#CONGRATULATIONS YUKI I KNEW IT WOULD BE YOU

[crehador]

LET'S GOOOOOOOOO PSYCHIC POWERS BACK IN ACTION I WAS RIGHT ABOUT YUKI

[thewispsings]

broken up? no, engagement! | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x actress!reader

summary: y/n l/n has a weird way of announcing hers and max’s engagement.

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yourusername: i no longer have a boyfriend.

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user1: wait what

user2: i’m sorry???

user3: DID YOU AND MAX BREAK UP???

user4: no no no

user5: this CANNOT mean what i think it does

user6: you’re kidding me right

charles_leclerc: please answer my messages!

user8: no way

user9: THE CAPTION???

danielricciardo: ?

danielricciardo: answer my messages please

landonorris: mine too?

user10: does anyone know what is going on?

user11: so you’re available now 😏

user12: you were too pretty for max anyways 🙄

landonorris: um what’s going on?

user13: lando just being as lost is so??

user14: wait but why would she and max break up

user15: i’m so…confused?

user16: MAX ISNT IN THE LIKES??? OMG NOOO

— f1gossip has posted new pictures!

f1gossip: y/n l/n was seen cozying up with cast mate, Luke Newton amidst breakup rumors between her and max verstappen. thoughts?

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user17: “cozying up” and it’s her taking a picture of him ??? 🙄

user18: admin is acting like they were making out in front of everyone…

user19: oh!

user20: users on twitter were saying max was THERE with them so??

user21: she moves on fast!

user22: this sounds wrong…

user23: we literally know NOTHING about hers and max’s relationship or WHY they broke up. let’s not assume.

user24: my heart just broke

user25: okay but her and luke are kinda cute together? no? just me?

user26: HER AND MAX WERE CUTERRR

user27: i’ll start foaming at the mouth if y/n l/n doesn’t come out and say her caption was just a joke.

user28: HER AND MAX WERE SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIEDDDD!!!!!😓😓😓

user29: i can’t do this rn. i just can’t.

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maxverstappen1: I understand that, without my agreement, my lovely finance has put out a instagram post this morning indicating that we have broken up. This is wrong, we have not broken up. We got engaged. We are to be wed.

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yourusername: i thought they would understand what i meant 😞

user30: GIRL ALL YOU SAID WAS YOU NO LONGER HAD A BF???

user31: you did NOT phrase your words correctly

user32: gave me heart attack and for what 😐

user33: don’t play with me like that ever again.

danielricciardo: i love you @/yourusername, but please do not play with my heart like that again.

danielricciardo: BUT YAY!!!! WEDDING OF THE CENTURY!!

user34: OMG ???

user35: I KNEW IT!!! I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!

user36: AHHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHH AHHHH

user37: oh thank GOD

user38: pls don’t ever scare me like that again 💗

landonorris: OMG OMG OMG OMG ???!??!??

landonorris: AND YOU LOT DIDNT TELL ME ?!?!?

landonorris: YNSTAPPEN WEDDING!! AHHHH

user39: congratulations!!!

f1: about time you proposed 😒

maxverstappen1: ?

redbullracing: so excited for the red bull themed wedding!! ☺️

yourusername: yeah that won’t be happening

redbullracing: i understand.

user40: i’m crying??

user41: does this mean i don’t have a chance with y/n anymore ?? ☹️

user42: THAT SHOULDVE BEEN MEE

charles_leclerc: congratulations too you both 💗

maxverstappen1: thank you charles 💙💙

user43: omg just ask him to be your best man already 🙄🙄

oscarpiastri: it is an honor to have my tweet used as your engagement announcement 🧡🧡

yourusername: max couldn’t resist 😒

user44: i just know this wedding is going to be GORGEOUS

georgerussell63: congrats too you both! ❤️

yourusername: you’ll sing at the wedding right?

georgerussell63: duh 🙄

yourusername: perfect!

lewishamilton: so excited 💗💗

yukitsunoda0511: can i cook?

yourusername; of course you can yuki!!

user45: i’m so excited and it’s NOT EVEN MY WEDDING??

schecoperez: did you tell her how you were shitting yourself with nerves this entire week?

maxverstappen1: no 😒

yourusername: aw max 🥹🥹

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yourusername; i got married today. it was cool. 10/10 would do again!

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user46: was the wedding 10/10 or was the groom 10/10??

yourusername: both!

user45: OMG ITS HAPPENED??

user46: so happy for you both 🥹

maxverstappen1: 💙💙

georgerussell63: i personally think my singing brought everything together…

yourusername: it really did george, it really did

charles_leclerc: so incredibly happy for you both ❤️

user47: we all saw the video of you sobbing during the ceremony charles…

user48: to be fair, EVERYONE was sobbing

user49; their vows even made ME cry

landonorris: amazing wedding, 10/10 would attend again!

yourusername: thank you little lando 🧡🧡

oscarpiastri: i would like to request the video of my dancing to be scrubbed off of the internet.

maxverstappen1: no chance mate 😂

yourusername: it’s okay oscar, i thought your dancing was adorable!!

lewishamilton: me and roscoe had the times of our lives ❤️❤️

user50: ROSCOE WENT TO THE WEDDING ?? 😭

user51: not only roscoe, but alex and TWO of his cats 😭😭

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maxverstappen1: i married my bestfriend today. it was amazing. 10/10 would do again!

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user52: he’s officially off the market ladies 😒

user53: he’s been off the market for 4 years ???

user54: if my man doesn’t love me as much as max loves y/n i don’t WANT HIM

user55: ever since y/ns “i no longer have a bf” post i’ve been thanking the gods that this is how it turned out

danielricciardo: bestfriend? wow, you get married and suddenly you forget who raised you.

maxverstappen1: y/n is my bestfriend. she always will be.

danielricciardo: JUST RUB IT IN THEN.

user56: omg her dress 😍😍

user57; them >>

user58: did you guys see that they BOTH took each others last name??

user59: wait really?

user58: yeah 🥹 it’s y/n l/n-verstappen and max verstappen-l/n

user60: that is the cutest thing ever

user61: the matching captions 😞😞

user62: remember last year when y/n made everyone believe they broke up??

user63: thank GOD that wasn’t true

yourusername: i love you mr l/n

maxverstappen1: i love you more mrs verstappen

user64: WHEN IS IT MY FUCKING TURN

[gguk-n]

Fri(end)s (Yuki Tsunoda x Reader)

Face claim- Sakura Miyawaki Based off the song with the same name by V from BTS

Thank you for the 300 followers. I hope you guys enjoy this little friends to lovers smau with Yuki

y/n.y/l/n

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y/n.y/l/n Finally done with school!! I do not think I will be pursuing any academic feats🥲🥲🫣🫣

yukitsunodo0511 I'm shocked you graduated with how dumb you are🤨🤨 y/n.y/l/n yukitsunodo0511 says the guy that never even came to school🙃🙃 friend/user congratulations to us!!🍾 junior/user congratulations!!🎉🎉

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y/n.y/l/n Can't believe the kid I befriended in kindergarten is now a F1 driver!! Congratulations Yuki san!!😭😭

yukitsunodo0511 I had the best people rooting for me!!❤️❤️ mom/user Congratulations Yuki, always knew you could do it dear❤️❤️ friend/user Congratulations!!🎉🎉

y/n.y/l/n

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y/n.y/l/n Coffee date with my sugar daddy yukitsunodo0511

yukitsunodo0511 I knew you were using me for my money🤦 y/n.y/l/n yukitsunodo0511 you're a formula one driver, what's the point other wise?🤷‍♀️ yukitsunodo y/n/.y/l/n you are a model and prolly make more than me🙎🙎 user1 WOW!! So pretty!!😍😍 user2 I'm new here, who is she? user3 user2 she's yuki's childhood bestfriend

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y/n.y/l/n Thank you Vogue Japan for having me!! It was so much fun. Can’t believe I’m gonna be on the March edition

user4 Date me please!!🙏 user5 I would date you!!😘😘 user6 IDK how Yuki is just friends with her🤤😮‍💨 friend/user pretty girl 😘😘Liked by Author yukitsunodo0511 Gorgeous girl♥️♥️ Liked by Author

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y/n.y/l/n Yearly F1 race ✅

yukitsunodo0511 is that the only picture you had?🤦 y/n.y/l/n yukitsunodo0511 yes🤷‍♀️ visacashapprb Please come back for more races!! WE WANT MORE OF YOU😍😍 y/n/y/l/n visacashapprb sure admin😘😘 user1 honorary wag🥹🥹 user2 date already!!🥲🥲 user3 funniest picture of yuki then hottest picture lmao🤣🤣

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y/n.y/l/n With our personalities, we could only hard launch. I love you Yuki!!😘♥️

yukitsunodo0511 I love you too idiot ♥️♥️Liked by Author danielricciardo you too are disgustingly cute🤦🤦 Liked by Author y/n.y/l/n danielricciardo I'll take it as a compliment😂😂 visacashapprb does this mean we get to see you more often?🙏🙏 y/n.y/l/n visacashapprb yess!!! yayyyy!! can't wait to hang out with you♥️♥️ friend/user about time🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ user4 can't believe my otp is real😭😭 user5 Love you both, soooo cute!! Yuki bagged a cutie😍😍

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yukitsunodo0511 I think I love you more than friends😏😏

y/n.y/l/n you think?!🙂 danielricciardo thank god you realised, it was getting annoying😒 visacashapprb cute couple❤️ user6 we knew🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ user1 at least they are finally dating🫨🫨 user2 istg yuki if you break her heart😡😡

[thatsdemko]

good riddance - m.verstappen

part one (the story of us)

masterlist

warnings: angst

a/n: oh I’m so sorry… but Taylor swift doesn’t always have happy endings!

—

the cameras, the microphones, the tape recorders, the iPhones, and many other devices were shoved in your face the second you stepped into the paddock. nobody seemed to care about Charles red pants or that Lewis was shirtless, everyone cared about you and max.

it’d been a week since your first win, and exactly two days since the article was released. you’d have a lot to talk about in your drivers meetings, and you dreaded that moment more than the cameras in your face.

an audible groan escapes your lips as fans and interviewers trip over your feet, you’re so lucky the Red Bull hospitality is just feet away from you. home sweet home, you could relax and watch them all flock around other drivers in the comfort of your inn.

however, you see those blond little hairs in the window. they seep out from under his hat, he’s throwing his head back most likely in laughter, and it pisses you off. how can he be laughing in such a serious time? why couldn’t he have just called instead of trying to turn your life into a nightmare.

walking up those steps you’re thankful the cameras don’t follow, because when you whip open that door a very noticeable silence falls to the room. suddenly, you don’t feel at home anymore.

you watch the eyes all fall on you, it’s like a slow motion scene from a movie. where the camera pans to the disgusted looks, and the new girl at school nervously looks around for a place to sit in the lunch room. that’s how it feels right now.

his eyes are the only ones that don’t move. they are glued to the Aussie in front of him who’s a good distraction.

you find an open table and take the seat throwing your things into the chair opposite of where you’re seated. the noise seems to pick up again, and your eyes search everywhere for a comforting face, maybe someone who will talk to you, but nobody budges. everyone must be on his side.

and it’s easy to figure why they are. he’s a two time world champion, and he’s a man. everyone you ever knew had turned against you in the matter of a week. well fuck that, you think to yourself, two can play this game.

you pick up your bags and storm out the hospitality going to a place you never thought you’d be.

