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oikarma · 2 months ago

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love in the air

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: you take your long-time friend as your plus one to your dad's wedding. you catch the bouquet. maybe that's when you start agreeing with the internet that . . . lando norris is a little more than a long-time friend to you.

a/n: thank you to anon for the request i had no idea they were dating LOL this was so fluffy

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@/landossluttywaist I CANT BREATHE LANDO WAS AT THE SAME HOTEL AS ME

user1 you rich rich, then

user2 she probably gets paddock passes for doing her chores user3 guys why are we hating on this girl let her be excited 😭 i would be too

user4 what hotel is it?

landossluttywaist he's gone now (this was as he was leaving) but it was the four seasons in philly

user5 thanks for respecting his privacy and not posting until he left!

landossluttywaist lol i love him but at the end of the day he's just a human who doesn't need people hounding him 24/7

user6 but what is he even there for??? philadelphia??? there's ltr nothing interesting there...

user7 idk bradley cooper is the best thing to come out of that town user7 omg and also they won the super bowl user7 but that was a long time ago user8 maybe he's just an eagles fan

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gigihadid My darling B, what a wonderful thing it is that we found each other. I can't believe we're now married — I'm still smiling, because such happiness carries on for a long time. You are so kind, so sweet, so caring, so utterly magical. I am beyond lucky to have you. Your belief in me makes me who I am today and who I will be. This new chapter will be a long life, full of laughter, full of a new family.

∞ Always, your G.

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yourinstagram i'm so happy for you and dad <33 you are an amazing person and you bring so much light to our family! your dress was gorgeous but even more so was you. hope you have a great time on your honeymoon

gigihadid I love you so much ;) Thanks for coming. There's so much love in the air!! 💐 yourinstagram hey, hey, we talked about this gigihadid I didn't make the rule user1 i love how well they go together user2 bro if my step-mom was gigi hadid. user3 wait wait wait did y/n catch the bouquet??? user4 omg

user5 actually radiant

bellahadid best wishes from your baby sister 💕

gigihadid ❤️❤️❤️ user6 do they know they're real user7 omg bella drop the fit i NEED to know what you wore cause gigi's dress is already blowing all my expectations out of water

user8 man if only bradley had insta

user9 this is how i find out bradley cooper and gigi hadid are dating whaaaaat

user10 me too girl me too

user11 why is this the only post with photos????? i need to see all of it

user12 maybe they agreed not to post until after a certain time or like gigi got to post first cause yk it's her wedding user13 bella posted!

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yourinstagram to the two of you 🥂

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user1 omg y/n paints?? did she do that?

yourinstagram yes 🙂‍↕️ i gave it to them as a sort of wedding gift! user1 aww that's so cute thanks for sharing with us <3 it's a beautiful drawing

user2 oh gosh that's such a beautiful place 🥺

user3 y/n were you at the bachelorette

yourinstagram hell yeah user4 we need the photos baddie yourinstagram maybe someday, lol

user5 wait where did they get married

user6 philly, the last pic is where they announced their engagement user5 ohhh no wonder

user7 lando you sly dog why are you in the likes

user8 well they're friends user9 dyt he went to the wedding user10 tbf wasn't he in philly a few days ago it's not crazy

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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris was seen at the wedding of Gigi Hadid and Bradley Cooper.

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user1 I KNEW IT

user2 you guys are crazy 😭 how could you even tell those were him

user3 he's with YN IN ALL OF THEM

user4 where did these even come from

user5 isnt he dating magui??

user6 lando? user5 yeah user6 probably, but he and y/n are good friends user5 shit man they look good together user6 what do you mean these are all 120p quality

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f1gossipofficial Formula 1's YouTube account posted a full video of Y/N Cooper and Lando Norris on a Hot Lap.

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user1 why is this gossip it's literally just a video

user2 the way he looked at her and she started screaming at him 😭 poor guy just wanted some eye contact

user3 she's so precious but jesus the amount of swear words out of that girl's mouth user4 lando wasn't even shocked he was like well lol oops

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yourinstagram lucky

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user1 LANDOS LUCKY CHARM SPOTTED

mclaren might need to keep you around in the paddock more often

yourinstagram 😕 'fraid i have a job

user2 oh she knows shes hot

user3 someone tell her we're not in texas anymore

user4 who cares she served

lando photo credits where??

user5 stop being a pick me lando user6 yn is this man bothering you user7 he just needs everyone to know yourinstagram let me breathe lan i can't like all these comments trashing you fast enough user8 i love her already

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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris and Y/N L/N after the Las Vegas Grand Prix

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user1 shit? shit!

user2 "we're friends" NO YOURE DATING

user3 are we sure that's lando?? it looks like y/n but we can't see the guys face

user4 yeah idk there are plenty of brunettes out in vegas user5 def yn tho shes wearing the same top in her last insta post

user6 she's so glad rn bradley doesn't have insta lol

user7 is gigi going to rat her out??

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you spot him slouched against the side of the taco truck, curls flattened from sweat and his own hands. there's powdered sugar on his lips. his phone's in one hand, the other holding a half-eaten churro.

lando sees you and his face changes.

"you came," he says, voice a little hoarse. "finally."

you walk up, wobbly on your heels, heart all over the place. "yeah. i had to. you were being dramatic."

"i'm hard," he says instantly. "and i missed you."

you nearly trip. "lando."

he shrugs, eyes dragging down your body without shame. "look at you. fuck. that top's killing me."

you’re giggling before you can stop it. "you're drunk."

"so are you. and you kissed me."

"you kissed me first, okay?"

"you were straddling me. in the club."

you pause. "you asked me to sit in your lap. you liked it."

lando nods. "loved it, yeah."

you're both quiet for a second. he's watching your mouth and you're watching the way his chest moves when he breathes. his hoodie's sliding off one shoulder and your fingers twitch like they want to touch him.

"you're so pretty it's making me insane," lando says. "like i want to fuck you and cuddle you at the same time and i don't know what to do about it."

you're breathless. "jesus."

"don't call him." your noses almost touch. "call me."

you laugh into his neck. "you're ridiculous."

"you're glowing" lando mumbles, hands sliding down your sides. "like. actually glowing. i can't believe i've known you this long and didn't do something about it."

you tilt your head back. "do something now."

he kisses you like you're a prize he's earned, slow, filthy, so hungry it makes your knees weak. his hands are all over--waist, hips, ass, back under your top like he needs to feel skin now.

you break away, panting. "lando, we're at a taco truck."

"yeah," he says, mouth all over your jaw. "so hurry up and let's leave. before i do something i'll get arrested for."

you grin. "you're such a slut."

"only for you."

he laces your fingers together and starts walking backward toward the street, still staring at you like you're his first and last meal.

"wait," you say, dizzy from everything. "what about your churro?"

"don't need it," he says. "got something sweeter now."

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mxrcurysb1tch · 1 month ago

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Astrology observations pt. VIII 🌚

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Here i am back from the dead hi!! As always, take what resonates and leave the rest! (Small Tw for mention of EDs )

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ I feel like I don’t do rising sign observations so much bc I don’t know anyone’s birth time (grrr) but I do know a few Virgo risings and they all have this extremely elegant put together vibe about them, seriously even their mess looks purposeful and neat. They also all look like models, they’re slender and usually on the taller side. Ie Bella Hadid.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Sagittarius Mars kind of scare me because these mfs can literally do anything without having to practice or train too hard. They could literally wake up tomorrow and run a marathon just for the hell of it just because they can without training. They have such an intense belief in their own physical capabilities that it all kind of works out for them. Depending on their other placements, they’re also usually good at a lot of different things and rarely doubt their capabilities.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Capricorn in the 6h (Leo rising) You guys have iron health. You literally never get sick. Likely to be healthy right into old age and have good genetics or just get better health with age which seems counterintuitive. You’re also likely to take your health very seriously. An example is my mum, she looks 10 years younger than her age because she has never drank or had any major health issues.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Pisces Mars keep getting hurt by those closest to them and are just too forgiving. It makes my heart sad truly. They might always blame themselves for conflicts too. With love, you guys need to learn to stand up for yourselves and don’t let people treat you like sh!t.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ I’ve noticed that people with Taurus & Scorpio intercepted tend to have issues with food and eating. People with this configuration often forget to eat or just don’t get that much pleasure out of it. I’m not really sure the reason (I suppose Taurus has to do with sensual pleasures and Scorpio is sometimes about restriction?) but they just aren’t all that bothered with food and they’re usually quite underweight for this reason. I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily always a full blown ED but I definitely think it’s something to watch out for. I also imagine, as with all interceptions, it could go to the other extreme and they could binge eat especially if they have personal placements in Taurus that are intercepted.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ The 8th house (talking about it again sorry not sorry. it’s fascinating) is not just about money and death. It’s about anything you inherit from your family line, although it is usually a burden or comes at a heavy price. Think generational curses, ancient trauma that you carry with you that was not even yours in the first place. It could be money you inherit from your family but that will usually come at some kind of cost. For example, you could be from a very wealthy family and be left a lot but maybe they were never warm, loving or accepting of you. That’s the price you pay for the money you did not earn. The 8h is never about choice. You don’t get a say in the matter. The wounds were there before you were even conceived and you have no other option but to bear their burden. It seems unfair, but what it does give you is extraordinary power if you know how to work with it and invest. Investment is the key with this house, whether it be money or transmuting pain into something great.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mercury opposite mercury in synastry is exhausting imo. Everyone says it’s square you should watch out for but nah. You guys just don’t understand each other, and it comes off as a really judgemental vibe. For instance, As a Leo Mercury every time I meet an Aquarius Mercury I feel super on edge because I feel judged for being “too dramatic”. At the same time, I am constantly questioning how they can be so cool, calm and collected at all times… it’s okay to freak out over minor issues from time to time, it’s fun!

#astrology #astroblr #astrology signs #astrology community #astrology observations #astro placements

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omgthatdress · 1 month ago

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So, Hailey Bieber is on the cover of Vogue. Her Met Gala look, which I placed in my top 5 worst dressed (right under Amelia Grey and Gustav Magnar Witzoe), has been consistently on other people's best dressed list.

While all of this has been vexing me, I realized that I've seen this before: first with Kylie Jenner, then Gigi & Bella Hadid and now Hailey Bieber. That is, the boringest bitch on the planet with the fashion sense of a tapeworm is somehow the hottest thing ever and everyone wants to be her.

