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mistydeyes · 11 months

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eyes for the stars

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summary: The 141 boys can't help but feel slightly jealous about your celebrity crush. They can't help but wonder why you're so obsessed with them.

pairing: 141 x civvie! Reader

warnings: swearing, spoilers for Euphoria!

a/n: a little self indulgent because i too have all of these crushes (love my problematic ladies, sydney and phoebe <;3)

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price: pedro pascal

The minute you laid eyes on him you were hooked. From episode 1 of The Last of Us, Pedro became your very apparent celebrity crush. Who doesn’t love a strong parental figure who will do anything for his unconventional child?

Ever the observer, Price noticed how your Instagram stories were filled with reposts of Pedro at award shows, magazine covers, and even behind-the-shoot pictures. He even noticed the growing collection in your shared home of Mandalorian memorabilia. He couldn't help but feel hurt that his partner posted a celebrity more than him.

As Gaz looked over his shoulder he commented, "Looks like a more handsome version of you, Sir." "Get back to work, Sergeant" Price commanded, before shoving his phone back in his pocket. He couldn't believe that this was getting to him.

“You have a type, love,” Price said as you sat watching another episode of Narcos. It was your turn to pick a show to binge and of course, you picked this one. Price secretly wished you spent his leave watching anything else. You were glued to the screen as you sat in your boyfriend’s arms. “I do not,” you argued, “you and he are so different.” You rolled your eyes and he let out a small chuckle.

“He’s an older man who is surprisingly resourceful and doesn’t let many people in until he’s given someone to protect with his life,” he began and you realized the similarities, “Plus, look at him. I might start shaving my beard and only having a mustache for you.”

As the realization hit you, you couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at his observations. You paused the episode and held his face gently. "I'd much rather have this mustached face here with me than him," you said and shared a loving kiss.

Price was later happy to say that your stories of the man were significantly less than before. Good thing he didn't see your phone wallpaper was of the very famous Pedro Pascal edit (yk the one).

soap: sydney sweeney

You both were unapologetic about your love for the problematic blonde on Euphoria. Although you couldn't condone her rumors about Glen Powell, you couldn't help but obsess over the gorgeous woman. A new Syd’s garage TikTok? Queue you running around your house to find your boyfriend. You both religiously watched her in episodes of The Handmaid’s Tale and White Lotus. Don’t even get me started on when she appeared on the red carpet, your texts were flooded with pictures and emojis.

There was always one rule between you and Soap: don't watch any Sydney Sweeney movies or shows without the other. He instituted that rule once the new Euphoria season was predicted to come out. As he left for another mission for the 141, he kissed you and said, "No Sydney without me, promise?" As you gave him your pinky, you wouldn't realize you would be breaking that rule later on that year.

To be fair, no one could have predicted that their mission would have taken until the end of November. Also, it was technically Soap's fault for not binging the show before he was deployed. However, since the call to duty was ever present, he didn't want to start a show without knowing he could finish it. You waited until August to finally start it. You had been dying since the season ended in February and had blocked all spoilers.

The minute the show started, you knew you couldn't stop. The plot line between Nate and Cassie was just TOO GOOD. Hours later, you had finished and were ashamed of yourself. You just had to know how the drama between Maddy and Cassie ended. Logging out of your account, you tried to hide all the evidence before your boyfriend inevitably came home.

It was December when Soap returned, excited to be home with you and even more excited to start Season 2 of Euphoria. As you made you both some popcorn, you heard an ear-piercing scream from the living room. You rushed over to see what happened but Soap stood there with a shocked face. "Bonnie, why does HBO say you finished all the episodes?" he accused and you knew you were done for. "I-" you started before he interrupted. "You betrayed me, worse than Graves," he said almost as if he was crying. As you looked at him sheepishly he said in a soft voice, "Please tell me that the rumors about Cassie and Nate aren't true."

gaz: henry cavill

Who could compete with Superman? Certainly not Gaz, in fact, he would get a little jealous when you mentioned your little crush. You loved Henry Cavill specifically the DC Comic version of him, not The Witcher. Gaz regretted ever letting Soap get you into the new films.

For the past year, your boyfriend would not hear the end of your pining for the dark-haired beauty. You were non-stop, always talking about his latest interviews and always having his films on repeat. Gaz even had to stop you from putting a framed picture of Henry on your fireplace mantle. You finally agreed that Henry belonged on screen, not in a frame along with your loved ones and your boyfriend.

Gaz miraculously was home for Halloween, a first! You had been invited to a party by your friends and decided on a Cat Woman costume. Oddly enough, when you asked Gaz what he was wearing, he said he already had it covered. This was his chance to show you who the real hero was. You tried to find out the best you could (even looking through his search history) but you could not find what it was.

"Babe, can you at least tell me you're on theme?" you asked over the phone, it was a few weeks before his return and you were anxious to know his secret costume. "Trust me, love, you'll be pleasantly surprised" he answered and you audibly groaned at his mysterious tone.

“Kyle, are you ready?” you called, dressed in your Cat Woman costume. You loved Lois Lane but something about the powerful energy Selena Kyle had plus her sexy attire made you pick this instead. As you adjusted your all-black outfit in the mirror, you heard your boyfriend descend the stairs. You turned around to see him dressed in Superman’s signature costume. The costume was of surprising quality, perfectly defining your boyfriend's physique and making his butt look great.

“I heard there’s someone who needs a superhero,” he triumphantly said as he struck a pose. You smiled widely and took many pictures. “You look amazing, babe! This is just like the movies,” you said excitedly as you kissed him on the cheek. “Bought it just for you” he winked, “Gotta let you know who the real hero is.” You laughed and punched his arm lightly. “Let’s go my Lois Lane,” he said and you grabbed his hand, getting ready to face the world with your hero.

ghost: phoebe bridgers

Now Ghost isn't like the rest of the 141 boys, he won't let his jealousy get the better of him. BUT COME ON, you were in love with Phoebe Bridgers, the haunting singer of Boygenius whose grey hair glistened in the moonlight. You owned every single record of hers and constantly pined over the TikTok videos of her on Taylor Swift's tour. You even bought you and Ghost her matching sweatpants with bones on the front and her name on the butt. He wouldn't admit it but he did love her style. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy whenever Kyoto came on the radio.

