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The exact shot that's being referenced in this piece, for comparison. From the season 1 opening of Lupin the Third, first released 1971.

Halloween artwork of Waluigi, posted by Fumihide Aoki, the original creator of Waluigi, on his Instagram account. The artwork references the popular Japanese Lupin the Third franchise.

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Hiii Idk if you write for kimi or write smau but I was wondering if you could do a poly fic with Kimi and Eli? Basically were reader is a singer and kimi falls in love with her and tells eli but eli tells him that he also likes her and idk you can come up with the rest

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pairing: poly!kimi antonelli x reader x eli babickova

summary: in which kimi and eli fall for a singer

warnings: swearing, use of y/n

a/n: i was going to make this longer but i couldn't add any more photos 😭

fc: gracie abrams + lucia ferrato + other girlies on pinterest!

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yourusername au revoir paris! you were magical 🪩🥂✨

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user1 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user2 BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFEEEE

sabrinacarpenter luv you 💋

yourusername MWAHHH 💋💋 user3 best duo ever

user4 IM STILL SOBBING

user5 I LOVE YOU Y/NNNN

user6 the way she teared up when we started to cheer her name as she was leaving

user7 she's such a sweetheart

user8 goddess 🤩

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f1wags singer, y/n l/n spotted in the paddock today during the monaco gp!

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user1 omg ahh she likes f1 too??

user2 bfr shes probably one of those celebs that pretends to know about f1 when in reality they don't even know what a throttle is 😂😂 user3 thats not true! she's been watching f1 since she was little user4 plus she has a song in the new f1 movie

user5 she looks stunning

user6 did y'all see that she was hanging out with eli??

user7 yesss!!! they looked like they were having sm fun

user8 QUEEEEN

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yourusername met the prettiest girl today! babickovaeli

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babickovaeli i still can't get over the fact that the y/n l/n talked to me!

yourusername omg you're going to make me blush 🤭 we should meet up again soon :) babickovaeli definitely!! user1 haha eli is so real for that

user2 ahhh they're both so pretttyyyy

user3 omg eli i love your dress!!

kimi.antonelli 💕

user4 where is your hoodie from??

yourusername it's from brandname!!

carmenmundt gorgeous girls <33

yourusername ily carmen <33

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kimi.antonelli what a night! yourusername, babickovaeli

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yourusername it was so fun meeting you kimi!!

kimi.antonelli you too!!

olliebearman mate you're so lucky

kimi.antonelli i knowww i think me and eli almost passed out when she came on user1 😭😭

babickaovaeli she has the voice of an angel 🥹

yourusername aww ty eli <33

user2 HOW WAS IT KIMI? IM DYING TO GO

kimi.antonelli best night of my life. 10/10. would highly recommend.

user3 awww they're so cuteee

user4 y/n looks so happy!!

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yourusername lunch 🍓🍰🤍 kimi.antonelli, babickovaeli

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user1 is she like crashing their date?? 😭😭

user2 that's so weird

alexandrasaintmleux pretty ❤️

yourusername all youuu 🤭 🤭

kimi.antonelli had loads of fun 😘

user3 dafuq...

babickovaeli love you sm pretty <333

yourusername love you moreee bbyyy <333

user4 so prettyyy

user5 love you y/nnn

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caption look who it is yourusername

third person

y/n had fallen asleep halfway through the movie, curled up on the couch like she always did — blanket halfway on, hair in a loose mess, hand reaching out towards them even in her sleep. kimi had been the first to notice she was out cold. he nudged eli gently, then pointed.

“again,” he whispered, smiling a little.

eli looked over from where she was washing up mugs in the kitchen. “she looks so peaceful,” she whispered back.

kimi wandered over and pulled the blanket up over y/n’s legs, careful not to wake her. he stood there for a second too long, just looking.

eli noticed. she dried her hands slowly, her eyes soft.

“you’re so obvious,” she said gently, teasing without any bite.

kimi’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t deny it. he just sat down at the kitchen table and said, “you like her too.”

eli blinked, then walked over and sat beside him. her smile tugged a little crooked. “that obvious, huh?”

kimi didn’t look at her — he was still watching y/n, like something about her sleeping face was keeping him grounded.

“i keep trying not to,” he said. “not because i don’t want to. i do. it’s just… i love you. and this thing with us — it’s real. i didn’t want to mess it up.”

eli was quiet for a moment. then she reached across the table, took his hand.

“kimi,” she said. “i love you too. so much. and i love her.” she laughed a little under her breath. “i think i’ve been in love with her longer than i realized.”

kimi’s eyes flicked over to hers, wide and a little hopeful.

“really?”

she nodded. “yeah. she makes me feel like… like the best version of myself. i didn’t know love could feel that easy.”

kimi’s voice softened. “me too. she just… gets us. both of us.”

they sat there for a few moments, holding hands, hearts too full to speak.

“i think she already knows,” eli said eventually, glancing over at y/n again. “we’re not that subtle.”

kimi smiled, eyes still on y/n. “the way i look at her?”

“the way we look at her,” eli corrected, grinning.

then she stood and tiptoed over, kneeling next to the couch. gently, she brushed y/n’s hair back from her face. kimi came over and crouched beside her, the two of them looking at her like she was the softest thing in the whole world.

eli whispered, “we should probably wait until she’s awake to tell her.”

kimi chuckled quietly. “yeah. i want her to actually hear it when i say i’m in love with her.”

“me too.”

they stayed there, side by side, quietly holding onto each other — and holding space for the girl they both loved. not in halves. not in competition. just more.

