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smoll-tangerine · 1 year

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ten reasons why i hate you: reason #7

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life.

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader GENRES. romance, fluff, angst, drama, rich kid!au CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 2621

WARNINGS. (spoiler alert!!) someone got cancer, use of the term “bitch.”

DISCLAIMER. this is a work of fiction based on fictional events and characters. it is unrelated to any real people, organisations, locations, and events. the laws, and legal and medical interpretations in this work have also been modified for storytelling purposes.

TAGLIST. @crescent-iak @moonchele @ahtisa02 @ghostfacefricker6969 @jaehyunnie77 @jungish @anya-writes-stuff @hey-won @ishireads @xxxx-23nct @peachibevuti @shepeelsoranges @hopefulchick @baehaechannie @ya-lame @yumilovesavocado (bolded = unable to tag)

[a/n]: a fair warning, this will be the last fluffy chapter for the rest of the series. enjoy it while you can hehe. super long chapter ahead to make up for my long hiatus!! i also really, really enjoyed writing this chapter. idk if it’s because it’s just little blurbs of moments. pls pls comment!! i love reading your feedback♡ a reminder to send me an ask if you want to be on the taglist~

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REASON #7

You didn’t understand what compelled you to accept Jaehyun’s ridiculous request in the first place.

Scratch that. You didn’t really accept Jaehyun’s request.

At least, not without a condition of your own.

You could tell from the look of frustration on Doyoung’s face that he also didn’t understand the reasoning behind your decision.

“Who does he think he is?” he scoffed at Jaehyun’s condition and then gave you a small glare. Though you knew that he wasn’t truly mad at you. He could never. “What were even you thinking?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “In the end, I won’t lose anything.”

“Our relationship isn’t something worth considering?”

You raised a brow at his snarky remark, silently asking him if he truly meant what he said, considering the fact that he was the one who dumped you in the first place.

“Let’s be honest, Doyoung, do you really think that Jaehyun’s going to be able to actually break things off with her?” you replied. “That’s why I included a condition of my own. I’m only going to cut all ties with you after the five months are up.”

Doyoung still seemed displeased with the situation. “Do you really think that you can cut all ties with me?”

You scoffed. “Of course not. Not only our families are friends, we work at the same hospital. I’m not about to drop everything just because of a boy who made me cry.”

A pregnant silence fell upon you two.

It didn’t hit you how much your words rang true until you realized how silent Doyoung was being, considering how much he had to say about the situation.

He let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. That’s always how you’ve been.”

You frowned at his statement, but did not refute.

“You’ve never let anything—anyone—deter you from your goals. That was one of the reasons why I fell in love with you in the first place,” he continued. “But also one of the reasons why we had to break up.”

“What are you trying to say, exactly?”

Doyoung shrugged nonchalantly, allowing you to see that he meant no harm nor did he mean to offend you. “Sometimes, I can’t help but think what if you were just more... flexible? Would that have helped salvage our relationship?”

“Perhaps,” you mused.

He turned to you with a bitter smile. “Let’s say he meant it. Meant every word he said about breaking things off and needing—what, five months?—to make things right by you. And you can see that he’s truly making efforts to make your marriage work. Would you abandon your plan?”

You chuckled at his words and tilted your head in curiosity. “Where is this coming from?”

“My personal feelings aside,” he explained, “you’re still one of my closest friends. I still care about you, regardless of what happened between us. I only wish for your happiness. And I can see how it’s not this marriage with Jaehyun that’s draining you, but also this plan of yours to take him down. To make him regret.”

Doyoung poked the little space between your brows and gave you his signature bunny smile. You couldn’t help but smile back in response.

“I’m just saying.”

“Yeah?”

“It wouldn’t hurt to be more flexible in this case.”

FIRST MONTH

“What is this?”

You were slightly taken aback by the appearance of Jaehyun’s silver McLaren Speedtail parked in front of the hospital you worked at. As much as you disliked him, you couldn’t deny that he had taste in cars.

Jaehyun smiled at you as he opened the door to the passenger seat for you and motioned you to get in.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m picking you up?”

“Yeah, why exactly are you picking me up?”

He let out a small huff through his nose. “Why would I not pick up my wife from her workplace after a long day?”

You almost choked on your own spit as you couldn’t believe the words that came out of Jaehyun’s mouth.

Did he just call you... his wife?

You wordlessly entered his vehicle in a slight daze, unsure of what just occurred. You almost had to pinch yourself to make sure that you weren’t dreaming about the current situation you were in.

It was just some weeks after he made you that promise on your honeymoon, but you didn’t expect him to spend time with you in addition to break things off with Chaeyoung.

Sure, he said that he was going to try and make your marriage work. But this seemed like a complete 180 of his usual behaviour towards you that it almost gave you whiplash at how nice he could be.

It reminded you of that time Chaeyoung told you that Jaehyun truly was a nice person, but you simply brought the worst out of him.

It made you wonder if she was right.

But the slight giddiness caused by Jaehyun’s actions and your lack of mental energy from work caused you to drop that question completely.

It wouldn’t hurt to bask in this slight happiness, wouldn’t it?

MONTH 2

“Did you start the movie without waiting for me?” Jaehyun shouted in pure disbelief from your kitchen as he was busy making popcorn for the two of you.

“No?” you shouted back, feigning innocence.

Movie nights were now almost a weekly occurrence.

Jaehyun would pick you up from work and you two would head back to your place. It first started with an episode from a series, then a short film, and then a whole movie marathon. You two never really set up a date or anything of the short. It just became something that was... natural.

It honestly scared you just how natural things felt between you and Jaehyun.

It was scary to see how well you actually got along with him.

You didn’t expect to have this much in common with him. Your parents reassured you prior to your engagement that you would love the guy they had set you up with. You didn’t actually expect them to be right to this extent.

“Scoot over,” he said to you.

“No,” you refuted and sprawled over your couch, ensuring that he doesn’t have any space for him to sit.

“I will sit on you!”

“No, you won’t!”

You let out a small screech as he actually sat on you. But you could tell that he didn’t put his full weight on you.

“Get off me! You’re so heavy!”

“I told you to scoot over!”

You threw your head back in laughter, slightly wondering in the back of your mind when was the last time you’ve felt this way.

Whatever it was, you wouldn’t mind continuing feeling this way.

MONTH 3

“So, when can we expect a grandchild?”

Both you and Jaehyun choked on your food and immediately reached for your glass of water.

It was uncanny how you two started mirroring each other’s actions.

Due to how busy everyone was, both of your families set up mandatory bi-weekly dinners. To get to know each other as in-laws but also in hopes of you and Jaehyun getting closer and less awkward in a stressful environment such as dinner with both families.

“Your mother-in-law is right,” your mum dabbed a side of her mouth with a napkin. “It’s been almost four months since your honeymoon. Are there going to be any good news in the near future?”

“How many children are you two planning on having?”

“It’d be best to have the children at the beginning of your marriage before you two get too old for it.”

Your tongue poked your inner cheek and you sighed in slight annoyance. That single bottle of red wine will not last you long enough. And you could tell from the look that Jaehyun gave you cheekily that he shared the same thoughts.

