#i believe in winning because i am a WINNER

[antigonenikk]

no offense to stella but if it had been me in australia in 1943 i would have locked down that sad little man so fast his head would have been spinning. i would have had leckie at the courthouse sign sealed delivered before he had a chance to question it.

[katyspersonal]

[oldbutchdaniel]

delayed update but they ran out of time before i could ask emerald fennell abt the class commentary in saltburn.. </3 she was questioned abt her privileged upbringing though & sorta deflected with a “female directors are always expected to talk about their personal lives” answer, but she did talk abt the film being more focused on sex/power & desire/obsession and how oliver is desperately in love with felix, and the events are a result of what happens when someone doesn’t love you back. she fully expects the audience to be on oliver's side by the end of it & thinks she made everything very clear in the film so doesn’t want to elaborate 😭 many vague and conflicting answers overall.. she’s a mystery to me still

OMG...... first of all so sorry you were silenced </3 your voice deserves to be heard

i'm sdkjbfdbgjhbgjdshbgjdsb at "she thinks she made everything very clear in the film so she doesn't want to elaborate" bc it's like babe. you didn't. but also the thing that makes her movies Like That is that they do have the tone of intellectual superiority over the audience. emerald fennell as a writer will say in a movie "ok now i'm going to explain it to you like you're stupid" and then say something so mind bogglingly confusing

also agree with her in theory about the pressure against female directors but again. emerald. girl. i can't find it rn but my friend told me about an interview where she's in a sort of opulent house or something and she makes a point to say it's not hers 😭 she wants to appear working class SO BAD.

i do however respect the focus on the gay thing because i do think that's real and the only part of the movie that matters. i have conflicting feelings about this as well though bc on one hand i have been getting annoyed in the past few days (probably bc of barry and jacob red carpet behavior) that they never actually fuck. the love can still be unrequited even if they fuck! and i wanted to see them fuck!! but then on the other hand i did just remember grave scene so like. okay. points were made there.

the thing that's eating me up inside is how the movie's wild horniness is getting it a lot of positive press (soooort of rightfully so) (and so much more than pyw did. obvious reasons) and you can see in interviews that it's going to her head. because she is clearly that type. i need her to be humbled just a little bit. but i say all this and yet in my mind i've been thinking for the past several days "i need to see that movie again....."

[helluvapoison]

I just read your Lucifer ABC's and the idea of him knowing everything about reader, but also needing words of afirmation just gave me an idea. Just imagine Lucifer truly asking to be tested about how much he knows reader, and they just start asking "Who is the person that i love most?" "Who makes my heart flutter and beat so loud even heaven could hear it?" "Who lives in my head rent free that even while dreaming he's there making everything brighter?". Lucifer would crumble.

I cant take this image from mi mind, please honey, show me the sweet baby crumble.

The Answer

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

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“C’mon!”

Lucifer’s smile threatens to crack his face in half.

He’s been begging you to quiz him on your knowledge of him even though you assured him, you believe he knows everything about you. A part of you knows this isn’t for you; it’s for him. Lucifer wants to prove he’s a worthy mate by sharing the information he’s collected about you. His crimson eyes are big and beautiful and straight up impossible to deny. With a smile of your own, you sigh and drop your phone. Turning to give him your full attention, you rest your head in your hands.

“Alright. What’s… my favorite color?”

Suddenly his smile drops, eyes rolling dramatically to the left.

“Pfft! That’s way too easy. You need to give me a harder one than that, darling!”

Pursing your lips to the side for only a moment, you don’t need to wrack your brain very hard for a question that would stun Lucifer. A smirk tugs across your face. It’s returned tenfold. He’s vibrating with excitement when he sees you’ve conjured something, something he thinks he can answer. That only makes you more ready to win the battle he’s started.

“Who’s the first person I’d tell a secret to?”

Lucifer inhales like he’s been holding his breathe the whole time.

“That’s—!” He chokes, pupils shrinking to slits, “That’s, uh…”

You make sure to give him a few seconds before dropping the next question.

“Who’s the person I want to see every morning, noon and night of every day?”

“I-I know this one!” Lucifer assures but deflates, shoulders slumping with the amount of uncertainty weighing him down.

“Who am I thinking about every waking moment because they’re my favorite person in the universe?”

Lucifer looks like he wants to say the answer, but he’s afraid it’s wrong. His mouth opens and shuts unsure of itself. His eyes scan your face for any warning signs and although he finds none, it’s as if he can’t trust any of his senses.

Who makes me smile and laugh more than anyone?

Who’s so creative they always have me in awe?

Who can make my day brighter just by being themself?

Question after question, you tug him closer by his hips until he’s flush against you. You will your hands to deliver to reassurance your words cannot. Fingers glide up his neck and comb through his blonde locks, every stroke an apology for dragging the game on.

“Who do I love the very most and thank Heaven every night for sending him to me?”

Your hands steal the apples of his cheeks and tilt his head up. Your eyes grip his in a staring competition fueled by adoration. The games over and forgotten but it has a clear winner. Lucifer’s a blushing disaster, his voice failing him and melting to a whine. He swallows hard on nothing, eyebrows pinching together making his expression appear dangerously hopeful.

Your voice drops to an agonizingly soft whisper. Syrupy sweet yet serious.

“I’ll give you a hint. He’s my angel… His name starts with an L… He’s looking at me like he wants a kiss…?”

“I—Is… Is it.. Me?”

“Yes, Luci. The answer is you.”

Closing the small gap between you both, you finally give him a reward for answering the question correctly.

[anadiasmount]

aftermath bliss - jb blurb.

quick sum: your champions league winner taking it all in with you alongside.

masterlist | jude’s masterlist

you quite frankly had to pinch yourself many times throughout the night. to ensure if this was reality or just a dream. it seemed like a dream. not just for you but for your dear boyfriend as well.

the endless nights. endless games. endless trainings. endless happiness yet disappointments. despite it all, he made it. the bubble of proudness never left your chest. the moment from when he stepped onto the pitch, to now where he is now with the similar smile as a kid as he lifts the trophy into the air.

you genuinely could not believe it whatsoever. and all you wanted to do was tell him how incredibly proud you were of him. what he succeeded and made history on this very night. despite it all you let him have his moment. the dream he wish and promised himself as a kid. this was his moment and you didn’t dare for yourself or anyone to ruin it.

you and his mom spoke endlessly as you waited for jude. where she express just how equally happy she was, especially since she was his mother and it was another level of emotions. “my baby… he did it,” she said turning to you, tears bliming her waterline. you saw him approaching you “go and give him the warmest and tightest hug ever,” you encourage, watching the moment breakdown.

“you two as well!” you push jobe and his father towards him where they laugh.

once again this was their moment as a family and you respected that. you watched closely, hands interlocked and watching your boyfriends face twist from so many faces as he spoke quietly with his family. you had some of the wags approach you and take pictures, making small talk with them and reminiscing the whole evening.

“there he is!” you cheered as your boyfriend approached you, grabbing your face before leaning down and kissing you desperately. to show you how he felt in the moment. his lips molded with yours for a few seconds, making your tummy flutter with butterflies and excitement. jude pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he stroked your cheek.

