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pvrkacciosan · 8 months

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Prize Podium

Synopsis: You decide to announce your pregnancy to him in a moment of fame.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz X Fem!reader

Warnings; idk

Word count: 1K

You knew he could win this weekend. Something deep in your bones was telling you Carlos was going to get a podium.

Which only made your planning all the more exciting, you had known for about three weeks that you had tested positive with a pregnancy test, and had it confirmed last week by a doctor's appointment. Now there was one thing left to do, Tell Carlos.

Your plan was simple, make a sign to hold up for when he was on the podium, It wasn't as extravagant as some of the other pregnancy announcements you'd seen online, but you knew Carlos and mixing the two things he was most passionate about, you could think of nothing better and no other way to tell him he was going to become a father to a new Sainz Jnr.

Most of his team were in on the surprise, the mechanics moved with an air of excitement, which Carlos has mentioned to you before he climbed into the car.

It has taken everything in your composure to not smile when he asked if you knew why they were all super happy, something to do with, he hadn't won yet.

On the current grid, this would be the most recent child born of any driver after Max and his wife had their daughter Zoe.

You had met the girl a few times and saw how Carlos looked at the little family. With such longing it has made your heart seize.

But now all you were feeling was nerves, worry bit in that maybe you had read his signals wrong, maybe he didn't want to have a kid with you.

Your hand pulls the sign up over your legs, sat in a chair in the garage, you could heat the head mechanic speaking to Carlos though the headsets, despite the outside noise of the others teams.

"Carlos we need this podium, you think you can get faster on the corners"

You didn't hear your fiance's response, but the team members with headsets all shot you sidelong excited glances.

It's simple to say they are equally as excited about the prospect of miniature Sainz running around, despite the distraction having a baby in here would pose.

You continued to watch the monitors, Carlos was two points of a second behind Lando, you knew they would always be happy for each other, the previous team-mates like brothers.

Lando was also privy to the surprise, you could spot the exact moment Lando slipped slightly too wide, allowing Carlos just enough room to slipstream his way past on an inside line.

That put him up into second place of the podium,

It didn't appear like any other drivers was getting anywhere close as Lando defends against them, stopping them from potentially knocking Carlos from the podium. Whether he has done it intentionally or not, you had to thank the British driver later.

That's simply left Max in pole position. He was almost half a minute in front of second position, you could see how he was driving, Carlos was fighting to keep up.

With every turn and straight he raced on faster, chasing Max down.

Something must had caused a delay, as when Max flew out from the pits during a tyre chance, he was only just in front of Carlos now.

You felt the air shift in the garage as they began fighting for the pole position.

You heart was hammering in your chest with excitement as they zipped onto the finally lap, it was still so uncertain who was going to be the first to cross the finish line.

They were at the last corner when Max came precariously close to pushing Carlos off the track, but your fiance didn't back down, pushing it he seemed to floor the throttle,

Rattling the car on until both flew over the finish line.

There was a bustle around the garage from the team, you could pick up on how they believed the FIA might review the footage,

You gathered what you had with you, moving with the team, there was two of them that stayed practically glued to your side, making sure you weren't too squashed between the excited mass of people. Body blocking them from bumping into you too much.

The smile smacked straight across you face when you looked up to the podium, Carlos standing right in the pole position. Max in second and Lando in third

Max has been given a five second penalty for pushing Carlos off the track. Giving his just an edge to snatch up the first position.

Pride beamed in your chest as Carlos scanned the crowd for you, it was nice to hear something other then the Dutch national anthem, you held the sign below the height of the crowd, you needed to wait for the right moment.

Once the trophy has been presented to each driver, you wiggled your way through the sea of red suits, the Ferrari team allowed you passage and even got you through the gate, you didn't want to know who they talked to to make that happen.

But as the champagne was sprayed you got ready, unfolding the sign, you held it up above your head, Lando was the first to spot you, slapping an alcohol soaked hand onto Carlos' shoulder, your fiance turned over his shoulder.

His face dropped and you saw the screens above pan into his face, and before you knew it the cameras had followed his line of sight.

You appeared on the screen next, the sign,

Baby Sainz coming May 2024.

Carlos' expression crumpled and he broke down, Lando hugging into his friends side, he raised the bottle to you, drinking some of what was left.

The crowds of fans and other teams yelled in excitement, you watched as Max clapped Carlos shoulder in congratulations.

Over by the Red Bull team you could see Zoe, and her mum hugged next to the barrier, watching Max with a fond expression.

You almost wept at the sight, that could be you next year, and as Carlos rushed down from the podiums to pull you into his embrace,

You couldn't help but be anything but wholly excited.

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chrisevansonly · 7 months

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theres so much carlos girl dad cotent can i get dad!carlos x reader with a boy whos such a mamas boy and they fight for her attention ? tyty 💜💜 take care!

its blurb night again lets go!!!

you couldn’t help but bite back a smile at your husband and son as they sported matching pouts on their face, eyes looking right back at you. luca was a momma’s boy through and through, and your husband was just as clingy as the 4 year old toddler. so once every few hours they’d both fight for your attention because neither were very good at sharing

“luca why can’t daddy give me a hug and then you can?”

his pout deepened

“because he got the last one!”

“tu tienes a mama para ti sola todo el tiempo, ahora es mi turno”

luca turned to stare at his father, his brows furrowing in anger as he crossed his little arms

“ya tienes suficiente mamá, ¡es mi turno papá!”

