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wonwoonlight · 1 year ago

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take a chance / jeon wonwoo

Wonwoo x Reader // 1.7k words // nothing but fluff lol they're idiots

a/n: if you cant tell im absolutely insane abt this wonwoo. 100000% self indulgent and 100% not proofread as always ehe <3 v lowkey inspired also by niki - take a chance with me

He drives me crazy, it's so beyond me

How he'd look at me dead in the eye and stay unaware

Niki - Take A Chance with Me

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Wonwoo has never really been interested in romance.

When he was six and his friends started talking about girls were icky, he couldn't have cared enough to even think about girls in particular.

When he was fourteen and his close cousin who was practically his big brother told him about his first girlfriend, Wonwoo had simply nodded and congratulated him because the older guy looked like he was waiting for it even though he didn't get what's there to congratulate.

When he was seventeen and another cousin got married, he thought a little about what it'd be like to commit yourself for the rest of your life to another person.

Anyhow, now he's twenty seven and still pretty much free from the dating experience.

He just simply couldn't be bothered to try nor was he even curious enough to try.

There's too much risk. Too much things to do. Too many factors to think about. It's too complicated and Wonwoo has never been a fan of complicated.

Sure, the older he gets the more he understands about the attraction and whatnot. But the few dates that he has been on (which he could count with his two hands) was entirely due to his friends setting up with someone and his inability to say no the second time even though he did reject their so-called-help the first time around.

They eventually get the hint and stop setting Wonwoo up on a blind date.

He never sees romance as a necessity and he doesn't feel the need to have a partner, what is there more to say?

“I lost the floor 12 Abyss again.” You pout, half tempted to throw away the joystick in your hands. “I'm never playing this game again, I'm telling you.”

Wonwoo chuckles and tells you to move as he slides next to you, taking the joystick away and getting ready to restart your game.

“You just suck at this.” He teases, not minding your glare because he's way too used to it at this point. “And you say that everytime but here you are, still playing.”

“Shut up.” You pout, both impressed and unimpressed at the way he easily goes through the stages.

“Done.” He grins, all nine shining stars looking back at you.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don't.”

“I do!” You take back the joystick from him and close the window. “You don't even play this game! This is bullshit!”

He laughs under his breath and ruffles your hair, saying something about how he can't help being good at it.

You like that side of Wonwoo, as you often tell him, because people have always said that Wonwoo is quiet–that he doesn't talk a lot and it could be awkward being left alone with him.

And whilst it's not entirely untrue and you've been there too, you also know that Wonwoo is much more than his lack of words.

Wonwoo talks a lot once he's comfortable. You just need to be very patient and understanding about his silence before he gets there.

You… have been plenty patient, amongst other things.

You're patient enough to get where you are even though you've never imagined you'd get here.

Here, meaning being close enough with Wonwoo for him to be comfortable with you that he doesn't mind inviting you over to his place with no other companies.

Here, meaning being close enough with Wonwoo for him to not mind the fact that you like him and not act weird about it.

Here, meaning being close with Wonwoo despite the fact that you've confessed to him about your feelings but you're still here in his place, right next to him with not a single air of awkwardness between you two.

Turning off the Playstation, you settle on Wonwoo's sofa and decide to scroll through Instagram instead. You sigh, catching his attention, and when he asks you what's wrong, you simply shake your head no.

“What are you sighing about this time?”

This is something that people don't know about Wonwoo either: he prods when it comes to people he cares about.

Granted, he does it exactly three times to see if the other party would relent by then. He does that because that's how he is, he once tells you, because he rarely opens up at the first question but eventually cracks on the third time. That, by the third question, he's already had enough time to consider whether or not he really wants to talk about it.

“Nothing important.” You try to reassure him. “Just silly stuff.”

Wonwoo looks at you pointedly, but you simply smile and turn back to your phone, which he supposes means you don't feel like bringing it up just yet.

He closes his book and puts it on the coffee table, leaning closer to you to see what you're up to.

You wonder if Wonwoo knows what his action means to your poor, poor heart. If he's aware that, as much you said you're cool despite your confession, you still have romantic attractions towards him and confessing doesn't mean you're no longer affected by anything and everything he does.

After watching you go through your phone for a bit, it is quite easy for Wonwoo to realize what might be the core of your problem.

“You're thinking about why you're single again, aren't you?”

Your fingers freeze and so does your entire body, and Wonwoo would've laughed at how surprised you look right now, but he knows you're actually bothered by this problem from time to time though he doesn't exactly understand why.

And for someone who's observative and quite sensitive when it comes to things around him, Wonwoo can be a bit dense, still.

On what kind of universe does he think this topic would be okay to talk about with someone who literally confessed to you and somewhat got rejected though not explicitly?

“I don't want to talk about it.” You whine despite the fast beating of your heart. You honestly don't think you have it in you to talk about this with Wonwoo. At least not just yet.

“Why?”

You look at him, incredulous. “You know why.”

“Because you like me?”

You shrug, not wanting to deny it.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks, voice very gentle and careful.

“What?”

“I'm sorry if this sounds insensitive.” You press your lips together as he starts. At least, he has the conscience to know that. “But… what is it about being in a relationship that appeals so much to you?”

You pause before you answer, wondering what to say. “Do you want me to actually answer that?”

“If you don't mind answering.”

Wonwoo wonders if he makes you uncomfortable by asking such question. But if there's anyone he can ask about this, it can only be you. No one else would answer it in a way that he would understand. No one else would give him the sincerity that you'd give in your answer.

He feels bad knowing you like him and still asking you like this. But he supposes you're both close enough for that discussion, that he doesn't want to let your feelings get in the way of your precious friendship.

Perhaps he's selfish, but he doesn't want to be too conscious when it comes to your relationship with him despite everything.

“I guess it's just the fact that someone's always there for you.” You start, not looking at him even though his gaze is locked at you. “That there's this person who… you can tell everything to, from your secrets to what you feel like eating today. That when you want to do something, you can always run to them first before wondering if anyone else is available. That–”

“But that's already how we are?” He cuts you off.

You stare at him wide-eyed, wondering if it's some kind of prank even though you know he's not that kind of person.

“That's already what I do with you.” He says one more time–more firm and somewhat determined with a hint of confusion. “Why do you think you're in my place so often?”

“I… I– I don't know? You're… bored? And I happen to be free?” You stutter a little, not used to the way he's staring at you.

“I am bored.” He agrees, things suddenly crystal clear in his eyes. “But I'm bored because I don't have you around. And I want you here. That's why I asked all the time if you're available.”

You open your lips to say something–anything, but nothing comes out because your heartbeat is ringing throughout your body right up to your ears.

“You're the only person I send those posts about places I want to visit because I want to visit with you. I don't send them to anyone else. I don't even like going out all that much.”

“I… I don't understand?”

“Are we in a relationship?” He asks rather bluntly, mixing all your feelings together with one single question.

“Wonwoo, I don't think this is how you should go around it–”

“Have we been dating all this time?” He asks one more time, not even seemingly nervous about it.

He looks at you like he's expecting an answer, but how are you supposed to answer that? You've simply been happy that you get to spend time with him. You didn't think for one second that he might be into you despite all the time he asks you to accompany him somewhere and all the time you're alone in his place.

“I've been too oblivious, haven't I?” He concludes by himself, your silence doesn't deter him at all.

He reaches for your cheek, and if he notices how warm your face is, he doesn't mention it. But he caresses the apple of your cheek as he looks at you with the gentlest reflection you've ever seen in his eyes.

“I'm sorry it took me too long.” He whispers, and you bite your lip so hard to hide your smile because you don't want to be too happy before anything's decided. You're not sure what he's trying to say, your head is spinning with thoughts and your heart is beating at an erratic rhythm. “Do you mind… letting me learn a bit more?”

“About what?” You whisper back.

“Being a good boyfriend?” He smiles when you do too, feeling warmth all over his chest at how shy you seem to be. “You know I've never done this before, right? Let me take a chance with you?

You finally let yourself grin at this, no longer able to control the happiness blooming within you at whatever this might mean.

And as you lean your face more into his palm, Wonwoo thinks he's ready to take all the risks that might come together with whatever the future has in store as long as he has you by his side.

#wonwoo fluff #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #khione.fics #seventeen au #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagines #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo oneshot #psa reminder that hes MINE

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jetblack4realz · 25 days ago

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protector - haymitch abernathy

not her

masterlist

after a week of teasing the capitol, haymitch has gotten really good at setting boundaries with pushy peacekeepers and sponsors.

warnings: sexualizing, allusions to sa and gross people, spoilers to sotr, age gap of like 3 years

word count: 2.6k

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twelve more days in the capitol and twelve more parties to attend, each one decorated as a different district in "preparation" for your victory tour - though several capitol women complained about the tackiness of doing distrct 4 twice in one week from your first celebration.

you and haymitch had done your due diligence with flirting, the boy whisking you away for at least a dance or two each night and stealing your time with sponsors. he had expert timing, always stepping in when a man over forty was getting too close.

"honey, have you tried this?"

you didn't even turn, simply holding a hand out to accept the little pink eclair the district 12 boy was offering you. his hand settled on your waist securely and you could practically hear his overdramatic expression as he turned his attention to the green-haired gentleman opposite you.

"you into eclairs?" haymitch didn't wait for a response to continue, his other hand falling to your arm. "i'd never had one before i first came here for my games, but i think they're the best damn thing the capitol's come up with."

the man's brows raised, slightly hesitant and extremely confused. "oh, yes. yes i am a fan of the eclairs."

"who isn't?" haymitch chuckled, his breath hitting your ear as he began pulling you backwards with him. "now, if you'll excuse me i need to introduce our sparkly new victor to some friends."

you started to learn to do it too; those colorful capitol ladies sure had sweet spots for district 12's only living victor.

they weren't shy about their interest in him - hands on his arm or chest as they pushed bright colored drinks in his face and giggled on about how much of an eligible bachelor he was.

"oh haymitch, you would love this!" a woman looking to be about thirty chirped, a flamingo-pink margarita in her hand as she offered it to the younger boy. she was stood entirely too close to him with her free hand on his upper arm, leaving a faint purple stain on his white shirt. "it's bubblegum flavored."

you quickly snatched a glass of whiskey off the tray of a passing server, spinning as you slid up to his side with a hand on his back and the glass just slightly in front of the other lady's. "here, h. noticed you were out."

he took it from your hand, smiling gently in your direction as you turned your eyes to the lady you recognized from the sponsor booths who'd been supporting your district partner. "he's into dark liquors, not the fun, bright stuff like the rest of us. i'd be happy to try it though, thank you!"

they were all talking about you two. everyone. just as you hoped.

whispers as he pulled you around the parties, pictures snapped when you met for a meal or went on a walk, giggling questions about the other whenever approached.

"are you dating haymitch abernathy?"

you looked up with wide eyes, glancing sideways at mags before turning your attention to the young teen in front of you. "sorry?"

"are you dating him?" she repeated, a hand settling on her hip as she looked over your blue sundress that seemed rather simple in comparison to her flamboyant toile bubble of a dress. "because my dad was going to introduce us at the party last night and instead he was all caught up with you."

you laughed a bit, shaking your head. "no, sweetheart, we're not officially dating."

"unofficially?"

"i don't see how that's any of your business," you answered as politely as possible.

she scoffed. "well, i'm gonna be at the party tonight too. i'll find him and no one will be wondering if you two are dating again." she hesitated, thinking through her words again. "because it'll be me. he'll be dating me."

"well, i look forward to seeing you tonight," you told her with a smile. "we'll be at the bar so you can find us - oh, except it's 18 and older..."

she paused, racking her brain for any sort of way she could get out of that situation and hopefully into haymitch's arms. after a few moments she just scoffed and walked away.

you laughed to mags when you saw caesar's gossip review later that day, quoting an anonymous witness saying that you admitted to being in an unofficial relationship with haymitch.

you even saw a headline in the capitol newspaper:

“Seashells & Sass: Y/n Flanagan and Haymitch Abernathy Spark Romance Rumors!”

it was night 7, the theme following suit.

you felt like a tree, in a skin tight, bark-patterned dress and a headdress of leaves that you were pissed your stylist placed on your head. it sounded like streamers being shook around every time you moved and bobbed in and out of your eyesight as you tried to talk to people.

"i love your leaves!" a girl in a similar brown dress to yours complemented, one hand rising to mess with the little green fabric pieces.