While on duty, Ghost could feel his phone ring. He answered immediately, knowing you only called for emergencies. He was greeted by you screaming. "BOYGENIUS IS COMING TO LONDON WE HAVE TO GO!!" you yelled excitedly. Ghost mentally slapped himself, he would have to remind you that this line was only for major injuries or death. "Love, Boygenius is not an emergency," he said sternly before you responded, "SIMON, PHOEBE FUCKING BRIDGERS WILL BE SHARING THE SAME AIR AS US," you yelled back. Ghost was glad no one was around because he would never hear the end of it. "Calm down, I'll see what I can do," he said before reiterating his love for you and hanging up.

When Ghost returned home, you were in a deep depression. You opened the door and looked sadder than he had ever seen you. "What's wrong?" he asked, closing the door behind him and taking you into his arms. You let out a few tears as you sat on the couch together. He noted you were all decked out in one of your many Phoebe hoodies and shorts. "I wasn't able to get tickets," you sniffled, "they sold out immediately." You knew it was stupid but your heart was crushed. You would never get to see her live.

"Well good thing I know a thing or two about computers," he said before pulling out his phone to show you a confirmation email. Your eyes widened when you saw he had secured VIP tickets to meet the band and watch from the pit. "Happy anniversary, my love," he said and you were speechless for a moment. "Simon, I think I could marry you," you whispered as you hugged him tightly. "Anything for you darling," he said and kissed you. As you excitedly confirmed all the details and peeked at the set list, Ghost felt the need to poke fun at you. "Do you love her because she has a thing for skeletons too?" That earned him a light slap to the chest.

The day of the concert, you could've fainted upon meeting the band. They were all so much cooler than you could have ever imagined. As you talked Julien's and Lucy's ears off, Phoebe walked up to Ghost. "Sick mask dude, gotta get me one of those," she said in her deep, chill voice. Moments later, Ghost almost had to subdue you as you tried to force the mask off his face to give it to her.

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parasolemn · 3 months

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Just found Empathy Jar in my drafts so I think that means I should get to post 100000 images from the last four months. I also put others on the jar but I only like the Empathy now because I only had 2 hours to paint it and the paint kept coming off broken heart emoji...

i love putting ency and empathy next to eachother. hashtag facts care about my feelings. sorry they literally only have passives adjacent to eachother that aren't even dependent on eachother to show up but I love having people ask me why I draw them like this so I can respond "facts care about my feelings :-)" (Also only real ones know. Does anyone know. Nobody here knows except the real ones (the people who enable me))

FUCKK WAIT THAT REMINDS ME MY

My badass stickers I printed but more importantly the suggestion authority dichotomy(??) I take suuuuper seriously guys. does anyone know if auth and sugg are two sides of the same coin kind of (says this like it's the most profound revelation ever that all mainstream DE fans should be focusing on). also still throwing encyclopedia at other skills mentally. I think if the skills had their own mini sub-skills Ency would have like negative 1274823647234 logic (OK not that bad but it'd be a little bad) (Once again only real ones know btw)

Pinkie promise I make normal DE art soon too btw ok? My volition skilltober image just a hundred billion months away. Nods

#disco elysium #disco elysium skills #parcark art tag #art dump #i think most of these except for that one doodle of emp you can see part of aut on are >2 months old #FUUUCKKK I need to draw empathy more... had so much fun doing that doodle #once again these designs for the skills do NOT belong to me #credits same as last post ehe

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nyoomfruits · 9 months

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fics that are essential landoscar lore to you 3 2 1 go

[shoves the enitre contents of the ao3 landoscar tag at you] there you go :)

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS. this is so hard why would you ask this of me aaahhhh but OKAY.

(below a read more because uuuuh. this accidentally got really long)

how much can you fit (under your skin) by cloudcollector | E | 4,5k

Oscar has biteable thighs. Lando has teeth.

this one is self explanatory and what prompted you to send me this ask i think. anyway i've said this before but even if you dont like thighs you will come out of this a thigh lover. also 10/10 dynamic like everything is so!!! about this fic. introduced reading oscar to the world which i think should be a staple in all landoscar fics actually

Negative splits by leafmealone | T | 10k

So officially, Oscar Piastri, pretty good steepler and pretty bad pacer, was now a professional runner. They wanted him to steeple, mostly, though he’d be doing cross country in the fall, and Lando had pinky promised him, mid-distance guy to mid-distance guy, that if he wanted to get into the 3k flat indoor then he would get him in. Oscar didn’t really want to ask how he planned on doing that. Felt safer not to ask.

very important landoscar lore to me personally which if you've been following me a while you probably know why. anyway 10/10 and a must read makes me feel very insane every time. also leaf did put the sports boys in another sport as well which is also mandatory reading in my personal opinion.

only found by eisenberg | T | 7k

“Hey, well. No strings attached, right?” Oscar says, strategically. Lando smiles and says, “hell yeah. And now that that’s established, what’s your stance on aliens? Also, do you still want your cake?” -- cinderella soulmates au where whatever you lose, your soulmate finds. except: oscar has a soulmate and lando is a No-Match, a person who doesn't have a soulmate.

what is a mandatory reading list without a soulmate au truly. AND LET ME TELL YOU. 10/10. dynamic is of the charts fantastic, beautifully captures the differences between lando and oscar but why they work anyway and gaaahhh. sometimes i just stare at the ceiling for three hours and think about this fic no biggie

what would you do (if I went to touch you now)? by laceyamethyst | E | 30k

“Okay, so they both like each other. We need to get them together.” “How? Lando’s too freaked out to think straight and Oscar is the human embodiment of the standing man emoji.” Charles purses his lips for a moment before he snatches his boyfriend’s phone up from the other side of the table. “What are you doing?” “Initiating Mission Landoscar.” “Did you just make that up?” Charles waves at him dismissively as he begins texting, and Max lays his head down on the coffee table and prays for strength. *** In which Max tries to prove to an oblivious Charles how glaringly obvious it is that Lando is head over heels in love with Oscar. When Charles finally gets with the program, Lestappen go on A Mission™ to get the two idiots to admit their feelings for each-other, but it’s easier said than done.

first of all this fic is perfect, show stopping, laugh out loud funny. SECOND OF ALL this fic is the best way to bully your lestappen friends into shipping landoscar because it actually has a super sweet established relationship lestappen side plot. also this whole fic is from max's pov which means you get a beautiful outsider pov look at the complete chaos that is lando and oscar pining for each other. delightfull really.

