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imo, the biggest changes between the comics and the Black Widow Movie (talking about characters)
(Dreykov dowsn't stand a chance against the headmistress.)
(I already talked about how they should've used Anya)
#marvel#black widow#marvel comics#mcu#natasha romanoff#black widow comic#marvel rant#headmistress anya#anya#antonia dreykov#marvel dreykov#marvel red room#the red room#red room#marvel cinematic universe
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will never understand why they made Antonia taskmaster when Nat literally has her own supporting character from HER OWN COMICS that’s a villain whose the daughter of a red room director(?)
wouldn’t even have change the names if they were that adamant on naming her Antonia bc it’s not that different from Anya
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AND WHAT HAPPENED TO MADAME B???
#Brown recluse#Black widow v6#WHAT DOES THE B STAND FOR#the way the plot isn’t even that much different than#Black widow 2021#is crazy too like#You basically adapted the damn thing why not stick with it#Antonia dreykov#headmistress anya#black widow#natalia romanova#natasha romanov#natasha romanoff
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Quiet Part 5
Anya rubbed the wash cloth across the polished wood, making sure to get rid of every bit of dirt and grime that could possibly be on the surface. Ace glanced from where he was mopping and smiled.
“You should really be heading to bed, I will finish up here,” he said as he dunked the mop head back into the water.
“But I am not tired! And if I work hard, father will be proud of me,” Anya added as she moved over to the next table.
Ace’s expression shifted to a strain smile. “You have worked hard all day,” he said as he flopped the wet mop onto the floor, cleaning the floor. “Go up to your room and once I am finished up down here, I will be up to tell you a story.”
Anya looked at him with puppy eyes for a moment before humming as she took the rag. “Ok," she said as she put the rag in the water bucket, finding her way to the stares up to her room.
“Don’t forget to lock your door till I come knocking!” he called as he heard her feet thumping up the stairs. There were guests staying in the inn rooms. Ace let out a huff as he stared at the ground.
Ace would love to knock ‘Otus’” teeth in but unfortunately that was not an option for the aasimar. At least not right now. As soon as he was done paying off this never ending debt and out of this contract he was going to find another bag of exploding beans and follow in the ways of Nozu.
Ace was snapped out of his thoughts but the sound of someone tugging on the large double doors. After they were refused once they began to try again and again. Whoever it was clearly was too shitfaced to realized they were closed for the night. Ace huffed as he put the mop back in the bucket.
Ace pushed the door open. “Sorry Buddy we ar- Holy hells, Enver,” Ace looked down at the child.
Enver glared up at him, one eye swollen shut and a number of bruises on his body. “You guys have rooms, right?” the child held open his hand. He had managed to scrounge up three coppers and a gold piece. “I need one.”
“Enver keep your money, what happened?” Ace asked as he bent down.
“It doesn’t matter,” Enver hissed. “Can I stay or not?”
Ace stared down at him and let out a sigh. Enver didn’t need to answer, Ace knew. Ace gave a sigh as he put his metal hand on Enver’s hand. The child almost smacked it away before the mint green light of healing came, soothing and making the injuries fade into nothing. “I can’t get you a room of your own, but if you can stay in Anya’s room with her. I am sure she would be thrilled to have a sleepover. Or if you don’t want her to know you are here, I have a couch.”
“... I will stay with Anya,” Enver muttered.
“OK, I need to finish up down here but her room is up the stairs all the way down the hall on the right. OK?” he asked, Ace shoved a hand into a pocket and pulled out a shiny red apple, handing it to Enver.
Enver took the apple and wasted no time eating almost everything but the seeds. Ace took those from him when he was done. Enver went towards the staircase, giving a glance at Ace before disappearing. Ace watched him before he put his hand over his face, eyes rolling backwards.
Keeping Enver wasn’t an option. As much as Ace would love to simply keep the child here and away from his parents he had one big issue, “Otus”. The bastard had barely agreed to keep Anya around. Another mouth that ‘did nothing’ to keep would be mocked into oblivion no matter what argument Ace managed to pull out his arse. Ace could try talk to some of the staff, and he most certainly would but the fact they were working here well: none of them were in any real place to take care of Enver
His stupid contract prevented him from contacting anyone back home because if he could, well, he probably wouldn’t still be here. Though… if he happened to give a child a boat ticket to Emerald Brig… Enver was a bright kid.
Logos would accept him into the college in a heartbeat. Granted she would see a kid in need and help him anyway. He might even tell her about Anya, get the headmistress to send someone to come and invite her as well.
Maybe if he managed to get there, Enver would even get to meet Coral. If Ace wasn’t mistaken, Coral would be nine so it could be realistically they could be friends…
All great thoughts of course but there was one big issue: Ace had no money and no way to give Enver a boat ticket. Ace shook his head. He would formulate something.
But right now he had to finish chores and get a story ready for both children tonight. Ace finally pulled himself off of the ground.
“Got any 2s?” Enver hadn’t explained where or why he had come into Anya’s room, simply grabbed a deck of cards off her desk and sat down insisting that she shouldn’t question why he was here.
“Go fish.” Anya of course wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She glanced down at her single remaining card once again
“Shit,” Enver muttered as he drew another card, eyes furrowing.
“Got any 7s?”
Enver rolled his eyes as he pulled out his seven, tossing it across the way. Anya grinned as she put the pair together and laid it down neatly with the others. “I win!” Anya cheered as she gathered up the cards. Enver huffed.
‘Whatever, you got lucky.”
Knock, knock knock, knock.
Anya stood up right away, turning around to open the door. Ace stood at the door with a grin.
“Are you two ready for your bedtime story?” he asked.
“Bedtime story?”
“We will be!” Anya shoved the cards into the box she had and placed them back where they were found. She laid on the floor and grabbed a spare blanket from under the bed. Enver’s fingers took hold of the blanket and Anya raised an eyebrow. “You are the guest, you get the bed.”
Enver stared at her for a moment. “... Well- well I just liked that blanket more than the one you have on the bed.”
“Oh!” Anya said as she grabbed the blanket on the bed, yanking it to the ground before throwing the one she had grabbed for herself onto the bed. “Ok.” She bent down and grabbed another blanket to fold up and lay on the ground
Enver huffed as he pulled himself on the bed, pulling the blanket over him, getting comfortable. Ace watched with a small smile on his face as the both of them finally settled down.
“Tell me now, have you heard the story of Icarus?”
“Who?” Enver asked.
“Well dear Enver, that is exactly what I will be answering now isn’t it?” Ace asked as he bent at the waist, holding up a finger before bending back. “Icarus was the son of a great inventor named Daedalus. Daedalus had been tasked with building a great labyrinth that no one could escape by King Minos. Minos had commissioned this labyrinth to capture a horrid beast known as the Minotaur,” Ace put his hands to his head, making bullhorns and letting out a huff. “The king began to shove anyone down in the maze who he wished to punish, of course, for this unsolvable maze to work, no one could be able to figure it out but with the inventor around well- that could cause problems if the trick was explained.”
“So he killed him.”
“No, he did not. After all it would be a waste of his great mind to simply kill him when he could have more uses for it.” Ace said. “Instead he imprisoned both Daedalus and Icarus in a great tower with seemingly no way to escape. However Daedalus was not so convinced so he began to work on how to escape.”
“What did Icarus do?” Enver asked.
“Uh-” Ace paused for a moment. “That is upcoming!” Ace said as he snapped his fingers. “It did not take long for Daedalus to invite wings of feathers and wax.”
“That’s stupid,” Enver said, his eyes narrowing. “They wouldn’t work.”
“Shush! I am trying to enjoy the story, Enver!” Anya said from the floor, throwing her pillow at him
“What! They wouldn’t!” Enver said as he threw the pillow back at her.
“Both of you,” Ace sighed and he shook his head. “They were enchanted wings of feathers and wax. And they could be used to fly them out of their tower however Daedalus warned that should Icarus fly too low, the sea spray would make the wings too heavy and he would be unable to keep flying, however should he fly too high the wings would melt and he would fall.”
“.... Tha-”
“Shush.”
Ace smirked at Anya’s instant cut off of the comment. “Icarus discarded the ladder warning, flying up and up into the sky, he felt on top of the world before just as his father had warned, the wings began to melt and down to the ocean below Icarus fell, ending his sorry tale.”
“.... that was dumb,” Enver said.
“Well there is still a lesson to be learned there, don’t you think?” Ace asked.
Enver crossed his arms. “If it were grounded in any sort of reality maybe,” he said.
“Well still, you need to be careful about your pride is the point of the story, even if it isn’t grounded in reality, Enver!” Anya said.
“Good job on catching the moral of our little tale, Anya,” Ace said as he smiled.
Anya smiled as she settled back down, resting her head on the pillow. Enver rolled his eyes as he laid his head down on his, pulling the soft covers over his head.
“Good night you two, sleep well.”
“Good night.”
“Hmm….”
Ace huffed as he ventured down the stairs. He had a flat head screwdriver and bent down to the floor. He wasn’t paid and any tips he got were given straight to ‘Otus’ however there was one thing that “Otus” couldn’t stop him from doing.
