#Yuki will chose love always

[anestofmuses]

what form of love do you embody?

love as a choice

[ love is beautiful because it's built deliberately ] when casey mcquinston wrote "that's the choice. i love him, with all that, because of all that, on purpose. i love him on purpose" and when jenny slate tweeted "i just want someone to grab my little face and scream on purpose, on purpose i am going to care about you" and when jodi picoult wrote "after fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling. it's a choice" and when the good place said "if soulmates do exist, they're not found they're made"

[landoughnut]

Mine All Mine

♡ masterlist - request

♡ pairing - oscar piastri x fem!reader (fc - hailee steinfeld)

♡ summary - (request :) oscar obsessing over his girlfriend on the internet!

♡ warnings - horny/simp oscar, crack, some fluff, some cursing, use of y/n

♡ w/c & a/n - smau | thank you so so much for requesting!! i hope you enjoy lovely xx

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[amirasainz]

omgg!! could you write baby!sainz going to the met gala and the grid watching the livestream of her walking the carpet 🤍

Omg, I love this story. I'm a huge fan of the Met Gala and Vogue. I hope you enjoy reading and don't forget to send some requests. -XoXo

The Met Gala

Amira’s excitement was palpable. The Met Gala—an event she had always dreamed of attending—was finally within her grasp. As a child, she would secretly stay up late with her Abuela to watch the glamorous affair, hidden from her parents’ knowledge.

When the coveted invitation arrived, Amira couldn’t contain herself. She let out a joyous scream, prompting Carlos Sr. and Jr. to rush upstairs in alarm. “Mijha, what happened?” her father asked frantically. “Papá, Papá! Look! I got invited to the Met Gala!” she exclaimed, her happiness overflowing.

Carlos Sr. breathed a sigh of relief before pulling her into a tight hug. After celebrating with her father and her brother Carlos, Amira wasted no time in sharing the news with her mother and sister. The house echoed with even more screams of excitement, and the two Sainz men exchanged knowing glances. It was a moment Amira would cherish forever—a dream come true at last.

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Amira’s long-awaited day had finally arrived. Unfortunately, her family couldn’t be there with her; they were in Spain. Her brother and friends were all in Miami. However, Carlos had promised that they would watch her, which eased her mind.

At 5 p.m., she prepared with her team. Ryan, her makeup stylist, was one of the best in the business. Shanaya, her hair stylist and close friend, was always her go-to for events. As expected, they did an amazing job.

Her dress, a stunning blend of white and blue, was a creation by Dior. It reminded her of the waves in Spain on a windy day—comfortable yet elegant, making her look like a Spanish princess.

“Nervous?” she asked her two friends as she examined herself in the mirror. “Amira, you look—” Ryan began, but Shanaya playfully interrupted, “Perfekt!” Ryan added, “Now, vamos! You want to be fashionably late, not annoyingly late.” Their banter made Amira laugh.

Stepping out of the car, the flashbulbs went wild. Amira tried to maintain her poker face, but when Kim Kardashian and Lana Del Rey greeted her so sweetly, she couldn’t help but grin. They all sat at the same table, and that day marked the beginning of new friendships.

Photographers clamored for her attention, capturing her ethereal presence. With a lovely smile, she waved at one of the broadcast cameras, ready to embrace the magic of the Met Gala.

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“There she is! Oh, look at her!” exclaimed an excited George. The drivers gathered in Max’s room, surrounded by snacks. They had banned their girlfriends from entering—knowing that chaos would ensue. For the past hour, they’d been scrutinizing every look, but none of them quite matched Amira’s.

“My God,” whispered a starstruck Oscar. Lando sat silently next to Carlos, unable to put his feelings into words. Carlos himself felt tears welling up, his little sister looked stunning. He couldn’t have been prouder.

Charles and Pierre exchanged excited whispers in French. “Regarde ça, calamar,” Pierre said. “Je sais. Elle est vraiment la plus belle fille du monde,” Charles replied. Pierre teased, “Ne laisse pas Alex entendre ça.” Charles chuckled, “Alex serait d’accord avec moi.” Then he added playfully, “Comme si Kika et toi ne pensiez pas la même chose.” The best friends burst into laughter.

Max was on the phone with Kelly, passionately maxplaining Amira’s perfect look. Daniel busily snapped pictures of her. Even Yuki stopped eating, captivated by her presence. The camera stayed focused on Amira throughout. When it was time to film another celebrity, chaos erupted in the room—they all wanted to see their Amira.

The next day, it came as no surprise that all the Formula 1 drivers bought fashion magazines featuring Amira Sainz. She had left an indelible mark on the Met Gala, and her star continued to rise.

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Bonus (+) Amira sat at the table, flanked by her newfound friends Kim and Lana. The Met Gala buzzed around them, a whirlwind of glamour and excitement. Suddenly, someone’s hands covered her eyes, and she instinctively turned around. There stood Lewis, a smile playing on his lips.

“Lew-Lew!” she exclaimed, her joy evident. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. “Hi, pretty girl,” he whispered into her ear. “I didn’t know you were here.” Lewis’s possessive arm encircled her waist as he settled into the seat next to her.

The star-studded night continued, and Amira found herself surrounded by both old and new friends. And Lewis? He didn't leave her side the whole night.

[sillyhanako]

╭╯﹒pipo pipo electric sound ！！﹕

🍮﹒⪩⪨ ﹕dates scenarios with the bluck lock boys!

🍮﹒⪩⪨ ﹕STARRING : yukimiya kenyu, bachira meguru and alexis ness ♡ fluff!

🍮꒱﹒a/n﹒one of my best works! Im really proud of this one. Lmk if you want a second part >< contains smau in kenyu and bachira parts and contains soft launches in them all

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୨୧ ㆍ  yukimiya kenyu

Today was one of Yukimiya's rare days off. He had just finished modeling for a big hit magazine, and his manager insisted that he take a day off to reward his hard work.

and how would he spend it? With his lover, of course! Lately, you both have been struggling to make time for each other, each busy with work or school. But today was conveniently a beautiful sunny day where everything just felt right—the breeze was gentle and the air fragrant with spring flowers. Yukimiya decided that this was the perfect moment for a sweet date.

At three thirty he knocked on your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. You were surprised, and Yukimiya could barely see your face, not because of his blindness, but because of how big the bouquet was.

"You didn't have to..! ," you said with joy, unable to contain your excitement and gratitude. "I missed you," he replied softly, placing his gifts on the table and embracing you tightly, as if trying to merge your bodies.

You helped him take off his jacket and handed him a cup of water, engaging in casual conversation to relax after the ride.

"speaking of TikTok, I saw this cute little trend. Look!" You exclaimed, showing him a video of two couples painting each other's t-shirts and a blank dinosaur clay figure.

"I think we should definitely do that. I have spare t-shirts, and instead of clay figures, we can order tote bags. Are you in?" You looked at him with anticipation.

"Yeah sure why not? Should we make matching ones?" "Oh good idea! Ill get the fabric paint hold on-"

after digging for a good 30 minutes in house you finally got what you needed on your living room's table. You laid out your plain canvas bags and soft, white t-shirts like a blank canvas ready to receive your wildest ideas. As you started painting, yukimiya leaned over, his shoulder brushing against yours. “What do you think we should make first?” he asked, his voice playful, and your heart did that little flip it always did around him. You suggested matching sanrio designs— you chose Kiki and LaLa . “Perfect-!” he replied, already splattering some paint onto his shirt in excitement, totally unbothered by the mess you were about to create. You recommended using a starting sketch, so you pulled out your phones getting a clear picture of your character.

Time flew by as you discussed everything varrying from your favorite sanrio products to your dream travel destinations, each topic punctuated by bursts of laughter and playful shoving and thus losing sense of time and making way too many 'masterpieces' . You both decided that every little imperfection you painted was just part of the charm.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with soft hues of pink and orange, you stepped back to admire your creations. They weren’t just tote bags and t-shirts; they were memories smeared with laughter and love. You felt so grateful to have Yuki by your side—someone to share these memories with and made everyone one of them memorable.

“Okay, you know what we should do next? we should to model them!” you declared, striking a silly pose, and it was impossible not to giggle at how silly you looked. You put your new creations on, proudly showcasing your masterpieces, and snapped a few selfies, capturing the essence of the day.

kenyuki our beautiful mess <3 @.ynthediva

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୨୧ ㆍ  bachira meguru

The sun was just beginning to dip behind the buildings as you stood outside the cinema, glancing at your watch, waiting for someone to show up. The flickering neon lights of the theater were a perfect backdrop for one of your favorite dates with your boyfriend bachira. Your heart raced with excitement as you wished for him to speed up just a little bit.

Just as you were about to check your phone, you heard his signature laugh—bright and infectious. Turning around, there he was, a ball of energy with his messy bee coloured hair and those big brown eyes that youve grown to love.

He zoomed toward you like he’d just spotted a prize in a carnival game, and before you knew it, he had looped an arm around your shoulders squeezing you in a hug.

“Hey! Ready for the movie?” he beamed, his enthusiasm almost tangible.