To be honest, you didn’t even know if children were in the plans.

Your relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t at a stage where you two can discuss this matter freely. Just thinking about it, even by yourself, was embarrassing.

Hell, your relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t even at a stage where you two can even produce the very children your parents were talking about.

“To be honest, I think that three children is perfect,” Jaehyun said with a smile. “But I think that also depends on my wife since she’s the one giving birth. What do you think, honey?”

You coughed at the nickname that he used that came out of his mouth so naturally. As if that was something he always called you by.

You froze in your seat as all eyes were on you, impatiently waiting for your opinion about the matter. You quickly turned to Jaehyun, eyes wide in panic as you had no idea what to say.

He gave you a teasing smirk and sipped on his wine, probably enjoying this situation more than he should. But he still made no move to help you out despite your silent plea for help.

“Yeah, three children sounds good to me?” you squeaked.

All the elders erupted in laughter at your response and proceeded to discuss your future without the two of you.

“So, three children, huh?”

Jaehyun’s voice was ticklish in your ear.

“Guess we should start pretty soon.”

MONTH 4

It was a bit crazy to see the evolution of your relationship with Jaehyun.

True to his words, Jaehyun did really try his best to make this marriage work. Because of that, there was some sort of tension between the two of you whenever you’d spend time together alone. You didn’t know whether it was sexual or platonic, but you dared to say that there was some sort of connection.

You two often spent time together. If not spending time watching movies together, then it would be grabbing lunch or dinner, or going on small dates whenever you could. It took you two four months before you two finally held hands, but considering how your relationship first started, you’d like to think that it was immense progress.

You two were now even making plans about moving in together.

It made sense for the two of you to live together since you two were married. Not to mention there was no way you were going to move back in with your parents. It was actually Jaehyun’s suggestion that the two of you moved in together, surprisingly. You didn’t expect him to make such suggestion, but you guessed that just showed how dedicated he was to his promise to you.

“Hey, where are you?” you called him as he was almost ten minutes late. “Are you still picking me up?”

“Hey, yes! Sorry, something happened,” he replied, evidently in distress. “I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to pick you up today. I will send over one of my drivers so–”

“Is everything alright? You don’t sound too good.”

“Yes, everything is alright,” he continued. “I’m sorry that I can’t pick you up. I know we said that we were going to go furniture shopping today.”

“Don’t be. We can always go another time,” you told him. “And don’t worry about the ride. I’ll ask Doyoung to give me a ride home or something.”

You almost gasped at your words, remembering that Jaehyun didn’t like it whenever you would hang out with Doyoung. You knew that he didn’t mean to be controlling over who you hung out with. But to be fair, Doyoung was your ex-boyfriend and your colleague.

You thought that Jaehyun would say something, especially since he would always grumble about how you had to meet up with Doyoung at some times. But he didn’t, which admittedly, was more surprising than expected.

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll call you later tonight!”

If anything, it seemed like Jaehyun was so preoccupied that he didn’t even register who were you going to ask a ride from.

Jaehyun was never one to reschedule things. He disliked being flaky. If anything, he would always tell you in advance if plans needed to be changed.

You had a gnawing feeling at the pit of your stomach, eating you away for some odd reason.

But you pushed it down as you told yourself that it was probably nothing. If it was anything important, Jaehyun would definitely let you know.

If only you had listened to your guts that night.

LAST MONTH

“I’m sorry to ask this of you.”

You wanted to laugh at the pitiful situation you were in, but you could only stare at Jaehyun and Chaeyoung in disbelief.

The room was unbearably silent. Jaehyun’s apology echoed in your ears. The ticking sound that the clock in your office made sounded louder than usual. Blood rushed to your ears, the rhythmic thumping of your heartbeat was somehow comforting yet agonizing at the same time.

“You’re one of the best surgical oncologist in the country,” Jaehyun continued. “I didn’t know who else to ask.”

Anybody but me, you wanted to say. You could have asked anybody but me.

“The other doctors we’ve seen so far all recommended that we come and see you. They say you’re the best there is, and if we were to treat a tumour of this size, only you could do it.”

Shut up. Please shut up.

You weren’t one to believe in karma. But you also liked to believe that due to everything—the hell—you had been through due to Jaehyun and Chaeyoung, that you wouldn’t be on the receiving end of karma.

But karma was a bitch.

And, so was cancer.

“Please.”

Don’t ask me to treat her.

Please don’t ask me to treat her.

“Please save Chaeyoung,” Jaehyun begged. “I will do anything. Anything you ask me, if you can just save her.”

You stole a glance over at the circled number on your calendar, wondering if Jaehyun even knew what day it was. If he was just the slightest aware of what exactly was he asking of you.

You knew you should have listened to your guts last month.

You knew that you should have probed him further.

You should have known the second he started picking you up less often. Started calling you less often. Started spending less time with you often.

You should have known.

And you hated yourself for trusting Jaehyun.

For trusting his word.

“Today’s the last day of the five-months mark you gave me.”

Jaehyun’s eyes widened in horror, as if just realizing the dire, sticky situation he was in at the moment. There was the slightest hesitation in his brown orbs, but quickly blinked it away just like a mirage.

He forgot.

Of course, he did.

“I’m sorry.”

You needed him to stop apologizing.

You needed him to stop apologizing when–

“–you don’t even mean it.”

Jaehyun looked away from your stare, unable to face you. Chaeyoung was the same, her eyes facing her lap, as if humbled by her situation.

But you took an oath.

Your professional feelings overtook your personal ones. And for the first time, you hated that part of yourself. That rationality that allowed you to cut off your emotions just like that.

Because the only thing you wanted to do at the moment was to scream and crawl into your bed, to hide yourself away from the reality that was presented to you.

“Go see the nurse outside of my office. She’ll set up an appointment for you.”

Both of them sighed in relief.

You never hated a sight so much before.

You never hated yourself so much before.

“And Jaehyun?”

His delighted smile momentarily dropped the second he saw the serious expression that you were sporting, all signs of hope and amusement gone.

“Don’t you dare talk or contact me ever again.”

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sugcrkisses · 10 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— anya kravtsova.

SPEECH.

ㅤㅤOF SPOKEN LANGUAGES : english, russian, spanish, french, chinese, german ㅤㅤTONE OF VOICE : firm, confident, snarky, casual, playful ㅤㅤDEMEANOUR : confident, composed, aggressive (sometimes) ㅤㅤPOSTURE : confident, tense and ready to fight ㅤㅤHABITS : keeping a knife on her at all times

COMPLEXITY.

ㅤㅤVOCABULARY : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ㅤㅤEMOTION : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ ㅤㅤSENTENCE STRUCTURE : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻

PROFANITY.

