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SELENA GOMEZ & CAMILA CABELLO! 😍

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Get Out of My Head

Minho x reader (enemies to lovers)

WARNING

contains: teasing, stimulation over clothes

WC: 1.1k

imagine: you and Minho have been dance partners, but haven't been able to connect with each other. Until Minho has an idea.

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I’ve been practicing for hours on end. Repeating the same movements as I was when Minho was here. God the nerve on him, I have been working my ass off for the entire week. I can’t deny he’s wrong though, I’m not comfortable with him. “What the hell is wrong with me” I voice to myself.

“I don’t know, you tell me” I’m startled by his low voice, echoing throughout the room. 

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you it’s rude to stare” I scoff at him, but I feel tingly on the inside, that he’s been watching me this whole time. Watching my movements, studying every twist and turn. Get out of your head Y/N. 

“Me. Rude? Never.” his body stalks to me making his tall figure known. “Do you remember what I said earlier?”

“What? The fact that I need to get comfortable with you to actually do the moves correctly? Yeah, I remember” I cross my arms over my smaller frame, trying to make my tiny body intimidating. I laugh at the thought, me intimidating to the Lee Minho. Yeah right, I have a better chance of looking intimidating to a Rottweiler.

“What’s so funny?” my thoughts escape me as I realize the close proximity. While I was off in my head he was stepping closer with every word. His hand gently creases my chin holding me still to meet his gaze. “Dance with me” his touch leaves me wanting more, and I curse at the thought. 

“What?” I breathe. 

“You heard me, dance with me. This is the only way that we can become comfortable with each other. Nothing precise, just dance” It's a good idea, this is the only way I know how to communicate, and it seems like this is the only way Minho can too. 

“Ugh, fine” I make my way to the middle of the studio contemplating what song he might choose. “Bam Bam” by Camila Cabello & Ed Sheeran pools through the speakers. I can’t help the small laugh and wide smile that plays on my face, he’s taking it slowly and I appreciate it. God help me, I appreciate Minho. 

“We’ll start with something simple” he jogs to my side and captures my body. We dance slowly to it, taking our time with the melting rhythm. I break our connection swaying my body to the melody. The second the music picks up Minho is back behind me, melting his body to mine making swift movement with each pound. I turn around waltzing with Minho, the smile we share is blinding. Minho dips my body bringing me back up and swaying with the beat once more. We’re close, really close but I don’t mind, right now all I’m doing is just dancing. A laugh breaks through the song, I realize it’s Minho’s rare chuckle that fills the room. With the final bang of the song, the room fades to silence. I can’t stop the smile on my face and I don’t think Minho can help his either.

“I have an idea” I skip to his phone where it’s plugged into the speakers, two can play this game. I type in “Don’t Go Yet” and race back to Minho. Camilo Cabello once again fills the rooms with her sweet melody. This song is a lot faster than the last, but Minho’s smirk seems to like the challenge. With my arms around Minho’s neck, I sway my hips with every strike of the beat, while Minho’s hands search my body. At the same time, his eyes search mine with any sort of retreat, but all he can find is a welcome party. Not even a second after, the music starts to speed up and Minho spins me in his arms and each step is matched with the melody. The score of the song breaks through the speakers, and before I know it I’m being lifted into the air. Minho’s arms keep me locked into place until the music goes back to its slower rhythm. The movements that capture us can’t be explained, I’m transported to a place where it’s just me and Minho, dancing like there’s no tomorrow. He sets me down going back to our comfortable sway.  At the climax of the song, I take a chance and leap into Minho’s embrace, he welcomes me and spins me around the room until the song ends. I laugh into his shoulder as he still holds me. His scent fills my body, mint and pure sweetness.

“No more easy stuff”  he sets me down on my feet as he retrieves a chair from the corner of the room. He sets it down in the middle of the studio and walks quickly back to his phone. I immediately recognize the song that fills the room, suddenly when Minho’s eyes meet mine, they're dark, sinful, and lustful. The beat is striking, punching the speakers, but that doesn’t stop our slow movements. Minho’s steps are slow, too slow, but when he finally reaches me his hands are searching for something, anything, a treasure that will never be found. 

