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[leaf-in-a-flower-garden]

hi!! im really shy but I wanted to say hello, you seem really cool

Me btw

Omg Heloo!!! I love cats, thank you for sharing yourself and gracing me with cat‼️💥💥 also thank you for calling me cool, this is currently me btw

Also don't be shy or anything I'm literally the one who'd see you in sky discord and get excited to hear your opinions! Lol

[crazymuff1n]

since when did we get this badge??? for free?

[omegapheromone]

Sometimes I post a text post on this blog then get a note on my main blog (for some random post on there) and it absolutely never fails to make my heart stop in a second of blind panic thinking I've casually posted some ramblings about being an omega to my main blog.

[blairwaldcrf]

I've missed like a million different tags for Six Sentence Sundays and WIP Wednesdays by @kiwiana-writes @strideofpride and @laufire while on hiatus so I'm just going to drop this here as proof I'm not dead

Henry knows he should walk away, go inside, forget this entire encounter on behalf of staying polite, but he can’t help but give into anger and disappointment, snapping, “Tell me, women in the States cannot be so blinded by a pleasing smile to--”

“You think my smile is pleasing?”

Mr. Claremont-Diaz’s smirk inspires a glowering look from Henry before he can even think of schooling his expression into something more guarded. “I think if you stopped stroking your own ego you might find time to do more important things like amend your character or shoddy horsemanship.”

x

(a firstprince au twist on bridgerton s2's kanthony)

[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT | 15 WIN HER BACK

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

WARNINGS | kys/kms jokes, sexual innuendos, swearing

NOTES | no I didn't accidentally post this two hours ago and then delete it... you saw nothing ❌️... anyways I wonder what hapenned 😨

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[mybuttonfelloff]

Okok so we all know the Sims 3 is like, not super popular and is also notoriously buggy BUT on the off chance anyone is like me and loves it, i have some tips that have greatly helped my game run better. I also am including links to any specific creators or sites I recommend. Tips under the cut bc it's a long post, but I tried to be thorough! You will need to understand like, basic reading comprehension and basic computer-y stuff (downloading files, unpacking files, dragging and dropping into folders, editing the occasional file text) but most stuff I link to have tutorials for adding mods into the game and whatnot.

I really hope this helps people like me who love TS3! but know the game is.... outdated for basically all computers. These are all things ive learned over the past couple years, so I hope this can be a helpful resource for anyone wanting to play TS3.

Number one will probably be using this tutorial to make the game recognize your current computer specs. Because the game is, yknow, old, it wont recognize newer drivers and whatnot. This tutorial will allow the game to actually recognize them and therefore run better https://www.carls-sims-4-guide.com/forum/index.php?topic=26753.0

Nraas will be your best friend for managing things in-game. It's similar to MCCC for the sims 4 but you completely customize which like, modules you use. I highly highly recommend specifically Story Progression and Master Controller https://www.nraas.net/community/home

LazyDuchess is a goddess and I highly Highly recommend her Smooth Patch mod. It makes the game run so much better. Also she has so many other mods that make things like CAS load faster plus a search function for Build/Buy https://www.patreon.com/lazyduchess/posts

ModTheSims is a great resource for Sims 3 Mods as well, definitely recommend making an account and perusing their sims 3 mods https://modthesims.info/

Speaking of ModTheSims, I highly recommend Regul Save Cleaner to... clean up the extra data in your saves https://modthesims.info/download.php?t=652440

Also on ModTheSims theres an excellent bug fixing mod from Simler90, it touches on a bunch of like longtime bugs that havent been fixed (like the firefighter career being bugged) https://modthesims.info/download.php?t=659969

Make sure that before playing or after adding any new mods, delete the files: caspartcache.package, compositorcache.package, scriptcache.package, simcompositorcache.package, and socialcache.package. If not, the game WILL load slowly and/or crash. These files are found in Documents\ElectronicArts\The Sims 3. Not sure about Steam bc I use the EA app, but I assume its a similar path.