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kimi <3

y/n will you please please come to canada?

eli 💕

pleaseee y/n

you

okay! i have a little break in between my next concert anyway

kimi

GRAZIEEE BELLAA

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georgerusell63 LET'S GO BABYYY

user1 yesss!! kimi!!

yourusername proud of you kimi ❤️

kimi.antonelli grazie principessa user2 erm okay.... user3 wtf kimi you have a gf user4 i mean can you blame him? it's y/n

user5 insane race!!

user6 yess the lando and oscar thing?? user7 my landoscar heart 💔

olliebearman ❤️

user8 BEARNELLI!!!

second person

the rain was steady outside, tapping quietly on the windows like a soft soundtrack just for you. inside, everything felt warm and slow — the candle flickering on the table, the smell of vanilla hanging in the air, and you curled up on the couch with eli’s hoodie slipping off one shoulder.

eli was leaning against you, her fingers playing with the edge of your blanket, and kimi was sitting on the floor nearby, watching the rain but sneaking glances at you both.

there was something in the way they looked at you — softer than usual, like they were holding something back.

eli finally shifted so she could meet your eyes, voice low and a little shy. “hey, y/n?”

you blinked awake and gave a small smile. “yeah?”

kimi scooted closer to the couch, his hand brushing against yours like he was checking if it was okay to hold on. you didn’t move away.

“we’ve been talking,” kimi said, sounding nervous but steady, “about how we feel. about you.”

eli nodded, biting her lip like she was trying not to grin too much. “it’s kind of scary to say, but we both love you.”

your heart did a weird little flip. you weren’t sure if you were more nervous or happy — maybe both.

kimi reached up and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “i love you, y/n. it’s been this way for a while now.”

eli squeezed your hand, her eyes bright. “me too. i love you so much.”

warmth spread through you, a quiet kind of happiness that made everything feel easier, lighter.

“you don’t have to say anything right now,” eli said softly, leaning in to kiss your temple, “we just wanted you to know.”

kimi kissed your forehead, slow and sure, like he was promising you something that didn’t need words.

your hands moved on their own, tracing their faces — one on kimi’s cheek, the other on eli’s jaw.

“i love you both,” you said, voice barely above a whisper but steady. “more than i ever thought i could.”

eli smiled, that kind of smile that makes you want to laugh and cry all at once, and kissed your cheek softly.

kimi chuckled, leaning in to press a warm kiss just under your jaw.

you melted into them, your fingers weaving through their hair, your heart so full it felt like it might burst.

they wrapped you up in their arms — a messy, perfect hug — and you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

outside, the rain kept falling, soft and steady, like the world was quiet and waiting with you.

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sabrinacarpenter so happy for you 🫶

yourusername tysm gorgeous ily <33

babickovaeli ❤️❤️

yourusername 🤭🤭

user1 OMG THATS SO KIMI

user2 AND THAT HAS TO BE ELI TOO

user3 AHHH THROUPLE ALERT??

user4 so pretty <3

user5 happy for you <33

user6 NOOOO MOTHER

user7 ONE CHANCE I BEG

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y/nupdates y/n spotted with two different people on what looks to be a date! throuple? 👀

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yourusername i once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden ❤️❤️ kimi.antonelli babickovaeli

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kimi.antonelli ti amo amore mio

yourusername ti amo di più

babickovaeli i love you both ❤️

yourusername i love you more baby ❤️

user1 I KNEW IT HAHAHAH

user2 OMG I WAS RIGHTTT

user3 OMG THEY'RE SO CUTEEE AHHH

user4 kimi's picture 😭

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yourusername kimiii ❤️❤️ baby i love you so much

kimi.antonelli i love you too mia principessa

babickovaeli ti amo kimi ❤️❤️

kimi.antonelli ti amo di più

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yourusername i love you so much gorgeous ❤️❤️

babickovaeli i love you more ❤️❤️

kimi.antonelli i love you both ❤️

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This is only half a thought so far, but maybe other people want to chime in.

I’m doing Watch Machina (currently at episode 15) and Nein Again (currently at episode 21) while I also keep up with current Critical Role content (Age of Umbra episode 4) and something that bothers me a little is Matt’s current method of narration.

In C1, Matt’s style is very informal with regard to the narration. There’s little added drama via his tone, pace, or choice of words. “Toothy maw” became a meme pretty quickly, but the point of every description was to efficiently set the scene so the players could start their RP and choose what to do. There wasn’t as much precision with his descriptions, and of course that is a talent that takes a long time to hone when you’re describing lots of different things over the course of several hours. However, the narration was far less formal and calculated than his NPC dialogue, so (in combination with voice acting) it was very easy to determine when Matt was in character or not. It wasn’t a bad thing; Matt’s very casual narration and formal dialogue leading up to the Chroma Conclave’s attack on Emon was excellent because it was so sudden, leading the players and the audience to experience the exact same shock the NPCs would have. It’s not a bad way to narrate. If anything, it made the heartfelt moments so poignant, especially at the end of the campaign. That description of snow drops would not have been nearly as impactful if Matt had narrated that way all the time.

In C2, Matt started getting more descriptive and slowed down his narration to match. As Aabria would put it, he “paints a word picture” and includes more environmental storytelling for the setting itself, not just things for the characters to expressly interact with. I think this is part of what led to the Nein interacting with the set dressing more: Matt mentioned it, so it must be important! This led to some fun hijinks as time went on, and it gave Wildemount a different feeling than Tal’dorei. I couldn’t tell you that Emon had a particular vibe to it other than it being a big city, but howdy do we know that Berleben is full of nosy, bored people in a smelly swamp, and we sure know that Zadash is a bustling city with stark class segregation while Nicodranas is a beautiful trade hub with a mixture of different cultures. I think part of that may have come from working on the source books (they have similar language for the plot hooks and location entries). However, that method of narration was mostly limited to first descriptions of a new place or events (“cutscenes” like the attack in Zadash). Within a scene, Matt was still fairly casual in his discussions with the players.

