cindylouwhooo

[cindylouwhooo]

save me jude bellingham save me

[cindylouwhooo]

Normalize going into people’s ask boxes and ask them random ass questions.

Tumblr used to be so much fun with all the asks (anonymous or otherwise), and we need to bring those back, especially now that we finally have a half-decent blocking feature in place.

Ask people things! Message them! Don’t let tumblr inbox die! It’s one of the features that made tumblr tumblr.

[cindylouwhooo]

Chapter six

03:45

Gigi

Please let me explain

I know I’ll sound like a lying

prick but it’s not like it looked like.

C’mon Gigi, please

11:32

Sorry, been busy.

Don’t worry about it.

I want to worry about it.

Let me explain. Can I see you?

17:50

No, sorry. I’m quite busy.

Please. Just five minutes.

seen.

03:46

He texted me

DONT ANSWER

Leave him suffer a bit

I mean…I’m not crazy right? What

happened IS weird. It’s

not just me?

Absolutely!!!

If you already have a girl

in your hotel room, you do

NOT invite someone else up.

Do you think she was his

girlfriend?

Wait let me ask Pierre

He says Lando hasn’t said

anything about a girlfriend.

Okay, good.

Is it?

What do you mean?

I mean

Are you really okay?

It was just a kiss

I’m fine

Are you sure?

Yes, dw about it

I’m heading to sleep, love you <3

Love you <3

Gigi’s POV

Yeah. I’m confident.

It was just a kiss.

Just a kiss.

A kiss with someone whose lips I still feel on me. A kiss that’s seared in my mind, so much I dream of it once I fall asleep. A kiss that’s my first thought when I wake up.

But still, just a kiss.

[cindylouwhooo]

Chapter five

Gigi’s POV

Loud, loud, loud music plays over the speakers and the floor underneath us vibrates with the power of the base and the force of people jumping up and down.

I would be dancing too, had I not chosen to wear my Louboutin heels. But, alas, fashion overtakes dancing.

Francisca is hung on Pierre’s shoulder, seemingly tipsy and in the mood for PDA, and I try to ignore the intense stare coming from the other side of the club.

Monaco has its perks when you’re rich and have a crush.

Kika mentioned he’d be here, though after I’d already sent him the invite—you know, to make him feel better.

The lack of a response should have gotten me out of that silly, little infatuation I’d grown over the McLaren driver, yet the excitement of the imminent game of cat and mouse strikes over my body like lightning. And his attention hasn’t been on anyone else but me, all night long. He had the advantage of arriving later than me, forcing me into a routine of checking the entrance every other second and sweeping the club with me eyes; trying to find him.

But the moment he stepped foot in the building…my eyes didn’t get remotely close to his.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t choose this dress specifically to get him to notice me. It is my lucky dress, and it seems like it’s done the job once again.

“Gi, do you want another drink?” Pierre asks and I nod with a smile on my face.

“It’s so crowded tonight.” Kika complains, but her eyes shine in mischief the next second. “Maybe it’s time for you to go get some.”

I bark the most unflattering, loud laugh in Kika’s face, forgetting for a moment that I’m supposed to seem sultry and mysterious in an interesting way. “Get some? Sorry, but I’m not about to get some with the people who come here.”

“Girl, we’re here.”

I roll my eyes. “We’re here because Pierre dragged us here. Everyone else is here because they want to get with the drivers who were supposed to be here—because it’s the Monaco Grand Prix! they have to go out! But in reality, they’re sweating ass in their hotel room, knowing they have three days of driving in the narrowest track of the year.”

Kika laughs at my paranoia, “Please, as if you wouldn’t get with a driver.”

“No, I would. But that’s cause I’m awesome and everyone else sucks.”

Thankfully, the music is so loud that no one else hears our conversation unless everybody on the internet would know that Gigi Santos is an overbearing, dick-headed asshole who thinks too much of herself.

