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convergence theory â teaser
pairing ⸺ tutor nerdjo! x student! reader
summary ⸺ desperate to pass your maths subject required for you to pass your psych major, you reluctantly accept satoru gojo's help after a botched tutoring request. what starts as a mutually beneficial arrangementâhe needs your uncle's influence for an event, and you need help with calculusâquickly turns into something more complicated.
teaser word count ⸺ 1.5k
expected word count ⸺ 15-20k (the banter alone has taken up about 8-9k so...)
release date ⸺ not sure yet, hopefully in the next few days or by the end of next week bc i wanna finish it before uni starts
warnings ⸺ smut, p in v sex, virgin!gojo (he acts like a total arrogant, cocky and conceited asshole in this but he's actually a virgin HSHSHGS), oral (both m and f receiving), you basically give him his first blowjob and teach him how 2 be a munch :3, college AU (except i'm australian so my perception of college in american dominated college au's in fanfic is quite limited), nerd!gojo, gojo is like really fucking annoying, switch gojo!, will probably continue to update the warnings the more i write but it'll be so good... trust...
âThis is simply not enough, (name). If you want to pass, you need at least 50 percent. Iâll let you retake the required modules and assessments, but I strongly suggest hiring a tutor.â
Your professor sighs, rubbing his temple as you grimace in displeasure.
College math.
The bane of your existence.
Why you needed to pass a math module just to earn extra credit for your psychology major was beyond ridiculous. You had never been particularly good at math, always gravitating toward English or science-related subjects. Nothing too sciency, though. Psychology made senseâit was theory-based, more about understanding people than crunching numbers. It wasnât the kind of science that required you to calculate how many moles of carbon were left after a reaction or figure out what would happen if a car crashed into a wall at 60 km/h.Â
âI can personally recommend last yearâs top studentâfull marks in every assessment and module. He might be available, assuming he doesnât already have a full roster of students. If you can wait a little longer, heâll be here soon to pick up last weekâs student projects. Heâs my TA this semester.â
Your professorâs voice takes on a rare note of approval as he talks about this so-called star studentâsomeone impressive enough to earn the admiration of a man who had docked half your marks over the method rather than the answer.
You nod stiffly, setting your bag down beside you before sinking into the chair across from his desk. You could waitâhad to wait, if you wanted even the slightest chance of scraping a pass in this godforsaken breadth subject. The measly 40% scrawled across your paper seemed to mock you, glaring up at you as if it, too, had given up on your ability to solve for x.
Tuning out the professorâs ongoing praise of this so-called star student, you try to focus on anything else. Honestly, how much more could he go on about this guy? It was getting exhausting. You werenât here to listen to a TED Talk about some math geniusâyou were here because your GPA was hanging by a thread, and apparently, this person was your last hope of saving it.
Now, by no means were you dumb. Far from it. Some people just werenât built for numbers, and unfortunately, you happened to be one of them. But when it came to the subjects you were good at? You thrivedâaced every exam, topped your classes, excelled in ways that made professors take notice. Just⌠not in math. Never in math.
And yet, here you were. Waiting.
At least your waiting was cut short when he walked in.
White hair gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lighting of the professorâs office, strands falling effortlessly over cerulean eyes framed by almost impossibly pale lashes. He was tallâreally tallâwith an easy, unshaken confidence that made it clear he was fully aware of the attention his presence commanded. A navy-blue sweater hung loosely over his broad frame, the soft fabric contrasting against the sharp tailoring of his crisp black slacks. Andâwere those dress shoes?
Yeah. Okay. You could admit itâthis guy was hot. But it wasnât just his face (which, to be fair, looked like it belonged on a magazine cover). It was the way he carried himself, the unbothered ease in his posture, the quiet yet unmistakable I-know-Iâm-better-than-you energy that radiated off of him.
And suddenly, you understood why your professor held him in such high regard. He didnât just look like the type of person who aced every examâhe looked like the president of some elite quantum mechanics club, the kind of person who thrived on things like advanced calculus and theoretical physics for fun.
Great. Just great.
���(Name), this is Satoru Gojo. Satoru, this is (Name) (Last name).. Sheâs struggling with the content this semester and needs extra help if she wants to pass alongside her major. I was just telling her how brilliant you are and hoping you might have the time to tutor herâof course, only if your schedule isnât already full.â
You try not to visibly flinch at the way your professor phrases it, as if youâre some hopeless case in dire need of salvation from this so-called prodigy. Seriously? He couldâve at least sugarcoated it a little in front of Satoru.
But as your professor speaks, his voice takes on a warmth thatâs⌠weirdly affectionate. And when you glance over, youâre met with the absolute worst thing you could have imaginedâyour professor, practically beaming at Satoru, eyes practically glittering with admiration.
What the hell is this? Why does he look at him like that? Is this normal?
You barely manage to mask the horrified expression on your face, but it doesnât matterâbecause Gojo sees it. And worse, he revels in it. His smirk stretches just a little wider, his cerulean eyes twinkling with amusement as he watches your silent suffering.
You think youâre gonna implode.
And then, with an exaggeratedly pitiful look, he turns back to the professor. âSir, you know Iâd love to help,â he says, voice practically dripping with faux sincerity. âBut Iâve recently been asked to assist the research team for the theoretical physics paper. Itâs a big opportunityâcould really help with my masterâs applicationâso Iâm going to have to politely decline.â
Ah. So your hunch about him being some physics nerd was right.
He casts what mightâve been intended as a respectful bow in your direction, though it comes off more like a lazy spasm. You donât even think he realizes how condescending it looks.
Yeah. He definitely doesnât give a fuck.
âOh. Well, (Name), it looks like youâre going to have to figure things out on your own,â your professor sighs, rubbing his temple. âSatoru was the best optionâprobably the only person who could actually help you pass. But maybe check out some tutors outside of campus? Iâm sure there are professionals willing to help.â
Oh hell no.
Your heart plummets. Does he hear himself? Like itâs just that easy to hire a tutor? Youâre a broke college student, barely surviving on instant noodles and coffee, and now youâre supposed to drop a fortune on private tutoring? Absolutely not.