“y/n?” he looks up from his computer, dark eyebrows furrowed with confusion, “darling, what can I do for you?”

“I want work with you,” you pause watching him cross his arms over his chest, he leans back into his chair nodding for you to continue, “I want to drive for Mercedes.”

—

no contracts were worked out just yet, things were still very under the radar with frequent texts and calls between Toto Wolff and others, but the head master of Red Bull, Christian Horner, had all of no clue. not until this morning.

“so can you confirm y/n is not staying with Red Bull?”

Christian’s face contorts, he laughs a little shaking his head, “no, we plan to keep y/n. we just told max he needs to get over himself and hopefully they will work things out. I know they will.”

Toto laughs into his microphone, “maybe if you had taken better care of y/n there wouldn’t be rumors of her departure.”

the room falls utterly silent. the other team principals are no longer of interest when the interviewer turns to the head hunch of Mercedes, “do you care to elaborate, Toto?”

“I think what I’m saying is obvious. we hope things work out, but if not? we’ll be waiting in the wings.”

—

the drivers conference is awfully uncomfortable. you’d found a seat in the corner of the room towards the back. yuki tsunoda is seated two seats away, his legs barely touching are an awful nice distraction to the world around you.

he’s seated with Charles and checo, his rumored new teammate. when he walked into the room, all the drivers congratulated him on his successful previous weekend, and not a soul even acknowledged your presence. this would be your falling out of formula one, all because max verstappen took everyone you ever loved and turned them against you.

why did he get to win? why did he force you into the corner? none of it was fair.

the room clears after the two hour long meeting. every inch of you is sore from the uncomfortable chairs as you stand up waiting to be the last one out.

“hey,” Charles moves from the line out of the building to where you stand, “congratulations on last weekend, you put a good fight.” he taps your arm gently and adds one more thing before he goes, “Mercedes is lucky to have you.”

the words perk his ears up. you can see the heat against the nape of his neck rise as he stops in his tracks and turns to face you, it’s the first time in two weeks since he’s looked you in the eyes.

you can feel all the words and air be lifted right out of you. his eyes are like title waves ready to meet land, and somehow it still makes your chest warm. he still makes your heart swell about ten sizes even if you haven’t spoken in what feels to be years.

“Mercedes?” he asks. the words feel so foreign and unfamiliar to his lips.

“well I’m not wanted at Red Bull anymore, so what’s the waste?”

he snorts out a laugh shaking his head. there you go again, he thinks to himself, trying to make him feel pitty towards you. well it certainly won’t work this time.

“well then go to Mercedes. I don’t want you as a teammate anymore if you’re just going to bail after one bad night.”

his bitterness was like a slap to the face. you can feel your heart ache, the pit of your stomach twisting as you swallow back the tears attempting to break through.

“then I don’t want you as a boyfriend anymore, because you can’t seem to apologize.”

“fine,” he says making his way to the door of the conference room, his hand rests on the handle just about to leave before he adds one more thing, “I never loved you in the first place, and I did want you gone so look at that, I guess I do win after all.”

[777bae]

can i request one for the paddock princess series where y/n is like really like protective of yuki and will like defend him to the death (maybe even going as far as trying to learn Japanese so he has someone to talk to in his language) and at first people assume she has a crush on him but really its because he reminds her of an old friend of hers or like a family member she really misses. any length is fine but the longer the fic the better <3

MY LITTLE BRO

PAIRING… f1 x driver!reader | WC… 0.8k | Masterlist

You have a large range of different dynamics with the drivers on the grid, many consisting of father-daughter like relationships as well as sibling like love.

Many fans have constantly pointed out the fact that you treat Yuki as if he were your younger brother, despite him being older than you.

Unfortunately, other fans believe that you have feelings for the boy, stating that the way you act around him ‘shows’ that you love him. You obviously found this ridiculous and chose to ignore the rumours, already pointing out that you, in fact, have a boyfriend but still decide to not respond and make the whole situation worse.

He’s always talked about how you were the first driver to properly greet him during his first F1 race and how kind you were to him. You had initially found him adorable, especially due to the fact that he was pretty much your height and so this love consequently spiralled into you treating him as you treat your own little brother.

You obviously miss your own little bro, travelling around the world constantly meant you could only see your family a few times a year, mainly during your breaks. This would probably explain why you have such familial relationships with many of the drivers, to which they also love.

Lot’s of moments have been shared with the boy. Like when you finally got pole in quali, or when he opened up to you on how secluded he felt from the other drivers, mainly due to his heritage. That quickly lead you to try and learn Japanese to help him feel included.

Another moment would be when you invited him over to your house to finally meet your family and he was forever grateful for you letting him have another home he could always come back to.

Many found your actual brother and substitute brother’s interactions to be quite amusing, the constant arguments between the two, trying to prove that they were your favourite. Of course, your blood brother was your favourite, Yuki knew that, he just loved to rile up your brother to get a reaction.

With all that said, you were absolutely ecstatic for the boy when he finished the recent season with his highest finish yet. Of course it helped that you had become the World Champion for that season, managing to pull a hand on Red Bull and just finishing above Max, which he was not too happy about.

You were both so proud of each other, enclasping yourselves into a tight hug.

After the podium celebration, you brought to the interview section, the welcoming smile of the reporters already calming down your nerves.

“First off Y/n, congratulations on the win and newfound title!” The interviewer exclaimed, earning a large smile from you.

“Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

“Well, I’m ecstatic to say the least. This moment just feels so unreal, to be able to say that I’m a World Champion is something I always dreamed of but I never believed would actually come true.” You ramble, unable to continue from the excitement.

“Many have loved watching your celebrations with both your team, and fellow drivers. Could we just ask about the hug you shared with Tsunoda after the race?” You nod your head lightly.

“The hug we shared was our way of congratulating each other. He’s like my little brother and so I was so proud of him as he achieved his best finish this season. Of course there have been a lot of questions but he’s basically like family, just like how Seb, Lewis, and many of the other drivers are.” You conclude before bidding goodbye and moving on. Yuki was quick to fill in your place, ready to answer the questions.

“To start off, congratulations on the great finish.” He says.

“Thank you.” Yuki responds.

“There have been many celebrations today and so we’d like to know how you’ll spend the rest of the evening.”

“Well, I’ll probably party with other drivers.” The boy giggles. “I’ll also call my family.”

“We saw you congratulating the new World Champion after the race, how proud are you?” The interviewer asks.

“I’m so proud of her, I’ve watched her grow throughout the season and to see her finally achieve her dreams was nice.” Yuki answers, smiling.

“How would you describe your relationship with Y/n?”

“I’d describe it as special. She’s been there for me from my first race and she’s done so much for me. She even tried learning Japanese for me so I could feel more included. She’s basically like an older sister.” Yuki finishes, reminiscing the moments he’s shared with you thus far.

You all eventually finish up the interviews and decide to go out together, celebrating the many achievements from today’s race as well as the finishing up of the season.

You had made sure to give Yuki yet another massive hug as you had witnessed his interview, loving the fact that he also pictures you as an older sister.

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — YUKI x FEM READER

You’ve always looked up to Yuki as a woman, an upperclassman, a sorcerer. The line between admiration and adoration blurs over the years.

wc — 1.6k

tags —  hero worship, pining, brief nongraphic mention of jjk typical violence

For the first twelve years of your life, you only hear about Yuki. You’ve never met her in person - she graduated right before you entered Jujutsu Tech. A shame. It would have been nice to know another special grade besides Gojo and Getou. Perhaps it would’ve restored your faith that not all power corrupts. 

Yaga speaks of her like a headache, albeit a fond one. Yuki’s the only full time special grade they have working currently, though full time is a stretch. She tends to go rogue for a few days at the end of missions, seeking out whatever gives her a kick. 

What you learn from that is if you’re powerful enough, you face no consequences. 

You’ve been punished for much less on missions. You want that kind of strength. 

You devour gossip about Yuki, leaning into every conversation where her name is even momentarily brought up. She becomes more myth than woman to you, stacking achievement after achievement on her name until Yuki can barely be seen under the trail of feats she leaves behind her. 

Then, you’re pulled into a tribunal. You’re not there to be important. You might be strong, but in the end you’re just a child, and not in the way Gojo Satoru is. 

Your mother is important though, and you’re there to watch and learn. She convenes the council of elders to decide the matter of Yuki’s death. She’s been on this rare mission for months. 

Sure, she’s been known to bum around for a day or two after completing what she set out to do, but never like this. There’s been zero contact for days stretching into months. Unmistakably, something must have gone horribly wrong. For someone like Yuki to be taken out, their enemy has to be strong. This event causes ripples throughout all of Jujutsu Society. 

Yuki dies with little fanfare. There’s grief, of course. She never knew your name, but she was special to you. She was a legend, the only special grade you had at the moment besides Gojo Satoru, who was still a student. She shouldn’t have died like this. 

Every single time death finds you, it reminds you anew of its cruelty, it’s indifference. It’s not fair that Yuki died like anyone else when she could’ve crushed the world in her palm, but she did. 

The elders tell you Yuki is a disappointment. They expected her to hold the line even when she hadn’t been given any support. Like all special grades, she was thrown to the beasts as a sacrifice. The elders maintained the same strategy year after year: whet the hunger of your enemies with fresh blood, and they will never come after you. 

Something staggers out of the woods that day, though you and the elders will never know.  Cold, bloody, and hungry, it drags itself to the nearest village. It’s so covered in grime and blood and the various fluids of cursed spirits it’s almost unrecognizable.

The first village girl to spot it screams in fright. She drops her water pail and runs, blubbering, for mama and papa. 

“Don’t shout,” the figure groans, shoving dirty blonde hair back from her face. “It’s just me.” 

Yuki comes back home a legend, a martyr, and a revolutionary. 

Most importantly, she comes home. 

“I’m going to find a way to get rid of curses at the source,” she announces at the next meeting the elders convene. They’ve just finished congratulating her on her unlikely survival as if they hadn’t been cursing her name only days before. 

The silence in the room is pure cowardice. No one dares say anything to her face. 

“Yuki,” the head of the Tsukumo clan tries. “I don’t think-“ 

“I don’t care what you think, granny,” Yuki says. “It’s happening. Take me off all missions. Bye.” 

Then she leaves. The meeting erupts into chaos behind her, but no one dares to stop her. 

It’s so quintessentially Yuki to sweep into a room, cause a ruckus, and leave. You hide a smile behind a hand, raised demurely to your mouth, as if in shock. You think you’ll be in love with her for the rest of your life. 

The first day you meet her on campus, you can tell she’s not normal immediately. Like Gojo, she radiates a sense of inner substantiality that only  comes with being undefeated. Getou hides his arrogance better. Those two wear it like armor. 

