#if he had won today… anyway. his next win will be a record.

[hauntedppgpaints]

jonathan quick is sitting at 399 wins right now. he's one win away from being the first US born goalie to reach 400 wins. only 14 other goalies in the league have ever reached that milestone.

[mehrsdigitaldiary]

Nothing Feels Better

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

summary- the legendary win. a win no one will forget

a/n- AGGHHHHH I'M STILL NOT OVER HIS WIN IT FEELS LIKE A FEVER DREAM FRGRGHSKFQWRJ. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this, I'm sorry if this is bad, I'm still improving🤍

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The atmosphere in the McLaren hospitality was tense. No one relaxed after Lando pit. Each and everyone in the hospitality was a nervous wreck, their eyes focused on the gap between him and Max.

You were sitting with Ria and Aarav, heart racing, praying to all the gods for no fuck ups. The safety car ended and the tension levels in the hospitality were at an all time high with Verstappen lining his car up almost next to Lando. Everyone was up from their seats. This was it.

Once the green flag was waved, Lando pulled away with ease but Max was well within DRS range. But with pressure from Charles and Carlos right on his tail, Max had to focus on defending his position rather than fighting Lando for P1, although the gap between Lando and Max kept giving you mini heart attacks with it decreasing and increasing every millisecond.

Lap 33 to Lap 56 went by in the blink of an eye. It was the last lap of the race. No one in the hospitality dared to move till he passed the last corner of the track. After he did, the entire hospitality emerged in cheers, mechanics running over to the pitwall grill and climbing it to cheer your boyfriend on his very first of many wins in Formula 1.

You however stayed put where you were holding Ria's hand, both of your eyes glued to the screen until Lando crossed the finish line. You were completely shocked. Your boyfriend had won the Miami Grand Prix. LANDO WAS A RACE WINNER. Now, everything was a blur to you, all you were thinking about was running to Parc Fermé and smothering your boyfriend in kisses.

Lando was the last to reach Parc Fermé. He got out of his car and ran towards the mechanics, jumping on them. Next he came to you and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, you crying into the kiss. You pulled him into a hug before he left for the post race interview, "I'm so so so proud of you my love. My future champion, I love you.", you whispered into his ears. Lando whispered a quick 'I love you' to you with a cheeky wink before he rushed for his interview.

"Lando Norris, how does it feel to be an F1 Grand Prix winner?" Jenson asked him. "About time huh? Fuck, sorry. But yeah, it feels surreal. I'm so thankful for my team, my family, my friends, my girlfriend Y/N who is right there for their constant support. I wouldn't recommend recording her right now she's a mess." he chuckled. "But yeah, a huge thanks tot the team for believing in me, I finally delivered to them."

Once the podium celebrations were over, Lando and you went back to his drivers room. As soon as he locked the door, he pulled you in for a long, messy, passionate kiss. "I'm beyond proud of you baby. it was always a matter of when, not if. There's so much more to come for you. My future champ." You spoke into the kiss. "thank you so much for supporting me through this baby. I wouldn't have bee able to do this without you. I love you babygirl." he said. "I love you so much more"

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yourusername P1 BABYYYYYYYYY 🏆🏆🏆 THE LOVE OF MY LIFE GOT HIS MAIDEN WIN TODAY. IM SO INSANELY PROUD OF U POOKIE🤍🤍🤍🤍 THIS IS ONE OF MANY MANY MORE TO COME♾️🧡

ALSO GOODBYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE TO "LANDO NOWINS" U WILL NOT BE MISSED

landonorris thank u so much babygirl couldn’t have done it without ur constant support🤍🤍🤍🤍

fernandoalo_official bravooooo👏🏼👏🏼

lewishamilton WELL DONE.

lnfour HE’S A RACE WINNER NOW GUYS🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

user okay but is anyone going to talk about how Y/N and ria fell when he crossed the finish line😭😭

— user that and how Y/N sprinted to climb the pitwall grill with the mechanics to cheer lando on 🥹😭

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Requests are open send in requests for fics and blurbs <33

[acheronist]

actually can you say more things about the octopus in detroit I have never understood it ._.

come here nonnie... let me spin u a yarn.... IMAGINE: the year is 1952 and these are our boys. noteable skaters include terry sawchuk (perhaps the nhl's most bonkers ass off the shits goalie of all time) as well as one of the most famous scoring player combinations, The Production Line (gordie howe / sid abel / ted lindsay)

nhl playoffs were two best-of-seven games series to win the cup, so the red wings needed to win eight games to win the cup (spoiler: they do win) but to support the team, and to represent the eight games necessary to win, two fans (who were brothers & also business owners in eastern market-- detroit's largest outdoors farmer's and grocer's market--) brought a dead octopus into the arena and tossed it onto the ice of olympia arena (which has since been demolished. rip.) for good luck with the series.

and, somehow, either by magic or coincidence or sheer ferocious dedication to their sport, the red wings end up completely shutting out the montreal canadiens during the second 4 game series and winning the cup. (2 games were shutouts, and 2 games only allowed one goal, which in and of itself was record breaking stuff for the league at the time). and then they also won the stanley cup again in the next year as well.

SO SINCE then, the tradition has evolved and grown and the octopus has become an unofficial mascot for the team, while also acting as a good luck token, and also as a martyred sacrifice to invoke the hockey gods' will to change the fate of the red wings when things look dismal, or we need a wholehearted change.

in the late 1990s when the team was a fucking dynasty of unbeatable freaks, the head zamboni driver was in charge of going out onto the ice and collecting the octopi corpses, and in a hyping-up-the-crowd move, he invented the Octopus Twirl wherein he would pick it up and twirl it over his head in a circle, which is objectively very gross and kinda eehhh :-/ by todays standards, but was cool and very fun at the time. so the nhl had to shut it down because there would be little bits of octopi corpse debris scattered and schlopped around the ice and it was technically a danger for the skaters. anyways people loved this bit though and so the unofficial octopus mascot was thusly named Al, after the zamboni driver, and we had this fucking thang ⬇️ that descended down from the ceilings during playoffs just so nobody ever forgot THIS IS FUCKING HOCKEYTOWN BABEEEEYYYYYY

also notably, when the joe louis arena (the team's long term arena after the olympia had been demolished) was next on the chopping block after decades of being the latest winning roster's home away from home, 35 octopi were tossed onto the ice during the last game as a farewell but also a promise that better things would come for the team. since the JLA was demolished tho, the teams luck tanked a lot and we have not been even remotely good for quite a few years due to UM, A LOT OF THINGS, WHICH IS ANOTHER ESSAY I CAN WRITE FOR YOU, but finally the team is getting genuinely competitive and fun to watch again. but regardless of this flop era behavior, there have still definitely been octopi getting tossed onto the ice because well... we love the team despite it all and always want the best for them !

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hope this helps mwah mwah mwah

[rubyreadd]

Mugello 2008... Tell us more please

Ok so, slight correction because I made a typo, I meant Mugello 2009 instead of 2008 because that's the year that Casey broke Valentino's seven consecutive win streak at the circuit. Kinda the most embarrassing typo I could've made actually, because the whole fic hinges on the dynamic of that win LMAO.

Anyway! What appeals to me about Casey and Valentino's dynamic how perfectly they match each other as narrative foils. Early on in their relationship Casey was fairly forward about how he looked up to Valentino as a rider, and Valentino has gone on record several notable times to talk about how Casey always pushed him to give his absolute best in a race.

There's also Valentino having a primarily Australian crew while Casey had a primarily Italian crew. Valentino having a love affair with his bike where as Casey saw it as a tool of his trade. Valentino being motogp's epicentre of extroverted charisma and Casey being a (somewhat self-imposed) satellite in the sport.

Essentially, Valentino and Casey are two sides of the same coin. Diametrically opposed and destined to never truly see eye to eye yet cut from the same fundamental cloth; a statement I'm sure would give Casey a baker's dozen more neuroses.

So how does this play out post Mugello? Well, the background context of this fic Casey and Valentino have been in a on again off again situationship that loosely involves a dom/sub dynamic. It's not something they've ever or will ever discuss but Casey uses Vale to claw back the control of the parts of his life that feel too big to hold and Vale turns to Casey to relinquish the weight of his myth.

Winning the Italian Grand Prix should therefore be an extension of gaining back that control for Casey. He's taken on the prodigal boyking on home soil, in front of a home crowd, on Italian machinery and won. He's put Valentino in his place so to say. But the fullness of the satisfactions isn't there; Valentino is a graceful loser, smiling at Casey on the podium, which Casey returns with aching teeth. His want is still ravenous, not even the weight of first place in his hands can satiate it. Not when Casey knows the shape of Valentino, fucked out and satisfied, underneath his palms.

But still, paranoia stays Casey hand. Much of his relationship with Valentino has been built on the load bearing pretence that what they have between them is about pragmaticism. Seeking Valentino out because Casey selfishly, wants, would be too close to an admission that Valentino affects him beyond clear-cut competitiveness.

It's a good thing then that Valentino doesn't share those same compunctions.

Casey begs off of team celebrations early to retreat to the solitude of his bedroom where he pointedly doesn't think about Valentino below him on the podium. He has the next race to think about, to win, he can‘t be distracted. Until there‘s a knock at his door.

It‘s Valentino. Of course it is. He‘s dressed non-descript, like he just rolled out of bed and came to Casey directly. For several moments no words are exchanged, but Valentino keeps his gaze, expectant, on Casey.

"You rode well today," Valentino says in place of a greeting, and that's all Casey needs. He hauls Valentino into the room and puts him on his knees, threads a fist through Valentino's hair and pulls, exposing the long line of Valentino‘s neck; the dips and curves of the tendons and muscles. Valentinos eyes are bright in the subdued light of Casey‘s room. His lips shine when he wets them with his tongue.

Valentino‘s hands come up to curl around Casey‘s thighs. Casey‘s hand drops to the waistband on his pants.

And the rest of the smut you‘ll have to wait for, for when I publish the fic >:3

What I can say about it though is that once Casey has had his fill on Vale on his knees, he puts Valentino on his hands and knees on the mattress and takes his true victory from Vale‘s body. Fucks Vale boneless into the mattress until Casey‘s name is all he can get his mouth around

The window is open, the sound of drunk and jubilant Italians filtering up from the street, and Casey yanks Vale‘s head back, stretches along his back and tells Vale to imagine if Italy could see him now. Their prince, bent at the knee for his rival. Their champion, come to an outsider‘s bed to be fucked.

Really, Casey is being very normal about Vale and their relationship. There is definitely no projection or internalised anything going on here. The only thing being internalised is Casey‘s dick in Vale‘s a—

[demigodsanswer]

TUAP Prompt: Through to magic of 2014 facebook video (or whatever the kids were using back in the day), Percy is able to prove to Annabeth (who has never believed him) they they were partners at SAB.

((goofy little thing I wrote in 15 minutes to put off cleaning the apartment. Annabeth Chase admit that she's wrong? Not likely))

Percy had taught Annabeth a lot since they'd started dating a year ago. He'd taught her what unconditional love felt like, which was pretty amazing. He'd taught her what a man needed to do to get her off without a vibrator. That almost felt better. And he'd also taught her about the absolute, unparalleled joy that came from committing to the bit.

And he'd created a monster.

Annabeth did actually believe him when he said they'd danced together at SAB. The timeline matched, and he remembered too many details for it to be a lie. It would have been a dumb lie anyway.

But she didn't remember him at all. More accurately, she remembered dancing with a boy who was not very good, and that simply couldn't have been the exceptional dance partner she knew today.

For a year she'd denied his story. It was always playful, just getting him him a little frustrated before giving up the bit and kissing him. She could tell from the smile and laugh on his face every time he said "We danced together," and she responded "no we didn't" that he knew exactly what game she was playing, and he now was playing it to.

Except he also wanted to win the game. And Annabeth hated losing.

"Look what I found!" He said, bursting out of their bedroom with his laptop in hand.

"What?"

He sat on the couch and pressed play. It was some old footage of SAB. There, in a black leotard and pink tights was Annabeth. And next to her was Percy -- scrawny and nervous looking in his white top and black tights. There were some muttering voices in the background, but it mostly seemed like some random documentation of their pas de deux class.

Annabeth had vague memories of this day. It was a week or so before she'd been pulled into the company. She remembered a different ballet master recording on an, at the time, high end iPhone. She also remembered that camera stuck on her most of the time.

She could hear Chiron's voice whisper to the person holding the phone. "Yes, her. Yes, I'm sure."

Annabeth had never put it together that he'd been there that day to film her, presumably to show her work to other ballet masters before they agreed to put her in the company.

The pianist started to play, and the boy who was undeniably Percy started to dance with her. He actually didn't look as bad as she remembered. She could see his clear potential. He'd certainly maximized it in the last decade.

"Well now that could be anyone," she said.

"Annabeth, Percy, can you step forward?" Chiron's voice asked from behind the camera. The past versions of them did as he was told. "Take the combination from the top, please. Everyone now."

"They're common names," she said, laughing through the lie.

"They are the two most unique names in the world!" Percy said, also laughing. "It's us!"

"It's AI," she tried.

In one swift move, he stopped the laptop of the coffee table, the video still playing, and he tackled her back onto the cushions, tickling her sides.

"I won! Admit it!" He pressed. "I was right!"

"Never!" She swore through her laughter. She was mostly not ticklish, but Percy had a way of finding all of her sensitive spots. It wasn't long before she was struggling to breath and aware that if he kept this up much longer, she'd pee her pants. "Alright! Alright!" He stopped. "I believe you! You win," she said with a reluctant smile.

He leaned down and kissed her. "You were such a beautiful dancer, even back then. I had such a crush on you."

"Great, I'm 0 for 2 on boyfriends not being attracted to sixteen-year-old me," she joked.

"Hey, at least I was fifteen!" Percy said, looking a little genuinely hurt.

"Sorry," she said, resting a hand on his face, "I didn't mean that in a serious way. I know you ... you're not like him, trust me."

Percy accepted her apology with a kiss, and then another. Soon, he was reaching over to shut the laptop, quieting the sounds of their adolescent dancing in favor of something much more adult. Nothing like him at all, she thought a few moments later, and thank god for that.

[mctna2019]

two dogs

He closes his eyes and slowly gathers his body. he can count his ribs from the pain without touching them. lying on side makes breathing a little easier. sometimes he saw wounded or sick stray dog huddled in itself and howling. but here is only his interrupted and irregular breaths that break the silence. howling is useless here. if the dogs understood what he said, he'd tell them that no one will help you with this, you'll only make others laugh. anyway, they called him a dog ,too. could this be the end of his life? he told the foreman to inform Yeon he'll back after 15 days, but is it really only 15 days? anything could happen. his body could have rotted in this prison before a week had passed. what is Yeon doing now? what if he dies? all the nights when he sat next her until she woke up, passes through his mind. repetitive thoughts consume him always and he has no choice but to resist. maybe one day he would get tired and stop trying, but for now his destiny is to survive. the river that killed his brother didn't swallow him. maybe he was destined to drown in another river of this life. the sound of feet dragging on the ground pulls him out of his thoughts. it doesn't take much light to recognize him. it's Hwi. he doesn't expect to meet him here, the person who sent Seon-ho here. +I told him that he can't control you. but he said that any dog ​​can be restrained. Hwi looks at him without saying anything, indifferent. +the bruises on your face got better. if there's more light, Seon-ho could definitely tell that Hwi doesn't feel good about this situation. he knew him enough, even with all that had happened, better than anyone else. +how many more lives do you think you have? -what about you? are you scared? Seon-ho laughed, hollowly. he barely moves his body and sits down. -at least we're similar in one thing. +right , two dogs that barking for others. Hwi doesn't laugh, only his serious face became more serious. +have you seen Yeon today? -she's fine. Seon-ho doesn't want to notice Hwi's anger and short hesitation when he said those words. Yeon must have been fine that Hwi could easily stand here. +how about Bang-won? -I was able to win his trust. +sorry, that I can't run because of happiness, here is too small for running. Hwi's eyes subtly subjugates him. +why did you come here?did you come to visit me in that situation? Hwi doesn't say anything. +just go. -I wanted to see if you're still alive or not, I don't trust Namjeon for not hurting Yeon. +don't worry, you're still on deal with him, this process continues without me too. -he can't fight Bang-won alone. at least as you said, he needs you as a dog. +is that so? I thought he wouldn't sleep all night because of worry about his son. Seon-ho understands what Hwi said and he was right. Namjeon needs him right now. but if supporting Seon-ho would hurt his position, he'd never risk to save Seon-ho. +anyway, don't get your hopes up too much. Seon-ho said more quietly than the rest of his words, barely a whisper. +for now, at least for Yeon's safety, don't do anything against his orders more. Hwi nods. -hold your breath when you're being tortured, that way you can endure it better. +I know how to bear the pain. Hwi nodded in approval and once again he carefully looked Seon-ho. like someone who wants to record the last image of someone in his mind. after he left, Seon-ho lays down again.

