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everythingne · 2 months ago
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sister's influnce -- po5
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longtime racing fan and twisters star yn ln ends up with a new favorite after being invited to the mid-ohio race. pato is just doing what he does best--stealing the hearts of the general public.
pato oward x actress!reader / fc: daisy edgar-jones
warnings/notes: mild twisters spoilers? kinda? as usual the twitter dates are wrong i just... im lazy.
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officialynln: bts from the last leg of the press tour (sobbing), and can we start a petition to cast me in some sort of racing movie sometime soon??
tagged: glenpowell, anthonyramos, arrowmclaren, twistersmovie
glenpowell: awe you put cutie in here
⤷ officialynln: i am going to throw you into a tornado
user: wheres pato in the comments i see him in the likes godamnit
user: put yn in the f1 movie instead of brad pitt
user1: what do you MEAN the press tour is over?
arrowmclaren: it was lovely to have a meteorology icon in our presence!
⤷ officialynln: how much do i have to pay to drive the car next time...
⤷ indycar: unfortunately, that is not allowed.
⤷ arrowmclaren: we can let you sit in it though! and we'll make sure its pato's car ;)
patriciooward: sad we missed eachother this weekend... if u wanna come to another raaacceeeee......???
⤷ officialynln: very sad indeed :( maybe i'll see you next time ...
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brittanybroski: BROSKI NATION WELCOMES LADY YN OF HOUSE LN TO THE REALM!
thanks for coming on the show @ officialynln it was a pleasure 🛡️⚔️❤️
tagged: officialynln
user: YESSSS
user1: this is what we've been WAITING FOR
user2: brittany ur roster is crazy??
user1: need a glen powell episode.
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(youtube.com/royalcourt...)
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officialynln: pato who :)? congrats my love, glad we got to 'run into' eachother again.
user: SHUT THE FUCK UP?
patriciooward: so did u notice how when ur at races i win?? i think that means i get to keep you in my pocket
⤷ officialynln: with the straw wrapper you said you'd throw out two days ago?
⤷ patriciooward: why are you calling me out like this corazón :(?
glenpowell: there is no way you did this yn
nolansiegel: my mom!!
⤷ officialynln: MY SON!!!!
alexanderrossi: thank god he'll stop complaining now
⤷ officialynln: 'i was simply yapping' is his defense
⤷ arrowmclaren: this was beyond yapping
⤷ patriciooward: my TEAM is calling me out >:(??
coltonherta: so when is the indycar movie coming?
⤷ kylekirkwood: @ officialynln can i crash into colton in the movie
⤷ officialynln: idk when the movie will be out, but ill write that down
⤷ coltonherta: what the fuck?? RUDE??
⤷ scottmclaughlin: ill be in the movie if i get to have some jersey shore reference
⤷ officialynln: calling snooki rn dw scott
stingrayrobb: oH HE WASNT JOKING?
santinoferruci: patito win !
⤷ officialynln: get OFF my instagram.
⤷ nolansiegel: LMAO YN PLEASE??
user1: the ENTIRE indy grid coming to yns comments is amazing
user2: the way pato was just so cute he pulled an actress?? thats my driver damnit.
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general tag list (thank u!)
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motorsportsfavorite · 2 months ago
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You start to Freeze
->Thriller, by Michael Jackson
Pato and Reader watch a horror movie that shakes the both of them.
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Credits roll. They’re silent, matching the blank expressions that y/n and Pato share.
“What’d you think?”
Pato shook his head, “great. Yeah, loved it, the way the guy and the hook, and the car door. Yeah.”
She nodded.
The two fell into an uncomfortable silence. Sat on their hands like a couple in middle school during a first date to the movies. They didn’t look at each other, both hiding a grimace.
“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she said, finally, out loud. Her voice cut into that uncomfortable atmosphere. The kind of atmosphere you have to take a shower to get out of “You hated it,” she added.
He nodded. “Why did I let you talk me into that?”
She shook her head, “my sister compared it to Scream, I was thinking slasher movie.”
“But we got, that.”
The movie avoided being gratuitous with its’ gore, but something underlying made them nauseous watching it. Y/n would always say she had a strong stomach for horror. Pato wouldn’t, but he’d always go along with whatever she had in mind.