ㅤㅤFREQUENCY : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ㅤㅤCREATIVITY : ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ ㅤㅤBOLD ALL THAT APPLY : arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. dickhead. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy. dipshit. ㅤㅤGIVEN PROPER RELIGIOUS CONTEXT : christ. christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. christ on a crutch. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord sithis have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus. seven hells. ㅤㅤTHIS OR THAT : contractions or enunciation ? straightforward or cryptic ? jargon or toned ? complexity or simplicity ? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ? formalities or abrasiveness ? praise or equivocation ? frankness or lies ? excessive or minimal hand gestures ? name - calling or magnanimity ? friendly or blunt nicknames ?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

ㅤㅤDO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME UNDERSTANDING OR HEARING YOUR CHARACTER ? almost always. frequently. rarely. never. ㅤㅤDOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK ? almost always. frequently. sometimes. rarely. never. ㅤㅤWOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS ? almost always. frequently. sometimes. rarely. never. ㅤㅤWOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS ? almost always. frequently. sometimes. rarely. never. ㅤㅤWOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘ WHOM ’ IN A SENTENCE ? yes. no. only ironically. ㅤㅤYOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT, WHAT WORD DO THEY USE ? but. though. although. however. perhaps. mayhaps. ㅤㅤHOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS ? walk away. ask if that’s everything. say that that’s everything. give a proper goodbye. tell their company they’re done here. remain quiet. they don’t. ㅤㅤHOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER ADDRESS OTHERS ? titles. first names. surnames. full names. nicknames. ㅤㅤWHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO AFTER HEARING THEM SPEAK ? upper. middle. working. lower. ㅤㅤIN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS ? accent. vocabulary. tone. level. politeness. brusqueness. it doesn’t.

ㅤㅤㅤTAGGED BY: @narratingthetruth ㅤㅤㅤTAGGING: @rosesdieinaweek (endora), @wynterlanding, @frxntlines (topher)

#ANYA ✧ { мυѕιηgѕ }

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taylortruther · 2 years

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Oh please.. Taylor in that movie is more of a small segment of the fandom mess, not media. You think the media would go after Margot, Chris Tucker, Anya for being in a Dor movie when he’s released 3-4 films since the allegations and nada? Fans will Bitch about it for a few days until she releases tour dates. Then it’ll be “Hunger Games”to fetch concert tickets.

i don't know why this message is so snarky, no one said the media was going after the cast dsfajkl

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yocalio · 4 years

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I 100% stand by all you have to say about Dany/Jon/actors being dumb/Emilia being adorable and I love your blog as a whole, but on the Witcher front... I read 1 ½ books, and watched the Netflix series... And Yen is so different. In the show she's like a whiny teen who can't own up to her choices, and the books she's.. well, a bitch, but a likable one. I fell in love with her when she bamboozled geralt. I hear w3 isnt great for her either, but much better than the show. Do you differentiate them?

First off thank you for the support! I'm beginning to get a little controversial on here these days I guess lol.🤷‍♀️ I'm very glad you're enjoying the blog! 😁

This is a fun ask! Yes, I do differentiate them. The book is law and the rest are just adaptations to me and I try and judge them according to the medium in which they're told. I guess I never thought of show!Yennefer as whiney because I have that history with Yen. I always knew where she was coming from far before the show needed to explain it and I think they've done alright with her thus far. I bet this next season we'll get more of the calm, softer side to Yen. Season 1 was just a crash course introduction. Anya has quite frankly stolen the show for me and I wish her all the success in the world for landing such a coveted role. Yennefer is like the new Scarlett O'hara. She's a gift to play for any serious actress.

As for TW3, I think it's my favorite on screen adaptation of the character thus far. She may be stuck in her "Last Wish" persona a bit too much for my taste and they really skimped on the importance of her and Ciri's relationship, but overall it was pretty damn spot on and the way her and Geralt's dialogue is written is perfection. The voice acting for the character done by Denise Gough is alone some of the best work done in a video game to date. That's fact. If you think book Yen is a likable snarky bitch, then TW3 won't let you down. She's just so - 🥰❤😍

#ask #the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg

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nightincrow · 4 years

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ok i watched the whole season of the witcher yesterday, but i needed time to..think. my overall opinion is very mixed. there were things that i liked, but also things which i hated. cavill’s geralt had moments when i was like “yes! that’s book!geralt”, but other times he was so ooc it was painful. like, yeah, geralt is grumpy, but he’s not mute. also his relationship with jaskier...i’m literally devasted. geralt might not be the most open about feelings person, he banters with jaskier and makes snarky comments a lot, but in the netflix series he was downright hostile and aggresive towards him. the scene when he punched him in the stomach...bitch what the fuck!!! on the side note i love joey’s portrayal of jaskier, he’s just the way i imagined him. yes, he’s mostly comedic relief, but i guess it was hard to put some deep™ conversation with geralt when he either ignores him or wants to kill him all the time. yennefer’s origin story was nice and i liked anya’s acting. she was...gentler?? than book!yen, but i’m blaming the script, i believe anya could handle bitchy yen, she just didn’t get chance to do it. i really like that they didn’t go with the ugly duckling story and yen gaining confidence and her strong character only after she becomes beautiful. she was still “herself” pre-transformation. her relationship with geralt has potential, but it lacks something. development, i think. at the end of last wish ep we should feel that there was this instant deep feeling between them. yes, it’s not the easiest thing to do, but i feel like they didn’t even try. it was just yen and geralt going for a quick fuck in ruins, when in the books it was such a emotional scene. i liked freya as ciri, she showed her naive and fragile side, at the same time remaining quite resourceful, but i just feel like the ciri’s arc was so unnecessary. they literally could do her whole story in the last 3 eps, instead we got 8 eps of ciri running around and being miserable. also the fact that she meets geralt for the first time at the end in yurga’s house... what was the point of her being in brokilon without geralt there? in the books it was supposed to show geralt that she’s his destiny and he can’t run away from it and at the same time they made some bond. i could talk much much longer about many things, but i don’t want to make this any longer (if anyone actually read this thank you akjdhjskad). i think the series suffered the most bc of the multiple timelines and trying to stick the short stories and original content into one story. since the 2nd season will adapt blood of elves (i think?) it should be better bc of linear narrative. ANYWAY feel free to ask me anything or discuss with me about things i complained about (or liked!)

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #geralt #jaskier #yennefer #ciri #tw netflix #at least toss a coin to your witcher slaps thank you joey

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incorrectly-quoted-queers · 4 years

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Ooo Ooo Ooo!!! Shakarian dancing in the rain and saying their first I love yous!!!!!!

I like this lots, especially since my Anya Shepard Femshep is an ex-ballerina. I am so hyped, thank you for the prompt! It’s sooooo cute

It kinda got out of control but oh well!!!

....

The last time she had been on Anhur, it wasn’t a great memory. Her new unit had been sent there to keep an eye on the racial unrest between the Batarians and humans on the planet. She spent half of it stressed and lonely, the other half still mourning the unburied squad on Akuze.

But fuck, was the planet beautiful. Late night walks across the city gardens, staring up at the stars, were the thing that kept her floating. And the first time she felt an Anhur rain on her skin, Anya found a secluded park bench and cried for the first time since her friends died.

Then she got transferred to Captain Anderson’s ship and she became the Commander everyone needed her to be.

While it wasn’t a paradise, Anhur was dear to her heart. And today was supposed to be special, too.

