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erensnubs · 3 years

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𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝑾𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒆꧂

Oikawa Angst lolz

Word Count: 3.3k holy shit didn’t know i could write that much

Thinking about if you and oikawa were really close friends

Both of you had feelings but both of you buried those feelings

Oikawa was HELLAAA ambitious with his career and he knew what he wanted to do

Since the start really and u didn't know wtf u wanted to do

And oiks has always been like that since he was young

So u both just assumed u were inherently "incompatible" bc of ur different motivations and lifestyle choices

Which is totally not true bc now u both realize it could have fucking worked bt u two

Then u guys grow up and ur eventually gonna marry someone

U love this person with all ur heart and soul but ofc there's always trouble in paradise :/

Oikawa becomes this famous volleyball player

But despite the fact u grew up

Oikawa still talks and calls u and checks up on u

And he's been doing it more too bc of the fact ur getting married and hes just watching out

For his friend

Part of it is just genuine concern

But the other part which is probably the WHOLE reason

Is that he still wants to be in ur life, even if he wasnt the person he wanted to be

Was to be ur spouse and to support and love u

Like u deserve :)

Ur fiance tho is being inconsiderate and honestly unfaithful

Bc yk they're ego got to them when they got famous and rich

And now ur basically a trophy spouse instead of being in a loving relationship

And everyday you sort of have this regret of not choosing oikawa or speaking up about it

And oikawa hates the fact that he didnt stick his head out for u when he could

So both of u are just in this hopeless case bc if u do just follow ur fantasieswhat's

Who knows what the goddamn media would say about whats happening

And ur fiance already victimizes themselves

So ur just stuck wishing u and oikawa did something before all this happened :(

Your trembling hands grip the glass of water you were scrubbing as yet again, your spouse was being bitchy.

Well they were your fiance, and they weren't being bitchy. They were just being inconsiderate of you, your hard work, the things you did for them.

The affection you gave, the tears that fell when they didn't say or do anything about it. How they never thanked you for sacrificing your time with other friends and family so you could support them with their ongrowing business.

When they were unemployed and doing nothing you were there. When they became "self-employed" meaning starting a business you were there. You faced the ridicule and the judging questions people who were close to you asked when your significant other did these impulsive things.

You were beside them when they finally put their business out in public. There when they became rich and sort of famous. There for the sleepless nights on unemployed days, not so employed days, and self-employed and self-made days.

And what did you get in return, for your time and love?

Your dear fiance, going out to dinner with the same goddamn business partner, and coming home and telling you all about their wonderful date.

Yes, they called it a date. You knew that business partner had eyes for them but you brushed it off. You trusted your fiance. But you misjudged that.

Because now they're rambling to you about the funny things that "business partner" said during their date.

"Oh god sweetheart they're so fucking hilarious. They just make the craziest jokes and so loud and so blunt about it, " they say laughing taking off their coat and grabbing a glass out of the cabinet.

You literally just washed those.

You smile, "I bet they are. Their employees at their company say they just brighten up the place."

You remained passive. Maybe your fiance will stop talking about them and help you clean the kitchen. Ask you if your day was okay or how you're feeling in general. Maybe after that you would get some food and watch a movie together like you used to.

Or maybe you could act like a regular couple and sleep together. You know, like normal. Not calling other people, business partners, staying up late on your phone doing whatever.

“They make me feel like all this is worthwhile, you know? They’re just there with me and supporting me. I just-” They pull out the bottle of wine you specifically saved for your family dinner to celebrate your upcoming wedding.

Maybe they forgot?

They pour the wine into the glass, some spilling on the counter that you know you probably have to clean up after.

“I’m just so happy that I even met them. I don’t even know where I would be without them. I feel so stressed with, you know-”

Your fiance motions with his hand at you like he was swatting a fly away.

“With our wedding, that I don’t even have enough time to close in on business deals and they’ve really helped me get the stress out with how much time our wedding preparations have been,” they say with a contented smile.

Your grip on the glass hardens as you place it in the dishwasher. Were you becoming a burden to them? Did your marriage and spending time with your fiance equate to stress to them? Enough stress that they consider the wedding a waste of time? Even when you haven’t sat down with them and talked it over?

“[Business Partner Name], they make me incredibly happy and I feel accomplished and an amazing and powerful person when I’m with them,” they say finishing the glass.

They walk over to you and give you a smile, setting down the glass in front of you. No kiss, no hug, no I love you and Good night .

They walk away to their office and shout, “I might be calling them again later tonight, [Name]! So don’t bother waiting for me in the bed!”

Once they were out of sight your form crumples and you steel your self, gripping the edge of the sink. You throw your head back and blink the tears that were about to fall from your eyes back, and you wipe your nose.

Didn’t they JUST spend time with them? Did they not have time for you anymore? It hurt. It was that crumpling of the paper hurting where the person’s hands would get stabbed by the rough corners of the paper and the hard lines. But they didn’t care enough to watch out so they kept on crumpling and twisting and pushing the paper until it was reduced to a sphere.

A sphere that isn’t perfect at all, that has rough edges and bumps but it was forced to become a sphere.

Did your fiance become the hands and you were the paper? To be yet again molded into something that they chose for you to do? And you faking everything to try to be that perfect sphere?

Oh, but not him, you think with a smile.

He would smooth you out, and laugh with you, tell you everything was okay. He’d give you that amazing smile, the one where his teeth are all showing and he couldn’t breathe so he sounded like a cat in water.

No, don’t think about him. You shake your head and leave the empty glass in the sink and turn off the lights.

You shouldn’t even think about him. He shouldn’t even be on your mind, your conscious scolds you as you walk to the bedroom to get ready...

Ready for what? Another night of wallowing in self-pity and the impending feeling of loneliness that was just thrust upon you from the person you loved?

The answer was obviously yes, because you immediately went into your nightly routine of getting ready.

You went into the bathroom, set your phone down and start washing your face vigorously, like you were trying to wash out any negative thing in your brain.

Suddenly your phone alerts two new notifications. You grab your face towel and wipe of the water and adjust your eyes to the notification.

Toru Oikawa sent you a message

Toru Oikawa tagged you in a post

Your eyes widened. What was Toru doing?

You quickly opened the message to scold him for posting this stuff. He knows your fiance would absolutely hate it if you even interacted with Toru because it would hurt your image in the public eye. Whatever the fuck that meant.

Ever since you and your fiance, who at the time was just a lover, became more noticed in the world of celebrities and the elite society, the both of you they did decided for the best that the both of you just you wouldn’t share your private life with the public unless checked with the other.

That meant telling your friends that you couldn’t meet with them in public as often since they were “normal” people. That also meant you couldn’t go out as much on your own.

Which didn’t bother you as much, since your friends were understanding and you called, face timed and invited them to your residence as much as you could.

