valenuie
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Details of ZENDAYA's look at the MET Gala 2024
(Dress in custom Maison Margiela by John Galliano, Headpiece by Philip Treacy, and makeup by Pat Mcgrath)
LANA DEL REY attends The 2024 Met Gala on May 06, 2024 in New York City
sunflowers; a muse
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ARGENTINA WORLD CHAMPION - QATAR 2022
We have waited 36 years, finally it happened.
Finally gonna be an F1 driver, congrats Oscar, im beyond happy for you. I hope you’ll be happy in your future team and I’ll hope you’ll be treated better than how Daniel was treated sadly. You’re gonna be amazing! Cant wait to see you on the track❤️
FRANCO COLAPINTO - F3 Grand Prix of Belgium - Spa, Belgium - August 25, 2022
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Favourite Designs: Zuhair Murad ‘Vers Les Joyaux Du Temps’ Spring 2022 Haute Couture Collection
hot bath - Patricio O’Ward
Y/N x Patricio O’Ward Theme: smutish, teasing, touching, not too explicit taking a hot bath with Pato x word count: 1170+
The Monday shift is always the worst at the office, and you’re glad that it’s finally over. Luckily, your boss let you go earlier, because she had to attend an important meeting in a different company, and you, as the new assistant, got the rest of the day off. She is really nice, and it feels like she could see the exhaustion hidden beneath your polite smile. Anyways, you arrive back at your apartment building, slowly climb up the stairs to your flat, just looking forward to spending some cuddly time on the sofa with your boyfriend
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The future of motorsport on both sides of the pond is in good hands… 🇺🇸🇬🇧
We knew it then and we know it now! [x]
Pato O’Ward on the pit wall as Colton Herta crosses the line to win the LMP2 class.
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Mon Soleil (P.O.)
A/N: hi hii!! I think that there's any writing with Pato?? I hope everyone likes this, it's based kn this song with the same title. It's from Emily In Paris hehehe
Working as the social media manager of McLaren was a dream come true. Being able to travel and do your work at the same time was amazing, making friends and having a good relationship with the team. But what wasn't planned and not so dreamy was meeting the reserve driver of the team: Pato O'Ward.
The first moment he walked inside the MTC, with that cheeky smile and looking at the cars with the same gaze a kid would have on a candy store, I was done. I'm that moment I knew that I as going right have problems. When he looked at the camera and the he looked up at me with a smile I knew that I was going to be in trouble. I had ti be with him all day, filming his day at the MTC, the challenge he did with Lando, the fitting on the car, how he placed his trophy next to Daniel's. And how he signed the contract that named him Lando's reserve driver.
That day, something clicked on me and on him. Those smiles, the way he looked at me, how he touched my arm when he started walking and he guided me while I was looking at the screen of the camera. And after the end of the day, how he said goodbye to me.
"Will I see you again?" He asked leaning on his car, his hands on the pocket of his jeans. I smirked, biting my lip. "I work here, you know where and how to find me" I said walking closer, our feet touching. "Give me at least your number" he said smirking too, placing a hand on my hip. "Pato, Pato... I'm not that easy". "I know. But you know that some things were always ment to be".
It was a teasing game. Eveytime he came to the MTC he searched me. He stayed close, looking how I worked, saying that he wanted to help but what he actually did was distract me. The last races of the season he came with the team, to cheer Lando and Daniel. To distract me. He walked with me around the paddock staying behind the camera while I filmed Lando, or just did things on the garage to have my attention.
And he did it. He got my attention. On a bad way.
Mexico GP. It was his home and he enjoyed the attention of the fans. He was glad that he could come here. But what he loved the most is having her here. He wanted her attention, he wanted to have her for himself for at least a minute. And that's what he tried to do, he was with her all the time, trying to help her with the cameras and the media. But he fucked up. Trying to help her with a camera he dropped it to the floor by accident. And one of the lenses broke. She got mad at him, screamed and cried mad. Everyone was surprised, no one saw her like that. And when he saw her running to the media room and closed the door making the pictures of the walls tremble, he felt bad.
"Mel, pelase. Open the door" he sighed knocking at the door. "Go away. I don't want to see you" she groaned. And something on his heart broke. "Come on, Melanie. I'm sorry. I just wanted to have your attention..." She opened the door, mad. And he got nervous. "That's the problem. You were distracting me, I wanted to work and be focus on it, but you were in my mind all the time. Sometimes I wonder if you ever gonna that I'm not like the other girls". "Believe me, Mel. I know that". He sighed walking away. He wants her. On a good way.