“Oh, hey,” she says. You know who she is instantly. Biker leathers and blonde hair - Tsukumo Yuki in the flesh.

“Are you the other little sorcerer? Not the reverse cursed technique user,” she clarified. “You don’t look it.” 

There’s something in you that’s tempted to answer ‘yes, ma’am’, drop to your knees, and beg to serve her in any way possible, if only she’ll take you with her. They only told you she was strong. They didn’t tell you she was beautiful. Somehow, you know she would only laugh at you. 

“Yes,” you say instead. No ‘ma’am’, though you desperately want to. 

“You should keep an eye on your special grade friends,” she says. “And work on meditating. That’ll help with your domain expansion.” 

She leaves you gaping behind her as you process how she knew exactly what you were struggling with at a glance. You walk into Getou, who seems just as dazed as you are. You chalk it up to him also being half in love, drawn in by the same charisma you see in Yuki. 

Later, you find out it’s because she said something to spark a genocidal rage in him. Getou goes half crazy, and every warning Yuki gave you comes true. 

You should’ve looked out for your special grade friends. Meditating does help unlock your domain expansion. 

Even accidentally leading Getou to become a curse user doesn’t deter you from wanting to seek Yuki out. It’s not her fault. There were a million other factors that led Getou to become what he was. If it hadn’t been Yuki, it would’ve been someone else. At least she had tried to warn you.

You want to fight alongside her. You want to watch her. Yuki is something like your sun, the star that guides your compass and the light by which you see. All of you is magnetised to point in the direction where she is, wanting more of her, always. 

So you train relentlessly, becoming strong and ruthless. You mold yourself into someone that can stand at Yuki’s side. 

At age 22, you become the fourth youngest special grade after the three legends that came before you. You never manage to break their records. (Even that title, you don’t get to keep. Okkotsu Yuta breaks it in the future.) 

The elders get to you before Yuki does. 

At age 25, you become the youngest bodyguard to the council of elders.

You don’t take much pride in this, but it means you get to see Yuki more often. It’s a small side benefit of her constantly being dragged in to answer for her actions. 

The next time you see her, she’s in Yaga’s office, knocking back a drink she’s taken off his shelf, laughing at his protests, and on her way out. 

Just when she’s at the door, she spots you. For a second, you think there’s a flicker of recognition. Perhaps she remembers you from your high school days. Then she slips out the door and you’re forced to confront the truth that you’re nobody to her at all. 

Yuki is a planet, and you the moon that orbits it, chasing but never quite catching, over and over in an endless cycle. 

You’re determined to make her look at you. 

Getting Yuki’s attention is harder than it should be. For one, she’s constantly out of the country. Besides that, she’s a hard woman to get a hold of in general. Tsukumo Yuki does not respond to summons - you know that from watching the elders tear their hair out. 

She’s a wild beast, which means she doesn’t respond to being called. She might respond to temptation, however, and you plan on setting just the right trap for her. 

Two days after you tell Gojo you might have information on the source of cursed energy, you find Yuki waiting in your office. You try for casualness as you open the door and walk to the tea set you have pre-prepared. 

“Tea?” You offer, more calmly than you feel. 

She blinks. Stares at you. Squints a little. 

“Hey,” she says slowly. “Aren’t you that kid-“ 

“Yes,” you say, a little too eagerly. She does remember you. 

She smiles, no soft and gentle thing. You love her all the more for it. “Wow. You really grew up, huh?” 

When she reaches out to ruffle your hair, you dodge and dart forward to grab her hands. She brings them up and close to her chest in a move of aborted surprise, but you don’t care. 

Yuki sees you. Yuki remembers you. You can’t let her keep thinking if you as that kid she met once. You can’t waste this opportunity. 

“I have a mission for you.” 

Instantly, she shakes her head. “Sorry, no can do. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I don’t take missions. The useless special grade, you know?”

She says the last bit with so much humor you know it doesn’t offend her at all, though any other sorcerer would’ve been affronted. That’s the price of strength - Yuki can afford not to care about anything she doesn’t want to. 

“It’s more of a personal thing,” you hedge. “It’ll help with your mission to destroy cursed energy.” 

“I’ll think about it on one condition. Tell me your type,” she says. 

You answer instantly. “Tall blondes with egos to match their skills. Powerful. Innovative.” 

“Wow,” she laughs. “Sounds a lot like me.” 

If only she knew. 

“So you agree?” 

“I can’t promise you anything,” she says. “If I get bored halfway through, I’m leaving. Guess it’s up to you to keep me entertained.” 

You get a week, maybe less, to woo the greatest sorcerer of all time, in your opinion. 

You’re just like Yuki. Bad stakes only excite you more.

[eclipsedrgn]

𝑨 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚

in which you find out that your pregnant and tell miyaura during a game.

The stadium was buzzing with excitement as Ryujin Nippon took to the court, the energy palpable as fans filled the seats, eager to witness another intense match. You were sitting among them, your heart racing with both excitement and nerves. Every time Miyaura Kento stepped onto the court, you felt a surge of pride. Watching him play, seeing the way he commanded attention with his skill and precision, never failed to fill you with awe. But today was different. Today, there was something you hadn’t told him yet, something that would change both your lives forever.

Your hands shook slightly as you clutched the tiny jersey in your lap—a baby-sized version of Miyaura’s number 4 jersey. The moment you found out you were pregnant, you knew you wanted to tell him in a special way. And what better place to do it than here, surrounded by the team he loved, in the middle of the sport that had brought you both together?

You smiled to yourself as you watched the players warm up, Miyaura moving with the grace and strength that had first drawn you to him. But even though you were watching him, your mind was on the little secret you were carrying. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he found out.

As the game began, the tension in the air was electric. Ryujin Nippon played with the kind of energy and intensity that made every match a spectacle, and today was no different. The crowd roared with every point, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. You cheered loudly for your husband, your heart swelling with pride as he spiked the ball with his usual precision, scoring point after point for the team.

But you were barely able to focus on the game. Your mind was racing with anticipation, your heart fluttering with nerves as you held onto the tiny jersey. Every time Miyaura glanced in your direction, you felt a surge of affection, but you managed to keep your excitement in check. You wanted this moment to be perfect.

As the match wore on, Ryujin Nippon continued to dominate the court. The players moved with a fluidity that spoke of hours upon hours of practice and teamwork, and Miyaura was at the center of it all, his presence commanding and confident. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the baby jersey in your lap.

When the final whistle blew, signaling their victory, the stadium erupted in cheers. Ryujin Nippon had won, and the team gathered on the court, congratulating each other on a hard-fought match. You stood up, clapping along with the rest of the crowd, your heart pounding with excitement. This was it—the moment you’d been waiting for.

As the players waved to the fans, you held up the tiny jersey, your hands trembling slightly as you raised it high above your head. It was bright, with Miyaura’s number 4 emblazoned on the back, just like his. You watched nervously, waiting for him to notice.

It didn’t take long.

Ishikawa Yuki, the team’s captain, was the first to see it. His eyes widened in surprise, and he turned toward Miyaura, a grin spreading across his face. He nudged Miyaura’s shoulder, pointing in your direction.

"Hey, Kento," Ishikawa called out, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I think you should take a look over there."

Miyaura turned, his brow furrowing in confusion as he followed Ishikawa’s gaze. His eyes scanned the crowd, and then they landed on you—on the tiny jersey you were holding up for him to see.

For a moment, he just stared, his expression blank as if he couldn’t quite process what he was seeing. But then, slowly, realization dawned in his eyes. His mouth dropped open, his eyes widening as he looked from the jersey to your face, and back to the jersey again.

He blinked, his hands falling to his sides as the truth hit him.

You were pregnant.

You could see the shock in his expression, the way his eyes softened, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. For a moment, he didn’t move, as if he couldn’t believe it was real. But then, a wide, tearful smile spread across his face, and before you knew it, he was sprinting across the court, dodging his teammates as he made his way toward you.

The crowd was still cheering, the noise deafening, but all you could hear was the pounding of your heart as Miyaura reached you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Without saying a word, he pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground in a tight embrace.

"Kento-kun!" you laughed, your heart swelling with joy as he spun you around, his grip strong and sure. "Careful!"

But he didn’t seem to care. He held you close, his face buried in your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, "I can’t believe it… I can’t believe we’re going to be parents."

You smiled, tears welling in your own eyes as you held onto him tightly. "Believe it. You’re going to be a dad, Kento."

When he finally set you down, his hands cupped your face, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of awe and love. "You’re serious? We’re really having a baby?"

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from crying. "Yes, we are. I found out a few weeks ago, but I wanted to wait for the right moment to tell you."

Miyaura let out a shaky laugh, his forehead resting against yours as he closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. "This is… this is the best day of my life."

Before you could respond, the rest of the team caught up to him, surrounding you both with laughter and congratulations. Ishikawa was grinning from ear to ear, clapping Miyaura on the back. "Looks like we’re going to have a little Ryujin Nippon player in a few years!"

The rest of the team erupted in cheers, clapping and shouting their congratulations as they gathered around you. Miyaura’s teammates were all smiles, their excitement contagious as they crowded around, offering hugs and high-fives.

Amidst the chaos, Miyaura turned back to you, his hand resting on your stomach as he looked at you with so much love it made your heart ache. "I’m going to be a dad," he whispered again, as if he still couldn’t quite believe it.

You smiled, placing your hand over his. "Yes, you are. And you’re going to be amazing at it."

He let out a soft laugh, tears glistening in his eyes as he pulled you into another hug. "I love you so much," he whispered into your hair.

"I love you too," you whispered back, your heart swelling with joy.

And as you stood there, surrounded by the cheers of his teammates, with Miyaura’s arms wrapped tightly around you and the tiny jersey still clutched in your hand, you knew that this was the beginning of a beautiful new chapter in both your lives.

Your family was growing, and you couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

[aughby]

Lines We Can't Cross

I still remember the first time I noticed Yuki in a different light. It wasn't during one of his many jokes, or when he was laughing with the rest of our classmates, carefree and easygoing as always. It was during one of those moments when the world felt like it had stopped spinning for me.

We were practicing for a chorale contest at school when I received the news—my close relative had passed away. My chest tightened, and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me for not being with my family, for missing practice, for everything. I didn’t know what to do, but for some reason, I messaged Yuki about it. I don’t even know why I chose him out of all people, but in that moment of vulnerability, I just typed out my grief and sent it to him.

Yuki responded almost immediately. His words, though simple, were sincere. "Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Your family understands. And you know what? It's okay to feel sad, but don’t carry the guilt. We’re here for you." There was something about the way he made me feel heard and understood that struck me deeply. From that day, I found myself sharing more with him—not just the surface-level stuff, but the real, raw things I couldn't share with anyone else. He became more than just the class clown; he became my confidant, my source of comfort.

Before I knew it, I had fallen for him.

It wasn’t planned, of course. I mean, how could it be? Yuki, with his lighthearted teasing and jokes about how "no one should fall for him," made it seem impossible. I laughed along with him, but secretly, I was sinking deeper into my feelings. The pandemic hit, and suddenly, we weren’t seeing each other every day. At first, I thought that the distance would help me forget about him, that being away from him would allow these feelings to fade.

