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surshica · 1 year

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PINK IS THE NEW RED

: CL16

genre: fluff kinda rushed whatever !

warnings: translated french yeah

A/N: and yes i am talking about singles inferno and the lee nadine. my fav korean-american influencer 🫶 and yeah this kinda has no plot but NADINEEEEE

synopsis: charles is dating someone who was on a love show whom is known for rave parties — charles leclerc x reader (fc: nadine lee)

yn.ln

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yn.ln day 2 of coachella week 1!! guess what i am~ 🧚‍♀️

user52 still can’t believe you were on singles inferno and nobody picked you..

user69 THATS WHAT IM SAYING!! but from the looks of it singles inferno was like a year and half ago so maybe..

user23 nah impossible the men on there lowkey didn’t even stand a chance, they were kinda bland🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️‼️

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user63 liked by pierregasly? does someone have a crush?

user92 pierre is dating kika!!

user63 okay maybe pierre watched singles inferno?

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lewishamilton much fun can’t wait for day 3!

yn.ln where is roscoe.

lewishamilton he’s at home

yn.ln ditching you for your dog

lewishamilton i’ll buy you food

yn.ln ..i wanna try your vegan snacks sir lewis hamiliton

user51 they’re literally flirting bye. WHEN DID YN GETVINTO F1?;!;?

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc today was fun

tagged pierregasly,joris__trouche,audreyrublev

user34 it’s giving old money

user63 whoever styled charles needs a raise because that whole fit is 🤌

charles_leclerc i’ll make sure to tell her that

user73 HER? WHO IS HER?

pierregasly liked by pierregasly btw!

user52 okay the fact the whole grid was there…didn’t know y’all were tennis lovers too

user92 i love how it’s the whole grid and lewis is at coachella

user108 man has priorities what can i say?

user76 if you could pick from going to a tennis game in monte carlo or coachella what would you pick?

user32 mmm…coachella maybe

yn.ln sweats as professional pants we love to see it!

charles_leclerc designers choice!

yn.ln give me the number of the designer i need her to make my outfits 🤭

charles_leclerc no

yn.ln why you gatekeeping bro.

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user19 yn in her influencing arc!!

user43 “liked by yn.ln” DONT DO IT I WAS GATEKEEPING YOU.

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yn.ln

COACHELLA

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yn.ln coachella day 3 🥲 i’m still confused about the frank ocean performance…

tagged fembestie,malebestie

user29 women in stem who can party 😍

user75 RIGHT? like bro was an hour late and dod three performances and called it quits..

yn.ln at least he showed up right?

yn.ln should’ve put xnda up on the stage

lewishamilton okay now you’re setting me up

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user15 YOU ATE THAT. coachella? what’s that? i only know yn festival

user57 they should’ve put me on singles inferno i would’ve rizzed you up.

yn.ln my dms are always open🤷‍♀️

pierregasly someone did not like this comment😭..

user82 100-92 =

user54 98?

user42 LORD…YOU DID NOT JUST SAY 98

user92 💀

user12 i love how it’s just shirtless men in the background and yn in pink

francisca.cgomes i should’ve went with..i was over here third wheeling the whole time.

yn.ln i would’ve snuck you in if i knew you would have to deal with…them.

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charles_leclerc pretty in pink 🩷

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user61 if these are the coachella fits i want to see the lollapalooza ones..BCCCC inspo~

charles_leclerc this sounds like you are going to the azerbaijani gp 🤔

yn.ln are you going to win?

charles_leclerc maybe you’ll be my lucky charm

yn.ln i’ll meet you there then!

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user19 DO YALL SEE CHARLES.

user69 bro got noticed by a pretty girl and can’t act properly..

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yn.ln

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yn.ln he just would not let go of me. no seriously

user59 my gf who doesn’t know is my gf is in a relationship? 🫠

user72 the cat heart necklace imma kms.

user91 now i’m invested into who this guy actually is..

user11 maybe it’s that one guy from the show, the military guy

user40 WAIT theyd be a power couple

lilymhe well tell him to stop being all cuddly we are having a girls night.

yn.ln “he said no and girls night could wait” - C

francisca.cgomes not like his opinion mattered anyways we are still going to steal you

user82 charles is screaming throwing stuff at the wall after seeing this

user99 charles : “hey alexa play that should be me by justin beiber”

lewishamilton i take it you’re here to support mercedes next gp win?

charles_leclerc me when i’m delusional!

maxverstappen1 charles you haven’t even podiumed this year plus we all know yn is here to support me~

charles_leclerc go away you are dating…yk who.😒

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mercedesamgf1 can’t wait to see you repping our merch on the paddock!

scuderiaferrari i guess someone didn’t get the memo that yn is a tifosi 💋

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yn.ln

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yn.ln pink is the new red ‼️

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charles_leclerc wearing an alpines color..

yn.ln pink is just a shade of red charlie

charles_leclerc and you’re supposed to be my lucky charm

yn.ln i will be and forever am

user87 ATE!!

user96 sometimes all ferrari needs is a little pink in their lives~

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user63 PURRRR

scuderiaferrari you might need to teach little charlie over here how to dress!

yn.ln oh believe me i know…

lilymhe i love you i love this fit

lissisemackintosh OH MY🤭 listen if he doesn’t go public thenn~

user52 lizzie knows something we don’t..

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user01 normalize everyone wearing pink in the paddock.

yn.ln you’re right. @mercedesamgf1 let toto wear pink!

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user09 i love how when everyone shows up to the paddock it’s like fancy ass outfits and yn comes in with cargo pants and a white top

user16 she chose comfy not fancy

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charles_leclerc P1 !!! what a weekend for the team and for the tifosi! lets keep pushing more like this especially after the disappointing last few races this year! next up miami 🏆

tagged scuderiaferrari

user77 LETS GO HES BACK.

user96 🔥🔥🔥

user43 charles villain arc???

user82 NOWWW. RIGHT NEOWWWW.

user24 you best believe it!!

lewishamilton amazing driving today mate!! 👏👏

yn.ln hot people got first this race

charles_leclerc 🤔

scuderiaferrari and yall said the ferrari curse was real! 🙄

redbullracing because it still is…

scuderiaferrari nuh uh! if you have a problem with it check out cars it’s fine!!

rebullracing really? i have multiple videos of you drivers saying your car sucks.

mercedesamgf1 yoooo…chill🥶

scuderiaferrari get out of here with your long ass name

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charles_leclerc replied to your story: WELL YOU SEE THE WHOLE SOFT LAUNCH WASNT WORKING ANDD…

charles_leclerc replied to your story: did you at least like the teddy bear?;;

@ surshica | rb & follow.

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holysainz · 9 months

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heating up - carlos sainz jr

pairing: carlos sainz jr x girlfriend!reader

warnings: none

summary: you convince your boyfriend to take on the hot pepper challenge … chili vs chili

You glance across the room at Carlos. Your boyfriend is sprawled across the couch, engrossed in a Spanish reality show. He’s so absorbed that he doesn’t notice the devilish smirk playing on your lips.

“Hey, Chili” you call, borrowing his nickname. It’s ironic given his pitiful tolerance for spicy food, a fact you’re planning to exploit.

“Yeah?” He replies, still glued to the screen.

You flash a grin, holding up your iPhone, “How about a hot pepper challenge?”

He turns, a horrified expression on his face. “You mean … on camera?”

You nod, savoring his almost cartoonish horror.

“Oh no. No, no, no,” he protests, shaking his head.

“But your fans will love it!” You argue. “Picture this: ‘Chili tamed by chili.’”

“Terrible pun,” Carlos grimaces but you know that he can’t deny you anything and see the resignation slowly start to spread across his face.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun!” You promise, flashing your most persuasive smile.

After a moment of consideration, he sighs. “Fine but if I end up in hospital, I’m blaming you.”

And that’s how you both find yourselves in your kitchen, surrounded by an array of intimidatingly red peppers of all shapes and sizes. You flip your phone camera on and your fans are immediately alerted to a new live stream.

“Hello everyone! As you can see,” you gesture to Carlos, who is eyeing the chili assortment with a mix of fear and determination, “I’ve managed to convince our very own Chili to join us in a hot pepper challenge.”

Carlos waves to the camera, forcing a smile. “I’m pretty sure she’s trying to kill me.”

Your fans are thrilled, flooding the comment section with laughing emojis and anticipatory messages. You decide to up the stakes.

“The loser has to do the dishes for the rest of the year,” you declare, raising an eyebrow at Carlos.

“Deal,” he agrees, much to your surprise.

You start off easy with some mildly spiced jalapeño poppers. Carlos manages it with just a few beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Then, you turn up the heat. Literally.

A red-hot habanero pepper is next. You both bite in. Carlos’ face goes from confident to confused to horrified in the span of seconds. Tears prick his eyes as he reaches for the milk … but you’re quick.

“Nope. No milk until the end,” you tease.

He glares at you but it’s short-lived as he doubles over coughing. You’re laughing so hard you can barely keep the camera steady.

The challenge continues, each round spicier than the last. Your fans are going wild, making their bets, offering their condolences to Carlos. Some suggest calling an ambulance preemptively.

Carlos, despite being a tormented, sweaty mess, hasn’t backed down. You’ve got to give him credit — his determination is astounding.

Finally, you reach the grand finale: the infamous Carolina Reaper. By now, Carlos looks like he might pass out but he stubbornly insists on going ahead.

“I’m not losing to a vegetable,” he states defiantly, glaring at the wrinkly red pepper as if his stare alone could send it up in flames.

The Reaper hits hard. You feel your own eyes watering but the sight of Carlos — eyes wide, face red, fanning his mouth frantically — is enough to keep you going.

“Okay, okay,” you relent, laughing between teary coughs and reaching for the milk. “I think that’s enough torture for today.”

Carlos doesn’t say a word, just snatches the glass and downs it.

Finally, he manages to croak, “I hate you.”

You’re still laughing. “Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad.”

“I’m literally breathing fire,” he complains. “I think I might have been turned into a dragon.”

Your fans are cracking up, their comments buzzing with laughter and commiserations for Carlos.

Wrapping up the live stream, you turn to Carlos, whose mouth is now firmly wrapped around the spout of an entire carton of milk

“You okay there, dragon?” You ask, still giggling.

Carlos just glares, face half hidden by the carton, his expression only fueling your laughter. “You know, you’re lucky I love you,” he chokes out.

And despite your grinning and teasing, you know you’re even luckier to have him.

Your spicy challenge video goes viral, featuring in countless meme compilations. Your fans, ever the comedians, edit fire-breathing animations onto Carlos and photoshop his face into every relevant House of the Dragon scene they can get their hands on.

Carlos grumbles each time he sees the video but you notice the smile he tries to hide. He’s a good sport, and though he’ll never admit it, he enjoyed the chaos. Plus, he’s free from dishwashing duties until the end of the year so who’s the real winner here?

You smile, plotting your next challenge. After all, what’s the good of having an extremely memeable boyfriend if you can’t immortalize his best moments on video?

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onboardsorasora · 2 months

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So my very first fic/maxiel idea was this paranoid alpha Daniel thing where he was suffering at McLaren and thought people were saying he was an unfit alpha to take care of his pack. I never wrote it because, well idk. Sounds dumb but everyone was moving on from alpha!Dan narratives to omega!Dan and I also couldn’t think of how to even write it and I knew it was going to be all depressing n stuff. I guess that interview in Aus where Max says it gets smelly and Daniel said he sweats a lot kinda brought me back to alpha Dan in a way. But I focused on the after. The way after. Anyway. Idk if I’ll ever continue this. I’m just happy to get this down- with the block I’ve been experiencing lately. But at least. Here it is

“Gosh, at least open a window or something.” Lando complained when Max opened the door.