“luca esta bien mi amor…”

your voice was soft, sensing the toddlers impending meltdown if carlos kept poking at him, so when he looked at you his eyes a little teary you were quick to take him into your arms, pressing a kiss to his little cheeks

“daddy is just joking around lu, it’s alright honey…you can have all the cuddles you want”

luca held onto you tightly as he hid his face in your neck, carlos sporting the matching frown as he stared at you

“so all i have to do is cry and then i get cuddles too?”

“carlos…” you chastised lightly

“what! i don’t like sharing”

“yes but you share better than our little one..he’s a baby still, you get lots of cuddles from me already”

you wanted to laugh at the look on his face, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, crossing his arms as he scoffed jokingly

“luca, ¿puede papá abrazarnos también?”

you asked the four year old quietly, waiting as he nodded his head, eyes on his father as carlos came and sat next to you both, the three of you getting comfortable on the couch.

“papa?”

carlos looked over at luca, his hand reaching out to fix his hair gently

“¿si bebé?”

“este es el único abrazo que tendrás con mamá el resto de la noche”

you couldn’t help but burst out laughing as you squeezed luca’s shoulder, your husband joining in and laughing as well. if there was one thing you both knew is that carlos was clingy with you, but luca was possessive.

you wouldn’t change it any other way, you felt so much love from your two boys and for that you were grateful…even if they fought for your attention 24/7.

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queeniekiy · 5 months

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Diamond Earrings

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x black!oc (Liana)

Warnings: No

A/N : please excuse the poor writing finished finals this week and my brain is literally mush.

A/N 2: does not has to be read as Liana can be read as yourself using names usually helps me write better

having a 4 year old girl with Carlos and her having wrapped around her finger.

Warnings: none just fluff

Waking up to the smell of pancakes and coffee Liana walked into the kitchen to see her 4 year old daughter Luna sitting on the counter in a mini apron laughing at Carlos as he gave her another blueberry she decided that she was, helping your fiance with the breakfast. Neither of them noticed the woman walking Luna noticing her first letting out a big screech scaring both adults.

With the biggest smile " hi mommy " and a " morning amor " which made the parents heart melt walking up, and giving both a kiss on the cheek that's when she noticed a little sparkle in her daughters pierced ears. " Lulu look at me baby " gently grabbing her daughters face and turning them slightly. " Look mommy daddy gave me diamonds". shaking her head showing her mom the earring her dad bought when they went out shopping the day before. Her small bonnet almost sliding off from the movement

Nodding turning her head to look at her fiance who kept his eye on the food in the skillet occasionally side eyeing the woman. Lifting Luna off the counter she set her down. " Luna Can you go play for a little bit" before she ran off Carlos butted in " she can't she's my helper." looking at her dad confused " daddy you was just giving me chocolate chip and blueberries." letting out a sigh and turning off the stove after putting the last stack of pancakes. " Luna love can you go play," looking like a scared puppy.

running off Liana turned to look at her fiance who was quick to wrap his arms around her waist, " Diamonds earrings Carlos" " I couldn't say no look at her doe eyes how could anyone say no", he said giving a big smile " you should have seen her face when she seen them you would have done the same amor." Letting out a sigh you knew it was true even at three years old she had her grandparents from both side and her parents wrapped around her finger.

Knowing she couldn't say anything after that, she placed her head on his chest after a couple of seconds letting go " next time please facetime me so I can at least see what you're buying her. doing a little dance knowing that in a way he won this day on spoiling his daughter. " Luna she loves the earrings" he called out hearing small footsteps running towards him " yay daddy" she goes quiet for a few seconds " can we eat now " both adults smiling finally eating the giant stack of pancakes.

#black!reader #f1 x black!reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr x wife!reader #carlos sainz x black!reader #dad!carlos sainz #f1 x female reader

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eccentricwritingbaby · 1 month

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baby finn series, house divided

dad!lando norris x mom!wife!reader

series list - bedtime stories - sneaking onto stream - babysitting and date nights - the necessary reactions

summary - yours and lando’s little boy has decided to become a fan of a different team, leading lando into a little spiral

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finn norris, yours and landos bubbly pride and joy, was turning three this sunday - subjecting his birthday to a race day. finn had obviously grown up along the track with his dad and all his colleagues and friends which led him to adore and fall in love with the sport that is formula one - scaring the living daylights out of you in his passionate displays of love for the dangerous activity at such a young age. not only was finn bouncing off the walls when lando informed him of where his birthday would be held, he was jumping, shaking and yelling with excitement as the race track was his favorite place on earth.

“finn, baby, calm down,” you chuckled while giving lando a glance. you both were sat on the couch with your son in front of you in order to tell him the wonderful news. now your adorable little almost three year old was racing around screaming with joy.

lando let out a laugh as well and reached for his son, “if you’re excited about spending your birthday on the track you’ll also be very excited about my other surprise for you,” finn looked up at his father with those same crystal blue eyes and whispered as if it was to himself, “anotha’ supwise?” lando and you share another small laugh at his wonder as he proceeds to get your son his gift. you take this moment to sweep up your still giggly son into your lap and give him a few quick kisses to the top of his head. those delicious baby laughs were all you heard as you felt his face snuggle further into your arms. lando returns as swiftly as he left, yet this time he appears with a large box in his arms. your boy wiggles in your hold until you release him to crawl towards his father. once settled on your husband's lap, lando begins to aid him in opening the bright papaya colored box, leading to your understanding of the exact contents in seconds. lando was always getting sent items from fans that were miniature, or receiving pint-sized merch from mclaren all for his mini me which both of you just doted over. once the wrapping paper and tissue paper were thrown enough around your living room, finn finally poked his head into the box and came out with a frown.