Of course, though, the rain wasn’t exactly agreeing.

Tucked under a large tree, Anya was cuddled up close to a carapace she knew very well, his arm resting lazily behind her back, her arms crossed over her knees. As the water poured from the skies, masking them under the boughs, it was so heavy and thick, Anya Shepard sighed.

There went her wholesome date idea. Leaning into Garrus’ shoulder, Anya said, “Sorry that the date’s ruined.” She snorted and threw her arms out, gesturing at the wet landscape around them. If she didn’t laugh, she might’ve been frustrated enough to cry, so that was definitely off the table. “Typical that I try to show off my favorite planet and instead it starts raining.”

“When has a mission ever gone quite right?” Garrus met her eyes, those bright blue irises of his one of her favorite views in the galaxy. He was doing his smirk thing, where he was being snarky and sarcastic to try to cheer her up. Anya hated it, but it worked every time. He shrugged and chuckled, adding, “Granted, this is a date, not a shoot-off with mercs, but hey...” The Turian cocked his head sideways, looked around like trying to find some silver lining. “At least it’s pretty, underneath all the....wetness.”

Again, Anya found herself snorting out a laugh before bumping his shoulder with hers. “Thanks for pretending this is still a good date.”

Behind her back, his talons grabbed her waist and squeezed. “Every date with you is a good one.”

“Has a single one not ended in disaster?” Rolling her eyes, she did add, “I mean, it’s not mercs this time, but still.”

Garrus didn’t seem to have an answer for that. He didn’t have to. They were meant to have a romantic little nature walk and to head to her favorite spot and dance in the moonlight. It was embarrassing and cheesy, but finding new places to dance was sort of their... thing now. And she couldn’t even override the bittersweet aftertaste of Anhur without everything going sideways.

There was something beautiful about this place, that it was somewhere where she fell apart and got her first glimmers of hope back in her life. But Anya brought Garrus here because she wanted to like it even more.

Instead, they were idiots, hiding under a tree. Frowning into her palm, Anya exhaled before rubbing her neck and asking the obvious, “What are we supposed to do now?”

After a thoughtful, still moment, Garrus stood up and said, “What we came here to do.”

“Garrus, I don’t think this starlight waltz on Anhur is going to work when it’s pouring.”

“Says you.” She didn’t know what this idiot was up to. She opened her mouth to ask him what the hell he was doing, but he was faster than her.

And with a swift, gentle grab of her hand, he pulled her up off the ground and into the rain.

When the lukewarm rain hit her face, Anya squeaked in surprise. “Oh my god!” On instinct, when he launched her up here, her hands grabbed onto his shoulders. But not his talons were on the small of her back, holding her close. Anya couldn’t help but sputter, “You’re insane.” Then, she caressed his cheek with his hand and was the practical one here. Because no matter how cute whimsical rain-dancing was, she knew Turian physiology by now. “You’re going to get a cold.”

“You’re worth it.” He pressed his forehead to hers, a soft, easy gesture that they’d picked up from Turian customs and made their own. For Turians, it was a sign of trust, letting people that close. But for them? It was a promise.

Garrus pulled her free hand to his own and, using his stupid, handsome smirk to his advantage, said, “Now get to the dancing part, ballerina.”

Even though every bone in her wanted to stay the responsible one, it was in her nature when it came to her team, she couldn’t resist that damned smile of his. Anya took the lead and started twirling them around the soaked courtyard, side-stepping left and right and giggling as her bigger steps made waves of water ripple at their feet.

Years ago, when they started this dance of theirs, Garrus somehow had three left feet instead of two. Her toes were always getting stepped on and he was so self-conscious. But here, dancing in the rain?

He was no professional, but he was taking her breath away and sweeping her off her feet. But maybe it was because she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

After more dancing than she’d done in years, and the edges of her dress were making miniature rainstorms with each twirl, they collapsed back under the tree.

And if almost on cue, Garrus sniffled.

With a sigh, Anya wiped his already dripping nose with her sleeve (fuck that jacket anyway) and said, “I told you that you’d get sick.”

Normally, Garrus took sniffling very seriously. Turians weren’t good patients, and even more so hated colds. The one time he caught the flu, Chakwas had to practically restrain him and every three minutes she kept getting texts about him being pissed about isolation, feeling chilly, and how he would kill Grunt for giving it to him.

It was cute, honestly, especially when she got to torment him about it.

But today, he was still smiling and his talons moved to play with the ends of her hair. Anya’s breath caught in her throat. Garrus shook his head and said, “Did you see you out there, though?” Then his eyes flicked to hers and he looked overwhelmed, in a way she hadn’t seen before.

Scratch that. She did. The first time he looked at her after thinking she’d been two years. It was like seeing her alive after losing her. “I just want to see you smile like that again. With everything going on...”

Anya scooted closer and nodded. “I know.” She pulled his free talon into her lap and ran her fingers across the creases, the knuckles, until she couldn’t help but twine her hand with his. Though she wasn’t even looking at him, she couldn’t shut up the smile creeping onto her lips. “To think, a Turian was willing to dance in the rain just to make me smile.”

Twirling a large, wet collection of strands around his talon, he said, all smug: “A rare sight indeed. You should feel honored.”

“Fuck yes I do. You’re shivering.” Anya moved closer, trying to share her body warmth with her stupid, cold, wonderful Turian. But there was more to it, this swelling in her chest she felt before on Anhur, but this time it didn’t hurt. This time, it was a beacon of warmth in the cold autumn rain.

Before she’d dare to chicken out, because she couldn’t keep fighting this war without telling him, Anya looked up in Garrus’ eyes and admitted, “I love you, you know, Garrus Vakarian.”

His eyes widened a little before he coughed. “I didn’t know. But I like knowing.” She almost started laughing at the thought of him not knowing. Of all things, Anya was pretty sure she’d always been tragically obviously about it. He buried his talon in her hair, though, pulled her face closer to his, and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you, too, Anya Shepard.”

And then they promised the human way, mouths pressed together, too.

While Anya could spend forever under this tree, basking in the glow of loving someone and being loved, she could feel his chest shiver again under her palm.

Pulling away, Anya cocked her head towards the city.. “Now let’s get you somewhere warm. If I learned one thing from your bitching on Noveria, it’s that Turians do not like the cold.” Anya stood and pulled Garrus up from the ground. With expressive, waggling eyebrows, she promised, “We can even get you cuddled up in our hotel room with extra blankets and the heater turned up.”

Garrus slung an arm around her shoulder with a contented noise. “Mmm. Now I really love you.”

Raising an eyebrow, Anya peered at him and asked, “Oh? You didn’t really love me before?”

“Can you blame me? Promises of warmth takes romance to a whole new level for a Turian.”

“Sure it does, big guy.”

And they walked back to their room, cuddled close, giggling about all their stupid banter, making every little touch and promise that made them smile.