Thinking about all this, I can't help but think of the question which shook me to my core and fundamentally altered my understanding of how fashion works: Is it a look, or is she just skinny?

The sad fact of the matter is most people don't know shit about fashion. They see a skinny beautiful person tidily put together in a plain dress and have been socially conditioned to think this is what fashion is. And in the meanwhile I am convulsing on the ground in disgust.

She's not particularly fashionable, she's just fashion Crisco: White, flavorless, and digestible.

BUT there's something I can't deny, and that is Hailey Bieber has definitely struck some kind of cultural nerve. After all, she was the one who started the much loathed "clean girl" beauty trend that has dried up my source of drugstore lipstick in fun colors.

I still must wish her well. She's had some scary health issues that I'm genuinely sympathetic towards. Sounds like she's also dealing with some serious Meghan Markle Syndrome (a bunch of deranged fangirls absolutely FURIOUS that Justin Bieber married her instead of them, or their self-insert, Selena Gomez.) I wish her marriage well (J/K DUMP HIS BROKE ASS). But, girl, try something colorful for once.

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cheftsunoda · 16 days ago

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hello, I wanted to ask for a charles + Alexandra poly fic where they ignored her for the longest time while dating her until she's had enough and breaks up with them (make them work for it) but a slight happy ending but lots of angst plssss

too late - cl16 + alexandra

smau + blurbs

charles leclerc x reader x alexandra saint mleux

slight carlos sainz x reader

yn has been with charles and alexandra for a little bit over a year now- and over that past year- she has felt like she has been desperately trying to be seen in her own relationship. yn has had enough and decides to end things with charles and alexandra...the two realize what they lost but will it be too late?

fc : bella hadid (im so gay for blonde bella holy shit)

loosely inspired by 'too late' by sza bc solana is my queen and i love her dearly

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username0 : oh shocker another post without yn

username8 : y'all do know another person exists in your relationship right??

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'every time you break my heart, it feel new'

I unlocked the door with the key I still wasn’t sure I should have. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of a Formula 1 replay on the living room TV. Alexandra was curled into the corner of the couch, her hair tucked messily behind her ear, her laptop open but untouched. Charles was pacing the hallway, his phone pressed to his ear, mumbling in French. Neither of them noticed me at first. Figures.

“Hey,” I said softly, dropping my carry-on at the entryway.

Charles turned, surprise flickering in his eyes. “YN? I didn’t know you were coming back tonight.”

“I told you.” My voice was calm. Too calm. “Last Tuesday. Before my flight.”

Alexandra looked up now, blinking. “Oh—right. You said something. Sorry, I’ve been slammed with deadlines.”

I nodded slowly. My heart thudded in my chest, the weight of what I’d come here to say crushing my lungs.

“You look beautiful,” Charles offered, walking closer. “Tired, but beautiful. You always are.”

I didn’t smile. They both looked at me then—really looked. And maybe for the first time in weeks, they noticed the shadows under my eyes. The clenched set of my jaw. The red rim around my waterline from the plane ride, and the crying I did in the taxi. I took a breath.

“I’m ending this.”

Alexandra sat up straight. “What?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” I said, staring at the floor because if I looked into their faces I’d break. “I feel like a ghost in this relationship. I come home to you and it’s like I’m interrupting something I’m not a part of.”

Charles looked genuinely confused. “YN, we love you.”

“No,” I said, voice sharper. “You love each other. I’m just... extra. Decorative. Like something you post when you remember I exist. I’ve been screaming silently for months and neither of you heard me.”

Alexandra stood up now, her eyes wide and panicked. “That’s not true. You’re part of us—”

“Then why do I feel so alone?” I snapped. “Why did I cry myself to sleep in Milan because neither of you even texted me goodnight? Why do I know Charles’ race schedule better than he knows where I was this week?”

Charles stepped forward. “That’s not fair—”

“It’s not fair,” I agreed, cutting him off. “But it’s the truth.”

They both stared at me like I was shattering the world. But it had already broken. I’d just been the only one trying to hold the pieces together.

Alexandra reached for me. “We can fix this. We didn’t realize—”

“No,” I said again, quieter this time. “You don’t get to realize it when I’m already halfway out the door.”

Silence.

“Are you leaving?” Charles asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded. “I packed most of my stuff before I left for the shoot. I’ll send someone for the rest.”

“Please don’t do this,” Alexandra begged. “Please.”

I looked at her—her beautiful, tear-streaked face. Then Charles, who finally looked like he understood the gravity of it all.

“I loved you both so much,” I whispered. “But I won’t keep setting myself on fire just to keep you warm.”

And with that, I turned and walked out the door. Neither of them followed me. Not yet. But maybe, one day, they would.

I didn’t even knock. I just buzzed the door and waited, arms wrapped tightly around my chest, sunglasses still covering eyes that hadn’t stopped burning since I left Charles and Alexandra’s apartment. Kika opened the door in her sweats, blinking sleepily.

“Oh, my baby,” she said softly, immediately stepping aside. “Come in.”

I didn’t say anything—I couldn’t. The lump in my throat was lodged deep, painful and stubborn. But when she closed the door behind me and pulled me into a hug, the dam cracked wide open.

“I left them,” I whispered into her shoulder.

Kika didn’t flinch. She just held me tighter.

“I can’t do it anymore,” I mumbled, words muffled by her hoodie. “I begged and waited and tried and they didn’t see me. And now I’m so tired, Kiks. I’m so—tired.”

She pulled back just enough to look at me, brushing hair out of my face. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I knew something was off, babe. I just wanted you to figure it out on your own time.”

“I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not,” she said firmly. “You’re brave. And honestly? You’re overdue for a little revenge sparkle.”

I blinked. “A what?”

“A revenge. Sparkle.” She grinned, already pulling me by the hand toward her room. “We’re going out.”

“Kika, I can’t. I’m wearing sweatpants and yesterday’s mascara.”

“And I love you, but you’re a model. You’re going to look like you just walked off the runway no matter what. Give me twenty minutes.”

Twenty-eight minutes later, I was wearing one of Kika’s dresses—black, short, with delicate straps that barely held on. She’d done my hair in soft waves, the kind that looked careless. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut diamonds, and my lips were slick with gloss that shimmered like I hadn’t just cried out my heartbreak on her floor.

She stood behind me at the mirror, fixing her earrings. “You look like sin.”

“I feel like a mess.”

“That’s okay,” she said, handing me a shot. “We drink to that too.”

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'had to be alone to figure out how i should be loved'

The club was loud and hazy and full of people who didn’t know me—or worse, did. I felt their eyes. Some recognized me from campaigns. A few, maybe from F1 weekends. A handful, probably from Charles’ arm. But tonight I was no one’s anything. I was just me.

Kika pulled me to the dance floor with the kind of joy that only comes from a friend who knows exactly what you need and isn’t afraid to drag it out of you. We danced. I laughed—really laughed—for the first time in weeks.

Some guy tried to touch my waist. Kika practically hissed at him. “Not tonight, Romeo.”

A girl complimented my shoes. Another asked if I was the face of the Tom Ford campaign. We continued to dance until our legs hurt, until sweat made my hair stick to the back of my neck, until I could almost forget the aching hollowness in my chest.

Kika dragged me off the dance floor and into a quieter section of the VIP lounge. “You need water,” she said firmly. “And probably a fan.”

I flopped down onto one of the couches with a huff, head tilted back and the lights above making halos in my vision. I felt hazy. Not drunk—just overwhelmed. Light-headed from too many emotions and too little oxygen.

“YN?”

I blinked. The voice was familiar, warm, and just surprised enough to make me sit up straighter. Carlos.

He was standing a few feet away, wearing a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a slightly confused smile on his face. His hair was slightly messy, like he’d run his hands through it too many times. And he was holding two drinks.

“Kika?” he asked, eyes flicking between us. “What did you drag her into?”

Kika smirked. “Revenge clubbing.”

Carlos’ brows lifted. He looked at me again—really looked. And then it clicked. His face softened.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and careful.

“I’ve been better,” I admitted, adjusting the strap of Kika’s dress. “But I’ve also been worse.”

He hesitated for half a second, then walked over and held out one of the drinks. “This was supposed to be for Lando, but he left to flirt with someone, so…”

I accepted it with a small smile. “Thanks.”

Carlos didn’t sit, not at first. He just hovered there, like he wasn’t sure if he was invited or if I wanted space. But I didn’t.

“Sit,” I said, gesturing to the spot beside me.

He did. Kika glanced between us and then stood. “I’m gonna go powder my nose—or whatever people say when they want to let friends talk.”

She disappeared into the crowd. Carlos leaned back, sipping his drink. “So. You really ended it.”

I turned to him, startled. “You knew?”

He shrugged gently. “Charles hasn’t said anything. But I know him. And I know you. And I’ve been watching this… thing… with the three of you for a while. You didn’t look happy anymore.”

I stared at the ice melting in my glass.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “You deserve better than being someone’s background.”

I looked up at him. “Thanks. That’s… really kind.”

He gave me a crooked smile. “I’m Spanish. We’re either reckless or romantic. Or both.”

I laughed—actually laughed, surprising even myself.

Carlos tilted his head. “There she is.”

“What?”

“That smile. Haven’t seen it properly in a while.”

My heart tugged a little. Not in a romantic way—not yet, not tonight—but in that aching way you feel when someone really sees you.

“Wanna dance?” he asked suddenly.

I looked at him, brows raised. “You?”

“I’m not terrible,” he said with a mock-wounded pout. “And I figured… if anyone deserves to be spun around the floor like a queen tonight, it’s you.”

I paused for half a second. Then set down my drink.

“Let’s go.”

And when he pulled me toward the music, laughing as I rolled my eyes but let him lead anyway, I felt something click—not healing, not completely. But something warm. Something light.

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f1gossipgirls : Model YN LN was spotted in the club last night with none other than, Carlos Sainz. The two were seen dancing and sitting rather close in the club and then were seen leaving hand in hand. LN has been in a relationship with both Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux for over the last year but sources close say that their relationship has recently went south? Is this confirmation of that?

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username15 : they always had chemistry whenever they were spotted in group pics i KNEW IT

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Charles was half-asleep on the couch, phone in hand, the Monaco sunset bleeding into the living room. Alexandra sat cross-legged beside him, scrolling absentmindedly until she suddenly froze.

“Charles,” she said quietly, tone sharp with disbelief.

He barely looked up. “Hm?”

“Look at this.”

