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piastri-lover · 8 months

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only her; lando norris

summary: in which you and your boyfriend go on holiday together, but the only pictures he seems to share are of you

pairing: lando norris x reader

authors note: this is my first one of these but i keep seeing other people's so i really wanted to try!! please send in any requests u have and i'll try and do them asap!!

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yourusername 📍santorini, greece

tagged: landonorris liked by pierregasly, landonorris and 1328947 others yourusername honey, honey, how he thrills me x view comments

user1 im so fucking jealous of her -user2 why shes just an attention seeking whore --user1 bitch who are u to talk

carlossainz55 why does he looks so goofy in the water? -yourusername who taught u the word goofy lol --carlossainz55 lando :))

landonorris prettiest boy ever (and ig shes kinda cute too) -yourusername think hes kinda mid icl

landonorris love u baby x -yourusername ig i love u too --landonorris i take it back ---user3 i want what they have

user4 im sorry but why does she literally have the perfect body liked by landonorris -user4 ahh lando liked

user5 does no one else think they're only together bc she's a golddigger and he likes her body -user6 i do always feel like there's no chemistry --user7 its their relationship why do u care??

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landonorris 📍santorini, greece

tagged: yourusername liked by pierregasly, carlossainz55 and 5927462 others landonorris her.view comments

carlossainz55 u were on holiday for 2 weeks and u only have pictures of ur gf -landonorris only ones worth posting

user8 carlos is saying what we're all thinking -user9 can't believe she's manipulated lando like this --user10 bitch u better be joking

yourusername we went to 4 diff islands and they're the only photos u have -landonorris i can post the one of u after that night in mykonos --yourusername nvm these are great

yourusername don't know who that guy is but i LOVE his hands -user11 omg she's so real for that

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landonorris

tagged: yourusername liked by pierregasly, oscarpiastri and 3183640 others landonorris thanks for 100k likes on twt, i think she looks as pretty as ever xx view comments

user12 how does she still look so good -user13 fr like i don't even know why she made such a big deal out of it --user14 attention seeking i bet

yourusername i hate u -landonorris love u 2 baby xx

oscarpiastri did u take any other photos in greece -landonorris wdym i've only posted the prettiest views --oscarpiastri smooth

user15 i wish i was her -user16 i wish i was lando so i could just stare at her all day

georgerussell63 lando's giggling at all the comments about how pretty y/n is -landonorris fuck off no i'm not --yourusername i wish u were that's kinda hot ---landonorris i 100% was

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yourusername 📍greece

liked by landonorris, alexalbon and 793583 others yourusername bc lando refuses to share photos from holiday... view comments

user17 yk they were staying in the best hotels -user18 joys of dating an f1 driver

user19 ik that lando was just the most romantic on this trip liked by yourusername

landonorris these photos are mid compared to the ones on my page -yourusername ur mid compared to me --user20 facts liked by landonorris

landonorris am i right in saying the third photo is before u fell over and grazed ur knee -yourusername fuck offffff --landonorris love u bitch

user21 i want what they have -user22 witty banter in comment sections?? --user21 no lol good looks

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landonorris replied to your story:

landonorris look so good baby xx

yourusername thank u my love missing greece so much

landonorris yeah me too

yourusername the food the music the hot weather the views

landonorris looking at u everyday

yourusername oh shut up

landonorris never ;) see u on friday x

yourusername yeah love u ig

landonorris i kinda love u as well

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landonorris 📍santorini, greece

tagged: yourusername liked by pierregasly, yourusername and 4193759 others landonorris missing her hours x view comments

user23 okay i do kinda see why he likes her she's stunning -user24 i don't know how lando norris of all people pulled her --user25 she's everything and he's just ken

maxfewtrell @/yourusername pls come get ur man he hasn't shut up about u since he got home -yourusername don't tell him but i do kinda miss him --landonorris i fucking knew it ---yourusername nvm im over it

yourusername ik u took other photos post them bitch -landonorris these the only pretty ones --yourusername idk how someone is so cute and infuriating at the same time

user26 at this point i'm not even convinced lando went on holiday i think he just took photos of y/n liked by landonorris

user27 she's stunning

user28 lando dump y/n and pick me instead -yourusername @/landonorris u heard them --landonorris sorry baby but the people have spoken ---yourusername @/user28 hope ur ready to deal with his snoring lol ----landonorris Y/N FUCK OFF!!

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ef-1 · 8 months

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Known driver hater Daniel Ricciardo talking about being glad he was FAR AWAY!! in the US while the other drivers kept bumping into eachother in Mykonos :

Also Daniel:

1. With Lewis in Coachella

2. With Max and his Dutch friends

3. With Charles in Vegas:

4. With George in Ibiza

you really attract what you fear

#is this reverse manifestation #this is for anon who sent the history of daniels holidays and the [redacted] and [redacted] comparison youre SO right💋#daniel: i hate these mfs so much do NOT let any of them near me when im on vacation!!!#daniel when he sees one of the mfs-#:D!!!#f1 #daniel ricciardo #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #max verstappen #george russell

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creative-anchorage · 6 months

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If you were to imagine the first car-free neighborhood built from scratch in the modern US, it would be difficult to conceive such a thing sprouting from the environs of Phoenix, Arizona. [...] But it is here that such a neighborhood, called Culdesac, [...] an unusual experiment has emerged that invites Americans to live in a way that is rare outside of fleeting experiences of college, Disneyland or trips to Europe: a walkable, human-scale community devoid of cars.

[...] The apartments are also mixed in with amenities, such as a grocery store, restaurant, yoga studio and bicycle shop, that are usually separated from housing by strict city zoning laws. ... “It’s positively European, somewhere between Mykonos and Ibiza,” said Jeff Speck, a city planner and urban designer who took a tour of Culdesac earlier this year. “It is amazing how much the urbanism improves, both in terms of experience and efficiency, when you don’t need to store automobiles.” ... [C]ar dependence has been reinforced by zoning laws that not only separate residential from commercial developments, but require copious parking spots added for every new construction. “The result is a nation in which we are all ruthlessly separated from most of our daily needs and also from each other,” Speck said.

Culdesac can be seen, then, as not only a model for more climate-friendly housing – transportation is the US’s largest source of planet-heating emissions and, studies have shown, suburban sprawl fuels more of the pollution causing the climate crisis – but as a way of somehow stitching back together communities that have become physically, socially and politically riven, lacking a “third place” to congregate other than dislocated homes and workplaces. ... Vanessa Fox, a 32-year-old who moved into Culdesac with her husky dog in May, had always wanted to live in a walkable place only to find such options unaffordable. For her, Culdesac provided a sense of community without having to rely on a car every time she left her apartment. “For some, cars equal freedom, but for me, it’s a restriction,” she said. “Freedom is being able to just simply walk out and access places.” ... Driving to places is so established as a basic norm that deviation from it can seem not only strange, as evidenced by a lack of pedestrian infrastructure that has contributed to a surge in people dying from being hit by cars in recent years, but even somewhat sinister. People walking late at night, particularly if they are Black, are regularly accosted by police – in June, the city of Kaplan, Louisiana, even introduced a curfew for people walking or riding bikes, but not for car drivers.

If neighborhoods like Culdesac are to become more commonplace, then, cities will not only have to alter their planning codes, but there will also have to be a cultural switch from the ideal of a large suburban home with an enormous car in the driveway. [...]

Johnson, who said he is planning to bring the Culdesac concept to other cities, is upbeat about this. “This is something that the majority of the US wants, so they can work all over the country,” he said. “We have heard from cities and residents all over the country that they want more of this, and this is something that we want to build more.”