Honestly, this might be the time I’ve felt the least of myself.

But fake it until you make it right?

Pierre comes with our drinks a while later and Francisca and I chug the whole glass in one go, cheering like college girls before running off away from the tables to dance.

Like Kika said, the place is crowded as fuck, but we still slither among the bodies enough to find an empty spot to dance with comfort—as much of it we can find.

The back of my heels cut my skin and my toes are squeezed into each other, inviting pain to take over my feet and up my legs, but I wrap my arms around Kika’s neck and dance like I’m in my pyjamas.

The lights go low as Lights Down Low starts to sound off the speakers in a slowed, reverberated version of the original. We move to the rythm of it, the energy of the club shifting in an instant and in a sudden turn of my body away from my friend—I find a l’air of honey brown eyes staring right at me.

Locked.

Darkened.

Hungry.

A shot of lightning zaps through me as I stare back, a smile forming on my face. I keep dancing on Kika as I lick my lips and wink at Lando, whose jaw clicks. His fingers wrap around the glass of his drink and he raises it to his mouth, taking a sip without disconnecting our stare.

Once he’s put the glass back down to the table, he stalks towards me and my face heats up in the immediate reaction of his.

He gently pushes through the crowd, teasingly slow pace to reach me. My heart is thumping at the base of my exposed neck and I’ve nearly stopped dancing—my body to concentrated on waiting for him.

Then Lando is so close I can feel his breath hit my lips; exactly where his eyes are focused. His smile is drawn in mischief and I no longer feel Kika behind me. I actually no longer feel anyone, anywhere.

It’s just him and I.

“Hi.” My voice crumbles with the intensity of the feelings weighing me down.

What the fuck is going on with me?

It’s instant, heavy lust dropping down on me with just one look of his.

And when the tips of his finger trace the shape of my face, then the curves of my lips and down to my neck…then I’m fighting to keep myself out of the fire Lando Norris lit within me.

His hand is now covering the back of my head, and slowly, he brings me closer to him. Electricity lingers where his touch is and our chests bump with each heavy breath we take. And when I can barely taste the smoothness of his lips, Lando stops, and looks at me.

He just looks at me.

My ears are ringing and I can’t tell which song is on. “Hey.” He whispers against my mouth, but doesn’t kiss me.

I frown, almost pour and he softly laughs at my obvious frustration. He moves his head left and right, just so his lips heavenly trace my own. “Kiss me.” He whispers.

And I do.

And it’s all lips and teeth and his other hand cups my jaw, bringing me impossibly closer and my fingers curl into his buttoned shirt and I pull him closer because I need him, I need him to keep that fire he lit up going and his tongue opens my mouth and now the kiss is deeper and needier and I’m so close to jumping on him and and and and and

And I think I’ve just lost my mind.

I place my palms on his chest and his groan vibrates on my lips as I feel the frantic beat of his heart connect with mine and beat in sync. Just by a touch. Just by a kiss.

My world is spinning when we part and once I open my eyes and clash with his, I know we have the same thought.

“You have any things?” He says against my ear. I shiver and make no effort to hide it.

“Just my phone.” I nod where my table is when his head is back to facing me and he kisses my temple before walking off to where I showed him. Moment later, he’s back handing me my phone and placing his hand on the small of my back, gently pushing me towards the exit.

The chilly air hits my heated face and I wince. His hand leaves my back and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together as he leads me to the hotel—just a few steps away. Or maybe it’s miles away, I wouldn’t know. Because he’s honking my hand and graving the skin of it with his thumb and smiling at me and…and it’s, just—it’s hard to focus on anything else than him.

We reach the hotel, and before we get on the elevator he stops.

“The room is a mess. Give me five minutes?” His voice is dripping with uncertainty and his eyes search my face for signs of disappointment. I bite my lip and nod; gaining one of the biggest smiles in return. “Do you want me to come get you when I’m done?”

“No, there’s no need. Just give me the number of the room. If that’s okay with you.”