"really? thank you!" you said, smiling as you reached to pull them off. "here! you can wear them. they'd look darling with your dress."

"oh, you're so kind!" she chirped, accepting the headband with a wide smile and slipping the canopy of leaves onto her hair.

behind her, a man in different shades of green all over his suit popped out of the crowd, his eyes immediately landing on you. his short black hair had green sparkles gelled into it, shimmering against the light of the overhead chandeliers, and to you he just looked like the embodiment of disgust. when he met your eyes, your face fell for a moment before you picked it right back up and focused back on the girl in front of you, pushing a leaf to the side to see her face better.

"don't even thank me," you told her, patting her arm as you moved past her towards the bar. "you have a good night!"

you didn't even hear her response. "gigi! hey, gigi!"

mags turned with furrowed brows as you stood in front of her barstool. "what is it, dear?"

"i have to get out of here," you said, shaking your head as you let out an exhausted breath. "i don't think i've gotten a full night of sleep since before the reaping and there's this guy who keeps following me around."

"what?" she asked, moving to stand before you rested a hand on her arm to stop her. "who?"

"i can't remember what he said his name was, but he's about my height-" you held a hand to the top of your head for reference "-dressed head to toe in the ugliest shades of green ever, and keeps making comments about how surprised he is a girl of my age can have the curves that i do in this dress."

she was about to say something, her brows knitted into a glare, but then you added quickly with a glance to the side:

"oh, and he's on his way over to me again."

she followed your gaze and presumably spotted the man before she looked back to you. "has haymitch been with you?"

"yes, but never when he comes around. i think that's strategic," you answered. "so, i think i'm gonna head back to my room. can you cover for me?"

"don't go alone, darling," she said, shaking her head. "i'll come with you."

"no, i'm fine, really," you insisted, waving her suggestion away.

"just, hold on-"

you glanced to the side and the man was moving quicker towards you.

"gigi, i'm gonna go. i really don't want to deal with all of this right now," you told her, moving to the side to slip out the door beside the bar.

"sweetie, honestly-"

"well, hello again."

both yours and mags' eyes snapped to the side, tensing at the sight of the glittery fifty-something year old.

"oh. hello," you answered politely.

"figaro," he said, grinning widely as he told you his name and held his hand out towards you. "i know you must be meeting so many people that you forgot. totally understandable. but, i promise you won't forget it by the end of the night."

"except unfortunately my granddaughter's night has come to an end," mags told him, the man lowering his hand as he looked at the woman. "she's exhausted and feeling ill, so if you'll excuse us-"

"oh, i'd be happy to walk her to her room," figaro said. "no need for your night to end."

"no, that's quite alright. i will take her," she answered, her lips set in a thin line as she eyed him.

"i insist," the man said, reaching forward to take your arm and step towards the door you were previously trying to escape out of. "it's no problem." and then he leaned closer to you, a sickly sweet smile on his lips as they hovered by your ear. "i was hoping to take up some of your night. like i said earlier, i'll get you to remember my name by the end of it."

"no," you said sharply, pulling your arm from his grasp and stepping back towards mags. "no."

"no?" he repeated.

"no," you said, frowning deeply. "no, i can't even imagine why you would-"

"do we have a problem here?"

a peacekeeper. all dressed in white with a gun on his hip. and his eyes were on you.

"yes, actually," you said. "this man won't leave me alone. if you could escort me back to my room, that would be greatly appreciated."

he eyed you for several moments before glancing at the man to your left and back to you. "i believe president snow requested that you be as accommodating to our sponsors as possible."

you were dumbfounded, your mouth dropped open and your brows knitted. next to you, mags was obviously frustrated, but a certain knowing was in her expression too as she reached to squeeze your hand.

"actually, he didn't."

the peacekeeper spun around to find panem's favorite golden-haired, whiskey-drowning victor, his brows raised questioningly at the peacekeeper.

"those rules may apply to some of our fellow victors, but not her," he continued, stepping between you and the two other men, setting his glass on the bartop beside mags. "you get that? not her."

you and your grandmother both held your breath as you watched the expressions of the peacekeeper and figaro morph from annoyance to confusion to a strange mix of frustration, knowing, and fear.

what sparked that?

the spark then reached for your hand behind his back and you took it gratefully.

"if you could relay that information to your friends - both of you - that would be lovely," haymitch said. "we're going to leave now and neither of you are going to have any issues with it, because you have no reason to. are we clear?"

another beat of silence before the peacekeeper nodded. "yes sir."

"good, that's what i like to hear. and you, my lovely green friend?"

"crystal clear."

"wonderful. you all have a wonderful night now," he said with a false smile, turning and keeping you and mags in front of him as he moved towards the door. when your grandmother pushed the door open he glanced over his shoulder at figaro and lifted a hand vaguely in his direction. "you have some... glitter in your hair, by the way. just thought you should know."

and then he slipped into the hallway after you and mags, shutting the door firmly behind him.

he shot you both a smile. "alright ladies, let's head home."

one hand hovered over the small of your back as he walked you both back to your rooms, taking the elevator and dropping off mags first before walking down the rest of the hallway to yours.

"thank you," you told him when he came to your side again. you took his hand. "seriously."

"no problem. hopefully they get the memo from now on," he huffed.

"hopefully."

"and if they don't i'll just rescue you again," he told you, smiling gently as you guys stepped in the elevator to go up to your room. you pressed the button for the appropriate level. "i never have an issue with playing hero for a bit."

you hesitated. "are they going to try again? like... when you're not here? when gigi isn't here? what do i - what do i do then?"

"it won't happen," he told you, hands moving to grip your upper arms gently and slowly rubbed them up and down. "it won't. don't answer the door unless you know it's me or mags. just pretend you're asleep and if they keep knocking message me on my intercom. i'll come."

"you'll come."

"i'll come," he said again. "i promise."

"okay," you said quietly. "thank you. you didn't need to do all of this."

he shrugged, his hands stopping their movements and staying still on your arms. "i don't mind it. really."

except you thought he did. you could assumed how exhausting all of this probably was. how much effort he had to put into socializing. not that he ever said it - he's only been kind. but, you know it isn't easy. this is a threat to him too.

you threw your arms around his neck, squeezing tightly as you felt his arms wind around your waist securely, hugging you back. "thank you, haymitch. for helping me."

"i'm here for you," he mumbled into your hair. "and i will be for as long as you need me to be."

you pulled back with a sad laugh. "even if that means forever because i'm too damn scared to go it alone?"

he tucked your hair behind your ear with a gentle frown as he considered your words. several beats of silence passed before he finally answered: "you're not weak because you're scared of being hurt, you know. i'm scared too. believe it or not, being with you like this has made it... easier."

"oh." it was all you could come up with, however idiotic it was.

but then the doors opened and haymitch was pulling you out after him.

"you're really good at this, by the way," he said. "or, at least, you've gotten better. the whole flirting thing? you're very convincing now."

"it's, uh, gotten easier," you said with an awkward laugh.

he laughed gruffly. "ditto."

did he mean what you meant by that?

probably not. no. he didn't want this. but, well, neither did you.

it wasn't long before you reached your door and you lifted your wristband to the lock to let you in. it flashed green and then you paused before pushing it open. you clicked the authorizing code on the little screen, resetting the lock controls with another tap of your wristband before turning back to haymitch.

"give me your wrist," you said, reaching for his left hand.

"what?"

"i need your wrist." and then you just grabbed it, holding up his own coded wristband until the light flashed green again. his eyes were on you as he realized what you did, his brows furrowing. but, before he could ask the question, you spoke again. "just so if anything happens you know and you can get in. it sends me notifications when someone goes in that's not me... now you know too." you hesitated. "is that alright?"

"smart," he hummed. "how else am i supposed to be the hero?"

you smiled. "just trying to help you out."

"well, i appreciate it," he said, tilting his head at you. he reached a hand out to brush your arm, sending a wave of goosebumps over your skin. "you get some rest. i'm just a walk away."

"yeah," you nodded. "okay."

"goodnight," he said and you pushed your door open.

"goodnight."

#haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch x reader #thg haymitch #haymitch abernathy #sotr #thg sotr #sunrise on the reaping

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tallglasstea · 9 months ago

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Media N Basketball Part 1

Synopsis: The WNBA’s new Social Media Manager, Amara, heads to Seattle to help improve the Seattle Storms media pages. She has had a big crush on Gabby Williams but avoids her due to rumors that Gabby is dating Marine Johannes.

Please note: This takes place during the 2025 season and this is my first fic in yearsss. Forgive me if I am a bit rusty.

Thursday July 11, 2025

Third P.O.V

It’s almost the halfway point of the 2025 WNBA season and Amara couldn’t be more excited. She has officially been at the W for 9 months and has been having the time of her life. Still getting the hang of things, but overall she loves her coworkers and just the overall environment. Witnessing the 2025 draft and seeing all the college stars getting drafted and to just know that she was really a part of the big moment will always be a core memory for her.

Being based in NYC meant that she helped the Liberty, Sun, and Mystics a lot with their social media pages because she was so close. Providing a new and fresh outlook on their pages, the team's pages have grown exponentially. The Liberty has grown to 1.2 million on Tiktok and 2 Million on Instagram. The Sun to 600K on Tiktok and 400K on Instagram. The Mystics to 724K on Tiktok and 527K on Instagram. Teams immediately took notice of the newfound fanbases and the rest enlisted to have Amara flown out to help their teams.

Amara’s first stop would be Seattle Storm with her favorite (and closest) coworker Destiny. Despite having Jewell, Nneka and Nika, the Storm could not seem to grow their fan bases on social media. Amara couldn’t help but feel nervous as her personal celebrity crush was also on the Seattle Storm this season.

Amara’s P.O.V

“Gworllll are you excited to go to Seattle?!?” Destiny nudged Amara’s shoulder while they were settling on the plane to take off. “Your favorite girl is going to be there.”

“Pleaseeee stop. This is work, we need to stay professional.” I tried to keep my resolve but I couldn’t help to smile when thinking about my little crush. “Plus I heard that she is dating Marine Johannes so that dream is dead anyways.” Maybe if I said it enough then my little crush would fade away. ‘But she looked soo fine during the 2024 Olympics,’ I thought to myself.

“Mmchttt” Destiny rolled her eyes and rolled over to close her eyes. I was tired too and we had a long flight ahead of us, so I might as well get some rest.

Friday July 12, 2025

Destiny and I are headed to the Storm’s new practice facility, and my anxiety is through the roof. Not very demure nor mindful of me huh? I love working for the W but it’s still very nerve wracking having to meet new people and new teams. Especially women as tall and beautiful as them. I’m not short but I’m not exactly tall either, standing at a cool 5’6. I was so into my thoughts I didn’t even realize that destiny was talking to me until she started snapping in my face.

“Yoooooo is there anyone there? Bitch are you on autopilot?!” Destiny continuously snapping in my face. I mush her with my free hand. “Don’t snap at me! Anywhore what were you saying?” I asked. “What type of content are we starting with? Since we are almost there, I want to prepare,” she replied. Looking at the GPS, I realize that she is absolutely right. 2 minutes away. What if I crash this car right now? I'm kidding, I'm kidding (sort of, not really). I’m thinking what would be the best video to start showcasing their personalities. “I think we should do the rapid fire questions for each of the players. We should probably feel them out and kind of gauge what they are comfortable with answering and they aren’t,” I stated after a few beats. “ I call dibs on Nneka, Nika, Victoria, Mercedes, Joyner and Sami.” I wanted to make sure that I didn’t really have to interact with Gabby, my stalkerish ass could just admire her from a distance. Destiny looked at me bewildered as we pulled in front of the facility. “You evil bitch, I can’t believe you called dibs,” she laughed as we got out of the car.

The walk from the car ride to the main practice gym was short but felt like it took forever.

We had unloaded our equipment and were waiting outside the gym for the General managers and coaches. We, mainly I, didn’t want to just bust in on their practice while Destiny wanted to do exactly that. Once we introduced ourselves to the GMs and coaches, we told them our game plan for content. I took a deep breath, as the doors to the gym opened. Here goes nothing…..

To be continued….

Sooo what did we think? I know I’m rusty so don’t eat me up toooooooo bad. I was trying to make it short but I figured it would be better as a multi-part fic. Please let me know what y’all think! Since there was nothing not even hcs on Gabby I figured I would start some of my own.

If y’all like my writing style, I would like to open myself up to WNBA requests along with other womens sports.

