#Beautiful Pictures 📷

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Beautiful Pictures @beautifulpic 📷 25350 Lord, empty me of me, so I can be filled with you.💫🙏   https://ift.tt/caEQ2wq

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Beautiful Pictures @beautifulpic 📷 14300   http://www.steveb29.com/2025/07/beautiful-pictures-14300.html

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Last spring🌅

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💚☀️My best friends backyard tree at sunset🌿💛

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[l4ndoflove]

SIREN SOUNDS²

@ lando norris oscar piastri

caption lando crosses the line of your relationship, leaving his teammate a gap he can no longer ignore

fc madisonbeer on instagram

tw cheating (⚠️ disclaimer ⚠️ i am NOT hating on magui by using her and lando's pictures they were just convenient for the smau so don't come at me)

l4ndoflove SHOUT OUT TO MY WIVES @fictionalfanatic123 AND @suliigwp FOR GIVING ME THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE THIS I LOVE YOU

part one

espnf1

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espnf1 Lando Norris and model Margarida Corceiro celebrate his win in Silverstone

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user1 that's... not yn

user2 you don't say

user3 we noticed

user4 wtf

user5 LANDO WHAT IS THIS

user6 men ☕️☕️☕️

user7 and people said yn was the problem

user8 #justiceforyn

user9 still don't like her

user10 true. cheating on a bad person doesn't make her less of a bad person

user11 please tell me you're not serious

user12 to everyone hating on yn ‼️ the VICTIM ‼️ what the hell is wrong with you

user13 she got cheated on by lando before idk why it's such a big deal all of a sudden

user14 it happened on LIVE BROADCAST

user15 he literally humiliated her in front of millions of people that's disgusting

user16 with yn standing next to him 😭😭😭

user17 WHAT

user18 you can see her right behind magui

user19 oh i feel so bad for her

user20 no shame at all

user21 i can't defend lando anymore

user22 omg stop crying

user23 he can be with whoever he wants

user24 you're just jealous like yn

user25 yeah because magui is prettier

user26 🥵🥵🥵 they look so hot together

user27 lando finally upgraded

user28 magui >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> yn

user29 i'm so happy for him 🥳

user30 ding dong the witch is dead

norristrii what are these comments 💀

backgrid_usa

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backgrid_usa Pop sensation #YnYln stormed out of the F1 driver's flat after a reportedly heated argument, then called a taxi and left

📷: @.backgrid_usa

#backgrid

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user31 she looks so done

user32 rightfully i'd say?

user33 her man did kiss another woman two feet away from her w/o hesitation...

user34 i just hope she's done fr this time

user35 bet she isn't

user36 watch her crawl back to lando 😂

user37 give it a week

user38 *a day

user39 LMAOOO real

user40 why in the world would she???

user41 you must be new lol

user42 trust us she absolutely would

user43 stay strong girl 🙏

user44 omg is it actually over!?

user45 FREEDOM AT LAST 🎉🎉🎉

user46 she finally got away 🤧

user47 okay chappell roan

user48 who said they broke up though

user49 if they didn’t i'm ending it all

user50 you’d have to be sick to get back with lando after the shitshow he pulled

user51 yn af: 😷🤒🤕

user52 am i the only one who thinks filming her in this state is incredibly disrespectful?

user53 ikr like she just got dumped

user54 and kicked out

user55 i'm pretty sure SHE dumped him

user56 hopefully

user57 nah she loved him too much

user58 oh please enough of this bullshit

user59 it doesn't look like she's been crying

user60 yelling maybe

mattslovelygf beautiful either way ❤️‍🩹

popbase

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popbase #YnYln performs unreleased song titled 'Better than I was' at Eventim Apollo

#reels #music #popculture #concert

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user61 holy shit look at her eyes

user62 my girl was ANGRY angry

user63 are those tears???

user64 she was seconds away from crying

user65 you could hear the heartbreak in her voice from how much it was shaking

user66 *meanwhile me ugly sobbing*

user67 SAME

user68 no bc WHAT WAS THAT SONG

user69 idk if i hate it or love it

user70 "and then she started singing..."

user71 "cheat and lie, still i'm in the wrong, right?" SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING

user72 do we think she wrote this right after the breakup or it was just another old demo

user73 tbh it could refer to every single breakup her and lando went through.....

user74 and that's a perfect reminder of how healthy their relationship was 🤡🤡🤡

user75 is this her idea of moving on?

user76 it's been one day chill 💀

user77 give her time omg

user78 once a crybaby always a crybaby

user79 what else is she supposed to do???

user80 get a life like lando?

user81 so cheat on your partner and then make them look like the bad guy ✍️ noted

user82 imagine fumbling THE yn yln

user83 his loss

user84 if she was my girlfriend the idea of leaving her wouldn't even cross my mind

user85 big L for lando 🥀

user86 yn deserves so much better

user87 i volunteer 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

user88 don't make it weird now

user89 someone hug her please

user90 🏃‍♀️💨

clovermoters SPRINTING AS WE SPEAK

youruser

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youruser ❤️‍🩹

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bestieuser look at us twinning with our cats

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user91 yn really thought she could post the same pic twice and we wouldn't notice

user92 stop that's so cute 😭😭😭

user93 their friendship >>>

sabrinacarpenter next pottery painting date when?

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user94 MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING

user95 hey queen you dropped this 👑

user96 bring me with you next time 🙏

user97 pottery painting = gossip session

user98 and we all know about whooooo

user99 ew what is lando doing in the likes

user100 STAY AWAY FROM OUR GIRL 🤺

user101 looks like he already misses her...

user102 who is crawling back to who now?

user103 i mean i don't blame him

user104 he shouldn't have messed up then

user105 too late 🤷‍♀️ leave yn alone

viper-0800 @.user99 i'll do you one better: WHAT IS OSCAR JACK PIASTRI DOING IN THE LIKES ENLIGHTEN ME

user106 the fact that he never liked any of her posts when she was still "dating" lando

user107 neither did the other drivers???

user108 but they're not here now are they

user109 oscar i know what you're doing

user110 they're just friends calm tf down

user111 and idk MAYBE he didn't risk it because her boyfriend was crazy jealous!?

lando baby i miss you

user112 speak of the devil

user113 ugh get lost

lando your so pretty

youruser *you're

youruser and stop spamming my comment section or i'll block you

user114 GOAT

user115 queen behavior

user116 so you think lando is pretty 🤭

user117 oh that's not...

user118 ☝️🤓 ackshually

user119 I'M DYING

user120 glad to see she's healing 🤍

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deuxmoi

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deuxmoi DEUXMOI EXCLUSIVE...Yn Yln has breakfast with a mystery man in Belgium 👀

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user121 i have a bad feeling about this

user122 why does he look awfully familiar...

user123 PLEASE tell me that's not lando

user124 oh my god not again

user125 yn girly what are you doing

user126 people who saw it coming ➡️ ♡ 146K

user127 couldn’t even stay apart for a week

user128 🎶 do you get deja vu 🎶

user129 aaaaand we're back to square one

user130 HAVE THEY LEARNED NOTHING

user131 can we all stop stressing

user132 hear me out: what if it's not lando

user133 it probably is though

user134 says who???

