#How to build an MVP

[ksofttechnologies]

Build Smart: Why Every Startup Needs an MVP (And How to Do It Right)

Launching a startup is exciting—but also risky. With limited resources and an untested idea, it’s easy to fall into the trap of building too much, too soon. That’s where an MVP—Minimum Viable Product—becomes a game-changer.

In this article, we’ll walk you through:

✅ What an MVP really is (and what it’s not)

✅ Why MVPs matter for every startup

✅ Real examples from successful companies

✅ A proven step-by-step process to build your MVP

✅ How Ksoft Technologies helps founders like you turn ideas into reality

And yes—if you’re the kind of founder who says “I’ve got the vision, but not the tech team,” we’ve got your back too.

📹 Watch the full video here → [Insert YouTube Video Link]

🚀 What Is an MVP?

An MVP is the simplest, functional version of your product that solves your target user’s main problem.

Not a prototype. Not a half-baked app. It’s usable, focused, and delivers core value—without all the fancy extras.

Example: Want to open a coffee shop? Start with a coffee cart at a weekend market. If people line up for it? You’ve validated your idea.

Think of an MVP as your early launchpad—designed to test, learn, and improve. It's about real user feedback, not perfection.

💡 Why Startups Need MVPs

Here’s the hard truth: 80% of startups fail. Why? They build products no one actually wants.

With an MVP, you can:

🚀 Test your idea before full investment

💸 Save money and avoid building unnecessary features

🧠 Learn faster through user behavior

🧪 Experiment and pivot if needed

An MVP helps you stop building in the dark and start creating products that users actually need.

📦 Real MVP Success Stories

Need proof? Let’s look at how billion-dollar businesses began:

Dropbox didn’t build software. They made a demo video to explain the idea. It went viral—and validated demand.

Airbnb started by renting out air mattresses in their apartment. From there, the platform grew.

Zappos? The founder took photos of shoes in local stores and posted them online. He manually bought and shipped every pair before building a full ecommerce system.

All these MVPs had one thing in common: They were simple, targeted, and testable.

🛠️ How to Build Your MVP – Step by Step

Here’s a practical checklist for building a winning MVP:

1. Define the Problem

What real pain point are you solving?

2. Identify the Audience

Who’s experiencing this problem—and how badly?

3. Focus on the Core Feature

Strip your product to the single most essential function.

4. Map the User Journey

What steps does a user take to experience your product?

5. Choose Your Tools

Going no-code? Tools like Webflow, Bubble, or Glide work well.

Need flexibility? Work with a dev team (like Ksoft 👋) to build custom solutions.

6. Launch Fast

Get it in front of real users as early as possible.

7. Gather Feedback

Observe. Ask. Iterate. Use what you learn to improve or pivot.

REMEMBER: Don’t chase perfection. Chase progress.

🤝 How Ksoft Technologies Helps Founders Build MVPs

Not every founder is a developer—and that’s okay.

At Ksoft Technologies, we specialize in helping:

🧠 Non-tech entrepreneurs bring ideas to life

🏗️ Design and develop MVPs using Flutter, AI integrations, and lean architecture

🚀 Speed up time-to-market so you can validate before burning cash

💼 Support your journey beyond the MVP—through scaling, investor pitching, and tech upgrades

We've partnered with SaaS founders, ecommerce startups, and creators across the US, Canada, and India to transform ideas into launch-ready MVPs.

Got the idea? 👉 We bring the team, tools, and tech.

⚠️ Common MVP Mistakes to Avoid

Even great ideas can fall flat if you:

❌ Try to build everything at once

❌ Ignore early feedback

❌ Wait too long to launch

❌ Focus on investors instead of end-users

Your MVP should be a learning engine, not a polished final product. Start lean. Learn fast. Build better.

🧠 Final Thoughts: Build Smart, Build Lean

An MVP isn’t just a milestone—it’s your startup’s compass.

It helps you: ✅ Validate your idea ✅ Engage early users ✅ Save time, money, and energy ✅ Start building a product the market actually wants

If you’re ready to launch something real, don’t wait for version 10. Start with version 1—the one that solves a problem today.

📞 Need help getting started? We’d love to help. Reach out to the team at Ksoft Technologies and let’s build something game-changing together.

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Learn what an MVP is, its key benefits for startups, and how to choose the right development partner. Click to read our full blog for all the insights. https://www.bestpeers.com/blog/what-is-mvp-and-how-to-choose-the-right-mvp-development-service-provider

[buzzybrains-software]

The modern business environment requires product ideas to be validated quickly and efficiently to compete effectively. That’s where building a Minimum Viable Product (MVP) comes into play.

An MVP allows for testing your concept, gathering user feedback, and making informed decisions before investing significant resources into a fully-featured product. In this comprehensive guide, we will take you through how to build an MVP and provide valuable insights along the way.

[waywardsalt]

completed fe conquest on hard mode :)

[cameronsbabydoll]

INCEL!STREAMER!RAFE X GIRLY!STREAMER!READER

rafe cameron used to be somebody.

private school golden boy. lacrosse MVP. trust fund heir.

now he’s a twenty-five-year-old streaming from his dad’s pool house, ranting about "male loneliness" and “the fall of masculinity” while rage-quitting apex matches at 3 a.m.

he calls himself “unfiltered.”

tells his chat he doesn’t care about clout.

says girls like are fake, manipulative, and ruining the internet.

but then he finds your stream.

and he can’t stop watching.

you’re all sparkly overlays and heart filters.

streaming roblox dress-up games in a pink headset.

drinking strawberry milk and squealing when you get first place in dress to impress.

your chat calls you “princess” and “angel” while you build outfits based on cupcakes.

your sweet. a little annoying. soft.

everything rafe says he hates.

and now your in his head.

and on his second monitor.

and in his dreams.

then someone raids you with his clip.

“isn’t this the guy who said you’re the downfall of women?”

you giggle.

“wait… he’s kinda hot?”

and that’s how it starts.

incel!streamer!rafe playing dress to impress with girly!streamer!reader

how girly!streamer!reader reacts to being sexualized?

[vxnuslogy]

━━━━━━ truth, dare, spin bottle.  ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦

☆    |     or in which you fall in love with the stereotypical school athlete, council secretary, and your class president on campus⠀    …

꒰ including ꒱ ⠀! ⠀phainon, anaxagoras & mydei.          ୨୧          ꒰ warnings ꒱ ⠀! ⠀modern!au, school!au, ooc, just very stereotypical school tropes, highschool awkwardness.

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✶ : PHAINON 

 jersey no. 7 of amphoreus' football and basketball team—you'd be living under a rock if you don't know his name and the reputation that follows him. his matches are a sight for sore eyes. when he’s on the field, amphoreus is automatically getting that gold medal regardless of the opponent. you manage to watch one of his basketball matches during prep season for the school festival. it’s a friendly rematch against an old rival school and to no one’s surprise, phainon emerged as the mvp. in that match alone, you see why everyone is endeared by him—he reeks of sportsmanship that no student athlete in this school could ever dream of. he approaches every opponent with determination but never underestimates them, he always wants to play a fair game and even voluntarily forfeits if the game shows signs of rigging.

you don’t deny your fellow classmates who ask you if you think he’s cute because he is. he reminds you of an excited puppy during games and a loyal guard dog when it comes to his studies. he’s rather tall for his age–just a year below you but he’s far surpassed your height–and he has a good build, befitting for someone as sports orientated as him. phainon also has this magnetic pull to him that makes everyone want to befriend him, and you don’t mean it in a bad way. 

after classes, you usually go home without a fail, but this time around, you make a beeline towards the gym to watch another one of phainon’s matches. when your friends catch sight of you, they all give you playful looks that scream “you’re here for phainon right?” and you can only roll your eyes at them. but before you can take a seat at the spot they reserved for you, something collided with your head and your world is suddenly spinning.

