You know all I really want is a girl sports anime that is exactly the same as boy sports anime. I want to watch girls do regular sports and I want them to act and feel the same way the boys are shown to.
I want to watch girls strategize, focus, worry, have flashbacks in the middle of their game, cooly cheer on their teammates, lose that cool in funny realistic ways with their teammates, celebrate victory, cry in defeat, work to get stronger, BECOME stronger.
I want to watch girls go from being bitter enemies to friendly rivals, I want to watch girls learn what it means to be part of a team, I want to watch girls go through intense character development because of their sport.
I want more girl sports anime with as much depth and development as boy sports anime
Hello Study Buddies! Since I am going to be a sophomore and I just began day one of tryouts for volleyball I decided to give you some tips (they will differ for different schools but this applies to my school mostly)!!
Tip 1: If you’re a freshman do not act too cocky. As much as you think you are the best, a senior or a junior are going to view you as a self-absorbed freshman and are probably going to me annoying towards you for sometime. A friend of mine came with that attitude and it took her a while to make friends. :(
Tip 2: Effort!! My coach personally loves when you are energetic even if you miss the ball. No coach is going to want a really amazing player (or bad player) that doesn’t cheer on their teammates.
Tip 3: Utilize the summer! Go on a run, join and summer league, just do anything to get you moving and not a coach potato all the time.
Tip 4: Become friends with the coaches! This does not mean kiss up, but say things like thank you after practice and ask if there is anything you need to improve. Getting the coaches to like you and have a relationship is really important especially with things like captains in the future.
Tip 5: If you don’t make the team make that your motivator to do even better next year. I am personally not from a huge town but we do need to cut people this year so if I happened to get cut then I would just work harder for a spot next year.
Tip 6: Be friends with your teammates! This is more for after try-outs but go out for lunch with someone or have a sleepover, anything to become more friends will help you personally
and on the court/field!
Suddenly it was as if the roar of the crowd, the echo of the final buzzers, the cheers of my teammates were all sounding from 1,000 miles away, and what remained in that bizarre, muffled silence was only Peyton. The girl whose art, passion, and beauty had changed my life. In that moment, my triumph was not a state championship, but simple clarity. The realization that we had always been meant for each other and every instinct to the contrary had simply been a denial of the following truth - I was now and would always be in love with Peyton Sawyer.
When Yoongi first asks you to help him photograph the university’s rugby team, you are reluctant at best. Your knowledge of the sport extends to that it somewhat resembled football but with significantly less padding. Even then, your notions probably aren’t very accurate. Furthermore, you aren’t very keen on spending time in the sun taking pictures of sweaty guys tackling each other, no matter how “fit” your friends say they are. The same friends had convinced (read: forced) you to take the job with Yoongi, with promises of a free ice cream and dinner some time down the line.
You slightly warm up to the job when Yoongi introduces you to one of the players and his good friend, Park Jimin. They are about the same height but if they weren’t standing next to each other, you wouldn’t have known. Jimin is more muscular, all his rugby workouts showing in his bulging muscles that are noticeable even through his his t-shirt and jeans. He’s sweet, with an almost blinding smiling and a presence that warmed the room. You find yourself thinking that this gig wouldn’t be so bad as you laugh at one of his jokes over fries.
You warm up a lot once you meet the rest of the team. Or more accurately, once you see the team in uniform. More specifically, when you see Jeon Jungkook in uniform. God damn.
It had completely slipped your mind that your cute, soft spoken photography classmate was on the team, even though you’ve seen him wearing his team jacket in class. Every time you looked at him you were too busy staring at his face rather than focusing on what sports team he played on.
If Keith doesn’t cradle carry an injured Lance at least once during the series then what even is the point
Hope you enjoy!
closed his eyes, breathing slowly through his nose, concentrating on the faint
sound of the footsteps, just audible through the reinforced prison door. One
two, two two, three two, four two, five two, and they drew even with the door.
Six two, seven two, eight two, nine two, ten two, eleven two, twelve two,
thirteen two, fourteen two, fifteen two, and they reached the end of the hall.
Perfectly consistent, every single time. It would be 600 seconds before another
soldier passed by his door. He turned away from the door and slid his butt back
towards his feet, which were the real problem. He’d figured out everything
except his feet. He had a way to get the door open, he knew the routines of the
guards well enough to circumvent them, and he had been on enough Galra ships at
this point that he knew how to find the emergency escape pods. He just had to
pray they were close enough to a planet where he could land and hide until he
could get a message to the castle. His feet, however, were still posing a
had cuffed them together as soon as they’d stripped off his armor, and as soon
as they’d brought him to a cell, they had locked the cuffs against the floor.