But time went on, the business grew as well. So, less time with your friends were spent, you barely interacted with other people outside of your family. You barely looked at your phone except the mindless scrolling on social media. That also meant your fiance being in the public eye more, meaning you had to watch your tongue, your body and everything that you did. Your fiance became almost protective, no they were practically policed you in everything you did that you just didn’t bother fighting or finding loopholes to do what you want to do.

Toru also became famous as time went on. Of course he would be. Ever since high school and college the man would whimsically say his dreams, but you knew they were actual events that were going to take place. Look at him now. He was a professional volleyball player, a Division One athlete.

Yet he wasn’t uptight about the public eye, like your fiance. He would constantly be empathic to the public and to others, sharing his story of trials and hardships he had to face to get to where he was.

Toru was so genuine and in his element. He accomplished everything that he set out to do and was happy.

You remember watching him win the gold medal in the Olympics and tears stained the couch because you were so happy.

You also remember when your fiance gave you a lecture on how you can't get interact publicly with Oikawa on social media or in real life because of your social status and his.

Toru always, even before both of you grew up, liked to share pictures of friendships and events that took place. His wall in his room was adorned with pictures of his mother, his annoying shit of a nephew, his beautiful sister. He had pictures of random sunsets and flowers. Toru took selfies a LOT so those were prominent, as well as crack snaps of Iwa and Mattsun doing stupid things, maybe the occasional Makki.

There was pictures from middle school volleyball, a badly drawn mustache on Kageyama on one of them. Pictures of Oikawa and Iwa when they were 5.

Then you entered his life in highschool and continued in Brazil. You were one of his only friends back home, who also ventured out to South America.

Then Toru's wall had a new era of Toru and [Name].

Pictures at the beach, playing volleyball. Swimming and surfing, diving into the water. Photos of staying up late doing assignments and watching Toru play volleyball. Photos of you, him and Hinata on the beach.

Snapshots of you and Oikawa at different restaurants and bars. Of you getting wasted or him getting wasted. Pictures of you smiling and holding each other.

So when your fiance told you, you and Oikawa couldn' t really talk or do anything together anymore they twisted a knife to your gut.

It even hurt more when you had to tell Toru and the both of you talked it out briefly, like it was too much and the knife twisted and gutted you.

Because you knew it was true.

You open up the message and see a picture and a couple of messages.

2:30 Toru: just wanted to let u know to drink water [Name]

4:37 Toru: Can u believe that its our nerf gun night anniversary

7:45 Toru: Oh shit ur probably doing work and helping ur fiance with the wedding

Sorry for not checking in with u sooner

"Oh Toru, never change," you mutter with a smile.

You scroll down some more and your mouth turns into a wide, wide smile.

10:45 Toru: ok ik its sort of late over there but i found our nerf night picture

Oh of course it had to be that picture.

There you were back to back with Toru, holding out your nerf guns at the club like a couple of spies. Your face was sticky with sweat, plastered with random face paint. Toru was looking back at you with that sweet smile, brown hair sticking all over his forehead.

Weren't the both of you 20? 21? That picture seemed ages ago.

Toru: U still have that gorgeous smike yk?

Your heart clenched. You read the next text with fear.

Imma post it i hope u dont mind

Your fiance will, you think sarcastically

Its one of my favorite pictures of u

What?

That was it?

Nothing else after the text?

Insteas of scolding him for posting it you went onto his page to see exactly what he said.

@[name] and I during my early days of South American volleyball. Look at that beautiful person.

Your heart aches as you went from the bathroom and settled into your bed.

You quickly messaged Oikawa, but instead of scolding him.

You texted him.

Haha why is it one of ur fav pics of me?

You set your phone down, half expecting for it to be silent, the other half not really and he replied quickly.

Its one of my favorite pictures EVER actually

You smirk.

Tell me why..... Now Toru😐

Toru: Fine, fine....

Your breath catches at the next sentence. Oh fuck you Toru for making me feel this way.

Call me right now and i'll let you know....

Unless your fiance doesnt want that

Oh. You forget about your fiance and you hated yourself for forgetting.

But...

But what if you could call?

You quickly text Toru, thrill coursing through your veins.

Hold on for a couple minutes

You get out of bed, rush to your closet and find shoes and a coat. You quickly slip them on and slowly open your bedroom door and walk out. You crouched down a little as you passed by your fiance’s office.

They were sitting on the desk, laughing and smiling and your heart ached just a little.

Just a bit.

But you should be happy they were distracted, so you could go and talk to Toru finally.

You’re outside of the house, the cool air enveloping you as you walk quickly down the streets. Getting a taxi was too suspicious to try and sneak over to Toru’s hotel so you had to walk.

Before you left, you texted your fiance saying that you were just out going for a midnight walk around the park area near your house. They didn’t respond.

Then you checked on Toru’s social media to check if he was near or around somewhere in the city.

Turns out he’s going to a hotel that’s a 5 minute drive, 15 minute walk away from you. 15 minutes and you can see Toru.

15 minutes and you can tell Toru everything. Confess everything that was building up in your heart that was dying to spill out for him.

The thought makes you run a little, zipping between the people on the streets.

You’re at the hotel now, pushing open the doors with new founded ease, eyes immediately searching for the tall man anywhere near the lobby.

Immediately, big hands cover your eyes and kiss the top of your head.

You spin around and see him. Smiling Toru.

You feel breathless once you saw him.

“Was this your surprise for me?” he asked increduosly.

You nod. You don’t trust yourself to speak anything, afraid you might say something that really wasn’t fitting for the setting.

“It’s been so long, [Name]! And god you’re such a daredevil, can’t believe you snuck out of the house from your fucking fiance,” he says, bitterly.

His face is turned into a scowl at the mention of them and you’re taken aback. He’s never reacted to them that way before, he usually remained neutral, passive.

You quickly grabbed Toru’s hand and you swear you hear his breath take a sharp inhale, “Can we go to your room? I want to talk.”

His face turns red and you can’t help but feel shameful at your request.

He gulps and nods, “Yeah just uh.. follow me.”

You take his hand as he leads you to the elevator and into his room.

Toru gestures for you to sit down as he grabs you some water.

“So what do you want to talk about? I mean I’m glad that we’re able to talk since it’s been a while but what’s so urgent?” he says lightly settling down beside you on the bed, handing you a cup of water.

“I’ve never liked [Fiance aka random person name],” you blurt out.

Toru looks surprised, “What do you mean-”

“No. I don’t mean it like that. I do like them. I just think I fell out of love with them,” you say slowly, trying to explain to Toru.

He urges you to go on.

“They’ve been um... neglecting me. Telling me my efforts for the wedding’s been um...”

“A burden?” Toru says softly and you nod.

“They’ve been uh seeing other people too, mostly this one person in the disguise of business work,” you say and Toru fumes.

Instead of bursting with anger like he wants to, he calmly asks you,

“How long has this been going on?”

You look away, “A year and a couple months now.”

