cheer teammates

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

anonymous asked:

Klance, galra rescue, if that's okay with you??

If Keith doesn’t cradle carry an injured Lance at least once during the series then what even is the point

Hope you enjoy!

           Lance 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 problem.

           The Galra 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 technology.

           He massaged 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.

           A sudden 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 forward.

           “Lance!” he cried.

           “Keith!” Lance gasped, finally overcoming his surprise, only to be knocked speechless again as Keith dropped down and caught Lance in a tight hug.

           “Guys, I 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?”

           “N-nothing 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 Uveer okay?”

           “Yeah, 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.

           “Keith, 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.

           “Lance?” Keith asked, dropping back to his knees, sliding his hands under Lance’s head and back and lifting him up. “Lance, are you okay?”

           “Every time you try to break them, they do that,” Lance panted, muscles still limp. “I have no idea how to get them off.” Keith frowned.

           “Guys, can 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.

           “Hey guys,” 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?”

           “Yeah, we 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.

           “Just hold 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.”

           “Really? 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.

           “Yeah, he—” 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.

           “Stop 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.

           “Lance!” 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.

           “Get away from him,” Keith growled, low and dark.

           “Put the bayard down or he dies,” the Galra said.

           “If you 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.

           “Just a 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.

           “Let’s go,” 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.

           “Sounds good,” he murmured.

[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]


Originally posted by garisanee

Character(s): Reader X Minhyuk, Side!BoraXHyunwoo

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

Length: 4.8k

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.

“And she’s in!”

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Battles - Jughead x Reader request

Jughead x Reader


@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 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.

Try-Hard | 01

Originally posted by jjungkook

Summary: Yoongi asks you to help him photograph the university rugby team, and you’re reluctant until you see Jeon Jungkook in uniform. Damn.

Members: Jungkook, ft. Yoongi being a little shit

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut

A/N: Part one of my Rugby!Kook fic. Totally not inspired by imagining Jungkook in a rugby uniform. Nope. Not at all. (And a try is one of the ways to score in rugby. Heh, I’m punny.)

Part 2

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.

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Worlds- William Nylander

Originally posted by mymooddependsonhockey

Originally posted by pyatts

A/N: Two gifs this time because how can you not include the first one ;) Also I know this wasn’t my next request on the list but I wanted to write it while it was still relevant! There are a few mentions of sex/hickey’s but extremely brief! I also didn’t know a lot about Backstrom/Nylander’s friendship so it’s kind of brief too! I hope you guys like this one!

Request: Anon:  can i get a william nylander imagine because he won worlds?? and maybe have backstrom make an appearance because i love their friendship. thanks :-)

You sat anxiously in your seat, gripping the underside tightly as you watched Willy began the shoot out, it seem that you weren’t the only one anxious as many of the Sweden fans too seemed to hold their breath. You slumped a little when his shot was blocked but you tried to keep positive, they had four more chances and you had faith in Lundqvist to keep Canada from scoring.

You had traveled too far and calmed Willy down too many times to let it all get blown in a shootout, Team Sweden had to win and if they didn’t you seriously thought you might have a heart attack. You had seen a crushed Willy once this year, when the Maple Leafs lost to the Caps, and that was enough for you.

You held your breath again as you saw Willy’s teammate from The Maple Leafs up to shoot, you knew Mitch, in fact the two of you were even friends, you had grown close to his girlfriend during the Maple Leafs season and the four of you had gone on many double dates while you were back in Canada. But now Mitch was the enemy, as harsh as that sounded, and you had never wanted the young boy to fail more than in this very moment.

You followed his movements on the ice, doing your best to follow the puck as he finally shot. It was like life had slowed down and you were watching in slow motion, although that wasn’t the case when Lundqvist made the final save of the game. You were on your feet faster than anyone in the stands, your screams mingling with that of the hundreds of fans around you. They had done it! Sweden had won Worlds!