He didn���t sleep for a week after Coraline, but that was a different level.
She grabbed his hand, pulling him out of thinking about the movie they just finished. “Wanna watch Cars?”
Pato nodded and pulled her over close to him. She pulled her blanket along with her to let it drape over both of them. They settled in with the more lighthearted Pixar movie.
They made it half way through before they fell asleep on the couch. Atleast together they had a little bit more comfort. Pato held onto y/n, even in his sleep.
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lokideservesahug · 2 months ago
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If this is what we're hoping... Then I'll have to abandon Pato and Alex, just as I was starting to really like him (he was speaking nicely about Logan in an interview)...😔
Does make me want to write for Pato though (but I have no inspo)
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embrosegraves · 3 months ago
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1k Read-a-thon Poll: 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓎
Vote here to decide who gets to be a (selective) mind reader!
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norris55s · 5 months ago
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chaotic texts - pato o’ward
reader x pato o’ward texts, except they’re crazy
for more chaotic texts
warnings: suggestive!! 18+
a/n: i love pato yall we need more pato stans and content
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triplefrontierbabe · 3 months ago
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Hi babee!🫶🏻
Can I request f1 texts with the grid (and if you could add Pato) that they are a little taken and miss the reader when they are literally right next to her or just went to get something to eat maybe or to the bathroom🙂‍↕️
Only if this makes you feel comfortable, I send my love!💌
Attachment Texts with the Grid
summary: texts from the grid because they miss you
pairing: f! reader x Pato O’Ward, Oscar Piastri, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris
warning: language, you are responsible for the content you consume
a/n: babe!!! ilysm for requesting Pato 🥹 I wish I got more Indycar requests 🙂‍↕️
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taglist: @ifyouaintfirstyourelastt @f1updates4you @bernelflo
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thatsdemko · 5 months ago
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something bout you - p. o'ward
masterlist | pairing: Pato o’ward x Rossi!fem!reader summary: your love for him is different and he couldn’t love it more. warnings: 18+ content + mentions of Indy500 results + fluff + angst(?) + minor errors a/n: hiiii! Im back :) I’ve been working on this since the results of indy500 and while it’s not perfect I hope you all enjoy!
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where your brother was a dark cloud on rainy days, you were the thunder and lightning that boomed across the sky alongside him. its enticing to someone like him.
he’s drawn to the identical to dark like storm eyes, black hair that sways across your back. you were rossi’s identical down to the bone. zak brown used to swear it was traumatizing, now Pato finds it adoring.
where Alexander was millennial humor, and minimal smiles, you were nothing but witty gen z comebacks and a smile once a month. Pato found your personalities jarring in comparison, but made it his mission to brighten your clouds.
“woah.”
it sounded more like a whoosh of air exhaling from his lips. seeing you in a dark blue floor length gown truly took the air and words from his lungs. it threatens the muscles in your cheeks to tug upward, but you refuse to give pato the satisfaction of a smile.
“what?” you whip your head in his direction. navy blue suit jacket, a white shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, and matching pants. he looks heavenly. you hate that.
“you look gorgeous, amor.” the nickname rolls off his tongue, a smirk tugging his lips as he watches red flicker across your cheeks. you didn’t need to show any other signs of affection for him to know that subtle weakness for him.
“and you look like a buffoon. not even a suit can help your case.”
a chuckle escapes his lips, and for the first time since sunday morning he’s actually smiling. leave it to a rossi to lift his spirits.
“you brighten my day, Rossi.”
“I didn’t say anything.” Alex comes up behind you. his black suit and dark blue tie matching your dress like twins.
right, he reminds himself, siblings. she’s not for you.
“other Rossi,” you reply turning to your brother, “you think way too highly of yourself.”
a permanent scowl formed the second Josef took the stage. it was a common look for you, though you masked it well during most days, tonight was one of those moments you let it rip.