Since then, Lance hadn’t moved from this spot. At least they gave him a bucket
they emptied fairly regularly. He wondered morbidly if he ought to be
flattered, in a way, that his interrogators came to him. Did they really think
he posed such a threat that it was too dangerous to even move him from one part
of the ship to another? Still, it was conundrum for Lance: they weren’t cuffs
like anything he had ever seen, made of shimmering purple light and yet somehow
solid. If he had to guess, it was probably some kind of druid magic mixed with
his bare feet absently while he thought. They had gotten swollen and sore from being
still for so long, and had developed a habit of falling asleep all the time,
waking Lance up with painful pins and needles. His best solution at the moment
was to fake some sort of collapse, since he was reasonably certain he was still
valuable enough to the Galra to be taken to a medical facility – but every time
he thought of inviting needles and scalpels and god knew what else near him, a
vision of Shiro’s metal arm flashed before him like a specter and made him set
the idea aside with a shudder.
impact against the ship threw him sideways, his elbow smacking painfully
against the floor. As he pushed himself back to a sitting position, the ship
shuddered again, and he thought he could make out the distant sound of blaster
cannons firing. He strained his ears, hardly daring to hope—
The door of
his cell flew open with a bang, the crumpling, sparking form of a broken guard
drone tumbling after it. Keith stood in the doorway, breathing hard. His sword
retracted into the bayard handle, flashing back to his waist, and he rushed
Lance gasped, finally overcoming his surprise, only to be knocked speechless
again as Keith dropped down and caught Lance in a tight hug.
found him. He’s alive,” Keith said into his helmet. Right next to his head as
he was, Lance could faintly hear the tinny sounds of the cheers of his
teammates. “Lance, are you okay? Are you hurt?”
a night of sleep in my own bed and a good face mask can’t cure,” he stuttered,
bringing his arms up to return Keith’s hug. “Did everyone else make it off
we’re all fine,” Keith said, and Lance could’ve sworn his voice cracked just
slightly. “Even Blue’s back safe and sound in the castle, waiting for you.” He
pulled out of the hug and grabbed Lance’s hand. “Can you walk? Come on, let’s
get out of here.” He pulled, snagging Lance’s feet against the cuffs.
wait— I can’t,” he said, pointing at his feet. Keith looked down, noticing the
problem for the first time, and drew his bayard. “Wait NO—” Lance shrieked as
Keith brought his sword down. It bounced off the cuffs, which sent an arc of
lightning up Lance’s body. He screamed and collapsed to the floor.
Keith asked, dropping back to his knees, sliding his hands under Lance’s head
and back and lifting him up. “Lance, are you okay?”
you try to break them, they do that,” Lance panted, muscles still limp. “I have
no idea how to get them off.” Keith frowned.
anyone else make it into the ship?” he asked his helmet, and paused. “We need
to find the key for Lance’s cuffs, I can’t break them,” he explained. After a
moment, he cussed, glancing between Lance and the open door of the cell, where
red emergency lights washed the whole ship in the color of blood. He gently lay
Lance back on the floor and stood. Lance struggled back to a sitting position.
“I’m going to go find a key. I will be right back, I promise,” Keith said.
Lance stared up at him, feeling hope slip away, despair settling back into his
limbs like lethargy. Keith must have read it in his face, because he crouched
down briefly and brushed Lance’s cheek with his fingertips. “Lance,” he said,
his voice low and soft and rough. “Look at me. I’m getting you out of this cell
and off this ship. I promise you won’t spend another hour here. I promise.” Their eyes met, and Lance felt
a tear slide down his cheek. He nodded slowly. Keith hesitated, and then pulled
off his helmet and settled it over Lance’s head. “Say hello to everyone else in
the meanwhile,” he told him. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Lance nodded one
last time, and Keith disappeared out the door.
he said, his voice shaky, and was greeted by a chorus of his name. He felt a
smile spread slowly across his face. “Yeah, it’s good to hear your voices too,”
he said. “Everyone doing alright? Hunk? You holding up out there? Hopping Voltron
around on only one leg?”
look pretty silly without you,” Hunk said. His voice, so warm and familiar,
seemed to fill Lance with a sense of security he hadn’t felt in weeks.
on, Lance, Keith will be back any minute,” Shiro said. “He’s been on a warpath
to find you ever since you didn’t make the rendezvous on Uveer.”
Keith?” Lance wondered. There was no reason to doubt Shiro’s words, and yet
Lance had figured Keith would be the one advocating they leave him behind. He closed
his eyes, seeing the intense sincerity in Keith’s face as he promised he would
be back, and something fond stirred in his heart.
Pidge’s words were cut short as the helmet was ripped from Lance’s head. He
froze at the feeling of a blaster pressed against his temple. The Galra soldier
standing above him pulled the helmet onto his own head.
attacking, or your friend dies,” he said. Lance’s breath came shallowly. The
blaster was cold, barely an inch from his eyes. “Now,” the Galra insisted. Abruptly, the ship stopped shuddering,
and the distant sound of the blaster cannons went quiet. “Abandon your lions,
return to your ship, and we will send your friend to join you.” Lance was
afraid to blink, afraid to move, his heart thudding painfully against his
chest. He flinched at the sound of his name.