Your Plans (And Those Slow Hands) by xxcelientje | E | 4k

He could probably fit both of Oscar’s hands in one of his own, he could for sure use one hand to hold both of Oscar’s wrist and an idea entered his mind. He smiled at Oscar. ‘You like my hands?’ Oscar’s cheeks reddened even more as he nodded, his eyes still on their joined fingers. ‘They fascinate me,’ he admitted, biting his lip. OR: Lando and Oscar have some fun (and share some feelings) after the Belgium GP

just like the thigh fic will give you a thing for oscar's thighs this will give you a thing for lando's hands. gaahhh their dynamic in this is just so!!!!!!!!! the way theyre so HORNY for each other 10/10

carried away by venerat | E | 22k

“Oscar,” Lando said. “Don’t hate me, alright, but I've—”

did you really think i was going to do a mandatory reading list without a venerat fic???? lmao. anyway all of venerat's stuff is mandatory but this one is my personal fave i think. TOP TIER dynamic truly, and its FAKE DATING. what more can a person want really

change the weather by sharls | E | 5k

Lando knows what a thong is, of course he does—but the team needs content, the team needs clicks, and he just so happens to be well-versed in the art of going viral.

is a mandatory landoscar reading list really complete without a thong fic??? i think not. and this is so!!!!!!!!! everything about this just Makes Sense. if you told me this had actually happened i would be like. yeah. that checks out. very incredibly in character and just !!!!!!! very hot and funny and perfect.

all right theres a lot more but??? i promised myself i would rec only 5 fics and this is already 7, so... i'll stop here. for now

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #fic rec list #we truly have so many great writers in what is actually a relative small fandom its insane!!!!!!!!!

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hoodie-buck · 3 months

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inspiration saturday

thanks for the tag lovely @spotsandsocks 🩵

—i don’t have any fancy moodbaoards, but i did make this text last night, so here, have that 🫶🏼 more from chris doesn’t come back au which is officially over 30k now!

Needing something to do, Buck searched for his phone, finding it on the bedside table nearby. He reached for it, having to strain a bit before capturing it in his hands.

There was the usual array of notifications, though nothing from Eddie. He couldn’t help but to be disappointed by that. Maddie had however called about an hour earlier, a text sent soon after. Buck looked it over before sending off a lame response.

Buck stared at their message thread, his eyes caught on the hang loose sign in particular. Since there wasn’t a pinky promise emoji, they’d settled on that one, their own secret language. She’d asked him once why he had the medal there, Buck telling her it was because she was his hero. Maddie would always be his number one hero, the person he looked up to most. While he hadn’t had his parents much growing up, he’d always had her. He would always thank her for raising him to be the man he is now.

Well, maybe not lately.

tagging: @loserdiaz @redlightsandicedtea @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @wikiangela @buddierights @eddiebabygirldiaz @barbiediaz @wildlife4life @eddiiediaz @hippolotamus @elvensorceress @wh0re-behavi0r @disasterbuckdiaz @watchyourbuck

#anyway #someone yell at me to go write #buddie #buddie wip #que love me anyway #evan 'buck' buckley #maddie buckley #buckley siblings #chris doesn’t come back au #inspiration saturday

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evansbby · 2 years

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Ari and bunny baby are just too cute 🥹🫶!!!

I can’t get over how he’s just sooooo in awe of her 🥹!!! He’s seriously sat there just looking at her and admiring her sweetness and innocence and adorableness uuuhhh it makes my heart swell that he’s actually head over heels for her 🫶🫶🫶

But fuck, you look way too cute — it should be illegal. With your fluffy little ears covering your face bashfully and your tail twitching against his leg as you cuddle into him. Goddamit, why did you have to be so cuddly and cute??

Lloyd would probably say that Ari was completely wrapped around your pinkie finger but the truth is that Ari can’t help but find you so adorable. And it’s not like you misbehave on purpose—you can’t help it that you’re so dumb and can’t understand right from wrong most of the time. Awww Ari making excuses for his baby bunny’s misbehaviours - we love a forgiving king 🥹🫶

How can Ari stay mad at you? When you look so cute and innocent? He can’t help but rain kisses all over your face till you’re giggling once more, your tears drying in your cheeks as you promise never to say the bad word ever again.

Ari says as he tugs your ear playfully before kissing your tears off your cheek.

His huge softness and awe for her with his dark depraved assertiveness (I mean he’s still ready to belt her and put her in her cage if he feels like it 😵🥵) is such a sexi combination omfg

I love that she has just his number as her only phone contact awww, and the emojis she added next to his name hnkjahshw she’s so cute 🥰🫶 And she uses her phone to learn how to cook her man yummy meals and send him adorable goofy snaps that no doubt bring a huge smile to his face 🥹 I can’t, she’s just so precious 🫶

It’s also really sweet that Ari takes some time to get to know her beloved stuffies because he knows she cares so much for them 🥹

Ari smiles, “Good bunny. Now, why don’t you play with your stuffies instead? Who’s this guy?” He picks up a toy at random, and it happens to be a golden stuffed monkey. “That’s Mr Cheeseburger.” “Okay, well, play with Mr Cheeseburger, honey. While daddy does his work.” Ari settled you down on the floor by his feet before going back to his laptop.