#walkable communities #car dependency

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smoooothoperator · 9 months

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Beautiful Stranger

01: Way To Fall

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Lando being Lando, crash, injuries

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a/n: here you have the fist chapter of my new story! I hope everyone likes it and welcomes my new character Lily

kalimera: good morning

glykiá: sweety

efkharîsto: thank you

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When the summer break arrives, everyone wants to know where the drivers will go. They ask where their vacations will be, if they'll spend time with their families, go to parties or stay at home to do the activities they couldn't do during the first half of the season.

"So? What are you going to do?" Carlos asked me, a glass of God knows what type of drink on his right hand, and his left arm on the back of the long couch. "You'll go with your family somewhere with that big boat?"

"I don't think so, mate" I sighed. "I just don't feel like that. My brother has to take care of two kids, my sister has summer competitions… I'm not in the mood, actually"

"And what are you going to do? Stay in your apartment and play videogames?" he laughed, making me roll my eyes and look away.

"I don't know, maybe I will do that" I groaned.

"Go somewhere alone" he said, placing the glass on the table and grabbing his phone. "Buy tickets to somewhere far enough of the spotlight and rent an apartment. I bet that would be exciting"

"Yeah, right. That only happens in movies" I scoffed while drinking a little of my beer.

"And you don't want it to happen to you? Come on, I know you are tired of the dating rumors, of being always on tabloids asking about your love life in summer. You should go somewhere alone, far from the media" he said, patting my back.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I should go to a place where no one knows who I am. Maybe I should grab a map and find a place where I can be on my own.

That's how I ended days after searching for a place where I should go.

Portofino? No, even if it's a beautiful place there are a lot of tourists and famous people there.

Somewhere in Spain? No… I was there last summer.

France? The Netherlands… no, they would recognize me.

Greece. That country has many islands. Maybe I can go somewhere and stay there all the break.

There are some islands where communication barely arrives, where you live in a mix of the past and the present and ignore the exterior. Right, that’s what I need.

I tried to find a good place, somewhere not too difficult to access. I shouldn’t rent a car, right? I have to look like a normal guy that casually has lots of money. No big luxury brands to be seen, no expensive watches or jewelry. I have to look like another tourist that wants to be in a village for a few weeks.

Now… How should I go there? Which place should I go? Not Mykonos, not Rhodes or Santorini. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

“Huh? Where are you going?” Max asked, walking behind me and watching the screen of my laptop. “Greece?”

“I want to go alone” I sighed, rubbing my forehead and looking at the screen, the list of all the islands of Greece were shown in front of me. “But I don’t know where to go”

I saw Max sitting next to me, looking at the screen and reading it. I searched in Wikipedia the list of islands just to know the name of them. But then the population was next to the names.

“Tell me a number between 1 and 144” he said, taking the laptop away from me.

“What?” I frowned looking at him. “Mate, it’s not a game, come on…”

“I’m helping you decide where you’ll go. So tell me a number” he frowned.

“God… Okay��” I sighed, closing my eyes and thinking of a number. “32?”

“Well, now you’ll go to Parga” he said.

I sighed. That was easy. It was too easy, and I didn't like it. I needed a place to get lost, my mind wanted to be in somewhere where neither my best friend knew where I was.

"But…" I sighed while brushing my hair with my hand.

"I won't tell anyone" he sighed. "Lando, mate… you need it. I understand. Now with those rumors about you saying things you never said and the girls they say you are dating, you need to be somewhere away from the problems"

I look at him and nod. He's right, of course he's right. Carlos and him know me, they know how bad the hate affects me and how it makes me feel.

"I'll go to that place" I sighed nodding. "But promise me you won't tell anyone"

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The started great. Everyone in the village started their routine as always, going to their boats, opening their restaurants and starting to cook. The streets smell of food, the women making their traditional dishes just to serve the tourists that came here, kids running and playing on the streets with their friends and the old people talking on the door of their houses.

"Kalimera, Nora" I smiled at the woman that was preparing some breakfast.

"Oh, Lily" she smiled, kissing my cheek. "Today we have a reservation. Someone will come to one of the apartments"

"Oh, really? At what time?" I asked, serving myself a cup of coffee.

"Don't worry about it, Dorien will take care of it" she smiled. "He works for me, glykiá. You can go do your work"

I smile and nod, taking a deep breath and looking at her.

Nora Makris, owner of some of the apartments here in Parga. The day I came she adopted me as one of her kids, taking care of me and helping me with everything I needed.

"What are you going to do today?" she asked, putting a plate of fruit in front of me.

"I think I'll work for a while at the cafeteria and then I'll go to the beach" I smiled at her.

Life here is easy: you wake up, get dressed always with a bikini under the clothes, work for a while and then go to the beach. Do you need more money? You can guide the tourists and help them with everything they need and translate things from the local people.

Three years ago I came with the idea of escape from my life, needing a place to disconnect and forget about my past. And thanks to Nora now I have a place to call home. Working in the cafeteria is always fun. The villagers come and teach me some of their traditions, they teach me their language and how to live like them.

After I finished my breakfast I started to help Nora, making coffee or baking things. I know everyone in this place, so I greet them with their name and make their favorite things the way they like.

"Kalimera, Lily" they smile when I arrive at their table, complimenting my coffee or my outfit.

Everybody wants to know about me. Why would a young woman come here alone for a trip and stay longer than expected? They say I'm mysterious, that I'm a gift from the gods. Maybe that's why they treat me like I was born there, not asking about my origins or about my life, only accepting that I'm one of them.

The morning went quick, the same routine as always. The upstairs neighbor wanted a coffee with a plate of mixed fruit, the old lady that lives two doors away wanted her morning tea with one of the pastries of the day, the mother that lives with her two kids wanted her usual morning coffee and a toast with avocado and cream cheese. Everyone has their story here, and that's what I love about this place.

"Lily, you can leave now" Nora said walking towards me. "I'll for a while for the lunch time and them I'll start preparing some dishes for whoever wants to come"

I nodded and smiled, grabbing my bag and taking off my apron, leaving it on the hanger that is next to the backdoor.

I went to my apartment, going upstairs and opening the door. I have to get changed and make something for lunch, something quick and easy so I can go to the beach soon.

Everything was going great. I was listening to music while cooking, singing on top of it and moving around. Cutting tomatoes, making some bread and making chicken to make a gyro.

I heard noises in the apartment next to mine, like someone talking in English and opening and closing doors, even someone talking dirty English. Walls here are thin, but I won't complain. I prefer having thin walls rather than not having anything.

When I finished making my lunch I grabbed my laptop and went to the balcony, eating everything while watching a show.

"That's Peaky Blinders?" I heard a voice from the other balcony.

I stopped the episode and frowned, looking at the tall wall that separated both balconies. I can't see the face of the person that talks to me, I only can hear him.

"Eh… yeah" I nod, blushing. "How do you know?"

"The accent and that they are always saying Thomas Shelby" he chuckled. "It's a great show"

"Yeah it is" I nodded, smiling. "It's the second time I watch it"

"That's nice" he said, and then silence again.

I continued watching the show, but it was awkward. Nora should have told me that the tourist was going to be my neighbor, that we were going to share walls.

The rest of the lunch time was relaxed. After I finished the lunch I laid on the couch to watch a little more of the show while packing my beach bag and getting changed to go there.

The beach here is some streets away, and on the way to it there are many stores to get the attention of the tourists: souvenirs, ice cream shops, things for the beach, even swimwear and sandals shops.

I grabbed my earphones and started playing some soft music after getting out of the apartment, locking the door and putting the keys on the bag.

I started my way to the beach, smiling at some people that recognized me and even stopping to talk with some of them. The old women always have something to talk about, even some of them try to make me date their grandsons.

"They would settle down with someone like you" they use to say. "You are so responsible and down on Earth!"

