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heyhihellosworld · 3 months

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

Carlos Sainz x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Smut, feeling guilty about sexual thoughts, age gap, I think that's it?

Notes: Heyyy, Carlos??? Hope I read this request right! Probably changed it a bit. This is more from Carlos perspective than anything else

Request Don't know if you are taking any requests or not, but how's best friend brother's with Carlos Sainz when suddenly having ons with the reader and Carlos been wondering how having her in his bed

Pt 2 here

Carlos breathed in the familiar hot air as he stepped out of his car and onto the gravel of his family home. He had finally touched down on home ground and planned to spend the majority of his summer break here.

He smiled to himself as he watched the big house and the green grass. He loved this house, he loved their summers and he was excited to spend some down time with his family.

Ana and y/n should be there already, Blanca maybe but she could also arrive later. His parents weren't home, he knew that already but they would come in an hour or so.

Someone was home at least judging by the open porch door and small talk coming from the other side of the deck.

Carlos walked over the grass, trying to see who was there but he opted to take in his bags first. He had just stepped into the big hallway when he saw a figure from the big window. Ana was there and.. who was that? All he could see was a beautiful woman, hair moving in the wind and a beautiful figure on the deck. Carlos swallowed before moving away, it was rude to stare.

Who was that? Was that.. no it couldn't be Y/n, could it? But who else would be here to stay for the summer. It was always Y/n.

Carlos' mind ran on high speed as he tried to process who else it could be because this was certainly not the Y/n he remembered. No, last summer you had been this, very cute sure, but nerdy little girl who had barely graduated school and was now working at the downtown café whilst studying in university.

You had always been sweet and cute but he had never ever seen you as attractive. No this, this was surely someone else. Maybe one of Blankas work-friends. It could not be you.

Carlos forced the thoughts away as he marveled into the house, his house. It was hot, summer and he was settling for some downtime before the next part of the season began, that was the focus he reminded himself of.

He opted to start on food, eyes flickering back to the garden to try and get a look at whoever it was out there but they had disappeared from the kitchen view. Maybe that was for the better actually.

"Carlos!"Carlos flinched at the sound of his name, too deep in thoughts to realize someone had entered the open kitchen from the patio-doors in the living room.

He turned around with a wide smile as he recognized your voice opening his arms to hug you which you welcomed with a giggle.

His face fell however when he looked at you after you had stepped away. What the fuck had happened over winter?

The before young, teenage-looking girl had really grown into a young looking sure, but gorgeous woman. Face more mature-looking, smile as captivating as always and your body. Carlos had to force himself to look at your face as you were dressed down in only a small skirt and a bikini-top from having been sunbathing and swimming all morning.

Fuck it was you, how?

He quickly averted his eyes from your body to look at your face

"Hola Y/n" he smiled warmly as you hugged him in greeting. "We thought you came but we didn't see you" you smiled as you watched the counter top that was filled with ingredients. "Sorry, I planned on going out but..."

That Ana came out was perfect timing because Carlos had no idea how to finish that sentence. "Carlos! Why didn't you come out to greet us?!" she scolded as she wrapped her brother into a warm hug, Carlos stuttered, what he wanted to say, or the reason for it was not something he wanted to say at all so instead he shrugged. "I was about too" he said instead , ignoring the look Ana gave him and the food on the counter.

Ana dropped it quickly, the excitement of seeing her brother taking over the weird behavior and she soon proceeded to ask him a million questions but it was all like usual with the Sainz siblings.

You were happy, content in stretching out on the sofa and listening to their chat during the evening and when the night came you gladly welcomed the soft bed in the Sainz's guest room.

Carlos wanted to hit the person of his family that had suggested a boat day. He loved being on the boat and he loved being with his family and the boat was a tradition in your summers. You used to take the boat out to a small little island only an hour away and spend the day swimming, laughing and grilling before going back home in the evening when the light had already gone away and the city lights illuminated in the water.

However the only thing he could concentrate on all day was you in your tiny little bikini that barely left anything to the imagination. If he was realistic it was a normal bikini, but it was still tiny and he could barely keep his eyes off of you.

When you had been exiting from the water with your hair drenched and dripping with a huge smile on your face he had stared so long that Blanca had hit him in the back of the head with a scolding look and Carlos had coughed, looking away feeling guilty.

It was a nice day, the sun grilling your skin and everyone was happy that summer had finally arrived. Carlos' parents grilled over the open fireplace as everyone settled down, chatting lowly and laughing.

He enjoyed it, laughing and joking with you and his sisters, chatting with his parents. Swimming in the hot sun. It was a great day but when the time came and you decked the boat and walked up to the villa Carlos felt like he would snap off the tension in his body.

He still couldn't really grasp it, couldn't grasp how attracted he suddenly was to you.

He groaned as he collapsed down on his bed, his head in an awkward position against the headboard. He let out an annoyed groan and flopped down in an ungraceful movement.

He felt annoyed, tight like a string as he tried to sit more comfortably. He was hard in his sweatpants and that annoyed him more than anything else. He felt ridiculous, like a teenage boy watching a pornmagazine for the first time. All this for only a little bikini, it was ridiculous but he couldn't help it, couldn't make it go away.

He closed his eyes, groaning when the only thing he saw in his head was just in that stupid little bikini. He couldn't help it when his hand crept down his body, his mind telling him it was wrong but the satisfaction he felt when he finally wrapped his hand around his cock pushed away all those thoughts until the only thing he could think about was dirty dreams.

At first the pictures were more okay, if there were something like this in picturing his sister's younger friend while jerking off.

It was you, in that bikini you had stropped around in all day, your smile and your elegant figure. Then it was your lips, then it morphed into your lips wrapped around his cock and from there on he was screwed.

He pictured how you would look as you sucked him off, he could picture the look in your eyes as you would’ve licked over his tip, he could almost hear the sounds you would make as he pushed your head that slight bit further.

He pictured laying you down on his crisp white sheets, pictured how he would pull your legs apart, could hear your moans in his head.

He could almost taste her on his tongue, see her face contorted in pleasure. His mind wandered further and further away from reality as his hand moved up and down his shaft. He would feel guilty, he would feel so guilty afterwards but right now, at this moment he only felt pleasure and his thoughts only added to his arousal.

It was wrong, he knew it, but he didn't feel it. It felt fucking amazing, the pictures, the imaginition he had made him harder than he'd been in a long time.

He pictured your face as he would fuck you, imagining how hot you would feel around him, how tight you would be. He pictured the sounds you would make as he made you orgasm, the picture stuck in his head as he finally released with a long groan, head falling back as the relief finally washed over him.

Only then did the realization hit and he felt disgusted over himself. The cum on his skin added to the sick feeling in his chest. It was not normal. It was disgusting. Jerking off to Ana's best friend who was many years younger than himself just because he'd find out she'd been growing curves. He felt a tight feeling in his stomach, like he would need to throw up. He hurried into the bathroom and jumped into the shower like he was on fire.

His skin was red where he had roughly scrubbed the cum of his skin and he felt slightly better when he dressed in clean clothes and shook the water off his hair. Maybe it was okay.

The guilt however came back full force once he saw you on the sofa with Blanca, gossiping and laughing. He had to look away to swallow the lump in his throat that had formed.

You were sprawled out in one of the outdoor chairs next to Blanca in the hot sun. You had just been taking a dip in the ocean and was now drying up on the big deck of the Sainz's house.

"Do you think Carlos has anything against me?" you asked Blanca randomly, noticing the way she jerked up in her chair to give you a wild look.

"Que?! Carlos loves you silly" she waved you off. Summer at Sainz, anything with the Sainz's had been always consisting in your life. You and Ana had met in kindergarten. She was two years older than you but somehow you had stuck together throughout school and then throughout adulthood. You had spent every summer since then here, in the amazing villa with her family. You had traveled with them, watched Carlos's races, you had been a part of them forever so maybe you understood her wild look but still. It had felt like something was bothering him these first couple of days. He had been acting slightly... stiff around you.

"I know... I don't know why but it's just.. he has been so awkward with me, barely spoken to me alone" you shrugged and Blanca hummed. "I think Carlos is having a bit of a crisis" Blanca grinned as she leant back in the soft chair

This time you sat up to give her a look. "What do you mean? Is something wrong with his racing?"

Blanca laughed and shook her head with a huge grin on her face. "No, not about racing" she calmed

"I think little Carlos is having a crisis about how gorgeous you have become" she smiled before adding "You have always been gorgeous, but over the winter..." she made a face expression as if to express the change and you giggled, it was true. You had matured in your body a lot over the winter, felt more comfortable, more secure.

"I don't think that's it though" you hummed, waving it off. Carlos was a formula one driver, he could basically chat up and model he wanted, and have the most gorgeous girls. He had many options, he would never choose you, his sister's friend.

"I think it is, I've catched him staring a bit too long and often. And every time I catch him with a slap on his head he looks extremely guilty"

You giggled at that, leaning back into the seat "I'm pretty happy with that reason to be honest" you smirked at Blanca who shook her head with a grin on her face "Watch it"

The next few days were fine, he still got a semi everytime you walked around in your mini bikinis and those shorts that showed all of your ass but he tried to control himself, felt he succeeded okay.

It was on the fourth day he snapped again. You had been taking a walk from the restaurant you had eaten at and stopped to buy ice cream and take a dip in the ocean.

You were yet again wearing only your bikini top and those tiny shorts that felt unnecessary to even have on because they didn't hide anything in Carlos's mind. Your hair was once again wet, dripping down your back and then it was the ice cream.

He knew it was just in his head, but it felt like you were provoking him, licking the tip of it in such a way he almost wanted to moan.

When he came back home he immediately walked up to his room and into the shower. He couldn't stop the images of going wild. Once again you were on the floor looking up at him with those big innocent eyes and licking the tip of his dick just as you had been the ice cream.

He could feel the tip of your tongue, could hear the small sound you surely would make at the taste of his precum that was pearling at his tip, he slid his thumb over it, imagining it was your tongue and he moaned loudly. He gripped his cock harder, slowly moving it down, imaging it was your mouth sinking down on him. The picture was so hot he jerked in his hold.

He sped up eventually, eyes closing to savor the filthy imaginations that were playing in his mind, like a slideshow. He could feel your touch, hear your voice and see you. It was all too much and he soon came over his hand, for the second time thinking about you.

He sighed as he let the water run down his body, cleaning him up and he let his head fall back against the tile. Maybe it was what it was. He would move on eventually, not get hard at the mere sight of you. It would be fine.

Carlos didn't fight it anymore, there was nothing he could do about his body's reaction. He sighed deeply and shrugged to himself. He lost the battle and he was really fucking attracted to you. Maybe that was just how it was now.

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minkyungseokie · 2 months

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Toxicity within Formula One

I usually never give my own opinions on anything Formula One related because I’m afraid of getting hate, but I am sick of it, and I will finally want my opinion heard.

For a sport that’s not as popular as any other sport in the world, there is so much toxicity and animosity between fans. Either fans of people on the same team or fans of people on different teams are going at each other for no reason and it mostly happens within Ferrari, Mercedes, and Red Bull. Lately, Mercedes has been infighting more than worrying about anything else.

You’ve got(and I’m not generalizing the fans. I’m calling out all the toxic ones. So, when I say fans, I meant the highly toxic people who be smirch others names and hype up their own favorite)

Russell fans calling Hamilton washed and occasionally saying racist things about him

Hamilton fans discrediting Georgia’s achievements and saying he will never be as good as Hamilton(also the people who are stuck on Abu Dhabi 2021)

Carlos fans making fun of Georges crash and saying the rudest things about Hamilton just because of a decision to not keep Carlos with the occasional racism

Charles fans doing the exact same thing Carlos fans are doing, but on a little bit lighter level because I haven’t really seen Charles fans being as rude to Lewis as Carlos fans

Max fans thinking they are on top of the world and absolutely nothing can touch them and being toxic overall

I don’t really see a lot of Checo fans, but the ones I have seen are always overshadowed by the max fans, but they are still toxic

Alex fans hating on Logan just because he’s not as good as Alex. Pretty much everyone’s fans hating on Logan for being American AB’s being xenophobic

Logan fans are pretty chill, but with what happened yesterday, they aren’t as chill as you think. There is no reason that they should be sending hate, and death threats to Alex because of a decision that was not his.