Save every half hour or so to prevent crashes killing too much progress. And don't play for longer than an hour per initial load (like, play for an hour, save, quit and load the game again). I find it helps the game run smoother when you dont play in 3 hour stretches.

make a backup saves folder for your saves. Im not sure why, but i found that keeping only one save in the actual saves helps it loads faster and smoother.

Also when saving your game, ALWAYS use Save As. If you Save As, you wont have to worry about accidentally corrupting your saves, which happens a lot

Also, when you're about to save, move the save you loaded into your backup saves folder BEFORE saving. I find it crashes/corrupts way less if its not trying to compete with the other save

also keep your sims personal inventory fairly empty (like 10 items max) to prevent a known bug from occurring when saving. Use a storage box or something to store collectibles like gems, plants, etc.

WHEN IN CAS WAIT UNTIL THE LITTLE FLOWER LOOKING ICON IS BLUE TO SCROLL THROUGH THE CATEGORY. When it turns blue, all the items have properly loaded, so it wont lag nearly as much.

Prev point applies to build/buy, wait for the category to load before messing with things. You'll save yourself a lot of stress

Dont use 4 speed, i find it just lags and stops progressing time. I use 2 or 3 max, even when sleeping

In BuyDebug you can buy these invisible lights that make the lighting much much better in game. Just have an actual light, like a lamp or outdoor light, to be able to change brightness and color in Live mode. Bc.... Its invisible so non-clickable

[poripappa]

I accidentally deleted my prev thumblr acc and now im reposting the only art I posted 😭😭😭

[muttsfan1997]

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it's me. the paranoia deleter. but last time i deleted cuz of a doxx threat [over ftm tf fanfiction.] so, you know.

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im not plural don't worry about it :) we stay silly :)

there are at least four of us and you have to be nicies to all of them even the edgy one

not sure yet what I'm gonna poast about yet other than my own art + writing, the mountain goats, mcr, musicals, and random shit i find on lgbtq history archives. oh and random classic yaoi [merthur/johnlock/lawlight tier]. and probably animorphs

eta: also marine life

eta2: also god and my visions I'll tag those as #religionpoasting there might be some mentions of Christianity and Judaism (i was a good bat mitzvah birl i get to be weird about those things) so block if need be

you can reblog any of my posts that are rebloggable

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*irl/worksona/etc; mostly listing it as an axis so people with men dni banners know that includes me; i identify much more with caninehood and with being text on a screen than either of the major genders in my region

so this is us as i understand it. clockwise from top left: unnamed nonverbal nonposting dog; me aka aux [it/he/they/she], kip [it/he], shei [she/he/they]. you'll probably hear from just me and shei on here. shei might make her own blog even. idk im #newtothis

ETA theres another bastard in here but don't worry we stay silly

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[crazymuffin1]

2000 posts!

if i hadnt accidentally deleted my prev blog id be on 20000+ :l

[moraygrotto]

also tumblr accidentally deleted a paragraph at the end of my prev post which reminded me of the time w the èpel/dèuce fic it kept cutting random pieces out as i was trying to edit & post it so while the ending bit is all good now PLEASE let me know if there are any complete non sequiturs in the middle of the fic bc there is a nonzero chance that was not bad writing on my part LMAOOO

[iasmelaion]

Write Every Day - January 2024

January was SO LONG. What was up with that??? Anyway, I got a lot of writing done.

Finished writing and posting this one! Naturally, it ended up being much longer than expected.

Decided the flerkitty Alpine fic needed to be split into two fics for structural reasons (namely, me staring at my Scrivener file lamenting my pacing, my pacing!), so I started posting the Sam/Bucky part, and will have the Carol & Bucky part be a kind of companion fic/sequel. This makes me want it to be a full trilogy of fics about Louisiana heroes and include Tyrone and Tandy, but I don't have a plot or emotional arc in mind there. Them getting together? Tyrone accidentally teleports into the Flerken pocket dimension?? lol actually, that could be pretty funny, alas, see prev re emotional arc. hmm, i will Contemplate it.

