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Heyyyy huge fan not to be dramatic BUT IM BEGGING PLS I NEEEED THE NEXT CHAPTER OF SAN SEBASTIANO I'M LEGIT GETTING WITHDRAWAL UUFFXIXTXIURCXTXIRIRX anyway no pressure ofc have good one🤗

hello my dears!

i am sorry to go radio silent on you all :( i have gotten a few messages about this so here is me answering them all !!

the end of the semester has unfortunately been nightmarish for me packed full of different events for organizations and somehow still midterm exams even though we only have three weeks (ish) until finals. in addition to that -- i have been trying to get out of my shell a little more and i have also been trying to do this whole romance thing in real life (although i have been abysmally failing, they send me so many mixed signals) so i've been going out basically every weekend night because they are a bit of a party animal (and i have found myself to be one too). the unfortunately consequence of these outings is that i am a little wiped out on weekends and with me being so busy during the week with classes and organizations i get little time left to write.

the next four ish weeks are only going to get more chaotic for me but once they are over my life will be relatively clear for a month or two

i don't want to make any concrete promises on dates because i have tried and failed to do so in the past

but i have every intention of finishing san sebastiano please do not fret, it might take me a bit, but i have not forgotten about it and i have not forgotten about you all! i'm really proud of san sebastiano so far and i want to give it the ending that meets the expectations i have envisioned for it!

you all have been so kind and genuine and supportive. it means the world to me!

i apologize for the extended wait, i hope you can understand!

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When is the next chapter of san sebastiano out ? I can't wait!

im about halfway through it now, but I'm locking in tonight (famous last words)!

i have an all day choir event on Sunday, so, I will say by the latest, the 3rd of April!

sorry for the wait :C but I'm glad you're excited!!

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ahhh tysm :') you're the sweetest ever <3 C:

nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

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today a person that i am romantically interested in said to me " wow! you have really green eyes!" (in an endearing way)

and i responded with "no I don't."

... i can write romance (i think) but it seems i cannot participate in it

(in other words - i have no rizz)

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hey all! I thought i'd say (so that you know i'm not ignoring you) --

asks that specifically reference something from the most recent chapter of san sebastiano, i will answer in like two or so days just so that anyone who follows me who hasn't got to read it yet and doesn't want to get spoiled doesn't get spoiled from like a notification or from it popping up on their feed C: that will probably remain pretty consistent throughout future works as well, but feel free to still ask, it just might be a day or two if it's something specific!

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I genuinely need you to understand how absolutely amazing of a writer you are DJSKSKSKSLSSKSKS

Just read San sebastiano– how do I even begin to tell you. Leaving a comment wasn't enough, putting this in your inbox so you know how absolutely incredible that fic and the writing is

thank you so much ! <3 you're genuinely the sweetest. i'm really glad you're enjoying it, it means a lot to me!!! C: <3

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Hi! I stumbled upon metal & plastic and fell in love with the story! Will you return to it sometime? I’ve also started reading San Sebastiano and it’s amazing so far!

hello! <3 thank you for your kind words! C: metal & plastic is one that i have considered coming back to a few times, if i do i'll likely do a full rewrite of the beginning parts too. but for now i'm not entirely certain if i will return to it or not. sorry to disappoint. i'm glad you're liking san sebastiano so far though!

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Could we have a snippet of the nect chapter of san sebastiano ?

typically i wouldn't do this, but given it's going to be overdue and we are right in the middle of everything crazy, i will oblige C:

if you haven't read san sebastiano, my lestappen and carcar fic, i would recommend you go read that first before you read this

i also recommend that if you do decide to read this without having read san sebastiano, that you look at the tags on san sebastiano before you read C: -- i'm throwing the mature label on this post because the subject matter def deserves it, so i cannot reiterate enough, check the warnings of san sebastiano here and if you decide to read

here is san sebastiano my lestappen and carcar mafia/mob au darkfic

the following is an excerpt from the upcoming chapter; given the chapter has not been finalized yet this is relatively unedited and subject to change

tw: graphic depictions of violence and injury, child abuse

heres the first 1000 (ish) words of the upcoming chapter, chapter 19 -- Il Sacrificio

“We wanted to run together, you know? Jules and I,” he murmurs. “But he couldn’t leave Enzo, or Arty… he couldn’t leave Charlie,” he explains. “They always came first, no matter what.” He glances down at his lap. “Sometimes I think that if I had only managed to change his mind, then he might’ve still- they all might’ve still been ali-” 

“You never would’ve been able to change his mind,” Max interrupts him, tone soft. Daniel glances down at his own lap, swallowing. 