But currently in Age of Umbra, and with a good chunk of C3, Matt’s narration is far more deliberate. There is a consistently slower pace compared to earlier campaigns, usually only speeding up in combat. Part of that may be for production purposes (easier for transcriptions and closed captioning), but it also impacts the pacing of the game itself. There’s also that presence of a new character: the narrator himself has a voice, and that is now part of the story. It’s extremely noticeable when the cast gets Matt to “break character” as the narrator to only be a DM. It requires a baseline level of formality for that to happen, and Matt committed to it in nearly every scene, regardless of the context of the scene. While that doesn’t feel all that strange for Age of Umbra (it fits well with the soulsborne style of game), it does make me realize that it’s part of why C3 felt incongruous. Like, sorry about the dead horse, but I was expecting C3 to be pulpy, which very much benefits from the narration style of C1 rather than the formal narration style Matt prefers currently. Punchy, informal narration sets a player expectation of “you’re here to get something done and I’ll tell you if it works,” while the current style instead lends itself to “you’re part of my story and this is the tone.” The former is great for fast-paced roleplay and the latter is suited to unhurried storytelling—which wouldn’t feel as mismatched if C3 hadn’t been a story where the PCs needed to prevent a second calamity within the course of a few weeks.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that this was a mistake. Matt clearly enjoys how he narrates currently, and every DM is entitled to their preference. However, I think there’s a lesson in here that varying the narration style to match the purpose of the scene and story would benefit the players and the audience.

To be fair here, Matt is not the only DM who doesn’t mix it up very often. Brennan Lee Mulligan (Dimension 20) is far closer to the C1 style of fast, informal narration with very limited, specific instances where he would slow down for drama; there is no “narrator” character in his players’ story. D20 has a far more casual tone to its seasons than CR does in its campaigns. Luis Carazo (Tales Unrolled) narrates similarly to Matt, with a focus on instilling an emotional reaction for the players to deal with, and the players collaboratively join Luis as the narrator for their own characters; it’s a back and forth where the DM and players contribute to that additional presence. Tales Unrolled is on the opposite end of the spectrum from D20, with a clear feeling that it is a storytelling experience.

Again, choosing one narration style over another isn’t necessarily a flaw. However, I think varied narration is a tool that most DMs underutilize. If used carefully, adjusting narration styles within sessions on the fly could enhance the experience of an Actual Play campaign for everyone involved. It could be used as a signal to the players for what type of scene this will be or when a scene is shifting. It could also signal to performers in a show for pacing within an episode (hijinks are over, time for some drama; time to cool down from the tension).

But, as always, it’s easier to point stuff out like this than it is to do it in practice.

[cheriladycl01]

My love, is mine all mine - Max Verstappen x Norris! Reader x Charles Leclerc Part 8

Plot: Norris' Twin sister is also a driver in the 2021 line up and is in her rookie era. Not only do the commentators struggle to now talk about the pair in the race, but they also struggle to talk about talent. What happens when two drivers find her eye-catching.

A/N: I've brought Luisia into things because of the timeline and it being 2021. Don't hate on her, or the fact that i've brought her into my writing please!

Because there was a break you decided it would be best to stay away from social media and take some time for yourself. You promised your trainer you'd keep up with the healthy diet and exercises and but just wanted to get away from normality.

So you got to Heathrow with an large backpack and took the first flight leaving to Colomia. You spent the week climbing mountains in the Andes with a trusted tour guide you'd found while you were out there. Just the two of you as you didn't feel up for the big group excursions.

The man who'd walked the volcano peak with you had known who you were but kept it to himself talking about his life and what Colombia was like, which you enjoyed as you got to learn about his life and what he did.

You spent the week away from the harsh media fully diving into the South American culture and making connections all over Bogota. It was refreshing being away for an extended period of time and you felt more than ready to go back to racing.

You'd flown back home, saying a quick hello and goodbye to your parents before getting in your McLaren and driving to dover, you'd wanted to spend time getting to Hungry and drive yourself which a lot of the drivers would find incredibly bizarre as you'd be doing 6+ hours over the course of three days. Which to the average driver would seem easy but with how hot the car got and how hard it was to drive an F1 car compared to a normal car all mattered.

You’d made your way into France getting a picture on the bonnet of your car outside a random small town cafe.

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It’s been a while huh? 🤔 Gotta love a long drive to my next location 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿-> 🇭🇺

People were going crazy that you were back (fans more than anyone) and that night in your hotel room that was above the same bar you posted a photo dump from your time in Colombia.

y/user

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y/user: Colombia 🇨🇴 you have been beautiful. From the beaches, to the walks up the mountains to the locals that expressed their love and showed me their cultures and invited me into their homes … I will be revisiting! One of my favourite places in the world! 🌍🧡

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fan1: omg I’m from Colombia! How didn’t I know you were there!

landonorris: so you’ve been on holidays? 🫨

-> y/user: whilst training of course! Don’t worry I’ll get you this weekend brother 👀🧐

fan2: I love that she’s taken time for herself she looks so healthy in that photo on her story!

-> fan3: so real she’s gonna slay in Hungary 🇭🇺 roll on Qually.

-> fan4: I have a good feeling about this weekend!

luisinhaoliveira99: Ola Y/N! Pretty Pretty!

-> y/user: Ah my favrioute girl!

charlesleclerc: Driving to Hungary? Wanna divert and give me a lift.

