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where: outside eve's home who: @freya-hudson & eve young
"Okay so, my thoughts were that if we plant the seeds in this little area by the door, theoretically I should have sunflowers growin' out the wazoo come springtime." Eve estimated, hands on her hips as the two of them surveyed the exterior of her home. Though the woman was typically very gung-ho about doing her home renovations all on her own, her green thumb was sorely underdeveloped -- which is where Freya came in. "What do you think? Would that look weird, like if it blocks the window? I can always just stick one of them garden gnomes on it instead and call it a day. Or a lawn flamingo. Do people still have those?"
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closed starter : for @heartwars who liked my starter call (i had anabel in mind but happy for you to go with someone else) muse : freya reyes (24, she/her, pansexual, junior campaign manager) plot : freya and anabel have been apart for several months due to her tour so freya has decided to get her a special present for the holidays: herself. if you would rather use a different muse of yours (or of mine), let me know and i can alter.
freya had damn near talked herself out of this a dozen times over. she was desperate to see the other. it had been too long and no amount of video calls could match up to the real thing. tonight's concert was in a city not too far away so after giving herself a good pep talk and ordering an outfit for the occasion, here she was. freya stood in the middle of anabel's dressing room, tugging down at the white trim of the short red skirt she had bought. it matched the santa hat on her head and the skimpy top of the same design which showed off her midriff. she was definitely not the type to put on a sex christmas outfit and surprise the person she was dating but perhaps anabel brought that out of here. eyes widening as the doorknob pushed down, freya stopped tugging at the skirt that just barely covered her backside and tried to pose in a sensual way. she felt completely awkward and uncomfortable but a grin plastered across her face when she saw the familiar blonde, "merry christmas!" she exclaimed.
#closed starter#muse : freya reyes#freya & anabel 001#interactions : freya & anabel#partner : heartwars
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tbh neuvifuri is very much a wannabe zhongtao.. hm..
#001. arwa’s tea party!~#♡ zhongtao#✧ zhongli#✧ hu tao#✧ furina#neuvillette 🌊#<- using his old tag bc this is meant to be just for here#sorry if u still see this post freya i tried <//3 ->#neuvifuri#freya don't look
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CONTINUED FROM HERE, WITH FINN ( @vermelain )
A smile passes through her face, as fleeing as the first sun in early spring. “If it is sentimental to miss the brother I lost for over a thousand years than indeed – I must be the most sentimental of them all.” Her tone is wry but there is an unmistakable air of mischief to it; a faint echo of a girl long gone, the one who climbed trees with her little brother. Her first friend.
It vanishes at his next words. She levels him with an unimpressed gaze ( and how odd it is, having to look up to do so when she used to tower over him! ), stubbornness setting her lips into a thin line. “Please. I have been at risk since before I was born.” Not a child. Not a daughter. Not a person. A sacrifice to the endless hunger of one of the darkest witches in history. “Yet, I am still standing while all my worst enemies have long been turned to dust. We will always be in danger, Finn, just as I will always do whatever is necessary to keep you – all of you – safe. If not in family, surely you must admit there is strength in numbers?”
Freya takes a step towards him but dares not to close this gap between them. How can she? At times, it feels like she is staring into abyss, a bottomless pit that cannot be breached nor walked around nor jumped over. Even the memories she holds oh so dearly are faded. It was another life. They were different people, mere children with no inkling of the horrors awaiting them. “You don’t have to go. That choice was stolen from us once before but no more. Now, it is ours. You can stay.”
Her voice drops down to a whisper, “So stay. For me?”
#vermelain#in character >> the viking witch who spends her days channeling the spirits to save vampire brothers#vermelain >> 001#vermelain >> finn#// pretty sure she practices her 'i'd die for my family!!' speeches in front of the mirror every morning //#// hi hello i am normal about freya & finn //
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freya ( @vcndetta ) asked: ❝ if you ask me, i’m a very trustworthy person. ❞
"the same could be said by an untrustworthy person." whether or not someone was trustworthy never crossed ruyi's mind. her instinct deemed everyone as untrustworthy. due to her former line of work, this way of thinking kept her alive. it wasn't until getting here did she make attempts in being more flexible. "that's why i don't go by what people say they are, and go by what they do."
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@norseforces freya and orlain
"Forgive me if I don't believe you are who you say you are."
gods are cruel. gods use them all as their puppets in a show, actors in a screenplay. gods only want one thing, and it's slowly unraveling. even if nobody ASKED THEM if they wanted to do this.
wanted to what, though? ( lose everything, everyone, over and over again. be terrified of their own future when they had something perfect lined out for them. assigned a hero before they figured out how to be a person. realizing that they never were a person, and again the merry-go-round goes to being puppets in a show. )
"I do not have such a bloody great track record with gods."
#norseforces#FREYA&ORLAIN THREAD 001.#♡. orlain.ic ⁄ ⁄ the soldier who isn’t .#♡. orlain.v01 ( main ) ⁄ ⁄ just a ghost of a man pretending to live .