Fernando fans are pretty chill usually when I look at the comment section of Aston Martin. Unless it comes down to the LGBTQ. The amount of hate towards the LGBTQ under Aston Martin’s post by both Still fans, Alonso fans, and other team’s fans is disgusting.

Stroll fans usually don’t do anything except try to defend their favorite person, but I can assure you that they are not innocent just because you rarely see them being toxic. The whole thing with Bianca proved that, but I’m pretty sure that it was mostly just people who usually don’t like Stroll taking the chance to be misogynistic instead of criticizing her like everyone else was doing

Yuki fans, journalists, and other fans just calling Daniel washed and saying that he should give his seat up to Liam and wishing horrinle thing upon him

Daniel fans infantilizing Yuki, occasionally being racist, making fun of things he cannot control, and just being overall terrible people towards Yuki

And that’s not even all of it because then there’s the fighting of other teams still going on. And the overall hatred of Alpine for some reason.

Now, I can’t say much for the fans of Kick, Alpine, and Haas. I scroll through their comment sections and it’s usually people criticizing the team itself for their crappy cars or crappy pitstop. I don’t follow Haas so I don’t know how their comment section is like.

Of course, there are toxic people within those three teams fandom too, but go to their comment section, it’s mostly wholesome. Still toxic occasionally, but way more wholesome than Mercedes, Ferrari, and Red Bulls

I didn’t forget about McLaren, but they seem to actually be moderating their comment sections

I’m aware of how toxic Instagram is, but it’s not just on Instagram. It’s on YouTube, TikTok, Twitter, I’m not calling Twitter X.

I know this is probably just going to get me hated on, and I’m probably yapping about nothing, but I feel like people take things way too seriously.

This is a sport. Meant for enjoyment and entertainment. I understand that not everyone is going to get along, and that there’s always going to be toxic people, but some of those same toxic people get upset when people are toxic towards their favorite.

This is probably all sounding like absolute Yapanese right now and I’m sorry if I haven’t properly got my point across. I’ll fix this in the morning when I’m more clear minded, but I wanted to point out just how toxic this fandom is. It’s more toxic than any other fandom I’ve been in except for K-pop

These are screenshots of responses to a comment on RB’s post about Yuki actually being in P7 after Alonso got a penalty. The comment said let’s not hate on Daniel because he will pick it back up. This is only a taste of what I mean.

I can’t even go back to Ferrari to screenshot comments and explain what I mean and I’m not going to Red Bulls page for that either because seeing the comments make me sick. But this is what I mean. And these are the tame ones.

Formula One fans need to realize that these men are not toys. They are not just entertainment. They are human beings with feelings who make mistakes just like everyone else does. They do, say, and act very stupidly, sometimes, but that does not warrant some of the stuff that is said to them. They do not deserve death threats, and hate just for crashing and being afraid for their life or enjoying a win they deserve.

They are not toys. They are human beings. Just like you and me and they deserve respect because they put their lives on the line to do with their love and entertain their fans.

Speaking of fans while I’m at it. Respect the privacy of the drivers. Someone filming George Russell while he’s using the year or not and posting it on TikTok is not okay and should never ever be considered okay

Here are some comments from George’s post where he’s apologizing for crashing and saying that he’s going to try to do better

And don’t even get me started on the Ferrari fans bitching about Carlos leaving. It’s an extreme sport, no one‘s going to stay on their team forever just because they got one win and a couple of podium. I hate to sound toxic, but the way some of those, grown ass men and women are talking about Hamilton as if he’s not the seven time world champion as wild. It’s not Hamilton’s fault that Ferrari thought he would be a better fit.

I sincerely love Ferrari and their drivers, and I wish him the best and it makes me happy to see them win, but it does not make me happy to see the fans thinking that they rule the world, and that no one on the grid is better than Carlos. I love Carlos, but if Hamilton had a better car and Max‘s car didn’t start setting itself on fire, he would not have won.

Again, I hate to say that because it sounds like I’m hating on him, but I’m not. That’s why I like Tumblr better, because the people on TikTok, Twitter, and Instagram, are all… I don’t even even know how to say it without sounding weird. So this is where I’ll end it for now.

And before anyone says anything, I know it’s an extreme sport and people are gonna hate on someone that’s not their favorite driver, but the people I’m talking about are taking it way too far. You shouldn’t hate on anyone just because they aren’t your favorite in general, But I’ve seen a Ferrari fan called Hamilton a monkey because he’s going to be joining the team.

I’ve seen a Daniel fan say only sushi eaters like Yuki. As in, only Japanese people like Yuki, and nobody else.

There’s a difference between expressing your dislike towards something somebody did, and something somebody has said, and being extremely toxic. Some of you might have even been those toxic people if you are, do better, because even just saying something like that on the Internet can make karma come for you.

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harley-sunday · 2 years

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August Rush [07]

Summary: You’ve known Carlos for almost as long as you have been working in Formula One but you never expected it would take you seven years and a concussion to realise that maybe you like him as more than just a friend.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr x reader (OFC nicknamed Pip) | Max Verstappen x reader (best friends)

Warnings: Language. NSFW-ish. 18+

Word count: 4.6k

AN: First of all, I’m sorry for the long wait, bb’s. Adult life got in the way. Also, this was supposed to be the penultimate chapter but I still can’t seem to quit this story and so there’s at least another two parts after this. I don’t know what’s happening either. ♥

Last. I just want to give a big hug to each and every one of you, because the love you have for this little story makes my heart SO happy. To everyone who send me a message (anon or not) to tell me not to worry about rude anons - THANK YOU. Love you all something fierce! 🥰

Masterlist

A lazy smile spreads across your lips when you wake up on Wednesday because even though Carlos’ side of the bed is already empty, a quick glance at his alarm clock letting you know it’s close to eleven already, the memories of yesterday are enough to make it feel as if he’s right there with you. You relish the way your body feels worn out from a day at sea, with Carlos at the helm and you on your knees in front of him.

Reaching for your phone you pull up your gallery app and scroll through the pictures you took, your smile growing even wider when you come across that one picture of Carlos where he sits on the deck and looks at you from over his shoulder with a cheeky smile. You know you’ve asked him if it’s ok to not go public for a while, mostly because you want to keep him to yourself a little longer, but you think the picture is innocent enough to not start any rumours if you were to post it online. After all, everyone who has access to your private Instagram account knows you’re here anyway.

Looking through your camera roll there are a few other pictures you’d like to share - one of you that Carlos took that shows you lounging on the deck, another one a view of the coastline, and a selfie of you and Carlos that shows both of you laughing at the camera, his arm loosely draped over your shoulders and you leaning into him ever so slightly but which could totally pass as just two friends hanging out, after all you have posted pictures of him and you like this before. Maybe if you upload those three together with the one of Carlos you were looking at earlier, and caption it an innocent, ‘Sea, Sun & Captain Sainz’ it won’t be such a big deal, right? Right.

Wrong.

***

It takes your best friend less than a minute to see your post and video call you, which is some kind of record in and of itself even for Flo, who always seems to be on top of things. You push yourself up against the backboard of the bed, covering yourself with the dark blue sheet so as to not flash your boobs at her, and accept the call, “Hi friend.”

“Uhu,” is all she says, eyeing you suspiciously. You know she’s doing that thing where she doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask any questions, and instead waits for you to break and just tell her what’s going on, so you can never say she’s forced it out of you. She’s clever like that. And one of the reasons why you became friends so easily.

While it’s a great tactic, and usually gets you to confess whatever it is you’ve done within a manner of seconds, this time you’re determined to keep your secret a little longer and so you stare back at her through the screen, “What’s going on babe?”

“I don’t know,” she says and you can see her sit down at the desk in her office. “You tell me.”

“I’m good,” you tell her with a cheeky smile. "No more headaches or dizziness and the doctor cleared me to fly on Monday, so that's a big plus."

"Hmhm," she replies, narrowing her eyes at you and waving her finger at you from behind her desk. "You look different though." She doesn't say anything else for a moment but then she leans in closer and you can almost feel her eyes on you as she looks- searches- for something you're not sure you want her to figure out yet, but she's been your best friend for almost four years. Of course she does, "Oh my God!"

"Flo," you warn her, shaking your head even though you can't help your smile growing wider because you know what she’s going to say next. “Sssh. I don’t need your colleagues to hear this.”

"Oh. My. God." She exclaims again, even louder this time, either completely ignoring you or letting you know there’s no one else around to hear her anyway. She leans back in her seat then and grins wickedly, "You had sex with him, didn't you?!" She doesn't even wait for your reply as she does a little happy dance in her chair, "Freakin' finally."

You have to bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud at her reaction, while at the same time hiding behind your hand to keep her from seeing you all flustered.

"You need to tell me everything."

"I can't," you whine, peeping at her from in between your fingers and glancing at the clock on the top of your screen. "Carlos is almost done with his workout and-"

"Ok, fine. I just need to know two things," she grins. "First things first, when?"

"When what?" You feign innocence, as if you don't know what she's talking about.

She rolls her eyes, "When did this happen?"

"Sunday," you draw out and you can see her eyes grow wide. Then, just so you can try to regain the upper hand in this conversation, you add with a cheeky smile, “And again on Monday. And yesterday- Twice.”

Flo leans back and folds her arms in front of her chest, the accusatory tone clear in her voice when she calls you out, "Pip."

"What?"

"What? It's Wednesday! Why didn't you tell me sooner? Just a text would have been enough, 'Hey bestie, just FYI-'" She lets out a heavy sigh and throws her hands up in defeat, "I hate you."

"I know you do," you tell her with a wink. You lean forward then and lower your voice, "I just wanted to keep him to myself for a few days-" you scrunch up your nose. "Just until the season starts."

She shrugs and nods, "Yeah, ok, that's fair."

"You'll be at Spa, right?" You minimise the video call and pull up your calendar, "Why don't we meet up Friday night? There's a nice restaurant in Malmedy we could go to. Catch up. Just us two?"

She nods, "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Good."

"Does Max know about this?" She waits until she sees you shake your head before she continues, "Pierre?"

"Nope," you reply, popping the 'p'. "Just you. Not that there's anything to talk about. It's just sex." You feel bad lying to your best friend but know it's for the best. At least for a little while longer.

"Oh babe, sure." She laughs, "You know they'll go and have 'the talk'-" she air-quotes the word, "-with him once they find out anyway, right?"

"Yeah," you sigh, cringing a little when you remember how both Max and Pierre, individually and without your knowledge, had cornered your last boyfriend at the Tuscan Grand Prix last year and told him that if he'd ever hurt you he'd be very sorry. Once you found out what they did you had called them into your office at Sochi, both of them together, and had given them a very stern talking to. "That's why I don't want to tell anyone just yet. Also because we're still figuring it out, you know?"

"Hmm," she agrees easily enough, either really not catching your lies or simply ignoring it for the sake of your friendship, "you know I won’t tell a soul, babe, but to be honest, they probably just need some time to get used to the idea of you guys hooking up though. You know how protective they are of you."

"Max is," you answer with a smile. "Your best friend just likes to stir the pot when it comes to my love life."

Flo lets out a laugh, "True." She leans closer again then and smiles deviously, “Ok. So second question, how was it?”

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as the memories start flooding back and bite your lip, scrunching your nose at the same time as you tell her, “So worth the wait.”

***

The rest of the day passes by in a blur, an urgent meeting taking up all of your afternoon and most of your evening, as you and your team try to figure out how to bring the news that the technical director has decided to completely stop developing the 2021 car and focus on the 2022 car instead. Haas has already made a similar announcement back in March, so you won’t be the first team to do so, but you know the press will have a field day with it nonetheless.

You’ve been using your bedroom as a makeshift office because even though you’re sure Carlos would never relay this information back to his team before the official press release, it’s not like you can ask him to sign a Non Disclosure Agreement either and so you rather not take any risks. When, after four hours, you can tell your team is in need of a break you suggest taking one and urge everyone to get some food and some fresh air and meet back here in an hour, not missing the relieved smiles when you see people muting themselves and getting up from wherever it is they’re working from at the moment.