Campus tutors were your only shotâthey charged significantly less since the experience boosted their academic records, helped them secure internships, and all that nonsense. You were counting on that.
And now?
Your only remaining option was the physics nerd with the condescending smirk and ridiculous dress shoes.
You sigh internally, steeling yourself. If this guy is your last resort, then fine. Youâll grovel if you have to. Because thereâs no way in hell youâre letting this godforsaken subject be the reason you donât graduate.
âPlease. Is there⌠um, any way you can fit me into your schedule?â You finally break the silence, your voice betraying a hint of pleading that makes you cringe internally. You hate that youâre begging. You can already hear your female ancestors rolling in their graves, disappointed that their descendant is down on her kneesâmetaphoricallyâasking a man to help her pass a stupid class.
You try not to let the thought sting too much, but itâs hard to ignore the gap in experience and expectations that separates you from him.
Curse this subject. Curse these grades. Curse my professor. Curse Satoru Gojo.
Satoru, meanwhile, looks mildly entertained by your discomfort. You stand, your bag hanging across your shoulder, trying your best to meet his eyes with a mixture of irritation and a clear, no-nonsense look that says, I see right through you.
But can you really blame him? Heâs Satoru Gojoâhead of the Physics Society, on the verge of completing his masterâs, practically guaranteed a spot in the universityâs elite PhD program thanks to his perfect grades and the top-tier references from his research. Of course he doesnât have time for a tutor request from a girl who, from his perspective, probably couldnât even define a limit, let alone solve one. Yeah, no.
âSorry, no can do! As I said, Iâm extremely busy right nowââ Satoru starts, his tone dripping with smugness, but you cut him off before he can finish, not even caring that your professor is witnessing this desperate spectacle unfold.
âPlease. I donât think you understandâI need to pass this unit to fulfill the requirements for my major. Please consider my requestâŚâ You bow slightly in his direction, one hand fiddling with the hem of your dress, a trickle of sweat rolling down the back of your neck.
For a moment, he just stares. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he leans back, crossing his arms. âFine. Iâll see if I can make time. But youâll have to wait at least a week for my responseâIâm extremely busy.â
Your eye twitches. What a dick. But this is your last shot, so you grit your teeth and let it slide.
âI appreciate it,â you say stiffly. âWellâI'll get going now.â You give a polite nod to both Satoru and your professor, already itching to leave.As you turn to go, you briefly catch his gaze raking over your form. Itâs quickâso quick you mightâve imagined itâbut something about the way his eyes linger sends a small, unfamiliar twinge through your body. You shake it off, more focused on willing this pretentious motherfucker to actually make space in his schedule for you.
God, you really fucking hate math.
a/n: i hope you guys liked the teaser!!!! this fic is lowkey eating my ass, i literally had to pull out my old battered copy of my advanced math textbook from highschool to write about some of the calculus concepts satoru explains, which was so funny to me because i never got higher than a 40 percent on an assessment during hs and i dropped math halfway through my final year, but here we are!
if you'd like to be tagged in the full fic once it comes out, you can comment down below, since i think my ask box doesn't work.. (*â§ĎâŚ*)
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Lover Girl
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synopsis: vi was a loser, a lover girl, and head over heels for you
pairings: vi x reader (no use of y/n)
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Vi was a loser.Â
She was always reminded of her pitiful stance as a random masc lesbian on campus when she passed by you on her way to her afternoon lab. She would watch you walk by, curls bouncing, heeled boots clicking against the pavement as you laughed along to whatever the gorgeous Kiramman girl on your side was saying.Â
Vi didnât stand a chance, not against the Kiramman and not against every other gay within a 50 kilometer radius of you that so desperately wanted to get between your beautifully toned thighs.Â
But Vi had a plan. It wasnât a good plan, but it was a plan nonetheless. Step one: casually run into you at the campus coffee shop. Step two: say something cool. Step three: make you fall madly in love with her, or at the very least, get you to remember her face.Â
Simple, right?
Wrong.Â
Because the moment Vi stepped into the coffee shop and spotted you at the counterâhair tossed over your shoulder, Caitlyn leaning in to say something that made you grinâher brain short-circuited. her heart pounded like sheâd just run sprints, and suddenly, she forgot how to be a normal, functioning human being.Â
Ellie, ever the devil on her shoulder, nudged her forward. âGo on, lover girl. Say something smooth.âÂ
Vi swallowed hard, adjusted her jacket, and sauntered up beside you, trying her best to look effortlessly cool. Instead, she tripped over absolutely nothing and lurched forward, her group on her coffee slipping. Time slowed as the cup tilted, then tumbled, and in an instantâ
SPLASH.Â
A flood of piping hot coffee cascaded down the front of your pristine white shirt.Â
You gasped, eyes wide as the liquid soaked into the fabric, turning it completely see-through. Viâs own traitorous eyes followed the path of destruction, trailing powder, untilâ
Oh. Oh no.Â
Your bra, lacy and delicate, clung to your skin in a way that should be illegal.Â
Viâs brain short-circuited. Every neuron in her dumb, gay little head misfired at once. She was lookingâshe shouldnât be lookingâbut she was looking, and oh god, she had to stop before you noticedâ
âVi!â Ellie hissed under her breath, jabbing an elbow into her ribs.Â
Vi snapped out of it so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash.Â
âShit! Shit, Iâoh, fuckâI am so sorry!â Her hands hovered uselessly in the air, unsure whether to help, to flee, or to simply melt into the crack in between the ratty coffee shop tiles and hoped you forgot about her.Â
Your lips parted, eyes flicking down to assess the damage. âWell,â you said, voice amused despite the mess, âthatâs one way to see my tits.âÂ
Vi wanted to die. Just perish right there in the middle of the coffee shop floor.Â
Instead, she sprang into action. âHereâuhâtake my jacket!â She shrugged off the worn leather in record time and practically threw it around your shoulders before anyone else could get an eyeful. âJustâyeah, cover upâuh, not that you have to! I mean, you look greatânot like I was looking! Or, like, not in a creepy wayâoh my god, I need to shut upââ
You laughed, warm and bright, as you pulled the jacket tighter around yourself. âRelax, Vi. Itâs just coffee.âÂ
Vi, who had gone stiff as a board at hearing you say her name, blinked. âYou know my name?âÂ
âYou sit behind me in human physiology,â you said, smiling. âAnd youâre kind of hard to miss.âÂ
Viâs brain fully melted. She really, really thought she would just die.Â