You seen Charles comment almost instantly and everyone else had too. You messaged him as you couldn't tell if he was being genuine or not. You were more than happy to make the detour to the Meditteranean side of France. It was one of your favrioute places to drive along.

He'd messaged you back not too long after and you couldn't help the smile that came across your face when you saw the message.

Your detour took you down through France driving through Nice and straight into Monaco where you drove around the roads that you'd driven in F1 for the first time not to long ago. The thought of going back round it next year was exciting. Once you pulled up outside the casino Charles gracefully waltzed over.

"Is that all?" you also looking at the small bag he had brought with him.

"Well... you're driving a sports car darling. Despite us touring Europe in a McLaren i cannot pack my entire wardrobe!" he smiles and takes a seat next to you.

"So what route are we taking" he asks turning his face to look at you and for a second you are stuck in the moment of looking at his eyes, and how soft they are, noticing the crows feet on the sides as he smiles reminding you what a happy soul he always seems to be.

You drove off, gulping down the ache in your heart knowing it wasn't right to rush anything based on what happened in the past, but also there was something drawing you to Charles and the more he weened his way into your life the harder he became to ignore.

The route you took was interesting. You passed Monaco into Italy and continued up to Milan, across to Venice up into Austria where you headed to Vienna and then down to Budapest ready for the GP, in total with all the stops it became a 4 day drive. You'd stopped in random cities finding hotel rooms at 11 pm when either of you were too tired to drive and small restaurants in the countryside when you both got hungry. It was enjoyable, more than enjoyable really.

Spending time just the two of you away from the media was exactly what you both needed. You guys just talked without the pressure of people around and it was nice. You both had a lot to stay but strangely by the end of it, it felt like not everything had been said.

Maybe the weekend at the GP would let that string unravel a little more.

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okay i was already smitten by the artwork of mac you’ve done… but adding outlast to the mix?? OUTLAST MENTIONED??

i’m head over heels rn i’m sending a bouquet of flowers your way . expect a mariachi band outside with me singing for you

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[tinybeetiny]

I love to love you: J.W

I'm working on getting a posting schedule now that i have so many groups i wanna write for... sigh not enough time in the days

->Starring: WooyoungxReader ->Genre: Fluff ->Cw: Typical yapping Wooyoung, fluffy fluff fluff, this man has my entire heart... they all do... I'm a whore

Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist

Seonghwa | Hongjoong | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho

“You know what I’ve never understood! How—” Wooyoung’s mouth was moving, his hands animated as he launched into another impromptu rant, this time about cereal mascots, or maybe it was weather apps, you weren’t entirely sure.

But your mind was somewhere else.

You blinked, watching the way his eyes lit up when he talked, the way his hands cut through the air with every word, and how he didn’t just speak, he performed. You weren’t really listening, and not because he was boring (he never was), but because you were so utterly overwhelmed by the love bubbling in your chest.

You didn’t know why you were feeling so sentimental today, but you couldn’t help it.

You love loving Jung Wooyoung.

No, he didn’t make it easy. He was a handful and a half, loud, dramatic, chaotic in the most endearing way. He made everything a competition, talked in his sleep, and danced at completely inappropriate times. He could be a little impatient, sometimes stubborn, and had a flair for being just a bit too honest.

But maybe that’s exactly why you loved it.

Because with Wooyoung, nothing was ever halfway. He loved with his whole heart. He felt things in all caps. He made life feel like a song stuck in your head, inconvenient at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for silence.

He’d surprise you with the smallest gestures: your favorite candy tucked into your bag, post-it notes on your mirror with dumb doodles and captions like “today’s outfit: 12/10 would date.” He’d shove socks onto your cold feet and whine, “Why are you always freezing? Are you a ghost?”

He’d talk your ear off one second, then fall asleep mid-sentence with his head in your lap the next. He’d show up to your workplace just to drop off coffee, but stay too long and make everyone laugh until your coworkers were all a little bit in love with him too.

Loving Wooyoung wasn’t always easy. But it was worth it. Because for all the fire and noise, he was also the softest soul you’d ever known.

Like the way he rubbed gentle circles on your back when he thought you were asleep. Or how he always saved the last bite of dessert for you—even if it was his favorite. Or how he said “I love you” like it was breathing, like the words were stitched into the rhythm of his heart.

You came back to the present just in time to see him pause, eyebrows raised.

“Wait! Are you even listening to me?” he asked, mock-offended, poking your cheek. “I was giving you my most passionate argument yet.”

You smiled, leaned in, and kissed him, right on the nose.

“I just love you,” you whispered.

He blinked. His smile faltered for just a second, like he’d been momentarily stunned. Then it came back, softer now. Slower. All the theatrics melted away, and it was just him.

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice low and full of something warm and steady. “Good because I love you too.”

He leaned forward and kissed you properly this time—no rush, no showmanship, just all the quiet ways he meant it. Then he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, that signature crooked grin returning.

“Okay, now that we’re emotionally bonded for life,” he said, already perking back up, “can I please finish explaining why Tony the Tiger is a corporate lie?”

And you just laughed, letting your heart settle in that messy, beautiful, sugar-sweet place he’d made inside it.

Because loving Jung Wooyoung?

Loving him back was the easiest part of all.

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Queeenn 👑 may I request the you’re a fan he’s acting obsessed prompt, mixed, 2k+ with jack 🩷

☕ Cam’s Fic Diner – Order 021

💌 Thank you to this angel for such a rich, gut-wrenching, prompt — the mix of fan obsession, infidelity angst, and regretful boyflower? DELICIOUS.

This one’s messy, personal, and served with a side of bad decisions and soft redemption.

Enjoy your meal love

-your favorite server 

💬 "Out of Frame"

✨ Description & Prompt

• Character: Jack Hughes

• Prompt: You’re a fan. He’s obsessed.