“oh god, are you alright?!” 

someone shouts as you groan in pain. your vision spotting as you try to make out the messy blob of white and blue in front of you. someone takes your hand and you’re forcefully yanked up to your feet, making your headache worse with how quickly you stood up.

“i’m so, so, so, sorry. this is my fault i wasn’t paying attention. does your head hurt badly? do you want to go to the infirmary? someone get me ice packs—”

“will you calm down? you’re making my headache worse!” you don’t mean for your voice to sound so cold but it was nothing but the truth. you appreciate this mystery person’s concern, but god does he talk too much.

“right… right! sorry.”

you sigh and massage your temple. when your vision starts to clear up again, your mouth is left hanging as you realize who’s in front of you. that signature white hair and blue eyes combo is practically thrown at your face as phainon tilts his head in mild curiosity at your expression.

“i… need to go. sorry.” you quickly say, gathering your things from the floor and speed walking to the exit. you faintly hear the athlete heartthrob call out to you but you don’t pay him any mind. you were not getting into a cat fight with his fans with that cliche encounter.

that following night, your friends betray you by leaking your phone number to phainon. after a few heated and teasing messages in the group chat, you steady your breathing as you open his messages. you didn’t necessarily know what to expect on how phainon messages his friends or acquaintances, but you certainly find some childish endearment.

he sent a lot of messages—broken up into multiple sections explaining his worry and regret of hitting you instead of one single text box. phainon also used excessive amounts of exclamation marks, a lot of misspelled words, uppercases, and surprisingly enough, kaomojis. you let out an exasperated smile as you finally come to understand how cute this kid was.

you only planned to reply with a single message explaining your condition but that quickly spiralled into him chatting up a storm—a never ending stream of topics. you indulge him, using this as an excuse to find out even more on why so many people are so gravitated towards him. you surmise it’s because of his easy-going nature; he never leaves you hanging with his replies and speaking of replies, he sends messages at an ungodly quick speed. one thing turned to another before he ended the conversation with a message that read: “would you like to get a cup of coffee as an apology? it’ll be my treat ofc!!!!”

✶ : ANAXA (GORAS)

you see, if there was one person that made your blood boil like lava, it would be the student council secretary, anaxa. always so curt, blunt, and rude, he makes all of your accomplishments seem small when put side by side with his. it infuriates you to no end when the test scores for each year is posted on the bulletin and you spot him dead center of the crowd. you already feel a scowl forming on your face as you pass the bodies of other students and mentally prepare yourself for his berating voice.

you frown in dismay when you see his name on the number one spot with you a few spaces below him. your lip sews themselves shut when you hear him cough into his fist, quiet enough to not disturb the other students' excitement but loud enough for you to hear. as if wanting to rub more salt onto a fresh wound, anaxa peers into your line of vision with a smug smirk on his lips. with your pride hurt, you quickly turn away from him and begin walking away to save face. you didn’t need him to rub it in your face that he was leagues better than you.

anaxa won’t admit the swirling in his gut when he sees your figure get smaller and smaller. the oddest thing of it all, you don’t show your face to him at all since the test scores has been posted. he’d rather die than admit he missed your presence to anyone—your banters, nudging each other in quiet retaliation, and the time spent on the rooftop trying to study. anaxa would rather swallow a thousand needles than openly admit he felt jealous of his junior–the school athlete–and how you always seem to get coffee with him every morning. wasn’t that your thing with him?

 

“pray tell,” you flinch at the voice–failing to pack up your things quick enough to avoid anaxa who frequented the small cafe near campus. “why is it that you find the time to pick up coffee with our junior, but not me?”

if you were any other student, you’d think he sounds jealous—but that was a ridiculous thing to think. anaxa, jealous? you’re very sure the only emotion he’s ever felt in his life were spite and pride. as if to insinuate that you’ve actually replaced him with your usual routine, you ignore him. fight the twitch of your lips when anaxa visibly frowns at your silence. though a part of you—a tiny, tiny part—does feel a bit guilty. you weren’t one for the silent treatment, but anaxa deserved it. (you try to convince yourself at least).

“look if this is about the test scores, i’m…”

you walk past him but before you can fully exit the establishment, anaxa is running after you and catching your wrist with a firm grip. you turn to glare but the initial pettiness that fueled your heart quickly evaporates into thin air when you see his expression. lips pursed into a thin line, eye darting here and there–avoiding yours at all cost–and posture rigid but not in his usual secretary way; he looked almost vulnerable.

“i… apologize, for always belittling you whenever exam seasons are over. believe me, my intentions weren’t to bring you down. i just…” he trails off. a heavy frustrated sigh leaving his lips as his other hand comes to cover half of his face in shame. “wanted you to continue competing with me.”

by the following day, it was anaxa avoiding you like a plague. you still get coffee with phainon every morning, but today, you bought an extra cup—medium, iced, with only two teaspoons of sugar. the snowy-haired boy questioned you but you only replied with a cryptic “it’s a sorry gift.” he dropped the topic with a hum. you have a faint idea that phainon already knew who you were talking about.

the two of you separate on the second floor of campus—phainon heads straight to his classroom while you make a beeline to the council office. you rise up to the stairs in quiet contemplation on how to give anaxa his usual cup of coffee. with you being so lost in thought, you don’t realize that you’re now standing face to face with the classroom door. if you take a quick peek at the crack, you’d see anaxa with his head leaning back the chair he sat on with a book covering his face. you chuckle in amusement and as quietly as you could, tip-toe your way around the desk and place the coffee cup right by his notes. you graciously pull off a piece of sticky note and wrote down a short message before sticking it on the book on his face before leaving.

when the door finally closes shut, anaxa carefully removes the book obscuring his vision and takes the note you had written. ‘sorry for avoiding you! no matter what, you’re still my rival. remember to always take care of yourself, okay?’ anaxa snorts in amusement as he takes the cup of coffee in his hand, swirling the liquid before taking a sip. you still remember how he likes his coffee.

✶ : MYDEIMOS

if phainon was the cute junior that reminded you of a puppy and anaxa was the annoying bird that’s always perched on your shoulder, then mydei is that intimidating class president who quietly cares for his class. admittedly, you, among many others, had the wrong impression of him on your first meeting. initially, you assumed mydei was the type of student who always picked fights with other students and got into trouble with the student body. he does do those things—you see him butt heads with phainon during pe class and see aglaea scolding him during meetings every now and then. but nothing can prepare you when you first ask him for notes.

to say it’s a nerve wrecking situation would be an understatement—you were shaking in your shoes as your classmates cheered you on. with one final sigh, you find his contacts on your phone and repeatedly draft a message, delete it, then start over again and again until you grow frustrated and give up for the time being. you throw a defeated expression at your classmates and promise them to ask mydei for the notes later today. the school festival has been taking up so much of everyone’s time that you can’t find enough time to actually pay attention and write down notes in class. everyone was either sleeping or dozing off with exhaustion and you were no exception. you were sleeping during the first two periods of class and they each had their respective quiz some time this week.

you massage your temple in stress as you mumble about how you can ask mydei about his notes.

“what about my notes?”

you freeze on your spot. the hand massaging your temple rigidly drops back to your side as you awkwardly smile at the only person who can help your entire class pass manifests into thin air. 

“uh… well, you see…” you fumble with the words on your tongue and curse yourself inside your mind for appearing nervous. you just want to ask if he had taken notes during the first and second period, simple right? wrong!

you shift in your spot uncomfortably, eyes falling to the floor and to your shoes to avoid his burning gaze while your hand rubs at your arm—a nervous tick you developed over the years. you open your mouth to finally reply but the feeling of something soft hitting you in the head has you looking up and meeting his gaze by accident. you don’t miss the quiet amusement that courses through him as you stumble to grab the stack of papers he graciously put on your head.