“Absolutely!” you replied, bouncing slightly on your toes trying to match his seemingly endless energy, seriously where does he get it from?

You approached the entrance, the lively crowd enhancing the thrill of the moment. Chatter filled the waiting room and after grabbing your tickets—he insisted on paying because the date was his idea—you headed to the concession stand.

“Okay, we need the largest popcorn they have. And candy! Which one should we get?” he declared as you stood before the colorful assortment of sweets.

“Hmm, gummy bears?” you suggested, but he shot you a look like you'd just suggested swimming in jelly.

“No way, we need chocolate! It’s a movie must-have!” He patted his chest as if making a proclamation.

You chuckled, and after a quick playful banter about whos the better movie must-have you settled on a massive bucket of honey popcorn and a couple of chocolate bars, and he practically wore a victorious grin as you made your way into the screening room.

Once inside, you found your seats—perfectly positioned in the middle of the theater. The dim lights illuminated the previews casting shadows across the room. Bachira flopped down beside you, as you couldn’t help but snicker watching his exaggerated excitement for the snacks, He lunged for the popcorn, shoving a handful into his mouth, claiming he couldnt wait to devour them, and thats probably going to make the both of you watch the rest of the movie without snacks. Fun.

“mhmff! 'his ish tha befsh parsh of tha 'ovie!"  he laughed with his mouth full and a buttery grin "wanth sum?" He offered you a handful of perfectly honeyed popcorn and you could resist the urge to say yes.

You settled in as the previews began to roll, the buzz of the theater fading into the background. He leaned close, whispering comments about the upcoming films, and you found yourself leaning into him, soaking up every moment of this somewhat messy date.

As the lights dimmed fully and the film began, you felt utterly content and couldnt ask for more. I mean your silly boyfriend AND a movie date?, surely you have the capability to muffle some giggles throughout the movie, right?

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ynthediva the date was so fun 😊 exited for more! ➜bachichan glad to heart dat :DD hihuihihh ➜slurisagi why r u down bad bro ➜redprincessa that brotha gooone

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୨୧ ㆍ  alexis ness

The sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting playful shadows across the flour-dusted countertop. You stood there, and besides you ness, apron tied snugly around your waists.

He carefully put the ingredients needed on the countertop and fetched the necessary kitchen tools . "Alright, we have everything ready, we can start now sweetheart ♡” Ness’s sweet voice and dimpled smile broke through the quiet atmosphere.

at ness's announcement you pressed the play button on your phone that started a relaxing melody. You rolled up your sleeves, and together you began measuring ingredients, flour flying, and playful banters. As you poured and stirred, he leaned in closer than necessary, your shoulders brushing.

"It hasnt even been long and i already made a mess.." you said defeatedly, apron full of flour and chocolate stains.

“but youre my mess.” he replied, his gaze softening as he caught your eye. You could feel your cheeks heat up, but you just shrugged it off with a smile. "I swear youre such a tease."

Before long, the oven was preheating and the dough was chilling. “Okay, next step — the bake,” you said, wiping your hands on your apron, feeling quite smug.

He looked at you with a sad puppy-dog expression. “i hope i wont be the cause that messed up the cookies... like the last time.. "

You couldn’t help but feel pity for him, remembering the charred remnants of what was supposed to be a masterful treat. “Hey, that just shows how dedicated you are to your art,” you teased, nudging him playfully. "And i still ate them, didnt i?"

As the sweet aroma began to fill the kitchen, you felt a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the oven. It was the way he wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for you, the way he didnt want to dissapoint you again. it was honestly admirable.

“Just wait until they come out of the oven. They’re going to be amazing just wait till you see!” you said, stealing a quick glance at him, trying to hype him up from his wet-cat mood.

“Not as amazing as you.."  he muttered quietly, but you fortunately catched it and you noticed the hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Okay, flattery will get you everywhere,” you grinned, finally pulling the oven tray that contains now fresh and delicious looking cookies. you didnt miss the chance to shove a hot one to him.

"See? They look appetizing. And i bet theyre tasty too —" You tried one, forgeting it hasnt been even 5 minutes theyre out from the oven. yeah you got burned and got a panicked ness worrying.

alexisn3ss memories with my favourite person 😊💗

anriiiii looks delicious 😮 mind if i get a taste? 🎀 ➜ynthediva yess!! Of course!!! ➜alexisn3ss no go make your own 😊

charliesthebaddie NOOOO who wants to make heart shaped cookies w me 😔😔😔 ➜shidoxox dw i gotchu bro ➜charliesthebaddie bro... 😢

redprincessa i smell wife material 👃 ➜slurisagi from who tho ➜redprincessa alex ➜alexisn3ss call me that again and your acls r gone ➜redprincessa YOU DID NTO ➜ynthediva what do i even say to this 😭 ate or be nice 💔 ➜redprincessa so now ur doubting wether to back me up or not 😒 i thought we had sum smh ➜ynthediva NO PLS I STILL NEED TO KNOW YOUR HAIR CARE ROUTINE

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[coco-loco-nut]

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

pairing: grid x reader, ex x reader

a/n: i changed the lyrics up a bit bc we don’t simp after guys, they simp after us like the queens we are

masterlist ttpd masterlist

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The cameras flash as you step out of your uber, sparkly party dress and a fake smile plastered on your face. You just won at Imola so you can’t skip out on the after party.

“Lights, camera, bitch smile,” you repeat in your head as you walk into the club and make your way to the bar.

“Shots for the winner!” Lando yells, you kinda miss when he was awkward and didn’t know how to be social.

“Great idea, Norris!” you yell back, throwing the shot back. You know there will be cameras on you all night as you party, so you take up your motto. Fake it until you make it.

“Another one!” Yuki cheers. Another shot to drown out your pain.

“Kid, how are you doing?” Lewis pulls you aside, as you hear someone say that you are having the time of your life.

“I can show them lies,” you say through your smile. Your former teammate knows better, he was there when you found out anyway.

“The fucking bastard!” you throw your stuffed animal at the wall from the spot on the floor where you cry. You got a text from an unknown number, well a picture. Your boyfriend clearly in bed with another girl. You delete the text and let yourself cry.

Lewis walks into your room, immediately sitting beside you and holding you as you cry. He’s the only person besides you and the person who sent the picture that knows about that photo.

“He said he’d love me all his life,” you sobbed and Lewis rubs your back.

“He’s dead to us now,” Lewis’ words are a strange comfort, not mourning the short relationship.

“All my fans keep asking when I’m going to win again, as if I didn’t just win today,” you hide your grimace with a smile.

“They are never satisfied, they always want more,” Lewis emphasizes.

“That’s okay, it just means I get to party like it’s my birthday,” you grin, walking back to the bar.

You didn’t handle the breakup like you should’ve, instead of confronting him, you chose to ghost him, change the locks on your doors, and change your number. You were never public, so it wasn’t able to ruin your reputation.

“Ma’am, there is a guy here for you, claiming to be your boyfriend. Should I let him up?” the doorman asks, he’s new so you stop your crying session and answer.

“Boyfriend? I don’t have one, tell him I’m not home and don’t let him in again,” you say, wiping away the tears so you can get ready to go out to a party. Alcohol is your vice of choice to cope with your broken heart.

As you sift through your drawers for a top, you find one of his shirts, crucial evidence that you didn’t imagine the short relationship. After all, you could pass a test on all the sleep deprived and alcohol induced delusions you’ve had since the breakup.

You hold your breath for a second, debating what to do with it. It is a comfy shirt after all, but the fireplace looks so inviting. Lighting a match, you toss it with the shirt into the fireplace, setting the wood and shirt on fire.

The next day you step out at fancy sponsorship event, cameras flashing as you pose on the red carpet. George slides into the spot beside you, taking on his duty as teammate and older brother figure.

“Fake it till you make it,” George reminds you softly, noticing your faltering PR smile.

“I’m a tough kid, I can handle my shit,” you tell him with a smile, mostly reassuring yourself. Your stilettos are killing you already, but you have to walk in them all night so you can’t take them off.

You find yourself in conversation with the sponsor, without Toto or George.

“We hope you keep winning, win more, get more money,” the older man says with a tight smile, trying to be lighthearted but failing.

“I have been hitting that mark lately,” you reply with the same tight lipped smile. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your ex with a new girl on his arm. The same man that said he’d love you for all time. “Excuse me,” you quickly set a hand on his shoulder as a goodbye, escaping to the empty outdoor balcony.

You can feel the walls closing in as you slide to the ground, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. You barely notice when George sits beside you, rubbing your back.

“He doesn’t have a right to make you cry, or show up here,” George says quietly after a minute. He and Toto know how miserable you are, and this isn’t helping.

“He’s so obsessed with me, and I can’t keep avoiding him, it’s draining,” you wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“You just need to show him how well you are doing without him, even if to you it’s fake. But in my opinion, you are. You have been driving better, and winning on the track. You’ve helped us land three new sponsors, and the only people who know how miserable you are is Toto and I,” George starts to tangent before stopping himself.