user135 no one because IT'S NOT HIM

user136 @.backgrid_usa literally posted pictures of him and magui chilling in ibiza

user137 damn

user138 i've never felt so relieved

user139 life when lando and yn are far away from each other: 🐬🪸☀️🌈🌊✨️

user140 agreed

user141 okay but if she's not with him...

user142 THEN WHO THE HELL IS THAT

user143 idk but look at her smile 🥹

user144 my baby's glowinggg

user145 belgium is treating her so well

user146 they're hanging out exactly where the next grand prix will be held... interesting

user147 which could mean nothing

user148 omg do we think he's a driver???

user149 maybe she'll be a guest there 🤞

user150 hate to break it to you but she has a concert in brussels (to which i'm going!)

haniette aaaaah me too!!! i'm SO EXCITED

ynhq

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ynhq our angel finally got her wings back 🤍

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user151 i'm actually going to cry

user152 MY SHAYLAAAAA 😭💘💝💖💗💓

user153 cutie

user154 i love her so much

user155 we all do 🫶

user156 speak for yourself 🤢

user157 mate if you don't like her just ignore the post and keep scrolling 🙏

user158 it's not like she'll read your comment and cry herself to sleep anyway

user159 look how much happier she is now

user160 no more l*ndo = no more drama

user161 not the censoring 💀

user162 deserved

user163 is she crying about norris again!?

user164 they're happy tears dw

user165 "she moved on!" everyone cheered

user166 the relief on her face ❤️‍🩹

user167 okay but is it just me or did she keep smiling and waving at someone in the crowd

user168 OMG I NOTICED THAT TOO

user169 wait what do you mean ‼️‼️‼️

user170 are you guys serious???

user171 spill the tea please

user172 me and my friends were right in front of the stage and we saw her giggling

user173 peak babygirlism

user174 🎀she's just a girl🎀

user175 @.user167 her best friend maybe?

user176 you didn’t hear this from me but i think yn was interested in a certain pretty (hot) australian driver standing next to me

user177 A CERTAIN WHAT NOW

user178 plot twist of the century

user179 @.oscarpiastri explain yourself

user180 my man shooting his shot

sydwritess AS 👏 HE 👏 SHOULD 👏

f1sutton

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f1sutton Oscar Piastri & Yn Yln arrive into the Hungaroring circuit paddock on Saturday 🏁

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user181 🚨THIS IS NOT A DRILL🚨 i repeat THIS. IS. NOT. A. DRILL. GUYS OHMYGOD

user182 EVERYBODY STAY CALM

user183 LITERALLY HOW

user184 i'll never be normal again

user185 i've never been normal about this

user186 WE MANIFESTED IT

user187 our prayers were answered 🕯🕯🕯

user188 bit excessive don't you think?

user189 not when it comes to them 😌

user190 what are you talking about they weren't even a thing a week ago 🤨🤨🤨

user191 who says they're a thing now lol

user192 exactly thank you

user193 do they know they're together or...

user194 LMAO i don't think so

user195 it's so obvious they are???

user196 oh yeah? and what gave it away?

user197 aren't these photos proof enough

user198 PROOF OF WHAT FFS THAT THEY ARRIVED ON THE SAME PLANE

user199 one day later (right after yn's concert how convenient!) clearly hungover and most importantly together

user200 how are you so sure that they're hungover like did they tell you personally

user201 i mean if you look closely at oscar's face it's pretty noticeable 🤷‍♀️

user202 plus yn's wearing glasses

user203 congrats you've cracked the code

user204 no need to get sassy now 💔

user205 istg let girls dream

user206 IF NOT HER BOYFRIEND THEN WHY SO BOYFRIEND BEHAVED 😫😫😫

user207 him carrying yn's suitcase >>>

user208 + shielding her from the cameras

user209 and the way he looks at her???

user210 husband material honestly

writtenbyeli #NEEDTHAT

oscarpiastri

♫ WizTheMc, bees & honey • Show Me Love

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oscarpiastri A different kind of win today

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user211 SCREAMING

user212 CRYING

user213 THROWING UP (affectionate)

user214 he's so sweet it's disgusting

user215 oh he makes me sick

user216 oscar listen baby you can't just post this AND EXPECT US TO BE OKAY WITH IT

user217 i'll never recover from this

user218 my flabbers have been gasted

user219 top 10 unexpected endings

user220 unexpected??? girl we used to pray for times like this what do you mean

user221 seeing yn with someone else other than lando is so refreshing you have no idea

user222 it kind of looks like he's haunting her and osc in the first picture though 💀

user223 AWOOP JUMPSCARE

user224 mama a cheater behind you

user225 @.user222 no but the fact that oscar willingly decided to put that of all photos is diabolical and i love him for it

user226 most polite "fuck you" in history

user227 norris got the win but he got his girl

user228 btw what is he doing in the likes

user229 pr move

lando congrats mate 😁

user230 well this is awkward

user231 someone's bitter

user232 if he interferes in their relationship i'm throwing hands

user233 istg back off from my parents

user234 THEY'RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR

user235 and i'm in love with both of them

user236 realll do they like need a third or...

user237 i want them to hug me too 🫠🫠🫠

user238 THE DOUBLE POV I'M UNWELL

user239 not oscar's back taking up almost the entire screen 🫦🫦🫦 my boy's biggggg

user240 smiley osc 🥹🤏

papayadays THEY'RE HAPPY LIFE IS GOOD

f1cs 🧡🧡🧡

youruser

♫ Yn Yln • I know love 🅴

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youruser you're so fucked up fallin' for me ❣

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user241 THIS POST IS EVERYTHING

user242 the aesthetic is immaculate

user243 notice the color difference between these photos and the ones she took of lando

user244 they're so soft

user245 warm tones vs. cool tones

user246 flower gifting >>> thigh grabbing

user247 HE SENT HER FIVE BOUQUETS???

user248 with five letters 😭😭😭

user249 front AND back

user250 if he wanted to he would 🗣🗣🗣

user251 in a world of boys he's a gentleman (oscar piastri's version)

user252 mr darcy who?

user253 HE'S SO HUSBAND MATERIAL

user254 lando could never

user255 question: why is he still here 🙏

user256 definitely to get back with yn

user257 ewww no nobody wants him

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user258 THEY DID NOT

user259 messyyyyy

user260 always having their girl’s back

addisonrae cuties

user261 i mean not bad for a pr rebound...

user262 SAME THING I WAS THINKING

user263 their relationship is sooo forced

haileybieber well at least they are in one

user264 MIC DROP

user265 leave some slay for the rest of us

user266 our queen finally found her king 🥺

user267 PARENTS 🙌

user268 quite literally mommy and daddy

user269 if they ever want a dog i can bark

user270 🐕 < 🧎‍♀️ < 🚶‍♀️ < 🏃‍♀️ lol look at that

stilesks I FELL TO MY KNEES 🛐 (3rd slide)

seaberrieracesformula1 when's the wedding?

oscarpiastri one thing at a time

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[hugheshischier4313]

YOU MISS HIM DON'T YOU | Q. HUGHES

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Quinn Hughes x fem!reader 

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | Emotional cheating (not on Quinn),  angst, fluff, oblivious!reader and Quinn, soft!Quinn, neighbors-to-lovers, reader x OC (Andrew, reader's boyfriend), alcohol, flirting. 