But the opposite happened.

Late-night chats became our norm. We shared everything—our frustrations with online classes, the emptiness of not seeing friends, the isolation. It was during these moments, behind the screen, where I realized my feelings for Yuki were more than just a crush. I was in love with him. But I never told him, not then. How could I? He was Yuki—my friend who joked about not wanting anyone to fall for him. It seemed too risky, so I kept my feelings locked away, hoping that maybe, just maybe, things would eventually sort themselves out.

Then came the end of senior year. I landed a job, one that would take me far from home. I told Yuki, expecting the same warmth in his response that I had grown used to. He congratulated me, of course, but something felt off. He was distant, not like the Yuki I had shared everything with. I tried to organize a farewell dinner, but he told me he was too busy. I even planned an outing for our whole group, but when my trip got pushed up, I had to leave without saying a proper goodbye.

I still remember the hollow feeling in my chest when I left. I hoped we would stay close, that we would keep in touch like we always had. But as the weeks turned into months, the late-night chats grew sparse. Our conversations faded, and with them, my hope of keeping that closeness alive.

Graduation day arrived, and I came home. After months of being apart, I saw Yuki again. But something was different. There was a stiffness between us, a wall I couldn’t quite place. We didn’t talk that day, not really. My best friend managed to take a few pictures of us, standing side by side, but we didn’t say a word. I congratulated him later, and he did the same. That was the last time I saw him in person.

When I heard from a friend that Yuki was moving to Italy for work, something inside me shifted. I realized this was it. If I didn’t say something now, I might never get the chance. I spent hours drafting a message, pouring out every unsaid feeling, every hope, and every fear. I hesitated to send it, but in the end, I did. I posted it in a blog, protected by a password only he could read, and messaged him right as his plane took off.

He said he’d read it once he arrived.

Days passed. Then weeks. Then months.

I never got a response. The silence stretched on, and with each passing day, I felt more foolish for confessing. Maybe he didn’t read it. Or maybe he did, and my worst fear was true—he didn’t feel the same. Eventually, I accepted that what we had was gone, the connection we built now only a memory.

Then, on Independence Day, months after I had given up hope, his reply came.

He apologized. He thanked me for sharing my feelings. But in the end, he didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about me—he did. But not in the way I had hoped. His rejection was gentle, kind, but it didn’t change the fact that my heart broke. The friendship we had once cherished now felt tainted by the weight of my unspoken love.

I couldn’t blame him. He had always been genuine with me, always honest. But in trying to express my heart, I had crossed a line that couldn’t be undone. I told myself we could still be friends, that we would move past this, but deep down, I knew things would never be the same.

Two years have passed since that message, and we haven’t seen each other since. We’ve stayed in touch, barely, but the closeness we once had is gone. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the courage to face him again. Part of me wonders if I did the right thing, risking everything for the chance to love him. Another part of me knows that, even if it didn’t end the way I wanted, I had to let him know.

But now, all I’m left with are the memories of what we once had, and the understanding that sometimes, love isn't enough to save a friendship.

Some lines, once crossed, can never be redrawn.

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Yuki's POV:

People always say I'm the funny guy. The one who can make everyone laugh, turn awkward moments into jokes, and lighten the mood no matter how heavy the situation is. That’s just who I’ve always been—the joker, the guy people don’t take too seriously, and I’m okay with that. But what most don’t know is that when someone comes to me with something real, something serious, I drop the act. I listen, I care, and I try to be there for them, even if it’s just with words.

That’s how it started with her.

I didn’t think much of it at first. She was just a classmate, someone I saw around school, someone I would joke with like everyone else. But that changed when she messaged me one day, telling me that someone close to her had passed away. I could tell she was hurting. The usual jokes weren’t going to help this time. So, I said what I thought she needed to hear—something real. I told her not to carry the guilt, that her family would understand, that it was okay to feel the sadness.

What I didn’t expect was how that one conversation would change things between us.

After that, she started talking to me more, sharing things that were deeper, more personal. And honestly, I liked being that person for her. I liked that she trusted me. We became close, closer than I had ever expected. We messaged each other every day, and I found myself looking forward to our late-night talks. She was someone I could be serious with when I needed to be, but also someone I could laugh with. It was... easy.

But there was always this underlying thing. I could feel it—how she sometimes looked at me, how she would hesitate when we talked about relationships or love. I could sense that she might be starting to feel something more, but I never addressed it. I didn’t want to ruin what we had. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that, if I could give her more than what we already had. So I kept things light, made jokes, even teased her about not falling for me. It was my way of keeping distance, of protecting whatever we had.

Then the pandemic hit, and everything changed.

We couldn’t see each other in person, but we still talked—about school, life, frustrations. It became a routine, something that kept us both grounded during all the chaos. And then, before I knew it, senior year was almost over. She told me she got hired at a company and would be moving away. I congratulated her, of course, but there was this sinking feeling in my chest that I didn’t want to acknowledge. I should’ve done more. I should’ve made more time for her before she left, but I didn’t. I made excuses, said I was busy, and when she planned that farewell outing, I thought I’d catch her later. Only, she left before I got the chance.

Months passed. She was gone, and we still messaged each other sometimes, but things felt different. Graduation day came, and when I saw her again after so long, I could feel the awkwardness between us. It was like we didn’t know how to talk to each other anymore, like something had shifted, but neither of us wanted to acknowledge it. We didn’t even really talk that day, just a few words exchanged, and then she was gone again.

Then came the news—she found out I was moving to Manila for work. I didn’t tell her myself; she heard it through a friend. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t reach out to her first. Maybe because I knew things had already changed, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. That’s when she sent me the link to her blog, said she had written something for me.

I told her I’d read it once I got to Manila. But I didn’t.

Days turned into weeks, and I kept putting it off. I don’t even know why. Maybe I was scared of what she might’ve written, scared that it would confirm what I already knew—that she had feelings for me, and I wasn’t ready to face it. Months went by, and the guilt of not responding started eating at me. I wanted to, but I didn’t know what to say. How could I? I didn’t want to hurt her, but I knew I couldn’t give her what she wanted.

Then, one day, on Independence Day, I finally read it.

She had confessed her feelings—feelings she had been holding onto for so long. I could feel the weight of every word she wrote, the care, the hope. And I felt terrible for making her wait so long for a response. But I had to be honest with her. I couldn’t pretend. I couldn’t lead her on.

So I replied, months late. I told her how much I valued our friendship, how much she meant to me, but that I didn’t feel the same. It was hard to write those words, knowing that they would hurt her, but it was the truth. I couldn’t be the person she wanted me to be, and I didn’t want to give her false hope.

After I hit send, I didn’t know what to expect. I figured that was it. Our friendship was over, ruined by feelings we couldn’t control. Part of me felt relieved, like I had finally addressed the elephant in the room, but another part of me felt like I had lost something important. Something irreplaceable.

It’s been two years now since I last saw her. We don’t talk like we used to. The late-night chats have stopped, and the easygoing friendship we had has faded into something... distant. I know she’s probably moved on, and I’ve tried to do the same. But sometimes, I think back to those days when things were simpler, when we could talk for hours without the weight of unspoken feelings hanging between us.

I don’t regret being honest with her, but I do regret that things had to change. I wonder if we could have stayed friends, if there was a way to keep what we had without crossing that line. But now, it’s too late.

Sometimes, the hardest part isn’t the confession. It’s realizing that once you cross that line, you can’t go back.

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Years had passed, and life had moved on, or so she thought. The memories of Yuki were tucked away somewhere deep in her heart, only surfacing in quiet moments when she allowed herself to remember the time they had spent together—the late-night conversations, the friendship that had once been so easy. It wasn’t until tonight, at a concert she hadn’t even planned on attending, that all those buried feelings came rushing back.

As the music boomed around her and the crowd swayed to the beat, she scanned the sea of faces absentmindedly. Then she froze. There he was. Yuki. Laughing with a group of friends not too far away, looking almost the same as he had in school—except more mature, more... distant. Her heart raced, and a wave of panic hit her. She wasn’t ready for this. She wasn’t ready to face him.

Without thinking, she turned and ran.

Yuki had been enjoying the concert, trying to lose himself in the music, when he saw a flash of movement in the crowd. It took him a second to register the familiar face—her face. His heart skipped a beat. She was here. After all these years, here she was, just a few feet away. But before he could even process what he was feeling, she was running. Running away.

“Wait!” Yuki called out instinctively, his feet already moving to chase her.

She wove through the crowd, her heart pounding louder than the music. She didn’t know why she was running. Maybe it was the shock, or maybe it was the fear of facing everything she had tried to bury for so long. But she couldn’t face him—not after all this time, not after everything that had happened between them.

Yuki wasn’t about to let her disappear again. He pushed through the crowd, calling her name. The sound of his voice sent a shiver down her spine, but she kept moving. Finally, she reached the exit, breathless and shaken, but before she could make it out, a hand gently grabbed her wrist.

“Please, wait,” Yuki’s voice was soft but urgent.

She stopped, frozen in place. Slowly, she turned to face him. The years had changed him—there was a seriousness in his eyes now, something different from the carefree boy she once knew. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The noise of the concert faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in the moment.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” he said, his voice low but steady.

She swallowed, her heart still racing. “I... I didn’t mean to run.”

Yuki smiled gently. “I know. But... we can’t keep running forever, can we?”

The weight of unspoken words hung between them.

The moment felt like it stretched forever, yet it passed too quickly. She stared at Yuki, his familiar face now so different in the dim light of the street outside the concert venue. Time had changed him—broadened his shoulders, deepened the lines around his eyes—but there was something else. Distance.

“Yuki…” she began, but her voice faltered. What could she say to bridge the years of silence and the painful words left unspoken?

Yuki’s smile faded, replaced with a somber expression that mirrored the weight in her chest. “I’ve thought about you a lot,” he said quietly, his eyes not meeting hers. “About what happened between us, how we just… drifted apart.”

She felt her heart twist at his words. The memories came flooding back: late-night chats, stolen glances, the warmth of their friendship turning into something she had kept hidden for so long. The confession she had finally sent him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’d feel the same. Only for it to be met with silence.

“You never responded,” she whispered, the hurt she had buried for so long rising to the surface. “I waited, Yuki. For months, I waited.”

He winced, the guilt clear in his eyes. “I know. And I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to reply. I didn’t want to hurt you… but I didn’t realize how much I already had by saying nothing.”

She felt the sting of tears, but she blinked them back. “You broke me,” she said, her voice trembling. “I put everything I felt into that message, and you just… left me hanging. I thought we meant something to each other. I thought I meant something to you.”

Yuki took a deep breath, the regret etched into his features. “You did. You do. But when I got your message, I… I was scared. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and I didn’t know if I could give you what you were asking for. I wasn’t ready.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. All this time, she had held onto the hope that maybe, deep down, he had felt the same way but was too afraid to admit it. But hearing him now, she realized how wrong she had been.

“I loved you, Yuki,” she said, her voice breaking. “I really loved you. And you just… let me go.”