Toru does the math. That was around the same time you accepted the proposal.

Toru rambles on, “I’m so so sorry [Name], this must be incredibly hard for you. But I’m glad you told me. If there is anything, anything, you want me to do to help I will do it, I promise-”

“I love you.”

You turn to him and look him dead straight in the eye. Toru’s pupils are large and his breath is caught in his throat.

“Who?” he says hoarsely.

“You. Toru, I love you,” you say again, your voice shaky with emotions.

“I loved you since we were 15, when we were 18. I’ve loved you through the dumb texts that you sent and the ones you didn’t, to the days at the beach and the sobs and anger when we fought,” you say, voice breaking as you bring yourself closer to him.

“I love you Toru, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” you say and you’re crying now, burying your face into your hands.

Toru wraps his arms around you and your noses are touching.

Breaths synchronizing.

Hearts beating, badum, badum, badum.

“Would you stay with me even if I’m away from you with my volleyball games-” he asks and you cut him off.

“Yes, Toru you didn’t listen to me. I would spend the rest of my life with you. I would I really would.”

Toru’s crying too, tears staining his face. Instead of saying something back he presses his lips against yours and cups your face.

You kiss him back urgently, fingers twisting into his hair as you pulls you closer to his body with his hands.

It felt like fireworks, like the end of a movie when the characters finally found the solution to the problem and everyone was happy.

Toru pulls away and he shakily laughs, “I love you, I love you so much.”

You laugh and hug him close, yelping when Toru turns around and pins you on the bed.

You swat him away playfully as he peppers kisses all over your neck and face.

Toru stares down at you with intensity, that makes you grow hot under his gaze.

“Stay with me tonight.”

You nod and wrap your arms around him, foreheads pressed together.

He’s said those words before, when you were younger but now you know what it really meant.

[Name] and Oikawa missing?! Did they run away together? What could have happened?

Toru woke you up the next morning with a hug and a smile. You show him the tabloids and he starts laughing.

“Pffft, I mean they’re not wrong...” he says with a smirk.

Stay with me forever.

On the covers of the morning newspaper next morning, is a picture of you and Oikawa when you were younger with the headlines.

Toru rolls over and lays on your stomach, “I’m coming with you when you tell them that.”

You smile, “And then what?’

You raise your eyebrow, “Hold on bud, I still gotta end things with the other person.”

“Then we go back to Brazil and elope,” he says jokingly, but you think he’s being half true.

You smile, “After we sleep again.”

He lays his head down on your chest and nuzzles it, “Yes. I like this plan.”

You don’t say it out loud, but yes you really do.

A Note from Chef TIna : Wow I really wrote this shit down. I was gonna make it angsty but i made it a happy ending so be grateful bitches. anywayz... like and reblog loves

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fandom-blackhole · 4 years

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Darling, it's not me who is trying to kill you! It's just that the buckets are too skkskskhsslsk 🥵

Paz and you playing hide and seek in the forest?

He'd go 100% soldier on a mission mode and find you in no time,

''Looks like I found my precious target'' ,

You being all smol and scaweed 🥺😫,

Then he goes apeshit, wrestling you so hard against the tree that it'd leave marks on your back,

If you were camping in the mountains, he'd pack the tiniest tent and sleeping bag possible to stay as close as it'd be possible,

Paz thinks when you are with him there is no personal space,

Omg, you on top of him, being pounded mercilessly as he'd trap you so hard with his hands around your back,

He'd also press his palm against THE BULGE and nut instantly after he felt your pussy gripping his dick,

Okay, let's stop because, dear god we 'bout to bust, aren't we?

One day you decided to surprise Paz at his work,

You sneaked to the kitchen by the back entrance and hugged him from behind,

He'd slowly turn to face you big smile plastered on his face,

Until he saw what you were wearing,

You put on this baby blue flowy dress,

''Sweetheart, you are looking like a snacc''

My lovely little cupcake, might as well eat you here and now''

He just lifted you with one hand like you weighted nothing and sat you on a counter,

He quickly got rid of your panties (he totally stole them from you because he loves your taste and smell) and was eating you out like a starved man,

Even tho he was cooking all the time, he'd always be hungry for you,

You trying to cover your mouth with your hands so his employees and dinners wouldn't hear you,

But he was fast ro grab your hands and just chuckle saying

''Sweetness, I am the ownere here, right? So let me hear these pretty noises of yours, let people know how good I make you feel''

DID I SAY WE NEED TO CHILL OUT? GUESS I CAN'T STOP MYSELF SORRY

Din would text you through the day and it's a mix between:

''Good morning, my sweet girl, Did you sleep well?'', ''Baby, remember to eat your breakfast'', ''Have you drink enough water today?'',

''Daddy, can't wait to get back home to you'', ''Babygirl, my dick is painfully hard right know, been thinkin' too much about your pretty, little pussy'',

Din is a SHY 😊 and sweet mean, he loves being silly with his class, but the daddy thing makes him wild,

Din you better wash out your mouth with a soap lol,

When you visited him and Grogu to catch up with them, he couldn't keep his cool,

Seeing you playing with Grogu and being so motherly towards the kid sparked something in Din,

When Grogu settled for his afternoon nap, Din would grab you and pin you against the wall, one hand resting on your chest the other tucking hair behind your ear, growling in this rich chocolate timber:

''Sweet girl, you have no idea what you do to daddy'',

But when you innocently sit in his lap in public, he gets all shy and blushy, hesitantly resting his hands on your thighs,

Umm dirty secret? He once stole your white bra and used it to relieve himself when you were away 🤭,

Don't wear low-cut clothing around him or he'd end up crashing into something or landing on his ass,

9/10 times you'd catch him trying to sneak a glance at your tiddies and being all embarrassed when caught,

Giving him a tiddy job but being also able to succ his tip too because he is so well-endowed, Din.exe has stopped working, nutted to death,

If there were more buckedheads I don't know if we could keep on writing these,

Boba lives off his authority and power,

You wanting to keep your relationship professional impressed him a lot,

You weren't another young, stupid girl chasing after his money,

There was going to be another charity event, he send you a beautiful Tiffany choker to pair up with your outfit,

He almost came in his suit pants, when he noticed you giving a speech at the event, wearing his present,

After you were done speaking, he came up to you and the group of other attendees you were talking with,

'' Miss, your speech was really touching and thoughtful '' you instantly feelt so proud, being praised for your hard work in front of all of these people, cheerfully smiling at him,

Before you had time to respond, he got closer to you, smirk crawling up on his face and whispered:

'' Also, this necklace suits you so nicely, princess''

You just got flustered and said to him:

'' Thank you, sir'' while bitting your lower lip,

Well next thing you knew, you were being kidnapped to the parking lot, Boba literally throwing you onto backsit of his car,

Thank God you decided to wear garters and stocking that night

I have nothing more left to say. - 🐣

This AU is just getting better and better, you are such a genius...