• Tags: infidelity angst, jealousy, ghosting , subtext camera kink

• Type: Mixed (Angst, Smut, Hurt/Comfort)

• Word count: ~1.9k

• Special: Jersey kink, camera on, boy tears, flower redemption

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You hadn’t even meant to stop and talk to him.

You were just wandering the event floor with your friends, giggling over overpriced jerseys and signing up for raffles you wouldn’t win, when you looked up and locked eyes with Jack Hughes.

And Jack, well—Jack looked like the kind of man who was used to being recognized and liked it.

“Are you gonna say hi or just stare at me like I owe you something?”

His voice was light, teasing, and very aware of its charm.

You blinked, surprised by his boldness. “You kind of do owe me something. I wasted a whole fantasy hockey season believing in your faceoffs.”

Your friends stifled a laugh behind you. Jack grinned.

“Oh, so you’re a fan,” he said, giving you a once-over that lingered just a second too long. “A tough one.”

“Not really,” you shrugged. “I know how to cut my losses.”

That, apparently, did something to him. His eyes flashed with something amused — and impressed. He leaned forward on the table between you, giving you a lazy, crooked smile.

“What’s your name?”

You gave it. You shouldn’t have.

Jack repeated it, rolling it over like he was tasting it. “Nice to meet you.”

You left before he could flirt any harder — maybe because part of you wanted him to, and that wasn’t safe.

Not when you knew he had a girlfriend.

-------

You didn’t expect what happened next.

Not the follow.

Not the likes on your stories — your face stories.

Not the comment under a selfie you posted two days later:

“That shirt should be illegal.”

And definitely not the DM that came at 11:46 p.m. one Friday night.

Jack Hughes:

u looked too good in that post

i’d lose another faceoff just to see u in person again

You left it on read. You weren’t an idiot.

He was hot. He was famous.

He also had a girlfriend.

And yet, the DMs didn’t stop.

Sometimes flirty.

Sometimes just: “song rec?”

Sometimes just a 🔥 under a mirror pic with no caption.

You ignored every single one.

Until the night of the afterparty.

----

You weren’t even supposed to be there.

One of your mutuals — a bartender who worked private events for the Devils — had texted you, “If you don’t come to this party, you’re missing out on prime eye candy.”

You’d rolled your eyes.

Then she sent a blurry photo.

Jack Hughes. Red Solo cup in hand. Leaning back on a couch like he owned it.

Your stomach flipped.

You put on lip gloss.

You went.

When you arrived, Jack didn’t even pretend to be chill.

He spotted you instantly from across the room. Stiffened.

Then smiled — that dangerous, slow, dimple-pulling smirk.

And suddenly, he was moving.

Cutting through bodies. Ignoring teammates. Beelining toward you like a man possessed.

“You show up,” he said, leaning against the counter where you were pretending to look at drinks, “and you don’t even say hi?”

“I didn’t know this was your party,” you said flatly.

“C’mon,” he said. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for weeks. You’ve been ghosting me harder than my ex.”

You cocked a brow. “I thought you had a girlfriend.”

That stopped him for half a second.

Then: “Had.”

Liar. You knew he was lying. You’d just seen her birthday photo dump. He was in three of them.

You should’ve walked away.

Instead, you took a slow sip of your drink and said, “Must suck, being ignored for once.”

His jaw clenched. “You really think I’m not serious?”

“I think you’re bored,” you answered, “and maybe a little obsessed.”

Jack tilted his head, grin gone.

“Maybe I am,” he said quietly. “Is that so bad?”

The tension snapped.

Moments later, you found yourself pressed against a wall in the upstairs hallway. His mouth was on yours, rough and claiming. His hands exploring your waist like he was memorizing it.

You let him. For once, you let yourself want.

But Jack? Jack wanted more.

“We can go back to mine,” he said against your throat.

You nodded, stupidly.

And that’s how you ended up sprawled across his mattress, with Jack Hughes pulling a camera out of his drawer.

You froze. “Wait—what?”

He looked at you like you’d just asked him his middle name. “Relax. It’s just for me.”

You gave him a look. “You have a girlfriend.”

“Not anymore,” he lied again, kissing down your stomach. “But you? I want to remember this. You.”

Jack’s hand rests on the camera — sleek, compact, too casual for how seriously he’s looking at you.

“You okay?” he murmurs, already kneeling between your thighs.

You hesitate.

He brushes a thumb over your knee, gaze dark and unwavering.

“I won’t show anyone,” he promises. “I just want to see you. All of you.”

You should say no.

You know you should say no.

But something about the way he looks at you — like you’re the only thing anchoring him — makes you nod.

He smirks, flicking the camera on, red light blinking.

“Take your top off for me,” he whispers. “Nice and slow.”

Your breath hitches as you obey, feeling the weight of his eyes — and the lens — as your skin is revealed inch by inch. His groan is immediate.

“Fuck. You’re unreal.”

He adjusts the camera slightly, but never stops touching you — fingers gliding down your sides, across your stomach, teasing between your thighs.

“You ever watched yourself fall apart, sweetheart?” he murmurs. “You’re gonna love it.”

When he dips down to kiss you, the camera catches everything.

Your gasp. The way your legs fall open instinctively. The curve of your back as his tongue teases and taunts.

He guides your hand to his hair. “Pull. Harder.”

The image is seared into the tape: your head tipped back, mouth parted in bliss, his name falling from your lips like prayer.

And then:

“Wanna ride me for the camera?” he growls, sitting back, pants already undone.

You straddle him, breathless.

“You look so good like this,” he whispers, lining himself up. “My girl, putting on a show.”