Welp see ya soon bookies!

#wnba imagine #wbb #wnba basketball #uconn wbb #black reader #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #gabby williams #gabby williams x reader #seattle storm #wnba x reader #wnba #paige bueckers

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to-the-stars8 · 1 year ago

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3 MDNI 18+

Chapter 9

Jason didn’t like not being in control.

When things weren’t under his control that meant the plan had been fucked. As Thalia had taught him, sometimes not being in control wasn’t bad if you could use your other skills to manage it. In regards to his job as a crime lord, vigilante, anti-hero— whatever the fuck he was, he could handle it without a second thought. He had experience with vigilantism. Recent experience, anyway.

With love, the same couldn’t be said.

As Jason pondered the subject, he quickly realized that his infatuation with you didn’t stop at innocent liking. No, this wasn’t the same teenage, high school love that only involved hand-holding and shy kisses. This was serious— adult.

Jason couldn’t get the picture of you bent over your kitchen counter out of his head. When he closed his eyes he could practically hear your moans and skin slapping against skin. Jason wanted to breathe you in, taste you, feel you in ways that would make anyone blush.

And, the thought terrified him.

At the ripe age of twenty-one not once had Jason known the touch of a partner. He’d been too focused on work and the thrills it provided. Granted, it wasn’t like there was much time for romance between him being dead at fifteen and him being an infamous crime lord. Now, thinking about touching you in such an intimate way scared him.

He could hardly sleep over it. Every time he’d lie in bed Jason’s mind would battle it out on the subject of wanting to have sex and, when he finally managed to sleep, he couldn’t help but dream of it.

In his dreams, you whispered the filthiest things in his ear as he sunk into you. Your hands would run over his body, touching every scar and muscle, as you begged for more. Jason’s mind, when he was asleep, could openly admit that he wanted to fuck you. When awake, it terrified him to think of such an admission.

“Fuck,” Jason seethed as he sat up in bed. Running his hand through his hair as he looked down at the tent in his boxers.

There was a battle if he should just ignore his hard cock and slide back into sleep, but his body begged for some release. Slowly, like he could have been caught at any second, his hand slid into his boxers. When Jason’s hand gripped the base of his cock, he gasped. He hadn’t realized just how sensitive he was.

He shouldn’t have been thinking of you under him because he didn’t know if he could do it. His biggest fear was that this whole thing with you was a dream. He wanted to be vulnerable with you, but he was afraid just when he got that little piece of comfort it would be ripped away from him.

You weren’t like Bruce, Catherine, Joker, or Shelia. You were you. All he had were happy memories when it came to you. You were his first date, friend, and kiss—all of those sweet, comforting memories that got him through the roughest moments were due to you. Even now, you were his first date since he’d been back, and the one reviving his love life.

Sucking in a breath, Jason imagined you again. It wasn’t voluntary, but he didn’t push it away this time. Freeing his cock from his boxers, Jason gasped at how aroused he was. His cock was throbbing, the pink tip oozing precum, and all he wanted to do was finish. Running his hand back up his cock, Jason imagined it was you jerking him off.

“Fuck, you’re hard,” You’d say into his ear. You’d kiss his neck, hand moving fast to get him off.

Jason whined. “Oh, fuck, babe. Just like that.” You’d moan, hand gripping his cock a little tighter, and suck a hickey into his neck. Jason’s mind went into a haze as he continued to jerk his cock.

Closing his eyes, he wished that you were there now. While his walls were down, you could be there to comfort, kiss, and love him. Love, the word made his eyes snap open with a groan. Fuck, Jason would love you so good, and the thought of doing so made aroused him further. There wouldn't be a day when you didn’t know how loved you were. All things beautiful deserved to be worshipped, and, goddamn it, if you didn’t deserve that at the very least.

Jason’s hand was gliding over his cock, his precum acting as a lubricant, and closed his eyes again. He pictured you breathing against his ear, begging to be near him as you kissed his neck.

“I miss you,” You said in his imagination. “I want you, Jason.”

“I want you, too,” He whispered before letting out a long whine. Damn, he was getting close. “I want you so fucking bad. I’ve missed you so much, baby.”

He could feel your breath against his skin as you chuckled, pressing your imaginary lips against his jaw before saying, “Show me just how much.”

Jason opened his eyes just as he came, coating his hand and boxers in cum. He breathed through his teeth in an attempt to hold back loud, aching moans. Squeezing his eyes shut again, he tried to imagine you again, but, like the fleeting height of his pleasure, you were gone. In an instant, his walls were back up. Jason let out a short breath of air before getting up. He needed to clean himself up because the last thing he wanted to do was to wake up with this sticky reminder.

When he returned his phone lit up on the nightstand and he grabbed it as he sat. Two messages had just come up on his phone, one from you and one from Dick. They were minutes apart, and Jason found the coincidence slightly amusing. He swiped on your name first, reading your message.

I saw this and thought of you almost instantly lol

Under the message was a picture of a big angry-looking cat with the caption ‘socially awkward’. Jason chuckled, albeit not entirely picking up what you were putting down. He simply replied with a ‘lol’ before opening up Dick’s message.

So, when were you going to tell me about you and your new little girlfriend?

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jeankluv · 1 year ago

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Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 08

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Summary: You didn’t like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you use to describe him.

ac: _3aem

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

Notes: I’m beginning my studying time this upcoming weeks so expect chapters only on weekends. Remember you can send me requests for small stories with any jjk, op or aot characters, smut or fluff, except smut for minors like Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, etc.. Anyways thank you and have a great week 🤍

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You had arrived from work 20 minutes ago to be exact, in that time you had taken a shower and now you were making a coffee to go straight to studying. Tomorrow you had the exam and you had barely had any free time to study during the week. They had given you more work and the teamwork with Satoru had grown. Satoru. It was strange for you to call him by his name, it was even stranger to call him in class, so most of the time you tried not to do it, but Satoru, as clever as he was, had noticed it and had taken it as a new way to mess with you, in a good way of course.

You walked in silence to your room — Kyoko was studying for another of her subjects and her parents had gone to sleep a while ago. Making as little noise as possible you sat down at your desk and opened the book to the exercise page. Putting aside the hot cup of coffee, you sat up straight, ready to spend practically the entire night, making problems over and over again.

You knew you were going to pass the exam, thanks to Satoru's explanations you knew you would get it but you still wanted to pass it. It wasn't because you didn't want to go on that date with him, to tell the truth, right now you wouldn't mind doing it.

While you were thinking that, a smile appeared on your face, which you immediately shook off. If you liked Satoru better and if Kyoko had been right, your “hatred” towards him had always been stupid.

Taking your headphones and your mobile phone, you put on your study playlist on Spotify and began working through each of the problems, with the music filling your ears.

Close to 2 a.m., you decided to get up from the seat where you had been sitting for over two hours and walk around your room to stretch and clear your mind. Your hands ached from gripping the pen so tightly, and your bed was calling out to you to go to sleep.

Your phone, which was on the table, lit up, indicating that a new notification had arrived. Weird. It was 2 a.m.—who could it be?

You picked it up and looked at the notification.

Pain in the ass

Birdie!!

Don't stay up too late and rest.

You'll do great tomorrow 💪

Feeling a mix of surprise and warmth flood through you, you read Satoru's message again, your heart fluttering at his unexpected gesture. Despite the late hour, his words brought a sense of comfort and encouragement that you hadn't realized you needed.

With a soft smile playing on your lips, you typed out a quick reply to him.

You to Pain in the ass

Thanks, Satoru.

Your message means a lot.

I'll make sure to get some rest, don’t worry.

Goodnight 💫

Sending the message, you set your phone back down on the table, you returned to your studies. But without being able to shake the feeling of warmth that lingered within you.

You heard your name being called in the distance, over and over again. It was Kyoko's voice. With your eyelashes still stuck together, you opened your eyes. In the end, you had fallen asleep while studying. At what point? You didn't know exactly.

“What are you doing here?” Kyoko asked, her eyes wide open.

“What…?”

“Your exam is in 45 minutes!”

You had fallen asleep. Damn, damn, damn. How was that possible? You got up from the chair and grabbed your phone. It hadn't rung.

“Kyoko…” You whispered, turning to look at her, feeling your chest tightening. “In 45 minutes, it's impossible for me to make it to class.” You had to take several transfers to get to the university, and usually, it took you more than an hour. “Shit... if I don't show up, I'll fail, and if I fail, they'll take away my scholarship, if they take away my scholarship, then I'll have to give up everything.” You were about to have a panic attack.

“Hey!” she grabbed your face to make you look at her. “If someone can drive you, then you'll make it on time.”

You nodded, it was true. If someone drove you, you would be there in 15 minutes. But who? Who could drive you?

And then your eyes widened as you realized there was someone. You grabbed the phone again and searched for his name among your contacts, dialing and praying that he would pick up.

“Hello!” The familiar voice came from the other end of the line. “It's rare for you to call me at…”

“Satoru!” You cried. “I fell asleep and I won't make it. Could you come pick me up by car?”

“I'll be there in less than 10 minutes, birdie.” And with that, the call ended.

You looked at Kyoko and sighed. “He said he'll be here in 10 minutes.” She looked at you in relief.

“Good, now start getting ready. You are still on your pajamas, I will prepare something for you to eat.” She started to walk away.

“Kyoko.” You called her, Kyoko looked at you from the door frame. “There is no need, you know I get extremely anxious with exams. I will eat something after the exam. Don’t worry.” She nodded and closed the door behind her.

You walked to your closet and looked for something to wear, needing to get ready quickly. You couldn't be late, nor could you keep Satoru waiting. While looking in the mirror, your phone started ringing. Turning on your heel, you approached it and picked up the phone.

“I'm outside.” Satoru's voice came through on the other end of the line.

“Alright, I'm coming out right now.” You said and hung up.

You grabbed your backpack and the notes from the table and hurried through the house. You waved goodbye to Kyoko and stepped outside, finding Satoru's car parked in front. With light steps, you approached the car and naturally got inside.

“I can't thank you enough.” You said as you settled into the seat.

“Birdie, you don't have to thank me for anything.” He said, shrugging and smiling at you. "Ready to go now?” You nodded and finished buckling your seatbelt.

Satoru made sure you had your seatbelt on and started the car. Leaving behind the neighborhood where you lived, Satoru entered the main road towards the university. You had never driven to university so the road was totally new for you.

You focused your eyes on the new view, seeing the high skyline of Tokyo and the different places ahead of you. You let a small sigh out of your lips.

While the car was still moving across the road, you subtly directed your gaze towards Satoru. You hadn't realized until now, but his blue eyes were covered by round sunglasses. As you looked at his profile you couldn't shake the growing feeling that he was in your stomach.

God Satoru Gojo is fucking handsome. You thought to yourself.

Shaking those thoughts away, you looked for your notes and opened them to review a little before the exam. Your leg began to move unconsciously, it was something that happened to you since you were little, when you were nervous.

A hand, that wasn’t yours, stopped the movement of your leg. This simple gesture caused a sensation that went straight through your whole body.

“Birdie.” Satoru’s voice echoed in the once silent car. “You will do it great…” His hand was still on your knee. And for some reason, it didn’t feel wrong or uncomfortable.

“I just…” You swallowed, trying to formulate a sentence. “I just want to make sure.”

Satoru nodded, still looking at the road before him and still having his hand on your leg. You wanted to tell him to move it. It was a gesture that felt way too intimate, way too comforting. You liked way too much.

You coughed and moved your leg, trying to make him move away his hand. He must have caught the gesture because he moved his hand away from your leg and grabbed the steering wheel again.

A feeling of emptiness and remorse settled in your chest. What an idiot you were.

The landscape began to become more familiar, as you were approaching the university. Luckily you were going to arrive in time for the exam, there were still 10 minutes left before it started. You heard Satoru murmur under his breath and felt the car slow down.

You turned to look at him to see what was happening. “What happened?”

“There is always a traffic jam at the entrance.” He explained to you. You paled for a moment to which Satoru noticing, tried to calm you down. “Birdie, there's time, we'll get there. I’ll make sure you get there.” That calmed your heart fluttering with nervousness.

The car moved slowly and the minutes started to pass, you were starting to enter the campus when the clock indicated that there were 5 minutes left for the start of the exam. You felt the car stopping right in front of your faculty.

“Go.” Satoru pointed at you with the head, you looked at him confused. “C’mon birdie, just go to the exam.”

