#model lando

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This picture is so funny to me cuz why is Oscar being his good boy :] self and Lando is mugging the fuck off

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He looks so good in this ad

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very proud to be here with all of you as we witnessed an exquisitely beautiful boy become an exquisitely beautiful man ... x x x x

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Alina Lando

by Mavrin

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Hiiii, I love your blog so much. I was wondering if you could do Lando, who's girlfriend is a model. It is during the fashion weeks and she is very exhausted but boyfriend Lando takes care of her and is cheering her on the whole time. Thank you bby 💘

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 🧡

Lights, Camera and Flashes

The buzzing chaos of Fashion Month had arrived. Yn was in her element, juggling fittings, rehearsals, and back-to-back shows across New York, London, Milan, and Paris. As the world’s most sought-after model, her name was on every designer’s list. Each city meant new challenges, new outfits, and new pressures.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay?” Lando asked as they touched down in New York for the first leg of the month.

Yn, seated beside him on the private jet, turned to give him a smile. “I’m fine, Lando. Just excited. It’s going to be a long month, but I’ve done this before.”

He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Yeah, but this year, you’re in every major show. You’re human, Yn, not a robot.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said firmly, squeezing his hand. “Especially with you here.”

Lando chuckled. “Alright, but remember, the moment you feel off, you tell me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she promised.

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New York

The energy in New York was electric. Yn stepped into the first fitting at Alexander Wang’s studio, where she was immediately swarmed by assistants and stylists. Lando stayed close but out of the way, watching her work with awe.

“You’re staring again,” Yn teased during a break, catching him leaning against the wall with a goofy grin.

“Can’t help it,” he replied. “You’re incredible.”

Show day arrived, and Lando was front and center in the audience, holding a bouquet of red roses. As the music boomed and Yn stepped onto the runway, he couldn’t contain himself.

“Let’s go, Yn!” he shouted, drawing amused glances from nearby attendees.

Yn strutted down the runway, her confidence radiant. She caught Lando’s eyes briefly, a small smile tugging at her lips. When the show ended, Lando was waiting backstage with his bouquet, pulling her into a tight hug.

“You killed it,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Thanks, babe.”

But as they exited the venue, they were met by a sea of paparazzi. Lando immediately stepped into protective mode, wrapping his arm around Yn’s waist and glaring at anyone who got too close.

“Back up,” he barked, shielding her with his body.

“Lando, it’s okay,” Yn murmured, though she appreciated his protectiveness.

He guided her safely to their car, refusing to let go until they were away from the chaos.

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London

The second week brought them to London, where Yn had fittings with Burberry and Victoria Beckham. Though she was still riding the high from New York, Lando noticed the subtle changes—her slightly slower pace, the way she leaned on him more often.

“Feeling alright?” he asked one evening as they returned to the hotel.

“Yeah,” she replied, but her voice lacked its usual energy.

Lando wasn’t convinced. After her first show in London, she came backstage to find him waiting with a massive bouquet of lilies.

“You didn’t have to do this again,” she said, though her smile betrayed how much she loved it.

“Of course, I did. You deserve it.”

The paparazzi were even more aggressive in London, shouting questions and shoving cameras in their faces. Lando tightened his grip on Yn’s hand, his jaw set.

“Lando, it’s fine,” she whispered, but he shook his head.

“It’s not fine. They don’t get to treat you like this.”

Once they were safely inside their car, Lando turned to her. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he said.

“I can handle it,” she replied softly.

“You shouldn’t have to,” he countered.

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Milan

By the time they arrived in Milan, Yn’s energy was noticeably lower. Her flawless walk on the runway was still the talk of the industry, but off-stage, she was quieter, more fatigued.

“You’re not eating enough,” Lando pointed out one morning as she picked at her breakfast.

“I’m just not hungry,” she said.

“You’re running on fumes, Yn,” he said, his voice filled with concern.

“I’m fine, Lando,” she insisted, though the dark circles under her eyes told a different story.

Lando doubled down on his support, making sure she had everything she needed. After each show, he was there with flowers, helping her navigate the crowds and shielding her from the paparazzi.

When she came back to the hotel after her third show in Milan, she collapsed onto the bed. Lando didn’t say a word; he simply ordered room service, drew a bath, and set up her favorite playlist.