He smiles again. Ah, shit. “Room 509B. Five minutes.” He kisses my lips in a haste and I try not to deepen it.

Five minutes seem to be five hours and by the time my knuckles knock on the door with the number 509B, my heart is beating out of my chest and the heat has traveled all over me.

The door opens, and

Well, that’s weird.

I stare, not really knowing what to do.

I red-haired woman stands with her underwear on the other side of the door, lipstick smudged and brows raised. But the weird part is not her. The weird part is Lando standing right behind her, three buttons on the top of his shirt that I last left intact, open and stained red from—what seems to be—lipstick.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh,” I dare not to look at the man behind her. I give her a smile, take a step back and speak. “No, sorry. I must’ve gotten the wrong message.”

I turn around and leave before anything else can happen.

Lando’s POV

Fuck.

[cindylouwhooo]

Chapter four

Gigi’s POV

Lando Norris sent you a message

“Let’s watch a movie instead.” I suggest. “Maybe ‘Cars’. It’s fitting.”

Francisca rolls her eyes and drops down her makeup bag. “No. We said we’d get you out of the house and both you and your manager agreed the Grand Prix is the perfect distraction. Imagine how much you need this for your manager to tell you you need a distraction.”

I plop down on the bed behind her, silently sulking. It’s not that I don’t want to go. Seriously, under any other circumstance I’d be jumping up and down like a teenager at the chance of going to a GP.

But the crippling terror that rips through my belly and rises to the top of my chest at the thought of leaving my studio…it kind of ruins the whole experience.

Kika, sensing my hesitation, drops the brushes on the makeshift vanity and places herself in front of me. “I love you and I’m telling you, I wouldn’t force you to do anything that could possibly be wrong for you.”

I fake a smile, wanting to show her I appreciate her. If she notices the lack of honestly on the shape of my mouth, she doesn’t call me out on it. In fact, she gives me a moment to myself, turning to the mirror and starting her makeup routine.

My body lays flat on the mattress, my heart going a mile a minute when I remember the interesting notification that popped on my screen in the morning.

Pondering whether I should actually

send this message. Your friend

scared the shit out of me when I asked

for your number.

Yeah, she’s protective

like that. ‘S why I love her

No I get it,

Not sure if I can smoothly make

this conversation go on so, I’ll

just get to the point.

Should I be scared?

Absolutely not, I don’t bite.

Bummer:/

seen

I wait a few seconds in the chat, giggling at the little seen word underneath my last sent text. Adorable, how easy it was to leave him speechless—my heart starting to pound against my chest for a completely different reason.

My mind cannot come to terms with how my body and emotions react to this stranger. Sure, he’s attractive. Funny and charming—at least in his interviews. He’s got that British accent that drives me insane and the facial hair that contrary to popular belief, suits him incredibly.

But none of that justify the whole situation. It’s a magnetic force that I cannot ignore and that pulls me out of that bed and on my feet; grinning and mind spinning with the excitement of a new Internet crush. My favourites.

“So, what’s the plan exactly?” I ask.

“We go watch FP1, have a drink, talk to some people—Lily, one of the driver’s girlfriend, has the gossip to tell me, apparently.” I smirk, wondering when was the last time I cared enough for drinks and good gossip. “Then we’ll just drop by Alpine, say hi to Pierre, maybe force him into introducing you to some engineers. And then we can come back to the hotel, eat, wait for the end of FP2 and then…”

She draws out the last word, for the dramatic effect. “And then?”

“Then it’s night out with the boys.”

Lando’s POV

My heart drums inside my chest yet it feels like it’s stuck inside my throat. I try to swallow it down, pretend as if I’m not going crazy over being left on delivered for the past hour—or that the girl who’s been occupying my mind lately is quite literally twenty steps away from me.

She’s here with Kika, Pierre’s girlfriend, smiling and socialising. Talking to everyone but me.