You follow their example and make your way to the kitchen, hoping to throw together a quick salad and have at least one cup of coffee before going back. Piñon comes rushing towards you as soon as he sees you and after a few belly rubs he jumps up and sprints back outside, no doubt to go find Carlos, an excited bark escaping him when he spots his owner.

You can’t help but smile when Piñon comes running back not much later, proudly looking from Carlos, who’s walking behind him, to you and back, as if he wants you to know that he’s responsible for this reunion. He is, of course, and so you give him a treat from the box on the counter and scratch his ears, “Good boy.”

Carlos walks up at you and with one hand on your hip leans in and gives you a kiss, “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you nod, knowing there isn’t much else you can tell him. “It’s going to be another couple of hours for sure. I just came here to grab some dinner-”

“Say no more,” he grins as he lets go of you. He makes his way over to the fridge where he takes out a container that he hands you with a proud smile, “Here you go.”

You pout, your heart quite possibly bursting at this small gesture, “You made me dinner?”

“Of course I did,” he replies with a shrug, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “How long have you got? Can we eat here or do you have to go back?”

“We start again at seven,” you tell him as you open the container and see the salad he’s made. It’s like he’s read your mind and you’re not sure if it’s a happy coincidence or if he simply knows you this well. “This is perfect, thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it, cariño.”

***

It’s almost eleven at night when you finally emerge from your bedroom again, the press release written and ready to be sent out on Saturday. You stretch your arms above your head as you walk to the living room, trying to relieve some of the tension in your shoulders from sitting hunched over your laptop for so long.

Carlos is splayed out on the couch, watching a game of football that’s in its eighty-seventh minute and doesn’t look all that interesting if the nill-nill score is anything to go by. When he sees you walk up to him he holds out his arms and without saying anything you lie down on top of him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, exhaustion hitting you like a ton of bricks even though your head is still spinning. Carlos wraps his arms around you and holds you close, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you mutter against his skin, too tired to lift your head.

“You ok?”

You rub your nose against his neck, the now-familiar scent of his cologne grounding you, “Yeah, it’s just been a long day.”

He presses a kiss to your hair, “You want me to take you to bed?”

“No. Wanna stay,” you mumble even though you can feel your eyes growing heavy and you are slurring your words. You let out a content sigh, “This is nice.”

Carlos chuckles and tightens his hold, “It is.” He grabs onto your hips then and moves you to the side before he rolls himself on top of you, taking some of his weight off you by propping himself up on his elbows. Still, you feel him press against you and so you roll your hips instinctively, drawing out a sharp breath from him, “That’s not what this is about, cariño. You’re too tired.”

You let out a frustrated whine even though you know he’s right.

He leans in then and lets his lips ghost over yours, his tongue licking across your lower lip. When you open your mouth he deepens the kiss but there’s no rush behind it, almost like you’ve got all the time in the world.

Maybe you do.

You cross your arms behind his neck and pull him closer, relishing the way he’s boxing you in, most of his weight now on top of you, as you suck his tongue into your mouth, smiling into the kiss when you hear him groan in reply.

***

You must have made your way to the bedroom eventually because it’s where you wake up the next morning when Carlos’ alarm goes off. He shuts it off with a groan before he presses a kiss to your forehead and gets out of bed. There’s a meeting planned with both Yuki and Pierre at nine and so you get up not much later, taking a quick shower before you get dressed and turn on your laptop.

There’s still some time left before your call starts so you head to the kitchen for some breakfast and a cup of coffee, a little surprised to see an overcast sky outside. It’s not raining yet but when you sit down on the patio the promise of it hangs heavy in the air and you think you spot some thunderclouds in the distance. It doesn’t seem to bother Carlos, who currently is doing pull ups on a pull up bar he’s put up in the doorframe, and you can’t help but admire the view he offers.

“Looking good, Sainz,” you tell him as you slap his ass when you make your way back to the kitchen, letting out a laugh when you hear him chuckle and curse under his breath.

Your meeting doesn’t take too long and once you’re finished you tell your team you’re logging off for the day, asking them to call you if anything comes up, and set out to clean the house in preparation for Carlos’ parents arriving tomorrow because even though Carlos told you not to worry about it you want everything to be perfect.

***

Once you’re finished you and Carlos head out to the grocery store and if you thought it looked like you were feeding an orphanage before you were sorely mistaken because it takes you almost ten minutes to put all the groceries away this time.

“I’ll go check on the laundry,” you tell Carlos once everything has been cleared away, knowing you still have one more load to put in.

“I’ll take Piñon out for a walk,” Carlos replies, eyeing the sky suspiciously from inside the house. It still hasn’t rained but it’s growing more and more overcast, dark grey clouds blocking out the sun and the darkness makes it feel later in the day than it is. He grabs Piñon’s leash off the counter and whistles, the dog at his feet in an instant, looking at his owner expectantly. Carlos leans in and gives you a kiss, “See you in a bit.”

“Yep,” you nod and watch as the pair make their way outside. It’s been almost two weeks since Flo accused you of playing house with Carlos and even though you tried to fight it at first, still denying to yourself that there was anything going on between the two of you, you now wouldn’t want to have it any other way. You try not to think about having to leave all of this behind on Monday, not ready to give up on this safe space you seem to have created here, hidden away from the rest of the world.

It’s only a few days until you’ll see Carlos again at Spa but you know it’s going to be different, the paddock not the most ideal place to keep a relationship under wraps, especially with all those prying eyes and photographers around. After Spa it’s onto Zandvoort, then Imola, and then another two-and-a-half months before the season is over and you have a chance to spend more than just a few days with him again.

If he even wants to spend time together in between races.

There’s a little voice inside your head that wonders if maybe he doesn’t want any distractions until after the season. He’s currently sixth in the championship, his best result so far, a possibility to end up fifth or fourth. Even third place is still within reach and so you would understand if he’d choose to put all his focus on racing but- You shake your head, trying to clear your mind, understanding that this is a conversation you should have with him, instead of for him, and so you head down to the laundry room and focus on something you can control instead.

***

You shouldn’t laugh. Really you shouldn’t. Carlos looks miserable enough as is without you making fun of him but you just can’t help yourself, “Did you fall into the pool or-”

Carlos just glares at you. He’s absolutely waterlogged, the skies opening about fifteen minutes into his walk when he had passed the halfway point and there was no use in turning back anymore. There’s a steady drip of water falling from his hair and his shirt and shorts, a small puddle already forming on the kitchen floor. Piñon is sitting at his feet and almost looks out of sorts, as if he doesn’t remember he can simply shake the water off and be done with it.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you tell him, pursing your lips to keep from laughing. “I’ll go get some towels.” You rush to the bathroom and return with at least four of them, handing two to Carlos and crouching down in front of Piñon to help towel him dry. The dog lets his head rest on your shoulder as you set to work and your heart melts at the trust he seems to have in you.

Next to you Carlos strips out of his clothes, leaving him standing there in his boxers that are just as soaked as everything else and clinging to his skin in a way that has you stealing glances at them because Jesus- He cocks an eyebrow at you when he catches you, towel now ruffling through his hair, “My eyes are up here, cariño.”

“Hmm,” you reply absentmindedly, still not taking your eyes off where the fabric outlines his dick perfectly, your mouth watering at the thought of tasting him again, remembering how heavy he felt on your tongue and-

Carlos puts one hand on your chin and gently tilts it back to make you look at him, “You wanna use that pretty mouth of yours on me again?”

You swallow hard and nod, this time knowing exactly what it is he wants you to say, “Yes, papi.”

***

Carlos is shivering by the time you pull off him, opening your mouth to show his cum on your tongue before you throw him a wink and swallow. He holds out his hands to you and pulls you to your feet so he can kiss you. It’s filthy, him licking into your mouth and no doubt tasting himself and you moaning and pressing yourself against him, and when he pulls back a little and curses quietly against your mouth you can actually feel your knees go weak.

His hands trails down your side to the hem of your jeans, eager fingers tugging on the button, but you swat his hands away and shake your head, “Later.”

He pulls back so he can look at you, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Why?”

“You’re cold,” you state. It's then another shiver runs through him as if to help you prove your point and so you press a kiss to his cheek, “Go take a shower, babe. I’ll clean up here."

"You're too good to me." He gives you another kiss, more chaste this time, but still he lets his lips linger on yours.

"Go take a shower, Sainz," you tell him again as you smile against his mouth before you nip at his bottom lip. "No more shenanigans until tonight."

He groans in frustration but pulls back anyway, "So strict, cariño."

"Don't you forget it, babe."

***

The rain stops sometime during the night so when you get up the next morning, Carlos already up and busy with his workouts no doubt, and open the curtains, it feels as if the world has been washed clean, the grass a little greener, the sky a little clearer, and everything just a little bit brighter. Somehow it makes you feel a little less nervous about seeing Carlos' parents today, almost as if the world wants you to know it's going to be ok.

After a quick shower you get dressed and make your way to what you now consider to be your spot at the breakfast bar, firing up your laptop as you make yourself a cup of coffee before you check up on your work email and set out to finish your weekly to-do list. You're a little distracted by Carlos doing weighted squats just outside the window, risking a quick glance every now and then to make sure you don't miss the view he's offering.

You're almost done with your email when your phone chimes, letting you know you've got a new message. Pulling up your messaging app you're surprised to see Flo has sent you a cryptic:

'FRIENDS.’ Ahahahaha. No.

and a screenshot of an F1 Instagram fanpage.

When you tap the image and zoom in, your heart drops and you curse quietly. There's a picture of you and Carlos in the parking lot of the supermarket you went to yesterday. You are looking at something on your phone, probably reading the message Max sent you around that time, while Carlos, walking next to you with an arm draped across your shoulders, looks at you with a fond smile. There's a tag beneath the picture that reads 'Former Toro Rosso colleagues turned friends spotted shopping together in Mallorca.'

The picture in itself isn't too bad and it isn't the first time you and Carlos have had picture of the two of you together published online. Most notably after his second place and first ever F1 podium in Monza last year. You found him in the press pen after the race and without thinking pulled him into a hug to congratulate him and held on for maybe a little too long. One particular picture, taken at the exact moment where Carlos hid his face in the crook of your neck, his arms tight around your waist while you cradled his head with one hand, telling him how proud of him your were and how you knew his time would come, made it onto both your and his team's social media pages and gained a lot of likes and comments, most of his fans happy to see you were still such good friends

What got photographed yesterday wasn't even half as intimate as that moment and yet something has you- Worried. Maybe it's because the picture was taken without consent. Maybe it's because now the whole world knows you spent your summer break with Carlos, without them also knowing about what happened to preface this. Or maybe it's simply because of the way he's looking at you, all kind eyes and what seems to be a very smitten smile. All it takes is for one person to comment how cute of a couple you are or would be and then-

You wonder how many more pictures there are. Is this the only time someone has spotted you or have all your outings been photographed? Why hasn't your team picked up on this? Why hasn't his team picked up on this? Should you do something? Will it only make things worse if you ask them to take it down? What if they somehow find your Instagram post from yesterday? There's no way the whole 'just friends' angle would hold up if those ever got leaked. Should you delete them?

Then again, would it really be that bad if the world finds out? Yes, you decide easily enough, mostly because you don't want this to be how your friends - how Max and maybe even Pierre - find out. But even more so because then it wouldn't be on your own terms. Both of you would be forced into either acknowledging or denying this and- You shake your head. You're probably making too big of a deal out of it. No one has ever leaked your private pictures before so why would that happen now?

Deep down you know there's no reason to panic and yet you can't help but think that this will be some sort of turning point in your relationship and you hate how much it seems to be out of your control now.

You're so lost in thoughts you don't notice Carlos has finished his workout and is walking up to you and so you startle a little when you feel him wrap his arms around your waist before he lets his chin rest on your shoulder. You quickly lock your phone, not wanting him to see what has you so on edge.

He chuckles, "Did I scare you?"