“You’re lucky I even let you in.” Max groused. The apartment smelt fine to him. Like them. Daniel’s sweat and musk was fine perfume to his senses, even as it quite literally blanketed the air in his pre rut state.

“You literally invited me.” Lando raised the tote bags at his side, pulling them out of Max’s reach playfully.

“Mate! Don’t be a dick.” Max pouted while Lando laughed at him.

“You’re so jumpy, nervous?” Lando walked into the kitchen, making sure to not brush against any furniture.

“Yeah, well. It’s his first rut since— y’know.” And Lando did know. This was Daniel’s first rut with Max since they got back together, since Daniel was allowed back on the grid, since Red Bull took him on so they could keep courting, since Daniel got healthy again. Since the incident.

Since Daniel had a public mental breakdown and they disbanded his pack, saying he wasn’t a fit alpha to take care of anyone.

Max had been taken into Charles’ pack and Lando to Carlos’.

“Are you guys going to mate?” Lando asked, picking at his cuticles— a Daniel habit he picked up.

“No, not yet. He wants it to be special he said.” Max smiled softly.

“Where is he?” Lando had expected to see the alpha in the couch with the way how his scent was so strong— as if he’d been walking around and rubbing his armpits everywhere.

“He’s taking a shower.—“

“Maxy do we have any of those- oh hey Lando.” Daniel walked into the living room scratching his ear. His shirt clung to the wet spots on his shoulders and back.

“Hey mate, how’re you feeling?” Lando chirped, giving in to a quick hug.

“Steady. I’m feeling steady.” Daniel slung an arm around Max’s shoulder and the omega leaned into him easily and with a smile. Lando couldn’t hold back his grin.

“I’m glad.”

#alpha!dan #omega!max #literally might just be it #maxiel #max/daniel #my ficlets

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non-stop-imagines · 11 months

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Red Braids

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: A cute moment between new couple Charles and Y/N out of the public eye.

Warnings: A lot of fluff, slightly unrealistic Ferrari hopes, Carlos lowkey rooting for you two, it probably being terribly obvious it's been a while since my last time writing

A/N: Hi! To those who were following me before, I have missed all of you, and to newcomers welcome!!💖💛 While I am not new to fanfic writing, I am new to writing Formula 1 stuff. I have previously written a lot of MCU stuff, but Formula 1 has been my new obsession for nearly a year now, so I decided it was time to put my daydreams to use. Now, as a new American F1 fan, it truly feels like I'm starting on the backfoot here when it comes to truly producing good F1 fics, so advice is highly appreciated! I hope you all like this short little blurb I literally thought up and wrote in a day. I hope to be writing more in the future. Requests are open, so send me things to write, and let me know if you want to be added to a tag list or something of the sort! Love you all!💖💛🩷

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You finish tapping out a text as you take a glance at the nearest TV facing you at the back of the Ferrari garage. You dab a bead of sweat threatening to drop onto your eye lash. Even with fans blasting on you, cooling you from the Brazilian heat, your sweat was working overtime to cool you down. A 1:14.8 lap time brings Charles up to third on the leaderboard during the second practice session of the weekend with approximately 5 minutes left in the session. Carlos’ time blinks up next. A 1:14.75 that causes his name to move up the board and land right between his teammates and Sergio Perez. You shake your head as the session comes to a close and you watch as Max’s name stays unmovingly at the top of the leaderboard.

“Go and head towards Carlos’ side of the garage to prep for the press pit.” Your supervisor instructs in her thick Italian accent. As a new member of the Ferrari communications team, you’re being given trials in different positions to see where you best fit. Currently you’re in a rotation on Carlo’s media and communications team, specifically in charge of voice recording interviews and getting pictures and video of him for the Ferrari instagram, and have been doing pretty good if you do say so yourself. Very simple yet enjoyable work.

“If I hear one more thing about ‘improving but not quite matching Red Bull’s pace’ I am going to rip out my braids.” You mumble as you wait for Carlo’s to finish exiting his car.

“Now you know Charles would hate that. He likes your braids.” Carlo’s voice makes you finally look up from your phone and give a small grin, surprised he heard you over all of the garage noise. Carlos looks up from putting his gloves in his helmet and smiles back at you, chuckling a bit. After a short driving debrief from his race engineer, you and Carlos found yourselves headed to the press pit, following behind your supervisor while fielding fans.

“I am going to be taking some of my braids out tonight, though.” You comment, as a young fan comes up to get his hat signed.

“Oh, really. Why?” Carlos does so then stops to pose for a selfie before continuing to walking.

“Just to refresh a few. I’m getting my hair done after this weekend anyway, so I decided there's no harm. I’m gonna put a little red in these braids.” You finally reach the press pit and allow Carlos to enter first before following him in.

“Creative. Can’t wait to see it.” He smiles as he looks back at you, does a quick hand shake with his teammate who somehow made it there before him and is currently waiting to do his second interview, then continues toward his own interview. You grin at Charles as you approach him, giving him a quick peck on the lips and fixing a small piece of his hair that was out of place before quickly moving over to where Carlos was ready to begin his first interview of the afternoon.

After a good 30 minutes somewhere outside of your hotel room, Charles finally returns, food in one hand, and a couple of large waters in the other. “Joris says hello. He also brought some pasta carbonara.” Charles drops the bag with the food and the waters on the small room table and then turns to look at you sitting crisscrossed at the front of the bed, focusing on cutting the end of the braid in your hand so you can begin to unravel it.

“Aww, that’s sweet. Why didn’t he come up?” Your focus was still on the braid in front of your face while Charles watched your movements as your fingers expertly undid the braid, red painted fingernails dancing through the hair like the most intricate ballet.

“He was busy. Had to go meet somebody.” He moved to the bed and laid behind you, watching as your moves speed up the closer you got to the root of the braid and how your focus has now shifted to the TV screen that was streaming the first practice session which you didn’t get to watch. “You’re getting you’re hair done next week, no?” Charles asks, now a little closer to you, watching you repeat the actions from the previous braid on one last braid before you begin rebranding process.

“Yeah, Tuesday. Taking advantage of my day off during the non-race week.” Though your focus was on the screen in front of you, you could feel Charles eyes burrowing in the back of your head, knowing that his curiosity was getting the best of him. “You want to try? I guess this is the first time you’ve really seen me do my hair.” You look back and giggle at his off-guard expression and the small shuffle he makes so that he’s next to you so he can get to the partially unraveled braid framing your face.

“Okay. What do I do?” He lifts his hands, but is obviously unsure of what to do with them.

“So, when it comes to undoing the braid, it’s basically lie helping the braid unravel itself. So what I do is pick one side of the braid, and then gently pluck the strand out on that side and the other two pieces should undo as well.” You demonstrate the motion once as you explain it to him and are met with probably the most confused expression you have ever seen on his face. “I am so sorry. I’m really bad explaining. Just try it and I’ll help. I promise, it’s simple.” You hand off the braid and try to stifle your laughter as Charles clumsily but carefully completes the task. “Breath, you’re undoing a braid, not diffusing a bomb.” Your now uncontained laughter melts the through the concentration that Charles held as he finished undoing the braid. He provides his own laughter to regain the playful air that usually surrounds you two.

“It wasn’t that bad! I have no idea why I was so nervous!” His breathy chuckle brings butterflies to your stomach as you get up to grab the braiding hair from your suitcase.

“It’s fine. I just think I’m gonna wait to teach you how to braid.” You giggle as you gather a few more items up then jump back onto the bed.

“It is probably for the best.” Charles breaths out in amusment, but keeps the spot next to you as you start your braiding prep. You both go back to watching the practice as you wet your hair and add just enough leave-in conditioner to moisturize the exposed hair, making small comments about the action you missed due to debriefing and being given your assignment that day and eating the food Charles’ friend so graciously brought to you two. It didn’t take long for you to begin braiding, but by that time the stream of the practice session was done, so you tossed the remote over to Charles for him to turn something on. You begin to pull out a section of the long braiding hair that starts off black but then gradients to a deep red. Charles doesn’t notice until you begin to braid, causing him to stop his channel surfing and watch as you swiftly produce the first braid.

“You like it?” You shift your attention to him as you finish off the braid, keeping the huge, cheesy smile that wanted to be on your face to a grin that was obviously hiding something bigger.

“Absolutely! You are really getting into the Ferrari thing, with the nails and the hair. I love it.” His motions were highly enthusiastic as he acknowledged the, albeit unnecessary, effort that you put into showing team spirit in your new position that you are now almost 2 months into.

“Thank you.” Your words were quiet as you received the compliment from the guy that took the risk and asked you on a date 2 weeks into knowing you. He knew the risks that came with dating anyone inside the team, along with the extensive paperwork, but knew that he would go through any lengths or red tape to spend more time with you. Find out your interests, what makes you laugh, what makes you talk non-stop, what makes you smile the brightest and everything in between. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you continued braiding and Charles decides on watching some sports channel showing soccer highlights.

As you begin your last braid you look at the bedside clock to see that the time has encroached uncomfortably close to 1 o’clock in the morning. Charles has now laid back on your bed again, scrolling and occasionally tapping something out on his phone.

“Do you have anything to do in the morning?” You ask sheepishly, trying to hint at the time.

“Nothing until 7:30, but I probably should head back to my room, huh?” He chuckles and grabs his jacket, his partially filled water, roughly checks to make sure he didn't leave anything, then begins to slip on his shoes. Once he's ready to leave, though, he lingers for a moment, coming to stand with you at the long mirror that's hung on the wall near the door while you admired the finished product.

“Oh, okay.” You pause for a moment, obviously trying to remember the simple question you wanted to ask much earlier but completly forgot to. “Do you think Ferrari will have any luck in qualifying tomorrow?”

“I guess we will see, won’t we?” He continues to follow you as you dig through your luggage for a small BIC lighter, and you look up to see the same confused look from the earlier unbraiding experience plastered on Charles’ face.

“It’s for the braids. But that information is for the next hair lesson. Now go.” You shoo him towards the door, following behind him. He begins to open the door to leave, but not before turning to give you a short, sweet kiss on your lips.

“I can’t wait." His eyes scan your face briefly before finally beginning to exit. "See you in the morning…well I guess…you know what I mean. Want me to bring you something for breakfast tomorrow?” He now had a foot out of the door.

“Could you? I’m always jealous of the pastries you have in the morning on quali days.” You smile at him, absentmindedly messing with a newly done braid.

“Absolutely.” He starts to walk away but quickly sticks his foot back in the door. “I really like your hair, by the way. I don't really think I said that.”

“Thank you, Charles. Now get out of here.” Your response was sappy and motherly, causing him to flash you one last bright, childlike smile before leaving. All you could do was walk back to your bed, a goofy looking grin pasted on your face.

#f1 x black!reader #black reader #black fem!reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x black!reader #carlos sainz

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interlagosed · 8 months

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Lando and Carlos’ first time in a sauna together at McLaren is…instructive.

Jon and Rupert decide they might as well do some training together, so they stick them both in a sauna room and leave them be. Lando, of course, is absolutely panicking. He already has a huge crush on Carlos; now he’s literally in a hot, steamy room with Carlos who is wearing next to nothing, while he himself is wearing next to nothing too.

Lando has his legs pulled close together, shoulders kind of hunched in a protective way, whereas Carlos is just relaxed against the wall, trying to breathe deeply and relax. He’s perfect: built and powerful and masculine and so confident with himself. And he’s so beautiful too, his face damp, cheeks red, mouth parted just slightly, hair sticking to his forehead. Lando can’t help it, can’t help how tight his groin feels at the sight of Carlos, and he’s glad that the steam obscures a closer look. And he’s glad there’s distance between them, because if Carlos were any closer, Lando would combust.

