#carlos is always so happy for his teammates/former teammates

[sunny-sainz]

carlos just has the kindest soul…charlos I’ll love you forever

[moonstruck-poet]

Red

Pairing - Carlos Sainz x reader!

Summary - It has just been Carlos' last race with Ferrari and you help him through it.

Warnings - none!

He did it. Oh he did it.

You never doubted him of course, but it was still surreal watching the red Ferrari bearing the number 55 cross the checkered flag.

Your cheeks would've split open with how wide they had been stretched from the moment you saw him zoom past the finish line.

His final race for Ferrari and it had ended spectacularly. There was some hurt in the garage on losing the constructor's championship, especially since Charles had tried so hard.

Yet your heart felt full, too many emotions overflowing through you that you weren't sure how to express it. You couldn't even say anything, only managing clap loudly as tears began forming in your eyes on hearing his radio message.

'Forza Ferrari Sempre' he said, his voice shaking not because of the car, but due to the emotions welling up in his throat.

"Sempre," you whispered to yourself, your lips pressed tightly together while your fingers clutched the small, delicate pendant of your necklace. A sentimental gift given by Carlos on your third marriage anniversary.

The events that followed were a blur to say the least. The two drivers were swarmed by the team for their wonderful performance during the entire season. You barely caught a glance of your husband as he was tackled by his crew, chuckling as they ruffled his hair wildly and hugged him tight.

As you watched him, your eyes were trained on his back, particularly on the Sainz written there in white, a startling contrast to the red. A rush of pride filled your chest, another wave of deep feelings seized control of your heart.

He was so, so loved. Such a happy soul that he spread positivity with a mere smile. That goddamn smile of his, it could make flowers grow. Always the shoulder to lean on, always there for everybody, always the constant rock in your life.

But right now he was just a driver being embraced by his team, a child being coddled by his family as they tried to be strong for the little one. They didn't care about the tears staining their faces, all they were worried about was making sure that he was alright.

At long last he was free enough to lift his head up and search for the one person he had longed to see. It didn't take long for his soft brown eyes to find yours, a grin lighting his face as he jogged over.

"Hey there," was all you said before he pulled you in his arms, wrapping them around and lifting you up with delight. A laugh was quick to escape your lips at his excitement, he looked happy, and that was all you had ever wanted.

"Amor," he muttered, sighing deeply and nuzzling into your shoulder while you smoothed out his hair.

"I know," you replied simply, understanding that there was so much that he wanted to say, the words on the tip of his tongue but were unable to flow. "It's time for the podium, Car".

He nodded, staying for some time, relishing in the moment and who were you to complain. You stood there, providing him with everything he needed. Not moving a muscle because he needed this. Because after the celebrations, he was supposed to come face to face with the harsh reality.

"I love you," he smiled, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your forehead. "So much".

"I love you too, corazõn. Now go get your trophy and come back to me".

He laughed, brushing his lips against your head before turning around and following his teammate.. soon to be his former teammate up the staircase to the podium.

You walked alongside his Dad, who had on a Ferrari cap that he hadn't removed since the beginning.

"You okay, Papa?"

Carlos Sainz Sr nodded but you saw the obvious in his eyes. He was of course happy for his son, beyond ecstatic at the podium finish, but the inevitable didn't stop plaguing his mind.

"It'll be okay," you said albeit with a little uncertainty. But you believed Carlos, you knew firsthand how hardworking he was. "He's gonna be okay".

"That's all I want," he said with a sad smile, wanting nothing more than to see his boy happy, and you squeezed his arm.

The podium celebrations went wild. And how wouldn't it be when not only had Ferrari scored a double podium, the McLaren had also finished first, thus ensuring the constructors championship.

There he was standing in second place, his head held high as he scanned the red mass of the Tifosi. Waving their flags, banners, jerseys as they cheered for their team. His eyes took it all in, soaking in the love because who knew what the future held.

Maybe this was it for him.

Maybe he had already reached his peak and whatever came next would only spiral his downfall. His heart clenched at the thought, slight fear gripping it as thoughts ran awry.

But then his eyes spotted you amidst the sea of people, looking so happy as you stood alongside his father. And by only looking at you, he felt himself ease up. He knew that whatever was gonna come next, he would face it, for he would always have you with him. His strength.

The crowd went ballistic once the drivers lifted their trophies, wasting no time in spraying each other with champagne. You laughed at their antics, at the way Carlos was completely drenched.

And soon enough they were whisked off to do their media duties and you knew it would be quite a time before you'd see him again. So you quietly walked back to the garage, letting the teams have their moment of joy.

"Oh hey, Max," you greeted one of your rather good friends who was walking towards you with Penelope in his arms.

"Hello to you too, P!" You laughed at how the girl quite literally threw herself at you, almost crushing you with her small arms.

"Yeah as if I wasn't the one to carry you all the way to her," Max rolled his eyes playfully while she giggled.

"What can I say, she loves me more," you murmured and Penelope, to fuel your little banter nodded.

You talked with her for a few minutes, complimenting the gorgeous Rapunzel-like hairdo she had on. Until her mother came looking for her and you waved your goodbye, promising to meet up soon during the break.

"How is he?" Max asked after they had left.

You sighed, "He's fine, or at least that's what he thinks. It just hasn't hit him yet".

He nodded in understanding, feeling for his former teammate. "He was brilliant today though. And Charles was simply amazing".

"He really was. Gaining these many positions? Yeah that's no easy task. But he's not doing well too, losing the championship by such a lesser margin.."

"I'll talk to him," he muttered before giving you a quick hug. "You should come visit now that the season's over. P loves having you and I uh- would really like your help".

"Of course of course," you grinned, "I still can't believe you're gonna be a dad, even though I knew it long before".

He only chuckled, "Neither can I. But it's gonna be one hell of an experience. What about you though huh? Planned anything yet?"

"We do talk about it sometimes," you shrugged. "I guess it'll all happen when the time's right".

Max gave you a quick hug before returning back to his garage and that's when you heard his voice.

"Cariño!"

A smile was on your lips before you turned around, purposefully taking small steps back making him scoff slightly as he reached over to pull you against his chest.

"You do know that you're drenched right?"

"Yes?"

You rolled your eyes, looking back at him only to find your breath hitching at the way he was looking at you, as though he had found the meaning of life. His gaze was trained on you, unflinching as he simply looked, observed. At this point your clothes were stained too but you couldn't care much as he placed a palm on your waist while the other held your cheek with utmost tenderness.

A small, barely visible smile graced his lips as his thumb moved across your cheek, the rest of his fingers on the nape of your neck. He easily ignored all the cameras that had panned towards you, surely capturing every tiny expression.

He pulled you even closer and you moved your palms from his chest to wound around his neck, waiting for him to say something.

He didn't speak, he showed.

By leading you forward with his hold on your jaw as your lips clashed and he kissed you passionately, so much that you were surprised. He wasn't one for displaying a lot of affection in public and neither were you. But you indulged in, not being able to resist your husband.

He pulled back, his face glistening with a mixture of sweat and champagne, his eyes alight with the prospect of winning in his last race, and the soft twitch of his lips because of you.

Suddenly you were aware of the cheers that were given by the crowd making you jolt awake. Your face was quick to burn as red dusted it and you hid yourself in his shoulders. Feeling his chest vibrate as he laughed and kissed the top of your head.

"That's my favorite couple!" Lando's yell was heard distinctly making you smile despite your little embarrassment.

"Vas a ser mi muerte, Carlos Sainz". [You're gonna be the death of me, Carlos Sainz]

He merely smirked while you lightly punched his arm and gave you an exaggerated flying kiss before he was dragged away by his team members.

You shook your head at his adorable behaviour, feeling your insides squirm with the amount of affection you held for this man.

You retired yourself in the garage, sitting in a corner and scrolling through your phone when a crew member got your attention informing you that it was time for the video.

"Can you please get his dad?" He asked in between his jogs and you nodded immediately, taking off in search of your father.

"Papa!" You waved your hand to get his attention and beckoned him over, explaining to him that the crew had prepared something for Carlos and wanted everyone there.

"Let's go then," he smiled at your enthusiasm as the two of you entered the all too familiar garage, that had always felt close to home due to the amount of time you had spent here.

The man of the day was already present and you let out a loud cackle on seeing him wearing a chilli suit, Zhou standing beside him as they posed for the photograph.

"Oh this is brilliant," you rushed forward to snap a picture of your own, grinning like a fool.

"¡Se ve bien, esposo!" [Looking good, husband]

He only groaned on seeing the mischievous look adorning your face, knowing that you were definitely going to use these rather wonderful pictures in the future for various purposes.

And now it was finally time for the video. A screen was brought in the centre, placed in front of Carlos as he looked confused. Everybody gathered around, forming a circle and you slipped behind, wanting to let them have their moment.

You had already seen the video, the team had sent it to you for approval as there were some clips of you two. All the way back from his early years when you were dating until now. So you had your eyes pinned on Carlos, watching his every reaction.

And for god's sake does it hurt to see the love of your life cry.

You were standing there, arms crossed as you watched him breakdown in front of you. You noticed the exact second when his eyes had glossed over. It was a small clip where he had won his first ever podium, the camera then cut to show the crew, or more specifically you. You had a headset on your head, your smile blinding as you cheered at the top of your voice for him.

Carlos bit his lip that was wobbling dangerously as the video showed memory after memory that was most precious to him, the ones that he held most dear. There were so many snippets of you and Charles, of your usual bickering over who loved him more that always made him laugh.

And as the clips fast forwarded to relive his past, a lone tear slipped down his cheek and the rest were quick to follow. Your own heart squeezed terribly, hammering uncomfortably inside your ribcage. Your cheeks were soon stained too.

You wiped them dry, scrunching up your nose on seeing his eyes reddening with every passing minute as he tried his best to not let go completely. But you could see he was this close to breaking down.

He swallowed as the video was coming to an end, feeling a new wave of tears crash upon him but he held himself, pressing his lips together as tight as he could as he looked at the many faces around him. Soft clapping and cheering echoed around the room as the small gratitude for him finished and he smiled through the emotions struggling to break free.

Many people patted him on the back, squeezing his shoulders and messing up his hair but it was all a blur for him. He was so overwhelmed, so close to bursting that he turned around and started looking for that one person.

His person.

He saw you standing a little far away and automatically his feet began moving your way. He smiled absentmindedly at the rest, his eyes solely focused on you.

And once he was within reach, Carlos Sainz fell right into your arms. The slowly tearing away barrier shattered once he held you. Tears swiftly escaped him as he cried, the entire day getting the best of himself.

His shoulders shook slightly, slowly but surely hurting your soul as you cried too. Unable to see him in such pain, incapable of being strong for him when he was so broken. Your fingers tangled in his hair, applying a gentle pressure as you soothed him.

"I've got you, love," you whispered, lips brushing against his dark brown locks that you so adored.

He didn't say anything, or rather he could not. He seemed to feel everything all at once and it was becoming a lot to bear. But steadily his head cleared, welcoming your voice that was constantly giving reassurances while encouraging him to breathe. And he listened, following your breaths to calm down.

"It's okay, Carlos. All I want you to know right now is that this is not the end, okay? You've got so much ahead of you, my love. This is just the beginning. And I'm not saying that there won't be any problems, there would be thousands. But I promise you that you'll get through this, exactly like you always do. And I'll be right here, exactly like I always am. You understand me?"

He nodded as best as he could with his head still pressed into your neck. He absorbed your words, finding solace in your calm and tender voice. It wouldn't be easy, but he could do it.

"It's just hard," he sniffed and pulled away. But before he could unwrap his arms from around your waist, your thumb had wiped his tears away. The tip of his nose was tinged with red and his eyes were bloodshot. His eyelashes glistened silver and even with the crying, he still looked so beautiful.

"It is," you agreed and leaned back against the wall, with him following suit beside you.

"Spending four years with a team, being around for so long that anything else just feels out of place. As if you don't belong there. But not everybody gets to complete their childhood dream too. Not everyone can say that I made my younger self happy. I'm just glad that I was able to do that. I'm actually grateful that they believed in me enough to let me carry the legacy for so long".