Keith shouted. “I found the—” He skidded to a halt in the doorway, taking in
the scene. Lance stared at him wide-eyed, willing him to escape, to turn and
run, to take Voltron and go because he wasn’t worth this, he wasn’t worth
losing Voltron and he certainly wasn’t worth getting another Paladin killed.
The Galra said nothing, only pressed the blaster closer against Lance’s head.
from him,” Keith growled, low and dark.
bayard down or he dies,” the Galra said.
harm a hair on his head, I swear,”
Keith said, something dark and ugly and murderous in his tone that Lance had
never heard before, “I swear I will kill every last Galra on this ship with my
own two hands.”
“Put it down.” Keith didn’t break eye contact
with the soldier as he slowly bent and set the sword down. Lance shivered at
the look on his face. He had never seen so much rage in Keith’s eyes before.
“Good,” the soldier said, and Lance noticed he was a little breathless. He’s afraid, he realized. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. “Now,
uh, put your hands up and, um, walk over to the wall.” Keith didn’t move, still
glaring at the soldier. Lance, heart thudding so loudly he could barely hear,
made a very stupid decision.
As fast as
he could, he reached up, grabbed the blaster, and pulled it away from his head.
The Galra pulled the trigger in panic. Luckily, it missed Lance’s head.
Unluckily, it managed to clip the edges of his cuffs, sending the worst arc of
electricity he’d felt yet screeching through his body. It knocked him backward
with such force that he took the soldier with him and the blaster went
skittering across the floor. He struggled to breathe, his chest tight and his
heart stuttering arhythmically. Keith was already on top of them, dragging the
soldier away from Lance. Lance couldn’t turn his head to see what was
happening, but the sickening sound of rending flesh and the soldier’s garbled,
gurgled scream made him decide he didn’t want to. Moments later, Keith was
kneeling over him, his helmet back on his own head, unlocking Lance’s cuffs.
Lance twitched his feet, sighing in relief.
“I told you
I’d be back,” Keith said, smiling softly. “Are you okay?” Lance managed a nod.
little… just a little out of breath,” he said. Keith gently pulled Lance’s arm
up around his neck, and tucked his arms under Lance’s knees and back.
he said. “Healing pod first, then face mask, okay?” There was something
infinitely soft in the way he said it, and Lance felt some of the tightness in
his chest ease.
good,” he murmured.
[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]
Favorite Relationship/Dynamic: Lucas Scott & Peyton Sawyer
“Suddenly it was as if the roar of the crowd, the echo of the final buzzers, the cheers of my teammates were all sounding from 1,000 miles away, and what remained in that bizarre, muffled silence was only Peyton. The girl whose art, passion, and beauty had changed my life. In that moment, my triumph was not a state championship, but simple clarity. The realization that we had always been meant for each other and every instinct to the contrary had simply been a denial of the following truth - I was now and would always be in love with Peyton Sawyer.“
Author’s Note: For @maireep. I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Summary: “Firsts are best because they are beginnings.” Or, Keith is the new Gryffindor seeker and Lance is in denial (but what else is new). [AO3]
”Firsts are best because they are beginnings.”
They first saw him at the quidditch pitch.
It was a cool autumn day; the sun was glowing strong over the forest, casing its rays over the red and orange leaves that were scattered throughout the landscape. The wind tickled their ears as the teams made their way into the arena, one team sporting red while the other was covered in green.
Genre: Smut, pwp, college!au, established relationship, cheerleader!minhyuk
Warning(s): edging, breathplay, semi-public sex (car sex), degradation, praise-kink, lmao what else is new, roughish, dom!minhyuk
Summary: In which Lee Minhyuk, your cheerleader boyfriend, wants to reward you for winning the football game.
A loud scream ripples through the bleachers as you hike the football closer to your chest, a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead and blurring your vision. Your legs are nearly numb with exhaustion as your sprint across the field, eyes on the end zone. The smell of grass, sweat, and gatorade lingers under your nose and everything turns hazy for a second, blending into a single blurry moment.
The sensory details fade and all you can feel is the screaming muscles in your legs as you slide down the field, toppling over as the booming voice of the commentator comes over the speakers.
Anonymous said: so I had this idea for a Jug x reader imagine, like they have always had a competitive relationship like they’re always trying to prove the other that they’re better then them, always throwing shade, insults, a looot of sarcasm, but one day the reader changes a bit her game, she’s not really flirting, but she talks in his ear, she leans really close to him… and the rest, you know, hormones (not smut but almost)
A/N: Sorry if the prompt got away from a bit in the end. I did end up going a bit flirtatious but that’s what came to me in the moment. I hoped you liked it as it was fun to write.
3rd Grade - Auditorium
“And our top two is Mr. Jones and Miss Y/L/N!”.
*small audience claps*
“Forsy…(the teacher looked back at the boy who seemed angry)…Jughead. Your word is Foreground”.