The heat builds from my core all through my body, until he steps back and sits on the chair. “I won’t do anything until you show me you're ready” his low voice is so pure and honest, but I’m blinded by the growing heat that I can’t focus on anything but his lips. I make slower steps to him, straddling  his thighs and climbing my palms until my hands are resting on his chest and I’m straddling his lap. The score of the song chimes in and my hands search with every pound of the beat, exploring his body. He keeps his hands still at his sides itching to touch me. Yet again the climax of the song punishes the speaker.

“Fuck waiting” With a growl he grabs the nape of my neck and devours my mouth, exploring my tongue and worshipping my lips. It feels like hours, but only mere minutes, I pull away for a breath, and Minho gently bites my bottom lip making me hungry for more. Once I have that small needed breath it’s my turn to devour him. I grab hold of his neck pulling him closer to me, my breasts slam against his chest, and my breathing quickens with every stroke of electricity that vibrates through my body. His kiss matches with the same desperation I feel. My voice betrays me, and as a moan escapes between us, it earns me a low groan from Minho. I take that as a plea to keep going so I break our kiss only to return the touch with tracing kisses along his jaw. He smells fucking fantastic. The mixture of mint can only be described as male. The song has died, but we don’t break our intimate pursuit. My body moves on its own as it grinds against Minho's lap and Minho lets his hands roam as they please. I don’t try to stop him when his hands reach under my shirt and cup my breasts. I break away from my kisses to go back to my real treat.

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this is just a short story I don't think I plan on writing anything to proceed with this one.

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Easy – Camila Cabello

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Always thought I was hard to love 'Til you made it seem so easy, seem so easy

Hyde Park at this time of the year was beautiful. It was not summer anymore but fall was not there yet. It was a perfect in between. Strolling along the path, Charles and Lyanna were peacefully enjoying the end of the afternoon, hand in hand. The park wasn't too crowded, the usual tourists having deserted London a few weeks ago. Lyanna had spent the afternoon taking Charles to her favourite places in the English capital. A far cry from the tourist spots, for which Charles was grateful. He wanted to discover Lyanna's London, not the postcard version. He already knew that side of the city. And that had made the young woman happy. He had listened for hours to her tell him story after story. He couldn't help wondering if he too was like that when he talked about Monaco. Seeing her so passionate left a bitter taste in his mouth, a feeling of guilt he couldn't ignore. He couldn't see himself asking her to leave this city that had made her so happy for him. He knew it was something they would have to discuss sooner or later. How to deal with the distance. What to do about it. He knew that one of them would have to make a compromise if they wanted their relationship to last.

They ended up stopping in front of an ice cream shop. Lyanna turned to Charles with a big smile on her face. He found her adorable. She looked like a child on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa Claus. It was rare to see her like that, so carefree. They both ended up ordering two vanilla ice creams. If some people found that boring, they were far from it. As Lyanna had explained to Charles, the simplest things were always the best. And Charles could not disagree with her.

“Oh my god, Lyanna Michel?”

The actress turned around and came face to face with two teenage girls who couldn't have been more than fifteen years old. One of them took out her phone while her friend walked towards Lyanna, looking shy.

“Hello girls.” She greeted them.

“Oh my god, it’s really you!” exclaimed one of them.

“We’re huge fans of yours! Would it be possible to have a picture? It would mean a lot.”

“Yeah, sure. No problem. What are your names girls?”

“I’m Lucy and this is Jasmine.”

One of them turned to Charles to ask if he could take the photo, which Charles gladly accepted. It wasn't every day that he was asked to stand behind the lens and not in front of it. Lyanna took the two girls by the shoulders and smiled broadly. They took a few shots before taking their phones back.

“Thank you so much! You’re like… my idol, I love you so much. It’s because of you that I want to be an actress. I aspire to be like you one day.” Confessed Lucy.