Josef drove a hell of a drive yesterday, but seeing him on stage was all but a reminder of what Pato lost and for some reason that angered you. having to watch your brother, his sister, and his own team members lift him up from another disappointing loss trickles into your memory. it was a well deserved win for Josef, but your heart ached for somebody else.
somebody you definitely shouldn’t have feelings for, but you find yourself having. someone who opened up the dark cloud and made it a little brighter.
when Pato finally took the stage, all he could see was you. the scowl loosening from your face to a contorted smile. all energy from earlier drained out of him. having to be reminded of his failed efforts, but he did enjoy the view of you practically envisioning what it would be like to strangle newgarden.
“that’s two smiles this month.” Pato whispered into your ear when he passed you to his seat. he could hear a low grumble come from you, and the scowl was back, but aimed at him.
he reveled in it. taking in all your features and how hard you work to keep your vulnerability inside that hard shell. because for a split second when he took that stage he saw you for what you truly were; a fool in love with him.
“I like when you get defensive of me.” he says, coming up from behind you. he rests his chin against your shoulder, the hairs that fell out his gel slicked back tickle your skin.
“the scowl was out of annoyance. don’t think too deep about it.” you say, attempting to fight his touch, but it’s too much strength to do so. you just relax your body into his and allow yourself to be held.
“I like to think you actually do love me.”
you fight the urge to roll your eyes as you feel his lips graze the sensitive part of neck. you can feel your knees weaken, ready to crumble into his arms.
love was a strong word and emotion, but it never felt big and scary with Pato. love was different with him. different was good, different was better than whatever you’d read in books. you didn’t need the fairytales, you just needed someone to remind you to smile once a month. or not attempt murder when he lost important races.
“say it,” he mumbles into your skin, teeth running across your flesh, you can feel goosebumps scatter across your skin, “say you love me.” he takes a piece of your skin in between your teeth, the sound of your sharp inhale fuels the fire in him.
“I do,” you swallow, trying to steady yourself against him, “I love you.” you spin around to face him, your dark eyes stare into his chocolate ones.
he nudges your body towards the bed and you comply. seating on the edge of the bed, you watch him remove his suit jacket. the most mundane task, was such a turn on for you. you unconsciously open your legs for him.
“I love you too,” he presses his knee in between your thighs, gently dropping your back onto the mattress, “even when you want to murder me.”
“I’d murder for you,” you say pulling him by the collar of his shirt, “but if you don’t fuck me, I will strangle you.” you growl into his ear before sinking your teeth into the outer edge of his lobe.
“you always seem to have a way with the words.”
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schuminis47 · 1 year ago
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OP (81) & PO (5) have my heart
AND NORBI OMG HES SO CUTE I NEED A CORGI SPECIFICALLY NORBI
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spamsmcgee · 2 months ago
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Gonna be moving everything around.
I’ll be on motorsportsfavorite. Fics I have here will be rewritten on there as time goes on.
I’ll be writing Zhou Guanyu, Yuki Tsunoda, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Oscar Piastri, Pato O’Ward, David Malukas, and Sting Ray Robb.
Can’t wait to cater to the one (1) Sting Ray Robb fan.
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lexxlouuu · 1 year ago
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Sorry for the radio silence, life has been hectic lately, but a new chapter of how you get the girl will be up later this afternoon.
I’ve been really plotting out and planning the Addie and Charles story and have had been thinking of how I want the episodes to go for the girls podcast.
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libraryofloveletters · 2 years ago
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Three Little Ducklings
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Pato O’Ward x Fem!Reader 
Warnings: mentions/references of smut, dad!Pato, uncle Felix for the win, Nashville race - that is a warning in itself, mentions of pregnancy and birth (nothing explicit), tooth rotting fluff basically. 
Word Count: 3.2k
Author’s Note: The fact that there is no Pato content is a crime. This has been sitting in my drafts for too long and in honour of the end of indy season, here we are. -- this one’s for my girlies in the ben hate club <333
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September, 2018. 
His debut with Harding had been a success. You’ve watched him grow since you two were barely teenagers. Pato was your first love and clearly on his way to being your only love by the looks of it. The two of you grew up together, high school sweethearts at that. You were fortunate enough that Pato took you along with him as he went through his career. 
You and his family were his grounding point. 
Somehow, the boy had managed to convince your parents to let you come with him across the country as the season went. 
You two were all but 19 years old at the time. 