Only Carlos opens an eye and looks directly at Lando.

“What?” Lando says.

“Ay, no, I was going to ask you that. What?”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t look comfortable.”

Lando is both relieved and flustered. “Yeah, mate,” Lando grumbles, “not all of us are used to being hot and sweaty and gross and naked all the time.”

Carlos rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling, and that makes Lando feel weak. “All the time, he says. You just have to breathe through it.”

“Ugh.”

Carlos laughs again and then, horribly, he’s upright and, horribly, he’s walking towards Lando. “Come on. Show me.”

Lando’s brain stops working. “Show- what?”

And Carlos is before him, and his whole body is glistening with damp, and the hairs covering his thighs are slick against his skin, and even though he was made to wax his chest and stomach, he can see the line from his belly button to his- to his his growing again. Lando presses his legs even tighter together.

“Show me your slow breathing,” Carlos says. He kneels in front of Lando and gently presses Lando’s shoulders back so he’s in a more relaxed position. Lando’s skin seems to catch fire and ice at the same time. Carlos’ touch is delicate, so careful, like he…like he is afraid to handle Lando. He then, and Lando wants to die, presses his hand to Lando’s chest and stomach. “You should be able to feel it here and here,” he says.

“I know how to fucking slow breathe,” Lando snaps, his voice sounding shallow and whining to his ears. Carlos’ hand is huge, and it’s still against his stomach, and it’s so close to his semi-hard dick and Lando is terrified and thrilled and fuck he wants Carlos to touch him, he wants so much.

Carlos smiles a handsome smile at him, and Lando wonders again how they became teammates. “I know,” Carlos says patiently, and his thumb does an odd thing where it grazes gently against Lando’s skin. “You are just not doing it, no, because you are uncomfortable.”

That is true enough. Lando sighs in response, and Carlos encourages him: “Vamos. You can do it. In, out.”

So, feeling trapped and hot and sweaty and vibrating where Carlos is touching him, Lando takes a deep, rattling breath. It pools in his chest, his stomach, and he lets it out again. Carlos’ hand is still against his stomach.

“Good job,” Carlos says softly, and Lando smiles even though he wants to die. “Another.”

Lando does it again, and this time, Carlos’ hands travel to the sides of his stomach, his huge hands able to somehow hold his sides while also feeling at his diaphragm. It makes Lando feel small. It doesn’t make Lando feel weak, though. Without Carlos asking, Lando does it again, and he does feel himself relax. His eyes are closed, his body is relaxed, he can feel Carlos’ hands grounding him, and when he lets out another deep, wonderful breath, sweat trickling down the side of his nose, over his lips, he hears Carlos whisper, “Good boy,” and it feels so fucking good, especially when Carlos squeezes his sides, fingers curled against his skin. “Good boy.”

Lando lets out a soft noise, pleased, and Carlos seems to take a deep breath himself. “Is this better, Lando?” Carlos asks, his voice oddly strained, and Lando opens his eyes and smiles at his teammate.

“Yeah. Thank you,” Lando replies, and he is struck by how suddenly vulnerable Carlos looks. “Sorry for being annoying.”

“You are not,” Carlos says firmly, and whatever was in his face changes to his usual self. “We should be done soon anyway.”

But he hesitates before he gets back up. Lando looks at him curiously. Then, Carlos reaches out to gently touch Lando’s jaw, and he says, “You don’t need to be uncomfortable. Or not confident. You are- you are perfect.”

Lando blinks at Carlos. Where the hell did that come from?

But the moment is over, because then Carlos lightly slaps Lando’s face and announces, “¡Vale! my eyes are sweating. I am going to the showers.”

Lando yelps and scowls at Carlos. Carlos only winks in response, annoying, and manages to escape before Lando can smack him back. But Lando takes a moment or two to collect himself before he follows Carlos out into a shower of his own. And he knows for a fact that Carlos knew that Lando was hard and getting harder the whole time he was coaching him.

And though he should be mortified, he can’t be. Carlos told him he was perfect, that he shouldn’t be uncomfortable. So Lando would listen.

After all, Lando considers with an eager twisting in his stomach: Carlos knows Lando is a good boy.

#hibi writes #carlando headcanons #I have thoughts about a subsequent time in a sauna too 👁️👁️#not proof read!!!

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possessionisamyth · 9 months

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Carlos won’t send nudes, and Leon respects that even if he does pout about it. But occasionally, Carlos will indulge Leon in some phone sex when one of them is away.

Carlos has plenty of toys to use and Leon loves hearing him, always makes him put the phone speaker down by his hole so he can hear how wet Carlos is.

“God, baby, please, wish I could see you, wish I was there, you sound so good, fuck –” Leon’s eyes are squeezed shut, picturing Carlos but it’s never as good as the real thing. He curses this stupid fucking mission for taking him away, all he wants right now is his cock in Carlos and his hands on his skin.

Carlos is a mess, fucking himself on two toys, and even though he himself isn’t very vocal the shlick, shlick, shlick sounds of the toys sliding in an out of him are plenty loud.

They don’t have long, they never do with this type of thing, so soon enough they’re both spilling, Carlos onto the sheets beneath him and Leon onto his pants, as much as he tries to avoid it. (Carlos tries to keep from coming on his stomach when Leon isn’t there to clean it up, but some still gets on him and Leon has him collect what he can and suck it off his own fingers.)

They say their breathless goodbyes, and Carlos lays for a little bit longer before getting up to clean himself (it’s much less fun without Leon.)

When Leon does get home they’re both fucking insatiable. Once Leon has recovered enough he’s all over Carlos (he insisted on sucking Carlos off before he even rested, but Carlos made him wait to do anything else.) Pushing him against the wall, into the mattress, hands never leaving Carlos’s body.

Carlos likes to struggle a bit, just to feel that Leon can actually overpower him, that he’s genuinely strong enough to manhandle him to where he wants. But eventually he goes pliant and moves easily, feeling so good he quite literally can’t think about pushing back.

If Leon wants to get fucked it has to be before he fucks Carlos, because once he has access to this mans hole he gets carried away immediately. That being said, Carlos loves fucking him, specifically in mating press so he can watch in awe at how easily Leon’s knees come up to his shoulders (his flexibility never stops making Carlos unreasonably horny.)

One of Leon’s favorite things is to fuck Carlos and come inside him before having Carlos sit on his face and eating him out. Leon eats ass like he’s starved and isn’t shy about how much Carlos’s smell turns him on.

They also have to work out separately if they actually want to get anything done, because the minute Leon smells the sweat and musk coming off of Carlos he cannot help himself. He spends an unreasonable amount of time (to Carlos, not him) just working his way down Carlos’s body, nuzzling his nose into anywhere he can and licking the sweat off his skin. He pays special attention to the hair on Carlos’s belly, rubbing his face into it with no shame.

Though they’re few and far between, sometimes Carlos lets Leon cockwarm him for long enough that they both fall asleep. Every time this happens, Leon wakes up to Carlos rocking his hips subconsciously, unable to resist even as he’s asleep.

(this was less of a mini fic and more of a collection of thoughts based on yours, but I hope you enjoyed anyways!)

HI HELLO HELLO HI GOOD EVENING HELLO HI, ANON YOU AND I SHALL HAVE AN AUTUMN WEDDING-

Let me just return the favor (cracks my knuckles)

Leon's fingers slid through Carlos' hair moving his messy bangs from his forehead. "You're doing so good."

Carlos had one hand wrapped around the base of Leon's cock, pubic hair brushing into his pinky, with his lips stretched around the rest. The tip of Leon's cock teased the back of his throat testing the limit of his gag reflex. They hadn't started like this. They usually didn't when Carlos made it home after one of his ten hour flights, but he'd caught Leon lazily jerking off on the couch, and...well... The jetlag got him halfway asleep and sucking Leon's dick would definitely get him the rest of the way there.

Drool spilled down his chin as he bobbed his head meeting the closed circle of his fingers each time he went down. Carlos would like to take in more, but he knew his limits. If Leon fucked his throat as he was now things would get the bad kind of messy. A weak whimper left him at the soft caresses to his scalp, and he slipped his other hand under to roll Leon's balls in his hand.

Leon cursed, his fingers tightening in Carlos's hair. It didn't hurt, but it sent a shiver down his spine. He sucked around his mouthful. Precum coated his tongue. He wanted more. He really wanted more, but the risks outweighed the rewards. His own cock remained half hard and neglected in his pants. He'd take care of it later. Probably. It didn't matter. He was currently that special type of cock drunk where all he wanted was to taste the salt on Leon's skin and have cum fill his mouth.

Pulling off Leon's cock, Carlos worked both his hands to get Leon off. His hand worked fast, pressing his thumb under the head. He built up spit in his mouth before licking up the shaft of Leon's cock to use as makeshift lube. The slick sounds could barely be heard over the noise from the TV, but Carlos watched the muscles of Leon's stomach clench with anticipation.

"Fuck, fuck," Leon's hips thrust into Carlos' closed fist.

Aiming the head of Leon's cock towards his open mouth, Carlos stuck his tongue out and rubbed his other thumb into Leon's taint. A long groan left Leon's chewed pink lips. Thick ropes of cum dressed Carlos' tongue. His bottom lip. His chin. All until Leon stopped shaking and his ass fell back onto the couch. With a parting open mouthed kiss to the tip, Carlos tucked Leon back into his sweatpants and wiped his hand on his shirt. A shower sounded nice right now.

He was moving to stand up and get his suitcase when two hands grabbed his arms and pulled him onto the couch. Actually, less onto the couch and more on Leon who planted one hand on the back of Carlos' neck and the other on his ass. Carlos found his bottom lip sucked into Leon's mouth before they were kissing. The kiss didn't last long. A rushed meeting of lips and a moment later, Leon avidly licked his chin clean and was kissing down his jaw.

"Come on, man. I'm tired," Carlos said giving Leon's shoulder a light shove.

"You jumped me." Leon's nose pressed under Carlos' adams apple as his tongue flicked out to lick along the line of his neck.

"Yeah, and now I'm tired."

Leon sighed and pulled away giving Carlos a deadpanned stare. "Surely you know this means war."

"Instead of war, you can wake me up however you want tomorrow."

"However I want."

Carlos got out of Leon's grasp and headed down the hallway to their bedroom. His hand was on the doorknob before what he said registered, and he called out, "Within reason!"

"No, no, no. No takebacks! You said however I want," Leon replied.

Carlos rubbed a hand down his face. He really shouldn't make promises while working with two hours of sleep.

#resident evil #re #carlos oliveira #leon kennedy #kenniveira #carleon #anonymous #fanfic #i hope this is to your satisfaction because normally it takes me 10 years to write any smut hence the short length #fic lemon

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sleepdeprivedqueer · 2 years

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Anime boys that I just know have a happy trail

Portgas D. Ace

It's literally mentioned in my fanfic Dancing In The Rain

It doesn't matter how many times he shows up in One Piece without a happy trail, he has one, there is no denying it

I do have a feeling that he would shave it though but with a little love and perseverance he could and will most likely keep it

Just imagine Ace on the deck of the Moby Dick doing heavy chores like carrying heavy boxes around and just sweating

Drops of sweat rolls down his chest and down to his lower abdomen and some even get stuck on the happy trail like how water gets stuck on a web

No one can convince me otherwise

Shanks

Nothing

In the history of anything

Could convince me

The first time I laid my eyes on this man's stubble face

Nothing screamed louder than "happy trail!"

This man is literally built for one, he has the body for one

I have a feeling he probably has bigger titties than Zoro

And you're going to tell me he doesn't have a happy trail!?