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location: fanny's open mic night. status: closed for ella<;3 @laughstrack
they detest the performativity of open mic nights, where graduates in berets stand shoulder-to-shoulder with chin-stroking lecturers as they contemplate whether a nectarine can ever be a metaphor for a vulva. rory’s therapist says it’s ‘ good to put yourself out there ’ — probably in the secret hope that by becoming someone else’s problem, they’ll no longer have to deal with him, crying, hysterical, cross-legged on the roof of the triage centre in scrubs still covered in blood. they were supposed to end up in music, an electronic music EP out by now and a small but dedicated following on soundcloud. somewhere along the way they’d lost their path, ended up slaving away at bad track records to pay their way through a med school degree they're not sure they even want, selling vinyls that cost more than their daily pay to people who don't even understand chord progressions. thursdays are their day off. they get most of friday to recover from the mid-week, before the sound tech shift into the early hours of saturday morning begins, and then back to the MGH. so wednesday-night open mic becomes the melting pot where each week rory cuts a strip along his arm, bleeds out a poem, a song, a refrain written on his guitar, more often than not a haiku, the long hours mopping up other people’s guts watered down into a rhyming couplet about a climate change. “ hi. me again, ” comes their uneasy start, the self-conscious wave of his hand a half-apology for being there as rory takes to the stage, the mic unsteady in their grip. “ uh, rory. for those of you who don’t know me… okay, this is a little different to my usual stuff, but i’m just gonna go for it… it’s a narrative poem i’ve been working on. it’s called winter with nilsen. ” clearing their throat, they pull a scrappy lined piece of paper from the pocket of their corduroys and take a swig of liquid luck from the rim of a beer bottle, sticky resin where the label once stuck. “ november, our bodies tight like toothpicks in a cigarette tin / you press your thumb against the hollow of my throat and i, losing my breath, losing my mind, disintegrate. i still hate the taste of praline — you told me once they made you think of dad, louisiana, a stranger in a pig pen who gave you tooth decay — it stuck like gum. longer than you did, at any rate. i reach for you / in dreams and grip the air, the lilac taste of… ” eyes snap up from the page, a prick at the back of their neck, and they lose their place on the page. there, by the jukebox, beside a journo grad in a gaudy bucket hat ; freya. rory swallows a gulp, averts his gaze, presses on. “ the lilac taste of… ” an attempt at continuing as if nothing’s happened disperses on rory’s tongue, a sudden claggy feeling, like all of the blood’s been sucked up into his ears. “ sorry, i’m not… i don’t usually get stage fright. but it needs more workshopping. cynthia, do you wanna take over ? ” it’s posed as a question, but really it’s a cry for help, thrusting the mic into the general direction of the open-mic emcee as they stumble down from the steps and out of the fire escape door to the smoking area, heartbeat throbbing like a metronome.
#pls dnt match length this was written in my unhinged indie days#in fact the shorter the better so we can speed run reunion.#rory & freya.#rory & freya 001.#⥂ rory bergström. ╱ threads.
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@longingwithstars | freya
"You made it out unscathed Ser Freya?" Rhea questioned as she attempted to sit herself up, she winced loudly at the pain shooting up her leg before giving up and flopping back down onto her bed. They had told her countless times already that she needed to remain laying down, yet the Greyjoy heir was too stubborn to listen. A fact that likely wouldn't surprise Freya. They had none each other far before either grew into their titles properly. They were goodsisters once. Their connection through Wulf Harlaw had long faded but what took it's place was far stronger. The trust that was built between the pair far exceeded the confines of a marriage that was long dead.
"I have request for you, you need not accept it but I would like you to hear it"
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Freya's eyes lit up when Kelsey called her cute for being excited about her boyfriend and she was. Freya was convinced that Rob was the love of her life and she worked hard to secure a job in New York to join him. She had rambled on and on to Rob about the teaching jobs she applied for and would visit as much as she could to be with him. Thankfully, the stars aligned and it all worked out. Freya was accepted for a teaching position in Brooklyn and it just felt like that everything was perfect, like this was meant to happen. Blushing at the suggestion of giving Kelsey a call, Freya nodded her head regardless. "I will do that if we don't work out," she suggested, because how could you not respond when someone as cool as Kelsey was playfully flirting with her? As Kelsey talked about her writing process, Freya became even more excited even more over her writing and her music. Kelsey seemed like someone who was passionate about her music and someone who made incredible music. To be the muse of someone who loved seemed to live and breathe music seemed to be the highest honour. Her eyes widened at Kelsey's offer, the blonde letting out an audible gasp and nodded her head excitedly. "Yes please! Especially if it's a concert during Coachella," Freya exclaimed. Just as Freya was about to say something, the train came to a screeching halt, causing her to lurch forward and gasp, her head hitting the back of the seat in front of her. "Ow," she whined and rubbed her forehead. "What happened?"
Kelsey smirked and shrugged a shoulder. “I’m just saying. I would have,” she commented off-handily, taking a look out the window watching as the train was actually moving. Freya, meanwhile, was going off about how much she was looking forward to seeing this boyfriend of hers. Kelsey had meant plenty of girls who were like this - who appeared to center their boyfriend like the way Freya was. For the blonde’s sake, she hoped that she had a much better outcome than those other girls. Because when a girl was ever this excited over a boyfriend, it was like a curse, doomed to never end well. But Freya seemed nice. One of those kind hearted people that felt rare to come across. So Kelsey would hope that she was the exception to this. “Well, I don’t know this boyfriend of yours, but your excitement to see him is cute. I hope he finds it cute too. Otherwise, dump him and give me a call instead.” She winked at the girl sitting next to her. She was being playful, but also, she wouldn’t necessarily deny her attraction to the blonde. There was something about her that made her very attractive - the kind of attractive where it was obvious she didn’t even realize how hot she was. Kelsey was into that. When the blonde asked if she wouldn’t prefer having someone that inspired music from her, she glanced out the window for a brief moment before looking back at Freya with a soft half grin. “I mean, you don’t really need to be entangled in a romantic relationship to have a muse, do you?” She said, letting her gaze linger on the blonde playfully before looking back out the window. “I like finding my inspiration for music from unexpected places anyway.” Kelsey always found people who only wrote the typical love songs to be cliche and boring, and that wasn’t the type of musician she wanted to be. Chuckling when Freya asked to be invited to the nice shows, Kelsey nodded her head as their eyes met. “If you wanted, I can hook you up with a permanent music pass to all of our shows. All you gotta do is just ask.”
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CONTINUED FROM HERE, WITH REBEKAH ( @rebekuh )
“Rebekah, enough! We are out of time!” Snapping at her dearest sister will hardly help but the poison is spreading fast through her bloodstream and the cold fear – faster still. They must live. She needs them to live. Freya herself? Well, as a mortal she was always fated to fade long before they would.
If her last breath is spent ensuring their survival, it will be a breath well spent
Like a wound that never healed properly and still aches during a storm, something foul curls in her stomach at the mere mention of that name. Dahlia. “There is nothing in there – “ She pauses as the realization breaks through the haze. Because yes, yes there is. She needs not to check the grimoire to know exactly which spell would save her; it is one she vowed never to cast, one which caused her nothing but heartache.