You smiled at his words, he was such a sweet soul. Always finding the best in everything and being so optimistic about the future despite the hurdles.

"I just know, that little Carlitos would be bursting with happiness, running around in circles screaming because he made it. He drove that red car".

Carlos laughed, sniffing as he looked at you with a newfound admiration. How glad he was that he'd met you, had the courage to ask you out and took his chance on marrying you. You were the best decision he had ever made and he saw why from time to time.

"Thank you," he said, looking down at the floor.

You moved from your spot to stand in front of him and he met your eyes. His eyelids fluttered close when you decreased the gap, kissing him softly.

"Red will always be your colour, love".

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Back with another Carlos fic! And how could I not after those outrageous gifs that were haunting me every day. Ofc I didn't bawl my eyes out.

Also a huge THANK YOU for 200 followers!! And even more for the amount of love I receive on every fic that I upload. I love y'all<33

[nicolesainz]

Within The Limits (Ben Chilwell x Jenson Button x OC) Chapter 2

warnings: none so far, you are safe.

author's note: I just realised this story will be bigger than the one I wrote for Mason and Carlos. Don't know why but I have more confidence in my writing now than I had a year ago!

next chapter

"How long?"

"Eh, probably 3 weeks. Almost a month." I look at my knee and sometimes I wish I had one made out of iron.

"I'm so sorry mate. You were doing very well and this is unfortunate. The defence looks weak without you and Reece." Mason says as he takes a sip from his glass of wine.

Even though we may not be teammates anymore or England's regulars, our friendship has been stronger than ever. I sometimes travel to Manchester, or he drives to London. I do miss him as a teammate but if that was the best for his career, I wasn't going to be an intruder in his dreams.

"Says you. Mate, I miss seeing you on the pitch. I am sure though you will come back stronger. I miss playing with you." I say even though I feel like Mason regrets his move.

United are on a losing streak and have been officially knocked out of all European competitions. It's a shame because Mason has showed what he is capable of.

"I guarantee you, early March or before the call up for the Euros, we will be ready and fit and play again together. Nothing will change my mind" he says and I feel my confidence boosted. I can always count on Mason and so can he on me.

"I hope you're right. I so want to play for England again. I missed the World Cup so now it's my chance to revive myself" I empty my glass and lay my head back on the pillow.

"Hey, wanna watch a game? I think Spurs and City are on." Mase suggests but I am in no mood for football. I prefer playing not watching and especially when I am injured.

"What about some F1? Quali was on and I missed it. Plus, remember that we have been invited to the race tomorrow" We had passes for three days but training was ahead and better be safe than sorry.

“Oh yeah. I wanna be aware on who’s on pole and stuff. The grid walk is kinda stressful when they ask you questions about stuff you barely know.” I click on Sky Sports and tune into F1.

We’ve missed the session but the post Quali analysis is on so we will see the list of drivers underneath. And oh, Lando is on pole! Jolly. He’s more close with Mason but a Brit being first amongst 20 isn’t bad, especially at the British Grand Prix.

“Oi Lando! Happy for him. Gonna wish him good luck tomorrow.” Mason exclaims but my eyes remain locked with the woman’s figure on the tv.

She seems fairly young, probably around my age. And a bit familiar too. Her brown locks cover her shoulders perfectly and her expression radiates intelligence but also sweetness. Currently interviewing Lando and his former teammate, Carlos, with such maturity and afterwards congratulating the both of them.

She then faces the other two interviewers that are with her, but mostly the man next to her. She looks so happy to be there, talking about something that she probably loves, given that she works for F1.

“Earth to chilly. Hello?” Mason clicks his fingers in front of my face and I immediately realized that I was lost at admiring her beauty through a screen.

“Sorry. Got distracted” I shake my head and look underneath at the stats.

“You were looking at Chelsea” Mason says with a massive smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Chelsea. The interviewer. She works for both F1 and the Premier League.” Wait, how wasn’t I aware of that?

Probably because you don’t play now idiot. And you’re more on the training ground.

“Is she new in the Prem? My eye never caught her and given how she looks, I would have noticed.” I don’t know why I said that last thing. And I don’t even know her.

“Not really. She was recruited a bit before the World Cup started. She mostly commentates on United and City’s games given that she does live in Manchester.” Mason explains and I’m still trying to spot her inside my mind. How come I’ve never seen her before but Mase has?

“And her name is Chelsea you said? What, is she a fan or something?” I ask and my glance falls back on her. Oh she looks like a true grace.

“I have no idea. Ask her tomorrow.” He blurts out so casually.

“As if I know her. She’ll think I’m a creep.” I say trying to hide my blush.

“Fine coward. We will go together. Or I’ll go by myself if you don’t want to. Good thing she lives close to me.” Mason winks evilly and I punch his shoulder lightly.

She seems so full of knowledge that I wonder why she's not commentating more premier league games.

Probably because she's travelling the world with F1.

"All jokes aside, she is a really nice girl. Always polite, smiling and never judging. I am sure you will like her once you meet her." Mason says as he types on his phone.

"I will take your word for it."

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"Hey Chels, can I ask a favor?" Lando approaches me in a rush, followed by Carlos who is not paying attention because he is busy talking on the phone.

"Uh, sure. Tell me." Usually Lando isn't the one asking favors. It's mostly George who wants to show off to the guests or Alex who can't keep track with the sessions.

"Two lads from the England squad will be in the paddock tomorrow and one of them hasn't been to a Grand Prix before so could you show them around the paddock?" Suddenly alarms are echoing in my head as I imagine who those may be.

"No problem. May I ask, who are the two guys?"

"Mason and Ben. I'm assuming you know them and especially Mase given you work at Manchester."

Ben? As in Chilwell? Oh the shock my dad with get when I tell him that. Also, I haven't met in him person. Never had the chance to commentate on a Chelsea game. And I briefly remember him at his Leicester days.

"Yeah yeah. I will show them around. You got it."

"Thank you so much. I owe you." He hugs me tightly and a confused Carlos looks at the both of us.

"I'm not gonna steal your boyfriend Sainz. No need to death stare me." I say mocking him.

"You know, one day, some reporter will hear you and then people will start asking us about the wedding date." Carlos says rolling his eyes annoyingly.

"I will see you guys tomorrow. Take care" and I wave both of them goodbye, as I feel my heart skipping a beat when a pair of strong arms are wrapped around my waist.

Jenson is leaving small kisses up my neck as I try to remove myself from his grasp. He knows I have a weakness and he uses it against me.

"Ready to go, love?"

"Mhm" I nod and take his hand into mine.

"What were you and Lando talking about? Does he need tips on how to block Max from stealing the first place at turn 1?"

"He will be fine on that part. No, uh, he wants me to give a tour of the paddock to some of his friends that will be in the Mclaren garage and given that I know one of them very well, he thought I was fit for it."

"What friends? The ones that are with him on that e-sports team he has?" It's funny seeing Jenson so confused and not knowing what Quadrant is and being kinda uptight about me missing from his side.

"No babe. Some football players. Mason Mount and Ben Chilwell. I know Mason very well but it's Ben's first time watching a race from up close so he wants me to guide them. Won't take more than an hour."

"Don't remind me that those football boys will have eyes on my girl while I won't be able to do anything." Jenson's hand grabs my waist firmly and I can sense he is worried about my time in England.

We are not an official pair and yet he is safeguarding me like we have been dating for ages. I guess two years is quite some time to be dating or "seeing" someone, so I understand the possessiveness. Although it does seem weird that he has been acting up since last night.

He is being all touchy and loving with kisses and mind-blowing sex, aftercare and treating me as if I am more fragile than a glass. I can understand that he is worried but if he wants us to become an official couple he can say it. I don't know what's holding him back.

"You could do something about it, if you don't want those ballers gawking around me like eagles." I drop slight hints even though I know deep down that is not what he wants.

But what they say is true,

if you want something very badly, go for it, right?

[landhoe-norris]

Just came on to tumblr. I will take that free fanfic.

Carlando. Angst with Happy Ending. Hurt/comfort

Prompt: “i feel like you have forgotten me.”

I apologise for the corny <3

The paddock was buzzing with energy, the air filled with the scent of fuel and the distant roar of engines. Lando strolled through the busy pit lane, dodging mechanics and equipment, his focus unwavering despite the chaos around him. But his mind wasn’t on the upcoming race; it was on Carlos Sainz Jr., his former teammate, his rival, and the love of his life - even if Carlos didn’t know that.

Lando and Carlos had always been tight - joking around, backing each other up on and off the track. They had a deep understanding and a connection that had grown stronger with each passing year, even after Carlos had gone to Ferrari. But lately, things had changed. Their schedules were more demanding, and their time together was limited. Lando felt the strain of their separation, the nagging fear that what they had was slipping away.

As he approached the Ferrari garage, Lando spotted Carlos, who was deeply engrossed in a discussion with Ricky. Watching him, Lando felt a pang of something - longing, maybe. Carlos always had this way of being totally into whatever he was doing, which was one of the things Lando admired about him. Carlos, with his intense focus and passionate drive, had made Lando fall head over heels in love, without Lando realising what was happening before it was too late. But now, there seemed to be a distance between them that Lando couldn’t bridge.

The day’s practice sessions went by in a blur. Lando was precise on the track, but his heart wasn’t in it. His thoughts drifted back to Carlos, to the unspoken words that he dreamt each night of speaking.

That evening, as the paddock quieted down and the teams retreated to their respective hotels, Lando found himself wandering aimlessly as the sun set, throwing long shadows everywhere. It was then that he saw Carlos, sitting alone on a stack of tires, his gaze distant.

Lando hesitated, then made his way over. They talked about everything and nothing - the day’s sessions, the latest team updates, the upcoming race. It was comfortable, familiar. But Lando wanted more.

Gathering his courage, he finally let the words slip out. “Carlos, sometimes, I feel like you have forgotten me.”

Carlos looked up, his eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and something deeper. “Lando,” he replied, his voice tinged with emotion, “how could I ever forget you?”

“I just… I miss this, Carlos. I miss us. The races, the travel, everything feels so different now that you’re not by my side anymore.”

Carlos nodded, understanding etching his features. “I know, Lando. It’s been hard, balancing everything. But that doesn’t mean I care any less. You were never just a teammate to me, you know.”

Lando’s breath hitched. “I- I don’t know, actually.”

Carlos moved closer, his voice a gentle caress. “You’re always in my thoughts, no matter where I am.”

Their eyes locked, and the world around them seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them under the vast sky.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long,” Lando admitted, his voice trembling with emotion. “Carlos, I… I feel things for you, and they’re more than just friendly.”

Carlos reached out, his hand cupping Lando’s cheek. “I’ve felt it too, Lando. I’ve just been waiting for the right moment to tell you.”

In that instant, everything clicked into place. They leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that was gentle yet full of all the passion and longing that had been hidden for too long.

[internetgremlin-writes]

HEAR ME OUT, FORMER TEAMMATE!READER X CARLOS AND ITS JUST RRADER BEING SO HAPPY SEEING HIM SMILING ON TOP OF THE PODIUM AND REALIZING SHE'S BEEN IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL THIS TIME AND IT'S JUST FLUFF

This is combined with the anon who asked for friends to lovers and @serialkillertbh and @fortunatelylovingsweets who both just asked for fluff in general!

not that anyone asked but to keep things fair, again i am not answering asks in any specific order i made a carlos only wheel to choose haha

in other news THE GIFS ARE HERE and can i also say a big thank u to @someone-worth-racing-for for providing such top quality gifs, i always end up using yours for carlos fics <3

The crowd were so loud as you rounded the bend onto the home straight that you could actually hear them roaring through your helmet.

The chequered flag was waving just ahead of you and you were locked out in a vicious wheel-to-wheel battle with Fernando Alonso for 5th place. Gritting your teeth, using the screams of your home crowd and digging as deep as possible to find any reserves you had left, you threw everything at the car.

"C'mon, Carrot, just gimme a little more," you mumbled into your helmet, giving everything you had to the point where you were just willing the car to give you just another hundredth of a second.

"P5 Y/N! P5!" Your race engineer's voice broke over the radio, rapidly cut off by a scream from you.