You must be smoking something because there is no way

I refuse to believe

He can most likely use it to seduce woman, I have no doubt that he does

Trafalgar Law

Man probably shaves it

Either that or it's trimmed very close to the skin where it seems like a stubble just starting to form

He looks a emo teen that never grew up in pre time skip and and with how teens look now with the full in fucking beard this man had to of had a nice happy trail at some point

He had to of kept it pre time skip but during those two years he must of been sniffing something while making medicine or something to get the feeling to shake it

All that I know, is that his S/O will have to beg for him not to shave it

Red Dead Redemption

Every man in this game has a happy trail, unless your Trelawny or the Italian man that took Jack, or most of the men in Saint Denis

Miche

I really don't think I need to uhm

Explain this but I have a feeling I have too

Not only am I convinced that he has a happy trail, but he also has chest hair

And that chest hair thins out into a line that forms into a happy trail all the way down his stomach and to his lower abdomen

Like I said, I feel l need to explain very much or anything at all so there you go

Carlos Oliveira

Have you seen this man

For those of you that have not

He literally has the hair of a fluffy and shaggy dog

He has the facial hair of what you would expect from a modern nice dog man in the west or maybe in the mountains wearing a flannel over a normal shirt

To add too it it's most likely a sleeveless flannel

Hell he's probably more of a mountain man that a western man

But anyways!

There is a literal mod for RE3 remake of his shirtless and not only does he have chest hair

But it also thins out like Miche's does into a happy trail down his stomach and lower abdomen

Just like Shanks and hell Miche too, he screams happy trail

But unlike the rest he gets his caught on a belt whenever he wears one

And he looks like he has a dog boy personality and in fact he has one so he does whine

Yomo Renji

Another one that screams happy trail

He has a stubble in his chin

If I remember correctly and you can fact check me on this

Ghouls aren't known to grow facial hair, so the fact that he has a stubble

It could mean he could have a happy trail

He has the body for one

#one piece #whitebeard pirates #ace one piece #anime #portgas d ace #shanks one piece #red haired shanks #miche zacharias #renji yomo #tokyo ghoul #carlos oliveira #resident evil 3 #red dead redemption 2

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"my little rockstar"

summary:

— Carlos was a straight-up rockstar, shredding on his electric guitar 24/7 and playing shows with his band until he met you at one of his gigs. He found himself besotted when he first heard you singing and playing the ukulele, ever since then he was forever longing for you to be his.

genre:

— fluff & modern au

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— oh don't mind me i'm just projecting myself through this fic hehehe, shoutout to @pochi-moochika & @cahmilo for giving me this idea on discord lmao.

Sweat and steam were everywhere on the stage, but the crowd went berserk nonetheless. There were cheers, some were screaming the band's name. It almost seems surreal. Carlos grins to the audience as he exits the stage along with his band members. As soon as he enters the dressing room, he takes off his shirt full of sweat, he groans and throws the shirt to the other side of the room. Carlos lets out an exhausted sigh and lies shirtless on one of the couches, one of his bandmates joins him.

"Great show out there, Carlos"

"Likewise, Jaime"

Jaime, the band's bassist, smiles briefly at him before taking a quick nap. Another bandmate walks across the room to retrieve a bottle of water, Carlos nods to him.

"You fucking killed it out there, Matéo"

"Thanks, amigo. You're literally the MVP tonight"

"Of course, Camilo ain't shit on the guitar"

"Hey! I heard that!"

A voice belonging to Camilo, Carlos' twin brother, echoes from outside the dressing room. Matéo, the band's drummer, chuckles along with Carlos and proceeds to change his sweaty clothes. Tonight was one of their paid gigs, the money wasn't overflowing but it was enough to keep the band afloat. Carlos enjoyed playing the guitar and singing for the band anyways, if someone were to ask him, he thinks that his band will make it far enough to the point of earning a grammy, it just takes more time and effort. Gaining a large fanbase is just the first step to becoming successful.

Eventually, Carlos leaves the venue along with his brother, their mother is still probably going to scold them for coming home late despite telling her about the gig. As Carlos converses with Camilo, his guitar case slung over his shoulder, he catches a person coming out of his peripheral vision. He stops.

"Uh, hi Carlos! Do you mind giving me an autograph?"

The person says. Carlos looks at them reluctantly, he spots the blank page of a notebook and a marker in their hands. Camilo nudges his twin by the shoulder.

"Oh, yeah. Sure"

Carlos replies, five seconds delayed. He gently takes the person's marker and notebook and scribbles his fancy autograph he's been working on since fifth grade. He returns the items to them and notices the sparkle in their eyes.

"Oh my god, thank you so much! I've been a fan of yours since your first gig around town, you guys are fucking awesome!"

"Highly appreciate it...uh, what's your name?"

"[Name]! I know I sound kinda familiar"

"Oh shit, you're my classmate! Well, thanks for being a huge fan, [Name]"

Carlos shoots [Name] a genuine smile, and they smiled back brightly. He slowly watches them give him a wave goodbye before disappearing across the street. Camilo looks at Carlos with a playful grin.

"Well would you look at that, your first-ever fan"

"Shut up, my fanbase is bigger than yours"

"How dare you! Mine's ten times larger!"

"Fuck off, your fans ain't loyal"

"Why you-"

The bickering between the brothers halts when they hear Camilo's ringtone going off. Camilo swiftly fished for his phone in his pocket and answered the call, it was from their mother.

"Where are you two?! It's way past midnight!"

"Lo siento mami, we're on our way home!"

The class was awfully slow for Carlos, he blew the hair out of his face and twirled the pen on his fingers. He had nothing to look forward to later since his next gig with his band was next month plus practice today was canceled due to an emergency from Jaime. He rests his chin on the palm of his hand and lets his eyes wander around. He catches a surprising figure of you, the person he met from his last gig, slouching on your seat and eyelids heavy. Carlos holds back a laugh when he watches you close your eyes and succumb to sleep midway through a lecture.

"[Surname]! My class is not your naptime!"

"GAH! I'm sorry sir!"

You bolted up from your seat, now fully awake as your teacher gives you a stern look before returning to the lecture. You pouted and looked around to see if anyone's laughing at you. Sure enough, you spot Carlos Madrigal biting his lip and preventing a cackle from escaping his lips. Your cheeks turn warm as you meet eyes with him, he offers a smirk and you return it with a playful roll of your eyes.

The fateful ring of the bell finally arrives, signaling the end of another school day. Carlos collects his things quickly, he swings his backpack over his shoulder and softly approached you. He sees you stuffing all of your things in your backpack chaotically, you turn to see him standing there and you gasped. Carlos speaks first.

"Hey"

"Oh, hey there, Carlos! Do you need something?"

"Not really, I was wondering if you wanna hang out?"

"Wait, with me? No way..."

"I kinda want to know more about my biggest fan"

Carlos casts you a friendly smile, something he seldomly does consider the constant scowl on his features. He finds the glittering excitement in your eyes adorable. You and he began leaving the school grounds and wandered around town, eating and chatting. Mostly you were the one who was blabbering about his band's amazing music, it was fascinating to watch you gush about his band. Throughout the day, Carlos has become fond of you, he was surprised that he wasn't annoyed by you.

Sooner, both of you separate ways before exchanging your social media. You got home with a giddy smile because your ultimate idol, who happened to be your all-time crush as well, decided to hang out with you today. You were losing it when you were alone in your room, literally screaming and jumping all over the place. Meanwhile, Carlos was tuning his guitar when he saw you online on discord, he was curious enough to put away his guitar.

Carlos bit his lip, honestly hesitant to send you a message. You're probably busy right now. He was taking too long to decide until he sees you go offline, and he frowns. Why does socializing come so hard for him? It took him half an hour to send you a message on discord, he chokes on his saliva when he sees you instantly go online the second he sends the message.

[name]: heyyy what's up?

carlos: nothing, i was just bored

[name]: wanna call? if you're down with it

carlos: ok

He answered your call and for a moment there was silence until he hears you making odd noises. Carlos quickly scrambles to his feet to get his earphones, once safe and secure, he tunes in to you from the other side. He listens to the sound of your fan, there were a few instances of you talking here and there, and it was kinda calming. His eye merely falls out of his sockets when he hears a familiar sound, was that a ukulele?

Oh my god, you're playing the ukulele, and you're good too. Carlos listened to you practicing and he was holding back an excited grin. He couldn't help but interrupt you halfway.

"Wow, you can play the ukelele?"

"Oh yeah, I can play guitar too but mostly I prefer the ukulele"

"Play me a song if you don't mind"

"Sure!"

Carlos waited as you began to gently strum the ukulele. A gasp almost escapes his lips when he hears your singing. Holy fuck you sounded heavenly. His heartbeat goes faster by this. Your voice sounded purely melodic and he's so deeply entranced by this. Carlos closes his eyes and doesn't notice the lovestruck smile on his face as he continued to listen. When your singing ends, it only left him wanting more.

"Holy shit, you sound so good"

"Oh my god, thank you! This is a lot coming from you"

"Okay wow, can you sing for me more? If it's okay"

"Yes, I would love to!"

You smiled and started looking up for songs to sing on the ukulele. When you resume playing and singing, Carlos felt like he's ascending to heaven. And just like that, he can feel himself slowly falling for you. The discord call lasted nearly two hours and Carlos still couldn't get enough. He wanted you to sing for him in person. That night when he lay in the bed, he couldn't stop replying to your voice in his head.

You and Carlos grew very close in a span of a week to your delight. You were extremely flattered at the fact that he praised you for the wonderful singing you never thought you were capable of. Ever since then Carlos has been insistent on you singing for him with your ukulele through a discord call. Sometimes both of you would leave your cameras on and you would catch him smiling at you, it was driving you insane. It was like your wildest and craziest daydreams are coming true.

Carlos finds himself dropping everything just to hear you sing on your ukulele, he loves to shower you with genuine compliments. Seeing you acting so adorable with flushed cheeks and holding your ukulele is urging him to fall deeper in love with you. Carlos adored the idea of you being his little rockstar, playing him songs on your ukulele that would make him swoon so much. It was like your voice is straight-up crack and he's snorting the fuck out of it like an absolute crackhead.

He would never be satisfied unless you play for him in person so one day, Carlos demanded to come over to your place. It was casual hanging out at first until he finds your ukulele and practically begs for you to finally play a song for him. You excitedly agree. The moment you opened your mouth, Carlos was done for. His knees were weak and his stomach was doing summersaults. He wanted to stay there with you for an eternity just to hear you sing for him like that. Carlos wanted to keep you for himself, you were his little rockstar.

As you finished singing, you were taken aback when Carlos reaches to caress your cheek. You look at him with owl-like eyes. Your grip on your ukulele loosens as you fail to find the words to speak. Carlos draws himself closer to you.

"Can you please be mine?"

"Fuck yes!"

You quickly exclaimed and wrapped your arms around him. Carlos yelped as he stumbled back and into the floor with you in his arms. He grins and holds you close to him, he couldn't believe it, you wanted him too. As you buried yourself within him, Carlos began thinking about getting an engagement ring and proposing to you because there was no way in hell he was going to let you go.

"Mind singing me another song, [Name]?"

"I'll literally sing for you for eternity, Carlos"

"That's my little rockstar"

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seroqueldreamer · 1 year

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Okay also!! Bc I have been binging TUC!!

TUC x WTNV

HEAR ME OUT! HEAR ME OUT! CECIL IS LITERALLY THE VOX POPULI! HE IS THE FUCKING VOICE OF NIGHT VALE! CARLOS IS THE VOX PHANTASMA! HE IS THE VOICE OF DREAMS!! ALSO I REALLY JUST WANT WILD MAGIC USER CARLOS BC IMAGINE WITH ME, THIS MAN WHO IS SO CEMENTED IN REALITY, UNABLE TO MAKE SENSE OF A REALM NOT CEMENTED IN REALITY!! MAN COULDN'T CONTROL SHIT!!!