Ditched my usual commitment to 400 word/day average here, since I was deleting a bunch of stuff in this Sam/Nat fic. The previous set up just was not working for me, so I'm trying a different one now, but eh. idk.

[wesleycrushers]

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Cruising in Papaya: Media Trap ˚‧｡⋆🍁

“Life’s Better on Saturn ” ˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡˚ (Saturn, SZA)

Synopsis: Y/N Laurant, a glamorous socialite, meets Lando Norris during a race weekend, sparks fly between the two, but as their feelings deepen, they struggle to balance their secret relationship with their public lives, all while navigating the pressure of the fast-paced F1 scene.

Genre: (Some) Angst, Fluff, Romance

AU: Social Media and Written!au

Pairing: Lando x Afab!Socialite!Reader

Warnings: They fight and Lando’s an asshole, that’s really it

Note: A bit overdue (4 days) but I’ve reached 100 followers and couldn’t be happier! I’m so grateful that this blog I started a month ago is already in the works and publishing fics that are getting good feedback. It’s not perfect but it’s honest work, so thank you guys so much! As always, don’t forget to like + reblog to help me and other writers.

Cruising in Papaya Masterlist. (Prev./Next.)

@papayafansunite LMAO pietra really fumbled the bag by posting a pic of y/n and lando for y/n’s birthday and deleting it. you can’t escape the f1 fandom’s eyes 👁️👁️

@F1TeaHunter Why would Pietra post a photo with Y/N and Lando for Y/n’s birthday and then DELETE IT? Like girl, we already saw it, the internet never forgets 👀

@GridSideDrama Not Pietra accidentally exposing Y/N and Lando on her IG story before deleting it faster than I could screenshot 😭😭 The chaos

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yvesaintlaurant chapter 22 is wild 🥳

maxfewtrell you and lando are a bunch of crazies

— yvesaintlaurant you guys love us though

lando happy birthday my gorgeous girl

— yvesaintlaurant i love you so much

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pietra.pilao love you ! x

lilymhe prettiest girl ever

The morning after Pietra’s accidental slip-up, everything felt different. The weight of the media buzz settled heavily on your shoulders. Notifications from every direction flooded your phone, pulling you into a frenzy of gossip, assumptions, and judgments.

You weren’t used to this kind of attention—not the invasive kind that followed every step you took. In the silence of the hotel room, as you stared at the screen, it felt like the walls were closing in, making it harder to breathe. The perfect life that had once seemed so effortless now felt like a cage.

You could hear Lando’s restless pacing behind you. He was angry, but you knew that anger wasn’t just about the photo. He was frustrated, trapped in the spotlight, and he couldn’t even see it from your side.

You had to get out, but not just physically. You had to get away from the pressure of it all, from the constant scrutiny of the world.

Lando let out a sharp exhale. "I can’t believe this, Y/N," he muttered, his tone laced with irritation.

"One photo, and now the entire world is going wild. They’re taking everything and twisting it. Do they have any idea what this feels like?"

You sat still, refusing to let the anxiety bubble to the surface. You could feel his frustration swirling in the air, but instead of letting it consume you, you tried to stay calm.

"I get it, Lando. I really do. But it’s not just about one photo. It’s the constant digging into our lives. The questions, the assumptions—it doesn’t stop. We can’t keep pretending that it’s fine when we’re both feeling suffocated by it."

His eyes snapped to you, his expression hardening. "And what? You think I’m the one making this harder? You think I wanted this? I didn’t ask for any of it, Y/N."

The words hit harder than you expected, and your chest tightened. You hadn’t come into this relationship wanting to be just another headline or another story.

You hadn’t come into this relationship to be scrutinized under a microscope. You had wanted something real, and maybe, just maybe, you were naïve for believing that could happen in the world they lived in.

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady, but it was hard.

"I’m not blaming you, Lando. But you can’t keep acting like none of this affects you. It’s not just about the fame or the racing—it’s about how we handle this. How we handle each other when it all starts falling apart."