She knows I’m here, she’s seen me. I know it, because I’ve been playing the moment her eyes met mine over and over again in my head.

Fuck, I sound like a fucking teenager.

Reporters and journalists, drivers and other celebrities have tried to get a moment with Gigi Santos who’s enamoured every single person attending the Monaco FP1 session. She’s constantly circled by someone—everyone.

And I just…I just stare like some fucking wanker, unable to move a muscle towards her.

And then she turns her head, putting a stop to her conversation with someone whose name I should know, but don’t, and looks at me.

And fuck if my heart doesn’t jump to the heavens.

I don’t know how, but that woman sees me, like no one ever has. She hasn’t spoken to me once, hasn’t fully, officially I traduced herself. But under her gaze I feel like she sees me. Her lips tilt upwards and her slender fingers rise to the side of her beautiful face; in a second, they start dancing and it takes an embarrassingly long time to realise she’s waving at me, and it’s my time to wave back.

Someone is speaking to me, but I can’t fucking focus on anything else other than Gigi.

Her eyes are—fuck, she’s just—

Gigi giggles, and turns her head to continue talking with her friend and I frown at the loss of contact.

“Lando, it’d be great if you could come back to earth long enough to listen to me.” The voice of my PR manager’s voice snaps me out of my haze. “You’ve got to get into the car in five.”

I nod, even though I haven’t registered what she’s said.

Damn is this session going to be hard.

~ ~ ~

My brows are lowered in concentration, listening to my engineer explain the situation. FP1 was slightly upsetting, the car not wanting to turn properly, clipping the tight walls of Monte Carlo more that once.

But the second session seemed to be going better, until the voice of my engineer was heard fifteen minutes in, ordering me to come into the pits because the car shows to have an issue. Hydraulics, they suspect.

Guilt shimmers in my chest as I allow myself to leave the garage earlier than most—overpowered by my negative emotions and wanting to get away from the scene.

I open my phone, a fairly distraction, and come face to face with a wonderful surprise.

Maybe today won’t be so bad after all…

[cindylouwhooo]

Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed

[cindylouwhooo]

Chapter Three

Gigi’s POV

A pounding headache and a dry throat greet me with the morning sun, as I struggle to get out of bed. It must be the thirtieth minute of my daily aimless scrolling through Twitter and Instagram, and I find myself looking for the negative comments. In my head, I’m fully aware how wrong it is, how I’m not supposed to give into the haters, how I’m supposed to close my eyes and move on with my life.

But some hopeless, insane part of me believes that every negative thing that I come across social media will light that fire that’s long put out inside me—that I’ll take the bait and get into the studio, write the greatest album of all time and be rid of all the weight of what my name brings me.

Of course, by the reach of the hour, my brain has been convinced that my previous albums were a pile of shit and that I’ll never be able to write anything in my life, ever again.

The phone drops from my hand and I dig my body further into the mattress, letting the peace and comfort of my bed convince me into getting some more sleep. I dream of nothing, and I wake up realising that I might have dreamed of my future career.

~ ~ ~

Lando’s POV

“Please.”

“I can’t help you.”

“Yes you can.”

“I absolutely cannot. Kika will kill me and then break up with me. And I can’t have that.”

I let out the longest sigh as I walk beside Gasly. Journalists, photographers, engineers and other drivers walk past us, looking, whispering. Not that I care. I couldn’t even if I tried.

“Fine, just give me Kika’s number and I’ll ask her.”

After glaring at me for mentioning his girlfriend’s name, he begrudgingly pulls out his phone and brings it to my face. I scramble to grab mine from the pocket of my sweats and hastily tap down Kika’s number.

“I’m choosing her contact name.” He demands, but I’m only half listening—too focused on trying to transfer the numbers correctly from his phone to my contacts.

She’s ethereal. I don’t even know how I went all my life without glancing twice at her—speaking as a person who happened to have done just that the previous night, as is now unable to look at anything else.