[phillipcole]

Post-AGT Appearance 1248: The Doug Gottlieb Show May 16

The Cardinals won 4-3.  The Celtics won games 6 and 7, so my agent would decide I needed one more interview before the start of the next round.  He would choose today on the Doug Gottlieb Show, second segment, first hour.

Gottlieb: Welcome back.  We have a guest on the line.  It’s Phil Cole of Phillip and Cole’s Variety Team.  Phil how are you?

PBC: Doing well.

Gottlieb: It’s been about 6 years since you were on the show with me.

PBC: Time flies.

Gottlieb: I understand you picked the Celtics to win the NBA championship, and you picked the other day when they were down 3-2 to do it.

PBC: No, I picked them months ago and happened to say in an interview last week that if they could beat Philly they would go all the way.

Gottlieb: Gutsy call; anyway the Miami Heat beat the Knicks rather quickly.  Shouldn’t they be tough to handle?

PBC: Ordinarily I would pick any team that won in 5 over a team that just took 7, but Boston has momentum and tradition.

Gottlieb: What about the Lakers.  That’s quite a tradition too.

PBC: A tradition that includes losing to the Celtics in the finals.

Gottlieb: too true.  Now in the past you based your predictions on snowfall, primaries, anything like that this year?

PBC: No, I heard the Celtics got off to a fast start and figured they had the inspiration other teams don’t have.

Gottlieb: Did you hear that Lebron James broke Jabbar’s scoring record?

PBC: Yes, is he getting close in field goals too?

Gottlieb: A ways to go yet.

PBC: Jan Stenerud is hard to crack.

Gottlieb: Stenerud ha ha ha.

PBC: You get 34 points for a field goal in football, but only 2 in basketball.  They decided to even the score.

Gottlieb: Ha ha ha now uhh, I know you only have a few minutes to spend with us.

PBC: I’ve got lots of time.  My agent doesn’t want me to talk too much.

Gottlieb: I see, now the other night American League umpire Don Denkinger passed away and you said because he missed a call in a world series that didn’t involve the Red Sox or Yankees you don’t care.

PBC: That’s right!  I was a passionate Red Sox fan for 30 years and I don’t want the Yankees to win even a spring training game for the next few hundred years at least.

Gottlieb: Wow!  So, for 7 years now you’ve been telling us which recently dead celebrity is not the one who makes Phillip sick.

PBC: It’s 9 years.

Gottlieb: My mistake; do you ever get tired of doing that.

PBC: Yes.

Gottlieb: Do you ever wish you hadn’t started that running gag the first place?

PBC: No!  Without that I might still be stocking shelves at Target.

Gottlieb: Good, one minute left; tell us about your upcoming movie.

PBC: It’s called Demon Dress, out August 25.  In the 1960s an artist on LSD watches a horror movie at the drive in, puts paint on a little black dress.  He stumbles through a career as an artist.  When he dies his daughter auctions off his unsold products.  A fashion designer buys the dress and every woman who puts it on becomes a crazed killer.

Gottlieb: Wow!  When is it due?

PBC: In theaters everywhere August 25.

Gottlieb: Thanks, Phil.  It’s been great.

PBC: My pleasure.

Gottlieb: That’s Phil Cole.  I’m Doug Gottlieb.  I’ll be right back.

[mae-dwrites]

Taking Flight - Chapter 11 - Our Winnings

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“Since Paris doesn't want us, we'll just go to the Moon, just like in Jules Verne's book!” M. Pigeon cried as he and his pigeons took the Effiel Tower up. Ladybug and Chat Noir follow him with Ladybug’s yo-yo connected to the Eiffel Tower.

“And how do you figure you'll breathe in space, birdbrain?” Chat Noir called at him. Ladybug looked at her Lucky Charm as she tried to figure out what to do.

“Come, my dear pigeons! In space, NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU COO!” M. Pigeon spoke to his dear pigeons. Ladybug’s face lit up as she gasps, she looked down at Chat Noir, “I know how to use my Lucky Charm!” Ladybug releases her yo-yo from the tower, “Let's bring him back to Earth before he hurts himself!”

From the ground Alya Césaire recorded the heroes, “Look at that folks! Cosmobug and Astrocat flying up to stop M. Pigeon for the sixty-forth time! They’re truly miraculous now, aren’t they? Remember the Ladyblog is first stop for all things Ladybug and Chat Noir! Alya Césaire live from Paris signing off!”

Ladybug and Chat Noir enter Gustave's office, Ladybug sets a book back down where she had retrieved it from, “There you go!”

Ladybug turns around to find Chat Noir with a yellow rose for her, “There you go! Oh wait you already said that.”

Ladybug’s frows come down, “Chat Noir, I've told you to stop bringing me flowers!”

“Yeah, I know,” Chat started. “When I tried to offer you a red rose, you told me that red symbolizes "passion", so you refused it! And I offered you a white rose, but you said that white stood for "pure love", and you refused it too! So now I'm offering you a yellow rose, because I've looked it up and yellow represents friendship. So here's to a perfect partnership.” Chat smiled contently displaying the rose for Ladybug.

Ladybug smirked at her partner, “Are you sure yellow roses don't represent jealousy?” Ladybug teased Chat, whose eyes widened with panic, “Uh- No. That would be blue roses? Hang on! No, purple!! Or was it orange?”

A fond smile falls upon Ladybug, she shook her head while chuckling, “You don't need to give me flowers! I already know you're the best partner ever, Chat Noir.” Ladybug grabbed the rose and took a sniff, “It smells really good anyway. Thanks, Chat!”

Ladybug leaves the office swinging down to Paris, waving to civilians before finding an empty alley just in time. She detransformed right after landing, Tikki zipping out of the earrings. Marinette reached into her bag and handle a cookie to Tikki. Tikki flies into Marinette’s open bag before Marinette breaks into a sprint through the streets, today her class would be informed if they won the contest or not to spend a week in New York.

Marinette almost falls as she rounds a corner but thankfully an advertisement holder saved her from eating concrete. Marinette took a moment to catch her breath, it was much easier to run at such lengths in the suit. Marinette glanced at the advertisement to see it was a Gabriel poster, with Adrien on it.

“Oh this must be from his photoshoot on Monday.” Marinette smiled at it, “That light green really compliments his hair.”

“Marinette, you'll be late for school,” Tikki said slightly peaking out of her bag. Tikki frowns at the poster, “I thought you were getting over Adrien.”

“I am! Adrien’s just been hyping up this line, he really liked it. And I’ve been waiting for it,” Marinette exclaimed. Did Tikki really think she was this shallow? “Not to mention this is Gabriel Fashion, I may not like him but he is a big designer. I study his work all the time.”

“You still need to get to school before you’re late,” Tikki reminded the dark-haired girl.

“Yes,” Marinette exclaimed and turned away from the poster. “Let's get going!” Marinette headed for school again. She came up the stairs and made her way to the library.

“There you are, girl!” Alya said pushing herself off the wall.

“Where were you dudette?”

“My parents didn’t know where I put a certain type of flour, I had to show them where it was,” Marinette rubbed her forearm.

“Okay well we’re about to watch our sock puppet video,” Alya said grabbing Marinette’s hand and pulling her into the library. Marinette frowned, “Why? We made it.”

“Something about appreciating our hard work or whatever,” Alya said having them sit near the front while Nino sat down in the back with Adrien.

“Huh,” Marinette looked up and they started the film. When it finished everyone clapped with M. Damocles and Mlle. Bustier.

“Truly a sensational student film, congratulations,” Mlle. Bustier said as she finished clapping.

“I must agree congratulations are in order,” M. Damocles stepped up. “You may have submitted it quite late but we are happy to announce that your class was one of the few that won! You will be leaving next Saturday after the gaming tournament, for your week-long stay.”

Everyone cheered and some squealed. Marinette lit up, she could go to New York, she already had plans on how to deal with being out of her city.

Chloé scoffed from the back, “Well I'm not going to New York . Have fun in that dump.”

“Actually Mlle. Bourgeois your father gave authorization for you to go. He was very insistent in fact,” the Principal smiled nervously but shrunk back as Chloé’s face turned a light shade of red.

“He what ,” Chloé growled out. Her classmates shared looks and shrugging their shoulders as Chloé stormed out of the library getting her phone out. Because why would she not want to go to New York?

“Uh…”

“I,” Mlle. Bustier stepped in, “on the other hand, regret to inform you that I can't come with you after all.”

Her students frowned and asked why.

“ I just have a few medical exams I couldn't reschedule, because... I will soon be having a baby!” Mlle. Bustier beamed at her students. They gave their congratulations and cheered for her at the news.

“Ms. Mendeleiev will be substituting for Ms. Bustier,” M. Damocles said earning him many students to groan and complain.

In the back, Nino looks over the Adrien, “Something wrong, buddy?”

Adrien sighs, “My father isn't going to let me go, as usual.”

Lila leaned back and, what looked similar to Nino, crawled over to them, “I'm stuck in Paris too! I have obligations because of my charity work, but we could see each other, if you'd like.”

“Uh,” Adrien chuckled nervously as he leaned away, “Thanks Lila!”

There was a strange hungry look in her eye that made Nino want to back away, and he was on the other side of Adrien. Adrien swallowed as he leaned toward Nino, clearly uncomfortable with Lila’s advances. Nino frowns at the Italian and opens his mouth the say to back up when Marinette shouts, “No!”

Marinette shuffles her feet feeling nervous and a bit embarrassed, her cheeks going red as a testament to that.

"I-I mean no! We made this film together," Marinette stands taller, in a way that reminds Adrien of his "Everyday Ladybug" comment, and he smiles. "Which means Adrien should come with us! He's our friend, and you don't let friends down. Just like in our film when Sock-Lafayette comes and helps his friend Sock-Washington fight for freedom!" Marinette's speech made some of her friends raise their heads high, some even nodding.

Marinette faces Adrien, looking solely at him," Adrien you're our Sock-Washington, you're our friend ! And as your friend, it is my duty to go convince your father to allow you to come with us!"

Nino cheers with everyone, and he smiled at Marinette. She certainly had changed a lot over the years. Nino glanced over at Adrien, who had a soft expression as he smiled at Marinette. But it was Lila that caught his attention, he was glaring at Marinette. Her face twisted in a nasty frown, it made Nino’s inside twist and his skin crawl.

Lila never looked at anyone like that, not even Chloé had ever looked at Marinette like this. Sure he had seen her send quick glares but this was, was…just pure hate . Before he could study Lila anymore Adrien took his attention away from her.

“Thank you Marinette, that means so much to me more than you know, but my father is a very difficult man to convince once he's made his mind up,” Adrien said looking a bit hopeless.

Marinette raised her head high with full confidence that Nino hadn't seen before, “Lucky for you so am I, and I never let a friend down. I'll convince your father.”

With that, Marinette left the library determination radiating off of her. Alya and some of the other girls followed after the Eurasian. Nino couldn’t help but feel proud, because despite Marinette always bragging about being a little older than Nino he always saw himself as her older brother. Nino grinned as his girlfriend followed the girl almost slack-jawed.

“Whoa,” the word came out airily beside Nino. Nino looked to see Adrien staring after Marinette eyes wide as saucers, and dare he say it, looking star-struck.

Oh, Alya was gonna love it when he told her.

•

“Adrien? Your friend? Since when!” Alya said at the lunch table, face bewildered. Because this can’t be the same Marinette she knows. Marinette doesn’t give up! Marinette has never given up before, not really at least.

“Yes, my friend,” Marinette stated twirling some noodles on her fork. “It’s high time I get over him, I was way over the top with everything about and surrounding him.”

Alix laughed, “No kidding.”

Marinette frowned at Alix who only shrugged at her and put her hands up, but she didn’t lose her sly face. Marinette sighed, “Besides thinking of him as just a friend has helped me talk to him lately. If I focus on purely being his friend then I’m not a hot mess around him.”

Alya opened her mouth to say something but Marinette put her hand up, “Also, I don’t like how it’s shaped other people’s views of me. To some people around the school I’m just “the girl who's obsessed with Adrien.” Do you know how embarrassing that is? I’m seen as just another fangirl by most of them! Only some of them take in the fact that I’m in his class so I “have to know better than the other girls.,”” Marinette took a moment, clearly holding back a sigh. “It’s-it’s, it feels degrading in some ways…”

Alya blinked at Marinette, where was this coming from? Marinette did overthink sometimes but it’s not like it hit her too hard. Did it?

Marinette sighed, “Not to mention I’m dating Luka, and he’s dating Kagami. Whom I am now friends with. It’s not fair to either of them if I keep harboring my feelings for Adrien like this. Luka deserves better than that, and it feels like I’m slapping Juleka in the face mooning over Adrien while dating her twin.”

Juleka puts a comforting hand on Marinette’s shoulder and murmurs something to her that Alya can’t hear. Alya looked down at her sandwich, she hadn’t really thought about that. She frowned and looked up at Marinette, “But are you sure you'll be fine spending a week with him in New York?”

Marinette gave her a confused look, and so did some of the other girls. Do they not get it? Sure Marinette was moving on from Adrien, but she still looked at him as if he was the prettiest star in the sky. Alya sighed, “You know forget I said anything. I’m sorry.”

Alya slumped against her seat, as Marinette finished her bite of noodles. Marinette stared at her food before she gasped and put her face in her hands. Alya looked at her, maybe she realized that she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“I have to convince his dad,” Marinette groaned as she dragged her hands down her face. Alya chuckled at the girl, “Hey don’t worry, like we said we’ll come with and make a scene if we have to.”

Marinette looked at Alya gratefully, “Thanks.”

•

Kagami frowned under her helmet. Something was wrong with Adrien, he wasn’t giving his best performance during practice. She took a deep breath before rounding the corner, Adrien sat on a bench mopping. Kagami couldn’t help the small smile that came on her face, he was always cute when he pouted.

Kagami took a seat next to him, “What is bothering you, Adrien?”

“All of my friends are going to New York after the gaming tournament. I wish I could go with them, Marinette’s going to try and get Father to allow me to go but I don’t think he will.” Adrien’s shoulders sagged down more, if that was even possible.

Kagami took her helmet off, “Well considering that Marinette has convinced my mother to allow me to have more outings with her and dates with you, I have no doubt you will end up on that trip. If not however I will be sad that you don’t get to go with your friends but will be happy that we get more time together.”

Kagami gave a kiss on the cheek, “I will see you for our date tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow Kagami,” Adrien reached where Kagami kissed his cheek and sighed.