The silence that followed felt heavy—thick with unsaid words and pent-up frustration. Lando stood there, staring at you, his lips pressed tight, and you saw the exhaustion in his eyes.

This wasn’t just about the paparazzi or the media. It was about you, about him, and about whether you both could keep something real in the midst of all the noise.

Lando’s voice broke the silence, his frustration spilling out in a rush.

"You just don’t get it, do you? I’m under constant pressure, every damn day. People watching my every move, judging me for everything. And I’m supposed to just deal with it and pretend it’s all fine? That’s not how it works, Y/N. I don’t need someone who isn’t ready to handle it with me. Someone who’s not tough enough to stick with it."

The sting of his words hit you square in the chest, making your breath catch in your throat. You stood there, the frustration boiling up in your veins, but it wasn’t just frustration—it was hurt.

The implication that you weren’t strong enough, that you couldn’t handle it, cut deeper than any of the media’s harshest critiques. And before you knew it, the anger welled up, pushing you to the brink.

"What do you mean by that?" You demanded, your voice growing sharp. "If you’re implying that I’m not tough enough to deal with this, then maybe I don’t want to be a part of it at all."

The words hung in the air between you both. Lando opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and you saw the moment his words faltered. His face shifted from anger to something else—regret, perhaps, but it was too late. The damage had already been done.

The accusation still stung, a reminder that all the glitter and glam of the world he lived in came with a sharp edge.

You grabbed your bag, moving toward the door. The room felt too small, the space between you suffocating. You needed air. You needed space. You needed to think. You couldn’t stay here, couldn’t stand being in the same room with someone who had just cast doubt on your strength.

Lando’s voice followed you, softer now. "Y/N... Wait."

But you didn’t wait. You couldn’t. You couldn’t stand there, looking at the person you cared about, and still feel like you were walking a tightrope between his world and yours.

Without turning back, you walked out of the room and out of his life for the moment. You needed space, time to think, to breathe. You didn’t know where that space would lead, or what it would mean for you and Lando. But right now, all you knew was that you couldn’t stay, not after the way things had gone down.

You couldn’t get out of that hotel room fast enough. The tension in the air, the harsh words exchanged, it all felt too much to bear.

You needed to escape—needed space to think without the constant weight of everything pressing down on you.

The second you had the chance, you made arrangements for a flight back home. No commercial airlines, no layovers. Just the quickest way out.

Now, as you sat in the plush interior of the private jet, the hum of the engines was the only sound keeping you company. The calm surroundings contrasted with the storm of emotions swirling inside you. The leather seats felt cold, and sterile even, as if the jet itself knew this wasn’t how you’d imagined this day to go.

It should’ve been a time for celebration, but instead, everything felt fragile.

Your phone buzzed several times with missed calls and texts from Lando, but you ignored them. You didn’t want to talk yet. You needed time, and you needed it now.

As the plane soared into the sky, you leaned back in your seat, staring out at the endless horizon. The city lights of London had already faded away, and you were now floating high above the clouds, on your way to Saint Tropez.

You didn’t know what the future held. All you knew was that you needed time—time to clear your head, to figure out what was real between you and Lando when everything felt like it was on the verge of collapsing.

The jet cut through the sky, but it didn’t erase the uncertainty in your chest. It felt like everything you had built with him, all the quiet moments, the stolen glances, the subtle connection, had been shattered in an instant.

Would it ever go back to how it was? Or had this secret life you lived together been nothing more than an illusion?

The next morning, as you settled into the quiet of your private home in Saint Tropez, your phone buzzed again. It was a message from Pietra.

“Hey, I’m so sorry about everything. I never meant to cause any drama. I didn’t know things were… tense between you and Lando. Please don’t hold it against me. I hope you’re okay.”

You stared at the screen for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt. Pietra had no idea about the argument that had erupted between you and Lando. You knew it wasn’t entirely her fault, even if her slip-up had fueled the fire.

You quickly typed back, “It’s okay, P. I know it wasn’t intentional. Don’t worry about it.”