He continued trying to have my attention. Since that race the way he acted around me was different. He stopped trying to make me laugh or look at him doing silly and lovely things. He was just a teaser. He started doing the Hot Laps, and because of that I had to film him. He did the same things he did the first time I filmed him, placing his hand on my arm when he started walking or guiding me, looking at me instead to the camera, smiling and giggling.
I was head over heels for him. But I can't show it. Until one night at a party.
The end of season party was really wild, on a club next to the sea. Many drivers were there with their girlfriends. Lando was there with Luisa, Carlos with Isa, Charles with Charlotte. All lovely and enjoying the music. And I was there alone, smiling while dancing alone. But he came, he walked next to me and placed his hands on my hips. I smirked and danced with him, closer. Placing my hands on his shoulders I leaned on him, looking at his eyes.
"I want you" he said smiling. And I looked at him smirking. I looked at his lips but didn't understand what he said. I ignored it and continued dancing, but he said it again. And I ignored it again. He sighed and grabbed my hand, making me walk behind him to the outside of the club. "What? Hey! Pato!" I exclaimed when we were alone. And then he did it. He pulled me closer and pressed his lips on mines, cupping my cheeks with his hands. "I tell you I want you, but you don't listen to me" he whispered on my ear. "Come with me tonight"
And I did.
We were a giggling mess walking inside the hotel. One of his hands were on my hips while the other held my heels. When the doors of the elevator closed he pushed me to the wall and kissed me. Again and again. The doors opened and we walked to my room, out breaths were deeper, breathing our scents as we walked closer to each other once we were inside. His hands helped me take put my dress and my hands unbuttoned his shirt. I kissed him slowly, and he kissed me back gently.
"Oh, your kisses taste so sweet" he whispered on my ear, making me giggle. He kissed me and I moaned when I took off my underwear and brushed his fingers on my skin. He teased me and I moaned more. "Can't resist it" . He touched me, kissed me, made me see the stars, made me moan his name. And when I saw that he was in laying in front of me worh his chest raising up un down, I sighed. "Stay with me" I whispered. "Promise not to wake me if this all part of a dream. Because it feels like heaven, mon chèri ".
After that we became closer. Something between friends and lovers. We shared moments, hidden kisses, furtive gazes. And no one found out. For then we were something like best friends that had inside jokes, shared food and helped each other. But we both knew that it wasn't only that, there were feelings involved. The kisses we shared, his hands on my face, his hugs. Everything was full of feelings.
"Bonsoir!" I exclaimed walking inside the garage. He was there, and the moment he saw he his smile grew cheek to cheek. It was the first day of him as a reserve driver. Lando had to miss the race because he injured himself during training, so watching him there, with the blue race suit, made me smile. "Enchantée, new driver" I joked making him laugh. He did the press conferences, the interviews and I followed him filming every move he made. And when he went to the motorhome, he grabbed my hand and made me walk to his room. His hands on my face, kissing me with a big smile. "Hug me, mi sol" he whisoered and I giggled, wrapping my arms around him. "I'm proud of you".
But what started had to end, right? The IndyCar season started, and I was part of the Formula 1 season. We couldn't be together.
It was a night for only the two of us, his last day in Formula 1 before returning to his own world. Laying on bed, naked, skin to skin and our chests raising up and down, I looked at him. "Hold me close, it's too soon to say goodbye" I asked him, and he wrapped his arm around me, kissing me. "You are so beautiful, Mel. You got me in the sky" he whispered.
The next day I went with him to the airport. To say goodbye. Or that's what I thought.
"Be mine" he asked when we heard the speakers calling for his flight. "What?". I looked a thin surprised. "Be my girlfriend". "Pato we can't. We won't work... we are on different sides". "If we never try we never know what we could be" he said grabbing my hand. I looked at him and nodded, smiling amd kissing him.
A reserve driver changed my life.
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2021 F1 World Drivers Champion Max Verstappen celebrates with his team after the F1 Grand Prix of Abu Dhabi at Yas Marina Circuit on December 12, 2021 in Abu Dhabi
I pick my poison and it's you
Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V
Some of you wanted a part five so who am I to say no. Had a blast writing this story and just want to say a quick thank you for all the lovely messages and support. These things give writers the biggest boost of confidence! Much love and sorry for all of the mistakes. All kind of feedback is welcome. 🤍✨🤍✨🤍
word count: 2.2k
warning: a sprinkle of angst but overall a mushy fluff.