“What about you?”

“I will find a place to park and go.” You were about to speak when Satoru spoke once again. “It’s okay, I will arrive on time and if I don’t then I will cry a little and the professor will let me in. I mean, look at this face.”

You huffed and unbuckled the car seat belt. “You better get there, because I don't want to beat you if you don't take the exam.” Satoru smiled and leaned on the steering wheel, lowering his glasses a little.

“Don't worry princess, that won't happen.”

Your cheeks turned crimson red upon hearing the new name he had given you. “Don't even think about calling me that again Gojo!” You threatened him, knowing that calling him by his last name would upset him.

“Sorry birdie, now go!” You nodded and turned around to start rushing toward the class.

Your legs moved quickly through the hallways, each step echoing through the halls of the university building. With every step, you felt the weight of your anxiety pressing down on you, urging you to move faster. Had your classroom always been this far away? It seemed like an eternity.

Finally, you reached the door to your classroom and skidded to a stop, leaning against the wall to catch the breath that had escaped your lungs. Your heart was pounding in your chest, the adrenaline from the sprint was still running through your veins, it had been a long time since you last practiced any type of exercise, so your body was no longer used to it. You took a moment to compose yourself, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly as you tried to calm your racing pulse.

Now recovered, you entered the classroom and scanned the faces of your classmates. Most were already seated, their faces a mix of nervous anticipation and focused determination. Some, were deep in last-minute discussions, whispering fervently as they exchanged notes and assurances.

Taking your usual seat, you sank into the chair and let out a long sigh, the tension in your body slowly dissipating. But as you looked around the room, a knot of worry formed in your stomach. Satoru was nowhere to be seen. Was he still looking for a place to park?

Professor Tanaka's voice cut through the murmurs of the room, signaling the start of the exam. You looked nervously at the empty seat next to you, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. If Satoru didn't arrive on time, it would be your fault. It had been you who had fallen asleep, who had made him come look for you. And now, he could lose the exam because of you. Panic gnawed at the edges of your mind as you waited, hoping against hope that he would arrive before it was too late.

You bowed your head, silently pleading for Satoru Gojo to appear at that exact moment. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, each second feeling like an eternity as you anxiously awaited his arrival.

Then, just as your hope was beginning to wane, the door swung open and there he was, Satoru Gojo, striding into the classroom with his trademark confidence.

“Gojo, you're late.” Teacher Tanaka's voice rang out, drawing your attention back to it.

Relief flooded through you as you looked up to see him standing there.

He is here.

“Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled, flashing a cocky smile as he made his excuse. “I couldn't find a place to park, but here I am.”

“Okay, now go and sit.” Professor Tanaka instructed, pointing towards his seat.

“Thank you.” Satoru replied with a grateful nod, walking confidently towards his desk, located right next to yours.

Calmly, Satoru settled down next to you and turned his head to look at you. At that moment, your eyes met and a sudden blush invaded you. Satoru gave you a warm, mischievous smile, accompanied by a playful wink that made you blush again, it was the second time in the day.

With determination, you decided to put any distractions related to Satoru Gojo out of your mind and focused on the exam that Professor Tanaka had just handed out. With a sigh, you gripped the pen firmly and began to read the questions carefully. To your surprise, from the first moment you felt comfortable and confident, understanding each statement clearly.

A satisfied smile spread across your face as you realized that this time was different; Your hours of studying with Satoru had paid off and now you felt ready to face the challenge. With each answer you wrote, your self-confidence grew, and that feeling of accomplishment propelled you to keep going.

Concentrated and focused on your skills, you solved each problem with precision and efficiency.

After 45 minutes, you felt Satoru get up from his seat, drawing curious looks from most of your classmates. Satoru, with his characteristic playful smile, approached the teacher and handed him the exam. He didn't surprise you since he was always the first to finish the exams.

As Satoru walked towards the professor, some murmurs of surprise and admiration were heard around him. He watched as he confidently handed in his exam, exchanging a few brief words with the professor before returning to his seat.

Despite his quickness, you noticed that Satoru didn't seem worried about the outcome. He always had that carefree self-assurance that made him stand out. Meanwhile, you continued working on the exam calmly and focused, solving each question at your own pace.

Satoru's attitude was simply part of his energetic and self-confident personality. No matter the situation, he always seemed to be one step ahead. But this time I would get over it, yes you would.

You looked at your completed exam and with a smile you stood up from your seat. You walked past Satoru and gave him a subtle glance while wrinkling your nose and flashing your proud smile. You walked up to Professor Tanaka's table and handed her your test.

Turning on your heel you returned to your seat, watching as Satoru kept his gaze fixed on you while he smiled at you with a hand on his chin. You sat down in your seat and directed your gaze towards Satoru, he raised his thumb at him, wondering if he had done well for you, to which you nodded happily.

You turned your head and started looking out the window, while you waited for the exam to end. The minutes passed slowly, as you watched the students go from one side to the other across the campus. You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and thanks in part to the help of the person you would have least imagined. Satoru Gojo.

It had been over a month since you were paired up for the project, and in that time, you had become closer, as much as it was hard for you to admit. Over the past two weeks, you found that your attitude towards him, as well as your feelings, changed.

With each passing day, your interactions with him became more meaningful and you couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in your emotions. What started as a group project duo you hated and loathed was turning into something deeper, something that stirred your heart in unexpected ways. And something that scared you greatly with every movement you made.

The class was filled with noise and agitated movements of your classmates — the exam was over. You sighed letting out the air of tension and stood up from your seat. Only to run into Satoru looking at you carefully with those blue eyes again. Did he ever look away from you?

“How was birdie?” He smiled at you.

You smiled widely, showing your teeth. “Perfect. I’m going to win our bet.” You challenged him.

“Oh.” He formed an 'o' with his lips. “I can't wait to see that.” A smile appeared on his lips.

“Satoruuuuu.” A voice approached both of you, it was one of your classmates, you saw them a couple of time but never interacted with them.

“Hey.” Satoru smiled with a flirtatious smile drawn on his face, you rolled your eyes at the gesture.

“Satoru, I was wondering.” They looked around and also looked at you. And you swore the gaze wasn’t a nice one. “I’m really bad at this subject and well you’re the best.” To which Satoru nodded with a smile. “I was wondering if you could help me study, we could meet up after classes and you could teach me.” They started touching Satoru’s arm which made an unpleasant sensation run through your body.

Satoru took their hand and placed it far away from him. “Sorry but I don't give private classes.” You looked at him confused, that was clearly a lie. “Now, we will be leaving. Birdie, let’s go?” You looked at him still confused with the lie he just told.

As both of you began to walk away, you overheard the friends of your classmate approaching them.

“I thought she couldn't stand him.” One of them remarked.

“Yeah, and apparently he's been giving her private classes.” Another added.

“Yeah, you know what type of private classes, right?” One of them chuckled. “Her knees must be all red.” The group erupted into laughter.

You rolled your eyes at the disgusting rumors, but over the years, you had learned to ignore such talk behind your back.

Suddenly, Satoru's voice cut through the air. He was no longer beside you. When did he move? “Repeat that if you dare.” He said. “Did you really think I wouldn't hear you with a voice so piercing it echoes throughout the classroom?” A shiver ran down your spine. You had never seen Satoru angry or heard him speak in such a tone. And judging by the stares directed at him, neither had anyone else.

“I…” The person who made the comment stuttered, trembling with fear at the sight of Satoru Gojo's imposing figure and fierce glare.

“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Satoru taunted.

“Satoru.” The one who had approached him earlier to ask for a private class stepped forward. “My friend didn't mean it that way.”

“Is that so?” Satoru said snorting. “Then what did they mean?”

“Satoru.” Your classmate insisted, looking somewhat uncomfortable under Satoru's piercing gaze. “They were just joking around, you know how it is.”

Satoru's expression remained stern, his eyes fixed on the group. “Joking around about what, exactly?” He demanded, his voice laced with a simmering anger.

The group exchanged nervous glances, realizing they were caught in an uncomfortable situation. “We... we didn't mean anything by it.” One of them mumbled.

“And what exactly did you mean, then?” He pressed, his voice low and threatening.

One of the friends stammered, struggling to find words under Satoru's intense scrutiny. “We... we were just messing around, you know?” They muttered weakly.

Satoru's eyes narrowed, his patience becoming thinner with each word that was coming out of their mouths. “Messing around at whose expense?” He snapped, his voice rising with anger.

The group flinched. “We... we didn't mean to offend anyone.” Another one muttered.

You almost laughed out loud hearing them.

Satoru took a step forward, his presence dominating the space between them. “Words have consequences.” He growled. “Think before you speak, or face the consequences.”

With that, Satoru turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the group stunned into silence. As he approached you, you could see his face relaxing and his anger slowly dissipating.

“Sorry about that.” He said, his tone softer now. “You are okay?”

You nodded, not giving much importance to the words of people you didn’t know.

Together, you continued on your way, leaving behind the echoes of the confrontation. As you walked, you couldn't help but give small gazes at Satoru, you wouldn’t have thought Satoru would have stepped out just for you but he did.

Arriving at the cafeteria, you sat one in front of the other and with a cup on each hand.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “For you know, stepping in. There was no need…”

“What do you mean there was no need?” He left his cup on the table. “They were bad mouthing you, trying to create rumors that were no true.”

“People like to talk.” You shrugged casually. “At the end of the day the important thing is what the people who matter to you think about you. Not those with whom you have never exchanged a word and surely never will. They talk because their lives are so extremely boring that to satisfy that void they have, they have to fill it with lies and bad words about others.” You picked up your cup and calmly sipped it again.

You didn't care if people talked behind your back, yes sometimes those words like knives could stab you hard. But at the end of the day those people were insignificant to you, the people you cared about weren't those people so if they wanted to think that you had been sucking Satoru Gojo's cock, then they should. With that story created in their heads, you knew that envy was eating away at them.

“No.” You observed as Satoru's fists tightened on the table, his expression a blend of frustration and indignation. “It doesn't matter if you'll never interact with those people, or if they mean nothing to you. No one deserves to be spoken about in the way they did there.” He declared, his voice carrying a hint of intensity. “You don't deserve that, birdie. You don't deserve anyone speaking ill of you. Because you are truly wonderful and only deserve good and praising words.”

His words resonated deeply, igniting a warmth in your chest as if a comforting flame had been kindled. It was remarkable how Satoru possessed the ability to evoke such a profound sense of reassurance with just a few simple words.

As you met his earnest gaze, you felt your cheeks warmer.

“You’re an idiot.” You said hiding your face in the coffee cup.

Satoru looked at you offended. "What have I done?" He cried.

You were about to reply when your phone started to sound on your bag. “Hi.” You said.

The happy voice of Haibara sounded on the other side of the phone singing your name. “I was calling you to tell you that tomorrow we will be closing the store. So you don’t have to come, you are free!”

“Oh!” You gasped in surprise. “That’s great! But nothing happened right?”

“Nop.” He popped out the ‘p’. “Just enjoy your weekend. Now I need to leave! Bye!” And with that he hanged out.

You looked at you phone for an instant. “What happened?” Satoru spoke.

“Nothing.” You put your phone aside. “Haibara called me, he wanted to tell me that tomorrow I would be free.”

“Great.” He smiled. “The basketball team is having a party at the disco. Wanna come?” He cockily looked at you.

“Are you inviting me out, Satoru Gojo?” You raised an eyebrow. “The results for the exam aren’t out yet.” You challenged him.

“Oh princess if I win the bet I won’t be taking you out to an ugly club.” There it was again that new nickname that turned yourself on.

“Gojo.” You replied with a mocking tone. “Don't even think about calling me that.”

“Kyoko is coming.” He said ignoring your words.

“How do you know that?”

“Suguru is my best friend and Kyoko is his girlfriend, duh.” He said sticking his tongue out.

“I will think about it.”

“Pretty please.” He said pouting.

“I didn’t know the great Satoru Gojo could pout like a puppy.” You mocked.

“Oh for you I would that and much more.”

The conversation was taking an unexpected turn, entering a territory that felt strangely flirtatious. Were you inadvertently sending signals, or was Satoru intentionally leading the interaction in that direction?

You shook your head, dismissing the thought as absurd. No, that couldn't be it. Surely, it was just a result of the comfortable rapport you shared as friends, nothing more. And Satoru, well, he was just being his usual charismatic self, right?