“if you wanted to borrow notes, you could have just said so. it’s not like i’m going to bite your head off.” his voice is stern but if you listen closely, you’ll realize there’s an undercut of playfulness in them as you beam at him.

“thank you so much, mydei!” you express your gratitude as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“go share them with the class, i still need to catch up with the council on something.”

mydei turns to leave but you call out to him. he slightly turns his head to look at your almost flustered smile, “what is it?”

you hold his notes close to your chest as you grin at him, “thank you, really! you don’t understand how much everyone needs these right now.”

he huffs in response and waves you goodbye and you turn to run back to your classroom to spread the good news that no one will be failing this year.

when mydei enters the council meeting with the other class representatives, castorice greets with a curious tilt of his head—she questions the smile on his face as he sits down at his usual spot but he only shrugs it off. mydei plays it off as finding something funny on the internet, which was strange. mydei rarely finds anything funny, let alone if they came from the internet.

he takes tentative sips from the coffee agalaea had generously provided for everyone, and he doesn’t miss the way a pair of eyes follow his every movement. he catches phainon from one corner staring at him with furrowed brows as he twirls the pen in his fingers while the council secretary at the front scowls at him. you may not remember, but back in middle school, when no one wanted to share a table with the delinquent, you sat next to him without question and offered him a spare pen when you realized he didn’t have one. to this day, mydei still use that pen even if the ink had long run out—he just wants to show off the item with your name on it.

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[solxamber]

Hi can I have Ignihyde for # 8, fluff or comedy. Thank you!

Anime Boot Camp || Idia Shroud ft. Ortho

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "This is non-negotiable" ; Genre: Fluff with Comedy ;

You should’ve known better. You really should have. But Idia had given you one of those rare, half-excited, half-nervous smiles, and you’d been putty in his hands.

“Sure, Idia,” you’d said with zero hesitation. “I’d love to watch the new season with you.”

A seemingly innocent offer. A simple act of camaraderie. And then, Idia had dropped the bomb.

“Great. We’ll start from season one. It’s non-negotiable.”

Season one?

“Wait—how many seasons are there?” you asked cautiously, trying to keep the panic out of your voice.

Idia adjusted his tablet, the glow highlighting his sinister grin. “Nineteen. Not including the movies, OVAs, or the bonus material. But don’t worry, the filler episodes are only about 35%.”

Your soul left your body.

“I—uh…” you stammered, searching for an escape. “Do we really need to watch everything? I thought we were just watching the new season?”

“You can’t watch season 20 without context!” Idia exclaimed, horrified. “You’d miss all the foreshadowing and character arcs! It’s essential to the viewing experience.”

You looked at him, and there it was: the genuine excitement in his eyes, the rare spark of passion that made him absolutely irresistible. Damn your stupid heart.

“Okay,” you sighed. “Let’s do it. Start from episode one.”

Idia’s face lit up, and if you weren’t already melting, his quiet “Y-you’re the best,” would’ve sealed the deal.

That’s how you found yourself on Idia’s couch, sandwiched between him and Ortho, with snacks piled precariously around you.

“This is the start of a life-changing journey,” Ortho said cheerfully, handing you a soda. “Big Brother has been waiting for someone to share this with forever!”

You glanced at Idia, who was trying to hide his blush behind his hoodie.

“You sure we’re not biting off more than we can chew here?” you asked weakly as the opening theme of season one blasted from the giant screen.

Idia waved you off. “Nah. If we watch at 1.5x speed, skip the ending songs, and only take five-minute breaks every eight episodes, we’ll finish in about four days.”

“Four days?”

“Non-negotiable,” he reminded you smugly, tossing popcorn into his mouth.

By day two, you’d developed Stockholm Syndrome for the characters.

“NO, KAZUTAKA, DON’T DO IT!” you yelled, clutching the blanket you’d stolen from Idia’s bed.

“It’s his tragic backstory arc,” Idia explained, completely unfazed by your emotional outburst. “He has to do it for the narrative payoff in season 14.”

You groaned. “This show is going to kill me.”

“It builds character,” Idia said, smirking.

Meanwhile, Ortho was a model of efficiency, pausing episodes precisely for snack breaks and bringing you hot towels like you were at an anime spa. You were starting to think Ortho might be the MVP of this whole operation.

“Ortho, you’re a saint,” you said as he handed you a cup of tea.

“I just want to support Big Brother’s happiness,” Ortho chirped, beaming.

Idia mumbled something unintelligible and pulled his hoodie tighter.

By day four, you were fully invested.

“THE PLOT TWIST! I KNEW IT!” you screamed, nearly knocking the bowl of chips off your lap.

“Pshh, called it back in episode 47,” Idia muttered, though the gleam in his eyes said he was enjoying this more than he’d admit.

“You did not!” you argued.

“I’ve seen this, like, three times, noob,” he retorted smugly.

Ortho, who had already created a mini shrine for your endurance, clapped in delight. “You’re catching up to Big Brother’s level of dedication!”

When the final credits rolled, you leaned back with a dramatic sigh. “We did it. I can’t believe we actually did it.”

“I can’t believe you survived,” Idia said, looking at you with a mix of awe and amusement.

“Maybe a family sometimes,” you said, stretching, “is just you, your crush, and his technomantic humanoid brother.”

Ortho tilted his head. “Does that mean you’re officially part of the family?”

You froze, glancing at Idia. His face was redder than a lava eel, and he was aggressively pretending to read something on his tablet.

“Well,” you said, smirking. “That depends on your brother.”

Idia groaned, burying his face in his hoodie. “You’re insufferable,” he mumbled.

And yet, when you shifted closer to nudge him playfully, he didn’t pull away.

Masterlist

[everrinsly]

a/n; for those who ever doubted you, knock 'em dead, soldier. think i wrote this during finals week when i was in uni.

this one is very special to me because it reminds me of myself; i remember i wrote it to the song "sooner or later" by mat kearney ahh

college year vibes.

burn the whole league with suna. fluff. slight angst. sakusa and tsukishima mentioned.