It always makes me laugh. I'm mysterious to them, no one knows why I came, only Nora.

I kept walking down the street, hearing music that now wasn't as soft as before. It was some type of rock, making me not hear my surroundings.

Making me not hear the scooter that was driving straight towards me.

"Stop!" the guy screamed, but it was too late for him to break and for me to jump back. "Shit!"

I fell to the floor. It was so fast, making me fall hard. I could feel blood in the plan of my hands and my knees, even a sharp pain on my ankle.

"Shit, are you okay?" he gasped, leaving the scooter on the floor and kneeling in front of me.

"What the hell?" I groaned, but I immediately moaned in pain. "Just pay attention to the road!"

"I did! You were the one that wasn't paying attention!" he exclaimed and it made me gasp, looking at him.

"It's you" I frown, recognizing the voice.

"Me?" he frowned, nervous. "What? You know who I am?"

He looked around, searching for someone or something. I could feel how anxious he was feeling right now.

"Shit, do you know who I am" he groaned.

"Yeah, my neighbor" I said, looking at him.

"What?" he mumbled, frowning. "Oh, you are the one that is watching Peaky Blinders… yeah, sorry"

I frown and look around. Was he searching for someone? No one was around, at this time people are already on the beach or working on their shops.

"Shit, you can walk, right?" he sighed, helping me to get up.

"Yeah… no" I groaned when I stood on my feet. "No, I think I hurt my ankle"

"Ah shit" he sighed. "Is there somewhere I can take you? Like… a medical center?"

"Yeah" I sigh, leaning on him since he was holding me to not stand on my ankle.

"Get on the scooter" he said, holding it and sitting on it, looking at me.

"What? No! You just crashed on me with it! I won't get on it!" I exclaimed, but the pain was worse than my own pride.

"I'll help you, okay? And I'll go slow and pay attention to every corner. Now, please, get on the scooter" he sighed.

I look at him and then at the back of his seat, where I'm supposed to sit. I have to get close to him to fit, wrap my arms on his waist and hold him. God, it will be really awkward.

"Come on" he hurried me.

I sighed, grabbing my bag from the ground and hanging it on my shoulder, standing on my good leg while I watched how he was offering me his hand to hold it. I looked at the palm of my hand, gow scratched and bloody it was, then at my knee. I’m surely going to get his shirt dirty with my blood.

“But the blood…” I sighed looking at his hand.

“I really don’t care, come on” he sighed, moving his hand to hold mine helping me get on the scooter. “It’s just blood, I can wash it away. And if you don’t look that ankle it will get worse”

I sigh and nod, getting on the scooter in a really uncomfortable way. He doesn’t have a spare helmet, so he took his helmet off and put it on my head. He didn’t start the engine, making me believe the vehicle was broken.

“Wrap your arms around me” he said looking back at me.

“What? No!” I exclaimed, raising up my hands, trying to not touch him.

“You’ll fall if you don’t do that!” he sighed, and grabbed both of my hands wrapping my arms around his waist making me blush hard.

This guy has really a strong rizz, he didn’t even flinch when I placed my hands on his abdomen, the dry blood getting on his shirt and my fingers feeling the line of his abs.

I tried to not blush, looking away and making sure he couldn’t see me through the mirrors. He smells good too, I wonder what type of perfume he’s using. And his curls are so good made, just on top of his head and on his sides is kinda shorty.

“It’s on this way, right?” he asked me, pointing to a signal that had a cross on it. “It’s in greek”

“Yeah, it's that way” I said nodding.

He parked the scooter in front of the door of the medical center, getting off of it after holding it with the stand. He took off the helmet from my head and then hung it on the handlebar.

“Do you need help?” he asked, looking at me.

Now I can see his eyes, his face. Well, he's cute.

“I think so, yeah” I sighed after trying to get out of the seat, but it was impossible.

He helped me, holding my arm and then he turned around. He wanted to carry me on his back? Can this be more awkward than it already is and looks? I sighed, sitting with both my legs hanging on the side of the scooter and looking at his back.

I hope no one is around. Because it’ll be the talk of the town.

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I felt bad. Really, really bad. The moment she recognized me I panicked, thinking that she recognized me because of who I was, not because of my voice. She’s the girl next door that when I walked inside the apartment Max rented for me was playing music while cooking. I heard her voice and then I heard the dialogues of the show I watched not long ago.

Her voice was soft, like velvet, and when she talked to me after I crashed into her, her mad voice made me remember Yuki. She was panicking and in pain, andI could feel how nervous she was while we had the ride on the scooter.

When we arrived at the medical center and I carried her inside of it she started talking in greek, making me impressed. She speaks perfect english and a perfect greek, where is she from?

“I have a sprained ankle” she sighed looking at me.

The moment the nurse saw her when we walked inside the local she guided us to a room, so I placed her on the hospital bed and sat next to her on a chair. I’m not an idiot, I know that it’s my fault and I should take care of what happened.

“Oh…” I frowned, looking at how the nurse was rolling a bandage around her right foot. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

She sighed and looked away. I still can feel how uncomfortable she is.

“I’ll pay for the medicines you have to take” I said, and she turned her head quickly at me, surprised.

“No, don’t worry about it! I can pay for them” she frowned, like if she was offended that I was offering to pay for the medicines.

She sighed and looked away again, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking out through the window. I bet she wanted to be on the beach, she was wearing a bikini under her summer dress, and on her bag there was a towel and a book too.

“It’s the least I can do, I ruined your day” I sighed, shrugging my shoulders.

The nurse looked at us and said something that made her blush. I wonder what she said.

“Okay” the girl sighed. “Yeah, okay”

I smiled weakly and nodded at the nurse, watching how she got up to grab something. I grabbed my phone and sighed, searching the dictionary I downloaded.

“How do you say thank you in greek?” I asked the girl, frowning, then I heard her chuckle.

“Efkharîsto” she said chuckling softly. “You came to Greece with no idea of how to say the basic things to survive here?”

“I survive thanks to a dictionary” I said sighing.

“Well, let me tell you that it’s useless” she laughed. “You should learn the basic words, just to not waste time searching them”

“What’s your name?” I asked her suddenly, looking at her and how her face changed. “I crashed into you, at least let me know the name of my first victim”

“Your first victim? I feel honored” she laughed, making me laugh. Good, the tension is now less present here. “Lily”

“That doesn’t sound Greek at all” I frowned, looking at her surprised.

“That’s because I’m not from here” she said shrugging her shoulders. “And what’s your name? In case I have to demand you, you know”

“Oh…” I laugh, but my mind immediately started to panic. Should I tell her my name? What if she discovers who I am? “Logan” lie.

“Well… nice to meet you in a bad way, Logan” she nodded.

Well done, Lando.

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mistressemmedi · 2 years

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Good morning to sleeping Australians, to Italian lawyers, to social media admins, to Schrodinger's Formula 1 contract, to the entire island of Mykonos, to my contract with McLaren, to petty old men who decided to take revenge on an entire F1 team, to unseasoned Spanish dishes, to Greek yachts, to American football teams, to f1twt, to junior drivers, to IndyCar drivers, to Mark Webber's morning [REDACTED], to Pierre Gasly's empty bank account, to twink farms, and to crying team principals.

But a special good morning goes to Oscar Piastri.