Gigi Santos could easily be way out of my reach, but I’d be damned not to try extending my arm towards her; just to see if angels really exist.

“Honestly, I can’t even believe she followed you.” Pierre admits as we keep walking towards the media pen.

I let out a huff, slightly agreeing with him, yet still offended he’s find that surprising.

“Gigi is super private, doesn’t like people much.” He goes on. “But maybe that’s good, that she followed you. I don’t know. Anyways, I gotta go—watch what you say to my girl.”

I roll my eyes and start walking the other way, eyes fixated on the screen in front of me.

Unknown

Hi Kika. It’s Lando

Norris

From formula one

Pierre’s girl

Hi!

Everything okay?

Lando from formula 1

Yeah, no all good 👍🏻

I was just wondering, I mean,

I was thinking about your

friend.

Gigi Santos

She is, she’s cute

Pierre’s girl

She sure is

Lando from formula 1

Yeah and I was hoping

maybe I could get her

number? From you

Pierre wouldn’t give it to me

Pierre’s girl

Sorry!! She doesn’t like random people having her number without her knowing :(

But I’m sure you’ll have your chance at talking :)

Lando from formula 1

What do you mean?

Pierre’s girl

I mean, it seems like you’re already in contact

Kind of

I smile, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

The post I made just this morning on instagram, was a long shot, risky and could possibly lead to Gigi Santos thinking I’m a cocky arsehole. But my fingers itched as they lingered over the post button, my whole body vibrating with a random need to interact with her—without looking like a needy fucking chad, who DMs her with no cause.

My heart almost stopped when my eyes caught her name on the liked list, and I swear I stopped breathing when her post popped up on my feed—I’m single too btw.

I nearly hop over to Kaylee, my PR manager, who seems much too irritated for a Thursday.

“Good morning, Kaylee.”

“Just morning will do, Lando, since you decided to make a social media uproar by declaring your marital status.” She eyes me, surely picturing how it’d be to strangle me. “I want no mention of anything close to your relationship status, Instagram, plans of partying after the GP or Gigi Santos.”

My eyes pop out of their sockets, shocked to have someone else acknowledge our little interaction.

“W-what?”

“I’m not dumb, or hiding under a rock. Neither are the journalists, nor the people who’ll view your interviews. Just be mindful. ‘S all I ask.”

I nod, not trusting myself to say the appropriate thing, and try to prepare for a day of avoiding my favorite subjects.

~ ~ ~

Instagram Reels - Lando Norris, Media day, last interview of the day

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LLL4NDO.NORRIS bro literally changed ten colors when asked about his post LOL

ln4fan what a cheeky shit, pretending not to know mother Gigi

44loves04 LANDO YOU AINT FOOLING NO BODY

gigimothersantos this man better be joking

gigi1604 MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING

f1fan63 am i the only one that’s confused?

gigisantos at least he said he loved my songs 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> santossssslovr MOTHER

-> gigiismyqueen go get em girl

-> hayleelovesgigi give us the album!!!!!

~ ~ ~

Gigi’s POV

I smiled at my phone, overly amused by whatever game I decided to play.

I don’t know what made me rise from the hungover/coma I was in a few hours ago, just to make a post about being single and commenting on that reel.

There’s no logical explanation other than the sudden need to be in this man’s world.

It was clear the post Lando made was about me, and, honestly? I found it terribly adorable. My heart flipped and my lunges filled with an energy I hadn’t felt in a long time…plus, he’s a race car driver and I’m single.

Having fun and playing this little game with him while I’m here won’t hurt. I need a new distraction from whatever’s going on in my career anyway.

Maybe coming to Monaco was a better idea than I originally thought.

———————

SMALL, SHITTY AND ALMOST POINTLESS but I suck at intro chapters and I promised two chapter before the new year

i will definitely do better next time and get into the characters and ACTUAL plot lol

anyways, i hope you enjoy your New Year’s Eve!! 🥂

cindy

(ps. my inbox is open if u wanna say hi 👋🏻)

[cindylouwhooo]

Chapter Two

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-> gigisantos no.