“I never really met Charles back then. I only ran into him once, that night when Vasseur was being a creep,” he comments. Max’s eyebrows narrow. “You don’t remember?” he asks. 

“No, I don’t,” Max admits, a little surprised. 

“You spilled a whole glass of wine on him that night because he wouldn’t let Jules go,” Daniel reminds him. “Charles was with him then,” he adds. Max purses his lips, thinking hard. “Your father broke your wrist for it,” he says. 

Max tries to conjure up the memory. The difficulty with Max’s memories is that he can remember all of the pain, and there is so much of it that sometimes there is little room for anything else. So, when he searches for clarity in the pool of his past, he can not find anything but those moments. 

He remembers his father's words, the crackling sound, how it looked when his gaze fell on his wrist. He remembers Daniel’s face of shock and woundedness. He remembers thinking one thing over and over again: power is sacrifice. Then, the murkiness fades away, and he seems to be thrust into harsh remembrance. 

Power is sacrifice. 

Always, he returns to the first lesson his father ever taught him. At the time, it had seemed contradictory. At the time, he had thought power was the absence of sacrifice, that power allowed freedom from sacrifice. As with many things, he had come to learn. 

Power is the sacrifice of everything else in pursuit of power. It is undying grit. It is the utilization of every available resource and the conquering of all unavailable. But mostly, it is sacrifice. Max’s father has sacrificed everything for power. Everything. Even Max. 

“Don’t embarrass me like that again.” 

Max sacrifices for his power, too. 

His father likes to remind him just how much a few seconds of it cost. 

Max’s fingers ball into fists at his sides. He swallows harshly. His father’s eyes flit down, examining his posture. Max thinks the few seconds were well spent, watching Vasseur scuttle away in crippling fear from something so simple as a head tilt and a misplaced glass of wine definitely feels worth it. It’s not as though his father is angry about him for embarrassing Vasseur, even if the rat had gone straight to his father for it. 

It’s simply another lesson. This was the sacrifice for Max’s power. 

“Come on, Emilian, I know you want to,” he taunts. He’s not wrong. There is nothing more that Max wants. Max raises one arm as if to turn the idea over in his head and then hesitates. 

 He knows better than to try and fight his father for power. His father will not stop until he wins, even if it ends with Max lost to the world. He still has people he needs to protect, so he can’t be reckless like that. 

His father’s sneer turns into something darker. 

Max hears the crack before he feels the pain. All that manages to come out of his mouth is a choked-off exhalation as he reaches up to grab at his wrist. 

“Pathetic,” his father mutters. Max blinks, his eyelids feeling heavy. Blood drips onto the floor, splattering loudly. 

Max stumbles a few paces, placing his other hand against the wall to stabilize himself. He glances down at his wrist, trying to assess the damage. He can’t see anything but red. He swallows down some sickness threatening to sneak up out of his throat. 

He peaks up at Daniel, standing against the wall, expression grim, fingers twitching. 

The second hit happens right then, as their eyes connect. Max is expecting it, so he barely reacts, only letting his head snap to the side as the fist collides with his cheek. 

His father doesn’t wait around to watch him wallow in it. He has more important things to do. 

Silence spreads over the space quickly as soon as he leaves. All Max can hear are the sounds of his heaving breaths and blood rushing around his head. His vision goes a little spotted, dark, and cloudy. His fingers tense against the wall. He tries to look at his wrist again but can’t see clearly enough. 

A noise comes out of his throat, a groan, he thinks, as he blinks rapidly, trying to clear his vision. He inhales sharply, stabilizing himself, standing up properly again. 

The quiet lasts only for a minute or so, until it is certain that his father is gone. Max takes a few steps, the floor getting closer and further away each time. He stumbles.

“Max!” Daniel darts to his side and places a hand on his bicep, stopping him from falling. Max shakes him off, turning shortly after, pacing a few steps, delirious. 

“Don’t- don’t touch me,” he sputters, waving his hand through the air thoughtlessly. “Don’t do this shit, I’m fine,” he insists, pushing him away as he reaches out again. 

“This is bad, Max. You need help, we need to-” “Don’t fucking touch me!” 