Eyes ablaze with fever turn towards Rebekah. “Go now and you can help them without the use of that wretched magic.”
#rebekuh#in character >> the viking witch who spends her days channeling the spirits to save vampire brothers#rebekuh >> rebekah#rebekuh >> 001#// freya vc: damn rebekah is so stubborn :/// //#// i love them i love them i love them //
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ALREADY OVER ⎯⎯ chapter two
george clarke x singer!reader
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just a reminder this is set in 2022!
It was a rare kind of sunny afternoon in London — just bright enough to sit by the patio doors at Simon and Talia’s house and let the sun shine through the glass onto the dining room table. The room smelt like garlic and toasted wraps, and the playlist running through the speaker was an easy mix of R&B and pop.
Y/N was stirring an iced oat latte with a straw that Talia had made her, half-listening to Freya rant about something Josh had done.
“If Josh tries to get me to drink one more protein smoothie that tastes like wet cardboard, I’m going to throw his blender out the window.” Freya dropped onto the chair opposite Y/N at the table, her oversized hoodie nearly swallowing her whole as she grabbed her coffe like it was a lifeline.
Talia, halfway through slicing cucumbers at the kitchen island, didn’t even look up. “Is this about the ‘bulk phase’ again?”
Freya groaned. “Yes. He says I ‘don’t support his fitness journey’ because I won’t drink his chalk-shake monstrosities. I said if he wants support, he can have it with a side of oat milk and flavour.”
Y/N burst into laughter as she leaned over to grab a handful of crisps from a bowl in the middle of the table. “Didn’t he try to convince you to do a couples workout last week?”
“I’m still sore,” Freya deadpanned. “Emotionally.”
Talia finally looked up, smirking. “You say this, but at least he didn't ask you to film it.”
Y/N snorted into her drink. “Honestly, that’s so true. Both of you are so lucky you can keep most of your relationship private.”
Freya rolled her eyes dramatically. “But all I wanted was a nice Sunday lie-in. Instead, I ended up doing jumping lunges while he shouted things like ‘Let’s go!’ in my face.”
Talia had finally finished in the kitchen, placing the chopped cucumber into the salad bowl and bringing it over to the table. She placed it in the middle before sitting down beside Y/N.
“How brave of you. You’re both survivors,” Y/N added, holding her iced latte in a mock toast. “To dating Sidemen.”
They all clinked drinks in a very uncoordinated, very on-brand moment of solidarity before bursting into laughter.
The three of them dissolved into conversations about life as the late afternoon sun streamed through the patio doors. The table was scattered with wraps, crisps, and half-finished salad prep, as casual and familiar as any proper girls' lunch should be.
"You have been suspiciously quiet today," Talia had twisted herself to face Y/N, arm resting on the back of her own chair. "What's going on?"
"Me?" Y/N raised her eyebrows at the older woman.
"Yeah, you."
Freya nodded in agreement, leaning forward on her chair and resting her elbows on the table. "She's right, not like you to be so quiet. You've barely spoken about yourself all afternoon." Not that Y/N was so self-absorbed that she was constantly talking about herself, but it was weird that she hadn't told the girls anything about what was going on with her lately, especially when the whole idea of lunch was for a proper catch up.
Y/N shrugged. "There's not really anything to say," which was nothing but the truth. "I haven't been up to much, or anything at all." Y/N hadn't exactly done anything exciting recently. She had been in the studio working on songs but nothing solid enough to tell the girls about.
"No disaster dates to tell us about?" If there was one thing Y/N always had up her sleeve, it was a date story that had the girls either gasping in complete shock or on the floor crying with laughter, so Talia was surprised she didn't have anything to say.
"I actually haven't been on a date in months, and, I don’t know… it’s been nice not answering to anyone.”
Freya tilted her head. “No flings? No dating app disasters? Not even a tiny crush?"
"Nada." Y/N replied, taking a long sip from her drink—her second coffee of the afternoon. "Haven't met anyone in months who’s even made me think about dating again." She was ready to pivot the conversation, already searching for a new topic, but then a face flickered in her mind. Just for a second—brown eyes, crooked grin, that ridiculous laugh. And apparently, her expression betrayed her, because Talia was suddenly leaning in, eyebrows knit with suspicion.
"Well, that was a big fat lie, wasn't it?"
And it seemed Freya had noticed too. "Spill. Right now."
Y/N let out a sigh, knowing there was no point even attempting to pretend it was nothing with those two. They could read her like an open book. “Okay… maybe there was someone.”
"You need to tell us, immediately." Talia said, already grinning.
Y/N hesitated, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “I mean… it’s was nothing. I don't even know him.” She glanced across at Freya, who had her eyebrows raised. Y/N exhaled, gave up the fight, and unlocked her phone. “His name is George Clarke. We met at the XIX party last week.”
Freya leaned in. “Why is this the first we’re hearing of this?”
“Because I didn’t think it was worth bringing up,” Y/N said with a soft shrug. “But… he was cute. That’s all.”
Talia narrowed her eyes playfully. “Alright, well, who is he?”
Y/N pulled up TikTok on her phone and finding his profile, from her following, and handed the phone over to Talia first. She began scrolling through his videos, stopping on a few to watch and laughing quietly. When she was finished, she passed the phone over to Freya.
Freya's face lit up. “Oh, he’s funny.”
“And cute.” Talia added, nudging Y/N.
"He’s actually funny—not that forced YouTube energy.”
"But it's nothing. I barely even spoke to him." Y/N said, shaking her head and taking her phone back. She glanced down at George's face on her screen quickly, ignoring the feeling in her stomach. She then locked her screen, almost throwing her phone down on the table.
"This isn't nothing, Y/N/N. You're blushing."
Y/N's hands shot up to her face, fingers feeling her cheeks burning up. She hadn't even realised. "I am not blushing." Lying right through her teeth.
“You totally are,” Talia teased. “Your cheeks are one shade away from writing his name in your notes app with a heart next to it.”
Y/N rolled her eyes but didn’t bother denying it.