Pato had crossed the finish line, your heart beating out your chest and your face hurting from how big you were smiling. Pato had won. 
Your Pato had won Indy Lights. 
He’s being hoisted up onto the shoulders of the mechanics, the trophy in his hands. You smiled at the sight, snapping a photo. His name being cheered by the crowd, the smile bright on his face. 
You let him bask in his moment; he had worked so hard and it was well deserved. 
Pato was beyond happy, happy to win, happy to be there, happy to be loved, but especially by you.
His eyes found you off to the side, his gaze fixed on you. His cheeks had a reddish hue from the kiss you just blew him, though he can play that off on the heat. 
You had snuck off down the back pathways back to your boyfriend’s motorhome and he noticed. He excused himself for the moment, under the guise of needing to change out of the sweaty clothes but he really was on his way to find you. The team was too busy celebrating, the cheers and drinks being passed around and they had barely even noticed that he was gone. 
“Hi you,” his arms wrapped around you, hugging you from behind. 
“Hi!” you turned to face him, smothering him with a kiss and Pato can't help but laugh against your lips. 
“Someone's excited,” he mumbles, as you push him back to sit on the couch. You’re on his lap, your hands making quick work of the velcro and zipper on his race suit. 
He quickly figures out what your plan was. 
Pato looks at you, brows raised. “Here?” 
“Don’t tell me the champion is turning down some victory sex?” 
“Of course I do.” He says, his lips finding yours again.
His hands resting on your ass, your lips on his as you undo the rest of his race suit, you are trying your best to go as fast as you can before someone comes and interrupts the two of you. 
“Patooooo!” His press officer shouts, coming through the door. 
The man freezes, seeing you both half naked, Pato’s arms around you with you on his lap. “Sorry!” He turns around, “everyone is looking for you,” he tells you two before leaving. 
Pato groans, his head pressed to your shoulder. “Do we really have to go?” He asks you. 
“Yeah,” you get off his lap, fixing your shorts. Your boyfriend gets up, changing into his t-shirt rather than his fireproof top. 
“Go on,” you give him a shove when he comes over to kiss you. 
Pato brings you out with him, he tries his best to rush through all the media and press, making small talk and talking about how happy he was and what a big win it was for the team. At some point, he manages to pull himself away from the media duties, the team reconvening and getting in their last championship hurrah before the drivers head out for the night. 
The drive back was quiet, Pato’s hand on your thigh the entire ride. Your hand rested over his, fingers slipped between his. You held his hand in the elevator ride up, letting him unlock the room door. 
The room was quiet but the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. 
You were sitting on the edge of the bed, undoing the strap on your sandal but Pato stopped you, undoing it for you. 
“I should be taking care of you,” you tell him, watching as his hand slides up your leg. “I mean, you are the champion after all,” you hum, your hands on the collar of his shirt, pulling him into you. 
“Does that mean I get a prize?” He pushes you back on the bed, getting on top of you. “Depends, what do you think your prize should be?” You smile at him, kissing him. 
“You,” he mumbles against your lips. 
The tensions had been high since you two were in his motorhome, both of you practically itching to pull each other’s clothes off. Now you had the chance and you were. 
Pato was on a high; he won Indy Lights, he had his beautiful girlfriend in his arms, alone, in a hotel with no one to bother them for the rest of the night. 
Heaven on earth. 
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A Month & A Half Later - November, 2018. 
The test on the counter was staring back at you. “Well?” Pato asked, sticking his head into the bathroom. 
You move to sit on the edge of the bathtub, the test in your hand now. Pato sits beside you, his hand resting on yours before you turn it over. 
Positive. 
“Oh,” he breathes. “Yeah,” you whisper back, unsure how to react. 
Pato has a smile on his face, his arm around your shoulder. “I’m happy,” he tells you, looking over at you. “Are you?” 
“I’m scared.” You admit to him. 
Pato nods, “me too.” His other hand resting on your thigh, “we’ll figure it out.” 
The next few weeks were somewhat of a living hell for the two of you. 
The plan was never to become parents at the age of 19, it happened and well, neither of you were shying away from the fact that it did. It was safe to say that neither set of parents, yours nor his, were pleased with the fact that you were expecting a baby. 