You move — tentative at first, then bold — as he films every bounce, every roll of your hips, every desperate moan.

“Fuck, Jack—”

“That’s it,” he hisses. “Let them see how good I fuck you. How you love it.”

He grabs your hips, thrusting up, deeper, harder, until you’re sobbing into his neck.

“You gonna cum for the camera, baby?”

You do. Loud, trembling, ruined — and he follows with a guttural moan, spilling inside you as the lens captures it all.

-----

You wake up alone.

No note. No camera. No Jack.

He ghosts you instantly.

You text. No reply.

You scroll through Instagram and find the answer:

A carousel post.

Her birthday.

Third slide — Jack, smiling, arm around her waist.

Your throat closes. You feel sick.

You shut your phone off.

----

One week later.

He shows up at your door.

Flowers in hand. A wreck.

“I ended it,” he says before you can speak. “I should’ve done it before. I didn’t know how to handle—this.”

You stare at him, silent.

Jack steps closer, voice cracking. “I’m sorry I ghosted. I’m sorry I lied. But what I felt with you that night… I haven’t stopped thinking about it. About you.”

He lifts a shaky hand.

“I want to make it right. If you’ll let me.”

You pause.

Then open the door wider.

“Start by deleting that fucking video.”

He laughs — really laughs — when you say that.

“Already gone,” he promises, pulling out his phone and showing you the blank folder. “Swear on my life. I only kept it because… I couldn’t stop watching you.”

You narrow your eyes.

“That’s not really helping your case.”

Jack chuckles nervously. “Okay, fair.”

There’s a silence — not awkward, but heavy.

Your gaze drops to the flowers in his hand. A little wilted from how long he’s been gripping them. But still thoughtful. Still him.

“I missed you,” he says, quieter now. “Like, real missed you. Not just the sex. Not just the fun. I missed your voice. Your sarcasm. The way you don’t take my shit. I missed… feeling like someone saw me.”

Your chest tightens.

He steps closer, uncertain.

“Can I take you out? Like… not a hookup. Not a lie. Just—us?”

You take the flowers from him, set them down, and kiss him.

Soft. Real. The kind that doesn’t need a camera or an audience.

“I missed you too,” you murmur.

“Next time, lead with that.”

He grins, cheeks flushed.

“Does that mean I get to be the one who posts you on my story now?”

You raise a brow. “We’ll see. You’re still on thin ice, Hughes.”

“Fair,” he laughs, wrapping his arms around you. “But at least now I’ve got someone to warm me up after the game.”

[tooomuchtofu]

had to redo my deltarunes from when ch2 came out… i love this fucking game so much. [Images ID: drawings of Kris, Susie, Ralsei, and Noelle from Deltarune. First image: Kris in their light world form stands with their hands in their pockets. Alongside them there are doodles of dark world Kris, a sketch of Kris and Susie in their church outfits drinking juice with stickers on their faces, which is labeled “sticker buddies”, and a sketch of Kris listening silently as the SOUL yells about loving them.

Second image: Fullbody drawing of light world Susie, accompanied by a chibi dark world Susie and a sketch of Susie reaching out to hoist Kris up during a climbing segment. Susie is labeled “LITERALLY so incredibly important”

Third image: Fullbody drawing of hatless Ralsei, accompanied by a chibi hatted Ralsei. There are also sketches of Kris’ old horn headband and a child’s drawing of what looks like Ralsei, labeled “Me” and signed “Kris”. These sketches are captioned “My top theories.”

Fourth image: Fullbody drawing of light world Noelle, alongside chibi dark world Noelle. There is also a sketch of Noelle watching Susie pick her teeth and blushing. End images ID.]

[dollar-store-mothman]

Finally got a chance to rewatch never give Annabelle a gun, it's incredible and I'm losing it (ramblings under the cut !!)

-Firstly, i have to keep stopping myself from calling it annabelle get your gun cause I'm a loser ass theatre kid

-the lesbian colored effects are adorable

-characters with ever changing names my beloved (Joanie to butch to Josie and back to butch)

-mr Parker is such a supportive dad, he's so cute <3

-Mr Parker is correct, annabelle could never do any wrong

-butch is autistic to me

-the fucking squirrel and elephant captions kill me

-a sam bartender didnt slide the drinks, im honestly gobsmacked

-can't believe tom wasn't allowed to play his piany

-yknow, the first time I watched this my thoughts about Henry were along the lines of "don't fuck this up for us aj" but upon rewatching, he's really just unsettling all around

-passing that helium around like a joint

-love when sam says some bullshit and then looks around like "let me elaborate"

-tom announcing his arrival by gently pushing over a chair

-[surprisingly effective bank robbing tactics] perfect, no notes

-butch continues to be autistic to me

-im in love with the captioners through the whole bit where aj is singing and everyone else is miming

-speaking of aj singing, man's got some PIPES

-their synchronization with switching from talking to miming and back to the scene is insane

-SHOOT HIM IN THE HEAD ANNABELLE

-"stop flirting with men" is real as hell

-shooting him in the dick works too

-Henry just gets creepier and creepier

-i really want to know how, what are presumably, cowboy boots just fell off

-i really do appreciate sam just saying the word lesbian without any hesitation, it heals me when people don't treat lesbian like a dirty word

-"give it time" EGG BUTCH REAL

-i, too, ask my crush to rob banks instead of telling her how I really feel-it truly is the lesbian struggle

-mr parker is such a supportive dad :(

-that sweep was so gentle

-I wanted the other guy too, I wanted to meet him

-sam about to call tom a freak but cutting himself off

-butch :(

-I want henry to explode

-GO BUTCH, ESCAPE, I HAVE FAITH IN YOU

-oh, he caught her

-I hate the helium pig. It upsets me.