more reads!

~~~~~

[Then]

He wasn't the star, not even a star. And maybe... he never will be. As sad as that sounded, it felt like the truth.

Suna had just finished a rough match. One of those games where nothing clicked, where his blocks were off, where his timing felt late by milliseconds that cost everything. His coach felt it, his teammates felt it, he felt it. And you. YOU felt it.

And it's not like his university's volleyball team was bad—no, they were real fucking good actually. Made it to Collegiate Nationals every year, which was why everything was riding on him harder. Because this loss was on him.

Now, Suna sat on the edge of the press stage, towel hanging over his shoulders, face blank, void of any and all emotions. Cameras on him and his teammates.

Until the reporter spoke.

“This question is for Suna—do you still plan to go pro? Division I?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” Simple. One word. Because that was all he could push out right now.

Another reporter leered forward, voice light but sharp. “Even with performances like tonight’s? I mean—no offense, Suna, but you’re kind of a slow-starter. Even since high school. Not exactly the kind of guy a pro team’s lining up for.”

There was an awkward pause. Even the coach shifted uncomfortably.

Then, the audacity of this man to continue—

"I mean—look. When you compare the current MVP of the Collegiate League, Sakusa, to you... it's a no-brainer who the V.League is going to choose, right? Especially for Division I."

No one spoke. He smirked and continued.

"And... even when you look at Tsukishima, who has already received an offer from the Division II Sendai Frogs—there's not a doubt in my mind that he would be a great fit for Division I. Maybe replace you—"

Suna coughed. Something fierce lingered in the shadows of his green eyes, but it was gone after a blink.

Then, in precise Suna fashion, he just muttered, “Maybe they’ll change their minds.” Sharp. Firm. Steady.

But you knew Suna. You knew Suna well. And no matter how composed and nonchalant he appeared on TV, he was not fine.

When you found him later that night, he didn’t speak.

He was at the back of the athletic building, sitting on a step in the dark, one knee up, chin on his arm. Still in his uniform.

“You were good today, Rinnie,” you said softly, offering him a blueberry-flavored chuppet. One that you hurriedly grabbed from your minifridge before rushing out of the dorm building to find him.

He gave a low laugh, accepting the chuppet and immediately munching. “I was shit.”

“No. You were trying.” You sat next to him. “They don’t know how hard you work.”

He didn’t look at you, but his voice came quieter this time. Soft. Uncertain. Not Suna-like. “What if they’re right? What if I’m not fast enough?”

You hesitated, then leaned your shoulder against his and dropped your head, resting perfectly on his shoulder blades.

"You're analytical, Rin. You take time to visualize the court and the players... before striking them down one-by-one. I think that's special."

He hummed quietly. He didn't believe you. So you continued—

"But who cares, you know? They can wait. You’re a slow burn."

You lifted a finger up to boop his nose—

"You’ll still light the whole damn League up eventually.”

That got a tiny huff of laughter from him.

“You believe that?”

You nodded, cheeks hot. “Yeah. Because it's you. And I believe in you.”

He didn’t say anything else. Just leaned his head on yours and let the silence hold him.

And then his phone pinged with two tagged notifications on Instagram.

From Sakusa. A clipped video of the reporter grilling Suna. The caption—Suna's one of the very few who can analyze my movements and block my spikes. All in just a few minutes.

From Tsukishima. A black screen (very Tsukki-like). The caption—I actually put in a process for Division II personally. I've got other hobbies I want to pursue, and I'm not a volleyball freak. So keep my name out your mouths... and Suna's good.

You laugh at Tsukki's.

And Suna...

He looks lighter for the first time tonight.

[Now]

The crowd was deafening.

Cameras flashed. Confetti rained. Teammates tackled. And Suna stood at center court, jersey clinging to his skin, bright as a star. THE star.

Because the V.League Championship trophy was sitting right by his feet.

EJP Raijin �� Champions.

The reporters swarmed him. Microphones angled toward his lips. Cameras aimed right at his face.

“Suna Rintarou—you just helped take EJP to a championship title. What does this moment mean to you?”

Suna’s eyes scanned the crowd. Calm. Confident. Older now. Sharper. Fiercer. The same to you, but more to the world.

Still your Rinnie.

“It means everything.” Simple because that was the truth.

“You’ve grown a lot,” another added. “What do you think changed? Back in college, there were questions about your speed, your drive—”

He smiled then. Slow. Dangerous. Lethal. Like he was waiting for this comment.

“Yeah,” he said into the mic. “I remember.”

The press paused.

“There was a reporter,” Suna continued, voice steady. “Said no pro team would want me because I was a slow-starter.”

Silence.

You stood up from the VIP seating area decked in EJP gold, just watching him—same way you always had. Unwavering. (With a tote bag filled with multi-flavored chuppets and some salmon onigiri, of course).

Suna turned his head toward you in the stands, gaze locking with yours for half a second.

“But I had someone who waited.”

The reporters blinked. “Waited?”

He tilted his head. “Believed in me. Even when I didn’t. That’s the difference.”

Flashbulbs exploded.

“So,” one stunned reporter asked, “do you have anything you’d say now to that college-era criticism?”

Suna raised a brow. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Another beat of silence.

“…Thanks?”

He smirked straight at the camera. The jumbotrons captured his face (fangirls squealed).

“For being wrong. Because his bald-ass proved me right.”

After all the interviews, when he finally got a moment for himself, he found you in the back hallway, out of the spotlight. You were already teary-eyed, hands stuffed in your EJP hoodie pockets.

You knew. He knew. Nothing had to be said.

But still, he leaned against the wall next to you and nudged your shoulder.

“You were right,” he murmured, a soft voice reserved just for you. “I lit it up, huh? Burned the League?"

You smiled. “Told you.”

And then—

He pulled you into a hug, arms tight around you, breath warm by your ear.

After a beat of drowning in each other, still embraced in a tight hug—

"Did you bring my chuppets?"

You giggled, reaching up to card a hand through his damp hair.

"Of course I did."

[demie90s]

Sideline Siren

WNBA Legend!reader x everyone

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Summary: Your a retired legend turned Nationals host—and you’ve still got it. Suited, sultry, and entirely too smooth with your words.

Warnings: Flirting with everyone, power and charm, chaotic menace energy, older woman fantasy, light teasing

Word count: ~ 0.5k

It’s Nationals weekend and I walk in like I got drafted by God herself. Long coat swinging, edges laid, lips glazed, heels sharp. I ain’t even checked in yet—just strutted through the main hallway with my media badge swinging and every eye in the room tracking me like a top prospect. I’m not even on a team anymore, but somehow, I’m everybody’s pregame ritual.

I was supposed to host, commentate a lil, keep it PG for the press and the cameras, but I’ve never been the type to follow rules. Especially not when the room is crawling with fine-ass women in compression shorts and full lashes.

First up? Dijonai Carrington. All that pretty, energy tucked into a jersey that looked painted on. I didn’t even wait for the polite hello.

“Dijonai,” I said, real smooth, slow like honey, “if I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’—I been tryna behave this weekend but you makin’ it real hard. No pun intended.”

She laughed, biting her lip, and NaLyssa Smith turned around with that smirk like she already knew I was trouble. “Ain’t nobody tell you to look this damn good just to host.”

I shrugged. “Somebody gotta represent for the grown and horny.”

They laughed, but I wasn’t joking.

Kelsey Plum walked by next—short, fine, thighs nice as hell. I leaned over the table just to let her know.

“You look like you play to much….”

She blinked, then smiled—little shy. I liked that. I could work with that. “You tryna find out?” she asked.

“Baby, I’m tryna lose everything.”

Then here come Jackie Young, fresh out of warm-ups. Face calm, cool, collected. But that’s the thing about Jackie—she don’t gotta say much. She just look. Like she analyzing you. Undressing you with her mind while pretending she ain’t thinkin’ a damn thing. I caught her glance and licked my lip.

“You ever feel like we already married?” I asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “Do you propose this early to all the women you meet?”

“Nah,” I said. “Just the ones I want to build a legacy with.”

She turned around. Got her.

And then I saw A’ja Wilson. Queen. MVP. One of one. And lookin’ like a goddess walking across hardwood. I couldn’t help myself.

“A’ja,” I called. “You hit 2,000 points… how you feel about hittin’ one more?”

She cocked her head. “You?”

I smiled. “Me. And then again. Then maybe breakfast.”