The silence between them was suffocating. Yuki looked at her, his eyes filled with sorrow. “I know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I’m sorry. But I couldn’t love you the way you deserved to be loved.”

Her heart shattered at his words, the final confirmation of what she had feared all along. There was no ‘what if.’ There was no going back. Everything they had was truly lost.

She looked down, biting her lip to keep from crying. She had promised herself she wouldn’t cry in front of him, not now, not after everything. “So that’s it, huh?” she said bitterly. “We’re just strangers now, after everything?”

Yuki’s silence was answer enough.

She felt the tears start to slip down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away. She couldn’t do this anymore—couldn’t keep holding onto something that was never going to happen.

“I thought seeing you again would change things,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But now… I realize it doesn’t. We’re not the same people we were, Yuki. And I can’t keep pretending that we are.”

He reached out as if to comfort her, but she took a step back. She couldn’t bear his touch. Not now. Not when it was all too late.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, his voice cracking with emotion. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

She looked at him one last time, memorizing the face of the boy she had loved, the boy who had broken her heart without even knowing it. “Goodbye, Yuki.”

Before he could say anything, she turned and walked away. This time, she didn’t run. She didn’t need to. Because she knew—deep down—that this was the real goodbye. Not just to Yuki, but to the hope she had carried for so long.

And as she disappeared into the crowd, Yuki stood there, watching her go, knowing that he had lost something he would never be able to get back.

[rickybaby]

Daniel Joseph Ricciardo, you are the World Champion!

In which Daniel wins the Championship.

Warning: Pure, utterly complete delusion.

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February 2026, Bahrain

“Well, hello everyone. Cars, on track, for the first time this year! How good is that?!”

“So much to cover this afternoon” Ted Kravitz led his cameraman down the paddock as he fished his notes out of his pocket. “Right then, let’s start off with the talk of the paddock - the new Audi-Sauber team and their surprising new driver line-up!” 

“It’s a bit of an interesting one, isn’t it? Daniel Ricciardo and Theo Pourchaire! Yep, the Honey Badger is back in F1 after three years out. Are we surprised that Audi went for Danny Ric? I mean it’s an easy choice if you’re looking for experience. Yes, his last season with McLaren had not been great, but I think he’s more than proved himself in the years away since then, hasn’t he?”

“He’s won Le Mans in 2023 and then went on to win the Indy500 just last year. And you know what that makes him? The only second driver to have ever won the triple crown of motorsport!” Ted stopped just outside the new Audi motor home. “Also he didn’t do too badly today as well.”

“He finished P6 on the timesheets, with his former teammate Max Verstappen in P1, followed by the merc boys - George and Lewis, Yuki Tsunoda in that second Red Bull and Charles Leclerc in his Ferrari. It’s not looking too bad for the Australian, is it? He may just be the one to look out for this season!”

“Now Pete, the Ferraris!” He gestured for his cameraman to follow him as he continued to move down the paddock “those were some interesting side pods we saw on the car …”

-l l-

Up in his driver’s room, Daniel Ricciardo felt as if his neck was about to snap into two. It was always painful to get back into the car after the winter break and even more so now, when he’d been out of the car for three years, but damn if he could stop himself from smiling. 

“How was it out there today?” Michael asked as he applied the kinesio tape on Dan’s neck. “Good” he said, and just like in his interviews from earlier, he had to stop himself from gushing, had to be conservatively optimistic for fear of jinxing himself. Truth be told, he felt almost jubilant. Because this morning, when he’d sat in the car and drifted out of the garage, he’d felt that click with the car. The click he hadn’t felt since he’d left Red Bull. He might get criticised for this, but Daniel had never been the type of driver who’d get too technical. His driving style had always been more instinctive. He had to have that particular feeling in the car, that certainty that the car would do exactly what he expected it to do when he was throwing it around a corner at 300 kilometres per hour. He wasn’t naïve, he knew there were still kinks to work out, but he knew the pace was there because they’d been massively sandbagging this morning. He almost had to stop himself from declaring he was here to win the championship because he knew they might laugh him out of the paddock. But these people didn’t know the new Daniel, most still remembered the broken man that McLaren had left for dead. 

For his sanity’s sake, Daniel rarely thought back to the season he lost his seat. It had happened to his teammates before but he’d never thought it would ever happen to him. Even after McLaren had essentially fired him, he’d still had hope he could turn his career around. He’d only lost hope when he had found out that Pierre got the Alpine seat while he was still in Australia before the Singaporean Grand Prix. From that moment on, he’d known his prospects for 2023 were pretty much non-existent, but still he’d flown to Singapore, did his media duties, played his usual happy-go-lucky guy role to perfection and all the while, he had been dying inside. And then he got P5 in that race, his best finish that season. He had people congratulating him and through it all, all he could think about was how far he had fallen. He used to be on the top step and now people were patting him on the shoulder for fucking P5. 

That night, he’d gone back to his hotel room and looked at himself in the mirror, really looked at himself and he hadn’t recognised the man who’d looked back at him. He still loved the sport but he couldn’t see the Daniel who was passionate about racing, whether he came in first or last. He could only see a man who had been so concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other everyday for so long that he hadn’t realised he had reached the end of the road. He’d picked up the phone and dialled his mom even though he knew it was an ungodly hour in Australia. His mom had picked up on the first ring and she’d softly said his name. That string that had been holding him back finally snapped, and he’d cried, big gulping sobs, snot mixing with his hot tears. When he’d finally calmed down, his mom had quietly told him you know what you have to do. The next morning, he’d told Blake and Michael about his decision. 

For the rest of the season, everyone and their mother had gone on and on about what a terrible decision he was making, that they couldn’t understand why he would take a step back. He hadn’t needed people to tell him the risk he was taking, he’d been well-aware of the odds of him ever making his way back on the grid. But he’d reached a point where he couldn’t go on, it had been more important for him to salvage whatever dignity he had left and leave before he started hating the sport. Sometimes, it took a lot more of bravery to accept defeat. So he’d left. He’d taken the time to find his smile again and then block by block, he’d slowly started to rebuild himself into a better, improved Daniel. And this Daniel was here to win. 

-l l-

May 2026, Monaco

“Hello and welcome to the qualifying round of the 2026 Monaco Grand Prix. Join us as we watch the 20 drivers fight it out for pole position here. Martin, we all know how important qualifying is here. Who is your favourite for pole position here today?”

“Yes, Crofty. Qualifying in Monaco is always a special one. It really tests all the skills you need as an F1 driver. It should be an interesting fight for pole today. We can expect Max, Lewis and Charles to be bringing a good fight, but I believe we may be in for a surprising result in Daniel Ricciardo. He’s been on pole twice here before and with the season he’s been having since his comeback, I don’t think we can discount him from the fight.”

“Ah yes, Daniel Ricciardo. What a mega comeback it has been. He was in the top 5 in Bahrain and Saudi, and then he went on to win his home race! What an incredible weekend that was! I don’t think I’ve ever heard a crowd cheer so loud as he was making his way round that last corner at Albert Park before he took the chequered flag.”

“Definitely, his performances have been incredible. He did well in China and Baku as well, placing second in both of these races”

“If he continues with performances like that, I think he’ll have to lay off the shoey a bit. Surely, it wouldn’t be too good for his health if he does back-to-backs!”

Daniel knew these streets like the back of his hand. He could drive this track with his eyes closed. So far, he’d been P3 in both Q1 and Q2. There was 3 minutes left on the clock and he had to make this lap count. As he reached the end of his outlap, he briefly closed his eye, took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders. He let his instincts take over. He almost felt like he was having an out-of-body experience, hovering over the car, watching as he hit the apex, anticipating where the racing line was even before he was taking that exit. He didn’t even need confirmation from his engineer to know pole was his. And the next day, as he took the chequered flag, he couldn’t help thinking that winning Monaco was even sweeter the second time around. 

-l l-

September 2026, Monza

“Mate, zucchini on pizza sounds awful”

“Don’t diss it until you’ve tried it, Russell George” Daniel laughed, as they made their way to the truck for the driver’s parade. Daniel couldn’t really tell how his friendship with George had come about. They were vastly different people, but they’d always shared a mutual respect and then George had been one of the few people who had not hesitated to outwardly support him during that last year. And for that, Daniel would always be grateful. He got on the truck, fist-bumping all of the drivers.  The Italian sun was shining and just like in 2021, he was starting in P2 just behind Max. Daniel was desperate to pull off the same start as he had the last time around. He badly wanted to win here again. His last Monza win would always be associated with McLaren and he wanted a Monza win that he could call just his. 

Later on, as he stood on the highest step of the podium, head tipped back as Max poured the bottle of champagne over him, Daniel felt vindicated. Last time around, he’d cried on the podium, out of relief, out of happiness that he could give that win to his team. This time around, he felt like roaring, felt like banging on his chest. This more than anything felt like a big fuck you to McLaren. In the five years since that last victory, since McLaren had kicked him out, he’d won two of the most prestigious motor races in the world, had clawed his way back to F1, had won another six Grand Prix, had been on 10 podiums so far, while McLaren was still chasing that illusive next victory. He was still McLaren’s last winner. He sat down and unlaced his boots. He’d had his redemption, now it was time for his vindication. 

-l l-

November 2026, Abu Dhabi

“Radio check, Daniel”

“Loud and clear” 

“30s to the formation lap”

“25s…”

“10s …”

The tire blankets were removed, the car was lowered on its jack. His head mechanic gave him a slight nod. Good to go. 

Daniel lowered the lid on his helmet, flexed his hand on the steering wheel. This was it. All or nothing. Last night, he’d been beating himself up for missing out on pole and for qualifying P3. Then this afternoon, as he walked into the paddock, Martin fucking Brundle had pushed his microphone into his face and had the gall to go on about how surprising it was that Daniel was even a name in the championship fight, how no one had expected that he would only be four points behind Max in the lead going into the final race. Daniel had wanted to snap that he had, that he’d come into this season with the full belief that he could win, but he’d put on his usual smile and gave his usual asinine answer. 

That more than anything had fired him up. All throughout his career, people had always underestimated him, thinking he was no more than the joker he liked to play.   He let that need to prove people wrong fuel him. He thought back to his win over Valterri in Silverstone during their junior years. He wasn’t meant to win that race, but then he had.  It had been the same in China in 2018. Most of his wins had been outside of pole. The championship was still his to lose before it was even Max’s to win. He was Daniel Ricciardo, he could make the unexpected happen. 

5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … breathe … 1 … lights out.  It was time to go hunting. 

“Good job, mate. You got Leclerc on the start. Up to P2. 54 laps to go. All to play for.”

Max wasn’t the kind of driver who would easily give in to mind games on track , but Daniel knew the only way he could win this was to force Max into making a mistake. For him, that was the fun in hunting - lulling your prey into complacency, slowly drawing blood before  pouncing for the kill. 