You couldn’t help the proud tears that filled your eyes as you watched your boyfriend tackle his goalie along with the other players, piling onto the man who had just become a legend. You hugged Alex excitedly, smiling up at him, thankful that you at least had him here with you, considering that being from the U.S. gave you very limited knowledge when it came to foreign language. You noticed Willy looking in your general direction and you smiled at him, holding up your hands excitedly as you saw the wide grin on his face.

As soon as the ceremony was over you watched as the boys skated around the ice, showing off their trophy, laughing at Willy as he passed by. You had no idea how on Earth you were going to get to your boyfriend post game but Alex assured you he had a plan.

You of course hadn’t expected Alex’s plan to be shoving you into the locker room right before the team came in. To say you were embarrassed when Eddie Lack and the first few members entered the room would be a severe understatement, but that of course went away as soon as Willy pushed his way through them and practically tackled you into a hug as well.

“Easy! I’m not as strong as your teammates!” You laughed as you quickly wrapped your arms back around him, gripping the back of his jersey as the excitement bubbled in your chest. You were so proud of him and he knew it.

“I’m just glad that you’re here.” He smiled as he pulled away and quickly pressed his lips to yours as his teammates cheered and ‘ooo’d’, clapping him on the back as your cheeks once again flushed red.

“And this is?” A voice sounded behind you and you turned around quickly, smiling as you saw Nicklas Backstrom standing behind you.

“This is Y/N.” Willy introduced you in English, which you were extremely thankful for considering you knew zero Swedish.

“Nice to meet you.” You offered shyly as the older man smiled at you two.

“You too.” He smiled, nodding to Willy and winking before walking away, you turned to Willy confused who shrugged, basically telling you that he would explain later.

You two exchanged a few more words before you ducked back out of the locker room, stalking off to find Alex so you could give him a piece of your mind about the little stunt he had just pulled in order to get you down there.

Your search for Alex came up empty so you decided to just wait for Willy. As soon as Willy was done with his media stuff he went out to find you, smiling sheepishly, which you knew meant that you wouldn’t be seeing him for a while. You held your hand up as soon as he opened his mouth.

“Don’t apologize, you need to celebrate with your team.” You said, watching his smile grow as the fear of being scolded or yelled at disappeared completely.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked with a silly smile as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You won Worlds, I’d say that’s pretty deserving. But what was that with Backstrom winking and nodding?” You asked, curious as to what his teammate knew.

“Oh… That. Well remember like two weeks ago when you first got here and we uh…” He rubbed the back of your neck and you blushed, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

Your first night in had been an eventful one, it seemed like the two of you were in a rush to make up any lost time, which had resulted in a very steamy night.

“Well he managed to find that hickey and he hasn’t let me live it down, curious as to who could leave a mark like that.”

Your cheeks had officially invented a new shade of red as Willy laughed at your face, though you felt even more embarrassed that his teammates had that first impression of you, this was also amplified as some of his teammates rounded the corner, waiting for Willy to join them.

“I love you, you know that?” He asked, as if you ever had a doubt in your mind.

“Yes I know. I’m so proud of you Willy, now go have fun with your team! I love you and I’ll see you later.” You kissed him again, hearing yourself surrounded by cheers once more which caused you to laugh and shove him lightly.

“Go!” You urged and watched him jog back towards Backstrom who winked at you again before the two rounded a corner, leaving you once more to hunt down Alex to shout at him.

Bidding on the Avengers (Part Thor)

F!reader x Thor

Read Bidding on the Avengers:

Part 1

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!


Originally posted by marvelheroes


“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.


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Never Be Fine

He’s fine. It’s something he’s had to say for years when it became quite obvious that Oikawa wasn’t special, that the only thing magical about him that made him normal was the name printed on his skin in a deep burgundy, stark against the pale skin of his inner wrist. He supposes he’d be considered special if his mark was. Soulmarks are rarely boring. As a window to the soul, soulmarks represent what one’s soulmate is like. No mark is the same, no name written out exactly alike. He’s seen the girls around school who have an entire limb covered by their mark, with intricate designs and an array of colors that could rival any tattoo one could design. He, on the other hand, merely has the words ‘Tendou Satori’ written out on his wrist in a simple print. Small enough to hide beneath a watch.