“You know you are good when you can do it with a broken heart,” you chuckle, feeling a little better. George pats your knee before standing up.

“I’ll be inside, come in when you are ready,” he says, stepping inside. You pull out your phone and make sure you look like you haven’t been crying. With a newfound boost of confidence, thanks to George, you step in looking better than you have in a while.

“Try and come for my job,” you say to yourself with a bit of a smile.

“Ah, there she is! This is my driver, Y/n L/n. Y/n, this is a sponsorship representative from Monster,” Toto says, pulling you into the conversation. From his body language, you know he is concerned about you, but you make sure he knows you are okay. And you do, because you take home yet another grand prix that weekend, feeling better than you have all season.

[okkotsuus]

"COLLEGE! AU" ー tabieitaken 🪽

features: tabito karasu, eita otoya, kenyu yukimiya

contents: college au, friendships, polycule jokes, jealousy/competition, very messy headcanons, 0.8k

notes: since my lovely @cheralith has tabieitaken stuck in my head at all times... this is literally just me talking at the wall

ALL

they're all in the same frat (alpha tau omega) and ended up rooming together after their first year in an apartment a few minutes off campus. tabito is the primary name on the lease, but yuki handles most of the stuff with their landlord (otoya just forks over money every month).

every friday, without fail, they all get together to do something, whether it be movies or dinner.

their apartment was decorated by yuki and karasu; but otoya is the one who most often brings home decor for the apartment (usually it's something stupid he bought).

they actually don't cook very often, like in terms of full meals, yet they are still an ingredient house iykyk.

one time, otoya accidentally hotboxed the bathroom and yuki went to take a shower and almost died.

despite how popular they all are, they refuse to host parties because their building is mainly elderly folks and they would feel horrible for them having to deal with hammered college students.

tabito and otoya went to highschool together and met yuki in their freshman year through the frat.

despite their differences, they are all actually extremely intelligent.

TABITO KARASU

3rd year biomedical engineering major.

tabito, despite literally never speaking in class except when called on, is very well known.

takes extremely elegant and detailed notes for every lecture: no matter how fast the professor is talking.

somehow always locked in, even if he's extremely hungover from an event the night before.

the kind of guy who really only talks to people unless they talk to him first or he's tipsy.

has never failed a class, he's extremely intelligent.

he has this very specific ritual he does before every single exam where he sleeps with his notebook under his pillow (it's so stupid but it has never failed him).

plans to go into biomedical engineering to design medical devices that put less of a strain on the patient (e.x. streamlining insulin pumps or making pacemakers less intensive)

actually extremely passionate about his work, got in on a full-ride for his essay which was his planned thesis for grad school.

works as a lab assistant in the school's medical research facility.

EITA OTOYA

3rd year political science major.

if you actually see otoya in class, it's rarer than getting struck by lightning: double credit if he's sober and awake.

despite this, somehow everyone in all his classes knows him and he knows everyone's names (it's bc he's a lurker).

the pledge hazer, he is so annoying; but he's never malicious about it like some of the guys are.

he smokes or takes edibles, constantly has some fruity vape on him at all times. he swears he can stop whenever he want (he cannot).

originally planned to take a gap year but his mom almost beat his ass for even suggesting it so he chose the major he thought was the easiest.

he doesn't know it yet, but he will end up going to law school to be a criminal prosecutor trust.

despite his horrid attendance, his grades are pretty good (lowest is a 82%), he's one of those smart kids that could be a genius if he just applied himself.

works at the local dispensary and as a barista on the campus cafe.

KENYU YUKIMIYA

3rd year fashion design and business management double major.

he wants to end up with his own clothing line, but he is actually horrible at sewing so it's kind of funny. he's only good at the designing part fr

literally everyone's hallway crush, everyone knows him and all the freshmen have a thing for him at some point.

the kind of student that all the professors like, even the typically rough ones that seem to hate everyone (he's a kissass and he knows it).

perfect attendance unless he is ill to the point of physically unable being to go to class.

academic validation kid, struggled hard his freshman year when everything wasn't easy peasy anymore like it was in high school.

partial-ride, about half of his tuition.

he became an ra for the free room and board his second year but ended up hating it so he didn't do it this year.

really good grades, but not as good as karasu's even though he tries harder (it really pisses him off)

works as a freelance model/actor and at the local movie theatre

⚜️ ㅤ okkotsuus ㅤ 25

[yukiwhitetm]

5 Tim Drake-centric Must Reads

Find post 5 Tim Drake-centric Must Reads: Animals/Non-humans here.

Find post 5 Bat Family Must Reads: Former Robins And Their Kids +1 Undercover Dick Grayson here.

I like Tim Drake-centric fanfictions for two main reasons, although Dick Grayson is actually my favourite Robin. Firstly, Tim reminds me a lot of Peter Parker (a genius, photographer, teenage superhero with a billionaire superhero mentor who is also a father-figure to them), who is probably my favourite superhero of all time. Secondly, the big thing I love about the Batman fandom is the Bat Family (aka BatFam). I adore the sibling relationship between the characters, always just want to them be close brothers/sisters. That is why my Batman fic recommendations are Tim Drake-centric. Because during and after Tim's time as Robin we have a larger BatFam. It's the family element.

1.

A Meditation on Railroading by eggmacguffin

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types  

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen, Complete Work

13 Jan 2022

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne

Tim Drake, Jack Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne

Bad Parent Jack Drake, Child Abuse, Trains, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Crying, Gaslighting, Coming Out, Hurt/Comfort, Family

Summary:

When he ends up ditched in Atlanta after a fight with his dad, Tim decides to do the only sensible thing: Tell no one and make the 800 mile journey back to Gotham on his own.

Because the "call Batman when you're in trouble" rule only applies when he's Robin, right?

Language: English Words: 24,696 Chapters: 5/5

Yuki Note:

If you only ever read two Batman fanfictions, then let this be the second one (The Long Way Home being the first). This is an excellent representation of gaslighting, manipulation and mental and emotional child abuse (by Jack Drake to Tim Drake) and how it can effect an adolescent child. This is such a brilliant fanfiction – highly recommended!

2.

The Long Way Home by itsnatalie

Fandoms:Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)  

Not Rated, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gen, Complete Work

25 Jun 2023

Tags:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne

Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members

Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Reconciliation, Hurt/Comfort, Lazarus Pit Madness (not current. Mentioned in the past)

Summary:

With Jason tentatively back in the Batfamily, things are going pretty well for him--except for the whole thing with Tim. But who gives a shit about Tim Drake?

But when Jason and Tim are pulled into a frightening race for their lives inside a labyrinth that's out to kill them, they may have to look past their differences just to stay alive. Maybe along the way, they'll discover they aren't as different as they thought, and family comes in many different forms.

Language: English Words: 111,685 Chapters: 13/13

Yuki Note:

This is one of the best fanfictions I have ever read. This is written so well that it could be a published novel. However, before reading this please be aware of the horror elements throughout the story as well as the canon typical injuries, near death experiences and past mentioned child abuse in here (not by Bruce). If you only ever read one Batman fanfiction, then let it be this one.

3.

Scientific Method by vogon_poet

Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling  

General Audiences, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gen, Complete Work

04 Jul 2021

Tags:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Hermione Granger, Tim Drake & Severus Snape, Tim Drake & Fred & George Weasley, Tim Drake & Tom Riddle

Tim Drake, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts cast, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tom Riddle

Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, BAMF Tim Drake, Tim Drake is a Wizard, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, Jack and Janet Drake's A+ Parenting, Slytherin Tim Drake, Everyone from Gotham is lowkey scary, Magical Theory, Bigotry & Prejudice, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Tim Drake looks like a cinammon roll and is a cinammon roll, but will hurt you if you're racist, Activist Hermione Granger

Summary:

It’s not like he’s surprised a magic school exists— that’s probably only a seven on the scale of “crazy things Tim Drake has seen”. No, Tim’s just surprised he’s enrolled.

Part 1 of Scientific Method

Language: English Words: 133,507 Chapters: 46/46

Yuki Note:

A really fun read! Ever wanted a brilliantly clever and magical Tim Drake who is also able to see the future? Well, then this one is for you! This story covers Tim’s first and second year (he skips a year so if I recall correctly he skips to third year after his first year) and is a Fix It Fic for A Death In The Family. There is also a sequel fic in the works. Recommended!

4.

cards on the table by wesslan

Fandoms:Batman - All Media Types  

Not Rated, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gen, Complete Work

10 Jan 2024

Tags:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake

Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Alfred Pennyworth

Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tim Drake is Not a Batfamily Member, Fortune Telling, Tarot, Found Family, Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Doesn't he always, tim is a fortune teller, Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Late, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Divination, tim drake is a hustler, author saw ghost (1990) and somehow here we are???, Absent Parents, Stalker Tim Drake, Underage Drinking, Stephanie Brown Appreciation, Murder and violence, just a little bit, Hypothermia, Light Angst, Lies, like so much lying, Unreliable Narrator

Summary:

Tim's parents faked their deaths and fled the country years ago, but neglected to take him with them. He spent some time on the streets, and now at 16, he makes a living as a fortune teller, stalking and hustling the shit out of Gotham's elite by telling them eerily accurate fortunes based on the information he gathers about them.