So, he waited.  Lap after lap, he held on to Max, staying in his slipstream. They both built a gap to the rest of the grid, had their pitstops and yet Daniel did not make a move. His engineer kept feeding him information about tyre temperature, Max’s lap times and through all of it, he kept his eyes fixed to the back of Max’s car. Five laps to go. It was time to add a bit of pressure. He closed the gap to the car in front, his front tyres nearly kissing the rear of Max’s car. He stayed glued to Max’s gearbox as they went into the next turn.  From then on, it was a game of cat and mouse. Daniel dove down the inside of Max, but Max firmly closed the door. Daniel weaved back and forth, never letting max forget of the danger he posed. He dove and recoiled. Daniel once again dove down the inside going into the next chicane, coming out of the exit side by side with Max. He knew that he wouldn’t have been able to make the move stick because Max had the racing line on that one, but he could feel Max’s nervousness. He had started driving more defensively, going over a couple meters of track he didn’t need to to fend Daniel off. Daniel could smell the blood in the water. Two laps to go. It was time to make his move. He did the classic switcheroo, diving down the inside before switching back, making the move stick by outbraking Max at the last second. They exited the corner with Max trying to come back at him, but Daniel kept a steady grip on the racing line, gradually pulling away. 

Daniel knew the battle wasn’t over. Anything could happen in the last few corners. He tried to keep his heart rate down, kept his focus on the last lap ahead. Keep it together, don’t get cocky, he repeated to himself.

“Okay, Daniel. Last corner, last corner. Verstappen is 0.4s behind you. You’re going to make it, Daniel. We just need to keep it together. This is it, Daniel. This is it.”

“What a brilliant battle we’ve seen these last two laps. Max Verstappen has defended his first position valiantly, but there was no stopping this man, Daniel Ricciardo. And just like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the honey badger has come back to win his first world championship as he takes the checkered flag under the lights here in Abu Dhabi! He becomes the second driver only in history to have won the triple crown of motorsport and a Formula One championship! What an incredible achievement!”

Daniel could hear his team go wild over the radio as he crossed the finish line. His heart felt like it could burst from his chest at any moment, it was beating so furiously. The fireworks overhead blurred and sparkled through his tears and sweat running down his face. He’d spent so long chasing this dream, sacrificed so much to get to this moment that now that it was within his grasp, he couldn’t quite believe it. For the first time in his life, Daniel Ricciardo was speechless. 

“Thanks boys. Thank you” Daniel’s voice cracked with emotion. He wasn’t even embarrassed that he was openly crying. He had fought too long for this, he deserved it. “Thanks for believing in me. I knew we could do it. We deserve it!”

He parked his car in parc fermé. Knees weak, he clambered up onto the halo and as a million flashbulbs went off, he beat on his chest. The honey badger was finally victorious. 

Then, it was a blur of celebratory hugs and pats from his team, from the other drivers. Through it all, he remembered seeing his mom’s tear-stained face, his dad’s proud smile. On the podium, the Australian flag draped over his shoulders, head thrown back as he tried to stop himself from crying once again. Fucking hell, he’d done it. Then he was handed his trophy. He placed a soft kiss at her base, then he was lifting her up as the lights bounced off the silver. 

Much later, Daniel walked into his driver’s room, still in a daze, shoeless, race suit drenched in sweat, tears and champagne. He looked at himself in the tiny mirror on his wall. The urge to both laugh and cry bubbled up inside of him. It was going to take sometime for it to really sink in for him. He dragged his hands over his face and up into his curls. Guess he could really say he never left this time around. 

[freshie44]

Finale Celebration

@fictional-actors-bracket

A little final write-up for my precious Juza since I wrote that bit of fic at the beginning of the final poll, I might as well write something at the end of it as some kind of epilogue.

Juza fell to the stage, breathing hard. Their body felt sore it felt like they had just gone through an intense workout. They put everything into that performance, ignoring the scoreboard until they heard the buzzer.

"Damn, those Shadow Girls were no joke. They set such a high bar I'm not sure if I was able to clear it," Juza said through pants of exhaustion. They had one eye open as they checked the scoreboard. What, that can't be … The scoreboard showed that they won. They, they actually did it. They actually won …..

They heard footsteps rushing the stage, they knew it would be the Mankai Company rushing to congratulate them. However, they heard the voice of the shadow girls.

"Have you heard the news? Of a thespian unsure of even who they were that enter a struggling company in the hopes of following their dreams," said one.

"Yes, I have heard of them. Their skill grew but their self-doubt never went away. Now what will they do when presented with evidence that they are truly skilled in their art," asked the other.

"I would celebrate, I would screech to the heavens, maybe gorge myself on sweets. But we are not them now are we?"

"No, No, we will wish them well and continue our observing and see whether they continue to refuse what in front of them."

"Either way, congrats Juza," they both said before fading into the shadows again.

As they faded the Mankai boys made their way to them. Juza was in a stupor still as they felt people hug him from behind and by their sides. If they had to take a guess it was probably Kumon, Muku, Taichi, Sakuya, and Citron. They felt two strong arms pull them up. No doubt Tasuku and Omi with how easy they did it. They then came eye to eye with Sakyo his arm crossed with a smug but proud smile on his face. Banri was slightly behind him to his right giving a big smile not even pretending that he wasn't happy for his rival. Behind them stood Tenma, Azami, Yuki, Tsugumi, Itaru, Guy, and Azuma the more reserved member that wouldn't want to be part of the dogpile of the more excitable members. The others probably stood just behind them making sure those excitable members let Juza get their footing again.

"Hyodo, I want you to tell us and everyone who you are. Don't mince words we all want to hear it," said Sakyo.

Juza gulped, they knew the words but did they truly …. no, they promised Sakyo before the finals. They had to do this, no matter what the voice in their head said. They had literal undeniable proof. "I ….. a true thespian …. I'M A TRUE THESPIAN! I deserve to stand on this stage and say that I'm a talent to the craft!!!!"

There were smiles all around and they felt tears rolling down their face. They realized they had a huge smile on their face as well. They couldn't remember the last time that they smiled this hard. Not even after their first performance with Mankai. They had always controlled their emotion to the best of their ability. They knew they didn't have to with the others but some habits were harder to break than others. But today their true emotions wouldn't be hidden as they were brought into a group hug.

To say the others were a bit shocked to see for a second time today to see one of their most reserved and tough members crying at first would be an understatement but that smile. It was worth it, they knew that Juza wasn't one to show much emotion. But that pure unbridled smile. It was something they would protect and do their best to coax out again. As much as Juza was self-conscious of their look their smile was truly beautiful.

[formula-1-otp]

Safety Net

Summary: A misunderstanding causes a conflict between Yuki and Liam, Charles notices Liam’s panic, Logan and Charles to the rescue!

A/N : Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy this also from a tumblr prompt from @saraswritingtipps

"¡ promise i'll keep you safe, no matter what."

I hope you guys enjoy feel free to comment requests!!

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Williams had had a great race. Logan finally felt like he was proving what he could do. Logan saw Alex to his left as he exited the car ready to congratulate the younger man. He accepted the celebrations before going over to the team to see how everyone else placed and debriefed. Logan peeked out of the garage to see the other drivers all chatting out front. It wasn't uncommon for the drivers to meet after a race but outside Williams was odd.

Liam stepped out of the car, definitely not the finish he wanted but he would take any experience in the car he could get. Heidi saw the team looking at the data sheets trying to find where it all went wrong, qualifying 5th fastest but finishing almost last was not normal, but Liam wasn’t sure what happened he just couldn’t find the pace he needed to keep up. He was quickly escorted out of the garage and to the media pen where he answered what felt like millions of questions.

“So Liam how do you think this will affect the team for next week’s race?” Liam couldn’t help but take a few seconds to find a good answer. Heidi had been media trained but nowhere near the ability of a full-time driver.

“As long as we keep our heads up and learn from our mistakes I think we’ll have no issue for next week,” he managed to give a fake smile, he wasn’t sure if he would be driving next week, Daniel was supposed to be off for a couple more weeks but he couldn’t help but overhear talk that Zane may take over for the few Liam was trying so hard to prove he deserved to be there. He wanted a full-time seat for next year but with today’s performance, he wasn’t sure that would happen.

“Liam, do you have anything to comment about the allegations online?” Liam gave a blank stare he hadn’t heard of any allegations, at least his PR manager hadn’t said anything.

“I don’t know about any allegations-“

“So no comment on you defacing Yuki’s car?” The interviewer asked again before Liam could even get a word in his PR manager was beside him warding off the media and dragging him back to the garages.

“What were they talking about?” Liam had to ask, if this was about him he needed to know.

“We’ll discuss it after just go back to the garage for a debrief and I’ll meet you there.” Liam gave a small huff as he slowly made it back to the RB garage.

Unfortunately, news spread fast in the paddock and it wasn’t long before the young kiwi was being surrounded by other drivers and staff all questioning him. Liam was trying to come up with an answer but before he could Yuki walked straight through the crowd to the Kiwi before giving him a quick hard slap across his cheek.

“I thought we were friends! But you wanted to get in the good books so badly you had to destroy my car!” Yuki was yelling and Liam was just frozen in fear. He didn’t know what was going on but whatever it was it wasn’t good.

“Liam why would you do that?” He turned to see Max staring at him, he couldn’t read the expression of the Dutchman. Liam could feel his breathing picking up he was starting to feel claustrophobic with the amount of people surrounding him all screaming for answers but no one would give him time to explain or get a word in edge-wise.

Charles wasn’t stupid he could see the panicked look on the young Kiwi. He wanted answers as much as everyone else after watching the video but he knew that sending the young kiwi into a panic attack wasn’t going to help. Charles quickly turned to the Williams garage, he found the American who was already staring at the group outside.

“Logan, we need to get Liam out of here,” Charles didn’t give time to explain and he was grateful Logan didn’t ask too many questions before running through the group to get to the middle.

Liam couldn’t hear much his hearing was coming in and out just like his vision he was aware someone was touching him before he could even process who it was he was flinging himself backwards just to get away from the commotion and silence his brain for a second.

Logan wasn’t sure what was going on, he could only imagine how Liam felt, the American was having a hard time understanding anything all he could see was his boyfriend in distress.

“What’s going on?” Logan asked but no one would listen, all too busy talking over each other to understand anything. Logan stood in front of Liam trying to shield the kiwi from the outside world.

“Liam? Liam, can you hear me?” Logan could see how the words weren’t registering. Logan could see the shakiness of his stance and how laboured his breathing was. It wasn’t until Logan went to put his arm on Liam that Logan understood the severity of the situation. The second Logan’s hand made contact with the kiwi the other boy was flying backwards into the people surrounding him.

Charles couldn’t watch anymore he knew Yuki had a right to be mad, but they should hear the full story before assuming. Charles pushed his way into the middle of the circle.

“If you are not directly related to the incident can you please leave!” Charles tried to be polite but also had to get his point across luckily most of the group had wandered off. Yuki and his crew were now just standing in front of Charles with Logan and Liam behind, Pierre was not far behind but that didn’t surprise Charles.

“I know you’re mad Yuki-“ Charles went to continue unfortunately Yuki cut him off.

“Mad! Mad doesn’t even begin. I want an explanation! I have to go to debrief but I’ll be back,” Logan rolled his eyes luckily the Japanese man couldn’t see. Logan still also not knowing what they were talking about his only concern was his boyfriend.