Scrunching up whatever bits of gold had gotten stuck between the floorboards.
He had a long night ahead of him.
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldur gate iii#child enver gortash#bg3 enver gortash#enver x tav#enver flymm#enver gortash#greek mythology
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Watching black widow again and it truly makes me mad how they went about the movie.
Yeah the best parts of the movie is Yelena and Nat’s interactions however, I wish they wouldn’t have brought Antonia in the mix and instead introduced Anya (aka The headmistress daughter)
They should’ve kept Antonia dead (Ik it sounds bad but idc?💀) and truly let Natasha stomp Dreykov’s head in or something. (That death they gave him was trash and unsatisfying.) 🤦🏽♀️
I also didn’t like how they downplayed the severity of the red room and just went with the mind control trope for Yelena and the other widows other than the same thing Natasha went through. They also dropped the ball by not going into further details about Natasha’s past, her missions, how she was mentally…like I should’ve been in the writers room fr 😭
#anyway ignore my rant I guess#I deserved to see unhinged Natasha in her truest form#and another thing…where tf was madame B?#darkwaveho thoughts
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It happens on a Saturday afternoon, she’s sitting playing with a wooden toy train when the headmistress calls her name with a sweet smile on her face gently guiding her to an office where a man and woman stand looking nearly bored out of their minds- as if them being her is a tediousness to them. “Anya, this is Mr. and Mrs’. Klein. They would like to adopt you! Isn’t that wonderful?” She proclaimed happily clasping her hands together.
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FLEUR
FULL NAME: Fleur Isabelle Delacour
SPECIES: witch, 1/4 veela
OCCUPATION: Part-time employee at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, interior decorator
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PHYSICAL
RELATIONSHIPS
FACECLAIM: Anya Taylor-Joy
PRONOUNS: she/her
AGE: 25
BIRTHDATE: September 20
HAIR: blonde
EYES: blue
HEIGHT: 5'6″
ORIENTATION: pansexual
PERSONALITY
MOTHER: Apolline Delacour
FATHER: Renard Delacour
SISTER: Gabrielle Delacour
HUSBAND: Bill Weasley
CHILDREN: Victoire (daughter), Dominique (daughter), Lous (son)
OTHER
MBTI: ESFJ-A / “Consul”
ALIGNMENT: lawful good
TEMPERAMENT: sanguine
ENNEAGRAM: 3
POSITIVES: loyal, loving, compassionate, driven, blunt, perceptive, brave,
NEGATIVES: arrogant, competitive, elitist, snobbish, blunt, defensive,
TAGS
LIKES: romance novels, music she can dance to, singing, lush fabrics, hosting dinners
DISLIKES: being underestimated, Celestina Warbeck, hot weather, laziness, open water
BACKSTORY
Threads
Headcanons
Musings
Inspo
Fleur was quarter-veela, and grew up in France. She grew up with her parents Renard Delacour and her half-veela mother Apolline Delacour. She also had a much younger sister, Gabrielle. Fleur's grandmother was full Veela and at some point contributed a hair, that would later become the core element of Fleur's wand.
Fleur attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, where she worked hard to earn good marks. She excelled at charms, arthimancy, and mathematics.
During her last school year in 1994 she, along with Beauxbatons' Headmistress Madame Olympe Maxime and a dozen other Beauxbatons students travelled to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her school did this to enter in the Triwizard Tournament. They arrived in a huge, powder-blue chariot pulled by roughly a dozen flying horses on 30 October at around 6:00 pm. She laughed derisively during Albus Dumbledore's speech during the Welcoming Feast. Part way through the feast, she walked over to the Gryffindor table to ask Ron Weasley for the bouillabaisse in front of him. On her way back, she caught the eyes of most of the other boys in the hall.
Fleur placed her name in the Goblet of Fire, and during the Hallowe'en Feast, was selected to be Beauxbatons' student representative and Triwizard Champion. While awaiting further instructions in a small room off the Great Hall, she learned that the Goblet of Fire had selected a fourth Champion — Harry Potter. When Ludo Bagman told her what happened, she first thought he was joking, then was surprised and outraged that they were to let a "little boy" compete in the Tournament.
Prior to the First Task, Fleur took part in the Wand weighing ceremony presided over by Garrick Ollivander. After being handed the wand, it produced pink and gold sparks and was confirmed, by Fleur, to contain a Veela hair as a core; a gift from her grandmother. Ollivander described her wand as "inflexible", and in great working condition when it produced a bouquet of flowers without problem. Fleur's entrance into the Tournament was overshadowed in the Daily Prophet due to Harry Potter's participation; she was only mentioned in the last line of Rita Skeeter's article, with her name misspelled.
Forewarned by Madame Maxime that the First Task would involve dragons, Fleur tackled the task on 24 November 1994. To eliminate all advantages, the champions were made to choose a dragon at random. She drew the Common Welsh Green, and faced her dragon second after Cedric Diggory. She managed to lure the dragon into a sleeping trance, but was immobilised when the dragon snored and released a jet of flame that set her skirt on fire. Fleur extinguished the fire with water from her wand, then managed to retrieve the golden egg.
In the run-up to the Yule Ball, Fleur attempted to attract Cedric as a date, but he had already asked Cho Chang. Caught unaware by her Veela heritage, Ron Weasley spontaneously and unwisely asked her to the ball, to which her initial reaction was seeming disdain and shock. Suddenly aware of what he had done he ran away before she could answer him. This left Ron feeling incredibly embarrassed for several days to come and word spread around the Gryffindor common room.
Finally, Fleur selected Ravenclaw Quidditch team captain Roger Davies as her partner. Davis was completely helpless to her charms and to whom she spent some of the night complaining about the flaws of Hogwarts and the British Wizarding education system in general. Fleur and Roger, along with the other Champions and their partners opened the dancing at the Yule Ball. As the night wore on Fleur and Roger left the Great Hall and headed for the gardens, sneaking into the rose bushes for a romantic engagement of some kind.
On 24 February, Fleur participated in the Second Task. Having figured out the clue in the golden egg and understanding the need to breathe underwater for an hour, she chose to use the Bubble-Head Charm. During the Task, she was attacked by Grindylows and was forced to retreat. Unaware that the hostages were not in any real danger, she was quite hysterical and fought so hard to return to the water that even Madame Maxime had difficulty restraining her. She was overjoyed when Harry, determined to rescue all the hostages, not just his own, returned to the surface with both Ron and her sister, Gabrielle. She thanked him and Ron profusely by giving them a kiss on each cheek, and after the incident became friendly toward the two. From then on she came to view Harry as a respected friend. Upon learning that she had been awarded twenty-five points, she remarked that she deserved zero, as she had failed to retrieve her "hostage." After the first two tasks, Fleur was in last place going into the Third Task.
On 27 May 1995, Fleur joined the other Champions in viewing the beginnings of the maze for the Third Task on the site of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.[25] On the morning of the Third Task, Fleur was visited by her mother and Gabrielle who had been invited to watch the final part of the Triwizard Tournament. She also laid eyes on Bill Weasley for the first time, and was immediately attracted to him.
Being in last place, Fleur was to be last to enter the maze behind Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, and Viktor Krum. However, due to the machinations of Barty Crouch Jnr — disguised, via Polyjuice Potion, as Alastor Moody — Fleur did not last long. Crouch wanted Harry to reach the Triwizard Cup so that he could be transported to meet with Lord Voldemort. To get the other champions out of the way, Crouch used Moody's magical eye to locate Fleur in the maze and stun her, though she managed to scream once before it hit her.[27] When Harry returned with Cedric's dead body, who had been murdered by Peter Pettigrew, Fleur and her fellows from Beauxbatons were the first to realise Cedric was dead and were horrified; Fleur herself let out a scream and clapped her hands over her mouth.
After the Triwizard Tournament and the murder of Cedric Diggory, Fleur attended the Leaving Feast at Hogwarts. This feast served as a memorial to Cedric. During the feast she was seen being very upset, as Cedric was a friend of hers. Fleur left Hogwarts the day after with her family, saying goodbye to Harry and Ron. She kissed Harry on the cheek and proceeded to tell him that she hoped they would meet again. She was hoping to return to England to work and improve her patchy English.
During the summer of 1995, Fleur secured a part-time job at Gringotts. It was then that she was reacquainted with Bill Weasley, who had returned from Egypt and taken a desk job to help the Order of the Phoenix, and the two began dating. Fleur and Bill dated for a year, falling in love, until Bill proposed to her. Fleur accepted, and in the summer of 1996, Bill brought Fleur to The Burrow so she could get to know his family. She was delighted to know that Harry was going to stay with the Weasleys for the remainder of the summer.
However, her blunt nature and critical attitude created conflict between her and the female members of the Weasley family, including Hermione Granger. Mrs Weasley did not care for Fleur at all, believing that she was not the right choice for her son. Ginny and Hermione disliked her for her general attitude towards everything; Ginny gave Fleur the nickname "Phlegm," although they never openly used it in front of her. Still, Fleur was tolerated for Bill's sake. She spent Christmas that year at the Burrow as well, further annoying Mrs Weasley by loudly stating her dislike of Celestina Warbeck, Mrs Weasley's favourite singer.