A nervous boy went up to the microphone and slowly thought about the word, “F..O…R…G” *beep*
“I’m sorry Jughead but that was incorrect. If Y/N spells it correctly she wins this year’s 3rd grade spelling bee”.
Jughead went back to his chair and slumped in it while watching the girl intently.
She made her way up to the microphone with a little skip in her step. She glanced back to Jughead over her shoulder and gave her a smirk that angered him slightly. “F…O…R…E…G…R…O…U…N…D”, she gave a nod.
“Great job Y/N”, the teacher came back up to the microphone while giving the girl a slight pat on her back. The small audience cheered while Y/N received a trophy.
The beanie clad boy walked off stage and was angry that once again he had been bested.
7th Grade Government Class
“Oh come on! You can’t say that’s a good thing! It’s corrupt and immoral!”, the girl flared her nose in response.
Jughead gave a smirk knowing that he had gotten to her. “I’m just saying that communism on paper really works”, he said nonchalantly.
“You’re telling me you of all people are fine with a government making all of your decisions for you?!” She stood up from her seat as she had had enough of his toying.
“That’s ENOUGH Y/L/N. Sit down!” The teacher gave a glare until she sat down. Her face was red full of embarrassment.
Jughead just smiled.
9th Grade - Geometry
“Alright Blue and Red team are tied. Whoever gets this one correct wins for their team”, two identical math problems were on the board.
“And go!” The teacher called out while both sides cheered for their teammates.
“Come on Y/N! You got this!”, Betty spoke up.
“Juggie come on! She’s writing faster than you!”.
Jughead could feel his nerves tense up as he wasn’t sure if his math was right and then in seconds…“And Y/N’s got it!” The teacher gave a small yell. All of the Blue team cheered while Jughead went to his seat and slumped in it. Archie gave him a pat on the back.
Y/N went back to her seat with a large smile on her face and then she raised an eyebrow to Jughead on how she had gotten him again.
10th grade - Lounge Area
“It’s called necrophilia Reggie, can you spell it?”
Y/N glanced over to Jughead and to calm Reggie from almost punching him, she looked up from her book. “Can you?”
Jughead gave her a look of annoyance while he walked out of the room.
1 month later - Pop’s
“Oh my God you two. Just try and be friends already!”.
Archie gave up. He had been friends with the two and Betty for years, yet Jughead and Y/N could never stop bickering.
“Fine”, Y/N spoke up but had a gentle voice. She made her way to the other side of the booth and switched seats with Betty.
She grasped his hand to stop from typing even though his face seemed annoyed. Y/N stuck her tongue out at Archie in jest. Archie rolled his eyes while Betty and him went to get more milkshakes.
“Oh come on Juggie…we can be friends for 5 minutes. Don’t you want to be?”, her voice was flirtatious as Jughead finally glanced at her. She still had a grasp on his left hand while she dipped one of her fingers in the whipped cream that was on top of her shake. She slowly licked it off keeping her eyes on him.
His eyes widened as part of him wasn’t sure what she was getting at while another part, part of his anatomy really, felt a little heated throughout. “I don’t think…”.
She gave a coy smile as she took a finger from his hand and dipped it in the cream. She took it out now licking his finger and his eyes couldn’t blink as the feeling of her touch was sensational. He could feel a tightening in his pants as he watched her tongue wrap around his finger.
She set his hand down on the table while his eyes were still on her face. She leaned in while touching his thigh and whispered in his ear. “Gotcha Juggie”.
She gave a large smirk and skipped her way to the counter with Archie and Betty.
Jughead couldn’t move as he wasn’t sure if he felt anger, lust or love.
The summer games were something you had always looked forward to. You’d been working for Smosh for years now and went to each and every one, although each time you were always working behind the scenes, but now you were told that you’d be filling in for Boze, who had a personal emergency and couldn’t attend, so they could keep the team even. You’d been in a ton of Smosh videos, seeing as you’d been with them so long, and had always wanted to go, so your excitement was through the roof.
“Are you already packed?” Damien, your boyfriend, asked, a hint of teasing behind his words.
You had also been dating Damien for about as long as you’d been working with Smosh, with your love of cats and videogames you two were basically meant to be, and you knew your relationship would be a long one.
“I’m excited! Shut up.” You told him, petting one of your guys’ cats. “This is your first summer games as well, mister!”
“Yeah, yeah. They’re still like a month away though, so, me being like a normal person, I’m not gonna get packed until later.” He teased you and you hit him lightly as a response.
“C'mon, we have work tomorrow.”
“Aww, look at these two cuties over here!” You heard Courtney’s voice while riding on a van/bus-type thing to the wild west town you guys were filming the summer games at.
When you looked up you saw she had a camera pointed at you and Damien, who were snuggled up as Damien read a book and you just listened to music as you played Animal Crossing (a game you were addicted to). You and Damien gave a small wave to the camera as Courtney gushed over you two, making you blush and Damien laugh.