His life is peculiar but he wouldn't change a thing. When he gets booked for the big Wayne Halloween party, however, he finds himself getting all tangled up with the Waynes, and the more fortunes he tells, the tighter the snare becomes.

or: Tim just wanted to scam Gotham's elite, not end up on the Batfamily's watchlist. But it seems they just won't leave him alone..

Language: English Words: 69,788 Chapters: 30/30

Yuki Note:

This has been on a lot of BatFam rec lists lately and for good reason! This is a fantastic read, a very fun and smart idea of how Tim could join the BatFam late. I really like that this Tim is a bit more down and out whilst still remaining quintessentially him (I just think it’s great that he and Jason and Steph have more to relate to one another to). I am here for all the sibling content so I love this! Highly recommended!

OK. I am disabled and am becoming very fatigued so I’m only going to recommend one more in this post, however I have a full list of 72 Batman fandom recommendations on my AO3 account here. (Please note that three of these are JayTim, however that is under the caveat that they are set in AUs where they were never adopted brothers and are great fanfictions.)

5.

The Ruination Of Responsibility by Moxibustion (RyuuzaKochou)

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics)  

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen, Complete Work

26 Apr 2020

Tags:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon

Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Family Bonding, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Past Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Pre-Tim Drake/Jason Todd, If You Squint - Freeform, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Jason Todd, Reconciliation, Extravaganza Week At The Wayne Manor, Female Tim Drake, TW: Mention Of An Offscreen Past Sexual Assault, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Non-Linear Narrative, Hurt Tim Drake

Summary:

It's Extravaganza Week at the Manor. Anything you want, anything you can dream of, as long as it's fun, fun, fun!

Timianna Drake has a somewhat fabulously complicated relationship with fun.

Language: English Words: 89,433 Chapters: 23/23

Bookmarker's Tags: Minor Character Death, Suicide

Yuki Note (from original bookmark):

I was hesitant when I went into this story, mostly because of the gender change for Tim/Timi. I am not against gender changes in stories but I find they need a point, a purpose, a reason for the change. But there is a point to Timi being a woman in this story, as it deals with the challenges, discrimination and sexism that she has to deal with in the corporate and hero world.

I really enjoyed the corporate storyline since few stories actually deal with Timi's work and the challenges therein. The family storyline is great too and I love how everything comes to a head and forces Bruce and Dick to face their failures and finally, finally do something about them. Highly recommended!

P.S. Don't worry about the Pre-Jason/Tim tag on this story. There is literally no Jason/Tim at all, in fact they don't even interact any more than Tim interacts with Cass, Steph or Dick. This is 100% Jason&Tim, a close sibling bond.

Trigger Warning: This is presently not tagged on the story but should be. It is mentioned that a minor recurring character commits suicide in the story. You don't see it, it is only mentioned. To those who find suicide triggering, be aware of this.

Enjoy! And feel free to explore my full AO3 rec list here.

[kissagii]

Your brothers are dumb, but Isagi is always your number one fan.

cw: gender neutral reader, 2.4k words, reader is rin & sae's musically gifted sibling, silly isagi, obscene amounts of pining, i don't know how music competitions work lol

@celestair it's here!!!! thank you so much for the fabulous prompt <3

“So, you’re on next, how do you feel?” Your friend Yuki asks, giving you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder. The performer before you is wrapping up his piece, and your turn on stage is approaching far too quickly.

“Were they there?” You whisper, completely ignoring her question. 

“Didn’t see ‘em,” Yuki sighs, “But hey, you can’t see anything from up on that stage, don’t give up just yet.”

Despite her attempts at encouragement, you both know the truth. They aren’t there. They never are. Even now, as you prepare to step onstage in the final round of a national piano competition, your two soccer-obsessed brothers are nowhere to be found. You should’ve expected that from the start when the most they could offer to your invitation was “ok.” 

How many soccer games have you attended by now? How many hours have you spent in the sweltering heat, watching your brothers run up and down a field kicking a ball around? And despite all that, they have yet to deem one of your music events as worth their time. You’re half sure the reason they neglected to arrive was because neither one would be caught dead sitting in the same room as the other. It’s always a competition with those two – a test to see who could be the better soccer player, the worse brother – and you’re simply caught in the crossfire as you pursue your own wholly different passions. 

But now, unfortunately, there’s only one thing to do: go out on stage, play your heart out, and hope that maybe, just maybe, you’ll get a scrap of recognition from one of the fools who shared your last name. 

“Break a leg. And don’t let your shitty brothers get to you,” Yuki says, nudging you out onto the stage as the previous performer exited past you.

When you walk onstage there is no announcement of your name, no applause. There never is. Just a silence so thick it could be cut with a knife as the audience watches with judging eyes, anticipating eyes, and… hopeful eyes? The stage feels different today, fresh and pleasantly cool, as if the crushing expectations are lifted ever so slightly.

Then you see him. It’s just a glance, an impression of an individual, a hint of green and black in your periphery. But when he sees you it’s earth-shattering. He can breathe again – but only one barely-muffled gasp, because you’re quick to steal the air from his lungs as his heart begins to inexplicably race. Isagi has been in the same audience seat many times by now – the same seat every time, for his favorite view – yet every time he sees you walk out onto that stage it’s like rebirth, a preparation for the waves of joy and sadness and admiration and, dare he say it, love, that would wash over him as you played. All he has to hope is that you know he’s there, watching like he always is. And for the first time, you know – you deeply, truly, know – someone is out there watching you.

For this competition, you chose Liszt’s Un Sospiro. After mastering the technique, you spent hours of practice imbuing the piece with a thousand emotions, a thousand ways to sigh, and yet none of them felt quite right. So in the ten seconds before your fingers hit the keys, you have a decision to make.

Yoichi.

Of course, how could you forget? 

Without a moment’s hesitation, you begin to play, the notes dancing with the image in your mind. Simply the thought of him makes your heart race in time with the arpeggios, your measured breaths falling out of time as you let the music wash over you. The emotion flows so naturally you’re not sure if you’re pushing them into the music or if the music is pulling them out of you, a different one for each phrase, the joy and fear and longing and hope and desperation. You could practically see them, figures of light in every color dancing together across the stage and out into the audience, seeking out their target. 

They more than find their target: they crash into him like unceasing waves. Each one slightly different than the last, yet all so familiar; a language without words, yet each phrase he understands clearly. 

Is it five minutes, one, or thirty? Time begins to blur, everything fading to soft pink and green and orange and blue, colors and sounds existing independently of earthly constraints. It’s transcendental, almost, the room immersed in a lovestruck state of reverie until the final notes echo through the auditorium.  

By the end of the piece his chest is aching, and yours is aching too. The exhilaration hardly makes sense – were you not full of worry only minutes ago? Or had it been an eternity since anything other than Yoichi was on your mind? Adrenaline pulsing through your veins makes your head spin as you attempt to process your own performance. Oh, how unreal it felt. It had been a long time since you last felt so moved by your own playing… yes, truly a long time. 

The audience applauds with the required politeness, if not a bit louder than usual. None of it falls on your ears, though. You’re too busy staring at Isagi’s distant face as he gazes back at you with sparkling cobalt eyes. He nearly forgets to clap, sitting so unblinkingly still that those in the seats next to him wonder if he’s alright. He’s more than alright – his mind is racing in the same way it does when he scores a goal, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control he has to keep him from running to you now. 

As soon as you’re backstage, Yuki barrels into you, earning a few miffed glares from the last few performers preparing to go on. “Oh my god, that was amazing!” She whisper-yells, “I’ve never heard you play like that! See, I knew you’d do just fine without them in the audience.” 

Right. Them. You had forgotten about them while onstage. 

“I think I’ve found someone else worth playing for,” You murmur, half to yourself. For the first time, you didn’t really mind that your brothers hadn’t been there. Of course, it would’ve been nice, but without them… without them, you had made magic. You can make magic.

Yuki smiles brightly, the way she always does. “You’ve gotta tell me everything. And quickly, so as soon as this shindig is over you can head out and see your loverboy.”

“How’d you know that’s what it was?”

“Trust me, it was obvious. I’m pretty sure everyone knew.”

So, of course, you tell her everything. And as soon as the final round of applause echoes down the hallway, you’re getting pushed toward the door, standing nervously in the auditorium lobby until a familiar face emerges from the exit doors.

You see him first, which means you get to watch in real-time as he sees you and immediately lights up like a kid in a candy store. It’s his third epiphany of the day, and the only thing he can think to do is run toward you, frantically apologizing to strangers as he weaves through the crowd. Before you can even greet him or thank him for coming, he thrusts a large bouquet of flowers into your hands.

“You did amazing! Your music is like magic and I think I might be in love with you!” Isagi blurts out.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, that was probably tactless. No, it was definitely tactless. I’m sorry. It’s just, I saw you up there and I heard you play and it was like the music was talking to me and it was saying, oh, by the way, you have feelings for them and it’s actually ridiculous that you didn’t notice earlier because you’re absolutely whipped, y’know? Is that weird?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his unrestrained reaction, the genuineness in his tone. “No, it’s not weird at all.”