“Well Lucy, do you want some advice?” asked Lyanna.

Lucy nodded, eager to hear what Lyanna was about to say.

“Don’t try to be someone else. Be you. Always. If you want to follow this career path, that’s what you have to remember. Always be natural, it’s a field where everyone want to be someone else, what will make the difference is your authenticity. That and working hard.”

“Thank you for you time and I promise that I will remember that. Have a nice day!”

“You too girls.”

When they had gone their separate ways, Charles returned to Lyanna, handing her the ice cream she had set aside.

“You were great with them.” He said to her.

“Well, I try to. It does not happen often though, don’t worry.”

“My girlfriend is famous, that is something that I will have to remember.”

“Girlfriend, hum? I thought we agreed to not put any labels on ou relationship, yet.”

“Sorry, slip of the tongue.”

“I’m joking, Charles. I like it.” She confessed while slipping her arm beneath Charles’s.

“Thank God because I wasn’t really sorry and it was not really a slip of the tongue. I’m serious about us Lyanna. I don’t see myself with someone other than you. I don’t want to scare you away but…”

“You don’t. I’m not scared, strangely. I thought I would be but I feel fine about it. About us.”

“I’m glad. So does it mean that you will let me take you out on a proper date tonight? I was thinking about Italian food?”

“I would really like that to be honest and it’s perfect because my favorite Italian restaurant is not far away from the apartment.”

Once inside, Charles felt panic sweep over him. This wasn't the first time he and Lyanna had been alone together, but this time it was as a couple and not as friends. He was putting pressure on himself that he knew was unnecessary. As for Lyanna, she had locked herself in the guest room to get ready, leaving her room to Charles. If Charles was stressed, she was not; she felt serene. Charles already knew a lot about her and her past and he was still there, he hadn't run away. Her greatest fear had not been confirmed. She put on a bright red midi dress with puffed sleeves and applied the same colour to her lips before knocking on her bedroom door to see if Charles was all right.

When he opened the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. He knew Lyanna was beautiful, he wasn't blind, but seeing her in red disturbed him more than he cared to admit. His gaze riveted on her lips. Everything about her appearance invited him to give in to her. He cleared his throat to try to compose himself.

“Charles, are you okay?”

“Perfect. You sure you want to go out?”

“Did you change your mind?” she was suddenly worried he didn’t want to be seen with her.

“No. No absolutely not. It’s just… Fuck you’re gorgeous, Lya. I would rather have you all to myself right now than being out in public and not being able to touch you as I would love to right now.”

The young woman became as red as her dress as she slowly began to register what Charles implied. To avoid further embarrassment, she turned away from him to pick up her handbag. A small smile of pride stretched across the pilot's face as he discovered how much he enjoyed making her feel uneasy. Seeing her blush because of him gave him sensations he didn't find unpleasant.

The restaurant had a plant-based decor. Ivy surrounded the pillars supporting the ceiling and the place had a subdued, intimate atmosphere that the couple loved. The waiter took them to the back of the restaurant, to a table isolated from the rest of the room where they could be really at ease. As they sat quietly at their table, the waiter came back to them and, holding out the menu with a trembling hand, confessed to Charles that he was a fervent Ferrari fan and if the driver didn't mind taking a photo, he'd be happy to do so. With a broad smile Charles thanked him for his support and let him get his phone out to take a selfie. Wishing him a good end to the season, he went back to work, leaving them alone at last.

“Sorry about that.” He excused himself.

“I say it’s a tie, ball back into play. To use a sporting metaphor. And since you’re so good with balls…” she teased him referencing to his football skills.

“Are you mocking me, miss Michel?”

“Me? Mocking you? Never, I wouldn’t dare.” She looked at him with a malicious gleam in her eyes.

“You will laugh less when I’ll punish you.”

“And what are you going to do to me, hum?”

“Keep going and you’ll discover it soon enough, love.”