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venomblastings · 5 years

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what are your thoughts about spider gwen?

a lot, and very negative

i think she had potential as a character. i think they could have done a lot with “gwen being spider-woman” similar to how they’ve done it with MJ in the past, but gwen feels like a genderbent peter parker who’s original writer talks about how much of a feminist he is, when he’s really just writing peter parker with a hood on. and not ben reilly.

i’m not saying everyone has to hate her because i do, but i thoroughly do not enjoy her. at first she was eclipsing jess in the spider-woman name thing, which i was Very Annoyed By, but also her universe and the world building was just so… bad. no one could decide a personality for her. no one could decide if she was angsty, snarky, funny, serious, if she loved peter parker, if they were just friends… and to be honest her personality still does fluctuate a lot??? like in the spider-woman seires dennis hopeless wrote her as kind of surly, which i thought was neat, but then in the main spider-verse book she was just kind of… …. well, slott can’t write women so she was just there to help peter’s feelings uwu and then in her solo book she felt like. just a narrator.

speaking of her solo book. i literally did not know how old she was supposed to be. so there’s a moment in spider-verse where she’s like… touching 616 peter’s face and it seems like they’re supposed to be the same age, but NOW in the solicits she’s finally going to college, which would make her…. 18 at the oldest, seeing as she was shown in school ? so that’s icky ! very icky! and the age thing aside, the narrative has built gwen to be this bad ass character who everyone admires when like. she gets her ass kicked in every story. i stopped reading after a while because she just keeps getting her ass handed to her, then being late for band practice where they made mary jane a total rich snobby bitch character??? so like. we can’t have gwen AND mj co-existing we have to make one more likeable !!!

that’s sexism babeys !

yeah i have problems with her, her universe, the influx of “gwen” characters, the eclipsing of other spider-women (ANYA AND CINDY ARE POC AND GWEN GETS THE SPOTLIGHT OVER THEM, HUH?) and everything else i just. don’t like her. at all.

#( ▽ listen up bitchcakes | answered )#anonymous #so this was longer than i thought it was gonna be

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opheliagardinier · 6 years

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jamboree (part ii)

Aight so as I told Bri and Ester we’ve all had a lot of life recently so it took me longer than I wanted to get this done. I was hoping to finish up on a couple backlogged fics but alas- no luck. Anyway sorry, again and I hope you enjoy.

Thank you so much to Ester @wyattschreave for the RP and making me cry and thank you to Anya @ladyvivienneloyola for putting up with my shit (and the RP). Also a huge thank you to my weather bitching buddy, Lemon @darcyduncan who always encourages me- even if she supports France.

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I stayed outside for a bit longer before heading back inside. There were some things I needed to think over and a ballroom mostly filled with a whole bunch of strangers just wasn’t the place to do it.

Avoiding Ben may have been in the past but I had yet to talk with Wyatt since the “incident”. I was ready to just bury the hatchet and get the whole thing over with. He may not have known it but I really did want to be on good terms with Wyatt. I thought maybe if we got past all the shit maybe we be a bit more than two people awkwardly sharing the same home.

I headed to the bar first and ordered a drink, then after spotting Wyatt, I made my way over. He turned around seemingly surprised that I’d tapped him on the shoulder.

“Um... hello there.”

“Hi.” I gave him an awkward smile and held out the drink. “Can we talk?”

He cleared his throat as he stared down at me. At first, I was uncomfortable but then I shrugged off the feeling.

Be confident.

“Last time we had a conversation while you were drinking, it didn’t end well.”

Well, that was a bit bitter sounding… It didn’t matter. I shouldn’t let a small comment get to me.

“The drink isn't for me.” I jiggled the glass just a bit. “It's for you. And I'll be nice- or at least I'll try to be.”

He took the glass with some hesitation, seeming to inspect it. Wyatt was acting like I was going to poison him. If I wanted him dead I wasn’t going to commit the murder in a room full of his family, foreign dignitaries, and the palace guard.

“I... don’t drink unless I know what it is I’m drinking. It’s one of the important rules now.”

“It's an Old Etonian.” I let out a small but breathy laugh.

Wyatt gave the drink a better look as he took it from me. After muttering a complaint about how it was missing the orange peel he took a sip. He took a longer second drink when he was able to confirm it was the drink I’d said. I swallowed nervously.

“Whoa there... Slow down…”

“It’s my first drink, relax.” He told me, staring at me as he pulled the glass away from his lips.

“Still,” I mumbled, looking around the room.

Over the night I began to feel more and more like a zoo attraction. All of the guests that weren’t Selected or the royal family had seemingly been sizing each of us up all night. With over half the girls gone people were able to get a better sense of what they could expect from their soon-to-be princess and it showed.

“Why are you so on edge?” Wyatt asked, shifting awkwardly.

“I'm not?” I looked back at him with a frown.

“You seem unsure about that as well.” He mused, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Well, I didn't really come over here to talk about that.” I tilted my head to the side.

Moments later my eyes scanned the room for his brother. It would have been hard to miss him considering that he was surrounded by a whole bunch of stuffy looking old men- more advisors probably. When I glanced over at Wyatt I saw that his gaze had followed my own and he seemed to hesitate again.

“Um, listen, about that night and what I said...Ben told me I wasn’t entirely right nor wrong. I mean, I know there’s no real reason for me to apologize in theory, but I still feel like I should, so…” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry either way.”

I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again. As I stared up at Wyatt I grappled with what to say next. I wasn’t over what had happened- even if I’d been trying to pretend I was around Ben.

“You're really putting me on the spot here, but I guess I'm sorry too.” I looked between the brothers once more. “Did he... tell you...?”

He gave me a slow nod. Of course, he did. I could feel the anger begin to boil up inside me.

“He explained. I guess I’m glad I was wrong. Not to say that I’m glad for what did happen. At all. I just meant—” He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Never mind.”

“Does no one in this family respect confidentiality?” I shook my head with a frown.

“He only told me because of what I‘d gathered from our conversation.” Wyatt returned the look. “ You think it was wrong of me to tell him in the first place?”

“What I think doesn't matter now, does it?” I quipped.

I’d learned that early on. What I actually thought or did didn’t matter in the long run. I had little control over the way things happened.

Wyatt’s frown deepened. I wasn’t sure he’d say anything- but then the word vomit came out.

“I don’t appreciate you getting all snarky when you didn’t even say I was wrong. If you’d told me not to tell anyone that would’ve been different. I would’ve taken the thought to my grave. But you didn’t even react...and I understood. I told Ben I was probably wrong. That I had no proof because I didn’t pry for more information than what I’d simply been given. I wasn’t going to demand an answer from you when you don’t even know me. Especially not when you were tipsy.”

He shook his head as I stood there dumbfounded, tilting my head as I clung to every word.

“I’m sorry if you don’t get that I’d want to tell my brother maybe some things were a bit more complicated than what they seemed, but I don’t need to justify myself. I wasn’t even sharing a secret someone told me. I was sharing things I noticed that seemed to add up to something else.” Wyatt quickly gulped down the rest of his drink and gave it to a passing servant. “Sorry if I ruined your night.”

“Wyatt.” I reached out to catch his elbow as he turned to leave.

