Patrick?”
The name sounds familiar enough. “Yeah? I guess?”
“Patrick is not my fucking boyfriend.” She’s still laughing through the words. “Patrick is gay as fuck.”
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“Do you think you’ll ever be remembered?” The guy says to him, suddenly. Patrick almost jumps straight out of his chair, but he thankfully doesn’t. He does practically give himself whiplash trying to turn his head to look at him, but that’s another story.
“Do you think you’ll ever be remembered?” He asks again, like he’s talking to a little kid. His lips are chapped, and his face is covered in stubble. He sounds drunk, and Patrick wishes he could be drunk.
“Like… do you think anyone will ever remember you? Nobody will ever remember me.” He says, staring at Patrick through the bars on the edge of his balcony. Brown, hopeless eyes search for something in Patrick’s baby blues, but Patrick offers nothing but a sputter and a ‘I don’t—I–“
(OR: Pete and Patrick are neighbors and they meet one night when they're both on their balconies. And then they meet again, and again, and again. Sometimes on their balconies... but sometimes not. This isn't a metaphor or anything they literally sometimes interact on the balconies and sometimes they don't. Very, very loosely based off THAT line from From Now On, We're Enemies)
Bookmarked by inyyy
23 Feb 2026
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There's magic everywhere - in the deep bowels of the Pyramids, in the whirling colour above Nordic fjords, in the jungles of the Amazon. But there's a special kind of magic in the Emerald Isle with its mists that hide all manner of the supernatural. It's the something that shimmers and twists, dancing between an Irish barman with blue eyes and a sassy mouth and an American student with eyeliner and a too-tight shirt.
It might be just another brush of lives, fleeting and only remembered for a moment... or it could be something more.
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Pete is an elf. Patrick is a single dad. Both are in sore need of a Christmas miracle.