Sacrifice. 

The back of his hand crashes into skin. The sound of shock reverberates against the walls. 

“Don’t.” It sounds weaker this time, quiet, a final warning. “I’m not a fucking pussy, Daniel,” Max mutters. Daniel is shaking, reaching up to clutch at his cheek, eyes wide as a wounded animal. He takes a few steps back, visibly hurt, before Max turns his back to him, unwilling to watch him flounder around anymore. The world is tilting to the side. “Get out,” he asserts. 

“Max-” 

“Get out,” he seethes. Daniel does not wait this time to find out what will happen if he disobeys. 

He heaves another breath in his lonesome, trying to gather himself. 

The world does not stop because of a few hits from his father. It has never before. It cannot now. He has responsibilities, he has sectors to manage, he is proving himself now through this work, these things cannot stop for injuries. It would be weakness. He cannot take over his father’s work if he is weak. 

His awareness is crackly, like he is shifting in and out; whenever he blinks, he is in a new spot in the room. Max gnaws on the inside of his mouth. He can rest, maybe, lie in his bed for ten minutes to work this off. Then he can get up and keep pressing on. Ten minutes is nothing. 

He walks toward the door to the room, grasping the door frame with his good hand to help him stumble through. He only makes it a few more steps before the floor feels like it’s getting really close. Max can’t really register what’s happening, but he thinks his cheek is pressed up against the wood, and he can hear someone quickly moving toward him. 

“Oh, kid,” they mutter, crouching down to shift him over onto his back. He stares up at the ceiling in a little bit of awe, blinking hazily. Each time he shuts his eyes, the darkness feels more eager to pull him under. He thinks he might let it. He doesn’t mind losing ten minutes to it. Two people look over him, but he can’t make out their faces. He thinks they are worried. 

“‘M fine,” he insists, but it comes out in the wrong language. Then, he shuts his eyes again. They aren’t opening. 

Max sighs. Ten minutes. 

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update on my current fic san sebastiano:

i do not believe that i will be able to get the next chapter up this weekend. that being said i'm going to try very hard today and tomorrow, but it's likely to be sometime next week instead. i know i said that i would be getting it up this weekend but i have not yet finished parte 1 and its nearly as long as a regular chapter and i have a feeling that parte 2 will be similar in length. i have a few more parts after those two, so for obvious reasons it's going to take me a little longer than previously expected. the great news is that i'm on spring break from university for all of next week so i will have ample time to write, so i would be surprised if it's not up by the end of that week.

so my proposition for you is that i will have it up sometime soon, just not quite this weekend, and it'll probably be near double length my usual chapters!

hopefully everyone is happy and healthy and looking forward to the first race of the year!

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ahhhhhh dreamland was one of my fav albums I can’t wait!!! fav song from album, most underrated and then one ur most excited/inspired to write for???

helium is my personal favorite (tangerine close second), for underrated i would say its all so incredibly loud or domestic bliss and those are also the two i’m most excited to write because those two have themes that im very interested to explore in a fic like the one i have planned out!

thanks for asking! i hope when i get to write it that you like it :)

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only natural is so interesting hello??

I'm actually deprived of carcar hybrid au cause I feel like the predator/prey concept just fit them so well😩🤌

ahh i'm glad you think it's interesting because i def want it to be one of my future projects after san sebastiano and the bonus chapter of ytsfm (:

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Ask for dreamland?

so dreamland is a little passion project of mine based on (you guessed it) Glass Animals Dreamland album

essentially it follows lestappen as apartment neighbors through the end of the COVID shutdown and the phase when racing started up properly again and each song on the album (excluding melon and the coconut cuz i don't like that song sorry) is a chapter title and overall theme of that chapter

i unfortunately cannot give you a sneak peek because it is very new so i only have the planning out for each song, but if it's something you'd be interested in seeing let me know C:

i don't think it would be super long, probably like 3-4k word chapters and then for the "home movie" parts of the album it would be like a short little extra snippet of a moment of their relationship somewhat related to the home movie title/contents

i actually am not really a big glass animals fan, my music taste is pretty far away from them, but i like literally every song on that album (except melon and the coconut) so that's what birthed this idea

anyways, sorry i don't have anything written out for it yet, its very baby so far!

also i hope everyone enjoyed the first practice of the season! carlos was fast in that williams wow!