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮����𝘆 | Months into your friendship with Quinn the two of you finally admit to what's been there all along. 

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Based on a scene in Season 3 of Desperate Housewives (No spoilers in the writing. Bolded words are quoted from the show): “Don't tell me nothing happened. We’ve been fighting over this all week. You miss him, don't you?”

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𝗔/𝗡 | hi lovelies, thank you for being patient with me for the full fic of this idea. The lines indicate time jumps, they jump back and forth to different scenarios of reader and Quinn through the time they have spent together. I absolutely love these two and this idea and I couldn't find a perfect ending. I rewrote multiple endings and ultimately decided to just make a part two when I finally figure it out. Hope you enjoy, love ya!

It had been a wonderful night, the wine glass in your hand still full, the bottle sitting on the coffee table. The random episode of Bob's Burgers in the background forgotten, adding nothing more than a soft glow to the room. As you sat there listening to Quinn talk about his summer back in Michigan, you found yourself examining him. The way his eyes roam the room as he speaks, the smiles before he lets out a laugh and the way his hands run through his hair occasionally.

"You should have visited, even for just a weekend. You would have thought this was way more entertaining if you were there." Quinn teased as he finished his story. You pushed down the feeling of guilt as you smiled back at him, poking a finger into his shoulder. "I wouldn't have let you live it down if I had been there. So it's probably for the best," You teased back, but the truth was you had wanted to visit Quinn over the off-season, but when the time came, life had another plan.

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"You should come down for the week. The sunrise and sunset alone would make the trip worth it. Imagine spending your week off by the lake, a beautiful sky for you to take pictures of. I can send you a ticket, just say the word." As the smile crept onto your face, so did the slightest tinge of pink. You had been putting away groceries when your AirPods had read the message out loud. Quinn had a habit of making fun of your love for the sky. Always calling you out, shrieking, 'The sky is so pretty' like you had repeatedly done (in a terrible attempt to match your voice). You swear you could hear it through the text despite him being over 2,000 miles apart. 

When Andrew's call came through, you found your phone and typed the text about sending it. "Y/N! I got it, I got the promotion!" His voice came booming out, and the excitement was evident in his voice. "Congratulations, Andrew!" you reciprocated his excitement. "And what better time than before you have a week off. I was thinking of going away for the week, maybe Banff? I'll rent us the cabin we had when we went last time." He kept ranting, too excited to keep anything in, but his voice was drowned out by the thought of Quinn. 

"I have to go, but I'll send you the flight information later tonight. I can't wait to see you." Andrews's voice didn't falter, almost like he was on autopilot, just rambling what he knew to say. They exchanged their quick goodbyes before he hung up. 

As if to taunt you, the next sound into your ear was' NEW MESSAGE FROM QUINN 'Or even just for the weekend if you have other plans for your week off.' As you looked back down at the phone and saw the unset message,  'A whole week of sunset pictures? Count me in Q'; the thought of deleting it weighed heavily on you. 

The truth was you had truly missed Quinn this summer. You had moved to Vancouver for grad school in the fall, and as luck would have it, Quinn lived in the apartment next to you. In the past 10 months, you had known each other; the only time you hadn't seen each other was when he had away games. And even then, when he returned, he made it up to you by devoting time to be with you. He bought you a postcard from all the cities he played in, and you had them displayed on your fridge. He signed all of them after the few glasses of wine you shared after one of his longer roadies.

You had (in your tipsy state) jokingly told him to sign one so you could sell them if he ever decided to be a jerk to you. And as he did, you knew you could never sell them; they meant too much to you. He had made a joke about writing nonsense on them to lower the value if you tried. Over the off-season, you found yourself religiously turning them over to look at his little notes, his penmanship holding inside jokes that you held dear to your heart.

As you stood there staring at the postcards on your fridge, thinking of the brunette, you couldn't help but feel the guilt in your chest. The nagging thought that your friendship with Quinn may not be as platonic as the two of you acted.

Why were you standing there thinking of another man when you were just on the phone with your boyfriend? You hadn't and would never cheat on Andrew, but the world seemed to disappear when you were with Quinn. Time slipped by faster, and you longed to sit on a couch with him again.

And at that moment, it had become apparent that you no longer had a choice; you had to choose between the two men, Andrew or Quinn? But then again, it wasn't really a choice between the men; it was a choice between right and wrong.

'Sorry Quinn, I can't this week. Take lots of pictures for me. Can't wait to see them when you're back.' Send. It was vague, and you knew he could send them to you whenever, but you also knew that, at least for this week, he couldn't be your primary focus. You needed to focus on your partner and his accomplishments.

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As you had sat in a surprisingly unpopulated section of the airport for a Friday night, you haphazardly skipped through Instagram stories until you were faced with Quinn's private story of him on the boat with his friends. You had no reason, or right, to be this upset, but as you looked at the sunset on the picture's horizon, you couldn't stop yourself from hitting the call button. 

The phone barely rang once before you heard his voice, and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Hey, I was j-" His voice was laced with exhaustion as if whatever physical activity he was doing was still fresh. And you found yourself more clam than you had been in days. Oh, how you had missed his voice.

"Are you upset with me?" The words were rushed and tumbled out before you could comprehend the repercussions. You knew that now was not the time to be having this discussion. You were sitting in the corner seats at the airport, waiting for your plane to begin boarding. But it had been two days since that last message you sent, and you had heard nothing from Quinn.

You had been a little hurt when you spent all of Thursday waiting for a response from the brunette. He had never taken more than a few hours to respond to you, which is why you had given him the benefit of the doubt that Wednesday night after you sent the last message. But now that you had spent the entirety of your workday contemplating writing a new message, you were upset, and the Insta story had only added fuel to the fire.  

"No, of course not. Why?" His voice was genuine and calm, a nice contrast to the loud background on both sides of the phone. You figured he was still on the boat with his friends. "Oh, I just figured you were upset since I haven't heard from you." You felt stupid for calling and continuing to talk despite it being obvious he wasn't alone. "But I'll let you go; sorry for calling." you hit the red button before you had time to overthink. Your voice had become weak, and you hated that you were taking time away from him and the time he had to spend with his friends and family.

You had the overwhelming feeling to cry, but you didn't know if it was because of guilt for Andrew or Quinn or because any doubts you had that Quinn was mad at you had disappeared. NEW MESSAGE FROM QUINN: 'Give me 10 minutes, I'll call you back'. The message held an inevitable dominance over it; there was no question that it was a conversation that had to happen, and it had to happen now. 