“It’s not?” He asks, breathing out a sigh of relief.

“Of course not. It means you heard what I was trying to tell you.”

It’s his turn to be surprised, and he lets out a soft, confused, “Eh?”

“I knew I wouldn’t be able to confess to you directly, so I did it the only way I knew how. Yoichi, will you go out with me?” 

“Yes! Absolutely!” He beams, smiling wider than you’ve ever seen him smile before; little wrinkles appear next to his eyes and his slightly crooked teeth are on full display. Shyly, he asks: “Could I hug you?”

“Please do,” you say, opening your arms to let him wrap his tightly around you. For a moment you stand in silence (not true silence, of course, because the room is full of people) and feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest. He feels your heartbeat too, he swears he can hear it over the noise.

“Thank you for coming, Yoichi,” You whisper, gripping the flower bouquet tightly, “It means a lot to me that you could be here.”

He hugs you tighter, so tight it feels like your ribs might crack in his grip. “Of course. You always come to my big games, there’s no way I’d let myself miss one of your big events. Speaking of that, do you know when the results come out?”

Though you’d like to keep hugging him forever, you let go and check the time.

“They’ll let us back into the auditorium in an hour, though they never seem to announce the winners on time.”

“In that case, can I take you out on a date while we wait? Unless you already made plans to wait with someone else… ahh, I really should’ve thought this out more.” Isagi scratches the back of his neck with an awkward smile, a nervous habit of his that never seems to lose its charm.

“Oh, no, I don’t have plans. I’m sure Yuki’s already gone off with her boyfriend, and you’re the only person I really know who showed up to watch. Spending the hour with you is a serious step up from waiting alone.” 

“Let’s go then! There’s a cute café just down the road if you’re hungry, or we could go walk around the mall if you’d prefer.” 

Isagi lets you lead for the hour, making it a bit of an early celebration. Because while the results aren’t out just yet, he’s entirely sure that your performance is worth a hundred gold medals and more. Anything you want to do is good enough for him, even if it’s something as simple as window shopping in formal wear, and he does everything in his power to make sure he’s the best new boyfriend possible. After all, he’s won at life, hasn’t he? Because now he gets to date you – he gets to give you flowers and cheer for you and hold your hand and make you smile. 

As you sit in the adjacent seats waiting for the results to be announced, he rubs his finger affectionately over your thumb. 

“See, I told you they’d start late,” You whisper with a laugh.

“They must’ve realized their trophy wasn’t big enough to properly congratulate you,” He whispers back.

“Hey, don’t say things like that! I haven’t won yet.” 

“I don’t think you witnessed yourself perform. You did amazing.”

“And you’re not a musician, so you’re not qualified to decide who won.”

“Even an untrained ear can tell you were the best up there. Trust me.”

Before you can come up with a witty reply, the head judge steps up to the podium on stage, holding a single sheet of paper in her hand. She gives a short speech – something about appreciating the hard work of the competitors – but neither you nor Isagi hear half of what she says. The room is silent waiting for the top three to be announced. 

“In third place,” The Judge calmly says into the microphone, “Matsuoka Yuki.”

Immediately you burst into cheers, hastily untangling your hand from Isagi’s so you can applaud your friend. Her performance had been stunning, and she’s more than deserving of the prestigious accomplishment. 

“In second place,” The Judge continues, once the applause quiets down, “Watanabe Shigeru.”

Another talented performer, of course. He had won his fair share of competitions, and the two of you had stood together on the winner’s stage more than once. As soon as you finish applauding, Isagi grabs your hand and squeezes tightly, as if to say the Judge will call your name next, I just know she will.

The moment you spent months waiting for is here. Either your hours of rehearsal and stress and aching hands paid off, or they didn’t. And the only thing between you and knowing was one sentence from the Head Judge’s mouth.

“Finally, in first place, winner of the Japan National Piano Competition, Itoshi Y/n.”

I’ve won. It’s as if you’re up on that stage once more, the way that the room explodes into applause like thunder. Isagi is shouting and shaking you by the shoulders – he really couldn’t be prouder of you. He knew all along, it seems, that your indirect confession was worth a gold medal from the organization and a thousand more in his heart.

The head judge invites the winners up to the stage, and Isagi nearly pushes you out of your seat to receive your award. Yuki meets you onstage, whispering her polite but excited congratulations to you. You return them hurriedly before taking your place on stage to be presented with your trophy. The process of handshakes and photographs feels like it takes forever when all you and Isagi want is to spend the rest of the afternoon together in celebration. 

Isagi meets you in the auditorium lobby again, and he presents you with the same bouquet of flowers a second time. “You won! You actually won! I’m so proud of you!” 

“Thank you, Yoichi,” You say, grasping his hand with your free one, “Thank you for being here to inspire me. Now c’mon, let’s go celebrate!”

The rest of the afternoon is blissful, almost unreal, just you and Isagi enjoying the sweetness of victory and love. When your phone begins receiving text message after text message you can hardly be bothered to reply immediately, even when you get the message you nearly spent the whole day waiting for.

rin: good job on the competition or wtv

isagi 💚

[lilacxquartz]

Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 30

satoru gojo x f!reader x suguru geto

plot: moving to the city from a small town was no easy feat, especially to start teaching as a jujutsu sorcerer — warning: this is a yandere story with dark themes throughout.

summary: an unexpected face catches up to you, only for you to hold your ground this time — a/n: down to my last two drafts, it’ll end at 32 chapters. :)

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Chapter 30. Retaliation

The way the ship stopped was sudden and alarming, because it all felt like a shifting delay, with the freight pausing one step at a time. It lurched to halt gradually, the buoy of the water sending you sliding down the container against your will before it all stilled.

Yuki moved in front of you within an instant to steady you in the process, keeping you leaning against the side of her taller frame. She figured that given what you had been through, that your instincts might not have been the sharpest right now. Despite this, however, she refrained from coddling you if she could help it. If you wanted to push back by your own accord, she would encourage it.

After all, a force like Satoru Gojo would keep on trying for as long as he thought that you were accessible to such an extent that Yuki doubted that it was even about love at this point—if it was ever that at all.

Perhaps it was something closer to infatuation, or obsession, or just… liking the idea of you. So, perhaps, the first lesson she would try and teach you, was that you don’t owe anyone anything, and how to fight back against deluded jerks who think otherwise.

Being one of the few women special-grades, after all, she was incredibly aware of the systematic unfairness and entitled attitudes of thinking within jujutsu society, too. Especially with her way of thinking and how she chose to execute that viewpoint.

Slowly, Yuki stood you up with her, keeping you tucked away slightly behind her body. She wanted for you to regain strength, almost impossibly quicker than you were able to, but she knew that this wasn’t likely. The way your clothes hung onto your body, the way your face looked more gaunt than what was healthy; you weren’t in a good shape. This meant that she would have to reserve your strength training following a successful escape, which she was determined to accomplish.

For now, she refocused her efforts on keeping you away from a certain someone—who she was fairly certain was the cause of the delay—away from you. How disgusting it was, she thought as a shudder ran through her, that he felt owed your whole existence.

Soon enough, too, the container door was pried open, the large sheet of metal practically flying off into the ocean from the applied force. Yuki’s suspicions were also then confirmed, as Satoru stood proudly in front of the harsh light cutting into the dark interior, with his sharp blue eyes focused right on you.

You simply blinked back at him as he settled on you, feeling increasingly agitated, both mentally and physically, that he seemed to always be following closely behind. Not even Suguru, who ruined your life equally if not worse, kept up such unrelenting pursuit. You almost respected him more for giving up when he did than whatever it was that Satoru kept attempting to accomplish.

Just like Yuki, you wondered if this had to have been something more. It was certainly not love, but it wasn’t just infatuation either; it was as if he was chasing the idea of you, not who you truly were. Maybe that’s why he always felt like he was so far away from you, even when you were as close as you could have possibly been together.

Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that your only way forward was by pushing him aside. You were still weak, but god, you had to try; you had to give all that you could—even if you couldn’t beat him—giving and submitting to his impossible delusion was never the way to go either. You realised that now, perhaps at a laughably late point, but you at least got it. Trying to outsmart him, being who he was, would have only ended up in worse retaliation. The only way Satoru would ever settle, too, is if you moulded to the lifestyle he had in mind for you.

(But you didn’t want to sink into hell—not yet, anyway.)

“Fuck, Satoru…” Yuki broke the silence with a scoff, her soft voice sharp for the spite she carried. “How did you even get here?”

Satoru remained eerily calm as he responded to her, although his tone was tight, “A jetski and intuition,” he shrugged, languidly stretching out his arms and rolling his head from side to side.

Yuki stepped forward, flicking you a quick glance from the corner of her eye as you stabilised yourself. The ship was still moving forward, though slowly, so your footing was uneven.