You hit send, but a heavy sigh left your lips as you leaned back against the couch. You could forgive Pietra, but as for Lando… You weren’t sure if you had it in you just yet.

At the Dutch Grand Prix, a month after your fight, Lando was a shadow of the driver everyone had come to know. His focus, usually sharp and steady, was off. Every turn seemed rougher than usual, and his usual precision was replaced with erratic movements that left his crew and teammates exchanging worried glances.

The frustrations that had built up over the past few days were clearly spilling over, but it was more than just race-related stress. Everyone knew that something was eating at him, something personal—and it was showing on the track.

Oscar sat by the pit wall, his eyes fixed on the monitors, but his mind wasn’t on the race. He could see it: Lando was tense, snapping at the team, his mind elsewhere. Oscar knew that look. He’d seen it before.

"You talked to him today?" he asked, glancing at George, who stood nearby.

"No," George said, his face creased with concern. "I don’t think he’s in a good place. I’ve never seen him like this before."

Oscar sighed. "He’s got something on his mind. It’s not just the race. It’s like... he's not even here with us. He’s distracted, running on fumes."

Alex, who had been talking to a few other members of the team, approached the group.

"Have you noticed how he's been since... well, everything went public? I’m pretty sure he’s having a hard time adjusting to all the media heat."

“Yeah, I’ve seen it. He’s keeping his distance, not his usual self,” Oscar said, glancing back at Lando, who was visibly irritated in the garage, wiping the sweat from his forehead and running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Lando’s mind was still spiraling. He knew the rumors were everywhere. The relationship with you, how it had been exposed, how things had gotten out of hand in the media.

He tried to block it all out, tried to focus on the car, on the race, but he couldn’t. Every turn reminded him of you, of how he’d hurt you, and of everything that had been said behind his back.

“I can’t focus, Oscar,” Lando muttered to his teammate as he finally sat down after a particularly frustrating lap. "I don’t know if I can do this."

Oscar could tell he was on the edge. “Lando, what’s going on? Talk to me. We’re all worried about you.”

Lando met Oscar’s gaze, and for a moment, he looked like he was about to break down. But he just shook his head and stood up, taking a deep breath.

“It’s nothing. Just racing stuff.”

Oscar wasn’t convinced. “You can’t keep everything bottled up, mate. We’re here for you, you know that, right?”

Lando didn’t respond. Instead, his gaze drifted to the pit wall again, where the media and his fans were all waiting for a glimpse of him, a piece of the story.

The questions about you, about your relationship, echoed in his mind, and the frustration only built. The media circus surrounding him was nothing compared to the one inside his head. He needed to fix things—he just didn’t know how.

The rest of the team noticed it too. Alex, George, and the rest of McLaren’s crew were starting to sense the tension. They could see that Lando wasn’t himself, and the questions about why you weren’t by his side were starting to surface.

“Where’s Y/N?” Alex asked, noticing the gap in Lando’s usually upbeat demeanor. “Isn’t she usually with him at these races?”

George added, “Yeah, I haven’t seen her here. It’s weird... I thought they were pretty serious. If anything, I thought she’d be here to support him.”

Lando’s chest tightened at the mention of you. He hadn’t heard from you in days, and the silence was eating away at him. His racing pace was faltering, his relationship with you hanging by a thread, and now he was in the middle of a Grand Prix weekend, struggling to find the balance between the man he was and the person he wanted to be for you.

"Let’s just focus on the race," Lando muttered, turning away from the group, but Oscar could see the cracks in his armor. His teammate was hurting, and there was only so much he could do to help.

