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our mom said you have to play with us

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Mark Webber in the team garage during the practice session for the Canadian F1 Grand Prix on June 11, 2004, at the Circuit Gilles Villeneuve in Montreal, Canada.

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@.mercedesamgf1 The Hamiltons 😁 Home race, home support 🥰

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from the man himself 💜

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sebastian vettel, p2, during the post-race press conference, singapore - september 26, 2010

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Brandi Daniela Kent 🤪💕

SHE FINALLY MADE IT TO THE STORYYYYY 😭😭😭 WELCOME BABY KENT, YOU'LL BE THE COOLEST LITTLE GIRL IN THE WORLD!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

“She’s got no choice but to wear the number six now.”

it's the family tradition now ❤️😭 what if she ends up wearing #12? lmao 🫣

The two held each other, lost in their little world, thinking of the precious little girl that would be coming soon, whose first word would be ‘fuck’, who’d be kicking a football the moment she could walk, who’d grow up on the pitch, with the loudest parents in the world. A little girl who would be so loved- by her parents, by two football squads- it was ridiculous.

THIS MADE ME SO FUCKING EMO, TALLYYYY!!! 😭😭😭 I'M SO SOFT RIGHT NOW! 🥺

Everything Will Bring a Chain of Love

Request: "It would be so fun if you name it after me!" "No, it wouldn't." where it’s one of the Greyhounds other than Jamie trying to convince Roy and the wife of your choosing

I already miss Roy and Bucky, so this is a little blurb about their sweet future together!

0.8k words Warnings: Language, pregnancy, absolute fluffffffffffff

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“To Baby Kent!” Jamie called out at the end of his little speech- the one Roy begged him not to do and Bucky insisted on- and raised his glass.

“Baby Kent!” everyone gathered in the Kents’ backyard echoed, amid shouts of laugher and little cheers.

It was a bit of an unconventional baby shower, Roy admitted to himself. Rather than a party populated by women in summery dresses sipping lemonade and cooing over baby clothes, Bucky’s baby shower was attended by athletes who drank beers and took the shower games a bit too seriously.

Roy turned to his wife now, wrapping an arm around her. “How is Baby Kent?” he hummed as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Bucky smiled and dragged Roy’s hand down to her round belly. “Kicking up a storm,” she said with a playful eyeroll. “She’s already training for the 2040 Olympics.”

“I am never going to win an argument again,” he growled playfully, “when both of you have Olympic gold.”

Her laughter warmed his heart. “Would you have it any other way, Kent?”

Before Roy could assure her that no, he absolutely fucking wouldn’t, the couple found themselves dragged over to a corner of the yard where several Greyhounds and Whippets were gathered. Roy felt got a fuzzy little feeling in his chest as he gazed at the assembled group, his weird little family. This was the life he and Bucky had built together, a life filled with these big smiles from people who were tied together by a love of football. A life where these same people came over for dinners, travelled to matches and holidays together, and now came to his and his wife’s baby shower. It was something he wouldn’t have imagined before Bucky, and something he now couldn’t imagine his life without.

Isaac spoke up, interrupting Roy’s musings. “Alright, we’re tired of waiting,” he announced. “Coach Buck said you guys still don’t have a name for Baby Kent, so we’ve come up with some ideas for you guys.”

“Oh, this should be good,” Bucky snorted, tugging Roy close to herself. Roy simply chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.

The group took turns offering up their ideas- foreign names neither manager could pronounce, trendy names that the couple had already privately wrinkled their noses at, book and movie characters that meant nothing to them. Every suggestion was met with polite nods and tight smiles from the new parents, both secretly waiting to be alone so they could tell the other one little word: “No.”

Finally, Dani stepped forward, looking particularly proud. “Dani,” he said simply.

Bucky shot Roy a quizzical look before turning back to the Greyhound. “That’s your name,” she reminded him.

“I know,” he chuckled, all smiles and sunshine. “It would be so fun if you name her after me!”

“No,” Roy said flatly. “It wouldn’t.” His voice brightened. “Besides, she’s already got a name.”

Before the group could ask what it was, Bucky whirled around to look at Roy with narrowed eyes. “Oh, she does, does she, Coach?” the very pregnant coach scoffed at her husband.

The footballers braced themselves for a fight, remembering the bickering they’d witnessed before the two managers finally got together. They were ready for the shouts and swears, and a good heaping of sexual tension. A few of them were already grimacing at the memories of the arguments that echoed around the Dog Track during those first tumultuous months.

“’course she does,” Roy hummed, reaching down to rub Buck’s belly. “It’s Brandi. For Brandi Chastain,” he clarified unnecessarily.

There it was, that wide, red-lipped smile, the one that still sent Roy’s heart into overdrive. She wrapped her arms around Roy, pulling him as close as her stomach would allow. He chuckled and returned the embrace tightly.

“We like the name?” he whispered into her hair, allowing himself to forget about the fact that their teams were watching them. All he wanted to think about right now- alright forever- was his little family.

Bucky pulled back, revealing the tears in her eyes- a rare sight. “We fucking love the name,” she assured him. She tugged him towards herself so she could kiss his lips. “She’s got no choice but to wear the number six now.”

The two held each other, lost in their little world, thinking of the precious little girl that would be coming soon, whose first word would be ‘fuck’, who’d be kicking a football the moment she could walk, who’d grow up on the pitch, with the loudest parents in the world. A little girl who would be so loved- by her parents, by two football squads- it was ridiculous.

Dani cleared his throat, bringing the new parents out of their daydreams. “Or,” he said pointedly. “Maybe we could revisit the name Dani?”

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my kink is daniel ricciardo finishing a race without any trouble.

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Harry in Japan - April 2024

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Pro tip for Stroll: when you see the lights at the back of multiple cars in front of you light up + the cars all slowing down = brake good 👍 gas pedal bad 👎

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soft. annoyed. snappy. positive.

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Nico Rosberg | Post-qualifying China 2024 for @blorbocedes and insp

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—  mirages: the unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin

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"im gonna treat myself" says me, who has rarely, if ever, denied myself anything

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Well I guess Daniel took that target personally... 💪🏼💨💯

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"haha she needs therapy she's fucked in the head!" "all of us should be sent to the psych ward for clowning hehe" "ttpd is the album where she's an addict, psychotic, manic, depressed and horny at the same time" "imagine being broke AND depressed lol pick a struggle" "having a menty b for this insane white woman" "hashtag team lobotomy LOL" shut up shut up SHUT UP

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Hugh got his nails done for this.