Ellie snorted, clapping a hand on her shoulder. âCongrats, lover girl. Youâre unforgettable now.â
Vi was malfunctioning.Â
It had been a full five minutes since sheâd doused you in coffee and humiliated herself in front of the entire campus, and yetâsomehowâyou were still talking to her.Â
She didnât know how or why. Maybe the universe had finally decided to cut her some slack. Maybe sheâd actually died of embarrassment, and what is was the afterlife. Whatever the case, she wasnât about to question it.Â
âSo,â you said, adjusting Viâs jacket around your shoulders. It was comically broad on you, the sleeves dangling past your hands, the scent of worn leather and something undeniably her wrapping around you like a hug. âI think this means you owe me a coffee.âÂ
Vi blinked. âIâyeah! Yeah, totally. Whatever you want.âÂ
You smiled. âCool. Iâll take a caramel macchiato. Medium.âÂ
Vi scrambled to order, fumbling with her wallet as Ellie watched in barely concealed amusement. When the barista called your name, you plucked the cup from the counter and took a slow, deliberate sip, eyes locked on Vi the entire time.Â
âThanks, Vi,â you said, licking a bit of coffee foam from your lip.Â
Viâs soul left her body.Â
âY-yeah, no problem,â she stammered, gripping the edge of the counter to keep herself from toppling over. âSorry again about, yâknow, ruining your shirt and, uh, your dayââ
âYou didnât ruin my day,â you cut in smoothly, taking another sip of your drink. âJust my shirt. And honestly? If this is your way of flirting, keep it up. I like it.â
Vi forgot how to breathe. Ellie choked on her own drink.Â
âYou should do it again sometime,â you added, winking before turning toward the door.Â
Vi watched you leave, slipping your arm into Caitlynâs as you giggled, the coffee shop suddenly feeling a lot warmer.Â
Ellie whistled. âHoly shit, lover girl. You might actually have a shot.â
Vi, still reeling, stared at her with wide eyes. âI need to lie down.â
ââââââââ
Vi didnât expect to see you again so soon, but campus had a funny way of throwing her into awkward situations.Â
The next morning, she was rushing across the quad, still half-asleep, when she heard someone calling her name.Â
âVi!â
She skidded to a stop, heart already hammering. She turned to find you walking toward her, wearing her jacket.Â
Her poor, gay heart couldnât handle it.Â
âOh, hey,â she said, trying to sound casual. âUh, howâs your shirt situation?â
You laughed. âBetter. But I figured Iâd keep this for a bit longer. Hope you donât mind?â
âMind?â Vi said, as if the thought of you wearing her clothes wasnât currently rewriting her entire brain chemistry. âNope. Not at all. Keep it forever, if you want.â
You raised a brow. âForever, huh? You sure about that?â
Viâs mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again, before she managed, âI meanâyou look good in it, soâyeah?â
Your lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.Â
âGood,â you said, stepping a little closer. âBecause I was thinking⌠if you wanted your jacket back, you might have to take me out to dinner first.â
Vi stared. You smiled. Ellie, watching from Vi and her dorm window, fist-pumped the air.Â
âIâuhââ Vi cleared her throat. âDinner. Yeah. I can do that. Totally. Absolutely. Whenâuhâwhen were you thinking?â
You pretended to think, tilting your head. âTonight?â
âTonight,â Vi repeated, still buffering. âYep. Cool. Great. IâllâuhâIâll text you?â
âLooking forward to it, lover girl,â you teased, before turning on your heel and strolling away, Viâs jacket still draped over your shoulders.Â
Vi stood there for a solid minute, staring at where youâd been.Â
Then she pulled out her phone and texted Ellie:
Vi: I think I just agreed to a date???
Ellie: YOU WHAT!!!!
ââââââââââ
Vi was sweating.Â
Which was ridiculous, because it was cold outside, and she was currently standing in front of your dorm, hands stuffed in her pockets, trying not to hyperventilate.Â
Sheâd spent way too long getting readyâchanging shirts three times, debating whether her other leather jacket was too much (Ellie convinced her it was âpeak masc lesbian energy,â and Dina agreed so she must have been right), and trying not to puke from nerves.Â
And now, she was here. About to take you on a date.Â
You swung the door open before she could knock. âVi!â
Oh. Oh.Â
You were in a black dress, snug in all the right places, and Vi swore she momentarily lost all motor function.Â
âYou good?â You asked, smirking.Â
âYeah,â Vi said, voice cracking like a teenage boy. She cleared her throat. âYeah. Totally. You lookâuhâwow.â Â
You laughed, locking your dorm behind you. âYouâre cute when youâre nervous.â
Vi absolutely wasnât blushing. Definitely not. âIâm not nervous.â
âMhm,â you said, linking your arm through hers as you started down the hallway. âSo, where are you taking me, lover girl?â
ââââââââ
Vi had racked her brain for the perfect place and eventually settled on a nice, cozy little restaurant near campus. It wasnât fancy, but it was realâwarm lighting, a killer burger menu, and a jukebox playing old rock songs in the corner.Â
You slid into the booth across from her, propping your chin on your hand as you watched her.Â
âSo, Vi,â You said, eyes twinkling. âYou gonna tell me why it took spilling coffee on me to finally make a move?â
Vi groaned, dragging a hand down her face. âCan we not talk about my tragic lack of game?â
You grinned. âI think itâs cute.â
âYou think everything is cute.â
âNot everything,â you teased, leaning forward. âJust you.â
Vi choked on her water.Â
The rest of the date was⌠perfect.Â
You talked, you laughed, you stole a few of her fries like it was the most natural thing in the world. Hi was completely gone for you, and by the time you both stepped outside into the crisp night air, she was wondering how the hell sheâd gotten so lucky.Â
You walked side by side, the streetlights casting a soft glow around you.Â
âThis was fun,â you said, tugging Viâs jacket around you a little tighter.Â
âYeah,â Vi agreed, shoving her hands in her pockets. âI mean, aside from me embarrassing myself every five seconds.â
You stopped walking, turning to face her. âYou didnât embarrass yourself.â
Vi huffed. âI literally poured coffee on you, made an idiot out of myself, and nearly passed out when I saw you in that dress.â
You tilted your head. âOh, so you liked the dress?â
Vi blinked. âUhâyes? Obviously? Have you seen yourself?â
You stepped closer. âI have,â you said, voice soft. âBut I like seeing myself through your eyes.â
Vi forgot how to breathe.Â
Then, before she could process what was happening, you reached to her, gently tugging her up by the collar of her jacketâ
And kissed her.Â
It was soft at first, hesitant, like you were waiting for her to freak outâbut Vi wasnât that much of a loser.Â
She kissed you back. Harder.Â
Her hands found your waist, pulling you in, and you sighed into her mouth like youâd been waiting for this just as much as she had.Â
When you finally pulled away, Vi was dazed.Â
You smiled, brushing a thumb over her cheek. âTook you long enough, lover girl.âÂ
Vi let out a breathless laugh. âWith the wait?â
You grinned. âDefinitely.â
And then you kissed her again, just because you could.Â
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| Valentines Day - Simon âGhostâ Riley X Reader
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Word Count -Â 1.7K
Summary -Â What a valentines with Simon might look like.