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Quinn had known about your boyfriend from the very beginning. He had seen you together, bringing boxes to the apartment beside his, and noticed you immediately. He wished he could say it had all been innocent, but the first thing he saw was how your legs looked in the tennis skirt you had been wearing. You bent down to pick up a fallen pillow as he exited his car in the parking garage. His eyes lingered on you, and he forced himself to turn away before you noticed. He swore he would offer to help you before he met eyes with Andrew as he stepped out of the parking garage elevator.

"I didn't mean to; it just happened. You were bent over, in a skirt, right outside my car; it was hard to look away when I didn't expect you to be there." Quinn had a slight pink tone to his features right now, and you were smiling, trying to suppress a laugh. You stood in the kitchen, pouring the margaritas into your cups.

"You mean the skirt I'm wearing right now? Is that why you mentioned it? Quinn, you could have kept that secret forever. I mean, you couldn't waterboard that information out of me." You were always more giggly when drinking, which was contagious to Quinn. "But since you didn't, I'm gonna use this against you for the foreseeable future."  The laugh left you when you got back to Quinn's couch. "I'll try not to make any sudden movements that may catch you off guard," you teased as you stood before him and handed him his drink.

"It's not funny; I've felt bad about this for months." he tried to be serious, but the smile never left his face. As you nodded with a smirk on your lip, you turned from him after he grabbed the glass, "Y/N, I'm serious." He wasn't; he could never stay upset with you, even in a joking manner. 

"I guess I'll just go back to my apartment then; I don't want to bring back any of your past shame." your body once again turned towards him as you leaned down over to hug him, "Bye, Hughes, I'll make sure to only wear this when you're out of town." He let out a sarcastic 'ha.' "You don't have to leave; I can control myself. I promise." he rolled his eyes and slowly got up to stop you.

"I don't know; I think the only logical answer is to wear your Drew sweats." You had pivoted and ran to his room before he could reply. You had bugged him countless times to try them on over the past months; you had just wanted to see if they were worth the hype because the black sweats had been sold out forever (and maybe, subconsciously, because of your past love for Justin Bieber). And every time he said no, you took this as your opportunity to try them and bug him simultaneously.

Being in Quinn's room was familiar to you. You had spent most days at one of the two apartments, and sometimes that meant laying in his bed watching TV after he had just returned from a string of away games or after a challenging game or practice. You had worn his clothes before, too; it was always in a platonic way, the first time you had locked yourself out after being out on a run when it started raining. You lost your key on the run, and the concierge was gone for the night. You had also spent the night; he let you sleep in his bed and took the couch. 

As you ran into the room, you closed the door behind you and walked into the closet, closing that door, too. You had found the sweats and slowly walked out of the closet. There was no sight of Quinn, and the bedroom door was still closed. You walked towards the door, sweats in your hand, as you called out to him, "Q? Are you -" But you were cut off as he tackled you onto the bed next to you.

The two of you lay on the bed laughing before turning to face each other. The laughter died down, and you were smiling and looking at each other. The two of you lay there for a while, not saying anything until you broke the silence, "Your eyes are a different color every time I see you, but today I can see every shade in them." You don't know why you needed to share your observation with him, but it felt right. "You cut your hair." He reached out to tuck a strand behind your ear and play with the end of another. His voice had been so him, soft yet dominant. It was true; you had gotten a slight trim the day before and a few longer layers at the bottom of your hair, a small and simple detail that could have been missed. In fact, he was the only person to notice; none of your classmates or even Andrew, although over Facetime, had noticed. 

The room felt heavy as you looked from his hand in your hair to his eyes again, stopping to look at his lips for a second. And when you reached his gaze, it was unreadable. "I -" A phone began to ring as Quinn was about to speak. You could see a shift in his demeanour as you continued to look at him. He got up to find the cause of the sound. "It's your phone." He walked it over to you before heading out to the living room again. The phone illuminated ANDREW CALLING.

You looked towards the empty doorway as you brought the phone up to your ear. "Hey you," your playful voice sounded forced, and the smile on your lips was even more so. "Hey, I have a surprise for you. The notification said it was in the lobby." This shocked you, not only because it was a surprise but because Andrew was never one for small gestures. It was always something big like him ordering 4 dozen roses to your desk after your fourth date. But he had never just sent you or given you something randomly.

Andrew could be a sweet guy; you worked together before he asked you to have dinner with him. You knew you were moving and had no intention of starting anything serious before moving to Vancouver, but he had been so persistent, and it felt nice to have a distraction with all the craziness of moving. But living in different provinces has brought no comfort to either of you. It felt like pen pals most of the time. You would call him a few times a week and talk for an hour before he had to go. There had been a few times where you could have sworn you heard someone else there, but the times you mentioned it, it felt like the fight had been more trouble than the issue itself.

And maybe subconsciously, you felt like a hypocrite. Your relationship with Quinn was platonic, but the number of times you were confused as a couple in public could be seen another way. In fact, you hated to admit it, but it felt like you communicated more with Quinn when he was away than with your boyfriend. 

"There's something for me in the lobby of my apartment complex? Andrew, what did you do? It's 7pm?" As you started talking, Quinn walked into view, bringing your drinks and extending to you. "It's a surprise; you should go get it now; I'm assuming it's just on the concierge desk based on the picture." You stared up at Quinn as you listened to Andrew, "Okay, I'll be down in a minute, and I'll call you back once I have it." The phone call was quickly over. 

"What did you order?" Quinn asked with a smile, used to all the packages you've received. A few that had been too heavy for you to carry on your own that Quinn had taken himself. Even when they hadn't been too heavy, he would carry them for you if he was there. "I'm not sure, Andrew sent it to me." You could have sworn there was a look on his face that was gone as quickly as it appeared. "You want me to go with you in case you need help?" there was no hesitation in your quick reply of 'yes.'

As the two of you walked down the hall, you were overly aware of the distance between you. It was no different than it had been in the past, but there was a particular charge. The words shared and unshared in the bedroom hung heavy. "So I never got to even put the sweats on," you joked while waiting in front of the elevator. "You can borrow them when we get back up if you want," his answer made your breath hitch. He had never let you try them on, much less borrow them.

He looked at you, letting you walk into the elevator first. The ride down was quick and quiet, but how you looked at each other made everything race faster. Your heartbeat quickened as you saw his slight deviation towards your lips before making their way back up. "Quinn," your voice came out as a low plea; whether it was to continue or to stop was uncertain. He stepped closer to you as the two of you stood in silence for a brief moment before the doors opened. As you stepped out, your heart felt heavy.

As you made your way towards the front desk, you saw the back of a man at the desk, but when you heard the voice,  it made you freeze. Andrew he was in your lobby waiting for you, Quinn failed to notice your pause and ran into you. However, before you could tip forward, Quinn had steadied you with a hand on your arm and waist. Andrew called out when he turned around. 

"Andrew! What are you doing here?" You didn't miss the look he gave the sight of the two of you or how his gaze only lingered on Quinn's hand on your waist as he walked closer. You unhooked yourself from Quinn to hug Andrew. The hug was stiff; he held himself higher, and his head hadn't moved from the position it had been in before. You figured he was still looking at Quinn. 