☾•☽

Marinette’s insides were on the verge of exploding, not like a bloated balloon but more like an over-filling with water one.

There was no way this was going to work, this was Gabriel Agreste , the biggest fashion designer in this corner of the world. This man once he had decided something was not easily swayed. While Marinette still admired his work she had grown to dislike him as a person overall, she respected him as an adult and man of fashion. Just his treatment of Adrien had scrubbed off that feeling of whoa when she had been around him.

But the fear of the man was something that would probably never fade.

Gabriel was a very influential man, mostly in sections of the world as he wasn’t Style Queen level. That didn’t mean he couldn’t ruin her life, he could blacklist her and then she would never be a fashion designer. But if he was feeling super angry or petty he might blacklist her from a number of things and the only thing she’ll be able to do is bake and she’d never have a life of her own.

Yes, she loved the bakery and baking in general but she didn’t want any sort of career or her livelihood depending on it. She wanted to create things that people will wear not eat! It’s not it was a bad thing! It’s just that that wasn’t-

“Mars!” Alya shook Marinette by the shoulders, “Breath, you’re spiraling again. Just breathe, you don’t have to do this. One of us-”

“No, I promised I would. I’ll do it, I can do it,” Marinette protested and help herself up. With more confidence than she felt she walked around the corner to where some of her friends were already gathered.

“Lila says she can’t make it 'cause she already told a homeless shelter she would volunteer this morning,” Myléne explained to Rose. Marinette bit her tongue, today was about helping Adrien not exposing Lila.

“Oh that’s so sweet of her,” Rose squealed. Marinette took a deep breath passing them as she walked to the doorbell. Because honestly, as if that pig would go within 10 meters of a shelter of any kind. Breathe Marinette , Marinette reminded herself.

“Is everyone ready?” Alya asked. Everyone gave nods and yeses in response, Alya turned to Marinette with a wide smile, “Whenever you’re ready girl.”

Marinette nodded and took one last deep breath to center herself, I got this .

She pressed the doorbell, the movable camera popped out and went in her face. She almost fell down but Alya and Nino helped steady her. Marinette smiled nervously at the camera, “Hel-hello! I am Marinette, one of Adrien’s friends from school, I have come with other friends to speak to M. Agreste abo-bout Adrien.”

The camera didn’t do anything or make a sound for a moment, Marinette looked over at her friends who all nodded their heads with reassuring smiles. Alya squeezed her hand and smiled as if saying everything would be just fine.

“Only Mlle. Marinette Dupain-Cheng may enter, the rest must stay outside,” Natalie’s voice came through finally. It made many of the students jump. The gate opened and the camera stayed out watching all of the students carefully.

Marinette took a shaky breath, Nino pulled her in a side hug and gave a squeeze, “It’s alright, you don’t have to. You can request one of us to come with dude. Dudette, I mean.”

Marinette smiled at Nino, “No she said just me. I don’t want to upset M. Agreste more than I probably already have with coming unexpectedly to his house.”

Nino frowned at the girl and opened his mouth to say something but Marinette pulled away and walked past the gates. The gates closed as she made her way to the front door. Once the gate was secured the camera went away, leaving the Dupont students to wait outside.

Marinette raised her hand to knock only for Natalie to open the door, “Oh. Uh, I mean thank you Mme. Sancoeuris.”

“M. Agreste is coming out to hear you out here,” Natalie nodded her head before closing the door behind Marinette. Marinette held back a frown, that’s weird. He won’t even offer his guest to sit down to speak with him, although he’s Gabriel Agreste he probably has things to do. Or at least he claims to Adrien that, Marinette fought to not roll her eyes at the thought.

A great man in the fashion industry but a terrible father.

Not long did Marinette have to wait for Gabriel Agreste came down the stairs, Dramatic much . Marinette smiled politely, “Hello M. Agreste. Thank you for seeing me.”

“You wanted to talk to me about my son?” Marinette had to appreciate that he got to the point at least, but it was very rude regardless.

“Yes, you-your son a very hard worker. He complies to your schedule for all of his activities even with the threat of Akumas. Also he stays as top of the class.”

“Yes I am aware of my son’s activities and how well he performs,” Gabriel interrupted. Marinette almost huffed but kept her composure. She felt Tikki sag in her bag with annoyance.

“Well, we have found out that our class has won the contest to participate in French-American week exchange. This year French students get to go to America for the week-long visit.” Marinette explained.

“I know how it works Mlle. Dupain-Cheng. Please get to the point.” Gabriel seemed to look down on her more. Marinette stopped herself from shuffling or shifting her weight, she would not show him just how uncomfortable she was. No siree.

“Well, Adrien works hard and does everything you do and expect of him. That includes helping in projects like our video for the competition, he deserves to join us on the trip to America. It would be beneficial for him to experience more of the world. It could help him in the future, especially if you plan for him to take over your company.” Marinette took a breath trying not to stim in any way as Gabriel became thoughtful at her words, or at least appeared to be. “He can practice his English along with the rest of the class, also the entire point of this exchange is about friendship. Something your son values just as much as he values you as his father.”

Even though you’re a control freak and treat him terribly , Marinette kept to herself.

“He tries to do everything you ask while also being the best friend he can be and an amazing boyfriend to Kagami. He respects everyone and tries his best in everything, and he did in our video project for this contest even though he believed you wouldn’t let him go and that’s what makes his friendship with us so precious. And since your son is our friend that means he needs to come with us to New York.”

Gabriel looked away from Marinette not really looking or seeing anything for a moment. His face became a frown and Marinette fought down the urge to start panicking, because if she started spiraling then she wouldn’t hear what he had to say and then he could change his mind if he said yes and-

Tikki pushed against her leg from her bag, Marinette took a deep breath. Thank Kwami for Tikki, if she didn’t have her she would truly be a mess.

“And our friends don’t intend to leave without knowing we tried everything for Adrien to join us in New York,” Marinette added holding herself up. Gabriel looked at her with a trained and analytical eye, What is it with the rich having analytical eyes? Tomoe even has one and she’s blind!

Marinette swallowed as she tried to keep her knees from locking, she did not need to pass out in front of M. Agreste out of anyone.

“You’re the one who won my hat contest, no?” Gabriel asked after a moment of silently staring her down.

“Um, yes,” Marinette replied, confusion painted clearly on her face. What did this have to do with Adrien going to New York?

Gabriel nodded to himself, “And you somehow got Audrey to recognize you along with remembering your name. You’ve made a name for yourself with many people I work with and for.” Gabriel squinted at her.

“Yes,” Marinette was starting to become more anxious than she was a few moments ago.

“And by some means, you’ve made Tomoe Tsurgi, the most stubborn woman I know with Audrey to follow, listen to you.” He raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t wait for her to confirm, “You have quite the way with words as you do with fashion.”

Okay, this was getting strange, and Marinette was as weird as they come.

“What does this have to do with Adrien going to New York or not?” Marinette decided to risk it and jump right to the question. Gabriel’s eyebrows rose as he watched Marinette, and smiled.

“You are a hard worker, just as much as my son tries. You are an excellent example for my son, I have decided that he may join you and your class to go to New York for that week,” Gabriel said. Marinette almost gasped but needed to keep her composure. She cleared her throat, “You mean it?”

“Of course, I am a man of my word. But please don’t tell Adrien, I would like to tell him myself.”

Marinette felt her chest explode, but in a good way. She felt warm, proud that she had done what she promised Adrien. Marinette felt a lot of tension in her body release, she hadn’t even noticed how tense she had gotten.

“Of-of course! I will tell my friends not to say anything to him!” Marinette promised.

“I appreciate that Mlle. Dupain-Cheng,” Gabriel said. “Now you may you leave? I have work to attend to.”

There was just a slight cold edge in his wording but he was still overall warm. Well as warm as Gabriel Agreste could be.

“Yes, thank you for listening to me M. Agreste,” Marinette said turning to the door, Natalie was somehow already there.

“Thank you for showing your concern for my son,” Gabriel said as he said his farewells to the girl. Marinette fought to jump and twirl all the way to the gate, but once she was out her friends gathered around her waiting for her to give their verdict.

Marinette smiled at her friends, “M. Agreste says he would like to tell Adrien himself tonight, but Adrien gets to come to New York.”

Her friends cheered around her, Alya picked up Marinette and spun her around. Marinette wasn’t even on the ground for five seconds before Kim picked her up and started chanting “Marinette” which then some of her friends joined in. Marinette became red from mostly embarrassment.

“Kim put her down! You’re obviously making her uncomfortable,” Nino whacked Kim’s abdomen, with a deep frown.

“Oh I’m sorry Marinette,” Kim laughed.

“It, uh alright,” Marinette nervously laughed before taking a step back. Nino kept frowning at Kim, “Nino it’s alright. Really.”

Nino huffed before Myléne piggybacking Rose ran around them, causing everyone to laugh as they ran down the sidewalk.

Alya walked up to Nino as Marinette talked to Alix, “What was that about?”

“Nothing,” Nino grumbled. “Just Kim being unaware Kim.”

Nino took a deep breath before walking up to Ivan and Max and talking to them. Alya really wished someone would just be straight with her about some things. Alya sighed before Sabrina tapped her shoulder, “Do you want to get uh- get some lunch with the others?”

Alya smiled, she didn’t like how Chloé seemed to up and abandon the redhead, but Sabrina had started hanging out with them. At first, she was trying to get them to let her do things for them; Marinette, Rose, and Myléne had taken it upon themselves to explain how that wasn’t healthy. She stopped asking by the end of this week. She had mopped during the end of last week until she started talking with others in the class earlier this week.

She still mopped and tried to do things and work for them but she had learned to stop asking about doing their homework for them quickly.

“Yeah of course Sabrina. Hey guys! Who wants to get lunch with Sabrina?” Alya called out, they got many positive responses.

“Awesome,” Sabrina beamed.

•

Marinette twirled down the street, “I’m going to New York with all my friends!”

Her voice in a sing-songy way, she spun down some people giving her weird looks but she didn’t care.

“I’m going to New York with Adrien,” she beamed to no one but herself. She felt Tikki push her leg from her bag, Marinette opened it to Tikki frowning at her.

“As friends of course, seriously Tikki I am getting over him,” Marinette said with a sad frown. Tikki raised her eyebrows, or well they would have been.

“I am! Just two friends, going to New York, to have fun away from Akuma and duties.” Marinette said nodding at her bag. Tikki sighed, “Whatever you say Marinette, but what about Paris?”

“Oh, Tikki. You should know I have a plan for everything nowadays,” Marinette winked at her Kwami. Not noticing someone giving her a weird look from across the street as she did so.

•

Adrien hadn’t expected that after practicing his piano to eat dinner that his father would be actually joining him. Natalie didn’t tell him he was scheduled to eat with him this evening. Adrien couldn’t help but be nervous, did he do something wrong? Was he not doing well enough?

Adrien took his seat, “Hello Father.”

Gabriel nodded to his son, “Hello Adrien.”

He did not take his eyes off his tablet. Adrien took to eating as he waited for his father to say or do…well anything. This went on for a while Adrien eating in silence, it wasn’t exactly awkward or uncomfortable, but it wasn’t a comfortable silence either.

Finally, his father set the tablet down and looked at Adrien, “Your friends visited today.”

Adrien didn’t know whether to be happy or scared, but his body felt cold. His leg which was already moving nervously went a little faster.

“Yeah?” Adrien’s voice had a little crack to it, he wanted to fall out of his chair and curl into a ball now.

“Yes, from your class. I talked to your friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Gabriel went on. Adrien looked up at his father, Marinette actually talked to father? “She enlightened me about that trip to New York and your hard work. She is quite the talented and extraordinary girl.”

“Yes, Marinette is amazing,” Adrien smiled feeling a bit calmer. This seemed to be going well.

“Yes she is, has many accomplishments under her belt, and she’s only fifteen,” Gabriel chuckled as he took a bite. “Well, I spoke to her today, as I said and she made me rethink my initial decision. I have decided to let you join your friends on this trip to New York.”

Adrien’s eyes widened, “You mean it? I get to join my friends?”

Gabriel nodded, “Marinette made a good point, that this would be beneficial for you to practice your English with your classmates and it will be a good experience for you. If you are to run my company real-world experience is needed in any capacity. This does not mean that you get to slack on your work though.”

“Of course Father! Thank you, Father! I promise I will keep up with my work,” Adrien smiled and nodded.

“Don’t thank me, it is your friends you should thank,” was all he said before getting up and grabbing his tablet. “Now I have some work to finish up before I rest, finish your food and rest well.”

“Yes father,” Adrien nodded. Adrien was left to finish his food before heading to his room. Plagg flew out, “This is amazing. The cheeses of New York all in the new addition of Gentlemen's Cheese !”

Plagg picked up the magazine flipping through saying the names, “Blue Marble Jack, Cougar Gold, the legendary Monterrey…” Plagg was just about at the point of drooling, “All those wonderful American cheeses are just waiting for us to taste them!”

“Some of those actually sound like they would taste good,” Adrien laughed flopping onto his bed. He gave a sigh of contentment, he gets to go to New York. His friends made sure of it, now he couldn’t mess it up. Adrien just had to keep doing good and everything would be just fine, and then he would be in New York with his friends!

“Oh,” Adrien shot up. “I need to go talk to Ladybug about me not being here after next week. I hope she isn’t upset…”

“Oh I’m sure pigtails will understand, all the bugs usually are,” Plagg said as he ate a piece of Camembert. “You have nothing to worry about. Just tell her can’t be in Paris for that week.”

“But-”

“Hey! No buts, everything will work out. Just talk to her kid,” Plagg said flipping a page of his magazine.

“Yeah you’re right! Plagg Claws Out!”

“I wasn’t done reading,” Plagg whined as he got sucked into the ring. Chat Noir rolled his eyes, Plagg was always looking at those things. It’s not like he missed anything in them.

Chat Noir turned off the lights before heading out from his window. Oh that feeling never changed, that’s for sure.

[jaylinduran]

Hey, just wanna do a ramble about today.

So basicly I was with one of my bosses friends. She works on the production as well but we were there with her new baby and my co-star which is also her son calls her and they have their whole convo. Anyways after she tells me that he gets jealous when im with her. I had got so many ideas for some ways to tease him about it now. Next time we record is bound to be fun. For me anyways.

Ok so after we get home I sneak out as i always do to go and do my projects and get my kill counts. Cody has won for the last 2 fricken weeks and i have to beat him. No nightwalkers had stumbled into the feilds near my house though which sucked cause after I finished my work on my machine it ment I had to go find them. Sucks

I went to go find the nightwalkers just went across town to where they all huddle over by my school cause i dont know maybe walkers are lame-o's and like school. WHO FREAKING KNOWS AND WHO FREAKING CARES THEIR DEAD ANYWAYS!

Ok so on from that i went to that part of town and as im getting my kills i straight up walk by my friends house and we make eyes contact. I decided to push his buttons a bit and just kill one as he watched. He knows im winning this weeks i saw it in his eyes.

Thats basicly today though

[itsmykindoflove]

You know I’d be a better boyfriend than him, don't you?

Genre: cute

Words: 989

Disclaimer: none (besides, a cute younger bias)

Working as a boy group staff is like a roller coaster there are ups and downs: there are days you love your job and there are days you hate it. Today, I hated having to go to work.

Not because I hated the boys, but because I was tired, feeling like crap and especially because my date said he didn't want to deepen our relationship to something more serious.

It was performance day on a television channel and that meant we would have to stay in the dressing room for hours waiting for rehearsal and final performance, and only God knows when they would be called. I arranged the counter with makeup and hair products leaving everything ready just to use them.