“you don’t like it, bud?” lando softly questions while his eyebrows begin to furrow. “‘s not wed, dada,” your son responds as he eyes his father, confusion listed on all of your faces.

“baby, why would you want your outfit to be red for your birthday? don’t you want to cheer on daddy?” you attempt to understand the little boy by posing the questions but he simply just whips his head around to you even more confused.

“i cheer dada in wed!” his eyes begin to gloss over and you can already feel a temper tantrum about to stir, yet one look over to lando and you understand that both your boys may need a minute to cool down.

“okay finn, why don’t you pick out what you want to bring on the trip? i’ll be right in to help baby,” you reply cautiously as you lift him out of lando’s arms, around the forgotten papaya box, and in the direction of his room.

“otay, momma!” finn shouts as his little legs attempt to quickly take him into his room down the hall. once the tiny steps disappear, you turn to look at your other baby.lando sits on the couch with a blank stare as his hands ring together in front of him.

“he wants to support ferrari, love. not his own father,” lando’s head falls as he speaks and you land on the couch cushion next to him, beginning to run your hand up and down his back. even though finn was born while you both were young and unsure of how to raise a child together, since you were children yourselves, lando was consistently one of the best fathers you had seen. he let the third driver take his seat for a month and a half in order to be a dedicated father and bond accordingly with your son. he doted over you and your needs no matter what the cost or occasion. and overall he cherished approval, whether it be in the bedroom, the track, or parenthood. lando is confident, yes, but he will always want the confirmation that he is doing his best, and that his best is enough - which it is always more than. therefore, you could tell that his son not wanting to support his team, and by partisan him, has led him to conclude that he is not a good racer, role model, or father - and you needed to stop those lies from invading his head.

“lando, he’s two - almost three, he probably just likes the color and wants to wear it,” you reply to his heart heavy confession.

“no he wants to support his uncle carlos, who has been winning and been on all the podiums - oh except for when he was in the hospital having a surgery,” the ending of his small reply held a bitter tone which you knew was not jealousy. lando and carlos are especially close, he is beyond happy and proud of his friend who he knows deserves his winnings, but you could understand the envy appearing when his son is preferring him over his dad.

“lando, it doesn’t matter what team he wants to support, that is your son. and he worships the ground you walk on. trust me. i am with him all the time,” you continue with a chuckle and a funnier tone as you begin to recite the words your son always speaks to you, “it’s always, ‘when’s dada coming home?’ ‘i want dada to tuck me into bed’ ‘can i drive like dada when im older’ and so on. lando, he loves you - you know that. don’t make this into a bigger deal than it needs to be. he is three, his intentions are pure,” as you end your speech, lando begins to raise his head looking into your eyes.

“i know, love. it just sucks i guess,” he lets out a quick sigh along with a shrug and meets your eyes again, “you’re still wearing papaya, right?” slight anxiety in his higher pitched question and you begin to laugh, “yes, love, i will always be in your color,” you reply as he hums and leans into your embrace, reaching down to plant a sweet kiss to your lips. just as you pull apart you can hear the quick little pitter patter of feet running down the hallway your little boy emits, trailing behind him is his bluey mini suitcase overflowing with toys and games.

“i all pack!” he squeals in excitement as he races over to you and your husband. lando drops down onto your floor, finn running right into his embrace, followed by a fit of giggles.

“let’s see what you packed, buddy,” your husband replies as he ruffles around finns baby curls. finn then claps a bit until he’s situated on the floor in front of the suitcase. he begins pulling out his items and reciting them to both of you and you respond in a chorus of “ooh’s” and “aah’s”.

race day -

as lando struts down the makeshift runway that is the entrance to the paddock, you follow behind a little further as to not draw too much attention to your little son. even though finn had grown up around the paddock, both lando and you are still not fully comfortable with the cameras and attention specifically around your son. therefore, any precaution - even the slightest - to not have him overly immersed in the media you both will take. lando is simply sporting his mclaren team gear, you in a light and well-fit sundress that lando emphasized in the morning you look ‘absolutely ravishing, my darling” and your birthday boy, well, he has arrived in a bright red ‘sainz55’ ferrari shirt as well as a bright and wide smile - something your husband couldn’t even be mad at if he tried, as your son’s smile that bright on his birthday was worth any sort of bruise to the ego. once well inside the paddock, finn begins to wiggle and squirm in your arms wanting to be let down which could only mean one thing.

“UNCLE LOS! UNCLE LOS! UNCLE LOS!” he begins to cry as you put him on the ground and he takes off towards him.

“FINN! SLOW DOWN!” your husband cries after him as he picks up a jogging pace after his overenthused son. carlos’ head whips around at the voice of his favorite little man as he begins to crouch down and brace for impact with his arms held wide. the little ball of red soon collides with his newfound favorite driver and the two begin to laugh as they hold each other. once you and lando catch up to the pair you can hear the adorable conversation at play.

“i wear wed fo’ you, uncle los!” finn sings happily while prancing around in front of carlos. the spanish driver, still crouched at your son's level, chuckles in admiration as he stares at the boy in front of him, “i think red is your color, pequeño,”

“it is! it is!” finn replies once again jumping around in full excitement.

“i also think it is somebody’s birthday,” carlos says holding a sly grin while staring at the little lando in front of him.

“ME! it’s mine!” your boy continues to jump.

“i think special birthday boys get to sit in their favorite uncles car?” carlos feigns innocence in the question as he looks at lando who holds a grin on his face. finn looks at his father for permission with a slight doe-eyed expression and lando gives him a simple nod before finn and carlos quickly disappear to the ferrari garage.