The first week was extremely hard for them. They kept their interactions quite friendly when they met up in the McLaren center. Lando would offer to drive her home sometimes and would stop at the grocery store if she needed anything. They ate lunch at the same table and laughed alongside others. They would even hug while saying goodbye. She was right there at the corner of the garage when he would be getting into the car. But this facade that the two of them put up was just an easy escape.
The truth was quite different. She longed to be in his presence, to cuddle up next to him in the evening and spend the night doing absolutely nothing. She would watch Max stream and would hope to see Lando appear even for a moment. One evening when he was practically falling asleep on Max's table she sent him a quick message saying, "Surely that's not very comfortable", Lando quickly checked his phone and turned his face to the camera, giving it the biggest and brightest smile. She couldn't help but smile as well. That was her biggest weakness - his smile. No matter what, no matter the circumstance, if Lando was smiling, she was smiling as well. But then the moment would pass, and it felt like she had forgotten his smile, and the gloomy thoughts would come back.
Lando wasn't doing any better. He wasn't quite sure how to act. What boundaries were there, and what lines he was allowed to cross. He would send her a message every evening, especially on the days where he wasn't able to catch a glimpse of her at the meeting or in the center. The conversation they had was never enough, the dreams he had of her were far from reality, and with time they started to become blurry.
Then the visits to her office space first thing in the morning had become rarer. Lando stopped bringing her apple juice, he would say hello, but his eyes seemed to be looking through her. He offered to drive her home less and less. Until one evening, when she found herself waiting for him to send her the usual evening text, but it never happened. She had to be up early in the morning, yet she couldn't fall asleep. The number of scenarios running through her brain was enough to keep her up for months.
A part of her was mad that he was giving up so quickly, that the promises he gave her were, after all, just promises and nothing more. But then she started thinking that maybe it was her fault, that she should have been more understanding towards him. However, he was the one hurting her. His behavior and words, cutting through her skin for months now. The decision had to make, and now she had one less thing to look forward to. Lando wasn't going to make it all better, and it wasn't love after all.
She kept on turning and tossing until she gave up on the idea of sleep. Kicking the covers off, she made her way to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea, grabbing her laptop so she could finish some work. She used to never work late cause she hated the way it made her feel the next day. That's what she never understood about Lando, how he could stream till unholy hours and still look energized the next morning. Knowing that he rarely stayed up late when she was with him. They would go upstairs and just lay in bed for hours, looking at each other without saying anything and then randomly starting to giggle when the butterflies in their stomachs would get too much.
Placing a cap on the kitchen island, she took a glimpse of her phone. The screen was light up. However, the name on the screen made her frown, but she still picked it up. "I'm so glad you answered. This will sound very stupid, but can you come over?", the troubled voice made her frown even more, "Max, what's going on?", "It's Lando". That was enough to make her whole body run cold. Subconsciously she started to walk towards the door, "Lando what Max! What happened?", she heard some noises in the background, instantly thinking the worst. "He didn't leave his room all day, didn't talk, didn't even go to train with Jon."
Putting her phone on speaker, she started looking for her car keys. "Did you check on him throughout the day?", "Yeah, until he locked the door. I think he needs you. Something surely must have happened." The idea of driving so late at night didn't appeal to her, the idea of driving, in general, didn't appeal to her. She was terrified of it, and that's why most of the time she was driving with someone. Now there was no time to lean into her fears, cause the idea of something happening to Lando was way scarier to her. She heard some noises in the background again, and then it clicked, "The keys are in the second drawer in the kitchen", "How do you know that?". She was running down the stairs of her apartment building, forgetting that she was in a random ripped t-shirt and some biker shorts. "Just look for them! I placed them there myself. Will be there as soon as I can.", "The gates are open, be careful".
When she got there, she didn't even bother to knock. Heading straight in, she was met with Max, who was coming down from the second floor. The look on her face must have said more than a thousand words, "He's okay, sitting there, looking through some boxes". She quickly hugged him before heading upstairs. When she opened the door, the sight in front of her broke her heart even more. Here he was sitting on the ground with all the stuff from their memory box all over the floor.
She quickly walked to Lando, dropping to the floor to hug him. At the shocking state, Lando tried to push her away, but as soon as that familiar scent of her strawberry shampoo filled his senses, he quickly brought her closer to him. "What are you doing here?", Lando quickly pulled away to look at her face. He needed to make sure that she was real, that it wasn't a cruel trick his brain was playing. "Max called. Are you okay? I got so scared...", she scanned his features, tear still visible on his rosy cheeks. "Got a bit worked up...", tilting his head down, Lando started to play with the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing. "Did you come here wearing this?", "I practically ran here, had no time to put a fancy dress sorry", Lando let out a quiet giggle before burying his face in the crook of her neck.