Right then, the front door creaked open, followed by Simon’s familiar voice echoing down the hallway. "There better be some food left, otherwise there is going to be a problem."
Simon wandered in a few seconds later, hoodie slightly askew and hair flopped to one side and expression slightly suspicious. “What are we gossiping about?” He said, eyes scanning their expressions. Talia was practically vibrating with suppressed laughter. Freya had a smirk carved into her face like it had been chiseled there. And Y/N… well, Y/N could feel the heat rising in her cheeks like a thermometer on the sun.
Simon leaned over the table, stealing the bowl of crisps before sliding into the chair beside Freya.
“Y/N/N met someone.” Talia said with zero hesitation.
Simon raised his brows. “Oh yeah?”
Y/N groaned, throwing her head back against the chair. If Simon knew, everyone was bound to find out and that was the last thing she needed. Everybody thinking she had a crush on George when she had only met him once.
"She met him at the XIX launch." Freya added.
"Oh my God, I know exactly who you're talking about." Simon said, his eyes lighting up.
Y/N's head shot back up to glare right at him. "What? No you don't."
"Oh it's so obvious. You're like the same person." He said, a large grin plastered across his face. He hadn't been aware that Y/N had met George at the party, but he would be lying if he hadn't been waiting for it. “You and George? You’re basically clones. If I locked you two in a room together and walked away, I’m convinced you'd either fall in love or start a podcast.”
Y/N groaned again, hiding behind her hands. “You’re being so dramatic.”
“I’m being accurate,” Simon said, grinning almost proudly. “You both have the same dry humour, and main character energy."
"I do not have main character energy."
"You do," Talia said, nodding in agreement. "But in a good way, like Jess from New Girl."
"And he's exactly like Nick."
"Ugh, I hate this already."
Simon pointed with a crisp. “Still stand by it. You’re like if George had a skincare routine and stage presence.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was a reluctant tug of a smile at her lips. “We literally just talked. Once. For like twenty minutes. And it wasn't alone, Chris, Chip and Arthur were there too.”
“And yet here we are.” Talia said, shooting her a knowing look.
“Can we not make a thing out of this?” Y/N said, trying to sound annoyed, though the warmth in her voice betrayed her.
Simon stood and grabbed a fizzy drink from the fridge. “Too late. This ship has sailed. The group chat will be informed.”
Y/N reached across the table and threw the kitchen roll at his arm. “You’re the worst.”
“And yet, somehow, still your favourite,” he said with a wink.
As the laughter bubbled back up around the kitchen, Y/N glanced down at her hands as they twirled the rings around her fingers.
Maybe this was becoming a thing.
A small thing, sure. But still… a thing.
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The bar was already buzzing by the time Y/N stepped through the doors. Warm lights glowed over rustic wooden tables, music hummed low under the sounds of chatter and clinking glasses, and the place smelled faintly of chips, spilt beer, and good memories.
She spotted the group near the back—two pushed-together tables covered in half-drunk pints and chip baskets. Chris and Shannon were tucked into the corner, laughing about something on his phone. Will had an arm lazily draped around Mia, while Freezy, Chip and Harry were mid-debate about football. Arthur was animatedly recounting a story to Becky and Sabina, who looked like they were both invested and slightly alarmed.
“Y/N/N!” Mia beamed, waving her over. “We thought you were bailing!”
Y/N slid into the seat between Sabina and Becky with a dramatic sigh. “Honestly considered it. But then I remembered you lot are unbearable when I miss things.”
Josh grinned. “Fashionably late. Popstar behaviour.”
“You know me,” Y/N said, grabbing the full glass of wine that Becky had just passed her. “Main character syndrome.”
Just as she took her first sip, the pub door creaked open again.
“Speak of the devil,” Will muttered under his breath, nodding toward the entrance.
Y/N glanced up—and there he was.
George Clarke, in all his charming glory, strolled in with Arthur Hill by his side. George wore a black tee layered under an open flannel, his hair a little messier than they probably had been when he left the flat. Arthur, equally cool but quieter in energy, followed with a relaxed smile.
Y/N straightened a little in her seat, trying not to be obvious.
“Oi oi!” George called, voice rising above the hum.
A chorus of greetings met him as he and Arthur made their way over. George’s eyes found Y/N's almost instantly, and something about the way he smiled—sharp, boyish, like he already had something cheeky planned—sent a quiet spark down her spine.
George started to say hello to everyone, as well as introducing them to Arthur. He made his way around the group till he reached Y/N.
“Well, look who it is.” Y/N said as George slid into the seat beside her, that Sabina had since deserted.
“Didn’t think I’d see you twice in a week.” he replied, nudging her knee under the table as casually as if he did it all the time.
She smirked. “And yet here you are. Are you stalking me or just conveniently everywhere I am?”
George leaned in slightly. “Could be fate. Could be really good location-tracking.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the grin tugging at her lips. “How romantic. Shall I send you my live location to make it easier?”
“I already have it,” he whispered with mock-seriousness. “Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to.”
But before Y/N could respond, there was a cough from beside George, as if to gain their attention. Y/N's eyes darted to the man beside George.
“Oh, shit—sorry,” George said quickly, leaning back slightly to gesture between them. “Y/N, this is Arthur Hill—my flatmate. Arthur, this is Y/N.”
"It's nice to meet you, Arthur."
Arthur offered a small smile and a nod. “Nice to meet you. I’m a fan… of your music, actually.”
Y/N's eyebrows lifted, pleasantly surprised. “Really? That’s sweet, thank you.”
"Arthur makes music too." George quickly added.
Y/N perked up immediately. “No way! That’s so cool.”
“I haven’t put out much yet,” Arthur said, scratching the back of his neck. “Still figuring out my sound. A lot of rough demos and late-night doubts.”
Y/N smiled warmly. “If you ever want someone to listen—honest opinion, no sugarcoating—I’d love to hear them.”
Arthur’s expression shifted with genuine appreciation. “Seriously? I’d really appreciate that.”
George looked between them, lips twitching. “Arthur’s just being modest. I’ve heard some of his stuff—it’s amazing. He just won’t let anyone else hear it yet.”
