knightofwolves
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‘Ok, Jamie. Fuck, marry, kill: Ted, Beard and Roy.’
‘Marry Roy, fuck Beard, kill Ted,’ Jamie replies instantly. They hadn’t even given him a hard one, the answer was so obvious he didn’t even need to think before responding. Except by the few gasps he hears and the way his teammates are staring at him, they don’t agree, which is dumb because that’s objectively the right answer.Or Alternatively: A game of fuck marry kill leads to revalations for both Roy and Jamie and they compltely fail to be remotely normal about each other.
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- Part 1 of Fuck Marry Kill Verse
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“I don’t think you ever bought your own cigarettes in the six years I knew you.”
“You’ve known me eighteen years,” Art corrects, instinctively.
(anyway don't be a stranger!)
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It was after the game, and Patrick was looking at Art. It was thirteen years ago, and Patrick was looking at Art. It was a lifetime ago and it was right now and then and every time in between all at once, and Patrick was looking at Art, and Art wasn’t looking at him.
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- Part 1 of Compress/Repress
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Art turns to him, face dead set and serious, in a way she’s forgotten he can be about tennis. If she’d known— god, if she’d known this was all it would take, she would’ve fucked Patrick years ago. Well, she would’ve fucked Patrick and then told Art about it.
Or: What happens, after the final.
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- Part 5 of The Katalogue