"Really!?" The crowd was going wild, so much so that you could barely even hear the radio.

"Yes! Amazing job, fantastic drive!" You were gone again, lost in the euphoria of the moment and celebrating your personal best with yourself. You noticed you were halfway through your cool-down laps and the crowd were still ringing in your ears. "Do I take it Lewis won?"

There was a suspicious pause from your engineer. When he spoke next you could hear the smile in his voice.

"Nope. Carlos P1, Checo P2, Lewis P3, then Charles, You, Fernando and Lando in P7,"

You didn't think the rest of your radio message would be broadcasted. Between the swearing, screaming and whooping you weren't exactly coherent. You could feel your eyes burning as tears of pure joy spilt over your cheeks, which were starting from aching from how much you were grinning and hollering.

You'd never heard such good news. You were a handful of seasons into your career, but starting at Renault hadn't given you a flying start and then in 2021 you moved to McLaren, where you were slowly starting to creep up into the points, but P5 was your best score to date. You were also thrilled for Lando, who was bringing home double points for the team. And then there was Carlos.

You'd joined Renault a year after Carlos, in 2018. He had been your first ever teammate, and to say he'd left a lasting impression would be an understatement. The pair of you gelled immediately and him taking you under his wing and being incredibly protective of his little rookie quickly blossomed into a genuine friendship built on mutual respect. You had virtually the same sense of humour, which led to some PR videos going viral, and the pair of you fast became a fan favourite. So much so that a year later when Carlos announced he was moving to McLaren, alongside another rookie, the fans (and you) were devastated.

It seemed like a sick twist of fate that after only two years, you ended up following him and taking his spot at McLaren alongside Lando when he moved to Ferrari. Even after his move, Carlos always made time for you. He made a point of never being more than a text or phone call away, and he was one of the few people who you felt truly took you seriously in the paddock. You'd spent many a night sat up late with him wherever you were, in some questionable Renault accommodation, with his 0% beer as you shared your darkest secrets and bonded over the desire to win.

Carlos had admitted to you, in utmost privacy, that he was considering retiring if he ended his 8th season without a win, much to your horror. To say you were delighted for him would have been an understatement.

You abandoned your car, got weighed in a blur and sprinted up to the winner's section of Park Ferme. Carlos was still yet to go into the cool-down room - you spotted him being virtually pulled over the barrier by his team as everyone wanted to give him a slap on the back. You waited for a moment, and then when he was starting to clamber down, you ran at him.

It was difficult with your helmets still on, but somehow he spotted you and was quick enough to catch you as you threw yourself at him, his arms wrapping around your waist as he steadied you and you could hear the muffle of his laugh, warm and rich.

"You did it! I knew you could, I always knew it!" You were rambling but you didn't care, you needed your best friend to know how overjoyed you were. He squeezed you tighter before letting you down, pulling his helmet and baklava off so he could talk to you. You noticed as he did his eyes were red, and cheeks a little flush. He couldn't seem to control the beam he was radiating.

"Thank you. And look at you, P5! I'll be fighting you off my trophies soon," You shook your head, trying and failing to flatten down your hair as you did so.

"I literally don't care, I'm just so glad you won. Carlos Sainz: Formula One winner," you mocked an interviewer as you spoke, forcing your accent as posh as you could make it like an old-fashioned BBC commentator. He stood up a little taller, eyes shining as he grinned down at you. There was a swell in your chest and you thought for a moment you could never be happier, not even when it was your turn on the top step.

"Sounds good, no?"

"So good," you confirmed, pulling him into a hug and then accepting that you had to let him go to the cool-down room and have his podium ceremony.

You stood at the front, of course. You didn't think the top step suited anyone more, and even more so, you were thrilled that the crowd seemed to have adopted Carlos as an honourary Brit following his stint at McLaren judging by the noise being made for him. And he looked so good up there, clinging onto his flag and looking over everything with that look that said he was processing everything and not quite believing it was real and it was all for him.

It was during his national anthem that everything changed.

Your entire focus was, of course, trained on Carlos. He looked like he was virtually glowing standing up there. For a second he closed his eyes, shifting his stance and lifting his chin up with a proud little smile and your world changed.

It was like sitting in the optician's chair when they give you that lens to look through that just shifts your entire world into focus. You felt like you were seeing clearly for the first time in five years. Your stomach dropped at the same time as your heart leapt into your throat, beginning to hammer the way it did at the start of a race. Suddenly, everything made sense. How close you'd immediately become at Renault, the way he made you feel secure and listened to. How easy it was to trust him. The way he was the first person you looked for when you arrived at the paddock, even after he left. When he told you he was leaving and it felt like the end of the world. The way every time he found you now you were on different teams, you left the interaction with a spring in your step and renewed confidence.

Holy shit, you were in love with Carlos Sainz.

And you were so dumb it took you staring at him getting everything he ever deserved to realise it. Your chest tightened. This time it was a familiar sensation. That feeling you had huge news, and not a clue of who you could possibly tell, if anyone. That the person you desperately wanted to tell would be entirely unavailable for heaven only knows how long after this. And a faint sense of dread that this had been a very, very stupid epiphany to have because you'd probably never be able to be with him like that and you'd ruined your friendship in one go.

You watched the rest of the ceremony in a strange combination of overwhelmingly happy and subduedly heartbroken.

In a matter of a short few hours, you found yourself pleasantly drunk and stumbling around the after-party. You weren't typically the type to get drunk to drown your sorrows, and initially, you had been drinking happily along with the rest of the drivers in pure celebration. But it was funny what a couple of glasses of Daniel's wine mixed with something you didn't want to think about too much could do, and your happy drunk self faded into a self-pitying, brooding character.

The place was crammed, so at first, you hadn't really noticed yourself withdrawing that much until you were pressed against the cooling glass of the French doors leading out onto one of the smoking balconies. Casting a quick glance over the mingle of people spread out in front of you, including Zak Brown laughing loudly at a joke and Lando huddled in a corner with his gaming friends looking at something on his phone, you assumed you wouldn't be missed.

England isn't known for its warm summers and when you realised you'd left your jacket inside you were grateful that the collection of plush garden furniture was situated underneath the heaters placed along the wall. You sank down into a comfortable armchair, considering the rest of the glass of red wine you were holding with a foggy mind. You fought the urge to send some whiney texts to some close friends from home, but luckily your mind was clear enough to register that was the drink talking and place both your phone and the glass down on the small table in front of you.

You leant back, your head tilted upwards as you basked under the pleasant heat being emitted and allowed yourself to fall into the floating sensation for just a little while.

"Hey - this is where you went?" The familiar rolling accent was enough to get you to open one eye, and you realised that if you dropped your head even further back you could get a look at Carlos from where he was standing by the doors without moving. As an upside-down Spaniard swam into your view he laughed at you with a shake of his head.

"Needed some air," you mumbled, suddenly feeling a lot more sober as he dropped into the seat beside you.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" He was giving you that scrutinising look that said there was no way you were getting away with your response.

"Because..." he dragged out the word, smile still tugging at his lips. "You went quiet ages ago and I got worried,"

"Oh," your mind was too slow to come up with a decent excuse. "It's just the wine - a bit strong for me," you admitted, pointing at the unfinished glass in front of you.

"I don't believe that, but okay,"

He turned in his chair, back resting against one of the arms and legs dangling over the other. His hair was still a mess, bits of it flopping into his face as he focused on his phone, typing a message out with exaggerated concentration. Your chest squeezed.

"If I told you something dumb would you promise to forget it in the morning?" The words were out before you could stop them, and judging by the way he was looking at you with those big curious eyes like he didn't want to be anywhere else, well you knew you weren't getting away with it.

"Like... how dumb?" You shrugged, suddenly fascinated in the palms of your hands. If you looked at him again you'd say something really stupid. What you hadn't noticed was that Carlos had slid out of his armchair and was squatting directly in front of you, concerned brown eyes trained on your face. His cheeks were flushed, full lips pink and the corners resting in a permanent smile. He looked so dangerously good in just a jumper and jeans.

"Like... I just realised I'm in love with you and I have no idea what do to about it?"

"Oh,"

"Oh god,"

"No-"

"No - just - shit I'm sorry. Just forget I said anything, I'm wine drunk and feeling sorry for myself, I don't wanna say anything that takes away from you today. You should go back inside, everyone is going to be wondering where you are and...." you trailed off when you moved your hands from where they were covering your face because he was looking at you with something terrifying shining in his eyes.

"You - you're in love with me?"

"Maybe? It hit me when you were on the podium. Fuck, you looked so good up there, Carlos, and I - I don't know it just thew everything into perspective-"

You didn't get to finish your sentence because you were muffled by a warm heart and you realised he was kissing you. Your body responded on autopilot, arms wrapping around his neck as he stood leaning over you. When he pulled back he had the same grin on his face he had when he'd just pulled something clever off in a challenge video and he was waiting to see how you'd respond. Your heart was hammering, body struggling to keep up with mind as you slowly were realising what had just happened. That Carlos Sainz had kissed you.

"I think I've been in love with you for a long, long time. I just assumed you weren't interested because you never replied to my flirting,"

"What flirting?" His eyes widened in shock as he stared at you as though you'd just admitted to something much more shocking.

"I flirted with you every day!"

"No, you didn't!"

"I asked you to dinner with me once a week..."

"I thought you were being a good friend!" Carlos groaned dramatically, dropping his head onto your shin bone and gently bumping it a couple of times to make his point. You liked the way his hair tickled against your skin.

He was nudging at you, pulling you up from your chair and capturing you in a quick kiss, before settling himself in one of the deck chairs looking out across the landscape and pulling you between his legs. You found yourself relaxing against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you cuddled with him every day.

"Don't you have a party to be going back to?" You asked, enjoying the way his chest rumbled and it vibrated through your lungs as he made a noise in response.

"I have to ask someone on a date first," he was nosing soft kisses against your shoulder. They were gentle, lazy almost. They weren't asking for anything, they were just there because he wanted to kiss you, and you weren't stopping him.

You and Carlos watched the sunrise like that. Talking about nothing and everything all at once. Talking about all the things you should have done years ago. It felt so good to have him like that, so right. It was like some final barrier had crumbled between the two of you and he was seeing you exactly as you were. There was no hiding, no pretending, and what thrilled you, even more, was that he liked what he saw there.

You felt yourself snuggling further into his strong arms, relishing in the way he felt so warm and sturdy against you. Your eyes were growing heavy, the relief and the weight of everything finally lifting and being replaced with a warm heaviness creeping up your limbs.

The last thing you remembered before you slipped into a dawn sleep was the feeling of Carlos' lips on the top of your head, and his soothing voice close by your ear.

"I don't know if this day could have gone any more perfect,"

[tiredbuthappy]

It's Nice To Have A Friend

Champagne Problems pt. 3

gif credit @dansebs

Part One, Part Two

A/N: Part 3! I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to my bestie @haterpenny!

Word count: 5.2K

Warnings: Smut, idiots being idiots, alcohol, swearing!

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Lando placed his golf ball on the tee and stood back, trying to decide exactly where to position himself. Carlos watched, mostly annoyed with just how long Lando was taking. 

“Vamos.” He muttered, earning a dismissive wave from Lando as he continued debating with himself just how hard the wind was blowing. Finally, Lando took his stance and swung- the club connecting with a satisfying wack. He raised his hand to shield his gaze from the sun as he watched the small ball land and roll impressively close to the hole. 

“Thank you.” He said, flashing a smug grin at his friend. Carlos feigned annoyance before setting his ball down and eyeing the distance to the hole, much like Lando had. 

“So, any progress with Y/N?” Lando asked nonchalantly. Carlos was surprised with the sudden new topic and pursed his lips. 

“I told you. She’s with Daniel.” He replied simply, not bothering to meet his former teammate’s eyes. 

“See, I don’t think she is. I mean, they’re together a lot. They’re definitely weirdly touchy. But it’s Daniel. If they were together, why wouldn’t they just admit it?” Lando said- clearly he had thought this through. 

“She’s afraid people won’t take her seriously. Can- can we talk about something else?” Carlos sounded a bit uncomfortable- like the pain was still fresh. 