But despite your attempts to rationalize it, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of your mind. Could there be something more to these exchanges? Or were you simply overthinking things?

You couldn't deny it, you felt attracted to his presence and appreciated the moments you spent together. And as your connection had deepened, so had your feelings that blossomed within you.

You still didn't want to admit that something had changed in you regarding Satoru Gojo. But you knew it was there, your feelings for him were undeniable and showed no signs of fading.

You brushed off those thoughts, chalking it up to imagination. After all, you and Satoru were just friends, nothing more, nothing less. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

Note: a more transitory chapter than other thing, but the real shit is about to start in the next chapter.

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tuckboroughdays · 3 months ago

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──★˙ 🕺lotr hdc !! THE HOBBITS LOVE INTERESTS before and after the war of the ring

GIF publié par faeree-layne

before all, lets talk about how old they are. hobbits years are different, the majority is at 33. then if ours is at 18, we do some maths and we have their age in human years.

but its difficult to know exactly if its true bc the majority isnt the same according to some countries and through the years.

but i think that what i found is quite plausible so lets go ! I know it's not very reliable, but these are headcanons and it's approximate. feel free to give your opinion about this age thing, Im interested :3

the informations are mostly based on the books, not the movies !

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frodo :: ft. @willaminabaggins who helped me and gave me some ideas :3

he's 50 when he leaves the Shire, so he's approximately 27 in human years.

im sure he was THE guy (at least, one of them) that all lasses (and lads) of Hobbiton wanted to marry, bc he's handsome and has a great fortune due to Bilbo.

before, he maybe dated some people but he's not the type to do it with anyone and have had lot of relationships.

then it was probably rare and only when there was love, not like drunk kisses during a party. he's a kinda romantic guy

fell in love with Sam during the war.

after, when they came back and Sam married Rosie, he was sad (yeah no shit). and anyway he didn't probably had any relationships after it, because he was so traumatized and all

(but i like the fanfics/headcanons when he dates an oc who helps him after the war and take care of him)

sam ::

before the war, he was 38 so 20 or 21 for us

he had a crush on Rosie Cotton since few years.

they always used to be close, i remember that in the books Sam tells that he used to hang out with her brothers.

and one of Rosie's brothers, Tolman, married one of Sam's sisters.

so this means that the Gamgees and Cottons were quite close, and probably childhood friends

i think he didn't fell in love with Frodo before the war, it only began during it.

maybe after the war, he knew that his love interest on Frodo would come to nothing then he married Rosie.

(+ im sure Rosie knew about Samfro)

pippin ::

before the war, he was 28, he didn't reach his majority yet. he's probably 15/16 yo in human years. he was the youngest of the four hobbits and the only one who was below 33.

i think that, before the war, he was at the beggining of the period when hobbits have more serious relationships, etc

then he probably did not experienced anything at this time

this means that it only began when he came back after the war.

Merry and Pippin were sooo popular when they came back. they were so tall and badass with their knight's attire (this is canon)

i think its really at this time that Pippin got into this whole period of dating people and everything, yk what i mean

so probably, before the war he was such a cutie innocent guy and when after he came back, all the lasses and lads jumped on him and he was such a libertine lol

+ i don't think he really knew Diamond (ugh) before he married her

maybe he met her few times when he was kid for families parties but that's all

and when he grew up and reached his majority, becoming in age to settle down, he choosed to marry her

maybe it was for practical interests and not love.. maybe his parents forced him- SORRY BUT IM SO JEALOUS IM IN DENIAL RHFBHRHRGHJHJ

merry ::

he's 36, so 19 in our years

him and Estella Bolger (who is 33 at this time) are dating since few months before the war, but they're not married yet

its likely that he has already had a lot of experiences (+ maybe not virgin) before dating her, a real libertine like Pippin after him

Estella always had a huge crush on Merry, and Merry too, even among their other relationships w/ other lasses and lads before they confess their feelings

he married her after he came back. maybe not RIGHT after. but at least their relationship kept going, they didn't break up and they ended up married.

#frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #pippin took #peregrin took #lotr #lord of the rings headcanons #lord of the rings #hobbits #hobbits headcanons #shire

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jimblejamblewritings · 4 months ago

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Remus Lupin x Reader Angst Headcanon?

I had this idea for a fic featuring The Prank but am struggling big time to even get a good word count on part 1 so I'm giving it to y'all in like headcanon form. Feel free to use. I might eventually make this a full fic. Okay...

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, The Prank

Note: The Prank isn't fully canon compliant because then it would happen in their 5th year. I moved it up to 6th/7th year.

Reader would be Sirius and Regulus' sister. Cousin really to make an any ethnicity reader. Definitely Orion's brother had a kid and then he and his wife passed so you moved in with them when you were young.

Due to old pureblood ways, anything bad you did was seen as bad influence from your brothers and they were punished. You learned to play the part but it made Sirius and Regulus more upset.

You went to Ilvermorny as intended for a few years before transferring to Hogwarts. You're probably a hufflepuff.

Because Marlene is dating Dorcas and you are friends with Pandora and dating Remus, so all three Black siblings are in the same friend circle. You still manage to never speak to each other and somehow always have alone time with friends.

You and Lily are close but can't agree because of Lily's friendship with Snape.

The three Black siblings have a scarily regular routine including being the first three at breakfast every morning. A few mornings after The Prank, Sirius hasn't been showing up.

Sirius finally appears one day when breakfast is near over and is shunned by the marauders and co.

You notice and call him over to sit with you because he looks so distraught. Silent awkward breakfast time.

As you start walking to class, you finally notice his absolute lack of hygiene and detour to the hospital wing and then your prefect dorm as he reveals what happens.

Like a little zombie, Sirius actually does everything you tell him and cleans himself up before staying put in your room instead of going to class.

You finally get a chance to meet up with Remus now that he's all recovered and hear his side of the story.

You'd feel conflicted, not saying anything, because Sirius was reckless but everyone knew that. He doesn't think before he acts and Snape has been onto Remus for awhile that you know exactly why he did what he did.

When everyone goes to Hogsmeade and begins complaining about it, you'd absentmindedly voice that opinion. The group is obviously not happy with this middle of the road thinking. Remus especially sees it as a huge slap in the face because even the Slytherin Skittles agree.

You try to diffuse the tension but because you still see both sides, it only makes it worse.

Huge fight with Remus. Choice words said on both sides. Highlight: Remus thinks it's appalling that you don't understand. Highlight #2: If reader is poc then you think it's baffling that he doesn't seem to get who Snape is and that just because he's heard of discrimination, Remus has had the privilege of never experiencing that werewolf discrimination because he's protected. You had an up close look at it while at Ilvermorny.

Not a breakup but essentially a breakup when you both storm off.

You practically throw yourself into fixing Sirius. The group has rallied behind Remus. Regulus somehow finds himself taking his brother's spot in becoming the fourth marauder (semi against his will but he secretly always wanted to be accepted and is reveling in it).

The end of the school year comes and you finally come face to face with marauders again while collecting Sirius' belongings. James suddenly asks where is Sirius gonna go because he did run away from home the year prior. Tension is thick when you reveal that he's coming back to Grimmauld but no one is humble enough to make up so you leave.

The angst? Extra angsty?: you find out that you're pregnant and we all know whose baby it is.

Sirius ends up finding out on the train ride leaving Hogwarts and says you should make up with Remus. He reveals he knows that they'll all be at James' house because Prongsfoot are codependent so James does slip messages occasionally to Sirius jut to check on him.

You refuse because Sirius needs you, Remus hurt you, and you're stubborn.

Sirius tries to help you keep it from Walburga and Orion for as long as he can before finally going to Regulus.

You three have a big heart to heart and make up because this is kind of a serious situation.

Spoiler: Walburga and Orion find out anyway.

You're banned from going back to Hogwarts. But because you're a Black, they still request the best tutors with the promise that if you look semi "normal" after having the baby then you can go back for graduation.

They also issue an ultimatum. Give up the baby when the time comes and marry who they want or get out.

7th year rolls around and Sirius is slowly being brought back into the group by way of Regulus. Everyone notices Sirius is way more level headed than before. He's fully integrated again after Snape calls Lily a mudblood.

Sirius and Regulus manage to sneak away from the Potters during Winter Break to check on you. They're panicking after Walburga and Orion reveal they changed their minds and you've been kicked out after not wholeheartedly agreeing to give up the baby. Curses have been put up all around Grimmauld so you can't be snuck back in and if they even think about helping you then they'll be kicked out and cut off.

They go to find you anyway when Walburga and Orion think they've headed back to the Potters. Sirius knows they have to play it smart and agree to abide by their parents rules until Sirius gets his cut of the money at least. Or until they can figure out how to undo whatever curses and hexes were put on you and Grimmauld.

They find you working in a seedy pub for no pay but a place to stay and one meal a day. You reveal that Walburga and Orion moved all the money left to you into their accounts so it doesn't matter that you just became an adult. You have no funds and your tutors are sent away so you've basically dropped out of school.

Even when they get back to Hogwarts, Sirius and Regulus sneak out as much as they can to help you and the baby in anyway they can.

They convince you to talk to Remus, knowing he's kind of the only current option you have without Walburga or Orion's interference.

Both brothers are both surprised and disappointed when you come back crying. You and Remus didn't even get to the real conversation. It was a fight and he left before you could say anything meaningful.

During a party, everyone retreats to the Slytherin Skittles dorm, drunk as skunks.

Remus is a nostalgic drunk. Regulus is an emotional and slightly annoyed drunk.

"I would call you a friend Lupin but leave my sister alone. You’ve done it before while she was pregnant, it shouldn’t be that hard to do it now. Stop twisting that knife into her and just let her go. Alright? Please, before I have to stop being friends with you."

Everyone sobers up in an instant. Remus locks himself in the bathroom.

He really wants to see you to at least apologize. The entire group feels like shit now. Regulus and Sirius are obviously not for it. They're eventually convinced to at least facilitate you meeting Remus.

It's essentially an ambush because they know you don't want to meet him after that second fight.

Like they anticipated, you're feeling a bit betrayed by your brothers but hear them out.

Remus finally enters the foreclosed cottage you bought after your brothers snuck enough petty money and sold their things at secondhand shops to help you without raising alarm. The place is a right mess except for the nursery.

You don't really have a proper talk because you have to get ready for work, flustered at having to get everything ready.

Remus offers to watch the baby. He finally notices the kitchen and you reveal the kid inherited his affliction. Remus realizes that you can't fix up anything else when you're paying for ingredients to make wolfsbane for both yourself and the baby because you get scratched a lot dealing with a baby transforming.

You have a real conversation once you get back from work. It's not fixed by any means but a tiny step in the right direction.

Remus gets a job with Dumbledore's help that can accommodate his monthly schedule. That money and whatever else he can help with is sent to you.

It's common for the group to no longer see him on the weekends until Sunday night. He was at the cottage so you could get some much needed sleep and rest.

Everyone graduates (minus Regulus and Barty who still have one more year). Sirius begins funneling his money into a second account that he plans on moving into your own in a few months.

You and Remus build up enough of a rapport with each other that he offers for you to move in with him. He still lives with his parents but their house is nice and they both work or are always out with friends.

You agree because the cottage is still shit.

Remus takes the guest room and you're given his room since it has a bathroom attached.

Hope and Lyall Lupin have already been informed about everything (yeah, they chewed out Remus' ass for weeks). While they give you space, they're overjoyed to meet their grandchild.

A huge burden is taken off of you in more ways than one. You tell Sirius to focus on his Auror training and getting on his feet first before helping you and tell Regulus to focus on his studies and NEWTS. Both of them are hesitant at first but do so after getting that reassurance from Remus and his parents.

You and Remus are glorified roommates. The definition of co-parenting. Nothing more, nothing less... until the holidays.

James is excited to show off the apartment he and Sirius share (Lily still lives with the girls and Peter as an attempt for her and James to take it slow). You and Remus show up separately but sit next to each other which gives everyone hope even though they won't say anything.

Everyone grows quiet when they notice you staring at the graduation pictures on the wall. You don't really want to go back to Hogwarts after your time ended poorly but you also want a better job than the pub. You want to do the job you actually want.

Remus follows after you when you excuse yourself for fresh air.

He offers to tutor you so you can just take your NEWTS without having to attend classes again. Reluctantly, you agree.

From co-parents/roommates to actively spending time with each other.