"Little bit, yeah," you answer truthfully, suddenly feeling as if you’re being suffocated when he pulls you closer to his chest.

Carlos doesn't notice it, or maybe he pretends not to, and presses a kiss to the skin below your ear, "My parents will be here in an hour. I'm going to take a shower and maybe we can start on lunch after?"

"Yep," you reply flatly, trying your hardest to resist the urge to shrug him off. "I'll finish up here."

He must sense something is wrong then because he wraps his arms around you even tighter, kissing the top of your shoulder, "Don't worry, cariño. My parents already like you."

Ah. It makes sense that that is what he thinks this is about and so you decide to play along, hoping he won’t ask any more questions, "Yeah."

"Hey," Carlos lets go of you and puts his hands on your shoulders so he can make you face him. He looks worried, "Are you ok?"

"Yep," you say again, giving him your best media-trained smile as you try to come up with something that will make him back off. "Just a little nervous, that's all."

He furrows his brows, searching your face for something you know he'll find if you stand here any longer, because after years of dealing with the press together he must still know when you're not being completely honest and your smile is fake.

You know you can't lie to him and so you duck under his arm and gently push him in the direction of his bedroom, "Go. I'll get started here."

He doesn't say anything and does as he's told but, when he looks back at you from over his shoulder as he walks out of the kitchen, you can tell he doesn't believe you.

Shit.

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#Carlos Sainz fanfic #Carlos Sainz x reader #F1 fanfic #Carlos Sainz jr #Harley Sunday x Carlos Sainz jr #August Rush

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innytoes · 9 months

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Hehehe YouTuber au headcanons?

More Youtuber AU!

-So Carrie is clearly huge in the fashion and beauty and lifestyle spheres. She does brutally honest product reviews with stuff she buys herself (because fuck sponsorships that require you say nice things), makeovers for herself and Reggie into different styles, make-up tips and routines, and every now and then she goes all Rich Youtuber and surprises her subscribers with like, a shopping spree or buying poor kids their prom outfits or whatever.

-Reggie's favourite was the one where she got them both a full historically accurate Renaissance Faire get-up.

-Also of course Dirty Candi has its own channel and they do stuff for that too.

-Very few people link Carrie's cute hype-man and boyfriend Reggie to that video essay channel that goes really, really in depth into Star Wars lore and background details, mostly because he doesn't show his face on that one.

-Some people are like: hey isn't he that tiktok guy who films himself giving dogs at the park the most unhinged compliments. (Insert clip of Reggie telling a Pomeranian she could lead armies and help them win the skeleton war, while she wags and lets him pet her)

-Alex has a reaction channel where he does both shows and movies he's never seen/was never allowed to watch as a child, as well as like tiktok stories and memes. People like his snarky sense of humour. They also love whenever he does something horror, because he insists on watching it with his cute boyfriend, who is 100% not phased by anything and will be like: it's okay babe the werewolf is just tearing that guy apart. Remember, he deserved it, he was rude to that gas station attendant trying to warn them not to go into Werewolf Woods.

-Willie doesn't have a youtube but he does post sick skateboard tricks on tiktok.... sometimes in locations he Should Not Be.

-Flynn has a channel where she makes parody songs and raps. Julie and the guys are sometimes featured.

-They all live together in a big mansion and people are like: OMG IT'S ANOTHER YOUTUBE HYPE HOUSE and Carrie is like: um no, this is my fucking house and the others just live here because else it gets boring and also Reggie is like a sad puppy if he doesn't get to hang out with his friends at least an hour every day.

-Julie as a Sims Youtuber. She started playing a lot after her mom died because you can turn on the Sims and forget about everything and suddenly it's four hours later, and she needed that at the start to just get through the days. She's got a few long-running series that are very popular.

-Julie is the only one going to school because her Tía would murder her if she dropped out of college to become a youtuber. Ray promises her he'll be proud no matter what she does but also he doesn't really understand Youtube and how you can make a living with it. He's very happy to help film on bigger projects or give camera advice to everyone, though.

-Everyone has guest starred on Carlos' ghost hunter show and people keep wondering how the hell he knows all these famous youtubers because he's such a small channel.

-Luke is the guy who is like: COME ON GUYS YOUTUBE ISN'T A VALID CAREER WE NEED TO BE DISCOVERED AS A BAND THE OLD FASHIONED WAY. He's like a cryptid that pops up in the background of everyone's videos. There's special Youtube Compilations of him from across the different channels, and he HATES IT.

#youtuber au #julie and the phantoms #carriexreggie #willex #the only time Luke had fun was when Flynn did a rock parody and he got to actually play #one time carrie did a sportswear review and reggie tried on the leggings and top as well #and let's just say he Broke a Specific Part Of Tumblr with that

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ilprinciperosso · 2 years

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Let’s go on another rant. So here’s the thing: I’m a strongly believer in the fact that, as long as you’re respectful and don’t insult anyone, it’s completely ok to have a favourite driver inside the team you support.

I’ve recently seen on socials people debating wether it’s right or wrong that fans have a favourite, more specifically the dilemma it’s about tifosi preferring Charles over Carlos. So here’s why, in my opinion, tifosi, especially Italian ones (being Italian that’s where I feel like I can give a bit of insight), may like Charles better.

1. Charles is a home grown talent, he went through the minor categories being a FDA driver. He’s been part of the academy for years and he’s had a connection with Ferrari even prior to that. Obviously fans of the team would love for someone the scuderia has shown faith in, succeed.

2. He’s a Ferrari fan. As Seb said “everybody is a Ferrari fan” on a certain level. The thing is: with Charles you can truly see he’s a tifoso himself. I’m sure Carlos loves Ferrari, but do I see in him the same love Charles carries for the team… I’m sorry, but I really don’t. I believe one of the reasons why tifosi love Charles so much is because we can see ourselves in his love for Ferrari (I may argue he may love it even more than the majority of tifosi)

3. He’s loyal. It’s no secret that he received offers from other teams, but he never had a doubt and stayed with Ferrari. He did so ‘cause his dream is to win a WDC with Ferrari and I feel we’re lucky ‘cause other drivers may have changed team already. He stayed with scuderia trough the horrors of 2020, dragging that red tractor to remarkable positions. He worked trough 2021 when wasn’t lucky at all and new fans where praising Carlos for beating him (I don’t even wanna go there, ‘cause that's just another rant waiting to be written).

He never said anything bad about the team, even when everybody would have justified it. Like in Monaco, he just said “WE can’t be doing these mistakes”... I would have honestly been okay with him killing the strategists, but he didn’t. In Silverstone you could see he was down and he wasn’t probably agreeing with the strategy. Was he screaming bloody murder, as he should have? No, he said “He was no one to ask Ferrari for clarification” and that “he didn’t want his sadness to overshadow Carlos’ win”. I could never do that, and I feel a lot of current drivers couldn’t either.

4. He’s humble, to the point he’s almost self-deprecating sometimes. He will blame himself first, work on what he could have done better, and then check if it was also someone else’s fault. With Carlos, and in this case I feel like it could be a wrong perception I have of him in interviews, he’s kind of taking the blame, but then adding he was unlucky and that it was also not his fault.

I’m not saying a driver should take the blame for something that’s out of their control, but Charles does it and to tifosi it feels as if he’s protecting the team doing so.

5. This may be something I perceive, but other people don’t. Charles feels more like an Italian than Carlos does. It may be due to the fact that there’s a lot of Italians in Monaco, or simply because he grew up in Ferrari, but I swear... Italians are this close to adopt him as one of our own.

6. He won in Monza. Do I need to add anything else?

7. His personality is very soft and endearing. Is he really like that? We’ll never know, but the perception you get of Charles is of someone kind, soft spoken and, at the same time, goofy, silly and funny. This in an environment were, up until a few years ago, you were supposed to be brash and arrogant, to assert superiority. I couldn't say if his PR team deserves more money, or if he’s really like that, but I’m prone to believe that’s the way he is.

He’s always kind to fans, down to earth and polite... to the point where sometimes I’d like to see him get angry, but he doesn’t. He’s tifosi sweetheart and if he won’t be rude and defend himself, you can be sure we will.

8. Last, but not least, he’s insanely talented. We wouldn’t be here discussing why tifosi love him if he wasn’t a good driver.

He’s been incredibly fast from the beginning. And that’s the talent he was born with: you can see it in qualy when he manages to find those extra tenths where nobody else can. But the problem is that people will say he’s relying on his talent only, and that’s just not real. He had areas where he wasn’t just as gifted and he worked hard to get better (like tires management). He worked on his mental strength. He learnt from his teammates, focusing on areas where he was lacking something. And that’s why he’s become the driver he’s now.

Also, and this is where my analysis will become 100% subjective and kinda philosophical, Charles in Ferrari feels like fate. I don’t know weather it’s because of his personal history or not, but he’s destined to be in red.

This is where “il predestinato” or “il principe rosso” come from. He’s Ferrari, as much as tifosi are. He’s both the heartbreak of a loss and the indescribable joy of a win.

And if all of this reasons weren’t enough… he’s faster than his teammate. Since f1 is about winning that alone would justify why tifosi are picking him over Carlos.

#charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #il predestinato

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chicgeekgirl89 · 1 year

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Packing a Piece

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand

Rating: T

Summary:

“Yeah, I’m not really a talk-it-out kind of person,” T.K. mumbles around the lip of the glass as he takes a sip.

“So I’ve noticed,” Carlos tells him, a knowing smile on his face. “I believe your motto is ‘punch first, questions later?’”

“You’re never going to let that go, huh?” T.K. asks, wincing at the reminder of his recent bar brawl.

“The image of you in handcuffs, looking like a cranky, beat up alley cat? Probably not.”

A/N: I always love the early days of a ship. The will they/won't they. The longing looks. The miscommunications. Here for all of it. So when a happy little fic involving the darts scene came into my brain, I took it and ran. Also this fic has one of the dirtiest lines I've ever written, so if my mom ever finds this...I'm sorry.

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This was not how he’d planned to spend the evening. He glares across the room at Judd Ryder, chomping on the straw in his drink as the activity of the bar swirls around him. God, he’s literally never met someone more infuriating, someone more rude…who the hell does this guy think he is?

“Your turn.”

Carlos’ voice draws T.K. back to the game at hand and he looks up to see the other man smiling as he holds out a couple of darts. Right. He’s on a date. One he should definitely have said no to given his current fury at his teammate.

Two hours ago he’d stormed out of the firehouse and run smack dab into a firm torso.

Strong arms grabbed hold of him to keep him from toppling over. “Whoa,” Carlos said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” T.K. said, distracted by his bad mood. He just wanted to get out of here and as far away from Judd as he possibly could.

“Trying to add assaulting an officer to your rap sheet?” Carlos asked.

That got his attention and the uncertainty must have shown on his face because Carlos smiled. “I’m kidding.”

“Right,” T.K. said. He frowned. “What are you doing here?”

Carlos actually blushed and it was so fucking cute it made T.K.’s heart skip a beat. “Oh, I, um, I…kind of came to see if you’d give me another shot.”

T.K. raised his eyebrows.

“Listen, I—I guess I wasn’t completely honest with you, or myself,” Carlos said. “The one night stand, fuck buddies kind of thing…it’s not me. And I don’t want to put any pressure on you or anything but…I like you. So I thought I would take my chances and see if you wanted to go on a date. With me. Tonight.”

The word “date” immediately made T.K. balk. That wasn’t a lifestyle he wanted anymore. Love ‘em and leave ‘em seemed like a much better, less heartbreaking option. Plus he’d already bared far more of his soul to Carlos than he was comfortable with during his brief incarceration. Better to walk away while he still had at least a little dignity left.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he said slowly.

“Just one drink,” Carlos urged. “Well, I mean, not a DRINK drink, obviously because…” His hands fluttered around aimlessly as he tried to recover from his verbal fumble and he let out a nervous half chuckle. “Okay I told myself I wouldn’t screw this up, but I guess I did. So, never mind. It’s fine.”

The sight of strong, brawny, hot-as-hell Officer Reyes looking for all the world timid and shy made him weak. “Okay,” he’d said before he could stop himself.