She turned her phone toward him. There it was — a grainy paparazzi photo, flash caught mid-motion- YN in a tiny black dress, smiling. Carlos Sainz beside her, hand in hers, leading her out of the club. Another shot, closer, of them dancing. Charles sat up fully now, taking the phone from her hands. His jaw clenched.

“I didn’t even know she was still in Monaco,” he muttered, voice low, unreadable.

Alexandra swallowed hard. “Did you see the caption? The comments?”

Charles nodded slowly, scrolling.

He exhaled, almost scoffing—but there was no humor in it.

“She really meant it. She is done."

Alexandra didn’t say anything. The air between them thickened, heavy with the realization they were both too late. And Carlos… Carlos had been right there to pick up the pieces. Charles handed her back the phone, but his eyes stayed locked on the screen, like if he stared hard enough, maybe she'd look back at him. She didn’t.

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yourusername : kika helped me build the furniture for my new apartment so i made her a romantic candlelit dinner ;) and carlos... he just looked pretty

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'you be on my phone talking 'bout what's my problem?'

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I opened the door and nearly tripped over the latest delivery. Another bouquet. Bigger this time. Deep red roses mixed with white lilies, tied together with a silk ribbon that had 'please read the card' scribbled in familiar handwriting. I stepped over it. The hallway was already crowded—vases on countertops, little gift bags lining the entryway, a Chanel box I hadn’t opened, and a coffee table book on Italian photography I hadn’t asked for but knew Charles had once said I’d love. I should’ve felt flattered. Wanted. I used to dream about gestures like this—grand, romantic, persistent. Now it just felt… too late. My phone buzzed on the counter again. The screen lit up.

Charles is calling...

I stared at it long enough for it to stop ringing. It buzzed again two minutes later. And against every instinct, every ache in my chest, I answered.

“Hello?”

Silence—just for a beat—and then-

“YN?”

His voice was so soft I nearly forgot how much it used to feel like home.

“Yeah,” I said, quietly.

“I—uh—I didn’t think you’d pick up.”

“I almost didn’t.”

I heard him exhale, like just hearing my voice knocked the breath out of him.

“How are you?” he asked, hesitant. “I mean… how’s the new place?”

“It’s good,” I said. “Kika helped me build furniture. Carlos made pasta.”

He didn’t reply at first, but I heard the tightness in the silence.

“You’ve been sending a lot of flowers,” I added.

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

I leaned against the counter, eyes on the newest bouquet.

“I didn’t leave because I wanted you to prove you cared, Charles,” I said gently. “I left because I was tired of begging to matter.”

“I know,” he said, voice low. “And I’m sorry. God, YN, I’m so sorry. We both are. We… we messed it all up.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “You did.”

There was a pause. A long one. He didn’t argue. He didn’t defend. For once, he didn’t try to fix it with charm or promises. I appreciated that.

“But I can’t… forgive you yet,” I said finally. “I’m not saying never. Just… not now.”

The silence on the other end was heavy.

“I understand,” he said softly. “But we’re not giving up. Me and Alex. We’re going to keep trying. Even if it takes time. Even if it hurts.”

I closed my eyes.

“I know you will,” I said. “But I don’t need flowers or gifts.”

“What do you need?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

“Space,” I said. “And maybe one day… honesty. Real honesty. About everything. About why it took me leaving for you to realize I was fading.”

He didn’t respond to that. He didn’t need to.

“Take care of yourself, Charles,” I murmured. “Goodbye.”

And then I hung up—gently. Not in anger. Not in heartbreak. Just… in peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I had the final word. And it was enough.

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'moving so close, we combust'

I hadn’t meant to walk this way. The bakery was muscle memory — early mornings, almond croissants, little old ladies who called me “chérie” and complimented my shoes. I’d forgotten it was their bakery too. I was halfway to the door, sunglasses pushed into my hair, when I saw her. Alexandra. Standing at the outdoor table, two empty coffee cups in front of her, phone in hand. She looked up at the sound of my steps — and froze. So did I. She was still beautiful, of course. The kind of beauty that felt timeless and cinematic. But her eyes looked tired, like sleep had been something optional lately. Or impossible. I thought about walking away. I didn’t.

“Hi,” I said softly, arms folded over my chest — not in defense, just to hold myself together.

Alexandra stood slowly, slipping her phone into her coat pocket.

“Hi.”

We stared at each other for a second too long.

“Blonde,” she finally said, her voice tight but not unkind. “It suits you.”

I gave her a small smile. “Thanks. New era.”

She nodded. “Yeah. I can tell.”

There was a pause. Monaco traffic buzzed behind us. Someone’s dog barked down the street. But everything felt muted.

“I’ve been meaning to call you,” she said. “I just… didn’t know what I’d say.”

“That I was right?” I offered, half a joke. Half a wound.

Alexandra winced — not dramatically, just a flicker. “Yeah. That too.”

I looked at her for a long time. I didn’t hate her. That was the strangest part. I loved her once. Maybe some part of me still did. But the hurt was louder.

“You didn’t fight for me when it mattered,” I said quietly. “Neither of you did.”

“I know,” she said, and her voice cracked just enough to make me look away.

“I don’t hate you,” I added. “I’m just done bleeding for people who only notice the mess after the fact.”

Alexandra nodded, swallowing hard.

“Carlos?” she asked softly.

I tilted my head. “Maybe. I’m not rushing anything. He’s… kind.”

A beat passed.

“I’m glad,” she said, and her smile — though fragile — looked real. “You deserve kind.”

I didn’t say thank you. I just gave a small nod, stepping past her toward the door.

“YN?” she called gently, just as I reached the handle.

I turned.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “For all of it.”

I didn’t answer right away. Then, simply- “I know.” And I walked inside, the door clicking shut behind me.

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Alexandra closed the front door behind her with a soft click, like anything louder might shatter the silence that already felt fragile. She didn’t take off her coat. Didn’t slip off her shoes. She just stood in the hallway, staring at the bouquet of slightly wilted flowers on the console table — the ones Charles had picked out last week. Another offering YN never accepted. Charles appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, brows furrowing the moment he saw her.

“Alex?”

She looked up, and that was all it took. The tears started before she could even speak. He rushed to her, towel dropping to the floor as he reached out, but she shook her head and stepped back, covering her mouth with one hand like she could hold everything in.

“I saw her,” she choked. “This morning. She was at the bakery.”

Charles froze. “YN?”

Alexandra nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks. “She looked so… good. Bright. Like she was breathing again. Like we were never anything but a bruise she already healed from.”

Charles didn’t say anything. He just stared at her, expression crumbling slowly with every word.

“I told her I was sorry,” Alexandra whispered, voice cracking. “And she said she knows. But she didn’t say she forgives us. She didn’t say she misses us. She didn’t even… flinch.”

Charles stepped forward then, gently pulling her into his arms. She collapsed against his chest, burying her face in his shirt as the sobs came harder now, heavy and guttural.

“I let her go,” Alexandra cried. “We let her go. We ignored her and she left, and now someone else is making her smile and we just—stood there.”

Charles’s arms tightened around her. “I know,” he whispered, eyes closed, his own throat burning. “I know.”

She pulled back, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, eyes searching his face.

“She’s not coming back, is she?”

He didn’t answer right away. Because he couldn’t lie.

“I don’t know,” he finally said. “But I don’t think she should—not until we’re better. Not until we’re someone who’d never make her feel that way again.”

Alexandra let out a shaky breath, wiping her face, her voice nothing but a whisper now.

“Then we have to become those people. Even if it’s too late.”

Charles looked at her — at the woman who once stood beside him as they promised the world to a third they thought they’d never lose. And for the first time in weeks, he nodded.

“We will.”

Even if it meant they’d have to love her from a distance. Even if it meant she never looked back.

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'is it too late for us? we both scared to love.'

I wasn’t sure what I expected—chaos, maybe. Nerves, definitely. But instead, the store buzzed with warmth. Friends wandered between racks, models sipped champagne, cameras clicked gently as people snapped photos of the collection I’d dreamt of for years. And at the center of it all- me. Standing in something I designed, something that carried my name on the tag. I kept waiting to feel like a fraud. I didn’t.

Kika had cried the second she walked in. She pulled me into a hug and whispered, “You did it,” in that proud, soft voice of hers, and I nearly cried too. She was still floating around now, chatting with a stylist near the window, holding one of the trench coats I had stitched the prototype of in a hotel room six months ago.

Carlos had arrived not long after. No entourage, no flash. Just him—warm, solid, smiling. He’d brought flowers wrapped in brown paper and joked that he’d read somewhere it was what sophisticated men brought to fashion launches. I hadn’t stopped smiling since. I was halfway through answering a question from someone with a clipboard when I felt it. That prickle. Like eyes on the back of my neck. I turned casually. Slowly. And there they were.

Charles and Alexandra.

They were standing by the far wall, mostly tucked behind a display of curated accessories. He had his hands in his pockets, brows faintly drawn like he didn’t know what to do with himself. She stood beside him, quiet, her expression unreadable but not cold.

They didn’t wave. Didn’t call out. They were just there. And somehow… I didn’t feel shaken. I didn’t feel anything jagged. I looked at them for a moment—long enough that Charles seemed to hold his breath. Then I smiled. Soft. Gentle. Distant, but real. He smiled back, just a twitch of the lips, like he was surprised I’d acknowledged them at all. Before I could think about it too much, an arm slipped around my waist and pulled me back into something warm and familiar.

Carlos.

“Hey,” he murmured into my ear. “You okay?”

I nodded, leaning into him instinctively. “Yeah. I am.”

He pressed a quick kiss to my temple before pulling back, hands still on my waist as he grinned at me.

“They’re all obsessed with you,” he said, motioning to the crowd. “You’ve got about six stylists fighting over that coat you’re wearing.”

I laughed, tension slipping off my shoulders like an old jacket.

“Let them fight,” I said.

Carlos chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

And when I looked back toward the wall, Charles and Alexandra were gone.

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Charles exhaled slowly as the door to the boutique shut behind them, the soft chime of the bell swallowed by the hum of the Monaco street. He stood still for a moment, eyes lingering on the shop’s glowing windows — on the movement inside, on her.

YN.

Laughing as someone held up a dress. Reaching for Carlos’s hand as he leaned in to whisper something. Shining. Alexandra didn’t speak. She stood beside him in silence, her coat wrapped tightly around her frame despite the warm air. She was staring at YN, too.