On 30 June 1997, during the Battle of the Astronomy Tower Bill was brutally savaged by the werewolf Fenrir Greyback. Because Greyback was not transformed Bill did not become a werewolf, but rather developed some wolf-like qualities (such as a preference for very rare steaks). Fleur rushed to Hogwarts with Bill's parents and was shaken by Bill's scarred face. She fired up at once at Mrs Weasley's assumption that she would not now want to marry Bill, since he was no longer attractive. Taking offence she criticised both the idea that she would not wish to marry him out of vanity, and that his feelings may have changed towards her because of possible werewolf contamination.
Fleur in fact, took pride in his wounds as living proof of his bravery and stated she didn't care about how he looked as she was "good-looking enough for both of them." Mrs Weasley, finally seeing that Fleur and Bill were truly in love, reconciled with her future daughter-in-law over Bill's hospital bed, and offered Fleur the use of her Aunt Muriel's goblin-made tiara for her wedding day.[30] In the days following, Fleur took care of Bill as he recovered from his injuries, and attended the funeral of Albus Dumbledore.
On 27 July 1997, four days before Harry's seventeenth birthday, Fleur was part of the effort to get Harry safely to The Burrow and participated in the battle that ensued. She participated in the battle out of loyalty to Harry, when he previously saved her sister's life in 1995. She took on the role of one of the fake Harrys, using Polyjuice Potion to take on his physical appearance. Paired with Bill, the two were to fly north on a Thestral in an effort to fool any pursuing Death Eaters.
After departing, Fleur and Bill personally witnessed the death of Alastor Moody. This happened after a dozen or more Death Eaters descended on the Order in an effort to capture Harry. Fleur and Bill were chased by half a dozen Death Eaters, but managed to escape and return to the Burrow and relay the news. Fleur was greatly upset over Moody's death and voiced the opinion that someone may have betrayed them, as the Death Eaters seemed to know the plan to escort Harry to safety.
On 1 August, 1997, Fleur and Bill were married at The Burrow. The ceremony and reception took place in a marquee tent which "revealed rows and rows of fragile golden chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet."
White and gold flowers and golden balloons were some of the many unique elements added to the occasion. Ginny and Gabrielle were both bridesmaids. Fleur wore a simple white dress and Muriel's tiara, and looked so beautiful that Bill did not look as though he had ever met Fenrir Greyback. The celebration was overshadowed, though, by the news that the Ministry of Magic had fallen to Lord Voldemort, and the death of Rufus Scrimgeour. Death Eaters, with the full power of the Ministry behind them, broke the protective spells surrounding the Burrow and Apparated into the reception. Fleur was questioned by them, along with the rest of the Weasley family on the whereabouts of Harry Potter, but was later free to go.
Fleur and Bill relocated to Shell Cottage, and spent their first Christmas there together, along with Bill's younger brother Ron, who had secretly come to stay with them after abandoning Harry and Hermione on their Horcrux hunt.
Following Harry, Ron, and Hermione's escape from Malfoy Manor, Fleur helped to look after them and their fellow escapees: Dean Thomas, Luna Lovegood, Garrick Ollivander, and Griphook. She helped Hermione recover from the torture she suffered at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange, and healed Griphook's legs with Skele-Gro.[34] Over the course of the next few weeks, she looked after her unexpected guests, although she disliked Griphook. When Ollivander was well enough to be transferred to Aunt Muriel's, she asked him to take Muriel's tiara back with him as she never had a chance to return it after the wedding. Fleur expressed concern over Harry's plans to leave Shell Cottage on his quest, telling him it was better for him to stay where it was safe.
Alongside her husband and his family, Fleur answered Neville Longbottom's call to arms to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts against Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. During the tense reunion between Percy Weasley and his family, she led Harry Potter and Remus Lupin in a side conversation regarding Lupin's son, so they would not intrude.[36] Fleur would have witnessed the final confrontation between Harry and Voldemort, thus ending the Second Wizarding War.
Following the war, Fleur and Bill had three children; Victoire, Dominique, and Louis Weasley. She was granted medals of honour from the French and British Ministries of Magic for her actions in the war.
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SPY x FAMILY - Chapter 72 Release Date: Police Encounter!
Anya's bus is hijacked by a terrorist and Anya has a bomb stick to her chest! The funny part is the bomb is fake and she knows it but not her classmates. She is wandering around as a free soul and the soul of her classmates are going to leave their bodies.
Let's discuss the synopsis of the spy x family first. The thin veneer of peace between neighboring countries Ostania and Westalis is constantly threatened by corrupt politicians, frenzied nationalists, and other warmongering forces. Despite their plots, renowned spy and master of disguise "Twilight" fulfill dangerous missions one after another with the hope that no child would experience the horrors of war.
She assumes the alias "Loid Forger," an esteemed psychiatrist in the bustling Ostanian city of Berlin. His true purpose is to gather intelligence on prominent politician Donovan Desmond, who rarely appears in public at Eden Academy, where his son attends. To accomplish his master plan, Loid enlists unmarried city hall clerk Yor Briar as his wife and adopts the curious six-year-old orphan Anya as his daughter. Loid hopes that Anya will excel at Eden Academy, allowing him to meet Donovan without arousing suspicions.
Despite Loid's talents, he has trouble portraying the role of a loving father and husband. Like Lord, Yor-an underground assassin known as "Thorn Princess"-and Anya-an esper who can read people's minds-don't plan to reveal their identities. Although this picture-perfect family is based on deception, the Forgers gradually come to realize that their love for one another is more important than anything else.
SPY x FAMILY - Chapter 71 Recap
Anya's buy is been hijacked by a terrorist organization and the police want to deal with the situation as quickly as possible. We get seen inside the bus where the terrorist decided to attach a fake bomb to one of the students to make these element students sit quietly. Luckily the bomb was the seat on Anya's neck.
Anya heard the terrorists saying the bomb is just a dummy and only to maintain fear in the kids which makes her rest easy. But not her friend, they still think that the bomb is real and are afraid of the carelessness of Anya.
On the other hand, Anya's father is triggered by the news and wants to send off tanks, fighter jets, and the military to deal with the situation but his headmistress takes the lead and wants to solve the case quickly. The son of the minister of the town hall and the one Anya likes tries to become a hero and asked to interchange positions with Anya, due to her carelessness.
Instead, the terrorists wrapped a bomb around his neck also. Now there are two bombs in between the kids.
SPY x FAMILY - Chapter 72 Release Date And Time
SPY x FAMILY - Chapter 72 release is still unknown, but it is expected to be released before November 27, 2022. It will take place on Sunday, November 27, 2022, at 20:30 Japanese Standard Time (JST).
Pacific Time –Sunday, November 27, 2022, at 3:30 am
Central Time –Sunday, November 27, 2022, at 5:30 am
Eastern Time – Sunday, November 27, 2022, at 6:30 am
Indian Standard Time – Sunday, November 27, 2022, at 5:00 pm
We are showing some information regarding the upcoming chapter. You can find out what to anticipate from SPY x FAMILY - Chapter 72 in the section below.
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What to Expect from SPY x FAMILY - Chapter 72?
At the end of the last chapter, the bus is stopped by the police by throwing spikes on the road. Now, the bus is corned by police cars. From the looks of it, Anya will come into action in the next chapter. We can expect much action and a simple conclusion in the next chapter.
Where To Read SPY x FAMILY - Chapter 72?
SPY x FAMILY - Chapter 72 will be available on many Japanese broadcasting channels on Sunday, November 27, 2022. It will also be available worldwide to users on manga streaming platforms like VIZ and shonen jump. You will all the latest chapter of all the mangas available here to watch for free.
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From Web of Black Widow #005
Art by Stephen Mooney and Tríona Farrell
Written by Jody Houser
#web of black widow#black widow#natasha romanoff#hawkeye#clint barton#headmistress#anya#iron man#tony stark#yelena belova#winter soldier#bucky barnes#marvel#comics#marvel comics
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Black Widow gets choked by a lady villain.
- Black Widow v6 #12, 2017
#Black Widow#Natasha Romanoff#Natalia Romanova#The Avengers#Avengers#random villain#Headmistress#Recluse#Anya#choked#wounded#villain gloating#Damsel in Distress
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she would've been the perfect Black Widow villain (for the movie)
you're telling me, you're making a Natasha movie without including her biggest hater?
#anya#marvel#marvel rant#mcu#natalia romanova#natasha romanoff#natasha romanov#natasha romonova#black widow#black widow comic#marvel comics#i wish we got more comic accuracy#marvel cinematic universe#mcu fandom#recluse#headmistress anya
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While I’m on my Antonia propaganda:
Antonia should’ve just been Anya/Recluse from the comics. Like they’re literally the same character (daughter of the controller of the Red Room growing up to be a pain in the ass for Nat) just the super-identity is different
Part of this is also just because comic!Anya and comic!Yelena are similar (people from Nat’s past in the red room getting her ass due to living in her shadow) and since mcu!Yelena doesn’t have that we could’ve explored that interesting character role through Anya but I digress
#Anya#recluse#headmistress anya#antonia dreykov#taskmaster#black widow#natasha romanov#natasha romanoff#natalia romanova#thunderbolts#shoutout to me and the 5 other antonia enjoyers
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Meryl Hollow
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“I mean, it can't be that bad, right? Might as well find out for ourselves!”