Redirecting her sights back to Satoru, she couldn’t help but jab a snide remark at his whole approach, “You know, I’ve always disliked men like you,” she started, “the types who are far too arrogant to see that they’re part of the problem that they created for themselves,” she added, taking a breath before finding her voice again. “You’re not unique, Satoru, you don’t think I haven’t seen guys like you before?” she asked, trying to drive a point home. “Guys who think that the woman that they’ve built up an idea of in their head will be enough to fix whatever’s missing in their life. What is it for you? Someone who loves you beyond the riches? Or someone who can truly see you for how horrible you truly are?”

Satoru bit back his true feelings, instead redirecting his words to counter her commentary. “Ah, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki. Do you know what they used to say about you back in the day?” he asked, letting a smile tick at his lips as if he couldn’t resist bringing her down with him. “It’s nothing good.”

However, Yuki simply shrugged, not seeming too bothered. “Yeah? You think I don’t know?” she laughed as she retaliated. “That I was a lazy sorcerer who bummed off overseas and refused missions…?” she trailed off, cracking a wider smile than his own. “The same holds up true today, so I’m not as bothered by that as much as you’d think. Though, currently my goal is a bit different - think I’m going to help this one,” she said, giving your arm a slight squeeze, “understand her worth against assholes like you.”

Satoru registered her words but he didn’t acknowledge them, already sensing that he was wasting his time by being here for longer than he had to be.

He redirected his attention to you, taking what he thought was a non-threatening step closer. He softened his voice as he spoke, trying to reconnect with you, “[name]? How about you quit this nonsense and come home with me, huh?” he tried, extending his arms out to you, not understanding at all why you were taking a step back for every attempt forward. “Don’t you miss me?”

You shook your head as he spoke. You were finally healing, if even a little, during this short period. If you went back now and accepted the cruel, bleak life he had in store for you—then it might as well have been over—you didn’t want that.

“You ruined my life, Satoru…” you tried to deflect, your voice hoarse as it bit back the tears that threatened to spill. God, you were terrified of him. Standing up to him felt so scary, but you could tell it was a step in the right direction. “You can surely see that, right?” you pleaded. “Most people don’t go through such lengths to escape a person that they don’t want to be with. Most people are disappointed, maybe angry if it happens—but they don’t hunt them down—they don’t drag them back, kicking and screaming…”

Satoru tried again, although his resolve wavered at your distress. “Come on. You’re not thinking clearly—”

“—aren’t I?” you tried again, raising your voice. “Because, I think that for the first time in a long, long while, that I’m thinking very clearly. So clearly that I can tell from the bottom of my heart, that I would rather die than try for a life with you again.”

Satoru paused for a moment, seemingly genuinely hurt, but then snapped his focus to Yuki, looking to shift the blame. “What kind of bullshit have you been telling her, huh?” he demanded. “She wasn’t like this when she…”

“When you left her alone and broken?” Yuki finished up for him, not taking his sorry attitude to heart at all. “Satoru, I know your brain is messed up from all of this, but you can tell too, right? What’s broken has to mend itself, that’s not on me. If she wants to heal, then that’s her right, not mine, not yours – hers.”

Adding to her point, you tried to continue. “Please. Even Suguru gets it now. You can’t force someone to conform to you. If he’s stopped, then why can’t you? Wasn’t that the whole reason you went after me to begin with?”

Satoru blinked, suddenly thrown off guard. His mind was reeling, and he certainly had never experienced such a side of you before. He liked this side of you better, he found, and had a thought of if he let you grow to find this side by yourself, that he might have had a genuine, uncorrupted interest in you later on.

“What… do you mean?” he asked, unsure if he wanted to hear it.

“You always did things as a pair, right?” you reminded him, remembering how Suguru spoke about Satoru during the summer.

For a moment, Satoru was quiet as realisation took root, but then he shook his head, as if stuck in a trance of his own made-up delusion. It felt better to pretend, to chase the what-ifs. Taking a step forward to try and grab you, he felt frustration course through him as Yuki swatted his hand away as he got too close. He tore forward again, but in your volatile, uncompromising state, your cursed technique crackled with a new type of energy, channeling something you had never experienced before. As his palms connected to your wrist, your barrier activated, but not to push away the potential damage—but to repel against him as a whole—something that surprised all three of you.

“Don’t touch me,” you warned.

Satoru’s brows furrowed all the while as he attempted to get a read on what this was using his six eyes. He could tell that you had more to go with than what you knew to do with, so if tapped into, you could carry yourself as a decently powerful sorcerer—even compared to him. He let his hand fall as a result, unsure of how to proceed. The venom in your tone was spiteful enough, causing him to take a small step back.

“No way…” he couldn’t help but trail off, realisation further settling in his mind. “No fucking way,” he repeated, “it can do that?”

Yuki paused, becoming curious about what she had both seen happen just now as well as what Satoru was so fussed over. She let her eyes drift and then settle on the barrier you had materialised, noticing that alongside your innate technique, you could also channel different elements to it. If Satoru really wanted to, he could still breach you with his technique, but this was an incredible discovery, although, a sad one. Nobody had ever shown you the way, nor how to delve deeper into understanding your abilities, but now, here you were, during perhaps the best time possible, discovering exactly what you could do.

Your eyes widened as you pushed back, unsure what to make of the discovery. Satoru didn’t attempt to move forward a second time, as if finally waking up from his crazed obsession and realising that you were serious about this.

With faltering resolve and his guard that had been let down, he tried to approach you again, and by the green light of Yuki who nodded, you executed a kick straight into his ribs—biting back some guilt as it was Suguru who taught you how to do that—watching in further surprise as Satoru let you get a hit on him.

He didn’t respond for a moment, feeling around his stomach as the pain set in, not seeming bothered about it, but seeming troubled with something else entirely. He started to get it. He really did. The way you acted the way he wanted you to when he thought he was breaking you in was never you. This, instead, was the real you and it hurt that he never got to nurture it—instead—only ever coming close to destroying it.

And just then, a call tore through the tense silence, causing Satoru, as if in a daze, to take a step back and bring the device up to his ear, to listen to whatever it was was said. His eyes narrowed but then widened, swallowing a deep breath as he was forced to register the troubling news at the other end of the line.

“I…” he choked out before shoving his phone back into his pocket, practically stumbling out of the container and off of the deck. The jetski was tied up to the ship, so it couldn’t have gotten far, but the pace of the water could flow surprisingly fast. Shoko. Surely not. She couldn’t have—not when she had her technique—not when she could fix anything and everything; she couldn’t have been—no way. “I… I have to go,”

Satoru gulped again, his care for his old, good friend winning out the war that was unfolding in his heart, beelining straight towards the address he was given, determined to ensure her safety. All the while, his mind raced with thoughts that he had for a while, held down. The clarity hit him sharp and it hurt as he tried to process all that he had done—everyone that he had hurt in the process—the feeling sickening, almost nauseating as he finally came out of months upon months of self-inflicted mania.

Yuki all the while led you to the main part of the freight when he was finally gone, encouraging you to get some fresh air. “Looks like Shoko had one last trick up her sleeve,” she assured you, having an idea that it could have been her behind it all, “so let’s continue on the main deck for now, hm?” she suggested, taking a good look at you.

“Is he… really gone?” you asked, staring out at the sea, feeling both calmed but also slightly nauseated by the bump and flow of the waves.

Yuki held you to her side, noticing that you leaned in out of trust, but also more likely, exhaustion. She held you steady, and softened her voice, “I think so, he can’t interfere once we’re there anyway.”

You nodded, wondering exactly what it was that Shoko must have pulled and if Satoru was truly giving up on you. From the brief look you both exchanged when you demonstrated that you were capable of standing up for yourself and from the hit that he allowed for you to accomplish, though, it was likely that he, too, was finally waking up from the nightmare he started.

“So, what’s your favourite food?” she asked. “We can probably get anything you’re feeling when we’re finally there - it’ll be my treat.”

Even if the immediate future was still unclear, she tried to keep your spirits up, hoping that deep down, that Shoko’s final attempt at grounding Satoru was enough to finally get him to give up on you.

(Because he owed you at least that much.)

[simplywrong]

I know this will probably get lost in the wave of 'farewell' post I just wanted to say what I think about all this.

While it is sad and devastating to see the news because he deserve better for his years in F1 it is what it is and Formula 1 is cruel like that. At least we can be happy with the fact that it was his decision to leave and not the team's. And I know some of you will say 'no it wasn't he was fired' that's just simply not true. It was confirmed that the decision was in his hands and he was the one posting about it first, it was his choice to go. Yes, it was made with the team pushing him out but he still did it on his own terms and (at least I hope) a big Fuck You to Horner and Helmut. Sergio spent 12 years in this sport, always faced with racism and stupid comments, he gave his whole heart and whole sould into his dream and achived some amazing things - the podiums in Sauber, the masterclass of protecting tyres, the wins, the overtakes and just how much his presence meant to so many people - it all deserves to be acknowledged. Whatever the haters say he is and always was a good driver, through sheer hard work achieving what many could only dream to achive. Yes, he wanted to be a Champion and it didn't work but he was second and close at times and he helped RBR (though they didn't deserve it) to get back on top. This year really means nothing in comparsion how much he achived in this sport - he was and still will be inspiration to an entire nation and to people like me, who can't even speak Spanish or have no connection to Mexico but admire his determination to just be himself in the face of criticism and hate.