Hid and seek with Paz 3729201/10, best fucking idea

Paz just goes absolutely ape shit watching his cock buldge out your belly

Paz stealing your panties whenever he can 😭😭😭

Paz does not understand personal space when it comes to you

He HAS to be touching you in some way when you are around

Holding your hand, hand around you waist, arm around your shoulder, slipping his hand into the back pocket of your jeans

When he first sat next to you in your booth at his restaurant and your thighs touched, his heart soared when you didn't pull away from him

Paz and yours first date, was really like your 12th, but Paz took you to a strawberry farm

Held the baskets as you picked the fruit, constantly telling you that you picked the best berries

After he bought a bottle of strawberry wine, which the two of you shared over a small dinner that he made

Then the next thing you knew you both were on your couch, you on his lap, having a very heated make out session

Which lead to Paz picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom, where the two of you had a very passionate and intense wrestling session

Now, Din, my sweet himbo

He gets soooo flustered with PDA

You once kissed his cheek in front of some people, and you could almost see his brain short circuiting

Din constantly checking on you throughout the day 🥺🥺🥺

He always calls on his lunch break, just to talk with you and see how your day is going and talk about his class

One day when you came to check on Grogu at school, the rest of the kids convinced you to read to them during playtime

Din had to sit behind his desk for a while because just seeing you like that made him so hard

That night he wrestled with you until he passed out

Din once asked if he could keep his cock inside of you all night long

You woke up aching and leaking from how many times the two of had cum during the night

Din had moaned when he woke up and just spulled you under him for an early morning wrestling match

Now for Boba....

Boba always makes sure that you have some kind of present waiting for you in the mornings

Flowers, clothes, jewelry, a five star breakfast, himself

Boba totally gets you the prettiest tiara for his princess

Everything you own soon becomes namebrand, because only the best for his little

The first time Boba seen you wearing one of his gifts he had dragged you into the closest empty room, and left you marked and jelly legged

Boba totally gets you a custom gun for you to carry around for safety

Its inscribed with little one

Boba likes to always have your neck covered in hickies so that people know who you belong too

Boba took you to an art show once and every painting you showed interest in he bought for you

Don't mention liking any famous painters because he will get his hands on an original piece for you

Sorry its not much but these boys are driving me up the wall....

(SEND ME THOTS!!!!)

#🐣 anon #modern au #din djarin x reader #din x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader

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80s-roger · 4 years

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Flirty & Insistent

Pairing: 70s!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

note: female reader's ethnicity will not affect the person who reads it. She's just greek and she already has a name but the POV will be in second person.

also, i won’t post smuts/series as often as i did until next month, due to uni’s exams period. but i’ll reblog and stuff, u kno. I’ll work in the meanwhile your requests xx love you all

ps i worked hard on this one, i hope you like it as much as i did. feedback will be massively appreciated.

requested by anonymous:

"Plss write something smutty about roger being a massive flirt and being soo cheeky the reader(after trying acting indifferent and unimpressed) eventually gives in to the temptation of letting him have his way with her?? 💕💕 "

masterlist // dialogue prompts

summary: you left your country a decade ago to study in the UK and after graduating you established in Mallorca, Spain to work as a mixologist. That summer night, you're working for a party arranged by Queen's management to celebrate their "A Day At The Races" era success. The blonde drummer notices you fixing drinks with confidence and doesn't lose the chance to flirt with you. He's just trying too hard because you play it uninterested until he has his way with you.

word count: 3,933

warnings: surface sex, slow burn (becauase they were talking a lot before, idk if it really is a slow burn tho)

A huge party was taking place in Mallorca, with the famous rock band Queen being the main guests of the event. You were one of the bartenders so all you had to do that night was fixing drinks for every person until they'd be shitfaced. The preparations were ready: the event was hosted at the beachside, opposite the calm waves and the golden sand. The sunset was magical to stare at, ready to welcome the bright moon. You had a moment to appreciate it before guests would come at any moment. It was the only thing that reminded you of your ex without feeling angsty about it; you gotta admit you didn't break up with good terms. It was toxic, yet heartbreaking. You loved that man but he left after cheating on you. It's been half a year and you needed to give yourself a break from dating and making out regardless of how social your job is and how much flirt you've received.

The guests arrived, minute by minute they'd get from fifty to hundred. Many people were coming to your counter to order drinks and cocktails. Beautiful women and attractive men would try to flirt with you but turned them down politely saying while you're working you can't do otherwise so they respected it. All these people were actually invited by Queen, their management and the entire record company. They were all celebrating Queen's "A Day At The Races" success and certainly the band which were yet to be seen until midnight.

You were working your ass for a couple of hours now until the band showed up. You could tell by the huge welcoming. The applause, the cheers and definitely women cajoling over them. Here they were standing in the centre of attention, thanking everyone for supporting them and buying their records. Their music was playing at the stereo and you couldn't prevent yourself from jamming to their songs.

When their speech was over, everyone was free to do what they wanted so your bar counter was full again with people chatting and drinking. You saw the entire fucking band coming to your place, obviously for an order. You tried to stay calm because hands-off, you liked their music and fangirled a lot when you saw them live last year in London with your boyfriend.

"Hello beautiful, can I have some Moet & Chandon, please? I really need to celebrate!" Freddie spoke first, carrying a wide smile on his face.

"Sure." You kindly accepted his offer.

"I'd like the same with Freddie." Brian interrupted when you moved behind to grab the expensive bottle and open it.

"So do I." John added and you nodded to grab three glasses, for now.

"And you?" You turned your gaze to the blonde handsome drummer who was already checking you out, focusing especially on your face.

"What do you suggest?" He asked with his eyes being totally flirty.

"Ah, darling, just give us the bottle. Roger is kind of undecided when it comes to drinks." Freddie felt the weird vibe growing between Roger and you. John and Brian giggled, looking whether at Roger or you.

"Eh, our waiter will do it for you. Just sit at your table and he'll take care of you." You kindly warned and he laughed.

"Oh, alright then love. We'll wait for our bottle." He laughed and left with his bandmates, leaving Roger and you alone.

"So? What do you suggest?" Roger turned his gaze back at your eyes.

"What do you feel like drinking? Something sweet, strong, alcohol-free?" You asked trying to help him but he was certainly not trying to find what to drink. He was clearly trying to flirt with you.

"Something to keep me up all night, I guess. But don't make me feel dizzy." He put on a crooked smile and hell, he was attractive as fuck. He knew how to play.

"Right, how does a mojito sound?" You recommended.

"Sounds nice and local." He smiled and you turned around to grab the ingredients. "Are you local? 'Cause your accent doesn't sound British to me." He asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Eh no, I am from the Mediterranean area though." You laughed after turning again to him.

"Italian?" He guessed.

"Greek." You answered.

"Oh, I've been to Greece twice." He started.