"I wanted to surprise you; we settled a case earlier than expected, so I took a few days off." You had pulled yourself to his side, a view of both him and Quinn. They kept looking towards each other, completely ignoring you. "Well, Andrew, this is my friend I always tell you about, Quinn. He introduced himself the day I moved in, remember? He lives next door to me." Andrew smiled down at you as you continued. "Quinn, you remember Andrew." Quinn looked from you to Andrew before extending his hand. "Good to see you again, man." Andrew hesitated before shaking his hand. 

There was a quick silence before Quinn grabbed his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen, excusing himself, "I have to make a phone call; I'll see you around," but before he could walk off, you gave him a side hug goodbye. You had done it a thousand times before, and feeling like you couldn't because Andrew was there didn't feel like a good sign, so you did it anyway. "I'll text you," you quietly said as you let go.

The next few days had been uneventful, showing Andrew around Vancouver. The hallway had felt unusually empty each time you passed, hoping to run into Quinn. A string of away games was starting that Monday, and when you came back from dropping off Andrew at the airport on Sunday night, you noticed the bag sitting in front of your apartment door. 

The black sweats were inside with a note, 'I'll pick them up when I'm back. Enjoy :). ~ Q" He never asked for them back

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"Hey," his voice was clear despite the pixilated quality of his Facetime call. He was wearing a white T-shirt, his hair was wet, and he had a look on his face you had never seen. "Hey Q," your pulse felt overwhelming as if anyone who looked at you could see it throbbing against your neck. "Are you having a good time back home?" It was a buffer; you didn't know what Quinn wanted to say, and judging by the look on his face, you weren't sure you wanted to.

"Andrew called me." His voice was blunt, direct to the point, despite the few seconds he stared at you, hesitating to continue. "He asked if I was sleeping with you." His eyes held yours while the rest of his face had no expression. "What?" The nervous laughter that filled the air around you was nothing more than a way to suppress the hurt and anger of this new confession.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Quinn. I don't know why he's been so paranoid lately. It seems like he misinterprets everything I mention to him as something else." For the last two months, you had known that Andrew suspected your friendship with Quinn was something more. He had brought it up the last time he was in Vancouver and again over the phone a few weeks ago (although it had been in retaliation to the question you had asked him about the girl with him in a video his friend had posted on their story). 

"Did he misinterpret it, or did he just see what is obvious that you and I can't admit?" The question was loaded with truths that weren't meant to come out. The look that the two of you shared through the screen had only confirmed it. In a split second, months of ignorance had led to a confession when the two of you were thousands of miles apart.

His breathing was heavy; you could hear it through the phone; he had a look on his face that closely resembled his look when his team lost in the Playoffs. It was the look you saw in the mirror this morning when you had not heard from him. It was the split-second look he had in the lobby the day Andrew surprised you.

Everything playing in your head; all the nights he would knock at your apartment after a game with a box of food, the way you would pack him an 'after-game snack' consisting of oranges, a granola bar and a fruit snack (which he teased you about until you mentioned it was like they did in little leagues), the way your breath hitches every time he gets shoved or falls. 

All the times, the two of you had gone for a drive when life felt too heavy, and you shared secrets you had never told anyone before. The way he took off your makeup when you had gone out one night or how he knows your coffee order for every cafe you go to. Quinn and you had been in the in-between since you first hung out. 

"I mean, how long are we going to pretend like nothing is happening?" His voice was calm and demanding, with a hint of subdued anger or annoyance you hadn't picked up. "Quinn, I -" You were at a loss for words; nothing could genuinely capture how Quinn had made you feel. 

You knew you were safe with Quinn around, not only in a physical sense but emotionally. The way he made you feel heard and seen. The two of you were floating in two separate worlds, but the weight that engulfed you was the same. You understood the complication of pressure and leadership; you understood needing to be the most prominent presence in the room, even if you weren't the loudest. You understood the pressure of wanting, no needing, to be the best for everyone else even if it tore you apart. 

It was all those things and more that drove you together, the ability to soothe the ache the buildup of burden had left sacred on the two of you. When you felt a crushing weight on you, the only thing that could alleviate it was being around the man who had quickly become your best friend. Immediately, he knew whether you needed to just sit and cry while he comforted you or go for a drive so you could yell out lyrics or if you needed him to just talk about mundane things.

And you do the same; you knew by the way he left the ice, by the way, he knocked on the door, by the way, he walked down the hallway toward your apartments. You knew when to go over to him so he could catch the recaps, and you knew when to invite him to yours to force him to ignore the criticism. You knew that even after a winning streak or after a goal, he needed comfort, understanding the overwhelming feeling of the slightest reprieve until the next game.

And the honest truth was that you had pushed back any romantic feelings because you knew without a doubt he was your person. You had never been one for friendship with men, and when your friends asked about what you could have in common with a professional hockey player, you never knew what to tell them. Because from every book, movie, series and scenario you knew, as cliche as it was, the only quote that could describe what the two of you shared was, 'Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.' 

"Y/N, please." His voice was barely above a whisper, a plea to say anything. "It doesn't have to change anything. I just need to know; I didn't mean to hurt you; I tried to give you space. I've tried to respect your relationship." He had been ignoring you to avoid hurting your relationship, and in the process, the two of you were the only ones who were hurt. "Quinn." There was only one way you could describe it: "You consume me." Despite the tears that fell, you stared at him through the phone, wishing he was there with you, wishing your plane was going to Michigan. 

"Now boarding flight-" The announcement couldn't have come at a worse time; there was so much to say, and an airport right before boarding was not ideal. "That's my flight." You wiped your tears as you stared at the man on the screen. "Y/N, I'm sorry for bringing this up now; it's not my best moment." he was trying to cheer you up; he wanted you to know that everything would be okay. "Quinn, I don't know what to do," your voice was a quiet plea to understand what was to come.

"Given everything that was said and that we're in two different countries right now, I think we should take some time to digest. I know you're spending time with him, and I don't want you to feel overwhelmed. I think we should take the next week or two." your heart was breaking, but your mind knew that was the best option. And for the first time since the beginning of the conversation, you thought of Andrew, and the slight tinge of annoyance arose again. 

Quinn must have noticed because he was quick to interject his following comment with the most sincere look, "But before you go, I just need you to know that you consume me too." He had his signature half smile as he continued, "You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. I think about you constantly. I think about you when I look at the sky, when I'm practicing with my brothers, when I go out with friends and when I lie in bed. I watch for you in the crowd during warm-ups. You've become one of my favourite people so quickly, and I'm so glad of all the apartments in the city, or even just in the building; you moved into the one next to mine." 

You smiled as the tears fell; if there had ever been any doubt, you now knew for sure that Quinn was your person. "I'll be forever grateful that the universe brought me to you too." And with a quick goodbye and promise to reach out in two weeks, you were in your seat on the plane. 

Your mind racing with thoughts of Quinn and the revelations that had come to light and then again to Andrew. You didn't know why, but your annoyance was morphing into slight anger, the idea that he had called Quinn and accused him of sleeping with you. What annoyed you more was that he had done that and hadn't mentioned it to you. He hadn't mentioned the idea of your friendship with Quinn being something more since that one phone call a little over a month ago. 