Tags/Warnings -Â Established relations, Mentions of the narsty and some heavy petting, interrupted
A/N -Â welp...it was supposed to be a valentines post but uhhh...I got busy
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You and Simon had a routine for the mornings. There was an unspoken agreement that the first person to get out of bed was to make breakfast. Since you were both early risers, it was usually a 50/50 chance that youâd be the one making breakfast. Although, you liked it more when Simon cooked. He would die if you told the rest of the 141, but he was a good cook. It was never anything fancy or over the top, but everything he made was delicious. His go-to was the regular bacon, eggs, and toast. He made your eggs just how you liked themâCrispy around the edges and the yolk runny enough to dip your toast into it.   Â
The clock on your bedside table read 07:17. It was later than you usually woke up, but you and Simon were up late the night before. An âearly Valentine's gift,â he had said, before he took you into the bedroom and worshiped your body. Made you a quivering mess beneath him. Â
Looking at his sleeping form, you could tell he put his all into it. Into you.Â
You couldnât help the soft smile from your mouth as you brushed his hair back from his face. It was the longest youâd ever seen it, curling at the tips of his ears and furling down his neck. There was no real reason for him to follow the mandatory military cut since no one ever saw it. Although, he claimed he preferred it short because it was more comfortable underneath the mask.Â
He looked so calm when he was asleep. Younger even. The worries and stresses that drew lines between his brows didnât follow him into sleep. Not tonight, anyway. However, no amount of rest would ever be able to erase the dark shadows under his eyes, a permanent mark of exhaustion.       Â
You slid out from his embrace with utmost care to not stir him awake. He huffed a sigh and shoved his now-empty hand underneath the pillow, subconsciously searching for a new source of warmth, but he didn't wake. You tip-toed into the ensuite, clicking the door shut behind you to quiet the noises of you getting ready for the day. You had a quick shower, washing away the remnants of last night, albeit reluctantly.Â
By the time you entered the room again, Simon was sitting over the edge of the bed. Still half asleep and only managing to keep one eye open. He must have opened the curtains at some point because the room was now basking in the morning light. The sunlight climbed up the bed and warmed the sheets.Â
âGood morning,â you said as you made your way to stand in front of him. He immediately reached out for you, pulling you between his legs and letting his face rest on your chest. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and cradled his head into you. With nimble fingers, you combed into his hair. He breathed deeply, groaning, inhaling your fresh, clean scent.Â
You stayed like that for a while. Long enough to think he fell back asleep like this, with his arms wrapped around you. You scratched playfully at his scalp to get his attention, âWhat are you wanting for breakfast?â  Â
He looked up at you with bleary eyes and shook his head, âIâll cook this morning. Itâs valentines.â     Â
You leaned back to get a better look at him. âI got up first, and youâve already given me my gift.â
âMhm,â he straightened and came to life at the hint of a dispute, âThat wasnât all I was intending to give you.âÂ
You rolled your eyes at him, âIâm seriousââÂ
He stood and put a hand over your mouth to keep you from arguing further, âIâm serious.â
You pulled your head from his grasp. âOkay,â you said, searching for a compromise he would accept. âWhat if you make the food and I make the coffee?âÂ
He played with the still-wet strands of your hair, twirling it around his finger and letting it fall into a curl, âHmm, sure.âÂ
You padded after him into the kitchen, oogling his bare, muscled back all the way. Noting the symmetrical red lines that were etched into his back. Something akin to pride burned in your chest, and you bit your lip to keep a smile from spreading across your face.Â
You press a single button on the coffee machine and let it run. Then, you sit at the island and watch as Simon starts breakfast.Â
He moved with the same grace he did with everything. Every move was thoughtful and calculated, even for something as simple as cracking an egg.Â
A devious idea popped into your head. You werenât that hungry for food.      Â
âI love it when you moan,â you sighed, pretending the statement was innocent.Â
He froze at the stove before spinning on a heel to look at you. His eyes were wide with shock and confusion, âPardon me?â he said incredulously.Â
âYou know when my legs are wrapped around your waist, and you're pounding into me,â you slid off the chair and walked around the island, his dark eyes following you, âWhen you say the dirtiest thing to me, and I tighten around you.â
His graze flashed from you to the stove, then back to you, and narrowed, âWhat are you doing?â
You took a step forward, locked your fingers behind your back, and pushed your chest up towards him. âI can stop,â you said, tilting your head up to him. He was so tall, and you loved it. If you could climb this man like a tree, you would.Â
You could practically see his resolve disintegrating, and he fought to keep his eyes drifting from yours.Â