“i am very proud of you, love. you’ve got a good brave face,” you say quietly to your husband as he reaches down to pull you into a kiss.

“you know why i’m smiling, baby?” lando doesn’t wait for you to answer the rhetorical, “because we just gained a free babysitter for about an hour,” he kisses you again, this time with more urgency as he continues, dropping an octave, “and i’ve got an empty drivers room just waiting for us,” one more kiss and he’s already pulling you into the direction of the mclaren garage with you jogging quickly behind him in a fit of giggles.

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starkwlkr · 3 months

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dad fics✨

— here’s my masterlist of dad!drivers fics <3 thank you for reading🫶🏼

charles leclerc

baby leclerc series teen edition

carlos sainz jr.

you’re no good for me

mick schumacher

senna!reader series

lewis hamilton

the perfect dad

the hamilton girls

you’ll be fine

max verstappen

daddy max

family

little boss

you are NOT the world champion

oh, the places you’ll go

bigger than the whole sky

teacups and princesses

american royalty

lando norris

royal baby

mark webber

playing pretend

work parents

oopsie daisy

sebastian vettel

ok boomer

miss honey

jenson button

i didn’t do it

everyone’s a fan

that’s parenthood

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #dad!fics #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #jenson button x reader #mark webber x reader #lando norris x reader #mick schumacher x reader #carlos sainz jr x reader

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whewchilly · 2 months

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carlossainz55 SAINZ 2️⃣ - 0️⃣ APPENDICITIS

#us: worried as hell #carlos: dad can we recreate ur post op pic from the 60s. i think I’ll get some laughs #cs ig #jeddah 2024 #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz

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peoplesprincessgeorge · 3 months

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f1 + txt posts = true 5.0

#cant stop wont stop #this is really a haters version #my txt posts #fernando alonso #lewis hamilton #brocedes #lando norris #carlos sainz #esteban ocon #lance stroll #f1 #f1 memes #f1 + text posts #incorrect f1 quotes #the grid as #formula 1 #the dad one really could be any of them to be fair

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notyourmusebby · 5 months

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Helmut Marko: “the atmosphere was quite toxic”

The atmosphere:

#they are my children they are my babies #they bonded over making fun of that old man behind his back #long live versainz the rookies that survived whatever their dads kept yapping about #so dear to me #versainz 🩸#max verstappen #carlos sainz jr #toro rosso #2015 toro rosso rookies #versainz

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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months

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On my knees beggin' for another Carlos x Wife!Reader and their son Lorenzo plssss. Lorenzo could be like 5/6 y/o and his father is already teaching how he has to treat his momma and obviously every woman in his life...again, on my knees begging 🙏😔

A/N: This was a popular piece, so I don't mind writing this for you

"Thank you, baby," Bending down you kiss your little boy on the top of his nose. Lorenzo was being extra good today, which was odd. He's 5 years old and acted like one, except for today.

Carlos was home, working in his office and each time you praised Lorenzo he rushes off giggling. Fixing lunch, you made each one for what the other was craving. "Mama, do you need more help?" Lorenzo's little face beeps from the island counter.

"No, baby." "Okay." He beams, and you hear his feet pitter patter on the floor down to Carlos's office. Shaking your head, you don't know what Carlos was bribing him with, probably a play date with Lando or Charles.

"Papa! Mama said she doesn't need help." Lorenzo whines, running to his father's side. Carlos turns in his SIM chair smiling; he reaches out cupping his cheek as he rubs it. "That's okay, mouse. Now, you always have to be polite to Mama or any woman. It makes them smile and you have to be a gentleman. Understand?" Lorenzo smiles, as he climbs into his Papa's lap.

"Boys! Lunch." Carlos smiles, standing up with Lorenzo in his arms. "Thank you, amor." Carlos kisses your cheek as he sits Lorenzo in his chair. "Lorenzo, what do we say?" Carlos raises an eyebrow, as his son holds his fork about to shove a mouth full of macaroni. "Thank you, Mama." Smiling you pinch his cheek which makes him giggle.

"You're welcome, Lo. Now, let's eat." Carlos moves, pulling out your chair and you notice Lorenzo watches the way his father treats you. "Looks delicious." Carlos praises, kissing your cheek and sits down. "Well thank you, I had a very good helper." Lorenzo smiles, as he starts to eat his lunch.

"So, what to let me in on why he's being so good all of a sudden?" You whisper, Lorenzo eating his meal properly instead of playing with it. "Nope, it's a man to man thing." Carlos smirks, biting into his grilled chicken salad. "That's right Mama, man to man." Lorenzo smiles, looking proud of himself.

"Alright, alright leave me out." Carlos grabs your hand, kissing the back of it as lunch is filled with laughter and smiles.

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lavidavacomoverstappen · 10 days

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hey! can you please write a lando × bustamante reader....where the reader is the younger sister of Bianca Bustamante and has a huge crush on lando but Lando finds her irritating for some reasons and one day he shouts at her after a bad race when she tries to console him in front of the McLaren crew.. after that lando felt really bad and he had grovel a lot for forgiveness (btw the reader is only one year younger than bianca)....if you do write this thank you very much 🧡🧡

🎀1,317 words 8561 Characters around 5 pages enjoy 🎀

ooo I’m not the biggest fan of bianca but I do love this trope :)

You knew that life was never meant to be fair to everyone yet you had no idea why life constantly tried to screw with you.