“But have you actually asked her?” Lando pushed, his curiosity making it nearly impossible for him to drop the subject. 

“I saw his text. It told me everything I needed to know.” 

“So you were snooping?” Lando challenged, sounding a little incredulous that Carlos would stoop so low. 

“Dios mio,” Carlos muttered under his breath, finally standing up straight and turning to meet Lando’s eyes. 

“I wasn’t snooping. Her phone was out, it was on her screen. Leave it alone or you’re walking to the next hole.” He said sternly. Lando put his hands up defensively, and Carlos turned back to the task at hand before finally taking his swing. 

“Didn’t know you were a quitter, is all.” 

Lando said with a shrug. Carlos clenched his jaw and moved quickly towards the golf cart. 

“That’s it, you’re walking.” He announced, hopping into the driver’s seat and speeding off, leaving an open-mouthed Lando in the dust.  

“Bollocks.” 

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Daniel had invited you to attend the launch party for his new wine back in his home of Australia. You knew absolutely nothing about wine, and he’d often go on long tangents about the subject- during which you would  nod along enthusiastically. He was always discussing the “tannins” and aromas of different wines, but it all tasted like grape juice that burned to you. Still, it was something he was passionate about and you were just happy to be a part of it. 

You were there in support of him, dressed in a short black cocktail dress, one that he’d picked out for you. He had watched you eagerly as you took your first sip, eyebrows raised in anticipation of your reaction. You tried to look like you knew what you were doing- you swirled it in the glass and everything- and told him it was incredible and he should give up racing to be a sommelier. Now you were about three glasses in, and you didn’t dare tell him that you couldn’t tell the difference between the Cabernet and Shiraz. You loved seeing him like this, speaking passionately with all eyes on him. Soon you realized you were eyeing him like he was dessert, and you were craving something sweet. 

You mostly kept to yourself, occasionally making small talk with some of the other guests. It was a bit of a relief to take a break from discussing the championship fight, and you relished seeing Daniel thrive. When he caught a break in his borage of compliments and adoration from the crowd, he snuck over to you and slipped his arm around your waist. 

“Playing the wallflower tonight?” He whispered, a grin tugging at his lips. 

“This is about you, Dan. I’m just here to support you, get drunk and look good doing it.” You answered, looking at him a bit too affectionately for being in public. 

“And may I say, you’re doing a splendid job.” He commented, so close to you his nose was practically nudging at your cheek. 

“If you get any closer I’m going to have to take you in that bathroom.” You told him, raising an eyebrow in a suggestive but completely serious manner. 

“Oh, sugar, how could I say no to that?” He said in that stupid accent that made you clench your thighs ever so slightly. 

“Meet you in five minutes.” You said, throwing back the rest of your glass of wine. 

“That’s really meant to be sipped, but yes, I’ll meet you there.” He chastised lightly, slapping your ass in passing and hopefully discretely enough for no one else to notice. You jumped slightly at the contact and rolled your eyes before sneakily making your way to the restroom. 

You took a moment to study yourself in the mirror, your drunken gaze only giving your confidence a boost. You made sure the bathroom was empty and waited impatiently, swaying slightly with excitement. 

After what seemed like far too long, the door was opening, catching Daniel mid-laugh. He quickly locked the door behind him and you were practically throwing yourself at him and pulling him into a deep, hard kiss. He grabbed your ass and pulled you flush against him and you could already feel how hard he was getting. 

“You taste even better than usual.” He told you before pulling you back into another kiss, your tongue fighting his for dominance. 

“I love seeing you like this.” You told him, running your fingers through his perfectly tousled curls and then down to his chest, trying desperately to unbutton the flannel shirt he had on. Once you had access, you trailed your fingers over his toned stomach, making him clench at your cold hands. He spun you around, bending you over the sink and pointing at your reflections in the mirror. 

“I want you to watch.” He instructed, grabbing at the hem of your skirt and pulling it up over your hips. He kissed and sucked at your neck, likely hard enough to leave hickeys. You had a rule where you weren’t allowed to leave visible marks on one another, but you were happy to make an exception this one time. He palmed your ass before pulling your panties down and slipping them into his pocket. You wiggled your butt as enticingly as possible- earning one swift smack from him. You let out a surprised moan, and his hand moved quickly to cover your mouth. 

“Keep that pretty mouth shut, sugar or we’ll get caught. You wouldn’t want that, would you? Imagine what people would say.” He whispered into your ear, which did little than arouse you further. Thankfully he kept his hand in place, hiding another one of your pleading moans. 

“Unless you want to get caught.” Daniel said, eyebrows raised. His hand moved from your mouth to your hair, wrapping his hand around it in a makeshift ponytail. He tugged it a little harshly, exposing more of your neck for him to assault. You watched him in the mirror, his eyes dark with desire, as his free hand snuck up and cupped your breast. 

“You came here, dressed like this, and expected me not to fuck you?” He muttered, his appetite entirely insatiable. 

“I need you to fuck me.” You finally replied, finding your words through the fog of lust that had settled around you. 

“How can I resist, princess?” He put some pressure on your shoulder, forcing you down to your elbows on the vanity. It felt like it took an eternity for him to undo his fly and you watched him stroke himself for a moment in the mirror. His flannel hung open, exposing his gorgeous tanned skin and that tattoo on his collar that you loved. He reached down and rubbed circles around your clit, nearly driving you wild. 

“Danny, just take me,” You sighed, growing impatient at the little distance between the two of you, that you felt was still far too much. 

“Whatever you say, hon.” He said with a slight smirk, finally pushing into you. You sighed at the way he perfectly filled you, and he wasted no time setting a harsh pace. You watched the concentrated expression on his features, but when his eyes met yours a big, satisfied, smug grin working its way across his lips. He grabbed your wrist and pinned it behind your back, eating up every ounce of control he could. It felt so good to be focused on nothing but pleasure and sharing it with someone who you could trust to take care of you. Following through on basic, carnal desire was basically the easiest thing in your life right now, and you were happy to turn your mind off and succumb to Daniel’s touch. His thrusts were hard and fast, his grip on your hips bruising. He snaked his hand back between your thighs and began to move his fingers in little, quick circles- the way he knew you liked. You could feel yourself tightening, walls dangerously close to fluttering around him. 

“I’m gonna,” Was about as far as you got before you were coming undone around him, his hand moving back to your mouth to trap the high sighs that threatened to escape. 

“Such a good girl for me,” He praised, keeping up his pace as you melted into him- nothing felt quite as good as Daniel buried inside of you during your post-orgasmic haze. 

“You feel so good, Danny.” You said in that high, breathy voice that you knew he loved. The compliment seemed to push him over the edge, his hips faltering at the sound of your voice. He stilled, his cock still buried inside of you as you stood, turning your head to catch his lips in one more, tender kiss. After a moment, he pulled out and you both groaned at the loss. He dropped to his knees and gathered some of the cum that had dropped down your thighs and pushed it back inside of you. He rose to his feet and helped straighten out your dress. How was it possible you already wanted him again?

“Fuck, that was good.” He said, earning a happy hum from you in agreement. 

“Thank you so much for inviting me.” You said, turning to meet his eyes, his mouth falling into a goofy grin. 

“Oh, trust me, it’s been my pleasure.” He insisted, shooting a cheeky wink your way. 

“You should get back out there.” You said, nodding back towards the locked bathroom door. 

“Reckon you’re right. I’ll meet you back out there- and I’m keeping these.” He said, pointing to your pink panties peeking out of his pocket. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and he was slipping back out the door. You giggled and turned back to the mirror, trying to decide just how obvious it was that you had just been ravaged. Your hair looked like sex hair, but that was easy enough for you to manage. The hickeys on your neck, however, may be a bit more difficult to explain. You hoped that the dim lighting for the occasion would be a suitable enough environment to keep it hidden. You stepped back out of the bathroom and snuck a peek around before rejoining the rest of the guests, another glass of wine already in your grasp. 

Soon, Daniel was moving to the middle of the room, a microphone in hand. You loved seeing everyone’s eyes on him and knowing that when he looked at the crowd of faces- all he saw was you. Daniel thanked everyone for attending the event and began to discuss his collaboration with St. Hugo. What you were not expecting was the wine decanter modeled after his race boot. When it was unveiled with all of the pomp and circumstance of a race winner’s trophy, you couldn’t help but laugh. Daniel had failed to mention the ridiculous object, and you rolled your eyes, but found yourself thinking “Wait- why do I want it?”

Once he was done speaking, he found his way back over to you and you shook your head with feigned annoyance. 

“You are a ridiculous man.” You announced, trying your best not to laugh at him. 

“Thank you.” He accepted it as a compliment and smiled widely.

You spent the next half hour mingling with those in attendance, carefully dodging any questions you were asked about the championship fight. You wanted to enjoy your time off as much as possible. The next day, you and Dan would be back on your way to Monaco, and then on your way to Imola. Before too long, Daniel was in front of you, offering his arm. 

“You ready to get out of here?” He questioned, glancing down at you affectionately. 

“Yes. If I have another glass of wine I’ll puke.” He looked offended and you quickly clarified: 

“Because of the volume! Not the quality.” 

“Acceptable answer.” Dan agreed, holding your arm in an effort to make you appear just a bit more sober. No one seemed to notice your hickeys- so you’d consider the night a roaring success. The two of you wandered outside to where a car waited.

“You really are very talented.” You told him as he helped you into the backseat before sliding in beside you. 

“Thank you, my little troublemaker. And you are very distracting. Trying to seduce me in a room full of people.” He chastised, as soon as the car door closed, making you scoff. 

“I tried to seduce you? Sure, that’s what happened.” You replied sarcastically. You slumped into his shoulder, fighting to keep your eyes open. He slipped his arm around you and you were in and out of sleep for the duration of the 20 minute drive back to the hotel. 

He helped you up to your shared room, washed your face and put you to bed. 

“Thank you for coming.” He said, sneaking a kiss to your forehead as you drifted off. Your last waking thought was about how happy you were to have him. 

The rest of your week absolutely flew by. Before you knew it you were at the track in Imola, speaking with the press doing yet another conference. You had had a good qualifying session, and thankfully snagged pole. Especially after your DNF at the previous race, you were desperate to launch a revenge tour. One of the first questions was for you. 

“Y/N, congratulations on pole. Are you hoping for another celebratory dance with Carlos this weekend?” You felt your cheeks flush at the question, a bit embarrassed by it. You didn’t dare sneak a look over at Carlos. 

“I’m hoping for a race win, to stay in this championship fight. That’s my biggest concern at this point.” You answered politely, nodding with a polished smile that your PR team liked. 

You glanced over at Daniel, who flashed you a sympathetic smile.

“Well there’s a good chance you’ll be sharing a podium this weekend with Ferrari’s pace.” The journalist added, making your faux smile widen. 

“Yeah, I just try to focus on what is in front of me. And wherever Lewis is.” You added, bringing a grin to your competitor’s cheeks. 

After the weekend’s racing questions were out of the way, they were asking Daniel about his wine releases, and it seemed you had successfully hidden the fact that you attended from the press. You breathed a sigh of relief at that, happy that you didn’t have to answer anyone’s questions or explain the extent of your involvement with Daniel. 

When the press conference was over and you and the guys dispersed, you bumped into Lando and Carlos, talking quietly in a corner. 

“Hey Lando, good to see you.” You said politely in passing, completely ignoring Carlos’ existence. Was it petty? Yes. But you were feeling petty. 

“Hey,” Lando replied with a furrowed brow. You didn’t stick around to see if he’d say anything else. What you didn’t see was the wounded way Carlos’ eyes followed you. 

You went back to your room, grabbed a novel and climbed into bed. You slipped into the sheets, desperate to relax a bit before the race the next afternoon. All you seemed to be able to think about was your brief interaction with Carlos. You felt guilty for being so short with him, but as much as you hated to admit it, your feelings still hurt. You hadn’t allowed yourself to open up to anyone on the grid about your insecurities- aside from Daniel- and surprisingly, Seb. Seb had made quite the effort to welcome you to Formula 1 upon your debut. He had been one of your main supporters when you were coming up through Formula 3 and 2, seeing your talent early on. He had offered you advice, invited you to be his personal guest on race weekends before you made it to F1, and met with Horner on your behalf more than once. Truthfully, you owed your career to Seb. You remembered watching him become the youngest ever WDC and the hope it filled you with. 