I could see him look around, assessing the situation. He’s making sure this isn’t caught my the fucking media- of course, he is. Then he turned back to me with an expression I couldn’t read, causing my frown to soften.

“What's gotten into you...?” I asked, surprised at the worry in my voice.

He rolled his eyes at me, the same way he seemed to always do when he was around me.

“Nothing.” Wyatt glanced around, then looked back to me. “What did you actually want, Ophelia? You claim I invade your privacy when I don’t. But you can do it and it’s fine?”

“It doesn't seem like nothing,” I argued, pulling my hand back. “But you know what, forget it. It's not like you'd tell me if anything was wrong.”

“There doesn’t have to be something wrong. I just think you’re being unfair. I tried my best to deal with a situation and now I’m a prick that doesn’t take your feelings into consideration?” He growled. “Grow up. I actually told you I‘m particular about my personal space and you couldn’t care less. I guess since you’re a girl it’s suddenly fine.”

So I should have respected his personal space more- I’d give him that. But the rest was absolute shit. I smiled slightly, letting out a small laugh.

“Unfair? You grew up in a palace with servants and your every need catered to. You chose to tell your brother something that I wasn't ready to share with him, and certainly not you.” As a servant walked by with a tray I snatched a flute of champagne without thinking. “And as for the space- fine- I won't touch you anymore. Then at least one of us gets to have our wishes respected.”

“I told my brother something because I needed to share it with someone. Uncertainty drives me nuts. I don’t like it.” He told me in a low voice, pulling away. “And also, I’m sorry you have an inferiority complex, but always bringing up how being a prince means I can’t feel bad about shit is wrong. I was born a One as much as you were born a Three or whatever the hell you are. Am I complaining? No, I‘m aware I‘ve had privileges many don’t, but that doesn’t make me any less human. It doesn’t mean I need to always be happy because I’ve got it better than others. If everyone used that mindset to define life, then I could tell you to get over yourself.”

Get over myself…? I felt like my airway was closing and it became harder to breathe.

“That other girls have it way worse than you.” He continued on. “My mother? She was a Six. She lost both her parents when she was barely sixteen and had a little brother to take care of. She couldn’t think about dating or going to clubs or being in media drama with celebrities. You and I? Our issues? If we want to compare, neither of us knows how tough life can be.”

His words struck me hard, leaving me almost speechless. So that’s what he thought of me. I was just some spoiled diva who hadn’t had life as hard as it could have been so my opinions were shit.

My hands began to shake a little as I took a step back. I tried to take a few breaths in,

“I-” I looked down at my glass then lifted it to my lips to take a drink, but stopped short when I remembered I wasn’t drinking.

Unsure of what to do I pulled the glass away, then thrust it into his hands. Some of the champagne spilt onto him, but he didn’t react.

“I'm sorry.” I murmured, then turned to walk off.

I wanted to go back to my room so badly, have a scalding hot bath, then go the fuck to sleep. But I didn’t. Part of me felt like that would be letting Wyatt win. I may not have deserved to enjoy the rest of my night but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let it and because of some ass.

I was outside on the balcony again, facing out towards the garden. My legs dangled over the ledge, letting the cool night breeze blow my dress slightly.

“Oh, I didn't know the balcony was already booked.” I heard a voice come from behind me.

I was thankful that is sounded feminine. Had it been Ben or Wyatt I would have lost it.

“Viv?” I looked over my shoulder in confusion, then to the ledge once more, before looking back to Viv. “I can go if you want.”

She took a sip from the glass of wine she was holding and shook her head.

“No, it's okay. You took this place first.” She clicked her tongue. “Alone time I see.”

“Doesn't have to be alone time…” I hinted. “It would be nice to talk to talk to someone I'm not currently annoyed at or fighting with.”

“Sounds like you need this more than I do.” She sauntered over and let out a snort as she offered me her glass. “Took me a while to convince the bartender to give it to me though. Ass thought I was below 18.”

I eyed the glass. God, I want to. Why does this have to be so hard?

“I'm not drinking right now…” I took a deep breath, as I pulled my legs up and turned around on the railing so I was facing the doors again.

“You're ... refusing wine?” Viv side-eyed me in disbelief but then nodded. “Man, you must be having a rough night then. Who screwed you over?”

I chuckled. Life, Wyatt, Alex… Well, he screwed you over and screwed you… shit... Images flashed through my mind but I shrugged them off. This was not the time or place.

“I actually haven't been drinking for a little while.” I glanced at the ledge and gave Viv a look. You gonna sit here with me or what bitch? “And who hasn't screwed me? Besides you…”

Shit, that sounded bad… no screwing... Not that Viv isn’t amazing. Oh god, what the hell is wrong with you? No, no, nope.

Viv seemed to ignore my comment as she motioned to her dress. Still, she shook her head with a laugh and leaned back against the rail.

“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “Aight, what's wrong?”

I sighed. At least I knew Viv actually wanted to know what was going on and she had a 75% lesser chance of losing her shit on me than Wyatt. She’d also give it to me straight.

“Where to begin…?” I looked at the glass again. “I've ruined what little of a relationship I have with Wyatt for starters... and I've realised despite the fact that I've literally trusted his brother with my life it's not a two-way street.”

Viv pressed her glass to her lips, sighing as she listened to me drone on about my issues. Honestly just bless her for the shit she puts up with.

“Rough night indeed, then.” Her lips pursed. “Do you think the damage is beyond repair?”

“Well- let's see... He told me to grow up, that I have an inferiority complex, to get over myself, and that other girls have had it way worse than me so I don't have a right to bring up how privileged he is-” I stopped to consider, then turned to Viv with a tired smile. “So... what do you think?”

“I think people should definitely start recording whatever the hell is happening right now because this would make some great reality tv.” She snorted and shook her head with a laugh as she spoke. “Honestly? I don't get why all of you people have the best timing when it comes to these things? Can't we all just get along... have a nice night... celebrate a birthday... have some cake?”

“Get along? Oh, I've tried- believe me .” I let out a closed mouth scream. “And that was just one brother... don't even get me started on Benjamin "the perfect" Schreave.”

I swiped Viv’s glass from her hands, which she looked like she was going to protest but then stopped short. A million thoughts ran through my mind as I looked down at the contents of the glass. You know you’re not supposed to drink… It’s bad for-

“Fuck it,” I muttered, then downed the rest of the glass.

“His perfection getting too much for you?” She remarked, looking away from me.

“Like I said…” I flashed my eyes at her. We aren't exactly on equal footing- And I'm starting to feel like I'm just this thing he wants to fix- and yet…”

I shook my head and sighed while she considered. I realised that Viv’s experience wasn’t necessarily mine so it was possible she had to choose her words carefully.

“And yet what?”

“And yet I think something isn't quite right with him…” I confessed, causing Viv to blink in surprise. “I just can't figure out what.”

For a while I’d felt something was off with him, I could just never figure out what. And he’d never tell.

“There's something not right about him?” She asked, raising her eyebrows as she crossed her arms. A concerned look crossed her face before she relaxed slightly.

“He's holding something back- though I don't know what…” I sighed and nodded. “It can't be any worse than what I've done.”