With fingers chilled from the morning air, you slid them up this barren skin. The corded muscle of his abs tightened under your touch, and he tried to cover up his surprise with a chuckle. Only it came out more nervous than he had intended it to.Â
He responded to your advances with an enthusiasm that knocked your breath from your lungs. He had his fingers wrapped around the back of your knees, making a noise to signal you to jump up. He gracefully placed you on the island and nestled his hips between yours. With an experimental roll of your hips, you felt his arousal. Â
His mouth slanted over yours, and he pulled the hair at the base of your neck to maneuver your head how he needed to. He nipped at your bottom lip before working his way down your neck. You sighed in bliss at the feel of him.  Â
Behind him, a familiar smell of char wafted from the pan. You were so engrossed in each other that you missed the first few signs of burning food. At the same time, you looked over his shoulder as flames from the propane stove started to lick up the side of the pan.Â
Faster than youâd ever seen him move, he was flicking on the fan above the stove and pulling the pan from the heat. You were jumping off the counter and rushing to open the patio door for him. Without a doubt, you were going to brag to everyone who would listen, the scary calm demeanour with which he placed the pan on the concrete stairs. Â
He straightened and stared down at the pan. His face was unreadable, and his hands resting on his waist was a comedic scene. He was still shirtless, and his shorts sat low enough on his hips that you could see the waistband of his briefs underneath.Â
âBaby,â you said slowly, trying to hide the humour. You walk to stand in front of him and obscure the view on the pan. âItâs okay. I didnât really want eggs anyway.â Â
The pan had followed you and been by your side throughout your college days. It had been the only pan you had for years after. A go-to. It made perfectly crispy chicken and the most incredible sauces.Â
âItâs okay,â you patted his chest and pressed a chaste kiss to one of the myriad scars that scattered across his skin. âWeâve got leftovers." You couldnât help but smile at him.Â
As you reach the fridge, the tips of his ears turn bright redâa telltale sign of embarrassment, rare as it is. You pause, your suspicions rising at his reaction. âWhat?âÂ
He just shook his head and pursed his mouth, gesturing with his hand for you to open the fridge.Â
Confused, you slowly opened the door, the light from inside flipping on.Â
A bouquet. A very large bouquet that took up half of the bottom shelf. You noticed he must have had to shift the shelves above it to fit it in there without damaging any stems or petals. It was a breathtaking arrangement of white and light purple flowers and an assortment of greenery.
âSimon,â you whispered in awe, reaching for the vase.
âI-uhh,â he shifted uncomfortably on his feet, âYesterday was the only time I could pick it up. But I wanted to have something to give you today, so the florist told me to find a fridge to put them in to keep them as fresh as possible. I was going to give them to you after breakfast was done. " He jerked his chin to the patio. Well, it is done. I done it to death, actually.âÂ
You set them out on the island, and the sun crawling across the marble made the colours pop. You clamped your mouth shut, realizing you were gapping. You had never received such a large bouquet before. Spinning the vase to fully examine the flowers, you found the card nestled into the greenery. Â
A little card, and all he had written on it was âSimonâ
Not âLove, Simonâ or âHappy Valentinâsâ.Â
Just âSimonâ
You turned back to him and grabbed his face before diving in for one last kiss, âMy god, I love you.âÂ
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A/N -Â Happy late valentines
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley fanfiction#simon riley#cod fanfic#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x you#call of duty#simon ghost x reader#simon riley smut#taskforce 141#simon ghost fluff#ghost fanfiction#simon ghost riley fluff#cod fluff
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Wait! Poppy and Granny Sharma are in Surprise Neddy?! One of my absolute favorite scenes you've written is when Lavender Haze Anthony goes to meet Kate's grandparents. đđđ. What was it like for them to meet in Surprise Neddy? Is Poppy Sharma protective? What's his relationship with Neddy like? How does he bond with Anthony?
They sure are!
I think Kate was probably even more scared to tell her grandparents she was pregnant than she was to tell Mary. She probably shouldnât have been given that Edwina had only been sixteen when Granny Sharma had sighed.
âWell, because Edwinaâs a lesbian-â
âWoah! Woah!â Edwina gaped, âHow do you know that?â
Granny rolled her eyes, âDarling. Letâs not pretend.â She patted Edwinaâs cheek. âYouâre so pretty. Girls are going to love you. Very proud.â
They truthfully, didnât care. Poppy had stood in the hotel room with tears in his eyes and Edmund in his arms.
âHeâs a good boy, Katie. Heâs a strong boy. Strong name.â
Poppy has been Neddyâs main father figure up to this point, really. Tapping Neddy on the chin with his knuckles while Granny fusses around him.
âSuch a handsome young man.â
âYouâre a good boy hey?â Poppy says, âletâs do a picture for your Amma.â
Itâs hard for Kate to tell her grandparents that sheâs found Neddyâs Dad, even. Not that she really gets the chance.