You decided you should talk to Seb. His advice had literally never steered you wrong before, and he would certainly understand the pressure you were under better than most. You grabbed your phone and shot him a text. 

Y/N: Anyway you’re free for dinner?🥺

You asked, his response popping up before you’d even locked your screen. 

SebVet: Sure thing. Just let me know where. 

You already felt better. A soft smile spread over your cheeks and you texted him a restaurant and a time. You gave up on your novel, unable to concentrate enough to read more than one line. You hadn’t spent any alone time with Seb in quite a while. He had COVID and missed the first two races of the year, and you had only been able to visit him once over break. You grabbed your bag, and a hoodie to try and be as inconspicuous as possible. 

When you arrived at the restaurant, he was already there, sipping a drink and scanning the menu. Once he caught sight of you he rose and pulled you into a tight hug. It felt so reassuring, like hugging a family member. 

“How have you been?” He asked as you took your seat across from him, an easy smile falling over your lips to be in his company again. 

“It’s been… it’s been fine.” You replied, nodding slightly, as if you were trying to convince yourself. 

“Bullshit.” He replied, letting out an actual chuckle. 

“Come on, tell me what’s going on.” Seb pried- really, he was able to read you like a book at this point. 

“Fine. I want to win. I want to win so goddamn badly.” You said the words out loud. Saying just how badly you wanted to win felt dangerous- like a jinx. 

“So win.” Seb replied with a slight shrug, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Thanks.” You responded through gritted teeth, annoyed by his casual tone. 

“I know how you feel. But you can do this. I’ve known that since we first met. You will win, because it’s what you’re here to do.” If you were alone, you likely would have burst into tears. Hearing how adamantly he believed in your ability meant the world to you and was exactly what you needed. 

“Thank you.” You replied simply, almost unable to find the proper words. He only nodded in response before sipping his drink. 

“There’s… something else I’d like your advice on.” You began awkwardly, his brows raising in curiosity. 

“Is it about Daniel?” He asked, causing you to sputter a little in confusion. 

“Dan- what do you know about Daniel?” You asked, nearly choking on your ice. At almost that exact moment the waiter appeared. After Seb ordered you frantically turned to the waiter and said “sounds good, I’ll have that too,” even though your mind was moving too fast to know what he had ordered. 

“Daniel and you. You’re sleeping together. Come on, Y/N.” He laughed slightly, as if it were common knowledge. 

“How do you know?” You asked, worried that maybe he’d seen the two of you together or someone had told him something. 

“Because I’m not stupid?” Seb replied. 

“Fine, who else knows?” You questioned anxiously. 

“I don’t think anyone does. You guys do a good job denying it.” You breathed a sigh of relief at that. 

“Thank God.” 

“I’ve known Daniel for a long time. He’s happier with you around.” He commented thoughtfully, almost as if you weren’t even there. You felt a little smile form on your face. 

“I’m happier with Daniel around.” You agreed. 

“But… a couple weeks ago, something happened with Carlos. And… I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. Daniel and I… we’re not a couple. We just… enjoy each other’s company.” You stumbled through your thoughts, trying to find the best way to phrase them. Seb raised his eyebrows in shock, another laugh coming from him. 

“Carlos? Didn’t see that coming.” He replied nonchalantly, his lips pursed in consideration. 

“Anyway, things were good, and then they got weird, and I’ve just been having a hard time focusing. I don’t know if I should talk to him or just try and focus on the season.” He looked to be at a loss for a moment as he thought about your situation. 

“Do you remember when we first met?” He asked suddenly. Of course you did. You were 8 and Seb was at an event to promote women in racing, and you were so excited you could hardly stand it. You stumbled your way up to him, shaky with nerves and excitement. You then mustered all of your strength to confidently announce that you would one day race beside him. Seb didn’t laugh like other adults did when you shared your dream. Instead he gave you a confident nod and said “I have no doubt I’ll see you on the grid.” After that, you spent all of your time honing your skills on the track, studying clips from his races, and attending every event he put on. The second time you met him, you were amazed that he remembered you. He mentioned the progress he saw in your performance and how you could surely achieve any goal you aimed for. From that moment on, he was very involved in your career and development as an aspiring driver. Seb was where your passion for racing began to feel like a possibility and not just a far-off dream. 

“Of course I remember.” You answered, feeling gratitude and affection for your mentor in your chest. 

“You’ve always known what you wanted. It’s in reach now. Don’t lose sight of that.” You had no idea when Seb got so goddamn wise. You wanted to groan and throw yourself into the chair like a child having a tantrum, but of course he was right. You started karting at three years old and it was all about to pay off. You couldn’t afford to be distracted now by hunky Spaniards. 

“Yes- yeah. You’re right. Of course you’re right.” You confessed, sounding defeated but feeling relieved. 

“I know I’m right.” Seb replied smugly, flashing a brilliant, self-satisfied smirk your way as he raised his scotch to his lips.

Soon your food arrived and the two of you enjoyed much lighter, more casual conversation. You asked about how his girls were doing- they’re karting now too- and you told him all about your little trip to Australia for Daniel’s wine party. Okay- you didn’t tell him all about it. But it was good to catch up with someone that meant so much to you, and appreciate how far you’ve come. 

“This is what you’ve been waiting for. I know what you can do, so do you. But this won’t be your only chance. Just enjoy where you are and don’t get lost in the fight.” Again, you were annoyed with this wise, fatherly role that suited him so well. You remembered the old Seb that used to get drunk with Kimi Raikkonen and flirt with reporters at award shows. Maybe you were all growing up. 

“Thank you for meeting me tonight. I really needed this. I’ve just… felt like I’ve been drowning.” He reached across the table and rested his hand on yours. 

“You’re never alone. Next time don’t wait until you’re drowning to call me. I’m always here.” He responded sincerely. You knew he meant it. He stood and pulled you into one last tight hug and then you were headed back to your room to get as much rest as possible and hold onto your clear mindset. 

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Lando: Have you talked to her?

Carlos checked his phone and immediately felt annoyance surge through him. It was not the first time a text from Lando had elicited that reaction. 

Carlos: No. 

Lando: You should. Dan said she’s seemed sad. 

That information intrigued Carlos, and he quickly replied. 

Carlos: What did Daniel say?

Lando: Just that she’s been off. He said it started when you blew her off for breakfast. 

Carlos: The breakfast she went to with him? 

Lando: That’s the one. 

Carlos groaned and fell back on his bed, his phone still tightly in his grasp. Maybe he had made a huge mistake. He should have just talked to you instead of running for the hills. But the icy way your eyes avoided his made him feel like maybe it was too late. He slipped his phone into his pocket and pulled up a light jacket before going out in search of an apology he could give to you. Maybe Lando was right. It would be better to put all of his feelings on the table then always wonder what could have happened. 

————————————————————

When you returned to your room, you had a text from Daniel waiting. 

Big Dick Ricc: Nightcap? 

With Daniel, that question could truly mean anything. You hadn’t spent much time with him at all since your little trip down under, and you decided some company may not be the worst idea. 

Y/N: Please. 

Before too long he was standing at your door, a bottle of one of his wines in hand. 

“Oh, I don’t know if I can drink anymore of that.” You said, remembering just how drunk you’d been last time. He shrugged slightly and pushed past you. 

“More for me.” He replied cheekily, pulling a corkscrew he had stashed in his pocket and opening the bottle with the kind of ease that comes with experience. 

“How’s your day been?” He asked, grabbing one of the hotel’s wine glasses from the fancy display they had put together for you. 

“It’s been good, actually. I’m finally feeling like myself again. Had dinner with Seb.” You told him, plopping yourself onto your bed. 

“Ah, that explains it. I don’t even think you like me as much as you like Seb.” He said with a bit of a chuckle before taking a sip. 

“Jealous?” You joked. 

“No, Seb is definitely better than me.” He agreed, making you laugh. 

“Stop. Anyway- he just reminded me why I’m here. What I’ve worked for. I’ve been focusing too much on the wrong things.” You explained as Daniel sat at the foot of the bed. 

“Good. You’ve seemed… in your head more than usual. And that’s saying something.” He replied, making your roll your eyes. Although he was definitely right. 

“I know. That’s why we work so well. It’s easy and fun, and we can both focus on our jobs.” You gestured between the two of you and assumed you wouldn’t have to elaborate anymore for him to get your meaning. 

“And I’m great in bed.” Daniel said, again making you laugh. 

“Yes, that too.” You decided to let him have the win. 

The two of you sat and joked for a bit before you realized what time it was. 

“I’m going to go grab a shower. You can stay over if you want.” You offered, thinking that sleeping beside Dan sounded comforting. 

“Is this a fun shower or a business shower?” He asked, a single brow raised in question. 

“Hmm. I think I’ll let you decide.” You smirked. 

“It’s a fun shower. I’ll finish this and be right in.” He answered almost too quickly, raising his glass as if to give you an opportunity to gauge how long it would be. You headed into the bathroom and started the water. 

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Carlos wandered up to the hotel room door that Lando had believed belonged to you. He had another can of Pringles in his hand, although he wasn’t sure if it would be enough. He knocked and stood back, so as to not appear as eager as he felt. The door opened, and he thought perhaps Lando was playing a joke. Daniel stood there, a rather blank look on his face. 

“Can I help you?” He suddenly asked, sounding awkwardly formal. He crossed his arms over his chest- if Carlos didn’t know Daniel better he’d swear he was trying to look intimidating. 

“Uh- where’s Y/N?” Carlos asked, trying to peak past Daniel and into the room.  

“She’s in the shower.” The four words felt like a punch in the stomach. Again- he felt like an idiot. He stuck the can of Pringles behind his back, realizing this whole thing was a huge mistake.

“Well… I just came to wish her luck tomorrow.” He replied awkwardly. 

“Alright. I’ll let her know.” Daniel paused, waiting for the Ferrari driver to speak again. He didn’t. 

“Have a good night. And good luck tomorrow.” Daniel said, Carlos simply nodding in response. Then the door was closed, and Carlos felt frozen to the spot. That was the last time he would take any advice from Lando. 

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“Who was that?” You asked when you felt a rush of cool air, signaling Dan had entered the bathroom. 

“Room service had the wrong room.” He said simply before pushing the curtain aside and joining you under the hot spray. You thought that was a bit odd, but didn’t push the question any further- especially because he was pressing his lips to yours and nothing else seemed to matter. He broke the kiss and paused for a moment, taking your hand. 

“But, I have been worried about you. You’ve been… not exactly yourself since the whole Carlos thing.” You were surprised he was bringing it up. 

“Yeah, it was stupid. But for whatever reason it upset me.” He pursed his lips.

“It’s not stupid-" He interjected.

“But it’s behind me now. I’m moving on- focused on me, focused on this season.” You said, nodding reassuringly- as if to prove to yourself and Daniel that you meant it. 

“Glad to hear it. Now come here.” Daniel smiled, pulling you into him by your ass. You reached your arms up around his neck, capturing his lips in a kiss. 

This was what you needed, not the drama that came with feelings. You were going to stay right where you were until you had that WDC trophy in your hands.

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[il-predestinato]

In honour of Max Verstappen’s 24th birthday, here’s a brief collection of what his friends, rivals, and former teammates have to say about him.

Lando Norris, the one who thinks he’s a legend:

[Answering the question “Who is a legend?”]

Max was a legend. He achieved something that no one thought he would achieve. I'm good friends with him. We get along very well. I told him before the race that he has to win, and he did.

Charles Leclerc, the one who wants him to win:

[Answering the question “Is Max ready to become F1 champion?”]

He's proving it... so why not? He has the speed and it would be nice to see a young man win the championship.

I quite like fighting with Max because it’s always really on the limit.

Carlos Sainz, the one he lifted to a higher level:

Everyone thinks we hated each other, but that certainly is not true. We had a lot of fun next to the job and we went much better together than people think. For me, there is no doubt that he is one of the most talented drivers.

He lifted me to a higher level, and he made me a better driver.