You sat with that feeling for the rest of the flight. 

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"Okay, fine, you are mad at me! But name one thing that I have done to deserve it!" Andrew was standing on the opposite side of the room. His breathing was heavy as he ran a hand through his hair. "You called Quinn." your voice was laced with a hint of sadness and betrayal. The statement was simple and direct but held a meaning that both of you knew would change everything. 

The argument had started with something so small: the two of you walking on eggshells the past few days and your passive-aggressive comments when he mentioned anything related to Vancouver. Over the past few days, you had tried to get Andrew to admit to calling Quinn; he wasn't stupid; he had connected the dots and was simply choosing to ignore it (which infuriated you even more). The days dragged on; waking up and getting ready in silence, spending the day exploring, trying to avoid long conversations at all costs, getting ready for bed with few words and getting into bed facing away from each other. 

Andrew's response had taken a second longer than it should have. His hesitation made it clear that he was surprised by the direct approach, almost as if he hadn't thought you would say anything.  "You're damn right I did, I've seen the messages, the glances, the pictures. What was I supposed to do? Pretend that nothing was going on?" His voice was slightly louder as his eyes narrowed on you. 

"Nothing was going on. He never touched me." you raised your voice, but the words weakened. Your hands were flailing around, trying to emphasize your point.  The tears behind your eyes aching to be let free. It was too much, and you knew the implications of your words. This time, however, Andrew didn't hesitate to answer; his reply, even louder than before, came out the second you were done talking. "And I wasn't gonna sit around and wait until he did."  

The two of you stood there staring at each other, chests heaving, eyes full of emotion. You sat on the counter stool beside you before looking away from Andrew and placing your head in your hands, elbows propped on the counter. You heard his footsteps getting closer, and soon, Andrew was pulling out the stool next to you. 

You glanced at him from your peripheral view; he was staring at the kitchen in front of him, a look of contemplation on his face. "Do you have feelings for him, Y/N?" you diverted your eyes back to the counter. The question caught you off guard, "Hmm?" you could feel his eyes on you again, but you couldn't gain the strength to look up. "Do you have feelings for Quinn?" Each word was emphasized by the slight pause he took between them. 

Although you couldn't meet his eyes, you mustered enough courage to look up from your hands towards the kitchen. "I would never cheat on you, you know that." you shook your head as you said it, knowing it wasn't the answer he sought. "That's not what I asked." you wanted to look at him, to tell him he was all you wanted, that there was nothing between you and Quinn, but that wasn't the truth, and all you could do was continue the slight head shake you had started. 

Andrew didn't say anything for a bit, but you could hear the sound of his movement as he repositioned himself on the stool and leaned closer to you. "Did you fall for him?" His voice was softer and more quiet, slightly above a whisper. You tried to speak, but the tears beat you. As the tears left your eyes, you looked towards Andrew. His eyes were glued on the fridge, his expression hurt, and his eyes held a slight gloss. "Oh god," he was avoiding eye contact with you now. 

You stared at him a moment longer, trying to calm down, "Nothing happened." your voice was shakier than it had been all night, and the tone held no conviction. He turned his head slightly, the two of you locking eyes. "Don't tell me nothing happened. We've been fighting over this all week." He turned away before he even finished his sentence. Your tears continued, "You miss him, don't you?" The look on his face had hardened, but his voice remained the same. He knew the answer; it had been evident every time he called you, and you were alone or when he would try to call, only to be met with a text saying you were on the phone but would call him back. 

You kept your eyes on him; the guilt weighed heavy on you. The implication of every choice you had made since the first interaction with Quinn ran through your mind. You couldn't put your thoughts into words or rationalize your feelings. "I'm sorry." It wasn't even a valid answer, but it was all you could think of. Your emotions were running too high, and you needed a breather. He leaned back on the stool and let out a breath, but a few tears trickled down as he did. "Damn" His voice was barely audible; if you hadn't been looking at him or if the room hadn't been so quiet, you would have missed it. 

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It hadn't been your intention to end things with Andrew that way. Despite all the issues the two of you shared, you didn't want to hurt him. When you talked everything through the following morning you both knew the relationship had been over longer than either of you cared to admit.  It had been as civil as a breakup could be, and the guilt that had once overwhelmed you started to blur.

As you looked out the plane window and saw Vancouver, you felt the missing pieces of you start to come together. It was strange how life finds a way to bring you exactly where you need to be. Accepting your graduate program at The University of British Columbia led you to a weekend of exploring and apartment hunting in Vancouver. You had found your apartment complex by accident; you had been lost looking for another building when your eyes landed on it. The large winders on every floor practically shoved you into the lobby, and when you applied, only one unit was available for your expected move-in date. It had been a long shot, and somehow you ended up winning. 

You could recall the sound of a car pulling into the attached parking garage as you pulled a box out of your trunk, unintentionally knocking down a pillow in all the commotion. As you bent down to pick it up, you could hear the car door open and close before hearing a few footsteps. They stopped as you located your missing pillow; as you stood back up, you turned to find the stranger but found yourself searching for Andrew after hearing his voice. As you stood there waiting for him to grab another box, you looked towards the elevator and saw the stranger standing there. You couldn't see his face; he was just a blur of brunette hair and a gray outfit as the doors closed, and although you couldn't make out all his facial features, you could have sworn you saw him give you a smile before the doors closed completely. And before you even had a chance, Quinn captured your attention. And unbeknownst to you then, you had made a lasting impression on him, too. 

As you stared at the city, music in your ears, in the back of the Uber home, you could see every moment you and Quin shared. Every mundane moment, from knocking on his door in the morning with breakfast bagels and coffee to drunk conversations in the back of a car after a night out celebrating to sitting in either of your living rooms watching a movie with your commentary. It was like watching a montage scene, and it felt freeing because, for the first time, there was the possibility for something more. The feeling of longing had been hidden underneath your guilt, coming hand in hand, and now both were gone, instead replaced with something positive. 

"Miss, you have a package." The voice of your building's concierge brings you back to reality. It was a relatively wide rectangular box; you hadn't ordered anything that would come in a box of that size, which fueled your curiosity even more. "Thank you." You smiled and offered a kind goodbye before walking to the elevator. 

Without hesitation, another image of Quinn flew into your mind as the elevator doors closed. The first time you spoke was in the elevator up to your floor. He smiled, encouraged you to enter the elevator first, and asked if you needed help with your box despite carrying his bag. However,  after declining his offer, he made no other effort to continue the conversation. The two of you casually glanced at each other as the doors closed, waiting for the movement to begin, but when it didn't, you looked over to the right side of the door and laughed slightly. "What floor do you need?" he asked with a slight chuckle. "Sixteenth, please." You returned his chuckle and smiled. You watched as he clicked the sixteenth button but no other. "Are you on the same floor?" You could hear excitement in your voice, but you pushed it down. "Yeah, guess that means we're neighbour neighbours" Once again, that damn smile felt contagious; he felt contagious. 