It was an wonderful journey and I don't want to believe it's the end but I guess we will see. Now to the RBR - I hope they burn to the ground and lose everything next year - which probably won't happen because Max will drag them to the first place by himself and the team will take credit. But not to stray to far from the main topic - I take some peace in the fact that Sergio is free from this toxic team and didn't agree to that ridiculous ambassador role. We won't know the details for sure but I hope he took every last penny he could from them and that his manager made the 'departure' the most favorable it could be for Checo. It hurts to see him go because he deserved a proper farewell from the team he gave his all to, a grand last race where he would get the respect and gratitude he deserved but yeah, no such thing in Red Bull I guess. He deserved a loving goodbye and not this shitshow of media hounding him, the awful people calling for his head and the whole speculation and hate. He deserved better but we knew that since the first racist comment from Helmut went unpunished. I am sure this whole mess with the seats happened because they are afraid Max will leave to be with his new family and they want someone to learn from him but I hope (and maybe it's petty but idc) that he absolutely obliterates his new teammate (unless it's Yuki but we don't know) - though I have some theories about RBR sabotaging Max from 2025 onwards but it's not the time for this. We saw in the posts from last few days (the game and all the sponsored ads and golf) that he isn't exactly sad about the departure and I guess it makes sense, how could he be when it was sure that if he stayed the team would make the next year even worse for him? He is out, he is happy, he has his money (probably) and he will enjoy life with his family now, maybe only for 2025, maybe forever but at least he is content. Now onto the possibilities: He won't be on the grid for 2025 but there are options for 2026, maybe even some good ones, there are also other options in other sports that wouldn't require for him to leave his family for so long. Whatever he choses to do, I'm sure he will be happy with it and we can only hope to see him again. That 'never give up' is still strong and with his 'only a few curves' and 'we'll see each other soon' I dare to hope for his return. Either way, stay strong friends.

[sunny44]

My star 🌟

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: When Pierre remembers you in an interview.

"Well we are here with none other than Pierre Gasly the new formula 1 driver for the Alpine team. Pierre how is it going with the new team?"

"Well first of all thank you for having me and I am very happy with the new team, after many years in the Redbull family I felt that I needed a change and new air so it was really nice to change and have a fresh start.”

"Perfect and how was your reception there?"

"It was great, the staff is amazing and I think we will be able to do a good job on track."

"Wonderful. Well we asked the fans to send you questions and we separated the ones we thought were the most creative and different. The first question is even if you are separated will we get more content from you with Yuki?" I laughed at the question.

"For sure, even in different teams he is like a little brother to me and we spent 2 years working together so for sure you will have content from us."

"The second question is what is your biggest fear?"

"I think it's losing someone. I've lost a few people and I know how hard it is and I'm honestly not prepared for that to happen again."

"Do you ever feel afraid of racing?"

"I would be lying if I said no because I had, but it was before I got into formula one. I think if at some point in our careers we start to feel fear it will be time to stop."

"Do you think at some point in your F1 career you will feel that fear?"

"I think yes, probably when I get kids that's when I will feel fear of dying in a car."

“So do you think about having kids?”

“Of course, it’s was always a dream of mine and it’s also a dream of my girlfriend.”

“So it’s confirmed you have a girlfriend?”

“Yes, I know that have some rumors about it and yes it’s confirmed.”

“Do we know her or do we’ll get to know her?”

“No you guys don’t know her, she���s not famous or anything. She’s actually an architect, we met in Monaco in the last GP and a few months later we started dating.”

“Woo that’s awesome, congratulations to you two.”

“Thank you.”

"And that brings us to our last question which is pretty random and that's why we chose it. Do you like stars?"

"If I like stars?" I ask and again to confirmed and he agrees and at the same time I think of her. "yes I love stars.”

Bonus scene!

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@yourusername love you babe and I miss you so much

@Pierregasly I love you more and I’m coming home for you

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[lmskitty]

Rewatched all of hidden inventory this morning. Had a few thoughts.

1. Am I a masochist for deciding to do that on a Saturday morning?!? (Yes. Yes I am)

2. THEY WERE SO HAPPY OH MY GOD

3. Still the best anime intro I've seen. The bike scene?!? Shoko healing Haibara while Geto and Gojo get fucking yeeted by Yaga. It's so good.

4. There's been a lot of discussion recently about if Geto is actually nice or pretending to be and how mean he would be as a teacher. Seeing the way he is with Riko cemented for me that he is absolutely nice. Sure he has a sense of humour as much as Gojo and doesn't take kindly to being called weird bangs guy but he cares so much about Riko and Kuroi. He breaks not because he was like this always and his true nature came out but because he cared and felt it was all for nothing. When he speaks to Yuki he says he feels there are two parts of him fighting, one hating non sorcerers and the other knowing this is wrong. Seeing what happened to the twins pushed it over the edge.

5. Similarly Gojo is often portrayed as uncaring in this arc but that's so not the case. He chose to stay another day in Hokkaido for Riko. He pushed himself to the limit to allow her happiness.

6. I think in terms of Geto and Gojo their main issue was communication and pressure. They should have been allowed time to deal with what had happened but they were not. They were teenagers and the higher ups forced them both into mission after mission. The amount of pressure put upon them is insane. I think also if they had had time to really be together they could have communicated how they felt but they didn't get time to.

7. Gojo assumed Geto trusted him enough to talk to him because that's how they had always been. He was blindsided by what happened and still is. To him the Geto he knew would never do that and he's right but that Geto died with all three of them that day.

8. Toji is an outright monster and I will always hate him. "Oh but he thought about Megumi in his final moments!!" That's great did he think about how he was growing up outside of that? He had no qualms killing a child and he abandoned his own. "He loved his wife!!" Yeah well he dishonoured her memory by not protecting their blessing.

[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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[whisperingwisterias]

Wolf Children and Struggling with Identity

Wolf Children is not only the story of a single mother trying to raise her kid as best as she can after the death of her lover, but also about two kids who struggle with trying to figure out their identity when society tells them that half of who they are is wrong. Although Yuki and Ame’s wolf heritage is not something they chose and certainly not something they should have to hide or be ashamed of, Wolf Children shows us how society’s discrimination against anything that is “different” make people like Yuki and Ame feel as though they have to change who they are to get accepted by society.

We first see this kind of discrimination with Hana’s lover, the Wolf Man. When he tells her the truth about who he is, it is clear that he has accepted that his wolf heritage will always make him inherently “lesser” than the people around him. In leading up to his reveal, he refers to himself as a “what” and not a “who,” dehumanizing himself right off the bat. He said that he had come to terms with the fact that his wolf side was likely something he would always have to hide, and that he had just accepted the fact that he would always be alone because no one would be able to accept him for who he was. After telling Hana who he was, he even expected her to break up with him, to be scared of him, to completely walk out of his life. However, Hana’s response to his confession highlights just how unfair and irrational such discrimination is: she’s not scared of him because he’s him, and she knows him. She does not see him as his differences, she just sees him as the person she loves.

However, as Yuki and Ame are born, it’s clear that the rest of the world does not share the same mindset. Much like their father, every wolfish part of them has to be hidden out of fear that people around them will react badly or take them away from Hana. When they were both born, Hana had to give birth without any help from a medical professional, in case they both came out looking like wolves. When they want to do something as simple as go on a walk or play around, Hana constantly has to be on guard and make sure they don’t transform and give themselves away. When they get sick, she can’t let them go to a doctor, and when they see other kids playing in the park, she can’t let them go play with them. Even in their own home just being themselves and indulging in their wolfish sides gets them dangerous scrutiny. It gets to the point where Hana even needs to uproot her family’s lives just to live somewhere where they don’t constantly have to hide.

As they get older, Yuki and Ame start to realize just what their heritage means for them and how society treats them because of it. In the books Ame reads he constantly finds wolves being villainized and cast as the bad characters, which upsets him and makes him feel ashamed of the wolfish part of him. And although he learns to embrace that side of him, society does not let him be both human and a wolf, and he feels as though he does not belong or fit in with people. When society criticizes him for his differences, he gives up on finding a place in society. Conversely, when the girls at her school criticize Yuki for her differences, like the way she dresses and the things she finds interesting and all the wolfish habits she’s grown up with, she gives up on that part of herself so that she might fit in with society. They made her feel ashamed of that part of herself and like she was less of a person for being different: Yuki said that she didn’t know how little girls were supposed to act, but that what she did know is that she was doing it all wrong. She told herself that she was going to learn how to behave properly, even if it killed her—and in a way, it did. She did not want to identify with her wolf side anymore, and she rejected it as being part of her, just like Ame rejected his human side.