Mr Cheeseburger!!! Bestie you always make the cutest names for your fanfic stuffie cinematic universe!!! This is how I see Mr Cheeseburger - he’s got Ari’s blue eyes 🥹 and his dashing red corduroy overalls with the yellow buttons made me think of tomato and cheese on a cheeseburger heehee 🥰

The imagine of baby bunny playing with her cute stuffie beside Ari’s feet whilst he’s sat on a chair on his laptop doing business … HAWT 🔥!!!

And Lloyd and his kitten!! Lloyd the sociopathic heartless ruthless kidnapper + torturer + murderer the absolute menace of a man has captivated me since the second I laid eyes on him when watching TGM, so to know that here he actually loves his kitten whilst also committing sadistic acts of dominance - I am YEARNING, my pelvis is ACHING 😩 I know Lloyd and his kitty are barely side characters but oh Lloyd as a deliciously cruel owner of a hybrid who he’s in love with aaaahhhhhhh I’m sat here internally screaming and externally weeping 😩🫶

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Ahhh bestie!!! I’m so happy you liked this sweet self indulgent little drabble with Ari and his baby bunny😌🐰 they’re my fav couple fr bc they’re so cute !!

Yes, Ari always makes excuses for his baby bc she’s so cute and innocent and he low-key doesn’t love punishing her! He has to do it bc sometimes he needs to be strict with her but he lets her get away with a lot!

Omg and bestie this is the perfect face claim for Mr Cheeseburger! It looks like a McDonald’s happy meal with the colours!!! I love it! Bunny loves playing with her stuffies by her daddy’s feet bc he sometimes reaches down and pets her head and sometimes he even joins in and plays with her 😭😭😭

Also omg I think I’m gonna have to write a spin-off about Lloyd and his kitten!

#anon #💙 anon #ari x bunny

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ughgoaway · 16 days

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SOMEBODY FUCKING STOLE MY EMOJI WHAT THE HELL???? ace i can pinky promise that was somebody else and not me

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hi my love!! I think you understand why i am still a bit weary about everything considering what's happened today, but I'm going to trust that it's you because of how nice you were this morning!! im so sorry your emoji got stolen so quickly, if it makes you feel any better you're not alone!! much love <3

#anon!#chatty asks!#🍭 anon

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kyloswarstars · 2 years

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PINKY PROMISE • Part 2

Divergent AU • Eric Coulter x Reader

It had always been Eric and me. Best friends for lifetime. Absolutely unafraid to be the biggest mess in front of each other. Eric and me. And a stupid childhood pinky promise of ‚If we’re single at 40, we’re gonna marry each other‘.

Words • 4.0 k Warnings • major mental health problems A/N • I was sick of writing with „you“. So instead of Y/N you’ll find M/N (my name).

PINKY PROMISE masterlist 💫 Divergent masterlist

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Part 2 • Waterfalls and waffles

The confusion didn’t subside when I got back inside. Everyone was back to their own drunken business, truth or dare was still being played and the kitchen was covered in spilled drinks. But nothing of that changed that I had kissed my best friend half an hour ago.

Peter, still in a sheep costume, wanted to do shots and caught me just before I could escape the kitchen. He cornered me and filled shot glasses with apple juice. He was completely wasted. And behaved even more wasted after I agreed to do three shots with him, but that gave me the opportunity to leave the room.

I tried to make my way through the crowd and eventually spotted Chris, but she stood with Will and they seemed pretty intimate so I didn’t want to interrupt. My eyes were searching for someone and when I found Eric, staring at me from afar, I froze.

That feeling of his lips on mine returned and even though I still tasted the apple juice on my tongue I instantly remembered how he tasted. He stared at me. I stared at him. I didn’t know what to do. Should I go to him and laugh about what had happened because it was so odd? Should I go and ask why on earth he had chosen me to kiss? Why did he, though? Christina had dared him to kiss the most beautiful person in the room. I mean… we were best friends since we could remember, it was only natural for him to gravitate towards me because we knew each others souls so well. Right? It wasn’t because he thought I was attractive in the ‚I wanna kiss because I very like‘ way. Right?

Enough. My drunken brain shouldn’t be here anymore. I pulled out my phone and ordered an Uber. I’m out.

I was never really happy to arrive at my mother’s place but after this strange night I wasn’t too reluctant. All I wanted was to sleep.

In the sheets of the bed I had at my mother’s place, I couldn’t fall asleep, though.

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Eventually, I fell asleep. At around five in the morning, but still. I didn’t get up to get breakfast. Ignored Christina’s and Tris’ texts in our girls chat. Acted as if I was still sleeping when my mom knocked at the door for me to finally get out of bed.

In the evening I went back home. Dad was out on the porch with Max, his best friend. They asked me about my weekend and I only shrugged.

When I went to bed that night, not wanting to sleep because tomorrow would be Monday, I still didn’t text Eric. And he hadn’t texted me. It was weird. We never not texted. Even if it was just an emoji we sent, there was never a day that went by that we didn't check in with each other.

Yeah, we kissed. But as a joke. Why did it feel like something was wrong now, though?

The second he opened the passenger door, when I picked him up on Monday morning, everything was as always. Like nothing ever happened. He chattered about the second week of seeeeenior year and completely dismissed my weird, nervous being. He almost borderline ignored the fact that I didn’t say a single word and hyper focused on the traffic and the traffic only.

Eric was cheering when we rolled onto the parking lot. Peter looked like he was still drunk but was all in for a heated discussion with Eric about the sheep hunt at the party. They didn’t mention the kiss but I knew by even glancing in Christina’s and Tris’ direction that they wanted to talk about it. They were on my heels all day. I ignored all of their attempts to bring it up, though. It wasn’t easy which was why I was super exhausted when I got back to the car after school. Eric was already leaning at his passenger door and looked at me walking up and even watched me getting in the car.

For a second I thought he would bring it up after he climbed in and closed the door. His lips were sharp. He hesitated for a few seconds and then shook his head. „Do you wanna get milkshakes?“

„Sure,“ I said, honestly relieved. So we drove to get milkshakes and everything was as usual and that was good. That feeling of comfort creeped back in my chest and I knew that whatever had happened at that party was nothing to worry about. We were friends. Best friends. And that was good.