#queueing this for the morning #f1 #and that's all you missed on glee yesterday!#good morning

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vsyrworld · 5 months

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F1 Driver playlist <3

HOW I LOVE IT! My driver playlist, I'm carefully selected each song that I felt them aura, my favorite one is daniel and lewis. daniel is like, gosh whole of his enchante vibes, urging me to calm down in every hectic moment of life. lewis, the Mykonos ofc brocedes reference, is all about dreams, talk, and positivity, and the songs there also very lewis. very optimistic. 55 Madrid is sensual carlos, full of lana del ray and sade, i kinda imagine him to be more gentle, like in wind down time with him, caressing me slow and softly. the Charles monte-carlo was a MESSY PLAYLIST! it wasn't my favorite like i don't listen to it regularly as much as daniel one but IT helps me when I want to get drunk? LIKE IT SO MUCH FUN the playlist is full of intrusive thoughts, just like Charles LOL. 1655 MBS (MARINA BAY SANDS!! SINGAPORE LORE CHARLOS OMG YES, it's the playlist of developing a relationship. Come on wouldn't it be sooo romantically cute and yet still full of uncertainty? those pinning longing gazes and secret giggles, hidden smiles? DO THEY THINK WE ARE BLIND?? So stop calling them a PR relationship BCS LISTEN TO THE PLAYLIST NOW!!! (another 55 playlists because I'm carlos whore-- imean, latino club song during summer won't hurt me that much)

#my playlist #spotify #charlos #lewis hamilton #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #1655 #song of the day #new music #daniel ricciardo #aesthetic moodboard #aesthetic icons #every playlist represent their each city story #lewis one ofc i had to insert rosoce and greece #singapore will be forever charlos main lore

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lantur · 10 months

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I got home from Greece late on Monday night. Highlights of the rest of my trip,

Hiking 10 km along the caldera in Santorini, from Fira to Oia, enjoying views along the way. Eating an enormous waffle covered with Nutella, pralines, and almonds for brunch, along with a scoop of coffee-flavored ice cream, at a restaurant with a beautiful view of the ocean.

Seeing the ruins of the Cycladic Bronze Age settlement of Akrotiri on Santorini, as well as the accompanying museum with artifacts and wall art taken from Akrotiri. I love history.

Visiting the ruins on the sacred island of Delos.

Hiking to the top of an active volcano, Nea Kameni, near Santorini, and then visiting the thermal hot springs in the ocean nearby, sinking my feet into the soft volcanic mud.

Swimming, swimming, swimming, in cold, crystal-clear waters in Mykonos and Santorini. I had never swum in the ocean before and now it is one of my greatest joys.

GYROS! Fresh seafood! Fresh fruits eaten on the beach! The strawberries I ate there are the best strawberries I have ever had. I also ate a lot of gelato. So many good meals with so many amazing views of the ocean.

The trip was wonderful and it really helped with the healing process after all that I've been through in the last several months, especially in April and May. It helped a lot to - not replace the bad memories, because those will always be there, but to add new, beautiful and good memories, to layer on top of the bad memories, keeping them less fresh in my mind.

Lowlights,

Horrible long travel day from Athens back to Minneapolis, featuring getting detained by immigration upon my arrival in DC. Two (white) immigration officials claimed that "I did not look like my passport photo" or driver's license photo. These two individuals openly said that they were not allowing me to pass immigration "because I looked different, because my nose looked bigger, than it did in the passport and driver's license photos." This was the most bizarre and upsetting thing. I was shocked. I've flown out of the country numerous times and never had any issue re-entering until Monday. I was taken to a room and made to wait with no explanation. I texted as many people as I could to let them know what was going on, until I was stopped from using my phone. I was so distraught and almost cried in the room. Finally, a sympathetic (Black) immigration official let me go. It was so scary and upsetting, especially because I was alone, and coming off a 10-hour flight. It really rattled me and now I feel nervous and hesitant to fly internationally again.

I've been stressed af since I got back home. Catching up on work, lack of good quality sleep thanks to jet lag, feeling tired and achy from all the walking and hiking I did on my trip, and anxious because of traveling for work again today. I'm writing this from my hotel room in Iowa, where I am for a work event. I'm traveling again to Denver next Friday/Saturday for work.

I haven't slept through the night through all of May and all of June so far due to stress/grief/trauma/anxiety - only on the few nights I've taken a sleeping aid pill. I'm really hoping I can stabilize my sleep and settle my life down a bit in July.

#lanturing

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my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife · 2 years

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One more drink V - Pierre Gasly series

Hii, thanks for all the likes 🧡 it means a lot 🥹

If something is written like this then it means that the conversation is on Hungarian.

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage

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Week have passed and I found myself trying to close up my suitcase that I definitely overpacked. I was bouncing on the top of them trying to close it up.

“Honey, you really have a problem” My friend Viki was laughing on the other side of the line. We were having a video chat on my laptop so we could discuss what should we pack for the trip.

“I told you, I need everything. We have to be prepared for everything.” I answered while sitting on the top of the suitcase trying to pull the zipper on it.

“Yes, that’s true but it’s August, and we are going to Greece, it will be boiling there why do you need that big jacket? “My other friend, Roxy laughed watching me struggling with the zipper.

And it finally moved and I could close it up. “Done! Gosh I’m so tired!” I let out a big breath, leaning back on my luggage. As I was laying on the top of the bag I heard my phone pinging. I sat up started to look for it and I found it under the big pile of clothes that I have not packed in. I saw the notification on my phone that I have got a new message.

“Oh is it that mysterious guy?” Viki was leaning closer to the camera wiggling her eyebrows.

“Are you guys still taking? Weren’t you saying that he left after that day?” Roxy asked while studying my face. I have had a stupid grin plastered on my face.

“Hope you have packed everything, have a nice flight. Soon you will see this beautiful view too.” The text said, and there was a picture attached to it also. It was a beautiful sunset, his back was facing the camera.

Since the Grand Prix in here, we were texting back and forth. First I thought he ghosted me because he disappeared for a few days, but after three days I got a call from him saying that he lost his phone, and he could not find my number in it, so he tried to reach me on Instagram but I was not answering. Which was true but it was because since the Sunday of the Hungaroring most of the drivers started to follow me there, which caused a huge following avalanche from the fans of the F1 so I muted the notification on my phone, and I was not checking it for days. Since then we were talking everyday, sometimes he even called me for a few minutes before he went out with his friends.

“Come on, you need to show us something. We need to see what does he looks like, so if he looks like he has red flags, we can talk some sense in you.” Viki stated.

“What about you guys don’t try to spy on a guy for once in your life?” I rolled my eyes at them and getting up from my suitcase.

“You are really no fun.” Viki pouted on the other side of the computer

“Anyway, stop thinking and talking about the guys in my life and gather your things. I will see you guys in an hour at the airport!” I started to close down the top of my laptop.

“Okay mum, see you there!” They shouted back at me laughing as I was just shaking my head. What have I put myself into?

When we arrived at the beautiful Greek island of Mykonos we were exhausted, so we just packed everything out from our luggage in the apartment, had a small dinner and we went straight to the bed.

“Come one ladies, we are having my bachelorette trip, you can’t just sleep the whole day!” As Roxy was busting through my door while screaming from the top of her lungs. I groaned and turned to the other side while pulling the covers on my head. I needed a few more hours of sleep.

“Roxy, it’s 8 in the morning. You can’t be serious that you are up with all of that energy!” I was mumbling under the covers while trying to force myself back to sleep. I'm really not a morning person, and usually until I don't have my cup of coffee, it's better not to talk to me. I would not tear your head off, I would just simply won't answer.

“Gina, get out of the bed. I tried it, it’s not working she will keep shouting till you get out. She even started to jump on my head and shaking me out of the bed.” Viki stated while she was walking in the room rubbing her eyes.

“I have already got breakfast for us, so all you have to do get your pretty butt out of that bed. Put on your bikini and come down to the kitchen. So we can eat and head down to the beach. I need to tan, I can’t be white as a bag of flour on my wedding!” She was pulling the covers off me and stormed out of the room. With a big sigh, I rubbed my eyes and got out of the bed

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We spent the whole day down at the white sandy beach, swimming in the crystal clear blue water, sunbathing and of course drinking cocktails.