— Meryl Hollow, child-like innocence
「ʚ♡ɞ」— General Information
Full Name — Meryl Anita Hollow
↳ Meryl; A name of British origin, meaning ‘Bright Sea’. However, it also bears fruit to its original Celtic origins, and is a surprising variant of the name ‘Muriel’.
↳ Anita; A name of Spanish origin, meaning ‘Graceful, Merciful’.
↳ Hollow; Taken from the name of the location the Disney Fairies franchise takes place in, Pixie Hollow.
Japanese Ver. — メリル アニタ ホロ��
Romaji Ver. — Meriru Anita Horou
Twisted from: Tinkerbell
❐ — Tinkerbell (ティンカーベル)
Age: 7
Birthday: April 9th
Horoscope: Aries ♈
V/A(日本語): Atsumi Tanezaki(種﨑 敦美)
↳ Voices Anya Forger from Spy X Family
V/A(英語/EN): Kimberly Anne Campbell
↳ Voices Nahida from Genshin Impact
Species: Tinker fairy, puppet
Height: 121 cm
Hair color: Blonde
Eye Color: Amber
Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her
Dominant Hand: Right
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「ʚ♡ɞ」 — Extra Information
Occupation: Daughter of Headmistress Eclair Hollow
『 Family:
Eclair Hollow — Mother
Malory Khione — Father †(?)
Madam Maryse — Godmother 』
Likes: Collecting small trinkets, arts and crafts, science experiments, complicated machinery, puzzles, mystery novels, flower crowns, working on her own gadgets, reading, drawing, indulging in her curiosities
Dislikes: Crinkled paper, unanswered questions, unsolved mysteries in general, dust, sneezing, getting angry, broken puzzle pieces, her inventions being tampered with
Hobbies: Arts and crafts, reading, solving puzzles, answering questions, working on self-made gadgetry, creating flower crowns, drawing
Talent(s): Gadgetry, puzzle/mystery solving, hyper-intelligence, quick thinking, (surprisingly) fast reflexes, arts and crafts, question-answering
Flaw(s): Stubborn, easily frustrated, naive, over-indulgent, nosy
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〈 ʚ✧ɞ — Personality 〉
The best way to describe Meryl is that she's curious. Very curious.
She loves mysteries, and always wants to find a way to solve the ones she finds! The idea of solving mysteries and going on a variety of adventures will never fail to make her smile!
It's honestly hard to hate Meryl. Not only because she's just a child, but all in all, her energetic nature makes it easy for others to enjoy spending time with her!
…. Most of the time, at least. As said before, Meryl's still a child. A nosy child, at that.
She's curious, but curious in the sense that she has a habit of poking her head into other people's business. Most of the time, she doesn't mean to, it's just hard for her to not be intrigued by…. Everything.
And, unsurprisingly, she can be stubborn. Sure, she can come off as a bit spoiled, but that's contributed to the fact that she was almost always able to indulge in her curiosities. So it's hard for her to process that she might not be able to indulge in certain curiosities.
Thus, she either does one of two things. One; Make a pouty expression and act stubborn for the rest of the day. Or two; Indulge in that curiosity anyway.
It's usually the latter option, most days.
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Unique Magic: Tinker Talent(いじくりまわす才能)
✧ An ability that allows its user to overanalyze any given situation, assisting them with coming up with a solution for any possible outcome.
Ability results in the user having hyper-intelligence, and an advanced sense of thinking.
Potential side effects include: Migraines, sleep deprivation/sleep paralysis, the user's unable to ‘turn off’ ability, and inability to change the vocabulary of the user — regardless of age.
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「✧」 Thoughts on them
“My precious daughter… I treasure her with every fiber of my being. If you ask me, I can never imagine a world without her. I…. I just wish Malory got to meet her.”
— Eclair Hollow, headmistress of Scepter Hall Institute
“Fufu, she's a sweetheart. Nosy and stubborn, yes, but she means well at the end of the day. She's quite fond of Silver, as well..”
— Lilia Vanrouge
“Meryl, oh how I can't tell if she takes my worries away or brings them back.. She’s so intelligent and kind for her age. I know she can do things on her own, but I can’t help but want to wrap her up in a blanket!”
— Tinsley LaBelle (Oc of @windbornearchon)
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ʚ♡ɞ — Additional Trivia!
✑ Main Theme: My Grand Plan by Kristin Stokes from “The Lightning Thief” musical
✑ Backstory: 『 A caged bird 』
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✧ Meryl used to have a crush on Porter Pierce — a former student of SHI. However, after his expulsion, she eventually developed a crush on Sinan Keene of Forêt Gelée.
✧ Speaking of Sinan, Meryl practically clings to him like a koala! In terms of nicknames, she refers to Sinan as ‘Princey’!
✧ Was often babysat by Madam Maryse and Lilia Vanrouge in the early stages of her childhood. Not to say she isn't being babysat by them in the present day, though!
✧ Meryl loves her mother unconditionally! She loves Eclair just as much as Eclair loves her, and it almost seems as though she can never hate her mother! Although, it is quite disturbing how dependent Eclair wants Meryl to be…
✧ Meryl often wonders what happened to her Father. But for whatever reason, any time she asks anyone, there's always an unusual tension in the atmosphere…
✧ Meryl adores Tinsley and her sister, Gwen(by @starry-night-rose )! If anything, she considers them the sisters she never had!
[ There's more, but this is all we're allowed to see… ]
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Appearance
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Meryl's tags
#meryl hollow • #『 meryl ✧ 』
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#scepter hall institute#twst oc#twst ocs#twisted wonderland oc#scepter hall institute oc#shi oc#shi#twst fanschool#eclair hollow#meryl hollow#『 meryl ✧ 』
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Anastasia (1997) Headcannons
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~What if Anya didn’t care about finding her family and instead went to the Fisherman’s Village, living a relatively boring but normal life?
~What if the orphanage headmistress sold off her necklace (afterall, it was a gift from royalty… it was probably worth a lot and made of gold… the orphanage is very poor) spitting Anya lies about how her family abandoned her and didn’t care about her?
“There’s no point in finding them, Little Miss Anya, for they’re long gone… they’re happy, even, without you!”
~While at the orphanage, Anya made many friends, especially with the younger children. As she got older, they looked up to her, amazed that she was brave enough to talk back (and even curse, god forbid).
“Oh, Phelgmenkoff? She’s just a nasty twat with bad hair. I’m not scared of her.”
Many children often got into fights and wreaked havoc, thus causing them to be punished and forced to skip a meal - most often dinner.
Anya would be sure to steal an extra muffin, even if they were bran—- it was a treat to receive such an item from such a girl!
~Vlad took in Dimitri at a young age and the boy calls him ‘uncle’...
“Who, this old fool? He’s my uncle, Uncle Vladimir, Uncle Vlady, Uncle Vladmatiso!”
They love to pull pranks on each other and break the law together (aka run away from the police and laugh about it later.) It’s always good company with those two rascals.
[AU? Possibly? Maybe?]
~Vlad finds a boyfriend (Galmonzio) and Dimitri adores living with two old men who fight like young girls.
Origin: Galmonzio cleans them up and offers them his home (it’s not nice, but it’s better than living on the streets).
Dimitri has fond memories of Gal teaching him how to ride a bike and fly a kite, like a wealthy child living in an estate as big as China… Gal makes sure to let Dimitri know that there is more to life than heartache and misery, and reminds him that just because he was born unprivileged, doesn’t mean that it will always have to be that way… there is room for growth, but only through hard work, never through lying, cheating, or stealing. (It takes Dim a while to understand that part… he gets it eventually.) They also have many phrases that go through their home that are maybe a bit unnecessary… “Srat' tebe v rot – To crap in your mouth!”
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in my perfect black widow movie, madame b (from aou) was the headmistress of the red room and she ran that version where natasha was a student. during her time at the red room, natasha gets enhanced and this allows her to fight better, live longer, heal faster, etc—this is why they do the sterilization. after she graduates and dismantles the red room, some years later madame b’s daughter starts up the red room again. it can be anya like in bw 2016 or for a twist, it can be melina if they want to use her character. yelena becomes a student at this version of the red room and they learn about natasha and her achievements and this is why yelena grows resentful. when natasha finds out that there’s a new red room, she shuts it down ON HER OWN and saves the red room recruits. at this point, yelena is their star pupil and they have their confrontation and yelena is good but natasha is still better and natasha teaches her what it means to be a spy. they dont become friends exactly but they’re now in each other’s net 👍👍
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better to be fake - chapter 1
Since she started at St Anne’s private prep school, Lexa has prided herself on her ability to fly below the radar, even if she sometimes is forced to waitress her classmates’ socialite events. That all changes the moment she comes to the attention of Clarke Griffin, the princess of the upper east side, as wealthy as she is beautiful and used to getting her own way.