The romance slowly begins to build back as well as the friendship. You two even start studying outside of the house. Remus drags you to your old friends' places and you start to become friends with them again as well.

Unlike when you originally got together, this time: Remus falls first and falls harder.

He completely respects that you're not ready yet to even unpack if you want a relationship with him. You two continue work as usual.

Regulus and Barty graduate. They both appreciate you being there, knowing it's hard for you.

Regulus and Sirius don't have to anymore but they both choose to give massive fuck you's to Walburga and Orion, taking all their money and stuff with them. Of course the two try to make up with you just so they can get one of their kids back for an heir but you shun them as well, turning away all their gifts.

The baby spends the entire summer with nearly everyone but you and Remus so you can double down and focus on your studies.

You and Remus spend a night together platonically from staying up tutoring... leads to another night that happens not so platonically. More nights like that start to follow.

It's not a relationship but you two are in each other's beds more often than not.

Fast forward to NEWTS, you pass with flying colors.

The entire gang shows up to your graduation. Remus is sure that his parents were even more excited for you than they were for him. Your brothers take way more pictures than necessary before informing you of a surprise dinner.

It's not at a restaurant but at the Potter Estate.

You and Remus are the last two awake, in the kitchen, eating ice cream. He has nothing but praises for your graduating and is more than ready to help you put in applications for jobs you actually want.

He also has a graduation present, holding up keys. He bought a condo (with Regulus and Sirius' help) and is asking if you'll be his girlfriend and move in with him.

That's all I got.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x black!reader #marauders fic #marauders era #remus lupin angst

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coochiequeens · 2 months ago

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This is the kind of woman who "breaks free from male order to dance freely, go hunting and eat raw meat in the mountains and the woods," - Gabriel Zuchtriegel, the director of Pompeii Archaeological Park.

A view into the newly excavated House of Thiasus at Pompeii. The walls are decorated with a fresco depicting the initiation rites of an ancient mystery cult. (Image credit: Parco archeologico di Pompei)

Archaeologists at Pompeii have discovered an enormous, extremely rare wall painting depicting an ancient mystery cult, at the center of which is a woman being initiated under the cover of night. The find was announced by the Pompeii Archaeological Park on Wednesday (Feb. 26) as they revealed the newly excavated House of Thiasus.

The wall painting, which is nearly life-size, runs the length of three walls along a large banquet hall, while the fourth wall opens onto a garden. Against a bright red background, there are numerous figures of maenads — female followers of Dionysus, the god of wine — who are depicted as hunters, carrying swords in their hands and slaughtered goats on their shoulders. The fresco also depicts young satyrs, part-goat and part-human creatures, playing the flute and performing a sacrifice of wine.

At the center of the fresco is an old satyr with a young woman who is about to be initiated into the Dionysian mystery cult. The ancient cult, which dates back at least to the classical Greeks of the fifth century B.C., is called a "mystery" because the initiation and practices were kept secret from outsiders. But the fresco has given experts a new clue to what went on in the rites: Roman initiates may have hunted like the Greek ones before them. The murals suggest these mystery rites echoed that ancient connection between Dionysus and wild animals.

Although many aspects of the Dionysian mysteries have been lost due to secrecy, historical accounts suggest that they involved heavy use of wine and other intoxicating substances, like opium, to induce trance-like states in followers. Dionysus was also known as a re-born god and became associated with resurrection, something that may have been promised to those initiated into the mysteries.

The only other example of a large fresco depicting the Dionysian rites was discovered in 1909 in a house in the suburbs of Pompeii known as the Villa of the Mysteries. These murals also depict satyrs, maenads and a woman being initiated into the cult in preparation for marriage, but they lack any hunting imagery.

A close-up of part of the fresco showing shellfish and butchered animals (Image credit: Parco archeologico di Pompei)

Both examples of Dionysus-themed frescoes, however, reveal the "wild, untameable side of women," Gabriel Zuchtriegel, the director of Pompeii Archaeological Park, said in the statement. This is the kind of woman who "breaks free from male order to dance freely, go hunting and eat raw meat in the mountains and the woods," he said.

The murals of the Dionysian mysteries in both the Villa of the Mysteries and the newly discovered House of Thiasus date to the middle of the first century B.C., meaning they were over a century old when Mount Vesuvius erupted in A.D. 79, preserving the paintings for two millennia. They also suggest a growing religious crisis, Zuchtriegel said, as festivals celebrating Dionysus were ostensibly banned as part of a clamp down on secret rituals in Italy in 186 B.C. The two murals suggest that the ban was widely ignored — at least in the region.

"The discovery we are showing is historic," Italian Minister of Culture Alessandro Giuli said in the statement. The fresco "is an exceptional historical document and, together with the fresco of the Villa of the Mysteries, is one-of-a-kind, making Pompeii an extraordinary testament to an aspect of classical Mediterranean life that is largely unknown."

The House of Thiasus, named after the word for a group of Dionysian revelers, is now on display as part of the tours of the ongoing excavations at Pompeii.

#pompeii #House of Thiasus #Maenads #Dionysius #Women in history #Mystery cults

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strwbrrycarat · 1 year ago

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jiyoung more information

## ★! she born in seoul but moved to los anglese when she only 10 months

## ★! she moved around but stayed in Los Angeles for majority of her childhood

## ★! was a former piano prodigy, she’s been playing since age of 5

## ★! before she got casted by pledis, was originally supposed attend Juilliard

## ★! in 2023, Jiyoung moved to live with one of her older sisters who moved to stay in Seoul

## ★! jiyoung favourite era to promote was Hot as she helped produce one song off the album and she felt most confident of herself during this era

## ★! her least favourite was Super because how difficult the dance was and she hurt her ankle which caused her to not participate for any broadcast performances

## ★! She is close with everyone but loves hanging out with Joshua and Dokyeom whenever she has chance

## ★! While training, Jiyoung almost been kicked out on three separate occasions but Seungcheol and Joshua who often stuck up for her

## ★! Her parents were very against her plans on becoming an idol instead of continuing on playing the piano. But they still supported her after seeing her performance

## ★! Jiyoung is a extroverted person, she is always making friends with people and is teased by her members cause she friends with almost everyone she meets

## ★! Her close friend in the industry Chungha, they've been friends since debut and been friends since then

## ★! Jiyoung is a huge ariana grande fan, is always seen playing her music and it got to a point the boys had ban her from playing in the dorm since she was play and sing loudly

## ★! has a tendency to play with her hair whenever she stressed or thinking and she also tendency to blank out whenever she tired or sick

## ★! Was originally in the perfomance team but last minute was changed to join rap team

## ★! Jiyoung's room is disaster, she’s not a messy person but has tendency to leave items lying around which mostly is her clothes

## ★! Jiyoung didn’t participate in “Fear” promotion due to hurting her knee during dance practice but she did film the music video but she was on hitaus for a few months

## ★! in early years of seventeen, Jiyoung didn’t have that many lines due to her not being confident in her korean but took a while to get more comfortable

## ★! also in early content of Seventeen Jiyoung often got hate for being only girl in the group which lead to her being quiet but as the she gotten more comfortable she isn't scared to show her personality

## ★! In 2020, Jiyoung released her own solo music, her first single was “ZGZG” where she self wrote and also produced herself with help with Woozi and Bumzu

## ★! In 2023, Jiyoung released her two single “ONLY” and “Sugarcoat”

## ★! Jinyoung biggest scandal was her alleged dating rumour with Dokyeom, anti fans of Jiyoung used photos to them hanging out during their free time as proof of them dating and sent hate comments towards her, Pledis released statement denying the rumours and alos sued people who send death comment & spending the rumours

## ★! In 2023, it was confirmed she was in a relationship with NCT Taeyong since 2022 but broke up in January 2024 due busy schedule

#★ ⭒⁺ ♰ nabi #seventeen reactions #seventeen 14th member #seventeen member au #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #mingyu #dokyeom #minghao #seungkwan #vernon #dino

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lightleckrereins · 1 year ago

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I feel like we’re all getting our hopes up about the new costume variations. If they had intended to use orange pants and shorts only for the full run last time (and didn’t bother replacing the pants when something presumably went wrong), I doubt they’re going to have a new variation designed this time. And if Cristina is still going to function as an if-necessary back up (which seems to be implied by ‘alternate swing’) I can’t imagine they’re going to design new alt variations for her. (I know it’s unlikely Zara’s costume is still wearable, but why would they give her the pink costume instead of silver if there wasn’t a practical reason like reusing a costume instead of making a new one?) I want new variations as much as anyone so I’m mostly hoping you can convince me lol

How about a really long answer (under the cut)

I think in this case the most likely scenario is a middle point. No suddenly getting all the missing variations but also no only one costume either.

So first. We know Cristina is pink. She wore pink for the color coded promo shoot for the color coded show. If she was going to wear silver her promo outfit would have been silver.

And costumes will be new. The original costumes are almost five years old, worn, and designs are not up to date. Even for returning cast in the same role they are due for a new costume. Specifically about Cristina she will probably get a new pink costume with only the main variation. I don't think there is any chance she gets an old one refited. There is a small chance she ends up wearing Zara's costume again with the whole alternate swing thing. But I think the most likely scenario is a new costume. All UK alt costumes made since reopening are now their alt stock so those arent free to take to AUS.

And she will have her own costume. It falls in the same category as the alt costumes in the UK or the cruise alt costumes or even the swing variations (when those are made). Some costumes are not expected to be worn many times but that doesn't mean necessary things won't be made.

It is not really fair to compare the situation AUS was in at reopening vs now. Then it was a popular but small show that last time it was active it had to refund months of advance ticket sales because of the pandemic. Now it is the highly anticipated return of a hit show thats selling out months before opening.

Back then money was tight, borders were closed or restricted and there were major supply chain issues. We don't really know the details of their situation but from what we do know they made smart choices. Phoenix got a new costume made with the materials available at the moment (including a different vinyl color). Chelsea got a new top and Chiara a new peplum but otherwise they inherited Courtney and Ella's costumes. Everything else just got minor alterations. Chiara did have the pants and wore them up to tech, my guess is they ended up being uncomfortable for her to wear with no easy alteration to fix them. But she did have two variations to wear which covered all queens so things were left like that. Compare that to what happened in the UK and US. All new costumes in the US, a lot new to take all UK principals to some version of the updated designs, major alterations as necessary for everyone else, many new wigs crowns and hairpieces. Completely different situations.

The new AUS cast is best compared to the Canada opening. New costumes for the entire cast, a lot of work put into hair alternatives in the months leading up to CAN, lower heels introduced. AUS will get the same new and shiny treatment.

With the alt costumes it gets tricky. Everyone is confirmed as swing and announced with an alt color. The easy guess from that is they are getting alt costumes only over principal costumes for two roles and alt costumes for everything else like the UK alts. The costume system is the question.

Back in the good old costume days (read 2019) the alt costume system was, with a few variations, alts get 1-3 costume variations meant for their first covers and wear whatever worked best if they had to go on for second or third covers. The strenght of that system is versatility: one main top with two different bottoms goes a long way with creating different looks that fit each role. Add different sleeves, crowns and hairstyles and they are set.

When the 2019 AUS costume teasers started everyone assumed that would be the case, each alt had two very specific costume variations that accounted for all six queens. They ended up being all swings with no official cover order. But if you look into performance numbers there ended up being an unnoficial cover priority in place (different to what the costumes said tho). I think that will be the case again. No hard cover order but a priority of who goes on for what to play to their strenghts.

And that priority is the most important thing in here. If it is stablished already, which is possible considering Chiara is returning, and Gabriella did a different production already so they know what works best for them, they might go for variations that favor that priority. If not they will probably go for whatever is the most versatile. My current guess is 2-3 variations for everyone except Cristina with whoever is priority Cleves getting the jacket and likely reveal which was mentioned as a possibility in the casting call.

And here is where the fun starts. Multiple black variations have been worn since reopening and without a surprise return of the B/H skirts we know how the uptated black variations look. But for teal and orange nothing has been touched since 2019 except the pants. Even if the AUS swings get just two variations, and even if it is same designs as before just with new materials updates need to happen. And here I start asking questions (because that is how I design alt variations):

Orange Cleves will probably stay mostly the same with added studs for the cutouts, but the shorts have fur. Will they switch that for vinyl to reflect updated cleves and work better for other queens? Will they alter the shoulders to do spikes? How about teal Cleves, the jacket is too plain for current six costume standards. How will the cutouts look? If there is a priority Cleves cover does she have a reveal? And the teal open skirt? There are three potential designs, would it be any of those with more studs or a completely new one? How does a potential orange open skirt look like? Peplum or no peplum? Which cut for Seymour skirts? If there is a priority Boleyn cover does she get that skirt? Teal has two designs already. Is it either of those? Do they add tabs like the ones on the peplum? And orange Boleyn, there are different cutout options. Which wins?