Ever since you were a child, you’d always been compared with your older sister, Bianca. She was always seen as the brave, bold, and beautiful one who dared to achieve her dreams and had high ambitions. Whereas people, heck, even your own family, saw you as the timid, overlooked, and frankly dull sibling. Did it hurt growing up like that? Yes, it did.

Did it hurt when all the boys you had a crush on would only use you to get to your sister? Yes, it did. Did it hurt to see your sister achieve everything you’d ever wanted in life and for you to only be known as her sidekick, or, in other words, her shadow? You really don’t remember the last time you’ve ever set yourself apart from your sister and her needs; it’s almost second nature for you to prioritise her and ignore yourself.

This habit of yours was noticed by the eyes of a young British driver. He’s found that habit of yours annoying ever since.

The day Bianica signed for McLaren under F1 Academy was the best and worst day of your life. You were beyond happy for her but you also felt yourself fading further into her shadow. With more media coverage and attention on your sister, you simply faded away.

You had frankly thought about packing your bags and going back home until the same blue-eyed British driver caught your attention. It was silly to say, but you felt like a little teenager with a huge crush.

You knew it wasn’t right to have a crush on your sister’s coworker, but the way he was made it almost impossible. You liked the way he talked, the way he walked, and the way he still had his accent. You liked the way his nose wrinkled any time you talked about sushi or fish. You liked the way that he was a ball of energy, always so confident and fun to be around. What you liked the most about him was the way he made you feel seen and heard. When you were with him, it was almost like you were just you and not Bianca's little sister.

However, within all the giddy feelings of having a crush on Lando, you could not ignore how badly McLaren was doing. It was almost pitiful how poor their race performance was. Qualifying 18 and 19th and having to come into the pits four times in the race would kill anyone’s mood. Lando was no different; over the course of the season, he grew more and more aggressive and agitated after each race.

Lando and her had formed a little ritual: after each race, he would do his interviews while she would wait in the garage, and he would go into his driver's room, and exactly 5 minutes later, she would show up with any sweet treat she could snuggle in, and they would just talk. Some days it would be him talking and her listening, and other days it would be her lifting his confidence up with encouraging words. It is safe to say she really loved their ritual, only hoping to continue their ritual with better results for him.

As the season went on, she noticed a shift in Lando's behavior. His happygo-llucky attitude towards her started to shift towards a more annoyed and irritated mood. It started when she tired of talking to him before a race; he didn’t take kindly to that and simply ignored her and rolled his eyes. It hurt her; it really did, and she could do nothing about it.

They were not friends; they were just forced to be together due to their situations. She knew he would never like her back, but her infatuation with him made each and every move he made romantic.

It started to affect her more when he started distancing himself from her. Lando never wanted to hurt her; he started getting fond of the girl he once was annoyed with. He didn’t know why he started cutting her off; he was trying to play dumb, but deep down he knew he started having feelings for her.

He messed up in Silverstone both on and off track. Home Grand Prixs always have a special place in drivers hearts. It was no different with Lando; Silverstone was the one place every British driver wanted to win in front of their home crowd on their home soil.

The race was long anticipated; she was in his driver's room prior to the race; they had their normal routine done and dusted; he stared at her for a second longer; and she started at his lips for even longer.

They both knew the tension in the room was inevitable; someone just had to make a move. McLaren was proper shit during qualifying, so all expectations were nullified even before the race started. With Lando starting in P9 and Oscar in P5, it irked Lando how well Oscar was doing in the same car as him. A rookie driver beating the team's star child was never a pretty image.

The race started with Lando’s car being 2 seconds off the pace of K-Mag, which was really nice for him. As the race progressed, Lando almost made up 3 places by the end of the 38th lap.

However, McLaren messed up Lando in the pits, being stationary for almost 18 seconds. His 6th place turned into a plum last, and to make matters worse, he ended up retiring the car simply out of spite. He knew he was mad, and he showed it really well on the cameras, especially towards his team.

She knew it was a risk to go see Lando, especially after seeing how mad and snappy he looked. She knew he was probably beating himself up over the way this race went. It didn’t help that Oscar ended up on the podium. It was horrible, really, but neither of them could do anything.

He saw her enter his room; he didn’t like that. He didn’t want her to see him like this, all beaten and broken down. He didn’t realise when his tone shifted or when he felt the anger rise up within him.

All she had said was, “It’s not your fault; I know you are going to do better.“ That’s all he let her get out before he exploded.

“I honestly don’t remember asking for your opinion. God, you are so pathetic sometimes, always searching for attention from anyone who spares a glance at you. It’s all your fault; you think it’s funny to come into my room and give me glances right before a race. God, why are you so fucking stupid?"

“Maybe this is why your sister will always be better than you; your parents probably saw that, and so does everyone else when they see you and her together. Look at her; she’s a driver, and look at you sneaking into a driver's room, offering yourself to him all for what?? bloody attention?? Get out. I don’t want to see you anymore. All you’ve done is clutter my brain.”

Y/N walked out of his room with hot tears running down her face, her face all red, and a pounding headache. But what was worse than all that pain combined was the pain running through her heart; it genuinely felt like her heart was snapped into two and stepped on by a herd of elephants.

She didn’t know why he snapped at her; all she wanted was to help him. Everything he said made her fall into a spiralling downfall. All the work she’s done to keep her insecurities hidden and healed, Lando’s words ripped them apart and left them burning red and raw.