Determined to shake off the hold of her over bearing mother, Clarke presents Lexa with a proposal that she can’t turn down: pretend to date her and she will make sure Lexa never has to waitress again.
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please note the tags and warnings on ao3.
read on ao3.
clexa high society au.
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"I hate these sorts of things."
"Yeah, I know. You've said so about ten times in the last two hours." Anya casts her a look from where they stand, backs against a wall, watching elegantly dressed socialites swing in and out of one another with strained smiles and tight words.
"Well it's true," Lexa slumps back a little against the wall, shifting her heavy tray into her other hand. She adds, sullenly, "They all look like they're having a miserable time anyway."
"Of course they are." Anya rolls her eyes, "don't you know anything about the Upper East Side? They all hate each other."
"So why bother having expensive parties and forcing yourselves to interact with people you don't actually like?" Lexa snaps, eyeing the glasses of champagne on her tray resentfully.
"Why are you asking me this stuff? Do I look like I belong with them?" Lexa hesitates, pretending to look her over thoughtfully and Anya grunts at her, laughter in her eyes. "Don't insult me Lexa."
"No," Her eyes flicker back to the long evening dresses and the expertly pressed tuxes. "We're about as far from their world as you can get."
"Says the prep school girl." Anya teases and nods her head at the returning waiters, "That's our cue, come on."
Lexa lets out a soft sigh, but follows the older girl out into the room. She shadows the straw coloured braid for a few seconds before Anya jerks her head to the other side of the room and she steps away, alone in the sea of diamonds and jewels. Her hands are trembling just a little, but she steels herself. She's worked these things before and just because there are a few familiar faces around doesn't mean that she will be recognised. She's just a dinner jacket and a tray of sparkling champagne to them after all and as she offers out glasses, stepping easily around the milling crowd, she feels herself start to relax. There's a certain skill to being invisible, one that she's perfected over time and she seems to manage it beautifully now, gaining barely a glance from the woman who used to teach her English and the headmistress of her school.
Just as she likes it.
She's been avoiding the group of teenagers in the corner, but there's no way she can just miss them completely unless she wants to be fired, so it's with a heavy heart that she ducks her head and starts towards the loud, laughing group. They stand together, heads thrown back in jovial conversation and she tries not to notice the twinkling accessories that drape their necks and wrists- the price of one alone could probably cover the rent of her apartment for a month. Tonight they'll put them away in velvet cushioned boxes and not retrieve them for six months and the thought makes Lexa's blood boil.
She holds the tray out to them, dropping her eyes to the floor in hopes that they won't notice her and she feels the shift in weight of her tray before she starts to move around the group.
"Hey, do I know you?"
The voice makes her startle to a stop and she freezes, eyes darting up to see the dark haired girl, in a dress that plunges at her neckline and is covered in black sparkles, who is eyeing her with curiosity.
"Uh, no, I don't think so." She tries not to stumble over her words, taking a step back from the girl who is cocking her head to the side.
"No, I think I do." Octavia Blake frowns at her and Lexa can feel the heat spreading to her cheeks as Octavia tugs on her boyfriend's arm, distracting him from his conversation "Lincoln, don't we know her?"
Lincoln turns and Lexa knows in that moment that she is done for. She wonders what the chances are that the earth will open up beneath her and sends a silent prayer to whatever deity watches over her, but nothing happens and instead Lincoln's dark eyes meet hers and widen in delighted surprise.
"Lexa! Good to see you."
"Uh, yeah you too Lincoln," She can feel all of their eyes turning to look at her, likely noticing her for the first time since she stepped up to their group. "How's it going?"
"It's good," his smile is wide and genuine and she clings to it for a minute like a life raft before he turns to his friends and gestures to her. "Hey, this is my friend Lexa Woods. We used to get the train from Brooklyn together, right Lexa?"
"We... sure did." Her words are strangled, tight and she forces herself to smile at them. Their parents sign her pay cheque .
"These are some friends of mine, Bellamy Blake," he nods to the guy with dark, floppy hair who raises his hand in greeting and then to the guy's sister, "and Octavia. Raven Reyes."
The brunette, clad in a silky purple dress, nods at her, smiling a little. "Yeah, I know you Woods. You're up to be Salutatorian right?"
"Only because you got Valedictorian." Lexa smiles a little wryly and Raven shrugs, as if the honour means nothing to her.
"Yeah, kind of a bore but it looks good on my transcript."
Lexa can only hum softly in agreement, pressing her lips together as she tries not to think about how much more time she would have had to study if she hadn't been in and out of work since she was fifteen. It's done now and Salutatorian is almost as good. Almost.
"And, that's Clarke and her boyfriend Finn." Lincoln nods across the circle to where the familiar blonde stands, arguing hotly with a dark haired boy and Lexa has to hurry her eyes away, trying not to stare.
"Well, it's good to see you guys but..." she raises her tray, desperate to get away from their company and to her relief they nod. "Maybe I'll see you around."
She knows she will, she shares almost every class with at least one of them, but there doesn't seem a lot of point in telling them that.
"Hey, wait!" The voice pulls her back around again and she sees the boy Lincoln called Finn reach forward to pluck a glass off her tray.
She turns again and none of them try to stop her.
Just a dinner jacket and a tray of drinks .
She'll happily keep it that way.
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It's late and she's about to clock out. The party is slowly winding down and she has to get across the river to Brooklyn; her boss is kind of a jerk but Anya had pleaded her case and told the asshole not to make a seventeen year old travel after midnight in the city, so he'd grudgingly let her leave. She's just collecting her coat from the closet when she hears the slight thump from the door outside and freezes. She's no stranger to hidden make out sessions and she's pretty sure that someone was just pushed up against the wall.
For a moment she is frozen in indecision, caught in a closet the size of her bedroom as she dances between the door and the far wall, fingers reaching out hesitantly. In her coat pocket her phone buzzes and she sees her mom's name appear on the screen, asking when she will be home, so she steels herself and pushes the door open.
The hallway outside is low lit and deserted apart from the couple pressed up against the wall, as she predicted, a few paces away. Pausing to pull on her jacket, she can't help the way her eyes flicker to them, brows creasing when she sees the way that the girl is pressing against his shoulders, shoving at him. Slight squeaks and grunts reach her and she is about to dismiss them and start the gruelling walk home when she hears the girl snap, angrily.
"No, get the fuck off me!" She shoves him again, harder this time and the boy goes stumbling away. "I swear you're such a jerk when you drink!" She hisses the words and Lexa is about to leave when the boy, regaining his balance, goes veering towards her again.
Lexa's feet carry her towards them before she can stop herself and she reaches out, pushing at his shoulder hard enough to bring him to a halt.
"Hey! She's not interested."
The boy is breathing heavily and at this proximity she recognises, with a jerk of surprise, the dark, bloodshot eyes of Finn. Her gaze flickers back towards the girl and sure enough there stands Clarke Griffin, golden hair ruffled and dress creased, staring at her in surprise.
"Get out of my way." He's clearly drunk, his words slurred and stinking heavily of whiskey and she cringes away from the smell, glowering at him.
Her hands come to rest at his shoulders, jerking him to a stop when he tries to step towards Clarke again. "You don't get to treat people like this." She snaps and he growls and before she knows it his fist is flying towards her face. She staggers away, letting out a breath of angry, shocked air at the impact, her hand going up to hold her face as she peers down the corridor, bracing for another attack.
What she sees, however, is Clarke Griffin punching her boyfriend squarely in the nose with a satisfying crunch of bone and cartilage. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She hears the blonde shout, furiously, "Stay away from me and from her, Finn, or you'll get what's coming to you."
She turns her back on him, marching the few steps towards Lexa as if the towering heels on her feet are no problem at all and squatting down beside her. Gentle fingers press against her hands and she feels them slowly eased away as blue eyes scan worriedly over her face, brows furrowing with concern.
"You're not in a great state but it's not broken." She tells her, in a voice as soft as silk and Lexa tries to nod, but the fingers shift and holding her head still, cupping her cheeks even as she sees Clarke's lips twitch upwards in a smile, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Okay, no moving. Let's get you cleaned up." She eases her upwards, helping her to her feet and a slim arm is slung around her waist. She can feel Clarke's fingers spreading like a web across her hip, hot through the thick material of her uniform and her breath catches just slightly in her throat, her eyes flickering from Clarke to her feet and back again.
Clarke leads them to a large, marble filled bathroom and she blinks as the lights flicker on and she is deposited on the closed toilet seat, watching the girl in front of her lean up in her light blue evening dress and start to rifle through a stranger's medicine cabinet.
"Huh, seems like Mrs Dwyer is on some harder painkillers than we thought," Clarke casts an amused glance over her shoulder at Lexa, but she can only blink, her head slightly fuzzy as she stares at the blonde, watching her intently. Clarke returns to her side moments later, falling to her knees and reaching up with a warm, damp washcloth to dab away the blood that has been trickling from her nose.
