#yt22 fluff

[multicohn]

summary: isack thought that being brought into formula one meant that he would have a new teammate and potential mentor. what he didn't expect was to be adopted by yuki and his girlfriend

warnings: cursing ( duh ), violence / threats ( in a joking way )

pairing: fem! reader x yuki tsunoda ( romantic ), fem! reader x yuki tsunoda x isack hadjar ( platonic )

genre: smau fluff, comfort, established relationship ( reader x yuki )

face claim: no one in particular, just random couples off pinterest

author note: i miss them so much

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user: MY PARENTS ARE FINALLY REUNITED

user: mama y papa

user: WE MISSED YOU IN THE PADDOCK QUEEN

landonorris: drop the location 👀

| youruser: they have a tank full of fish.

| landonorris: IM MOR SCARED OF FISH I JUST DONT LIKE EATING THEM

| youruser: yeah okay

yukitsunoda0511: shayla?

| youruser: it’s a tiktok thing, i’ll show you later

| yukitsunoda0511: okay

| yukitsunoda0511: and i missed you too baby 💖

| youruser: 🥹

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youruser

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youruser: home is where the heart is or whatever this say

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user: THEYRE SO CUTE

user: yuki is so bf coded

| youruser: I KNOW I START TO CRY OVER HIM but then i remember that i can cry TOO HIM

| user: you’re so real for that

francisca.cgomes: favs ❤️

| youruser: i luv luv u

user: MY PARENTS FOR REAL

isackhadjar: it was nice meeting you

| youruser: it was nice meeting you too!

user: not isack being a third wheel LMAO

liamlawson30: thank god i don’t have to see you’s acting all lovey dovey anymore

| youruser: kys

| liamlawson30: ON THE MAIN ACCOUNT????

yukitsunoda0511: my love

( see translation )

| youruser: love when you whip out the japanese

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redbullracing: max would like to have a word about that…

| youruser: swear at him

| redbullracing: i fear of being fired

| youruser: tell him to message me himself

| redbullracing: 🫡

user: ISACK BEING YUKIS FRID KIDNOMG 😭😭

yukitsunoda0511: really

| youruser: LOOK AT THE WAY YOURE LOOKING AT HIM

| yukitsunoda0511: i was looking at you actually

| youruser: oakansk

user: tbh, now im kinda glad they didn’t promote him cause i would’ve missed out on this duo

maxverstappen1: 🤨

| youruser: you’re just using them as test dummies.

| maxverstappen1: THIS IS DEFAMATION

| youruser: aw max i didn’t know you knew such a big word 🥺

| maxverstappen1: give him back

| youruser: YOU HAVE 5 OTHERS

| maxverstappen1: I HAD 6 TO START WITH

| youruser: GO AWAY

| youruser: IM TELLING KELLY ON YOU

isackhadjar: 🥹

| youruser: 🫂

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youruser

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youruser: JAPAN I LOVE YOU

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youruser: MY BABY GOT P3

youruser: HE WAS ON THE PODIUM

youruser: MY YUKI

youruser: SOBBING STILL

youruser: ALSO ISACK P5 🥳🥳👏 congrats isackhadjar

user: yuki tearing up while being up there and then seeing y/n crying her heart out got me

user: it was long overdue

user: YODIUM

user: AND IT WAS AT HIS HOME RACE

user: y/n is so real for mentioning isack

| user: THIS HE DROVE INCREDIBLY

user: isack and y/n hugging while celebrating yuki — THATS HIS FAMILY UOUR HONOUR

yukitsunoda0511: i couldn’t have done it without.

| youruser: MY PODIUM DRIVER GUYS

| youruser: i love you so much

isackhadjar: thanks y/n! hopefully we can be on the podium together at some stage

| youruser: you’s definitely will! hoping it doesn’t take that long

| isackhadjar: you and me both 😅

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user: 3 RACES??? LETS GO

user: please don’t separate them 🙏

user: wonder if isack is with them

| youruser: he is!

| user: THATS SO CUTE

maxverstappen1: no thank you?

| youruser: for what

| maxverstappen1: FOR USING MY PLANE???

| youruser: THIS IS CHARLES’ PLANE WTH ARE UOU ON ABOUT

| maxverstappen1: we share planes

| youruser: that’s probably one of the biggest loads of bs ive ever heard

| youruser: YOURE NOT GETTING ISACK BACK SHOO GO AWAY

| maxverstappen1: you’ve been warned

| youruser: if you make yuki dnf ill drag you out of that car and beat you in front of everyone

| maxverstappen1: i’ll like to see you try ☺️

| youruser: 🔪

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yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511: few pics of the last few days since she leaves me soon :(

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user: just fell in my knees in my kitchen

user: NO YOURE LYING

user: WHAT ABOUT ISACK ???!!?!!!

maxverstappen1: finally

| kellypiquet: max please

| youruser: GETS HIS ASS KELLS

pierregasly: alone at last 👀

| yukitsunoda0511: 🫢🫣

| francisca.cgomes: this means i get y/n for the next few weeks 🤭🤭

| yukitsunoda0511: wait

| youruser: we were supposed to keep this private kiks 😪

| francisca.cgomes: im sorry my love but i just couldn’t take it anymore

| pierregasly: it seems ive made a mistake

youruser: im going to miss you so much

| yukitsunoda0511: :(

isackhadjar: i already miss you 😭

| youruser: ISACK MY SON 😭😭

| youruser: im going to miss you the most

| yukitsunoda0511: ⁉️

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user: OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

user: yuki and isack CAN NOT be separated now

| user: i will throw hands dont even test me rn

visacashapprb: we have so many tiktok ideas

| youruser: idk if i should be happy or scared

| visacashapprb: you’ll see ☺️

| youruser: 😨

maxverstappen1: im suing you for emotional distress

| youruser: im actually going to block you

| maxverstappen1: GUVE HIM BACK

| youruser: NO

kellypiquet: max is having a breakdown

| youruser: ARE YOU SERIOUS

| kellypiquet: very

| youruser: idk if i should apologise or laugh 🧍‍♀️

| kellypiquet: neither

| kellypiquet: it’s quite funny

| youruser: LMAO

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youruser

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youruser: my boys <3

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user: lowkey thankful that yuki didn’t move or else we wouldn’t get this

| youruser: same honestly

user: vcarb should do the “just you and me and us and your friend steve” audio

| visacashapprb: 👀

lilymhe: why can’t i have a grid kid?

| alex_albon: we use to have two…

| logansargeant: USE TOO??? i see how it is

| alex_albon: wait no

user: i love when drivers and their gfs take care of the younger drivers

| user: the fact that yuki isn’t even that much older than isack is taking me out 😭

maxverstappen1: 🕳🚶‍♂️

pepemartiofficial: can i be adopted too?

| youruser: MY NEW SON

| isackhadjar: MY NEW BROTHER

| yukitsunoda0511: oh

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[bear-yawns]

　𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘.　yuki tsunoda · #22

　　　no matter how many years you've been together with yuki, there's one thing he will never get tired of.

genres : fluff ... established relationship ... husband!yuki x wife!reader.　request : @lxvemaze for yuki + "god, close the curtains- i think i'm being blinded." for the 100 event　word count : 0.7k.　warnings : i fear that they're extremely in love ... not proofread.　 note : sigh the things i do for my friends (jk this was fun to write for my pookie) ENJOY FIRST YUKI FIC !!　　　( masterlist )　( taglist )

Your favourite way to wake up in the morning was when the first thing you felt was Yuki’s comfortable weight on top of yours. You’d never told him just how much you liked it, and half the time he wasn’t even aware that he always shifted in his sleep until several of his ligaments were splayed across your body. This morning it was his legs trapping yours and his head which had found its way to your chest instead of the pillow. 

You stifled a laugh at the ridiculous position he was in and glanced at your phone for the time. Already 8AM. You needed to get up, but you weren’t ready to disturb your husband from his beauty sleep. Especially with how much he deserved it. After a long and tiring race weekend, Monday was the day he could sleep in a bit. Plus, he had flown in late last night and the jetlag never helped either. 

You started by gently pushing his head aside, making sure that it landed on soft pillows. Getting your legs free was a little more difficult, as they were completely tangled with his. You managed with as little disturbance to his sleep as possible. With a satisfying stretch and a quick kiss pressed to his forehead because you couldn’t quite resist how cute he looked, you made your way to the bathroom.

Before Yuki even opened his eyes, he was already frowning. He could tell you had left the bed and gotten up without him. And he didn’t like that. Especially on his day off. And as soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with something equally as unpleasant as you not being in his arms at the current moment. 

“God, close the curtains—- I think I’m being blinded,” he whined, voice hoarse and tired as he shoved his face into the pillow to avoid the bright stream of sunlight that was directly hitting him. The sound of harmonious giggles filled his ears and made his heart tug in his chest just slightly. Maybe you had been married for over two years now and the so-called honeymoon phase should’ve been long over by now, but that didn’t change how much Yuki loved the sound of your laughter. Sometimes it made his heart flutter just the same way it did when he first met you. He felt the brightness fade from the room and he squinted his eyes open again, gaze finding yours sleepily. He pouted.

“That was the worst way to wake up.”

“Why? Cause you almost lost your vision to the power of the sun? You vampire,” you quipped endearingly at him, taking a sip of your coffee. A smile started to play on his lips. 

“No. You weren’t in bed with me. I think that should be illegal any day I’m actually home,” Yuki defended stubbornly, all with a lovesick smile on his sleepy face. You set your coffee cup down as he reached for your wrist, finding a way to gently tug your body down on top of his. You landed a bit messily on top of the soft duvet, but with Yuki’s hands to steady you, you were in no danger of losing your balance. 

“Well, I’m in bed with you now, aren’t I?” you noted. You stared at the ceiling as your husband wrapped his entire body around yours, legs entangling with your own just as they had during the night. Maybe it wasn’t so surprising that he did it in his sleep given how often he did it while conscious too. You were convinced you had married a koala bear with separation anxiety. 

“And you’ll stay here until I decide it’s time for both of us to get up,” Yuki said proudly. 

“As you wish, Mr. Bossy.” 

You ran your fingers through his hair, adjusting the different sections that stood up on their own thanks to the awkward way he had slept. He closed his eyes again, basking in the scent of your shampoo and how warm your body felt against his. 