Now I know people would argue the two should be switched! But Carlos is an interloper! He's new to Night Vale! Like how Pete isn't native to New York! He had moved there a few years prior!! Cecil like Kingston is born and lived in Night Vale his entire life! Cecil never leaving and unwaveringly loyal to Night Vale! The only real difference is that the Umbral Arcana is so thin in Night Vale, the dreaming is merged with the waking world and is really only there to keep the really nasty shit out.

Night Vale is an outlier in that the dreaming and waking is so merged, that it's nearly impossible to tell apart anymore. When Carlos is in the actual dreaming, he sees the golden door, but doesn't try to open it. Instead, he has a panic attack because what the fuck was this place? He's no stranger to weird dreams, he's had them for as long as he could possibly remember. His weird dreams are what lured him to this bullshit in the first place! The mysterious man with the dulcet tones, saying his name, and it was the single most beautiful, hypnotic thing he'd ever heard. But this? Did he take too much Xanax to cope with this hellish town? But why isn't it working? Why is he still panicking? He instead wakes up in a cold sweat, and goes to brew a strong cup of coffee and throw himself into some work. Fuck sleeping. He'll stay awake until his body forces him to sleep.

#the unsleeping city #carlos the scientist #cecil palmer #vox populi #vox phantasma #welcome to nightvale

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welcometololaland · 2 years

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I guess I’m gonna come into your inbox and scream at you every Sunday now. Literally woke up this morning and was like “wonder if Love Game has been posted yet” and it HAD. I am so mad at you I could slap you for making me read this WIP.I literally wish I could space travel so it could be next Sunday. My nerves are shot. The burn is so good. The SLOW BURN.I’m sweating.

ITS GETTING HOT IN HERE (SO HOT) SO TAKE OFF ALL YOUR-

oh no wait that's TK and Carlos 😏

I don't think you are alone in wishing bodily harm on me but I DONT WRITE ANGST (really) SO THIS IS MY VERSION! please enjoy the burn 🚩🚩🚩

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descendantsramblings · 3 years

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Style Headcanons

So basically, I’m a big hater to the way the costume team worked on them. The whole “All Isle kids wear Leather” and “Auradon Kids always look like they’re on their first kid and on the way to the country club” thing drives me crazy. It sorta feels like they made costumes before giving them personalities (The leather on Carlos and Evie feels like it clashes with their personalities. Lonnie’s dresses in the first movie doesn’t fit the personality we see, even though she didn’t have much of a personality until movie two. Audrey dressed like a thirty-four year old mother who just picked up her kid before going to the country club. Ben’s only good outfit was his swim trunks.) So here are some personal headcanons and pictures of what I imagine for them. (I started making them at 1am last night lol)

Villain Kids

Evie

As someone raised to want to be a princess, she wants to dress like how she imagines a princess would.

She loves pastels and is no stranger to pairing pastel blue with a neutral red or bright white.

The only pants she really wears are either athletic shorts or those little flowy elastic shorts, otherwise she’s all skirts.

She’s sorta a prep but not in the same way a character like Audrey would be.

Evie has respect for most aesthetics, even though she doesn’t fully fit just one. However, she hates crocs and those little pastel shorts that white boys wear, she will announce it often.

Wouldn’t be caught dead in neon colors.

owns a blue fur coat (it’s fake fur, obviously)

Carlos

Baby boy is a total softie

You know that one gay little sweater in movie one, that’s where they went right, more of that.

He’s into the soft boy aesthetic and only strays from it for formal wear

loves layering sweaters over button ups

Cuffed jeans, always because ya know, bisexual

Owns a floral button up from Jay, normally he hates patterned button ups but it’s his favorite shirt.

Loves striped sweaters, he owns about 6 variations of them in different colors (all include red, white, or black of course)

Jay

In theory, Jay doesn’t really have one aesthetic, he’s willing to try on just about anything

Most of his clothing was bought by Evie or Carlos, especially his formal wear

The only clothes that Jay will buy for himself is athletic wear

He doesn’t really see the point of buy clothing that he can’t go straight to practice in.

Still has the beanie, but he owns one in just about every color to match it to his outfit.

Listen, we know Jay’s main color is yellow/gold, but why did we always see him with more red/blue in the movie? What type of snow white aesthetic were they trying to give him?

Jay owns a button up that he write on, he refuses to wear it actually buttoned though

Mal

She loves the grunge/alternative aesthetic, she thinks it makes her look more like she belongs to the Isle

She wouldn’t wear skirts until after she and Evie became friends, Evie bought her her first skirt (a purple plaid one) and she fell in love with it

Mal has a whole jewelry box of just chains, both necklaces and ones that attach to clothing

Owns a pair of Demonia Swing-815 boots (black patent) and a pair of Demonia Camel-203 boots (holographic purple)

100% owns one of those studded hot topic belts.

Has a headband with little horns that symbolize her mother’s horns

Instead of the leather half gloves from the movie, she has those little fishnet gloves and covers her hands in rings.

Uma

Her style is similar to Mal’s because if Mal is going to do something, Uma will do it better.

Uma only wore outfits that were super Fem and had skirts until Mal started doing it

Then it was Uma always wearing pants, because of her love for plaid skirts she owns a whole collection of plaid pants

the only jeans she owns are black or dark wash.

Her first ever large purchase was a pair of Doc Marten 1460 Zip Tartan Lace up boots (they’re green, black, and blue plaid)

She and Harry bought matching Doc Marten Jadon platforms (his are more shiny though)

Isn’t as into chains as Mal, more into chockers.

Harry

When the E-boy aesthetic came out, Harry was all over it

Harry definitely has one of those chains with a little lock on it.

I’d like to imagine he has baby gauges

the before mentioned platform doc martens, he definitely treats them like his baby

Even though Harry dresses like an e-boy, he always has his pirate hat on

Definitely wears cloth masks as a fashion piece he actually would wear his in the pandemic though, unlike some people who wore them before but not for safety

Harry is actually really good at graphic liner, he owns a gold, red, and white eyeliner to add color to the outfit if it’s mainly black

gold>silver

Bought plaid pants because Uma did, he want’s to match with his captain

Gil

As we know (maybe you don’t) it’s in the canon that Gil’s mother taught him to sew and he enjoys it.

So Gil doesn't dress in one aesthetic or even close to being in one, he wants to try out everything, both making and wearing them.

He does stick to a monochrome color scheme though, mainly shades of brown with white or black thrown in. Sometimes he adds a little red or yellow though to “honor” Gaston

Most of his clothing is more comfortable than anything

Only owns three pairs of jeans, the rest are different types of pants (he loves corduroys)

Owns a pants chain that harry bought him but he only really wears it when Harry and Uma are wearing one so he won’t feel left out on it.

Dizzy

Baby girl has seen the Isle steal the childhood innocence from people, she dresses in kidcore as a way to keep hers

Her outfits always has at least 4 different colors in it.

No stranger to neon colors, she has a pair of overalls that are neon rainbow and covered in gummy candy and she only wears them with a neon green tee, Evie and Carlos hate this outfits, Jay loves it because of the disappointment it brings to the two fashion fans

Dizzy’s outfits in the movie were colorful obviously but they should have been just more over the top

She loves patterns and has no fear of pattern mixing

definitely owns some funky earrings, clay rings, and statement necklaces

puts beads on her shoe laces, especially on her converse (they were white ones, she drew all over them)

Auradon Kids

Ben

Okay so Ben’s animated and movie outfits were bad, you can’t convince me of anything else

Why was Ben not dressed in the soft boy aesthetic? You’re trying to tell me that Belle’s son wouldn’t be a soft boy?

He has a jean jacket with his father’s beast symbol painted on the back

Absolutely loves graphic crewnecks, often layers them over collared shirts

He and Carlos go shopping together often in their free time

Lover of funky crew socks, ones with paintings, patterns, logos, whatever. But his socks always match

After he and Mal started Dating, he bought a white jean jacket and let her paint it, he wears it all the time even though it didn’t match his original clothing, he bought more clothes in her color scheme to match it

He owns like 6 pairs of high top converse (light blue, yellow, white, navy, black, and Purple after getting the jacket back from Mal)

Chad

Listen, out of everyone he was the closest to how I imagined he should be, that being said, he had a little soft boy thing going on in some movies that I don’t think fit his personality

Polos and button ups are basically all he owns, but he does have some of those pastel simply southern esc graphic tees (Southern people probably know what I’m on about, all the guys who act like Chad at my school have like 5 of them each)

Owns 6 pairs of those horrid little southern boy pastel shorts in different shades of blue (plus 1 white pair)

Will not wear jeans, ever, the only pants he owns are khakis

All over the shirts that have logos embroidered into the shirt over the chest.

Definitely gets asked if he’s on the way to golf/ the country club, the joke is that he is, he has to meet his father there after school

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Audrey

Listen, I’m not an Audrey stan, but they did her so dirty in the first movie

She should have been the stereotypical mean girl outfit wise, I mean, mini skirts, all pastels

Owns a pink teddy coat, and a white one, she actually cares about if they get dirty though, takes good care of them

definitely has a collection of tennis skirts, pairs them with sweaters/crewnecks or blouses that have a slight puff to the sleeve

The type of girl to wear rufflely rompers on her birthday every year, pink, white, or baby blue obviously

loves those tiny shoulder bags

preppy and looks good in it.

cropped polos and tube tops

Jane

This account is a Jane should have been cottage core/ fairy core fan page, her outfits were almost there, just not there, she’s literally a fairy but can’t use magic nor did they let her dress like one, I hate it here

Baby girl loves gingham and floral patterns, some of her dresses are a little more to her mother’s taste than hers (her mother bought them) but as long as it’s a pattern she likes she will wear it.

Cardigans are her best friend, she owns one in multiple shades of pink and blue, plus a white one (all of her clothing fits a pastel pink/blue/white color scheme)

Babydoll dresses her a her favorite style of them (the one I put in the top right corner is what I imagine her birthday dress as)

People try to mockingly ask if she’s on her way to a tea party/picnic (like they do with Chad and the country club) if the answer isn’t actually yes one of her friends still say yes, no one can be rude to her about it

She owns a corset (Evie bought it for her, it made her nervous at first but she loves it)

Owns kitten heels and flats mainly also two pairs of mary janes (in white and blue)

has one of those little pearl purses that aren’t really useful but they’re cute

Lonnie

Last but not least, our funky little lesbian (she is, Jay is just her emotional support queer man) Lonnie, she sticks to the teal, blue, and pink color scheme they gave her in movie one

She mainly wears sweats (or athletic clothing) otherwise it’s graphic tees tucked in (many of them are from the men’s section)

Only wears sneakers, she has places to be but also collects them (also owns 1 pair of pink crocs, Evie tried to burn them)

Carlos and Ben talked her into wearing a collar shirt under a graphic tee once (they bought her a sleeveless button up which she hated at first) and now she does it anytime she wants to look like she put effort into her outfit.

Wears a lot of necklaces and rings (she loves to layer necklaces, she thinks it makes her sweats look less boring)

Uses a mini backpack instead of a purse, easier to carry more things.

Has two pairs of custom painted air forces.

Hates wearing bracelets but always has to have a hair tie on her wrist so they don’t feel empty .