âMy Anthony came to see me, Poppy!â
Kateâs heart stopped and she watched her grandfatherâs brow furrowed as he looked up to her, âWhoâs Anthony, Katie?â
Kate swallowed, âAnthony is Neddyâs Dad. Theyâve been spending time together.â
Poppyâs eyes widened, âHis father.â He patted Neddy on the shoulder, âGo bother Granny and Granny Mary for some sweeties.â
âHeâs nice, Poppy.â Kate said quietly when Neddy ran down the corridor. âAnthony wants to be a dad.â
Poppy put his hands in his hips, âI want to meet him. Make sure heâs a good man.â
âYou will, Poppy.â Kate wrapped her arms around him. âNeddy looks like him.â
Poppy huffed, âMust have some good qualities then.â
Kate pulled back, reaching first her phone to show him a picture of the three of them. âHeâs a good guy, actually.â
To her surprise Poppy laughed, âYour granny owes me ÂŁ50.â
âWhat?! Why?!â
âI knew Neddyâs Dad would be a fancy white man.â
âWhat?!â
âNeddy peruses a cheese board with way too much interest. Thatâs coming from money, Katie.â
#surprise neddy au#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#mollyâs asks and answers
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Hey, I'm writing a fanfiction in which stan(he's trans in this AU this is important) is the twins Dipper and Mabel's dad and he was actually pregnant with them(I haven't decided if he didn't know or just didn't tell Ford because he wasn't showing) during the portal incident, so basically it's going to be a rewriting of the show but if the events took place in 1995 and I'm thinking about making Jimmy snakes dipper and Mabel's other parent but I also really want to make jimmy Snakes a vampire so I'm wondering should I make the twins vampires
I'm going to be mainly borrowing vampire lore from my Gravity Falls Octonauts AU @octofalls-au mainly that as long as the pregnant person is not the vampire parents there's a 50/50 chance that the baby's not going to be a vampire so because Stan's human there is a 50/50 chance that the twins could be human
Okay this is rilly bothering me but I can't change it because it's a part of the pole and you can't edit polls once the post is posted but that's supposed to say twin not trans i can't believe I did not catch that
Also, Jimmy Snakes is a good guy and once he finds out that he's a father he's a very very active and present father(he doesn't find out about them until they're 12 almost 13 but that's the fault of Stans shitty shitty circumstances, it's not really stance or Jimmy's fault. once Stan took over as the grieving brother to the missing scientist in the woods[he's not stealing ford's identity in this] for both his and his children's safety he cannot contact anyone from his old life not even the father of his kids)
#jimmy snakes#jimmy snakes x stan pines#gravity falls#grunkle stan#mabel pines#dipper pines#gravity falls au#stanley pines#Stan pines x jimmy snakes#jimstan
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*Osiris does a slow blink. Not aware he has a 50/50 chance at pissing off Commodus again and getting punted*
Oh dang. Well I wanna be a good dad when Iâm older! Never met one yet but still. Imma be better than da rest of da ones I know. But first I should probably go to school so I can be smart enough to have a kidâŚ
you need to be up on your vaccinations,flu season is here... probably your health records too
my point is you're coming to the doctor with me
@the-great-emperor-commodus
NO. I DONT WANNA GO TO DA DOCTOR. Last time they tried to give me a rabies shot! So I bit âem and ran away
*Osiris is afraid of needles*
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Lv2 kara Cheat datta Motoyuusha Kouho no Mattari Isekai Life...
I remember reading a few chapters of the manga on r/manga about three-four years back, and my memory of it is hazy, so I'm practically going into this blind.
It's a good first episode, other than the last six-seven minutes where the ladies immediately accuse and label Flio of being a predator for simply offering to take Fenrys on an escort quest to the Delaveza Forest via Teleportation, only to play take-backsies not even two minutes later and tell him no can do they're gonna wipe her out because she's actually a demon.
Like, if the accusation was done in a way that hinted to the viewer they were trying not tip the kid off that they were onto her, then the show did a poor job of it and it clearly doesn't go in that direction.
Which is a shame, because you could've had the next episode be about Flio having cute bonding moments with Fenrys, only to get pulled aside by Balirossa and the girls halfway through and be told they're keeping tabs on her because she's soliciting help at a guild she's not registered to and all but signaling she's Dark Army, they know she's lying through her teeth, so that could've added some much-needed tension to the plot. But that's not the story the anime wants to tell, so instead you don't get to know these adventurers that accuse Flio right off the bat (for something they're proven wrong about) and rush from Point A to Point B without any time to let the plot breathe whatsoever.
Here's hoping it recovers from that little stumble, because as an isekai story featuring a God Mode MC there is some potential to it.
#i say 'some' b/c you can easily fumble that kind of plot set up#like. it CAN be done right#look at superman#dude is practically a god and has to treat the world like he's walking through cardboard#otherwise he WILL end fucking things up even if it's unintended#and tbf it's been a long while since i read the manga#so there is a 50/50 chance it's going to be good#and another 50/50 chance of it being another run-of-the-mill gimmick power fantasy#i'm probably being too skeptical and nitpicky with this#but my experience w/ isekai fantasy has been more 'miss' than 'hit'#so i'll find out in three months where this will fall under#anime#armi watches anime
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i liek how lucanis follows the playbook and recites the perfect lines right up until the almost kissâsaying a cup of coffee tastes like a kiss, âyou donât know how much trouble i can handle yetâ, âyou like to walk close to the edgeââand then a switch is flicked and he stops the theatrics. bakes a cake to lock a romance, leaves his own party early just to have a cup of coffee in the quiet dark, gets on his knees with tears in his eyes. i like that very much
#Iâm having a normal one today#i also like how itâs 9am đ and im already losing it#i never have a chance to have a normal day because by this time every day i have already begun to spiral#also you guys i do not say this lightly i am so fucking stressed out about the move itâs happening in like 2weeks i thought about it too#much and i feel like im losing my hair LOL i think I am genuinely going bald?? like my hair is falling out LMAO#Iâm being fr i think my hair is falling out!!!!!#i mean its fine#anyway i guess this can go in the lucanis tag i have been in there all day anyway#lucanis dellamorte#da4#i need to be euthanized#how many times can a bitch replay the almost kiss scene????????? the answer is at least 50 because I have seen it 49 times and one more tim#will absolutely kill me dead i can feel it#i can feel the edges of my sanity im reaching the limits now#good morning!#just keep scrolling dont look at me too hard
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to the person in the notes that was like 'i need to play this game' you should play signalis. to anyone else looking for a horror game. hey. you should play signalis. hey. please
#im trying to keep it down with talking about it bc indies are the only chance you can play a game while knowing nothing#and the mystery of signalis is so fun so sofun please look into it#i can pitch it to you. go give rose engine 20$#ive put in 50 hours to a game you can beat in less than 10. its like if a survival horror game was good
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btw when i call asterion a bad parent it's not like. a complaint. i love that he's like that. i love that he's such a terrible father i love that he completely sucks when it comes to parenting i love that even when he's trying to do better he still fucks up.
i love that the first time we see him he's basically telling rakiel to give up his birthright and die quietly without making a fuss so it won't cause issues to the royal family in the long run. i love that when theo is almost begging him to change his mind so his brother won't be humiliated in front of hundreds of people he basically tells him to stop caring for something stupid like family and feelings. i love that when rakiel does an amazing feat and almost dies doing it the only thing he does is reprimand him and tell him how much of an idiot he was. i love that when theo has a breakdown after he failed at achieving the one thing he was raised for asterion did absolutely nothing and completely left him on his own. i love that even when he's proud and wants to do something for rakiel he completely ignores what rakiel actually wants and makes him prove himself again just for the right of his wishes not being ignored.