“She looked… happy,” Charles said finally, his voice rough.

“She is happy,” Alexandra answered softly, not bitter, not broken — just honest.

A beat passed.

“She saw us,” he added. “She smiled.”

Alexandra nodded, her throat tightening. “But not for us. Not like before.”

Charles dragged a hand through his hair, jaw clenched. “Do you think she hates us?”

“No,” Alexandra whispered. “But I think she learned how to live without us. And that’s worse.”

The words sat between them like weight. Inside the shop, YN had moved behind the counter. Carlos was helping her with a gift bag, their hands brushing. She laughed again — lighter this time. Effortless. Charles turned away from the window like it burned. His hands shook a little, just enough that Alexandra noticed.

“She was the best thing that ever happened to us,” he murmured. “And we ruined it.”

Alexandra stepped closer, looping her arm through his. “Then we fix it.”

He looked at her, searching her face.

“Even if she’s with him?”

Alexandra nodded. “Even then. If she’s happier without us, then we let her be. But if there’s even a chance she still loves us…”

“We fight,” Charles finished, voice firmer now.

Alexandra’s grip tightened. “We earn her back. Properly. No grand gestures. No noise. Just real change.”

Charles looked back at the store one last time — at YN glowing in a space she’d built with her own hands.

“She deserves that,” he said. “More than anyone.”

And though neither of them said it out loud, they both knew one thing for sure: They weren’t giving up. Not yet. Not ever.

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'and if it's just us, is that enough?'

The sun was relentless — Monaco golden, glinting off everything from garages to mirrored sunglasses. I adjusted my purse on my shoulder, the heel of my boot clicking steadily on the paddock concrete. Beside me, Carlos kept pace easily, hands in his pockets, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t talking much — he didn’t need to. It was in the way he tilted his head when someone looked too long, in the way he shifted slightly closer when we walked past cameras. Protective without being possessive. Soft without asking for anything in return.

We turned a corner, and I spotted them instantly, Kika, standing with one foot popped in front of the other like the natural model she is, and Lily beside her in a red midi skirt and dark shades, waving me over like I wasn’t surrounded by half the media circuit.

“There she is,” Lily grinned, pulling me into a hug. “You’re literally glowing. Like — did heartbreak make you stronger or are you just sleeping now?”

“Both,” I laughed, squeezing her back. “Also Carlos brought me espresso this morning, which honestly rewired my brain chemistry.”

Carlos chuckled behind me. “Just doing my part.”

Kika leaned in with a grin, brushing hair from my shoulder. “The top is from your line, isn’t it?”

“Obviously,” I winked.

We were still mid-catch-up when I felt the shift. Like a shadow casting across bright fabric. Like silence that doesn’t belong. I turned — slowly — already knowing. Alexandra.

She stood a few feet away, hands clenched around the strap of her bag, eyes flicking between me and Carlos before landing on mine and staying there.

“Hi,” she said, voice soft but steady.

Lily glanced at me, then Carlos. Kika took a subtle step back, as if ready to deflect any unwanted energy, but I held up a hand. Just a flick of my fingers. It was fine. Not comfortable. But fine.

“Hi,” I said, not unkindly.

Her gaze darted toward Carlos again, then back. “Can I talk to you?” she asked, barely above a whisper. “Alone?”

Carlos shifted beside me, hesitant, but I touched his arm lightly.

“It’s okay,” I murmured.

He nodded once, catching my eye. “I’ll be in the garage.”

I watched him go — the back of his Williams polo disappearing into the crowd — and then turned to Alexandra fully. The silence between us was thick. Not angry, not awkward. Just… heavy. Like memory.

Alexandra’s eyes brimmed with something close to hope and heartache. She looked like she wanted to fall apart and apologize a hundred times over, all at once.

“I’m not here to push you,” she said, voice quiet. “I just… miss you. We both do. I know we handled everything horribly. I just wanted you to know I’ve been working on that. I’ve been trying.”

I let out a slow breath, my gaze dropping to the ground for a second before returning to her. She wasn’t lying. That much I could feel.

“I know,” I said gently. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t hate you. I never did.”

Her lip trembled slightly. “Then maybe… maybe we could talk sometime? Not now. Just… whenever you’re ready. About everything. Or nothing. I’d just like to see you. Really see you.”

I hesitated — not because I didn’t want that. But because I was still learning how to not give all of myself away too quickly.

Still, something in me softened. That ache, the unfinished thread that tied us together, tugged gently at my ribs.

“Okay,” I said finally. “We can talk. Not today. But… soon.”

Alexandra’s eyes lit up just a little. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “I mean it.”

She didn’t move to hug me. She didn’t try to push it further. She just smiled — small, real, a little broken — and whispered, “Thank you.”

And when I turned to walk back toward Kika and Lily, Carlos already standing there with a patient smile on his face, I felt the strange calm of forward motion.

I wasn’t going backward. But maybe — just maybe — I didn’t have to pretend like nothing had ever mattered.

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'i just wanna be loved

and loving you sucks

i can't get enough

is it bad that i want more?

is it too late for us?'

It started with a message from Kika. Just a simple, 'Wear something nice. No questions. I’m picking you up at 7.'

I stared at the text for a full minute, considering ignoring it — considering staying on the couch in Carlos’ hoodie and watching reruns of New Girl and pretending I didn’t feel the weight in my chest. But something in the quiet confidence of her words, something in the way she'd never pushed before, made me pause. So I got dressed.

Nothing too much. Just a silky navy dress that I hadn’t worn in a while and a soft makeup look. Hair pinned loosely back. Like I wanted to feel like myself, not someone trying too hard. The car ride was mostly silent. Kika just smiled at me when I asked where we were going, and I gave up trying to guess.

Until we pulled up outside a quiet little art gallery tucked off a side street in Monaco. The lights inside were dim, warm, golden. A soft piano track was playing — live, I realized, as we stepped inside and I saw a man sitting at a baby grand in the corner. And then I saw them.

Charles. Alexandra.

Standing at the center of the gallery like they were holding their breath. The instinct was to leave. To turn on my heel and walk back into the night where I could control the narrative, keep my heart zipped up in the steel-walled suitcase I’d packed it into. But then I looked around.

The gallery wasn’t just any gallery. The walls were covered in photographs. Of me. Not paparazzi shots. Not campaign stills. But moments.

Private, quiet ones. Me laughing in a car window. Me curled up on a couch with a book. My hand slipping into Alexandra’s under a blanket. My head on Charles’ shoulder backstage at a shoot. A polaroid of all three of us in the kitchen at two a.m., flour on our faces and smiles in our eyes.

All framed. All lit delicately. A hundred memories arranged like an apology. I swallowed hard.

“This was Alexandra’s idea,” Charles said first. His voice cracked slightly, and that made my throat ache.

“I helped,” he added, trying for a smile. “But she… she planned everything.”

I turned to Alexandra. Her eyes were glassy, but her voice was steady.

“I didn’t know how else to show you,” she said. “That we see you. That we remember every moment. That we’re not trying to erase what we did wrong — just to prove we can be better.”

I looked at the photo nearest to me. It was from last summer. Me in a sundress, barefoot on the terrace, holding a drink and laughing like the world was soft and mine.

“I don’t need grand gestures,” I whispered, not taking my eyes off the photo. “I needed you to listen. And for so long, you didn’t.”

“I know,” Alexandra said, her voice breaking.

“We know,” Charles echoed, stepping forward. “We were selfish. And we hurt you. And we kept hurting you, even when we didn’t realize it. But YN… we never stopped loving you.”

“I thought I stopped loving you,” I admitted, voice thick. “I really did. I needed to.”

“And now?” Charles asked gently.

I turned toward them. Both of them. Alexandra had tears on her cheeks. Charles’ hands were shaking at his sides.

“Now… I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Part of me still aches. Part of me still wants to run. But there’s also a part of me that… that sees this. That sees what you’re trying to do. And I don’t want to keep pretending like none of it mattered. Because it did. You did.”

Alexandra stepped forward, slowly, like I was made of glass.

“We’re not asking you to come back,” she said. “Not yet. Maybe not ever. We just… we wanted you to know you were worth this. You are worth this.”

I let the words sit between us.

Then I said, “I don’t want to go back to what we were. But maybe… maybe we can try something new. Slowly. Carefully.”

Charles exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for months.

“We’ll go as slow as you want,” he said. “We’ll wait as long as you need.”

I looked at them — both of them. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself believe in the possibility of something gentle again.

“I’m not promising anything,” I said, lips trembling. “But I’m here.”

Alexandra reached out, hesitating, then carefully took my hand. Charles followed, his fingers brushing mine softly like he was afraid I’d disappear. And under the soft lights of a gallery full of memories, I didn’t run. I stayed. Maybe not to fall back into love. But maybe, just maybe… to rebuild it.

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parings: lando x cowgirl unnamed fem! character (faceclaim bella hadid)

summary: the mclaren team gets taken to a rodeo ahead of the austin grand prix. lando takes the saying; “save a horse, ride a cowboy” a little too literally. let’s take Jesus off the dashboard, he’s got enough on his mind.

warnings: 18+ smut!!, car sex (it’s crime don’t do it), unprotected p in v (also don’t do this), one night stand, lando in a cowboy hat, hickeys, spitting, praise, size kink? kind of, lando has a thing for making her cry (in a good way), social media posts towards the end

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a/n: i’m a born and raised texan so don’t come for me with the stereotypes in this LET ME DREAM

Sweat coated his skin as they walked, the road cracked and uneven as they made their way up to the exposition center turned rodeo. It was Zak’s idea, a bonding experience he said for Lando and Oscar even though that was completely unnecessary. They probably spent too much time together as is.

Their boss smiled at them, already sun burnt a bit as they got closer and closer to the blaring country music. “You can’t get a more American experience than this!”

Lando and Oscar looked at each other for a moment before shaking their heads, smiling despite how ridiculous this all seemed. Lando had no interest in watching animals run around in dirt while shitty music blared through speakers all the while someone’s beer might be spilling on him. Then again, maybe he was being cynical and the South was about to be full of surprises.

The whole venue was crowded, making it seem even hotter despite the setting Texas sun. There was a carnival going on as well, a good chunk of people still running around playing games or going on rides. The other half were pouring through the large open doors, the Mclaren Formula One team being a part of it.

It was loud, the metal ceiling and walls echoing the sound of music and people talking and shouting. It was lively, he could admit that. Maybe it would even be fun drunk, but that was a big no go in regard to the rule book of a race weekend.