Every company has a rule, but ours always asks to make them wear the clothes first and then do the hair. The makeup is always left for after the rehearsal, so the makeup stays intact and we don't have to redo everything.

The first member always slept when we fixed his hair, which we liked as it made it easier. Then the next member who played a game in his phone, another who read a book, another who was always writing lyrics and so on, until I reached the last member who always teased me for fun.

-Hello, noona. – he said excitedly as he sat down in the chair. -Please make me handsome today, huh?

-Have I ever made you ugly?

-No, never. But you never know... Today you have an ugly face; it looks like you ate a lemon. Are you ok? How is your little boyfriend?

I laugh in disbelief, of course he would bring it up, and I don't even know why I told him about my dates, maybe because he makes me feel comfortable.

-I'm good and I don't have a boyfriend anymore. - I started to style his hair with the brush.

-Really? What a pity. -mocked. -Did you break up with him?

I cast a scolding look in the mirror. We could be friends and talk about these things somewhere else, but it was work there and we were strictly forbidden to be friends with idols, just a good professional-to-artist relationship. That's how things worked backstage and how it should be if I didn't want to get fired.

-Oh I understand, it was him, right? -I looked at him in the mirror again and he kept an amused expression. I was his fun, I couldn't even curse, he was cute. -Bad for him, but good for you.

-I'll turn on the hair dryer, don't talk to me, I won't hear you.

I could hear his loud laugh as I turned on the device. It took me about 15 minutes to straighten his hair out the way the comeback concept called for. We had about five hairstyles for each member and we tried not to repeat them.

-You’re ready. –I said, giving space for him to leave.

-You know, noona. -despite being younger than me, he was taller and being close to me made him have to lower his face a little. -You know I’d be a better boyfriend than him, don't you?

-Get out! - I said pushing him, making both of us laugh. But the truth is, my heart skipped a beat at his playfully flirting. About half an hour later, they came back with the staff saying that they would shoot in an hour, which was little time and we would have to do their makeup in record time. I let another staff do his makeup this time so I wouldn't have to listen to his flirting.

They went up on stage, performed and won the “win” of the night, everything we always expected of them. We were clearing the room to leave, when they came back with the prize in hand thanking all the staffs and managers. It didn't take long before we, the staff, were at our own subway station heading home. Which was very rare, normally, show recordings would go until 1 am, and today we were going back at 9 pm. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I could see that it was his message.

“Noona, sorry about the joke today. It wasn't my intention to hurt you.”

"But I really think that guy is an idiot."

"And I really could be better than him in that regard for you."

"Anyway..."

"If you want to talk about it, you know where I'll be waiting."

I hesitated for a moment, I still hadn't gotten on the subway that was taking me home and I wanted to talk to him. So I took the train to their dorm. Nothing much could happen.

I went to our usual hangout point, a convenience store. And there he was, white sweatshirt bigger than his body and blue jeans.

-What’s up?

-You came. I'll get you some ramen, wait a minute. -I saw him come in, buy and prepare the food with such speed and delicacy not to spill it. -Here, enjoy.

I took a bite of the ramen and then asked what he meant by those messages.

-You know we can't have anything other than our professional relationship, don't you?

-I know, but I can’t command my feelings and, they are true. You know I don't like to lie.

-That is true. -I agreed while eating again.

-Noona. Just give me one chance to take you on a date, if you don't like it, then I'll leave you alone and go on with my life. What do you think?

-Only one date! – I said and he did a cute dance of joy. -And it has to be in secret, don't tell anyone or we'll be fired.

-Leave it to me! I guarantee you won't regret it.

-I hope so. Now tell me about this tv show you are going to record with Song Joong-ki...

[artzee-bee]

End of all things [1] | Chat Noir x witch!reader

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug (Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir)

Summary: Y/N had been Chat Noir’s friend and moral support for a long time now. Even though she had magical powers too, she never liked getting involved with akuma attacks, but now, as Hawkmoth’s gotten control of the miraculous of creation, she couldn’t stay indiferent anymore. She had to save her friend and Paris!

Genre: Mostly angst? A little fluff

Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of death/dying

A/N: This was requested, but as I was writting it, it got very long and I’ve decided to post it in 2 parts. I’m not gonna post the request just now, so as to not spoil the rest of the story but Part 2 will be coming out on friday!!!

Part 2

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Chat was pacing around the room, waiting for you to be done with your potion. You had heard from your parents that there had been a new akuma attack today, but as the news reported, the two parisian heros took care of the problem in no time. For this reason, Chat’s presence at your house felt unusual. Normally he would stop by when he needed to rant, when he was in need of comfort and reassurance but the fight today went well, so what could possibly be bothering him?

“Ok, I’m done” you said, screwing the cap on the little bottle and placing it on your shelf “Wanna talk?” you asked, to which Chat gave you a shy smile

“Yeah, a little”

You made your way to your bed, motioning for him to follow you. You got under your covers and passed him his favorite plushie, a cat to no one’s surprise

“So what’s up? Is it about the fight today?”

“Well no it’s more like a...personal problem?”

“Oh…”

“Claws out” in a rush of light and electricity, the infamous hero vanished before you, transforming into Adrien Agrest

“Well, what is it?” 

Adrien revealed his identity to you months ago. You first met him as Chat, but when you really got to know each other, he decided you needed to know all of him. Well, he needed you to know all of him.

You listened to him rant until way past midnight. Until you were both too tired to stand up straight, so you laid down in your bed, covers up to your necks, muffled stories told in between yawns. You listened carefully, giving him your full attention. He fidgeted with the collar of the stuffed toy and you used your magic to make 2 hot chocolates. Eventually, everything that needed to be said, was said. You offered Adrien to watch a movie, since that always cheered him up, but he refused

“It’s late and I have a photoshoot early in the morning. My makeup team will be angry with my dark circles anyways, better not make it worse” he joked

Adrien transformed back into Chat and you cast a safety spell on him, which you did every time he left your house late at night. He always teased you about being ‘too protective’, but deep down he found it sweet how much you cared and wanted to know that he would get home in one piece.

“Night Chat” you said, wrapping your arms around the hero

“Good night Y/N!”

The next few days went by quietly. You hadn’t run into Adrien at all, but you texted a bit back and forth. Sunday evening however, things took a toll for the worst. You turned on your tv, ready to catch up with your show when you heard Nadja Chamack’s voice doing the news report

“It seems as though Rena Rouge and Chat Noir are struggling to stay on their feet! They have taken shelter under a fallen bus, leaving Ladybug alone to defeat Hawkmoth'' your pulse skyrocketed. As you watched the screen you could see Chat and Rena off to the side, struggling to catch their breath. Rena seemed to be in pain while Chat was trying to help. Ladybug was using her yoyo the best she could in order to protect herself from the supervillain, who was wielding his cane like a sword over her head. The fight was clearly going in Hawkmoth's favour! You grabbed your jacket and ran out the front door and onto the empty streets of Paris, towards the Eiffel Tower, where the fight was taking place. 

People screamed at you from their balconies to go home, warning you about the fight and the danger you were putting your life in but you didn’t care. All you could think about was how they needed you. Chat needed you! Every late night talk and every inside joke shared between you two replaid in your head like a broken record. Behind Chat’s tough mask, his alter ego of hero and protector, was the fragile figure of Adrien Agreste. The young blonde boy who cried during romantic comedies, who liked to have his hair braided and forgot how to speak when someone complimented him. If you didn’t help, the heros would loose and he would most likely die! Alongside Ladybug and Rena who, even though you didn’t know their real identities, were still young girls. As you ran down the street, you heard kids crying inside one of the homes. You ran past but at the last second you heard Nadia’s voice coming from their tv

“Ladybug was akumatized”

You approached the Eiffel tower from the side, where you could see everything going on. In front of the tower, right next to Hawkmoth, stood Marinette Dupain-Cheng, dressed in a tight, dark red suit, darker than Ladybug’s. Black butterflies replaced the dots of the heroine's suit and the purple butterfly mask of Hawkmoth’s control was shining over her face. Marinette was Ladybug! She did, in fact, get akumatized. On the other side, you saw Rena and Chat, struggling to stay up right. They were obviously in a lot of pain and extremely tired, but Hawkmoth was merely mocking them.

“After all this time” Chat spoke up, but his breaths were shallow and rapid “I thought you’d know one thing about us! We don’t give up without a fight. Never will. Especially not against you” and with that, the two ran at each other.

“It doesn’t have to end like this, you know?” he said “We don’t have to fight to death. I wouldn’t want to have that on my conscience. All you have to do is give me your miraculouses willingly. The town will be safe, you will be safe! It’s the most heroic option you’ve got. You won’t be any good to Paris if you are dead”

You knew this was not just another fight between them. This was it. Either the heros won or everything they’ve worked for would be lost. Hawkmoth would win and get his hands on both miraculous and god knows what kind of destruction that would bring not only upon Paris, but the world. You focused all your energy in one spot in the air, right between where Chat and Hawkmoth were supposed to clash but before they could reach each other, you sent a wave of energy that blew both of them apart, like a bomb. Hawkmoth flew back into the Eiffel tower while Chat hit the pavement with a thud. Confused and certainly disturbed, both of them began looking around for an answer as to what happened when, finally, Hawkmoth’s eyes landed on yours.

“Aha, miss Y/L/N. What a spectacular honor to finally meet you!” you didn’t reply, instead you stood tall, maintaining eye contact

“I know a lot about you. Seen a lot. Felt a lot of your emotions. None of them can compare to the powers I’ll have with the two miraculouses. With Ladybug’s earrings and the guardian under my control, I’d say my mission here is almost over’’

“Y/N get back!’’ Chat screamed but you were too involved now to run. This was your fight too.

“It is time you give up Hawkmoth. Paris is not yours, neither are the miraculouses. We will destroy you, no matter what it takes!”

“Listen to yourself, kid! <<Destroy me>>? The most you can do is pull a rabbit out of your hat…” before he could finish his sentence, you snapped your fingers in his direction and instantly, the ground around beneath Hawkmoth and akumatized Marinette, fractured. From within the cracks, many tangled plants came out, encapsulating the 2 villains. You sprinted towards Chat and Rena, ignoring the signs of struggle coming from the prison of weeds.

 Alongside the two superheros, you hid inside a corner coffee shop, which was now empty.

“Y/N, you need to leave!! You are putting yourself in too much danger!” Rena told you, as she collapsed to the ground from exhaustion

“Stop with that already! I am here and I’m not going anywhere!”

“Yes you are!” Chat looked at you. His voice was calm and yet, his eyes were filled with disappointment “You are not a superhero. This is our job!”

“You need help”

“No we don’t!” Chat had never, in all your years of friendship, raised his voice at you, let alone yell “ You need to stay safe! You could die! Hawkmoth doesn’t care about anything if it helps him get what he wants! I am ready to take that risk. Rena is too” you both turned to the red headed hero, only to see her slowly nod “But I can’t allow you to take it”

“You can’t tell me what to do”

“I don’t want you to die!” he screamed again “I love you and I will never forgive myself if you don’t come out of this alive!”

Before you could say anything, you saw Hawkmoth and his minion, through the cafe window, cutting through the last of the plants and escaping your trap. You grabbed Chat’s arm and pulled him to the floor, from where you could not be seen

“We’re in this together now” you said in a stern voice, looking the blonde kid right in his eyes “Whether you like it or not '' this time, he simply nodded.

You stuffed your hands into the pocket of your jacket and pulled out 3 little bottles, containing a mate, green liquid. You had prepared one for each of the heros, now you’d only need two.

“Here, drink this!” You handed each of them one “Regeneration potion. Should put you back on your feet.” as soon as they finished drinking the brew, you could see color coming back to their faces

“Where’s Marinette’s akuma??” 

“Her necklace” replied Rena “It’s a gift from her kwami”

“Got it. You deal with Hawkmoth. I’ll bring Marinette back!”

Chat and Rena exited through the front door, grabbing Hawkmoth’s attention. He called out to Marinette to attack, but before she could take a single step in your direction, you had snuck up behind her. Using a simple invisibility spell, you managed to exit unnoticed behind the two heros. It finally felt like the fight had truly begun. From the corner of your eye you could see Chat and Rena doging Hawkmoth’s attacks while you, were doing your best to get your hands on the stupid necklace! Even though she couldn’t see you, Marinette seemed to almost always know what your next move was. She would expertly block all your attack and would keep you an arm’s length away at all times. Finally, you had enough and in one swift motion, you pinned her back to your chest, ripping the necklace away. A wave of black and purple took over the both of you and when it vanished, all you were left with was a half unconscious Marinette in your arms. You dropped her to the ground slowly as she was coming back to her senses. You wanted to talk to her but your thoughts were driven away as you heard Chat scream bloody murder.

On the opposite side of the platza, you saw Hawkmoth rip Chat’s ring off his finger, forcing him to detransform. The exhausted figure of Adrien Agreste fell to the ground with a thud. Hawkmoth had, indeed, gotten his hand on both the miraculouses.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n, tubbo and jack - we built a boat

requested: yes/no

this is part 10 to the great adventures series

you didn’t actually expect to be filming a vlog with tubbo and jack today, you were spending one of you last days away from home with lani at the beach, not knowing that tubbo and jack would make you join them. you ended up finding several rocks you liked and ran off to pick them up thinking tubbo would like them, so you put them in your pocket. whilst you were collecting rocks, lani was on the phone to tubbo letting him know you were actually at the beach if he wanted you to join him in the vlog.

“wait y/ns there? put them on the phone.”

“they’re in the water.”

“why?”

“ill ask, Y/N WHY ARE YOU IN THE WATER?!”

“I FOUND A ROCK THAT MATCHES RANBOOS BRAND BUT A WAVE TOOK IT AWAY FROM ME AND IM NOT LETTING POSEIDON WIN!”

“yeah they’re fighting Poseidon, where are you going to be? ill bring them to you.”

few minutes later you made your way to lani drenched in water.

“i fell…stop laughing!”

“im not!”

“you’re eyes are literally watering because you’re holding in your laughter, anyway look what i got you!”

you placed a clear quartz crystal and a piece of sea glass in lanis hand.

“thank you y/n!! wait this isn’t like your other rocks?”

“i know!! it’s clear quartz and sea glass. i felt like you should have it! i think it’s because i won the battle with Poseidon!”

“you fell.”

“shut up!”

“are you staying at ours again tonight?”

“think so… wanna turn the crystal into a necklace?”

“definitely!”

lani ended up taking you to where tubbo was, but didn’t tell you what was happening, you only found out when you looked up to see jack recording you and lani.

“hold up, guest appearance.”

“oh hi lani…y/n, guess what?”

you looked down to see the boat.

“oh fuck no!”

you walked away laughing, tubbo followed after you dragging you back to the others.

“they said they can’t wait to go on the boat with us jack!”

“how likely is he to be able to build this?? how likely are me and y/n going to drown??”

“uhm good chances!”

“of what?”

“lani, am i going to live or die?”

you laughed as lani walked away shrugging.

“tubbo how much money did you spend on this…”

“£50.”

“oh great i’m drowning today!”

you stood next to jack tilting your head as tubbo attached the sail to the pole.

“just remember if you two die, i’m in your will.”

“i didn’t write a will.”

“well that was your first mistake y/n did!”

“tubbo gets my rock collection, tommy gets whatever he wants just not the rock collection, ranboo gets whatever tommy doesn’t want, and you get what ranboo doesn’t want.”

a few minutes later you helped tubbo put the sail up whilst jack stood filming you both.

“this looks unsafe..”

“and muddy.”

“it’s unsafe and muddy but we’re trying our best.”

“jack didn’t do anything.”