This time she didn't want to push him. Choosing to gently run her fingers up and down his back, softly scratching the back of his neck once in a while, cause she knew how much that calmed him down. "I...When we split up. Worst week of my life," Lando let out a big sigh, "I... I don't want us to forget all of this", he pointed to the things scattered around on the floor, "I am nothing without that. I'm nothing without you". "Hey, look at me, we don't have to forget all of this. This will forever be a part of us". Carefully she wiped away the tears from his face.
Now she hated herself for thinking that he didn't care. Cause he did and more than she could probably imagine. The last thing on her mind was to hurt him. How could she be happy if the guy she loved was falling apart in front of her eyes? "Do you remember what you said to me in the McLaren center a week ago?", "Many things...". She pushed some of his curls that were messily falling all over his face. "You said that you love me, and you know what?", Lando shakes his head before starting to chew the inside of his cheek, not sure if he could look into her eyes. "I love you too, but I was scared to admit it to myself", "So was I. Daniel practically told me to get my head out of my ass". They both started laughing. "Oh, I wish I would have seen that", Lando brought her body even closer to his so she could straddle his hips. His fingers slowly drew patterns under her shirt.
"I'm sorry for the things I said about you being, you know... easy to get. Just... Daniel and Michael were so sweet to you. I was jealous and scared that you might choose them", "You are a wonderful person when you don't listen to these silly monsters in your head", she tapped her fingers at his forehead. "I would never choose anyone else. You want to know why?", he hummed before pulling away from her body so he could see her face better. "Do you remember the first day we met?", she quickly scanned the floor before picking up a small charm. "Yeah... I spilled my drink then broke your bracelet because my jumped got stuck to it", "That's not the important part though. You looked for this all over the McLaren center", "I told the cleaner to keep an eye for it", smiling she ran her fingers through Lando's curls. "You did yeah, but you ended up finding it like a month later. Do you remember what I told you then?", "To keep it, and I wasn't sure why."
She pulled his hand up and placed the charm in his palm. "Look at the side of it", Lando had looked at that charm many times, but he never saw a little heart that was engraved on it. "Wait...", "I wanted you to keep a little part of my heart, my grandpa got me this. It was the most special charm on the bracelet. But at that time, you were the most special person in my life". The two of them had never cried together. But at this moment in time, they completely let go letting their vulnerable side show. Hearts on the table without anywhere to hide finally made them realize just how much and how strongly they belonged to each other. "I chose you a long time ago, silly. It sucks that it took us such a bumpy ride to realize it."
"I've never wanted something so bad in my life. You don't even realize just how much I hated myself every time I did something stupid. But I want to be better for you. So I could keep your heart", pressing his forehead to hers, he whispered, "For forever".
They stayed like that, just listening to each other's breathing. Two young kids madly in love, both clueless at how to handle it. It's a scary thought when you quickly realize that someone is your everything. The core of your existence. But for now, they weren't thinking about that. For the first time, after months of constant agony that their brains took them through, they were sure there was hope. She kissed the side of his cheek, and their eyes met again. "Can I kiss you?", she answered him by leaning in. The euphoric and warm feeling rolled through their bodies. At the moment, nothing felt more real than this. They could taste the saltiness of the tears, but that was the last thing on their mind. Lando brought his hand to her hair, her tiny hands laying on his chest. The kiss, although so simple, left them both breathless, yet neither of them wanted to pull away.
"I think it's time to go to bed", they were still catching their breath wrapped up in each other arms. "Only if I'll get to wake up next to you", "Must be your lucky day. Cause I'm not in the mood to drive home". Lando gave her his cheeky smile, the one that she missed so much. He slowly stood up with her still in his arms before carrying her to his bed.
"Should we let Max know that everything's okay?", Lando ground tiredly, "But I don't want to go downstairs". She gave him one of those looks that he simply couldn't resist. Shifting to turn to the door, Lando yelled out, "We're fine!", the sound of Lando's voice echoed through the house made her cover her ears quickly. "Well, that's one way to do it".
Lando pulled her body close to his, finally feeling at ease. The feeling of her so close to him made his mind calmer for the first time in months. She made herself comfortable on his chest. Her fingers once again combed through his hair. "I love you," even though it was just a whisper, she heard him perfectly fine. He was her forever, and she knew that nothing could stand between the two of them. The bumps and unsteady turns that they took only made them stronger. And now, with him so close to her, she was sure that she was back where she belonged. She was at home. "You didn't say it back", she couldn't help but laugh that even in his sleepy state, he was so demanding. "I love you too, you muppet".