Eventually, throughout the week Christina and Tris managed to catch me for their questionary. I had escaped until Thursday which was a noticeable achievement for me. By Thursday I didn’t have any weird, confusing thoughts about the incident anymore, so all their questions didn’t mean a thing. They tried to get some answers from me that I couldn’t give to them. All they got was ‚I dunno‘ and after having to hear it at least thirty times they slowly grew tired of me.

One thing of being a senior wasn’t so bad after all: I parked close to the school exit and when the door bell rang for the weekend Eric and I were out and about way faster.

Eric tried to persuade me in coming around his house later that evening because that one side of the family he couldn’t stand would come over for a ‚Friday Fun Night‘. I only pushed him out of the car, shook my head and drove off. By the time I parked the car in our driveway I felt guilty for not backing him up so I texted him I would come over after dinner.

It was a pretty ordinary afternoon for me. I fetched myself a bowl of cereals, stared at my backpack for a while and brought myself to pull out the homework I had to do. Then I stared at the homework while eating my cereals and placed the empty bowl on top of the homework in order to lay down on my bed and take a nap. I fell asleep after noticing dad getting back from work and his car being turned off outside.

A loud thud woke me up. I immediately sat up with a racing heart. Another thud from downstairs got me wide awake. My bare feet were storming to the door and raced down the stairs to the noise in dad’s office. When I reached it, he sat on the floor in the middle of a thousand scattered sheets of papers and folders. He frantically searched through them, threw around folder after folder when he didn’t find what he was looking for. It took me a few seconds to function and not stare at him in shock as he went through the papers in such a high pace that it was absolutely impossible for him to find anything.

„Dad!“ I tried to get his attention but he didn’t look. He mumbled things and kept searching. „Dad!“ I entered the office, stepped on the papers and kneeled down. „Dad, look at me!“

My heart was racing. He didn’t look at me and he didn’t stop searching. He kept saying: „I need to find them.“

Ever since my mother broke up with him, he had developed some mental health problems. For a while he had tried to hide it until the first big bang happened and I had to call the ambulance because I just didn’t know what to do. After the second and third bang happened, he went to stay at some place to get better and it eventually got a little better when he got back and carried on with an ambulant therapy. But there were smaller incidents ever since. At some point, I learned to deal with his bangs. Whenever it happened, I first was shocked but then the adrenaline would come rushing in and I would just function. I would carry him through.

„Dad, please look at me.“ I reached out to touch his arm but he ripped it away as if I burned him. He looked at me, though. He stared at me like he had never seen me before. With big, dark eyes, completely unaware of who I was.

„Dad, let us go to the kitchen and drink some water, yeah?“

His head turned to the side a little and this single movement sent shivers down my spine. This wasn’t like all the other bangs.

„I need to find them!“, he shouted and his hands went back to rummaging through the papers.

„Stop it, dad!“ I grabbed his hands, tried to make him stop, tried to pull him up with me and I managed to do so but instead of him being okay with it, he shoved me out of the room and closed the door. I blinked at the wood, not really able to grab what was happening right now. He was back on the floor when I opened the door again. I kneeled down once more and this time grabbed his arms, forcefully. Dad looked up at me with this weird, wild stare and for a second I got scared. With tears in his eyes, he freed himself from my grip and pushed me out in the hallway again, this time locking the door.

I banged at the door with my fists. I felt my lungs vibrating with the shouting I did but my ears couldn’t hear it. My pulse was somewhere around light speed, my legs were shaking and the skin on my knuckles started tearing up from the banging on the door but dad didn’t open.

I rushed upstairs to grab my phone but instead of dialing 911 I hit the top number on my favourites – Eric.

„You ready to come over and entertain my bored out ass?“, he picked up with that weird twist of being excited while being very bored. He was waiting for me to join him with his family.

„Eric,“ I breathed out and my voice died.

There was shuffling on his end, something fell to the floor. „What happened?“ His alarm clocks went off, he was ready for anything.

„Dad,“ I whispered, afraid he could hear me downstairs. „It’s bad.“

„I’ll be right there,“ he said and hung up. It wasn’t the first time I called him for help with my dad. And it wasn’t the first time I didn’t know what to do. But it was the first time dad looked at me like he didn’t know who I was and that scared me. After the call I couldn’t sit down and wait, I stood by the door and listened if there were more noises from downstairs. I wiped the bloody knuckles on my sweater but as soon as I got rid of the blood, more was coming through the cracks.

The doorbell rang. It didn’t even take five minutes for Eric to get here and first thing he did, when I opened the front door, was to pull me in his arms. He pulled me close, held me so tight that it was hard to get air. „Everything will be okay,“ he whispered and let go again.

I nodded, took a deep breath and then led him to the locked office door.

He knocked gently. No response. He knocked again. „Mr. M/L/N? Here is Eric and M/N. Is everything okay in there?“

„No,“ dad shouted but it sounded more like he was close to crying. „I need to find them!“

„Can we help search?“

The rummaging and shuffling sounds stopped, footsteps came over to the other side of the door. The lock clicked. When Eric opened the door dad sat back on the floor again. He didn’t look as frantic as ten minutes ago but still very confused and also determined to find what he was looking for.

„What are we searching for?“ My best friend knelt down and picked up some of the papers, I was frozen in the doorframe.

„All the paperwork I need so I don’t lose shared custody of M/N.“ The second it left his lips, he stopped in his movements. With big eyes he turned to look at me. What? The frenzy fell off his face, his whole being, and he realised what he had just said out loud. He recognised me, his child, and that he had let something slip I never heard of before.

Dad stood up and this time the tears in his eyes rolled down his cheeks. „I am sorry, M/N. I am sorry.“ He looked around, was sorry for the mess, was sorry for today’s bang. „I didn’t mean to scare you.“ He shook his head in disbelief. „I am so sorry, that shouldn’t have happened.“ He was sorry for the bang but the way he was hiding his face in his hands was more than that.