You were about a month along when you found out that you were pregnant, and by time you hit the third month, you started to realize that your bump was a lot bigger than it should be. Out of concern, you went back to the doctor before your scheduled appointment to figure out what was going on. 
Imagine your surprise when you found out that you're not having one, nor two, but three babies. 
April, 2019. 
Pato is the most supportive boyfriend on the planet. 
Throughout your entire pregnancy, he was by your side trying to be there for you as much as you can between racing and being home. He was racing part time with Carlin after his deal with Harding fell through. 
His birthday was in a few days and you were still very much pregnant with triplets. You two celebrate at home, his parents and sister coming over as well. His parents told you about all the things to expect when you gave the babies and Elba was more excited to meet her niece and nephews than anything else. 
Elba and Pato would fight over who gets to feel the baby kick but you remind them that there are 3 babies, which means 6 little feet. More than enough to go around. 
Pato’s birthday passed just in time for the babies’ birth. 
He was set to leave on Tuesday afternoon for his race but just as he was walking out of the door, your water broke. Pato refused to leave your side. 
You insist that he should go to his race, that he can't throw his race over the birth of your children. 
He insists that the birth of your children is more important than the race. 
Seems like a true if you were at a crossroads, once again. 
In the end, Pato won; calling and letting them know that his girlfriend was in labour and that he thinks that he should stay with her. The team is more than happy to go along with his terms, wishing the two of you well and telling him that they will see him for the next race. 
Your boyfriend takes you to the hospital, the labour was long and hard. An excruciating, nearly 24 hours later, your babies had made their way into the world. 
Two little boys and a girl. 
Your first born and first son; Mateo Arlo O’Ward. 
Your second son and the middle child; Santiago Alonso O’Ward.
And finally, your baby girl took her sweet time making her appearance, letting her brothers come first; Valentina Elba O’Ward. 
The two of you chose to keep the birth of the triplets private from the world for now. Not only because Pato is focussing on his racing career, but because the two of you were 20 years old and now the parents of 3 babies. 
It wasn't until their first birthday that you ended up posting a photo of the five of you, sitting in front of three little birthday cakes and three babies covered in frosting.
Nashville - August, 2022.
This weekend was the Nashville race. Pato had been begging you to join him at a race, to let the kids see what daddy does in real life rather than on tv. They were 3 years old now, old enough to understand what was going on and it wouldn’t be so hard to manage them.
The weekend had been good, despite the tremendous amounts of rain that was pouring down on the city. Pato had left you in his motorhome, taking the ducklings along with him to do a walk of the track. 
Pato had deemed the kids mis patitos from the day they could walk. It meant my ducklings, the 3 littles ones clung to each other and walked in a line behind each other all the time but especially when they were learning how to walk - mimicking the same behaviour that ducklings do. Plus when Pato is home, the 3 of them follow him step for step, it’s actually so adorable that it makes you think about having one more. 
You hadn’t even realized it was raining until you opened the door of the motorhome. It was too late to back out now; between the rain and the wind, your top was already soaked. 
You made a run for it, sprinting through the rain until you found your boyfriend under the McLaren tent. 
“Babe?” He paused his conversation with someone, turning to face you. 
“Hi,” you sigh, wiping the water from your face. Pato takes off his sweater, giving it to you so you can dry your face off. You glance around, the triplets weren't anywhere you could see. “Where are the kids?” 
“Oh they’re with Felix, they went for a track walk-” Pato realizes what’s happening. 3 little ones stuck in the rain with Felix. Your brows pull together as you glance back into the rain, there was no one out there except for whoever was under the tents. 
Or so you thought. 
There’s something orange coming towards the tent, as it comes closer - quite quickly - you realize what it is. Felix is hunched over in the rain, his coat held over the triplets, you can see their little feet sticking out from under the coat as they run back to the tent. 
You and Pato are both trying not to laugh when they get back, all three kids are bone dry, not a drop of water on them except for their shoes, meanwhile Felix is drenched from head to toe. 
The triplets run from their uncle Felix when they see their dad, the kids hugging his legs. Pato crouches down to hug them properly. 
You walk over to talk to Felix. “Thank you,” you tell him, resting a hand on his shoulder. 