Yuki and Pierre stormed off and Charles let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Heidi finally got a chance to turn to the two behind him.

“Thank you, Charles,” Logan gave the Monegasque a small smile.

“Here I’ll hear you get him into your driver's room,” Charles carefully went to the side of Liam.

“Liam, Charles and I are gonna help you back to my driver's room is that okay?” Logan made sure to make eye contact before getting a small nod out of Liam. Logan could see the tears in his eyes and had to stop himself from punching out half the grid. He knew violence wouldn’t solve anything but he hated seeing Liam like this, honestly, it was usually the other way around, Liam would drop everything to help Logan through his race weekends and console him after he crashed out or had a bad finish. Logan couldn’t say it was often the tables turned. The two men finally got Liam situated in Logan’s driver's room. Logan barely sat down before Liam was clinging to him.

“Hey baby, can you breathe with me?” Logan could still hear the laboured breathing so he began to take big deep breaths. It wasn’t long before Liam’s breathing finally calmed down unfortunately the tears had started.

“I don’t know what I did,” Liam sputtered out before more tears began to fall. He didn’t, all he knows is that he failed his team in the race and now the grid was mad at him.

“I don’t know either baby, it’s okay we’ll worry about it later,” Logan just consoled the kiwi.

Logan looked to Charles who was sitting on Liam’s other side. He and Charles weren’t friends but he was glad the older man could see the problem and notice there was an issue. Liam fell asleep against Logan’s side, the panic attack he had had wiped out most of his energy.

“Do you know what this is all about?” Logan asked quietly he didn’t want to wake the kiwi but he wanted to know. Liam and Yuki were friends and to see Yuki ready to tear him to shreds hurt Logan’s heart.

“There’s a video circling, I’ll show you,”

Charles pulls out his phone, Logan can’t believe his eyes. Liam ran around the side of the car, scratching the doors, spray painting the side and so much more. Logan didn’t understand, he had been with Liam almost all weekend apart from media and race time.

“Wait can you pause it and rewind a bit?” Logan was inspecting the video, something looked off nothing big but something small. As he zoomed in on the video he saw a small outline in some parts of Liam.

“What do you see Logan?” Charles was confused he had watched the video but he hadn’t inspected it like Logan currently was.

“It’s fake…. See that, you can see he was placed on top,” Logan pointed out to Charles. The Monegasque just stared, he knew fake articles were normal but fake videos were new.

“We have to show everyone,” Logan said, he knew until the grid had this issue sorted everyone would be picking sides unfortunately he couldn’t blame anyone for picking Yuki, from the blind eye the video looks real it’s not till you deconstruct it that it starts to come to flourish.

Logan ran his fingers through Liam’s blonde hair. He couldn’t help it having the blonde in his lap made him a bit more affectionate.

Liam’s small nap had done nothing to help his anxiety or the exhaustion from racing and having a panic attack. The kiwi opened his eyes to see Logan smiling at him, he then saw that Charles was also smiling.

“Hey, did you have a good nap?” Logan asked quietly not wanting to startle the boy.

“I guess,” Liam rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up. At this point, he just wanted to sleep for eternity.

“Do you want to see what everyone freaking out about?” Logan asked he made sure to once again make eye contact with the Kiwi, he knew Liam had to know this was his choice.

“Sure,” Liam looked over to Charles's phone as the Monegasque played the video. It wasn’t even 30 seconds in before Liam’s eyes were watering again. He couldn’t believe was he was watching. He didn’t remember doing this? And to Yuki he would never intentionally hurt Yuki.

The tears were coming again and Liam couldn’t stop them. He had tried hard to hold them back but he just couldn’t.

“It’s okay, the video is fake,” Charles added with a smile to Liam’s shocked face. The Kiwi couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You didn’t do anything,” Logan was next rubbing the kiwi's back. Liam was processing, he didn’t do anything, it was all a big misunderstanding.

The three sat in Logan's room for another few minutes. Logan could see how tired his boyfriend was and he would be lying if he said he wasn't also exhausted.

“Shall we go clear your name?” Logan stood with Charles holding out his hand for the kiwi.

Liam smiled as he stood taking Logan's hand, the three made their way back out to the paddock where a group was still gathered. As the three came out of the Williams garage Liam could feel the daggers being stared into him. He stood a little close to Charles pulling Logan closer on his other side.

“I have proof the video is fake!” Logan said to the group immediately.

The group just stared as Logan starting with Yuki and Pierre went around the circle showing everyone that the video was edited. Logan could see the hurt on Yuki’s face, he wouldn't say he was happy but he was glad the Japanese man finally understood.

“I am so sorry Liam,” Logan wouldn't let Yuki get too close not wanting to send the kiwi into another panic. The group apologized and Liam just waved them off. Once the group had dispersed the three men stared at each other for a few seconds before Charles spoke first.

“I do have to get back to the garage but you guys have a good night!” Charles smiled at the two before heading down to the bright red garage.

The two remaining boys ended up going back to the hotel, enjoying some room service dinner before cuddling up in their bed. Logan could see a slight shake in Liam. The American smiled and pulled the other boy to his chest.

“Thank you, Logan,”

“I made a promise I'll keep you safe, no matter what, and I intend to keep it.”

[banqanas]

I learned about Exile first because a Toku actor I adore was in one of their MVs, which was how I learned about LDH. Back then, Gekidan wasn't even really a thing. I discovered Sho through a comedy movie later and was immediately charmed by him. Next I discovered Onocha due to him being in the MV for a LDH girl group ("Love", they sadly disbanded pretty quickly).

It took a while before I really got into Gekidan after that. I did notice Keita in a couple of things here and there, but he had yet to make his big break.

By chance I discovered the Gekidan stage "Attack No1" which stared almost the whole group (minus Kanta because he wasn't part of LDH yet). Let me tell you what a blast that was. Luckily it was the first version with Kenchi and Tetsuya (both got later replaced in the second version by Naoki and Naoto, while Gun took over for Keita).

If you ever manage to get your hands on that stage, please watch the first version. It's one of the most hilarious things I've ever seen. Shin and Yuta kiss on the lips, Tetsuya marries off Onocha to Masa, though in the end it's Keita confessing (he's pining the whole time) and running away with Onocha. It's very wild.

It was around 2014/5 when I really got into the group, which was triggered by Omi's first movie and soon after the first HiLO season. Then Kamen Rider Ex-Aid and Ultraman Geed happened at the same time, which was quickly followed by more HiLO, and after that there was no turning back for me. I still remember how Onocha congratulated Yuta on the Ultraman Zero role with Yuta saying that he was feeling a lot of motherly love coming from Onocha. XD

Idk if you know about their old manager's blog where he talked about the group and the members and what he thinks about them, saying that even though Gekidan is one group, it's actually two odd families living side by side with Sway being the weird uncle who shows up from time to time. Family A is Sho (papa, gamer), Shin (mama), Keita (too quiet/calm, often wonders what he's thinking) and Kanta (takes too many photos). And family B is Yuta (cook/househusband), Masa (owns too many cleaning products), Onocha (gamer/likes to annoy Sho) and Nobu (big brother).

(Also before I forget it; you are so right Gekidan + taiko drums are a match made in heaven. I really hope there will be a chance to see Aki, Yuki and Ken-chan doing it together with the others.)

It was really great to see Aki, Yuki and Ken-chan watch the JAM recital and cheer on their future group mates. They talked about it on Insta, saying that Aki was the responsible older brother who took his younger brothers to a concert. They were even decked out in JAM merch and all.

I think the photos of the summer outing are still up on the LDH Izakaya insta (I do remember that both Aki and Onocha posted about it on their insta as well). I guess we'll have to wait and see if they do the LDH Izakaya summer outing again this year and who gets paired off together since it's always odd pairs.

Wow you've known them for such a long time!!! Even longer than Kanta's history!!! and omg even seeing a stage with the Exile members...!! the only things i ever found of gekidan are just with the current members 😔

Ohh the gekidan family dynamics is so adorable 😭😭 that's exactly why i wanted to see interactions between the senior members and the newbies 🙏 i wanted to see where Akishio would put himself in the current dynamics because eventho he's new to the company, he acts around gekidan like he's always knew them personally (thanks to being in highlow & prilege i assume). He wasn't afraid to jab or tsukkomi the seniors unlike Maeken and Sakuyuki are.

I'm also interested to see how Machida Keita would act around the new kouhais because he seemed to be fond of Kanta. And like you said he's actually pretty quiet (with his reputation i thought he would be more talkative tbh) so it'll be interesting to see how he acts around new people.

I remember watching the Izakaya livestream with onocha, maeken and sakuyuki, but i guess i missed the one with akishio and onocha 😣 i hope they still have archive of it on CL

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Dra Tsurugi Kinjo x Female!Reader with Divine Luck (6/7)

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Tsurugi Kinjo, ultimate police officer also known as psycho cop. Ask anyone in Class 79 and they'll tell you it's a logical psycho cop with past events and… him

Yes… Him…. Utsuro…who was among you under the identity of Yuki Maeda and his submissive Akane Taira is clinging to his ankles, squeezing them very tightly. " You disgust me !" you stare at him with anger and contempt. “And it says possessor of Divine Luck because the gods chose you ?! You are contemptuous, rude and heartless. You just deserve to burn in hell! » if the look could kill, Utsuro would have been dead for a long time, he answers you totally jaded: « I did not choose this curse…. Ah the hope for something insignificant and useless…. Isn't it Otori ?~" Teruya lost, looking at Utsuro: "Uh? » Utsuro : « When he believed that his dear little child was dead, he ended up breaking down and sinking into despair to then finance the executions. Congratulations dear heir of the Otori Mark, you have the blood of your friends on your hands." the poor ultimate merchant ends up sinking into despair. “As for you, Mekaru. Your parents wanted their daughter to be happy, what a shame they couldn't afford it. That's why they wanted to entrust you to your uncle and your aunt. Who knows ? Maybe things would have been different. When they found out their daughter was dead, they…. Hm… No I'm not going to say it, nothing imagining is enough for your imagination to work to throw you into despair~” looking very satisfied when Rei also ends up in despair. “As for you my dear Kinjo, your best friend's leftovers were apparently delicious. Poor Juu when he knew that his beloved son was dead he immediately wanted to eat you to stay forever with him while descending into despair and a chain reaction caused the entire police department to be entered into it. Logic coming from the infiltrated remnant leader. You can be proud of the one whose blood runs in your veins and who taught you so many things~” you end up breaking down and planting Utsuro several times who ends up dying in excruciating pain and also killing Akane for all his crimes.

Yamato appears on the screen after clearing Monokuma: "That's enough Utsuro !" he ends up seeing that Utsuro and Akane died side by side on one of the two thrones. "Oh, I'm too late." the little virus ends up saving the other three survivors while the former ultimate police officer's mental health has deteriorated to a critical point. You are the last thread before he sinks completely into despair, his love for you is mixed with many other feelings such as hatred, regret, guilt and the desire for revenge to the point where he always clings to you, worried that you're leaving him.