I shoved all the thoughts that wanted to come in away for the moment, hugged dad and tried to cheer him up. „Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.“

He didn’t hug me back, though. He was like a lifeless puppet unable to move his arms, only able to shake his head. „You shouldn’t even know…“

„It’s alright, dad.“

I caught Eric’s eyes staring at the two of us. Sorrow was radiating off of him. But when I inaudibly begged for his help, he brushed it off and lured dad out of the room and to sit down on the couch in our living room. In the kitchen I filled a glass of water and brought it to dad. I watched him nip at it and grabbed the glass before he sank back into the pillows. He stared at the table and didn’t look at us again. He hid his face in his hands. He looked guilty, ashamed of his bang and the bomb he had dropped.

Eric dragged me back to the kitchen and grabbed the glass from my hands to put it on the counter.

„What am I doing with him now?“, I whispered.

„Call Max? He knows best how to back him up after one of the bangs.“ Eric was right, so I called Max. We waited silently in the kitchen for him to arrive. The more time passed, the harder it got to shove away the questions and the inevitable anger that was forming alongside the thoughts. It was hard to not walk around like a mad cat so I wrapped Eric’s arm around my shoulders and neck to calm down my mind. He squeezed me and pulled my body to his. And he respected that I was way too worked up to talk right now.

When the doorbell rang the second time in less than an hour, some relief flooded through my tensed muscles. Max promised to look out for his best friend and told us not to worry about it. To go upstairs and watch a movie or something. When I heard him talk to dad in the living room and dad responding to him, I allowed my feet to carry me upstairs. Eric closed the door behind us and let himself fall down on my bed.

There had been a moment before, where I felt like I put too much on his shoulders with letting him know how much dad struggled. It seemed unfair to me to put this burden on him. When I told him about it, he disagreed. It’s us together forever, he had said and that was what I had to recall every time when he helped me out with dad. Every time when I couldn’t do it on my own.

Eric grabbed my laptop, pulled up the browser and looked for a movie.

„I can’t stay here right now, Eric.“ The thoughts and questions were creeping up on me.

He immediately shut the laptop and got out of my bed. „Let’s go then,“ he said, guided me downstairs and eventually out on the porch after he told Max we would head out.

The car of Eric’s mom was parked at the curb.

I stopped, watched how he walked up to it but didn’t understand why. When he noticed I was still at our front door, he came back. „Did you drive here?“

„Yeah.“ Eric acted as if it wasn’t a big deal at all. He didn’t sit behind a steering wheel after his accident last winter. Nor did he make an attempt to try. The memories were echoing in his head and he didn’t talk about it because it made him uncomfortable. It was a denial stage he was in and I tried to give him time by driving everywhere we needed to go too. In order for him to heal and get to that point were he could start to work through what had happened. So, the fact that Eric himself drove here tonight, was a big deal.

„You drove here.“ It made me emotional. And it made me smile a little because I was happy about his accomplishment.

„I… didn’t even really think about it. I only wanted to get to you as fast as possible.“

I closed the distance between us and hugged him. Mostly for what he had done tonight but also for all the other times he had helped without second guessing. He was always there when it mattered.

„Do you want me to drive?“, I whispered into our embrace.

„No, it’s fine.“ Eric smiled when I pushed him from me. It was strange to see him sit down behind the wheel and having to take the passenger seat. The way he nonchalantly started the car and started driving down the road was even stranger. Like he never had that accident at all. It took a couple of minutes to get used to it. And those minutes used my brain to shoot memories of tonights bang at me. Dad’s foreign eyes. That he was frightened to lose custody. And the fact that my mother must’ve filed for taking it from him.

To distract myself, I asked where we were going. Eric talked about an old abandoned fabric he heard of and that the compound had a huge tunnel system. There was even supposed to be an underground waterfall. „You wanna explore?“

„Yeah.“

It took some time to get into Chicago on this Friday evening and Eric didn’t find that old fabric first. He took a lot of wrong streets, drove down one street at least five times and stopped to text Uriah for the right address. We made it eventually. Eric parked the car at the curb and we stepped out to the property. It looked like no one cared for the building for at least fifty years anymore or so. Which was hard to understand because it covered the entire block. It was huge. Why would people just stop caring?

I observed the many shattered windows and the tiny holes in the walls after getting out of the car.

„Some entered through the roof but there must be another entrance, I guess.“ I followed Eric as he tried to find another entrance. It took a whole minute until we came to a small parting in the building. It led to a tiny alley with a door on its end. The door wasn’t locked and so Eric pushed it open after handing me a flashlight and turning on his own. It made a terrible screeching sound and if we were in a horror movie something would come after us in not long from now. But I just shrugged and brushed past him to enter the abandoned fabric.

Our flashlights illuminated a hall, almost a hangar, so deep that it was impossible to guess its real dimensions.

„Here“, Eric said. He had turned to our right and stared down a stairwell – again unable to guess how far down it led.

Maybe there could be a serial killer waiting for us down there. On the other hand did going back home sound equally as appealing right now.

I went first and started walking down the stairs. My best friend followed and came to walk beside me. Those stairs went so deep that after five minutes I dreaded even thinking about going down there. Going back up would suck so hard. Out of a sudden the stairs ended with only one option to follow: a tunnel. Just as Eric had said, that tunnel led into a million other tunnels and it was hard to remember what direction we came from once we switched to another tube.

Just in case I checked my phone for service and was relieved to see that I could call for help if we got lost.

Eric was first to stop. I ran into him as he stood there eavesdropping. And then I heard it too. Water.

We followed the direction the sounds were coming from and it got louder pretty fast. When we reached it, a cliff was falling down to a natural, rocky waterfall. It wasn’t like some old sewer tunnel or anything, it was a real waterfall. Something must’ve been down here that used to be of interest for people once. They have put an old, rusty metal bridge over the chasm, connecting one side of the cliff with the other. We stepped on it and directed our flashlights to the rush of water. It was just going and going and it didn’t stop. The steadiness of it and the deafening volume that came with it, was calming.

I sat down on the little bridge, legs dangling over the edge. Eric sat down next to me.

