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Me and the bad bitch that I pulled by being a twink

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And the award for doing EVERYTHING with your "best friend" goes to:
I knew he looked familiar
I think I crossed it somewhere. I think he did too, but he won’t admit it.
I'm soooooo normal about them

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Henry: Guys, how should I finish my Valentine’s poem? Nils: Roses are red, violets are blue, and guess what? My bed has room for two. Henry: Oh my God. Alexander: Twinkle twinkle little star, we could do it in my car. Henry: No. Stop. Vincent: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, I can make you scream. Henry: Fuck you all, I’m leaving.
a list of things i want (need) to happen in season 3 of young royals!
- walter and henry scenes. i dont even care at this point if theyre endgame or not, i just need more scenes to edit them to.
- nils and vincent scenes. unlike how i am with walter and henry, i do infact NEED them to be endgame to carry on with my existence.
-simon and willie to be happy!
okay, thats all! thanks for tuning in to my ted talk.
post-hillerska nilcent double drabble
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In the fresh early hours of a Sunday morning, Vincent strolled into the living room with a woman hanging off his arm. "I need my apartment key back," he declared, still dressed in the party clothes he left with on Friday night.
Nils, who had been and still was enjoying his Moroccan blend espresso, just flipped the page of his newspaper. "If you're breaking up with me," he said, dry as the toast cooling beside his coffee, "can we at least talk about it first?"
The woman giggled. It sounded awkward.
Good.
"Maybe if you weren't all nag and no shag," Vincent replied, easy as you like and this, Nils thought. This was why their friendship worked so well.
He looked up and eyed how Vincent held onto his conquest of the week. She looked… female.
The beginnings of jealousy were swept away before it could take hold; Nils refused to broadcast how far gone he was on his straight best friend and roommate.
And so, instead, he plastered on his easy smile, looked pointedly away from where Vincent ended and the strange woman began, and said, joking even if his heart was breaking: "I don't sleep with married men."
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