Someone met them near the entrance, a man who clearly worked with the venue based on the obvious cowboy get up he had on. Boots, hat, the whole thing. Zak did most of the talking while Lando and Oscar looked around curiously, watching as people bustled about and waving at those who recognized them.

Eventually they were led to a section close to the floor, front row seats to all the action. Neither driver really knew what to expect, but the very last thing Lando was anticipating was seeing the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on riding out on horseback.

He was awestruck immediately, his eyes not leaving her as she made her way around the perimeter, smiling and waving as she went. Fuck, she was stunning. Her skin was tan and glowing, her grin bright and brown hair tucked loosely under a cowboy hat. He felt his heart skip a beat as she got closer and closer to where he was sitting, and Lando became acutely aware of himself as he leaned his elbows against the railing. Hoping he didn’t look like a dumbass and for once hoping he didn’t look too British.

Would she even be interested in an Englishman? The thoughts running through his head were ridiculous but everything seemed to go mute as she passed right by him. Tipping her hat down and sending him a wink before the horse continued on its path.

“Careful mate, I think you’re drooling.” Oscar laughed from next to him, nudging him knowingly.

“Shut up, Osc.” Lando barely spared his teammate a glance before he tracked his gaze back to her. Watching in awe as she did whatever the hell she was doing, maneuvering the horse expertly around obstacles, dirt kicking up around her but her face didn’t give anything away but pure determination and focus. He’d never seen anything so graceful.

The rest of the night he kept an eye on her whenever he was able to, his gaze flicking up to the big screen to catch her name anytime she was shown on camera. When she laughed at something her friend said, her head thrown back and eyes crinkling, he thought the earth was opening up underneath him with the desperation to hear the sound of it.

When the rodeo was over, Oscar just about had to drag him away from the railing to get him to leave. “I’m sure this is how your fans feel,” the Australian joked, not at all bothered by the glare Lando was throwing his way.

“I’m not her fan. Merely an admirer.”

“And I'm sure that’s the mindset all your fans have. Besides,” he gestured to where a decently large group of men were waiting near the exit at the back of the expo center shouting her name. “Seems she already has groupies.”

Lando ticked his jaw, not seeing how waiting around would help them at all. He didn’t want to pull the I’m an F1 driver card because then he’d come off like a complete arse. So, cutting his losses he followed everyone else and headed into downtown Austin to find a bar to attend.

Not that he saw the point given; no drinking.

The music was even louder in the bar that was also combined with that he knew very little about like line dancing. Mulling over his water as he scrolled through his phone, he hesitated for a moment before typing her name into instagram.

“Christ,” he muttered. Every time he saw her she seemed to get prettier.

He debated on following her but he knew someone somewhere would take notice and spin it into something it’s not. Even if he wished there was something to blow out of proportion.

Someone bumped his arm and his thumb hit the follow button.

Lando blinked at his phone for a moment, watching her follow count tick up by one and he squeezed his eyes shut. Letting out a sigh he shoved his phone back in his pocket, no point in undoing that hiccup given she’d see the notification. Some small part of himself, or maybe a larger portion, wanted her to take notice. Take an interest, and maybe follow him back. Hell, he’d beg the universe for a DM if he had to.

Oscar appeared and gestured with a hand, smiling as if he knew something. “Look who it is.”

Following his friend’s gaze, Lando looked around before his eyes fell on what Oscar was looking so fucking smug about.

There she was, barely twenty feet away and leaning against the bar. Her smile was contagious as she talked with her friends animatedly with her hands.

“Go and talk to her.”

Lando spun around, looking at Oscar as if he just suggested he commit suicide. “What?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Since when are you nervous when it comes to girls? Just go and say hi.”

“I’ll look like a stalker who followed her here from the rodeo.”

“Right, like she even remembers seeing you.”

Lando's hands went to cover his heart, his features warped into offense. “Ouch, Osc. Low blow.”

The Aussie was hearing none of it as he lightly took hold of Lando’s hoodie and shoved him in her direction. “Thank me later.”

His annoyance wasn’t all that genuine, in fact he was thankful for the shove of encouragement as he made his way over to her. Fuck, was his hair alright? Did he smell bad? He’d been sweating all day. He hadn’t even talked to her yet and she had his mind reverting back into his insecure teenage self.

She caught his eye before he was too close, recognition flashing briefly across her face as her friends continued to talk. Her smile slipped into something more sultry- more knowing. Like she knew exactly why he was here. He wouldn’t be surprised if she got approached a lot, she was stunning.

He came to a stop, her friends' voices slowly fading into silence as they all looked at him. The air tense and a bit awkward but he forced a casual laugh. “Hi.”

Was that really all he had?

She bit her bottom lip, clearly amused by him before he was finally graced by the sound of her voice. “Howdy.”

Even that was heavenly.

“Do people here really say that?” Stupid non flirtatious things were pouring out of his mouth.

Her and her friends laughed, looking at him as if he was a court jester and he wanted to punch Oscar next time he saw him.

“Do you really say cheerio?”

This time he laughed, feeling more relaxed and he shook his head. “No, I don’t at least.”

Her pale green eyes slated to her friends for a moment, something silent passing between them and before he knew it they were alone. She gestured her head for him to come and stand beside her and Lando obliged like a lovesick puppy.

She leaned in close, the smell of her perfume mixed with polished leather was addictive and he wanted to bottle up the scent and keep it forever. “For the record,” she began, her accent light but noticeable. “I do say howdy as a greeting.”

He grinned at her, leaning down to match the level of her gaze and her slight whisper. “It’s cute.”

Her eyes flicked over his face, taking in his features and for the briefest moment her gaze danced over his lips. Making him feel dizzy and he wondered what the woman was doing to him.

She leaned back slightly and took a sip of her drink. “I saw you at the rodeo earlier.”

“I’m glad I’m memorable.”

“You’re hard to miss. You don’t exactly scream you’re from the south. Especially wearing this when it’s almost a hundred out.” She tugged lightly at the string of his hoodie, her lips pulled back in a playful smile and he wished he could just grab her and kiss her. The thought was overwhelming but he had to remind himself not to be an absolute creep.

“Well, it seems the stars are aligning then. I was hoping I’d get to run into you at some point.”

“You sure you didn’t stalk me Mr. Norris?”

He blinked at her. “You know who I am?”

Her cheeks were dusted a rosy pink as she waved her phone at him, his instagram page glowing at him and he shut his eyes. “That was an accident and a coincidence that you happened to be here.”

“Aw, and here I was being flattered.” She scrolled through his page, a giggle leaving her as she came across a picture of him in the ocean with mud all over his face and wearing a pair of sunglasses.

“No, don’t look-“ he tried to cover her screen with his hand but she took hold of his wrist and playfully shoved him away.

“This is golden.” She laughed. “This is what millionaires get up to?”

“You’re looking at all the wrong pictures.” He tried to reason, surely blushing as he made to cover her phone again and she pushed him away, this time with her hip and he felt his mind slip into a numbness that craved her touch again. She was pressed against him now, laughing for another moment before she eventually followed him back.

Her back pressed against his chest, turning to look at him over her shoulder and flashing the screen at him. “There.”

He looked down at her and completely ignored the phone, one hand falling to her waist absentmindedly as his other arm kept him upright against the counter of the bar. Her face was so close and he took in every minute detail. The way her skin glowed, dusted with a faint blush. Her nose was adorable and long lashes fanned out over her glowing eyes.

She was breathtaking.

The feeling of pure want coursed through every nerve in his body, acutely aware of the pressure of her against him. Her jeans tight around her hips and thighs before beginning to flare out and her top was snug fitting and complimented her wonderfully.

His grip on her waist tightened and he heard her breath hitch as she blinked up at him, her pupils blown wide and the smile that stretched his lips was anything but innocent.

Lando had her.

They barely made it into the back seat of her truck before his mouth was colliding with hers in a way that was almost violent as they fell back onto the seats. Lando settled himself between her legs, grinding against her in a way that was shattering his sanity second by second.

Her nails raked up from his neck and into his hair, a groan escaping him and being swallowed up by her mouth. She tasted sweet and had the faint taste of whiskey on her tongue, utterly maddening and he would never get enough of it.

“Take this damn thing off,” she managed to say between bites and kisses, tugging impatiently at his hoodie.

He smiled into the kiss, his hands blindly taking hold of the hem of the fabric before breaking away for a moment to rip it over his head. The truck was a bit cramped but he’d make it work, his mind was consumed by her at the moment and he wanted this to last for an eternity.

Her nails dragged down his body, letting out a content sigh as she took in the sight of his tanned skin and muscle, her fingers hooking into the belt loops of his trousers and the way she looked up at him would’ve been enough to send him over the edge. The sight was heavenly and the innocent look to her in that moment as her brown hair fanned out around her like a nimbus was devastating.

Lando reached forward and took hold of her cowboy hat that had gotten knocked off and placed it on his head, sending her a wink.

When a mewling sound left the back of her throat he raised a brow at her and he felt his cock get impossibly harder. Lando smiled down at her knowingly as he began to undo his belt. “Is this really doing it for you, darling?”

Her eyes nearly looked black with desire as her gaze trailed up from what his hands were doing to his face. “You have no fucking idea.”

He tugged his belt off and tossed it to the side, but before he worked on undressing himself further his fingers danced out and began undoing each button of her too tight shirt. Her breasts had already been tugging at the seams so when he popped one open they practically spilled out for him. No bra and on display and the sound that left him felt primal.

Lando needed her. All of her. Everywhere and every second of the day. If he could have her the way he wanted as he pleased he even considered fucking her in the middle of the paddock if she let him.

His fingers trailed down further and made easy work of her belt and zipper before he leaned back and took hold of each of her legs to rest them on his shoulders. “Lift up for me, baby.”

She didn’t hesitate as she lifted her hips for him and the immediate submissiveness made his mind melt into a puddle of pure desire. He tugged her boots off and then her jeans, and when the sight of her lacy white underwear graced his vision he suddenly wished they would’ve had the patience to get to the hotel.

“Fuck, I bet you taste incredible.”

But there was simply no room. He half debated on saying fuck it and bring her to the bed of the truck so he could ruin her in every way he was dreaming about, but that would probably lead to an arrest and a very unhappy meeting with the team and stewards.

“Please.” Her tone was needy, desperate even as she lifted her hips to him in an attempt to get her closer. There was already a damp spot appearing and Lando wanted to take her away and keep her to himself for the rest of his life.