We didn’t speak. We couldn’t even if we wanted to. I wouldn’t be able to understand a single thing with the loud water behind our backs. I just stared at all the things our flashlights illuminated. And I sank into my thoughts. I felt the emotions of tonights bang coming through. Saw dad’s wild stare when I closed my eyes.

And then raw anger hit. For some reason my mother wanted full custody. I was eighteen already. Due to repeating junior year still in high school but also almost an adult. What benefit would she have? How did she even dare pulling that off after everything she had done already?

First my jaw clenched. Then my hands started shaking. When I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat anymore, the crying started. It wasn’t tears, it was this deep hollowing sobbing. The one you couldn’t stop and hurt deep in your chest type.

All the adrenaline I had used on my dad tonight, all the anger that had built up, was mixing together. It blurred into a spiral, dragging me down and down and down.

When I felt Eric’s hand searching for mine, when his fingers intertwined with mine, this familiar calm started to pull me back. He held on so tight, so adamant to let me know he was there, that this calm was able to flood my chest after a while. It soothed out the clinging feeling and made the thoughts slow down. Until… it turned into a burn in my stomach.

Not like it was on fire. More like it was a growing flame that wasn’t harmful but rather inviting. The familiar calm turned into something I had never felt before, without losing the comfort and the safety of Eric’s presence. It felt thrilling. It felt like…

I jumped. „Can we get waffles?“

Eric had been startled with my sudden movement and the out of context question but it was the first thing that came to my mind. After realising that maybe the burn in my stomach wasn’t something I should feel for my platonic best friend.

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hellcatinnc · 2 months

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Collar x Malice (Kei & Mineo) Review

Will Include Spoilers

So I decided to go ahead and post my review of Kei & Mineo since the game is about alot of death I'm taking a break and will come back soon and play the other 3 routes for now though Kei is still my favorite even in Mineo's story Kei is still great.

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Kei Okazaki

The moment I first saw him climb through the window I thought he was cute. He originally was my second choice of guys then he started talking and seemed like a pure idiot I questioned if he would be so good after all. I am glad however I went with him because he grew on me fast. The longer I looked at him the more I could say he was drawn so damn pretty, I could look at him all day. He liked to show pda holding hands and that was so damn sweet. Then to find out he is against women being hurt and his loyalty to take care of a special person in his life that he would die for them this really caught my attention about him. His possessive streak was adorable and I loved every time he made comments like only let me in your house, or let me only walk you home, or don't make things for the other guys or when he snapped at Shiraishi told him not to pick on you as well as said he will never give permission to allow it.

He isn't the best with stuff like house work, cooking and such but he will bring flowers, hold hands, snuggle up and watch movies well horror movies with you. He is so sweet that even when you like him he is flirty a bit but the moment you tell him you want him to keep doing it dominant mode kicks in. This I wasn't expecting in him pinning you to the floor or when he makes it clear he wants to be super close to you he is definitely a naughty boy with his partner. He will always jump in front to protect you when anyone tries to harm you, he likes to send cute texts with emojis and call you cause he misses your voice. Honestly these are all the little things that made him such a great guy and my favorite so far.

Only downfall and I know people are wishy washy on is the fact as the mc you also find out he wanted to die all along but for a special person so it was a death worth dying for. I know people question if he ever really loved her until the very end because he was using her. I feel like Kei is naïve, and not the best with common sense at time however a great at his job anything else outside that he lacks. However that being said I think he was in love alot longer than the end he just didn't know what to call it. I mean come on you can't tell me all the times he got jealous as time went on where he didn't want to share his time or even little things like being the only guy in her apartment or snuggles with the movies. I mean even when he was very clear to Shiraishi when he told him to knock off picking at you unless he says its ok then he makes it clear he will never give his say so.

The pinky finger thing and the fact when it comes to crying when he hurts he shows his pain loud and clear. Yes he was just a hurting soul that needed someone to show he was valued and loved also that he deserved to live. He held a grudge in himself cause his partner died protecting him this made him a sad boy. I mean he didn't even understand why your mad at him until you truly have to show him what he is missing. Then the fact your willing to die for him and he almost loses you it bout kills him as he thought your last words was going to be I love you, it about breaks him. Sadly in the bad end it does break him and he wants to die but promised you he would live so he tried even though the bad guy kills you anyways. Honestly its not hard to love him if you love sad boys like me. If I had to compare him to someone I put compare him to piofiore a cross between Dante, Nicola and Leo together. This mans pain brought me to tears in the good and the bad ending his pain is deep and its hard not be suffering with him.

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Mineo Enomoto

At first I thought he would be cool but he was annoying pretty fast and even after about a chapter in his very presence annoyed me. However after I got to his route I really thought he ended up quiet sweet. The blushing idiot type haha but no seriously he is younger than Kei and you can tell it for sure. Like I love how he blushes and gets shy I'm a sucker for these men however Mineo blows it out of proportion at times its not the shy guy part its the annoying practically screaming at you if you call him out on it. Like most shy guys you tell them you know they are into you and they blush harder and get more quiet he is the opposite so after some time it does get to you. He is cute his mumbles as he goes along like when he was drunk and he practically proposes to you the next day, or tells you as you take rice off his face that its what he always wanted a lover to do. These things and the fact he will beat the shit out of someone who tries to hurt you. He shows that when he comes across the guys in the alleyway that are trying to make you strip.

He is a big brother type to his little sister and is absolutely adorable about how he dotes so much about her. Then he has that protective daddy feel to him when he talks about her making me think he would make a good daddy if you could even get this boys virginity in the first place. Its nice he works at trying to get your brother to stop being dick to you, which is so needed. I do like the outcome of your brother and you by the end of this route. I love Kei is still a sweetie even in this route and loves to bust Mineo's balls. He tells Aiji what he sees when Mineo's drunk and yet the way he says it makes it sound like more than what it is. Even to the point later in the game he asks if he was announcing marriage after that. When Mineo practically screams and denies everything, Kei's charm kicks in and tells you to call him Kei as he calls you by your name, this makes Mineo jealous and starts asking you to call him Mineo. Then this dynamic gets weird cause he tells you to call his name again and when you do he wants more I swear dude was getting off on this or at least excited lol.