“walk with me.”

you didn’t say anything else. you followed as he led the way, helping you over the barrier as he tucked you in close to his side, your hand finding home around his back, stoking his spine lovingly. the two of you walk around the pitch thanking the last bit of fans and taking pictures since jude begged for them. wanting to share the moment with you.

the two of you sat on the pitch, jude’s hand helping him stay up and legs spread apart as you came between them, your back resting on his chest, feeling the cool metal that hanged around his neck. “i’ve dreamed of this as a kid y/n… and to win it here in my country? with you and my family supporting me? you have no idea what’s running through my head,” jude suddenly says grabbing his face, the shock and aftermath present still.

“i feel like it all went so fast! from birmingham, to germany, then boom, now i’m at madrid? it feels too good to be true,” jude confessed. you turned swiftly holding his face, his dear brown eyes and bright smile immediately softening and relaxing against your hold.

“look around jude, you wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for the dedication and overall achievements in the sport you’ve done. you’re here today because you put yourself through it. the hard work, sacrifices. i’m so incredibly proud of you jude,” you relish, jude scoffing a happy breath, tears wanting to run down his face. “i can’t express just how much i am. you know i always am, but this? this is your moment jude. you did it for the baby jude, you made and completed his wish to come true.”

so many times where he expressed as a kid what meaning this title would mean to him. and you with by saying that it would make it surreal for him. his eyes went everywhere, looking at you with pure adoration and love. the adrenaline and rush returning through his veins when you smiled for you, granting jude a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

no words needed to be said or exchanged. the moment itself was enough to speak actions over words. maybe it was still the shock present, or the fact that in this moment it was all said and done. “i love you jude,” you reminded him, grabbing one of his hands and placing a kiss against his knuckles, laughing at how you left a mark thanks to your lipstick.

“i love you more darling. have no idea what you mean to me, how thankful i am for you to be put into my life,” jude gulped deeply, closing his eyes when you giggled. “is it strange i don’t want to leave?” jude said after another couple of minutes where it was shared in either pure silence or tiny sentences. you looked around, the wembley stadium almost empty. “nope. wouldn’t blame you either,” you laugh.

“but you still have tomorrow where you will celebrate this beautiful trophy with the fans who also brought you here,” you point out watching jude nod, agreeing with you. “will you call me silly if i wear my hat?” jude pouted, grabbing your cheek once you laid your head back onto his chest, just below his shoulder, “when aren’t you being silly?” you retorted.

“you’re right,” jude hummed cocking his head to the side as he capture your lips in a soft kiss, lingering them there as every ounce of love was shared, feeling you smile against his lips. “are you gonna wear it?” you ask, playing with the medal, your champions league winner.

“im in england after all.”

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹。look my way, you’re what i crave | gojo satoru

wc: 2.6k

summary: you and gojo made a promise to yuuji.

contains: f!reader in mind but no pronouns used, food trip/taste-testing, many food descriptions, a little bit of (playful) jealousy, pouty gojo, yuuji calls reader sensei, established relationship (but no label).

a/n: a small extra scene that takes place some time between col 2.5 and col 3! not a food expert nor am i japanese, so food descriptions are just based off first-hand experience and some research i’ve managed to do! there are some switches in povs (gojo-reader-gojo) but i tried to keep it as distinct as possible! this is also my birthday gift for you, niku @stellamancer!! thank you for sharing this idea with me and for loving the col couple as much as i do!!

collection masterlist: conversations on love 2.5. and my body keeps saying (it's yours) <- you are here -> 03. so this is what it means to be in love + (extended scene) too good to be mine

‘Losing’ isn’t a word in Gojo’s vocabulary. 

If it is, it’s usually addressed to the other party. 

He’s been a winner ever since he was born, two blue eyes and an extra four hidden, holding power that manifests itself only once every few centuries. Some argue that he was born for that reason: to win, without doubt, incontestably. 

And he supposes, most of it is true—which is why he can’t believe the loss he’s feeling right now, standing in front of the Daifuku stall across from you. 

Never in his entire life did Gojo ever anticipate himself losing to anything. But with the way you’d casually nodded off, signaled so nonchalantly that you’d follow him but clearly didn’t—it has his head turning, finding you midbite a singular, shared stick of Yakitori.

He thinks he might have just experienced his first loss. 

And the victor is none other than Itadori Yuuji. 

.

You made a promise to Yuuji. 

Back when he was still up for execution by virtue of being Sukuna’s vessel, you’d laid your confidence in Gojo. 

“Sensei, do you really think it’s possible?” he asks, voice hesitant but eyes tinged with hope. You were discussing the ways his execution could go down—if it even will go down. 

Shoko’s always pointed out that the most dangerous thing about you is hope, and how you hold onto it so deeply that you pass it onto others like a disease, spreading it to seep into skin and bones.

Gojo calls it your hidden technique, the trump card you pull out when everyone’s knocked down, spirits low. It’s what sets you apart, he thinks, how you’re able to survive in a world that serves as an antithesis to the values you hold. 

“If Satoru said to leave it up to him, he’ll find a way,” you answer immediately, like you’ve known it all this time, experienced it first-hand—a memory. Then you add, an affirmation that sounds so close to fact, it reassures him, “he always does.” 

“Let’s go to Osaka and eat all the street food when everything’s done.”  

You made a promise to Yuuji, and here you are now, with Gojo, keeping it. 

The streets of Osaka are bustling, crowded pretty much any time of the year—carts of all sorts of street food lined up with restaurants hidden in every corner. Neon banners and LED signs light up overhead, a twinkling food heaven reflected in Yuuji’s eyes. 

It must be his first time here, you surmise, because he’s looking at every food stall like he’s ready to devour. You glance at Gojo, hands tucked in his pockets with his blindfold sitting snugly on his face. His presence is bright, blending in with the light, and he turns his head to you slightly, flashing you a small smile. 

You tell yourself the warmth you feel is because of the heat radiating from all the vendors’ stoves. 

“Sensei, what do you want to try first?” Yuuji interrupts your train of thought, but you’re sure he doesn’t mean to. He’s just excited, and his energy has always been infectious, spreading to both Gojo and you. 

Gojo isn’t too big a fan of savory things, so you know you’re going to end up having to choose. You take a look around you to survey each stall, before turning back to Yuuji with a plan on how exactly you’re going to eat and conquer. 

.

Gojo watches—the way you zig-zag across the street, following Yuuji as he walks up to each vendor. It’s both amusing and endearing seeing you being just as, if not more, enthralled at all the savory options in front of you. 

Between the two of you, he’s always had the sweet tooth, so it tickles something in him that even when you don’t, your food-tasting game plan still consists of alternating savory-sweet-savory food.

Yuuji’s first pick is of course, Okonomiyaki, an iconic must-have in Osaka. He orders one piece at first, but you insist on two, knowing that the boy is more than capable of finishing a single one on his own. On the frying sheet lie columns of the pancakes–a simple mixture of flour, eggs, and cabbage–fried and coated in flavors bursting of sweet, savory, and smoky. The lady vendor is generous with the toppings and sauce she pours over it, packing the two pancakes in separate plastic containers before handing one to you and the other to Yuuji.

You turn back to find Gojo a few steps behind you, so you beckon him closer.

“Let’s share,” you whisper, once he sidles up next to you. The plastic crinkles in your hand as you try to slice a piece, Yuuji’s muffled ‘whoah’ heard from the side. 

You blow on the slice, lips shaped into a small ‘o’; he doesn’t want to stare, not with Yuuji right there and neither of you having made anything official yet—

—but this is really tempting him to kiss you. 

He doesn’t know if you can tell—any hint of his desire concealed by his blindfold, but you shove the slice right to his lips. And while it isn’t graceful at all, with the sauce probably smeared all over his mouth, it’s a good distraction from how much he wants you instead of the food right now. 