Daniel Ricciardo, the one who calls him a rare super talent:

He's just very good. A rare super talent. When Max became my teammate, I had to step up a gear. Before, I could allow myself to slip up in qualifying. Not with Max.

I think Max will be at the top for as long as he wants to race.

Pierre Gasly, the one who thinks he is already there:

[Answering who he thinks is a future world champion:]

Max, for sure, clearly. He is already there and it’s a matter of time before he’s world champion in a car that allows him to be world champion.

Fernando Alonso, the one who believes he is the best:

At the moment, he's the only one that I will not be happy to compete with. I respect Max a lot. I think he is on top of the game at the moment. I consider him the best in the paddock right now.

[someone-worth-racing-for]

Imagine Carlos seeing Lando feeling that bad on truck and being very worried of his boyfriend:(

I have thought about it. I have actually thought about it a lot, why I finally had to write something down about the Spanish GP.

You can read the OS on AO3 or under the cut.

Okay, I have tried something new this time as you will be able to see soon - especially the format is different compared to my usual style and I have also tried to not get too much into detail this time, so this OS right here won't escalate once again like most of my other works 😅🙈

I have actually written this little OS right here on my phone - which I have never done before and I have actually also never thought that I would do so one day, because I actually hate it to write longer texts on my phone. But after the Spanish GP I knew that I just "had to" write something about it and then this idea came to my mind. I just added a few paragraphs whenever I had some time in between until the OS was finally finished today.

Maybe I will do this more often in the future - we will see 😉

Bad Timing

Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this little something right here! 🤗

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the second Carlos had seen Lando on Thursday evening, actually in the moment he had entered their shared hotel room after a long exhausting PR day, he had sensed that something was wrong with his boyfriend.

"It's nothing, I'm good. Don't worry about me. I'm just happy you are finally here."

They hadn’t seen each other since over one week and Carlos feared that they also won't be able to see each other much during the race weekend since it was his home GP and the media interest on him was overwhelming, but at the same time also exhausting because every minute, when not even every second of his day was planned with going from one media appointment to the other.

"I'm sorry it took me so long, but you are right. Now I'm here and I won't go anywhere any more tonight. You have me all to yourself."

Carlos promised while holding his boyfriend even closer and kissing the top of his head in affection.

After Carlos had taken a shower, since Lando was already all ready for bed because it had already become that late, and after having dinner together in their king-sized bed, the Spaniard had to admit that the younger one was way too quiet and thoughtful compared to his usual lively and happy being, while he was half laying on top of him and only watched the show on Netflix with half interest.

"You sure you are okay, cariño? You are so quiet."

Carlos whispered down to him, after he had caught his eyes. And he was also way too clingy, the Spaniard added to himself. Actually his boy was always very clingy but together with his quiet, reserved being tonight, it alarmed him. Especially because Lando actually only was that way when he was not feeling well.

Lando nodded confirming his head and because he was aware about that his boyfriend didn't believe him fully, he added to calm down his nerves

"I'm just already pretty tired and I have missed you like hell over the past few days."

"I have missed you as well, cariño. Every moment. C'mere."

Carlos returned while he stroked with the back of his fingers over his slightly feverish cheek. He already knew his former teammate way too well to be sure to tell that there was something more behind it. That he wasn’t just sleepy, but still he hoped that the boy will feel better after a good night of sleep.

And even though Lando had confirmed to him that he was indeed feeling better the next morning, Carlos still asked Caco to keep an eye on his boyfriend and he also pleaded Rupert to keep in touch with Jon about Lando's state throughout the day.

Whenever Carlos had the chance to, he asked them about the younger ones being and they always told him the same - that he was alright so far, but not the Lando they were all used to. Between FP1 and FP2, Jon was talking to Carlos on the phone, telling him his suspicion about that Lando could maybe become sick, if he already wasn't anyway. He only confirmed so Carlos' own suspicion from last evening.

But Jon promised the Spaniard to watch out for his boyfriend, to make sure that he was feeling as good as he could be in his state and that he will keep him updated about his being.

For the rest of the day, he hadn't heard anything any more from Jon. Only before Carlos headed to his last PR appointment of the day, Caco had whispered into his ear that Lando was fine and already back at the hotel.

Still, Carlos couldn't wait any more to check on Lando himself and make sure with his own eyes that he was really alright.

The younger one was already fast asleep, when Carlos finally entered the room. He didn't want to wake him up, but he still couldn't resist to take place on the mattress right next to him and inspect his face closely.

"I'm sorry, didn't want to wake you."

Carlos apologized in a whisper down to him, after Lando's eyes had slowly fluttered opened, when he had checked his temperature.

"I fell asleep while waiting for you."

"You are so adorable. But, are you getting sick, cariño?"

Carlos questioned, while he moved worried though his boy's messy curls.

"I don't know, maybe. But nothing some Carlos cuddles couldn’t make good again."

"Of course. Everything for my sick cariño. I'm just taking a quick shower. You will get your Carlos cuddles in less than 10 minutes, I promise."

Carlos made it into bed right next to his boyfriend's side in even less than 10 minutes. But still, the boy was already half asleep again when he joined him underneath the duvet.

"Did you have something for dinner, cariño?" Concerned as always about his eating habits, Carlos wanted to know, so while he pulled him closer.

"I already had something at the motorhome. How was your day?"

"Pretty busy, but most of the time I was worrying about you and I was also annoyed about not being able to check on you myself."

It was quiet for a few heartbeats, while they both thought about their agreement to keep their relationship secret for now, or at least to not make it public yet and only tell their families, closest friends and some team members about their sweet, little secret.

"I'm sorry for ruining your home race."

"God Lando, you are not ruining it. I just wish on days like these to be able to come over to you, to see you and make sure you are alright. And I feel like I can't even breath though one second this weekend and to spend some time with you together seems to be impossible as well and I also don’t always want to finally come back to the hotel that late to be finally close to you."

"It's okay, Carlos. It's your home GP, enjoy it. I'm fine, I really am. You don't have to worry about me. Soak it up, you deserve the attention of your people."

"Still, I have missed you like hell and knowing that you are so close and I still can’t be with you, knowing that you are already here for hours and waiting for me. And the knowledge that you are not feeling well and that you would actually need me. It’s just.. it really almost makes me insane. I want to take care of you, cariño, especially because I can see you are not good."

"You are the best boyfriend some muppet like me can have, you know that? But seriously, all I need are some cuddles. Tomorrow will already be better again."

It wasn't. Actually even the complete contrary, even though Lando would never admit so in front of the older one. But Carlos could still tell that Lando wasn't feeling any better at all, he had barely slept last night and by now he already really looked sick with his red rimmed, glassy and swollen eyes, his pale face and him constantly freezing.

But of course, Lando didn't follow his boyfriend's well-meant suggestion to stay at the hotel and he also didn’t let Carlos call him a doctor. Only with the promise to not get into the car if it should get even worse and he won't feel in the state to drive, Carlos finally stopped to talk the younger one into staying at the hotel.

But still he was damn worried about Lando's being, so he also asked his parents and older sister to keep an eye on him, since they were at the track as well today.

Once again, Carlos sadly didn't have any time and also not the opportunity to check on Lando himself, but he was happy that his family kept him updated about his boyfriend's state throughout the day and also with knowing that he was in good hands by them.

Only after qualifying, his mum told him that Lando did look even worse than this morning after a long, exhausting day on the track. And sadly Carlos had to admit that she was right, even though he had hoped for her to be wrong at least once, but when he had finally made it to their hotel room at the end of the day and he found Lando laying there in the bathtub taking a hot bath with some eucalyptus bath oil, looking the worst he had actually ever seen him, he had to admit that she had told him the truth.

"Have you already eaten something for dinner, cariño?"

Lando had first only shaken his head, but when he saw his boyfriend's even more concerned expression than it had already been before anyway, the boy quickly added "I'm not hungry."

"But you have to eat something, cariño. What about if I order you some soup?"

To the Spaniard’s relief, Lando finally nodded his head in agreement, before Carlos already called the room service, after stroking through the younger one's sweet curls for once more and winking reassuringly down at him.

To do his boyfriend a favour, Lando ate the entire plate of soup and Carlos had been right - of course he had been once again - because the warmth of the soup had really done him good.

"You actually shouldn't be here. I don't want you to get sick as well."

Lando finally told him with a bad conscience, while they were cuddling underneath the duvet.

"Don't be silly, cariño. I was worried about you the entire day again, no one can take me away from my cariño right now. Especially not when you are not feeling well. I just wish to be able to be there for you, to take care of you."

"But you are."

"Yeah, right now. But I wish to be able to do that during the day as well."

They both sighted by that thought, but they had decided to keep their relationship private for now. It would be better that way, not always, but in the end of the day it will be. At least for now. They just still wanted to wait some more and enjoy their peace and privacy together before making that step together.

"But promise me, cariño. Please, don't get into the car tomorrow if you don't feel well. It's just F1 and I really don’t want you to risk your life out there. I just can't lose you."

"I promise. You won't lose me."

That night hadn't been much better than the one before with holding his boyfriend close throughout the entire night and even though Carlos would have preferred Lando to stay at the hotel, he still couldn't force him to do so, especially because he insisted that he was alright, even though Carlos could tell he still wasn't.

At least Lando had promised him to get checked by the doctor at the medical centre when they will make it to the track. In his name, Jon later send a message to Caco about that the doctors said he was alright so far and allowed to race today.

But Carlos only got it how bad his state had turned out since they had seen each other the last time in their hotel room this morning, when Lando went straight to the other end of the truck during the drivers’ parade to sit down underneath his umbrella and press a wet flannel against his reddened, sensitive eyes.

And the worst, Carlos couldn't get over to check on him. Not because he shouldn't do so, so no one will notice that they were actually more than just friends - because hell, he would have done so also when they would have really only been friends and he would have also done so at any other drivers parade - but sadly he just couldn't today, because he had to get down of the truck pretty soon to greet his fans on his grandstands.

And for the first time, Carlos really cursed exactly this race to be his home GP, he even wished it wouldn't be his home race this weekend, but he sadly also couldn't change it, even when he wanted so badly.

But luckily he had been able to watch Lewis checking on his boy, before he had to get off the truck. At least someone was watching out for him, when he couldn’t. Again.

Before the race, his father had told him that the doctor had checked Lando once again and said that he was still free to race. Carlos murmured something underneath his breath like that the doctor had actually no clue and that Lando really shouldn't race today.

But Carlos was also aware about that the younger one will race as long as the doctors were telling him to be able to do so, because he didn't want to disappoint the team. He will get into his car as long as he was not unconscious or someone did forbid him doing.

The fact that Lando hadn't been present by the national anthem only confirmed Carlos what he had already known before, and also let him worry about him even more. He really wasn’t in the state to drive a race car today.

But since Lando hadn't made it into Q3 the other day, Carlos couldn't go back to him and check on him any more before the race. There just wasn't any time for it any more because he already had to get into his Ferrari.

Luckily, only after the race Carlos finally got to know about his boyfriend’s actual state, because if he would have already known so before, he would have sprinted down the starting grid to pull his boyfriend out of his McLaren with his own hands and if necessary he would have also tied him up to the next chair, so he won't be able to take part in the race.

Carlos had been looking out for him during the interviews after the race, but he hadn't seen him for once, not even from far away to make sure he was at least still whole.

Only when he had got back to the motorhome to change clothes before the debrief, his mother finally told him that Lando had been at the medical centre again after the race and had got diagnosed with tonsillitis.

Latest now, Carlos had finally heard enough and nothing, seriously nothing could prevent him any more from getting to his boyfriend's side now and make sure with his own eyes that he was as good as he could be in his state and especially to finally be able to take care of him. And since everyone knew that they didn't have a chance, they also didn't even try to hold him back.

And no one also did so, when he finally entered the familiar motorhome of the papaya coloured team, when he went up the stairs into the second floor he had taken so often in the time he had been with them and straight to the door behind which he knew was Lando's driver room.

"Oh, cariño. What are you doing?" Carlos whispered into his curls, after the boy had made grabby hands at him the moment he had realized his eyes didn't make fun of him, that Carlos was really standing there in his doorway like he had done so, so many times while they had still been teammates.

