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papa sainz is also appendix-less🫣

The no-appendix gang is here!!!! ft papa Sainz

c: itskizara

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charlos will be the 'don't look back in anger' core in Abu Dhabi this year. their divorce will be the biggest heartbreak for me, and I'm not even a big charlos girl. it feels like I'm in the charlos marriage, and i'm on the brink of divorcing my husband. i'm depressed. AND THEY ARE EACH OTHER LONGEST TEAMMATE IN F1.

*the hugs feel like it can be their last hug as teammates, it hurts😿

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carlos corporate!guy x oscar f1!driver

thinking about corporate man carlos who casually has a paddock ticket because of his friends (lando/charles/max). carlos had to pick either mclaren/ferrari/redbull facility each time he could watch the race. and when he chooses mclaren after 3 times at ferrari and 5 times at redbull, carlos bumps into the younger driver of the team, aka mr. oscar piastri.

awkward and very cold, but after one time at the mclaren facility, carlos somehow got oscar's phone number.

there's where all it started✨️

*oscar has already noticed on carlos after 4 races as a rookie, and lando being lando, of course he cried to oscar about how his friend doesn't want to stay at mclaren paddock. but in his second year as a driver, the handsome man stayed at the papaya garage and asked for his phone number. the waiting is worth it🤭 and carlos is wearing either his button-up baby blue shirts (sometimes he came straight from his offline/online meetings, and for once it's pink) or his polo shirts.

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f1 x olympics fic where they first meet in the village but miss seeing each other at the closing ceremony, followed by stalking each other on social media/keeping tangentially in touch in the hopes that they'll see each other again in 2028

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I think carcar is a rare pair that very recently broke containment. But oh god it's so good. I started shipping them as a joke but I don't think it's a joke anymore....

Att. the same person who asked in the first place

anon i have some terrible news for you

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every day I re read carcar fic

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sebson alive and i was sleeping and now im on the way to do my stuffs in the morning.

HOW IS THIS REAL😭😭😭

(now i need jenson to go to james vowles and learn 'HOW TO SEDUCE A DRIVER 101' because i need seb racing again. and ik jenson wants seb too)

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us

sky sports said happy first anniversary to carcar for all who celebrate btw

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something something about these pics

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'i wish you'd talk'

a carcar short au✨️ written hastily😓 (inspired by 'talk talk' by charlie xcx)

“Your Hungarian Grand Prix Winner, Oscar Piastri! Give a big applause and raise your glass for him, everyone!” the DJ from the booth speaks his name, and Oscar just smiles at the crowd who cheered.

The club is crowded, and Lando is gone probably searching for something (or someone). George and Alex are probably talking about Fernando, who was throwing a tantrum because the FIA guessed him as Brad Pitt, while Charles and Pierre are talking about the Olympics (they are curious to swim at the Seine).

And then there is this guy, who looks so good. Wearing his baby blue linen shirt, hair flipped like it came out from the salon, and face sculpted like Greek Gods. Ferrari does have the best-looking driver line-up.

“Enjoying your view, Oscar?” he said and rolled his ‘R’.

Well, of course. “Nope, you covered my view.”

The man chuckled and took a sip from his glass, “Sorry for that,” and he leaned back to the sofa.

“I was just kidding, Carlos. Just sit like you were,” the younger turned to him.

Oscar instantly regretted that he turned to Carlos because now he looked right into Carlos’ eyes. Beautiful eyes.

For the past few months, both of them have been spending some time together. After the Miami Grand Prix (where all collided), it’s either Carlos going to the McLaren accommodation or meeting at a local restaurant where nobody recognized them while eating delicacies and talking. It’s only both of them, and they found some similarities between them (both have the same race engineer at McLaren, little white dogs, used to drive for Arden) and then so many differences (too much, but they agreed on some discussions).

Carlos is not complicated, he thought. But Carlos has so many layers like cakes. And Oscar finds it very comforting because Carlos has nothing to hide other than his burger restaurant in Madrid.

“Okay, campeón,” Carlos moves closer to Oscar. It felt so right.

When the night gets much darker and slowly turns to dawn, Oscar gets drunker and drunker because Pierre has secretly bought so many kinds of alcohol.

“Carlos,” he nudges Carlos’ shoulder.

“Yes, Oscar?”

“Can we go home?” his eyes begged because Oscar was knackered.

Carlos nodded, “Let’s go,” he helped Oscar to get up and held his waist to stabilize the younger.

Charles looks confused at his teammate, and Carlos just looks at him. “Gotta give him a lift, I’m not drunk.”

The man nodded, “Yes, please. We don’t even know where’s Lando or George. I’ll be with Pierre.”

“Okay, I’ll get going,” said Carlos while Oscar was deep in his sleep on Carlos’ neck.

“Be safe, and don’t–

“I’ll be on the speed limit, Charles,” he smiles at his teammate and walks to the exit.

While waiting for the car, Oscar is sniffing Carlos like he is trying to know what is the smell. “Kid, you’re not a dog,” Carlos chuckled.

“You smelled like rich people, Carlos,” he mumbled. Oscar is rich from his Formula 1 paycheck, but he doesn't smell like Carlos.

“Thanks,” the car arrived and Carlos helped Oscar to get into the passenger seat of his red Ferrari, and he even made Oscar wear the seatbelt.

Throughout the journey, Oscar is only mumbling, and Carlos blames it on Pierre and his choice of alcohol.

“Carlos?”

“Yes, Oscar?”

“I wish you’d talk,”

“Talk about what?”

“Talk to me,”

“About what?”

“Wish you’d just talk to me,”

“Oscar, you’re drunk–

“Talk to me in Spanish, talk to me, just talk, Carlos.”

If Carlos doesn’t remember that they’re on the road somewhere, he probably instantly breaks.

“Just talk to me, Carlos,” Oscar keeps mumbling from his sleep, but somehow he finds Carlos’ thigh and rests his hand there.

Carlos is trying to focus on the road, but he replies nervously, “Sí, sí. ¿De qué quieres hablar, mi pequeño koala?”

He only sighed and fell deep in his sleep, looking like a kid.

And yes, Carlos held Oscar's hand that was still on his thigh. Tightly.

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mark: what do i feed it….?

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smh at everyone saying carlos is delaying his team choice too long. you fools, you have not experienced a true silly season. in years gone by silly season wouldn't even start until august, and there would be many native birds and butterflies. global warming caused by an increased use of ferraris, aston martins and mclarens has brought silly season earlier and earlier, with this year's season beginning in february. carlos is not being slow, he is simply respecting the natural ecosystem as it would be, unmarred by overzealous team principles and managers. he is in the process of reforestation and we should be grateful for the environmental work he is doing

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summer break idea?

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jenson button's a 365 party girl but you already knew that

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(apr 6, 2001) happy oscar day 🐨🐰🐱

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✨️JULY 30 IS CARCAR'S ANNIVERSARY✨️

so im sleepy, but somehow, my brain is thinking about this✨️✨️✨️

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this happens before the adoption, carcar happened in spa 2023!!

forgot not everyone is on tumblr and sees the appeal of carcar