The texture of the Okonomiyaki hits right every time, the crunchy and creamy combination providing a great contrast that complements how sweet and savory it is. The bite you take after his has your expression mirroring Yuuji’s, and he takes out his phone to capture this memory.

“Gowo-shunsheh! Tek a shulfeh!” Yuuji shouts, mouth still full as he lifts his fingers up into a peace sign. You grin, ear-to-ear, evidence of your happy tummy; he wants to pinch your cheeks. 

“Okay, copy!” he raises his phone up at an angle, fingers hovering over the volume button as he grips the edges, “ready! 1…2…3… say Okonomiyaki!” 

Only Yuuji shouts it, and when Gojo reviews the photo, you’re halfway through a fallen smile—face contorting into disbelief that he said something that cringey, in typical, loud, Gojo fashion too.

“Hey!” he points out, zooming into your face in the photo, “Again! You’re not smiling!” 

You shoot him a look. 

“We can try it with a .5 this time, the kids love it these days.” he suggests, flipping the phone and gathering you and Yuuji closer. 

He takes two photos: one with flash and one without, and the moment he counts down, you mumble right by his ear to please not say ‘Okonomiyaki’ when you have to smile—he chuckles. 

And he says it again. Both times. 

You expected no less, but at least you tried. 

“You should be our human tripod next time,” you tell him, letting Yuuji go ahead. 

The photos look good, with you tiptoeing as you balance a hand on Gojo’s shoulder, Yuuji at the back with his hands raised, holding the empty plastic that used to house his Okonomiyaki.

“Knew you were just using me,” he pouts, hand reaching behind to rest at your lower back. 

It’s been the subtleties with him this trip, tonight especially. 

“Yep,” you play along, smiling oh-so-sweetly, “I knew those freakishly long arms were good for something.” 

Before he can retort with something cheesy, along the lines of: ‘to hold you’ or ‘to hug you in your sleep’, you move away, catching up to Yuuji. 

Your pick, for Gojo, is Taiyaki. It’s not his favorite thing to eat, but it’s sweet, and is still a good, nostalgic dessert, you’d like to think. Batter is poured all over the fish molds before being filled with the red bean filling. Then, after a few minutes of waiting, it pops out perfectly, ready to be eaten by the three of you. You ask for two again, only because this time, you know Gojo can finish one whole. 

But when his eyes land on the Taiyaki you’re biting from and he realizes very quickly that it isn’t his, he feels a pinch. 

It's a good thing the crunchy outside and soft, full inside of the Taiyaki is enough to make him shrug off the feeling. For now.

As the food trip goes on, you end up in many more stalls—

—a Takoyaki one, where Yuuji’s ‘ooo’s’ and ‘aaa’s’ are heard every time the balls are flipped and formed. The cooking on it is perfect, the pieces of octopus sitting just right with enough bite as flavors of soy and Worcestershire come through in its glaze. Gojo only eats one from the set of six that you ordered, and he wishes he just waited, because now Yuuji is eating half of the last one you couldn't finish. 

—a Kushikatsu one, deep fried beef and vegetables coated in crispy, crunchy breadcrumbs and dipped in Tonkatsu sauce. Yuuji ends up finishing three whole sticks, while you manage to eat one. It’s an animated conversation between the two of you that Gojo can’t seem to insert himself into. A part of him feels a little pathetic now, tailing you both like a dog, but he just wants a little bit more of your attention. 

—a Soba shop (not so much a stall) that serves amazing Cold Soba he definitely isn’t missing out on. Yuuji is practically buzzing, excited for anything noodles; it’s the main reason you’d suggested Osaka in the first place. He ducks in the shop last, Yuuji first with you in the middle, and when you settle in your seat right beside him, he snickers endearingly. Gojo can see everything, you’re reminded of that everyday and in moments like this especially. Right now, it's the way you sigh as soon as you release the top button of your pants immediately.

You pout at him as you’re served an order each, the dipping sauce in small ceramic as the noodles lie in bamboo boxes. It’s refreshing and light, just the right balance of sweet and savory; the buckwheat noodles have a lovely bite to them, not at all mushy. When he glances at you, halfway through your bowl, he can tell that you’re already full. 

But just as he offers to finish yours—

“Sensei, are you going to finish that?” 

—there’s Yuuji.

You shake your head, pushing your bowl towards him; Gojo feels that pinch returning. 

A few good minutes of walking find you on the way to another stall—

—a Yakitori one that Yuuji practically skips to, as if he didn’t just finish a bowl and a half of Cold Soba, three sticks of Kushikatsu, three and a half pieces of Takoyaki, a half of one Taiyaki, and a whole order of Okonomiyaki.

Gojo decides to sit this one out, eyeing the Daifuku stand across the street. He’s gone here plenty of times before, but never with you—and if there's anything he wants you to try out here, it's fresh, special mochi, all soft and delectable, delicate in the way its decorated.

He takes off his blindfold, ruffling his hair. With Yuuji having gone ahead, it’s just the two of you. 

“I’m going to buy Daifuku, there’s a special one I want you to taste,” he whispers excitedly, wiggling his eyebrows. 

The expression on your face is the last thing he was expecting. 

Your eyes are dazed, half-lidded, almost like you’re sleepy, and you blink at him twice before you’re able to fully process what he just said. You could be having a food coma right now, just standing. 

“Oh, okay,” you hum, nodding as you smile, dopey, “I’ll follow.” 

He considers just waiting for a bit, because he wants you to go with him. But you insist and shoo him away, telling him that the Daifuku might run out by the time Yuuji reaches the front of the Yakitori line.

So he goes, and maybe it’s a little petty, and immature, and stupid-silly, but he hates how this entire food trip has felt like a battle for your attention between him and Yuuji. 

Even though he’s probably the only one who feels it.

So it’s one-sided. Definitely. 

And he’s losing. Terribly. 

Each individual piece of Daifuku looks majestic, pink mochi with red bean filling, sliced in the middle to leave room for a whole syrup-glazed strawberry. He orders two boxes to bring back home and an extra two pieces, one for the two of you to share and the other for Yuuji. 

Gojo’s mouth is watering and he really wants to take a bite already, but you aren’t anywhere near him. So when he turns around and spots you, mid-chew on the last few bites your stomach can take from that shared Yakitori stick—he feels that pinch again. Because throughout this trip, all you’d done was split savory food with Yuuji, and all he wanted was a bit more attention, sharing half-bites with you. 

When you finally meet his eyes across the street, signature blue amidst bright reds and neon greens, he’s pouting, and he hopes he’s making it very obvious that he wants (needs) you to go to him. 

Your eyes widen before crossing the street, Yuuji right on your heel. 

“Whoah, Gojo Sensei! That looks good!” Yuuji’s voice booms, earning a few looks.

Gojo holds one Daifuku on each hand, the other two boxes tucked in a plastic bag hanging by his elbow. 

“It’s their special one!” He smiles at Yuuji, handing it over. 

You look at him curiously, head tilted to the side as you watch him closely—how his smile doesn’t really reach his eyes. 

Once Yuuji moves out of earshot, his series of ‘mmm’s’ blending in with the bustle of market chatter, you face Gojo and open your mouth wide, “Aaaah,” 

Gojo doesn’t move for the first few seconds, but you meet in the middle eventually, his hand inching towards feeding you while you move your head closer. He keeps his palm open under your chin, cupping it to serve as a catch tray for any filling that might spill out. 