“Don’t fall asleep again,” you warned, noticing how he was teetering on the edge of dreams again. He shook his head, muttering that he wouldn’t, and held you a bit tighter. 

Whether it be two years of marriage or twenty, you doubt that Yuki would ever get less clingy. But you hope he doesn’t, because there’s no feeling more comforting than his body weight on yours and his soft breathing matching with the rhythm of your heartbeat.

[wethotcrazy]

Parallel Lines

pairing: Yuki Tsunoda x Olympic Figure Skater! Reader

word count: 6638

i've had this marinating in my brain for a bit. i just think that racing and skating have such interesting juxtaposition so here it is.

Sagamihara always had a sleepy kind of charm, but Yuki and YN felt something else in the quiet mornings and late nights, the stillness only broken by the hum of dreams in motion. Growing up here meant routines and rituals, like early morning alarms and empty streets, the cold air pinching at their cheeks as they walked out to different but parallel paths.

They’d seen each other countless times over the years: two kids with big dreams crossing paths by chance, brushing against each other’s lives without ever truly touching. YN was always the girl with the figure skates slung over her shoulder, eyes bright and posture poised even at dawn. Yuki, in contrast, was the scrappy boy with an endless supply of karting posters and racing memorabilia, always dashing toward the next practice with the fierce focus of a kid who already knew his path.

When they passed each other, there was always a nod, a polite “Good morning” or “Good night,” exchanged in those shared spaces—two people who understood the solitude of dreams.

The first time Yuki saw her was on his way home after a long day at the track, dirt and oil streaked across his cheek. YN was on her way to the rink, her skates glittering in her hands, her hair pulled back in a tidy ponytail. She looked ready to take on the world, and he couldn’t help but admire that, even as he ducked his head slightly, embarrassed by his own disheveled state. She’d simply smiled, nodding in that small, knowing way, and gone on her way.

Yuki didn’t know it at the time, but that look—the look of someone fully consumed by a dream—was something he’d come to recognize again and again over the years.

As they grew older, they kept moving in the same direction: toward ambition, toward something beyond Sagamihara. But they’d drifted apart in other ways. Yuki’s weekends became filled with karting, and then, one day, with plans for Europe—his sights set on Formula 1. YN’s weekends were consumed by rink hours, the constant, punishing quest to perfect each routine, each jump, each spin. They still crossed paths, sometimes outside the ice rink or the train station, exchanging those same fleeting nods.

It was strange—Sagamihara wasn’t large, yet somehow, they’d managed to orbit each other like planets, moving along parallel paths that never seemed to converge.

One summer evening, just after dusk, they crossed paths again, older now, YN carrying a gym bag and wearing a jacket from the national team, Yuki carrying a helmet, his clothes scuffed from a day of karting. They stood there, paused on the quiet street, and he couldn’t help but break the usual silence.

“You’re still skating, then?”

She nodded, her eyes warm with a familiar determination. “And you’re still racing.”

“Planning to stop anytime soon?” he teased.

Her smile was small, but it held a kind of fierceness. “Not until I make it.”

“Same here.”

The weight of their dreams hung in the air between them, the invisible wall that had always been there but that they’d learned to accept. There wasn’t any need for explanation, just that shared understanding. They were alike, but separate, and they knew the sacrifices and loneliness that came with chasing something so big.

Years passed like that, each of them watching the other only in passing—Yuki catching glimpses of her in news clips, her routines sharpened with an artistry that almost seemed untouchable, while she’d see photos of him in magazines and on TV, headlines proclaiming his meteoric rise through the ranks of motorsport. Every success felt like a nod to each other, a reminder of the dreams that had been born back in Sagamihara.

One winter, when Yuki was back in Japan for the off-season, he found himself walking through their old neighborhood, a rare moment of quiet for him. Snow had settled on the streets, muffling the sounds of the city and creating that same early-morning hush that he remembered from childhood.

At the ice rink, he spotted her just coming off practice. She noticed him, her eyes widening a bit in surprise, then softening in recognition.

“Yuki,” she said, her voice warm in a way that held their shared history, even if they’d never shared much more than a nod. “You’re here.”

“Just for a bit. Off-season,” he replied, feeling that same familiar ease, as though they’d just picked up an old, comfortable habit.

They didn’t need to say much; that was the thing about two people who’d been chasing dreams their whole lives—they’d run out of words long ago. Instead, they sat side by side on the cold metal bench outside the rink, their breaths visible in the chilly air. For a moment, it felt as if they were kids again, those same two quiet strangers in the early hours of Sagamihara, bound by something unspoken but unmistakable.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Yuki murmured finally, glancing over at her. “How we’ve always been here, but never really…here.”

YN nodded, looking out at the snowy street, her skates resting by her side. “Maybe we’ll always be a little like that. Parallel. Just…passing each other.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “Maybe. But I think I’m okay with that.”

And in that moment, they both knew it was true. They’d never really needed each other to understand. Their connection was there, solid but silent, like the hum of the early morning streets of Sagamihara that had once seen them both grow and rise, side by side.

As Yuki settled into his off-season routine, blissfully unaware, an unexpected storm was brewing on the internet. It began when a fan account posted an old, grainy yearbook photo that seemed to have no apparent significance—just two kids from Sagamihara, tucked into a corner of the page. Yuki Tsunoda, grinning with that familiar spark in his eyes even at a young age, and right beside him, YN, with a shy, focused look that hinted at the grace she’d later bring to the rink.

The photo alone might have gone unnoticed. But within hours, more yearbook photos appeared, retweeted and reshared by fans who’d pieced together the fact that these two seemingly unrelated athletes had shared more than just a hometown.

One especially dedicated fan managed to dig up an old article from a Sagamihara newspaper, “The Rising Stars of Sagamihara,” a feature highlighting young, local talents. In it was a tiny column dedicated to a 10-year-old Yuki Tsunoda, “the lightning-fast karting prodigy,” and a paragraph further down, highlighting YN, “the local ice princess.” The two write-ups were paired with side-by-side photos: Yuki in a helmet, hands on his karting wheel with that mischievous grin, and YN in her skating attire, her posture proud and determined even at such a young age.

Fans started to piece it together: the fact that they’d grown up in the same neighborhood, gone to the same schools, and even shared the same early mornings and late nights, each in their own world yet strangely intertwined. And it wasn’t long before the discovery of an old, archived video from a local TV broadcast surfaced online—a brief segment from years ago that fans began to pass around excitedly.

In the clip, the young, wide-eyed Yuki stood outside his local karting track, excitedly describing his dream of one day becoming a Formula 1 driver. The interviewer had asked him, “What’s the best part of racing?” Yuki had grinned, eyes lighting up in a way that was still familiar to his fans today. “Going fast,” he’d said simply. “And getting better each time. I want to be the fastest in the world.”

The video then cut to the local ice rink, where a young YN was carefully lacing up her skates, so focused on the task that she barely noticed the camera. When the interviewer asked her what drove her to skate, she’d answered with quiet conviction, “I just love it. I want to make it to the Olympics someday. It’s…where I need to be.”

The segment was barely two minutes long, but it captured two kids with dreams that stretched far beyond Sagamihara, two kids who, even back then, had an uncanny sense of direction and drive. Fans, both of Yuki and of the Olympic skating world, couldn’t help but feel like they’d uncovered a rare glimpse into a shared story—two kids from the same neighborhood, their paths woven together by dreams, even if only in the way they passed each other.

Social media blew up with fan theories, speculating on how often their lives must have intersected, how many times they might have passed each other on their way to training. Photos surfaced, sent in by locals who had watched them both grow up in Sagamihara—some just vague, fleeting memories: “I remember seeing them both at the train station on winter mornings!” or “I used to watch Yuki at the track and YN at the rink. They were both so intense, so dedicated, even as kids.”

Yuki had been mostly offline during his break, enjoying a rare stretch of quiet, until one of his friends finally texted him about it. Amused, he clicked through the screenshots and articles, surprised by how far fans had gone to piece together these memories. He hadn’t even remembered half of them himself. One of the photos, an old class trip snapshot, brought a small smile to his face—YN and him standing near each other, neither of them smiling for the camera, both distracted, probably thinking about their next practice.

Meanwhile, YN caught wind of it from one of her friends, who sent her a link with a message: “Look! You’re practically trending!”

She’d laughed at first, scrolling through tweets and posts, memories flashing back like scenes from an old movie: her hurried mornings at the train station, those late-night practice sessions when she’d sometimes catch a glimpse of Yuki heading home from the karting track, their nods and polite hellos. She couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic—she hadn’t realized how much those quiet moments had mattered to her, how they’d become part of the story of her dream.

One night, not long after, Yuki texted her.

“Have you seen the whole internet making us childhood rivals or something? Lol”

She smirked, fingers tapping quickly to reply.

“Or ‘childhood sweethearts,’ depending on who you ask.”

A few minutes later, her phone buzzed with his reply:

“They’re not totally wrong. Not the rivals part, anyway.”

She chuckled at that, surprised by the warmth the message brought. There was a comfort in knowing that he remembered those early days too, that those moments of passing each other had meant something, even if it had been unspoken.

“Maybe they’ll call us ‘parallel dreamers’ next,” she replied.

And as she lay back on her couch, scrolling through the old photos and shared memories, she realized something: maybe their paths had been parallel, and maybe they’d drifted apart in pursuit of those dreams, but Sagamihara had left its mark on both of them. It was their shared starting line, the place where they’d both learned to dream and to fight, even if their paths had rarely converged.

A few days later, Yuki was in Tokyo for a media event, and on an impulse, he texted her again.

“Coffee? For old times’ sake?”

When they met at a small, tucked-away café in the city, there was an ease between them, as if the years and distance hadn’t changed a thing. They laughed over the fan theories, traded stories about the yearbook photos and old video clips, and shared some of the strange, wonderful feeling of seeing their quiet little corner of Sagamihara suddenly brought to light.

“I always thought you were so intense back then,” Yuki teased, raising an eyebrow. “Every time I saw you, you looked like you were going into battle.”

“Look who’s talking, Mr. Formula 1,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “I’d see you at the track, looking like you were in some kind of racing trance. You know, you used to scare me a little.”

