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Age is just a number, especially when you’re a 42 year old Spaniard😍🔥
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moonsbypadfoot · 3 days
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tortured poets departments (lando's version)
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nad0re · 3 months
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mrsnorrizz · 5 months
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I love this video so much
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gottaluvharry · 8 months
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carlos sainz jr x pregnant!reader
summary: your son has a few questions about why his little sister is in your belly, and carlos is happy to explain
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Lazy mornings with your little family were your favorite. You smiled to yourself as you woke to the hushed whispers of your husband and your son. As you turn to face the other side of the bed, you’re met with 2 pairs of brown puppy dog eyes and 2 identical smiles.
“Buenos dias, mama!” good morning mom your son screeched, proud of himself for using Spanish. “Buenos dias baby” you say through a smile. He latches on to your neck and you feel Carlos’ hand rubbing patterns on your stomach. “Morning hermosa” beautiful he says going in for a kiss. “How is little girl?” he asks. “Sleeping I think. She must be tired after all the kicking she did last night” you groan, recalling the many hours you were woken due to the relentless kicking in your stomach. “lo lamento, se amable con mami” i’m sorry, be nice to mommy he says leaning to talk to his unborn daughter. You just laugh and shake your head at the pout he has on his face, guiding him up by his chin to give him another kiss.
“Papa,” your little boy starts, breaking you and Carlos apart. “How did baby get in mommy’s belly?” he asks as he puts his hand over Carlos’ on your stomach. “Well hijo” son Carlos starts. “Me and mommy love each other, and we made your sister together because we love each other” he says, hoping it’s enough to settle your sons curiosity. “Like when you and mommy make pancakes together?” he asks, now moving to sit in his fathers lap. “No, not like when we make pancakes” he laughs. “He is just made out of love, baby. When 2 people love each other so much and want a little baby like you, they will make one. That’s all I can tell you” he says, avoiding a heavier subject. “But mommy, did it hurt when baby went in your tummy?” he now turns to you with fear in his eyes over the thought of you hurting. “No buddy it didn’t hurt” you assure him, ruffling his hair; but you don’t miss the smirk Carlos sends your way remembering the night in question. “So why does baby stay in mommy’s belly for so long?” he asks, now turning to look at Carlos for the answer. “That’s just where they grow buddy. Babies need lots of space to grow and the only place there is enough room is in a mommy’s tummy” he responds. “Oh” he hums, taking in all the information he’s learning. “But how does baby come out?” he goes on, his eyes lighting up when he gets another question. “When he is ready to come out me and Mommy will go to the hospital and the doctors will help her come out” Carlos answers. “But does it hurt?” your son asks, once again scared of you being hurt. “Only a little bit” you say, “but it is worth it because then we get to hold your little sister”.
As your son continues asking questions and Carlos continues tracing patterns across your stomach, you can’t help but smile at the little life you’ve created. Who knew one bed could hold so much love on a random morning.
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hope you guys enjoyed this short little blurb:) sorry it’s been so long since i’ve posted, there was a lot going on and then i started school but in honor of Carlos’ birthday AND pole today i figured i’d post something!! might clear my drafts out and post some more in the next week or so<3
also my inbox is open, so request anything if you have any ideas! or if you just want to talk to someone, feel free!
okay last thing, thank you all for the support, it’s so special to me to have people with the same interests reading and liking my work, i want to give you all hugs<333
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leclercvsx · 5 months
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Second chances {1} | LN⁴
SMAU
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yourusername: in my reputation era, but more specifically my ‘Call it what you want’ era🐍🖤
TAGGED: landonorris
user1: THE SECOND PICTURE OF HER AND LANDO
user2: okay but fav song on rep???
↳ yourusername: komh & i did something bad😻
landonorris: no photo creds?
↳ yourusername: no head tonight?
↳ landonorris: i was joking, please☝️
danielricciardo: hi y/n😛
↳ yourusername: hi daniel😊
user3: bitch reputation era, shush.
↳ user1: girl i know you did NOT just say that
↳ user2: user3 you’re literally on HER page, fangirl or what.
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landonorris: ❤️
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yourusername: can we pls get a cat🥺
↳ landonorris: baby i’ve told you, we’re away most of the time. it isn’t fair on the cat
↳ yourusername: i’ll stay home with it
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↳ landonorris: alright, i’ll think about it
oscarpiastri: i had to third wheel in the back
↳ landonorris: you wanted to come
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danielricciardo: if i get y/n a cat, can i have her?
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↳ yourusername: yes
↳ landonorris: yourusername the betrayal
↳ yourusername: sorry babe🫶
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yourusername: it’s all too much for little lando norris
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danielricciardo: screenshotting that 2nd picture, thanks y/n😹
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↳ yourusername: landonorris aw, poor baby, need another nap? i’m joking i love you really and i’m sorry, you just looked too cute🥲
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charles_leclerc: you’re making me feel very single rn
↳ yourusername: WHAT?! THE CHARLES LECLERC IS SINGLE?!?!
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↳ yourusername: landonorris threesome?👀 im joking pls don’t hate me🙏🏼
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user3: why do u always post him🙄
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note: used the maximum amount of pictures </3 think i’m gonna continue this in a part 2 post (also thinking about making this a series with some drama and storyline👀👀)
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lovemly4 · 2 months
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Hey hope you have an amazing day! I realised that there's not much logan sargeant request here on tumblr and was wondering if I could request one? Just a very clingy reader and how she always reacts when he comes back to their home ❤️ fluff pls!