There’s something about the look of you, half-sleepy and asking to be fed, that makes him feel warm and fuzzy—like that pinching feeling earlier never existed. Like he’d gladly do this everyday if you asked for it. 

The soft, plush exterior of the mochi touches your lips, and you bite, the filling oozing out just enough for you to get a good portion of it. Flavors of red bean and strawberry hit your palate, and the filling doesn’t leak, but the syrup coating the strawberry catches onto your nose when you move away. 

At the tip of your nose is a shiny red spot, glistening under the busy lights. The expression on your face is pleased, content—your head doing that side-to-side sway whenever you like the taste of something. 

“Mmm,” you smile at him, “it’s yummy.” 

And he doesn’t know what it is, if it’s the look you’re giving him, or if it's something in the air tonight, but he feels warm and full and still very much like he wants to kiss you. 

So he decides, damn all the passersby.

He does one quick scan around him, making sure that Yuuji, at the very least, is away from the immediate vicinity. And when it’s all clear, he leans in. 

Gojo kisses you on the nose in the middle of a busy street food road, and his lips are soft, almost feather-light, swooping in quickly before anyone can notice. You’re stunned into silence, but the moment you come to, he’s already swiped the strawberry syrup off you. 

His cheeks are starting to turn pink, the sides of his neck already as red as the signs on the food stalls. And he can tell you feel it too, with the way your sleepiness seems to have faded into what now looks like surprise.

Still cute though.

(Always will be, in his eyes). 

So, ‘losing’ isn’t really a word in Gojo’s vocabulary. 

But if it is, he thinks he’d gladly lose to you. 

(Still not to Yuuji though. He maybe still has to keep an eye out for that one).

thank you notes: to niku for being there always!! from answering my questions, brainstorming together, and just all-around everything!! col wouldn't be what it is now without you!! i love u, i hope i gave your love for food justice, niku!

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[auraworkshop]

I ENTERED THE VOID

Through a lucid dream 🎀 !!

HOLY MOLY...shit ??

Okay so, I would like to start off by saying a big THANKYOU to Aura :)

Aura? Do you have any idea how powerful your lucid dreaming sub is ?? 😭 You sub literally gave me the vividest ( idk if that's a word or not lmao ) lucid dream I ever had.

I slept with your sub playing in the background when I woke up, o relized I was in a dream, A LUCID DREAM?!? 😭 It was surreal. It was so freaking vivid like it was more real than the real world 💀 In the past I have tried countless methods like WILD, WBTB, MILD etc. and never had such vivid dream that your sub gave me.. I'm literally being honest here 😭<3

Okay so after that, Without wasting a literal second I fell down so that I would end up in the void, but unfortunately it didn't work idk why, maybe I did it wrong or something but then I asked a stranger in my dream to take me to the void. They literally pushed me so hard and I fell into a dark place, YEAHhhhHh IT WAS THE VOID.

It truly felt like heaven !

Gonna mention few things that I affirmed for :

- IMMORTALITY

- GOOD HEALTH AND PHYSICAL PRESENTATION

- GOOD IMMUNE SYSTEM AND NATURAL DEFENSES

- NO DISEASE FOR LIFETIME

- POSITIVE ATTITUDE AND MOOD DESPITE THE CHALLENGES

- ENERGY, JOY AND VIBRANCY

- FEELING OF INVINCIBILITY AND PEACE OF MIND

- DESIRED PHONE, JOB, HOME, FRIENDS, DF, DB, WARDROBE, WHOLE APPERANCE

- TRAVEL AND ADVENTURE

- RELATIONSHIP

- MONEY

- PRINCESS TREATMENT

- LIL CLUMSY

- FEW CUTE HABITS

- ALL THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE WORLD

- EVERYONE'S CRUSH

- CHANGED BIRTHDAY, NAME, AGE

A piece of motivation for y'all :

It's not over until you win and yes, you could fail but you are not giving up GOT that? You will succeed and that's it PERIOD

And lastly "BE STRONGER THAN YOUR EXCUSES"

Just gonna deactivate now, and live my life. 🎀

SUCCESS STORY ♡

I am so very happy and proud of you. And yes, I designed the sub to be as powerful as possible, although I did tone it down a little bit because I was actually afraid I may make it too powerful in a way.

Your experience sounds incredible and I'm happy to know that I was a part of your journey.

I love your list !! ENJOY YOUR LIFE with those manifestations of yours <3

And I loving the energy, motivation and positivity from this message, I believe the last part of your ask will motivate a lot of people.

I also want you all to know that just be sure to always continue and never give up. Remember that your power is far greater than any circumstance or challenge you may be facing. You are a winner, a victor, and you are living your ideal life no matter what. You are always living the life you wish for, the question you have left to answer is whether or not you are aware of that fact. You can and will do it, there is no other possibility ! 🤍

Here's the LUCID DREAMING SUB they used

[lnlightning81]

Surprise [OP81]

Summary : You aren't at the Grand Prix when Oscar wins, so you attempt to surprise him, but with his flight delay, it doesn't work out that way.

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Scottish!Reader (I'm Scottish and there ain't enough Scottish fics out there.

Word Count: 1.1k

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You couldn’t have been more annoyed that the race that you decided to miss out on due to problems that you needed to solve in Scotland with your family was the race that your boyfriend went and won. 

You had been sitting in your childhood home screaming at the TV during most of the race, your parents just shaking their heads because they didn’t really care about the relationship or anything in general unless it was to do with themselves. 

When Oscar couldn’t catch up with Lando after the next round of pit stops, you were more than annoyed, swearing at your boyfriend's boyfriend. Although you understood it wasn’t Lando or Oscar’s fault, you were pissed off at Andrea and the strategists, and you had to hold yourself back from giving them a piece of your mind. 

You cheered when Oscar crossed the finish line first although still annoyed that you were in Scotland and your Piastri 81 shirt was back in Monaco because you believed you’d be back in your own home before the race except problems ended up being worse than you originally thought. 

Watching the interviews and podium, you cried, of course you did. Your boyfriend just won his first ever Grand Prix, and you weren’t even there to watch it. You instantly booked a flight back to Nice. Running up to your childhood bedroom to pack your clothes, leaving a note for your parents as they had already gone out shopping for their weekly shopping trip. 

In the taxi on the way to the airport, you listened to Oscars' interviews. You had to hold back your tears as you watched the interview. 

“Y/N’s not here. Marks in London” the interviewer said, and Oscar’s smile just grew 

“Yeah there’s a championship fight going on, so I don’t blame him and no. Hi to everyone watching at home eh. Hi- Hi to Y/N as well. I know you’re watching too. I will see you soon.” Oscar held his trophy up as the blush covered his cheeks as it always did when he spoke about you. You found it adorably cute, but he hated it. 

“This is for everyone. This isn’t just for me” You had to turn the interview off there because you couldn’t cry as you walked through the airport. 

You texted Oscar multiple times within the past half an hour, finally sending him your flight details, knowing that he liked to track your flight to know that you were safe.

After the flight to Nice, you had to endure the half an hour drive back to Monaco. After dropping your bags back into your apartment, you grabbed your shopping bags before rushing to the nearest store that sold party supplies. 

Buying 8 and 1 balloons as well as orange balloons as close to papaya you could get. Buying a cake and a lot of Oscar’s favourite foods before rushing back to the apartment to get set up. 