Y/N laughed before tilting her head. “So how long have you two lived together?”
“Only about a month,” Arthur replied, nudging George lightly. “It’s still that weird honeymoon phase where we pretend each other’s habits are cute.”
George scoffed. “You say that like I’m not the ideal roommate.”
“You left cereal in the sink yesterday.” Arthur deadpanned.
“And the only time I've done it!” George defended, eyes flicking toward Y/N like he wanted her to take his side.
"Oh, I know all about messy roommates, trust me." Y/N said, eyes focused on Arthur with a faint smile on her lips.
After a few more exchaged words, George and Arthur excused themselves to get a drink at the bar, allowing Y/N to catch up with the others.
When they finally returned, Y/N was deep in conversation with Becky, Mia and Will, her laughter carrying lightly over the hum of pub chatter. George noticed the way she tucked her hair behind her ear mid-sentence, completely absorbed. Rather than interrupt, he and Arthur took the seats opposite, sliding easily into the ongoing banter between Chip, Harry, and Freezy.
They were only a few minutes into the conversation—chatting about video ideas—when Chris, half-leaning across the table with a mischievous grin, raised his voice just enough to cut through the noise. "Hey George, I heard you went on a date a few weeks ago? How'd that go?" Chris had shouted across the table, gaining everybodies attention without meaning to.
The words hung in the air like a dropped pint glass.
Y/N's stomach dipped.
George blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Oh. Uh—yeah, we went out. Twice, actually.”
“Ohhh,” Mia chimed in, dragging the word like a tease. “Repeat performance. Someone made an impression.”
Y/N let out a soft laugh with the group, eyes trained on the ice in her glass as she gave it a lazy swirl with her straw. Her face stayed neutral, but her stomach dipped — a gentle, unexpected twist.
“Not really a thing, though,” George said quickly, glancing around. “Just grabbing drinks. Chill.”
Y/N barely knew George. They’d only met twice. But there was something about him — the dry humour, the way he really listened when she talked, the way he’d looked at her earlier like he was remembering the shape of her smile.
It was probably nothing.
Still, she didn’t love the sound of “twice.”
Becky, ever perceptive, shot a quick look toward Y/N, but said nothing.
The conversation drifted again, and Y/N let herself get pulled into it. She joked with Becky about booking a girls' trip to Lisbon, teased Chip about still having his mom’s Netflix password, and even joined in when Freezy started ranking everyone’s “vibe” based on their drinks.
And then there was George.
He didn’t say much, but every now and then, their eyes met across the table. He smirked at one of her quips. She caught him watching her when he thought she wasn’t looking.
At one point, George slid a fresh drink across the table to her and said, “You looked like you were rationing that last sip."
She raised an eyebrow. “Concerned for my hydration levels?”
“Just making sure you don’t fade mid-conversation. Would ruin the vibe.”
Y/N laughed, a little caught off guard by the softness in his smile.
They didn’t know each other. Not really. But she felt it — a little flicker of something, warm and magnetic.
Still, Chris’ words echoed faintly in the back of her mind: Went on a date… twice.
It didn’t mean anything. But it also wasn’t nothing.
And suddenly, she wasn’t sure what game they were playing—or if they were even playing the same one.
She didn’t know what George’s situation was. Two dates wasn’t a relationship—but it wasn’t nothing, either. And maybe she was reading too much into everything. But the way he looked at her, the way he talked to her like there was no one else in the room—it didn’t feel platonic.
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dulceperez it's hell week and i'm struggling to cope
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isabellaperez never have i ever been more grateful for online school
↳ dulceperez we get it you travel for funsies and i get stuck with crippling student dept.
↳ isabellaperez what fucking debt? tio checo said he'd pay for your schooling!
↳ dulceperez alright then, i get the crippling student anxiety.
maejones you got this baby!
↳ dulceperez i really don’t! tell max to send the red bull i’m going to need it, i know you two are still besties!!
↳ maxverstappen1 did checo cut you off again?
↳ dulceperez YES!! SEND HELP!! SOS!!
louis_graham still can’t get over the fact that you know f1 drivers.
↳ dulceperez my uncle is an f1 driver?
↳ babs.rodriguez forget it lou, she won’t understand. she probably grew up around michael schumacher or something.
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louis graham so the f1 drivers in your comments are just normal?
dulce perez pretty much, yeah
dulce perez we live in monaco, you're telling me you've never ran into like lewis or charles? hell nico lives in monaco.
barbara rodriguez never. louis graham nope.
dulce perez huh, it's not like monaco's that big. i run into my ex all the time. granted he's like best friends with my sister.
barbara rodriguez who the fuck is your ex? and why is your sister best friends with him? dulce perez because she can be? i'm not going to tell her "oh no isa, you can't be friends with arthur because we broke up." dulce perez they were friends way before we dated.
louis graham so his name is arthur? interesting, one look at your sister's instagram tells me that you dated the one and only arthur leclerc.
barbara rodriguez a leclerc? you dated a leclerc? and you let him get away?
dulce perez look, he was busy with racing and i was busy with school. it wasn't going to work out between us so we just broke up.
louis graham interesting how you two still follow each other.
dulce perez we're still friends. that wasn't going to change because we dated.
barbara rodriguez 9 times out of 10, people fall in love all over again.
dulce perez not me. i won't.
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low quality picture, high quality girl or some fucking corny shit like that. who the fuck gave this guy alcohol?