He laughed, a sound that was so warm and familiar. “Guess we were both a little intense. Guess we still are.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, watching the bustling street outside, each of them thinking back to those early mornings and late nights in Sagamihara, to the unspoken connection that had somehow brought them back together, even in the vastness of their separate worlds.

“Do you ever miss it?” she asked quietly, her gaze softening. “Sagamihara, I mean. Those early days?”

He nodded, his expression wistful. “Sometimes. I think I miss the simplicity of it. The way it felt to just…dream.”

She looked at him, and in that moment, she felt the weight of all those years, of all the mornings and nights they’d shared in passing, two strangers who had never truly been strangers at all.

“Me too,” she said softly. And for the first time, it felt like they weren’t just passing by—they were here, in this moment, together.

The whole thing still felt surreal to YN. Figure skating had always been a quiet pursuit, one that seemed to exist in the background of mainstream attention—until the Winter Olympics came around, when suddenly, the whole world seemed to tune in. But this recent surge of attention felt different. It wasn’t just about her skating career anymore; it was as if her whole childhood was being reexamined through this strange, nostalgic lens. Fans couldn’t seem to get enough of the idea that she and Yuki had spent their earliest years unknowingly sharing the same road.

And, somehow, the more the fans uncovered, the more it actually brought her and Yuki together.

They began to message each other regularly, trading stories from their childhood that they hadn’t even realized they shared. YN would find herself laughing as she read Yuki’s late-night messages, recounting moments she’d almost forgotten—like the time they’d both been late for school on the same day because they’d each missed the early train, or the little neighborhood shop where they’d each spent their allowances on sports magazines and energy drinks, practically standing side-by-side without knowing it.

One evening, YN received a message from Yuki that included an old photo she had completely forgotten about. It was a group photo from a school field day, and there they were, standing a few feet apart in their gym uniforms, each of them looking off in different directions, probably already thinking about the next practice, the next goal. The caption he’d written was simple:

“Look at us, already daydreaming.”

She found herself smiling, typing back:

“I think we were both always somewhere else.”

To her surprise, Yuki replied almost immediately.

“Maybe we were just waiting to catch up.”

Something about that made her pause, her heart giving a small, unexpected flutter. She hadn’t expected this sudden closeness—hadn’t expected to find herself confiding in him so naturally, like they were picking up a conversation they’d started years ago but never quite finished.

The fans, meanwhile, were relentless. More photos and old stories kept surfacing, and every new discovery seemed to send the internet into a frenzy. Some old classmates even came forward with their own memories, adding to the charm of it all. One of the most popular was a story from a girl who remembered how Yuki and YN would always be the first ones out the school gates after the last bell, each headed in different directions, both of them racing the clock to get to their practices on time. “They looked like they were in some kind of secret competition,” the girl had written with a laugh. “They never even knew they were competing.”

The two of them found it all endlessly amusing, and they often texted each other late into the night, reminiscing and teasing each other about the memories fans kept unearthing.

Then one night, YN found herself scrolling through her messages with Yuki, reading back through the familiar exchanges that had slowly become part of her days. She felt a pang of nostalgia, and on a whim, she texted him:

“Hey, do you remember that old café near the train station? The one with the melon soda floats?”

He texted back almost instantly.

“The one where I spilled a whole soda on myself? Yeah, I remember. Want to meet up there?”

The next afternoon, they found themselves back in that cozy, faded café, sitting across from each other with melon soda floats, just like they had years ago. She watched as Yuki took a sip, and they both burst into laughter as he wrinkled his nose, clearly not used to the sweetness anymore.

“Wow, it tastes exactly the same,” he said, putting the glass down with a mock grimace. “How did we drink these all the time?”

YN laughed. “Guess we didn’t know any better.”

They sat there, talking easily about their childhood routines, each one of them filling in gaps in the other’s memories. Yuki told her about the hours he’d spent working on his kart at the local track, about the old man who used to stop by and offer him tips, and she found herself captivated, imagining the younger Yuki she’d only ever seen in glimpses.

She told him about the hours at the rink, practicing spins until her legs shook, the evenings when she’d watch the last of the sunlight filter through the windows and think about what it would feel like to one day skate for an audience that stretched far beyond Sagamihara.

As she talked, Yuki looked at her with a softness she hadn’t quite seen before. “I remember,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of awe. “I remember seeing you after practice, with your skates hanging over your shoulder. You always looked…so focused, like you were in a world of your own.”

She smiled, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest. “I always thought you looked like you were ready to take on the world.”

They sat there, a comfortable silence settling between them, and for a moment, it felt as if they were back in Sagamihara, just two kids chasing their dreams, both of them trying to make sense of a feeling they hadn’t quite had words for back then.

But this time, it was different. This time, they were here, and the world wasn’t pulling them in opposite directions.

That night, after they’d said their goodbyes and gone their separate ways, YN found herself thinking about Yuki long after she got home. She scrolled through her messages, re-reading the conversations they’d shared over the past few weeks, the memories they’d uncovered together, the fragments of their shared past that had slowly pulled them closer.

And as she lay in bed, her phone buzzed with one last message from him.

“Thanks for today. It was…good to be back. With you.”

She smiled, her heart warm with a quiet happiness she hadn’t quite felt before. She typed a quick reply:

“Good to be back, too. And hey—don’t forget, I beat you to practice every time back then.”

The next morning, as she headed to practice, she found herself smiling as she passed by familiar streets and old buildings. For the first time in a long time, she felt a kind of peace settle over her, a sense that maybe, just maybe, she’d finally found a piece of home in the most unexpected of places.

And perhaps, she thought with a quiet hope, this time their paths wouldn’t just cross—they might actually find themselves walking side by side, together.

At first, it was subtle, almost like a game of hide-and-seek played by two people who didn’t really want to hide. YN’s posts were usually quiet, focused on her routines, her performances, the ice rink early in the morning or late at night when it was empty and calm. But lately, fans had noticed a difference. There were little hints—a second coffee cup on the table, a shadow beside her in the mirror at the rink, a half-smile that seemed directed at someone just out of view.

And then, there was Yuki. His own fans, well-attuned to his habits, noticed he was a little more active online than usual, sharing bits and pieces of his days that were uncharacteristically… soft. He’d always had a down-to-earth presence, but now there was something more thoughtful to it—a kind of quiet happiness that seemed to radiate from even the simplest posts. A casual photo of him at a cafe would have a book next to his coffee, open to some obscure passage about ambition and the journey to reach it. In another post, he was on a quiet Tokyo street at dusk, the caption a single kanji: “帰” (home).

Most fans brushed it off as coincidence—until the first fan sighting happened. It was a quiet Tuesday, and Yuki and YN had snuck away to a tiny ramen shop tucked into one of the side streets of Tokyo, hoping to escape the city’s usual rush. They were deep in conversation, heads bent close together, laughing at some shared joke as they slurped noodles. Neither noticed the two fans a few tables over, both of whom sat in stunned silence, glancing at each other with wide eyes.

Photos surfaced on social media within hours. The fandom went into an instant, thrilled frenzy as fans dissected every detail—the relaxed way they seemed to sit together, the way Yuki had looked at her while she laughed, the unmistakable ease and familiarity that only came with years of shared history. And as more fans pieced together the clues that had been scattered across their social media, the internet’s interest in “the childhood rivals” reignited in a big way.

Some fans were quick to pull out old screenshots, examining the places YN had been posting about recently, pointing out landmarks that seemed to match up with places Yuki had been seen as well. Others dissected old interviews and clips, spotting the subtle changes in their expressions whenever their respective childhoods in Sagamihara were brought up. It was as if, now that fans knew what to look for, the hints were everywhere, woven quietly through both of their lives.

One day, YN’s manager pulled her aside, gently asking if she’d seen the fan reaction. She had, of course, though she’d tried not to look too closely, letting herself stay in the bubble of their quiet, everyday moments. But curiosity got the better of her, and that night, she found herself scrolling through post after post, watching fans piece together their shared past like some kind of romantic detective story.

There was one thread in particular that made her pause, an almost absurdly thorough breakdown of all the times YN and Yuki had likely crossed paths as kids. It included everything from their school schedules to their practice times, even a speculative timeline of when they might have seen each other at the train station.

One of the fans had written, “I think what I love most about this whole thing is that they were just… there, for each other, all those years. Even if they didn’t realize it. It’s like they were connected without ever needing to say anything.”

As she read, she found herself smiling, remembering those long, quiet mornings, those nods exchanged across empty streets. And when her phone buzzed with a new message from Yuki, she almost laughed at the timing.

“Guess they’re onto us, huh?”

She typed back, fingers moving almost without thinking.

“I think they like it. Us. All those years we kept passing each other.”

A few seconds later, his reply appeared.

“It’s kind of nice, actually. I didn’t know it’d mean this much to people.”

“To me, either,” she replied, pausing, feeling the weight of those words. “But I think they see it now—how we’ve been part of each other’s lives, all this time. Even if it was just little things.”

And that was the heart of it, wasn’t it? She’d grown up knowing his silhouette from across the street, his familiar nod, the way he’d look at her with a small, tired smile after a long day, as if they were acknowledging the quiet cost of their dreams. Those small gestures had added up, building something she hadn’t fully realized until now.

A few weeks later, when the off-season was almost over, Yuki suggested they meet at the old track in Sagamihara. She was surprised—after all, they’d both moved on, their worlds much larger than they’d been as kids, but something about the idea felt perfect.

When she arrived, Yuki was already there, leaning against a guardrail with a nostalgic grin on his face. The track was empty, just as it had been in their childhood, and he waved her over, his smile widening as she approached.

“Welcome back,” he said, his voice soft, filled with a quiet happiness she’d grown to recognize.

They walked around the track, sharing stories from their childhood that felt both old and new. Yuki told her about his first time racing there, how he’d stayed up all night the day before, too excited to sleep. She laughed, admitting she’d once done the same thing before her first competition, spending the entire night pacing around her room, practicing jumps she’d already perfected a hundred times.

They ended up sitting side by side in the stands, looking out at the track, lost in memories. After a while, YN spoke up, her voice barely a whisper.

“Do you ever wonder what it would’ve been like if we’d actually been friends back then?”

Yuki tilted his head, considering her question. “Maybe we were, in a way. I mean, we were there for each other, right? Even if we didn’t talk much.”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice thoughtful. “I think we were, too.”