“Are you stalking us?” You asked in a joking manner.
“Why yes, I am indeed. This will go nicely with my collection of videos of you two.” Her voice rang out with a sarcastic tone. “Say hi to the camera.”
“Hey there, strangers.” You did a short wave as Damien just did a stoic nod, all in good fun.
Courtney turned the camera away to bother Sohinki once again, and you and Damien returned to your previous positions snuggled up to each other, simply waiting to arrive at the town.
After settling in, everyone was finally ready to get the teams chosen. You guys all stood in a big bunch as the production crew raced around for the final preparations so we could get things rolling. Once the cameras started rolling, Matt Raub, Joe, and Sunny rolled into the introductions. The people surrounding them, which included you, cheered from time to time, as everything was explained including the lottery to pick which team you guys would go to: the Randy Bandits or the Cowbaes.
The judges started rolling the lottery thing and drew the first name, which happened to be Lasercorn, who was going to the Randy Bandits. The draw continued on, people getting chosen, when Shayne got chosen for the Cowbaes you cheered, waiting to see if Damien would join his best friend. However, when Damien got picked next for the Randy Bandits, the only thing you shouted was, “They split up Shaymien!”
A few people looked at you, including Matt Raub, who sent you an odd look as if saying ‘why the hell are you shouting about Shaymien when you’re dating one of them’. You simply shrugged and said, “I ship Shaymien.” Which made people around you laugh.
Damien and Shayne stood across from each other in a mock-showdown, where Shayne said a simple “Fuck you.” and Damien asked if he wanted to get pizza later, in his true nature. You all laughed at this, and cheered when they got ready to pull the next name.
People kept being called to teams until there was only two people left- you and Flitz. You guys were pushed to the front as the lottery started once again to see whether you would be joining your boyfriend’s team, or your boyfriend’s best friend’s team. As the judges went on about which team they were drawing for, everyone laughed.
When Flitz was drawn to go the Randy Bandits, people cheered not just for him, but for you too, who was going to the Cowbaes as the last drawn. Your team hugged you as a blue and white shirt was blasted at you full force, hitting you in the face. After you’d gotten the shirt on, you and Damien had a stare down.
“They not only split up Shaymien, but they also split up Damien and Y/N! What has the world come to.” Someone shouted, and people laughed.
“Hey, hey Damien.” You jeered.
“What?” Everything was quiet as you two had another showdown.
“You’re a bitch.” Everyone cheered at that as your team huddled around you and Damien pretended to cry.
The teams were introduced again, and you cheered when your team was called along with the small group around you. After the judges were introduced once again, each of them having some quirky western name, they announced it was time to get into the first game, which everyone cheered about.
A few games later, it was time for the shootout to the death, and everyone was gathered in front of an old western shoppe. People were called up one for each team, where they played a game of rock, paper, scissors, and then chose a gun to shoot the other person with. After a while both you nor Damien had been picked out of either Joe or Matt Raub’s hat.
“Y/N!” You heard your name being shouted by Joe, which could only mean you were being picked as your team cheered and you were pushed up to the line where you would play rock, paper, scissors with an opponent.
“Oh my gosh,” Matt Raub exclaimed when he picked his name, “this is gonna be the duel of the century, we have here a… Damien!”
Everyone gasped and cheered as you stood across from each other at the showdown line.
“Look, I don’t like you, and you don’t like me.” Damien started, to which you gave off an 'oh wow, okay’ to as people laughed around you, “so let’s shoot each other in the face.”
“Okay, wow. Um, that really hurt, I just can’t believe you’d say something like that to me, so y'know, fuck you, and I’m taking both the cats when you die.” Your teammates cheered for you.
After a speel of puns from Damien, you two started into the match, where Damien won the first and second round of rock, paper, scissors, meaning he got to choose which gun he would use, and you got the other one. Choosing the one on your guys’ right, Damien backed away as the crowd made an 'oooo’ noise, and you grabbed the gun to your left.
You guys stood back to back and only started moving when the crowd starting counting up to five, both of you turning to face each other when the number was finally shouted out. Staring Damien in the eyes, the two of you exchanged classic insults, and awaited for Matt Raub to tell you to draw your guns. The pair of you waited in anticipation, and you could only cheer as your gun fired a bullet when 'draw!’ was shouted out.
Damien grasped at his heart as he slowly fell to the ground, going on about how he’d always love you even though you just shot him for no reason, everyone laughed as you walked towards him and shushed him as he lay on your lap, looking up at you with a dazed expression.
“Now I can elope with my other boyfriend!” You cheered happily in a joking manner as everyone around you laughed.
“Wait, what?” Damien was suddenly awake from his 'death’.
“Shh.” You covered his mouth as he fake struggled and then died again, as everyone around you cheered at your duel.
You and Damien stood up and took a bow together, before returning to the crowd of people, where you were patted on the back for winning your duel, putting your team up ahead one point.