I really would say he is a bean in the end just has alot of growing up to do. His story with his old mentor getting killed was sad but I'm glad as time went on he was able to heal from that. Also unlike Kei Mineo was not all nice in the beginning he was kind of a ass and when your walking home alone he tells you he won't walk you. That being said when he does care for you he will come back and get you and make sure your ok. He is like a walking contradiction I'm learning that if he loves you or is interested then you have his interest to care if not he doesn't give a rats ass about you. He is a romantic and will take a girl on a date and doesn't mind paying if she wants a nice place to go. I tried to play his route late at night in my house and I either had to wear a headset or mute it cause he was so loud in his route with his screams and freak outs. I would suggest you not play his route anywhere you need to be quiet.

There were moments he was serious like when he confesses his love to you there is no blushing guy no overly loud bullshit just sensitive sweet Mineo that you know is underneath. I do like him but I just can't deal with the constant screaming even when you tell him you love him he seems to think your lying or he is dreaming. I feel like the MC really could see herself falling for Kei I don't think she could see herself falling for Mineo I think she even second guessed herself alot. Even his bad endings weren't really sad per say like I cried nothing and really didn't even feel much the endings. They seemed to be worse endings for the MC not as much Mineo. I hate at one bad ending she loses her brother and goes on a killing the killer. Then the one that was the saddest was when she killed the bad guy but yet fled the town to leave Mineo yet he understood he did it to protect him and he forgave her yet she couldn't forgive herself I felt bad for him only then still no tears though.

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#collar x malice #mineo enomoto #yuzuru saeki #kei okazaki #reviews #review #otome #gaming

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2 trillon galaxies: lily x fem!reader

a/n: ik i just posted something for her but here’s another thing. i’ve been on a lily and yunjin kick lately so sorry in advance for the random spam of drabbles or whatever you wanna call these

“ok no- wait because hear me out! the concept of space makes no fricking sense.” your girlfriend cut in “y/n-” but you shushed her, “lily lemme finish. how is there all of that open space and no air? all of that open emptiness- wait no that’s also doesn’t make sense! why do they say space is this big empty mass of darkness but there’s literally 2 trillion galaxies in the universe. so how is it empty if there’s all that up there- all that but NO. FRICKING. AIR?” you slammed your hands down on the table in front of you and sank back into the chair you sat in.

there was a pause then an exasperated sigh from your girlfriend next to you. lily pinched the bridge of her nose and stated, “this…this is why you’re not allowed to do livestreams by yourself.” you gave her a slight side eye and asked, “but i make a good point don’t i?” there was a pause which only brought a cheekier grin to your face as you looked into your managers phone that was live-streaming. beside you, your girlfriend refused, “space does so make sense.”

you looked at her then prompted, “then explain to me and NSWER how space is empty but full of galaxies, and how there’s somehow no effing air.” lily held back a smile then stated simply, “science says so.” she let out a laugh when you opened and closed your mouth to say something but no words came out. then you finally challenged, “so you’re telling me if right this second all the world’s astro-scientists collectively agreed that the Earth was flat then you’d agree with it after being told it was round all this time?” she narrowed her eyes and asked through another laugh, “how does that even-” you defended yourself quickly, “that would be science saying so would it not?!”

lily tilted her head back in feign annoyance and you pointed to the camera that was still focused on the two of you, “see? see what i mean? makes. no sense.” you read through the comments and stopped on one, repeating it aloud, “y/n vs space is my new favorite thing.” lily sat back up and made an X with her arms, “stop encouraging her!” you laughed and held up a finger, “wait and the idea of black holes??? how is the gravitational pull so strong that light doesn’t come out?! it’s fricking LIGHT ITS NOT EVEN AN ANIMATE OBJECT! and that whole thing about how if you entered a black hole then it’s tidal forces would rip you to shreds? HOW? and speaking of light…light years. i just- WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?”

the comments flooded with fans either agreeing with you or leaving some form of “why are you like this?” with crying emojis.

you added on, “and how do black holes even weigh anything?” lily chimed in, “but doesn’t everything have a weight of some kind?” you nodded in confirmation, “yeah but like the entire system of space measurements… how did they even come up with that?” your girlfriend laughed and let you ramble on, “cause i really don’t understand guys. i’m not even trying to be funny like this entire time i’m 100% serious!”

when you stopped talking to get a drink of water lily managed to quickly change the subject to answer a comment asking where she wants to travel.

there was a slightly more serious yet casual tone in her voice as she answered, “i want to go to australia. i wanna take y/n home, and show her all of my favorite places.” you felt your heart skip a beat and your ears flushed with heat as you smiled bashfully. you held out your pinky, “we’ll do it i promise.” she linked your finger with hers and smiled from ear to ear. your hand settled on her thigh beneath the table and there was an ever so slight blush on her cheeks as she felt your hands lightly squeezing her leg.

you took another drink from your water bottle while she read over a few comments more. every few seconds she broke into a fit of nervous giggles from your hands on her thigh, but anyone else around would think it was the comments in the phone she was laughing at.

lily turned you once you’d capped your water bottle and said, “they wanted you to answer too. so where would you go if you could pick anywhere? and they wanna know which member you’d go with and why?”

this was a question you’d been asked so many times as an icebreaker or fun fact for an interview and you always said the same answer. fully expecting the same response, lily added with a grin, “and no you can’t pick all members or every place in the world.” you frowned and scoffed in pretend annoyance.

at least ten cities ran through your mind along with all of the faces of your members. you didn’t know what to say for a moment because you were just that indecisive over the smallest things. without much thought you leaned your head on her shoulder. she waited patiently for you to answer, paying no mind to your one hand now laced with hers on top of the table. after a minute you admitted, staring into space with a faint smile on your face:

“i’d take you to all two trillion galaxies…because you’re my person and i wanna go everywhere with only you.”

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop girl group fluff #kpop girl group imagines #kpop girl group reactions #kpop readings #nmixx scenarios #nmixx imagines #lily morrow #nmixx lily

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