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bulkhummus · 3 years

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WTNV 198 REACTION IM SO EXCITED (✨spoilers✨)

1. I’m glad Larry Leroy has a beautiful new house made up of his art.

2. NOT THEM MENTIONING WWDITS

3. JANICE AND ESTEBAN HANGING OUT CONFIRMED

4. META STATION CAT MENTION — oh poor khoscheck (silas?) im literally vibrating im VIBRATING

5. NOT THE WOODS PLEASE IM SWEATING I BET THERE IS ART THERE U KNOW WHY U KNOW WHY IM GONNA THROW UP ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER IM GONNA LOSE IT

6. crazy that the station has its own helicopter now wow that makes me feel nostalgic

7. i love aerial views of towns they do shatter ur perspective 😌

8. Carlos and his PROTECTION 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 yes baby feel safe u have carlos’ big beefy brain protecting u

9. carlos is so cute ahdhshsksk the compliment bit is true oh hes so sweet i want to pat his head

10. MINO SHE/HER — oh no shes threatening OH NO NO SUN OH NO OH NO — cecil ur bladder please WAIT THE BATHROOM

11. God fucking love this music (side bar while the weather plays) i hate the misconception about labyrinths being a place where u get lost thats just Not True — they are places with a start point and an end point, a path, which u walk on with intention and contemplate— theres no maze aspect to it— this has been hummus’ labyrinth fun fact corner)

12. OH NO KHOSCHEK IS GONE ISNT HE OH NO OH NO IM GONNA LOSE IT

13. BLACK LEATHER LAB COAT IM SWEATING U KNOW IM GONNA DRAW THAT OH FUCK

14. oh no them pleading with her bc of esteban 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 oh no and him compliment janice 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

15. cecil empowered by compliments???? ??????

16. AN OLD FRIEND HUH

17. YES CECIL BE CONFIDENT IN YOURSELF BABY THATS RIGHT YES YES also carlos calling cecil sweetie gets me every time

okay final thoughts:

ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER AND CECIL BEING IMMUNE TO THE FOREST FEELS LIKE IT MIGHT BE A BIGGER DEAL TO ME YALL ……………. Oh god … also love the idea of carlos wanting to protect them and then it being cecil who ended up saving the day — idk idk idk !!!!!! mino is Out now which idk if thats good or bad? I feel like primarily thats probs Not the Best

also id literally do anything for Silas and Cecil to meet like honestly and truly

but we have one more episode before 200 and u KNOW they have something juicy cooking for 200 so idk! im excited and raring to go for the next two episodes!!

(still would love some carlos backstory some day)

so …. cecils got trauma in the woods… but also hes impervious to them? confusing

also i had this intrusive thought but imagine Silas was cecils dad— i know hes not bc he didn’t know cecil or night vale and who knows how old he is or whatever lol but could u imagine them pulling that ? ??? and THAT was the point that tied it all together — lol

#thanks for reading if u even did i kind of just blacked out #These are a lot but live reacting helps me retain the content :) and im having fun so u legally cant be mean to me #i wont apologize for my excitement just be excited with me today was long and hard #i went from midnight mass to wtnv in like 30 seconds so im all over the place #send me asks if u wanna chat my brain is bursting with theories #wtnv #wtnv 198 #Wtnv spoilers #welcome to night vale

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rafael-silva · 3 years

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lean into me, I’ll catch you: a tarlos fic

The 126 paramedics get called to the scene of a bar fight, tension rising during the drive. The chaotic scene is cluttered with police presence, TK spotting Carlos’s patrol car upon arrival. Once inside the bar, TK gets thrown a sudden and painful curveball.

for bad things happen bingo: tarlos + hidden scar

hurt carlos reyes, worried tk strand, paramedic tk, hurt/comfort, emotional/hurt comfort, kisses, whump, comfort, angst with a happy ending

6.5k | rated T | on ao3

*****

The call comes in a little after lunch.

The crew had just finished cleaning up, all of them hanging out in the common area, keeping busy with various activities. Tommy is chatting with Judd in the corner, while TK, sitting on the kitchen counter, is engaged with Nancy in their own conversation. They restocked the ambulance after their last call and after making sure everything was on track there, relaxed and fell into an easy exchange filled with their usual playful banter and quirky back and forth. TK laughs at one of Nancy’s statements, his eyes wrinkling at the corners which elicits an equally hearty laugh from his partner.

Then the bell goes off, calling the paramedics to a scene of a bar fight with multiple injuries. TK hops off the counter and he and Nancy meet Tommy in the ambulance bay, TK sliding into the driver’s seat, Nancy into the passenger one, Tommy closing the doors behind her as she gets into the back. The sirens blare loudly as TK presses down on the gas petal and drives towards the heart of downtown Austin.

Halfway into their trip, the ambo radio springs to life.

“Be advised,” a dispatcher starts, “incoming report of an officer injured on scene.”

“Copy that,” Nancy replies into her radio. “We’re five minutes out.”

She looks over at TK and notices his grip on the steering wheel tightening and his facial expression hardens as he squares his jaw at the new information. She knows what’s going through his mind.

“We don’t know that it’s him,” Nancy says in a low, calm voice.

TK replies with a firm nod, swallowing. Having no further information on the identity of the injured officer or how bad the injury is, TK feels his head spiral towards the worst case scenario.

Silence falls upon the rig, the atmosphere turning sharp and tense and TK makes no indication of speaking or doing anything besides driving, really, his focus solely on arriving at the scene.

He tries his hardest to control his thoughts, but all the what ifs tug at him and feed into his fear of losing Carlos. He wills his heart to stop thumping against his ribcage as he rounds the corner, the bar in sight now. They’re so close, yet it feels eternities away.

TK parks next to a couple of other ambulances that have responded, the common red and blue lights bouncing off the buildings around. TK jumps out, making quick work of grabbing the medkit as Nancy shoulders the lifepak and Tommy emerges from the back. He’s fast on his feet, making his way through the bystanders and police presence and into the bar, Tommy and Nancy hot on his heels.

The scene is chaos, and it’s almost like a tornado had ripped through the bar. Broken chairs scattered around the space, turned tables, shattered pieces of glass littering the ground, crunching underneath TK’s boots as he strides in.

He pushes all that aside, heart hammering in his chest again as he holds his breath, and having seen Carlos’s patrol car outside moments ago, immediately scans the wrecked place for the officer.

Relief floods his body when his eyes land on Carlos standing with Officer Mitchell near the bar stools, both of them talking to two men, one wearing a red jacket and the other a baseball hat, as the officers attempt to calm them down and diffuse the situation. What little relief TK felt is quickly replaced with concern then, reading the tension in the air and knowing that his boyfriend is quite literally in the middle of it.

It appears those two men are the origin of the havoc, judging by the amount of cops hovering near them, taking statements from people around. TK notices how Carlos’s shoulders are rigid and his face stern as he speaks, sharing a fast look with his partner before returning his attention to the man in front of him.

TK looks away for a moment, to where the other officer is injured and that second is all it takes for a roar to erupt behind him and all hell breaks loose again.

TK isn’t exactly sure what happened as he turns around, but Mitchell jumps into action to keep Mr. Baseball Hat back while Mr. Red Jacket yells heatedly at the other man, scrambling to free himself from Carlos’s hold.

It takes TK’s mind a second to catch up with what’s happening and his heart sinks further seeing Carlos in the middle of the brawl.

TK wants to push through and pull Carlos to safety but he’s suddenly aware of a hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place. He doesn’t need to look to know that it’s Tommy. She most likely had read his mind, his team knowing him so well by now, as she anchors him next to her.

TK is vaguely aware of Nancy saying she’ll check over the hurt officer, but his eyes never leave Carlos, watching with drawn eyebrows as his boyfriend attempts to move Mr. Red Jacket backwards to separate to two angry men. He feels helpless standing there, although he knows deep down that he can’t get involved in the middle of this fight, that he doesn’t have the training for this, he wishes there were something he could do to protect Carlos. To make sure Carlos is okay and safe.

TK trusts that Carlos can handle himself, but it still doesn’t make this situation any easier. The two men don’t appear to be slowing down, fueled by rage and adrenaline, it appears that they’re overpowering Carlos and Mitchell.

Officers rush over to aid Carlos and Mitchell, but they reach them a little too late. TK feels his heart drop as he watches his boyfriend’s face morph into a wince, his eyebrows drawing together and eyes going wide at a realization. Carlos is momentarily frozen in place as the two men are taken down around him. But he doesn’t move after, blinking slowly now. And that’s the thing that keeps TK on edge.

TK himself stunned, remains in place, his eyes moving with Carlos as the taller man searches the crowd, eyes hazy, not really looking for anything in particular. But TK sees a spark of recognition when Carlos’s eyes eventually land on him.

TK can tell that Carlos relaxes ever so slightly, his brown eyes meeting TK’s worried green ones. The world narrows to the both of them, the sounds around them mute, movements in slow motion, and TK tries his hardest to understand what just happened. Because something isn’t right, Carlos not having moved an inch and is seemingly unaware of what’s happening around him. TK sees Mitchell speak to Carlos over her shoulder as she hauls Mr. Baseball Hat away, but Carlos makes no indication of having heard her.

And then TK gets his answer, catching the slow movement of Carlos’s hand moving to his stomach, and TK’s eyes widen at the large patch staining the officer’s uniform there.

It all clicks together then.

Stab wound, TK’s mind supplies.

The paramedic is all too aware of his quick breathing now, and his heart dropping into his knees as he watches Carlos sway dangerously to the side as he loses his balance, the patch getting bigger with each passing second.

And the way Carlos’s arm weakly reaches out towards him has TK springing into action, fleeing from Tommy’s hold as he pushes through the crowd to catch Carlos.

“Carlos is hurt!” He yells over his shoulder to his Captain, his heart in his throat now.

TK gets to Carlos just as he’s tumbling forward towards the dirty floor. TK drops his equipment as both arms instantly reach out to steady the officer, Carlos falling against his chest but TK, ready for the impact, keeps their balance as he takes on Carlos’s weight.

“Hey, hey,” TK says softly. “I got you, I got you.”

TK gently lowers Carlos down, the sudden appearance of the paramedic and Carlos nearly toppling over capturing the attention of the officers around as they regain their collective breath from handling the two men.

“Reyes?” TK hears someone call from above as he places his palm over Carlos’s stomach and applies pressure, receiving a groan from Carlos.

That grabs Mitchell’s attention and she turns around, grip still on the man and her eyes go big at seeing TK and her partner on the floor. She hands him off to another officer before she’s rushing to their side.

“Carlos! What the hell happened?” She asks TK, her voice filled with shock.

“He’s been stabbed,” TK replies, eyes not leaving Carlos’s face, who’s growing paler by the second. “Hang on, Carlos. You’re okay, just hang on.”

Before anyone else can speak, Tommy’s voice echoes.

“Coming through!”

TK only looks up then, seeing Tommy and Nancy crouch next to them and open the medical bags.

His attention back on Carlos, TK’s breath catches in his throat when he sees Carlos looking at him, eyes glassy, doing his best to focus on TK.

“TK?” Carlos breaths, his voice frail, almost afraid that he’s imagining the paramedic.

“Yeah, I’m here, I’m right here,” TK is quick to comfort him, reading between the lines.

TK gives Carlos the best smile he could muster, hoping it’s not as shaky as it feels to him.

“Hurts,” Carlos wheezes, shutting his eyes when he feels added pressure on the wound.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, babe,” TK replies. “We gotta control this bleeding.”

Carlos sighs, face rolling to the side as he peels his eyelids open, finding TK again amidst the fog that is his vision.

The blood seeping through his fingers bring tears to TK’s eyes, and he swallows against his dry throat, trying to keep the tears at bay. It feels like Carlos is slipping from him, and he’s overcome with so much fear, visible in the shaking of his hands. His whole body feels like it’s on fire, heart racing and sweat rolling down his neck and back. He shakes himself out of it, knowing he has to stay strong and calm, for Carlos’s sake.

“You’re okay,” TK sniffs. “Stay with me, baby. Focus on me.”

“Always…you,” Carlos murmurs.

“TK, I need you to remove your hands for a moment,” Tommy instructs.