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hemmingsleclerc · 2 months

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Hi! Could you write a fic with dad!Carlos x reader, where they have twins, and they're in a family gathering, they're playing UNO with the kids, each has one twin, but then Carlos loses, reader won, and pretenting to be super offended and says reader cheated, and everybody is siding with her, including the twins, and he pretends to cry, and the kids feel bad and hug and kiss their daddy? Thank you! <3

UNO! ┃CS55

note: ugh I love dad!Carlos 😭💕 this request was soo funny, I loved it

The Sainz family gathered for a joyful family reunion, and laughter echoed through the living room. Carlos and his wife Y/N watched over their energetic twins, Adrian and Noah, as they ran around the room, their laughter mingling with their voices.

"Alright, who wants to play a game?!" Y/N asked. Carlos approached the large table in the living room with different board games and the twins approached the table excitedly to grab their places.

''UNO! Please!'' Noah shouted holding up the deck of brightly colored cards.

''Yes! I love that game!'' Adrian nodded in agreement

''Alright, UNO will be''

Carlos smiled, knowing that a game of UNO with his lively twins was always chaos. "Are you guys ready?" he asked, ruffling Adrian's hair as he sat at the table next to him.

Adrian nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Yes, Dad! We'll beat Mommy, right, Noah?"

Noah nodded, his small hand clutching a handful of UNO cards. ''Of course, because I will win!''

The game began with cheers and jokes. Y/N and Carlos teamed up with one of the twins each, creating a competition. As the game progressed, laughter filled the room and the twins' infectious giggles warmed their parents' hearts.

''Come on Noah!'' Carlos said frustrated, ''Why do you always give me +4 cards?''

Noah giggled ''Sorry papá''

However, luck seemed to favor Y/N and Noah as they drew card after card, inching closer to victory. Carlos and Adrián exchanged determined looks, but despite their best efforts, their stack of cards steadily grew thanks to Y/N's strategies.

Finally, with a triumphant smile, Y/N laid down her last card, declaring herself the winner. "UNO!" she exclaimed, her eyes full of joy and amusement as she watched Carlos throw his stack of cards onto the table.

Carlos's jaw dropped in mock disbelief, his playful expression turning into an exaggerated pout. "No, c'mon! You cheated, amor! You must have! I was winning," he exclaimed, feigning offense.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and her laughter filled the room. "Oh, come on, Carlos! You're just jealous because you lost fairly, once again I proved to be the best at this game, accept it cariño."

The room erupted in laughter as Carlos continued his charade, pretending to be deeply hurt by his defeat. "But…but…I thought we were a team, Adrian!" He said, turning to his son with feigned disappointment when he saw how he celebrated his mother's victory.

Adrian giggled, shaking his head. "Sorry, daddy! Mommy's the best at UNO!"

"No fair, Noah! You're supposed to be on my team!" Carlos exclaimed, turning to his other son, who simply grinned in response.

The rest of the family joined in, mocking Carlos affectionately as he continued his theatrics, pretending to wipe away imaginary tears while covering his face. However, the twins, sensing his father's distress, exchanged a worried look.

"Papá, you're the best in the world!" Adrian declared, throwing his arms around Carlos in a tight hug.''Please don't cry! We didn't want to make you feel bad''

Noah joined in, wrapping his little arms around Carlos's neck. "We love you, papá!"

Carlos's heart filled with warmth as he hugged his children tightly, his playful façade fading. Y/N watched everything fondly as she saw her husband along with their little children.

With a satisfied smile, Carlos leaned down to plant a kiss on the forehead of each of his twins. "I love you both more than anything in the world," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

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midesastremanifiesto · 2 months

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So Carlos Sr asked him something and Carlos said "it bothers me, yes" :(

#carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #I love he has his dad with him to support him #he's so gentle with his boy <3

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leclercskiesahead · 5 months

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It’s giving

#the way he stares at his dad pls #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz sr

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eccentricwritingbaby · 1 month

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cooking up some fun with the sainz’

dad!carlos sainz jr x wife!mom!reader

summary - y/n sainz is a successfully famous chef with her own restaurant and ever since covid, she has been cooking on instagram live once a week. fans adore the sweet interactions between her and carlos and their little baby girl.

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“mi amor, i am about to go live while cooking dinner,” you nod over from behind the kitchen counter, towards your husband whos sitting on the couch. he sets down his phone and turns to face you while you continue, “if you could just keep up with santana while i’m doing so, you know i still don’t want her face all over the media, porfa,”

“por supuesto, cariño. but you do know you don’t have to ask me to watch our child,” he lets out a chuckle as he stands, sauntering over to the kitchen where you are finishing wiping down the counters and adding extra tidiness to your lived-in kitchen. he slowly grabs both of your hands from the counter, removing the cleaning spray and rag, and intertwining your fingers. you inched closer to him and rested your head against his chest. carlos plants a soft kiss onto the top of your head as you begin your reply, “i know, carlos, but i just don’t want her running around the kitchen which is dangerous or having her face pop up more onto my screen than it already has. she’s four, she doesn’t deserve to be subjected to our lifestyle just yet,” you let out your vulnerable admission as carlos lets your left hand go and steadily strokes the back of your head instead.

“i know, i’ll keep a close eye on her,” your husband looks down at you with a quick smile before he eases you more, ”you have nothing to worry about,” with his last word he begins to bend down in order to place a kiss onto your lips.

“EWW!” your four year old yells out from the bottom of the stairs. she had very obviously just woken up from her nap with her dark hair flying in all different directions, her favorite meerkat plushie hanging from her grasp, and most importantly, a very happy piñon trailing behind her. ever since she was born, the dog followed santana absolutely everywhere. call it protection or just puppy love, it was still the cutest part of your little family.