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[cindylouwhooo]

Happy Christmas everybody!!

I hope you’re well & happy ❣️

New chapters (insta au the 26th, normal chapter the 30th) this week along with the story chapter catalog!

with love,

cindy

[cindylouwhooo]

Chapter One

Gigi’ POV

There’s something about the spring breeze that instantly calms me.

Well, it usually does.

Now I’m just a ball of anxiety, counting down the seconds until I explode.

I’ve been in the studio for the past three days, wasting the time of my producer and assistant during the day, and getting no sleep while twiddling my thumbs and kidding myself that I can write another album at night.

I thought building a recording studio in my Monaco apartment while I stay here would help me. It hasn’t. At all.

And now I’m standing on my balcony, staring out on the packs of people running around the streets trying to get the place ready for the Grand Prix, contemplating whether I could be a good driver—well, just enough to quit my singing career.

I don’t mind the category; I could do F4. F1 Academy too. I’m really simple.

I drop my head on my hand and groan, just when my phone starts ringing from my back pocket.

“What?”

“Tell me you’ve written something.” Ally, my agent, demands through the device.

“I’ve written something.”

“Okay.” She sighs out. “Now tell me the truth.”

“I’m thinking ways of becoming a Formula 4 driver. Do we still have Susie Wolf’s number?”

“Gigi.”

“Ally, I’m serious. I don’t think I have another one in me.”

Ally starts yapping about something, and I put her on speaker while opening Twitter on my phone.

gigimymother

@gigisantos GIRL!!! RECKLESS THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY IS COMING!!!! WHEN’S THE NEW ONE????

santoslover

@gigisantos delulu is the solulu cause i still think Gigi is surprising us with a new album on Reckless anniversary…

—> gigifan girl be ffr she’s forgotten all about us

—> santoslover shut up

—> dannylovesgigi SAME!! i do also believe my ex is still in love with me sooooo

—> sandyford absolutely not, she is SO over…fame got to her and she thinks two mediocre albums are enough to stay rich 🤑

dannylovesgigi

y’all why’s the tl saying Gigi quit music???

“Were my albums mediocre?”

“G, get off Twitter for fuck’s sake and listen to what I’m saying.” I do as she says, mainly because I’m pretty sure she’ll fly from Toronto and strangle me if I don’t. “Time is ticking. And not in your favour. There’s so much i can do to keep you afloat.”

It’s the same speech. Over and over.

The same speech that I hear every time I pick up the phone from her call. The same speech that drove me away from Toronto and onto Monaco and the same speech that has drenched all the inspiration from me. I don’t have anything to write about, no words to turn into a song. And with every speech I hear, I don’t even want to try.

It’s draining. I hate it.

“Look, I know it’s difficult but you have to have something.”

I want to cry, I really do because her desperation is so evident in her voice. She believes in me too much and it’s gonna hurt when I disappoint her at the end of the summer.

The phone vibrates against my ear a couple of times and I take that chance to get out of the phone call with my doomed future.

“I gotta go, Ally. Something’s come up. I’ll call you later, okay?”

I end the call before she can butt in and let out the longest sigh in the history of the world. I see my best friend’s name on the screen of the phone and inevitably smile the biggest smile at the words on her text.

francis the king

you, me, alcohol 🍷

tonight

no is not a good enough answer

~ ~ ~

Strangely, the sweaty, already drunk people distantly surrounding our table made my mood quite quickly. Flashes of light spark every other second and I’ve become all too aware of the fact that it’s my first public viewing in a while.

My best friend is nursing on her drink while rolling her eyes at her boyfriend that’s on the phone with her, and I giggle at her facial expressions.

She’s incredibly in love, yet acts like Pierre is bothering her on a girl’s night out.