She is incredibly close and Lexa can smell her soft, floral perfume and count the diamonds of her necklace, following the beautiful piece down to her exposed clavicles and swallowing heavily.
"You can stop staring if you want?" Clarke's voice is gentle and teasing, but Lexa jerks back away from her regardless, her cheeks heating impossibly as she feels her breath catch in her throat.
"I'm sorry I... I just..."
"Hey, it's fine," Clarke soothes her easily, fingers running up to catch her jaw in a tender touch again for a moment, keeping her still, "I'm not going to complain about a beautiful girl watching me."
"You... you think I'm beautiful?" The question escapes her on a strangled gasp and Clarke's focused eyes don't move from where she is dabbing at her cheek.
"Of course I do, I have since the moment I met you Lexa Woods." The boldness of her reply makes Lexa feel almost faint and she struggles for a reply for a moment before Clarke beats her to it, continuing. "I don't know if you know me, I'm Clarke Griffin, I'm in your math class... and your history class."
"Yeah... yeah I know you."
How could she not? Clarke sits three rows in front of her in math and a row behind and to the left in history. She excels at the latter, but struggles with math and her friend Octavia likes to flick bits of eraser at her. Lexa wonders whether she could be considered a stalker, but really it's not her fault. One of the perks of being invisible is the ability to observe anyone around her and Clarke is the talk of the school for a reason.
"Well, now we can meet officially," Clarke pulls back a little and pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, scanning her eyes over her clinically. "Nothing is broken and you'll be okay, just some bruising."
"Great, thank you." She's feeling significantly less fuzzy, her head thumping with pain and she rises to her feet carefully, stepping towards the mirror to flinch a little at her reflection, examining the bruises that are blossoming across her cheek.
“No, thank you ." Clarke appears in the mirror behind her, a hand coming to rest against her shoulder, her manicured nails stark against the black of Lexa's dinner jacket. "I mean... Finn's normally harmless, but..." Blue eyes meets hers in the mirror and her smile is strained, fear dancing behind it, "I was pretty scared then. So thank you for saving me."
"I wasn't going to just walk away." She can't tear her eyes away, tugged relentlessly into her gaze and she can feel goosebumps prickling up her arms. "Your boyfriend seems like kind of a dick."
"He is," Clarke agrees, with a sardonic twist to her voice. "And he's not my boyfriend anymore."
"Are you going to give him the memo?" She raises an eyebrow.
"When he's sober."
"Good. You deserve better than him." It escapes her, her words cluttering out over the marble countertops awkwardly and she stiffens a little, ripping her eyes down to look at her hands, clenched around the edge of the sink.
"Yeah, I think I do." The hand on her shoulder tightens and she looks up again to see that Clarke's smile has grown.
She can only nod, looking back to her own reflection and cringing when she sees the drips of red that have run down from her nose and fallen into pinpricks on her white pressed shirt. "Shit," she reaches up to touch it, but fingers grab hers to stop her movements. "My boss is going to kill me..." the realisation dawns slowly and she lets her head fall back, a groan torn from her. "Especially if he hears about the fight. I'm so fired."
"Don't worry, Finn won't spill." Clarke's voice comes from her side, reassuring and easy. "And here, I can help with the shirt. Just don't touch it okay, you're going to stain it."
Lexa's eyes fall open again and she turns, following as Clarke tugs on her hand, leading her out of the room and back down the dark hall towards the closet. Lexa realises, with a jolt, that her dress cuts low and shows off the majority of her bare back, soft, sun kissed skin and the elegant curve of her spine, the dark swirl of a tattoo peeking out from behind the sleeve and she feels her eyes widen, drinking in the sight while she still can. Clarke slips inside and Lexa lingers at the door, her eyes darting nervously down to the kitchen, watching for any familiar faces.
"Hey, come on." Clarke's fingers wrap around hers again and she yanks her through the door, into the closet, pushing the door shut behind her. Lexa's breath is caught in her throat and Clarke laughs a little at her stunned expression. "Sorry," she murmurs as she begins to browse through the coats, "didn't mean to surprise you."
"No, I was just startled." She rubs awkward fingers over the back of her neck, watching as Clarke digs in her purse for something, "I'm not used to being pulled back into the closet." The joke falls from her with surprising ease and Clarke looks at her with surprise.
"Oh yeah, I remember you were dating that girl in freshman year weren't you? You guys still together?"
"No..." Her eyes dart away, “She moved to London at the end of the year."
"Oh, that sucks, I'm sorry." Clarke grimaces in sympathy, "Here," She thrusts a bunch of notes into Lexa's hands and she struggles for a moment, mouth dropping open at the sight of so much money.
"What- Clarke, what is this?" She holds the money gingerly, uncertainly and Clarke shrugs over her shoulder.
"Just something to cover the dry cleaning," She says, as she hangs her purse back with her coat. "I wasn't sure how much it would be, so I figured that would probably cover it."
"There's almost a hundred dollars here!" Lexa exclaims, shaking her head, "and I'm not even sure where I would find a dry cleaner in Brooklyn."
"Oh," Clarke frowns, thoughtful for a moment before her eyes brighten and she offers, carefully, "Have you got another shirt under there?" At Lexa's nod she smiles and continues. "Awesome, then you can give the dress shirt to me and I'll have it dry cleaned for you."
"Oh... you don't have to do that."
"Please, it'll be my pleasure," her eyes are so soft and inviting that Lexa's fingers inch upwards and she's tugging off her jacket before she even realises what she's doing. "Anyway," Clarke moves slowly back towards her. "It's the least I can do for my knight in shining armour."
Lexa laughs quietly at the words, shaking her head as she begins to unbutton her shirt. "Honestly, it's no big deal. I just did what anyone else would have done."
"Yeah, but you're the one who did it." Clarke raises an eyebrow, fingers going to fiddle with the necklace around her throat as she watches. Suddenly aware of her audience, Lexa pauses, her fingers stilling as her eyes dart to Clarke's, heat rushing to her cheeks.
"I, uh... could you maybe...?"
"Oh, sorry!" Pink tinges the blonde's cheeks and she turns, the skirt of her dress flying around her ankles. "So," She speaks awkwardly, "How long have you been a waiter?"
"Just a few months," Lexa resists the urge to snort at the question, "So the risk of him firing me is pretty high and I need the money."
"Do you?" Clarke sounds perplexed.
"Well, yeah." She folds the shirt over her arm, straightening out her singlet a little self consciously before slipping her arms into her jacket again. "You can look, by the way."
Clarke turns, but she makes no move to leave the room as she leans back on a coat rack. "I just figured that with you going to St. Anne's money wouldn't be an issue."
"You'd think," Lexa quirks her eyebrows, her voice dry of amusement, but she continues, "Actually I'm a scholarship student. I thought that was pretty common knowledge."
"No, actually. You seem to slip under the radar pretty well." Clarke steps towards the door, opening it and gesturing Lexa out in front of her and she can't help but wonder how many doors the girl actually opens for herself over the course of a day.
"Apart from your radar," she observes, waiting as Clarke steps out into the hallway with her before she starts walking. "You noticed me."
"I did." Is all Clarke says, but the knowing smile lingering at her lips at the warm affection in her eyes sends a rush running through Lexa. Clarke comes to a stop by the archway to the rest of the apartment and gestures. "Well, this is me."
"And that's me," She nods to where the door waits for her and glances down at the shirt still held in her hands. "Um, sorry do you want me to go and put this back in the closet for you? You really don't have to bother with it, I can figure it out."
"No," Clarke reaches out, pulling the material from her grasp, "Don't worry, I'll hide it somewhere and get it back to you on Monday."
"Alright, thanks," There's a smile on her lips, unbidden but wide, pressing her lips upwards. "It was nice talking to you Clarke Griffin."
"You too Lexa Woods," Clarke lingers, watching as her unwilling feet start the slow walk to the elevator. "Hey," she turns embarrassing quickly to meet blue eyes and a pink lip caught between a set of white teeth, trapped nervously. "I'll see you Monday?"
"See you Monday." She agrees, not even trying to school her smile and it's only once she's in the elevator that she realises she is still clutching Clarke's money in her hand.
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"Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Clarke's head whips around, looking over at where Octavia is lounging back on the steps, ignoring the people trying to file up around her, throwing her head back to catch the last of the fall sunshine. Her hair falls in a long, complicated dark braid down her back and Clarke watches, suppressing her snigger, as Raven bends over from where she is leant against the railing to steal one of the sugared strawberries from the pot on her lap. Octavia doesn't open her eyes, but she reaches out to slap at her friend's hand.
"Hey, get your own." Her eyes flicker open again and she sits up, looking through the rails at where Clarke stands in the brick lined, ivy coated courtyard, bag clutched in hand. "Seriously Clarke, what's up with you?"
"I don't know what you mean." She holds her head high, her chin stiff but she can feel the telltale blush creeping onto her cheeks. "I'm just stood here."
"Yeah and if you were a cat your fur would be bristling." Octavia points out, ignoring the way that Raven rolls her eyes and doing nothing when the girl steals another piece of fruit.