“rude!”

you stood next to lani trying to convince her to go on the boat so you didn’t have to as tubbo tried to lasso jack. after being told no several times, you stood with jack whilst tubbo began to tie a figure of 8, you watched as tubbo began teaching you how to actually tie a figure of 8 using a really morbid story.

“…heh”

“why was that so morbid?”

“we like death on the tubbo channel!”

“i want to go home!”

“no!”

“okay!”

the three of you began to carry the boat out to the sea, however you crashed into something straight away.

“could be worse…could have hit a member of the public.”

“IM TRYING!”

“i can tell…it’s not good enough but i can tell.”

“…TO HIT SOMEONE!”

“NO!”

“my bad T bo!”

“what the fuck did you call me?”

as you were getting ready to go down the ramp, lani looked directly at you and tubbo who were now trying to push each other into the water.

“try not to hit little people in the water!”

“little people…”

“shall we waterproof up?”

you turned around a minute later only to have tubbo holding his phone up to your face after annoying jack with it .

“say hello.”

“hi there , please send help. i’m going to die!”

“ignore y/n, they’re just dramatic..i wouldn’t let them drown.”

you helped tubbo get the boat into the water as jack filmed the pair of you .

“it’s cold.”

“i’ve been in here before…i fell.”

“how cold was it?”

“very.”

“the weed of the sea is in my feet.”

“ew! what the fuck!”

lani noticed you had all let go of the boat and yelled at you all to grab the boat before it left you all behind, jack, and tubbo got in the boat, however you refused as lani kept yelling that the trailer was on.

“oh we’ve left the trailer on.”

“that’s what lani has been saying.”

tubbo got off to untie the trailer and you stood nervously laughing as the wheel fell off .

“i'm actually going to die!”

“it’s fineee!”

you helped jack get out the boat, so you could all fix the boat.

“he thinks we could be doing better.”

“i think everyone could think that.”

jack got on the boat first, then tubbo, who then helped you get onto the boat.

“off we go!”

for the first five minutes, the three of you sat yelling at each other what you all should be doing to make the boat go forwards.

“i quite like this.”

“we’re not moving!”

“exactly!”

soon enough you had figured it all out and waved goodbye to the others after they gave you a thumbs up.

“TO FRANCE!”

“so now what do we do?”

“pray.”

“heh?”

“to what?”

“god..say your final goodbyes we’re going to die!”

“hey that rhymed, you’re a genius!”

at this point the boat had completely stopped moving, however tubbo didn’t think this was the case, and began trying to turn the boat around as it was apparently going to shore, despite the fact you and jack were telling him you all hadn’t moved.

“so what’s the sail for?”

“i mean jack has a point you are paddling.”

“luck!”

“….HEH?”

“y/n you talk to technoblade too much.”

“i’ve been saying heh before i met tommy, what the fuck?”

“jack go up to the front, so y/n can sit next to me.”

jack moved and you sat next to tubbo.

“so how long does it take to go to france?”

“ahh you know, about 20 minutes.”

“how fast do you think we’re going bud?”

“on a, on a, on a train.”

“how would you get the train?”

“i don’t think the train can go across this..”

rather than answering that question tubbo decided he made a hit list.

“we’re going to just go through here.”

“…through where?”

“between the people.”

“NO!”

“you’re creating unnecessary danger.”

you and tubbo started bickering about why he suddenly decided that he was going to hit a bunch of people with the boat for no reason.

“fine you take control y/n!”

“tubbo you were going to kill them!”

“that’s just part of the sailing life!”

you just stared at tubbo shaking your head slightly, trying to process what just happened, then all of a sudden tubbo got up and put you in charge of controlling the boat. you were surprisingly good at it, which was lucky for tubbo and jack who were now leaning out of the boat claiming that they were hiking. they only stopped when the boat began to go faster and noticed you had no idea what you were doing.

“y/n is going to be the reason we crash!”

“yeah i will!”

“why do you sound happy about that?”

“eta france?”

“any second now.”

you decided to focus on making sure the boat was going where you wanted it to go, whilst the others yelled out to the sea occasionally yelling phrases in french as they claimed they could see the french. well you think tubbo was yelling phrases in french, however halfway through you were convinced he started just yelling things in a french accent as he revealed he didn’t actually know french, resulting in jack asking to go to russia as he knows russian.

“y/n, sail is to russia!”

“you know what i don’t wanna drive here you go jack it’s your turn.”

“I DONT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!”

“we’re sick of this shit aren’t we y/n, jack take that…you’re on the wrong side switch sides with us.”

you all swapped sides and you and tubbo sat with your arms around each other instructing jack how to sail .

“yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“thats good now turn us and we’ll be in the wind.”

“we’re about to catch the wind.”

“JACK MANIFOLD GET READY!”

you all swapped sides again and tubbo whispered in your ear, as you sat next to him, about making the boat capsize so jack would go into the water, jack ended up doing a lot better than you and tubbo did, and you all actually started going pretty fast. however, there was absolutely no way you’d get to land any time soon. you sat laughing with tubbo whilst jack yelled about how he was a fisherman, and that’s why he was doing so well and how he studied their fins so he could find out how fish swim.

“for a £50 boat it’s done us well, look we’re sailing, the water cleaned the boat.”

“we havent died.”

“im a little wet, but not too bad.”

“must be nice.”

“oh yeah you fell earlier.”

“how?”

“they were fighting Poseidon.”

“huh?”

“they probably found a rock they liked and went to get it but it ended up in water.”

“…yeah.”

you all ended up catching the wind and tubbo decided to make you and jack do reaction images.

“help girl, i don’t know how to sail.”

“okay jack your turn, drive and film.”

“hey look i’m filming and driving!”

“no film me and y/n!”

jack filmed the pair of you, tubbo had his arm around you to prevent you from falling out of the boat as you had a habit of leaning out the boat to touch the water. you had no idea what to do so ended up copying tubbo, the pair of you took off your hats .

“tips fedora…what do you want to name our boat?”

“tubboat!”

“no way..”

“THE TUBBOATS REAL NOW!!”

it was around now you and tubbo claimed you were all drifting out to sea, and to just let the wind take you wherever it wants to, whereas jack claimed the boat wasn’t moving at all. you pointed at a boat which was moving a lot quicker than you were.

“HES GOT WIND!”

“WHERES OUR WIND?”

“he stole our wind.”

“we’re stranded jack,y/n.”

you noticed lani and waved out to her.

“LANI!”

“jacks sailing, hes getting sailing tips from my cousins!”

“great can he take us to land?”

“no.”

“YO WERE ZOOMING!”

“i hope we don’t capsize..”

“why would we?”

tubbo looked at you and you nodded back at him.

“hey jack we’re gonna tip this boat!”

and with that the pair of you stood up and began tipping the boat over whilst laughing.

“SUCKER WERE STILL DRY!”

“tubbo i’m about to fall!”

tubbo grabbed your hand keeping you up on the boat with him, you both even managed to get back in the boat without getting wet.

“no, if i’m in you have to be in too.”

jack pushed tubbo into the water tubbo then went on to pull you into the water with him.

“NO!”

“IM FREEZING!”

tubbo helped you onto the boat first as this was the second time you ended up in the water, and you were quite clearly cold, he got on after you. you sat on the boat as he filmed the outro and jumped back into the water. once jack ended the recording, you reached out your hand to tubbo helping him back onto the boat. the way back to shore was you and tubbo clinging onto each other trying to warm up, and the three of you making shit jokes, and enjoying each other’s company. you even made a few more plans for when ranboos in the uk. few hours later you had said goodbye to jack and went back to tubbos house, tubbo let you shower first while he stayed with lani as she streamed.

“chuck your clothes outside the door, i’ll put them in the dryer whilst you shower. you can change into these.”

tubbo gave you a hoodie from his merch collection that would be dropping soon, along with your pyjama pants, 30 minutes later you sat with lani whilst tubbo went off to shower, lani ended up finishing the stream after 15 minutes.

“wanna make the necklaces lani?”

“i’d love to!”

not long later tubbo joined the pair of you.

“oooh tubbo i got you some more rocks, they're over there with your phone.”

you ended up making a couple of them into necklaces for him, so the the three of you had something to help you remember the day.

“y/n, i hope you’re enjoying your stay, youll practically be living here for a few month soon.”

“wait their parents said yes?!”

“what are you all talking about?”

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed v, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of jungkook x reader – est. poly relationship

summary: BTS have had a long, busy day. Heck, a busy week, preparing for 2021 Grammys performance and interviews. It’s finally over, and all Min Yoongi wants is to take a shower and sleep with his favorite person. There’s no one like you. He deserves some special treatment – some belated birthday wishes granted perhaps?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; domestic shower care (aww) and shower sex (hell yeah); feels and fluff; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, handjob / blowjob (with tongue technology), f-receiving oral, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; occurs the night of the 2021 Grammys

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: MYG asks JJK to fuck you, again, let’s keep this going, oop JK dyed his hair blue; based on real time.

–

"I'm sorry you didn't win."

"It's okay. It was a long shot anyway."

"Well, you are good at basketball, so you can make a long shot, easy."

A deep, raspy chuckle. "Next time."

Water drummed against the tile, the rhythm interrupted by you working shampoo through black hair, conjuring fistfuls of lathered white clouds. The head lifted a little and you were about to chastise him, but one look into those black-brown eyes and small sheepish smile looking down at you, and you forgot what you were going to say. 

"It was never about us anyway. We wanted to win so ARMY could brag about us."

You grinned, chuckling a little. "They always brag about you, Yoongi."

You saw something flit across his face, but he didn't say anything. You already knew. I wish you could brag about me. And you did, but not in the way he wanted, because he was Min Yoongi, SUGA of BTS, Agust D sometimes, and your secret all of the time. You closed the distance, a simple, sweet kiss in response to his wordless wish, I know, me too, hands curling in his soapy hair, smiling gently against his lips. Hm. You could feel Yoongi was thoroughly enjoying your wet breasts against his chest. 

Something hard was poking you quite insistently.

You drew back a little and Yoongi's hands circled your waist, keeping your hips to him.

"Thought you said you were sleepy?" you teased.

Yoongi grinned slyly. "I changed my mind."

You chuckled, tipping his head back to rinse his hair off, forcing him to close his eyes with a displeased grunt. You could tell from his dark circles that he was tired from the stress of the day, having to wake up at two in the morning and be ready for his call time at five, but he still insisted for you to come, still insisted for you to sneak around and be here when he came home. You didn't get to see Yoongi on his birthday and not during the weekend before either. He was too busy filming content and preparing for the Grammys.

You did send him a voice message of you singing happy birthday and he replied with, thank you, my love, instead of the usual, you would benefit from a vocal coach, which meant he missed you far too much to tease you. 

You carefully straightened his neck and Yoongi breathed out, raising a hand to push his black hair away from his face, slicking it back and exposing his forehead. 

Oof.

Sexy. 

Yoongi's eyes opened, dark brown orbs reflecting the mischief in his smirk. 

"You sure you don't want me to call the maknae?" he asked not-so-innocently. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. He knew what he was doing. 

Your boyfriend had posted a selfie this morning, only to be followed up by Jeon Jungkook’s adorable pose in a colorful fluffy flannel shirt on Weverse. Earlier in the week, Jungkook had cutely invaded and sang happy birthday on Yoongi’s celebratory live, and then put up a picture of himself on his post for said hyung’s birthday.

The absolute gall of the Golden Maknae. 

Needless to say, you were disappointed, but not surprised. Only slightly though. Jungkook was like that. A little bit – alright, a lot – of a naughty little shit that needed his cock brutally choked by your throat or pussy every once in a while. Actually, no, definitely both, just to be on the safe side. But this day was not that day.

"You said you wanted to be selfish today," was your calm response to Yoongi's question, reaching behind him to rinse off your hands, pressing your tits into his chest. Your eyes flickered up to his. Yoongi raised an eyebrow as your fingers trailed on his back, drawing small patterns. 

"Has he been a bad boy?" he chuckled, referring to, of course, the shameless audacity of your other boyfriend, well-loved and doted-on Jeon Jungkook. 

Your expression matched his, inquiring but already knowing the answer. A silent conversation between kindred souls that followed the same thought process. Closer, water gliding between your bodies, lips fitting against his, lightly nipping at his lower lip as if to say, we're both a little mean, Yoongi chuckling in agreement as he captured your lips forcefully. Hands all over wet bodies, pressing him to you and him reciprocating, hot water seeming hotter, steam getting steamier, kisses passionate and intense, Yoongi pushing you into the shower wall, not letting you get away.

Jungkook had known you were coming, but he wasn't allowed to attend this time. 

He said he was tired from the events of today and he wanted you to spend time with Yoongi alone because it had been Yoongi's birthday recently and they should definitely get special treatment during their birthdays, right?

"I want special treatment on my birthday, so I suppose hyung should as well..." 

"Ah, that's too bad, I was looking forward to punishing you."

"Noona...!" You could hear the shy pout in Jungkook's voice as it lowered, whispering into his phone. "Don't say stuff like that..."

You heard a sneaky cat-like purr in the background. "Say what?"

Jungkook started and you heard the violent rattle of the phone falling, followed by scrambles to retrieve it. Ah. You could see now why Jungkook's phone was taped.

"Hyung! Don’t... I thought you were still in the bathroom..."

"Mmm." You knew that what that hum meant. You've been on the phone for a while. And Jungkook had, lamenting that he wished they could have won the award and had a celebration live with ARMY and you had to reassure him over and over that there would be more chances and ARMY was already very proud with the nomination, yourself included. 

"Uh... do you want to talk to hyung? He's here..." Jungkook did not sound like he wanted to give his phone up. He was only asking out of politeness.

"No, Jungkook, I'll see him in a bit."

"She said no, huh?" Yoongi mused and then you heard the sounds of footsteps wandering away. 

Jungkook made a questioning noise, but you reoriented him rather quickly. 

"I want to hear your voice some more, Jungkook." You recalled the opening of the Grammys 'Dynamite' performance and his teasing, cocky nose scrunch. "Was feeling rather sexy during the recording, weren't you?"

"You saw?" An edge of excitement to his tone. "That was for you, noona," he added playfully. 

"No, it wasn't."

His faint, wicked snicker. "Okay, you're right, but I did think about you while doing it."

"Mmmhmm. What part of me? My smiling face or my warm mouth wrapped around your cock?"

"Noona!"

Alright, you did end up giving Jungkook a little bit of punishment, because neither you nor himself could help it. And at the very end, he played along, whining for you because he knew you wanted him to. Fuck, he was getting clever now, remembering all the things you liked. Stupid sexy Jungkook and his duality.

"Can't I come too? Please, noona?"

It took a lot of refuse his cute voice, but you did make a promise to Yoongi and you never broke your promises.

"Sorry, Jungkook, you're not allowed this time."

Reliving your memory was abruptly interrupted by two fingers sliding into your pussy.

"Excuse you," you muttered into Yoongi's lips. 

"What are you thinking about that's gotten you so wet, hm?" he drawled, dripping water down your cheeks and chest, kissing from your lips and up your jaw, slowly working his fingers in and out, your wetness thicker, warmer than the water, leaking down his knuckles. His voice in your ear, low and dangerous, making you fall for him more and more. "Thinking about me or the maknae?"

...

Min Yoongi knew you too well.

"T-That's..."

Couldn't think of a smart comeback, not with Yoongi's voice so sensual and invasive, staring up at the hazy ceiling while he sucked on your ear, biting your lip to stifle your moans, nerves lighting with shivering arousal. His fingers controlled, measured, focused on deeply penetrating you to graze your favorite spots, rubbing your walls and pressing his thumb into your clit, slow circles causing throbs of pleasure to glide through you. Yoongi knew all the places that made you weak, licking right under your ear to make you whimper for him, kissing and sucking up and down the curve. The warm water created a steady hum, background music for his dirty words. 