When you got back to the apartment, Oscar called just as you had placed the bags down on the ground 

“Hey race winner” You smiled, answering the call 

“Hey baby. Our flight has been delayed out of Hungary. I’m so sorry” You could hear how upset he was about it although you weren’t sure what exactly he was upset about if it was the flight or how he won but you knew that him and Lando were okay because he had texted you to tell you. 

“It’s okay, love. There’s nothing you can do about your flight being delayed” You sat down on the couch in your shared apartment 

“Can we facetime? I wanna see your face while I’m waiting” You smiled, swapping the call to a facetime 

“Hey love” You smiled, making sure none of your surprises were in the background 

“Oh you don’t understand how happy I am to see your face. We’re walking for mcdonalds just now” He explained as you smiled 

“Who’s you with?” You asked as he turned the camera a little 

“Alex and Lando’s friend. Lando was feeling healthy. Jon had prepared him a meal” You laughed 

“Tell Alex I said hi. I should really order myself some food. There’s nothing really in the apartment for a meal” 

“What do you want, baby? I’ll order it for you” You shrugged a little 

“Surprise me” You smiled, knowing that there was absolutely no point in arguing with Oscar about this. You smiled just watching Oscar talk about different things as he walked with Alex and whoever else he was with. 

“What are you planning on doing when I’m on the flight?” Oscar asked, sitting down in the airport after a while. Lando giving you a wave that you returned 

“There’s a replay of the Scotland rugby game from last night, so I might watch that cause someone facetimed me throughout the whole thing” You hummed, giving him a look to which he just smiled at. 

And that’s exactly what you did. You watched the Scotland vs Chili rugby game while setting up Oscar’s surprise. The food Oscar ordered arrived just after half time, so you sat down eating it while watching the very dramatic second half of the rugby game screaming at it every so often, although you knew the final score. 

You had a couple naps throughout the time of waiting on Oscar, but it was nearly four in the morning before he got home. You looked over as you heard the lock on the door being unlocked, but being too tired, you didn’t move, just continuing to lay there on the sofa watching him. 

“Hey baby” Oscar smiled softly, walking over 

“Hey love. I was gonna surprise you a little more, but I’m too tired now” Oscar placed his bags down before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips 

“All I need is cuddles with my girlfriend. Bedtime?” He asked, and you nodded, getting up. You wrapped your arms around Oscar’s neck, pulling him down to kiss you 

“I’m so fucking proud of you” You smiled kissing him again 

“Are you really? I would never have guessed” He chuckled, looking about the room

“Aye I am Mr Sassy pants. Now bedtime please. My naps haven’t given me enough energy to keep me awake with you” Oscar picked you up carrying you through to the bedroom and placing you on the bed before climbing in next to you 

“How annoyed are you that you missed it?” Oscar asked in a whisper 

“Very annoyed, but I’m still so happy for you” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips once again before cuddling into his side as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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[janeyseymour]

Carnival Games

for @gwennybriggs

Summary: Melissa is determined to win the giant stuffed animal prize for you at the carnival.

WC: ~1.6k

It’s been a few months since you and Melissa had started seeing each other, and most of the dates that you’ve been on have been something surrounding food. Whether that be the redhead cooking for you, or you going out to a restaurant, you haven’t really gone out to just spend some time together.

That is, until your girlfriend asks you if you would want to venture out of the city for a day and walk around a fair that has made its way into town.

You remember going to fairs as a child, and it was one of the best things that you used to do during the summer. You nod enthusiastically.

Over dinner, you tell her all about how you used to spend your time at those fairs- eating endless funnel cake, chugging ice cold lemonade, giggling with friends on the different rides, and most importantly: trying to win one of those giant stuffed animals from the game booths. You explain to her that you probably could’ve paid off your college tuition if you had stopped playing the near impossible ping pong ball and fishbowl games. But you always had fun, and a few times, you had come quite close.

Your girlfriend loves seeing this side of you- a playful side that she sees often, but this is a childlike wonder that she knows is one of the reasons that you make such a wonderful teacher with her.

“You’re adorable,” your girlfriend chuckles softly after you tell the tale of when your parents took you and you were so excited to have won even the smallest plush animal.

“Oh, I am not,” you giggle.

“Just wait until Saturday. I’m gonna get you one of those gigantic stuffed animals for you to bring into your classroom and use as a flexible seating choice,” Melissa tells you with a gentle shove to your shoulder.

“I’ll see it when I believe it,” you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face tells her how charmed you are by her. 

So, here are you, just outside of Philly in a small suburban town, wandering a park ground. It’s set up with food trucks, different carnival rides, and a myriad of booths that have some of your favorite games- darts, the water gun contest, the bucket toss, the duck prize, the dead hang contest, and of course the legendary ping pong ball and fishbowl game.

Melissa eyes it up, only for you to drag her off towards a food stand.

“Babe, what are you- I was gonna go win a giant stuffed animal for you!”

You laugh as you take her hand in your own. “I don’t want to lug that thing around the entire day… when you win. Let’s grab some food and look at some of the other things first.”

“Okay, but we aren’t leaving here without a four foot monkey for your kids to sit on.”

You spend most of your day stuffing your face with food and indulging the childish side that both of you possess as you eat cotton candy, funnel cakes, and ice cream sandwiches accompanied with lemonades that were absolutely worth the refillable cup. 

Somehow, you’re able to convince the redhead to go on a few rides with you, and the ones that she won’t go on, you happily ride alone. She spends those minutes googling how to beat the different carnival games- because she promised you that she would come home a winner.

She finds all the tips and tricks that there are for almost every game… except for the fishbowl game. That one seems to be nearly impossible to win- the same goes for the ring and the bottle games. But because she’s Melissa Schemmenti, she’s hell bent on impressing you by winning one of the near impossible games (not that she has to… you still can’t quite believe that you got the woman to go out with you in the first place). 

You get off the ride that has you locked in a cage as you spin around and go upside. You’re all grins, cheeks slightly flushed from the way the ride was whipping you around, as you get off and practically stumble into her arms.

“I think maybe we’re done with rides for today,” you giggle.

“One more ride,” your girlfriend smiles at you as she leads you over the ferris wheel. “I want to be able to say I kissed the woman of my dreams at the top of the ferris wheel.”

And she does. You’re car is the lucky one that gets to stop at the top, and you can see the Philadelphia skyline from where you sit. You’re all smiles, of course you are, as you take a few pictures. And then her lips are on yours, and you’re taken back to the middle school days all over again when the idiot boy you chose to go to the carnival with took you up here. This is so much better though. Melissa is so much better. She’s just simply the best. 

Ever the chivalrous person, your girlfriend takes a hold of your hand as you step off the slightly swaying car and helps to steady you.

“Thank you,” you whisper sweetly as you wrap an arm around her waist. “Today has been so great.”

A gentle kiss is pressed to your cheek as you feel her arm snake around your waist, and her hand lands in the back pocket of your jean shorts. “It isn’t quite over yet… I told you I was gonna win you a big prize to take into your classroom.”

“Hun,” you chuckle softly. “You don’t need to do that.”

“I wanna though,” she almost whines. “C’mon. I think it’ll be fun.”

“Which game are you gonna try to win?”

“The pingpong in the fishbowl game.”

“Oh good lord,” you sigh as she leads you over. “We’re only spending twenty bucks here though.”

“Twenty-five,” the redhead tries to negotiate.

You repeat the number, hitting her with a serious look. “That’s all.”