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snuggles; lando norris
requested by anon, no warnings just A LOT of soft fluff stuff. it's not my finest piece, and it’s not even that long, cause idk I struggled a lot with writing this week... 🥺i hope you would like it anyway! Let me know, i love hearing your feedbacks ✨
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Imagine you and Lando napping together on the couch on a day off after a long week. He had been away for several weeks, around Europe for racing. When he got back, he was almost immediately sucked into a series of important meetings, promotional duties and press stuff. He barely had time to breathe or - more banally - to have a proper shower. He was exhausted, triple headers were both mentally and physically draining and you could definitely see on his face how tired he was, always filling his energy drink bottle to gain more strength, going to bed at 8 pm after a quick dinner and struggling to get up when the alarm rang.
However, that Saturday was finally, the first day off he had. No races, no press, no meetings. Just a quick training session with Jon on Zoom early in the morning, but once he was done with that he was completely free for the rest of the day.
He had called you right before lunch. You were dealing with some stuff on your laptop when his name lit up on your phone screen. It was hard for you to refrain from smiling instantly.
“Hey, you!”
“Hi”
You felt his tiredness on the spot. With just one small ‘hi’
“You okay?”
“Just a little tired, that’s all! Wanna come for lunch? We can order Subway” he asked with a soft voice. It made your heart bigger to know that, even if he was exhausted, he still wanted to see you.
You didn’t need time to agree. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, you couldn’t wait to catch up with him and spend some good quality time.
Once the phone call was over you rushed over to his place, thrilled to finally have some time alone with your boyfriend.
So there you were.
Lying on Lando’s expansive couch, his hands gently and tightly wrapped around your waist while his head was resting peacefully on your chest. Everything around you made you feel at home, so comfortable and cosy. Your bubble. Your safe place.
Maybe it was Brooklyn 99 keeping you company in the background, or maybe it was the darkness surrounding you, or perhaps the sound of the rain outside, just the sum of all of that was incredibly perfect for that moment.
You didn’t need fancy dates in fancy restaurants or big ‘movie style’ love gestures. Lying on a couch on a Saturday afternoon was more than enough and even better than anything you could have wished for.
It was extremely adorable how he had just fallen asleep, hiding his grin in the crook of your neck, after asking you to go play golf with him later in the afternoon.
“I can let you drive the golfkart if you promise you won’t fool around” he whispered making you laugh.
You nodded, cuddling him softly. His body was fully pressed on yours with legs woven under a plaid and your hands gently rubbing between his curls.
Eventually, you started to feel weary too, ending up falling asleep lightly. Even with your eyes closed, you kept rubbing his head and his back, massaging it sweetly.
You don’t know how much time you spent cuddling there, in each other’s arms. Could have been hours or minutes, you didn’t care the slightest. You were at your happiest and in your most comfortable state possible, Lando’s hands never left your waist: they always kept you close, holding you firmly to make sure you didn’t leave. He wanted you here, in his arms, glued to his body, feeling the warmth of each others' proximity. And you, you wouldn’t dare to wish to be anywhere else.
That was your place to be. Your favourite one.
“What time is it?” he moved a little, while his sleepy voice made you open your eyes a little.
“Don’t worry about it” you whispered back. He mumbled in response clutching himself to your body even more. You hugged him tightly, wrapping your legs around his hips.
You stayed there, in that position, for what it seemed a lifetime. At some point, Lando even started to snore a little making you giggle in your drowsiness and that was the final sign that highlighted how he needed to rest properly.
And you were glad and happy that he managed to do it hugged to your body, as if he had found his anchor for his wellbeing. You were that.
His anchor.
His getaway.
“Hey” he whispered at some point. You kept your eyes closed, never stopping your hands from wandering between the softness of his curls.
“Mh?” “Did I wake you up?” you whispered.
He rolled his head a little, with his lips still pressed on your cheek. You snuggled even more, holding him tightly with both arms and legs: like a little koala clung on a tree.
“I love you”
You tightened the grip on his body even more, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. Butterflies started dominating your entire stomach, like a teenager with their first crush.
God, you felt lucky. You felt so lucky. The luckiest on earth.
His body shifted a little, bringing himself up a little more just to face you better. Now his lips were millimeters from yours, just before they leant on your cheek softly. Smiling was the only thing you found yourself able to do in that moment. You were feeling so warm and loved, you needed it to last forever.
“I love you too, baby”