"Is that why Jungkookie ran so fast to the bathroom earlier today, hm? Mmm, you shouldn't mess with him so much. You should know better as his noona," Yoongi murmured softly, speeding up, catching your earlobe with his teeth and tugging on it, words slightly muffled as he continued, waves of heat flaring upwards with every thrust. "He'll keep teasing you, pretending it's for ARMY, and then when he has you next, he'll make you beg for his cock…" Teeth biting down, leaving a visible mark, his gravelly whisper sparking inhibitions. 

"And I'm going to watch you."

Fuck you, Min Yoongi, for always knowing the right thing to say.

Yoongi flicked your clit and you cried out, bucking into his hand, almost losing balance, but his left arm came up behind the small of your back and held you in place, strong and unyielding, orgasm cut short with your sudden worry of straining his recovery, but Yoongi already knew, cooing comfortingly in your inflamed ear. 

"I was dancing during the recording, remember?"

Right, he was cleared to dance, but still...

And again, Yoongi led you back into the proper headspace, kissing and nipping down your neck, tongue against your collarbones, stroking your side with his left hand as his right pushed in and out of you, building the pace and your needy gasps once more. 

"Shh, you're a good girl, don't move and nothing bad will happen."

A tinge of menace in his voice, indicating the double meaning, I won't get hurt and maybe you won't get punished. Only a maybe though, sending a delighted spark up your spine, pressing your shoulder blades into the shower wall, instinctively raising one of your legs to give Yoongi more space. You glanced down, but he wasn't looking at you, eyes calmly closed, soaked black strands sticking to his forehead as his pink lips wrapped around one of your nipples. Instant pleasure from his expert tongue, teasing the moans of his name out of you, praising him, fuck yes, Yoongi, so good, I love this, fingers filling you repeatedly, thumb knuckle grinding onto your clit, sucking on your hard nipple. You were so focused on the feeling that your torso froze up, head and hands pressed into the wall, back arcing as you came, pulses of ecstasy enveloping you, but Yoongi didn't stop, forcing another finger inside your tight hole, whines in your throat as your shuddering pussy sucked it in, still riding waves of aftershocks.

His left hand slid up and pinched your ignored nipple. 

"Yoongi, fuck...!"

You could only curse the gods that created the genius that was Min Yoongi, chuckling as he rubbed your left nipple, sucked on the right, thumb knuckle on your clit, three fingers fully stuffed inside you, so hard and so fast that his forearm was nearly vibrating. Too coordinated, too rough, too much, mind going blank, already orgasming, and again, and again, not stopping.

He was too good. 

Yoongi wasn’t going to stop until you made him. 

Your eyes rolled back, rocketing bolts of pleasure overtaking everything, entire body shaking and quivering with overstimulation, your own knuckles white because your fingers somehow curled into fists, moans rattling your chest as wave after wave of pleasure attacked you, pushing you to the brink of collapse.

"Y-Yoongi, oh, fuuuuuuuk, Yoongi!"

Your body made the executive decision for you, left hand shooting down and grabbing his forearm, gripping it tightly, gasping for air, making sure to keep his long fingers buried all the way inside, his hard muscle flexing under your palm. Fuck, so hot. Yoongi immediately stopped, detaching his mouth from your nipple, and you could barely protest, tremors thundering through your torso as your pussy spasmed and soaked his fingers with your sweet-sour juices, your inner muscles rapidly clenching and unclenching around him, his low moans filling your ears as he felt each strong pulse, stretching his fingers against your convulsing walls to amplify your pleasure and feel it all.

"Fuck..." Yoongi panted, leaning against you and your heaving chest. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you're wrecked." 

His lips on your temple, kissing you fiercely, grinding his crotch into your hip and revealing how hard he was as you tried to come down, tried to calm your heart threatening to pound out of your chest. You turned your head to face him and he was there, devouring your lips with rough kisses, pulling his fingers out to tug and pinch at your nipples with his knuckles, smirking at your submissive whines, your hands wandering down and gripping his length, leisurely stroking him.

Now Yoongi was the one gasping into your mouth, switching to rubbing your hard sensitive nipples to coax you to do more, switching your positions in the shower so his back was to the water. The two of you were only half-finished washing up, but neither of you seemed to notice or care.

You backed up a little, breaking the kiss, seeing Yoongi’s dazed expression as you lightly cupped the head of his cock in your palm, gently rolling into the slickness, continuing for several seconds before adding a little more pressure. He inhaled sharply, pleading for more with his breathing alone. His chin was slightly tilted upwards, black hair sticking to his forehead, pink lips slightly parted, water trickling in rivets down his neck and chest.

Yoongi noticed you staring and gave you his trademark open-mouthed smirk.

Who taught Jeon Jungkook how to be hot as hell?

It had to have been Min Yoongi.

You mentally took note of this image of wet Yoongi so you could masturbate to it later.

He cocked a brow and you cocked one back, challenging him. Then you dropped to your knees, careful with the slippery floor, and yanked his hips to your face so he blocked all of the water with his body. His stiff length smacked you in the lips and smeared pre-cum on them. You heard Yoongi gasp and you looked up, seeing him watching you, expectation and hunger in his dark eyes.

You smirked, tongue snaking out and licking your lips to taste him.

“Is my good girl going to do all my favorite things?” he drawled in his extra-low octave.

Your pussy throbbed at his domineering tone. You didn’t have to say anything, your scorching gaze alone creating that amused smirk on Yoongi’s lips. I know what you want. One hand holding up his cock, leaning forward, and Yoongi groaned in satisfaction, your mouth sucking in one of his balls, your deft tongue circling the other in loud, messy slurps, suffocating one while licking the other. You flicked your wrist back and forth, pumping his cock as you worked his balls, lips tight and pulling slightly, tongue flexed and slapping against the other.

You looked up at Yoongi’s dilated pupils, knowing that he could see flashes of your pink tongue against his balls, your hand stroking him slowly and deliberately.

“You’re so good, fuck… So fucking good at that,” Yoongi panted. “Every other man in the world is jealous that they’re never going to get to experience this.”

You popped your mouth off, making him hiss with pleasure. “That’s not true. I’ll give it to Jungkookie eventually.”

“Ah, he’s lucky that I picked him.”

You raised your eyebrows, you picked him, uh huh, I was the one stalking him on Twitter, and Yoongi nudged you with his hips, eyes narrowing dangerously, put my balls in your fucking mouth, and you obeyed, switching to his right side and sucking it into your plush lips, tongue snaking out to lap at his left one, now pumping him with your dominant right hand. He sucked in a breath, moaning softly, clenching his jaw as you increased to his favorite pressure and speed.

“Fuck, yes, make me cum just like this,” he snarled, as much a plea as it was an order, rocking his hips a little so he tugged on his balls in your mouth, forcing you to suck harder and lick more roughly to keep him in place, obscene slurps adding another layer to the song that was the falling water, Yoongi’s moans, and the rapid slap-slap-slap of your hand furiously jacking off his twitching hardness. You glanced up at him and he was observing you closely, drinking in every second of your mouth, hand, and spread-open thighs as you kneeled for him, water dripping off your nipples and ass, groaning your name, tone saturated with lust.

“Ah, fuck, I love you so much, you look so fucking good like this…”

You could tell he was getting close with how shallow his breathing was becoming. Tighter, harder, so devoted to the cause that you were whimpering to add vibration to the multiple sensations, drunk on the taste of his skin and the scent of his pre-cum right next to your head, needing it, wanting it, right now, your eyes telling him, please Yoongi, cum for me, want you to cum for me so bad, and he bit his lip, tense growl contained in his throat that morphed into a drawn-out wail.

“Fuck, now, fuck!”

You abruptly pulled off his balls and Yoongi gasped, startled and confused as you quickly repositioned yourself so he shot thick strings onto your mouth, painting your red swollen lips with drizzles of white, up your cheek and onto your nose, dark eyes wide as he witnessed his indecent mark on you. Like something out of a literal porno, your lips coated with glossy lines of his semen. You looked up at him, still holding his cock, sinfully triumphant.

Your devious smirk covered in cum.

“You wicked, dirty woman,” Yoongi breathed in amazement.

His hand was travelling down so you removed yours, already guessing what was coming next. You placed your hands on your thighs, sinking into the softness as Yoongi groaned, wrapping his fingers around his cock, pumping himself slowly to the image of your cum-covered puffy lips, red and white, upper body tilted back so your hard nipples pointed upwards towards him, squeezing your breasts together with your arms while your hands kept your thighs spread, wet pussy exposed to him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, so hard you could see the flashes of veins standing out through his fingers. “You’re too much, too sexy, come closer so I can use that mouth.”

You scooted nearer and Yoongi pushed his cock into your lips, moaning as he watched his orgasm smear down his length and disappear with each centimeter his cock into your tight, hot mouth, your eyes taking in the jerks of his shoulders and slack jaw, forcing you to take him all the way to the base. He was so turned on that you knew he wasn’t going to last as long as he wanted, but there was no stopping him now, already shallowly thrusting. You knew how to make him pause though, tightly tensing your throat muscles around the tip. Yoongi threw his head back, your name a desperate whine.

“Please, shit, I’m so fucking sensitive, fuck…”

Slowly Yoongi’s head rolled back and you took the chance to slide your tongue out, hands coming up to cup his balls, licking them in playful figure-eights with his entire length crammed down your throat, barely able to breathe.

You didn’t care.

Yoongi was in literal heaven.

Swearing, gasping, moaning, enjoying it for a good twenty seconds before fitting his right hand behind your head, tangled in your wet hair.

“Hold me,” he gritted out. “Hold me so I can fuck your face.”

You backed up a little to take a deep lungful of air, placing your hands on his hips. There was so much adrenaline coursing through your veins that you didn’t even notice that your knees were screaming in pain, completely focused on getting your throat ready for Yoongi’s abuse.

Your eyes flickered up to him, giving him the signal.

Yoongi grinned and began to thrust into your mouth. You adjusted your neck a little and Yoongi hissed, the throbbing head of his cock now rubbing against the roof of your mouth with every slide down your throat, rolling his hips into your face. You could tell he wanted to keep it slow, but his body craved the speed and he finally gave in, fucking your face mercilessly, fast and rough, nearly choking you but not quite, and that was the best part, Yoongi always knowing the edge, always knowing how much you could take, chuckling darkly as your moaned around his cock, trying not to dig your nails into his skin.

“It’s okay, do it,” Yoongi nudged, devilish edge to his voice. “Do it. No one is going to look there.”

Eye contact.

You sure?

He ticked a brow.

How many people were going to look at his ass? Eh, he was right.

You sank your nails into his hips and dragged them down, creating red scratches around his crotch.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” Yoongi gasped with your name, urging you for more, you clawing at his ass as he forced himself between your tight lips, marking him up, praying no one was going to ask why his ass looked like a cat’s scratching post, but it was doomed, your cries vibrating his cock, Yoongi losing control, lustful shudder as his cock jolted in your mouth, spilling down your throat. You swallowed greedily, puffing breath around his thick length, sucking a little so you could feel every quiver, his taste strong and salty, so delicious that your pussy pulsated with satisfaction even through it wasn’t being stimulated.

You felt Yoongi caress your wet hair, soft praises floating down to your ears. You licked him delicately, ghosting your tongue around and around the head. He shivered, exhaling hard.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well…”

You felt his cock soften. You did what any sensible human would do and took him all the way in your mouth to bounce his balls with your tongue.

Yoongi chuckled.

“You’re crazy.”

You gave him your gurgled response with his dick still down your throat.

“You’re right, I do love it.” He tapped your cheek. “But the water’s getting cold, so let’s finish this shower and get into bed.”

-

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?”

“What happened to my ripped panties?”

“From last time? Don’t know. Jungkook had them in his pocket.”

You frowned, working product through your wet hair. “I hope he threw them away safely.”

Yoongi looked thoughtful. “Ah, is that what he snuck over to Jimin’s room for?”

“What?”

He shrugged. “It would be a good cover.”

You gawked at him.

Yoongi didn’t elaborate, going back to daintily and dutifully applying his skincare.

-

Get into bed.

This wasn’t exactly what you thought Yoongi meant, but you weren’t mad at it.

“Fuck, that’s so insanely hot…”

You were kneeling on the bed, chin on the pillows, knees spread, hands on your ass cheeks to spread your pussy open so your boyfriend Min Yoongi could watch you flex your wet opening.

At least he gave you time to blow-dry your hair before ordering you around.

For the moment, you were staring at the headboard, keenly concentrating on the exact precision and force needed to open and close with varying degrees. Most of the time, there was no need to be this focused, but Yoongi had asked for a show, so you were going to give him one. You could hear him slowly stroking himself, panting with exertion and awe. The bed sank a little as his weight was added, coming up behind you. Anticipation zipped through your veins, heartbeat spiking.

“A-ah!”

You felt a cold, fine spray on your ass and back. The fuck? Then the scent hit you, sudden citrus mixed with a verdant musk and the base of pine wood. On your skin, it immediately morphed, turning warmer, almost smokier, different than how it smelled on Yoongi. You twisted your head around, giving Yoongi’s smirking face a startled look.

“Did you just spray me with your cologne?”

He tucked his tongue between his neat white teeth. “No.” Which obviously meant yes.

You narrowed your eyes. “You shouldn’t do that. Someone might figure it out.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow underneath his fluffy black bangs. “I’m sure many people buy and wear my cologne, including women. Can’t keep anything a secret these days.”

There was a twinge of arrogance and wistfulness in his deep voice, but before you could break it down and ask, what about me, Yoongi leaned in and shoved his tongue into your pussy.

“F-fuck, Yoongi!”

His satisfied groan trembled through your nerves, igniting arousal and causing you to clench around his tongue involuntarily. He didn’t have to say it, both of you already thinking it, keep going, but now you were gasping, getting wetter and wetter with the addition of Yoongi’s tongue lazily sliding up and down as your muscles contracted and relaxed, letting him feel your skill and power, his moans vibrating through you from your core. It was already slick and getting slicker, Yoongi’s tongue gracefully sliding through your folds, thrusting into your hole, your juices like honey seeping onto his greedy mouth, so fucking good you didn’t need to control it anymore, it was just happening, and it took everything in you not to shove your ass into his face even though you wanted to, because you didn’t want to make any sudden movements and accidentally hurt him when he had already worked so hard today.

Yoongi chuckled.

“Fuck you,” you hissed, knowing he could see the strain in your arms and the tremble of your hips trying to keep your position as he sucked on your clit.

He removed his mouth and you grumbled in disappointment, cutting yourself off when you heard the distinct rip of a foil packet.

“No, fuck you.”

Yoongi said it as if he was telling someone the time and not about to forcefully plunge his dick right into where his mouth was a second ago.

“Ah, fuck yes, Yoongi…”

He sank right in, stretching you out deliciously, sighing as your wet walls molded around his cock, familiar and wonderful. You finally had the chance to remove your hands from your ass so you could hold yourself up, relieving some of the pressure on your poor knees.

“I’m choosing to ignore your disrespect,” Yoongi purred, placing his hands on your hips and bottoming out, his balls smacking your engorged clit roughly, earning a low hiss from your throat. Your fingers twisted into the sheets, breathing hard as your body adjusted. He was asking you how you wanted it. You clicked your tongue and turned your head back, seeing him watching you closely under his black hair shadowing his dark brown eyes.

“What a nice guy,” you remarked in a cool, defiant tone, borderline bored.

Come on, Yoongi, mess me up.

His lips curved into that devious, open-mouthed smirk you loved so much.

“Mhm.”

He slid out and slapped his crotch into your ass, hard.