They kept teasing each other and laughing together for a while before moving to more serious topics and conversations.

“How do you feel about meeting my family, officially?” asked Charles

In a few days' time he and Lyanna would be flying back to Monaco to celebrate Charles' 26th birthday with his close family and friends. A big party was organised. A room in a luxury hotel in Monte Carlo had been rented and made private so that they could all get together. Pierre was invited too, and it wasn't stupid to think that Kika would be joining him. Lyanna was delighted at the prospect, looking forward to meeting up with the young Portuguese girl whom she considered to be the little sister she had never had.

“A bit stressed, I admit. I’ve never really met in laws before so it’s all pretty new to me.”

“Don’t worry, my mom is looking forward to meeting you. And you already know my brothers and some of my closest friends. You’ll be fine.”

“What if your mom doesn’t like me?”

“She will love you Lya. I don’t see why she would not. I’m happy with you and it’s all that matters to her.”

“Should I bring her a gift or something?”

“Hey, it’s my birthday. Not hers. Speaking of, can I have a hint on what you are going to give me?”

“Not even in your dreams, Leclerc. You will have to wait.”

“Bummer.”

The evening passed so quickly that soon it was just the two of them in the restaurant. It was as if they were in their own bubble, far away from everything and everyone, from problems and tensions. So much so that neither of them saw the paparazzi taking shot after shot from outside.

“I had an incredible time tonight Charles” admitted Lyanna as she walked through the door of her flat.

“Me too, but I'm glad to finally be alone with you.”

The young man approached the actress, grabbed her by the waist and gave her a slow kiss. Lyanna's arms naturally went first around the pilot's broad shoulders before settling in around his neck and playing with the hair at the base of his neck. She pressed herself against him a little harder, eliciting a groan from Charles.

“What are you doing to me, Lya?” the pilot muttered hoarsely.

“I could ask you the same question.”

The young woman's lips returned to Charles'. With a clumsy gesture he got rid of his jacket before doing the same with Lyanna's, which he threw into the corner of the room. With a clumsy hand, trying as best she could to stay in the warmth of the Monegasque's body, she got rid of her heels, which were hurting her feet. Losing her balance, she was barely caught by the pilot's firm hand. 

“So eager. Be careful, Lya.”

Charles pulled her back against him before cupping his hands under Lyanna's thighs and lifting her onto the kitchen counter. The kisses and caresses became more urgent, clumsier. They became a combination of gasps, whimpers, and ruffled fabrics. 

“Lyanna, babe. If we keep going, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself.” Warned her Charles between two kisses.

Her eyes clouded with desire and her breath coming in short gasps, Lyanna gently moved away from him, letting her head rest against his chest.

“You’re right. We should stop.”

“Yeah, we should.”

“But I don’t want to Charles.” She said looking at him determinedly in the eyes.

That’s all Charles needed to hear before pouncing on her. Between two tender touches, Charles carried Lyanna to the bedroom where he laid her more or less gently on the bed before joining her there. It soon became impossible to determine where one body began and the other ended. Under the light of the full moon, they became one.

Sore but satisfied, Lyanna woke up the next morning to Charles spooning her. She could feel the Monegasque's deep breathing against her neck and the warmth of his hands on her bare stomach. Trying as best she could to free herself and reach for her phone to check the time, she was surprised by the number of notifications waiting for her. After many contortions, she managed to free herself from her boyfriend's embrace. Without a sound she put on one of Charles's T-shirts and slipped out of the room to let him sleep.

It was the message from her best friend that caught her attention. A few words were written but just enough so Lyanna could get a hold of the situation.

Daily Mail. Paparazzi. You and Charles. (by the way you guys look so cute I want to throw up)

Her agent's message was much the same. Except that she asked him what Lyanna wanted to do. First of all, Lyanna decided to look at the photos to see for herself the extent of the damage. She had no trouble finding the article as it was trending on the internet.