He meets her gaze with wide eyes, frantically shaking his head.

“I can’t—he’ll—he’ll lose more blood, I have to keep applying pressure,” TK responds, a tear escaping his eye.

“I’ll be quick,” Tommy promises. “I need to inspect the wound.”

After a moment, TK reluctantly pulls his hands back, immediately taking note of how Carlos’s face relaxes a little once the pressure is removed.

TK holds his breath, hand finding Carlos’s and gives it a squeeze, a reassurance that he’s right by his side. Carlos uses all the energy he could muster to return the squeeze.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” TK says as Tommy works, Nancy taking Carlos’s vitals.

Once Nancy finishes and reports Carlos’s numbers, which are low, she hands TK a large piece of gauze and then secures the IV line she started, prepping Carlos for transport.

“Okay,” Tommy nods once she’s done, moving back and TK doesn’t waste a second in covering Carlos’s wound with the gauze and pushing down.

The almost lack of response from Carlos is alarming, and TK looks at Tommy with broad glistening eyes, fear radiating from his green irises.

“He’s going into shock. We need to move now,” Tommy instructs.

A gurney seems to materialize next to them out of thin air, but TK minds no attention to where it came from as he and a couple of other officers lift Carlos off the ground and onto the gurney. The crowd parts as they move, TK keeping constant pressure on Carlos’s abdomen. Mitchell trails closely behind them, clutching her radio as she speaks into it.

They push Carlos into the ambulance, Tommy following and TK getting in after her.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital,” Mitchell tells TK.

He nods as Nancy slams the doors shut and races to the driver’s seat.

The ride to the hospital is agonizing. TK watches as the oxygen mask Tommy placed over Carlos’s face fogs and clears with each weak breath he draws in, his face ashen and skin clammy to TK’s touch. The bleeding had slowed down a little, but there’s no way of knowing what kind of damage has been done internally.

Tommy discards the blood soaked gauze in favor of a fresh one, placing it over Carlos’s stomach and the pressures earns them a hiss from Carlos.

“You’re okay, babe, you’re okay,” TK says, running his thumb along Carlos’s knuckles. “We’re almost at the hospital, everything is going to be just fine.”

“Tired,” Carlos’s voice filters through the mask.

“I know, but you gotta say awake. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Carlos would do anything for TK, so he obliges with a small nod. He sucks in a wobbly breath, and lets it out slowly, eyes latched onto TK. There’s so much worry and fear engraved into TK’s forehead, the height of his fright on full display and Carlos wants to ease that pain and wants to wash away TK’s panic. So he gives TK his best smile, its small and uneven but TK understands.

“You’re okay,” TK nods.

They reach the hospital a few minutes later, the ambulance coming to a halt at the Emergency entrance and the doors are torn open a moment later.

It’s a fury of action from there, Tommy and TK pushing the gurney as Carlos fights against the darkness threatening to take over. He’s semi-aware of Tommy passing the information to the medical team as he’s being wheeled through the hospital hallway, then he directs all his attention to feeling TK’s hold on his hand, warm and steady, strong and reassuring. He sees TK’s face in his line of vision a few seconds later, he’s speaking but the sound doesn’t reach Carlos’s ears.

Then TK’s face is gone as quickly as it had appeared, along with his grounding hold.

A shiver runs through Carlos’s body and he realizes just how cold he is at the loss of TK’s touch. It’s the last thing he’s aware of as he loses the battle with the impending darkness, his eyes slowly slipping shut.

TK feels a piece of his heart being violently torn from him watching the team wheel Carlos away and into an elevator, taking him straight to surgery.

The doctor had reassured them they’ll do everything they can for Carlos, and those words weigh heavily on TK’s shoulders. He knows nothing is guaranteed, knows no promises can be made.

His head falls forward, his chin hitting his chest as he pleads and pleads that Carlos’s time isn’t up, that Carlos won’t be ripped away from him. Because this can’t be Carlos’s end, this can’t be their end. They’ve only just begin, there’s still so much he wants to do with Carlos, so much he wants to see and experience with him.

TK pleads that the I love you he just spoke won’t be the last time, or the last thing, he tells Carlos.

TK is looking at the elevator long after the doors have closed and he feels a hand land on his shoulder, the same way it had earlier at the bar.

“Come on, TK,” Tommy’s speaks in her motherly tone. “They said we can go to the waiting room on the surgical floor.”

TK nods, but makes no indication of movement. It’s when he sees Tommy and Nancy move towards the elevator that he does move, but in the direction of the stairs.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll take the stairs,” he says.

“Okay,” Tommy nods. “The stairs it is.”

TK turns to see Mitchell rushing over, and she quickly notices the drop in the paramedic’s shoulders.

“Is he…”

“They just took him to surgery,” TK tells her.

She nods, the concern for her partner clear on her face.

They climb the floors in silence, the echo of their boots on each step the only sound until they reach the surgical floor, easily finding the waiting room near the nurse’s station. They file in, TK dropping into one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs and resting his elbows on his tights. He leans forward, his hands folding into each other and he closes his eyes, sucking in a deep breath.

He opens them and stares at his hand a few moments later, his stomach churning unnaturally at all the blood coating his skin, Carlos’s blood. He shudders and looks up when a few wet wipes appear in his vision.

Nancy is standing in front of him, holding them out with a sympathetic expression on her face. He gratefully accepts them and starts wiping the blood, the wipes turning pink with each stroke.

Once he’s finished, Nancy disposes the wipes in the trash, returning and taking a seat next to her partner. TK’s leg starts bouncing, his nervous energy palpable and evident in his movements and in the way he worries his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I, uh,” TK breaks the silence, his voice small and low. “I need to call Carlos’s parents. I’ll be right back,” he gets up and walks out of the room, and with one more look in the direction of the operating rooms, makes his way downstairs and outside.

The sun is still hanging high in the sky when TK steps out of the emergency room entrance. It hasn’t been an hour since the paramedics arrived at the bar, but it feels like it's been a lifetime for him. It’s hot and the atmosphere is sticky with humidity, his Austin Fire t-shirt under his uniform clinging uncomfortably to his body.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket and opts to sit down on a nearby bench, opening his phone contacts and finding Andrea’s. His finger hovers over her name for a few moments as he steadiest himself, bringing the phone up to his ear once it starts ringing.

The line comes to life after a few rings, and the words get caught in TK’s throat.

“TK!” Andrea greets, her voice cheery and upbeat. “How are you, amor?”

“Mrs. Reyes,” TK starts and then pauses, letting out a shaky sigh. “Andrea…”

Andrea immediately picks up on TK’s broken tone, the concern hugging her next words. “TK, are you okay?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m okay, it’s…” TK’s voice quivers. “It’s Carlos. He…we were on a call and he got hurt.”

“Dios mio,” Andrea breaths out and TK can hear hustling in the background now. “What happened?”

“It all happened so quickly…we got called to a bar fight, and PD was already there, and Carlos and his partner were talking to two men. It seems like the fight was over but it suddenly started again and Carlos was in the middle of it,” TK sniffs, letting the tears run down his face. “We’re at the hospital now, I don’t—I can’t—” he hiccups.

“Breathe, TK. Take a breath,” Andrea guides him.

TK can hear the strength in Andrea’s voice, but he can also tell it wavers a little, the worry apparent alongside the steadiness.

“I’m sorry,” TK recovers. “I’m okay.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for, TK. And Carlitos will be okay, too,” Andrea replies. “He’s strong.”

TK holds onto her words with everything he’s got. He knows those words are for him, just as much as they are for her, as well.

TK nods, and it momentarily slips his mind that Andrea can’t see him. “Yes, ma’am. He’s the strongest person I know.”

“That’s it,” Andrea says. “Now tell me, which hospital are you at?”

TK returns to the waiting room after hanging up with Andrea, his eyes going a little wide with surprise when Owen and Judd get to their feet at his reappearance.

“Dad? Judd? What…” “I called them,” Tommy supplies from her seat. “It goes without saying that you’re off duty now, and we thought Owen should be with you.”

“But doesn’t your shift start soon?” Owen shakes his head. “I’m staying right here, Judd’s going to be Acting Captain during this shift.”

Deflated and drained, TK doesn’t find it in him to argue.

“I was on the phone with Judd when Tommy called and when I told him,” Owen starts.

“I wanted to be here to see how you were holding up, and to be here for Carlos, too,” Judd continues.

A ghost of a smile passes over TK’s face. “Thanks, Judd. That means everything.”

“Always, brother,” Judd replies, wrapping TK in a warm embrace.

TK feels like a little boy in Judd’s arms, holding onto the Texan and drawing strength from him. Judd tightens his grip on TK, knowing the younger man needs it and pats him on the shoulder a few times. TK nods against Judd’s shoulder in understanding.

*****

“I’m sorry.”

TK frowns, turning to face the source of the words.

“What are you talking about?” TK asks Mitchell.

They’ve been alone for twenty minutes; Judd had to leave for shift, while Tommy and Nancy got a call soon after and left, but not before TK promising to call or text if he needs anything and to update them on Carlos’s condition. Owen had left a little after that, on a quest to find food. Which had left TK and Mitchell sitting in silence.

“This is all my fault,” Mitchell shakes her head. “I didn’t see it, I was right there and…I let Carlos down, I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, no,” TK gets up from his seat and moves to the one next to her. “This wasn’t your fault, and you didn’t let him down. I know you always have his back, and that makes it a little easier watching him go to work every day. This…this is only one person’s fault, and it’s that man’s who intentionally hurt Carlos.”

Mitchell’s gaze remains on the floor, unable to look into TK’s eyes. “I was right there,” she repeats. “I should have seen it. I was right next to him. I can’t help but wonder if I had just been quicker…”

“It was chaos, everything was happening so quickly and it was a blur. I don’t even think Carlos saw it coming. It…came out of nowhere,” TK sighs. “I was watching you both and I looked away for one second, and I keep wondering if I just hadn’t looked away…maybe I would have seen it,” he confesses. “I was further away, maybe I would have caught it. The man moving to grab the knife or something.”

Mitchell does raise her head then and looks at TK, finding identical unshed tears in his eyes as in hers.

TK sighs again. “The truth is, what ifs aren’t going to help us now, and they won’t make this any easier. They’ll just drive us down a spiral that has no end, trust me, I know. All we have to focus on now is Carlos. He’s going to be okay.” TK turns to look out into the nearly empty hallway. “He has to be,” he whispers.

He sees Mitchell nod from the corner of his eye.

Mitchell was gone by the time Owen returns, carrying a couple of brown paper bags and three cups of what TK can tell is iced tea.

Owen frowns when he only sees his son there. “Where did Officer Mitchell go?”

“She had to leave, their Captain called. He needed her at the precinct to take her statement about what happened,” TK answers. “She’ll be back as soon as she can.”

Owen nods, setting everything on the table in the middle of the room and hands TK a cold cup.

“Thanks,” TK gratefully accepts the beverage and takes a small sip, reveling the coolness running down his parched throat.

“You should eat something,” Owen gestures to the paper bags.

“Maybe in a little bit, I’m not really hungry,” TK shakes his head.

Owen purses his lips but doesn’t push, instead he settles for a nod and a gentle pat to TK’s shoulder.

TK is nearly done with his iced tea when hurried footsteps break the drape of silence that had fallen on him and his father.

He looks up and sees Andrea through the glass window, a moment before she’s stepping into the room, her handbag clutched tightly at her side, brown eyes wide and face heavy with worry.

“TK, Owen,” she pants as both men get to their feet. “Any news yet?”

Owen shakes his head. “He’s been in there a while, we should be getting an update soon.”

Andrea nods and throws a glance over her shoulder in the direction of the big swinging doors. She sighs, turning back to look at TK, but he isn’t looking at her.