“Somebody get her outta here!” she laughed, but she didn’t walk away.

Cameron Brink passed behind me tall and deadly in her Nike warmups. That ponytail bouncing like it had its own rhythm. She gave me a look. Not a smile. A look. I grinned.

“Cam, if you ever tired of dating girls who giggle too much… I can offer silence and stamina.”

She gave me that slow, amused blink, then kept walking. But I know she heard me.

Then there’s Rickea Jackson. Pretty face. Pretty everything. I didn’t even flirt. I just stared. She looked me dead in the eyes.

“Say it.”

“I want you.”

She smirked. “Say it slower.”

“I. Want. You.”

That’s when Natasha Cloud walked over. Fine, tall, smooth voice. I couldn’t resist.

“Tash,” I whispered, “if you need any more chocolate in your life, I’m a good source of antioxidants.”

“You tryna get snatched up?” she asked.

“Snatch me then.”

The players weren’t the only ones catching strays. Paige Bueckers and Nika Mühl showed up too, fully grown and lookin’ like trouble. Paige had that slick smile, like she already knew I was lookin’. Nika? Arms crossed. That cocky stance. Full-blown Euro menace.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” Nika asked.

“Cause you stand like you got me saved under ‘problem’ in your phone.”

She laughed.

Paige leaned in, brushed past me and whispered, “You don’t even realize you’re in our group chat already.”

I damn near fumbled my mic. Halfway through the day, I’m hosting sideline, and I feel someone slide up next to me.

“Why you flirtin’ with everybody but me?”

I turned and saw Britney, arms folded, tall as shit. Just sexy and intimidating.

“I was saving the best for last,” I said.

“Well,” she smirked, “show me.”

So when the cameras cut? I made sure to “accidentally” cut my mic. And I walked off with her like I had somewhere urgent to be. Which I did.

Backstage. Hotel lobby. Anywhere she wanted me. Because at the end of the day, I’m not just a host. I’m a legend. And when legends show up?

The whole league listens.

@xxsnowxx213 @draculara-vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @zizi-bee-yapping @kaliblazin @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey

[botanicalsword]

Restorative power for Saturn ✧ Roasting 12 Signs

☁ Please skip this if you're sensitive. ☁

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Saturn is the strict teacher of life, handing out lessons in discipline, responsibility, and growth. Are you paying attention, or are you too busy daydreaming about that escape plan?This can help navigating the challenges associated with Saturn in their signs while enhancing their strengths

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Restorative & Refreshment through 12 signs :

Saturn in Aries - impulsive decisions Don't try to sprint a marathon, train. Great ideas but patience is always the key. Think before you leap, or you might just leap right into a pile of regret

Saturn in Taurus

"When Saturn is in Taurus, it’s like your financial advisor suddenly becomes your strict gym coach. No more late-night infomercial temptations for get-rich-quick schemes! Instead, it’s all about the slow and steady grind—because who knew that building wealth was more about sweat than shortcuts?"

Saturn in Gemini - communication or misunderstanding Especially if you don’t want your friends thinking you’re planning a surprise party when you’re really just trying to order pizza. Mastering the art of clear expression is essential, or you might end up with anchovies when you really wanted extra cheese

Saturn in Cancer - emotional maturity 'How to Not Cry at Work' - Learning to manage your feelings is crucial, especially when your boss asks for that report you forgot about—again

Saturn in Leo - earning respect Don't demand it like a toddler, no more flashy displays of confidence - roll up your sleeves and show what you’re made of. Authenticity is the name of the game, because no one respects a lion that roars but never hunts.

Saturn in Virgo - every detail matters perfectionism is your middle name being the editor of your own life’s novel, but even the best writers have to hit delete sometimes, be precise but be decisive

Saturn in Libra - finesse and balance your relationship remember the game of Jenga? one wrong move and everything could come crashing down. Don’t be the one who pulls the wrong block and ends up with a dramatic scene.

Saturn in Scorpio - inner strength and resilience hire a personal trainer for your fears, time to confront those insecurities You’ve got to face the villain within before you can wear that cape of empowerment

Saturn in Sagittarius - discipline it’s great to dream big, but don’t forget to pack a lunch for the trip! while philosophical pursuits are fun, discipline is the real MVP! balance your lofty ideals with some good practicality

Saturn in Capricorn - ultimate workaholic’s dream work hard, then work even harder No complaining. It’s all about that no-nonsense attitude. Just remember, even the most dedicated goats need a break, don’t forget to schedule some ‘me time’ between those ambitious goals

Saturn in Aquarius - thinking ahead think like having a blueprint on your hand - This placement encourages you to build for the future, not just chase after shiny, immediate gains. So, put on those innovative thinking caps and start planning for a sustainable tomorrow—because the future won’t build itself!"

Saturn in Pisces - spiritual discipline time to confront reality instead of escaping into daydreams -this warns against the allure of escapism, urging you to develop a strong spiritual foundation. Grab your inner compass and navigate those life challenges - because daydreaming won’t pay the bills. (now Saturn transits to Pisces! Hold on tight everyone!)

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[fineanddandy]

So Close…

Relationship: fuckboy!Bucky Barnes x black!reader

Warnings: fuckboy foolery, graphic language, smut, smut cliffhanger, a little tease, 18+

A/N: first request from my “Your Favorite Fboy” challenge and I think I did alright. I really didn’t intend for this to take all damn day but distractions and shit. Anyway, I think it’s pretty good for my first drabble in a long while. Hope you guys enjoy. Below is @nissaimmortal request:

You hadn’t heard from your “little friend” Bucky in over a week or so, and you were doing just fine with his absence. First little disappearing act, sure, but you were doing your best to not let it bother you. Because let’s be real, you knew what you were signing up for when you two met. Friends had warned you. And yet, you gave into those sinister blue eyes, his gorgeous chestnut hair…and that body riddled with hard muscles and veins. Crazy how fine this man is. But hell, that’s what they all fall for. Hence why Bucky was such a little slut.

It didn’t take long before you were added to his starting line up. Star player. MVP. Always Bucky’s first call for whatever; when he first sunk his teeth in you, it was a wrap. And the shine was nice. Your starting position made you feel some type of way. Smug. Flattered. You’d put in the work and held your spot. Then, Bucky started making you feel some type of way. Jealous. Anxious. When you knew what it was. And that irked you. Bucky doin his fuck shit irked the fuck out of you. Because don’t get it twisted, he was going to remind you who he really was at the end of the day. A silly little fuckboy who loved his silly fuckboy ways.

So you needed some fuckin air. A dose of reality. Bucky wasn’t going to be your man—you didn’t even need a man. Hellooooo bitch. Chill. That’s why you signed on to the squad in the first place. This was temporary. Bucky was temporary. And so you took a step back, let some other girl who’d been dying for it shine. Fuck it. You already know how the shit goes…

Once you let them go…

You’re getting in late from a girls night, a little drunk, stumbling around in the dark getting undressed. Your drunken giggles filling the silence when suddenly, a picture of Bucky illuminates your vibrating phone. You snort and shake your head, stare and wonder if you should even answer. You were lowkey getting over him, and of course here he is! You know he’s on the other end like fuck, kicking himself in the ass, and that makes you smirk a bit. Good, be pressed. Ring…ring…ring…you let the tension build until he swears you’re going to send him to voicemail. But then you swipe your finger across the screen.

“Yes?”

“Baby cakes…”

His silky tipsy voice sends you reeling, pulling the phone away with a curious brow. Baby cakes? Oh this oughta be good.

“Again, yes?”

“Let me up.”

You huff a sigh, roll your eyes. “Why.” So expected this is how he comes back into your life, but you gotta admit it’s also a little hot.

“Because I want you to,” Bucky nearly whines and frets, and your tipsy heart nearly skips a beat. “Because you want to.”

“Bucky.” You choke because the way he purred that in your ear sends a chill down your spine. “It’s been damn near two weeks since I’ve heard from you.”

“I knooow and I miss you. Bucky needs his baby. Cooome oooon…let me up please.”

You’d never heard Bucky beg like this before and it’s a little unnerving but like really crazy hot. He wasn’t the type. You’re conflicted as fuck. You were so close. So close. Your heart races as you debate with yourself. You didn’t want to, but you do the more he whines and pouts through your phone. He’s just putting on so he can get his way…yeah but also he’s begging, and it’s really fuckin cute…the sexiest he’s ever been. You’re really going through it.