“and when did you wake up, señora?” you pull apart from your husband with a laugh in order to look at your daughter properly, but don’t miss carlos’ pleading gaze to ignore your daughters wishes and give him a kiss. you took one more glance back at him and kissed his cheek to meet in the middle as he released his signature smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“ahora,” she responds while rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and slowly beginning to trudge over to the couch.

“mama is about to begin dinner, mija. why don’t you and i find a game to play while she does?” your husband proposes.

“okay, papi,” she says quietly before she gains some energy, “but only if we get to play hide and seek!” she squeals out in excitement. carlos laughs as you move around his hold to set up your phone and put away your cleaning supplies.

his voice graces a higher octave, one saved particularly for your pride and joy, while matching her adorable enthusiasm, “hide and seek! santana, that is a great idea! how could i not have thought of it?” he laughs along with her as she pulls herself to stand up on the couch, legs bouncing underneath her.

“no se, papi! but i thought of it! so we do it?” she asks, looking up at him with her big, brown, wide eyes inherited from the man himself as he strolls over to her place. your husband easily scoops her up into a fit of giggles as he runs her into his office in order to plan out their game. you take this brief moment of quiet to begin the live, and continue to pull out your necessary ingredients as people begin to join.

once enough people had joined, you share a bright smile and begin your discussion, “hola, everyone! today we are venturing over to italy for our dinner, and making some homemade pizza,” you begin to take out tomatoes and slice them as you carry on, “it sounds very simple, yet you can make it anything you want with toppings, which is the magic of cooking,” you glance up at the camera to notice the brief display of comments and continue to explain, “everything is going to be homemade here, the sauce, the dough, and the cheese! it’s a great meal especially when you have a little one who is just now becoming a bit picky,” you let out a chuckle as you think on to the many ‘no’s’ that came from your four year old as you presented her with different cuisines. one that never misses will always be pizza.

“okay! i already made my dough last night since i knew i’d be pretty busy today, but i do have a video on how to make that if you want to know, it’s on my story in the highlights of my 'how to's',” you finished chopping up all your tomatoes and threw them into the pan with a bit of oil, “now we’re working on the sauce, so i just chopped up maybe a cup and half - ‘measure with your heart’ - as my abuela always told me, of tomatoes and toss it into a low/medium heated pan with some olive oil to cook it down,” you were about to continue, but instead were interrupted by a little giggle at your feet. you looked down at your smiling daughter as she reached a finger up to her lips in order for you to keep her location a secret. you shot her a wink and then pretend to zip your lips and throw away the key. your peripheral caught your husband sneaking around and looking near and far for the little fit of laughs that was sitting on your feet.

“next up that i’ll work on is the cheese, we’re making mozzarella so im just going to start by putting some milk on heat using m-”

“psst” carlos cuts you off from behind the camera, attempting, attempting, to not interrupt. once you give him a confused look he begins to mouth out ‘donde?” while confusion etches his face as well. you stifle a laugh and give him an obvious glance down to your feet in order to hint. his head falls back with a smile and he rounds the corner of the counter to catch his daughter. you view the scene playout and begin to stir around the wilted tomatoes on the stove, santana screeching in joy as carlos comes onto the screen of your live, picking up his daughter while reciting the chant, ‘i’ve found you, mija!’ ‘i’ve found you!’ and you just look on in awe.

the comments begin to fly by at lightning speed due to the domestic bliss your family carried onto the screen. carlos, still holding a giggly santana, checks you over while looking between you and your phone, “lo siento, amor,” he stretches his puppy dog eyes towards you and you can’t help but swoon, “it’s okay, enjoy hiding from this little detective next, baby,” before carlos could even respond, a resounding sound of disgust is let out from the four year old and she squeaks out, “i your baby mama! not papi,” she holds onto her pout and crosses her arms tightly as she looks between you two. you turn the heat low on the stove for both your projects and head over to where your husband and baby are, slowly repeating back to her, “you are my baby, princesa,” bringing your hands up to her tummy you begin to make her emit her loud and infectious laughter to you and carlos.

the comments poured over on your phone as you left your love-bubble to take a look at them, one stuck out and you replied, still holding a slight laugh in your voice, “yes, we are very happy,” and you went back to smiling at your beautiful family.

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rene-spade · 30 days

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my recent Thoughts

lovedrunk max verstappen with a hyperfeminine gf who he lets beat him at everything! it all started when she beat him in a card game and he realized he likes it 😳

obsessive carlos sainz x crash out single mom who used to steal cars for a living (she WILL be from atlanta ga just like most crash outs. maybe she fights any fan that tries to flirt with him.)

possessive sebastian vettel x single mom reader whose baby looks just like the babydaddy (seb’s jealous your honor) he does everything he can to rub his relationship with her and her daughter in the ex’s face

lovedrunk mclaren era kimi räikkönen with his charismatic gf who tries to teach him social skills and wants him to behave during interviews (he tries begrudgingly bc he’s obsessed with her)

growing up räikkönen au | baby räikkönen has a crippling case of daddy’s girl syndrome and will not hear any complaints about her isä (she’s not in denial, she just doesn’t care)

#rene.speaks #dark! f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #obsessive f1 #carlos sainz x reader #f1 grid x reader #f1 oc #f1 reverse harem #max verstappen x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #dad! kimi räikkönen #kimi raikkonen x reader

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ladymarvel27 · 1 month

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Princesita | Carlos Sainz

dad!Carlos Sainz x mom!Reader

Description: Your husband and your princesita's dad, Carlos.