“Everyone's hiding their own secrets. That's a surprise.” She pouted for a moment. “This is the second time I'm saying this tonight but..."

Her face scrunched up a little, seemingly in response to her own words.

“Give yourself time to figure this out.”

“Figure out my life you mean?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

Because damn… Every single day of my life in the palace was figuring out what to do next. I was fairly certain this whole princess thing wasn’t going to pan out for me- not that I wanted it to not work out... It was just a reality.

“Apparently this ball is meant to be super cathartic for my "sister wives" tonight.” Viv reached back and ran her fingers through her ponytail, then shook her head. “But yeah, just figure out whatever stuff you've got going for you right now. Uh... I'm not really good with conflict resolution so...”

“Viv, I've had a few years to figure out my shit, don't worry.” I laughed a little and waved my hand, before noticing Viv seemed not quite uncomfortable but wasn’t exactly at ease. “You okay?”

“Doing wonderful.” She flashed me a smile. “And you can stop worrying about your life for now. You can do that tomorrow. Haven't you heard? There's a party going on inside and they're about to cut the cake. My insider has told me that it's chocolate with coffee flavoured frosting and caramel drizzled over it.”

I had decided earlier in the evening that I would be forgoing the cake, but I couldn’t say not to Viv. And if the cake had chocolate and coffee I had to have some.

“You're right.” I nodded looking back towards the doors, then glanced back to her and shook the empty glass. “And besides- I think I'm going to need a lot more of this.”

Viv chuckled a little and nodded as she locked arms with me.

“It's an open bar tonight.” She snorted, leading us back towards the doors. “So good luck.”

I shook my head. Just my luck.

“Clearly no one warned the caterers that I'd be here... Or else they'd have known an open bar was a bad idea.”

#ophelia gardinier #ophelia #fee #selectionoc #challenge five #wyatt schreave #wyatt #vivienne loyola #Viv

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twoteaspoonsofsuga · 7 years

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No but hear me out and tell me if I’m not right but.

A VIKTUURI/OTAYURI Circus AU

Yuuri Katsuki- All-rounder/Mime (Silks, trapeze, fire twirling etc but specialises in mime because of his hero Viktor starting off in Mime and he loves telling stories but is too shy to address the audience. BUT JUST IMAGINE HIM TRYING TO EXPRESS ALL HIS FEELS THROUGH MIME!)

Viktor Nikiforov- Magician (Can do most things. But like a sexy mysterious magician that keeps Yuuri and the rest of the world guessing.)

Yuri Plisetsky- Gender Fluid Snarky Silks Performer (Need I say more imagine that pretty little thing at 18 just working them silks like the boss Yuri Plisetsky is.)

Otabek Altin- Lion Tamer (who only really is sweet to his animals and to Yuri. Suddenly Yuri loves cats.)

JJ Leroy- Cocky Knife Thrower (And his girlfriend is his assistant but he gets too cocky one day and potentially grievously hurts her)

Pichit – Juggler (Imagine this sweet lil pumpkin having a whale of a time juggling hamsters and shit and sometimes joining Gaung Hong and Leo because he’s light and can be throw easy)

Chris- Snake charmer (Baby’s gonna wrap that shit around his neck and Britney this bitch while making all the anaconda innuendos.)

Sun Gil Lee- Tightrope, balancing. (You know this bitch could deadpan balance on his toe like a king.)

Minami- Happy Clown (He like bounces around a million miles an hour and Yuri makes him wanna do mime and the thought of him and Georgi together makes me wanna piss.)

Leo- Russian Swing / spring board/ acrobat. (But he’s the bottom one. In nothing else but acrobatics and human pyramids.)

Gaung Hong- Same as above. (BUT THIS BOY IS A BOTOM! In everything BUT acrobatics)

Mickey- Trapeze(Weird incesty catching but I will tone down the incest and focus on the fact their trust is actual quite admirable in this profession)

Sala- Trapeze (Weird not so incesty partner.)

Georgi- Clown (A sad MCR one who probably requests to become a ventriloquist and makes a puppet that looks like Anya and like fearing for his sanity Yakov sets him up with the blond aerialist who was replaced by Yuri)

Mila- Strong Woman. (DO NOT TELL ME JUST ANY WOMAN CAN LIFT A 15 YEAR OLD ABOVE THEY HEAD)

Emil- Stilts and balance but is going into trapeze because... (IMAGINE THIS BITCH ON STILTS LIKE HI MICKEY! MICKEY! HEY!)

Minako- Fire twirler/dancer (Probably retiring soon but she was the bomb in her day.)

Mari- Fire eater/ Blower (She boss and shit and besides she’s a smoker… it like a fucking humungous cig)

Yakov- Ring Master (Y’all know he’s into the whip 😉…Now watch him whip! Now watch him BEAT YOU WITH A SHOE BECAUSE YOU STOOPID)

#Yuri on Ice #Yuri On Ice AU #Yuri On Ice Circus AU #Ideas #otayuri #otayura #Viktuuri #Vikturi #Victuri #Victuuri

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clexaao3feed · 7 years

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The Cabin in the Woods

by adrykomclexakru

Clarke was running through the forest like her life depended on it, because it did, oh boy it did.

She wished she had listened to Raven’s snarky comment the moment they parked in front of the cabin.

“Oh wow, this is like fresh out of a horror movie… This is how POC die… I guess it was nice knowing you all… Gays too." She added looking at Anya and Lexa. "So I guess Griff’s the only one that will make it through, you better tell our story bitch.”

“I’m bisexual.” She had replied rolling her eyes.

Words: 1717, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Clexa Halloween Week

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Lincoln (The 100), Octavia Blake, Anya (The 100), Raven Reyes

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa

Additional Tags: clexa halloween week, Clexa Week 2017, DAY 1 HORROR MOVIE

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'The 100 (TV)'#clexa #the 100 #commander lexa #clarke griffin #clarklexa #c

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TELL EVERYONE ABOUT THE HELL HOILDAY LAST YEAR

OH MY FUCK OK SO

this is related to the post i made abt the music association thing and the Hell Holiday is basically the reason i cant listen to mix tape anymore i swear to god this fucking holiday made me lose years off my life expectancy-

backstory: i went on a school trip to france prior to the hell holiday. i was the only responsible kid on said trip and saved all my money so when we were on the way back home i was deadass the only kid who had more than £10 left for food. anyway, this one girl who hung around with us had no money left so i bought her food and a drink and she was so grateful she told her parents who invited me to go to this adventure park place with them in the summer. me, being a broke ass bitch who, at this time, didn’t mind said girl and had ALWAYS wanted to visit said adventure park, said yes and packed to go.

from the start, it was a fucking shitshow. i stayed with this girl for approximately six days, three of which were in the adventure park, three at her house. the first day, we went to the cinema, where she proceeded to ignore me, speak over me and yell at me the whole day. her parents were strict to the point where we were sent to bed at eight o'clock. DURING SCHOOL HOLIDAYS. the second day went no better, with me getting my period, her being overly snide and dismissive, refusing to talk to me, taking complete control over everything, not packing for the trip and then yelling at me, confiscating MY headphones when i listened to music. but i figured, hey, she’s probably just antsy bc she’s bored.