But again, he’s fine.

If he wasn’t fine, then that meant he was hurting, and if he was hurting than he would break and if there’s one thing that Oikawa refuses to do its break .

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to.

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The Kissing Game: Part 5

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.

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hellyeachi-hitoka  asked:

hello tia ;) I got this inspiration a while ago, so why the hell not to try asking for a scenario from the best writer I know because I believe you can :D How about Aomine scenario doing video streaming(or live video on instagram) with his little son while his wife is away for business trip or smth and all of gom members watch them. Theen, surprise! She's joined too cuz she missed them so much. Sorry if this too detailed, I can't help myself. Thank you so much❤❤

Hi sweetie!! Of course I can write this for you!! It sounds really cute and interesting! So i hope you like what I came up with !!! :D (Btw, from now on, any son Aomine has will be named ‘Daisuke’. because I’m too lazy to think of different names xD)

“Dammit.. how do you fix this thing?!”

The little boy laughed, a hand on his belly as he watched his father scramble to fix the camera, preparing for their recording.

“You’re hopeless, old man! You should’ve just asked auntie Satsuki!”

He growled, turning to look at his son, “Shut up Daisuke! She’s not able to come over today, and I didn’t wanna wait for her! Why aren’t you helping me?!”

He raised an eyebrow, both hands on his hips. 

“Dad.. You never asked me.. Besides, you’re too proud… and you only want me to watch…”

He blushes, turning around and sighs heavily when it finally co-operates with him. He grabs the basketball, throwing it at Daisuke, before holding a finger over the start button.

“Are you ready son? We’re about to begin.. And everyone’s watching!”

He nods, quickly running over to the laptop, making sure everyone’s arrived.. All the gom were currently online, as well as their respective families.

“Aominecchi better prepare himself! Daicchi will kick his ass!”

“D-Dad! Don’t swear-ssu.. It’s not nice!!”

He laughs, giving them a wink, before  running on the court,  slowly dribbling the ball.. He watches his father, who is in a defensive position, and tilts his head.

“Dad.. Why is it so important for everyone to watch us playing basketball?”

He frowns, unsure of how to respond… It’s true he wanted to spend some quality time with his son.. But he didn’t want to admit missing you so much, and secretly hoping you’d be watching with everyone else.. He shrugs, looking at the screen before looking at him again.

“You need to be prepared for try-outs son.. Just because you’re my son, doesn’t mean you’re guaranteed a spot on the team..”

Daisuke doesn’t like how that sounds, so he makes a face, moving slowly closer to his dad. He barely sees his mom from the corner of his eye, but doesn’t make an effort to smile. He knows you’re going to surprise his dad, giving him an advantage to score, so he narrows his eyes, determined to pass Aomine.

He doesn’t understand why his son’s demeanour changed, but he prepares himself for anything.. It wouldn’t do him good to underestimate his own son. Though he felt his veins throb when the rest of his ex-teammates began cheering for his son.. 

Tch..  They’ve gone soft..

He sees the opening, and just as he lunges for Daisuke, he feels weight jump on him, causing him to crash to the ground, as he looks at you with wide eyes. W…What… What were you doing home so early?!

His lips are covered with yours, and a blush immediately overtakes him, having remembered they had an audience. He’s too stunned to respond, watching as you pull back, giggling at his dumbfounded expression…

God, he was so cute!!!

“Nice tackle mom!!!”

You laugh, pulling your son into a hug, before kissing his cheek, grinning when he makes a face, wiping his cheeks.

“EW! I got mom germs!”