The first few minutes, Carlos only held him close. Only cradled him softly in his arms, kissed the top of his head in affection and told him in a whisper about how worried he had been about him with seeing him like that during the drivers’ parade and also later right before the start also when he hadn’t seen him during the nation anthem, but also how proud he still was about him. To even manage P8 in his state.

But still he wished he wouldn’t have got into his car in his state, that he wouldn’t have risked it. So many things could have happened to him. But Carlos also promised him to be there for him now or at least soon when their all race weekend will finally be over. He also promised him to make it quick, so he will be back by his side soon and they could finally head home.

And when they were finally allowed to leave with both of their teams actually making the debrief pretty quick since their days had been long, exhausting and also kind of disappointing, they went straight to the airport, since Carlos had asked his parents if they could pick up their luggage from the hotel, so they could take an earlier flight to Monaco, since Lando really needed to finally rest properly.

And after he hadn't been able to take proper care of his boyfriend over the last few days, Carlos didn't mind at all any more, when he pulled the younger one sitting right next to him in the plane softly into his side to hold him close and keep him warm.

He had even asked for a blanket he had finally wrapped him into, because he was freezing even more now after the adrenalin of the race had finally left his body. Carlos could tell that the younger one was struggling to find some rest, since his fever didn’t let him calm down any more with shifting a lot in his seat and also flinching a lot.

Carlos really didn't care about that people could watch them being all cuddled up like that, because his cariño needed him and really nothing nor no one will stop him from taking the best possible care of him now or get him away from Lando again, at least not in the next two days.

Lando was napping in his arms, or at least he tried to even though he still had a hard time calming down with his entire body hurting and feeling so feverish.

Carlos had pity with him when he finally had to wake him after their plane had landed. But he just wanted to bring him into the safety of their own four walls and to finally be there for him like he had actually already wanted to do so since Thursday evening.

The boy had his eyes closed in exhaustion during their taxi drive, while Carlos kept him close and gently cradled him in his arms. He also moved his palm over the length of his back to keep him warm. And in a whisper, he kept on repeating about that they were almost at home, that he was there for him now and that he won’t leave him any more.

After Carlos had helped him out of the taxi, Lando went almost remote controlled into the residential building with his limbs hanging limp down his body and his reddened, swollen eyes still half closed.

In the elevator, the boy leaned his way too heavy head against his boyfriend's shoulder, while they waited impatiently for it to stop on their floor.

In compassion, the Spaniard laid his arm carefully around his shoulders to pull him gently into his side to steady him and to place a kiss in affection into his hairline.

"We have almost made it, cariño. We are almost at home."

With the last strength inside his exhausted body, Lando nodded relieved his head, before he began to cough. In worry, Carlos looked down at the younger one and when the elevator finally stopped and the doors opened, he asked well-meant with once again not caring at all about that people could see them like that

"Do you want me to carry you, cariño?"

Agreeing to his suggestion, the boy instantly nodded his head before he already made grabby hands at his boyfriend and caused Carlos so to smile to himself in affection.

"C'mere, cariño. I have got you."

Carlos somehow really managed it to carry Lando clinking like a little monkey in his arms and both of their luggage into their flat. Careless, he let the suitcases stand next to the front door. He will take care of the dirty clothes tomorrow, because right now he had to take care of something way more important.

Gently, he carried Lando into their bedroom where he laid him all carefully onto the bed, holding his head in protection during the process.

With the app on his smartphone, he took all the blinds down, so Lando will be able to sleep properly and the sun won't disturb his so urgent needed rest tomorrow morning.

After Carlos had helped his boyfriend out of his clothes and he also got out of his own, he instantly joined him under the warm duvet.

"Don't worry, cariño. You will get some proper sleep now and tomorrow I will pamper you with cuddles and kisses or whatever else you want me to do until you will feel better. I will make you chicken soup, will even feat you, make you hot chocolate and every dessert you want. I will even take the duvets into the living room and watch with you whatever you want to see all day long. We can also take a bath together, whatever you want, cariño. Because I won't leave your side for just one second."

Lando smiled to himself with hearing so, while his eyes were already closed and he was also already halfway into the land of dreams.

He had the best sleep that night since he was feeling sick with the knowledge that Carlos was by his side and will take care of him until he will finally feel better again. Lando knew he was in the best possible hands and with that thought he finally drifted off into a long, restful sleep.

[weraceasone]

Hello, Happy christmas. 🎉 Your posts are very nice. I have to thank you for that. I think you're Dutch, Max gave an interview yesterday in ziggo. I could not understand because I do not know Dutch. Looks like a nice interview. Will you share something about him.🤩🙋‍♀️ Thank you in advance ❤️

hey there!! thank you for your kind words, it means a lot!! I hope you had a lovely Christmas🧡. I actually watched the interview with Max today and I wouldn’t really say it’s the most interesting interview ever (they talk mostly about how this was not his year and the Covid-19 break and Max’ crashes and wins), but here are a few things that stood out to me:

• Max says that you can see the difference between Lewis and Valtteri for example in a race like Turkey, where Lewis didn’t make any mistakes and won the race, while Valtteri stayed behind. he says that’s the difference between a ‘top driver’ and a ‘good driver’. he says there is mutual respect between him and Lewis, which grew over the years. he thinks Lewis is a nice guy and he says he can have a laugh with him and make jokes. the interviewer then refers back to something Max said last year, which was “60% can win in a Mercedes” and Max answers “but not in the dominant way Lewis does” and calls him one of the best drivers ever. • the interviewer then says “Valtteri only has 9 wins in the Mercedes, you have 10 wins in the Red Bull” and Max doesn’t necessarily respond to the comment, but says “George stepped in the car and was immediately faster than Valtteri, so you know how good the car is. but I think that if you would let George drive the car for a couple of races longer, he would only drive faster and faster. a lot of people can win in that car. that doesn’t necessarily take away from Lewis, but with the dominance Mercedes have, you don’t even have to be as dominant as Lewis in order to win the Championship”. later he talks about George again and says; “George should have won in at the Sakhir GP.” • they mention how they asked a few drivers about Max and they mention how Seb really wanted to say something. then there’s a video in which Seb says that Max has matured a lot in the past few years, also this year. Seb also mentioned how he’s a more complete driver now and he hopes he’ll be a bit closer to the top next year. Max reacts to this by saying “it’s natural, because when you get into F1 at seventeen and now you’re 23, it’s normal to mature a little bit”. • they show videos of his former teammates talking about Max. they all basically call him a fun guy and tough to beat on track and Daniel says Max doesn’t stink and fart that much. Carlos also mentions how the year that he was teammates with max was probably his hardest year in F1, because it was his first year and also because there was an extreme competition with Max. then they ask Max who were his hardest teammates to beat and Max says Carlos and Daniel were. Max also mentioned how he feels sorry for Pierre that it didn’t work out for him at Red Bull. • they show a video of them asking Lando about Max and Lando basically says that they are good friends and he hopes they’ll be able to fight on track soon. Lando says “we’ve had some good moments on track and somewhere else” and Max starts laughing and the interviewer asks Lando “can you be more specific?” and Lando answers “NO! it’s not anything weird” and Max just laughs. when the video is finished, Max says that he’s known Lando for a long time and he was “always very small but very fast”, and then he calls him small two more times (“he was so small!”). Max says Lando also loves racing on the sim and he’s a very relaxed guy, that’s why they enjoy being around each other. • Max says he believes an F1 driver should sometimes be an asshole, even sometimes off-track. • they don’t really talk about Sergio being Max’ future teammate, the only thing that’s mentioned is how Max wants to teach him Dutch swear words. • Max said that he wished he had broken his foot after kicking the wall at the Sakhir GP, because he was so done with everything. the interviewer then says “but then you wouldn’t have been able to do the last race”, and Max says “I wouldn’t have cared, I was so done at that moment!” which he says is not because he was angry with Charles, but because he thought at that time he could’ve won the race, because he expected he could handle Valtteri and because it was George’ first race in the car, he thought he could pass him too. • Max says that the reason he doesn’t get that angry anymore about small stuff is because he’s not really fighting for positions anymore. a few years ago, he really needed those points to make a difference in the Championship. he says it doesn’t matter to him if he would get another P3 or even P2 in the Championship, because P1 is the only thing that matters to him. • Max says he likes buying new racing shoes, as he doesn’t really feel they’re new when he’s driving the car, but “they look nice for the pictures!”

I hope this answered your question. hope you’re having a good day and I wish you a good 2021! 🧡

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Hey! I honestly cry in the fic you made recently but i love it. Can i request MC secretly make herself a crew after she left the Poppy?

Written by @an-awkward-ghost

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“But how are you so sure they won’t find us?”

“They won’t, trust me.”

“But how?”

You take a moment to admire the sight before you before answering your teammate. Five individuals, scattered around the living room of their rented apartment doing various activities. They couldn’t be more different. Some were even new to the business, just like the woman – Liliana – standing beside you, fiddling nervously with the end of her jacket and throwing the door worried glances, as if she was expecting the police to burst in at any moment. Some were experienced, just like the man standing by the window, his red hair falling over one of his eyes like an edgy curtain. Matthias (whether that was his real name or not was up for debate) was distant and sometimes rude but very fun to tease, as you had delightfully discovered when you met.

Other were eccentric, like the man over the couch scribbling furiously in some papers, frequently throwing glances at the various books sprawled around him. Carlos was often clueless to the word around him and its many signs and warnings and you had mostly taken him in out of pity, but he proved to be very reliable and fun to be around! And very excited to learn the way of thieves, too.

Finally, the twins. Mildly experienced, a bit reserved, but very nice and creative. The older twin, Akihiko, former employee of a security company, and the younger twin, Keiko, lively and very good with people. They had gotten out of tough situations thanks to their quick thinking, which you couldn’t be more grateful for.

You were still a long way from the sheer experience the Gilded Poppy exuded, but that was fine. Time and effort were everything in this world, after all.

With a quick, satisfied nod, you turn towards Liliana, noting how she keeps playing with her dark hair.

“They are too busy thinking we are still in Hong Kong. Believe me, we are safe.”

Liliana still looks unconvinced, but she relents with a soft, hesitant nod. From the other side of the room, Carlos springs to his feet, buzzing with excitement. You stare at him in faint amusement as he scrambles to make his way towards you, grinning widely.

“I know what we can steal next! And it’s in this very city!” He shows you his notes, filled with messy handwriting. Your eyes immediately focus on a clumsy drawing he has made in the top right corner. It vaguely resembles a two-story building, and you squint your eyes at it.

“What’s that, exactly?”

“Oh, well! It- no, wait, let me start over here. See the name?”

“It’s… um. I think it says… Acela?” The other part of the name is even harder to make out. You try your best to guess it to no avail. You stare at it for a few seconds before looking at him in the eyes. “You know, you should have been a doctor.”

He laughs. Clearly, it’s something he’s heard many times. “Vicario. Acela Vicario. She was a noblewoman. Her story is pure drama but long story short her family treasure was a scroll… it’s supposed to have incredibly important historical events. As in, people would kill for that information. That’s how important it is.”

“Oh, the Vicario Achieves, right?” Akihiko asked from his place at the kitchen table, looking up from his phone. “You’re right, it’s an amazing target. But I don’t think it will work out.”

“Ah, you think too little, my friend!” Carlos chirped, as happy as always. Akihiko huffed an incredulous chuckle, smirking. “See, with the correct strategy, even the world can be conquered! A little bit of parchment will be no problem at all, if we just-”

“No.” Matthias deadpanned from the window, frowning slightly. “We can’t. The scroll it’s already being targeted by another group of thieves. They’ve made a lot of progress already, it seems.”

“Oh.” Carlos visibly deflates, looking like a kicked puppy. He eyes the papers in his hands and lets out a long, resigned sigh, the sound so soul-crushing you wince in sympathy. “I… Oh.”

Though his expression is enough to make you consider stealing the scroll, it’s another thing entirely that piques your attention.

“Other thieves?” You prod.

“Yeah, and we’ll only bring trouble onto ourselves if we mess with them.” Matthias throws Carlos and Liliana a heavy glare. “And we are not prepared to take them on.”