-ARTHUR NO!!!

-I think every half of henry is a dickhead

-this whole scene is genuinely upsetting

-aj and Luke are both incredible actors and this whole bit is a testament to that, but when he got aggressive after she said no and forced to shoe on-I'm distressed

-I dont know if the audience was uncomfortable and didn't know what to do, but the laughter after "i don't like this" was chilling

-[thank you sam for your service 🫡] real

-GET THAT WOMAN A HORSE

-BLOW HIM UP BUTCH

-i do like that annabelle got the final shot on henry, it's very narratively satisfying

-[Foot-J]

-Butch refusing to believe annabelle would want her too until she actually says the words makes me ill

-CUT HIS ASS OFF 👏👏👏

-I do appreciate tom not letting it end on a fingering joke

God, I love this one. We got the happy lesbians, aj was an insane villain, and none of them hesitating to say lesbian made my heart happy. Also, butch means so much to me as a genderqueer lesbian <3

[undyingdecay]

Half a request half not(???) Idk but I was so hyped when I saw that you also write for GOTG bc Starlord is my everything bro oml, he seems like such the wet and pathetic type, especially pre volume1 when he was on like, space tinder basically, he just SEEMED like the type to try and charm you only to fuck it up somewhere and fall in love after a one night stand

(tw: reader is implied to be older then peter because hes a milf hunter because i said so, sue me)

anon our wedding’s booked for october because you get it. you see the vision. you understand the loser energy that pre-vol.1 starlord radiated from every pore. the type of man who’d call himself legendary outlaw like it wasn’t the saddest thing you’d ever heard in your life. the type to strike out on space tinder, send weird half-nude holo pics with captions like u up? ;) at completely inappropriate times, and genuinely think it was charming.

and of course — of course — it happens like this

some nowhere planet whose name you never bothered to learn, overcrowded bar reeking of alien sweat and something sweetly chemical. you’re already annoyed, already clocked the age difference when he sauntered over with that cocky grin, with his 'hey, haven’t seen you around before' opener like he didn’t just say that to three different women ten minutes ago.

but there’s something about him. the kind of pathetic you can’t look away from. like a stray animal with too much bravado and not enough brain cells. and you can smell the mommy issues on him before he even opens his mouth.

he talks and talks and talks. about himself, about some planet shaped like a potato, about a song you’ve never heard of but that he swears would totally blow your mind. you can’t get a word in because he doesn’t actually want to hear you. he just wants an audience. and for some reason — probably the drink, probably boredom, probably that sad little glimmer in his eyes when he thinks you’re about to leave — you let him.

and it happens fast. sloppily. clothes half-on, half-off. he’s a little desperate, like he’s got something to prove, hands everywhere, mouth clumsy, talking too much in between like 'fuck, you’re so hot' and 'shit, im gonna marry you' and you roll your eyes so hard it hurts. you tell yourself it’s a one-time thing. a pity fuck. you’re gonna forget his name in the morning.

except you don’t.

because he doesn’t leave.

you wake up and he’s still there. half-sprawled across your chest, one arm slung heavy over your stomach, lips lazily wraped around your nipple like it’s his goddamn pacifier. and when you shift, when you try to wriggle out from under him, he hums against your skin and murmurs something about Zandar 5 being the best place for fried Neraki eggs, no really, you’d love it.

he doesn’t shut up. not even when you glare at him, not even when you tell him you’ve got somewhere to be. he just looks up at you with that stupid, boyish grin and says 'c’mon, sweetheart, don’t be like that — last night was amazing, right? we got chemistry, you and me.'

you argue. of course you argue. tell him it was a fluke, a mistake, tell him you don’t date younger guys and you especially don’t date drifters with commitment issues and delusions of grandeur. he pouts. actually pouts. big sad eyes, hair sticking up in every direction, lower lip pushed out like a kid being told no candy before dinner.

and somehow you end up back in bed.

it’s not even sex this time. just limbs tangled together, his head heavy on your chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip while he rambles about some obscure alien movie you don’t give a shit about. you try to pretend you’re annoyed. you tell yourself you’re not keeping him around because it’s kind of nice. that pathetic little whine he makes when you tug his hair, the way his eyes light up when you laugh, like it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

he promises he’ll leave tomorrow.

he doesn’t

[fameandfiction]

IMAGINE PART I: “Tweeted From the Lap of the Woman I Fear” — Reneé Rapp x Reader

— Everyone Ships It Except Them (Allegedly).

You weren’t trying to start discourse.

You weren’t trying to come out.

You were literally just sitting in Reneé Rapp’s lap, trying to find the charger under the couch without dislocating a rib, when your thumb slipped, and you sent the tweet.

[@/you] PROTECT GAY MARRIAGE

No context. No thread. Just… vibes.

And it would’ve been fine.

A normal tweet. Maybe even brave. Maybe people would think you were finally stepping into your truth—after years of dodgeballing the question with ironic astrology memes and chaotic fanfiction—and they’d clap, send flags, drop the gay-flag-heart emojis like it was digital confetti.

Except.

You weren’t done.

You just typed too fast.

[@/you, reply] SORRY I TYPED TOO FAST I MEANT PROTECT ME FROM GAY MARRIAGE 🚫🏳️‍🌈

Silence.

Then: the internet explodes.

You don’t even notice the chaos at first because Reneé is literally under you, laughing so hard she chokes on the cinnamon popcorn she just tried to sneak from your bowl.

“There’s something so psychotic about tweeting that while sitting in my lap,” she wheezes.

“I was unwell,” you mutter, scrolling with your other hand. “And also, your thighs are not structurally made for tweeting.”