The race went on, but the weight on Lando’s shoulders wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

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yvesaintlaurant homesick

alexandrasaintmleux cheer up baby, love you

francisca.cgomes i hope you feel better soon

@GossipOnGrid Sources close to the paddock say Y/N and Lando might have cooled things off. Too much drama around them after their relationship went public? 😬 #F1Rumors

@papayachatter lowkey think it’s better if lando and y/n aren’t together. he needs to focus on his career, and she’s got her own life in the spotlight. mixing worlds never ends well

@SpeedyTea Okay, but if Lando and Y/N did break up, can we agree the media ruined it for them? Privacy is a thing, people! Let them live🙄

"Y/N Laurant Spotted Partying in Saint Tropez—Is She Moving On from F1 Drama?" The socialite was seen enjoying herself at an exclusive yacht party in Saint Tropez, surrounded by her inner circle. No mention of F1 or Lando Norris in sight.

"Y/N Laurant Reclaims Her Spotlight with Glamorous Appearances Across Europe" The style icon seems to have fully embraced her pre-F1 lifestyle, spotted at high-profile galas and exclusive beach clubs. Fans speculate she’s leaving the motorsport world behind.

"Y/N Laurant Back on the Socialite Circuit—Fans Wonder If She’s Done with F1" The internet is abuzz with sightings of Y/N at exclusive events in Milan and Saint Tropez, fueling rumors that her connection to the motorsport world has fizzled out.

You watched from your home in Saint Tropez as the headline flashed across your phone screen: Lando Norris Takes Victory in Zandvoort, But Where is His Girlfriend? The picture of Lando, jubilant in the McLaren team shirt, felt bittersweet as you swiped through.

You wanted to be there for him, to share that moment, but the hurt was still too fresh, the unresolved tension between you both too real.

Instead, you sat alone in your family home, sipping on a glass of rosé, trying to make sense of the growing distance between you two. It stung to see him celebrating, winning, and yet, you weren't part of that.

The emptiness that had begun to creep into your life after everything that went down after Silverstone still hadn't dissipated.

The headlines made your stomach churn as they speculated about why the two of you weren't seen together. "Y/N Laurant Spotted with Friends in Milan, but Where’s her speculated boyfriend, F1 Driver Lando Norris? "

They didn’t know the half of it, but you didn’t have the energy to clarify. You couldn’t. All you could focus on was your own life, what you were supposed to be doing, and how to ignore the rawness of it all.

Your sister, Léonie, stepped into the room, her eyes catching the somber mood immediately. She crossed the room, slipping into the seat beside you on the plush velvet couch.

"You're still upset, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice gentle but knowing.

You didn’t respond at first, instead, choosing to look down at your phone again, checking the race results and his victory. You couldn’t help the pang in your chest, but the walls had already been built too high to let him back in.

"I’m fine," you lied.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "You don't need to hide it, Y/N. I can see it." She gently touched your arm, offering a soft smile.

"You’re allowed to feel hurt. But please don’t hide it from me."

You bit your lip, letting the vulnerability seep through despite your best attempts to keep it at bay.

"I just don't know anymore," you whispered. "I thought we had something real. But it feels like... like the pressure from the outside world just ruined it. I don’t think I can handle being in his life if this is how it’s always going to be."

Léonie nodded slowly, understanding the complexity of it all.

"You’re right to feel hurt, but you also don’t have to let the media or the world decide how you should feel. Relationships are hard, especially when you're constantly under a microscope. But you don't need to be afraid of what you feel."

You sighed deeply, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. "I don’t even know if I want to try anymore. The spotlight, the expectations—it’s all too much. It just feels... suffocating."

Léonie's gaze softened, her voice tender as she spoke.

"You’re allowed to protect yourself, Y/N. And if you don’t think you can handle the pressure, that’s okay. But you can’t let it take away what you feel for him, if it’s still there. You need to decide what makes you happy, not anyone else. Not the tabloids, not the fans, and definitely not the people who think they know your heart better than you do."

You let out a long breath, the weight of the situation still heavy on your chest.

"I just don't know if it's worth it anymore. Everything’s a mess, and I don't want to make any more mistakes."

Léonie gave you a reassuring squeeze. "You’ll figure it out, one way or another. But don't shut out what you’re feeling just because it’s hard. Your heart is allowed to be conflicted. Just take things one step at a time."