“I don’t think so,” Chenle sings, resting his chin on my shoulder from behind. I shrug him off.
“If I say I declared war, war shall happen,” Haechan says, poking my side. I turn to him and glare.
“Well you see, I’m in the middle of doing something important.”
“Taking a quiz on whether or not you’ll marry your favorite idol doesn’t seem like an important thing,” Jisung comments, sitting across from me at the table. I growl.
“If you looked at the screen, I’m buying a gift for someone not doing some quiz like that,” I huff before mumbling to myself. “Besides, I did that earlier.”
“Is that someone me?” Jaemin asks, grinning.
“No,” I say, shoving his face away. He pouts, putting his chin on top of his folded hands.
“Are you saying I bought these nerf guns for nothing?” Haechan asks, pulling eight of them from behind the couch. My eyes widen, wondering when he put them there.
“Didn’t Johnny buy those for-” Renjun begins before being cut off by Haechan’s hand. He smiles innocently and shakes his head.
“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”
“If I must, I’ll play since it looks like I won’t get anything done,” I say and stand up. Haechan’s eyes sparkle as he starts preparing the nerf guns. “Are you boys joining?”
“I guess so,” Renjun shrugs and chuckles.
“You’re going down!” Chenle exclaims.
“Let’s kick some butt!” Jisung grins.
“You better watch out,” Jeno smirks.
“This is gonna be fun!” Mark comments.
“I’m so winning,” Jaemin nods and crosses his arms.
“So you, Renjun, Chenle and I are on a team. Mark, Jeno, Jaemin and Jisung on the other team.”
“How much planning did you put into this?”
“I wanted to play since last week, but we didn’t have the guns.”
I chuckle and ruffle his hair. “You need to do something else in your free time.”
“Should we get into position?” Haechan smirks.
“Wait, we’re playing in my house?”
“Anywhere, but here?”
The boys stare blankly at me and I sigh.
“THIS IS WAR,” Chenle exclaims, firing the first shot and hitting Renjun.
“Hey! I’m your teammate!”
“NO ONE’S SAFE AROUND CHENLE THE GREAT.”
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” I mumble.
“You’re out, Renjun,” Mark hums.
“What? No! That doesn’t count!” He whines before walking to the stairs. He sits down on the step, sulking away.
“We haven’t started yet, come here.”
Renjun grins, running over to our team.
“FIND COVER, THEY’RE ATTACKING.”
We scurry around to find furniture to hide behind. We quickly move them around, trying to build a fort.
“Don’t make the walls so high! They’re going to fall over,” Renjun says while Chenle and Haechan are trying to stack the chairs. He turns to me and pouts. He points at them. “Talk some sense into them.”
I scoff. “They won’t listen to me.”
“I got this,” Haechan shushes us.
“See! Nobody ever listens to me.”
“Now you know how I feel!” Mark yells from the opposite side of the room.
“I feel your pain, Mark.”
“Get serious, it’s time to kick some Dreamies butt!” Chenle yells.
“But aren’t you Dreamies too?”
“Just have fun, you nerd.” Haechan pokes his tongue out at me. I huff.
“ATTACK!” The other side screeches, jumping out from their spots. Our eyes widen as we try to use our shield as best as we can.
“NO, WE’RE NO COWARDS. LET’S FIGHT!” Renjun exclaims, standing up to give his speech. We watch in admiration before a bullet bounces off his head. He pouts, making us snicker.
“RENJUN’S OUT!” Jeno yells and the other side erupts in celebration.
“I was giving a speech,” He pouts, walking to the stairs to sulk again.
“Let him back in.”
“This is war, you can’t revive soldiers!” Jaemin yells and Renjun sticks his tongue at the younger boy as he runs back to base.
“Now, we start for real!” Mark declares.
Bullets go flying everywhere as the sound of our yelling increases with every passing second.
“Mark, at the count of three, we shoot.”
“Haechan, we’re on opposite teams!”
Haechan immediately turns to us. “Chenle, Renjun, at the count of three, we shoot.”
“FIRE!” Renjun and Chenle stands up and yells, ignoring the fact that Haechan never gave his signal.
“YEAH!” Jisung exclaims.
“CHARGE!” Jeno yells as they move towards us while dodging our wild bullets. Swinging the cushions around, the bullets barely miss us.
Then, it happened.
Jeno was the first one to be hit.
Jaemin gasps, immediately running to his side. Jeno gasps for air, his hands trembling with his nonexistent blood.
“This is the moment where friendship is tested,” Renjun whispers as we watch in anticipation.
“NO, YOU CAN’T DIE ON ME!”
“But I must, I’ve been shot.”
“DON’T FORGET ME!” Jeno exclaims before his head goes limp. I facepalm and shake my head. Jaemin sniffles and wipes away fake tears.
“No man left behind!” Jaemin cries as he tries to drag Jeno’s body across the floor. Jisung climbs out from base and tries to help him. A bullet hits the wall beside them and their eyes widen.