As the night has come, Roxy decided that she wants to start her real first night in the island with checking out that beach party clubs. Because since we choose the destination of our trip, she would not shut up about how much she wanted to go some of those clubs. Even though I have had a huge hatred for clubs, I still agreed on it because this trip was really about Roxy and her wishes. This is the last trip when she is not married, we need to enjoy every little moment in it. And I can survive one night, I hope the music will be good, we can have some drinks, dance a little. It does not sound horrible right? We got ready, putting on some flowy dresses because even it was after 7 o’clock at night it was still warm and humid. We headed down one of those beach clubs which was close to our apartment.

Okay I have to admit, this type of club is nothing like the ones we have at home. It was much bigger with open spaces so you won't feel like that it was fully packed. They have had many bars around so you only had to wait for a little bit till you got served. Nice music was playing in the back ground as we were sitting and talking at one of the tables.

“I’m gonna get another round for us.” I got up from my seat walking to the bar.

“Bring some shots too!” Roxy shouted at me, she was already drunk. She was giggling at herself, laughing really loud. And she was way more clumsy as she would be sober. “Gina bring some tequila!” She squealed loudly while bouncing up and down in her seat. I laughed and gave her a thumbs up and turned around to face the bartender. I was about to open my mouth when I heard my name behind me.

“Gina? No way!” I would recognise that French accent everywhere, even if was woken up from my sleep. I totally froze down and I turned back slowly. When I saw those beautiful blue eyes, I felt my heart picking up it's pace.

“Hey there.” I smiled at him while leaning back at the counter behind me.

“What are you doing here?” He looked at me with a total surprised look on his face, which quickly turned into a huge smile. He had a creamed coloured linen button up shirt on, where top three buttons were left open so you could see his hairy beautifully tanned chest and his golden cross necklace. While having a white loose linen trouser on. He looked really hot, especially with that opened shirt. I was choking on my own saliva and I tried to get a sentence out of me. I was obviously staring him for a hot minute, but I wasn't the only one with that. He looked up and down on me, and started to grinning when his eyes came back to my face after slowly looking over me, lingering some parts on my body then the other. I have chosen for a night an emerald green dress with spagetthi straps. It hugged all my curves the right way, hiding some part that I was insicure about but highlighting the one that I was confident about. It ended at my mid thighs but on one side it had a slit which left my tanned upper thighs visible. I definitely choose my only dress that had a deep cut on the front, leaving me with a big cleavage.

“We have the girls trip now. We have our bachelorette party, we rented out a house in here. “ I pointed back at the table where my friends were sitting. And he looked through my shoulder checking on my friends behind me.

“Who would have thought that we will be at the same island at the same time, right?” He let out a deep chuckle. “What are you ladies having?” He was studying my face as I was looking deeply in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Where is my tequila?” Roxy shouted at my way and Pierre started to laugh.

“I can understand why they are your friends. Let me buy you guys a drink. And yes, I know you can buy your own. “He put his hands up in defence. “But it’s your bachelorette party slash girls trip. And it’s my holiday also, so it would be a missed opportunity not the cheer with three beautiful ladies.” He was trying to convince me. I nodded my head agreeing with him.

“Sure, I’m getting way more tipsy to argue with you about it. And I also know that if I'm not getting her a tequila she will throw a tantrum.” I smiled and ask the bartender for four shots of tequila. “Where are your friends?” I was searching on the dance floor trying to catch his friends with my eyes.

“They are somewhere on the dance floor I was just actually trying to get a drink, I got thirsty.” He explained as he grabbed two of the shot glasses and walking back to the table of my friends. I grabbed the other two and I followed him.

“Finally what took you so long? I'm so parched!" Roxy was fanning herself with a napkin dramatically while she was leaning back in the chair. "Oh,you brought a hot one with you, I did not order that one, but I'm really happy for free gifts." She was fluttering her eyelashes at Pierre, who was just laughing. I buried my face in my hands as I was shaking it.

"Thank you ladies, to be honest I'm not comming as a free gift for everyone who orders a shot of tequila." He winked at them with a michevious smile on his lips. The two girls totally lost it, they were acting like blushing 14 years old little girls.

"Okay so if you are not comming with shots, it means you are not working in here. Oh, Gina can we take him home? Look at this greek sculpture body of his! It would definetly look perfectly standing in the living room!" Viki laughed while she was crying at the comment of Roxy.

"Roxy, shut up!" I looked at her trying to force her not to talk anymore. I was already feeling like I want the ground to swallow me. I was a blushing mess, and I did not dare to look up at Pierre, who was totally enjoying the situation. My forehead was sinking into my he"I'm sorry, she is wasted." I looked back at him with an apologetic look, but he just sook his head with a grin.

"What would you ladies say, if we are going to drink this one, and head down to for dancing?" Pierre asked as he grabbed his shot glass, and lifting it up to, while nodding his head to the way of the dance floor.

"Oh my God, I thought you would never asked!" Roxy jumped up, drank the shot immediatelly. She nearly tripped over the other chairs, but Viki got hold on her arm, saving her from faceplanting the floor. "Whoo! Let's go girls!" She grabbed Viki's arms and started to run down to the way there pulling our other friend behind her.

"So can I have a dance with you m'lady?" Pierre bowed infront of me, and all I could do was giggling. I nodded my head and we clinked our shot glasses together and drank the shot. "Cheers to us for this vacation." He winked at me.

"Cheers!" I smiled back and he grabbed my hand starting to pull me after him, following the way where my friends left. We were dancing for what it felt like hours. Somehow Pierre's friends started to mingle in with our group, started to dance with my friends. I was sweating, the weather was still hot and it was really humid, I could feel that my hair started to cling to my skin on my neck. When a song ended I felt like I need to get out of the crowd and sit down a little bit. I found a sun bed and plopped myself down on it. I was wathcing the waves licking the white sanded beach calmly. There were thousand of stars shinning on the sky, I even saw a few shooting stars in the dark sky.

"Is everything okay?" I turned my head back on the sunbed looking up at the tall figure above me. Pierre squatted down next to the headboard of the sun bed.

"Yes, I just needed some air." I smiled at him. "It's really warm in there, and I was just sweating"

"Maybe we should have some bevarage so you can cool down a little bit" He swiped some hair out of my face and tucked a string of hair behind my ears. While he was studying my face with a warm smile."Or we can go for a swim." He started to smile mischeviously while his other hand grabbed my ankle.

"No please, I don't want to get my dress wet!"I started to pull my leg out of his embrance, and getting up from the bed. "I like this dress way to much to let it ruined by salty water." He giggled while I tried to pull down on the edge of the dress, which travelled up from the movements.

"You do look incredible in this dress" He smiled and licked his lips. I tucked another sting of hair out of my face and smiled back at hime and looked down on the ground to hide my blush.

"Thanks, so you were mentioning something about a drink right?" I looked at him, and he started to chuckle, grabbing my hand pulling me after him to the bar. We were sipping on our drink when a really familiar song started to blast through the speakers. I have realised the song from the first 3 beats, and I knew that my two best friends also did because they were running out from the crowd to our way while they were screaming. It was the Super Trouper by ABBA. This song meant a lot for the three of us, we grew up on retro songs but definetly on ABBA ones. Roxy's mum loves ABBA and she was listening it allday long when we were hanging out at their place. We used to act like we were singers and had a full blown ABBA concert. We had coreographies and everything too, even we have had customs to be a full experience. This song was especially a favourite for us, and it meant a lot. So when I saw the girls running to my way, smiling and screaming I knew right away what is comming.