“Where have you been all my life?” He sighed, his fingers dancing down her thighs and delighting in the way she trembled against his touch. “Tell me what you need.”

She bit her lip so hard he thought it might bleed and his hands dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, earning himself a moan from the back of her throat. “Use your words, baby. I need to hear you.”

“Fuck me, please.” She yanked his hips flush against hers by his belt loops. “And please lord, keep that hat on.”

His grin was wicked as he leaned down to capture her lips again, open mouthed and sloppy. His tongue dancing against hers and exploring, teeth clinking together as he pulled himself out from his trousers and used his other hand to tug her underwear to the side.

Lando never skipped foreplay but he was desperate and so was she. Not to mention she was practically dripping already and when the tip of his cock rubbed against her entrance and clit he shuddered as she let out a gasp, her nails digging into his back.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, darling.”

“Please,” she choked out, pulling him even closer by the back of his neck and kissing him.

When Lando sank into her till his hips were flush against hers he knew he finally found salvation. Purpose is what it felt like. The missing part of his life that he hadn’t even been aware of but now made him whole. He groaned into her mouth, matching her moan.

She was so warm and tight, the muscles of her cunt clenching around him. “You take me so well,” he ground out as he pulled his hips back and watched as he sunk back into her pussy slowly. The sight was other worldly. He wanted to film it but he was now determined that this would not be the last time he had his way with her.

She grinded her hips against him, matching his agonizingly slow rhythm and trying to get more. More satisfaction and he laughed at her desperation before burying his face in her neck, sucking and biting as he continued the slow pace.

“Lando, harder.” She gasped out, clutching at his shoulder with one hand while her other twined in the curly hair at the nape of his neck that was peaking out from under the cowboy hat.

He pulled back, teeth tugging at her skin before he released it with a pop. He got a little carried away, a hickey on her neck already forming but he couldn’t find himself to care as he got lost in the sensation of her cunt around his cock. She was perfectly made for him.

His hands pressed into the seat on either side of her head. “Open.” His tone was sharp and her lips parted immediately at the command. He smiled as he let saliva drip from his tongue and into her mouth, not giving her a moment to get a grip on reality before he then spit on her at the exact same time he pulled his hips back and snapped them hardly forward, burying his cock even deeper inside her.

She let out a cry, pleasure mixing with pain as he brushed against her cervix before pulling back and dragging against her g-spot, only to repeat the process over and over again. Bending her knees up so he could get a better angle, his thrusts brutal and being driven mad by the sound of his name being cried from her lips.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he said through heavy pants, watching her unravel beneath him and when his eyes caught sight on her naval the sound that left him didn’t even sound like himself.

Lando could see the outline of his cock as he fucked her, her smaller and skinnier size making it easier. “Oh fuck, you’re gonna kill me, baby. Look at you.” He pressed a hand gently to her stomach, feeling himself thrust in and out.

She bucked against him at the added sensation, tears streaming from her eyes and leaving pretty trails of mascara down her cheeks.

“Lando, oh my god—“ a scream left her as his other hand began rubbing tight circles into her clit. “I’m gonna—“

“Do you want to come on my cock, darling?”

She nodded, words lost on her and Lando knew he was on the verge of crashing as well. Feeling each of his nerves winding tightly. “Why don’t we come together, can you do that for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Please.”

“Such a good girl,” he praised, his tone soft. A complete antithesis to the almost violent pace of his cock slamming into her.

He switched the direction of his fingers on her clit. “Now, darling.”

Not a moment later she was convulsing against him, her cunt clamping down in his cock and Lando groaned out her name as he threw his head back, his cum filling her up nicely as the muscles in his stomach clenched. Sweat was coating both their bodies, all the windows completely fogged up and he felt delirious as he collapsed on top of her, settling comfortably between her hips and still buried inside of her.

He could both feel and hear her rapid heart beat, her warm breath coating the side of his neck as she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

“God, I love the English,” she muttered breathlessly against him and he laughed, loving the way she fit so snugly against him.

“And I’m in love with this form of southern hospitality.”

She snorted, the sound heartbreakingly adorable and he never wanted to let go of her. “All I said to you was howdy.”

He turned his face to hers, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “Say y’all.”

She raised a brow at him but complied. “Y’all?”

He groaned and kissed her through her laughter. “I’m done for.”

Eventually, and not with any thrill, he had to pull out of her and she shivered as he did so. Picking up his discarded hoodie from the floor, he gestured for her to sit up. “Lift your arms,” his voice was soft and his heart clenched as she smiled at him, doing as told.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him but he felt like he was struck by cupid’s arrow or something. Lando didn’t want this night to end and he wanted to see her tomorrow. And the next day, and the next. He wanted her by his side till he was rotting away in the earth.

He needed to thank Oscar next time he saw him.

Slipping the hoodie on her, he brushed the hair out of her eyes and dusted his thumbs over her cheekbones as he cradled her face. The air was quiet but not tense, a comfortable silence and he sighed slightly through his nose.

“What?” She asked, her brows furrowed and her smile timid. A bit shy despite the events that just unfolded.

“Would it be mental to ask you to come to the race this weekend?”

His eyes caught her tongue as it darted out to wet her lips, which were slowly forming into a grin. “I would love to, but I don’t know anything about it.”

He shrugged, pulling her in gently by hooking a finger into the collar of his hoodie she was wearing. “Just cheer for car number four and I’ll be on top of the world.”

She bit her lip, eyes searching his before she nodded. “Okay, but I want to do something for you.”

“You don’t need to—“

“It’ll be fun.” She reached her hands up and straightened the cowboy hat on his head. “Besides I haven’t seen enough of you dressed like this yet.”

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landonorris am i doing this right?

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userone: THIS IS EVERYTHING

youruser: you are definitely doing this right

landonorris: taught by the best

oscarpiastri: i’m still waiting on a thank you

landonorris: shut up

usertwo: i need to know the tea

userthree: AND WHOS THE GIRL???

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f1wags oh? who’s this? potentially a new wag spotted in the paddock this weekend at the usgp and rooting for lando norris!! some sources say they were seen together afterward, but nothing is set in stone yet! pictured is; youruser

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userone: OH MY GOD THEY WOULD LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER

usertwo: right?? i hope it’s true

userthree: lando dating a cowgirl is not something i knew i needed

userfour: ew? really? not an american LMAO

userfive: she’s literally stunning what do you mean

usersix: the way she was screaming and cheering for him has me SOBBING she already seems so supportive

userseven: everyone needs to chill we don’t even know if they’re together, just because they follow one another doesn’t mean anything

usereight: you must be fun at parties

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usertwo: oh my god?? all the wags liking it???

userthree: CHAT PLS I NEED HER AND LANDO TO BE REAL

userfour: he’s been seen in texas NUMEROUS times over the break istg i think they are dating

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usertwo: I KNEW IT

carlossainz55: the black and white made me think she had passed

youruser: i thought i missed my own funeral

landonorris: i hate you both

userthree: IM LOSING MY MIND WKSKSJW

userfour: he looks so happy IM SOBBING

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velmiraa · 3 months ago

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BEAUTY INDICATORS IN NATAL CHART

✦ Hi there!I did a little poll asking whether you’d prefer a post on fame indicators or beauty indicators in astrology, and beauty ended up getting more love — so I put together a post all about that.

Just keep in mind — beauty is subjective and influenced by many factors beyond astrology. Still, these indicators often show up in the charts of people widely admired for their looks or charm. Also, these are just my personal observations, so feel free to share more beauty indicators in the comments!

I will analyze the asteroids in my next post! Hope you enjoy it!

PLANETS & POINTS

1. Venus – the planet of beauty, love, and aesthetics

Strong Venus (e.g., in Taurus, Libra, or Pisces) – enhances beauty, grace, and charm. The beauty of these three signs are very different tho. Taurus brings sexy and seductive beauty, Libra brings elegant and noble beauty, Pisces brings ethereal, mysterious and dreamy beauty.

Venus in the 1st house – beautiful appearance, charm that’s obvious to others.

Venus conjunct or near Ascendant – one of the strongest beauty aspects, often seen in people considered physically attractive. Of course it depends on the aspects that Venus has too but most of the times even if their faces are not that symmetrical, they have this elegant/beautiful/charming aura in them. Venus conjunct ASC – often seen in celebrities like: Angelina Jolie, Cameron Diaz (Cancer – captivating eyes); Bella Hadid, Charlize Theron (Virgo – clean, sharp elegance); Rihanna (Aries – bold and fierce beauty); Beyonce (Libra-elegant beauty), Selena Gomez (in Leo, they often radiate that ‘IT girl’ or ‘IT guy’ energy), Sandra Bullock (in Gemini, these folks mostly look cunning/smart/young), Aamir Khan (in Pisces, these folks have enchanted/impressive eyes just like Neptune conjunct ASC). This aspect often brings striking beauty. Men with Venus conjunct the Ascendant often have soft, elegant features, a fashion-forward sense, or an appreciation for art and aesthetics. E.g. Jude Law (in Sagittarius). Folks that have this aspect in Scorpio look so sexy and mysterious at the same time.

Venus in aspect to Moon – adds softness, femininity, emotional appeal. Hard aspects also count.

Venus in aspect to Jupiter – generosity, charm, attractive energy. Again, hard aspects also count. E.g. Mila Kunis and Monica Bellucci (Venus-Jupiter square).

2. Ascendant (Rising Sign) – how others see you physically

Libra, Taurus, Pisces, or Leo Rising – often associated with symmetrical, attractive, or artistically appealing features.

Ruling planet of Ascendant well-placed or dignified – enhances physical presence and magnetism. E.g. If you are a Gemini/Virgo rising with an exalted Mercury (in Gemini or Virgo), in 1st/3rd /5th/7th/10th/11th house, and has aspects with Venus, Jupiter or Neptune, the likelihood of your beauty increases. This beauty will most likely be youthful, smart, clean (with Virgo) looking beauty. I’m a Gemini rising with Mercury in Virgo, at the end of 4th/beginning of 5th and my Mercury trines with Neptune. People always tell me I look so young, around 23-24 even though I’m already 30 lol.

Venus Trine, or Sextile Ascendant – Enhances physical beauty, grace, and pleasant facial features. E.g. Ariana Grande (Capricorn Rising with strong Taurus Venus), Britney Spears (Libra Rising), Mark Hamill (Capricorn rising with Virgo Venus-when I tell you it generally gives a beauty just like a woman has, I guess you got the meaning), Natalie Portman (Sco rising with Cancer Venus), Jennifer Lawrence (Sag rising with Leo Venus).