“I’ll make it up to you. Promise baby cakes.”

Goddamn baby cakes the fuck is that?! He’s called you that twice?! Oh he really must be trippin.

“Shut the fuck up Bucky.”

You almost hate yourself, stomping across your living room to buzz him in. Waiting and listening to his excited pants of breaths that fuckin make you throb and wet. Your silent breaths damn near align with his. Watching the door you think, this was a mistake. But it was too late. There he stands before you all domineering and smoldering, hanging up the phone with a hungry snarl as his eyes dance over you doing your damndest to look annoyed. When really you want to crumble beneath him ready to pin you down to the floor, rip your clothes off with a satisfied grin. Goddamn it’s been way too fuckin long. You didn’t want to want him, but there’s just something about Bucky that’s just so hard to resist. Your body tremors in response to his intense stare, his tremendous stature. Everything about him screams I own you. And you like that shit you can’t help it.

“Hey baby—,”

“Wait!” You stop him from coming any closer with a flat hand, taking a small step back from him reaching in for a hug. You don’t think you can handle all that yet. “We’re not doing that.”

Bucky frowns confused, then mischievously grins, “doing what?”

“Touching each other.” Your hand waves no way and he’s completely baffled. Why’d you let him in then? That’s all he’s trying to do.

“Wait what?”

“Why are you here?” You cut him short. “Are you drunk?”

“Well, I think that’s obvious,” he chuckles as he presents himself, then reaches for you dodging him once again. Annoyed by how you’re acting, he grunts, “and like I said I miss you. Stop being a brat.”

“Still don’t get why you’re here Bucky.” You turn on your heel and retreat back to your bedroom since that’s where this is headed. “Where your other bitches tonight.”

“Oh c’mon don’t do that,” he groans as he chases you down. “I wanted to see you, so here I am.”

“Oh. Ok. Whatever.”

Bucky shuts your door behind him and shakes his head at you staring up at him from the edge of your bed. He’s never seen you like this before. All ticked off and shit when he gave you the space you clearly wanted. Just couldn’t do it too long with a girl like you. Too much space for too long and you’ll be done, and by the looks of it, you were just about there. Bucky can’t have that he really fuckin likes you. Time apart was a little difficult. Now he’s going to have to put in some extra work to keep you around. Get you back where you belong.

As he gradually approaches, he softly murmurs, “sooo…what now?” His twisted little smirk’s so sharp you have to laugh off its sick effects on you. Oh god…

“I’m going to bed.” You snap and his smirk falters, a little thrown but deter him. Bucky starts to toe off his shoes and you ask, “the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going to bed too.” He shrugs, his shirt flying across the room. He isn’t leaving that easily.

You smack your lips, narrow your eyes, know damn well what would happen if you let Bucky in your bed. But obviously he isn’t leaving so whatever happens, happens. You stress, “just sleep,” as you wearily pull the covers back. All you’re doin is wasting your breath.

Bucky steps out his pants as he big rolls his eyes. “I can be good.”

You smack your lips and climb right on in to your trap. Bucky’s intentions are anything but that. “Sure you can…”

Lights out. Bucky respectfully stays on his side while you curl up on yours, careful not to let flaming hot flesh near because one faint brush will pop shit off. You know it. Bucky knows it. Why he’s dying to. Being this close to you has got him reminiscing about every single time he was and then some. He wasn’t lying when he said he needed you. Bucky really did miss the shit out of you. It’s not like him to show up drunk on any girl’s porch but you weren’t just any girl. Sure there were other girls, but none of them could measure up to you. A lot of them already knew that.

Out of nowhere, his weight and heat enveloped you and you gasp out in complete shock, “Bucky!”

All he does is snuggle in close, takes you up in his big strong arms and holds you so tightly. In a way you’re unfamiliar with. You can hardly breathe, stunned that he’s holding you like he actually missed you. Afraid any sudden movement would snap him out of this drunken spell. This is really different.

“Didn’t think of you as a cuddler…”

“Told you I was needy…” He sighs, burying his face in your neck to take a deep whiff. “God you always smell so fuckin good.”

That actually makes you smile, squeeze him tighter as Bucky rubs his scruffy face across your buttery skin, inhaling your scent some more. “Shutup Buck…” He always knows the right things to say and when to say them. Charm his way into anyone’s pants with minimal effort the whore.

“Mmmm…missed the way you smell so much…how you feel in my arms…” Bucky whispers, his lips faintly missing your neck and goosebumps decorate your skin. He jerks your hips further into his, jabbing his fat hard right along your ass. Gripping and groping all over your soft tits as he grinds into you hesitantly grinding back. Whimpering and resistant, enjoying the friction way too much to think straight. Each time you feel his dick twitch, your pussy drips a little. You want to be strong, resist him a little harder than you have since he showed up but it’s really useless. You love the way Bucky makes you feel. Not many can do what he does to you.

“Go to sleep,” you impishly demand, too lost in Bucky to really mean it, and he just hums a demented chuckle.

“Make me.”

Fuck, this is what you get…you knew this is what was going to happen and you let him in anyway. You were so close…now look at you. A drooling pathetic mess amidst his massive body. Your pussy’s salivating, starving, ready to have a taste of Bucky again. And he knows he’s won all the twisted little chuckles and happy hums in your ear ring victory. His big hands take over, desperately pulling your panties down your hips, pulling your shirt up so he can freely pinch and pull your nipples. Rutting his throbbing dick right up against your damp slit. Bucky’s running you absolutely mad, your nerves buzzing all the way down to the tip of your curled toes. You bury yourself deeper into his heaving chest.

“Fuck,” you cry, slightly turning your chin for his pouty lips.

Bucky darkly chuckles into them, “yeah…fuck…that’s what I’m going to do…” slipping his hand between your clenched sticky thighs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard baby. Is that what you need?” You nod your dizzy head and Bucky agrees. “I know…I know that’s what I need baby…need it so fuckin bad.”

A nice slap on your ass and he moans out with you, separating your creamy pussy lips with his fingertips. Can’t tell if the mess on the front of his briefs is from your pussy or his leaky tip. About to ruin himself trying to push you to your breaking point but this is so much fun. Feeling you lose control turns him on like no other. Once he gets inside your hot pussy, he won’t be able to contain himself. Your wild moans bouncing off the walls, nails piercing his enflamed flesh. God he and his raging hard dick can’t wait another second.

Pulling and wiggling out of his boxer briefs, he harshly inquires, “are you gonna give me what I want? What you deserve?”

The moment his meaty dick pops down on your ass, you feverishly nod your head, looking into his dreamy stare with big doe eyes. “Yes…of course daddy.”

A dire whimper leaves your weak body as Bucky finally kisses you, hard and desperately, putting you out of your silly little misery. Leaving you slightly breathless, sadistically grinning down at you cock drunk, and he hasn’t even put in it yet. “Good…that’s more like it. Now, open up so daddy can show you how much he missed you.”

[dalekofchaos]

You can tell by the Evolution Press Conference HHH didn't want it to be a success, Evolution was made a success IN SPITE OF HHH! and he's pissed and I'm proud of the ladies.

“I wasn’t even sure if there was a need to have a separate show. Our women regularly headline, regularly have main events, & regularly steal shows but it was an opportunity”

“I don’t wanna say, it’s yearly, it’s not yearly. I think we see what that demand is for it, because as the demand for the women grows everyday, it becomes less about having their own show, and more about, like that’s the equality, it’s all…there, and they don’t have to have their show to be in the spotlight. But if it works, we’ll definitely go down that road. So I think it’s a ‘we shall see.’

Man’s always like “women need more spotlight and they should be treated equally to men” BITCH AREN’T YOU THE BOOKER?!

And guess fucking what big nose? In spite of you poorly building the event. In spite of you trotting out Oldberg and in spite of you giving FUCKING JELLYROLL AND LOGAN FUCKING PAUL the spotlight instead of young lions like Carmelo Hayes, the women showed you there is a demand and actual genuine love for WOMEN'S WRESTLING!

There isn’t a NEED. you’re right. women outshine your men every damn show. but you have no problem booking a 90% men’s show so what’s the hassle with the opposite..?