“Excuse me—”

“You jiggle. My accuracy was compromised.”

Reneé tries to toss a kernel at your head but misses and hits her own knee. You ignore her.

Instead, you glance at the tweet again and that’s when you see it.

Over 1,500 likes in under ten minutes. Quote tweets rolling in like a tide of unhinged sapphics and confused allies.

“The bisexual urge to fear both commitment and women.” “no bc what does she MEAN by this 😭” “why is she literally sitting in Reneé’s lap in the tagged pic while tweeting this 😭😭😭” “girl WHAT” “this is what compulsory heterosexuality looks like y’all” “someone check on Reneé.”

You lower the phone slowly.

“I fear I may have tweeted a little too strongly.”

Reneé snorts. “You sound like a southern grandmother.”

“I have scandalized the timeline. They think I’m either a raging internalized homophobe or someone who wants a gay wedding with you but not too soon.”

“They’re not wrong.”

You side-eye her. “Which part.”

She shrugs. Grins like a gremlin.

“The wedding. I’d let you fake-cancel on me three times before we get married in a lesbian Home Depot.”

“That is oddly specific.”

“I’ve thought about it.”

You blink. Her hand is still on your hip.

You shift slightly on her lap, definitely not because your heart did something stupid and fluttery. Definitely not.

“I’m not gay,” you say flatly.

“You’re literally wearing my shirt.”

“This is just laundry efficiency.”

“You’re straddling me.”

“Because the remote is right there and I didn’t feel like moving around you.”

“And you tweeted about gay marriage while seated on me like a throne.”

“…It’s called nuance, Rapp.”

Your phone dings again.

Another quote tweet.

“not her sitting in Reneé Rapp’s lap typing ‘protect me from gay marriage’ like she hasn’t already emotionally married that woman four times and divorced her six”

You show it to Reneé.

She howls.

“No because that’s SO true,” she gasps, tears in her eyes. “You literally filed emotional divorce papers after I didn’t watch your favorite movie on your birthday.”

“Because it was Jennifer’s Body and you aggressively said Megan Fox was mid—”

“I was trolling! I love hot women!”

“So love me properly, coward!”

You’re yelling now. Over popcorn. From her lap. Your legs are tangled with hers. Your phone’s somewhere in the cushions, buzzing like a broken bee.

The timeline is full-on spiral mode now.

People are making memes. Screenshots. Threads dissecting your dynamic like it's queer theory in real time.

One of them posts a screenshot of your tweet with the caption:

“can’t decide if she’s closeted or just mentally unwell in a gay little way”

And honestly?

You retweet it.

Because yes.

It’s not like you’ve ever said the words. Not to your family. Not to the public. Not even to Reneé. You just kind of... existed. Drifted into her life like a post-credit scene. Fell into routines, jokes, glances that lingered. You don’t know when she became a constant. You just know she is.

You don’t need to define it.

Not when you’re like this.

On her lap, in her hoodie, screaming at your own tweet while she wipes popcorn grease from your cheek.

She leans in eventually.

When you’ve both stopped laughing.

When the room has settled.

When the sun’s nearly gone and your phone’s face-down.

“You scared of gay marriage?” she asks softly.

You smirk. “Only if it’s not you.”

Her mouth twitches. “So you admit it?”

“I admit nothing.”

She nods. “Okay.”

Then:

“But you do realize that typing ‘protect me from gay marriage’ while my hands were literally on your waist is kind of the funniest way to not come out.”

“You say that like I’m hiding something.”

“I say that like I know something.”

You look down at her. She looks up at you.

She doesn’t kiss you.

But her hand does slide up your thigh, warm and steady.

And you don’t stop her.

[wallofchynax]

COWBOY LIKE ME (7/??)

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗜'𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗿

Synopsis: You're a new NXT Diva. You also happen to be dating Hall of Fame Legend Shawn Michaels. Problem is, in the age of social media, nothing stays quiet forever.

taglist: @sparkinthedarkuk @coffincorey @dilanmoodboards @sultryfandoms @prettylittlegleek16 @vixenhatesyou @fairiebabey @ebonybees @hbkchokeme @lmntl @behavior619 @tedem @mygreenlights @iamfandomwasted @urb3stg1rl @thebigredmonster

authors note: I AM SO SORRY. i got a bit of writers block and had no idea how to continue without ending it within a chapter or two but i think i have a decent enough idea of what is going on now. so!!!! enjoy!!

THREE MONTHS LATER.

A few hours later...

literallegend calm before the chaos ✨ #halloffame

livmorganwwe: you’re gonna slayyyyy

chelseaagreen: save some glam for the rest of us pls

rhearipley_wwe: 😏 looking GOOD

literallegend for a night of legends ⭐️ #halloffame #firstone

beckylynchwwe: 😍

chelseaagreen: ugh you win. again.

livmorganwwe: literally perfect

rhearipley_wwe: 👀 save me a seat

Instagram Story. Caption: 🥂🥂🥂 bad influences @/rhearipley_wwe @/raquelwwe

MORNING AFTER.

[t-u-i-t-c]

"You'll triumph someday, as long as you never yield. I'll take you on any time." "You never fail to piss me off, Geats."

[hinamie]

mentor

[randomfandomss]

Pope Innocent XIV

If there was only certainty, and if there was no doubt, there would be no mystery, and therefore no need for faith. Let us pray that God will grant us a Pope who doubts. Let Him grant us a Pope who sins and asks for forgiveness. And carries on.

I am what God made me. And perhaps it is my difference that will make me useful. I think again of your sermon. I know what it is to exist between the world’s certainties.

[lucabyte]

even dogs pass the mirror test