That seems to snap him from his daze, and he stands up with you, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“_-_____! When did you - ?”

“I got released this morning!” you respond, rubbing his shoulders. “I was going to call you.. But I figured you’d be spending time with Daisuke, and I didn’t want to interrupt that… So I figured it could be a surprise!!”

You wrap your arms around him, snuggling into his warmth.

“I’ve missed you, Daiki…”

He coughs, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head before returning the embrace, sighing softly.

“I’ve missed you too ____…”

‘A lot….’

There was a muffled cough, and it only dawned on him the livestream was still recording… With everyone still watching.. And that made the happiness he felt melt into one of mortification and anger.. He stalked towards the camera, preparing to break it, when his son jumped, grabbing it and showing everyone what he looked like up close.

“I hate to interrupt this touching reunion… But we wanted to see you get your ass handed to you by Daisuke, Aomine.”

He flustered, opening his mouth before you kissed him, giggling at the ever-growing blush.

“Sorry everyone!! I didn’t want to be OUT of the video!” you giggled, scratching your head, “Guess i crashed it huh?”

“Not really… You’re gorgeous as ever ____-san.. And it was quite funny watching you tackle Aomine-kun like that..”

He flustered, glaring at the screen, “S…Shut up Tetsu!”

“If all we’re going to see is Aomine acting like a shy teenager, I have much better things to do nanodayo.. It was nice seeing you ____.”

“OI! Watch your tongue Midorima!”

They heard snoring from the other end, making them laugh.

“You put Murasakibaracchi to sleep Aominecchi!! You should’ve started sooner!”

he growled, “I’m gonna kill you, Kise!”

“Daisuke, control your moronic dad! i have to do that with mine!”

“SO mean!!”

He threw the basketball at  his dad, huffing at being  ignored.

“This is boring.. I’m heading to my room to nap.”

“OI! Get back here brat!”

“Let him go, Daiki..” you purred, leaning up to nip his ear. “I want to show you just how MUCH I’ve missed you..”

He blinked, before a smirk curled on his lips, and without a second thought, picked you up and ran inside the house. Screw everyone else. As long as he had you to hold,  to sleep with every night, he didn’t care…

He did have to beat his son in a one-on-one though… 

Sawamura Eijun and the ace number.

At this point I think Sawamura should be the ace, he deserves to get the ace number. He’s showing the results of one year of hard work.

Eijun worked very hard to develop as a pitcher and not only, he eliminated his weaknesses: before he had some moments of mental instability but now he’s solid on the mound and his stamina is good enough to throw an entire match; before he had poor control, now he improves his control and is able to land his pitch where Miyuki wants it,not only, Sawamura has increased his speed and now he has more varieties of pitches in his arsenal and he has been dedicated to it so in this way he becomes more unpredictable; if he couldn’t control the breaking movements of his pitches, now he has complete control by learning how to grip; furthermore he couldn’t get early strikes, instead in the last chapters he’s striking out batters calmly and before he was very bad at batting too but now he can make contact even if he still needs more improvements

He had to worked on his basis because he lacked them, he build his foundations, he is constantly told that unless he eliminates his weaknesses, he won’t be better than anyone. Because of this he focuses on the present, on being able to achieve his goals and he doesn’t take anything for granted.
He got over so much challenges and has gone through many experiences, from his first day in the team: he suffered seeing Chris not being able to play because of injury, he created a new pitching style, he went through a bad time (the dead ball during Inashiro vs Seidou match and consecutive negative effects, the yips arc), then Miyuki told that he didn’t pitch good at the Koshien but ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’ and he always showed us his determination, resolution and strength in adversity.