I could go on and on. But my point is. Only alt costumes says its very likely the swings get more than one variation if only to give them a better look range for all six queens. And just making those in 2024 vs 2019 means things have to change to some degree.

#ask #six the musical #six costumes #six alternates #six australia

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thedensworld · 2 years ago

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Lover | Kim Mingyu

Growing Together

Lover Series 🖤🌼

Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x FashionEditor!Reader (Ft. NonBiologicalBrother!Joshua)

Genre: angst, romance, fluff, series, established relationship

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Mingyu found himself often irritated by the uncertainty surrounding your whereabouts and activities. He felt a pang of frustration whenever he didn't know how you were doing, where you were, or what you were up to. He once turned to Joshua, your brother, seeking advice about your tendency to ignore calls and texts due to your habit of leaving your phone unattended. Joshua's response, however, didn't sit well with Mingyu. "Don't worry about her, she'll reach out when she can," Joshua quipped. Mingyu disagreed with this perspective, not because he doubted you, but because he wanted assurance that your communication was thriving amidst your busy schedules.

On occasion, Mingyu playfully addressed your phone habits, teasingly remarking, "You should really start replying to my texts, babe." Other times, his frustration would seep through his words as he jokingly pleaded, "Can you at least check your phone?"

Interestingly, this very trait of yours, the ability to focus on your work, was something he should have been grateful for, especially during his hectic days. The longest stretch without communication between you two lasted a week. It happened when Mingyu was on tour and you were engrossed in a significant project. Resisting the urge to reach out during that period was a challenge for Mingyu, but he held back, ultimately calling you when he believed you'd be free. His craving for your voice outweighed his annoyance.

"Didn't you want to call me?" he inquired, his attempt at anger overshadowed by how much he missed you.

"Sorry, I was caught up. I thought about calling you, but I didn't want to disturb you," you explained, prompting him to reassure you that bothering him was perfectly fine and that he hoped you'd reach out more in the future.

Nonetheless, you never quite embraced the idea of bothering him. While you did initiate conversations with a few questions, update him on your life, and share amusing memes, these interactions only took place when you were apart for a couple of days. Mingyu desired more—a late-night call before sleep, tantalizing texts during his practice sessions, or a simple photo from your daily routine. Was he asking for too much? Maybe from your perspective, it seemed excessive, but all he wanted was to know you were okay.

Lately, meeting each other had become a rarity due to your conflicting schedules. Late nights at work and his demanding practice sessions left little room for your paths to cross. Mingyu understood that by the time you returned home, your energy for socializing was depleted, making checking your phone or replying to his messages difficult. However, as days turned into almost a week without contact, despite being in the same city, Mingyu couldn't help but wonder why it was so challenging to coordinate a meeting or even a conversation.

At times, he even wondered if he was dating a president.

Once in the past, he had surreptitiously gathered updates about you through your personal assistant. However, you discovered his covert efforts and insisted he delete their number right before your eyes. He didn't want to resort to that tactic again.

As fate would have it, he found himself finishing a shoot earlier than usual one day. This rare occurrence ignited a plan to surprise you by visiting your apartment. Armed with late-night snacks and a disregard for both your and his diet plans, he envisioned the warmth of holding you close. Imagining the expression on your face as he recounted his work-related challenges brought a smile to his lips. He even found amusement in predicting how you'd withhold details of your week, fearing it would only tire you further, as if trapped in a cycle.

Mingyu didn't bother ringing the doorbell; instead, he swiftly entered using the password he knew. His arrival was announced by Min, your fluffy guardian, and the sea of shoes at the entrance. He inwardly cursed his lack of discretion and promised himself a mask for future visits. Shyness accompanied him into your apartment, transforming him into a bashful puppy following Min. His presence, however, did not go unnoticed; your jaw dropped at the unexpected sight of Mingyu in your living room. A room full of colleagues sent silent inquiries, questioning the identity of the unfamiliar face.

"That's the director's boyfriend," your personal assistant Soobin chimed in, introducing Mingyu in your place.

"Hello, I'm Y/n's boyfriend," Mingyu greeted, omitting his name. Greetings were exchanged, and excitement bubbled among your colleagues upon discovering that the seemingly busy you had a boyfriend all along.

"Kim Mingyu?" one of your colleagues recognized him, coaxing Mingyu to reveal his face from beneath his hood for more introductions. Gasps and whispers reverberated as they connected the dots. Meanwhile, you sighed, signaling for Mingyu to retreat to your bedroom in an attempt to regain control of the situation.

His unscheduled visit had caught you off guard, as he typically informed you beforehand to ensure you were home. Presently, you and your team were deeply immersed in an anniversary project for a renowned South Korean designer. Unfortunately, an unexpected power outage in your office building had driven you to use your apartment as a temporary workspace. It was a situation you hadn't anticipated.

"Sunbae, you've been dating The Kim Mingyu?" a curious team member asked, setting off a chain reaction of inquiries and conversations that compelled you to wrap up the night's work. Once your colleagues had left, you embarked on tidying up your living room.

In the midst of your exhaustion, Mingyu's voice emerged from your bedroom doorway. "Has everyone left?" he asked, his head appearing as he surveyed the situation. You responded with a tired sigh, confirming that they were gone.

Noticing the weariness etched on your face, Mingyu inquired, "Working from home now?" A simple nod from you confirmed his suspicion, and you murmured about the ongoing office electricity repairs. Mingyu settled onto the couch, unpacking the snacks he had brought and motioning for you to halt your cleaning efforts and join him in savoring the treats.

"I'm too tired to eat," you admitted in a mumble, continuing to tidy up your papers and secure them in a box, out of Min's reach.

Mingyu's efforts to encourage you to eat were met with resistance. Disappointment flickered across his face at your refusal.

"Y/n, one bite won't ruin your diet," he insisted, seeking to persuade you.

With a deep breath, you sighed out your reluctance, prompting Mingyu to interpret it as a sign to continue. "Why are you here without giving me a heads-up?" you asked, your tone kept deliberately subdued.

Mingyu's feelings were slightly wounded by your query. Wasn't he a regular presence here? Why the skepticism now?

Before he could respond, you clarified, "It's not that I mind you being here. I just wish you'd let me know beforehand."

Mingyu placed his chopsticks on the table and sighed. "Even if I texted you, you wouldn't check it," he pointed out, looking you in the eyes. But you took his gaze the wrong way.

"Everyone is finding out now," you confided.

"So what?" Mingyu countered with a dismissive tone.

Your sigh revealed his lack of comprehension. "It's complicated. If only you'd messaged or called before coming, things would be different."

"You haven't replied to my texts for nearly a week. And you expect me to reach out? Y/n, is it really that difficult to check your phone and respond to my messages?"

"Let's not delve into this," you muttered.

Mingyu chuckled sarcastically, his intent clear. "No, let's actually talk about it. Confront this situation like adults," he quipped, landing a figurative hit.

Exhaling once more, you shared, "Mingyu, I'm immersed in a significant project. Your texts somehow get lost in my phone. I come home around 2 AM every day and head back to the office at 9 AM. Checking my phone isn't on my priority list."

"That's the issue—your lack of phone checks. Why is it so challenging to spare five minutes, scroll through our chat, and respond? If you'd just explain your situation, I'd understand. But you seem to go about your life, working and pretending you're not in a relationship."

"I'm not pretending," you defended, taking offense at Mingyu's words.

"You think I haven't noticed that even your colleagues aren't aware you're taken?"

"I've told you, it's complicated," you sighed.

"Then explain it to me!" Mingyu's outburst hung heavy in the air. A tense silence enveloped both of you after his sudden shout. With a regretful sigh, Mingyu realized his mistake. In contrast, you stood in silence, exhaustion etched onto your face, wearing the same clothes since morning.

"Why do you always push me, Mingyu?" Your head shook as your eyes remained fixed on the floor. "Why does everyone keep pushing me?"

"What do people expect from me?"

"Why do people only think about themselves?"

"I know you're frustrated, and I'm sorry. But life doesn't always go as you wish. I'm striving hard as well, but could you please ease off? I've been running and pulled in every direction constantly. I'm tired, Mingyu."

Mingyu fell silent for a moment before rising from his seat. He headed towards your bedroom, moving with determined purpose as he bypassed the door, hoodie-clad. "I'm being overbearing, aren't I? I'm sorry. Let's talk again once you understand the effort I'm putting in to grasp your complex thoughts." And with that, he left your apartment, leaving you and a startled Min in his wake, the sound of the door's closing echoing in the silence.

The apartment felt emptier than before, the weight of the conversation settling in the air. As Min, your faithful feline companion, approached you with a tentative nudge, you sank onto the couch. The events of the conversation replayed in your mind, a mixture of frustration and guilt swirling within you. With a heavy sigh, you realized that perhaps you hadn't been fair to Mingyu either, not fully considering the strain he was under.

As the days seamlessly flowed into weeks, the relentless demands of the project continued to engulf your every waking moment. Amidst the whirlwind of activity, brief intervals of introspection emerged. The dialogue you'd shared with Mingyu took center stage in your thoughts, each syllable echoing with newfound significance. His words became a haunting refrain, ceaselessly reverberating in the recesses of your mind. A stark truth had been unearthed – you had been an absentee participant in the relationship, the mask of busyness merely masking your struggle to harmonize the realms of work and your personal life.

In the cavernous expanse of your mind, his voice lingered as a constant reminder, prodding at the heart of the matter. The notion that you'd let time slip away without making room for Mingyu and your connection weighed heavily on you. The relentless dedication to your career as a fashion editor and artistic director had been both a blessing and a curse. The intense devotion you poured into the creative tapestry of your professional life was mirrored by the emptiness that tugged at your heartstrings in quieter moments.

Navigating the complex world of haute couture had been your passion for as long as you could remember. The thrill of orchestrating runway shows, the art of curating striking editorials, and the elegance of transforming raw materials into awe-inspiring pieces of art was your lifeblood. However, as your career ascended to new heights, the price it exacted became increasingly evident. A multitude of obstacles lurked beneath the surface, challenging your equilibrium at every turn.

Days stretched into unrelenting nights as you became a maestro of intricate timelines and meticulous details. Your role demanded that you embody perfection – from selecting concept that whispered stories to envisioning the very essence of a collection. The pressure to stay ahead of trends while simultaneously shaping them fueled a constant hustle. Yet, amidst the glamour of runway lights and camera flashes, there existed a different kind of struggle.

The demands of your profession often meant being ensconced within a whirlwind of brainstorming sessions, last-minute changes, and meticulous revisions. The sanctity of weekends was invaded by impromptu meetings and discussions with designers, photographers, and models. At times, it felt like you were orchestrating a symphony where harmony remained elusive.

The digital age had made it easier to stay connected, but paradoxically, it had also woven a web of intricacies. Notifications from countless platforms flooded your devices, and in a sea of messages, it was easy for even the most well-intentioned communiqué to get lost. Your failure to reply to Mingyu's texts wasn't due to a lack of interest or care, but rather a byproduct of your constant juggling act.

While your love for the industry was unwavering, you had encountered moments of isolation. The weight of decisions, the expectations of stakeholders, and the burden of staying ahead had woven a tapestry of stress that occasionally eclipsed the exhilaration. Amidst this emotional labyrinth, you struggled to find solace and moments of respite, resulting in your absence from Mingyu's world.

The conversation that now echoed in your mind held within it a mirror to your own fears. The undeniable truth that you'd unintentionally distanced yourself from Mingyu pierced through your heart. The external glamor of your profession belied the internal turmoil that played out beneath the surface. It was a battle of commitments, a contest between passion and love.

As you stood at the crossroads of reflection, you recognized the need for change. The compelling narrative of your career journey would no longer serve as an excuse to neglect what truly mattered – the genuine connection you shared with Mingyu. The path ahead wasn't devoid of challenges, but it held the promise of a harmonious coexistence, where the symphony of love and work could play in tandem. It was time to transform the rhythm of your life, orchestrating a melody that resonated with both your professional achievements and the person who had quietly waited for a more present version of you.