He looked over at her, a gentle warmth in his eyes. “Well, we’ve got all the time in the world to catch up now.”

The simplicity of his words settled over her, filling a space she hadn’t realized was empty. She smiled, reaching out to lightly nudge his shoulder. “Guess we do.”

The fans, of course, noticed the Sagamihara track photo she posted later that night—a wide shot of the track at dusk, golden sunlight pooling over the asphalt. No sign of Yuki in the frame, no hints in her caption, just a simple line: “Sometimes, going back means moving forward.”

But to her, it felt like a quiet declaration—a way of honoring the years they’d spent running toward their dreams, passing each other like strangers on a shared road. And even if the whole world knew about them now, it didn’t change the fact that this was, at its heart, theirs alone: two kids from Sagamihara, two dreams that had always run parallel, finally side by side.

The end of the break came faster than either of them expected, and with it, a quiet sense of loss that lingered as Yuki prepared to leave for Europe. For years, leaving home had been easy, almost routine. But this time, Sagamihara felt different. It was as if his small hometown was charged with a new kind of energy—one that came from having someone there who felt like home in a way he hadn’t fully expected.

But, even though they couldn’t be in the same place, Yuki and YN settled into a rhythm of staying close despite the distance. Texts flew back and forth, little jokes and stories from their days. The hours spent on FaceTime became a kind of ritual, each call bringing with it a familiar warmth and comfort that reminded them both of those shared streets and the quiet dreams of Sagamihara.

One evening, on a call, Yuki mentioned an idea that had been buzzing in his mind for a while.

“You should come to a race,” he said, his voice casual but his eyes bright. “I mean, if you’re interested. It’s not exactly like a skating competition, but… it’s something you’ve got to experience live.”

Her face lit up on the screen. “Are you serious? I mean, I’ve watched some races since we started talking, but I’ve never seen it in person.”

He grinned. “Oh, it’s totally different live. The sound, the atmosphere… it’s like nothing else.” He paused, then added, “Besides, it’d mean we get to see each other again.”

It didn’t take long for her to say yes.

The day of the Grand Prix arrived, and as YN stepped into the bustling paddock, she was hit by a mix of excitement and nerves. She’d seen glimpses of this world through Yuki’s stories and posts, but nothing could have prepared her for the sheer intensity of it—the colors, the noise, the energy crackling through every inch of the place. There was a sense of purpose everywhere, a buzzing energy that felt so different from the serene calm of an ice rink but somehow familiar, too. It was the feeling of athletes chasing something, pouring themselves into every detail, every second, every breath.

And then, there he was. Yuki spotted her from across the paddock, weaving through the crowd with a wide grin, looking more animated than she’d ever seen him. They met with an easy hug, as if no time had passed since they’d last seen each other. She couldn’t help but laugh, taking in his racing suit, his excitement radiating off him in waves.

“It’s even crazier in person,” she said, glancing around, trying to absorb everything at once. “I didn’t know it would be like this.”

He laughed, looking both proud and a little sheepish. “Yeah, it’s… it’s a lot. But you’ll get used to it. I wanted you to see it, though. This is… well, it’s my version of the rink, I guess.”

They walked through the paddock, with Yuki explaining everything from the intense setup behind each car to the team’s relentless preparation. She could see the pride in his eyes, the way he moved around his car with a sense of ownership, a reflection of the countless hours he’d spent on tracks, working toward this dream. And she could feel it—this was where he belonged, where every step and sacrifice from their childhood had led him.

He introduced her to a few members of his team, laughing as they teased him about finally bringing a friend to a race. She watched as he interacted with his team, realizing for the first time just how much responsibility he carried. The boy she remembered from Sagamihara had grown into someone steady and sharp, someone whose determination had molded him into a presence that filled the space around him.

When the race started, she was in awe. The sheer speed, the roar of the engines, the crowd’s cheers—all of it combined into a visceral thrill that went beyond anything she’d ever experienced. She found herself gripping the railing, watching Yuki’s car flash past, feeling every twist and turn like it was happening to her. She hadn’t expected to be so captivated, but here she was, heart pounding as if she were skating a program of her own.

After the race, when things quieted down, Yuki found her in the paddock again. He was exhausted, his face flushed, but his eyes sparkled with the high of it all. She threw her arms around him, feeling a surge of pride she hadn’t expected.

“That was incredible,” she said, still breathless from the excitement. “I didn’t know racing could feel like that.”

He grinned, a little bashful. “It’s different when you’re here, right?”

They spent the rest of the evening wandering through the emptying paddock, the buzz of the race still lingering in the air around them. As they walked, she told him about her own competitions—the nervous energy that would settle over her before she stepped onto the ice, the strange kind of stillness that would take over the rink just before she launched into her first jump.

And for a moment, they were just two kids from Sagamihara again, two dreamers who’d spent their lives working tirelessly toward something that felt bigger than themselves.

She looked over at him, her heart warming at the honesty in his expression. “I get that. I always felt the same way about skating. But I think… I think it makes a difference, knowing someone else understands it.”

They found a quiet spot near the track, sitting on a low wall overlooking the grandstands. The stadium lights cast long shadows over the empty space, and for a while, they just sat there, letting the silence fill the spaces between them. It was a kind of peace they hadn’t realized they’d been looking for.

“You know,” YN said, her voice soft, “when I was younger, I always wondered what it’d be like to actually talk to you. To know you, beyond just passing each other on the way to practice.”

Yuki looked over at her, his gaze steady. “Guess we’re finally getting that chance now.”

They sat in silence again, a comfortable warmth settling between them. And in that moment, with the empty track stretching out before them, they both felt it—the quiet realization that they’d found something here, something that had always been there, waiting for them to finally catch up.

As they sat there, Yuki reached out, a small, tentative movement that spoke volumes. She took his hand without hesitation, their fingers lacing together easily, naturally. It was a small gesture, one that felt both familiar and thrillingly new, like finding home in a place they’d both thought they’d left behind.

And in that quiet, empty paddock, with the echoes of the race still hanging in the air, they found a kind of peace they hadn’t known they were looking for—a sense that, no matter where their paths led, they’d always be able to find each other, side by side.

By now, Yuki and YN were inseparable, no matter how many miles lay between them. It was a connection that felt both effortless and profound, the sort of bond that didn’t need big declarations or elaborate plans to make sense. They’d found something in each other that went beyond their childhood familiarity and beyond the worlds of figure skating and racing—something that was uniquely theirs, a relationship that had grown quietly and steadily, almost as if it had been waiting for them all along.

Anyone who spent time with them could see it. Fans had a field day piecing together every time YN was spotted near a racetrack or every time Yuki happened to be in the audience at one of her competitions. There were moments when fans speculated wildly, building romantic theories out of mere glimpses, but Yuki and YN never fed into it. For them, what they had was too precious to make a spectacle of; this was theirs alone, and they were happy to keep it that way.

Friends and family saw it too, though their reaction was less of a surprise and more of a quiet understanding. For years, everyone who knew them had seen that glimmer of connection, the kind that didn’t fade with distance or time. Their friends laughed about it sometimes, joking that Sagamihara must have woven their destinies together before they even knew it themselves.

Even other drivers, those who saw Yuki at his best and his most vulnerable, couldn’t miss the subtle shift in him. There was a calmness to him now, a steadiness that came from having someone who understood the cost of his world, someone who’d been chasing dreams just as big. In the garage, Yuki would occasionally have a little grin on his face as he read a text, or he’d walk into the paddock with a quiet happiness that his team members hadn’t seen before.

“You’re different these days, you know?” one of the drivers remarked one afternoon, a teasing smile on his face as they sat together after a race. “You’ve got that… settled look. Like someone who finally knows where he’s going.”

Yuki didn’t deny it. Instead, he just shrugged with a slight smile. “Guess I do.”

And then, there were moments when they found themselves together in the same place, and it felt like the whole world disappeared. No matter how loud the roar of the crowd or how many people surrounded them, they had this ability to turn everything else into background noise.

One weekend, after one of Yuki’s races, they found themselves in a quiet corner of the paddock, hidden away from the bustling crowds. They had little moments like these, stolen pockets of time when the rest of the world felt a million miles away. YN leaned against the wall, watching Yuki as he recounted moments from the race, his eyes bright with excitement. She knew she’d never tire of seeing him like this, his passion shining through every word.

“It’s funny,” she said, smiling as he paused to catch his breath. “When we were kids, I’d see you after a long practice, and you’d look just as exhausted but never as happy.”

“Back then, we were both just pushing, you know?” he replied, a nostalgic glint in his eyes. “We were both fighting so hard to get somewhere, to make something of ourselves. I think we both forgot it could be this… good.”

She nodded, understanding completely. There was something different now—a balance, a kind of peace that came from knowing they’d reached the places they’d fought for, and that they had someone to share it with.

He reached out, his fingers finding hers, lacing together in a way that had come to feel so natural. “Do you ever think about how many times we must have passed each other? Back in Sagamihara, at the train station, or even just walking down the street?”

“Yeah,” she replied softly, a smile playing at her lips. “It’s like we were both so focused on our own paths that we didn’t even realize we were following the same one.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the moment, their hands still intertwined. There was a quiet magic to these moments that no audience could ever see, a depth of understanding that went beyond words. In each other, they’d found a quiet kind of solace, a shared understanding that had blossomed into something more, something as vast and unshakable as the dreams they’d chased all their lives.

When she finally had to return to Tokyo, they shared a hug that lingered a little longer than usual, the unspoken promises between them clear. “I’ll see you soon,” he said, his voice soft but sure.

“Soon,” she echoed, knowing that, wherever they were in the world, they’d always have this unbreakable thread tying them back to each other.

As she walked away, he stood there for a moment, watching her go, a feeling of certainty settling over him. What they had was beyond the limitations of time zones and stadiums. It was something far bigger than Sagamihara, beyond racing circuits and skating rinks. It was something timeless, something that was just theirs, waiting patiently for them all these years.

And as Yuki turned to head back to the track, a quiet smile on his face, he knew that whatever twists and turns lay ahead, he’d always have this piece of home with him—something that had started long ago, on quiet mornings and late nights in Sagamihara, and had grown into something far more beautiful than he’d ever expected.

