Lookin Good

lookin good

Lando Norris arriving at the paddock in Barcelona on Thursday ahead of the Spanish Grand Prix

Photo Credit: Jay Hirano

natalie pinkham i fuckin love u for this

that's it. that's the post.

goals babes goals

Can you make one with joseph quinn where they are dating since season 4 started shooting and now they are invites to the brazil party with jamie and tbey are one of those couples thag are never serious and act goofy instead of toucht which they are and they sing snd dance together and also are like hugginf and kissing but not much and the reader and jamie are like best friends and vibing together there and later on when they are back in their hotel room they make loce cause tbey havent had much timw together since fhe whole partjes and interviews and stuff? :)

ALRIGHT IM IN LOVE. sincerely apologize if this doesn't meet your request entirely. i apologize that i won't be writing joseph smut bc i'm still getting used to writing him. but i will be writing it in the near future!

you can't keep a straight face as joseph goes into a deep talk about how his vecna song is up and down by venga boys.

the thing is, he looks so fucking passionate talking about a euro trash song. but you can see the playful twinkle in his eyes as he does so, ever so often shooting you a quick glance to tell you that he's never serious when it comes to venga boys.

you hide your laugh in his arm, turning away from the person he's talking to and you hide it as a way that shows you're shy. joseph's got a secured arm around your shoulders, rests his cheek on top of your head as you nestle your face deeper into his blazer to cover your laugh.

perhaps you'd drunk too much of that drink.

"you should listen to it," he tells them. "it's so funky and amazing. it'll definitely help you escape vecna. i mean, i'm sure he'd like it too."

jamie's behind you, a drink close to his lips, and it looks like he's hiding his laughter with you. 'coz at this point joseph's talking about the meaning of the song. "see i chose it because it's up and down. y'know, because of the upside down. up...and down....upside down?"

you're thanking vecna it didn't last more than eight minutes.

"i'm sad no one has asked me what my vecna song is," jamie sighs. joseph still has an arm around your shoulders, swaying you both side to side to a music you can't understand but vibe to. "i mean, i'd like to talk about how fearless is my vecna song."

"how will you have a vecna song if you are vecna?" the question doesn't make sense, you think, but maybe it's the inebriation that took over your thoughts. "what, is he like, trying to escape himself!?"

"definitely," your boyfriend quips. "he needs therapy. he can't go off killing children."

you take joseph's right hand when he places his glass on a nearby table. and you find your fingers twirling the ring on his hand as a form of distraction, maybe a bit of boredom as jamie goes on a rant about how vecna still needs a vecna song

joseph's fingers fiddle with yours, a silent answer that says he's also getting a bit bored now. he argues still that vecna needs therapy not a song.

"hey, 'y hear that?" joseph whispers in you ear. you'd gotten too distracted from playing with the ring on his finger. "its head over heels, baby."

you look up at him, removing your cheek from his bicep. "tears for fears?"

"head over heels."

you squeal. you place your glass beside joseph's and take his hand, bringing him right in the middle of the bright multicolored floor. he's more than happy to come with you, holding your hand with just as much fervor as he spun you around until you're in his embrace, hands around your waist and swaying you to the song.

with hands around his neck and fingers pulling on the curls from the back of his head, you drunkenly smile up at him. joseph takes note of your intoxicated state, remembers not to trick you into thinking the glass was alcohol but really was just water.

"y'know, this would be my vecna song," you tell him, breath fanning over his face. joseph nudges his nose with yours as a gentle kiss, looking like two drunk teens at prom. but he doesn't care.

"still doesn't beat up and down,"

"ugh, shut up!" you throw your head back, whining a bit louder than you're supposed to. he laughs and his hand comes up over your mouth. "we both know you only say that for shits and giggles."

"you're right, lovie." he chuckles. he straightens your hair, hand coming up from your waist to your shoulder, dragging down to raise your interlocked hands. "you wanna know what it is?"

"to make myself stop laughing everytime someone asks you what your favorite song is, yes please baby," you smile at him.

joseph spins you around, eyesight blurred by the quick spin until you're back in his arms and your focused fixates on him and him only. "it's golden years by david bowie."

you beam. "really?"

"yeah!" he furrows his eyebrows for a second before he's smiling again. "i'll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years. nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years,"

"sap," you tease him, but press a kiss to his cheek because why not. "simp?"

"simp."