arthur leclerc does she have a boyfriend? who is he?
mae jones what is this nerd going on about?
isabella perez is this about my sister?
arthur leclerc forget i asked. isabella perez so it is about my sister.
mick schumacher is this about the guy on her story?
isabella perez that's just louis. one of her roomates. remember arthur? they became friends when she started school. arthur leclerc oh. yes. i remember.
freya vettel oh he's totally still in love with her.
lando norris honestly arthur just tell her. get it over with.
bailey winters i doubt you should be giving people advice.
lando norris oh seriously! we get it, i fucked up! isabella perez oh you royally fucked up norris.
lando norris oh be quiet isabella, how many times have you broken up with austin by now?
isabella perez my relationship has nothing to do with this! focus on arthur and my sister!
mick schumacher i can't believe i'm saying this, but how are freya and i the only ones that are mentally healthy??
isabella perez because arthur is stupid. mae is in denial about her feelings. i'm codependent. lando is a dumbass. bailey is collateral damage to lando's dumbassery. AND YOU'RE IN FUCKING DENIAL!! SO IS FREYA!!
freya vettel wow. can't wait for the day all of you are mentally healthy and in healthy relationships.
mae jones at this rate isabella's doomed to divorcing and remarrying austin like 7 times. isabella perez literally fuck you. stop writing songs about max!
bailey winters you're all insane.
arthur leclerc you are too bailey.
mae jones don't worry arthur. i know how to figure out if you'll be seeing her soon arthur leclerc oh no. that's not good.

mae jones odds of seeing dulce at the monaco gp this year?
dulce perez that depends am i allowed to take my emotional support idiots? isabella perez i thought i was your emotional support idiot? max verstappen ooh she's been replaced.
esteban ocon i think we're better off asking what are the odds charles finishes the race.
charles leclerc this is why you've never won a race bitch.
daniel ricciardo who the fuck are her emotional support idiots?
dulce perez my roomates
lando norris BOOO!! WE'RE YOUR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT IDIOTS!!
lewis hamilton you may be an idiot but i am not.
mae jones we're her emotional support chaos gremlins natalia ruiz that makes more sense.
max verstappen you should ask checo if you can bring your friends, not us.
dulce perez i did. he said yes. see all of you back in monaco. dulce perez i just have to ask them.

dulce perez thoughts on attending the monaco grand prix?
barbara rodriguez on my bucket list but currently too broke.
louis graham also on my bucket list but without means of going.
dulce perez i feel like we're forgetting that my uncle is literally an f1 driver??
louis graham SHUT THE FUCK UP!! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T?!! barbara rodriguez NO FUCKING WAY!! I KNEW GOING TO SCHOOL IN MONACO WOULD PAY OFF!!
dulce perez wow. way to use me.
louis graham listen, we love you. you're great. but attending the monaco grand prix is such a dream.
barbara rodriguez I GET TO MEET SIR LEWIS HAMILTON!! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME!!
dulce perez we're going to support red bull not mercedes.
barbara rodriguez yeah but red bull doesn't have lewis hamilton does it?
louis graham personally, i will be supporting aston martin. wherever sebastian vettel is that is where i am.
dulce perez traitors both of you.
barbara rodriguez ARTHUR IS LITERALLY A FERRARI ACADEMY DRIVER! SHUT UP! YOU'RE THE BIGGEST TRAITOR OF ALL!!
dulce perez WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT?
louis graham we went stalker mode. we had to find out everything about leclerc.
barbara rodriguez he's a cutie. why the hell did you dump him?
dulce perez we are not talking about this.
louis graham BOOO!! AS THE CHILDREN SAY, SPILL THE TEA SIS!!
dulce perez no!
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who let me be here?? where is lewis hamilton??
holy shit!!
VAMOS TIO CHECO!!

pierre gasly soo...dulce
dulce perez before you ask no. pierre gasly like not even a little bit?
rowan todd why must you ask this, you idiot?
pierre gasly i'm an instigator
dulce perez the answer is no because he has a girlfriend, you moron.
charles leclerc but if he didn't have a girlfriend?
dulce perez you too?
charles leclerc ANSWER THE QUESTION PEREZ!
dulce perez no. not my type.
isabella perez ARTHUR! WHO WAS THE CUTE GUY ON THE PODIUM?! THE PREMA GUY!!
max verstappen SHE'S GOT A CRUSH! arthur leclerc oscar? isabella perez brb gonna go stalk his instagram.
freya vettel anyone is better than a*stin
arthur leclerc trust me when i say he's 100 times better than that guy.
mae jones WAIT! WHO'S YOUR TYPE DULCE??!
natalia ruiz perhaps monégasque? rhymes with shmarthur? dulce perez you people are insufferable. daniel ricciardo THAT WASN'T A NO!
mick schumacher arthur just probably let out the biggest sigh of his life.
arthur leclerc at least i'm not in denial about my feelings. mick schumacher HEY! WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT ME! AND YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH LECLERC!!
sebastian vettel i should consider retirement. that would mean i wouldn't have to deal with this.
fernando alonso i retired and they didn't let me leave. there is no hope for us.
lewis hamilton i told you that your biggest mistake would be showing weakness to max.
max verstappen YOU'RE THE ONE WHO COMFORTED ME FIRST! NOT SEB! lewis hamilton oh sure, i was just supposed to leave a kid out, crying in the rain because his girlfriend had just broken up with him? mae jones sorry, what?
daphne jones idiots, all of you
esteban ocon how's that hidden relationship going for you daphne? daniel ricciardo it's not our fault they haven't figured it out yet, now is it? lewis hamilton and i'm currently in the lead to win this bet so zip it ocon.
isabella perez GUYS! CUTE PREMA GUY IS SINGLE!!
lance stroll at least one thing is still normal around here.

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She feels the touch along her belly and looks down at his hand a moment, a smile pulling across her features for the Norn's know how many-th time that evening. "Think this might be your finest creation yet, Mr. Osborn." Bio-engineering. She thinks this still counts - in a weird way. The most traditional way of all. "Even if it's one that's going to cost us money instead of earning it." A laugh leaves her lips.
And it's.. it's interesting too on top of all the excitement. This is a code they've been trying to crack for a while and if they can run some tests and crack it for real? Figure out what finally did it? They can help a lot of people that are struggling with or are going to struggle with the same thing in the future. They can make a difference for people like them - so they don't have to go through what they did.