"Gina! Do you hear this?" Viki was pointing to her ears "You know what does it mean, right?" They were holding their hands out for me to grab it. I looked at Pierre who was sitting next to me on the barstools while his friends sat next to him. They were looking at us curiously waiting for what will happen. I smiled at him, and looked back at my friends.

"Sorry I have to have this dance with them, it's an obligatory tradition since we were six." I grabbed their hands and they pulled me down from the stool. We walked a few steps away from the bar, standing in a half circle, and as soon as the singing part started we were screaming it from the top of our lungs. The song nearly ended, we were singing, dancing the same choreography we came up as kids and laughin together, when the music got lower and the DJ started to speaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to interrupt the song but I have heard we have three ladies, who are huge fans of ABBA since they were kids, and as I could see from here they even got prepared with a full choreography. As I have heard they are having a bachelorette party, so please people let them do their performance." We were looking eachother confused while the crowd started to separate and everyone was looking at us. When he finished he turned the music louder again. We were getting closer on the last chorus part, and we were entitled and looking at eachother. I was the first one who woke up from the shock and I grabbed my friends arms trying to get their attention too.

"This is the last chance for us to have a performance of our lives" I laughed at them and waited for them to agree with me, they started to smile and both of them gave a high five to me. We totally lost ourselves in the music we just only paid attention to the three of us. It started as a fun activity but by the end of it, I felt like I'm getting emotional. This trip wasn't a normal girls trip, it was a closure. The thing that Roxy is getting married meant that our young and free life, our girlhood officially ended. We grew up, I know that we are adults, we turn adults legally as soon as we turn 18, we turn adults in our parent's eyes when we graduate high school. And it's normal, and totally fine. But swallowing that you turn adult when you are started to think about tying your life together with someone else, starting a family, it hits different. Also I know well enough that with this our relationship won't end, it will just change a little bit, and that is how life works. As I was singing the lyrics of the song my eyes started to water, clouding my sight. I looked at my friends and I realised they have had the smae thoughts in their heads, and they were getting emotional too. We reached the last three lines of the song, and I looked at Viki, and grabbed her hand while we stepped away from Roxy.

"Super Trouper beams are gonna blind me. But I won't feel blue. Like I always do. 'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you. (x)"

As singing out the last word of the song we pointed at our best friend's way, and I winked at her. It was enough to look at Roxy's expression and the three of us started to cry, we stepped closer to eachother and hugged.

"Szeretlek titeket! (I love you guys so much!)" We said it at the same time, Roxy was crying and clinging to us really hard. We only separated when we heard clapping behind us, and we stepped away from each other. Trying to gather ourselves together, and I looked back and I saw Pierre and his friends cheering on us. All we did just grabbing each other's hand and bowed in front of the guys.

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It was later that evening when we left the club, the guys insisted that they are not letting us to walk home alone, so they left with us also. As soon as we stepped out of the club, I grabbed on Pierre's shoulder and I took off my highheels.

"Oh God, this is felling is nearly as good as an orgasm" I sighed as I felt the cold concreat under my feet. Pierre just looked down at me and chuckled.

"Come on small stuff, we have to get you three home. Maybe without those torture devices you can actually walk in a normal tempo with those tiny legs. " He giggled as he put his arms around my shoulder, pulling me closer to his body. I let my right arm wrapped around his waist as I was trying to find some support to have as minimum weight on my sore and hurting feet as it's possible. "Tomorrow we have rented a boat out. If you want to come we are happy to have you guys there." He looked at my other friends too who were walking next to us chatting away with his friends.

"A boat, just if you guys have jetskies!" Roxy pointed at him with a huge grin on her face.

"Then it's settled because we have actually four jetskies on that boat." Pierre answered back to her with a wink. We reached our rented house and I opened the door with my key and let the girls in. " See you tomorrow Chérie" He looked at me with a warm smile and leaned closer as he pressed a kiss on my cheek, again close to the corner of my mouth. As he stepped back he looked up and down on me again, and when his eyes connected with mine he winked at me.

I don't know how long I was staning in the door, looking at them to walk away, but I only realised that I'm still outside when the two girls grabbed my arms and pulled me inside.

"Okay so you have to tell us about this guy!" Viki was studying my face with narrow eyes, as Roxy was jumping up and down nodding while she was shaking my arm.

"So, do you guys remember that I mentioned about the Hungaroring and the Grand Prix?"

"Yes, and you mentioned that you have met a guy there too, who you were texting in the past few weeks nonstop. I mean I'm happy that you have multiple guys interested in you don't get me wrong, but ...." Viki continued "Roxy stop bouncing it's bothering me, and you will turn your stomach up and you will be sick." She scolded our smaller friend, who stopped bouncing and had a sad look on her face with her mouth turning downwards.

"Okay, that is true but I did not show you any pictures of the guy and I did not give away anything about his identity." I was looking back and forth the both of them, while I was trying to hide my smile. " This guy, who we have spent the last few hours with him and his friends, it's actually Pierre Gasly. " I stayed silent for a little bit waiting for them to run the name in their heads. They were not into F1 that much, they watched a few races with me any my brothers but nothing more. "He is an F1 driver for Alpha Tauri" I explained because I could see on their faces they had no idea what was I talking about.

"O, yea I knew that this dude was familiar from somewhere." Roxy stated. She had her index finger on her chin trying to act like she was really thinking hard.

"Anyway, so the guy who I was texing and the guy who we have spent the night with, is actually the same person." I rambled out fast and waited eagerly for their answer. I had my hands in front of my mouth hiding my smile behind it. They stayed silent for a few seconds looking at me with a blank expression on their face, their mouth was sligthly apart. After a few seconds Viki was the first one who got out someone from herself.

"What?" That was the only thing that came out of her mouth.

"No way, you went on a date, and had been texting with a famous F1 driver. Who is at the same island, at the same time as us. And we just spent the whole night with them? And they have invited us to their boat? " Roxy was rambling all over while she was grabbing on her hair. "Dude, she outmastered us! No fucking way" She squealed and hit Viki's arm who was still looking at me as I just had two heads on my neck. " Your story with that fake African prince is nothing compared to this" She laughed as she pushed on Viki's shoulder to wake her up.

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Girl where are you? We need to talk about Lando and that Central Model. I know in Hollywood there are very strong rumors that model agencies basically work as escort services and seeing so many in a very small pond of F1 drivers is just sus

It’s no race Sunday so I’m enjoying it 💀//

Basically there is a whole 'yachting' industry in Hollywood and it's an open secret that modelling agencies provide a discreet yachting service. It's been widely reported incl here for anyone unfamiliar: https://www.stylist.co.uk/long-reads/yachting-hollywood-trafficking/627259

Basically if you see models travelling a lot between places associated with yachting there is a good chance they're being paid to be there. Those include Tulum, Portofino, South of France, Mykonos, Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Oman, Miami, Bali etc. - basically all the rich people party towns.

There was a lot of blind item chatter at the time that Tim Bergling (Aviici) had got mixed up in some drama between a yacht girl and the man who had purchased her and that was the real reason for his death.

It's usually old rich white guys and wealthy middle eastern men who use yacht girls but they're also used by younger famous men who want an arrangement. I wouldn't be hugely surprised if the discreet easy hiring of beautiful professional girls suited the F1 drivers' lifestyle too. In many cases they're going to pay a lot to service their girlfriend's lifestyle anyway so this just cuts out the emotionally messy side of things. With a famous client, the girls get paid and have a nice bit of exposure and the guys get a pretty girl for as long as they want her and no drama when they decide to move on.

There's a really ugly side to it too. A lot of girls have absolutely horrific experiences. I'd really think negatively about them if someone I was a fan of did participate in that industry. 99.9 percent of those girls are not with a 23 year old millionaire F1 driver, they're with some revolting old letch who wants to do degrading things to them.