She moves on as fast as a Ferrari

After denying rumours a few months ago that she was in a relationship with Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc and casting doubt on a potential romance between herself and her playing partner David Halloway, Lyanna Michel was spotted yesterday getting cozy with the Italian team's number 1 driver.

Lyanna read the article no further. There was no point, nothing good would come of it anyway. She didn't want to ruin her day with it. She wrote a quick reply to her manager asking her to let it go and prepared breakfast. The day was full enough for her as in the evening she was invited to an event with UNICEF, with whom she had recently become involved, to discuss the association's missions and set up new projects.

Charles woke up alone in bed, but with Lyanna's scent on him. Clumsily, while still asleep, he reached for his phone to check the time and, like Lyanna, found himself swamped by messages. When he realized what was happening, his first thought was for Lyanna. The last time the press had interfered in their relationship, they had been just friends, and that had already ended in tears and screams. He had no desire to see it happen again. Wide awake this time, he rushed out of the bedroom, dressed only in his boxer shorts, and found the young woman, smiling, making coffee and cutting fruit. The radio was playing softly in the background. He stopped dead in his tracks; of all the scenarios he'd imagined, the one before him wasn't one of them.

Swaying her hips to the music, she was completely in his world. The shirt rising dangerously high up her thighs made Charles swallow, images of last night flooding back into his mind. When she finally noticed him, she gave him a gentle smile before approaching him with a steaming mug in one hand and a bowl of fruit in the other. She placed a light kiss on Charles's cheek, standing on tiptoe as she passed, and set up the table.

“You okay, Charles?”

“Yeah. It’s just. I was not expecting to see you like that, that’s all.”

“Why?” She asked laughing slightly.

“Have you seen the news?” he asked with caution.

“You mean the Daily Mail and the pictures? Yep I did.”

“And you are okay with it?”

“Does it make me happy that the paps caught us? Obviously not. But it was a risk and I know that being with you will bring attention, that’s something I came to term with. I made peace with the fact that no matter what we’ll do, people will talk and judge. It’s still not a nice feeling, but what can we do about it?”

“I… I definitely was not expecting to see you like that to be honest.” Admitted Charles.

“Oh, sorry. Do you want me to cry and push you away?”

“No absolutely not!”

“Thought so. And to be honest, after last night I feel so great that I don’t think anything or anyone can bring me down.”

“Glad to know that I made you feel like that. It’s flattering.”

She smacked him on the back of the head. They spent the morning and the day doing nothing but playing together, chatting and staying in bed. Then came the time for them to leave for the event. Dressed in a black jumpsuit for Lyanna, Charles having decided to wear an outfit of the same color, they set off.

It was an intimate event, with a few influential personalities, nonetheless. Lyanna met and chatted with some of the association's leaders, while Charles preferred to stay in the background and leave the young woman to her business. He found her attractive in the way she asked questions and mingled with people. He whispered a few words in her ear before heading for the buffet, where he had an unobstructed view of the room. His gaze never left Lyanna for a moment. He still found it hard to believe she was his. The more time passed, the less he felt like letting her go. He knew she'd come with him to Monaco the very next day to be there for his birthday, and then she'd come with him to Las Vegas too. But then he'd have to say goodbye, and that was a moment he dreaded.

A few minutes later, the young woman joined him, and he took the opportunity to hand her a glass of champagne and some hors d'oeuvres he'd set aside for her.

“Did I tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman in the room?” he asked her leaning towards her to brush his lips against hers.

“Charles stop, we’re in public.” She scolded him, laughing.

“Let me be a proud boyfriend, okay?”

They were so much in their own world that Lyanna didn't hear someone approach her and greet her.

“Lyanna?”

At these words, she froze, her face suddenly pale. Slowly she turned around. In front of her, a young blond man with ice-blue eyes was staring at her, sincerely surprised to find her there.

“James?”

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author's note: Happy quali day!! Hoping for a nice quali session for Charles and a good sunday. The Ferraris seem good even though we all know that we don't have the right to be happy when we support FerrarI, so let's not get our hopes up. I really loved writing this chapter and hope you like it as well! Let me know what your thoughts are, as usual I love interacting with you and reading your reactions. It always makes me happy.