Instead, TK is looking down at his hands hanging in the air at his middle, busying themselves as he anxiously runs his fingers over each other.

“TK,” Andrea says softly as she approaches him. “Look at me, amor.”

Slowly, TK lifts his gaze to Andrea’s, a tear rolling down his cheek.

She gives him a small, sad smile and cups his face, wiping away the fallen tear. “It’s going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

That’s all it takes for the dam inside TK to break, a sob tearing from his throat as his body shakes with the force of his tears.

“Come here,” Andrea whispers, placing her hand at the nape of TK’s neck and gently pulls him towards her.

He goes easily, returning the embrace as she wraps him in a hug and soothingly runs her other hand up and down his back.

“I got to him as fast as I could,” TK says, voice muffled against Andrea’s blouse.

“I know in my heart you did everything for our Carlitos,” Andrea replies as she pulls back, but keeps TK close.

“I wish,” he sniffs. “I wish I could have done more.”

“From what Tommy told me,” Owen’s voice comes from behind them, “you did everything in your power for him, TK. You saved his life.”

TK drops his head. “If I had seen the knife…maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation right now. Carlos would be safe, not in surgery.”

“You can’t put that weight on your shoulders, TK,” Andrea says.

TK then realizes that Andrea doesn't know the details of what happened. He meets her eyes and after a moment, explains. “He was…stabbed in the middle of that fight. I was far away from it, I didn’t take my eyes off him the whole time but I looked away for one second and that’s all it took. Maybe if I hadn’t looked away…”

Andrea is shaking her head, a tear sliding down her face but she keeps her attention on TK. “You got to him as quick as you can, remember? I hate that Carlitos got hurt, it aches my heart, but I’m glad you were right there, and I’m glad it was you, that you were by his side, doing whatever needed to be done to make sure he comes out of this okay. From what I’m hearing, it’s true, you saved my mijo, TK. And he’s going to pull through.”

TK nods and moves in for another hug, he and Andrea taking comfort and support from each other, leaning on one another. Their strong hold on each other is the only thing keeping them from shattering right then and there.

***** The silence, save for the beeping of the heart monitor, is eerie and daunting in Carlos’s hospital room.

TK’s been sitting by Carlos’s bedside for a little over ten minutes, but he hasn’t been able to utter a single word since falling into the chair situated by the bed.

It was two agonizing hours after Andrea’s arrival that a very exhausted doctor entered the waiting room and called for the family of Carlos Reyes. Perhaps TK’s silence had something to do with him still digesting the doctor’s report.

It was touch and go for a while but he made it through. Significant blood loss. Concerns about infection. Low blood pressure. Part of the colon was perforated but was successfully repaired. Jagged entry. Will leave a scar. Expected to make a full recovery with time.

TK focuses on the expected to make a full recovery portion of the report, not daring to believe any other outcome. It’s difficult, though, watching Carlos so still in front of him. The officer is a calm sleeper, but there are always small movements here and there, a soft sigh, a little twist and turn, an arm thrown over TK’s middle that pulls him close, and the absence of any of those movements is unnatural. Even his breathing is different.

TK takes small comfort in the fact that Carlos is breathing on his own, but it’s nothing like how he breaths while sleeping in their bed. The rhythm beats to a different drum, it’s not relaxed and peaceful in this hospital bed, it’s strained and on edge.

TK steadiest himself, reaching out and taking Carlos’s hand into his own, giving it a light squeeze, hoping the officer can feel it.

“Hi, baby,” TK starts but abruptly stops, taken a little aback by how gruff and heavy his voice sounds. He clears his throat before speaking again. “I’m right here, and you’re okay. The doctor told us everything went well and that you’ll be back on your feet in no time. Your mom is here, in the waiting room and your dad will be here soon, too. I…I really need you to pull through, babe. I need you. And I miss you. Come back to me, ‘Los,” TK brushes a soft kiss to Carlos’s forehead.

TK can’t help the disappointment that brews in his gut when he doesn’t get a response.

A gentle knock an hour later breaks TK from his haze, he looks to the door and sees Andrea and Gabriel standing there, meeting TK’s eyes for a moment before they drift to their son.

“Mr. and Mrs. Reyes, please come in,” TK says as he gets to his feet, hand still holding onto Carlos’s.

“How’s he doing?” Gabriel asks, his usual strong voice a little frail and low. The Ranger’s shoulders are fallen, too.

“He’s hanging in there,” TK reassures him. “His vitals are holding and he’s regaining color, all good signs.”

Andrea nods, stepping closer to the bed and cards her fingers through Carlos’s curls.

TK doesn’t want to leave Carlos’s side, but he knows his parents want and need some time with their son. Making up his mind, he looks at Andrea and then Gabriel.

“Please stay for as long as you need,” TK says. “I’ll go home to freshen up, change and pack a bag for Carlos and I.”

“TK…” Andrea tries but TK is quick to gently shake his head.

“You need some time with him,” he says with a small smile. “And I’m sure he’d love to hear your voices.” TK leans down and plants a kiss to Carlos’s cheek. “I’ll be back in a bit, babe.”

Gabriel squeezes TK’s shoulder when he walks by him, and TK replies with a nod in understanding, smile still on his face.

“And TK,” Andrea speaks before TK leaves the room. “Please try to eat something, too. You barely touched the food your father bought earlier.”

“Yes,” Gabriel agrees. “You have to keep your strength up, for your sake and for Carlitos’s. To take care of him.”

TK gives them another nod and his smile widens a little. With a last glance at Carlos, he leaves.

*****

The sun is climbing in the sky when it happens.

TK had given up on sleep, opting to walk around the room for a while to stretch his tired muscles before settling back in the chair next to Carlos’s bed. He’s scrolling aimlessly through his Instagram feed when his eyes catch the movement.

At first, he thinks his brain is playing a trick on him. Or maybe it’s the not sleeping. But then it happens again, and that has TK sitting up straight in his place, leaning forward towards Carlos.

“Carlos? Baby, can you hear me?” TK speaks, his voice a little rough around the edges.

He holds his breath as he watches Carlos wrinkle his nose, as he sometimes does before waking up. A few moments pass and then Carlos is slowly opening his eyes, finding TK’s through his blurry vision.

“TK?” Carlos whispers, his voice hoarse.

“Yeah, I’m here, baby, I’m right here,” TK smiles at his boyfriend, eyes beginning to fill with tears. “You’re okay.”

TK reaches out and cups Carlos’s face, tenderly caressing his cheek. A tear rolls down TK’s face when Carlos leans into his touch, and feeling Carlos’s warmth against his skin lights up the flame inside him, the one that was dimmed the moment Carlos got hurt.

“What…” Carlos trails off as he swallows.

“You got hurt on a call, babe, but you’re okay now. You’re safe. I’m right here, I got you,” TK reassures him.

“You…always do,” Carlos gives TK the strongest smile he could muster.

“And I always will,” TK promises. “Get some more rest, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up again.”

Carlos nods weakly. “I love you,” he expresses as his eyes begin to close.

“I love you, too,” TK reciprocates, bringing Carlos’s hand up to his lips and brushes a kiss to his knuckles.

And for the first time since he watched Carlos sway at that bar, TK can finally properly breathe.

*****

“Looking good, babe,” TK smiles from where he’s standing in the doorway of their bedroom, leaning against the doorframe.

Carlos smiles back, catching TK’s eyes in the mirror in front of him.

“Fits the same,” Carlos says, adjusting his name tag pinned to his uniform.

TK nods and steps into the bedroom, walking over to his boyfriend and wraps his arms around his middle from behind, pulling him into his chest.

Carlos leans back, placing his arms over TK’s as TK rests his chin on the officer’s shoulder.

They watch each other in the mirror as a comfortable silence settles over them and then TK moves his head slightly to place a kiss to Carlos’s clothed shoulder.

Then TK’s eyes roam down to Carlos’s stomach and he can almost see the hidden scar underneath the layers of Carlos’s uniform.

“I’ll be fine, Ty,” Carlos whispers, knowing very well where TK’s thoughts are taking him. “Everything checked out and I’ve been cleared for active duty.”

TK nods, but his eyes remain fixed where they are, and now TK can see the scar in his mind, etched into his memory along with the fear of almost losing the love of his life.

It’s his day off, and TK had hoped he’d be working the day Carlos went back into the field, just for the possibility of seeing him on calls and making sure he was okay with his own eyes.

The weeks following Carlos’s injury weren’t easy, for either of them. A bad infection had set in shortly after Carlos had woken up, which warranted a few more days at the hospital. Once the infection was treated, Carlos was cleared to go home, with strict instructions to take it slow and easy and to have someone with him for at least the first week of his recovery. TK took time off, staying by Carlos’s side, and still shaken up himself, didn’t stray far for both their sakes. He, too, needing to make sure Carlos was okay, that the worst was over and behind them.

He had to return to work eventually, Carlos constantly telling him that I’ll be okay, I’ll call if I need anything. I don’t want to keep you from work, from people who need your help more than I do now. Which TK promptly replied to with I’m exactly where I want and need to be, babe.

TK and Andrea worked out a schedule a week later, to make sure Carlos was always taken care of and someone was close by as he healed.

Carlos did eventually begin to lean on others and to ask for help when he needed it throughout his recovery, which made Andrea and TK breathe a little easier.

It was hard for TK to leave him, his mind constantly on Carlos when they weren’t on a call. He always looked forward to going home to Carlos and taking him into his arms.

After a few trips to the doctor’s and reassurances that Carlos was healing up well, he was assigned to desk duty. He wasn’t the biggest fan of it but he was glad it meant one step closer to getting back into the field.

TK had his own reserves about that, trying to breach the conversation with Carlos but the words seemed to always stop in his throat. Until one night, while cuddling on the couch watching a movie, the words just spilled out of TK’s mouth.

I’m scared for you. I’ve always been scared for you but that day…I mean, knowing it could happen and actually seeing it happen are two different things and babe…

Carlos understood. I know how scary it was that day. I was scared. And there are no guarantees, in both our lines of work. I can’t promise that nothing is going to happen, but I can and will promise that I will always fight my hardest to come home to you. Every day.

After a final check up and a physical exam, Carlos was cleared for active duty two weeks later.

Which is how they find themselves wrapped in each other’s embrace, Carlos getting ready for his first shift back out there.

“Just…be careful, please,” TK says, lifting his eyes to meet Carlos’s beautiful brown ones.

Carlos breaks out of TK’s hold then, turning around to face the younger man and takes his face gently into his hands, both thumbs running over his cheekbones.

“I promise,” Carlos vows.

Carlos leans in, closing the distance between them with a soft kiss. It’s not urgent or heated, it’s calm and grounding, filled with reassurance and love.

TK smiles against Carlos’s lips as he returns it, getting lost in his boyfriend, soaking up everything Carlos is offering and giving his own.

Their foreheads touch when they pull back and they breathe together. They feel each other and their love, anchoring each other.

TK’s hand gravitates to Carlos’s middle, to the location of the scar and his fingers brush lightly against the fabric covering it. Like his own bullet scar, it’s a reminder of how close he and Carlos had gotten to losing each other, how close they had gotten to losing this. But thinking back to that moment on the couch, TK takes comfort in knowing he and Carlos would do anything and everything in their power to come back to one another.

TK believes in them, believes in their love. And while he gazes into Carlos’s eyes now, getting lost in his captivating brown irises, knows beyond a doubt that Carlos does, too.

That knowledge gives TK the strength to brush another soft kiss to Carlos’s lips and then pulls back, making sure his boyfriend’s uniform is pristine.

“I’ll be right here when you come back home,” TK cups Carlos’s cheek.

Carlos seals the promise with a kiss to the inside of TK’s palm.

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