Carlos had frozen. “Really?”

How could he say no to those beautiful, soft, guileless brown eyes? And he really did kind of owe the guy after being such a dick the last couple times they’d been together.“Yeah. Sure. Let’s grab a drink or whatever.”

And now here he is, in a bar, pissed as hell, and the subject of his ire is across the room, further souring his mood. He can’t even have a date in peace. Judd “Stop Acting Like the Coach’s Son” Ryder has to ruin that too.

He needs to relax, to blow off some steam, and forget that the people working alongside him at the firehouse are the most judgmental, ass-backward, hillbillies he’s ever met. And hopefully, if he plays his cards right, there will be some blowing of other things later. Judging by the way Carlos keeps checking out his ass when he thinks T.K.’s not looking, his chances seem pretty good.

Although T.K. might ruin everything if he keeps complaining. Nobody wants a cranky lay.

“You know, if I was a less secure man, I might be bothered by the fact that I worked up the nerve to ask you out, and you’ve spent the entire night talking about another guy,” Carlos finally says after T.K. mouths off yet again.

He should apologize. But he doesn’t. Instead he presses on, practically goading Carlos into calling time of death on this miserable date over his assholery. He doesn’t deserve to be with someone as good as Carlos anyway. This is the third time in a row that he’s been a jerk to the man, and he really doesn’t understand why the guy keeps coming back for more.

A tiny voice in the back of T.K.’s mind whispers that he’s self-sabotaging yet again, but he tells it to shut up and reminds it that at least he’s not shooting up or getting the crap beat out of him to deal with it this time.

“You think he’s right?” he asks. It’s a challenge, a test, one designed to make Carlos fail so T.K. can prove to the world that he’s still a screw-up that no one could possibly ever want.

Carlos doesn’t say anything, just tosses another couple darts at the board, then waits for T.K. to go collect them.

“Do you?” he finally asks.

It makes T.K.’s blood boil. Because yeah, that is one of his greatest fears. That he’s only here because of his dad. That he’ll never be good enough on his own. And he doesn’t like anyone to push on that particularly tender part of his ego. “You know I’m holding a dart?” he says, sending Carlos a pointed look.

Carlos’ answer is immediate. “And I’m packing a piece.”

T.K. freezes in surprise at the snappy response. It’s just enough to break through his inner monologue and get him to fully pay attention to the gorgeous, completely ripped, incredibly good at sex stuff, man in front of him. “That’s hot,” he says, thoughts of Judd Ryder and his terrible day slowly melting away.

Carlos gives him a charming little smile. “Do I finally have your attention now?”

T.K. leans closer, amusement and desire swirling in his gut. “Yes.”

“Good.” Carlos cocks his head to the side and then swipes the dart from T.K.’s hand. “Because I want you fully present when I kick your ass.”

Carlos does kick his ass, not a surprise considering the man wears a gun as part of his uniform. But T.K. doesn’t do too badly either. And despite the fact that he came into this with a chip on his shoulder…it’s fun. Carlos is sweet and snarky and unbelievably good. He’s kind to T.K., the bar staff, the people who walk by. And god help him, T.K. feels something stirring inside himself that he’d thought had died on the floor of his New York apartment five months ago.

“Okay, how are you doing that?” T.K. asks when Carlos hits his sixth or seventh bullseye of the night.

“Practice,” Carlos says with a shrug. “I can show you if you want.”

He steps up behind T.K., his lips right by T.K.’s ear as he speaks. “Relax your body,” he says, his hands skimming gently over T.K.’s frame, positioning him just so. “I like to line my shoulder up with the bull’s eye.”

The warmth of his breath on T.K.’s neck causes goosebumps to rise along his skin. Carlos’ hips bump up against him and he sucks in a sharp breath. This is…beyond a turn-on.

“Then you just draw back and let it go,” he says, giving T.K. a quick pat on the ass before he steps back. “Go get ‘em champ.”

The heat T.K. was feeling seconds ago immediately turns into annoyance at the obvious reference to Judd’s words. He sends Carlos a scowl. “I’m glad my workplace harassment is funny to you.”

“Are you going to take the shot? Or should I have your dad come over here and coach you from the sidelines?” Carlos asks, a sassy grin on his face as he needles T.K.

T.K. rolls his eyes, but he draws his arm back and gives the dart a toss. It hits only millimeters off of center.

“Nice,” Carlos says. “Keep practicing and maybe next time you’ll beat me.”

Next time. Like this isn’t a one time thing. Like Carlos wants to see him again even though T.K. has tried his damndest to fuck this evening up. Who the hell is this guy?

“So I was thinking—“

“You want to get out of here?” T.K. asks, cutting him off.

“Yes,” Carlos says immediately. “Let me close our tab.”

He’s back in less than two minutes and then it’s a short drive to his place where they immediately lose themselves in an already familiar rhythm of lips and hands and teeth and skin.

“Well that was fun,” Carlos says when they’re both laid flat out on his bed, a satisfied smile on his face as he pulls his briefs back into place.

“You deserved some fun after I was such a crappy date,” T.K. tells him as he reaches for his own briefs, which have gotten hung up on a lamp.

Carlos’ face immediately drops. “Wait, you didn’t—T.K. you didn’t come over here because you felt obligated to, right?”

God this man is so damn good, it almost physically pains him. “No,” T.K. says quickly. “No, I—that’s not what I meant I was just…”

“Because if you felt like I pressured you into any of what just happened or thought I had some kind of expectation—“

“No, Carlos, it’s okay,” T.K. says, reaching out and putting a hand on his thigh for reassurance. “I was being self deprecating. I promise, I wanted everything we just did as much as you.”

Carlos relaxes. “Okay good.” He looks down at T.K.’s hand. “You’re really hard on yourself, you know that?”

“Not hard enough according to Judd,” T.K. says with a roll of his eyes, then inwardly cringes for bringing that up again. He truly is a terrible date. No wonder Alex left him for someone else.

“Have you ever thought that maybe whatever Judd is saying, it’s not about you?”

The question catches him by surprise and so does the earnestness in Carlos’ eyes. “What else could it be about?” T.K. asks.

Carlos shrugs. “His marriage. Money. His truck.”

T.K. snorts a laugh. “You think he bit my head off because he’s upset about his truck?”

“You’re in Texas now. Men love their trucks. Sometimes more than their wives,” Carlos tells him as he gets up and heads into the bathroom. “What I’m saying is, usually when people are mad, it’s about more than what they say it is.” He returns with two glasses of water, one of which he hands to T.K. “I’ve known Judd a long time. He’s a good guy. And he’s been through a lot lately. Might be worth it to try and talk it out.”

“Yeah, I’m not really a talk-it-out kind of person,” T.K. mumbles around the lip of the glass as he takes a sip.

“So I’ve noticed,” Carlos tells him, a knowing smile on his face. “I believe your motto is ‘punch first, questions later?’”

“You’re never going to let that go, huh?” T.K. asks, wincing at the reminder of his recent bar brawl.

“The image of you in handcuffs, looking like a cranky, beat up alley cat? Probably not,” Carlos says, leaning back and giving T.K. a spectacular view of all the muscles in his abdomen. The man is built like a freaking god.

“An alley cat? Seriously?” he asks.

Carlos shrugs. “I saw what I saw.”

“You’re very lucky that you’re hot,” T.K. tells him with a roll of his eyes. He takes a peek as his phone. “I should probably get going.”

“Or…”

“Or…what?”

Carlos leans forward and presses a searing kiss to his lips. “Or you could stay a little longer. And give me a new memory of you in handcuffs,” he says, soft eyes going dark and stormy.

T.K. stays.

“I had a good time tonight,” Carlos says a couple hours later as he walks T.K. to the door. He had made it very clear that T.K. could stay over but…he’s not there yet.

“Good,” T.K. says, throwing on a cocky smile. “I’d hate to think all my hard work upstairs was for nothing.”

Carlos gives him an exasperated look. “I mean the whole thing T.K. The date, the sex, all of it.”

“You are not going to tell me you think tonight falls into the category of a ‘good date,’” T.K. says incredulously. “I was being a dick the entire time.”

Carlos shrugs. “You had a rough day. It happens. I still had fun.” He steps forward and runs a finger flirtatiously down T.K.’s chest, toying with the top button of his shirt. “Besides, I like being someone who can put a smile back on your face.”

Stunned is an understatement. This is…he’s really not used to being treated like this. Like he’s allowed to have bad moments. Like maybe Carlos isn’t going to just use him and then walk away. Like maybe Carlos actually…likes him. Not just tolerates him or wants him for sex.

“Can I see you again? Maybe this weekend?” Carlos asks, that sweet, innocent look in his eyes. The one that turns the “no” in T.K.’s throat into a “yes” by the time it reaches his tongue.

T.K. nods, uncertainty shifting around inside him like the open seas in a storm. “Yeah.”

“Great.” Carlos smiles and then leans in, capturing T.K.’s lips in a soft kiss. “It’s a date.”

T.K.’s mind whirls as he slips into his cab. What the hell is happening to him?

#Tarlos #1x03 #Texas Proud #Tarlos Fic #911lsfic #Carlos Reyes #T.K. Strand #TK Strand

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descendants-brat · 1 year

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Three questions:

What do you think about the book Aks and Vks(that is if you read the books)

Do you believe that descendants could have been a animated series from the start with ALL descendants kids and not just Mal

Who do you think got the worst treatment in the descendants fandom? AK version: Ben, Audrey, Lonnie or Chad?(or all 4)

I've read some of each book so I can answer briefly but I haven't ever sat down and read them all cover to cover back to back so excuse me if I left some things out.

1.) Pre-descendants (blank on which one was the prequel I think it was Isle of the lost not 100% though) Audrey was more naïve, honestly don't think I would've cared for her character if they kept her similar to female movie version Ben. I would've felt bad for her but I actually like movie Audrey more. A lot of fanfiction Audrey matches book Audrey's personality instead of Movie Audrey. I like that Audrey has a rougher personality, similar to the vks I relate Mal's d2 whole I'm not good enough and Evie's One kiss "maybe I'm just too bad" to her movie character because Audrey was selfish but she wasn't supposed to be she's a princess and I would've like to see how she struggled with that. In the books it's more or less non existent.

As for Ben I like him a lot more in the movies than in the books, I'm 50/50 on his book character. I think he's an ass, in the prequel it's implied that one of the only reasons he specifically picks Mal to come off the Isle because he has dreams about her (aka romantically interested) making it seem like he doesn't actually care for the Isle kids he just wanted to get himself a girl off of there. He's rude to Audrey, He basically implies that because he's becoming King his life is much harder than her fairy tale life and he thinks it's boring. He acknowledges that he doesn't even like her but continues to go out of these nicely planned dates with her. They make it seem like he's so tired and bored of everything in his life and that he's really only actively participating in friendships and relationships because he doesn't have anything else to do and takes the chance of bringing VKs into it to spice it up. They also instead of making it solely Mal's decision try to imply that Ben agreed with this decision instead of being pressured into it. Other than that he does seem like good o'l Ben there are sad moments were his insecurities of not being a good King are showed that I appreciated.

As for VKs

The Demon is worse than ever still the same terrible person that she is, except it's even worse now that I read her thoughts from the book.

Evie was shady sometimes but more or less the same character. They did give Carlos and Jay more lines and depth but I just feel like their characters book or movie version were never fully fleshed out. They have small characteristics that shows you hey it's this character talking but other times it's like you could switch the dialogue and say it's Jay talking here instead of Carlos and I wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

Uma is very close to her movie adaptation in my opinion, probably because she was only a movie character at first so the writer didn't have to struggle with giving a character a personally than having to change it when the movie decides to change it.