i love that he acknowledges how terrible of him it is to care for his child only now that he's doing incredible things and proving himself and tries to be a better father... while still completely ignoring the other child he has.
he just. he sucks so fucking bad. he's not even trying to be malicious he genuinely thinks he's doing the right thing and that it's for the well being of his sons but he's so awful at being a father it just makes things worse.
it's very funny. and also so fucking good. for me <3 not his kids tho they're having a terrible time someone help them pls
#i talk a lot <3#cpsm#crown prince sells medicine#asterion magentano#rakiel magentano#theodore magentano#sorry sorry i just. i genuinely do love fucked up family dynamics they're so fun lmao#there's like. a good 50% chance that a lot of this was not intended by bk moon btw.#like not the beginning that's very clearly what he was going for asterion being a bad dad is like. a big part of his character arc lol#but the second half. when he's trying to do better. and he just. he isn't. even when the narrative tries to tell you he is.#like. sir. why are you paying attention to only one kid. when you have two of them. sir. why do your attempts at being a real family#only include the one kid who is doing great amazing things. sir please.#and like obviously the reason is because bk moon totally forgot theo existed for 90% of the novel BUT it makes for a very funny arc#where asterion thinks he's doing better. but no. he's just fucking up in a different way than he was before ajkskdadsa
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âHopefully this neighborly conflict will not further escalate đâ doc says after further escalating the neighborly conflict
#âzedaph broke my wall so. what was I supposed to doâ well. for starters. not whatever that was#also thereâs like a 50/50 chance grian or mumbo will find his. idk what that even is. so like good luck dude#this is going to be such a mess but if zedaph actually gets caught in the middle of a server conflict it could get weird fast#exciting stuff I hope zedaph gets put in situations đ#hermitcraft#docm77
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habeas corpus â detective comics #1086
(ID in alt!)
#loved this back up feature so much and seeing that bruce timm shit made me annoyed enough to actually transcribe it#first the way hes depicted as having to stand trial and ARGUE and fight for the rights of using the coin#rather than it just being a compulsion and something he must do before a decision....#like every time. every time when he's 'leaving it up to chance'âthats a time when harvey won. thats a time when harvey fought for the right#to use the coin and make it at least a 50/50 chance instead of 'crawling away until the hard part is done' like two face pushed for#every single time. regardless of the results regardless of knowing theres only a halfway chance of it actually achieving anything#or lessening the damage two face can/will do. every time hes fighting for and still believing in a fair trial and that everyone deserves on#it isnt him being weak. it isnt him avoiding responsibility. its him fighting and forcing and pushing for it as hes internally at war#with himself 24/7. even when two face wins he doesnt give up & continues to fight for what he believes in despite the injustice done to him#the way he tells Judge Janus that it isnt about HIM (himself!) while defending the right of existence to the jury of other societal rejects#the way he gestures to himself only at the very end. he asks the judge does that sound like anyone he knows and janus replies in two faces#voice but harvey keeps going. he keeps fighting for others. but at the end in actually acknowledging two face being part of him#(and by extension harvey being part of two face) and how harvey is fighting just as much to have a place as two face is#(but more within his own mind & upholding his belief system still despite knowing how it continues to fail them) and just FUCK#and two faces snaps! how theres no jurisprudence system above there either ! just no one will admit it!#how harvey knows!!! look what happened to him when he was doing the right thing!#look how many criminals and mob bosses paid their way out! look how the police are corrupt!#but still believing in it and how a system has to be in place despite being a direct victim of it as well and just GOD#I LOVE YOU GOOD HEARTED AND WANTING TO HELP PEOPLE HARVEY DENT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS TO ME !!!!!!!!#taking away how he genuinely wanted to help people and bring wrongs to rights takes away literally everything hes built on#it takes away the entire fucking tragedy of his character (and in many ways it changes how bruce himself operates and believes because#harvey WAS a good man doing everything by the books. he was trying to bring justice in the 'right way' and believed in the system. he was#what people tell bruce he should be and look where it got him. look how the system failed 'even the good ones' because the system itself is#corrupt. it isnt flawedâit was operated to oppress and thats why it cant just be fixed but must be entirely rebuilt and why bruce must#operate outside of it. it also gives more depth because harvey is one of batmans first and biggest failures. he didnt protect him.#he didnt save his parents as a helpless child (as bruce) but he couldn't save his parents as BATMAN.#it wasnt just random chance like his parents tragedy but this was calculated and something bruce didnt stop. its ALWAYS going to eat at#him if he could of prevented it by telling harvey his identity. by doing something different. by being more prepared or somehow#knowing it was going to happen. harvey is the face of tragedy in so many ways that cant fit in these messy rambly tags but its ALLL!!!!!!!#bc harv was (and still is despite it all! despite two face!) a good man!! because he originally was a glimmer of hope to bruce & the city!!