BOY WAS I WRONG

on the car journey to the adventure park, she refused to talk to me. WE WERE IN THE CAR FOR TWO HOURS AND SHE SPOKE TO ME NOT ONCE. TO THE POINT WHERE EVEN HER PARENTS COMMENTED ON IT. and just when we FINALLY arrived, she dragged me straight off to go swimming.

as i mentioned, i was on my period. i bleed extremely heavily, and although i won’t give out my age, i’m a fairly young teen. this was the first time i’d ever used a tampon. repeat. I WAS YOUNG, ALONE, UNFAMILIAR WITH MY SURROUNDINGS AND JUST LEFT TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO USE A TAMPON WITH ZERO SYMPATHY AND AN ORDER TO HURRY UP. being so inexperienced, i did it wrong, so i had to leave after half an hour to redo it. except i found out they locked my back in their locker, which would’ve been fine except i was bleeding everywhere and locked in a toilet cubicle?? anyway the girl eventually found me, yelled at me, got my bag and yelled at me when i went back out to the pool.

this got no better throughout the day. we were given bikes to get around with, and her parent SPECIFICALLY ASKED ME TO LEAD HER SINCE I WAS MORE EXPERIENCED WITH ROAD CYCLING. the MOMENT this bitch’s parents were gone, she yelled at me and forced me to go behind her, which would’ve been fine except this hoe was in high school and could barely ride a bike, so we spent half an hour on a ten minute ride because of how much she stopped and started. one time, she stopped and started so rapidly that i accidentally rammed into her. she screamed at me despite me apologising profusely, checking her over and offering to go ahead so it wouldnt happen again. (spoiler; she said no)

you know how i said i was on my period? this is VERY important. i’d like to stress through the whole holiday that this girl was rude to me whenever i was in pain or tired or lethargic, all things to do with being on my period. evenings were spent with her ignoring and yelling at me, then complaining that i was too quiet and rude. she did a bunch of other nasty shit to me, which i’ll elaborate on later, including the part where she abandoned me in a forest.

now, i was visibly upset, and her parents were genuinely so sweet to me. they made an effort to include me, to buy me drinks and to hold a conversation with me. her parents were the best part of that fucking holiday, even if they did make us go to bed at eight o'clock.

the night of the first day wasnt that bad, apart from a few awkward conversations about phone charging arrangements. but overall, i woke up feeling like maybe it wouldnt be so bad. BOY WAS I WRONG. this was when i was at the peak of my instagram friendships, and i had two best friends, people i’ll call Tara and Anya (not their real names). tara and anya were the reason i survived that fucking holiday i stg when this bitch made me cry (which was often) they were always there. THEY ARE VERY IMPORTANT LATER IN THIS STORY.

next day, still on my period, things went a tad better. me and the girl did archery - a disaster, by the way, with her mocking me and calling me names - and we went swimming again, which went marginally better. unfortunately, evening activities were fucking SHIT. this bitch screamed at me for having a period and taking painkillers, telling me i could just stop if i wanted to, then bagsied the first shower home despite the fact i was bleeding and had a tampon that i needed to change. our room had the only shower and there was no fucking way i was going to use her parents’ bathroom (besides, she locked me out of our room so i couldnt get fresh tampons anyway). i ended up removing my tampon very quickly (and since i actually inserted it properly this time, it hurt like a bitch and i cried).

however, wifh zero access to the room with all my period products i had to sit in a pool of my own blood, practically crying, for ten to twenty minutes while she showered. i repeat. I, A SCARED YOUNG TEEN IN AN UNFAMILIAR SETTING, HAD TO SIT IN A POOL OF MY OWN BLOOD BECAUSE THE GIRL I WAS STAYING WITH WOULDNT LET ME USE THE BATHROOM FIRST. and when i did finally get to use the bathroom, she made snarky comments when i took sanitary products with me.

evening entertainment was a shitshow. she ignored me, took my money, ignored me some more and then mocked me for calling my mum. i ended up faking sleep early just so i didnt have to listen to her. and yet that was one of the better days.

THE NEXT DAY, I GOT LOCKED OUT OF THEIR FUCKING CABIN.

we decided to race to this beach area before meeting at the fencing complex. unfortunately, i had never been to this park before, as i said, so i got hopelessly lost. i decided to cycle to the main metro area in the park because thats where fencing was. i hoped they’d meet me there. they didn’t. i’d left my phone inside. i cycled there and back to the cabin at least four times looking for them and crying before eventually giving up and sitting outside the cabin, where a cleaner ended up taking pity on me and letting me in. i proceeded to run indoors and cry for a straight half hour, while my friends tried to console me.

i was inundated with angry texts. her only response when i told her what happened was “you wasted fencing.” as a poor girl who had always wanted to try fencing, this made me even more upset.

we did end up going to the beach place after they returned, but the girl made me row her everywhere and complained when i asked to swap. we went swimming again, and i was so cramped up that i swam for maybe half an hour before getting out and sitting on the poolside, reading and talking to my friends. this girl, whose parents had told me explicitly that i could sit by myself if i didnt want to swim, screamed at me for wasting the water. i cried again.

now we get to the part where she FUCKING ABANDONED ME IN THE WOODS.

i went back to the cabin early, and her parents decided to show us a clubhouse area. they left straight afterwards, leaving us to our own devices. we messed around a bit, and then she said to me, and i quote,“stop following me.”i didnt know the area, where to go, or what was available to do. so i sat down and texted tara and anya, who made me laugh. until this girl fucking upped and left, not before calling me slow and stupid, and left me. alone. in the woods by myself with nobody there.

I WAS LEFT IN THE FUCKING WOODS ALONE AT SEVEN O CLOCK AT NIGHT.

luckily, my gay ass remembered the way back because there were some pretty distinctive paths and bushes on the way there, so i returned safely. her parents asked me where she was, and i lied and said we decided to split up.

she didnt come back after half an hour, so her dad borrowed mg bike and found her. she then said I left HER and then pretended to be sick and ignored me all night. (in case ur wondering how i knew her bitch ass was faking, she was perfectly fine after dinner.)

the final day, the day of leaving, we walked around a bit, and i spoke mostly to her mum. i had a pounding headache, and she took notice and dragged us inside in the shade. her parents truly were blessings, as i said. the hoe ignored me, per usual, screamed at me, per usual, and at breakfast after she made me very uncomfortable and asked very personal questions about my financial situation. when we FINALLY left, she called me ungrateful for reading on my phone and staying inside when she went to get snacks. when we got back to her place, she totally ignored me and went outside, leaving me alone to wait for my dad to pick me up.

when i left, she didnt even say goodbye, despite me getting her attention many times.

in other words, that holiday has made me distrust her completely to the point where when i was asked if i’d be okay sharing a room with her on another trip after, i flat out said no and chose the only other people (homophobes who all ignored me) to share with instead.

on the bright side, that holiday made me talk to my friends so much that i ended up becoming super close with my current squad, so theres that.

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