You nodded, but the ache in your chest didn’t disappear. It couldn’t. The media was relentless, and the world was waiting for an answer. You just weren’t sure if you could give one right now.

Lando stared blankly at the screen of his phone, scrolling through social media, his heart sinking with every photo he saw of you. You looked stunning, as always, a radiant smile on your face as you sipped champagne on a yacht in Saint Tropez.

You were surrounded by your friends, living the life of a carefree socialite, and to the world, you seemed like you were thriving. But to Lando, it was a reminder of how much you seemed to be moving on—without him.

He tossed his phone onto the bed in frustration, running a hand through his messy curls. The chaos in his life had reached a boiling point. On the track, he was off his game. He missed braking points, his focus shattered by the memory of you.

The paddock felt emptier without your quiet support, your grounding presence. Even Oscar had started giving him side-eyes, his usual quips about Lando’s "lovesick puppy" phase having faded into genuine concern.

The worst part was that Lando couldn’t shake the nagging thought that maybe this was his fault. Maybe he’d pushed too hard, said the wrong thing, and now you were gone, living the life you had before he barged into it. His chest ached at the idea that you were happier without him.

“Mate, you’re spiraling,” Max Fewtrell said over a late-night FaceTime, his tone unusually serious. “You’re not even yourself anymore. Just talk to her.”

“I can’t just talk to her, Max,” Lando snapped, pacing the hotel room. “What if she doesn’t want to hear it? What if she’s done?”

Max raised an eyebrow. “What if she’s not? What if she’s waiting for you to make the first move? You can’t sit around moping forever. She’s not going to chase you, and you know it.”

Lando sat down on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. He knew Max was right. He had to stop overthinking and do something. But the fear of rejection loomed large.

He’d messed up, and he wasn’t sure if there was a way to fix it.

By the time the Azerbaijan Grand Prix weekend rolled around, Lando had made up his mind. He heard from some mutual friends that you might be there with them. He knew you still had ties to the paddock, even if you weren’t there for him anymore.

The thought of seeing you, even just for a moment, sent a mix of hope and dread coursing through him.

He stood in the garage on Friday, pretending to review data with his engineer, but his mind was elsewhere. He caught sight of a group entering the paddock—your friends. His heart raced. If they were here, there was a chance you were too.

“Lando,” Oscar nudged him, pulling him out of his trance. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just—yeah,” Lando mumbled, glancing around.

Oscar tilted his head knowingly. “You think she’s here, don’t you?”

Lando didn’t respond, but the answer was written all over his face. He clenched his fists, taking a deep breath. He had to find a way to talk to you. He owed it to you—to himself—to try.

As he walked toward the hospitality area later that evening, his mind raced with what he’d say. He didn’t have a plan, just an overwhelming need to see you, to remind you of what you’d meant to each other.

To see if there was still a chance, even if it was slim.

The tension in his chest was unbearable, but he knew one thing: he couldn’t let you slip away without trying to fix what was broken.

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OKAY SO I HAVE NO IDEA IF THE "oh i thought we were alr moots" WAS ABT ME, SO I APOLOGISE IF IT WASN'T AND IM JUST ASSUMING, BUT ISTG I WAS SCROLLING THRU VOID'S POST AND SAW THEM RB YOUR POST AND THEN WENT "wait. FUCK IM NOT FOLLOWING KAI-" A[PKSL;DJKNF (i switched accounts cuz the prev one got deleted, and ive completely forgotten who i've followed and haven't followed<3) (anywho, either way, hope u have a good day :D)

yeah, it was 😭 i knew it was one of two things: we somehow weren't already moots (but we thought we were - i've been in that situation, lol) or it was an accidental unfollow XD

but, no, that makes total sense 😭 i hope you're having a great day, buttons! <3

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I think for your last reblog (about the collector having trauma) you misread the prev ones as they were talking about comments on wips? Mabye you rebeagled the wrong eagle?

Haha yeah. I accidentally posted my long-ass reply on other post XD

I deleted that one and rebloged that correct one xD