Hi darling!! I had an amazing day, what about you? You’re so right, Logan deserves more attention! I specifically wrote about him coming back home after a long time, and how much reader is excited to see him. Hope that’ll do!!
Back to You - Logan Sargeant
Word count: 970 ; Genre: fluff ; Pairing: Boyfriend!Logan x reader ; Warnings: none
It had been three weeks since the last time you saw Logan. Your job didn’t really let you had time to accompany him to the races, nor see him very often, and that caused your mood to drop inevitably.
Furthermore, your love language had always been quality time and physical touch, so being apart only fed your desperation to spend time together. You two video called each other every night, sharing news and tidbits, but no.
It wasn’t enough. You were feeling empty anyway.
‘Just two more days’ you thought to yourself, trying to soothe the painful sadness of his absence engaging in house chores or working compulsively ‘til late hours.
Little did you know, he was in the exactly same state as you. Being this far from you pained him, destroyed by the want to fill every single fiber of his body with your laugh and your melodious voice again.
‘Just two more days‘ he thought, trying to distract himself spending time with his team or walking in the city he was in. And everywhere he went he promised himself to return there with you, and show you all the places that took his breath way.
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Two days passed, and you got to the airport three hours earlier.
You didn’t even realize it until you got there, and laughed at the sight of your screen displaying the early morning time.
You waited patiently, minutes feeling like hours, hours feeling like days, looking at people dragging their suitcases and the tired face of a mother holding her crying child.
Until you got the text that he finally landed.
You placed yourself in front of the exit, your eyes frantically sorting out each face, but none of them had his ice blue eyes that you loved so much.
You felt a pair of strong arms hugging you from behind and turning you around, his tall figure towering over yours for the first time in what felt like forever.
Your excited squeaks were muffled against his shoulder as his wide hands held your waist, allowing him to hide his face in the crook of your neck, your scent finally overwhelming him again.
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When he crossed the doorway of your shared home he exhaled in relief.
Despite loving every single part of his job, coming back to you was his favorite part.
He left his luggage next to the door, completely ignoring it as he plopped down onto the soft fabric of your couch, your body following him shortly after.
You crawled onto his lap dying to sense his warmth under your skin, hands softly brushing over his short hair as he told you the most interesting parts of his trip and how the race went.
“I watched it, you know?” you told him softly and his eyes lit up, his reaction as something so obvious confusing you “if I can’t be with you, i should at least support you from home” you said with a pouty face.
He laughed out loud, your hands feeling his toned chest trembling with it as he took your hands in his, bringing them to his lips to place a devoted kiss to the back of your palms.
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The sun set behind the horizon leaving the living room in a dark golden color, the long gone shadows replaced by the dim glow of the TV screen.
Logan passed out in the middle of the film the two of you were watching, right now being nothing more than a distant murmur.
His head was lying on your lap, soft exhales coming out of his mouth as your hand traced imaginary patterns along his exposed skin.
Looking down at him with a loving expression, you placed your other hand in his free one, lightly squeezing not to wake him up but just enough to make sure that he was actually real, and there with you.
But he was not completely asleep, and he felt his heart fluttered with adoration; despite his exhaustion, he refused to waste his time sleeping. He rathers being half-asleep, listening to your sounds in the peace of the night: your rhythmic heartbeat under your shirt, your breathy laugh as a funny scene plays on the screen, the sound that your feet make as you habitually tap them on the carpet.
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The morning after, you woke up to the sound of pans slamming to the ground.
Logan was trying to make pancakes on his own, not succeeding much since there was flour on his nose, egg on the counter and sugar on the floor.
You hugged him good morning, examining his skills from behind.
“Here love, let me help you- you gently took the wooden spoon out of his hands, trying to mix what looked like a light yellow blob- scoop it with this motion” he copied your movements, joyfully smiling when the batter started to look edible.
He smacked a loud kiss to your cheek, transferring some of the flour to your skin.
“You know how to cook them, right?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow, “I know how to cook them… Of course” he huffed, heating the pan.
You placed the dishes on the kitchen island, as Logan transferred the food onto the ceramic plates.
You both tasted the first bite, not sure of what expression to assume not to show the actual impression.
“This is…” you start, Logan interrupting you
“Disgusting, it tastes like a sponge. It feels like a sponge. Please, don’t let me go near the stove ever again. Got it?” he asked, a disgusted expression on his face accentuating the little wrinkles under his eyes.
You bursted out laughing, his arms engaging you in a warm bear hug.
He looked down at you through his light eyelashes, his nose grazing over yours.
“Feels so good to be back to you”
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aphrostiel · 5 months
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Neon Wings
before this weekend ends, I wanted to draw Lance's helmet again because I'm forever obsessed with it <3
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formulaicons · 13 days
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oscar piastri icons
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follow @f1withsato on instagram
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krooschl · 3 months
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DOODLES!! (there's math cause i study like this)
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I would personally leave my husband if this man knocked at my door 🥵
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cuoredimarzapane · 11 months
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I'm sorry but what they ate in Monaco? LOOK AT THEM
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nad0re · 2 months
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mrsnorrizz · 5 months
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hamilgodd · 7 months
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THIS, this is what F1 is supposed to be. The race was amazing, the battle for P1… the way the gaps were not so big and even then, they were ‘easy’ to close. The excitement… my god, what a race to be honest.
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