Although both Yuki and Ame found happiness in the identities they formed and the side of their heritage they chose; it’s sad that society’s inability to accept all parts of them made them have to choose. Wolf Children demonstrates how discrimination doesn’t just harm how others view us, but how we also view ourselves. People should be able to embrace all of who they are without having to worry about how it is perceived, but society’s tendency to discriminate needs to change before that can truly happen.

[bon2bonn]

This City

2022!F1 grid X female!driver!reader

Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, Max Verstappen, Carlos Sainz, Charles leclerc X female!driver!reader.

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*the song belongs to : Sam fisherr , and the version I chose features Anne Marie , it's one of my favourites, and in a way it reflects how the female!driver felt through her 22 season and I saw that it fits with both Charles struggles with Ferrari through 23 , and Danny's through his journey after red bull till he went back in 23 , so I hope you enjoy it ✨. If you have anything to say, add or thoughts on this au! share let me know .

*First side/extra chapter of Weathering Your Storm au! (WYS) ✨

Lando sat back as he returned from refilling his drink for the second time that evening , the chatter of his friends going around him as they conversed and joked with eachother , not long ago they had dinner , all of those who could attend argued on who'll do the dishes and he unfortunately lost the rock paper scissors to both Daniel and Max, along with Charles who lost to Carlos and y/n . Both of them grumpled under their breath as y/n (the host for the night) teased them about breaking her dishes .

Their monthly dinner started off as a spontaneous get-together but extended to turn into an ongoing tradition , everyone took turn to host it once a month for whoever is available to attend , hosting or going out in lando's case (he almost burned his house down, twice) except for Christmas where it's almost mandatory to attend the end of year dinner .

This month it's y/n's turn and she did not disappoint, a decent homemade meal along with desert's and everyone's favourite drink of choice . now they scattered around catching up on what's everyone is up to , Carlos and Charles along with Max, Daniel and himself were the ones who stayed back as Seb , Lewis , Mick ,Lance , Pierre and yuki left earlier all having flights to catch the next day , but the rest opting to stay and enjoy the rest of the night night .

After few drinks Charles took a seat at her Grande piano, playing some tunes but still engaged in a conversation with Max and Carlos , arguing while they both shook their heads in denial, Daniel had his guitar (that he always leave at her place and she'd always jokingly say that she'd sell it to a junk yard if he keeps on leaving it behind) strumming it mindlessly as he and y/n who sat next to him with her feet kicked up on the table before them were talking about something that Danny nods at , his eyes are focused on her as she went on explaining before turning to Charles who started off a new tune getting his attention along with the others as he called "I know this song" before humming for a moment then strumming the stings following up the tune Charles started .

He turned to y/n who started humming along to the music stopping to nudge her to sing along "com'on , it's one of your favourites " , she shook her head " I can't sing to save my life" he gave her an eye roll scoffing as he say " you keep saying that but we all know that not true , and anyone who can sing better than lando is a great singer " earning a cushion to the head from the offended driver as everyone around fell into a fit of laughter agreeing to Daniel statement , but also ushering their friends to sing . As she finally obliged they restarted from the top . Lando took it as a chance to set his phone on one of the shelves adjusting the angle to get everyone in the frame " I'll send it to the group chat later" before sitting down .

Daniel started the first verse softly :

"I've been seeing lonely people in crowded rooms

Covering the old heart breaks with new tattoos

It's all about small screens and cigarettes

Looking through low lights at silhouettes

But all I see is lonely people in crowded rooms"

Nodding at her to start the chorus along with him :

" This city is gonna break my heart

This city is gonna love me then leave me alone

This city is got me chasing stars

It's been a couple months since I felt like I'm home

Am I getting closer to knowing where I belong ?

This city is gonna break my heart

She's always gonna break your heart"

Letting her carry on with the second verse :

"Monday through Friday I don't do so well

I wanna call you but I stop myself

And you're the only one I wanna run to , yeah

Cause I've been drinking lately , so I forget

Wondering what this place will give me next

Cause all I see are lonely people with broken hearts"

This time Charles joined in the chorus all three sang in harmony :

" oh This city is gonna break my heart

This city is gonna love me then leave me alone

This city is got me chasing stars

It's been a couple months since I felt like I'm home

Am I getting closer to knowing where I belong ?

This city is gonna break my heart

She's always gonna break your heart".

Her and Daniel joined together in the third verse :

" She's got a hold on me

I got a hold on you

She got me wrapped round her fingers

Yeah, yeah , yeah

She got a hold on me

I got a hold on you

She got me wrapped round her fingers".

She hit every high note with ease as everyone joined them in singing the last chorus :

"This city is gonna break my heart

This city is gonna love me then leave me alone

This city is got me chasing stars

It's been a couple months since I felt like I'm home

Am I getting closer to knowing where I belong?

This city is gonna break my heart

She's always gonna break your heart

I didn't mean to break your Heart"

Letting Danny strum the last note before adding softly:

"I didn't mean to break it ".

They all applaused at the end whooping and whistling as she joined them before covering her face as they turned to her with compliments and praise , groaning into her hands as lando passed her to grab his phone back .

Danny nudged her with a playful smile " if racing didn't turn out well , we could flip a coin and start a band , what do you say ?" she shoved him away "like hell I'd let anyone hear me sing in public!" Then turning to lando who looked like he saw a ghost tilting her head in question" what's wrong?" For him to look at her with guilt then showing her his screen that displayed an Insta live going with her own face now looking back at her , with comments flooding the side of the screen , frowning for a second trying to process what occurred before snapping her head to lando in disbelief , the rest came to take a look in curiousity all fitting in frame as comments rolled up before turning to lando who backed up in attempt to flee the scene .

The screen shook before it changed to Carlos holding the phone along with Max both trying to shut the live down (more like them reading comments and greeting fans instead) , lando is seen screaming for his life in the background where he got tackled by y/n on his way to the door , Danny and Charles trying to prey her off his back .

Max turned to them after reading some comments a hand on his hip as he called aloud over lando's screaming "y/n! Seb said You can't kill him , the live is still on! " Carlos added a second after "Fernando said do it" turning back to the screen right before it's turned off.

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A3! Homepage Lines - Homare's Birthday (2025)

graphics and proofreading by myuntachis!

text version under the cut!

Spring Troupe

Sakuya: I found a picture book that reminded me of you, Homare-san. …Huh!? Your dad wrote this!?

Masumi: The theme I decided on for the haiku this time is “love”. I’m sure you’ll be able to understand this feeling, Homare.

Tsuzuru: Arisugawa-san’s tastes are rather peculiar but… that makes him unique, and I sorta admire it.

Itaru: I think Homare-san would get pretty hooked on a horror game… I’ll try to find something that’ll give him a scare.

Citron: Happy B-Day to, our happy hyped Homare, be very happy… Ohhh, this needs more happy in it! Haiku are sooo difficult~

Chikage: I’ve prepared a carrot cake for Homare-san. I haven’t taste-tested it myself but… he said it’s delicious.

Summer Troupe

Tenma: I think you’ve got one you prefer using but… I chose this fountain pen for you, so feel free to use if you’d like.

Yuki: I found some cookies with rose petals in them. I’m planning to serve them at Alice’s birthday tea party today.

Muku: Would you like to go to the greenhouse café again? I’ll treat you to some tea! I’d also like to see that blue butterfly again.

Misumi: I have a present for our Leader Alice! Ta-dah, a triangle bow tie! Here you go~

Kazunari: I painted a portrait of Aririn for his b’day, and it turned out FIRE! Probs ‘cause I had a good model~

Kumon: Homare-san taught me a super cool chess move! Take this! Discovered Attack!

Autumn Troupe

Banri: He may not look it, but Homare-san’s got a talent I don’t. I’m honestly envious of that.

Juza: I bought Homare-san’s poetry collection and he gave me his autograph. I dunno if I’ll understand anythin’, but I’ll give it a read.

Taichi: Ta-dah! This is a Taichi Nanao-original poetry collection! I’ll be waiting for your thoughts, Homare-san!

Omi: I bought a new tea set. Could I use it to prepare tea for you today?

Sakyo: Oi, you ain’t gonna do a rap battle this time too, are you? I’m not participating. Consider this my withdrawal.

Azami: Happy birthday, Homare-san. I bought some tea leaves with a relaxing effect, you can try drinking them during your work breaks.

Winter Troupe

Tsumugi: I ended up reading one of my own poems at Homare-san’s poetry reading session… Oh, that was so nerve-wracking.

Tasuku: Arisugawa said he wants me to write him a poem as a gift, but… that’s way too unreasonable, you know?

Hisoka: Today’s the one day I can’t sleep well. But I’ll forgive you for that. … Happy birthday, Alice.

Homare: The special star of today has arrived! Everyone, do celebrate my long-awaited birthday on a most grand scale!

Azuma: Your recitations are always so pleasant to listen to. Will you read that picture book to me today?

Guy: It seems Arisugawa wants to hold a screening of his Vlog today, so I will have to prepare the projector at the bar.

NOTES:

(1) discovered attack is an actual chess attack that's basically a player moving a piece out of the way to reveal an attack that was previously impossible because of that piece (you can read more here)