END

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i did something bad - part nine

THE PEOPLE'S PRINCE IS FINALLY CROWNED

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MONACO 2024

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daniel ricciardo any nerves?

charles leclerc the usual amount

checo perez get rid of them. you're going to win.

max verstappen i won't make it easy but i think it's about time you won your home race.

alex albon why are you nervous? you've won 5 races already. no offense to max but you've got this in the bag.

teagan horner i haven't let you down yet have i?

charles leclerc well, no, but, i've gotten pole here in the past and not once has it been converted into a win. i simply do not want to get my hopes up

sebastian vettel you've got this, there is not a doubt in mind.

liam lawson he's got me thinking i could do anything. i think you've got this charles.

pierre gasly HELL YEAH HE DOES!

pierre gasly also, make sure you win, i've got money on this.

mark webber YOU BET ON HIM? pierre gasly stupidity doesn't suit you webber, you're in on it too.

christian horner please win so toger can owe me money.

charles leclerc toto doesn't think i can win?

christian horner that's what you got from that? not that i believe in you? yuki tsunoda it's your job to believe in him. christian horner toger thinks you can win, but for 'legal' purposes he has to bet against you.

pierre gasly carlos also bet you would win.

the moment he had gotten into the car everything went blank. he had a race to win, he wasn't going to let anyone or anything take this from him. charles could hear her voice guiding him but even she was a simple whisper in his mind. he had only one goal today, and that was to win. he had to win this race, if not for him, for his papa. his papa who always believed he would one day win their home race, of course he had hoped it would be that famous red car, but that dream never came true.

the clouds in the sky hadn't helped with the fear he held of not winning again. he had voiced his concerns to teagan but she informed him that she had a plan, she had always had a plan. while everyone else had started off on soft she sent him out on mediums telling him they could extend their first stint until they had to pit for inters. she was 90% sure it would rain, it was monaco and 9 times out of 10 it rained. he trusted her, he truly did, but he was scared he would let down his hometown again.

she had him pit lap 26 when it started to lightly drizzle, right after max went in for hards. of course, he had lost the lead to max and surprisingly had oscar piastri on his ass as he came out of the pit lane. but when max had to pit again for interns he knew she had made the right call. towards the end he felt he could slow down and manage his tires to last him the rest of the race. he prayed to whatever deity looked over him to give him this one win. this was the one that mattered the most to him, the one people had been waiting to see him win.

he would prove to those who had given up on him that he could win monaco. he would win monaco today, it was no longer a matter of if he won it was when he won. today, charles was sure he would be the first monegasque in nearly a 100 years to win the monaco grand prix.

“charles leclerc can see the checkered flag, he can hear the crowd screaming in joy! after 93 years a monegasque driver wins the monaco grand prix! charles leclerc has made history today!” 

“P1! THAT’S P1 CHARLES! YOU DID IT!” teagan shouts. he can hear the happiness in her voice, she had wanted this win for him so bad. with the help of her good strategy calls he had done it.

“YESS!!!” charles shouted, absolute glee in his voice.

"congratulations charles," christian said, "well done, amazing drive. you deserve this one after so many left downs in the past."

"thank you. thank you so much," charles thanked.

"don't thank me kid, this was all you."

he shouts continuously as he finishes his cool down lap, as he parks his car in the parc fermé he can hear the crowd screaming in joy. he stands on the nose of his car, kissing his finger, reaching toward the sky, this win was for his papa. before jumping down from his car, kneeling in front of it and bowing to it. a reminder that to everyone that he still looked up to sebastian. he had seen the german in the red bull garage today, he had kept the promise he made in suzuka. he would be here to watch him win his home race.

he stands rushing into the arms of his team, they welcome him with open arms. they're just as ecstatic as him, they know how long he's wanted this. this and the championship are what he's worked so long for. that was one goal completed, one more left.

the crowd screams his name as their prince is finally crowned winner of the monaco grand prix. there is no better feeling than this to charles. then he sees her, smiling wildly at him next to her father. he takes his helmet and balaclava off, pushing them into the arms of a team member. he rushes to be in front of her, “can i?” she nods and all the emotions he had been feeling are pushed into their kiss. the team shouts in even more joy, if that was even possible, as the crowd shouts in shock and confusion. 

her dad breaks them up, “alright charles, cooldown room, you can kiss her later.” 

“yes sir,” he laughs, leaving her to be weighted. max and oscar congratulate him, also knowing how long he had been waiting for his win. 

teaganhorner "and baby i get mystified by how this city screams your name."

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lilymhe look at my girlfriend!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! originally this was going to be monaco and canada in one but i think monaco deserves its own chapter. y’all be kind for my racing scene, i don’t know how to write one properly, i tried my best, truly.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy

[final-script]

Closed Mouths | PG10

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Sumary: Where Pierre Gasly, closes many mouths by presenting his family to the world.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!

Pic: Pinterest

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The French GP, the Grand Prix of Pierre's house was the moment in which the world finally learned of the new life that the French driver would face.

The day Pierre Gasly the paddock hand in hand with his pregnant girlfriend, no one was willing to move a muscle.

Everyone wanted to make sure that what they were seeing was 100% real.

That they weren't hallucinating or something.

With the life he led (or what the press said), many believed it impossible that the French pilot would one day settle down and decide to start a family.

Y/N- I think we broke everyone.

P- They must be thinking about the next thing they are going to invent, since they have dropped the farce that they have invented in recent months.

Taking your hand more confidently both arrived at the Hospitality of Alpha Tauri, also finding you with many faces of surprise around him.

He took the time to introduce you to every person on his team who made everything possible.

Most smiled and congratulated the new addition to the family.

After officially introducing yourself to Yuki, it was time to meet the guys on the grill you didn't know yet.

Like everyone, they were more than surprised, but at no time did they stop giving congratulations and expressing how happy they were for you.

Obviously you met again with those drivers you already knew, among them clearly was your boyfriend's good friend, Charles Leclerc.

Who when seeing them burst with happiness for finally seeing you in the environment.

Ch- Until you finally come, you don't know how irritating your boyfriend gets here when he misses you.

P- CHARLES!!!, ignore it honey please.

The Monegasque came over and hugged them affectionately.

Ch- I'm glad you've finally come.

Y/N- I think it was time to shut up some mouths and stop hiding. I said looking at my love.

Ch- and boy have they done it, I think there was no person who wasn't in shock.

We exchanged a few more words as Pierre had to prepare for the race just like Charles clearly.

P- I'm really happy that you're here with me, you really don't know what it means to me, thank you for doing this.

Y/N- outside of the fact that this was something we couldn't hide forever, we too are happy to be here supporting Daddy.

Just then, our little girl got noticed.

Y/N- I think she agrees too.

Pierre was smiling as we felt our baby girl again.

He would certainly be one of the most loving parents in the world.

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ANOTHERS

The Exact Moment - Pierre Gasly x Reader

They Say Thath - Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

[adrena-dine]

Monaco GP 2022 : a summary

Not the drivers doing a field day at the festival of Cannes

Charles said « race orders ? We don’t do that here »

Pierre is a suit made me weak 👉🏼👈🏼

Max and Checo catching ducks in a pool ? Monaco’s atmosphere isn’t the same as it was

Ferrari’s TikTok account has turned into a Charles’ thirst trap one 😳 we must stay focus brothers we must stay focus

valtteri and Lewis are another level of relationships with your former teammate. Exchanging helmets ? Boring 🙄 offering nudes ? Innovating and appreciated

The fact that Lewis is going to have a pic of Bottass in his living room is sending me

Seb explaining how did run after robbers. This man is a legend fr

Mercedes having some beef with the fia and hiding their stickers on the car. I’m living for this sassy behaviour 💅🏼💅🏼💅🏼

Lando joking about his own poor health 🥴

Charles still doing his lil pee pee break whenever he can during FP (he stopped peeing in bushes tho)

Mattia holding on his bike for his dear life bc he was scared for him, protective dad mode was on

Yukierre is still in its honeymoon phase and it making me go hihihihihi

Nah Yuki trying to break into Pierre’s room several room ??? They’re not even hiding anymore

Brocedes sharing an elevator, funny innit ?

Amazing helmets 😍

Charles’ awful pants, even him didn’t like it 🤠

Alex sharing where the drivers live in Monaco, that’s dangerous sir 😭

Mess in quali, as expected

Daniel crashing and his engineer asking about the car first 🤪 everything is going well between and his team I’m so happy 🥰🥰🥰

Max checking on him tho 🥲 if your engineer doesn’t do it, your bestie will ❤️

But my boi Andreas said the crash wasn’t his fault bc the engineers messed up his setup. Do they think he can be like an experiment for them ?

Lewis casually saying that if he was a random fan, he would be a Charles’ stan. He’s one of us, one of us 🫡

Red flag for nothing in quali ???? Anyway Pierre got ROBBED

Charles leclerc is the king of Monaco, is the cursed over ? He even slept better than previous years

Boy was doing the quali lap of his time

Stroll’s scream ✋🏼😭

Max being mad af about not finishing his car then going to congratulate Charles like 🥰🥰🥰 and then being mad af again

Checo decided to say « hello 😘 » to the wall and Carlos decided to say « hello 😘 » to Checo. We love besties

Hamilton car sliding as he was driving on Ice

Josh Capito casually taking pictures of the underbody of a Ferrari 🤨 that’s weird, that’s suspicious

Mick looking out for Seb during drivers parade 🥺

Delayed start for a little bit of rain

And then it was pouring 😬😬😬

haas’ twitter admin was on fire again 🤪

One hour of delay at the end 💀

Latifi doing a latifi

Max and Checo crossing the pit lane line but didn’t get anything

Mick’s horrendous crash, I’m so glad he is fine

Esteban putting all his estesussy in his defence and then he got unfairly penalised. I guess FIA was enjoying the monégasque champagne like the guests

Btw most of them were rude towards f1 ppl ☺️☺️☺️☺️ aaaah rich ppl doing rich ppl things 🥰🥰

Kevin and Alex retired but we don’t even know why ?? I know a lot was happening at the moment but pls share the info

Red flags, VSC, safety cars, we got them all 🤪

NAH MA BOI PIERRE WAS GOING THE RACE OF HIS LIFE

Overtakes??? In Monaco ????

Choo Choo Alonso the train was leading his lil wagons

FIA YOU BETTER NOT CANCEL THIS RACE I KNOW IT’S BORING BUT IT’S LIKE FAMILY DINNER, IF YOU MISS IT YOU MAY MISS SOMETHING AMAZING

I know you miss it…SCUDERIA CLOWNERY AND THEIR MESSY STRATEGIES ARE BACK HIHIHI, I knew it was weird that they didn’t pull out one already this year

Carlos’ driving Tokyo drift mode like and Guanyu did the exact same 😳

Charles getting robbed and his best opponent being his own team

The last laps were basically the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. Just pure pain.

He finished a Monaco GP for the first time… better than nothing I guess?

I’ll never forget his raging screams

Congrats to Checo for his victory 🥳 (not him falling on his car tho)

And Carlos saved Ferrari’s day lol

FIA said « no❤️ » to Ferrari’s complains

See y’all later besties