"Really? When?" You turned your gaze surprised. You had no idea he has come to Greece for holidays.

"Two years ago I was with my ex-girlfriend, in Santorini. The sunset there is amazing. And the next year I went with John and Brian to Crete. We needed a dose of some Mycenaean civilisation. Thankfully we weren't noticed by fans or anyone else. We were clearly there for tourism." He explained. You were impressed he's seen your country, visited two of the many islands your country has.

"Well, we had some political issues when you guys came to Greece. We were recovering from the junta and had some important historical issues by the end of 1974 so I doubt they'd run behind you, no offence." You laughed while fixing his drink.

"Oh, that's bad. But I understand. How come you're here in Mallorca being a bartender?" He asked and leaned closer to you. There was a nice conversation going on.

"Before junta ruled my country, I was sent to England to study because my parents thought I would be privileged. Now you see me in Mallorca because I work here and besides, I wanted to live somewhere that reminds me of Greece. Studying abroad has the privilege of learning a new culture, a new way of life and so on. Which is so wrong for the locals back home." You explained and cut a slice of lemon before having it ready for him.

"Wait, by saying it's wrong, you mean that..." his brain stopped working for a second trying to understand what you meant.

"Patriarchy is the keyword. They want women to get married at 18 and start a family. But obviously, women have to stay home." You were triggered at your words and internally thanked your parents for giving you the chance to go abroad.

"Cheers to your parents then. I wouldn't get the chance to meet you tonight." He was impressed by your short storytime. "How do I say bottoms up in Greek?" He laughed after you placed him his drink.

"It's pronounced áspro páto." You smiled after saying a Greek word. It must have been a year since you last spoke Greek. You haven't visited Greece for a long time. You found yourself in Mallorca. It's spiritually free and not restricting.

"So, I haven't asked you yet. What's your name?" Roger asked after drinking. He made an oddly satisfying grimace which meant he liked your drink.

"Oh, it's Ellen." You answered. His gaze was literally focused on you the entire time. He wouldn't give up this easy.

"So Ellen, make yourself a drink. It's a treat for you." He offered and you kindly accepted. It's not bad, you've been offered many times. Besides, you needed a drink to stay energised.

"Thank you, Mr Taylor." You thanked him and then his smile vanished.

"If you want us to be in good terms, it's gonna be Roger." His hand was warning you.

"Thank you, Roger." You slightly smiled. "It's just that..." you stopped and checked around if your boss is nearby. "We are obliged to speak to our guests in plural." You whispered and he nodded. Possibly understood the situation.

"So what are you doing later?" He asked after swallowing a sip of his mojito.

"We're cleaning the mess and we're heading homes." You said after drinking a shot. A treated drink.

"I'm not talking about your colleagues. I'm talking about you." He was straightforward. He was so into you, it was obvious.

"Oh well, I'll clean up the mess and I'm heading home." You changed the point of view trying to cut off his flirty attitude.

"When's that time? Dawn?" He guessed.

"Probably at the morning. It's a Queen party, I doubt people will leave before the sun rises." You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

"So..." he started. "Have you been listening to our music?" He asked.

"Yes, since your first album. It was brilliant for a newly formed band." You said with a huge smile on your face and he appreciated it. He appreciated that you didn't fangirl in front of him, having that humble and uninterested attitude. He liked feeling like a predator trying to catch his bait.

"What's your favourite song of A Day At The Races?" He asked. He likes talking to people about his music.

"Definitely Somebody To Love." You affirmed, feeling passionate about your answer, that it seemed you could relate your existence to this song.

"Oh, it's a band's fave too. Well, you relate to this song, don't you?" He asked and his body was closer to yours. The counter was the only thing beside you.

"I guess I do." You looked down for a moment, thinking of your ex but his hand touched your jaw trying to lift you up. Your eyes were looking into his and this is how you noticed how blue they eventually are. An ocean.

"Is it about a guy? I'm sure he doesn't deserve you." He tried to cheer you up with his soft smile.

"It's not that. It's..." you sighed. "Well, this is getting too personal." You pulled back trying to stop the situation. But he wouldn't abandon his try.

"Do you have any specific lyric of the song you relate the most?" He asked.

"Yes, there is that one: I've spent all my years in believing you but I just can't get no relief, Lord." You kind of explained the situation within a couple of lyrics. "He cheated on me. He had the audacity of saying it to my face and left without looking back or apologising." You nearly tore but tried to keep it for yourself. This is getting too personal and you're opening your heart to a stranger that you feel comfortable with. Maybe because you've been listening to him and his bandmates for years and you've seen him live too.

"You know..." he looked down for a second trying to find the words. "At least he was honest. He could keep you for his entertainment if things didn't work with the girl he possibly slept with." He tried to wake you, but he was right.

"I don't even know how long he was cheating on me. However, I did notice a weird behaviour in the last couple of months we were together." You answered.

"Be happy that you're not with him anymore. He took your love for granted. This is not how it works." He said with his eyes still focused on yours.

"You know, we once saw you live. Last year." You tried to avoid talking about your ex the entire time.

"Oh! That's great! Did I look nice?" He joked and he gained a laugh from you. That made him feel nice.

"Definitely, you always look nice." You took a moment to check him out. And hell, he looks and smells so nice.

"I'm flattered." He smiled and you pulled back again to do your job. You could see your boss staring at you. That wasn't good.

"You better get going, my boss is supervising us." You said and he got the hint. You were as cold as you could be.

"Sure, will I see you later?" He asked and stood up from his chair, ready to leave.

"No. I'll be too tired by then." You answered and he was saddened by your reply. He thought he had you. His flirting wasn't sufficient. Which means he had to try again.

He left and walked to his bandmates, they were there talking about their success until Roger joined their conversation but it changed as soon as he sat on the sofa next to Brian.

"So, how did it go Rog?" Freddie asked and they were all ready to hear.

"She seems so uninterested and hard to get, I have to try again." He took out one of his cigarettes, ready to smoke and think.

"Ah, your type of girls Roger." Brian laughed. "You like feeling a hunter don't you?" He added.

"Of course I do. But she recently broke up and I reckon she's still into him. How do women's brains work anyway?" He asked, frustrated.

"Oh darling, I don't see her as stuck with her ex as you think she is. She's been avoiding your flirting because she works here." Freddie had a point and John nodded.

"Just wait for her shift to end and make a move. She noticed you were flirting with her." John suggested and they all agreed to it.

"It's gonna take hours. She said it's possible for the party to end after dawn. She also has to clean up with her colleagues." Roger explained and turned his gaze back to you. But you were already looking at him and when you noticed, you turned back to your counter.

"Fine, then do it now," Freddie advised and Roger looked at you considered. "Wait where's she going?" Freddie asked after noticing your figure leaving your position.