2.) If you mean make it so all the characters got equal screen time if it was a series than yeah I do. I know we all hate how it became the Mal show but I honestly struggle to see how they would flesh out each character in the last two movies anyway which is why you, myself and a lot of other people think it should've been a series so that all characters could've have an arc. Maybe then it wouldn't be "Mal and anybody she likes=right and anybody else= wrong"

3.) Worst treatment hands down Ben and Audrey but in general I think the fans are too hard on all the AKS especially the boy ones. Jane was forgiven, Lonnie is just there, there's nothing really to hate besides her hypocrisy. But Doug is shitted on because he was an insecure teenage boy who as a form of comedy relief calmy asked if Evie was seeing someone else and then tried to list his good points so that if Evie was seeing someone else she'd pick him over them. Chad is...a chad I do think it's unfair how the fandom hates him for using Evie but completely ignores the fact that she was doing the same thing. She didn't care about him and he didn't care about her why should one be hated over the other. Movie Chad really wasn't as much of a playboy as they tried to make him (I don't like Chad) but the only girl we see him show real interest in is Audrey. Everybody knows I don't think he was wrong for what he said at family day either it's just a strong bias against AKs.

Ben gets shitted on to lift up Mal like the series doesnt even jump start because of him. She gets credited for a lot of things he's done or should have been in charge of but gets shitted on for all the bad stuff that is never really his fault. Mal tries to spell him he rightfully gets angry and somehow he's pushing on being an abusive boyfriend??? If it's not from Mal fans it's unfortunately from Audrey fans blaming him for the Did I mention scene when he was clearly drugged. There's way more but let's cut it short.

Nothing Audrey can do is right in this fandom, when she didn't get herself involved with the Vks and didn't blindly trust them She's a mean girl she's a bully. When she snaps after having her life turned upside down, being betrayed and dropped by everyone she knows including adults and her family and is left lonely and isolated while being forced to watch the girl who's family now has a pattern of fucking hers over, she's over dramatic and doing too much over a high school break up and should be punished. Meanwhile most likely their favorite characters have either a similar personality to Audrey's or have done actions similar to hers that have gone unpunished (Looking at all the C4)

#disney descendants #descendants #anti mal bertha #anti mal

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adrena-dine · 2 years

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Monaco GP 2022 : a summary

Not the drivers doing a field day at the festival of Cannes

Charles said « race orders ? We don’t do that here »

Pierre is a suit made me weak 👉🏼👈🏼

Max and Checo catching ducks in a pool ? Monaco’s atmosphere isn’t the same as it was

Ferrari’s TikTok account has turned into a Charles’ thirst trap one 😳 we must stay focus brothers we must stay focus

valtteri and Lewis are another level of relationships with your former teammate. Exchanging helmets ? Boring 🙄 offering nudes ? Innovating and appreciated

The fact that Lewis is going to have a pic of Bottass in his living room is sending me

Seb explaining how did run after robbers. This man is a legend fr

Mercedes having some beef with the fia and hiding their stickers on the car. I’m living for this sassy behaviour 💅🏼💅🏼💅🏼

Lando joking about his own poor health 🥴

Charles still doing his lil pee pee break whenever he can during FP (he stopped peeing in bushes tho)

Mattia holding on his bike for his dear life bc he was scared for him, protective dad mode was on

Yukierre is still in its honeymoon phase and it making me go hihihihihi

Nah Yuki trying to break into Pierre’s room several room ??? They’re not even hiding anymore

Brocedes sharing an elevator, funny innit ?

Amazing helmets 😍

Charles’ awful pants, even him didn’t like it 🤠

Alex sharing where the drivers live in Monaco, that’s dangerous sir 😭

Mess in quali, as expected

Daniel crashing and his engineer asking about the car first 🤪 everything is going well between and his team I’m so happy 🥰🥰🥰

Max checking on him tho 🥲 if your engineer doesn’t do it, your bestie will ❤️

But my boi Andreas said the crash wasn’t his fault bc the engineers messed up his setup. Do they think he can be like an experiment for them ?

Lewis casually saying that if he was a random fan, he would be a Charles’ stan. He’s one of us, one of us 🫡

Red flag for nothing in quali ???? Anyway Pierre got ROBBED

Charles leclerc is the king of Monaco, is the cursed over ? He even slept better than previous years

Boy was doing the quali lap of his time

Stroll’s scream ✋🏼😭

Max being mad af about not finishing his car then going to congratulate Charles like 🥰🥰🥰 and then being mad af again

Checo decided to say « hello 😘 » to the wall and Carlos decided to say « hello 😘 » to Checo. We love besties

Hamilton car sliding as he was driving on Ice

Josh Capito casually taking pictures of the underbody of a Ferrari 🤨 that’s weird, that’s suspicious

Mick looking out for Seb during drivers parade 🥺

Delayed start for a little bit of rain

And then it was pouring 😬😬😬

haas’ twitter admin was on fire again 🤪

One hour of delay at the end 💀

Latifi doing a latifi

Max and Checo crossing the pit lane line but didn’t get anything

Mick’s horrendous crash, I’m so glad he is fine

Esteban putting all his estesussy in his defence and then he got unfairly penalised. I guess FIA was enjoying the monégasque champagne like the guests

Btw most of them were rude towards f1 ppl ☺️☺️☺️☺️ aaaah rich ppl doing rich ppl things 🥰🥰

Kevin and Alex retired but we don’t even know why ?? I know a lot was happening at the moment but pls share the info

Red flags, VSC, safety cars, we got them all 🤪

NAH MA BOI PIERRE WAS GOING THE RACE OF HIS LIFE

Overtakes??? In Monaco ????

Choo Choo Alonso the train was leading his lil wagons

FIA YOU BETTER NOT CANCEL THIS RACE I KNOW IT’S BORING BUT IT’S LIKE FAMILY DINNER, IF YOU MISS IT YOU MAY MISS SOMETHING AMAZING

I know you miss it…SCUDERIA CLOWNERY AND THEIR MESSY STRATEGIES ARE BACK HIHIHI, I knew it was weird that they didn’t pull out one already this year

Carlos’ driving Tokyo drift mode like and Guanyu did the exact same 😳

Charles getting robbed and his best opponent being his own team

The last laps were basically the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. Just pure pain.

He finished a Monaco GP for the first time… better than nothing I guess?

I’ll never forget his raging screams

Congrats to Checo for his victory 🥳 (not him falling on his car tho)

And Carlos saved Ferrari’s day lol

FIA said « no❤️ » to Ferrari’s complains

See y’all later besties

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desert-bluffs-and-me · 1 year

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Not every autistic person is like Carlos and saying they'd have to be so in order to actually be autistic is really ableist. I was just sharing something I thought you might be interested in you didn't have to be so rude about it. Is it really so hard to just say oh wow yeah that's good evidence he had autism cool or is it too hard to let autistic fans have anything?

I never said Cecil would have to have the same traits as Carlos to be Autistic????? When I mentioned Carlos I meant that it was made really clear to us, as listeners/readers of It Devours!, that they really did mean for him to be Autistic. We went from casual observations of Carlos' social difficulties, SpIn in his work, fave numbers and stimming to additional confirmation that he has trouble telling when somebody is joking, takes things literally sometimes and has sensory needs. That made it very clear that it was Autism and not just that Carlos was quirky/eccentric. For Cecil there's just too much going on (for me) to say yeah it's Autism for absolute sure. He grew up in NV where the social culture/cues are different so might appear odd/incorrect to us but is very typical for NV this includes his stubborn views on things like education. He had a traumatic upbringing which likely stunted his social and maybe developmental growth. He has Depression. He could have whatever mental illness his mother had if you believe in mental illnesses 'running in families'. He has traits of ADHD/ADD (imo and you've seen my post so you know what I mean) which overlap with some Autistic traits people keep saying he has.

All of these things can be very much seen in canon without having too much doubt cast upon them (imo). You are absolutely free to headcanon him as Autistic, or any combination of ND as you like, or completely NT and just eccentric. I'm just not interested in having differing hc's pushed into my inbox as if I were 'wrong' about my own interpretation (you literally said 'did you know he's actually probably autistic' though I'm paraphrasing). Also yeah hi, Autistic fan here! Not preventing any of us from having anything! I'm sorry if I came off as rude before or now but I'm not replying to anything but an apology from you at this point :)

#anon #cecil palmer #cecil gershwin palmer

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gamerbearmira · 1 year

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So I thought of an au where the madrigal grandchildren got temporary look-alikes to protect them from Alma and the village.

These look-alikes are the "done with the bs" version of the madrigal grandchildren and children. I can't decide the timeline, the look-alikes either came out post-movie or after Casita fell.

Mirabel's "twin" is named Bel

Dolores's "twin" is named Lolo

Isabela's "twin" is named Bela

Luisa's "twin" is named Lulu

Camilo's "twin" is named Milo(or Carlos, I haven't decided)

Bruno's "twin brothers" are named Hernando and Jorge

Pepa's "twin" is named Pepi or Pep

Julieta's "twin" is named Julie

Antonio's "twin" is named tonito

The husbands don't know what to do at this point in life.

The only way you can tell them apart is by their constant scowls/glares, darker colors, and messier/ripped-up clothes. They kind of look like the "evil" version of Bruno but still themselves.

Bel for example:

Normal side

Scary version

They got fangs, slightly pale skin, a 7-foot frame, and claws. They only show their claws, and fangs, and enhance their height when they're extremely angry(which is often)

When they aren't cussing villagers(or alma) out they usually just hang around their OG counterparts and are shockingly calmer and nicer. They don't force their OG counterparts to relax but they don't let them work either.

Pepi encourages Pepa's storms

"stop hiding your emotions, let them be big, let them be PROUD"

Milo doesn't let Camilo transform or babysit unless he truly wants to.

"just be yourself hermano, if they don't like it, f*ck em"

Lolo doesn't allow Dolores to listen in on gossip anymore and they both will spend their day reading or gushing about Mariano.

"stop invading other people's privacy it's rude and disrespectful...let's go see Mariano instead"

*lolo yanks Dolores to Mariano's house*

Bela let Isabela be wild, no more senorita perfecta

"YES, Mora cactuses, more carnivorous flowers, more colors, NO MORE SENORITA PERFECTA". Oh yeah, Bela called off the proposal

Lulu doesn't let Luisa lift anything that's even remotely heavy

"Sit here" Lulu points down at the peaceful grassy meadow

"ok" Luisa sits down

"I don't want you lifting anything for the rest of the day...now relax"

Julie doesn't let Julieta cook for the village anymore

"those people have never done anything for you except eat your food, NO MORE"

Bel constantly reminds Mirabel of her worth,

"you are more special without a gift Hermana and you need to see that, all you did was try, but did alma see it? no. Did anyone else besides your parents see it? no. You are strong Mirabel, don't you ever forget it"

Tonito isn't really angry but if Alma or anyone tries to make Antonio do any work he'll snap at them, otherwise he's just as sweet as Antonio.

"I don't want you around him, you're a meanie, DON'T make me repeat myself" *death stare*

With Hernando and Jorge...you better not even look at Brno wrong let alone say something wrong

"is that guy staring at you?" Jorge asks Bruno while looking at whoever's looking at them straight in the eye

"oh no guys please don't do this" Bruno already knows what's about to happen

"Do they have a problem?" Hernando starts to puff out his chest and gives the person the death stare

"I think he has a problem" Jorge replies

"let's give him a problem then" Hernando adds while marching up to the person, fully showing himself.

The look-alikes can be invisible when they please but it's kind of a rare occasion, they only are invisible when they don't feel like interacting with people.

Like I said before, when they aren't threatening people they are usually just protective and angry older siblings.