There's a soft hum when Harry says not to worry about Norman and she moves her hand to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over his cheek. "You have to promise me, Har, that no matter what happens... with me or the baby... you're not going to let him in on this research. Or any of the scientists he wants to appoint to it. As much as I am excited and ecstatic that we managed? As much as I am ready to just... live in the moment and enjoy it? I'm well aware of the fact that this? Me being pregnant and this wonder I'm growing currently? It's pretty much a scientific breakthrough. It's not just our baby, Har - we've put months - years of research into this. This baby isn't here right now just because we have a very healthy and frankly amazing sex life -" She has to lighten the mood a little, giving him a coy smile after the words before she looks serious again. "If it was just for that? It wouldn't be here. I don't want to dehumanize the whole situation, but it is what it is and I'm not about to be the one to lose track of that just because we got there now. We created this in more ways than just one. It's our research. I want to help others like us - so I am more than okay with running a few tests here and there to try and crack the code further - but it's OUR research. Promise me that no one else is going to be a part of this. Just us. Here - in our home - where there's no risk of anything leaking anywhere or anything catching even a whiff of the results. We need this to be confidential."
He does not purr, because he does not have the proper vocal chords for that, but the feeling deep in his chest as he feels her nails on his scalp, just enough to be enjoyable, would have been a purr had nature -or mad, reckless science- given him the ability to do so.
"Who am I to argue against a specialist?" He replies, however, voice amused and eyes bright and hands on her waist, before one moves to brush her belly. He can't feel anything just yet, he knows it, but the feeling is there.
"Do not worry about my father." He adds, nevertheless. "That's a matter we can tackle when we come back," and a matter he's long been thinking about how to deal with, so he's not too concerned. It's just going to be a mess, but it's his mess to deal with. "And you don't need the stress, so leave it in my hands." He offers, before reaching to kiss her lips once more. "Because what matters is our happiness, and he has no say on that."
He can be a major source of stress, yes, but Harry knows the man. He can only accept that things are the way they are, no matter how little he likes Freya.
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The music blasting through the room was enough to cause a headache, mix that with the unlimited alcohol from the free bar, Y/N could guarantee she would wake up the next day with a sore head. But that was the least of her worries as she enjoyed the company of most of her friends.
The Sidemen had thrown a party celebrating the release of their own vodka, XIX. So most of Y/N’s friends were in attendance, considering most of them she had made through those 7 men she could now call her own friends.
The last 4 years of living in London and getting to know all of the incredible people around her was a dream come true. She never expected a place she once loathed to become her home, and now Y/N couldn't imagine ever leaving.
Y/N couldn't even say she enjoyed visiting her home town anymore. There was nothing for her back in Pennsylvania, except for her mother but the two didn't really have the best relationship anymore. Everything she needed was in London. The amazing people around her reminded her everyday that she made the right choice moving to London fresh out of high school.
One person in particular being Talia Mar. The older woman had taken Y/N under her wing pretty soon after she moved to London and they had been inseperable since. They had a bond that was for forever.
But Talia and the other girls Y/N had met through her weren't the only ones keeping Y/N in London.
When Y/N was sixteen she had met Isla. She had been in London visiting her dad for the summer, just like she had done every year since she was twelve. She and her sisters were spending the day at their father’s house in Kensington, bored out of their minds on a quiet Monday morning in August while he was at work. Their stepmother was home, but busy with clients, moving in and out of her office since before the girls had even gotten out of bed.
Just before lunch, one of her stepmother’s clients arrived—this time with her daughter in tow. She’d apologised repeatedly, explaining she couldn’t find a babysitter because of the school holidays. Her daughter, Isla, was fourteen at the time. Seeing an opportunity to keep the girl entertained, their stepmother asked Y/N and her sisters to keep her company.
From that very moment, Isla and Y/N hit it off. Best friends instantly, like it had been meant to happen.
They exchanged numbers and made plans to hang out a few more times before Y/N flew back home to Pennsylvania. They kept in touch over the following year, messaging and calling until the next summer rolled around—Y/N was seventeen, Isla fifteen. Their friendship grew stronger with each visit, till Y/N moved in with her father after graduating high school.
Between this and the time Isla had turned eighteen, Y/N had met Mabel. She had met her at an event she'd attended with Talia. Mabel had just gotten into acting and didn't really have any friends in the entertainment industry. So, Y/N befriended her, taken her under her wing and six months later, Y/N, Isla and Mabel were moving in together.
Y/N didn't know what she would do without them, and she wasn't ever planning on finding out.
Y/N had been scanning the room for Talia and Freya when she had spotted Chris, as he stood at the bar with a few people Y/N couldn't quite make out. It had been a while since she’d seen him, so instead of continuing her search, she made a beeline straight for Chris, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. Slipping through the crowd, she crept up behind him and gave his sides a quick pinch. Chris jolted in surprise, whipping around, and the moment he saw her, his face lit up. Y/N burst into laughter, thoroughly amused by his reaction.
"I should have known that was you." Chris said, bringing Y/N into a tight embrace. Despite the fact Chris wasn't the tallest of people, Y/N still had to go on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around Chris' shoulders comfortably. "I can't believe how long it's been since I last saw you." It had to have been at least 4 months since the two had seen each other.
Y/N had met Chris back when she had moved to London in 2017. When Y/N had become friends with Talia practically as soon as she had moved that summer, she had been quick to introduce the younger girl to all of her friends. That was when Y/N had met Tobi, and then eventually the rest of the Sidemen and all of their friends. And Y/N liked to think she got along really well with everyone.
"I know, it's been too long." Y/N said, pulling away from the man but keeping her hands on the sides of his arms. "How have you been?"
"I've been good." Chris nodded, still smiling. "How about you? Shannon told me you've been working on new music." He added, remembering how his girlfriend had spoken about Y/N recently. Y/N had met Shannon around the same time she had met Chris and had instantly clicked with her. The two often having girls days together with Mia and Becky.
"Yeah, I'm really good. Been in the studio a bit recently." As Y/N had said this, a familiar distinctive laughter filled her ears. She removed her hands from Chris' arms and turned slightly to the left. "Is that Arthur Televisions laugh I can hear?" Y/N would have recognised that laugh anywhere.