"James, would you mind taking my place for a moment? I really need to use the bathroom." You called for your colleague who politely came to your counter.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll be here as long as you need." He smiled and you left for the bathroom to take a very needed pee.

"Shall I go after her?" Roger asked.

"Fucking go!" Freddie pushed Roger to run after you no matter how awkward it would be.

You walked in the staff-only bathroom, rushing to the toilet. After drinking a few shots, you needed to pee like a champion. When you pushed the flusher you unlocked your door and the very first thing you saw, was Roger standing at the wall.

"What the hell are you doing here, get out!" You were shocked by his presence and he wouldn't move.

"This is the only chance I have with you right now. Your boss can't see us." He came closer to you.

"No, but he'll get suspicious!" You tried to pull back until you reached the counter. Now you were sandwiched between Roger and the counter. There was no space between you. His face was coming closer to yours.

"I locked the door in any case." His nose tickled yours and his hands placed you on top of the counter, sitting now and having his bulge, against your area. That feeling is the shit.

"I work here, I can't..." you tried to refuse but the feeling of getting fucked couldn't stop you.

"I can't be in this toilet too, but here I am." His lips touched yours with passion and lust. His arms wrapped your waist and lowered down to your arse, squeezing it gently and your hands moved to his neck and his cheeks, trying to hug most of it. You haven't gotten kissed nor fucked for a long time.

Living on the west side of Europe had given you many opportunities. The situation you're currently now couldn't even be referred to Greek religious people as a joke. They'd freak out and tell you crap like you ashamed your honour, your family and your future husband. Your parents were too open-minded to let you live in West Europe and live your life as you wanted to. You had sex with your boyfriend at nineteen, with no need to be your first wedding night, you wear shorts on summers because you feel like it and now you're having a one night stand with a rockstar of a band you like and it's never gonna be the same anymore. You played it hard-to-get because you felt it was wrong. But it wasn't. It's just one more experience to add to your diary.

"Are you sure you want to do this, here?" He stopped the kiss for a second, to ask for your approval.

"Yes, but let it be fast, or I'll be in trouble." You checked at the door. "Are you certain the door's locked?" You asked.

"Yes, I am. It's just that..." he stopped.

"What?" You were scared he regretted it and he'd leave you like the mess you already are.

"I want to get more of you, but in this counter, I don't have the chance. I'll cope with it." He unbuttoned your suit while your hands tried to unzip his jeans.

"If you stay a little longer in Mallorca, you can get more of me." You winked and he smiled, thinking he has more chances with you.

"Works for me." He whispered and turned to your lips again for a passionate kiss.

He helped you with taking your suit off, now staying on your bra when your hands put his jeans down. "Mind taking your bra off?" He asked while his mouth travelled your neck, giving it soft kisses.

"I'd rather wear it..." you refused taking it off after gaining a lot of insecurities because of your ex-boyfriend. You remember him saying how small your breasts are and with that, no other man can see it. Your A-cups haven't be seen by any other man. Not even by your ex after the second time, you had sex with him.

"As you wish..." he didn't insist and pulled your skirt up, on your waist, with his bulge rubbing against your core and turning you instantly wet. "How long has it been?" He asked after noticing the humidity between your legs with his hand.

"Must be eight months. I'm out of practice." You sighed.

"Don't feel bad about it, I'll do the work. You're already wet for me. I like it." He bit his lower lip and turned to your lips again, for a deep kiss. "God, you are fat-bottomed aren't you?" He smiled between the kiss after squeezing your thighs and your small waist. "I'm starting to have a thing for greek girls." He complimented your body type and that boosted your low confidence level. With a simple move, he placed you against the mirror, taking your thong off your left leg to have clear access inside your wet area. His hand pulled his erected penis out of his black underwear, ready to thrust inside you.

"You better start before I cum untouched." You exhaled and balanced yourself at the counter.

He smirked and trusted inside you, feeling him completely weird inside you, maybe because you haven't had sex for more than half a year. The sensation was amazing and penetration was always the thing that released you from thoughts. His hands squeezed your thighs and each thrust was a try to pull you closer to his pelvis. You couldn't stop breathing heavily. You had to be quiet and so did he. It was a staff-only bathroom and the key was turned horizontally so no-one could break in with a spare key.

"Oh god, this is amazing..." you moaned at every pleasuring wave while your hands played with his blonde hair.

"Fuck, yes, you're so tight and wet for me." He tightened his teeth as he exhaled into your ear.

His thrusts were giving you the orgasm you haven't had for a long time. It was the tension between you, that made it more passionate but fast enough to make you come earlier than you thought. Soft whimperings coming from your mouth sent him the message that you were close enough and so was he. You could tell by his sharp thrusts, getting smoother and sudden. His gaze was focused on your eyes. Your sight was getting blurry and your legs began to shake; it happens when you reach your orgasm and it feels terrific.

"Ah, God..." you moaned and tilted your head behind, where the mirror is. "That was so refreshing." You gasped after wearing your thong again.

"Ain't gonna lie, but this WC shag was the best I had." He laughed and wore his underwear and jeans again.

"I can't make comparisons to it, I've only had two boyfriends in my life and this is my first time fucking a stranger at my workplace's restroom." You buttoned your suit and stood up from the counter to fix yourself.

"Stranger?" He asked confused.

"Stranger, Roger. I mean, I do know you're a rockstar, a member of my favourite band and I've seen you live once but it won't change the fact you're a stranger. I know you as a persona, not as a person. You get it?" You tried to explain how it feels.

"Oh, I see." He nodded. "Will I see you again? I want to know you as a person if you want that too." He suggested.

"Sure." You kissed his cheek gently, letting him take the lead. You wanted him to make the move. "I'll just walk out from the WC first and make sure no one sees you when you get out." You said and walked through the door until someone tried to get in. A knock on the door was heard.

"Ellen, are you still in there?" It was James.

"Yes, I'm coming." You internally panicked and hinted at Roger to hide in the toilet. "Hey James, is everything alright?" You asked after opening the door.

"Yes, I wanted to check on you. You were absent for a quarter. Are you okay? You look like a mess." James liked you for a long period of time but he wasn't your type. He's way too cute for your standards.

"Yeah, I'm fine... I just felt a little dizzy and wanted to wash my face with cold water. I needed it." You lied after checking your face in the mirror. You were red as a tomato.

"Oh, fine then. You should get back to your post. The boss has been looking for you." He pointed outside and you felt really bad about it. Your boss suspects you since the moment you started chatting with the blonde man hiding in the toilet.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute." You closed the door to his face and rushed to the toilet where Roger was hiding.

"You're a cute little liar, aren't you?" He teased and gave you a little slap on your butt cheek.

"I won't be anymore if my boss finds out." You rushed, trying to leave the toilet.

"How will I reach you?" He asked trying to learn your phone number.

"Just come at my post and I'll hand you a drink." You declared and left the room, heading fastly at your post. You stared at the Queen members, looking at you all smiles and winks. They probably knew what happened a quarter ago.