"Give her a break O," Raven chews on the tip of the strawberry. "She's just had a break up."
"Yeah, but with fuckboy Finn," Octavia flops back against the steps again. "Good riddance.”
"Doesn't mean she can't be upset." Raven points out and goes in for another steal but Octavia is watching through cracked eyes and darts forward, grabbing at her hand and yanking her forward so that she stumbles.
"Seriously Raven, get your own damn fruit! You know I need my morning snack!"
Clarke is distracted from their antics, however, when she catches sight of a familiar head of dark hair. Lexa's locks are braided up and around her head in a detailed halo braid, with a few strands falling around her face and Clarke is momentarily dumbfounded, caught by the sight of her sharp features and pale face, eyes like spring leaves cast to the ground. She has two hands fastened around the straps of her rucksack, holding it tightly to her back and for a second Clarke thinks she will walk right by her, but Lexa's eyes dart up and she spots Clarke's over eager smile and returns it, stepping hesitantly through the students to meet her.
"Hi," Embarrassingly, she's a little breathless when she speaks and Clarke clears her throat, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. "I, um, got you your dry cleaning."
"Thank you, you really didn't have to." Lexa takes the offered bag, swinging her rucksack off one shoulder to pull it around and roll the shirt up neatly, beginning to slide it into her bag when she is jostled from behind and goes stumbling forward. A few of her books fall, hitting the floor with a thud and Clarke turns, spotting Murphy's head.
"Hey, watch where you're going asshole!"
"Miss Griffin!" Mrs Yates, their algebra professor, snaps a warning from where she's passing and Clarke opens her mouth to argue when Lexa's hand tugs on her wrist, pulling her down to the ground with her.
"It's so not worth a fight," Lexa informs her sternly, but there is an undercurrent of bemusement to her voice and Clarke scoops up the book closest to her, reading the cover with interest.
"Yeah, well I like a fight, ask anyone." She laughs softly, standing when Lexa does and handing her the final book as she swings her bag back onto her back. "Looks heavy, you take Mandarin?"
"Yeah, I like it." Lexa hugs the book close to her chest but meets her gaze steadily, shrugging.
"It looks hard," Clarke eyes the book with caution. "I can't even do French."
"It just takes a bit of work, you get used to it."
" You do," Clarke raises an eyebrow, laughing softly. "I think you're over estimating me ."
"I don't think so," Lexa tells her, softly and she can feel herself starting to blush again, biting on her lip as she smiles nervously. "Um, I have your money by the way."
Behind them, the warning bell rings and Clarke shrugs, smiling lightly. "Give it to me later?"
Lexa smiles and nods, then teases with a twinkle in her eyes. "Are you just trying to find excuses to hang out with me Clarke?"
"Maybe," she admits, openly and Lexa blinks at her, obviously surprised by her boldness and she hurries on, "Maybe I want to be your friend."
"Friend?" Lexa raises one sleek eyebrow and Clarke smiles a little, eyes flickering unabashedly up and down the girl before her.
"For now." The words are something of a promise and she turns on her heel, Lexa's gaze burning into her back as she saunters back towards where her friends wait.
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Lexa is caught by her linguistics professor at lunch and ends up wasting most of her recess talking to him about college opportunities, despite her constant insistence that she's already applied and been accepted conditionally to Yale and by the time she escapes Clarke is nowhere to be found. The next day she is late to class, barely running through the classroom door before the final bell rings and she spends her lunch break with Anya in a small deli downtown, talking about work and mutual friends over foods that she's sure would make Clarke Griffin wrinkle her nose.
"What's this girl actually like?" Anya asks around a mouthful of Cuban sandwich and Lexa sighs, resting her chin heavily in her hands as she stares down at her chicken sub.
"She's terrible," she admits at last and at Anya's cocked head, continues. "She's filthy rich, entitled, careless, basically everything I hate about the city."
"But?" The older girl prompts her expectantly and Lexa lets out a soft groan, letting her head fall into her hands.
"But she's also pretty and nice and proud and gorgeous and protective and clever and-" she breaks off to take a breath, giving Anya a look that she knows is pathetic. "Did I mention she's really hot? Like... unfairly so."
"Only two billion times this whole conversation." Anya rolls her eyes, "I don't get it, if you like her so much why don't you just date her? Seems clear she's interested."
"Because she represents everything I hate Anya!" Her voice draws attention, turning heads and she lowers the volume slightly before she continues. "And I have principles."
"Oh of course ," Anya's words are dripping in sarcasm, "I forgot you like to pass up hot girls because of principles. My bad. Totally logical choice you're making there."
"Shut up, you know I don't have the time to date anyone right now, not with things like they are." Lexa snaps, taking a bite of her sandwich as Anya clicks her tongue impatiently.
"So you don't want to date her, just fuck her?"
Lexa almost chokes on her sandwich and Anya snorts at her reaction, sliding her soda across the small table for her to drink.
"I'm serious, if she's that hot just fuck her and get it out of your system. It's clear you're dying for it."
"Okay, no ." Lexa shakes her head, "you're crazy."
"Hey, I'm older and wiser." Anya reaches over to grab her soda.
"Older is right, how are the crows feet coming, grandma?" She grins, eyes bright with mirth and Anya chucks a balled up napkin across the table at her.
"Shut your mouth, kid. I'll throw you in the fountain, don't test me." They settle into comfortable silence for a moment, both eating and flicking on their phones for a second and Lexa frowns when she hears Anya's voice, softer this time. "Hey, I know it's not really any of my business but how's your mom?"
"Still sick." Lexa doesn't look up from her phone when she speaks, eyes fixed fiercely to the screen until she hears Anya clear her throat quietly, expectant eyes rimmed with sympathy. She sighs and sets down her phone, meeting the older girl's gaze reluctantly. "What do you want me to say? The drugs get more expensive, she just gets sicker and she needs more drugs."
"Do you have enough cash?" Anya asks bluntly, voice steady but Lexa feels herself flare defensively.
"We don't need charity," She snaps, furiously.
"Don't be stupid," Anya retorts, glaring at her, "If you need money I can lend it to you."
"We don't take handouts." Lexa slams her hand down on the table, standing with the loud scrape of her chair against the cheap linoleum floor. "Keep your fucking money."
"Lexa!" Anya shouts after her, but makes no move to chase her down as she storms from the deli, letting the door slam behind her.
Anya’s words sting all the way back to school and she turns the volume up on her headphones until her music drowns them out.
She's late getting back to school, but she has a free period so it doesn't much matter and she considers making her way to the gym but she can feel the weight of her work pressing down on her shoulders so she sets a slow pace towards the library.
The noise she hears coming from the girl's bathroom makes her pause, momentarily. She considers walking on, ignoring it, but she has little desire to sit down and start on her Latin essay, so she pushes open the door, stepping inside and frowning a little when she realises the noises are breathless, angry sobs.
"Um, hello?" She calls out into the room uncertainly, "Are you okay?"
Only one stall is locked and though the sobs immediately quiet to a muffled, hitching hiccup, she lingers outside, knocking softly against the wood.
"Hey, would you like me to fetch someone?"
There's a moment of silence, broken only by the stranger's hesitant sniffles and she considers leaving, is close to turning back to the door when there is a shifting and the click of a lock before the door swings open.
Clarke stands on the other side, cheeks splotching with red, eyeliner running but her regal air still firmly intact as she marches past Lexa as if she is barely worth a glance, striding towards the mirror in black boots that Lexa knows aren't regulation - but of course, this is Clarke Griffin , so it doesn't matter one bit - and leaning over to start powdering her nose. For a second she wants to leave, because Clarke seems every bit the upper east side bitch in this moment, but she knows a defence when she sees one, has been living with one for the last three years and so she stays, watching from a few steps away.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks at last and Clarke slams her powder down on the counter so hard that it spills over the side of its little plastic case.
"Do I look like I want to talk?"
"Not particularly," Lexa admits at last, stepping slowly closer until she can lean against the counter a few paces away from the blonde, watching her carefully. "Do you want me to leave?"
"You think I care what you do?" Clarke growls it out, reaching into her bag for a makeup wipe to smooth away the smears of black beneath her eyes.
Lexa stays where she is, watching stoically as Clarke starts to reapply her eyeliner and it's only when Clarke curses for the second time, scrubbing away her hard work and beginning again, that Lexa realises she is still shivering with suppressed tears, her fingers shaking.
"Hey," she moves closer and lets her hand rise to settle on Clarke's shoulder, relaxing slightly when the blonde doesn't immediately pull away from her touch. "It's okay."
"I just... she's going to ruin my life . Why does she do this to me? Why does she insist on fucking my life over?" Clarke talks quickly, as if she can't stop and Lexa rubs her hand over her shoulder tentatively, eyeing her uncertainly.
"Who?" She asks at last and Clarke throws down her eyeliner, rubbing her palm over her forehead agitatedly.
"My mother ."
"Your mom is ruining your life?" She cocks her eyebrow, confused and sceptical but Clarke doesn't look at her as she turns and continues talking, pacing across the bathroom anxiously.