“No worries, you know I love them like my own.” He smiles, Felix meant it. Plus he used the fact that he was walking around with 3 adorable children to his benefit, showing off and getting numbers on his way down the paddock. 
“Kids! Did you say thank you to uncle Felix?” you ask them, Pato letting them go so they can run over. They were standing in front of you in a row like a really badly placed fence, looking up at the man in front of them. 
A chorus of thank you going his way and he smiles at the kids. 
“I hope they didn’t misbehave.”
“Never, things 1, 2 and 3 are always on their best behaviour.” Felix tells you, tossing a wink at the triplets, making them giggle. 
Everyone was getting out of the rain, the race being delayed until the rain stopped. You and Pato and the kids head back to his motorhome - Pato carrying Mateo and Valentina while you carried Santiago and held the umbrella over the 5 of you. 
You let the kids run around, getting their energy out while they played amongst themselves. 
The door for the motorhome was locked so you and Pato were in the bedroom, you’re cuddled into his side, your head on his chest. 
“I like having you guys here,” Pato whispers, looking down at you. 
You roll onto your stomach, an arm resting over his torso. “It’s nice to be back, I missed watching you race.” 
“I know how much it turns you on,” he wiggled his eyebrows making you laugh. You can’t help but laugh at his childishness, smacking his side. 
The kids were running around, shouting as they played, you could hear them from in the room. It was afternoons like this that made being parents easy; the 5 of you safe and sound, relaxing with no pressure and no time constraints. 
The lighting strikes and the thunder claps, the loud noises prompt shrieks from all 3 kids, the pitter patter of their feet getting closer by the second before they appear in the doorway. Pato is off the bed the moment he sees them, letting your head drop flat onto the mattress. 
“Ow!” you give him a glare - he gives you an apologetic smile as he lifts the kids onto the bed. 
Mateo and Santiago are curled up between you and Pato, Valentina sitting on her daddy's lap, her head on his chest as he rubs her back softly and the other arm is stretched out where the boys were. 
The rain was really coming down, the lighting and thunder not stopping. You glance over at your boyfriend, the man whispering to the kids in Spanish. 
“Está bien patitos, nada los va a lastimar. Estamos justo aquí, no te preocupes.” (It's okay ducklings, nothing is going to hurt you. We're right here, don't worry.) He says to them, the kids snuggled a little closer between the two of you. You pressed a kiss to Mateo and Santiago’s heads, reaching over them to rub their sister’s side. 
Pato has always been so good with them. 
He’s grown up so much over the last 3 years, you couldn't be prouder of him; to have him in your life, not only as your boyfriend but as the father of your children was something special, there weren't enough words to explain the way you felt about him. 
It was about an hour before the race was called back on, Pato changed into his race suit now while Mateo, Santi and Valentina are in little McLaren jerseys with O’Ward on the back and Pato’s number in the middle; you had on the same one in your size. 
The five of you walk to the garage, the triplets had their headphones over their shoulders as they said bye to their daddy before he got in the car. 
“Besos, mis patitos,” (kisses, my ducklings) Pato bends down, giving all of them a kiss on the cheek before pulling the 3 of them into a big hug. There’s a chorus of love you and te amo being exchanged between the father and his children. 
You sneak a picture, reminding yourself to post it later on.
Pato stands, the triplets between the two of you. “Y un beso para mi amor.” (And a kiss for my love.) He smiles, giving you a quick kiss. “Be safe,” you tell him, your forehead to his, a hand pressed to his cheek.” 
“Always, mi amor.” He smiles, kissing you once more before getting his helmet. 
The four of you watching as Pato pulls you, Felix following behind him. 
The race ended heartbreakingly for Pato. He was in the top five but a crash resulted in a DNF for him. You can’t imagine how he must be feeling at the time. 
Valentina was the first one to spot Pato when he came back, running up to him with tears in her eyes. “Okay daddy?” She asks him when he picks her up. 
“I’m okay, mija.” He kisses her forehead, walking over to you and the boys. 