"oi," jamie cuts in between the two of you and hugs joseph, a similar pout on his face. his face is a bit pink, you observe. "i miss my girlfriend. wanna dance with you guys."

by the time the song ends (with jamie holding both you and joseph's hands as he sways to the song), the party does too. you're tripping down the carpeted floors of the hotel hallways, barefoot with your heels held by joseph who's leading you to your shared hotel room.

"i can't believe we're in brazil," you giggle at him. joseph shuts the door behind, placing your heels carefully on the side for you not to accidentally step on them. "ah, correction brazil!!!"

you mimic him from earlier, where he'd trilled the word 'brazil' for an interview. joseph shushes you by placing a hand over your mouth, lipstick staining his palm as he does so.

"you gotta keep quiet, baby," he warns you. joseph sits you down on the bed, goes to the other side to pour you a glass of water, and comes back with a slightly concerned look. "drink up, dove."

too tired to protest, you drink the water from the hotel glass, joseph holding it for you. you don't realize as soon as you swallow the drink you'd fallen down to the bed with a small pout.

"what's up, darling?" joseph discards his blazer, unbuttons the first three of his dress shirt and places his shoes aside next to yours. "tired, huh?"

"yeah," you exhale. "y'know, i saw a puppy down the hallway earlier. maybe we can shout at it and ask why it didn't come near you back at buzzfeed."

joseph's chuckle warms your befuddled heart. "we shouldn't shout at puppies, baby." he takes your hand into his and pulls you up. "now how 'bout a shower then i'll love on you, yeah?"

your eyes widen. "sounds like a great idea."

reblogs are highly appreciated <3

tagging @kellysimagines tysm for the request baby!

ah, to have what they have…

love is just a word - part 9

a/n: buckle up mi amor, this is the last one for the road! this story has brought me so much joy, and so much escape from the real world. i started it out as a side project, something to get my creativity juices flowing… and look where we are now with NINE parts + shorts… and the love that you guys have for this series has really been mindblowing. now im going to stop rambling, and i hope you guys enjoy the last part!!

this chapter is paired with a favourite song of mine so feel free to listen to it here

read all other parts here!!

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Mallorca, Spain

“One more week, mi guapo.” You’re getting out of the car, thanking the driver as he pulls out your luggage. 

“That’s another race, another seven days.” Pierre whines. 

It had been more than four weeks since New York, and you had been working things out with Pierre at your pace. Things had fallen into normalcy over time, like a long distance couple working out their troubles. You worked on the last few projects on hand, spending most of your time at shoots in the city, or editing photographs at Joe’s bakery. Pierre texted you and Facetimed whenever he had the chance, and you sent pictures or called to update him about the various mundane things in your life. For the first time in your life you properly communicated, and it felt like a breath of fresh air.  

You fought hard, and Pierre proved to be fighting just as much, if not more for the both of you. 

“Hey,” You press your phone between your shoulder and ear, dragging the luggage up a couple of stairs, “I miss you too, guapo, but you know I have to do this." 

He sighs, following his PR manager to some media stunt the Red Bull team had organised, "I just wish I could be there with you." 

"I know, but I’ll see you as soon as you’re done with the race.” He has no clue about the surprise you have install for him. 

Pierre stays silent as you roll your luggage up the all too familiar pathway of the Sainz summer home. The familiar shadow of piñon jumping and barking in excitement by the window. Reyes is standing by the door with him now, waving you in. 

The phone is still pressed to your ear as you listen to his soft breathing. 

“Pierre?” He hums in response. 

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TikTok Series | Dirty Text Challenge

// masterlist //

Word Count: 647, a shortie

Category: Fluff

Warning: Implied smut.

Summary: Y/N sending Harry a dirty text when they’re out with their friends for a TikTok challenge.

a/n: next one is the “so i decided to date…and it went like”🥺

FaceTime Challenge

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There was no denying that you had found joy and fun in the challenges on TikTok, especially the funny ones that didn’t go too far.

From showing Harry your favorite TikTok videos to including him in some failed attempts at viral dances which had the fans going absolutely crazy, your boyfriend of 3 years knew how attached you have been to the app.

After posting the FaceTime prank you had pulled on Harry, fans were swarming your social media with new challenges and pranks to try out, some of which you were sure you wouldn’t go near because they were just borderline mean. No way you were going to fake your pregnancy and you definitely weren’t going to break up with him for a prank either.

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