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bf moments | yuki tsunoda

୨ৎ : featuring : boyfriend!yuki x reader ୨ৎ : synopsis : compilation of boyfriend yuki moments

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : idk why i've been dedicating the sundays to either the race winner or a drivers home race, but it's just so fitting, so since this week was yuki's home race this is for him also seeing him in that redbull suit was just >.< <3

boyfriend!yuki who insists on cooking dinner for you, then yells at the pan when it sizzles too loud.

boyfriend!yuki who steals bites from your plate and says “it tastes better on your side.”

boyfriend!yuki who fake argues with you over the best ramen spot, but still takes you to yours anyway.

boyfriend!yuki who dramatically collapses on the bed after a long day and demands cuddles as payment for “being alive.”

boyfriend!yuki who tries to act cool but turns bright red when you kiss his cheek in public.

boyfriend!yuki who doesn’t share his food...except with you. only you.

boyfriend!yuki who makes fun of your playlist but knows every lyric.

boyfriend!yuki who gets pouty when you leave for even a second and says “you’re abandoning me” while following you room to room.

boyfriend!yuki who sends you voice memos just to say “i miss you, idiot.”

boyfriend!yuki who gets quiet when you’re upset and just holds your hand until you’re ready to talk.

boyfriend!yuki who starts arguments over uno, mario kart, and who gets the last dumpling...but always lets you win (eventually).

boyfriend!yuki who gets caught on fan cams yelling “that’s my partner!” every time you show up to a race.

boyfriend!yuki who gives you his hoodie and then complains about being cold the entire day.

boyfriend!yuki who says “i don’t do PDA” and then holds your pinky when he thinks no one’s looking.

boyfriend!yuki who snores lightly against your shoulder on planes, drools a little, and denies it every time.

boyfriend!yuki who groans when you say “just one more episode,” but stays up for five.

boyfriend!yuki who shyly says “i love you” at the most random time...like while you’re brushing your teeth.

boyfriend!yuki who acts all tough until you call him “baby,” then melts on the spot.

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First to Know

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For Yuki Tsunoda you had always been the first to tell everything. From the moment he met you—when he was still a Formula 2 rookie with dreams bigger than his small frame could contain—you had been his person. The one he’d text at 3 AM after a bad race, the one he’d call immediately after a good one. The one who saw him not as a rising star but simply as Yuki.

Tonight was no different.

You were curled up on your couch, the soft glow of your bedside lamp illuminating your phone as it buzzed with an incoming call. Yuki.

“Hey, what’s up?” you answered, your voice laced with sleep.

“I’m coming over.”

There was no need for explanation; that was just how things were with you two. So, despite the late hour, you got up, threw on a hoodie, and waited. Fifteen minutes later, there was a familiar knock at your door. When you opened it, Yuki stood there, his face slightly flushed—whether from excitement or the cold, you weren’t sure.

“You’re the first to know,” he said breathlessly, stepping inside. “I’m officially a Red Bull driver.”

Your eyes widened as the weight of his words settled in. This was it. The moment he’d worked so hard for, dreamed of, and finally achieved. But instead of shouting it from the rooftops, he had come to you first.

“Yuki!” you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders. He let out a surprised laugh, his hands hesitantly resting on your back before hugging you properly. “I’m so proud of you.”

His chuckle faded as you pulled back, your hands still gripping his arms. That’s when you saw it—the flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes. He was nervous.

“I wanted you to be the first to know because…” He hesitated, biting his lip. “Because you’re the most important person in my life.”

Your breath hitched.

“I should have told you this a long time ago, but I—I didn’t want to risk losing you.” His fingers tightened slightly on your sleeves, voice barely above a whisper. “But if I can have everything I’ve ever wanted in my career, then I also want everything I’ve ever wanted in my heart. And that’s you.”

The room felt impossibly still. Yuki had always been confident in everything he did—on the track, in life—but now he looked at you with uncertainty, like he had just thrown everything on the line.

You smiled softly, reaching up to tuck a strand of his hair away from his face. “You idiot,” you murmured. “Did you really think I wouldn’t feel the same?”

His eyes widened slightly, lips parting, before a grin spread across his face. And then, as naturally as breathing, he closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a kiss that was warm, nervous, but so incredibly Yuki. It was all the late-night calls, the inside jokes, the stolen glances wrapped into one perfect moment.

When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, exhaling a quiet laugh. “So, does this mean I get to be your boyfriend and a Red Bull driver at the same time?”

You laughed, nudging his nose with yours. “I guess you really do get everything you want, huh?”

He beamed, arms tightening around you. “Only because I have you.”

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yourinstagram Dear yukitsunoda0511, happy birthday I can't believe that you have been mine for three years now. It feels like yesterday that we met at that bookstore in Paris, where you spilt your coffee all over my favourite hoodie. And now with confidence I can say with confidence that it was worth it, you make me feel peaceful and whole. I hope you get everything your heart desires today. And that includes me. Your girl, Y/N L/N.

親愛なるユキ、お誕生日おめでとう。あなたがもう 3 年も私のものだなんて信じられません。パリの本屋で会ったとき、あなたが私のお気に入りのパーカーにコーヒーをこぼしてしまったことが昨日のことのように感じられます。そして今、私は自信を持って、その価値があったと自信を持って言えます。あなたは私を平和で健全な気分にさせてくれます。今日、あなたが心から望むすべてを手に入れられることを願っています。そしてそれには私も含まれます。あなたの彼女、Y/N L/N。

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user they are both barbie neither of them are ken 😭😭😭

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Soul's tapestry (Yuki Tsunoda x Reader)

Summary- In a world where soulmates exist. Some people get to experience memories of their soulmates which may lead them to each other. Yuki feels like every new food he tries, still seems familiar.

Y/N was an avid traveller. As soon as she was able to, she had set out to experience new countries, new cultures and their heritage. But there were a few country she visited, even though it was her first time, she felt like she had been there. Most people call it deja vu, but she knew. Her soulmate had been there too. That feel was warm and fuzzy to know she got to share this with her soulmate.

She had been able to sense her soulmate's memories from a young age. She couldn't really see them as clearly and her family told her it was because they would grow vivid as the time of her meeting would draw close. It excited her, one of the main catalyst for her little travelling. She hadn't realised than but her soulmate was a bit of globe trotter, she thought. She hoped that even he would be able to feel her presence in her memories, so she made sure to try every new cuisine there was to offer.

Yuki Tsunoda was a Formula One driver, which meant he barely got to live at home, having left in his early years. But there was one thing that kept him company, it was his soulmate's memories. He found comfort in food since a lot of those gave him a warm feeling. He would smile to himself when the food tasted familiar even though it was his first time. That was where his innate desire to cook for people began. He wanted to cook delicious food for the people he loved, especially his soulmate.

He noticed how some places, when he would revisit them during the next race year had a familiarity to it. He could feel his soulmate's memory of enjoying her time there. He had began to hope to run into her some day and be able to share in all these experiences.

From the start of 2024, all these memories had become vivid for the both of them. They could see their soulmate in different countries; they didn't know what they did but they got to see each country through their eyes.

It was the Japanese grand prix and Yuki hadn't been home in a really long time, especially during the cherry blossom season. On his flight to Japan, he saw a very vivid memory of his soulmate stood in a cherry blossom garden with the petals rustling and falling from the wind. He felt his breath hitch, there were butterflies in his stomach. Was it time? Was he really going to meet his soulmate in a few days?

Y/N had been wanting to see Japan during the cherry blossom season for years now. And now that she was here, she felt tears in her eyes as she watched the beautiful trees in bloom and the people walking around with their soulmate. She hoped to one day share this with him. She had a vivid memory of a race track. She wasn't sure that there was a race, she didn't keep up with sports but maybe her soulmate was here for that. She wondered if she should try to find it or him.

Like clockwork, fate was working it's magic. Y/N was at the cherry blossoms for the last day of bloom before they would wither away. She tried to take as many pictures as possible to remember this moment. And as she was clicking a picture, her camera landed on a man, in middle looking around and searching for something. She slowly put her camera down and looked him, frantically scanning the area until their eyes met. That familiar feeling was back. Like they'd know each other their whole life. Without even knowing, she started walking towards him. Right now, they both stood in front of each other with the petals falling. "I guess the myth is true" Yuki said holding the cherry blossom petal in his hand. There was saying, if you caught the cherry blossom petal than whatever you wished for would come true. "What did you wish for?" Y/N asked. "A lot of things. But the most important one just came true" Yuki said. "I guess we both wished for the same thing than" she smiled at him. "I'm Yuki Tsunoda" he smiled holding his hand. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N" she said shaking his.

[multicohn]

summary: while waiting for the outcome of qualifying, the cameras capture a precious moment between yuki and his girlfriend

warnings: none

pairing: fem! reader x yuki tsunoda

genre: drabble, fluff, short smau at the end

author note: i swear i have other drivers in my drafts but i just love yuki 😭😭

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y/n didn’t attend many of yuki’s races because of her studies. he didn’t mind, but would get rather giddy upon having her with him. people suspected that yuki is in a relationship, but they lack proper proof. y/n didn’t really care if they went public, yuki would most likely go all keyboard warrior if someone disrespected her or their relationship — she feels bad for his manager who will have to face the consequences of yuki’s future actions.

“hey” yuki pressed a kiss to her cheeks as y/n typed away on her laptop

she had decided on staying in hospitality while yuki raced for three reasons: not to distract him, to do her course work, and worry in peace.

“you almost done?” qualifying has been delayed due to the rain, which frustrated y/n as the internet was absolutely trash

“just gotta some stuff, why?”

“wanna come down to the garage? i’m bored and the rain doesn’t look like it’ll clear up soon” y/n shrugged, she didn’t have any reason to deny his request

yuki smiled brightly and went to grab his jacket while y/n packed up. she softly laced her fingers with his together before they made their way back to the garage.

the vcarb crew members knew that y/n is someone important to their driver, but seeing them holding hands made everyone in his garage do a double take.

“where do you want to sit?” y/n looked around silently before plopping down onto the ground

“it’s cold!” she exclaimed immediately making yuki laugh

“of course it’s going to be cold” he playfully rolled his eyes before sitting down

y/n opened her laptop and started where she left off while yuki busied himself by talking with his race engineer.

“i’ll leave you two alone for a bit” yuki glanced over at his girlfriend who was laser-focused on her work

he let out a small hum before leaning onto her shoulder, y/n instantly rested her own on top of his without taking her eyes off the screen.