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Was soooooo happy with this phase 1 which is what made it so much funnier that I was immediately clapped by his phase 2 đ
#romina is still my fave boss but messmer is a solid second#almost every other boss I would describe as âwouldâve been good if their damage wasnât so overtunedâ#my stance if that if Iâm consistently losing to a boss with 10/14 flasks left the damage is overtuned#vs me losing to sword saint isshin with no gourds or pellets left bc he was tough enough to whittle me down#fromsoft bros will say get good but think high numbers is big difficulty#an actually difficult boss doesnât need big damage output if the mechanics are the challenge#I donât actually mind how relentless the bosses are in ER but I mind how HARD they hit on top of that#dodging a 12 hit uninterruptible combo where each move does like 1/10th of your health? thatâs fine.#if I properly time 3 of those dodges I can still make it and itâs honestly my bad if Iâm getting killed by that#dodging a 12 hit uninterruptible combo where each hit takes out 1/2 of ur health bar & has a 50% chance for an additional retaliation combo?#I *can* do it but Jesus Christ what a waste of my time lmao#how am I supposed to learn a boss when I canât get into a flow state bc a single mistake can end a run smh#I just beat gaius and I didnât even feel accomplished I was just like ugh finally#I feel like 95% of his moves are fine once you work out the delays and positioning#but I kept getting clipped by his charge attack like I would dodge out of the way but once the i frames were finished Iâd still get hit#bc I guess I wasnât dodging a perfect 90 degrees to him and the hitbox for that attack is long as hell#which would be whatever if that move didnât take out like 2/3 of my health and come out nigh instantly#I donât even really know the tell for the move bc I beat him before I learned it bc I lucked out on a run where he didnât charge me a lot#luckily the game is absolute DELIGHT to look at and explore that I can forgive the absolute bullshittery of the bosses#like I just got to the summit of dragon peak and Iâm blown away by the design of that mountain#if weâre talking verisimilitude in games how about that whole shebang#no obvious well worn path up to the top of the mountain bc itâs just for dragons whoâs gonna be walking up there?#having the player follow a trail of increasingly dense dragon corpses is SUCH a great tone setter#which means Iâm probably going to hate bayle but whatever Iâm already invested letâs gooooo#tsuchi plays games
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YOOOOOOOOOOO I BEAT BOWSER X
#at level 40 too (the recommended level is 50)!#took like ten tries and i was about to give up and grind to 42 or something but i got the urge to give it one last try and i'm so glad i did#had to tinker with my loadout a good bit too just to get something that gave me a chance of winning without running out of hp sp or turns#used the excellent!! + powerful badges and a-okay wear + pow dx gloves/boots but luigi instead had gloves that double recovery item effects#finished the last fight on turn 33 out of 35#(chugga's LP kinda inspired me to go back to my childhood save and finish all the challenge node & broque madame stuff i never cleared)#(just managed it in time to (presumably) get brothership for christmas too)#mario and luigi#bowser's inside story#mario
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I strongly support all of these "Death Note characters as animals" posts and they're so well done!! but the lack of bobtail representation is very u_u
Making B an American Bobtail so he can go crazy stupid, yell forever, be incredibly hardy, built like a tower, and be completely bone-less on the floor at any given point.
#qeyond sucks#im very bias as frankie is an american bobtail#he never shuts up. he is built like a tank. he can jump so good. he loves to skitter and be a creature#and most importantly if i try to pick him up he has NO bones. he is LIMP AS HELL.#i pick him up and sling all 20lbs of him iver my shoulder like a sack of rice#he does not fucking care and will not make an effort to be anything but blobby#he LOVES to hunt. but he is very bad at kill. he use to bring me mice and release them in my room when i was sleeping#(our house was old and had mice in the basement)#and we also use to get bats in the basement that he couldnt catch (thank god)#but damn did he use to jump SOOO HIGH#he loves to eat grass and will yell and wail and scream pathetically downstairs if i dont take him out on his harness#for grass eating time#and then 50/50 chance of him frowing it up all over :) but he loves it#also bobtails have this back arch thing going on because their back feet are so fucking big and kicky#so it just makes sense u w u
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i think the thing thatâs silliest about the mandatory 0 rule is how it replaces your worst result- so since iga didnât lose r1 in any tournaments she did play, sheâs losing more points than aryna who lost her first match in dubai. obviously itâs not âunfairâ because the players know, it is what it is, but i just think that if the rule rewards or incentivizes (for lack of a better word) tanking⌠itâs not a good rule. i hope next year they make the requirement 3 or 4 500s because 6 is just absurd for top players who go deep in 1000s and slams lol
I don't think it incentivizes tanking though because the ideal is to not drop any of the 1000 tournaments...if a player doesn't get any mandatory zeros then they hypothetically get to include all of their 1000 results, where it's a lot easier to earn more points than in the 500s. Plus, if Iga had tanked in Miami for example and only gotten 10 points, she still would have lost those 10 points, and ended up at the same point total she's at now â it only seems like she's lost more than Aryna because they've only just now decided to apply the mandatory zeros.
I also think we're not taking into account the fact that these calculations are all made in hindsight. No high-level player is going to roll up to a 1000 tournament and decide to tank for the purpose of having a smaller point total to drop, because a) they're probably not aiming to have any mandatory zeros anyway, and b) they'd much rather replace their current lowest point gain. Aryna was only able to drop Dubai because she performed better in later 1000s. If she had lost first round of Wuhan, for example, she would have had to count one of those +10 values. So, I understand the thought process but I don't think that's actually an issue in practice. The players who actually need to worry about mandatory zeros are never going to settle for early exits anyway.
But I 100% agree, 6 500s is too many, especially considering the 1000s are all mandatory now. Even just the placement of the 500s in the schedule makes it difficult to fit 6 in â players are being forced to commit themselves to long stretches of back to back to back to back tournaments. I think it's also even harder for Iga because it was an Olympic year, so no chance of making DC (and ended up missing Canada as well).
But on a much more serious level I think it's just the scheduling issues, again and again and again. The season is too long, 10 mandatory 1000s and 6 mandatory 500s is ridiculous, the way that the mandatory zeros were applied was weird.
#idk. does this make sense?#like i get youâ it feels unfair#but those points were technically not even supposed to be counted anyway#honestly i don't see the point in having any mandatory 500s. like keep the 1000s mandatory sure. and keep the rank total at 18 tournaments#players are going to go to 500s anyway and if they don't then it's their loss? they wont improve their ranking?#like the player is the one suffering most from not playing 500s because they have less tournaments to add to their point total#i understand they want to make sure that there are actually good draws with top players for 500 tournaments#but realistically youre going to get better draws if you reduce the number of them total???#because again im assuming most top players would rather play 500s rather than 250s since it contributes so much more to point total#but when you have like 50 million 500 events throughout the year then players are spreading out over all of those draws#i mean what is even the point of having two 500s in one week like with eastbourne and bag homburg? you're guaranteeing to split the field#if you pick and choose which tournaments get that status you increase the chance of that tournament actually drawing players in#take stuttgart for example. and charleston too.#you dont have to beg top players to show up to 500s. they will come if the tournament is seen as valuable#and it's hard for a tournament to seem valuable when it's one of like 50 million others AND back to back to back#idk this is maybe a separate conversation but i just think the wta got it all wrong with the 500s
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