Late one night, as you were hunched over your laptop, your phone buzzed. A message from Mingyu illuminated the screen. "I've been doing some thinking, and I want to apologize. I shouldn't have lashed out like that. Let's find a way to work through this together."

Tears welled in your eyes as you read his words. The sincerity in his message struck a chord within you. It was time to face the situation head-on, to have that honest conversation you had been avoiding. With a determined resolve, you typed out your reply, acknowledging your shortcomings and expressing your desire to change.

Days later, Mingyu showed up at your door, his expression a mix of nervousness and hope. As you let him in, you both settled on the couch, facing each other. The air was thick with the weight of the unspoken, but this time, you were both ready to listen and understand.

"I'm sorry I've been inconsiderate," Mingyu's words trembled with a mixture of remorse and vulnerability. The weight of his admission hung in the air, and you could sense the sincerity in his tone. "Joshua had warned me, but my ego was so immense that I blindly believed the assumptions running rampant in my mind. Yet, when I retrace my steps, I see you—steadfast, patient, and a constant source of solace. You've been the unwavering pillar I lean on whenever the world wears me down. You're the haven where I can peel off my masks and be my true self. And I'm sorry, truly sorry, that I've fallen short of being that haven for you. I... I've been so terribly selfish." Mingyu's words flowed from his heart, like a river of emotions he'd been holding back.

His confession was a bittersweet symphony of vulnerability, a melody that echoed with the resonance of unspoken regrets. It wasn't just the timbre of his voice, but the raw honesty that stirred something deep within you. It was as if the layers of his pride had peeled away, revealing the core of his remorse. This was the Mingyu you'd been longing to reach, the one who could see past his own assumptions and face the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it was.

As his words settled between you, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions yourself. It wasn't just a sense of validation, but also a pang of sympathy for the struggle he'd been grappling with. You knew that this wasn't an easy conversation for him, and his willingness to open up was a testament to the depth of his feelings. The walls that had once stood firm between you were crumbling, making space for something more profound.

With a deep breath, you began to speak, revealing the layers of your own battles. The torrent of pressure that came with your role as a fashion editor and artistic director, the overwhelming deadlines that gnawed at your every thought, and the constant push and pull of expectations—it all came tumbling out. Your voice wavered as you recounted moments when it felt like the world was resting squarely on your shoulders, threatening to crush your spirit.

The vulnerability you both shared in that moment was a catalyst for an unanticipated catharsis. As tearful confessions gave way to shared frustrations, a bridge was constructed between your hearts. You'd unlocked the door to a realm where truths flowed freely, a sanctuary where masks were discarded in favor of authenticity.

The night transformed into an intimate haven, a haven that nurtured not only honesty but also laughter. It was in those shared stories and stolen chuckles that you discovered the remedy to your struggles—communication. As the moon gave way to dawn's gentle light, you found yourselves weaving tales and weaving dreams. It was in those quiet hours that you realized that the storm hadn't shattered your bond; instead, it had polished it, revealing the resilient gem that lay at its core.

In the weeks that followed, you and Mingyu learned to find balance. You carved out time for each other amidst your busy schedules, making deliberate efforts to stay connected. It wasn't always easy, but you both understood the importance of patience, understanding, and compromise.

With time, the two of you discovered that relationships, much like life, are complex and require effort from both sides. The ups and downs, the misunderstandings, and the apologies—all of it made your connection stronger. And as you looked back on that pivotal conversation, you realized that sometimes, confronting challenges head-on was the only way to move forward, together.

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Do you have any angst headcanons about the science kids?

Many guys have experimented with dating Marc due to him looking feminine, and then they'd break up with him a few weeks later. It's made him afraid to ever date any guys because he's worried they're only dating him just to see if they're queer or not

Because of Lucien's influence, Marc is always finding new things to hate about himself and is worried Nathaniel will get upset with him because of his "flaws". It's gotten to a point that he started dressing how he used to when he used to date Lucien

Cosette is legitimately afraid to go back to her house after school. The treatment from her siblings and mother takes a real emotional toll on her, and she doesn't want to cry in front of them and give them more ammo

Once, they tried to use concealer to cover up their vitiligo, and got scolded for it even though their mother has made it abundantly clear she despises how they look

Aurore can't remember the last time she genuinely smiled around her parents. She's always pretending to be something she's not around them, and now any emotions she displays around them are all fake

She practices every facial expression before bed and keeps a journal of "acceptable responses" to say to her parents

Whenever Simon wakes up from nightmares about his parents, he screams, but no sound comes out. It's usually a sign he'll be nonverbal for a while

When he uses sign language, there are usually people who will scold and yell at him to talk until Simon just breaks down crying and runs away

When she was thirteen, Reshma was at this socialite party her parents were throwing, and one of her dad's colleagues felt her up when he wasn't looking. He died before she could ever tell anyone what he did

Because of this, it took Reshma a while to be able to trust any male friends of her parents, and she kept pepper spray on her out of fear

Jean always blamed himself for his mother leaving him and his dad, and it took weeks for Dejah to convince him otherwise. He hardly got up out of bed, he never talked to anyone, and he gave up the things that made him happy, convinced that his interests her the reason his mom left

When he was ten, Jean wore a skirt to school and got beat up in the bathroom during study hall by some guys a grade above him. Since that day, he's been too afraid to wear skirts and dresses

Lacey hardly ever buys anything because she's saving up her money for the event her grandparents pass away and she's tasked with taking care of her brothers

Rock climbing and parkour are the activities where she feels free and unburdened. If she were to stop, then it wouldn't be pretty

Ismael has been harassed by total strangers before the moment they heard his voice. When this one guy grabbed him while he was riding the subway, he kicked him in the balls, got off, and ran to his dad's house

He's scared for the day where Reshma may find a girlfriend and have not as much time for him, so he likes to spend every single moment with her until that day

Mireille would love to be the center of attention sometimes, but her dad will always find ways to make it grander than necessary and only cause her to close in on herself more

Mireille has some repressed anger issues because of their dad and is fearful that they may take it out on their friends one of these days

Denise has a hard time saying no, and some people like to take advantage of that when they need some heavy lifting done. It tires Denise out, but they're afraid of letting people down

They've had muscle cramps since they were twelve, but refuses to tell anybody, worried no one will want their help and they'll be useless

Zoé never got to spend any time with her dad, not because he was busy, but because of Audrey. She always forced her into some "feminine" activities like beauty pageants and debutante balls which would take up all of her time, just to make herself look good

Zoé's afraid to date anyone after one particularily bad experience with this one girl back at her old school. She was just a side piece for her to experiment with while she was still dating her boyfriend

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multifandominfj · 2 years ago

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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter Three: It’s A Long Story

“Well, Mxy came by and offered me a chance to change the timeline…”

“Aren’t you the person who said you’d never do that?” Lena asked.

“Yes, I know I sound like a hypocrite. But when Lex told you my secret before I did…and our…you're worth risking the timeline.”

“Kara…” Lena then scoots closer to wrap a warm arm around her girl, pulling her to her embrace as she gets her to lean back on the couch. “So what happened?”

“First, all realities ended up being hell. The first timeline Mxy showed me was during the Children of Liberty. I revealed I was Supergirl during a lunch date, but then Mercy Graves got in the way. After I come back…Mxy tells me you went to see Sam. She tries to convince you I’m still me, but you were too hurt. You were scared I’d see you like Lex. Because you didn’t make it back on time…I end up dying due to Agent Liberty poisoning the atmosphere.”

Lena could tell re-living this wasn’t easy for Kara. Now wasn’t the time for her to be asking questions. So, she simply offered a comforting embrace accompanied with forehead kisses, all the while, while stroking up and down her arm with feather-like delicateness.

“The next timeline was over the Kryptonite stash. I was Supergirl, and I revealed to you me as Kara. The look on your face…was one of the most devastating things I’ve felt. You tell me that you just found out Sam was a World Killer. You tell me that you can never trust me again, and don’t want to work with me. I…well, you can guess. What hurt more was seeing you not save other people just because of my own bone headedness of just wanting to protect you. Another timeline I had…”

Watching Lena die, even in a fake timeline, felt way too real. That moment was permanently ingrained in her memory; it was actually her greatest fear, she just had never outright said it.

“Reign killed you. You died in my arms. That pain was probably some of the worst I’ve experienced. Right up there with betraying you. It felt…”

“I’m not going anywhere, My Sunbeam.” Lena assured her by taking hold of Kara’s free hand, and squeezing tight.

“Another one had you testifying against Lillian. You refused to give up my identity. And the powerhouse that you are, you help win the case. But..,you end up getting kidnapped. The only way I could save you…was to reveal myself. I save you, but everyone else I love…” Kara’s voice became tight and shaky, and tears were definitely starting to form. “Agent Liberty killed them. Including Cat…”

She tries to take a steadying breath, to no avail; it doesn't really help. Just thinking about the last one was enough to make her cry.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Lena hated seeing Kara cry.

“This last timeline was practically a dystopian Horror movie. Everyone was on the run. Brainy and Reign were minions. You were a dictator, Lena. And…you were turned into Metallo. You wanted me to fight you…but I couldn’t. You may have been evil, but even then, in that timeline where we weren’t friends…hurting the woman I love was out of the question.”

“I know this isn’t the point…but all of those timelines tell me that us meeting, and the journey we went on to get here…all of the pain and healing. It was worth it. You are worth it.” Lena lifts Kara’s chin, gently wiping away her tears; flashing her famous grin to ease away Kara’s fear.

“You truly are amazing, Lena. I’m still amazed that…I get to call you not only my girlfriend, but my partner in crime. To use your favorite Grey’s Anatomy quote…” She lets a chuckle slip past. “You’re my person. Forever and always.”

“El Mayarah.” Lena answered back.

“You get sexier every time you say that, you know.” Kara smirked.

“Oh I know I do.” Lena jokingly gloats as she leans down, closing the distance slowly. “I just never get tired hearing you saying variations of it.”

“Is that so?” Kara loved that Lena was just as big a dork as her. Reaching up to cup Lena’s architecturally strong jaw, she sealed the gap. Stroking her chin, kissing Lena was equally invigorating and calming. With lips as soft and delicate as butterfly wings, it was the Disney World fireworks every time Kara kissed the love of her life.

“I’m glad you finally told me. With everyone knowing who you are now, it can’t be easy dealing with your trauma now.” Lena finishes their kiss with a kiss on Kara’s adorable button nose.

“I’m glad I could tell you. I’ve been holding onto that for a long time, and it feels like I can stand straighter now.” Kara sighs with content.

“Since we are sharing, there’s something I should tell you.” Lena takes a deep breath. “You know the whole thing with Leviathan? While you were helpless, in the virtual unity festival…Acrata showed up.”

“What?” Kara was taken aback by that revelation.

“Yeah, she somehow had gotten manipulated by Lex, no surprise there. She…was told to kill you. I couldn’t let that happen, so…I stood in between you and the Kryptonite shard she was holding.”

“Lena. Do you know how dangerous that was? Granted it wouldn’t have harmed you like it does me, but one wrong move and…”

“I know Kara. But after how I treated you those few months, and the regret I felt for not realizing how stupid I was for not taking steps sooner to mend our relationship…risking my life and every breath I took for you was more than worth it.”

“I will keep saying this because it’s always going to be true…the Luthor name never deserved your kind, breathtaking, beautiful soul in their family. And I’m so glad that I get to be that for you now.” Kara had felt her body begin to fall asleep as she gave her girlfriend a dopey smile.

“Come on Sleeping Beauty, time for bed. We both know Esme is going to want to come over and ask you tons of questions.” Helping Kara up from the couch as walking over to the bed, Lena got in first so Kara could nuzzle close.

“That is very true.” Kara gives a sleepy laugh as she follows, getting under the covers then cuddling close to Lena in the alcove of her shoulder and chest. “Thank you…” Her eyes began to droop.

“For what, Kara?” Seeing that she was getting tired, Lena began to stroke Kara’s hair to help her sleep.

“For listening…and for loving me…” She dozed off to sleep, Kara’s train of thought coming to a hypnotic halt.

“Always.” Lena whispered, kissing Kara’s head one last time. “Sleep tight, My Sunbeam.” Reaching, she turns to shut off the lamp. Resting her head atop her love’s she would also doze off to a land of blissful sleep.

Here is Chapter Three! Hope you guys are liking the story so far 🙏🏻.

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