“Shouldn’t need their own show” but they do cuz otherwise they are thrown on the back burner so Jelly Roll can have a storyline lmao

This entire show was a fuck you to Triple H for that weak ass build. These women wrestled with conviction and spite.

Very little to effort and they still sold 8.3K tickets, hot crowd all night, and one of the best PLEs and it even blew Wrestlemania out of the water. He’s really mad as hell the women put on a show now he has to find another excuse to not give another evolution.

You can tell HHH was banking on last night being a complete failure so he could show that “women don’t draw” but it ended up being the best PLE they’ve had this year the ladies made it a success IN SPITE OF HIM!

Evolution is just proved that the women need to be the focal point of WWE on a regular

Wrestlemania was all about him and Dwayne's petty egos going wild.

SNME was a bunch of 40 year old men having mid matches with some celeb shit no one but Paul fucking asked for.

if they “don’t need their own show to get the spotlight”, then how about you give them more time weekly and better storylines? or is that too much to ask for in a still highly male-dominated industry?

You don’t book another Evolution cause it’s “needed” you book another evolution to say thank you to your women’s division for keeping your company out the ground. cause your men ain’t cutting it baby and they haven’t been all year. All your top men are either injured or part timers or in Hollywood.

There is no reason this isn’t a yearly PPV…. You have more than enough talent and storylines to do it.

The most frustrating part about Evolution was that it showed that WWE has compromised a lot of its PLE structure on pretty much every major show this year.

This one (presented in a much more traditional way) was so much more digestible and easy to watch.

7 matches, 3 hours, no match went too long, no match went too short; 5 match cards are bullshit

In light of Evolution being a success

Permanent death to 5 match PPVs

Lot's of crowd enthusiasm and this is awesome chants for a show that didn't rely on celebrities or cutscenes. It's almost like the WWE audience enjoys watching…..wrestling.

And to quote Big E. “Let’s please not wait another 7 years to do this”

And a couple of shoutouts.

Shoutout to Naomi. Shoutout for being MVP for so long. Best character growth as a heel. Killing it since NXT, the Divas and for showing these idiots what genuine fucking idiots they were for the disrespect they gave you and Mercedes 3 years ago and ya'll showed them what you were worth. Put some respect on our champion's name.

Shoutout to Iyo Sky. A Women's Championship opportunity out of nowhere, killed it with every chance she's been given and despite not being the main event, she had the best match of the year, and despite being benched for two fucking months, she's been shown to be the MVP of women's wrestling and ONCE AGAIN killed it with Rhea Ripley with ANOTHER MOTY contender.

Shout out to my Goddess Rhea Ripley. Rhea Ripley is one of the best women’s wrestlers in North America. I don’t care who doesn’t want to hear that. Don’t reply to me with a dissenting take on this. It’s not her fault they don’t book her in a way that allows her to statpad her match catalogue. She’s terrific.

Naomi;s cash-in should NOT take away from the fact that this was easily one of the BEST matches of the year. Rhea and Iyo main evented and rightfully so.

Shoutout to Charlotte and Alexa. Alexa having the best returns and absolutely killing it. Charlotte in spite of dogshit booking since her debut went out and killed it and showing better character growth since she debuted. And despite not winning, Charlotte is finally shown the appreciation she always deserved.

Shout out to the next best thing Stephanie Vaquer. Only been with WWE for a year and she's already shown that she is La Priemra

SHout out to Becky Lynch. She returned, came back as a heel and made this whole character in response to "Becky Hogan" I love it when wrestlers make characters out of pure spite

Shout out to Bayley who constantly championed for Evolution 2 for the LAST 7 YEARS! Killed it despite not being appreciated and taken advantage of time after time and showed these clowns she is the ROle Model of this division

Every single woman went out there and made this the best WWE show of the year. Asuka, Kairi Sane, Roxanne Perez, Trish Stratus, Giulia, Nikki Bella, Jacy Jayne, Jade Cargill, Bianca Belair, Jordynne Grace, Blake Monroe, Lash Legend(they fucked her over by releasing Jakara and they made them eat it by stealing the Battle Royal) So Ruca, Zaria and despite not being a fan of her political alignment, Raquel Rodriguez has killed it since coming back and finally going back to Lady Diesel instead of the smiling BS Vince saddled her. (none for MAGA Barbie cause she had 3 separate Karen moments with Jade Cargill and two racist incidents with black fans, fuck her)

And shoutout to Liv Morgan. You couldn't make it due to a accident with no fault to anyone, but don't think you aren't appreciated for in ringwork, promo time and great character. We miss and love you Liv!

They killed it and they showed they deserve the time and day the alleged creative refuses to give them.

[letthemkook]

T⭕️P OF THE CLASS J.JK

Pairing: Rival!Jungkook x Academic!Reader Setting: Saint Eros Prep Academy – the most prestigious private school in Seoul Genre: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, elite academia, secret obsession Themes: Academic rivalry, secret longing, jealousy, banter, rich kids drama

You’ve hated Jeon Jungkook since you were five.

It was during the preschool spelling bee—where you’d proudly spelled hippopotamus and he’d immediately followed up with onomatopoeia, then smiled that annoying bunny grin like he’d just cured cancer.

Ever since, he’s beaten you at everything.

Saint Eros Prep is the kind of place where perfection isn’t just expected—it’s weaponized. Legacy kids with billion-won last names, state-of-the-art architecture, and an annual tuition fee that could feed a small country.

And Jungkook? He’s Saint Eros royalty.

Number one in academics since freshman year. Captain of the fencing team, MVP of the basketball league, lead singer in the school’s jazz band, and top prize at last year’s art show. Somehow. You’ve spent years clawing your way to second place in every ranking—just under him.

You despise him. You hate his perfect grades, his perfect jawline, his perfect record, and most of all, his obnoxious smirk every time he passes you in the hallway.

“Still chasing me, sweetheart?” he says as he leans beside you at your locker on Monday morning, fixing his tie. “Maybe if you begged, I’d slow down a little.”

“Maybe if you fell off a building, I’d finally get first place,” you mutter, slamming your locker shut.

Jungkook just laughs—infuriatingly. “So feisty before 8 a.m. You must really love me.”

You roll your eyes so hard your brain hurts.

Everyone thinks you two should be together. Your parents—old friends from some preposterous high-society club—have been pushing it for years. Your friends, who are also his friends (of course they are), say you’re soulmates. Even the school gossip blog, Eros Unfiltered, ships you.

But you don’t love him. You want to crush him.

And yet, it never fails—no matter how hard you study, how perfectly you present, he always edges you out. By half a point. By one stupid applause louder. By one extra flattering comment from the headmaster.

You tell yourself it’s fine. That you’ll beat him eventually. You have to.

What you don’t know—what no one has dared to tell you—is that Jeon Jungkook is in love with you.

He has been since kindergarten, when you punched him in the face for taking your crayon.

And that every medal, every record, every award—it’s never been about being the best.

It’s always been about impressing you.

The Midterms War

It starts when the midterm results are posted on the gold-trimmed bulletin board.

Jeon Jungkook – 98.4%

(Y/N) – 98.1%

You stare at the numbers like they’re a death sentence.

“Tragic,” Jungkook says, casually sipping an iced americano as if he didn’t just destroy your dreams. “So close, yet so beneath me.”

“You probably bribed the proctor,” you hiss.

He leans closer, voice low and infuriatingly soft. “I’d rather bribe you.”

You shove past him, cheeks burning, but you hear him chuckle behind you like he just won something bigger than the test.

Later that day, you’re cornered by your friends—Hana, Jisoo, and Minho—who all give you identical smug looks.

“Just date him already,” Hana groans. “He’s clearly obsessed with you.”

“Obsessed with ruining my life,” you retort.

“Obsessed with staring at you in chem lab like you’re radioactive gold,” Minho mutters.

You try to ignore them. But things start to get… weird.

Jungkook starts helping your favorite teacher carry her papers—just so he can sit near you at lunch.

He paints your portrait in art class. Without asking. It wins a prize. He hangs it outside the auditorium.

He tells off a guy who asked you to winter formal. Like, actually threatens him.

And he starts getting jealous.

Painfully, obviously jealous.

When you laugh a little too long at Minho’s joke, Jungkook "accidentally" spills juice on Minho’s white designer shoes.