The madrigal husbands, Alma, and the village during these events

I call it the protectors au

Me. I wouldn’t need one cause I personally wouldn’t let nobody talk to me any kind of way. But regardless, this is still cool‼️‼️ Ngl, if I saw any of them mfs I would. Not interact with them tbh. Call me a coward but I’d be scared out of my mind 💀

Mfs are always scowling. Husbands are confused asfffffff 😭

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #protectors AU

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ahumblenipple · 2 years

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hi hi! anon again! pls write as much as you want, I love reading opinions! yes it's unfortunate that we didn't get moreau and heisen parts once we were in the beneviento manor i thought we were going to go through them too, or that we'd get anything on the lords (you can only hear heisenberg at the beginning during the fall) but alas :(

about the duke, that wasn't the duke, that was a creature made by mirander in her first experiment to see if she could glue a person back together and/or replicate them out of the parts she could find within the megamycete, same thing as the many roses: amnesiac beings with some chunks of original personality and some power (it's all in the lore dump lab + some notes in the castle)

and Ethan? an rose? Ethan ;_; ;____; sasdfghjhg my precious little moldy babies - the return to the Winters' house and the letter* killed me dead and the convo and hug at the end! i just - tears, tears everywhere

*confirmed: Ethan takes care of Rose most of the time, sings her to sleep, wants to make her breakfast and take her to school

also chris and mia confirmed terrible guardians: never told Rose anything about Ethan other than 'he died protecting you', like she literally says 'i don't know the first thing about him'. like how just HOW could they for 16 years not say anything else wtF man. also ok mia was in the picture until she was 5 at least and then rose later says 'haven't seen mom in ages' so mia went mia for some years til the dlc happens... and Rose doesn't exactly sound all that broken up about it. also also chris trying to reclute her into hws... knowing how she feels about her powers/self and about her wanting to be a normal teen... *sigh* *grabs m and c and punts them towards the sun* sorry for the rant! just needed it out

Also no apologies for writing a lot! I clearly have too much of my brain fixated on these weirdos so I love hearing about it too.

MORE THOUGHTS BELOW

With the duke it was more so that the image was there and he was MEAN that got me all sad. I love that chubby bastard and it hurt having him as an antagonist

You're right though with the whole megamycete saving consciousness of whoever it interacts with, so of course it had chunks of him Miranda could play with too

AND AS FOR FATHER OF THE YEAR HIMSELF

I once again feel fucking robbed by Capcom. A lovely character that was reduced to nothing more than a plot device for the sake of the overarching story of the rest of the series

They don't exactly have the greatest history of treating characters well, but considering the survival of so many other protagonists in the games (Carlos and Sheva who were also just sort of side protagonists who live) It's frustrating that they had to nuke Ethan like that.

AND MIA AND CHRIS

I had heard rumor about Chris potentially being used as a villain? Corruption arc? Idk, but it makes sense they would use this as a bit of a set up if that's the case

The man who spent the last 20 years fighting everything imaginable and getting betrayed along the way may or may not start to slip

But to keep information about Rose's dad away from her??? When the guy was a one man army??? Full of love???? Rude.

And then Mia of course. 😬

So much of her at this point just feels villainous to me, considering how Rose was made, her involvement with the connections, being in Romania, knowing Miranda prior to everything

Idk if there will be further answers on her lack of involvement but yeah, not the iddeal parent

ESPECIALLY WHEN ETHAN WAS AN OPTION

Again just feels like the characters were reduced to plot points rather than allowing them the chance to develop. But hey, maybe that's a good thing considering how Chris is apparently moving.

I have so many other thoughts that just sound like unholy screeching at this point that I'll figure out how to put into words later.

ALWAYS feel free to harass me. I am a nerd and love talking about these idiots (obviously)

#karl heisenberg #re8 village #resident evil village #ethan winters #re8 #resident evil #re8 spoilers #shadows of rose

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okay I know this is rogue coming from me but I think your response will be worth sharing with the class so - now that you've written for 3 different fandoms, I'm curious to know who (from any of SC, LS or RWRB) is:

1. your favourite POV/character to write?

2. the easiest POV/character to write?

3. the hardest POV/character to write (of the ones you've written)?

4. the character you feel the most connected to or the character you feel like you have the most in common with (or both)?

5. a character you wish was explored more.

(am I doing work today, no I am not).

You don't pull any punches with the tough questions!! Some of these I had instant answers to, other's I've had to sit with and think about.

1. Favourite POV/Character to write

I cannot believe you’re asking me to choose. This is rude. I refuse. (I’m sorry, I’ve been thinking about this for hours and I simply cannot pick one, I’m the worst I know).

2. Easiest POV/Character to write

I find David pov easier to write than Patrick, and Alex pov easier to write than Henry (does this have anything to do with the fact that they are also the characters who say “fuck” a lot? Possibly). Though, once I’ve found Patrick and Henry’s voices, I usually manage okay (I think).

I've only written one TK pov and one Carlos pov fic (and you’d already written all of the dialogue for that one) so I will reserve judgement.

The character I never struggle to find dialogue for though? That’s Alexis, I can hear her so clearly in my head.

Did this even answer your question? I’m not sure that it did.

3. Hardest POV/Character to write of the ones I've written

Moira Rose - not that I've ever written anything from her pov. I do find that writing dialogue with her in it is so tricky though - her vocabulary makes her voice hard to find and the way she speaks means that there's no guarantee any reader will hear her the way I've intended! I think I’ve only written a couple of fics that she features in, and then only very sparingly for this reason. And this doesn’t answer your question at all (god, if I was interviewing me at work I would hate me for my inability to answer a question directly), because I haven't ever written from their povs, but writing for different fandoms, I find the switch between Nora and Stevie the trickiest - they are so similar in so many ways that sometimes one ends up sounding like the other unintentionally and I have to go back and fix it all.

4. the character you feel the most connected to or the character you feel like you have the most in common with (or both)?

This is such a hard question to answer! I know it sounds like a cop out but I can't single anyone of them out. There are aspects of each of the main characters in the ships I write for, and also from the supporting casts (especially Alexis, Stevie, June, Nora and Ellen) that I relate to for different reasons.

If I had to pick one character from all of my fandoms that I relate to most though? It would probably be June; there’s a reason I don't write from her pov 😉

5. a character you wish was explored more

I wish we could’ve seen more about Stevie’s past and why she’s so guarded. And like the rest of the fandom, I want a Carlos begins episode so, so badly! I’d say I want a Henry pov of the book, but CMQ themself has said that it would just be gay panic and Henry daydreaming about future baby names lol. Plus, there’s some stellar fic filling the gaps that explore Henry’s past and other friend/family relationships. Am very excited about the Henry pov chapter that’s being included in the collector’s edition of the book though!

#rmd writes #asks

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bunny-lou · 2 years

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Hello!! Im the anon with the ask from 2 weeks ago about how much i love your fics and how autophobia kicked my ass into hyperfocus so bad i ended up napping on the floor in the hallway and almost missing class after reading it

I just want you to know that i really appreciate you taking the time to answer said ask because i was massively anxious about having sent it as it was all pretty much nothing but an absolute ramble and since i was exhausted as shit (hadnt slept for more than 40 hours at that point in time) i didnt even remember what exactly i had said in it until reading it again just now after seeing it answered on my dash (didnt even figure it out it was my fucking ask until halfway through) so i was kinda worried about having come across differently than intended and sounding idk entitled or some shit by talking about wanting to read more from you whenever and only of possible (id fucking hate to sound like one of those "next chapter right now!!!! I dont care that you have a life!!! Write the fucking chapter now!!!" readers) and i was more anxious ab it after time passed without getting an answer (ngl i was p much straight up stalking your blog every few hours the first few days then i saw a post from you about how tumblr eats your asks and calmed down quite a bit) but yeah anyway i just really wanted to tell you how much i loved ypur stuff and how strongly i feel about autophobia and your writing in general hopefully without making you uncomfy or coming across as rude or anything i hope i succeed in doing that at least kinda

But yeah jsyk youre the first desc account i started interacting with properly after randomly becoming hyperfixated as fuck on descendants and your stuff is responsible fpr getting me more into the fandom and into desc itself so yeah thank you

And also i just wanna say that when i first started autophobia i REALLY didnt think my autistic aroace ass would like it since i never was into abo in the traditional form of the trope but goddamn did i fucking love ypur fic despite any initial assumptions i had made about it i loved carlos' characterization so much and i loved everyones characterization so much amd the whole plot and everything i felt it was So well executed i often daydream of like alternate events for my favourite fics but for yours i can conceive no alternate plot development that id like more than yours its absolutely chefs kiss

Anyway sorry for thia absolutely fucking gigantic rant feel free to ignore me apologies if its too much and (tldr:) thank you for everything!!

(Original ask)

I'm the actual worst at responding on Tumblr, I'm so sorry.

Your asks, both the previous one and this one, are so sweet! I never mind long asks, though it does take me longer to respond to them. Seriously, if it takes me a while to answer, it's because most of my work days are 10-12 hours and I do not have energy to reply, it's a busy life!! My mobile Tumblr (which is what I normally use) does not give me any alert that I get an ask, but if I check my mobile tumblr, my desktop tumblr will not show that I have an ask because it thinks I saw the notification on mobile (which I don't). So also blame the wonky app lol.

There are months of effort that go into all my pieces on AO3, especially Autophobia, so messages like these that show that people know how much effort I put into my work are so rewarding. And I love Descendants, it brought my such entertainment and joy during harsh periods of my life, I am in awe if my writing helped you to love a fandom as much as I do!

And I've had a lot of people tell me that Autophobia is their favorite ABO fic or the fic that got them invested in that trope, which also means so much to me because ABO is my favorite AU!!

Thanks so much for taking the time to send me such a lovely letter, it makes me smile so much!!

#asks #anonymous #autophobia fic #people being sweet

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 2- Ch. 6: Love Is Madness

“Magica?”

Carlos and I just stare at each other, unmoving and unsure what to do or say. Did he follow me? Why would he risk coming back to this place? Is it because he still cares, or just to find Mal?

“Trixie!” Jay breaks the silence and engulfs me in a big hug. Evie must be here too. “Don’t scare us like that! We thought we’d never find you.”

“Find me? What dost thou mean? Why would you guys come back here?”

Carlos’ POV

Why would we come back? Doesn’t she know how dangerous the Isle is?

“So we could bring you back,” I reply. Magica looks… sad. Something that seems to be happening to her more often. “Magica, please come home with us.”

The purple-haired witch looks at the floor and shakes her head. “This might as well be my new home. It seems that everywhere I go I can never find what I want, so I decided to join Mal here.”

Slowly, I inch forward and try to comfort her. “Magica, the Isle isn’t what you want-”

“How could you know what I want?” Magica suddenly gets very tense and her eyes glow a slight purple. “Do not even try to guess what I want, because it’s not your place to. You’re here for Mal, correct?”

What? We both exchange concerned looks. Magica’s never been this irritated with us before, so why the change?

“Yes, we’re here for Mal. But we’re also here for you-” I try to speak, but Magica interrupts.

“Good. I can take you to her.” She turns and goes to walk away, but then Ben and Evie run out from the alley. “Ben? You’re here too? At this point, why not?”

Ben gets a big grin on his face and tries to hug the witch, but she shows some reluctance.

“Pardon me for being rude, but I'd appreciate it if you kept your distance. You didn’t just swim here, I imagine?”

“Yeah. We took the limo-”

“Did you hide it?”

“Yeah, under a tarp.”

Magica cringes. “Wow. Real ingenuitive. Nobody’s gonna notice that!”

“So you know where Mal is?” Ben asks anxiously.

She shakes her head. “Yeah, but she’s not exactly in the mood for company. Besides, I’ve only been here half a day and I already know you wouldn’t last 10 minutes here alone!”

“Well then let’s go! I’ve gotta apologize and get her to come back.” Ben grabs her hand and starts dragging her down the street until she stops in her tracks and gives him a glare, to which Ben gets a sheepish look. “Oh, right. You know the Isle and I don’t.”

Magica points over to us. “Actually, they do. So pay attention and follow their instructions. The Isle isn’t the place for you, Brother Ben. So don’t do anything stupid.”

“Oh. Ok!”

Ben rushes over to follow Jay and Evie, while I join Magica in the back. But she still seems distant.

“I missed you. Chad’s gotten more out of hand without your daily threats.” I try to smile. “Why’d you leave?”

Magica’s POV

So… he did miss me, just not in the way I’d hoped. But I will not be hooked into going back. Just bring them to Mal and send them away.

“I… You wouldn’t understand, Carlos. I need to figure my life out on my own without getting too many people involved.” More people means more complicated emotions, too many problems.

“How dare you leave without saying goodbye!” A voice calls from behind.

I blink. “Binx?” I turn around and the black cat is sitting at my feet with an unamused look. “What art thou doing here?”

“Did you think you could just disappear and I wouldn’t notice?”