“hey, that reminds me of a song” he pointed to the strange word in her document

“what’s it called?”

“i’ll sing it to you” he lifted his shoulder off her head and y/n momentarily took her eyes off the screen

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[bear-yawns]

　𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡'𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗦.　yuki tsunoda · #22

genres : fluff ... established relationship ... yuki x fem!reader.　request : anon for yuki + leaning their foreheads against one another’s for the 100 event　word count : 0.8k.　warnings : again they're really in love like too much probably they're obsessed with each other ... not proofread.　 note : more yuki yayyy told you i would feed with yuki fics and here i am to deliver!!!　　　( masterlist )　( taglist )

The lights had dimmed and almost all the guests had already left the party. The few left were lingering on the sides of the room, too drunk to notice the lovesick couple still swaying slowly in the middle of the dance floor, hands never leaving each other's bodies.

Yuki’s palms rested on your waist gently but firmly, like he would never let you go, but was also too afraid to hold on too tightly. You had your arms on his shoulders, hands clasped together behind his neck, keeping him close.

You were soaking in every moment of tonight as the first day you were reunited with Yuki after weeks. You’d missed him more than you cared to admit, but he was beyond adamant with how much he had missed you. In every glance, touch, and smile you could feel the warmth behind them. Yuki acted as if you had hung the stars in the sky just for him, and tonight, he would do anything you wanted.

He wasn’t much of a dancer, and it normally took more than one man’s persistence to get him up from his seat during a party. But with you, he found himself being the first one to ask you to dance. The party went by all too fast, or maybe the time was blurred with the glasses of alcohol you both downed. 

Now nearing the end of it, he wished he could pause the moment and have unrushed time to admire you in all your perfect beauty. Your fancy dress that you wore just for him. Makeup done to perfection, drawing his eyes from your eyes to your cheeks to your tempting lips, and then back up to your eyes again. Yuki could barely wrap his head around how you managed to look this pretty, much less how you were really truly all his.

It was almost too good to be true.

But it was true, and Yuki could feel it in the grounding nature of your touch on the skin of his neck, or the twinkle in your eyes as you looked at him, or the adoring smile that graced your lips. Somehow, he was the cause of it all.

“I don’t want this moment to end,” he whispered, entranced by you completely as you guided him through the mindless motions of the slow dance. It was bliss. No one to interrupt or observe the private moment. No one to disturb the perfection in your gaze.

“Then don’t let it,” you replied easily, as if you had all the answers to every question Yuki could ponder upon. 

“I don’t know how I got so lucky with you,” Yuki breathed, letting your hands pull his face closer to you until his forehead rested against yours.

“I think you’d rather be luckier to ever get rid of me,” you teased, and Yuki smiled knowingly. 

After being attached at the hip for your entire childhood, it would’ve been more shocking to everyone if you ever decided to date someone other than each other. He was always a part of your life, always the centre of your world. The busy and hectic schedules of races were as familiar to him as they were to you, even though you had never tried your hand at racing. But you watched him from the beginning, cheering him on as he achieved his dreams and reached for greater highs. Through all the success and failures, you were always there beside him. And it felt right. Yuki couldn’t imagine his life any different.  

Yuki didn’t consider himself a particularly patient man. He was willing to wait when he needed to, but when there was something he wanted right in front of him, he wasn’t going to hold back. So it wasn’t surprising when he leant up to kiss you like he had never known patience in his life, but you melted into him without a second to spare. His lips moving against yours resembled your dance the entire night. It was messy and uncoordinated at times, but it came from undeniable devotion, and that was all you could feel spilling from his plush lips. He loved you with everything he had and there was nothing more earnest than that. 

And when you pulled back from the kiss, giggling as you tried to wipe the smudge of lipstick that had gotten on his lips, Yuki felt like he was on cloud nine. So consumed by his love for you that he was sure he could float up to heaven any second. Or maybe he was already there. Maybe this was what heaven felt like.  

yuki taglist: @lxvemaze

[wethotcrazy]

If you have a taglist (or plan to make one) for sympathy is a knife (and future stories) can I be added to it? You’re writing gives me life

hii!! omg thank you so much for enjoying my writing.

also, yes, i am planning on having a tag list for Sympathy is a Knife and other future stories im working on. im just not quite sure how to make that work yet. there will definitely be a tag list in the future.

if anybody is interested in joining the taglist please let me known <3

(if you like this post you will be added to the taglist)

[cheriladycl01]

Cupid and Me - Yuki Tsunoda x ColombianOlympicArchery! Reader

Plot: Yuki loves watching archery… and of course he supports the Japanese Team, however he can’t help being entranced by the Colombian Lady, and he thinks it’s time to become Cupid himself even though your aim is way better!

Yuki was always into sports, not just karting going into F1 but he loved Golf, Football, Swimming, he loved it all. So when AlphaTauri gave him the chance to go and watch the summer Olympics for a few days in the off season as a means for content he was so excited to be a part of it.

He started off his day watching a Basketball match. He sat watching happily to see who would win between Finland and China.

The atmosphere was always so incredible and the amount of different fans you would that had travelled half way across the world just to see these sports and people compete for their country was incredible.

The next place he was to go to, was Archery. He was extremely excited, knowing the people he’d be rooting for were good at these kinds of sports that required that extra level of intellect and precision.

While he held up his Japanese flag for the woman who currently held the highest score of the match, having a bullseye and a few 8’s and 9’s his gaze wondered over to you, who was just about to start.

You were tall, fierce and your sleek dark hair up in a claw clip keeping it in place out of your face.

Now Yuki didn’t believe in love at first sight but when he saw you pull back the now and line it up close to your nose to get the perfect shot, and he saw you immediately hit a 9 and celebrate in a loud and almost boisterous manner he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter.

It was stupid really, he was there in the stands waving a Japanese flag to support his own country and his people, but you stood there with the Colombian flag on the back of your team gear along with your name and number he couldn’t help it.

As the game went on, he found himself learning more about you, from the way you talked to the other contenders with a bright smile on your face, or nodding your head while your trainer chatted your ear of no doubt about strategy and where you were lacking, not that Yuki thought you were, you were storming your contestants.

“Can I get a picture with the winner, I think it’ll be good for content?” He asked once it was obvious you were going to be the winner.

“Yea, let’s pray the Japanese team pull through so you can hold the flag up together but that Colombian girl, Y/N is the Archer himself!” She exclaims seeing Y/N pull another bullseye.

You ended up winning gold, a Japanese girl called Ai and an American called April.

“Y/N there’s someone who wants to take a picture with you and meet you” you trainer says as you finish your celebrations holding up the other girls flags while they had pictures with their flowers before they held up yours.

“Oh yeah who is it!” You smile, wondering if it was a fan or another celebrity.

“It’s Yuki Tsunoda? He’s a Japanese F1 driver!” She answers and you nod, being sort of familiar with the popular driving sport.

“Sure, where is he! Send him my way!” You grinned excited to meet another athlete.

Yuki came in and you were shocked to see how short he was, around 5’2 whereas you were around 5’7. But he was cutely pocked sized - how on Earth was he an F1 driver.

You were in thought as he shyly came up to you. Be polite, great him in his own language.

“Kon'nichiwa” you test, with a polite bow. You’d learnt greetings in most languages, as an Olympian it was always in your mind that you should hold the upmost respect to your competitors.

“Oh, you speak Japanese?” He asks with an even shyer smile on his face.

“Jakkan” you grin indicating that you only knew a little bit of the language, with a wolffish type of smile that had Yuki’s face bursting with Red as he couldn’t take his gaze from you and how captivating you were.

“Okay, how about that photo?” The Alphatauri manager asks directing you to to stand next to each other.

“Hey, you want to wear my medal?” You’d asked him, another grin on your face as you stated to take it off from around you next.

“No no no. It’s yours!” He cries as if it’s the most outrageous thing ever, but you stop him and place it around his neck! In the photo you have your arm around his shoulder your opposite hand pointing to the medal with your mouth open in an excited way.

Yuki is all smiles and before you know it, the managers have left the pair of you alone and your both talking.

He’s asking you about how you got into archery and your talking about how he got into F1 and how it feels to drive a car as quickly as that, and when you both delve a little deeper you find the feels of releasing the arrow and launching as the lights go out isn’t too dissimilar.

“You want to join me for dinner?” You ask boldly, not that it was a scary situation for you, you were normally quiet upfront when it came to things like this so it didn’t feel too odd.

“Yes, I think I’d really enjoy that!” He smiled.

And that was the start of a beautiful new relationship formed through observation, love at first sight and a little help in hand from Cupid.

y/user

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y/user: Met a guy, became Cupid 💘 made him fall in love with me 😉

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yukitsunoda0511: I tried to be Cupid first - but her aim is too good!

-> y/user: I’m just too appealing! Love you Yuki 🥰

fan1: omggggg the height difference between them is just so cute!

pierregasly: Yuki my friend, you fell hard! But you picked a good one!

alphatauri: New WAG Alert! We love you Y/N!

fan2: oh she’s the one … I know it - that is the look of love!

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[drunkenkissesatdusk]

SOFT. — yt22

pairing . . . yuki tsunoda x reader summary . . . after the particularly disappointing Canada Grand Prix, all Yuki needs to come home to is his partner, cooking for him, as well as fully prepared to be his own personal pillow for the week. warnings . . . nothing really! notes . . . guys I literally love Yuki so much :( also, this is pretty short!!

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━━━━━━━ YUKI WASN'T HAPPY with how the Canadian Grand Prix ended, but at least he was on his way home, which was all that mattered. He knew you would be home when he touched down, and he'd be touching down in the evening.

He would drive himself home, but he knew you'd be waiting for him there, his favorite dish cooked for him and a bath ready to be ran for him. You catered to his every need when he got home, ready to drop any and everything for him.

It's not like you really had much to worry about, you worked from home. That also made traveling with your boyfriend much easier, being able to hold your entire job on one laptop.

Yuki was right, as soon as he pulled the front door open, the smell of his favorite dish wafted through the air. He was home, and he was safe. He left his work behind him, on the front doorstep. He was home, he didn't have a facade to live up to anymore.