“Yes, I’ll call you at the end of our night…no we won’t call an UBER…okay, okay. Bye.” She ends the call abruptly and with the biggest, most dramatic sigh. “Okay, now we can start having fun.”

“I was already having fun.” I giggle.

Spending time with Francisca is honestly the only time I feel without the baggage of the third album looming over me. The bartender brings us the second round, and two extra shots on the house, accompanied with a wink for both of us.

“He’s cute.” Kika whisper-yells close to my ear over the loud music.

“Uh, oh. Trouble in paradise with Pierre?”

She rolls her eyes and slumps on my shoulder. “I meant you, dumbass.”

I know she did. But no.

It’s not like I’m cancelling love out of my life, but even entertaining the thought of going through the stages of finding someone and everything that happens after I’ve found someone decent, makes me want to hurl.

“The only man in my life is the imaginary one I created in the studio in order to spike my inspiration to write that damn album. His name is Tim.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am not!”

“Shut up and drink.”

“Amen.”

~ ~ ~

Four rounds and five shots each later, we’re laughing at our lives and wiping the runny mascara that’s dripping on our cheeks. I don’t know what time it is but I can definitely feel the early stages of a good hangover that I’ll be having once I wake up.

But I wouldn’t change it for the world. Because four rounds and five shots later, I feel ten times better than I did when Ally called me earlier. And not because of the alcohol, but because Kika has lectured the insecurities out of me. She spent our girls night out talking to me and listening to me go on and on about my block and the expectations I’ve put for myself—I talked about shit I wouldn’t admit out loud.

At the end of the night, we’re clutching each other outside of the club and laughing so loud, heads are turning to look at us.

“Jesus, your boyfriend might be fast on track but he’s taking his sweet time getting here.” I pout and drop my head on Kika’s shoulder. “If I make a joke, like, ‘didn’t know you were as slow as your single seater’ will he cry?”

Kika laughs as she slips and grabs me tighter to not fall. “Yeah, he’ll probably cry.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Well, now I feel betrayed.” Pierre’s voice reaches us and Kika bounces off me to jump on him. He grabs her immediately and twirls her around, breaking my heart and making me the happiest person at the same time.

gigisantos …

gigisantos girls night was a success 🍷🍾🎉 @francisca.cgomez

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gigiismother give us the new album!!!!!

santosloverrrr girl, get in the studio

pierregasly thank god i arrived in time

—> gigi @pierregasly shut up tripod

gigisantoslvr love her relationship with pierre 😍

f1fanlover why’s lando in the likes???

—> gigigigi because she’s friends with the drivers?

—> f1fanlover yea but they barely speak

francisca.cgomez my soulmate ❤️

As I drop my still clothed body on my bed, a million lyrics fly through my head. Melodies and words swirl in my alcohol infused mind, suffocating me at once and frustrating me as I forget one by one in the aftermath of a night out at the club.

~ ~ ~

[cindylouwhooo]

Introducing Gigi Santos…

21 years old, worldwide known singer with two Grammy Awards and an Academy Award nomination for Best Score.

She spent three weeks on the first spot in the No. 1 Billboard Hot 100 Artist of 2023 and was crowned Top Artist by Spotify for the same year.

Debut and sophomore album went golden, people are now waiting for Gigi Santos’ third album as the three year mark since her last release nears.

Yet Gigi is fresh out of ideas and going through the worst writer’s block of her whole career.

Her phone is ringing and her agent is yelling on the other line that time is ticking…

What will Gigi do in order to bring to life all the words that get stuck in her throat,

and will the new muse that gets brought with the spring breeze help her with her inspiration?

Or will it steer her away from the release of her third album?

[cindylouwhooo]

a poll!!

i want to start writing a story about a driver, like, famous singer!oc or something like that

i don't know which driver to write it for, so

you decide! please!!

i'm very aware there are more drivers, but they don't inspire me as much, sorry!!