You fixed another drink for Roger, trying to look calm and relaxed. But you weren't. You were tense and it could be seen. Two minutes later, Roger came to your counter again with a crooked smile on his face, waiting for the drink. He was looking whether at his bandmates or you. There was absolute silence.

"Here's your drink." You smiled and handed his drink with a small paper around the glass. He carefully grabbed the paper so it couldn't be seen and walked away, heading to the balcony.

He grabbed the paper, unfolded it and there was your phone number and a note in it: "thanks for giving me a good time Rog"

He smirked at your note and placed it in his pocket, anticipating the moment he'd call you.

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Junior & Nancy

Gay nerds

Junior: Nance, how on earth are you tackling this art project? To say I'm discombobulated is an understatement that isn't getting me an A any time soon! Nancy: 😕 sums it up in a way. Obviously I can fall back on the twin thing but is that too safe? 😩 But we couldn't be more different Junior: 😖 Like, I love how vague and open to our own interpretation it is...but also I fucking hate how vague and open to our own interpretation it is! 😢😂 No one would blame you; least of all me, 'cos I was tempted- being the sore thumb I am when counting our ten- and I've not even got the twin angle everyone is so about in all areas of art tbh Junior: If nothing else, Buster is a willing participant in a photo op always? Junior: Ooh, you could get something matchy match from your childhood photos (I know they exist) and splice it with portraits of you now...Think that elevates it Nancy: You've put your finger on it. Nancy: But I don't think you're so right about the lack of blame 🤔 even with the boy/girl straight/gay redhead/brunette angle it still feels ??? Nancy: Basic 😒 Junior: I get you Junior: Meant to become the next Magritte in just 4 weeks, like !!! Junior: Well, I've heard at least 4 girls from class saying they're going to do a heavily made-up portrait next to a #nofilter #naturalbeauty one so Junior: We'll do better than that by default but I'd like to come up with something vaguely original still Junior: Miss' sanity relies on us lowkey, no pressure 😷😜 Nancy: I had that passing thought let it go though 😜 Nancy: You could text her Nancy: 😕 yes pressure Nancy: What to do? Junior: I like to keep it in professional hours Junior: for her sake, she gets a bit amorous when she's had a glass o vino after work Nancy: 😮 she does? Nancy: can I bribe my way to top of the class by raiding the cellar Junior: That was my second suggestion 😏 Junior: Take one for the team please 🙏 Nancy: but she's straight STRAIGHT Nancy: couldn't be enough Nancy: back to the mindmap Junior: Damn straights 😒 Junior: if all else fails, we can put this grade next to our last Junior: break the fourth wall, v meta Nancy: our school gets the one bohemian who is Nancy: put her next to the sterotypical art teacher Junior: did you mean my mother? 🤔 Junior: her, the engineer, hilarious 😂 Junior: Mum'd be up for it, you may borrow her Nancy: I might yet Nancy: when's this due again? Junior: we've still got 3 weeks, don't worry Junior: just trying to get it over and done with here Nancy: I should Nancy: The Tempest essay is due soon Junior: Don't remind me, even the gayness can't make it enjoyable, like many a teen show 🤷 Junior: Could combine? Somehow? Umm Junior: The supernatural characters and the humans...why yes, I am clutching at straws Junior: This term is killing me Nancy: If I'd get away with handing in some shots instead of an essay I would Nancy: not happening Nancy: 😩 Nancy: What ideas have you had? For the juxtaposition...forget the tempest Nancy: burn that Junior: If only, 1000 words=1 photograph, no contest really Junior: again, if only Will had 💀 Junior: The idea I can't get out of my head, even though it has been done to death so is BEYOND basic, is mashing up a classical art piece with something modern and pop culture...to say something about me (eww!) Junior: Tbf, they usually use Renaissance or very very famous art pieces so I could win points by using some relevant surrealism/ going beyond calling Mona Lisa #flawless Junior: Its all I've got Nancy: I think it's good Nancy: Let's both run with overused concepts and make them not basic in our way Nancy: act like we planned it Nancy: nobody has to know we had no other ideas Junior: Absolutely 😎 Junior: Total confidence is key, comes so natural to the both of us, like Junior: I think worrying about being 'original' is the true hack thing to do here anyway 💅 Nancy joined the chat 13 hours ago Nancy: 😖 yes Nancy: stealing that all Nancy: now if you could keep it going and give me some thoughts on shakespeare to plagiarize 😜 Junior: If I could, I would but even SparkNotes isn't helping me Junior: shall we peruse the best film/stage adaptations? maybe tomorrow night if you're free Nancy: I've seen the 2010 version a few times for obvious reasons Nancy: but yeah the others not so much Nancy: we need to do something that isn't me asking my mum for help Junior: Oh, babe 😂 that's the real tragedy here, you doing that to yourself Junior: maybe I'll borrow her and she can do mine for me Junior: still down for a movie night obviously Nancy: 🙉 Nancy: Lead female character Nancy: Shakespeare should've Nancy: Please do take her Nancy: mum swap 😂 Junior: As much as Bill LOVED any excuse for a drag show darling... stick with the evil queens and witches 😘 Junior: Let's do this, full family swap! Let them drive you insane for a bit whilst I live the life 😬 Nancy: Switch that around both my parents are so type A Nancy: Plus you've got all the brothers and sisters to dodge behind Nancy: Buster takes more heat off than most but he's still just one boy Junior: well, mine would refuse to be bound to a type, just as annoying I promise Junior: Its true I can mostly fade into obscurity with all their shenanigans, yet it still somehow isn't the case, just 12 nosy people in your business instead of the usual 2, with a disinterested brother flexing off in the background Nancy: 🙈 Nancy: I'm not having kids Nancy: Don't care if the future wife is frantic Junior: It is an issue that divides all of us tbh Junior: I don't think I'd mind one, to put all my efforts into Junior: but unlikely Junior: unless I co-parent from the sidelines with your wife Nancy: weirder scenarios have come about Nancy: I'd prefer a kitten Junior: steal one when you come over Junior: Ma'd probably notice but really, do we need so many? Nancy: Gran's such a dog person can I get through the door Junior: True, true Junior: Always living on such extremes this fam Junior: I don't know 😏 Nancy: look at me and my brother ultimate homo and hetero Nancy: embarrassing Junior: 😂 Junior: I'd love to suggest he doth protest too much but lbr Nancy: dad's never been prouder 😂 no teen pregnancies for his little girl Nancy: shakespeare would write that Junior: Who are we putting our money on to go first Nancy: that's harder than it sounds Junior: Rio is obvious choice but I sometimes think Grace might go insane and come along and take the claim Junior: *Shudders* Nancy: change the subject I beg you Nancy: I'd rather hear about your attempts to avoid your secret admirer who's a girl and hopelessly 💘 Junior: well, I would rather pretend that was not a thing 😬 Junior: as your brother once eloquently put it, when he was very pissed, 'i could clean up and get untold amounts of pussy' Junior: and that's that on that Junior: considering getting a face transplant 'cos my off-putting demeanour is not doing enough 😒 what problems to have, eh? the privilege of it all! 