3. Moon – face, femininity, softness

Moon in 1st house or near/conjunct ASC-Pure, innocent, or soulful beauty. Their eyes may be especially expressive. There's a gentleness and softness in their appearance or aura. E.g. Henry Cavill (Aquarius), Scarlett Johansson (Scorpio-Sag), Miranda Kerr(Cancer), Michael Jackson (Pisces), Kirsten Dunst( Leo), Jackie Chan (Gemini), Kate Winslet (Libra), Katie Holmes(Leo), Rihanna (Aries), Audrey Hepburn (Aqua-Pisces), Katy Perry (Sco), Taylor Lautner (Taurus), Mariah Carey (Cancer), Bella Hadid (Virgo), Kendall Jenner(Pisces-Aries).

Moon in Taurus/Libra or Cancer – soft features, nurturing energy, feminine appeal.

Moon-Venus or Moon-Neptune aspects – dreamy, gentle, emotional beauty. E.g.:Emma Stone (Moon-Venus conj. in Libra + squares Neptune); Keanu Reeves (Venus-Moon Conj. in Cancer+ trines Neptune); Brad Pitt (Venus-Moon conj. in Cap+ sextiles Neptune); Rihanna (Venus-Moon conj. in Aries+ squares Neptune); Blake Lively (Venus-Moon conj. in Virgo); Halle Berry (Cancer Venus conjuncts Leo Moon ); Kendall Jenner (Moon Venus trine + Neptune sextiles both of them); Will Smith (Moon conj. Neptune in Scorpio); Justin Timberlake (Moon conj. Neptune in Sag).

4. Neptune – ethereal, mysterious beauty

Neptune conjunct/near Ascendant – dreamy, otherworldly appearance, alluring presence. These individuals often have fairy-like, dreamy features with mystical eyes — often light or blue in color. Also they look good on photos. E.g. Sebatian Stan (Sag), Dakota Johnson (Cap), Naomi Watts (Scorpio), Zac Efron (Cap), Marilyn Monroe(Leo), Ariana Grande(Cap), Kim Kardashian (in Sag), Adriana Lima (Sag), Anne Hathaway (Sag), Mila Kunis (Sag), Kylie Jenner(Cap), Nicole Kidman(Sco)

Neptune-Venus aspects – magnetic, enchanting, creative beauty. E.g. Hugh Jackman-Matt Damon-Demi Moore-Miley Cyrus (Venus Neptune conj. in Scorpio), Rose Leslie-Michael B. Jordan-Meg Ryan (Venus-Neptune conj. in Cap), Gigi Hadid (Neptune-Venus sextile), Hailey Bieber-Gal Gadot (Venus-Neptune square), Zendaya (Venus-Neptune opposition), Kylie Jenner (Venus Neptune trine).

5. Jupiter – amplifies whatever it touches

Jupiter in the 1st house – attractive aura, warmth, sometimes a larger-than-life presence.Brings a healthy, attractive glow. E.g. Margot Robbie (Cancer).

Jupiter-Venus – charm, luck in love and social graces. Trines: Kit Harington(water), Emma Stone(air), Emilia Clarke(water), Blake Lively(earth-fire), Tom Hiddleston(air) , Emma Watson(water). Conjunctions: Scarlett Johansson(Cap), J. Rhys Meyers (Gemini), Austin Butler(Leo-Virgo), Demi Lovato (Virgo), Beyonce ( Libra), Jennifer Lawrence (Leo), Anne Hathaway (Sco), Halle Berry (Cancer). Opposition: Jennifer Anniston.

6.Pluto-Magnetic Beauty

Pluto conjunct or near ASC- These folks are mostly hypnotic, mysterious, powerful, even if they can’t explain why. Their beauty may not be “traditional,” but it’s deeply captivating — there’s a dark allure to them.

They can intimidate and attract people at the same time — like a siren call. They have piercing or intense eyes and a serious or watchful expression even when relaxed. E.g. Leonardo Dicaprio (Libra), Keanu Reeves (Virgo), Kate Winslet (Libra), Al Pacino (Leo), Jack Nicholson (Leo-Cancer), Katy Perry (Scorpio), Justin Bieber (Scorpio), Kurt Cobain (Virgo), George W. Bush (Leo), Beyonce (Libra).

HOUSE PLACEMENTS

1st House – the body and how others see you

Venus, Neptune, or Moon in the 1st – physical attractiveness or softness in looks.

Sun in the 1st – radiant, noticeable, strong presence.

5th House – self-expression and allure

Planets here can show natural flirtiness and charm.

Venus or Moon in the 5th – romantic beauty, playful and artistic expression.

7th House – attraction and how others relate to you

Venus in the 7th – magnetic, people are drawn to you, beauty in partnerships.

Neptune in the 7th – people idealize you, see you as dreamy or ethereal.

10th House- how public sees you

Venus in the 10th House – Public admiration and a well-groomed appearance. Others see you as elegant or attractive, especially in your career.

Neptune in the 10th House- They might be known for their aesthetic, artistic, or spiritual presence — People may see them as angelic, graceful, elegant, or dreamy. E.g. Monica Bellucci.

FIXED STARS ASSOCIATED WITH BEAUTY

Regulus (Leo 29°50’) – Associated with charisma and royal beauty. E.g. Dua Lipa has Sun-Venus conjunction at the degree of Regulus.

Aldebaran (Gemini 9° 47’) – Enhances attractiveness with striking features. E.g. Marilyn Monroe and Heidi Klum have Sun conjunct Aldebaran.

Spica (Libra 23° 52’) – Brings grace, charm, and refinement. E.g. Kendrick Lamar has ASC conjunct Spica.

ASPECTS TO NOTE

Venus conjunct, sextile, or trine Ascendant – very strong beauty indicator.

Venus conjunct Moon, Jupiter, or Neptune – graceful, warm, or dreamy beauty.

Sun-Venus – radiance and magnetic charm.

Mercury-Venus – cute, youthful, witty beauty.

BONUS: SIGNS OF BEAUTY

Some signs are associated with beauty more than others due to their ruling planets:

Libra (ruled by Venus): symmetry, elegance (Beyonce has strong Libra placements)

Taurus (ruled by Venus): earthy, natural charm (E.g. Gigi Hadid and Jessica Alba have strong Taurus placements)

Pisces (ruled by Neptune): dreamy, soft, poetic looks (Kurt Cobain, Lily Collins, Jensen Ackles have strong Pisces placements.)

Leo (ruled by the Sun): radiant, striking (E.g. Selena Gomez has strong Leo placements)

Gemini (ruled by Mercury): youthful, lively (E.g. Kylie Minogue and Heidi Klum have strong placements)

That’s it, guys! See you in my next post!

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charmedreincarnation · 10 months ago

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MAYA, I MANIFESTED MY DREAM LIFE!!!!

Okay, I don't know if you remember me, but I participated in a lot of your challenges and the Pink’s challenge, and I found some success! I shifted to my wr and manifested some things, but I could never do it consistently, and it was really fucking annoying.

So, I took three months off and worked hard, using subliminals every day and going on affirmation rampages. I was doing lucid dreaming methods, SATs, meditations, yoga nidra, reading spiritual books literally my whole summer was dedicated to shifting and the void state. I was eat sleeping and breathing it because I could not continue to live the way I was even I can even consider that living …

So What did I do

I just followed your challenge because college was starting, and I couldn't go back to school without my dream life for the fourth time, fearing I might actually harm myself. So played the fields with this rampage (together in two different tabs).

During the Day

https://youtu.be/aLsn6ZK4RZ8?si=Dt_j7ChLjNsQ6tpV

https://youtu.be/gBD4Owz1GC0?si=icOkN1DoFsqP-adT

During the day, I would live in the end. I created albums for my desired realities, re-read my scripts, revised my void list because I genuinely believed I was going to succeed, watched supercell shifting videos on YouTube, and stared at my vision board, realizing it was going to be my life the next day, and more!

Overnight

https://youtu.be/JwV297pP9aw?si=Sxx-xlhE_owInoxH

https://youtu.be/DKB5I9y8SEg?si=PI-UaNw2m_VUWYy1

What I Manifested

- Master shifting abilities

- Master void state abilities

- Having my WR to be a perfect heaven

- Making this current reality a dream: desired looks, desired body, never gaining weight, revised wealth and family, dream friend group, a social media following, being worshipped and respected, being so beautiful by my own standards, dream home (I have a mountain range that goes through my backyard and a farm on my land, it’s enormous), revised city, only attracting wealthy, tall, attractive men, pretty privilege, 145 IQ, going to an Ivy League, getting rid of my anxiety and depression, getting rid of my health issues, no toxic family, so much money, and revised my name to Bella because I love Bella Hadid (my old name was Audrey), and so much more.

I know it sounds nothing too crazy compared to other people who manifest powers and trillions of dollars, but I can shift anytime I want. I’m going to my singing desired reality and high school musical Dr soon and I am so excited I have hundreds of places to explore. My life here finally has stability, and I’m so happy. Not waking up with stress, nausea, and diarrhea is a blessing. My house is clean, my family members aren’t fighting and calling me names, my siblings and I are close. I audibly gasp anytime I see myself in the mirror. My phone is always blowing up with people asking me for plans when it used to be dry as hell, and people forgot I even existed. Everywhere I go, people tell me I should model, want to pay for what I’m buying, are so kind, open doors for me, want to help me for no reason, give me discounts, ask me on dates… I’m so happy and confused. I don’t know how to feel. I am genuinely so loved and respected, and on top of that, I get to explore the universe of my favorite shows and movies.

I’m so glad I never gave up, even though these three months were hard and my life had gotten worse, I am finally free, my hard work paid off, and I hope everyone else will do the same. We truly are God! I was afraid this community was some big joke and big bloggers were creative writers or just laughing at delusional people like me, but I can confirm it’s very, very real.

My love I am so proud of you ! And yes I vaguely remember you and your first shift you messaged me about :)!