When you reached your floor, you found yourself walking faster than usual to reach your door. It had only been a week; somehow, everything was completely different yet utterly the same. You walked into the apartment and set the package down on the counter, needing to know what was inside. Opening the lid, you are met with the most beautiful arrangement of your favourite flowers. There were different shades of your favourite colour, layering beautifully on each other, but what caught your eyes was the distinct blue rose in the middle, an envelope sitting directly on top. 

The envelope had your name written on it with the handwriting you had come to memorize. Inside was a postcard from Michigan, "Y/N, I can't get you out of my head. Only two more weeks left before I'm back in Van, and I can't wait to see you again. I found this while I was out, and it reminded me of you.   -Q" You held the card close to you for a second; it had the faintest mix of florals and Quinn's cologne. You looked at the fridge before deciding to keep the note in your room. It felt intimate, something you wanted to keep between you. Something caught your eye when you took the flowers out of the box and into a vase. Inside the envelope was a small plastic bag; you reached for it and found a necklace. 

A delicate chain with a small pendant with a sun and a moon, and when you turned it over, your breathing hitched; there was a small 43 engraved. When you read the note, you assumed the postcard was what he had seen, but it was the necklace. He had seen a necklace encompassing the sun and moon, something you were passionate about, and he had added something personal. The engraving must have been something he did; the probability that it had been done in manufacturing was slim to none, making it all the more special. You put it on and never wanted to take it off. 

You grabbed the postcard off the counter and lifted it closer to your chest before taking a close-up picture from your lips to showcase the necklace and postcard, "I'm thinking about you too. To the longest two weeks that will ever exist. To the sun and the moon and back." And as you hit the send button, you couldn't help but think about what was yet to come.  

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[kuronarnze]

hello my queen, bllk boys with an academic god who also likes photography and does photojournalism as a school extracurricular?

a/n: tysm for requesting and so so sorry for the late response 💔 please enjoy reading 🫶

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BLLK boys with an overachiever

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Isagi Yoichi

- Isagi is so fascinated by how your brain works.

- You’re always reading something with complex annotations in the margins, and he stares at your notes like they’re sacred texts.

- He also loves your photography — especially how you capture tiny moments no one else notices.

- “You make even my sprout (his ahoge HAHAH) look artistic,” he’d joke while scrolling through your photos of him on the field.

- He asks you to help him study for interviews or media questions and gets flustered when you casually use big words.

- Jealous when your photo club gets too much of your time, but he’ll never admit it.

- “Can I be your model again? Just you and me this time.”

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Itoshi Sae

- Internally: OH HES OBSESSED WITH YOU. Externally: he tries to be nonchalant and all 💔

- He totally brags about you to people though. “Yeah, my partner’s basically a genius. And their photos get published. No big deal.”

- He doesn’t say much during your photojournalism rants, but he listens so carefully, eyes soft while you’re passionate about your art.

- Catches you taking candid shots of him and pretends to be nonchalant about it, but secretly saves them all.

- One time, you skipped sleep to edit a series for a contest. He dragged you to bed, tucked you in, and finished your photo captions for you. (You two do this to each other hehe, sae is also overworked)

- “You’re not a machine. Even prodigies need sleep.”

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Itoshi Rin

- You intimidated him at first. Smart, composed, mysterious behind a camera lens? Yeah, he was a little obsessed.

- He hates being in photos, but for you? You’re the only one he allows to take his picture. And your shots of him… they make him see himself in a new light.

- Studies next to you in silence. He actually has low grades (except for English and PE) so he would usually get tutored by you.

- Gets flustered when he catches you sketching him or reviewing photos with hearts around his name in your planner.

- Loves seeing you in your zone — editing, lining up the perfect shot, writing a photo essay with laser focus.

- “I’m not used to being seen the way you see me.”

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Shidou Ryusei

- “My nerd. My hot nerd.” — literally introduces you like that.

- He pretends not to care about academics but begs you to tutor him, just to spend time with you.

- Constantly photobombs your shots, even when you’re trying to get artistic landscape shots for the school paper.

- BUT he gets protective when other people admire your photography too much.

- You once got an award for your documentary photos, and he yelled about it louder than your advisor.

- “A genius with a camera and a face like that? Nah, you’re cheating at life.”

- Secretly keeps a selfie of the two of you in his locker (with your camera strap around your neck lmao).

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Michael Kaiser

- Immediately falls for the aesthetic combo of brains + art.

- Calls you his “little prodigy” or “my genius” all the time, unironically.

- Hogs your camera roll on purpose. “You should be taking photos of me anyway.”

- actually helps you with photo concepts sometimes. Surprisingly artistic eye. Suggests themes for your photojournalism spreads.

- Shows off your awards and exhibition features on his instagram stories with the caption: "Guess who they’re dating."

- Teases you during study sessions but is lowkey trying to understand what makes you tick.

- “Brains, beauty, and talent? No wonder I’m obsessed.” (ey I mean afterall based on the egoist bible his type is someone who's beautiful, smart, and full of love)

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TYSM for reading 🫶💗 have a nice day !!

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🐞Pile 1: The Hermit, 2 of Pentacles, Knight of Wands.

Hi pile 1! This person will probably be someone you will share your environment with, this could be through work or studies etc. There will be some trust between you, you will have a friendship before you start dating and I feel like you will have known each other for a while.

I feel like you both might be a little shy, for this reason it might take a while for this person to ask you out as they might be thinking about the possible consequences of ruining the friendship you already have. But they will eventually do it, and it will be a lot of fun.

The date itself will be quite relaxed and enjoyable. You will probably decide to go for a walk, maybe visit a cafe and then continue walking while chatting. The atmosphere will be comfortable and calm, allowing you to open up to each other without pressure. At the end of the day, you will both feel satisfied and confident in the connection you have established, leaving behind any doubts you might have had before going out together. Truly beautiful and fun energy! 🐞

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🌸Pile 2: 5 of Wands, The Sun, 10 of Cups.

Hi pile 2! This person is someone new in your life. Someone who will catch your eye as soon as you see them; I feel that both of you will feel very attracted to each other. Maybe you will meet them through someone in common, at some kind of event where there will be several people, like a party or gathering.

I feel that this date will be a lot of fun, both of you seem to have a very charismatic and cool energy, I feel that there is a fire energy going on, so this could be significant. You will probably choose a place where you can enjoy and have fun, like an amusement park, a fair or even a place to dance, etc.; but certainly something in which you will have a lot of fun, there will also be a lot of people. I see you shining through this persons eyes pile 2, so pretty🥹

I am convinced that you will love this new person, and you will realize how fun and cool they are. I believe they will also be impressed by you, which will open the door to a second date. The night could culminate with a kiss or a special moment that will really special for both of you. Without a doubt, this will be the start of something exciting and full of possibilities! 🌸

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🪻Pile 3: 2 of Cups, King of Cups, Ace of Wands.

Hi pile 3! This person is really lovely, pile 3. I feel like they are going to go out of their way to make sure you enjoy every moment together. You person probably feels head over heels for, so they want to make the best date possible. At the end of the day, they already feel blessed to have a date with you, honestly so sweet :").