“Yes, Yoongi, fuck!”

Your nails sank into your palms and you shoved your fists into the sheets, locking your upper body so you could push back into his rough thrusts, pleased grin on your lips, his perfect cock filling you over and over again, core tensed tight to feel all of him, the thick head forcing its way deep inside slick velvet, the rock-hard length twitching against each ridge, his balls bouncing against your inflamed clit, so full, so good, so intense that it almost hurt.

It wasn’t enough.

Panting hard, chest shuddering, you reached up and planted a hand flat against the headboard and clenched your jaw, bucking back into Yoongi’s crotch. His voice was mind-numbingly deep, full of desire and danger.

“Harder it is, my love.”

You smirked, then gasped as you felt the hot sting of Yoongi’s palm on your ass, the sound reverting against the apartment walls. He didn’t stop, fucking you hard into the bed and slapping your ass as you kept up with his pace, doing half the work for him so he could focus on each sharp spank to make your ass bounce on his cock, the bed screaming for you two to stop, but neither of you noticed, completely focused on chasing wild, feral pleasure, Yoongi growling your name and you moaning at his carnal tone, soaking his skin with thick, sweet-smelling juices, pussy violently massaging his length.

“That’s it,” Yoongi hissed, breathing rapid and shallow, ceasing his slapping of your red ass to seize your hips and fuck you even harder, digging his nails into your skin and marking you with his lust. “Feels so good fucking this perfect body just the way I like.”

Fuck, his voice, taking your heart and setting your world into lustful wildfire, no one like him, nothing like this, making you lose your mind and fuck back against him harder, the roller coaster climbing higher and higher and higher, Yoongi cursing under his breath, and you were so far gone that you almost didn’t pick up his words.

“Shit, Jungkookie would have loved watching you get wrecked by me.”

A low moan ripped from your throat, the thought of Jungkook’s needy voice and expression seeing you get pounded by Yoongi’s full strength, being told to watch and probably not being able to help touching himself, fuck, you wanted it, wanted Jungkook so bad at that very moment, wanted to show him how ruined you were, knowing he would love it, crave it, desire it, fuck, it was too much and you came hard, seeing stars, planets, fuck it, the whole fucking galaxy, fingernails curling into the headboard and whining at the sensitivity, body rolling onto Yoongi’s cock and squeezing it powerfully. Yoongi gasped out your name, grip tightening as he spilled into the condom, his length pulsating and twitching into your walls. You thought that was it, but Yoongi’s fingers snaked down between your legs.

“Oh, fuck, Yoongi, Yoongi, fuck!”

He roughly rubbed your aching clit with two fingers, forcing you to cum again around his cock, moaning loudly with every convulsion of your overstimulated pussy, viscous juices clinging to the insides of your joined thighs, completely defeating the purpose of the fucking shower, but neither of you seemed to remember that, Yoongi too busy using his last ounce of strength to push you to your limit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves and vibrating his fingertips against it, your eyes rolling back and spine clattering as another orgasm blasted through you, up your torso and straight to your head, numbing pleasure overtaking everything, arm going slack and forgetting to hold yourself up, hand slipping on the headboard, fatigue finally having its way.

Yoongi was quick to slide his hand up your belly and keep you up, wiry strength of his right arm balancing between your breasts to prevent you from falling into the bed.

“Holy f-fuck…”

The words sounded far away even though they were yours, the resounding beat in your ears being your pulse trying to catch up, nerves tingling all over, acutely aware of the tiny flinches gliding across your skin, aftershocks of a particularly explosive orgasm. Your pussy was still throbbing around Yoongi’s spent cock, locking him in your embrace. You planted your hands onto the bed and lifted yourself up rather shakily, taking the burden off Yoongi’s arm.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked, caressing the underside of your breast lightly.

You had the energy to raise one hand and give him a thumbs-up.

He rapped your ribcage. “Stop that.”

You chuckled, finding your voice a bit hoarse. “Why? You always do it in pictures.”

You heard Yoongi mumble disapprovingly behind you. “Is that why you do that? To make fun of me when I take photos?”

“Almost eight years of being an idol and you still don’t know what to do with your hands in pictures,” you teased.

He pinched your nipples roughly and you yelped.

“I know what to do with my hands around you,” Yoongi growled, rubbing them between his fingertips, your moans radiating off his walls. “And that’s what matters.”

-

interlude 20210419 drabble — “This is not allowed, you two.”

part vi “Shh, you’re not allowed to tell anyone.”

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vro0m’s rewatch - 126/306

2013 Indian GP

Seb can (probably will) win the WDC here. The only way he won't is if he DNFs.

It's foggy it seems.

Lewis is third on the grid. On the driver's parade truck Natalie Pinkham is trying to put a scarf/sari thing on him but he won't let her.

He says "I had it already, I just took it off!" he laughs. She asks why, "you looked fantastic!" (She herself is dressed in some kind of sari). Lol. He knows it's not okay. He says "it didn't feel mmhhhngg", she finishes for him : "a bit itchy."

I don't think that was the problem but okay. They agree the Indian fans are fantastic and he says he's happy to see so many people here but the stands are half empty and they’re barely making any noise. He says the crowd is growing every year. They already know they won't be here next year, but he hopes they'll come back at some point. Omg it's so cringe. She says "so you think you could come back in 2015? These guys would certainly like to see that," and then, louder, to the stands, "wouldn't you?" Nobody answers. Lewis says he really would like to be back, the track is really nice, he's had a nice week. The people are so welcoming… We hear some noise from the crowd now, maybe there's a delay, idk. Lewis encourages people from everywhere to come to this race because the hotels are fantastic and you're being looked after (I mean… you are for sure but you're a driver my boy). Natalie says Seb looked like he was in a league of his own during quali but can Lewis challenge him today? He says "naturally… on pure pace? no way.”

“But strategy can play a part today, obviously the start... we can possibly get him at the start, that would be amazing." But in the end he says he has a lot more grip than they do, it's just a different car, so they're gonna do what they can but basically his ambition seems rather modest : to give them a fight at the start and then hold the others behind. 

Okay so. Seb needs to finish 5th or higher but even if he DNFd or was out of the points, Alonso would need to finish in the top 2 to still be in the running so yeah. Lol. It's over. It's been over for a while anyway. 

Full quali report. Grosjean was out in Q3 because he went out on the wrong tyres and fucked up. McLaren got both their cars in the top 10 for the first time since Monza and decided to qualify them on the mediums, which put them in 10th and 9th. Ferrari and RedBull weren't sure what was best so they split their strategies. Alonso and Webber were on the mediums, Alonso is in 8th and Webber in 4th. Massa did better than his team-mate on the soft tyre and he's in 5th position. Lewis as we said is 3rd, while Rosberg outqualified him. Seb is on pole on the soft tyres.

Paul Di Resta seems to have been ill during the week as he now says he's feeling better, apparently because of some curry or whatever. 

Aha but Redbull is now hurrying to change some gears on Seb's car with permission from the FIA. 

We get a segment about world champions and records and such. In 2013, there's been 32 World champions in the history of the sport. Only 6 have won the title twice. Only 5 thrice. And only 3 have won four titles. Seb is about to be the 4th to do so. 

Also note that Seb has led every single lap raced in India so far.

Okay it's time. Formation lap. 

And they're racing! 

Oh my god Lewis has an incredible start it almost looks like he jumped it, but he didn't. He's already ahead of Nico. There's yellow flags. A few corners later, the two Mercedes are wheel to wheel but here comes Massa AHEAD OF THEM BOTH! Lewis is now behind Rosberg as well damn. At the end of the first lap, Seb is already 2.5 seconds ahead of Massa. Several cars pit, there must have been contact and punctures maybe. No, Ted tells us at least for one of them this was entirely strategic to get the soft tyres out of the way. Seb is told to box as well! Alonso gets a nose change. So it's Massa in the lead now, one second ahead of Rosberg while Lewis is only half a second further down. Webber got contact twice in the first lap, he's P6, Seb is P15, Alonso is P20. Remember that Alonso has to finish in the top 2 or Seb wins the title. Webber pits. Jenson pits. Amazingly the current top 3 is still out on the softs. Raikkonen is starting to struggle on this tyre so it won't last. Rosberg pits indeed. Raikkonen pits. Massa and Lewis are still out… Massa is called in. Lewis pits. It's all messy then I don't know what the real order might be. Let's see… 

So on lap 10, we have Webber in the lead (pitted), followed by Perez, Ricciardo, Grosjean and Sutil (who I all presume didn't pit??? But who knows). Then there's Seb (pitted), Gutierrez (not?), Massa (pitted), Bottas (?), Rosberg and Lewis (pitted), Hulkenberg (pitted), and see it's all messy I don't know who pitted and who didn't. 

Seb overtakes Sutil. Alonso attacks JEV who defends for P16. Rosberg overtook Bottas for P9 but Lewis hasn't yet. Seb is up in P4 ahead of Grosjean. Lewis is still P11 behind Bottas. Gutierrez is under investigation for a jump start??? I'd like a replay… Seb overtakes Ricciardo for P3. Grosjean pits, he was on softs, now on mediums. Lewis is finally up in P10. Took him long enough. Gutierrez gets a drive through for the jump start. We see a replay but as I don't know where Gutierrez is, it doesn't help me lol. Oh yeah OK, we see a replay from Grosjean's car that make it obvious now. He started early then braked and then went again. Anyway Grosjean pitting puts Lewis in P9. Then someone else must have pitted because the Mercedes are up another place. Ah it's Gutierrez's drive-through actually. 

Lap 20. Seb overtakes Perez for P2. He's now 11 seconds behind Webber. Alonso overtakes Gutierrez for P13. Oh it was daring, he's lucky Gutierrez moved over to give him room, others wouldn't have done that. Rosberg overtook Massa but went too deep to keep that position. Ohhhkay here we can finally have a look at the tyre situation let me pause. 

Alright. So Webber is in the lead on mediums, hasn't pitted yet actually. Then Seb, pitted. Perez, Ricciardo, Sutil, all not pitted, on mediums. Then Massa, Rosberg and Lewis, all pitted. Bottas, not. And Hulkenberg finishes the current top 10, pitted. Behind him are Raikkonen and Di Resta, both pitted and then Alonso who weirdly went from mediums to mediums actually? That's gonna be a weird strategy for him. 

Raikkonen is attacking Hulkenberg but locks up. But actually Hulkenberg might have gained a position against Bottas by going off track. Penalty incoming I guess? Rosberg is closing on Massa again and Lewis is in his DRS zone as well. But Rosberg pits! He's out in P13, ahead of Grosjean. Webber pits from the lead, he's out in P2. Perez also pits, out in P7, behind Lewis and Massa who didn't react to Rosberg's stop. 

We're halfway through the race. Grosjean is under investigation for swerving behind Gutierrez (the more than one change of direction rule). What's weird is that it's usually the one being chased doing that rather than the one chasing. Perez attacks Lewis but Lewis defends. Nope, he gets him in the straight. They need to pit him I don't understand why they kept him out it makes no sense. Massa pits. Lewis pits. They just kept them out for what, one or two more laps? That's stupid. Alonso also pits. Seb is called in as well. So. Webber, Seb, Ricciardo, Sutil, Perez, Hulkenberg, Raikkonen, Bottas, Rosberg, Grosjean. Massa and Lewis are 11th and 12th because their teams didn't react, that's so stupid. Welp it's not looking like a good race for Mercedes anyway. Alonso overtakes Jenson for P13. Webber pits. Seb is back in the lead, and actually Webber is out behind Ricciardo. Hulkenberg and Bottas are under investigation for that track limit issue earlier. Ricciardo pits. Seb is told to mind his tyres. Rosberg is up in P5, Lewis up in P8, no P9, he couldn't make his move on Ricciardo stick. Raikkonen overtakes Sutil for P3 while Alonso pits again. Pic retires. Webber is losing the gearbox HE'S OUT. It's lap 40.

Rosberg overtakes Sutil for the podium while Lewis is P7, closing on Massa. Sutil finally pits and is out in P9. Lewis is losing again on Massa. No further action against Grosjean for swerving around. Raikkonen is told to save fuel. Alonso is still out of the points. 

It's lap 50, Lewis is still behind Massa. It's driving me crazy tbh. Only 10 laps to go. Rosberg overtakes Raikkonen for P2. 5 laps to go. I can't believe Lewis is still stuck behind Massa wtf is that about. HE ACTUALLY IS BEING OVERTAKEN BY FUCKING PEREZ IN HIS FUCKING MCLAREN I am so. frustrated. Well it doesn't last, but still. He's been trying to overtake Massa for 15 fucking laps for that ahhhh man. Is he sleeping or something? On the radio he says the rear tyres are gone but bro. Everybody's tyres are gone. Anyway Grosjean overtakes Raikkonen for P3. But Raikkonen resists and on the radio Grosjean complains : "Come on guys!". "We are telling Kimi" is the answer. Grosjean is ahead again. Massa overtakes Raikkonen as well. His tyres are truly gone. Perez overtakes Lewis but Lewis overtakes Perez. 3 laps to go. Lewis attacks Raikkonen. Perez overtakes them both and Lewis follows. But wait, now Lewis has the DRS. 2 laps to go. They're side by side but he can't make it past. It's the final lap. 

And it's the end of the race. 

Seb wins the race and the WDC, RedBull wins the WCC. Rosberg is P2 and Grosjean P3 after gaining 14 places. Impressive. Lewis is P6. 

And I know this rewatch isn't about Seb but let us take a moment still.

He fights his way through the crowd to the podium damn. What a moment. Can't wait to see Lewis win titles again in this rewatch AND in our current time. And he cries, he cries. I can't imagine such joy.

In his interview, Lewis first ignores the questions to congratulate Seb. "Four time World champion is pretty awesome".

He says with a more serious face that on their side it's good they scored points but it was a pretty poor race for him.

He says the car felt okay but it was a bad race, it happens.

She asks how much of an achievement it is for Sebastian, especially being so young. "Well he's now in the legendary books," he smiles again. "He already was so… but to win at such a young age, I think he's only 26, it's pretty phenomenal.”

“He's broken quite a few records these years, so you know I'm really happy for him, I'll try and catch him at some stage, he's probably too busy for now." Hah! That's a nice double meaning there hehe.

Anyway. Seb was given a reprimand because he did not drive straight to Parc fermé after the race and Redbull was fined €25k for not instructing him to do so adequately. (Basically because he did donuts and they didn't tell him to stop lmao, stay mad FIA, stay mad). 

[gallifrey1sburning]

Hi 👋 a prompt you can take or leave: Draco is very unsure whether he is being flirted with or this is an extension of their office rivalry that he doesn't understand (or the reverse!) Ty!

@skeptiquex and @ihavesomeideawhatimdoinghere, I read both of your prompts back to back, and they worked really well together, so I squished them into one. I hope you enjoy! Thank you both for sending me things, and thanks to @mxmaneater for the fast beta ❤️

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The Tally

“One more for me!” Harry crowed, scratching a new tally mark next to his name on the chalkboard behind Draco’s head. “Better luck next time, Malfoy.” The board had a partner behind Harry’s desk, and the tallies recorded on one would reflect on the other, but Harry took great joy in invading Draco’s space and rubbing his victories in his face at every opportunity. Not that Draco was any better. It was part of the fun.

“Please, that one hardly counted,” Draco objected reflexively. “You only caught him because you tripped, for Merlin’s sake. Hardly an impressive arrest.” 

Harry shrugged and grinned, perching on the edge of Draco’s desk. “An arrest is an arrest.”