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because it is a beautiful place, with beautiful beaches and close to the main Mediterranean countries LmAo// yeah i know but it wasn't as if sardinia was in middle east up until now but magically became a mediterrenean this summer. not just formula 1 drivers but also influencers, footballers etc. are in sardinia too. i was just asking if there is a specific event happening that turned sardinia this year's mykonos LmAo

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Beautiful Stranger

02: Need To Know

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

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"I had a little accident, Nora… it's okay" I sighed looking at how my foot was on a cushion on the coffee table. "I have to rest around three days and then I can go work"

"No, no, no! You won't come in a few weeks! You have a sprained ankle, you have to rest" she protested. "But how did it happen?"

"Well… I just fell and twisted it, easy" I shrugged my shoulders. "But I'm fine, really… don't worry!"

"Just rest, okay? I'll go there and help you with everything you need"

"It's not necessary, Nora. I can walk, you don't have to come"

When the day started I never imagined that something like this could happen: having a stranger in my house cooking my dinner for me because he crashed into me and now I can't move my foot.

On the way back to the apartment complex he was tense all the way, driving carefully and looking around, making sure he won't crash on someone again. We stopped on a pharmacy so I could buy my medicines and even crutches so I could move around without any help.

"Logan, really… it's not necessary" I sighed, looking at him moving around my kitchen after I finished the call with Nora.

"At least let me make your dinner" he said, looking back at me. "Then you won't see me again"

I frowned, raising an eyebrow and sighing. He was nervous, I can tell. It's like when someone wants to clean a crime scene. He wants to make me forgive him for crashing into me.

"You know that will be impossible, we are neighbors and this town is small" I sighed, crossing my arms in front of my chest and watching him move around.

He just remained silent, making my curiosity grow even more. He's British for sure, his accent is too obvious. I'm sure he has money, the perfume I smelt when I was behind him on the scooter seemed expensive. He wears a Lacoste shirt and Ray-Ban sunglasses.

"Why did you come to the town?" I asked him after some minutes of silence studying him.

"What are you talking about?" he frowned, turning around.

"It's obvious you have money, right?" I pointed. "Lacoste, and expensive perfume"

He looked at me and I saw his Adam apple move. Is he nervous?. He doesn't want anyone discovering him?

"What, are you a robber or something? From the mafia?" I laughed.

"W-what? What are you talking about?" he mumbled, making me frown and look at him.

"Why coming to Parga, and not going to… I don't know" I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. "Mykonos or Santorini…"

"Why don't you mind your own business?" he interrupted me, pissed.

"Wow, relax" I laughed. "I'm just joking! Come on, I'm bored. I can't move and you are just making my dinner!"

He sighed and rolled his eyes, looking back at the kitchen. He was making something that looked like a salad, with some lettuce, olives, feta cheese and tomato.

"I came here because I wanted to be on my own" he said.

"Oh, I see..." I nodded, understanding him. After all, that's part of the reason why I came and stayed here. "Then let me tell you that Parga is the perfect place"

He looked over his shoulder at me and I heard him sigh. There's something about him that intrigued me, something that makes me want to know about him.

"How is your hand?" he asked me, putting the salad he made in front of me.

"It's okay" I sighed, looking at the mix of vegetables he made. "Stings a lot, I want to scratch it…"

"You shouldn't" he frowned, grabbing a glass of water and putting the pills I have to take next to it. "And try to not move a lot, you heard what the doctor said. Not even going to the beach"

“But…” I protested, receiving a frown from him, making me groan. “Okay”

He looked at me and stood straight, crossing his arms in front of his chest and sighed. RIght now I feel like when my mother used to give me that cold look because I was doing something wrong, with that disappointed gaze.

“You can leave now” I sighed, grabbing the fork and eating the salad he made. “I can do things on my own. You better go careful after this, I wouldn’t like to crash into someone else if I were you”

He smiled weakly and nodded, grabbing his things and looking back at me before he walked out of the apartment, closing the front door behind him.

What way to finish the day, with a sprained ankle and a neighbor that made my dinner after only knowing his name.

🎮

She has something that makes me want to know about her. Maybe it is the way she lives, her house doesn’t have many personal things, just the necessary.

But what makes me feel curious is the tons of books she owns about Greek mythology or about its history, all the shells she has on jars and the room that is dedicated to paint. She didn’t even cry when we had the crash, just argued with me immediately and tried to do everything by herself, not accepting my help.

After I made her dinner and left her there, I went to my rented apartment. How could she know I am rich only by looking at my shirt and smelling my perfume? She said she was joking, but the way she looked at me made me feel anxious.

She doesn’t know who I am, right? Then why does she look at me that way?

“God, I don’t think I’ll survive in this place” I sighed, my phone in my ear and Carlos at the other side of the line.

“Why? Do you miss me?” he smirked, laughing after that. “What’s wrong with that place?”

“No… the place is nice” I sighed, looking out through the window. “I just… God, I arrived today and I already nearly killed my neighbor”

“What?!” he laughed loud, making me frown and pull away the phone from my ear. “You muppet! No one can leave you alone!”

“Don’t laugh at me! That’s being mean!” I groaned. “I just… I had to lie about my own name because she acted weird, like if she knew who I am”

“So you gave her a fake name? God, can you be more stupid?” he sighed.

“But… What if she discovers who I am! What if she takes a picture of me and posts it on Instagram?” I frown. “People will know where I am and then they’ll come. I don’t want that, mate. I don't want to explain why I'm alone or why I don't have a girlfriend"

"I know, but…" he sighed. "Lying about your name? That's… that's too much, mate"

"Why? I mean, maybe I won't see her again" I sighed. "What's the matter with that?"

"Nothing" he sighed. "If you are okay with it, them it's fine"

I sigh and nod, ending the call and looking at the beach. Lily, my neighbor, wanted to go there and I ruined it. What a great way to start my vacation.

I opened the fridge and grabbed the first thing I found, going to the couch and looking at the wall while eating it. I really want to finish this day and go to bed, forget about what happened and start again.

But then I heard a strong noise, and a groan. And it came from the other side of the wall.

"Lily?" I frown, talking loud. Maybe she could hear me.

I heard her curse and I just got up, walking out of the apartment and going to her door.

When I helped her get inside her apartment after coming from the pharmacy I saw that she always leaves her door unlocked. She might trust the people from here to leave the door like that.

"Lily?" I called her again, standing on the frame of the front door.

"Bathroom" I heard her mumble.

I sigh and walk towards the bathroom, searching for the door of it. And then I saw her on the floor, naked and wrapped in a towel.

"Oh, eh…" I gasp looking around, trying to not look at her body. "What happened?"

"I tried to take a bath but I just fell" she sighed, tightening the towel around her.

"Do you need help?" I sighed. I could feel how my cheeks were getting red.

"Logan…" she said, and then I heard her sigh defeated. "Please?"

"Okay… ehm…" I mumble looking at the ceiling. "You are naked under the towel, right?"

"Yeah" she sighed. "I mean, I have the bottom of the bikini. I fell trying to take it off…"

"Okay, good" I nodded, looking around and finding the top of the bikini. "Can you put it on so I can help you?"

I heard her groan a little and move, sitting on the floor. I reached the top, making sure I didn't look at her, and handed it to her, waiting until she told me she was ready.

"Alright" I nodded.

I looked at her, sitting on the floor. She had small tears in the corner of her eyes, some of them dry. I sighed and looked at the bath, it doesn't have water on it yet, so I opened the key and let the water run until it was warm, butting some shower gel to make sure it made bubbles.