You still stood in the kitchen, dishing out two plates of food when he walked into the kitchen. You faced him, smiling before setting everything down and walking over to him. Wrapping your arms around him, and feeling his around you after so long, was the most relieving part.

"Are you hungry, Yuki?" Your voice was soft, nothing more than a careful whisper. He tiredly nodded, sitting down across from you at the dining room table. You smiled as he ate, he always loved this part of your guys' tradition.

"Should I run us a bath today or tomorrow?" Your hand reached his, tucking into it from where you sat. Yuki was finishing up his meal, drinking most of the cup of water you'd set out for him.

"Tomorrow. I showered before getting on the plane, I want to sleep." He complained, rubbing at his drowsy eyes. You smiled, taking care of both of your plates. It was a matter for tomorrow to wash them, so you pulled Yuki into your guys' bedroom.

You'd made the bed earlier, the windows were pulled open, sheer curtains waving in the moonlight breeze. Yuki and you changed into pajamas, joining each other under the blankets. It was warmer beneath them, and it was also warmer in his arms. But tonight was about Yuki. So, you gathered his head into your chest, and pushed your fingers through his hair.

As they moved through his hair, they scratched against his scalp, which effectively put him to sleep.

[tsunodaradio]

(in) love language ⛐ 𝐘𝐓𝟐𝟐

yuki has a soft spot for you. (or: the one where yuki is a pretty scary japanese teacher to everybody else.)

ꔮ starring: yuki tsunoda x reader. ꔮ word count: 0.8k. ꔮ includes: fluff, romance. profanity. isack's pov, japanese/french from google translate. ꔮ commentary box: #coping after aus gp. anywaaay. part of my soft spot mini-series! 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Isack is convinced he’s going to go crazy. 

Somebody on the social media team is out to get him. He’s sure of it. Whoever thought up this challenge ahead of Suzuka— a ‘learn Japanese with Yuki’ segment— had flat-out lied to the rookie. 

It’ll be fun, they said. Yuki will be nice, they said. 

“That’s not how you do that,” Yuki snaps on Isack’s nth attempt to write his name in Katakana. 

“If you have an issue with my name,” Isack grumbles below his breath, his pen pressing a little more firmly into the paper in front of him, “take it up with my mother, yeah?” 

“What did you say?” 

“Nothing, nothing.” 

There’s some snickering from the Racing Bulls staff. Oh, they’re having a field day. Yuki is being his usual fiery self, and Isack is the carnage of the older driver’s rampage. And it’s all on camera. 

Isack is already drafting his resignation letter in his head. It’s certainly a lot easier to write than whatever the hell Yuki is expecting from him. 

“Try ‘Red Bull’,” Yuki says, leaning over Isack’s shoulder. “Like this.” 

The Japanese driver scribbles the words across the paper. レッドブル. “It’s pronounced reddo buru,” he adds. 

“Red burr,” Isack tries, and Yuki makes a face. From that alone, Isack knows it’s going to be a long day of filming.

He at least gets some reprieve when the social media team has to ask around for a powerbank. The rookie breathes out a beleaguered sigh, which Yuki pointedly ignores. 

“Are you always like this?” Isack asks. It’s posed to be a joke, but he’s suffered just enough for it to sound half-serious. 

Yuki answers with a question of his own. “Like what?” 

“Un monstre,” Isack deadpans. 

Yuki, once again, chooses to ignore Isack. The older driver instead focuses on absentmindedly scribbling in Hiragana. 

Isack is about to try and get another jab in when you walk in the room.

The changes in Yuki are subtle. The way he sits up a little straighter, the way his eyes flash with something warm. It’s the first time Isack is seeing it happen— or, rather, noticing it. No one else blinks an eye when you try to hide behind the other staff, even as Yuki tracks your every move. 

When he calls out for you, gone is the sarcastic tone of earlier. It’s as if the mere mention of your name has softened all of Yuki’s sharp edges. You shyly come up to the two drivers; the break in filming, dragging out due to a lack of a proper phone camera.  

“Isack,” you greet, “Yuki.” 

“Bonjour,” Isack chirps. 

“We’re learning Japanese today, Hadjar,” Yuki huffs. “Get with the program.” 

Is there— a hint of jealousy in his tone? Isack thinks he must be imagining it. There’s no reason for Yuki to be jealous of him. 

Unless. 

“Oha-yow,” you amend, the word a bit clumsy on your tongue. 

Isack half-expects Yuki to wince, to start cussing you out for butchering his mother tongue. That’s what the past hour has been like for the rookie, anyway. 

Except he does neither. 

“It’s more like ohayō,” Yuki tells you delicately, his expression disgustingly fond. Like he finds your verbal stumble cute. “You should take out the ‘ow’ sound.” 

Isack can’t believe his fucking eyes. 

Here’s Yuki Tsunoda, suddenly doing a full 180. He gives you none of the sarcastic remarks and vicious side eyes that Isack has been receiving in abundance. Instead, Yuki is all gentle reminders and tender touches as his fingers ghost over your wrist, guiding you in writing your name. 

The rookie is slack-jawed as he watches it all unfold. He glances towards the other people in the room, his face a wordless, incredulous question of Are you guys seeing this shit? 

They all stare back at him sympathetically; this isn’t their first rodeo. Everybody knows that Yuki is criminally down bad for you, and Isack is getting a front row seat to the show. 

You say something that makes Yuki chuckle. He laughs a little too hard, throwing his whole body into it. Isack is willing to bet real money that whatever you whispered isn’t that funny, but that doesn’t matter. The two of you have all but frozen out Isack, and now he’s a third wheel to his own co-driver. 

The social media team finds the camera they need for the shoot to continue. You step back into the fringes, and Yuki’s eyes linger on you for just a beat too long. It amazes Isack, just how oblivious you seem to be. 

Yuki looks at you like you’re a language he wants to learn. 

And— if your hint of a smile is anything to go by— then you’re not so far behind him.

All of Yuki’s affection bleeds out of his body when Isack teases him. “Simp,” Isack breathes through gritted teeth. 

Yuki mumbles something back. Isack’s not sure, but he thinks it might be some profanity in Japanese. 

It doesn’t matter. Not when Isack now has ammunition for days. ⛐

[isacksteban]

Babysitting Duty — Lawhan

@ellearts for you ofc!! love you elle baby

Just like every other normal adult with a job on a Friday morning, Liam is at work, looking through his previous race stats and figuring out what went wrong when suddenly the screen of his phone lights up with a new notification.

lance, 09:38

okay so

just so you know

you’re on babysitting duty today

 

liam, 09:38

Good morning to you too

Also no.

 

lance, 09:38

wtf

you're her favourite uncle

 

liam, 09:39

Jack and I have plans.

 

lance, 09:39

even better!!!

he can help you as well <3

Liam feels his eye twitching.

“I’ll be back in a second.” He tells Yuki, who shrugs beside him and doesn’t even arch an eyebrow when Liam pushes the chair back so forcefully that the metal legs of it almost break, and then marches out of the library like a man on a mission. 

“This is the fourth time this week alone.” Liam hisses the moment his friend answers the phone and barely has time to let a word out. 

“Li, please .”

“Listen, I love Delilah, I really do,” Liam sighs out and leans back against the tree in the park, suppressing the urge to bang his head against it. “but you know that Jack has been drowning in work and we’ve barely had time to spend together off track since August, it’s November now.”

“This is the last time, I swear.” Lance tells him and even through the phone, Liam can hear desperation in his voice. He slightly bangs his head against the wall. “Luca and I have to go to Monaco, we weren’t planning to, but we’re scared those motherfuckers are destroying the house instead of building it and I can not take my 2 years old daughter all the way to fucking Monte Carlo because her uncle is a massive–”

“Lance.” Liam interrupts him before he has time to send himself into a cardiac arrest which is truly the last thing Liam wants or has time for right now. “Fine.” 

“Really?”

“Of course, you asshole, when have I ever told you no?”

“Literally five minutes ago?”

“You know I can very easily change my mind, right?” Although Lance can’t see him, Liam has that smug smirk on his face that always makes his "brother" want to punch him in the face. 

“But you won’t because you love Lilah and you love me and–”

“No, I do not.” Liam cuts him off and he doesn’t even need to specify that he’s talking about Lance — though his bonus brother knows Liam loves him he definitely knows he's not talking about his one and only and favourite neice. Liam would go to hell and back for her. “Now can you please get off my back so I can go and work like every normal adult does on nine in the morning?”

Lance doesn’t miss a beat before chirping, “technically, it’s already ten.”

“I’m hanging up.” 

As always, Liam stays true to his word and hangs up before Lance has time to tell him when he needs to pick Delilah up from the daycare. He doesn’t really need to because Liam has his schedule memorised (considering how many times he had to pick the kid up instead of his idiot brother and brother-in-law since they adopted Delilah) and plus, it’s not even him who’s going to be picking him up.

“Hey, love.” He can hear the smile in Jack’s voice the moment he answers. “Is everything alright?”

“Debatable.” Liam, being the dramatic little shit that he is, whines out and is definitely not offended at the sound of Jack giggling on the other side at his theatrics, thank you very much. “We’re on babysitting duty tonight, again, for the fourth time this week.”

“I did have a feeling that you were going to call me about that.” Jack hums, and even without being able to see him, Liam knows that he’s spinning around in his stupid spinning chair in the Alpine office like a little kid (Liam wants a freaking spinning chair too).

“Which means that you already know you’re going to be the one picking her up from the daycare?” Liam asks with a grin on his face.

“You know it wouldn’t kill you every now and then to walk to her daycare and meet the teachers, right?”

“Oh, sorry, I can’t hear you anymore, the service here is terrible, bye.”

Liam slams his finger against the end call button so firmly that his thumb starts to hurt, but whatever. He is not walking all the way to that daycare after a long day at work; he would rather die, no offense to the Marini-Stroll family.

And, truth be told, Liam finds it very interesting that Jack loves to make fun of him for hating to go to places that are too far from his flat or his work, considering that Jack drives everywhere and yet, he still hasn’t taught Liam anything, no matter how many times Liam begged him to teach him how to drive — it's more different from racing than one would think.

A traitor of a husband, that’s what he is, but Liam still loves him with his entire being.

After letting out a small, quite embarrassing giggle at the dumb meme Jack sent of himself right after he hung up, Liam shoves his phone into his pocket and walks back inside the library, a small huff breaking out of his throat as he throws himself onto that uncomfortable chair.