“And if I don’t win here, I’m spending twenty-five on the ring toss too,” she tells you. At your disgruntled look, she shrugs. “I know physics. I can do it.”

It turns out, she cannot do it. She ends up spending almost forty dollars, fifteen more than she told you she would on the fishbowl game. And she is only able to get away with that because you go off to find a snack. Only when you come back to what you would expect to be a nearly empty bucket of balls that is almost the entire way full, do you raise a brow.

“Mel? Did you buy more?”

Your girlfriend shrugs as she plucks a few ping pong balls from the bucket and aims.

It doesn’t take long for her to empty that bucket, still no prize in hand. When she goes to hand the man another ten, you know you have to pull her away.

“But-” Melissa protests. 

You just continue to drag her the other way. “Mel, we agreed, twenty-five.”

“But I thought I could feel that I was going to get lucky.”

“You seriously have a gambling problem,” you tease with a gentle kiss to the cheek. “C’mon. I think I’m ready to go home anyway.”

You expect the redhead to pout but follow you, but instead she pulls you towards the ring toss.

“Mel.”

“We agreed we could play here!”

“That was before you spent forty dollars over at the other stand!”

The man behind the counter just chuckles. “Well, ladies. Are we playing or not?”

You give your girlfriend a warning look, but she simply pulls a twenty out of her pocket and hands it over. She gets an enormous bucket full of rings and begins tossing them with such precision and care that you think she might actually be able to win this one. 

Still though, you glare over at the man running the stand and huff, “Do not under any circumstances accept any more money from my girlfriend, or we’ll have a real problem here.”

The man raises his hands in surrender and goes back to watching Melissa throw ring after ring with no luck.

She comes close a few times, but they always bounce off. She doesn’t succeed. And when she goes to pull out her wallet again, you have to physically drag her away.

“Baby,” you sigh softly.

“I was so close!” Melissa groans and stops her walking to look longingly at the booth. “I bet if I got one more-”

“No more, hun,” you tell her. “Why are you so insistent on winning anyway? You already got the girl.”

“Because,” the redhead drawls out. “You were so excited telling me about your childhood times at carnivals, and I wanted to be this a night to remember for you- even if it meant something as juvenile as having to lug home a gigantic stuffed monkey that would inevitably never be used by either of us. And this way, if I had actually won it for you, you would have a prize to show off to the kids that they would be able to use.”

You roll your eyes. “Babe.”

“What?”

“This is already a great day and night to remember. And I don’t need some gigantic stuffed animal when I already have the winning prize,” you press a kiss to her lips, your hand finding it’s way into her back pocket. You squeeze gently. “I already won.”

The smile on your girlfriend’s face is so soft, yet filled with a bit of sadness. “I just thought that maybe I would get lucky.”

“Trust me,” you chuckle. “When we get home tonight… you will be.”

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[footballerimaginess]

Euro Final

Here is a little fic for the Euros, hope you enjoy it! Word Count: 481 You were so gutted when Pedri was told that he was unable to take any further part in the Euros, you were heartbroken for him. All you wanted to do was take the pain away from him because he was playing well in the competition up until his injury in the Germany game.

As Pedri was involved with the squad still, you weren't able to see him until the game had finished. You managed to worm your way into the Spain end and stood with Pedri's family. "So y/n, how are you feeling? you must have mixed feelings for tonight's game?" Pedri's mum asked. As you lived in England for years before you moved yourself to Spain for university, but you had met Pedri when he first started playing for Barcelona. "I am good, whoever wins will be a good outcome for me. But I know Pedri will want me to want Spain to win" you laughed. "I am so glad you said that, seeing as we are surrounded by a million Spanish fans." you looked around and nodded. The game started and the first half didn't have too many chances and not much had happened at all. At the start of the second half, Nico Williams scored very early on with an amazing goal. You screamed with excitement as soon as the ball hit the back of the net as you had desperately wished that Pedri was on the pitch at the time to experience that moment with his team mates. Cole Palmer equalised in the 73rd minute, meaning the Spain end of the ground went silent and all you could feel was your heart beating out of your chest. Then came along the winner in the 86th minute from Spain, the crowd erupted. When the final whistle went off, the players all ran straight onto the pitch as you celebrated with Pedri's friends and family. You watched on proudly as you watched the players all get their medals and celebrate with the trophy. "Let's go down there" you shouted as you all ran straight down to the tunnel as you waited with all the other girlfriends as you were finally allowed on the pitch. "I'm so proud of you" you threw you hands around him as you gave him the biggest cuddle as you squeezed him tightly. "Thank you amor, I can't believe it. We did it" you grinned as you moved away from his grip as you wanted to take some photos with the trophy as it was his turn to now. "I'm so proud of you" Pedri's family cooed as you all posed with the trophy. "Thank you" he gave them a huge smile and a cuddle, before posing even more photos with the trophy and his medal. "This is crazy isn't it" you smiled as you watched as everyone celebrated with their kids and families.

[itgirl-111]

CONCEITED HOT GIRL VAUNT

♡ I have such a hot girl mentality fr. I have the perfect mindset and self concept. My confidence is top tier. My self esteem is top tier. I have such strong and unshakeable faith in myself. I have such an unshakeable sense of self. I know who I am and I love learning about myself everyday. Growing and evolving everyday is constant for me. I am the ultimate icon for self concept and self confidence. I have that song Jia, Dylan James and gojo satoru type of confidence. I am relaxed knowing I am the best. I am slightly cocky and conceited but if you were me you'd be conceited too.I don't need to prove anything. I don't chase I attract. I have that idgaf mindset, and it's literally so hot!?!?!. I literally don't care!?!. People's opinions don't mean shit to me, because I know deep down they wanna be like me or be with me. I only care about my own opinion and the people I truly care about. I am highly secured in myself, it's laughable if I think id  ever doubt myself. Because I am me duh. Something as silly as competition doesn't even exist, because there's only me. I am already a winner, I am already chosen even before I step into the room, I'm already a prize that is a given.

♡ Everyone is literally so obsessed with me, why wouldn't they? I'm obsessed with me too. I am literally one of one, I am number one, I'm the only one, I'm one of a kind, I am one in a billion, I am once in a lifetime, I am the first best, I'm the best, I am the blueprint, I am top tier, I am Unmatched, I am unforgettable, I am literally a goddess, I am the prize, my presence itself is a present, I am too precious, I am too priceless. I am everyone's favourite, everything. I am everyone's top pick. I am everyone's first choice. I am a priority. I am secure in myself and I value myself. When I look in the mirror I fall in love with myself a trillion times more. Of course I believe in myself supremacy. Being obsessed with myself is too normal for me. The only validation I ever need is my own. No-one can be me. It's only me. I win in life just by living and existing. ♡

[andhumanslovedstories]

I am just flabbergasted sometimes: one week you are on a leave from your job to heal and the next you are receiving an award for doing such a great job at your job. The duality of human kind.

Anyway, double whammy: congrats and hope you feel better soon!

it's so wild. actually, and this is such an "everyone clapped story" but it is true: when I went back to the hospital a few weeks back to discuss my return to work with my manager, my goal was to slip in and out so I could see how I felt about being back at the physical location of work without making a big fuss. Then my manager was like, "oh come into our morning staff meeting!" And I was like, sure, I should see what's going on. So I walk into the conference room and find out 1) I am the last person there to arrive and 2) this is the most crowded staff meeting I've ever seen. so already failed my goal of discretion. I scoot to the back of the room, and then the chief nursing officer starts a presentation which includes showing a short video about DAISY award winners, which I watched and was like, "this is schmaltzy as hell........but it would be cool to be featured in something like that one day."