Mateo and Santi hug their father, he squats down with Valentina in his arms still, hugging them with the other arm. “Te amo, patitos.” (love you, ducklings.) He whispers to them, you give him a moment with the kids, your eyes fixed on the screen as you look for Felix in the between the other cars. 
“Hey,” Pato’s hand rests on your hip, now standing behind you. “Hi love,” you turn to face him, your hand reaching to rest on his jaw. 
Pato was holding himself together but you’ve been with him long enough to know the crash was weighing on him. “C’mere,” you pull him into a hug, holding your boyfriend close to you, rubbing his back softly. 
“Marry me.” Pato mumbles into the crook of your neck. 
You take a step back, your brows furrowed, clearly confused as you look at him. “Excuse me?”  
His hand finds yours. “This isn't how I planned on doing this, I have a ring and everything but I can’t wait. You are the woman of my dreams, the mother of my children and I know we’re young but it’s you; it’s always been you, y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, watch our kids grow up, have more-” 
“Maybe not triplets again,” you tease, making him laugh. 
“Yeah, but seriously amor, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s that simple.” He tells you, his brown eyes meeting yours. “Will you marry me, y/n?” 
You smile, glancing at the kids that were playing with two of the mechanics. “Yeah,” you nod, hugging him. 
“Yes, I'll marry you.” You whisper to him, Pato holds you a little closer. 
He’s standing beside you now, an arm wrapped around your waist. “I really do have a ring, it’s at home.” He tells you, making you laugh. “I’m sure you do, honey.” 
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motorsportsfavorite · 2 months ago
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Ducks
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Pato and Reader feed some ducks at a duck pond on a break
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Pato had brought bread.
He and y/n sat cross-legged on the side of a little duck pond somewhere near the Milwaukee Mile. No one around save for a mom group walking around the park.
“You aren’t supposed to give them bread,” y/n said, grabbing the bread from him.
Before they had gone out, while Pato was still in qualifying, y/n had picked up some bird seed.
She opened the bag, Pato leaned towards her waiting for his share. Ducks wandered towards them, just a family. Two adults and some babies.
She tossed a handful in their direction as Pato fumbled for a handful of the bird seed.
“How much time do you have?”
“About an hour”
Y/n nodded.
She had gotten over feeding the ducks herself, just laid her head on his shoulder as he entertained himself with the ducks.
“Y’know, I follow this guy on Instagram,” y/n picks her head up to look at him , “he has a duck and he takes her to different drive through for ice. It’s so cute.”
He paused for a second to look at her, “I think I know who you’re talking about,” he said, laughing.
She laid her head back on his shoulder, “if I was a duck would you do that for me?”
Pato nodded, not a second thought, “of course, I’d get the frozen fruits to put in your water, too.”
The two laughed. They settled into a comfortable silence that ate through the hour they had of downtime, before Pato would be needed with his team again.
The drive back was quiet enough, idle chatter about ducks. Should they get one. How would they take care of one.
“I don’t think I’m ready to parent a duck on my own though,” y/n said, “you’re on the road so much.”
“And your cat would terrorize him.”
Y/n nodded, “He’s so mean, he got out the other day and by the time I got him back in he killed a snake,” she said, waving her hands around.
They pulled into a parking space, exchanged “love yous” before heading their separate ways in a hurry.
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f1loveisland · 2 years ago
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sooo I would love to see a pato o'ward x F1driver!reader.
maybe them seeing eachother after some time?
or you can decide
sorry this is the first time that i request an one shoot.
thank you :-)
THATTSSS CUTEEE ok but what about he meets a F1 drivers sister? I think that would be a good read tbh
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norris55s · 5 months ago
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just friends - pato o'ward
sister’s best friend!reader x pato o’ward social media au
a/n: it’s a sister’s best friend to best friends to lovers brain rot. i also needed something to soothe my heart after that last lap on the indy500. i also love pato with all my heart. fc is olivia rodrigo!