This person will probably take you out to dinner somewhere romantic, special and intimate, I see them sharing deep conversations and having a great time. I feel like at some point during the date they will surprise you with a special detail, like some flowers or a piece of jewelry, because they are a very attentive and dedicated person.

In their eyes, you are someone truly special, and I am convinced that their efforts to make you feel good will pay off. The date will surely end with both of you wanting to get to know each other even more, creating a connection that could be very meaningful. There is a very positive energy, pile 3, and it is really sweet to see how they care about you 🪻🩷

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🖤📷Thanks for reading and tell me if it resonated📷🖤

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💙🩵🩷Each sunset is so beautiful ❤️🧡💛

[mifan-project]

[thissying]

📷 frits van eldik, formule1 magazine, no. 3 2025

Van Eldik: "For me this is a typical Max-picture. This photograph was taken at the posing for the traditional team photo on the night before the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix of 2021, when he became world champion for the first time. It was the last time he wore the number 33. Since his world title he drives with number 1 after all. You never sell those team photos, there's no money in it, so there was no point in taking it. I had put my camera on the ground and called out to Max: "Look at that camera for a second," pointing at the ground. And he did. You see a relaxed Max in the picture and the image is so detailed you can see every little hair on his face. That's what makes it beautiful."

Frits van Eldik's 'Racing Imagination' exposition can be visited until 21 April at Museum Ton Scholten in Ootmarsum.

[bth3cowboi]

teenage dirtbag, sv5xreader

masterlist

pairing: sebastian vettel x skater!reader

summary: A teen romance and marriage as seen through Instagram posts and captions.

format: social media au

a/n: shoutout to seb’s actual romantic captions on ig, who else is doing it like him🙏

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sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel I was never the best at capturing all your tricks, I got too distracted by your beauty and talent. And yet you always trusted me with your camera. At least some of our action was pictured. I love you.

. . #sebastianvettel #thereisstillaracetowin

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sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel Our first ski trip. The Austrian Alps were cold but you always manage to warm every place with your presence.

. . #sebastianvettel #thereisstillaracetowin

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sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel "My wife is my biggest supporter and I am hers, of course. She's more than excited to be here and watch our cars race, she shows it in her funny ways. Now that we're both retired we find happiness in our companionship and hobbies, nothing beats seeing her smile every day. That is everything I seek, I just want to be with her."

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📷 © orel_communication . . #fos #sebastianvettel #thereisstillaracetowin #racewithouttrace

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sebastianvettel Not only Giulia can win races...

There was a summer when we both exchanged four wheels for two, sharing anything with you is a win by itself.

. . #sebastianvettel #thereisstillaracetowin

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sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel "Now I can finally say I am a Champion like my wife."

The 2010 season was great for both of us, but we still were a little awkward holding the big trophies. Luckily the X Games give you gold medals.

. . #sebastianvettel #thereisstillaracetowin

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sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel The 1st of January I asked you to marry me, and on April 23 of 2010, we decided to secretly do it in a Spanish court. It wasn't until winter that we broke the news at our "engagement" party. Let's just say our families didn't find it as funny as we did, but the celebration was as good as expected.

My biggest accomplishment will always be having you as my best friend and partner. I can't believe I found my soulmate and I get to wake up next to her every day. I would live a billion different lives if I knew I could catch a small glimpse of you in at least one of them. The love I have for you is unmeasurable, thank you for everything.

. . #sebastianvettel #thereisstillaracetowin

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a/n: this is short but I couldn't get the idea out of my mind, I might as well just make another (maybe reader's pov) so lemme know if you liked it<3

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🌿✨ MIDSOMMAR – A Swedish Summer Tale ✨🌿

"A gentle breeze, flower crowns, and sun that barely sets…”

I'm beyond happy to finally share this very special project with you – a deeply heartfelt collaboration between me and the incredibly talented @simsshira that brings the warmth, light, and nostalgia of a Swedish summer to your Sims worlds.

Together, we’ve created a little seasonal escape that celebrates the essence of Midsommar – one of the most beloved traditions in Sweden, filled with nature, family, joy, and the quiet magic of light that lingers into the night.

🌸 What is Midsommar? Midsommar is more than just a holiday – it’s a feeling. A celebration of the summer solstice, deeply rooted in Scandinavian culture. Families and friends gather in the countryside, flower crowns are woven, food is shared on long wooden tables, and people dance around the maypole to honor nature, love, and the longest day of the year. It’s a time of play, poetry, lightness – and deep connection.

This collab is our small tribute to that gentle beauty. 🌞

🏡 Mysig Stuga – Red Summer Cottage in the Swedish Countryside

Nestled between blooming meadows and birch trees, Mysig Stuga is a cozy red cottage filled with warmth and character – a slow living family home designed to feel lived-in and loved.

Outside, linen sways gently on the clothesline, geese wander curiously past the rustic bathtub-turned-splash-pool, and a small wooden shed offers space for gardening or quiet crafting. Inside, your Sims will find a wood-fired stove in the kitchen, an old-fashioned laundry room, two lovingly decorated kids’ rooms (including a dreamy nursery), two bathrooms, a sunny handcraft room, and even a small art studio. Balconies and terraces invite the outside in, making this a perfect retreat for a quiet summer life.

🧺 Explore Mysig Stuga

🌿 Midsommar – Traditional Swedish Celebration Lot | 30x30 Forest Glade This forest glade is designed for joy. At the heart stands a traditional majstång (maypole), surrounded by flowers, candles, and summer magic. There’s a festive table full of cakes, strawberries, and refreshing drinks. A cozy outdoor cinema waits for twilight, while children play in the treehouse or swing beneath fairy lights.

Tents and a vintage campervan turn this lot into a midsummer campsite. Picnic blankets, a crackling fire, and soft music create the perfect backdrop for storytelling, dancing, or just watching the stars.

It’s the ultimate place for your Sims to gather, celebrate, and make memories.

🌸Explore Midsommar

📷 And Then Came Simsshira… What would a world be without its soul? That’s where @simsshira comes in.

Her Sims, her lighting, her love for atmosphere – they brought life into this entire collab. Through her dreamy, emotional storytelling and photography, she transformed the builds into something far more meaningful. Her eye for detail, softness and natural beauty adds heart to every corner.

Thanks to her incredible talent, these places feel real. Her photos are filled with light, feeling, and a quiet poetry – like a memory of a summer that never truly ended.

Check out her take on this world on Patreon, Instagram, TikTok, YouTube – you won’t want to miss the magic she’s created! 💛🌸

She will be posting her part of the collab — and it is stunning.

Experience Midsommar with us ✨ Add both lots to your summer save file and do some wonderful screens! Add your Sims, light the lanterns, play guitar under the stars, or bake cinnamon buns on rainy mornings. This collab is meant to be lived and loved in small, quiet ways.

I’ll be sharing previews and pictures here — and many of the screenshots featured in this post are taken by simsshira, and used with her kind permission. 💛

🌾 Thank you for being here - and let us know if you've been inspired by this little Swedish summer world. It would mean so much to us.

Happy Midsommar, wherever you are. 🌸

Kateyln