Chris let out a laugh as he reached out next to him to nudge Arthur and gain his attention. The taller man had his back to them so hadn't seen Y/N. When he turned around, that was when Y/N could see the rest of the group Chris had been standing with. Arthur Frederick, Josh Larkin and a man Y/N had never seen before.
"Y/N!" Arthur exclaimed, a large smile on his face. He pulled the giggling girl into a hug, rocking her back and forth. He had clearly had a few drinks already.
"Hey Arthur." Y/N giggled, hugging the older man back.
"Did Chris get you over here to make himself look taller?" The voice of Josh (Chip) caused Y/N and Arthur to break away from each other.
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and laughed. "It's the only reason he ever has me around." Y/N joked, stepping away from Arthur and towards Josh to give him a hug. "Did you leave Sabina at home?"
"Yeah the missus stayed at home." Josh said, giving the blonde girl quick hug. Y/N pouted at his response before she turned to the unfamilar face. But before she could say anything, before she could introduce herself, Chris had stepped in.
"Y/N/N, this is George." Chris said, gesturing to the brown haired man. "George, this is Y/N."
Y/N couldn’t remember ever meeting a man who looked at her the way George did, like she was both a mystery and the answer all at once. It made her want to giggle like a nervous schoolgirl, though she did her best to keep it together as their eyes locked. His eyes were gorgeous.
"Nice to meet you, George." Y/N said, extending her hand with a warm smile. She thought she had caught a flicker of hesitation in his eyes before he reached out to shake it—just a split second too long. It struck her as odd, but she brushed it off, keeping her expression bright and unfazed.
"Yeah, you too."
What Y/N didn't know was that George had recognised her instantly. he'd seen her on the Sidemen channel before—she’d popped up in one of their Tinder videos, roasted them in Strangers Roast the Sidemen, and featured on more collabs than he could count. Ever since becoming friends with Chris and the wider Sidemen circle, George had heard her name come up more times than he cared to admit.
But none of that had prepared him for meeting her in person.
There was something about the way she carried herself—effortless but captivating—that had George slightly off balance. It wasn’t nerves exactly, more like awareness. The kind you get when someone important enters a room and your instincts tell you to pay attention. And standing just a few feet away from her, that instinct was ringing loud and clear.
“So, how do you guys know each other?” she asked, glancing between the four men.
Chris was halfway through a sip when he grinned, as though he could read George's thoughts. “We met at a shoot a few months ago, he's basically one of us now."
"So, George,” Y/N said, turning her attention back to him, “how’s it been, surviving your initiation into the Sidemen circle?”
George smiled, trying not to sound too eager. “Chaotic. But fun. Never a dull moment with this lot.”
Y/N laughed, the sound light and warm. "You get used to it. After a while, it's strange when it isn't chaotic. But you have to learn how to say no with these guys. They'll get you to do anything if they know you'll say yes everytime."
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, eyes locking with hers for a brief moment.
Something flickered between them—curiosity, maybe. Or something more.
She held his gaze a second longer than necessary before turning back to Chris. George took a slow sip of his drink, trying to play it cool. But inside, something had shifted.
And he had a feeling that night was just the beginning.
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⊹₊⟡⋆ kaya scodelario + she/her ⊹₊⟡⋆ blasting back in black by ac/dc through their airpods is FREYA RIBEIRO . oh , you don’t know them ? they’re the thirty2 year old executive ( pr agent & ceo of her own boutique agency ) who just went viral for verbally eviscerating the paparazzi and successfully stopping a barrage of negative press for a very high profile client . yup , the one that drives a bmw m8 competition convertible . i hear they’re pretty +incisive , but others have claimed that they’re quite -acerbic . that makes sense , considering they’re often labeled as the non-idle rich .
[ ✰ ] WANTED & ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS ( WIP ).
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001. ↻ BASICS .
[ ✰ ] full name: freya ribeiro st. clair
[ ✰ ] alias / nickname(s): freya ribeiro
[ ✰ ] age: 32
[ ✰ ] date of birth: 01/15
[ ✰ ] place of birth: rio de janeiro, brazil
[ ✰ ] ethnicity: white, brazilian
[ ✰ ] nationality: american, british ( formerly )
[ ✰ ] gender: cis woman
[ ✰ ] pronouns: she/her
[ ✰ ] orientation: bisexual / biromantic
[ ✰ ] language(s) spoken: english, italian, brazilian portuguese, spanish
[ ✰ ] mbti: ENTP
[ ✰ ] element: water
[ ✰ ] zodiac: capricorn
[ ✰ ] character inspiration: nanami kento ( jujutsu kaisen ), will mcavoy ( newsroom ), olivia pope ( scandal ), jessica pearson ( suits ), shiv roy ( succession )
002. ↻ BACKGROUND .
NOTE: this is a quick summary / tldr of freya's background . for a more detailed bio , please CLICK HERE !
( tw: mentions of familial death & infidelity ) freya ribeiro st. clair was born into a life of massive wealth and influence in rio de janeiro . the product of two powerful families: the ribeiros , known for their booming liquor business , and the st. clairs , a family of finance magnates and media moguls . freya’s life was shaped by high societal expectations , all while navigating the somewhat complex dynamic with her family . following the death of her mother , family tensions only increased as the rivalry with her younger sister worsens and the pressure to maintain appearances becomes more apparent . she channels her focus into a academics which eventually leads to a thriving career in public relations . and after witnessing her fiancé’s infidelity with her sister , freya leaves her family and rebrands herself in america . all while establishing a quickly rising pr firm in los angeles , she resides in beverly park far from the constraints of her family’s name and legacy ( or so she hopes ) .
003. ↻ HEADCANONS .
NOTE: this is a work in progress so more will be added at a later time !
has a european dobermann named titus
a workaholic through and through
owner and ceo of sparrow pr , her boutique pr agency that has quite a roster of clients ranging from celebrities , athletes to politicians
obtained degrees in digital media & culture and international business management . got her masters in media , culture & communications
specializes in crisis management and has an extensive background in not only public relations but communications as well
a fashion girlie through and through . always dressed to impressed . even if the fashionable pantsuits and structured jackets might make her stick out more than usual in certain situations
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