The clip ends and they announce that this business associated with the awards had picked someone from our hospital as one of the three people they were going to feature this year, and I thought, "is it me?" because I did win a DAISY, but then I thought, "nah. surely they would have given me a head's up in advance." And then the nursing director said, "They picked Sarah," and pointed at me, and like forty people in the room turned to stare and, yeah, everyone clapped.

My first response was, "I'm not even back to work yet." They asked if I would participate in this, and the answer was yes despite some reservations (I'm proud of the work I do, but I'm mortified at the idea of talking about it), but what I said aloud was, "Wouldn't it be wild if I said no right now?" Anyway, after I was rapidly and frantically assured that of course I could say no, obviously, I let them off the hook and said, "sure yeah I'll participate in this."

And then I went to go talk to my manager about accommodations for return to work, and guys would you believe I got exactly the shift schedule I asked for?

[kissoulie]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒

𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

— NSFW, MDNI. bowling with p1harmony!

a/n: some of u may not know but hot & mysterious user kissoulie has a bowling hyperfixation!! 😭 i went bowling last night for 3hrs and i'm prob going to go again tonight 🤭 this reminded me that seob posted a pic of piwon bowling while they were on tour which is why my brain made this! this is def not my best work but i work like all week so i wanted to write a lil smth silly, short, & fun before i post my first series masterlist tmrw 💓

cws: fem bodied reader but generally gender neutral (use of "pretty"), not entirely explicit smut?? it's just not super detailed the bowling is the main focus my bad 😭, 3some (soulseob), skim proofread for readability only pls excuse all spelling/grammar errors i wrote half of this in a movie theater! that's all i believe, lmk if i missed anything ‹3

— keeho.

he definitely has an average over 125 you cannot convince me otherwise. he's a straight bowler, but knows how to hook a ball. i also think he has his own bowling ball because he's extra like that. best bowler in piwon!!! i think he kinda bowls like an old man, and still gets extremely hyped for every strike. he will def blow your back out after a bowling date though ❤️ his baby did so well!!! you even almost beat him, so he thinks you deserve a reward, and he knows for you there's no better reward than his fingers inside you while he fucks your pretty head empty.

— taeyang.

he's the average bowler for sure. i'm not entirely convinced he gets super competitive over it, i think he's just there to have fun!! definitely uses an 8, has no particular technique he just walks forward and sends it lol. assuming you're bowling at a place with couches, he for sure has you in his lap while his members go. he orders you both french fries but soul eats them all while you're distracted eye fucking each other 😭😭 he'll start feeling you up, one hand inching higher and higher up your thigh while the other presses against your middle to hold you in place. may or may not invite you to a 'bathroom' break by tapping your thigh and announcing, "i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick" with some searing eye contact while he walks away, which will leave your stomach in knots thinking about how he's going to rearrange your insides ‹3

— jiung.

i think he's super competitive about this actually 😭 he probably practices bowling at least once a week if they go often, it's something he has a lot of fun getting better at! he hooks as many of his shots as he can, definitely a spare sniper who leaves only a few frames open per game. maybe i'm just a jiung professional bowler truther. he uses his newfound finger dexterity on you though, curling his fingers inside you perfectly while thumbing at your clit. he'll have you seeing stars in no time.

— intak.

straight bowler, averages 100, bowls with a 9. he's pretty straightforward when bowling, he's there to have a good time & look good doing it. i am also of a mind that he plays pool, specifically with you. loser gets the best head of their life (his idea). naturally, he's the one who wins and gets to have you choking around his cock in the back seat while the rest of his members wonder where you both have gone.

— soulseob.

The competitive ever. please they both want to impress you!!! seob is bowling for his life!!!! soul is just having fun!!!! (he got a gutter ball and screeched like a dinosaur.) your little giggles spur them on, "winner gets a kiss" 😭 their sibling rivalry has been unlocked, but their rivalry in bed is worse!! seob did throw 119 in the end, beating soul by 3 pins, and he wastes no time in taking you back to the dorms to get his prize. he shoves you down onto his bed while soul trails behind, "watch us, sho." jongseob holds your hands to pin them to the bed, slipping into you with a wet squelch. his body grinds into yours with desperation you didn't know he had. he fucks you nice and rough. "think he deserves a consolation prize, baby?" you nod dumbly, your eyes droopy and dilated. "poor princess." he muses, beckoning soul closer, letting him stretch you out impossibly wider, your mouth dropping open in a broken moan. ‹3

taglist: @tkooooop ♡

[cowboywritersworld]

Hiiii I know that Cody wasn’t on either list, so I was wondering if you could do something for him :)

Could you do a Cody x fem reader where the reader is trying to win the title from Rhea and Cody comes out to help keep Dominik back. When she does finally win Cody helps her celebrate kinda like Monte’s did with Bianca :3

Tysm, and I hope you have an amazing day !

I have your back

General Masterlist | WWE Masterlist | Cody Rhodes Masterlist

Characters: Cody Rhodes, Reader

Prompt: Reader is trying to win the title from Rhea and Cody comes out to help keep Dominik back. When she does finally win Cody helps her celebrate kinda like Monte’s did with Bianca :3

Author's note: I'm deeply sorry for taking so much time, but here you are! I hope you like it and thanks for the request.

Yrn means your ring name.

You are in your locker room as you finish lacing your booths. That evening is a big change in your career, since for the first time ever, you'll become the Raw Women's champion.

You are worried, every muscle in your body is tense and you pop your head up fairly quick, as you hear the door open. Once you recognize the tall man who enters, you smile, already feeling better. It's Cody Rhodes, your boyfriend.

"Hey babe, what is going through that pretty mind of yours? I can feel it from all the way here." He reaches you and hugs your waist from behind, kissing your neck gently.

"Oh babe..." You lean against his chest, sighing at those kisses. "It's just..." You sigh once more. "This match is so important to me and I am on the edge of my nerves. If Dominik somehow succeeds on screwing me up..." You can't finish, because Cody turns you around and kisses you.

"Babe, he won't screw your opportunity. I'll have your back out there. Everything will be fine."

-------------

The match goes flawless, Cody stops Dominik every time he tries to interfere and you are more than relieved, once the referee counts to three for her win.

You lay down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling, still not believing you have actually won and taken that belt.

"Here is your winner and new... Raw Women's World Champion: yrn!"

The referee brings your arm in the air and you take in all the chants for you, you raise the belt while Cody gets in the ring and approaches you.

"You did it! I told you it would work out!"

You spring in his arms, letting the belt fall down on the mat. You block out the crowd and kiss him, with tears in your eyes. That Championship is so important for you AND having Cody next to you while you are a champion, is even more priceless.

You two walk around the ring, with Cody showing you off to the fans, before bidding goodbye and retreating backstage, where your legs tremble, as the adrenaline flows off.

[mallas28]

So the moment Izuku start winning the poll, Jump decide to recount votes. Mmmm what a coincidence.

So when people voting for Bakugo as crazy as f$ck sure with bots involved. They are fine. But when Izuku got first place no no no.. I am sure 100% they already planned a winner and got a film for 1st place winner prepared. It was Bakugo, so when they see that Izuku got 1st place they take an action.

First AFO when they suddenly "lost" 2k votes.

Secondly, this shady stuff with Izuku and recount.