When you get partnered with Kim Namjoon for a bio project, Jungkook gets himself reassigned to your group. “You’ll fail without me,” he says smoothly, tossing a pen onto your notebook.

And then one day—your lowest moment—you find a note slipped into your locker.

“Even if you hate me, I’ll still love you. – J”

You crumple it and throw it in the trash.

You don’t see the way Jungkook watches from across the hallway.

You don’t know that he stayed up all night writing it, rewrote it five times, and nearly threw up before sliding it into your locker.

You think he’s just messing with you. Another game. Another taunt.

But you’re wrong.

Because Jeon Jungkook would burn the whole school down if you asked.

And the only reason he hasn’t kissed you yet—is because he knows you’d bite him.

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Saint Eros’ annual Founder’s Gala is the biggest event of the school year. A masquerade ball, black-tie only, hosted by the academy's board of trustees and attended by the kind of parents who measure love in trust funds and legacy admissions.

You’ve never hated anything more—until this year, when your mother springs it on you like a trap.

“You’ll be going with Jungkook,” she says over dinner, so casually you almost choke on your soup.

“What?”

“He already agreed. It’ll look nice for both families. You two are always competing, it’s time you showed the school you can collaborate.”

“I’d rather be eaten alive by wolves,” you say flatly.

Your father barely looks up from his phone. “Wear something flattering.”

You storm to your room and text Jungkook the most venomous message of your life:

Y/N: You planned this, didn’t you? Jungkook: I have no idea what you mean, princess. Jungkook: But I am flattered you think I have that kind of power. Jungkook: Can’t wait to see you in a dress.

You block him.

But you can’t block the Gala.

You show up in a black satin gown, hair swept up, lips blood-red, ready to murder him if he so much as breathes.

He shows up in a custom tux, looking like the human equivalent of an 800 SAT math score.

And the moment you walk in together, arm-in-arm (your mother insisted), the entire ballroom pauses.

Gasps. Flashbulbs. Whispers.

The blog updates within ten minutes: “Enemies to Lovers? Saint Eros’ Hottest Power Couple Debuts at Gala”

You want to scream.

Jungkook whispers, “Try not to fall in love with me tonight.”

“I hope your bowtie strangles you.”

He laughs.

But the longer the night goes, the stranger it gets.

Because when he touches your back, it burns. When he whispers in your ear, your stomach flips. When he dances with you—hand firm on your waist, eyes locked on yours—it doesn’t feel fake.

And you can’t stand it.

“I know what this is,” you hiss between songs. “You’re trying to distract me before rankings.”

His expression shifts.

“Is that really what you think?” he says softly.

You stare at him.

Then someone taps your shoulder.

“May I steal her for a dance?” asks Taemin, heir to a luxury hotel empire and an actual gentleman.

You say yes. Partly out of spite.

Jungkook watches from the edge of the room, drink untouched, jaw tense.

And later that night, when the Gala ends, and he walks you to your car, he says nothing.

You expect some joke. Some cocky remark.

Instead, he just looks at you.

Quiet. Intense.

“You’ll never believe me,” he says, “but I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

You freeze.

He leans in—but not close enough to kiss. Just enough to make you feel every inch of heat between you.

“Good night, Y/N.”

He walks away.

And for the first time in your life…

You can’t tell if you still hate him.

[average-mako-enjoyer]

crying screaming throwing up 1/3

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I just bitched about the lazy writing and world-building in Mass Effect, but I wouldn't love these games if they didn't have moments where everything was on point (or close to it): the writing, the animation, the voice acting, everything.

Here's one of my favorite scenes, it's very short and I bet you've never thought about it before, but it's so, so good, I'm obsessed with it and I have to scream.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that the only time that Shepard really freaks out is after the Mars mission. It happens right on screen, we don't hear it from someone else, we don't have to headcanon it, we get to see Shepard not as a protagonist, not as a savior of the galaxy, not as a soldier, but as an actual human being, simply scared shitless.

I also love that it starts with Liara immediately realizing what's going on. You can see that she freaks out too, because Shepard is freaking out, and the camera lingers on her reaction as it shifts from fear to sadness to understanding. And then we finally get to see the condition of our favorite Virmire survivor, and it's just oof.

When we go back to Liara, she already knows what to do.

And then we finally get to see Shepard. All these erratic movements are completely out of character. Throughout the three games, we only see Shepard move with some sort of intention (yes, because it's a game, and it's supposed to be that way, but think beyond that; it's also Shepard's characteristic as a person), and there's no intention in this. Shepard is holding on to the examination table, trying to lean down or move forward, and that's because now, in this situation, he can do nothing. No amount of self-sacrifice, quick thinking, tactical advantage, or stupid badassery will help. There's someone on that table he clearly cares about, and he has no say in the matter.

And Liara knows it. She leans forward to look Shepard in the eye and draw his attention to herself. She starts soft and pleading:

And dude, Shepard's expression is everything. It's sad and scared and open... again, completely out of character.

And then we can watch Liara's expression change when she sees that Shepard heard her. Her tone is no longer soft, it becomes quite aggressive.

It is all very deliberate. And it works! Shepard is still terrified, but he furrows his eyebrows and his expression closes. Now he looks more like the Shepard we all know and love.

Another change of tactics, and oh my god. Say what you will about my girl Liara, she is a real MVP here. Notice how she goes soft again and just gives Shepard a suggestion. She knows the best way to snap him out of his panic and sense of sheer helplessness is to push him to start giving orders again.

And again, it works! This sounds and looks like our usual Shepard.

Oh, I love these animations. The change from something hard-assed and in control to something vulnerable... Whoever animated this, let me kiss you on the mouth, let's ride into the sunset. You're beautiful and I love you.

✨Gentle touches✨ Not like our usual Shep at all.

Now to part 2 because I have even more gifs

[wishfulsketching]

So. That was Arcane. As a whole.

Best episode of the season was episode 7. I might be a bit biased thanks to Silco and Vander living it up as their older selves but also, Ekko is truly the mvp of the show.

I hmm. Well. Victor. I see what was going on there. I see the vision. I loved lot of it. I had the sudden realizations of "that's Victor, right" before it happened....dude looked more like Jesus than ever before too. But uhh. Hmm. Hmm. There is like a chapter missing between s1 and s2 with Victor. Or more like mid season 2 chapter. Love my boy still. I did not care for his Machine Herald look. I liked the idea of the face being split. It hmm. I feel like they said, instead of showed, a lot with Victor this season.

My controversial opinion: Isha was unnecessary. The black rose mage stuff was unnecessary. Same end result could've been achieved with other means. Vi was just there to experience things and be sad. Jinx can't have shit and should suffer all the time, I guess.

BUT

Nice

My man was a positive voice for Jinx. Uhhh in a way. Kinda made her go suicidal but like, he was trying. He is always trying. Even after death. Maybe after his hallucination talk people will understand that Silco wasn't just a evil dude with evil things to do, he was as trapped as everyone else in Zaun and wanted to break free.

Tho, I doubt it. The main enemy in Arcane is the class divide. In my eyes.

I do love the exploration of Hextech and how using magic in a technological way can be super dangerous and fuck shit up. I wanted to see that. And I did see that in season 1, when Jayce realizes how dangerous the hextech weapons are! Exploring the time loop and how abstract magic is, was great! I just.

I love this show. Very much. Season 1, no notes. It's made for me.

Season 2 seems like a people pleaser. And I am pleased! Yet I also wanted something different.

I am still happy because I got my vindication. Zaundads is canon, fuck yeah! No man looks at another man like that and is not in love with them!

I loved that they kept that Vander still tried to kill Silco. Silco went "yea ok that ass too good to quit. What is little murder between lovers, anyway. Come here bby"

Only thing. Silco should've interacted with Jinx in the alternative timeline. A simple "you look beautiful" when she has her entrance or "hey here's snack have fun building whatever you guys are building. Don't make too much noise, your father and I need to get up early tomorrow ok bye bye my perfect little genius"