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genuinely curious about every single one of your carcar wips, i love the way you write them!! but can we get a little peek at ‘only natural’ please 🙏🏻

two for only natural, so i put it all in one post (:

so only natural is prob a one-shot or maybe like a short little like three or four chapter piece... it's actually probably my least developed out of all of my wip

it's hybrid au carcar

oscar is a rabbit hybrid (of course) and carlos is a fox hybrid. oscar gets along with everyone on the grid except for carlos because he is fairly certain that carlos wants to eat him... and carlos does want to eat him just not exactly in the way that oscar thinks he wants to eat him

not like super deep hybrid au just like ears and tails / defining features and some mannerisms

theres been a few hybrid au carcar fics (and art) which have inspired it

heres a snippet:

Oscar’s body is not built for racing. 

His ears are too long, making them difficult and painful to fit underneath his helmet, and his tail is too stubby, making it uncomfortable to sit in the car at the angle required. 

Of course, Oscar does not complain about it; others have it far worse; it must be difficult for George to race with his antlers getting in the way. Oscar knows he had to get a specialized helmet, which must’ve caused a lot of hassle. 

By the time Oscar gets out of his car, Charles is already pulling off his helmet, his ears flipping up from where they were pressed against his head, and his hair is a mess. His tail is whipping back and forth behind him like a safety hazard. Oscar thinks that if he gets too close, its force would be enough to knock him off his feet. 

He doesn’t blame Charles, winning the Monaco Grand Prix for the first time as a Monegasque is undoubtedly cause for the amount of excitement he is exhibiting. 

Oscar removes his helmet as Charles hugs his team. He deposits it on the little second-place stand. Oscar runs a hand through his hair, stopping for a second to rub a circle or two at the bases of his irritated ears. 

He glances back at Charles again before looking at their cars. In first, Charles, in second, himself, and in third…

Oscar has never been the type to judge people based on their features. Times have changed a lot since the past when hybridization was so rare that it was nearly one in a million. Most of the obscure stigmas have faded into the past. Since it became legal for hybrids to join Formula One and the population shifted to the majority being hybrids, the number of non-hybrids on the grid lessened each year. To Oscar and most everyone else, everyone is just a person with extra ears and a tail or maybe another interesting feature, and those do not define them. 

Except for Carlos. 

Oscar’s nose twitches. He glances at Carlos, who has only just taken off his helmet, depositing it down unceremoniously. Carlos takes off the little headband he uses to keep his ears down. They pop up immediately, grateful to be free from the confines of his helmet, bright orange and black-tipped. One flicks back for a second, and Oscar swallows thickly. 

It is only natural.

Oscar moves, reaching out for his washcloth with shaky hands, bringing it up to wipe the sweat off of his face, gnawing uncomfortably on the inside of his mouth. He peers back at Carlos, whose fluffy tail swishes back and forth calmly. Carlos takes a large swig of his water, and Oscar watches his Adam's apple bob as he swallows it. Then, he glances around for a few moments before making eye contact with Oscar. Carlos’s tail stops abruptly, stuttering in its movement and then continuing. 

Something harsh zaps through Oscar’s body: fight or flight. 

Oscar exhales shakily, glancing behind him, hoping Carlos is looking at someone else. He is not. Carlos is walking toward him. Oscar cannot tell if it is on purpose or if Carlos has not grasped this little issue that he keeps running into, but for whatever reason, Carlos is not at all deterred from interacting with Oscar. 

Carlos gets a little closer. Oscar turns sharply and walks toward his team instead, hoping to dodge the encounter. He glances back at Carlos, whose expression seems to downturn for a half second. But he has escaped, at least he thinks that he’s escaped, and then bumps into Charles, who wraps an arm around his shoulders and turns him around. Very suddenly Carlos is right in his face, and Oscar cannot help but stare at him wide-eyed and fearful. 

“Good job on your second place,” Charles coos at him. Oscar inhales. 

“Congrats, mate, it's about time you won this thing.” He hears the words come out of his mouth, but it must be some magic force forming them because Oscar cannot tear his eyes away from Carlos. Charles grins, and his tail hits against the back of Oscar’s legs. That thing should be considered a safety hazard at this point. Carlos is saying something, reaching out to clasp hands with Charles affectionately. Oscar cowers away from the motion, and while Charles is caught up in his victory, Carlos definitely seems to notice, his brow furrowing. 