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y/ninstagram: the bff + the princess and the prince at their wedding + the bitch ass brother
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elbaoward: love you soooo much 🤍🤍🤍
y/ninstagram: i love u more 4eva, don’t care if ur married ur my wifey above all🤍
elbaoward: wifeys 4eva
patriciooward: I’m the cool brother
y/ninstagram: uncool*
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patriciooward: Woke up with a new brother today. Congratulations to the love birds. 🤍 Also pictured y/ninstagram waking up with a hangover. ☕️
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y/ninstagram: delete
patriciooward: But you look like a ray of sunshine
elbaoward: thank you always baby brother🤍 you look like you had a goood time lol
user46: ayo who is y/n i’m new here
user67: okay I love y/n lore, she is an influencer/model type of deal and she is pato’s sister’s bestie since forever ago and she and pato get along really well, they’re seen together a lot when elba attends races with her. it’s an ongoing joke in the fandom that pato has the biggest crush on her, which has never been denied nor confirmed lol but they’ve never posted each other on their feeds before so the rumors are rumoring
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patriciooward: Pre-Season recharging with some sea salt. Also pictured y/ninstagram on the phone with God. ���🍌
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y/ninstagram: posting bad pictures of me is becoming a thing i see
patriciooward: Technically, you started it
user74: now what is going on why are they vacationing together
user82: y/n said on her tiktok live that they’re with a bunch of other friends so there’s that
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patriciooward: Good season start 😊 Also pictured y/ninstagram side eying me when I asked if I could try her ramen 🍜
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y/ninstagram: you don’t just ask a girl to have her ramen, even if you got a podium
user13: anyone else noticing how they’re becoming super close after elba’s wedding
user82: I think everyone is noticing alright… elba isn’t even there
user26: they’re so dating
user98: i thought the same thing but literally every interview today was dedicated to pato saying they’re just friends
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y/ninstagram: it’s rawe ceek + pato’s lil hat
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elbaoward: why are you replacing me with another o’ward?
patriciooward: Sorry, she’s my best friend now. You have a whole ass husband
y/ninstagram: u could never be replaced bby girl 😽😽😽
patriciooward: Wow
user82: are we seeing this fam
user23: maybe the best friend gate is all part of pato’s plan to get the girl
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patriciooward: Did the best we could on that race considering the circumstances 🤪 Also pictured y/ninstagram’s sushi eyes 🍱
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y/ninstagram: maybe u didnt win on track but you won best sushi recommendation
user83: they’re so sus but they also don’t even touch when they’re in public… perhaps they are just best friends
user53: who needs touching when pato looks at her like she put the stars up in the sky
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patriciooward: F1 testing done right 🥹 Also pictured y/ninstagram’s face when I got in the car 🧡
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user24: are we still pretending we believe the best friends bullshit
y/ninstagram: this is so crazy to me because i’m honestly here for a shot with lando norris
landonorris: message received 🫡
patriciooward: Mate 😂
user27: that’s the most threatening laugh emoji i have ever seen
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y/ninstagram: it’s indy 500 time + elba being pretty + pato eating something he definitely shouldn’t be eating
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elbaoward: the support system is in need of support
y/ninstagram: we are doing great! (we are crying)
user45: how are we feeling watching the race personally I want to throw up
y/ninstagram: im fine! (i have blacked out multiple times)
user36: oh man… im so glad she’s there after that final lap heartbreak
user26: please give pato our love ❤️ he gave it all
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patriciooward: I woke up with a big smile on my face today, feeling very loved by all of you. Wouldn’t change a thing about my journey so far, I know it will be so special the day my name is written among the stars and I get to experience the magic everyone talks about. Excited for the rest of the season, wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else arrowmclaren 🧡 #indy500
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y/ninstagram: you inspire me every single day. your time will come and it’ll be epic. 🧡
elbaoward: you are a force of nature and the sun ☀️
user83: im sorry i really want to comment about the race and compliment pato but are we just going to ignore the last picture of him and y/n holding hands
user53: are we going to ignore their hug on national tv i really felt like i was interrupting
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y/ninstagram: lover boy + lover boy + lover boy. you’re amazing. 🧡
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patriciooward: 🧡
elbaoward: been a long time coming 🥰
landonorris: 😔
landonorris: jk ive been in on pato’s crush all along
y/ninstagram: 💀
user94: WAR IS OVER
user52: not the hard launch
user85: at least tell us how it happened after friend zoning each other for months
y/nusername: comfort after a heartbreak go crazy
patriciooward: You’re a natural romantic
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