He has the ace’s attitude and responsability… after everything he’s been through, after his costant growing he can face any kind of situations, difficult and easy ones. He has the qualification to be the indisputable ace. And then he has a good attitude despite everything, he helps to increase everyone morale with his reliable pitches, he can bring optimism, everytime he entered the field the atmosphere surrounding the team changes. (Even if sometimes he was frustrated, jealous or what else -I’d be too if I were in his- he never forgets to cheer for his teammates, like when Kataoka replaced him in the 9th inning against Yakushi… even then he cheered Furuya and the other)

Look at the Seidou vs Ichidai match when he stops Ichidaisan’s momentum , no one knows what he’s going to pitch… mad, serious and determinated, but still able to do an incredible play. And just don’t forget when Kataoka says he’s sorry and acts like they already lose, the team accepts it and loses hopes, but Eijun brings them back to everyone because all of them are wrong, the game’s not over yet.

Well that time Eijun’s determination was a real badass. He said and acted exactly like an ace is supposed to do. 
(And now that also Miyuki’s seeing him as a true ace, I only wait for Kataoka’s realization).

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes

anonymous asked:

I don't get if I'm supposed to really like or really hate Oikawa Tooru.

oh oh oh OOOOOOHH

I am so going to use my chance and this is going to be LONG. very long. You’re warned.

Let me begin with saying that I understand what you’re talking about. When I first read the manga I found Oikawa…incredibly annoying, and no pretty design could make up for it to me.

Yet here I am, now, loving Oikawa with all I’ve got. Do ya wanna know why?:D

Do or don’t, I will take my time to rant about Oikawa Tooru anyway.

Because the thing is, the more you think, truly think about Oikawa and his behaviour and his attitude, the more you understand him. Let’s begin with what seems like a horrible personality. When Oikawa is shown for the first time, he seems like nothing else but a womanizer with a fanclub, constantly seeking attention, a not-too-smart frivolous guy who is there to get on the way of our protagonists.

This is what Oikawa Tooru is on the first glance.

But the more you think about it, the more you get to realize that he’s much more than that and that there’s a lot he hides behind all of his bravado.

I feel like the majority of people who dislike Oikawa, do that because of his attitude towards Tobio-chan in Junior High, which, I admit, made me kind of dislike him too. At the beginning. He is an antagonist who throws sand in a wheel of our beloved Tobio-chan. Annoying, right?

Not quite, when you start thinking about it from Oikawa’s perspective.

Let’s come and think about what Tobio is to Oikawa. It was said Oikawa is not a genius. Which means, he has to work his ass off and ALWAYS giveit everything he’s got, just to be able to simply compete against people who are. People like Tobio-chan, people like Ushiwaka-chan.

I can’t help but think Oikawa doesn’t only add the “chan” to his opponents’ names just to mock them, but also to remind himself they are just people like him, they don’t fly, they don’t breathe fire. They are like him, so he can be able to stand against them on an equal level. He just has to work more.

Except, no, he thinks he can’t. When he’s 14, in Junior High and full of insecurities once Kageyama comes into picture, comes there to take his place, just because he’s so ridiculously gifted, Oikawa is obviously pissed off. Angry and scared and bitter, because this is not FAIR. Why is that he has to work his ass off perfecting his serves, receives and tosses, working until it’s late and the sky is dark when there is someone like Tobio-chan who is so ridiculously GOOD just because he’s born this way? Why does he improve so fast even though he works less? Why can’t Oikawa?

In which Tooru ends up working even harder, almost to the point of self-destruction that WOULD take place if only Iwaizumi wasn’t there for him.

People hate Oikawa because, wow, he was 14 and almost punched Tobio-chan, but remember his face after he realized what he almost did? The shock? I don’t think Oikawa quite gave a thought for it back then, I don’t think he ever thought that it wasn’t Kageyama’s fault he was more talanted than he is. I think Iwaizumi helped him realize that and also that Tooru is not alone with it. That he doesn’t have to be alone.

And this is where Oikawa’s true nature comes in place, because Kageyama doesn’t look up to him for nothing. Oikawa is someone who learnt how to find a key to every lock, how to connect with everyone on his team. He learnt the differences, the special things for every player. Do you know how hard it is to understand the way someone else is thinking? How impossible it seems? Oikawa found a way to understand everyone. Wow, what a horrible guy. 