I am happy your hard work paid off as well. I remember when everything seemed so meaningless and delusional as well and I also thought shifting was some big joke to target mentally ill teens, but the reality is we truly are all god and no amount of doubt and struggle will ever change that truth. I hope you enjoy your dream life, and I am happy I could help 💖

#law of assumption #manifesation #void state #manifesting #void success

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pedro pascal x yn!actress - social media au

fc: bella hadid

summary — Future co-star introducing you to his former co-star, who knew what would come from it...?

note — (all manips are made by me!!) pedro is 40 in this story 😶(not set during a specific time) this was supposed to be short but i got carried away so let me know what you think!! likes, reblog's and comments are appreciated ❤

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enews Paul Mescal introduces new co-star Y/n L/n to Gladiator 2 co-star Pedro Pascal and treats both to dinner in New York. Mescal and L/n are set to star in Rom/Com "How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days" which begins filming later this year.

The film stars L/n an advice columnist, who tries pushing the boundaries of what she can write about in her new piece about how to get a man to leave you in 10 days.

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user1 if i was her i'd challengers them 🤭

user2 oh thank you paul for introducing y/n to pedro 😌

user3 omg im so excited to see paul and y/n in a movie together

->user4 me too!! especially after the video of paul congratulating y/n winning her oscar backstage... ->user3 omg yes! them being friends is going to make the chemistry so much better 😁

user5 y/n sitting next to pedro and not paul.... i see you girl 🤫

user6 her fit is so cute

user7 waitttttt these 3 divas

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yourinstagram xoxo 🌚

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user1 pretty girllll

devonleecarlson okay photogragherrrrr ate

->pascalispunk 👋🙂 ->yourinstagram im hiring 😁 ->pascalispunk Wait let me tell my agent 🏃 ->user2 guys are they being friendly or flirting...? ->user3 little bit of both 😭

user4 making nike socks fashion...? this icon 🤩

user5 pedro got your notifs on girl.. he liked this quick 😊

user6 wait paul is kinda serving pedro and y/n's kid because he's the youngest

->user7 PLEASEEEE 😭 ->user8 i always forget y/n's 32 and not like 23 😫 ->user9 me with pedro, i think he's 30 something when he's 40

user10 being bi is a blessing b/c i want all three 😝

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yourinstagram 🌊💙

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user face carddd

user he's just 🧍‍♂️ liked by yourinstagram !

user y/n please 😔 he doesn't know how to handle a baddie like you

->user and you do?? 😭 ->user i don't know but i'd try ->user 😭 i respect the honesty...

user guys is this a hard launch???

->user medium launch b/c we know who it is but it's not obvious.. yk? ->user wait your right ->user girl math 😉

user okay this CONFIRMS they are dating

user y/n can we SHARE???

user waittt cutiesss

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yourinstagram oscarsss ❤

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user1 oh my god marry me

yourbff hottie!!! liked by yourinstagram !

user2 THE SECOND PIC OMG????

user9 the way he's looking at her??? my heart

pascalispunk My girl ❤

->yourinstagram always 💞 ->user3 STAPHHH ->user3 so he was going to say "my girl" ohhhhh y/n you lucky girl ->user4 him having the auto caps on, he such an old man... i need him liked by yourinstagram ! ->user4 Y/N WHY DID YOU LIKE MY COMMENT???😭 ->yourinstagram cause i've made fun of him for it 🤭 ->user4 so real, men need to be humbled ->yourinstagram see you get it 😉 ->pascalispunk ???

user5 one of your best looks ohhhhhmygoooddddd

user8 i'd frame the second picture

user6 hardest launch to ever launch and i loveeee it

user7 neither of them were nominated but they are the most talked about ICONSSSS

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Hey girl

So I got inspired by the whole Bella Hadid and Prince of Qatar thing. What if driver!reader is the one the Prince has a crush on and the other drivers become overprotectiv???

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

Princess of Qatar

It was a strange feeling to be the center of attention, especially when the attention came from one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world. Yn was used to the spotlight—after all, she was a Formula 1 driver for Red Bull, an extremely talented one at that. But this… this was different. It wasn’t just the press or the fans; it was him. The Prince of Qatar.

It had all started innocently enough. She’d arrived in Qatar two weeks ahead of the GP for a promotional event, and as a result, she’d spent more time than usual with the prince. He was charming, kind, and nothing short of a gentleman. They’d spent evenings talking about everything from racing to their favorite films, and his interest in her was genuine. Or at least, that’s what Yn had thought at first.

But the internet had other ideas. Rumors began to swirl—first as whispers, then as headlines. The two were seen together so frequently that fans started speculating. Were they dating? Was the prince falling for her? The rumors only got louder when someone snapped a picture of the two of them laughing together in a private conversation.

And then, it happened. A report surfaced suggesting that the prince might be interested in marrying Yn. The internet went into overdrive. Fans, tabloids, and gossip outlets all had a field day, creating hashtags, memes, and theories. It didn’t help that Yn had once posted a picture of her hand next to his, joking about "a future championship ring" and how “it’s the only ring I’d ever need.”

As the days passed, the drivers all started noticing the online buzz. And they weren't having it.

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Charles was the first to notice.

It was late at night, and he was scrolling through his phone in his hotel room when a post about Yn and the prince came up. He immediately clicked on it, thinking it was just another rumor. But as he scrolled through the pictures of Yn and the prince, looking so natural together, he felt a knot in his stomach.

“What is this?” Charles muttered to himself. “This is going too far.”

He kept scrolling, getting increasingly frustrated as each article came up with more speculation. Finally, he tossed his phone onto the bed and let out a deep sigh. He had to do something.

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George was, unsurprisingly, not far behind.

The next morning, at breakfast, he slid into the seat next to Charles, who was already staring at his phone. He raised an eyebrow.

“You know about the rumors, right?” George asked.

Charles nodded, his brow furrowed.

“It’s getting out of hand.”

“I know,” George replied, now looking serious. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. And I’ve come to a conclusion.”

Charles turned to him, confused. “What do you mean?”

George pulled out his laptop, opened a PowerPoint presentation, and turned it toward Charles. On the first slide was the title: "Why Yn Shouldn’t Become a Princess."

“George, are you seriously making a PowerPoint about this?” Charles asked incredulously.

George nodded, scrolling through the slides. “I’ve got points, Charles.”

The first slide was about the prince’s wealth and the pressure of becoming a royal. “The prince might have power, but would Yn be happy in that world?” George said, pointing at the next slide.

Charles groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re joking, right?”

“No, seriously,” George continued. “Number two: the media pressure. She won’t have any privacy. She’ll be constantly hounded, and it could affect her career. Imagine the headlines every time she races. ‘Princess of F1.’”

Charles rubbed his temples. “You’re insane.”

But George wasn’t done yet. He was already on the third slide: “Formula 1 Comes First”. “And lastly, we all know that racing is her first love. The prince can’t compete with that.”

Charles gave up, laughing despite himself. “Alright, alright, I get it. But maybe just... stop making PowerPoints, yeah?”

George shrugged, undeterred. “No promises.”

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Meanwhile, Carlos and Max were taking a more direct approach.

“Max, we need to talk.” Carlos said as he walked into Max’s hotel room, closing the door behind him.

Max was leaning against the window, eyes narrowed, watching the hustle of the city below.

“About Yn and the prince?” Max said without turning around.

Carlos nodded. “I think we need to keep an eye on her.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “You think so?”

“I mean, it’s not just the prince. It’s everything. The media. The fans. It’s all happening so fast. We need to protect her.”

Max finally turned, his usual nonchalance replaced with a rare seriousness. “You want us to act like bodyguards?”

Carlos nodded. “Basically.”

Max exhaled, then shrugged. “Fine. But only because we have to.”

And so, the next day, both Max and Carlos found themselves trailing Yn from a distance, keeping an eye on her as she went about her day. To anyone else, they looked like two guys casually hanging out. But in reality, they were her silent bodyguards, watching her every move without saying a word.

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Lando, on the other hand, couldn’t help himself.

He had been spending more time with Yn recently, so he decided to confront her directly. He caught up with her after a practice session at the track.

“Hey, Yn.” Lando said, his eyes wide with curiosity. “What’s going on with you and the prince?”

Yn smirked, leaning against a wall as she wiped the sweat off her brow. “Oh, nothing. We’re just friends.”

“Just friends?” Lando repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You guys have been all over the news. There’s even talk about marriage.”

Yn chuckled. “Lando, come on. People love to make stuff up. We’re just friends.”

“But why are you hanging out with him so much?” Lando asked, his eyes narrowing in on her.

Yn laughed again. “You’re just jealous that I get to hang out with a prince, aren’t you?”

Lando threw his hands up in defeat. “I’m not jealous. I’m just... concerned.”

Yn patted him on the shoulder, her smile wide. “I’ll be fine, Lando. I promise.”

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Finally, Lewis had his turn.

After hearing about the situation from the others, he decided it was time to have a quiet, heart-to-heart conversation with Yn. He found her by the pool, her legs dipped into the water, enjoying the rare moments of calm before the chaos of race weekend.

“Hey, Yn. Can we talk?” Lewis said, taking a seat beside her.

Yn turned to him, her expression softening. “Of course, Lewis. What’s up?”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Lewis said, looking at her with concern. “All this attention... it’s a lot. And I know it’s coming from everywhere. You’ve got a lot of people worried about you.”

Yn smiled gently. “I’m fine, Lewis. Seriously. I’m not letting any of this get to me. I know what I want, and I’m not going to let anyone else dictate that.”

Lewis nodded, his face softening. “Just... take care of yourself, yeah? And if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

Yn leaned over and gave him a playful nudge. “Thanks, Lewis. You’re a good friend.”

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Race weekend finally arrived, and the tension among the drivers was palpable. The rumors about Yn and the prince still lingered, but the drivers had all done their best to protect her in their own ways.

As they all gathered in the paddock before the race, Yn finally stood up and addressed them all.

“Alright, alright, I’ve had enough of this.” Yn said, raising her hands in surrender. “The prince and I are just friends. That’s it.”

The drivers exchanged glances, some of them sighing in relief, others looking a bit embarrassed for their overprotectiveness.

“That’s all?” Lando asked, still skeptical.

Yn grinned. “That’s all. Now, can we focus on the race? I have a championship to win, remember?”

The drivers let out a collective sigh, and Charles clapped his hands together. “Alright, alright, let’s get back to business then.”

As they walked to the grid, the rumors faded into the background, and the only thing that mattered was the race ahead. But as Yn smiled to herself, she couldn’t help but appreciate the way her teammates cared for her. In the end, she knew they’d always have her back—no matter what the internet said.

And that, she thought, was all that really mattered.

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