Jisung giggles and runs off. “Bye!”
“Leave me, Jaemin.”
“How are you still talking when you’re dead?” Jaemin asks, his head tilting to the side.
“JUST GO PROTECT YOURSELF, STOP WORRYING ABOUT MY BODY.”
“YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY BEST FRIEND, LEE JENO.”
As Jaemin runs back to base, silence overwhelms us. We watch for any sign of movement on the opposing team, waiting for the right moment to attack.
“I spot the enemy, over,” Chenle says, imitating the sound of a walkie talkie when it cuts out.
“I see him too, over,” Renjun whispers, repeating what Chenle did.
“What are you doing? We’re literally three feet away from each other, not even.”
“Be quiet,” Haechan says and puts a hand on my mouth.
“We can hear you too, you know?” Mark says, making everyone laugh.
“Reload your guns, we’re about to ambush them,” Chenle commands and we do just that.
“Do the same thing,” Jisung shouts as they hurry to do the same. As both teams reload, we stand up and aim our nerf guns at each other.
“Put the gun down and no one gets hurt,” Mark says.
“Oh, but someone does.” Haechan smirks. “AND THAT SOMEONE WILL BE YOU.”
Chaos breaks loose as bullets go flying around the living room. Everyone yells at the person they’re trying to aim for.
“MAN DOWN!” Chenle exclaims, making Renjun and I whip around to look at the Haechan laying in his arms. Chenle cries and sniffles. Renjun covers for me as I rush to Haechan and hold his hand. He coughs a few times before throwing red ribbon from his side. He forms a pool of red ribbon near him.
“This is not the time for confusion! Haechan’s dying!” Chenle cries.
“No, I know. I’m just wondering where you even got the red ribbon,” I mumble, holding down on his fake wound.
“What is it?” I ask, bringing my ear closer to his mouth.
“I hate Mark Lee.”
“That’s all you had to tell me?” I scoff, pulling away.
“REMEMBER THE NAME, LEE DONGHYUK!”
And then he dies.
“NO, I’VE BEEN HIT!” Mark gasps, clutching his shirt where his heart is. Renjun smiles in victory.
“WE’RE LOSING MEN!”
“Men,” I snicker.
“Let’s dominate them!” Jisung sniffles, wiping away fake tears. He charges in while Jaemin tries to tell him to stay back. “THIS ONE IS FOR JENO AND MARK.”
He was shot in the head with Chenle’s bullet. The boys snicker as Jisung takes his time to collapse to the ground before dying.
“Jaemin, you’re our last hope.”
“I’ll avenge you, Jisung! You too, Mark, Jeno!”
With good aim, Jaemin shoots Chenle in the chest. He lets out a loud yell, collapsing to his knees.
“I was too young and beautiful to die!”
“Maybe just young,” Renjun sighs, patting the younger boy’s shoulder. Chenle glares at Renjun before falling down beside Jisung, coming face to face with him. They giggle.
“It’s you and me versus Jaemin.”
“We got this, right?”
“I don’t know, do we?” He smirks, revealing the many bullets he somehow collected in his pockets.
“I’m so glad you’re on our team, Renjun.”
“Me too,” He grins. We load up our guns and Renjun jumps over our fort. He does a roll into kneeling, aiming his gun at Jaemin. I roll my eyes and walk to the other side of Jaemin’s fort, surrounding him.
“GO JAEMIN!” His teammates cheer, giggling.
“DON’T LET THE TEAM DOWN,” Jisung yells.
“You can do it!” Jeno cheers.
“I CAN AND WILL DO THIS!” Jaemin exclaims, jumping up from his spot and sending a bullet to Renjun. Renjun hurriedly aims his gun and shoots at Jaemin, but misses as he dodges it skillfully.
“NO!” Chenle cries as Renjun collapses to the ground.
“I can see the light,” He extends his hand upward and coughs.
“Get away from the light!”
Jaemin snickers. He rolls before standing up and aiming the gun at me. I quickly stand up as we’re put into a standoff.
“It looks like it’s just you and me.” Jaemin smirks.
“It seems so.” I cock my head and smirk.
“DON’T SCREW THIS UP,” Haechan yells, cupping his hands around his mouth.
“IF YOU DON’T WIN, I’M SPAMMING YOU FOR A WEEK!” Chenle exclaims.
“Wow, my teammates are so supportive,” I scoff and roll my eyes.
“I’m cheering you on!” Renjun mumbles and I send him a thankful smile.
“You know, you’ve always been my favorite?”
“DON’T GIVE INTO LIES.”
“I’m surprised you even made it this far, Jaemin.”
“Hey.” He pouts.
“I’m joking! I’m sorry!”
“JAEMIN, THIS IS THE OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!” Jisung shouts.
“DO IT NOW!” Haechan complains, wanting me to hurry and win.