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Aisha and Nabu Moodboard

They knew each other as kids but didn’t talk for years after their mothers got into a bad fight. Their mom’s mending their relationship is what lead to their arranged marriage

Nabu will follow Aisha’s lead and is willing to try out anything with her, be it jumping from an airplane, learning cumbias or surfing, he just goes along with anything

Nabu really helps Aisha heal her inner child, they love playing and just goofing off, especially since Aisha didn’t often have chances to do it when she was a kid due to her strict upbringing

They love to cuddle, Aisha loves being held tightly and Nabu loves her weight on his chest, it is not rare to see them curled up together

Nabu is Aisha’s first relationship so they take things slow (also to make sure that they really fell for each other naturally and not just because of convinience due to the arranged marriage thing)

Never Be The Same by Camila Cabello, How Would You Feel (Paean) by Ed Sheeran and This Love by Taylor Swift are their songs

Masterlist

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Unpopular opinion, but weather it’s Sabrina, Camila, or even that old lady from big brother, they’re gonna take the moment to get some kind of attention from being linked to Shawn Mendes because he’s the more famous one in that situation. Camila cabello fans don’t like to admit that but she definitely fed into the attention she got from being with him, I don’t know if Sabrina did because it honestly seems like all they did was hook up and it was rarely ever mentioned again. They were photographed together twice and then spotted together a few times but that’s really it. That old lady Charlie went straight to liking TMZ post about them the day they were photographed together and then followed all types of celebrity gossip accounts (she even followed Deuxmoi when that cult stuff was posted). They haven’t been spotted together since last year and she had her instagram comments off, until last week she turned them back on. Now she’s constantly interacting with extremely old comments from last year about Shawn and just announced her new EP and asked people to stream and support it💀.

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hey bab, songs 2, 37, and 61 please :)

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The real two genres of songs on my wrapped are "songs I listen to on repeat to blaze through spreadsheet work at my job" and "fandom brainrot". This one is the former thing.

Oh! A rare song for me! I just liked the vibes of this one quite a bit.

Now this one just whips and I think it's probably been on multiple wrappeds for me :)

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Okay

I want you to listen

I want you to pay attention to the way these women open their mouth are you able to here is the fact that yes their throats are a little more rounded closed but they are not tight

It’s sia

They all sing like they have at least an ounce of water in their mouths

Ariana does it too

That high-pitched baby voice affect it’s not a sound it’s meant for easier access when it comes to limited vocal capabilities very rarely do you here alto and below take on lead melody

We still have to be able to access the entire scale as well as the three different parts of our voices

There should be no issue with modulating it for a first or second chair



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Hi! Just want to say that I love your blog and appreciate all the work you put into answering everybody’s requests 🤍

I would like to request a reading on Shawn Mendes. For some context, he cancelled his world tour in July 2022 after just seven shows due to mental health issues. He has been taking a break from making music and being in the spotlight ever since he cancelled his tour. He rarely ever posts on social media nowadays (it has been several months, and this is someone who used to be quite active on social media). It feels like the relationship between him and his fans is becoming strained, as this is someone who would constantly interact with his fans all the time. He has gone completely MIA this year. On top of that, his last album (Wonder) and his latest single (What The Hell Are We Dying For?) did not do so well in terms of sales. It also seems like his break up with Camila Cabello has taken a toll on him. He used to be so passionate about music and performing, but now the fans are not so sure if that is still the case. My question is: will he ever come back and release music? If so, when would that be? Does he still enjoy making music or has he fallen out of love with it? What is the reason for his inactivity?

Thank you so much. And sorry for all the detail - I just wanted to give you as much information as possible to help you connecting with his energy :) Much love 🤍

Thank you very much❤️ It warms me to know someone appreciates my readings. I do put a lot of effort in them. And I love what I do.

And for sure I can do a reading for Shawn Mendes❤️