After the last race, Carlos wanted to surprise his family. He came before the day he told you. Carlos slowly unlocked the living room to find you and your daughter sitting together. As soon as her eyes caught his sight, she jumped into his arms screaming, “Papa!” He took the toddler in his arms and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “Hey Cami, how are you, Mi Princesita?” He asks gently ruffling her hairs. He gently kisses her forehead as she giggles and replies, “I am very well, Papa,” her tiny hand reaching up to touch his face.

“How are you honey?” You ask.

He puts Camila down and takes your hand in his. He places a kiss on your knuckles and answers, “I am great, Senorita. How are you?”

“Fine.”

Carlos wraps an arm around your waist and places a sweet peck on your lip. “Oh, and one thing.” Camila’s face lit up with her typical excitement as she waited Carlos to continue.

“What?”

“Did you open the package?” I shook my head.

“Why?!”

“I thought it should be opened with you.”

“But it was for you!” He exclaimed.

“Oh, I didn’t knew.”

You placed the package on the coffee table. Camila immediately runs to it, her expression curious and waiting for what is inside. Carlos smiles and begins to cut the tapes on the package, carefully keeping Camila away from the blades.

Carlos smiles and stops for a moment while opening the package, he looks over at Camila and then turns his attention back to the present. He cuts the rest of the tape that keeps the box together and lifts the lid.

“What is it, Papa?” Camila asks.

"It's a special package with a very special surprise for mummy, princesita," he replies, grabbing Camila's hands and placing her on his lap.

Camila's eyes widen, her cheeks glowing with excitement as she looks down into the box. Carlos lifts the box a little more so that Camila can get a better look of what's inside, revealing a magnificent necklace inside. Camila immediately starts to smile widely, jumping up and down excitedly as she starts to clap her hands.

Carlos raises the box to show it to you. “It’s for you, mi reina.”

“It’s so beautiful Carlos.”

Camila smiles widely as she stares in awe at the sight of the necklace, her little hands reaching out towards it. Carlos chuckles softly and lifts her little hands up, allowing them to touch the shining necklace. Camila smiles and laughs excitedly, grabbing the necklace tightly and waving it around.

“Careful Camila! It’s jewellery, not a toy.”

Camila keeps giggling and continues to hold out the necklace towards her mother, wanting to share her joy with her, Carlos chuckles softly and says "Cami, you have to give this to mommy. It is a gift for her, okay?" he replies, smiling.

Carlos chuckles again, and turns to look at you, he smiles and says "See, now she wants to give it to you," he adds as Camila stretches her tiny arms out towards you. You take the necklace and place it back in the box.

"Thank you Carlos, it's such a wonderful gift," you said. "Anything for you, mi reina."

You ask Carlos, “You want to shower before we dine?” He nods and leave for bath.

Carlos takes a shower and then goes over to his closet to get dressed for dinner. He finally decides to put on a nice t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants to join you and Camila for dinner.

“I made some pasta carbonara.” You spoke.

“Oh really?” Camila’s face lit up with excitement. You serve her some and take some for yourself. Carlos also serve himself and three of you dine together.

"Can I tell you something?” Camila asks after dinner.

Carlos chuckles and says "Sure, what is it?" he replies, and Camila looks at you and him with a small smile, "Promise you won't get angry?" she asks.

“No, what happened?”

Camila smiles widely, "Remember that necklace that you had gotten earlier?" she asks, looking at him with bright-eyes, but before Carlos can reply, she continues to say, "It was a surprise, right?” Carlos nods.

Camila smiles excitedly as she continues to speak, "Well, I know that the necklace was for you and it was your present, but..."

“But?” You raised an eyebrow.

Camila continues her sentence, "Okay, but the thing is... I accidentally opened it... when you went for shower...yesterday" she says meekly, with a small blush on her face. You and Carlos shared a look. The package looked so intact and untouched when you took it out to open. Camila packed it back so well.

Camila looks at him with her big eyes with a slightly panicked expression on her face, she asks her dad, "Are you angry?"

“Mi Princesita, it was wrong.”

Camila looks down and starts to pout, "I know... but I-I wanted to see it," she says in a soft, low voice as she keeps looking down, not wanting to meet your eyes.

“But Cami, it is wrong to do so. You should have asked.”

Camila is silent for a moment before saying, "I know," she replies with a soft, sad look on her face, as she buries her face into Carlos’ neck, she sounds like she's about to cry, "I'm sorry...," she whispers.

Carlos chuckles softly as he hears Camila's words, he leans down and kisses her head, "It's alright, it's alright, I'm not angry, Cami," he says, cuddling her tightly.

“It’s okay Cami, we forgive you.” You spoke. "But promise me you won't do it again. You could get hurt."

Camila leaves Carlos’ arms and jumps into your arms, hugging you tightly. “I am sorry mamma, I promise you.” You gently run a hand over her back and say, “It’s okay.”

Camila buries her head further into you. You and Carlos look at each other and smile as you run a soothing hand on her back. “We forgive you Cami,” Carlos spoke.

“At least she was honest,” you slowly whispered to Carlos. He nods and smiles.

Camila pulls away and smiles at you, her big brown eyes staring at you.

She leaves your arms and rushes towards Carlos. He immediately engulfs his little princess in his arms. Camila buries her head into his neck and wraps her arms tightly around him.

"She starts crying so early," Carlos says to you and adds, "just like her mom."

"Hey!" you were offended and playfully smacked his arm.

A/n: Taglist: @faithshouseofchaos, hi my friend. Thanks to @saradika for the separators. Thanks to my sister for proofreading.

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