I start truly believe that Jump forbidded Horikoshi doing some things in manga plot and this is why epilogue and final chapter was written so horribly. Because Horikoshi was forced to rewrite all things. Maybe i am delulu.

But hearing how Jump behave with their mangakas and employees. These scandals with Dragon ball rights.

Guys, i am sorry for telling this. But Jump deserves all bad things happening right now... They lost 2 top mangas bringing millions and i am not even mentione Dragon ball... Call me whatever you want, but Jump deserves this all. And i hope bad things keep happening to them.

This poll is rigged. I start feeling that will not include answers in fanbook. All asks already written by Jump team. They just will give to Horikoshi! Jump are scammers.!!! No wonder epilogue was so bad written!!!

[milaisreading]

Some words of encouragement

🌱🩷: Wrote this while taking a break from studying earlier today. Hope u like it :3

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. No other warnings need tbh. Plays out in the Manager!Yn AU. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

The day everyone at Blue Lock has been waiting for had finally arrived. The famous Blue Lock vs Japan U-20 was finally about to happen. It was quite a big event. Not only in Japan did it get attention, but internationally, too. (Y/n) sweatdropped as Anri and Ego forced her to sit next to the president of the JFA, who looked pretty much out of place when answering different questions.

'Does this man even know what a striker is?' (Y/n) thought, quietly looking around. Hoping this pre-game press conference will end soon.

'Did I bring enough water bottles? Does everyone have extra towels? Wait, did Gagamaru bring his uniform even?!'  She felt anxiety rise in her stomach as she thought of everything that could go wrong. They only had this one chance. If they lose now, their dreams will be over.

"And I am confident in team Japan's abilities to defeat the Blue Lock team today. With all the respect I have for Teieri and Ego, their team isn't up on our level." The words caused (Y/n) to look back at the old man, her anxiety slowly fading as she fought back a scowl. Next to her, Anri had a similar expression as Ego kept his face neutral.

"What makes you say that, Buratsuta-san?"

"Well, out boys are pro-players for a reason. Blue Lock is just a child's dream of what football is."

'A child's dream?! Blue Lock?! That place is hell on earth. Half of those players would not survive a day there!' (Y/n) clenched her fists as her eye twitched, but it went unnoticed by the adults. She looked back at the cameras filming them. (Y/n) got reminded that the whole World was watching them, including the boys who were in the locker room.

"Today dreams will definitely be crushed." Teh older man ended his boasting and (Y/n) felt her cheeks flare up in anger. She wasn't going to let this slide.

'Nobody will put them down. Not on my watch.'

As Anri was about to take the microphone away from Buratsuta to talk to the interviewers, (Y/n) quickly took it, getting up from her seat.

"(Y/n)?" Anri raised an eyebrow, the girl's glare melting as she looked at her and Ego.

"I am sorry, Teieri-san, but can I say something? I won't take too much of your time." She said, looking between the two and the reporters. The said people quite surprised by the girl's action. Ego and Anri looked at each other for a moment, then slowly nodded their heads.

"Sure."

"I give you 5 minutes."

Smiling softly, (Y/n) nodded her head and turned to look at the reporters. Her heart beating crazy, her mind telling her she was stupid for this, but she couldn't keep her mouth shut. The least she could do for the guys is protect their efforts.

"Japan... Japan was never known as being this big football country like Argentina, Brazil, France, or Germany. Before entering this project, I didn't believe we had one, let alone a whole team of players who had the talent, the endurance, and the sheer will to play and play until they are the number 1 player. But I am glad I was proven wrong." (Y/n) smiled at one of the cameras, grabbing tightly onto the microphone.

"Blue Lock is a team that is a force to be reckoned with. They won't go down without q fight and they are not scared of anyone. The match with Japan's team will be finished quite quickly with a clear winner. The Blue Lock team. The players in that team are the ones who will bring Japan the highly anticipated World Cup." (Y/n) finally finished, feeling 10 times lighter after.

"And what makes you think that Blue Lock will be the ones to win this match? And the World Cup?" A man asked.

"Easy. Because they are the best players our country has to offer. And they will be the best ones in the World."

(Y/n) answered without hesitation, handingvthe microphone to Anri as she sat down.

'I believe in you guys.' She thought, looking directly at the camera from before.

'Crap... this is being aired internationally, too..' (Y/n)'s cheeks turned red in embarrassment now.

'Oh, whatever. I hope the guys aren't embarrassed by what I said.'

And the boys definitely did hear everything, but they definitely weren't embarrassed.

"Hah! Did you hear that?! She thinks I am the best!" Karasu exclaimed proudly while pointing at the TV. Kurona kept quiet as he blushed more, (Y/n)'s words repeating over and over in his head.

'She trust us so much.' His heartbeat quickened a little.

"It's not just you, gel head. She said this about everyone." Rin rolled his eyes, but it was obvious that he was as affected by her words as the rest.

"It's clear that she had mostly me in mind when she said that." Karasu said with a smug look, earning him disapproving looks from Yukimiya and Barou.

"(Y/n) clearly meant all of us, idiot... but mostly me."

"And why you, Barou?" Yukimiya challenged.

"Because I am the king here, and she knows me longer than you guys."

"If that's the criteria, then I count in that, too. Besides, she always told me she admired how fast my reflexes are." Gagamaru announced as Chigiri and Bachira chimed in.

"Don't forget us! She was always impressed with my speed. I am sure she mostly dedicated this speech to me."

"Not so fast, princess. (Y/n) always said that my dribbling skills are out of this world. And she most probably meant me on the talented part of the speech." Bachira gave the two former Team Z members a cheeky smile.

"She knows me just as long as the rest of you guys." Niko cleared his throat, causing the rest to look at him.

"And she would say stuff similar to this to me. So that speech was definitely dedicated to me."

"Hold it! Out of everyone in Building 5 I was the best one. The one who stood out the most. It's only logical that she meant me." Nagi added in, now more awake than ever.

"I am sure she meant me. After all, I was the best one in my building. And (Y/n) always liked my game play skills." Hiori smiled menacingly at the rest.

"Maybe she really did mean the whole team... it's very sweet of her. She is a great manager. Her words made me less anxious too." Tokimitsu smiled softly at the TV as Ego talked about something. Aryu and Otoya sighed in delight, nodding along with Tokimitsu.

"Such a fabulous manager. We are so lucky to have (Y/n)." Aryu smiled, just happy about the compliments she was giving them.

"Ha~ an angel! I will make sure to do a better job on the field than usually." Otoya giggled.

"Wait, guys. Calm down." Reo suddenly spoke up, causing the arguing group to look at him and Isagi, who had serious expressions on their faces.

"What?" Barou raised an eyebrow.

"Regardless of who (Y/n) was talking about, we need to stay focused. (Y/n) basically declared to the whole world that we would win." Isagi continued, causing the rest to look at each other.

"And?" Rin raised an eyebrow.

"We can't let her down. (Y/n) has a lot of trust in us to say all that. We need to stay focused on winning." Reo continued.

"And, when we win, we will get even more praises from her." Isagi finished. The last part pretty much sealed the deal for the team.

"Alright then!"

"We are so winning this!"

"You used your lukewarm brains for once."

"Let's win this thing as soon as possible!"

"It seems like they are as motivated as always." Anri giggled as she, (Y/n), and Ego stood outside of the locker room, listening to the team.

"Nothing less to be expected from them" (Y/n) smiled softly as Ego nodded in agreement.