“Whatever,” Draco grumped. He and Harry had been playing this game for over a year now, and the margin was always extremely close. Harry was just barely ahead, at the moment, but Draco would catch up to him soon. He and Parvati had a potions ring bust coming up that Harry and Weasley weren’t involved in. Once that was done, he’d have overtaken him, and the smug expression currently gracing his colleague’s face would disappear along with his lead.

“So, any big weekend plans?” Harry asked, ignoring Draco’s pout.

Draco dropped the expression when it failed to produce the desired reaction. “Nothing too exciting. Yourself?”

“I’ve got tickets for the Puddlemere game on Saturday, actually. Ron was supposed to come, but something came up, so I’m trying to find someone else who might want to go. It would be a shame for the ticket to go to waste.” Harry was biting his lip and looking hopeful, and for just a moment, Draco thought— but no. If he’d wanted to ask, he would have asked, he told himself firmly. 

Taking care to keep his expression light, Draco pondered for a moment before saying. “I think McCutcheon is a Puddlemere fan. Maybe try him?”

“Oh, right.” Draco almost thought that Harry looked disappointed for a moment, but on second glance, his expression was clear and friendly. “Thanks for the tip. I’ll see if he’s free. Have a great weekend, Draco. Parvati.” He knocked his knuckles against the desktop twice before straightening and walking off, hands in pockets. Draco watched him go, sighing as he rounded the corner. It really was a pleasure watching him walk away.

He was brought back to reality by his partner smacking him in the back of the head with a stack of paperwork. “Ow! What the fuck, Patil?”  

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed, looking even more exasperated with him than usual. “Every time he’s over here, you spend the rest of the day mooning, and he finally asks you out, and you say NO?!” 

“I do not moon!” He did moon, and he knew it, but he wasn’t about to say so. He still had his pride. “And he didn’t ask me out, either.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“He didn’t! He just said he had an available ticket! He very clearly had an opening to invite me, if he wanted to, and he very clearly didn’t.” There had been a number of moments like this, in recent months, and Parvati kept insisting that Harry was flirting with Draco. For his part, Draco kept insisting that she mind her own business, because she obviously could not read Harry Potter at all if she thought he was interested in Draco.

“You are an absolute moron.” Parvati shook her head in disbelief, but let it drop.

— 

They made the bust on Tuesday. Monday had been a rush of preparations and contingency planning and final logistics, and the stakeout had lasted all day, but in the end, it had been worth it—they’d brought in six players in one sweep and were confident that at least one of them would give up the rest in exchange for sentencing leniency. Draco had dropped into bed exhausted but elated.

He was still riding high when he sauntered into Harry and Weasley’s office on Wednesday. He leaned ostentatiously over Harry’s desk, stretching almost directly over his perpetually-tousled head to grab a piece of chalk and carefully add six perfectly straight tally marks to his own side of the board, giving him the lead by three. 

“And that’s how you do it,” he gloated as he straightened, smirking smugly down at Harry. “Suck it, Potter.”

Across the office, he heard Weasley groan and mumble something that sounded suspiciously like ‘he wishes’ under his breath. Harry looked a bit pink, but still smirked right back up at Draco, so it was probably just the heat. “Played that one close to the chest, didn’t you? But don’t worry, I’ve got something in the pipeline. I’ll be back on top before you know it.”

In Draco’s peripheral vision, he saw Weasley bang his head against his desk. “I’m getting tea,” he announced, stalking out of the office. Draco raised an eyebrow at Potter, who shrugged. 

Now that he was here, Draco didn’t quite want to leave yet, so he searched for something else to talk about. “How was the game?” he finally asked.

“Huh? Oh, the Quidditch game. Yeah, I didn’t end up going, actually.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck, not making eye contact. “Wasn’t really in the mood.” 

Draco wrinkled his brow, not really sure what to make of that, but then Harry asked a question about the potions bust, and Draco forgot about it, instead focusing on a dramatic retelling of his glorious victory.

— 

Harry’s next arrest came after a particularly brutal double homicide. It was all anyone was talking about when he arrived that morning, but, despite Draco’s expectations (and perhaps anticipation), Harry didn’t appear at his desk to brag about it. He was feeling a bit anxious by the time he finally saw him passing by his door in the late afternoon, and the feeling only grew when he did. Harry had bags under his eyes, and his usually confident posture was slumped. He didn’t look as though he had slept. He also didn’t look like he was going to stop.

“Hey,” Draco said, rising from his desk to catch him before he passed by completely. “Haven’t seen you today.” Are you okay?, he didn’t say, but he thought it was probably audible in his tone anyway.

“Oh. Hey, Draco.” Harry looked up at him, seeming a little lost. He looked hollow behind his eyes, and Draco could feel his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Yeah, I’ve been…” he trailed off and glanced past Draco, into his office, to where the chalkboard hung prominently on the back wall. He seemed to curl even further in on himself. “I don’t want to count this one, okay?” he said, finally. “It doesn’t really feel like a victory.”

“Yeah, of course,” Draco said immediately, and he suddenly felt completely helpless. “Can I—” he hesitated, and then put a tentative hand on Harry’s slumped shoulder. “Do you need anything?”

He was half sure that Harry would pull away from his touch, but he didn’t. If anything, he seemed almost to relax into it. “I’m okay,” he said, and it wasn’t convincing, but Draco didn’t want to push it. “Thanks, though.” He reached up and gripped Draco’s hand where it lay on his shoulder, so briefly that his hand was gone before Draco could even fully register it, and then stepped back, continuing on his way.

Draco stood and stared at the chalkboard for a while when he got back to his desk. Then, he picked up his eraser and carefully removed one tally from his own side.

— 

Their next bust, they were on together. A small Neo-Death Eater group that the department had been keeping an eye on, but who hadn’t done much of anything until now, had suddenly decided to make a grand statement by threatening a large-scale attack on Diagon Alley if their (entirely insane) demands weren’t met. Needless to say, the Ministry was not interested in negotiation, and the whole Auror force had been called out en masse. 

Somehow, Harry and Weasley had ended up working in tandem with Draco and Parvati, and now Harry and Draco were back to back in a dead-end alley, dueling a pair that seemed to be the last desperate stragglers, while Parvati watched the street, ready to block anyone who might try to interfere, and Weasley stood to the side, clutching his ribs and sweating but still managing to hold a fairly steady shield charm. There was an unconscious, Incarcerous-ed body on the ground near him; his Stunner’s aim had been true, but the assailant had gotten off one last hex before it hit. He wasn’t in imminent danger—Draco had been hit by the same spell before, and it was extremely painful but didn’t cause any lasting damage once reversed—and although that would be easy enough to do, they didn’t have a wand to spare at the moment.

Harry and Draco worked together like they’d been born to it, and if their respective partnerships hadn’t been working so well for so long, Draco might have considered it a waste that they weren’t paired together. Spells flew around them like fireworks, and they cast and dodged and shielded and attacked without speaking, without pause, until, suddenly, it was over. 

“Ron!” Harry cried as soon as his wand dropped, but Parvati was already by his side, countering the spell, and Ron’s body relaxed almost immediately.

“I’m fine, mate. Great work.” 

Harry breathed out a sigh of relief and then turned to Draco, chest still heaving with exertion. Draco couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face even as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel sweat tracking down his face, his neck, his back, and he was streaked with dirt and—he suspected—blood; but they had won, and no one had died, and he was almost high on the rush of it. “I’m not sure who those count for,” he said, half laughing. “It happened too fast. Did you catch who took them down?”

Harry was grinning now, too, the buzzing energy of their win almost visibly coursing through him. He beamed at Draco, and he looked so fucking beautiful, even though he was just as dirty and dishevled as Draco was, that Draco couldn’t help but glance, just for a second, at those lips that he’d surreptitiously observed for so long as they stretched wide with joy. When he snapped his eyes back up, however, it was clear that Harry had seen, because the smile had morphed into something that Draco couldn’t put a name to, and his eyes were searching Draco’s for something. And then— 

“Fuck it,” he heard Harry say, and then there were hands on either side of his head and he was being—quite thoroughly—kissed, right there in the alley. He melted into it immediately, pulling Harry closer to himself almost instinctively. There was an iron tang of blood as their tongues met, and Draco wasn’t sure whose it was, but he didn’t particularly care. He didn’t care about much of anything, right now, besides Harry’s hands, and Harry’s lips, and the press of Harry’s chest and hips against his own, and whether Harry might want to reenact this moment later but somewhere with a bed and a lot less clothes.

“I TOLD YOU!” Parvati yelled triumphantly in the background.

“Fucking finally.” Ron sounded both amused and exasperated.

Draco ignored them in favor of sliding his hands into Harry’s birdsnest of hair, pulling lightly and making him groan into the kiss. He supposed this one counted as a win for both of them.

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[iwadori]

hii there !! i'd like to request a haikyuu boys hyping you up before a game with akaashi, tsukishima and kageyama,, tyvm !!

Hyping you up before a game (Akaashi, Kageyama, Tsukishima)

Can I just say everyone go read @fichyu ‘s works cause theyre an amazing writer (and one of my first followers.) Thanks forrr the request

Word Count: 1.5k

genre: angst (if you squint) fluff

Akaashi

You were about to play your last match in the tournament besides nationals

You were nervous to say the least

In the previous match you played you made a mistake which nearly cost your team the game, making you all the more nervous

You were in the locker room pacing around the room with your hands shaking. You didn’t want to mess up, you can’t mess up. After the last game your team all looked at you with disappointment and sadness making you feel terrible. Your mood felt a bit better in the match when you saw Akaashi in the crowd, if only you could talk to him right now.

Just then, someone knocked on the locker room door and said “Y/N, are you in there?” it was Akaashi, thank god. “Yeah, I’m in here...” you said quietly.  

He came in and gave you a hug which you desperately received “You did great in that game Y/N.” he said.

“No, I did terrible...the whole team hates me now.” you reply with a frown forming on your face like a sad puppy.

“Gosh Y/N you are so melodramatic sometimes” he laughed “All you did was let one ball go out..”

“But Keiji I-”

“You still won, didn’t you?” he asked looking down at you “right?”

“Yes, we did win” you say rolling your eyes.

“Well, that settles it then Y/N, you won you’re the ace not TM/N or TM/N... it’s you.” he starts “Now it’s the last game before you get to go to nations babe, you’re going to do great!”

He lets go of you and holds your hand, as you walk towards the court, he brushes his thumb over your hand in a calming motion to relax your nerves. When you get there, your team calls you over with smiles on your face and you look back to Akaashi one more time.  

“Don’t worry about it Y/N, I’ll be out there in the crowds cheering you on.” he gives you a hug and a final kiss on the forehead before finishing with “Now go be the ace and win the game.”

After Akaashi’s prep talk, you’ve never felt better. You jog over to the team feeling pumped and ready to the play. The game was hard, a tit for tat with the opposing team battling out for the point. You were on your Agame playing the best performances you’ve ever played. Everytime you scored, you heard Akaashi cheer and yell things like “That’s my s/o!”, “Y/N you’re the best.” which boosted your playing even more.

You end up winning the game with Akaashi smiling at you and telling you “I told you so” after his pep-talk ended up being true. You led your team to nationals with Akaashi coming to every game with his usual cheers and praise.

Tsukishima.

You were fairly new on your volleyball team.

You didn’t get to play in much matches, and you mainly stayed on the bench but that didn’t matter to you.

You did join a few games as the pinch server, and it was a daunting feeling as when you were subbed in you were usually the ultimate game changer.

The day before todays game, your coach told you that unless you get injured you’ll be playing every minute of todays match which deeply worried you. Especially since, the team your playing against you’ve played with before and in that last match you were subbed in as the pinch server and when you hit the ball your serve went out. Causing your team to lose.

The team assured you that stuff like that happen, and it is completely fine and no one blamed you. But you didn’t care, you practiced your serves and your skills over the next time period making sure you wouldn’t cost the team the match.

Your team was prepared and ready for the match, but you definitely weren’t. You look down and see  a message from your boyfriend,

Tsukishima: come outside  

You went outside and saw your boyfriend there with a one of those colourful cheering things (you know the ones they use in the haikyu games to cheer.) “Kei I didn’t know you were going to be here?” you say a bit surprised.

“Well surprise Y/N..” he said in a deadpan voice.  

You smiled before getting nervous again thinking about how close the game is about to start. Tsukishima grabs your hands to stop them from shaking, and says “What’s wrong Y/N?”

“Tsukki, you saw what happened at the last game, how my shitty serve cost us the game.” you huff in annoyance.  

“Y/N, I'm never gonna understand your love for volleyball but I know that you’re great. You’ll do great.” he says watching you smile “I’ve seen the way your eyes light up when you step onto the court and how you put your all in everything and it makes me fall in love with you even more every time I watch you play.”

“Thank you Tsukishima, but what if I-”  

“You won’t, and even if you do who cares” he says “It’s just a stupid volleyball game anyways” he jokes making you laugh and boosting your spirits.

All your serves were great this game, trying out your recently learned float serve and mastering it every time blowing the competition away. Everyone was amazed by your powerful serves ones which the opposition’s libero couldn’t pick up, scoring more and more points.

You win the game, and your team labels you the MVP of the game, which was well deserved. Tsukishima treated you to a date, a movie and jokes and comments about your opposing team. Ending in a good night.

Kageyama

You were always excited and hyper, the opposite of kageyama making you a perfect match.

You weren’t that good at volleyball to begin with but you were obsessed with the sport.

You lacked some basics skills for volleyball but made up for it with your powerful jumps, spikes and skills.

Kageyama always seemed very interested in your volleyball games, watching and commenting on your setter’s skill or lack thereof. But when it came to you his interest shown heavily. He wanted to be at every practice, practice game, mini tournament or competition or even if it was a little toss about in the park. He was always interested.  

Even when you were getting a ball to the face or completely missing the ball on your spikes, Kageyama always was invested. Although he didn’t fully know about the sport, whenever you were feeling down or wanted to rant about the problems that involved volleyball he was always there to listen. Making Kageyama the best boyfriend.

What made him either better was in moments like these. Your team just got off the bus and you felt like you were going to throw up your insides. But you saw kageyama standing outside the entrance of the stadium with a small smile on his face and yoghurt in his hand.

“Tobio!” You exclaim wrapping him in a hug.

“Hi Y/N, are you ready for the game?” he asked making you even more anxious.

“No, I feel like I'm going to throw up,” you say with a frown “I think I need to go to the bathroom...”

“Y/N you’ll be fine, eat this it’ll keep your stamina up.” he said handing you the yoghurt.

“Oooh it seems someone's been keeping up with their health facts.” you say teasingly

“Oh, shut up dumbass.” he said squishing your head “But anyways, you shouldn’t worry because although you are lacking in most of the basic skills that are apparently required for volleyball, the way you play exceeds all that and I’ve seen your hard work and efforts and they’ll definitely play off in this match....as long as you manage to not get hit in the face with the ball.” he jokes at the end.

“Oh shusssh” you say playfully hit in his side “But thank you, Tobio I’ll try my best, especially for you.” you kiss him on the cheek leaving him blushing and frozen as you skip off with your team inside.

The game was great, all your serves manage to go over the net and for the time you played for you did great. You and the setter were working in tandem, you hitting every one of their tosses and scoring many points. Kageyama was cheering loudly in the audience, making you smile every time he said your name you were filled with more confidence reminding you of something he said to you a while ago “As long as I'm with you, I'm the greatest,” which showed you more proof of Kageyamas pride over you as having you as his s/o.

You obviously win the game and Kageyama could never be happier. You spent the rest of the night going over the whole game that Kageyama recorded (in full soccer mum likeness.) With Kageyama singing your praises and your faults every time.

AN: I had fun writing this one.... and if you notice I kind of related Y/N to some particular haikyu boys in each scenario jiihesjkhdf but yh i hope you enjoy.