"She wants me to go to medical school, medical school ." Lexa cocks an eyebrow at her outrage, "and it's just not what I want for myself. Just because she's obsessed with being a surgeon, doesn't mean that I want to be a doctor as well. I just- I can’t even- not after-" She cuts herself off, biting down over her words furiously.
"You seemed pretty good at it when you checked me out in the Dwyer's bathroom," Lexa observes carefully, flushing at the double meaning of her words, but Clarke rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she continues to pace.
"That was different, I was just looking after my friend ."
"You didn't know me."
"I wanted to," Clarke shoots her an irritated glance and Lexa's eyebrows shoot up, treading a fine line between amused and outraged when Clarke waves her hand. "That's the difference."
"What do you want to do instead?" She asks, her earlier annoyance flaring again. "Be a socialite?"
"No." The blonde snaps, glaring at her, "I want to go to NYU and study art."
She feels a flush of shame at her assumption and softens a little."That's pretty cool," She nods, smiling despite herself. "I've seen some of your work around school. You're a brilliant artist."
"Thanks," Clarke cracks a small smile in return, "Try telling my mom that... she just demands that I'm the best all the time, but her version of the best. It’s just not who I am, not anymore at least."
"Well there's no point going to medical school if you're just going to leave after a year or so." Lexa observes, quietly, "it's a waste of time and money."
"Exactly!" Clarke throws her hands up, raising her eyes to the ceiling. "But she won't listen to me."
"You'll have to make her," Lexa crosses her arms, shrugging. "This is your life Clarke, make her sit up and notice that you can do whatever the hell you want."
"Right, you’re right.” Clarke is quiet for a minute and she pauses in her pacing, eyes fixed to the floor and flickering back and forth for a second, quick with thought before she looks up slowly, meeting Lexa's gaze with a ferocious determination that is almost frightening. "I have an idea... date me."
"Date you?" Lexa blinks at her, mouth dropping open in surprise. "That's... that’s not how girls normally ask me out, Clarke."
"Oh come on," Clarke takes a few quick steps closer to her, until she is backed up against the counter, nowhere left to escape to. "You know I'm attracted to you and I know you think I'm hot. My mother will freak out ."
"I'm not really... looking for a girlfriend right now," Lexa tells her, edging slowly out of her grip. "And we only just met!"
"We've known each other for almost a week!" Clarke counters, outraged. "Marriage proposals have happened in less time."
"Maybe in your world." Lexa raises an eyebrow, "but out in the real world we normal people take a little while longer."
"Time is of the essence! Applications are due soon!"
"I'm really not up for dating at the moment Clarke, I'm sorry." Her brows crease when she sees the bewildered outrage cross Clarke's face.
"You flirted with me." Clarke accuses her, face falling, and for the first time her confidence seems to falter. “If you didn't mean it, then... well, then that was really low Lexa."
"No, I did! I mean-" She stumbles over her words, "I mean I did flirt with you, because I do find you attractive. But I never thought anything would come of it! And I just can't handle a relationship with everything else that's going on in my life."
"Then just fake it."
"Fake it?" She echoes the words, mouth falling open in alarm. "Is this some kind of bad sitcom? No !"
"Seriously, Lexa you're perfect," Clarke drags her by the hand and pulls her over to the mirror, lacing their fingers together and Lexa tries to ignore the way that her heart thumps at the feeling of their palms pressed together. "Look at us," she demands and Lexa follows her instructions, watching her reflection beside Clarke's in the mirror. "We're a great couple," Clarke insists, a little more softly. "We've got chemistry, I find you attractive and you're perfect ."
"Yeah, you've mentioned that," Her eyes flicker uncertainly to Clarke's in the mirror, "But I’m not sure it’s a compliment."
"You're a girl," Clarke points out and she can't help but cut in.
"Ah yes. Ideal."
"You're a smartass ," Clarke continues, slapping at her arm. There is a playful smile on her lips and Lexa has to force her eyes away from it. "You're from Brooklyn and you have a like... edgy, outsider vibe going on."
"Edgy?" Lexa repeats, skeptically. "I have a 4.8 GPA and a perfect record."
"Yeah but my mother doesn't know that." Clarke points out smoothly and turns, their hands still interlocked, to look at her. "Will you do this for me? Just a dinner or two. You'll be doing me a huge favor."
Lexa considers, watching the girl and feeling the heat of her hand, the swell in her heart when she hears Clarke laughs. Where's the downside, really ? "Fine." She concedes and Clarke lets out a squeal of joy, throwing her hands around her neck and dragging her in for a stilted, unwilling hug before pulling back to say, her voice sternly somber.
"Lexa Woods, will you be my fake girlfriend?"
"I already said yes." Lexa rolls her eyes, pushing her gently and Clarke laughs, more loudly this time, and for a second Lexa feels impossibly light. Clarke reaches to grab her bag as Lexa digs in her pockets for a second, fumbling for a folded envelope as the blonde starts towards the door. "Oh, I wanted to give you this back." The envelope is crumpled and she pushes it towards Clarke. "Your money." She explains, redundantly and Clarke shakes her head, nudging her hand away with a slight smile.
"Consider it my thanks for your favor."
"You're going to pay me for fake dating you?" Lexa stares at her, somewhere close to aghast, but Clarke doesn't seem to notice, shrugging.
"Don't think of it as payment, think of it as a gift."
"A hundred dollars worth of gift, Clarke."
Clarke just shrugs again, stepping through the door without her and saying, with a light smile, "Definitely worth the money."
The words leave a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, and as Clarke saunters away she glances down at the money in her hands and tries to ignore the part of her that says this is a mistake.
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ANYA IDA SERRA. 24. CIS-FEMALE. SHE/HER is here! She’s lived in Silver Lake HER WHOLE LIFE and is originally from SILVER LAKE. She is a POLICE OFFICER AT LAPD and in her downtime loves TRYING EXTREME SPORTS and MAKING ORIGAMI ANIMALS. She looks a lot like CAMILA MENDES and lives IN A SHARED APARTMENT BUILDING NEAR REDCLIFF ST.
+ B A S I C S
— Anya, only child, grew up in Silverwood Terrace to her politician father and headmistress ( of the same private school Anya attended ) mother. Her grandfather was on the Los Angeles City Council prior to an early retirement so it was no surprise when her uncle ( her aunts husband ) was elected the Chief of LAPD several years ago.
— She was destine to train as a professional dancer. From the moment she found her feet, her mother had her training whenever she could, group classes, private lessons, in the dance studio they had installed in their Silverwood home. She was good, good in the way that you were going places, especially when you were dedicated and had connections.
— That wasn’t to be, aged sixteen and two months before what could be considered her big break stepping stone post high school she fell hard whilst cheerleading, shattering her knee-cap and requiring reconstructive surgery. Most of her Junior year, and the beginning of her Senior year were stolen with intense physical therapy to get her back on her feet and moving around properly again. Needless to say, her career as a dancer was over. During this time she was also pushed into therapy by her parents, not wanting their only child ‘broken’ because she believed her life was over, she still doesn’t really like to talk about it.
— Plans changed, and instead she went Dartmouth College, completing a degree in Criminology whilst again competing on the cheer team ( much to her parents dismay after they’d paid a fortune on the best physical therapy money could buy — however, cheer had stolen enough from her and she wasn’t going to turn her back on it out of bitterness ).
— Upon return to Silver Lake ( something she never intended to do ) and unsure of where to go next she joined the police academy after a little pressure was applied by her grandfather, her lack of political interest meant she wasn’t following in his, or her fathers, footsteps. For someone who was usually fast to make firm friends this was a difficult transition, finding her connection to the chief did not bring her many brownie points.
— She’s been a police officer for thirteen months now and she’s hoping to get promoted to detective soon, even if her connections get her there ( even if she wants to prove she can do it alone, she knows thats never truly going to be seen as the determining factor ).
— Arguably, her best friend is her cat. Fondu ( named after ballet, not cheese ), he’s the fluffiest 2 year old Ragdoll and was a graduation gift from her parents, along with a Porche 911, which lives in the garage at her parents house in favour for her day-to-day Jeep.
— Don’t undermine her height (she’s 5′1″), she can get someone double her size on the floor in three seconds flat.
+ C U R R E N T - C O N N E C T I O N S
— Morgan Shore ( @mcrganshore ) & Mateo Mercer ( @mateomercer ) are her roommates.
— Mateo Mercer is also her high school ex, they dated the majority of high school, breaking up amicably & staying close friends when she left to go to Dartmouth.
+ W A N T E D - C O N N E C T I O N S (brief, will extend this later)
friends / close friends / best friends / acquaintances from school.
ex’s (since her return to SL, in the past 2-ish years).
frenemies. anya is pretty easy to get along with, but there is someone who rubs her up the wrong way.
a 3am ‘friend’, she’s not really one to sleep around, but she’s happy to scratch that itch regularly with somebody, no strings.
fellow fitness freaks; anya will try literally anything once. want a running buddy? a swimming buddy? a surf buddy? wanna sky dive? lets go.
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