😂 Nancy: maybe we should go under together Nancy: moral support and potential discount Nancy: if I get told I don't look gay one more time I'm returning my badge Junior: well, where is your crewcut and tank top, like? 🤔 Junior: out here confusing the masses like that, idk Nancy: 🙉 Nancy: Not an identical twin playing tricks either how dare I Junior: why can't you just get in your box and like it, god damn it Nance! Nancy: unrelated except about boxes but should I get some new kit for this project or am I just stalling Nancy: a memoir Junior: any excuse 😜 Junior: but yes, do it Junior: i'm using it as excuse to go 'round all the best art galleries in town again so Nancy: Can I tag along Nancy: they're so quiet it's everything Junior: Naturally Junior: We're art students, we've gotta act like it, I'll keep the pretentious commentary to a minimum if you keep the equally as pretentious 'grams down too 😘 Nancy: I'll try Nancy: The feed wants what it wants though Junior: Can't argue, just leave the real money outta the shot Junior: Gotta leave my fangirls wanting more, like 😂 Nancy: That I will promise Nancy: Not trying to be mobbed by straight girls Junior: You mean you resist the lesbian stereotype of LOVING that too?! Nancy: Somehow it's managed Junior: no mean feat, one of the few gays in the village Nancy: Don't clap it's too loud 😂 Junior: *Finger clicks like this a slam poetry night* Nancy: Thank you Nancy: [sends a selection of childhood pictures] how early years can I go before everyone's rolling their eyes Nancy: Thank you too mum for these. Why did you do this to us? 🙈 Junior: Awww what 👼 Junior: This is how I like to remember Buster, before it all went wrong... 😉 Nancy: 👶🥕 Nancy: The glory days Junior: Weren't they just? Junior: At least you didn't have an extra older sister to dress you up, that's worse...the photos I could bring out, good lord 🙄 Nancy: 😜 And I wasn't that sister. You've welcome Buster Nancy: 🍀 Junior: *Whispers* Can we agree he needs SOMEONE to give him a makeover tho Nancy: I volunteer you as tribute Nancy: I've tried Junior: Maybe next family gathering Junior: if he shows Nancy: Bide your time Nancy: birthday present failsafe idea Junior: the amount of birthday celebrations in this fam is unholy Junior: We have a better social life than I would ever wish for, ugh Nancy: don't make me think about it Nancy: I'm sharing and it's made no difference Junior: wouldn't want you to miss out on all that good good attention we all crave 😂 Nancy: 🙈 Junior: Speaking of attention, have you heard the latest gossip that has piqued our peers? Nancy: You tell me Nancy: I can't think of anything off the top of my head Junior: Mark Colm Junior: a massive gay? Junior: I can't make up my mind if they're just hysterical and he's just a bit camp Junior: or there's something in it Nancy: He's one of us Nancy: Definitely crushing on the headboy I've seen him looking Junior: Isn't everyone? Junior: Even the teachers, complete popularity contest got him that position Junior: Interesting, though... Nancy: Besides me in my minority of one Nancy: And Sian would never Junior: Sian Gaffney? She's never gay! Thought you didn't do straight girls, you're reaching there Nancy: 🙉 not her she's dating the oldest Keenan lad Jake? Blake? idk Nancy: She'd love to ride half our class anyway Junior: Ohh you mean Mrs Kelly, duh Junior: yeah she's one of the only decent teachers about, doesn't seem like she goes in for all that popularity politics Nancy: No she doesn't Junior: Seems like a good place to while away a lunchtime Nancy: don't tell everyone how fun it is there'll all wanna join me Nancy: not ready to say goodbye to my happy place Junior: I think your secret is safe from the masses, even if I suddenly got uncharacteristically chatty Junior: Even the ones that don't take the piss and are relatively decent human beings Junior: still rather go get a nandos or whatever it is they do Nancy: Yeah I'm an open book if anyone asks 😂 Nancy: I'll stick with the one stereotype I'm okay with embracing, my eager vegetarianism Nancy: No offence lads Junior: Its all kale and charitable acts with this one Junior: No ulterior motives at all 😏 Nancy: just a rich girl with more wealth than she can give away 😜 Nancy: nothing else to see here Junior: mhmm okay 👌 Junior: we'll pretend I don't know you better than that Nancy: Hey you don't know everything Junior: True Junior: are you in the mood for telling? Junior: 🤔 Nancy: Sometimes Nancy: Can't put it all in my art Junior: not if you don't want Miss to think you're trying to tell her something Junior: flattered but straight, like Nancy: She's not the one Nancy: She'll be flattered to hear Junior: Indeed Nancy: When there is someone it'd be nice to talk about it Nancy: Sometimes like I said Junior: Well, you know where I am Junior: When there is someone Nancy: But I wouldn't know where to start Nancy: I can't put words to it ?? Not the right ones Junior: That's not just you Junior: If I'm to understand all the songs and poetry professing they too have no words Junior: Can but try 🙂 Nancy: Helpful Nancy: What about you? Headboys to one side. Any crushes? Junior: No, no Junior: No point, is there Nancy: Doesn't mean there's a way to stop yourself Nancy: Wish I could just No at myself Junior: I don't know, I don't find it too hard Junior: but you're out so its different Junior: I wouldn't want to go out with anyone...even if Mark is a gay Junior: what would he want with me Nancy: You're a catch Nancy: Out or not he'd be punching above his weight to have you Junior: I don't think there's any point being with someone if you can't be open with it Junior: Being a dirty little secret isn't going to feel good for either party Nancy: For some people it feels worth it Nancy: Just to be with, or around them Junior: Perhaps Junior: Safe to say I don't feel that deeply for any lad here so yeah Junior: keeping on my shelf for now, like Nancy: There's a junxtaposition, us on our respective ledges Nancy: I can't remember what being happily single is like Nancy: Another lesbian stereotype for the list Junior: Don't, how depressing 😂 Junior: I am not about that angsty teen art life Junior: How do we get you a lady? Junior: Do we have to hit the clubs? Nancy: 🙈 Nancy: No no no Nancy: Give that up for a bad job and worse idea Nancy: I'm too picky Junior: You're speaking to me Junior: vowed a celibate here Junior: we can do this for you Nancy: We can't Nancy: Leave me in my rut Junior: Fine fine 😋 Nancy: I'll be in my dark room angsting 😂 Junior: Noted Junior: I'll drag you out for museums and Tempest film marathon tomorrow, yeah? Junior: 'Til then madame Nancy: Looking forward to it Nancy: Stay inspired 💚 Junior: Stay golden 💛

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