"Did you hurt your hand with the fall?" I asked, kneeling in front of her. She nodded and I just sighed. "Let me see"

"It's okay, Logan… really" she sighed. "You can go back to your apartment"

"No" I frown. "Right now you need someone to help you, and I'm just a door away"

Why did I say that?

"Come on, I'm sure you were busy" she protested. "Really, I'm fine. I can get up and then get in the bathtub on my own"

"God, let me help you, Lily" I sighed, tired of how stubborn she's acting.

She sighed and groaned, giving up.

"Yeah, I hurt my hand" she mumbled, showing it to me. The bandage that was wrapped around her arm to protect the wound she made after falling to the road had a little blood on it. "I think I opened the wound after falling…"

"It's okay" I nodded. "You have a first aid kit here, right? While you are on the bath relaxing I can change the bandage"

"But you don't have to stay here while I take the bath!" she protested, but the moment I looked at her she sighed. "Okay…"

I sigh and stop the water of the bathtub and look at her, picking her up and placing her on it, making sure that the foot with the bandage was held up at the edge of the bathtub. At the start she protested when I held her, saying that she could stand for herself, but it was clearly a way of telling me to stop helping her.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, changing the bandage and putting the cream the pharmacist gave her.

"You are already doing it" she mumbled, groaning softly when I touched the wound.

"Hm, funny" I said sarcastically. "Anyway… why didn't you accept my help?"

She looked at me and sighed. I could feel her eyes scanning me, judging me. Maybe she knows that Logan is not my name. That I'm Lando Norris.

"I don't trust you" she said, shrugging her shoulders. "The only things I know about you is that you are my neighbor in this apartment complex, that you probably are British because of your accent, that your skills driving a scooter are horrendous and that you make good salads"

I looked at her and tried to not laugh. She might be the first person that thinks I cook well, or that at least I make something edible.

"I'm not that bad at driving a scooter" I said laughing softly after I finished wrapping the bandage on her hand. "I'm a good driver"

"A good driver? Let me doubt that" she laughed softly too.

I look at her and smile. Her laugh is cute, at least now the mood is not as tense as before.

I looked at her while she looked away. Her skin is tanned, the kind of tan you get after going all days to the beach. Before she fell to the floor she put her hair on a hair lip that had the shape of a white flower, and the baby hairs of her nape were too short to be with the rest of her hair so now those strands were wet and stuck to her skin. The bikini she's wearing is blue, a color that goes well with her skin and her blue eyes.

If someone told me she is a model I would have believed them.

"I'm from Bristol" I said, sitting on the floor, looking at her. "So yeah, I'm British. And I'm terrible at cooking"

"Makes sense" she nodded. "So you are terrible at driving a scooter and at cooking. What else?"

"I can't sing" I chuckle. "But I know how a DJ set up works"

"Interesting" she laughed. "So, what are you? Some kind of DJ that needs to be away and have a solo trip?"

Actually… it could work.

"Yeah, kinda" I chuckle nervously. "I'm new in that world and I want to discover my own style"

"Ah.. that's cool" she nodded, making me raise my eyebrow. "I'm serious! It's cool"

"Tell me about you, then" I said, nodding at her. "Where are you from? Because I can tell that you have a good English accent but you speak fluent Greek"

"I'm… British, too" she smiled weakly. "But I came here because I loved this country"

"I can tell, you have lots of books about Greece" I nodded, even more curious than before after I saw her weak smile.

"I studied ancient history and I always wanted to be here to live it in first person" she sighed, resting her head in the back of the bathtub.

"And then I thought that you were like some of those girls obsessed with that Mamma Mia movie" I chuckled, trying to ease the mood. "You gave me those Donna vibes when I saw you"

"Who knows? Maybe I'll turn into her in a few years" she laughed softly. "I came here searching for a dream and I'm already living it…"

"That's good" I nodded, curious.

She smiled weakly and sighed, relaxing. I should go back to my apartment, but there's something that makes me want to stay and help her. Maybe it's the fact that I feel guilty, that she's like this because of my fault, because I crashed into her and she got injured.

"Why do you leave the front door unlocked?" I asked her, curious.

"Why not? I trust the people" she said, shrugging her shoulders and looking at me. "I don't have anything to hide or anything they can take from me. People are kind and I'm kind with them. I trust them"

"What if someone comes in the middle of the night to hurt you?" I frown, kinda worried.

"Well… now I don't have to worry anymore, right?" she said with a soft smile on her lips. "I have a neighbor with good hearing sense that would come here to help"

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The moment I said that I felt immediately stupid. I saw how he looked at me, trying to not laugh. Laugh at me, because of how ridiculous I was.

"I didn't mean to say that" I excused myself quickly, blushing and looking away.

"It's okay" he laughed. "It makes sense, I surprised myself of how quickly I came to help you"

I look at him and blush, laughing to hide the embarrassment. He was putting everything back in the first kit aid, his fingers moving around the things to place them correctly.

His hands are nice, with long fingers and a big palm. There are some bracelets on his wrists, some of them were orange and the other other yellow.

"Eh… can you help me get out?" I asked, somehow shy.

I know that the moment I'll get out of the water, things will happen. Like the bikini top wet and stuck to my breasts, all my body wet and then getting his clothes wet. That's why I didn't want his help, because things would turn back uncomfortable.

"Oh, yeah" he nodded, getting up.

Great, why are you so freaking kind?

I took a deep breath and looked at him standing on the side of the bathtub. He was looking at me, waiting for me to move, but when I stayed still, he frowned.

"Well? You don't want to get out?" he frowned, confused.

"It will be awkward" I sighed.

"It doesn't have to be" he said, and it just made me close my eyes, sighing heavier.

"Logan… my nipples are hard" I said, just to make him understand. "And my whole body is wet, if you help me get up I will make your clothes wet"

"O-oh…" he nodded, now understanding. "Okay… then I'll help you on another way"

I sighed, groaning. He really wants to help, no matter what? How can someone be so stubborn?

"Okay, try not to slip" he said.

I turned my head and saw him standing behind me, holding a towel with his hands. I sighed, really defeated, and rolly eyes.

"You win" I said. "Just… don't let me fall"

I heard him chuckle and then his hands were holding my arms, helping me get up without hurting me. He wrapped the towel around me and I just held it tighter once I was standing in the bathtub.

"Ready?" he asked, wrapping his arm on my back and getting ready to pick me up.

I nodded and then he picked me up, making me hold his shoulders and sigh. He sat me on the toilet and I just looked down, embarrassed.

"I promise this is the last time I take a bath with this thing on my foot" I groan.

"Just… don't hurt yourself again, Lily" he sighed. "You gave me a heart attack when I heard you fall"

I looked up at him and blushed. Okay, no, this can't be a crush. No, no. Get that idea out of your head, Lily.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you" I sighed. "It won't happen again"

"Don't worry" he chuckled. "Do you need help to go to bed?"

"I actually didn't want to go to bed" I said, holding the towel tighter and making sure it didn't fall. "But you can leave, really. I can do things on my own"

"You sure?" he frowned.

"Yeah, Logan. Don't worry" I said. "Good night"

He nodded and walked out, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

This day can't get worse. There's no way it can't get worse.

I sighed, taking off the bikini and putting on clean clothes to finally feel comfortable. The crutches are my big enemy, but if I want to move around I have to wear them, even if I hate it.

I walked, as best as I could, and went to my art room. I needed to do something to take all my emotions of the day out of my mind. I need to take my frustrations out and forget about everything that happened today.

"Well…" I sighed, grabbing my notebook and some pencils after sitting on the chair.

I let the pencil work alone, connected with my brain. I wasn't paying attention, but when I saw what I was drawing I just gasped.

"No way…" I mumble.

The eyes.

His eyes.

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