“Come on, princess,” he said, lifting her gently. “Time to relax.”

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Paris

By the time they reached Paris, Yn was running on pure determination. Paris Fashion Week was the grand finale, and every major designer wanted her.

Lando could see how hard she was pushing herself, and it worried him.

“Yn, you need to slow down,” he said one evening as they walked back to their suite.

“I can’t,” she replied, her voice cracking. “This is the biggest week of the year.”

“And you’re the biggest model of the year. You’ve already proven yourself,” he argued. “Your health is more important.”

She didn’t respond, but he noticed the tears welling in her eyes.

On the night of her final show, Lando was louder than ever, cheering her on as she walked the runway. When it was over, he met her backstage with the largest bouquet yet.

“You did it,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

“I’m so tired,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

“I know, baby. I’ve got you,” he said, kissing her forehead.

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When they finally returned to their hotel that night, Lando went all out to pamper her. He ordered her favorite food, prepared a warm bubble bath, and queued up her favorite movie.

“Lando,” Yn said as she sank into the bath, “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t have to,” he said, sitting beside the tub. “You’re my princess, Yn. You deserve the world.”

As the movie played later, Yn curled up in Lando’s arms, her head resting on his chest.

“I couldn’t have done this without you,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

“You don’t have to do anything alone,” he replied, brushing a kiss against her temple. “I’ll always be here for you.”

Yn drifted off to sleep, the exhaustion of the month finally catching up to her. But with Lando by her side, she felt safe, loved, and completely at peace.

And for Lando, there was no greater honor than being her rock.

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Alina Lando

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[mctwinkdom]

I HAVE THINGS TO SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Actually obsessed with alll of the content of our boy Osc from the week leading up to the Monaco GP like just look at that face urggggh

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Creatures in Heaven

Model!Logan AU

[Once a racer, always a racer, Dalton had said once, under the Floridian sun, on the ever-blue waters of the Keys, bittersweet wine and cold beer heavy on their tongues. Logan has laughed, head thrown up to the sun he grew up under and tries to ignore the cold feeling in his gut that reminded him of gloomy early mornings and cold spring nights.]

logansargeant made a new post!

liked by liamlawson30, oscarpiastri and 890,972 more

logansargeant: told me he knew a place and then took me home

liamlawson30: i was tired 🙄

olliebearman: this is what you guys did when we left??

frederikvestioffical: are we even surprised at this point

oscarpiastri: this is why you didn’t come back with us

liamlawson30: he chose me

oscarpiastri: we live together

arthur_leclerc: since when???

user4: liam and oscar fighting over logan was not on my bingo card

user5: they used to do this all the time

logansargeant made a new post!

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logansargeant: back to work, have a lot coming up in a few weeks

arthur_leclerc: was the pizza just for the photoshoot or did you eat it

olliebearman: ignore him, we got our new diet plan

logansargeant: we ate it and it was yummy

olliebearman: arthur just let out a sob

user6: surprised oscar hasn’t liked the post

user7: my brother in christ, the australia gp is currently going on

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logansargeantspotify:

currently playing: Wanna be yours by The Arctic Monkeys

logansargeantoffical: ??? let a man pine in peace??

user8: okay heart eyes logan sargeant

user9: you say this like if you don’t ignore anything and everything when oscar is in front of you

user10: exactly like stand up!!

logansargeantspotify:

Now playing: Lover of Mine by 5sos

user11: oh he’s in trenches

user12: pulling out 5sos is criminal

logansargeantoffical: making my spotify private wtf i do not need to be called out at 5 in the morning

oscarpiastri: mate…

logansargeantoffical: aren’t you supposed to be asleep 🤨 that’s the whole reason we hung up

oscarpiastri: landon wanted ice cream

logansargeantoffical: you tell a man goodnight and he goes out with another 😞

landonorris: don’t be jealous sarge, he wanted the ice cream more than me i was already falling asleep

user13: SARGE???

user14: i know!!

user15: you guys are so funny, logan hangs out in the Mclaren hospitality whenever he has time to go to a grand prix

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Quadrant Club Athletic Lookbook

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Sometimes we (portuguese) call “testicles” “tomatoes”, like “he has big tomatoes” 👀

beloved dork 🫶🏼