Carlos holds up a hand. “I told him as soon as we heard you were gone. Just because most of Auradon is convinced you’re an evil witch doesn’t mean you’re unwanted by everyone. We miss you, Binx misses you. We’ll work out any problems, I promise. Just please, please come home?” He grabs my hand and offers a smile. “It’s not the same without you, Enchantress.”

Oh God. Why does he have to keep making this so hard? Carlos is happy with Jane, can’t he see I’m doing this for him?

I hold up our intertwined hands and arch an eyebrow. “Thick as thieves, huh? We’ll see, Freckles. For now let’s see if Ben can apologize to Mal without her having a meltdown. She’s been under a lot of stress.”

I can tell Carlos sees I’m avoiding the subject, but he doesn’t press on. Instead we keep walking and catch up with the others, who are watching Ben wander around aimlessly and oblivious as he greets random strangers.

“Um, Ben? I’m no expert at being a villain but you’re sticking out like a really sore thumb right now.”

“This isn’t a parade, it’s the Isle!” Evie hisses.

Jay nods. “Keep your hands in your pockets unless you’re stealing.”

“Either slouch or strut,” Carlos points out.

“And never, ever smile,” Evie warns, then turns to me. “But you can, Magica. You’re a Sanderson, and it’s well-known that you guys like to cause chaos. You seem to be fitting in fine on your own, no doubt Mal’s taught you some things.”

I make a confused grimace. “Um, thanks? Not sure if that’s an advantage or an insult.”

“You’re a VK. It’s in your blood, trixie.” Jay pats my shoulder.

“Alright, thanks-” Ben goes to say.

“No, no thank-yous! And drop the pleases, just… chill,” Evie says with a smirk.

“Let me tell you something you can really trust

Everybody's got a wicked side.

I know you think that you could never be like us,

Watch and learn so you can get it right!”

The 3 VKs strut forward and begin to give the demonstration:

“You need to drag your feet.

You need to nod your head.

You need to lean back,

Slip through the cracks.

You need to not care.”

“Uh, you need to not stare,” Carlos snickers.

“You need a whole lotta help.”

“You need to not be yourself,” Evie points out.

“You wanna be cool?

Let me show you how.

Need to break the rules!

I can show you how.

And once you catch this feeling,

Yeah, once you catch this feeling,

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh.

Chillin' like a villain. Chillin'!

Chillin' like, hey! A villain. Chillin'!

Chillin' like a villain. Hey!

Chillin' like, chillin' like, hey! A villain.”

I think I’m getting the hang of it, and when I look back at Ben it’s hard not to laugh at his pathetic dancing! Evie sees it too and she points a scolding finger at him.

“You draw attention when you act like that.

Let us teach you how to disappear!

You look like you would lose a fight to an alley cat.

You gotta be wrong to get it right 'round here. Mer-ow!”

“You need to watch your back,

You need to creep around.

You need to slide real smooth.

Don't make a sound.

And if you want it, take it,

And if you can't take it, break it!

If you care about your health,”

“Seriously, you need to not be yourself,” Evie stresses.

“You wanna be cool?

Let me show you how.

Need to break the rules.

I can show you how.

And once you catch this feeling,”

Yeah, once you catch this feeling

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh

Chillin' like a villain. Chillin'!

Chillin' like, hey! A villain. Chillin'!

Chillin' like-”

Ben shrugs.

“I really wanna be bad a lot

And I'm giving it my best shot

But it's hard being what I'm not.”

Carlos cocks an eyebrow. “Well if you don't, you're gonna get us caught.”

Evie nods.

“He's right, we gotta stay low-key,

Now show us how bad you can be.

“Like this?” Ben puts on a pair of sunglasses.

“Like this?” He holds up Carlos’ stolen phone. How’d he get that?

We all smile and give him a thumbs up, and now Ben’s starting to smile.

“Oh yeah, I think I got this.

Let's go, I'm ready to rock this!

And I ain't gonna thank you for your help

I think I found the worst in myself!”

Now we all join in and strut through the street as if we own the place.

“You wanna be cool?

Let me show you how

Need to break the rules

I can show you how

And once you catch this feeling

Yeah, once you catch this feeling

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh.

Chillin' like a villain. Chillin'!

Chillin' like, hey! A villain. Chillin'!

Chillin' like a villain. Hey!

Chillin' like, chillin' like, hey! A villain.”

Ben keeps walking ahead, still thinking about the VKs Villain 101.

“You should show that to FG,” I snicker at Carlos. “She might include it in Evil Stranger Awareness Day.”

We start walking towards Mal’s apartment when Ben accidentally knocks into another VK. Great, Ben. Real finesse!

“Hey, I know you!” The guy says with a grin. His unique features include a gray bandanna and a belt wrapped across his chest. The 3 VKs get concerned looks, so I can already tell this guy is bad news. But at least he doesn’t look as bad as that Hook guy.

Ben tries to play it cool. “Um, don’t know you, man.”

“Aw, c’mon! I’ll give you a hint: my dad is quick, slick, and his neck is incredibly thick!” He points to a poster with Ben’s face and waits for us to catch on, but we don’t. I’m still new to this whole Isle, and I’ve got no clue who this guy is!

But our delayed response has given the new VK enough time to recognize us. “Oh! You’re King Ben!”

I step in front of Ben and start shoving him down the alley. “No he’s not!”

“Jay? Carlos? Evie? Hey guys!” He calls from behind, but we keep ignoring it. “Ooh, Uma’s gonna love this!”

Uma? Uh-oh. I’ve got a feeling I’m sooner or later going to meet this ‘Uma’ character, and I can only hope it’s on halfway-decent terms.

We get to the stairs leading to Mal’s apartment and Ben gives us one last look of hope. “Wish me luck.”

“All the way up,” Jay points.

Ben climbs up, leaving us to wait at the bottom. But I can’t help it- my witch curiosity is getting the best of me. Looking around I see all kinds of signs and shops, with every alley buzzing with activity!

“Guys, I think I’m just gonna wander off a bit-”

“No, no! Bad idea, Magica,” Carlos gabs my hand and pulls me back.

“He’s right, trixie. Just because you’re a VK doesn't mean you’re safe here. You’re still a goody-goody to all the others here.”

My eyes narrow and I start sulking away. ��I’ll decide just how evil I’m willing to become. Remember I came here for a reason, and so far this place has accepted me far better than Auradon ever will.” I give Carlos one last look, a mix of bittersweet and acceptance. “I’ll be back later. Inform me if anything changes with Mal.” I pull my hood up and lurk away into the shadows, and keep at a steady pace until I realize Binx is following me. “No use trying to talk me out of this, Thackery. My mind is made up: I’m staying here. I’m a VK, why fight it? If Auradon won’t accept me, this place will.”

Binx paws at my skirt. “Magica, this place is built for evil people. You shouldn’t have to feel that you have to resort to this bewitched prison as a home, if you can even call it that. Just because people might think you’re your mother doesn’t mean it’s all worthless-” “Oh really?” I chuckle darkly. “Did Carlos tell you he’s asking Jane to the dance?” I’m met with silence. “Yes, he… replaced me. Typical for any man who gets involved with a Sanderson, rinse and repeat. In Fate’s eyes I don’t seem to deserve love or happiness, so I’m gracing Carlos with my absence so I don’t ruin his.”

Binx doesn’t say anything, to which I am really grateful. We keep walking until we round a corner to a shop with a sign that says: Mad As A Hatter Tea Shoppe. My common sense already tells me this place must belong to the Mad Hatter, but I’m in the mood to let loose and be a little crazy so I enter anyway.

“I think I can handle it from here, Binx. You go back to the others.”

“Are you sure?”

I nod. “Yes. For now I’d like to try to forget my problems, and this seems like the place to start.”

Inside there are multiple tablets decorated with various tea sets. Multiple species of flowers are placed around the ceiling, which is painted with clouds to look like a sunny sky. The floor is checkered unevenly in black and white. The shoppe is mostly empty, aside from a few VKs at a booth and a purple and blue-haired girl behind a tall counter. She’s wearing a purple and blue skirt to match her hair, tall gold heels, polkadot leggings, and a tiny hop hat. When she looks up from the counter and notices me, her face lights up in an almost insane smile.

“Wait a tick! You’re Magica Sanderson! Oh I’ve heard so much about you!” She scurries out from behind the counter waving her arms and then stops to stare at my face.

“Um…” I shift awkwardly. “Good things, or bad things?”

She pumps her fists up. “All kinds of things! Hickory dickory cow says moo, it’s crackers to meet you!”

My face twists between a smile and a frown. “Uh, what?”

“It’s Riddleish! Only mad people can speak it, unless you cast a Babble Spell. Have you ever gone just a little bit mad?”

Oh! I get it now. I must admit her energy is catchy.

“Sometimes, though I doust not believe I wouldst ever compare to thy madness. My tongue consists of more olde English. Since thou already recognize me, whom art thou?”

She does a little twirl and giggles. “I’m Madeline Hatter, daughter of the Mad Hatter! Call me Maddie! Dad had me sent here to run a tea shoppe! It’s not as wonder-tastic as the one at home, but no magic means no fun. Unfortunately I got stuck when they cast the barrier on the Isle, but where better to find madness than here, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, I used to go to Ever After High! It’s a different fairytale universe! You have to step through an enchanted mirror and everything!”

Different universe? Fairy Godmother never said anything about that.

“Oh, goodness! I never knew there were other worlds, but I guess it makes sense-”

“Right! And then there’s Monster High, Wonderland, Neverland, the whole hat’s worth! Oh, hold that mind doodle!” At the sound of a tea kettle, Maddie scoots back to a backroom and rushes back with a tray of cups full of steaming tea. “Sit! Try this new brew I concocted!”

Before I can respond, Maddie pushes a teacup into my hand and waits with a giddy smile.

I don’t want to be rude to my potential new friend. Please don’t be spelled, please don’t be spelled…

I take a sip, and the tea is… actually really good. “My compliments, Maddie. This is wonderful!”

“Hat-tastic! I was hoping the tulip tea would turn out!” Tulips? “Hmm…” Maddie suddenly looks me up and down with an intense twisted face. “You seem half-empty. What can you do to make yourself half-full?”

Instantly, my head starts to panic. How can I simply tell this girl I just met my entire life’s problems? I’ve already involved too many people only to be betrayed or forgotten. Then again… Maddie doesn’t seem like any other person I’ve met.

“So basic summary: half VK half Auradon, tried to hide my witch heritage, thought I found my true love, had a mental breakdown, thought I’d try keeping my distance and make myself a better person only to be put on Auradon’s most-wanted list and had my true love replace me with someone else. Um… that about sums it up.”

The whole time Maddie keeps an insane grin on her face and hangs on to my every word.

“Huh. It seems to me like you’re trying to decide between singing the maiden’s tale or flying the witch’s broom.”

I sigh and take another sip of tea. “I’m just sick and tired of running and being ashamed of being someone I’m not, but I don’t want to just lose control again and prove everyone right.”

Maddie stirs her tea and babbles: “Can the musical chair change its tone when the tablet of granite is inscribed with a bone?”

“Um… sorry that’s way too much Riddelish for me to go on.”

She chuckles with her eyes crossed and tilts her head side to side. “I mean, sometimes our destinies aren’t exactly what we want, but we can always change them.”

Just the door opens and the bell rings, signaling a new patron entering the Shoppe.

“Bold to assume, ah, and now I see we have a visit from Uma!” Maddie chatters on and waves to the new guest behind me.

“Wait. Did you say-? Ah!” Out of nowhere a sack is thrown over my head and I feel my hands being bound behind me.

“Jack Horner pie touch the sky! I never expected a kidnapping to ever happen here!” I hear Maddie say.

“Foolish mortals! Thou shalt regret the day thou tempted to cross me!” I try to shout.

“Yeah yeah, shut up. I’ve got big plans for you,” A girl’s voice says from across the room.

What have I gotten myself into now?

(BTW I decided to add Maddie to this because I can't imagine another version of the Mad Hatter's daughter ever replacing her, she's just so wonderfully perfect!)

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