If Kageyama was trying to force his way of thinking onto someone else, run faster, jump higher, find a way to connect with ME, then Oikawa is the one who jumps higher and runs faster to connect with someone else. Kageyama thought people are there to spike his perfect tosses, Oikawa thinks his tosses are there to be spiked. And that he will do everything to make sure his toss fits the spiker perfectly. Oikawa makes everyone realize they are special. (mind you, I don’t only talk about his teammates. The girls from his fanclub made him cookies and what Oikawa does? he tries them, thank the girls and tells them that the cookies are GOOD.God what a jerk.

Oikawa’s tactics in volleyball sometimes are nearly mean towards his opponents, because he sees weaknesses, and obviously he uses it for his team advantage. BUT, Oikawa never goes against the rules. In the sports animangas we often forget that the antagonists, the guys who are meant to be horrible and meant to be defeated are just people like everyone else, who love the same sport and just happen to be on the other side of the net. Haikyuu!! reminds us about it.

Then, remember how Oikawa wanted so bad to mock Tobio after he loses? How he wanted to say that he can’t win by himself no matter how strong he is? It’s almost like he’s mocking his past self, because with this they are kind of similar. But then, Oikawa never does. Because he knows it’s no longer true.

But even after everything he can’t defeat Ushijima. No matter how hard he worked. No matter how much he polishes everyone’s skills and even despite the fact he was able to find a way to every player and draw out their potential to the limit, they are still not strong enough to defeat genius, to defear pure brutal force. In volleyball, you have to use everything you’ve got, but even that is not enough.

Yet what Oikawa does? Oh, he works harder!

Later in the manga he comes up with a new killer serve, which isn’t completely perfected just yet. But Oikawa never gives up no matter how hard things are, and always gives it his all. Always cheers on his teammates and reassures them when needed. Everyone.

And you know what, Oikawa doesn’t only care about his teammates? Later when Kageyama is confused and lost and can’t find a way to get to his spiker (aka Hinata), what does he do? Comes to Oikawa seeking advice. To that horrible horrible trashy character. And what that asshole does? He gives the advice to his opponent. To someone who is already a genius. He gives the valuable advice that will make this genius kid even stronger. Not only that, but from Tooru’s words (something like “little guy is the one who spikes the ball”) it’s obvious that he doesn’t take all the credit for his actions, because he knows he’s not the one who spikes, he acknowledges how important spikers are. Even though setters come with a pattern for a game, they would be nowhere without people who spike their tosses. He makes Kageyama realize this.

The last thing for now is the recent chapter. The chapter in which Oikawa admits he’s not a genius, chapter in which he almost sets the limits for himself. But then he doesn’t, and then Oikawa thinks that if he’s not a genius he will MAKE himself into one by working hard, by using all he’s got. If it’s not enough then he will use more. Learn more tricks. Do everything to be good enough.

He says that if you think you don’t have talent, then you will probably never have it. And this is the line I nearly teared up on because it’s so. damn. relatable. This is what Oikawa’s world is like. He KNOWS he lacks talent, knows he’s not a prodigy. So what? He will make himself into one. There are no limits as long as he practises hard enough.

And this, is why Oikawa is such an important character. He is there to make people believe in themselves even though there is someone better than them. Loving him, hating him…you’re the one to choose. But personally, Oikawa is someone I would endlessly respect because this guy deserves it.

Random thoughts (and feels) about Georgij

Putting things on perspective, Georgij is a male character who’s mostly and above all associated with his one-sided love interest – Anya – and I think this is also demonstrative of how much YOI overturned a lot of clichés.

It’s also saddening because, let’s be honest: yes, Georgij was shown mostly via his performances and his performances spoke especially about his unrequited love for Anya but there were other clues about his personality and his life that people choose to ignore, only to concentrate on the fact he’s a very tragicomically character.