“We need to get new chairs,” he complains to Yuki, who doesn’t even remove his gaze from his laptop as he hums absent-mindedly. “I’m serious, these are so uncomfortable.”

“Or maybe you're just jealous that your husband has a spinning chair at Alpine's building and you don’t.” The corners of his mouth twitch upwards slightly the moment Liam groans quietly and bangs his head on the top of his desk.

However, his frustration gets thrown out the window the second he reads a newly received email from Christian, saying that he has to cancel tomorrow’s meeting for family emergency reasons. Liam hopes that the man and his family are alright but holy shit, he won’t have to sit there and fight the urge to lose his mind for three hours on Saturday morning and he will be able to spend a morning lazily in bed with his husband — God bless.

Liam sends a quick message to Jack, announcing his once-in-a-lifetime moment to him, receiving dozens of confetti emojis (and an eggplant emoji; Liam hates this man) in return before he returns to the list of those damned books — yes, red bull has assigned him readings to complete before he can drive — with a dumb grin on his face.

Liam slams his laptop shut right at 5:58 pm.

“If I have to go through this list for one more minute, I will freaking lose it,” he hisses to Yuki, who genuinely doesn’t care or finds it absolutely hilarious when Liam is being tormented. And, considering that this time isn’t any different, he giggles and looks at him with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Just go already, then.” He suggests, as if Liam is an idiot for not even thinking about that option — which is rude, because of course he thought about that option, and that is exactly why he's now shoving his laptop and notebook so aggressively into his bag.

“I am going.” He tells him without any heat and pushes the chair back into its place, flashing a small smile at Yuki now that his mind has accepted he’s about to be free from this hell.

Every complaint about his sometimes pain-in-the-ass job disappears from his head the moment he steps outside the library and sees that Jack is already there.

His husband is wearing classic pants and a shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he looks absolutely gorgeous; Liam almost drops to his knees the moment he processes the outfit (again, because he was quite literally there in the morning when Jack was getting ready). But the thing that gets him the most is that Jack has Delilah in his lap, playing with her and grinning triumphantly when she lets out that heartwarming laugh.

Liam has seen Jack with kids, of course he has, but there’s something so different about this. This, as in Jack picking her up from the daycare, driving straight to Liam’s work, and entertaining her while they wait for Liam to be done so they can all go home. There’s something so unbearably domestic about it.

Liam has always known that he and Jack would have kids, but it was mainly him who asked Jack not to rush into things, especially when they’re as serious as adopting and raising a child, and they’ve been married only for a year. But it hits Liam suddenly, totally unexpectedly, that there’s nothing he wants more than to raise children with Jack now, and he can not wait for it to happen.

“Love, is everything alright?” Jack asks with worry in his eyes and slowly gets up from the bench. He puts Delilah on his hip and starts walking toward Liam when he notices that he’s cemented to the spot, staring at them with his mouth agape.

It’s like Liam’s brain is refusing to cooperate and form words, so all he does is give Jack a small nod in return. The second Jack is close enough, Liam grabs him by his tie and pulls him down carefully, a sound escaping Jack’s throat quickly muffled by Liam’s mouth.

“Everything is perfect,” Liam breathes against his lips, hearing Jack let out a small chuckle at his hoarse voice. He would definitely ask what all of that was about if it hadn’t been for Liam turning to Delilah to pinch her cheeks almost painfully until the girl turned to put her face into the space between Jack's neck and shoulder. Liam grins, prideful. “Let’s go home, I’m starving.”

Thankfully, on their way back home, Delilah seems to remember that Liam isn’t an evil uncle who’s going to eat her whole and is, in fact, her favourite uncle. For at least twenty minutes, she chatters about everything and anything, while Jack and Liam nod along, even though they can barely make out half the words she’s saying.

At some point, Jack mutters under his breath that he has two kids in his car, because Liam gets so close to throwing a tantrum in the moving car until Jack finally stops by Dunkin’ to get his husband his daily dose of sickly sweet donuts. Jack doesn’t even bother to hide the fond smile that creeps onto his face when Liam’s eyes light up as soon as Jack hands him the box.

Getting Delilah to wash her hands and change into the extra clothes her dads left around Liam's flat is quite a struggle, to say the least. But with combined powers, they manage to achieve the goal, just like they manage to convince her to eat a proper meal instead of filling up on the donuts Jack brought for Liam.

However, when it comes to finding something to entertain Delilah so she doesn’t notice that her dads aren’t there with her — and to prevent her from tormenting poor Enzo — that’s when all hell breaks loose.

“We’re putting on Cars!” Liam declares, grabbing a DVD from the shelf.

“No, we are putting on Animaniacs for Lilah!” Jack retorts, reaching for another DVD.

“Cars!”

“Animaniacs!” Jack fires back, grinning.

“Animaniacs doesn't teach her anything!” Liam protests.

“You wanna put on a movie about talking vehicles!” Jack counters, folding his arms.

“Jack Doohan, we will put on Animaniacs or you’re staying home next month, and I’m taking Mick with me to Abu Dhabi!” Liam threatens, wagging a finger at him.

In the end, all three of them end up sprawled on the couch, cuddled up and cozy, drifting off to sleep to the sound of cars driving and Mater Mater-ing.

When Liam wakes up with Delilah nestled on his chest and Jack’s arm wrapped protectively around both of them, he can’t help but smile. This might just be his definition of perfect.

 

Liam feels Jack's arms around his naked body and the man's chest against his back before he even fully comes back to consciousness. That doesn’t stop him from letting out a contented hum and snuggling more into his husband’s touch before it suddenly hits him that he has absolutely no clue if he put Delilah to bed properly yesterday or not.

Almost as if Jack heard Liam’s thoughts, he tightens his hold and nuzzles his nose into Liam’s neck, murmuring before Liam has a chance to start panicking, “Lance and Luca picked her up while you were sleeping last night.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Liam grumbles, turning around in Jack’s arms, almost squishing his nose against Jack’s chest in the process.

“Because.” Jack replies simply, and before Liam has time to complain about how that’s not a proper answer, Jack pushes him onto his back and drapes his body over Liam’s, earning a small, winded oof from him.

Liam smiles fondly at Jack curling against him like an actual cat (even though they both agree Jack is a golden retriever while Liam is a cat, never mind Lance calling them both idiots for it). Wasting no time, he wraps his arms around his husband, burying half of his face in Jack’s soft waves.

“I think Delilah had a good time yesterday,” Jack whispers against Liam’s throat, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down Liam’s spine.

“She always has a good time here, torturing our poor puppy and getting you to stuff her face with sweets.” Liam says with a small smile, running his hands up and down Jack’s bare back, scratching here and there for the fun of it.

“There are sacrifices we all have to make to get a kid to like us.” Jack declares, looking up at Liam with that toothy grin, and Liam just has to kiss him for it.

“You’re great with kids,” he tells Jack, watching as his sleepy eyes start sparkling with happiness like a little kid’s. Liam hopes Jack doesn’t notice the way his heartbeat rises at the words he’s planning to say next. “You’ll be an amazing dad.”

“You’ll be an amazing dad too, Li.” Jack says, leaning forward to leave a soft kiss against the corner of Liam’s mouth before his husband tugs at his curls, pulling him into a proper, open-mouthed kiss.

“Jack, I mean that—” Liam tries to continue after breaking the kiss, but he isn’t exactly sure how to say it without freaking him out, because what if Jack isn’t ready or doesn’t want kids, or doesn’t want kids with him, or—

“You’re overthinking again.” Jack’s sweet voice interrupts Liam’s spiraling thoughts just in time, and he can feel the anxiety start to fade as Jack cups his face gently, pressing his forehead against Liam’s and looking into his eyes. “What is it, love?”

“You— you want to have kids with me…right?” Liam asks, wincing internally at how choked the words sound.

“I— Li, sweetie, of course I do!” Jack looks so surprised by the question that for a moment, Liam genuinely worries his eyes might fall out of their sockets. “Did you think I didn’t want to?”

“No, I just…” Liam almost groans, trying to look away but failing due to the way Jack is holding him firmly and staring into his eyes. “I just really want to raise a child with you, and— I needed to make sure you felt the same.”

Jack’s confused expression softens, replaced by a fond look in his brown eyes, and he kisses Liam again, though both struggle with it since Jack can’t stop smiling.

“Li, there’s nothing in this world I want more than having kids with you.” Jack whispers against his lips, his smile growing even wider at the sight of tears gathering in Liam’s eyes. “In fact, we can start working on it right here and now—”

“You’re such an idiot.” Liam laughs, which quickly turns into a quiet whimper as Jack presses himself between Liam’s legs, leaning down to kiss and bite his throat.

“So I’ve been told.” Jack hums. “But you love me for it.”

“I do.” Liam’s hands slide up into Jack’s hair again before he tugs hard enough to make Jack look at him. “I’m choosing the name.”

“Why not me?”

“Because you’ll name him after a MotoGP world champion or a video game!”

“I would not— him?”

Liam isn’t sure why, but he instantly blushes and nods, “I want to have a boy.”

“I’m starting to think you’ve already picked a name.” Jack says, his voice full of adoration as he brushes a strand of hair out of Liam’s face and kisses his forehead, the tip of his nose, and then his lips.

“I have.” Liam admits, feeling the tips of his ears grow hot as he watches Jack’s expression turn awestruck.

“Well, tell me then!”

“Pierce.” Liam whispers, playing with Jack’s curls as Jack looks at him like he’s falling in love all over again. “Pierce Doohan-Lawson— it sounds cute, doesn’t it?”

“It does— Longest name ever, but it really does.” Jack whispers, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he grins wide enough to rival the sun before pulling his husband into another deep kiss.

[agendabymooner]

CHAOS FAMILY! yt22 social media snapshot

summary: a series of instagram stories in which your favourite menace in the team radio is a dad. you can only imagine what’s that like having a chaos for a dad.

content warning: dad!yuki tsunoda, named account user (pia ellis), yuki being a cool dad and a menace, funny banters, wholesome content, chaos

note: stopping myself from writing more smut so here’s a yuki content 😚😚 enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

papayapia’s instagram archive: THE BEBES 💗

the little mini yukis

hana tsunoda

shin tsunoda