Oscar purses his lips. 

“Good race,” Carlos says, and Oscar realizes that Charles has promptly disappeared, which means Carlos is talking to him. 

Good race? What is he supposed to say to that? 

Oscar settles for a curt nod, taking a cautious step backwards. Carlos watches as he widens the gap between them, his eyes narrowing for a split second. 

“I thought really I could pass you when-” Carlos starts. 

Oscar gestures in the direction of his team, cutting Carlos off. 

“My… uh- team-” He feels like an idiot for how incoherent that sounded. Carlos glances between Oscar and his team. It is then that Carlos’s face truly falls, his tail stops moving entirely, and one of his ears flicks back. Oscar rushes away before he can see anymore, his back to Carlos, as he hurries to the safety of his team. 

He doesn’t mean to make Carlos feel bad. It’s just that-

“Charles asked me to ask you why you keep breaking Carlos,” Max asks him when they go out later that night. Charles has managed to convince Oscar to join them at the Ferrari party, and Max just happens to be here too, for reasons Oscar tries very hard not to think about. Max’s tail is curled around his own leg, and his third drink is nearly finished. Lando flounders around next to him, unable to stay still.  

“Breaking Carlos?” Oscar questions. Max gives him a look. 

“Come on, mate, every time he gets done talking to you, he looks like a kicked dog,” Lando teases. It is so embarrassing that Oscar doesn’t want to say it out loud. 

“I’m scared of him,” Oscar admits. Lando lets out a laugh, and Oscar flushes softly, glancing away. Max’s eyebrows narrow in confusion as he intakes the phrase. One of his ears twitches, and he reaches up to scratch his head. 

“What?” Max questions. Oscar fumbles around a bit, unsure how to explain without outright saying it. 

“Because I’m… you know,” he gestures at himself. “And he’s…” Max raises an eyebrow. Oscar supposes it wasn’t the most descriptive pointer as to the exact problem. “You know,” he says again, he gestures up at his ears. Max squints, leaning forward, trying to make the connection. He tilts his head to the side. 

“You are not scared of me,” he points out, and Oscar knows he’s finally gotten it. Max is a cat hybrid, so the statement is valid. 

Oscar has spent a while trying to determine precisely why Carlos scares him since other natural predator hybrids don’t. He has no problem with Max or Charles, who in theory could be a predators to him. He has no issue with Logan’s eagle features or Fred’s raccoon ones. It’s just Carlos. 

The reality is that it’s all in how they look at him. Max always seems so indifferent when he looks at Oscar. Charles always looks at him with the fondness of a friend. And Carlos… well…

“He’s always looking at me like he wants to eat me,” Oscar claims. Max snorts, putting his hand over his mouth to cover up his laugh, and Lando cackles wholeheartedly, nearly falling out of the booth and onto the ground in his amusement. 

“Oh, mate,” he wheezes. “He wants to eat you all right, just-” his words are interrupted by his own laughter as he gestures around aimlessly. “Just not how you’re thinking.” 

(let me just say i don't want to hear one word about zootopia LOLOL i only thought about that after i wrote what i have so far and its like 95% of the reason that i haven't finished it...)

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can I get a sneak peak of “a can of sprite” 👀

of course! a can of sprite has had a few different names over the time i've had it so i'm not sure if it will change if i decide to post it. it's pretty underdeveloped right now (given i haven't posted it or talked about furthering it) was inspired by a lestappen fan art i saw fun fact although i'm not sure who the artist is so i can't find it for you all

i was torn between putting the can of sprite part in but genuinely that part makes no sense without context LOL

it's a carcar biological bdsm au

heres a sneak peak:

Carlos’s hand rests dutifully on the far side of Oscar’s face, gently cupping his chin, wrist brushing his ear. The opposite side of Oscar’s head barely touches Carlos’s thigh, leaning forward a bit to let some of the weight fall into Carlos’s hand. Oscar is on a pillow on the floor, weight resting on his shins and heels, hands in his lap, back straight, next to Carlos’s standing form. His eyes are glassy, his mind foggy, and Carlos’s thumb moves back and forth lightly over his cheekbone in reassurance. 

See, in the moment, it is hard to conceptualize time before and after. Oscar smells of champagne, sweat, and victory. Carlos is looking at the wall of his driver's room, part zoned out, part examining how the paint blankets the walls, and part soaking up Oscar’s presence. Oscar isn’t thinking about anything. He’s floating. Far in the background of his mind sits the lingering knowledge that Carlos is there to ensure his safety.