“It looks like I’m going to win, Jaemin.”
“Says who?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Says me.” I smirk and pull the trigger.
It was too late. He was shot.
Jaemin places a hand on his chest where the bullet bounced off of. He drops to his knees and then lays on his back.
“Goodbye, cruel world. It was nice knowing you all,” He gasps before sticking his tongue out and closing his eyes.
“WE WIN!” The boys on my team cheer, running to me and engulfing me in a group hug. I laugh and grin, celebrating with my boys.
“VICTORY SCREECH!” Chenle shouts. The opposing team rush to the dead Jaemin, trying to bring him back to life.
“Come back to us, Jaemin!” Mark pouts.
“You can make it back!” Jeno shakes him back and forth while Jisung rubs his hands together.
“Clear!” Jisung yells before pressing them against Jaemin’s chest.
“I’m okay,” Jaemin says, pulling his members into a hug. They look over to us with big smiles. The Dreamies bring me along into their group hug.
“That was fun,” Jisung comments.
“We should do it again,” Renjun adds.
“I’m a genius with good ideas, huh?” Haechan asks with a proud smile.
“Those were literally the most dramatic deaths I’ve ever seen.”
Hey hey! Welcome to Tumblr, coz you're still pretty new : ) I hope ya like it here. I was wondering, could I request headcanons for the rfa+v+saeran for an mc who's really insecure and emotionally unstable?(yea hi it's the anon from before with the same ask can mc's pronouns be gender neutral thanksssssss)
hihi! thank you! this isn’t my only blog but i appreciate the warm welcomes from everyone!( i always use gender neutral pronouns fr MC so no worries!) if anyone wants to know more abt me feel free to ask!
emotionally unstable/insecure MC
he cares so much
this boy wants to make you the happiest person alive
so when you make a self-deprecating comment he jumps on it
“YOURE AMAZING. YOU’RE CUTE. YOU’RE MY PRECIOUS BABE” he assures you loudly at first
after finding out that makes you feel guilty, he calms down
“babe, look at me. you’re the center of my universe. you’re not terrible.”
sometimes he sings to you
sometimes he just sits with you, rubbing your back and whispering loving things to you
gosh he’s so worried
yoosung just wants to see you smile, so sometimes he’ll say silly things to his LOLOL teammates to cheer you up
he’ll cuddle you and bring you things from a convenience store
but overall, he loves and supports you.
he would never give you up.
sometimes he catches you crying and mumbling to yourself
he drags you into your room(gently) and cuddles you until you fall asleep
this girl loves you unconditionally
she wants to take time off work for you but knows she can’t
when she has time she’s always giving you 100% of her attention
always makes you your favorite drink
she goes out of her way to take the best care of you she can
you start crying?
MOM MODE, ACTIVATED
wraps a blanket around you. makes you a hot drink. reads to you.
he knows the feel so he’s always so gentle with you
“MC… how was your day?” he always asks at bedtime
goes out of his way to make you smile every day
you guys have small dance parties and jump around
sometimes you’re just not up to it
he snuggles you
tells you tales of his adventures
he doesn’t really know what to do
kinda…awkwardly comforts you at first
not effective at all because his idea is comfort is kinda wonky at first
he slowly learns what makes you happy
always tries to do those things to see you smile
takes you on dates to fancy places, but it makes you feel guilty
so you guys just stay right at home instead
uhh hes kinda bad at this
he tends to watch until it gets bad
then he comforts you until you fall asleep
he doesn’t quite know what to do
but he tries
which means a lot to you
“MC… come here.”
he pulls you into an embrace and kisses your forehead
ALSO I CAN’T WRITE FOR V FORGIVE ME I DON’T HAVE A GOOD ENOUGH GRASP ON HIS CHARACTER…ah.. i’m so sorry!
if you ever need to talk drop into my inbox/messages at any time anon!^^
A/n: First I want to thank everyone for the sweet comments on part 1! I also wanted to thank @sharknadoslut for helping me out! You give me the confidence to keep writing!
So I am starting this auction off with Thor. This is pretty fluffy, and turned out much longer than expected. The reader will vary for each character. (I just think it’s more fun that way).
Feel free to comment or talk to me! And let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!
“Next person for auction, is the mighty god of thunder!”
Applause erupted from the crowd as Thor walked up on stage. It was obvious he was enjoying himself; smiling, waving, and winking at everyone in the audience. When the bidding started, the poor auctioneer could barely keep up. The more offers Thor got, the more showboating he did.
He ripped his shirt open buttons flying everywhere, and flexed for the audience. Who responded with loud cheers and whistling.
Kageyama turned his head to see two familiar senpais bounding over to where he, Akaashi, and Bokuto sat. He felt Akaashi pull away, but before he could comment on the action, the two new visitors arrived.
“Surprise, Tobio-chan!” Oikawa greeted, discreetly elbowing Miya to the side.
Miya’s lips twitched, but he smiled down at Kageyama.