Yes, there’s something funny in his exasperated way of suffering and showing his drama to the world but there’s a point in which the “comic” part ends and the “tragic” part begins. This guys is 27 (or 25, not even the anime and his official profile agree with his basic personal information, did this boy have a spell casted on him or what?), his career is reaching an end and one of the first things we knew about him is that he has always been a runner-up.

He lived, grew up and skated in Great Genius Viktor Nikiforov’s shadow for years, he had only one chance to shine during the current Grand Prix and he lost it in front of the world because he was so desperately in love he wasn’t able (and no one helped him) to get hold of his feelings and skate for the sake of himself, not for winning Anya back.

People keep on blabbering about how much he’s a creep and a stalker but he confined himself to put his negative feelings and his illusions in his performances, as a lot of artists has always done. I don’t see the problem. He loved her, you can’t suppress your feelings abruptly when a relationship ends. And it’s often not anyone’s fault. You don’t always have to think about abusive relationships, he probably was into her too much, she lost interest, relationship ended, life went on.

Except not. He was sad and heartbroken and so naïve to think a performance would have been enough to revive Anya’s love for him. And that’s all. He never stalked her, he never exited the rink to follow her after he was rejected again in front of the world. He simply hung his head in shame and apologized to Yakov for having fucked up one jump, JFC.

People commented that “Oh, look at episode ten’s frame, he finally let it go!!!” and they were all surprised but what did you expect? Feelings require time to change, there isn’t a switch you can turn off to end your love for a person. If Anya is a Russian skater and trains in his same rink, he even had to deal with meeting with her every single day and pretending he was doing fine – except he wasn’t.

But I don’t care about love. I care about the fact he’s 27 years old and has amazing skating skills – he was the only one to put negative feelings and drama in his performances, he’s amazing both in jumps and step sequences and he’s in tune with the music in the most emotional way ever.

Quoting Yakov, we even know he possesses what Viktor lacks on ice: the ability to show all his feelings and skate in a very passionate way. He went all his way to Moscow to cheer his fellow skaters, even if he was mathematically out of the finals. He cheered Jurij, he admired Michele’s performance about his lost love, he was seen watching with interest even Yuuri’s performance – Yuuri who was trained by the same Viktor Nikiforov who was his unreachable rival for years.

I don’t think the anime staff thought about portraying him as a really dramatic character to this extent but fact is this poor thing received only two or three bouquets after two good performances, he was neglected by Yakov after having failed one jump while all of his hopes and illusions were being brutally slayed worldwide, no one hugged him, no one cheered him, even his teammates ignored him or laughed at his performance.

It doesn’t make me laugh, it makes me sad. Very sad. I’ve always hated the way some characters are destined, in the mainstream narrative, to be the inner joke of the series – as if there’s something funny in being left alone, because you’re not able to properly connect with people.

People are laughing about the fact Viktor’s now on ice again, so Georgij will never be the number one – and now there’s Jurij, too; so, he will probably finish in the third place. I’m not laughing. He’s 27 years old, he’s alone, people in both the anime and the fandom make jokes about him and now even a 15 years old teammate has surpassed him.

He skated and trained as much as Viktor and Jurij but he will get no satisfaction from his career, because the moral of the story is that it doesn’t matter how much passion and effort you put in the things you do and you love, somehow it isn’t enough. Somehow you can’t make it, you can’t reach your goals.

If Georgij will fulfil anything in S2, it will be probably something connected to his love life and, ugh… Yes, I’ll be happy if he’ll finally find someone who’ll loves him back but that’s not the point.

Love isn’t the only goal in a person’s existence and I don’t know what he will do when his career will end, since people choose to either ignore him or find him creepy.

I have a lot of feelings for Gosha, sorry not sorry. I’m probably over-projecting personal matters onto him but it doesn’t matter, I want only to see him happier and less misunderstood by people, that’s all.