Oscar is always perfect when he is not trying. His posture is brilliant, his body is relaxed, and his demeanor is composed and spacy—he is the picture of a perfect sub. When Oscar is trying, like when he is in a particularly difficult mood and attempting to convince Carlos that he isn’t worth the trouble, Oscar tries very hard to be imperfect. 

Whether Oscar wants to sink to his knees with relative ease or make him work for it a little first, Carlos never much minds. Both satisfy most of his needs, and fulfill his time requirements. The one case in which he'd needed a little more than Oscar was ready to give, he’d turned to another sub which was clearly outlined in their contract. 

Oscar doesn’t like to look at Carlos. Usually, he doesn’t even want to kneel close enough to the man to be touched by him. Oscar likes to keep a room's space between them, to speak but not touch, to look only from afar. It is in the contract, though, that he can be closer, that Carlos can rest a hand or two on his body if he consents, which only happens when he feels himself slipping under. But he never looks at Carlos in these moments, not when they are this close. Instead, they are positioned side by side. Carlos needs to be faceless in these instances because Oscar does not like relying on people, especially not Carlos.

By now, Carlos knows a lot about how Oscar works. They meet every other day for an hour to adhere to the FIA's rules, and then occasionally, when Oscar feels like he needs a little extra Carlos is there. Oscar has gotten comfortable asking for it when he needs, Carlos prides himself on that. Right after races is the most frequent time, a few too many hugs, words of praise, or pats on the back are enough to send Oscar over the edge because of his complicated history. 

Carlos gently runs his fingers through Oscar’s hair, smoothing it down from where his helmet had aggravated it. Then he touches Oscar’s back for a brief moment and feels the tenseness that indicates to him that Oscar is nearly done. He doesn’t put a time limit on extra sessions because they only happen when Oscar needs them, like after races, so he likes to let Oscar take the time he needs, no more or less.  He returns his hand to sit on the opposite side of Oscar’s face, keeping him steady. 

“You were very good tonight,” Carlos murmurs. He wants to attach something to the end of it, but pet names, like most other things, are a hard limit, and outright saying ‘Oscar’ feels a little too formal for right now.  

Oscar’s list in the contract looks very different from Carlos’s. Carlos has nearly everything on the table except those he cannot stomach. In contrast, Oscar’s list has only one item not in the limits section that Carlos had to carefully suggest when his first draft came back blank. Kneeling. Alongside it, Oscar has two soft limits: the light physical touch and the words of praise. After that, everything else is non-negotiable.

Oscar kneels, for an hour every other day under Carlos’s supervision to fulfill the FIA-mandated requirements, with Carlos’s secondary and private goal of stopping Oscar from dropping after every race.

Oscar makes a sound that is halfway between a sigh and a whimper. He shifts slightly, leaning further into Carlos’s leg. Carlos wants to praise him again, but he does not. He only gets away with it every now and again, and he already knows that he hasn’t this time.  

Oscar shifts a little bit more, and then, like a switch has been flipped, he stands and shoves the pillow he was kneeling on into Carlos’s hands. 

“Fuck off,” Oscar mutters, and the door to the room slams shut behind him. Carlos stands there momentarily, lets out a huff of a laugh, and then moves about his evening.

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got this idea from @seaplease

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. People can send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it.

here are my most recent unposted wips (:

Like Blood in Snow (lestappen)

only natural (carcar, background lestappen)

a can of sprite (carcar, background lestappen)

Annihilation (carcar)

Dreamland (lestappen)

Righteous (lestappen)

these are the recent wips, i have many more from longer ago but it's likely none of those will ever see the light of day (can you tell i only write lestappen and carcar?) they're not really in any particular order, but after the bonus chapter of ytsfm you might see one of these being my next up C:

feel free to ask if you're interested C:

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oscar said he would pick carlos for his f1 fantasy team…

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with this update San Sebastiano officially surpasses the word count of you’re too sweet for me… i never really thought that would happen but here we are…

btw i plan to post the your too sweet for me bonus chapter after i conclude San Sebastiano, i promise i have not forgotten about you all :)

oh yeah & the new update of San Sebastiano is out — Il Principe di Monaco

i hope everyone is in good health and looking forward to another season of racing :)