“I think-”

“No, Carlos. We aren’t. Look, I’ll help you research another target, don’t make those puppy eyes at me-”

“Is it the Gilded Poppy?” You interrupt, carefully, your mind halting when you realize what that could mean.

Matthias’ frown deepens. “…What happens if it is?”

“Well, I think we could take them on.”

“…you are joking, right?”

“W-we only have a few months of experience.” Liliana adds, worried. “There’s no way we could…”

“I know their methods.” You grin, feeling especially smug when the experienced thieves in the room stare at you like you’ve gone crazy.

“You… you know…” Keiko narrows her eyes. They remind you of Nikolai’s critical glare, icy blue eyes and all. “Are you sure you don’t have a grudge? Choosing targets based on grudges is the worst thing possible, right after pineapple pizza.”

Akihiko appears to be extremely offended with that statement. “This again? What’s wrong with pineapple pizza?”

“Everything.”

“Every-”

“Look, MC, I respect you.” Matthias said, idly toying with the handle of his dagger and ignoring the chatter around them. “But there is no way we would be able to best them. I tried once, and it didn’t end well.”

“Oooh, wanna bet?” You motion for Carlos to lend you his papers and examine them closely. It ends up being completely unhelpful since you can’t decipher most of the words, so you look at him again. “Er, I might need you to translate these for me.” He nods so eagerly you fear his neck might snap, and then meet Matthias gaze again. “Look, we’ll go find out as much as we can about these Achieves, and a plan that can get us to avoid the Gilded Poppy. We’ll explain it tomorrow, and once you hear it, you can complain if you want. Trust me?”

“…all right.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, grunting slightly. “Guess I don’t have another option…”

“This is nuts.” Akihiko says, sighing. “But sure, let’s hear what you come up with.”

Once Liliana and Keiko nod, you can’t help the giddy excitement that spreads through you. “Oh, this will be fun.”

[coolkidstable]

What flower do you associate with each member of the bruins? I need it for science

Patrice Bergeron – iris, because it symbolizes eloquence. The different colors add wisdom, faith, hope, passion, and purity, and really, all of those fit him as well!

Zdeno Chara – aster, which symbolizes patience. I feel like he’s a very patient person, considering that it took years for him to really become an elite defenseman but he stuck to it, and even now he’s so dedicated to his training. Also, it probably takes patience to be the captain of this team lmao

Brad Marchand – hyacinth, because it symbolizes playfulness, a “sporty attitude”, and rashfulness, which sounds like the right kind of flower for his antics. More specifically, red or pink for playfulness.

David Pastrnak – bouvardia, for enthusiasm and zest for life. Pasta always seems like he’s so happy to be here, so I feel like this fits him very well. 

Charlie McAvoy – bird of paradise, because it symbolizes joyfulness and magnificence. He seems very joyful on and off the ice, and has been an incredible player from the beginning. It can also mean “exciting and wonderful anticipation”, which is me when thinking about his future with the Bruins!

Jake DeBrusk – lilac, for youthful innocence and confidence. I feel like he’s very confident (which is great!), and “innocent” in the sense that he’s not burnt out by the game/life and still enjoys every game. 

Brandon Carlo – lily, because it symbolizes purity and refined beauty. Until recently, he’s been pretty reluctant to make hits, and ofc he’s beautiful lol. I’d add lily of the valley, for sweetness and pure of heart, because that’s what I feel every time I see a picture of him and Winnie!

David Krejci – freesia, which symbolizes innocence and thoughtfulness. More so because of thoughtfulness, because he seems like a very thoughtful and polite guy, at least off the ice. 

Danton Heinen – gardenia, for purity and sweetness, because he seems like a very sweet guy and isn’t really one for fighting or hitting. 

Sean Kuraly – sunflower, because it symbolizes adoration and dedication. He always scores clutch goals, so he’s very much adored by the fans, and he seems very dedicated to playing the game and doing his best. 

Tuukka Rask – carnation, for pride and beauty, and capriciousness in purple carnations. He’s known for his moods, but there are plenty of positive traits associated with the flower too, including pure love in white. 

Matt Grzelcyk – daisy, which symbolizes innocence, purity, and cheerfulness in the case of the gerbera daisy. He seems like a very pure and cheerful guy, plus daisies are very pretty, yet simple, and well… 

Torey Krug – chrysanthemum, for optimism and joy, because he seems pretty optimistic in general (and is friends with Pasta). 

David Backes – anthurium, because it symbolizes hospitality and happiness, which reminds me of his love for rescuing dogs. 

Noel Acciari – heather, because depending on the color, it can symbolize admiration and beauty or protection, and he protects his team on the ice while generally being an admirable guy (e.g. by not getting many penalties). 

Adam McQuaid – snapdragon, which symbolizes graciousness and strength. He’s known for being somewhat quiet off the ice, but known for his toughness on the ice, so I feel like this fits both sides of him. 

Kevan Miller – protea, for change, transformation, daring, and resourcefulness, because he’s come a long way as a player, and is daring on the ice in the sense that he’s always willing to protect his teammates. 

Anders Bjork – delphinium, because it symbolizes big–heartedness, fun, and lightness, and his chirps on Instagram are fire lmao

Ryan Donato – ranunculus, for radiant charm, because he seems to be very charming (this is also playing into Harvard stereotypes lol)

Joakim Nordstrom/Chris Wagner/John Moore/Jaroslav Halak/any prospects who might make the team this season – daffodil, because it symbolizes rebirth and new beginnings, and can represent either misfortune or happiness. I chose this because these players aren’t proven as Bruins yet.

and for Anton Khudobin, Tim Schaller, Riley Nash, Austin Czarnik, Ryan Spooner, Frank Vatrano, Milan Lucic, and other former Bruins – statice, because it’s a symbol of remembrance. 

(all flower meanings come from this site!)

[ruthdu]

This is a post about Sports

I am my Mother’s daughter and my Father’s son. I grew up doing ballet, religiously practicing the piano, and appreciating a detailed skincare regiment while playing rec soccer, going to basketball camp and watching sports. Sure, you can argue that my Chinese immigrant parents were very ambitious and “forced” me to participate in these activities when I was younger, but because of their stern suggestions, I became a dancer, I fell in love with music, I will always look like I’m 25 and I have a mild obsession with Sports.

If you’ve worked with me during basketball season, you know that I will be streaming the game on my computer in the production office or suggest going to a nearby bar to catch tip-off. If you’ve had the privilege of being a friend of mine during the Olympics, we will have never ending text message chains about the crazy triple toe-loop or how blurry Usain Bolt on television. If I’ve dated you during football season, you probably know that my very first poster that I put up in my room was of Troy Aikman. I was 5, barely understood English but I thought he was such a hearthrob.

I’m not very outspoken about my social, political and world views. My first presidential election was Obama and I didn’t quite understand the 2008 Recession until much later in life (I was 20 years old). Race was always an issue and I supported the occasional Tiger Mom articles on HuffPo, or essays about a HAPA and every once in awhile engaged in some Twitter conversations about “Yellow Fever” but it wasn’t until recently that there was truly a platform to be Chinese Born - American. That didn’t mean that I didn’t support racial justices in general, but it meant that I hid behind those big trendy topics. Of course, it wasn’t until we were in a disaster of a political situation where I even considered watching a Senate hearing nor cared about our local Congressmen / woman. With that in mind, these kind of public posts are far-in-between and very delicate for me. But after what I watched + experienced this weekend, I was compelled to share because it all coincided with Sports.

This past weekend I watched 20-year-old Naomi Osaka conquer and overtake tennis Queen Serena Williams, who I believed acted poorly against the (yes unfair) Umpire at the US Open Finals. I was severely disappointed in Serena, especially after learning so much about her journey to motherhood. I had a new found respect for Serena not only as a phenomenal athlete but also a Superwoman that overcame the most difficult time of her life. I sat there, jaws on the floor when Serena consistently bashed Carlos Ramos. I was disappointed, watching her take the argument even further with officials when all I wanted for her is to take that energy and refocus on the game. True athleticism is mental and sure, we cannot help the way we feel, ESPECIALLY when we are losing. But those athletes who can outplay and outlast, the “GOAT”s, the champions, should be able to take a few breaths and make a comeback.

I’m not saying that what Serena was fighting for wasn’t valid. YES, the umpire was probably intimidated that a strong black woman was yelling at him YES, he should have given her a warning and YES, I’m sure he’s been told many terrible things on the court without giving a penalty point but felt that he needed to keep his masculine power by ruling an unprecedented action. Even with all of that potential wrongsay, there’s a time and place to object to rules and there’s a time to suck-it-up and play the game.

I sat there and cried during the awards ceremony because Naomi Osaka apologized for winning. My tears were for her family who was so proud of her but knew there would be this heavy cloud of doubt over her for the years to come. I cried because I saw a part of my little sister in her, awkwardly holding the trophy and not sure if she was representing her country as well as she would have wanted. All I wanted is for her to feel joy, pride and strength. I cried even more when Serena told the crowd to stop booing because I knew that at that point, perhaps she felt that THIS was the repercussions of her actions. I love sports because I also love sportsmanship. Much like Serena thought that Carlos owed her an apology, I think Serena should apologize to Naomi for the bittersweet outcome of the tournament.

Naomi Osaka IS a champion. She played the best game of her life. She trained hard and she has that tunnel vision that transforms a player from great to the Best. I ask that you all take some time to learn more about Naomi Osaka. She’ll be on the tennis radar for years to come and I cannot wait to watch her play next.

This past weekend, I also witnessed the epic return of the greatest QB of all time. I claim this with extreme bias but am not alone in this statement, especially after his tremendous game on Sunday night. When Aaron Rodgers was carted off in the second quarter of the opening game vs. the (new and much improved) Chicago Bears, a little part of me died. I’ve been a Rodgers fan for years. He was the QB Hearthrob: insanely attractive, hilariously respectful and probably the best ice-cream eating companion. My adoration escalated when I started a diehard, bleeding-green Packers fan who claims he looks like a slightly petite version of Aaron. Last year’s collar-bone injury led to a sour fall season but made our relationship much stronger. There was a lot on the line this football season with Aaron’s return. When Aaron was lying on that field, grasping his left leg, it became deeply personal.

The Packers came back with a limping Aaron Rodgers and won the game 24-23. We yelled and screamed with joy. We drank tequila and celebrated. The cats (Starks and Jordy, named after former Packer players) were annoyed but we didn’t care. THIS was sports. THIS was athleticism at its best and even with the controversial hoopla of the NFL, THIS was football.

I understand why there was a boycott against the NFL. I know that Roger Goodell is a Trump supporter and I know that behind many of these massive teams are corporate millionaires who voted Red. The League made a decision this year that if players kneel during the national anthem that they would subject to fines which arguably means they are charging players fees against their freedom of speech. Yes, I do believe that this is a harsh rule, but I do believe it was a rule to take politics out of the game.

Last year was the only time I remembered watching the National Anthem in any regular season football game. It truly didn’t matter to me but it became such an issue that of course I “fell’ into the trap of curiosity. This year, I am not boycotting because I am watching football for the players. I am watching to see the unexpected comebacks, to see that crazy 75-yard run to the end zone, to see that near interception that nearly gave me a heart attack. I am watching not because I am supporting our idiot-president Trump, but because I respect the bellies of the defense linemen and the sprint of the wide receiver. I am watching because I believe in will power and strength of mind, which is how Aaron Rodgers came back ferociously, playing football with one good leg.

Remember when Kerri Strug won an Olympic Gold ‘96 even though she was severely injured? Did we protest the Olympics because there was probably some weird underage and illegal shit going on? Do we still support team USA even after the corporate probably knew the actions of their disgusting coach? The answer is YES, because we support the players. We support what they want to accomplish and what they’ve tried out their entire lives to accomplish. Yes they are millionaires and this is their “job” but I guarantee that if they had the choose between a massive paycut to play, most everyone would 100% choose the paycut. An athlete doesn’t just train their bodies 365 days a year for a big paycheck (that’s just the bonus) but talk to those former players who didn’t make the cut their third year, or the former player turned coaches of their local highschool - if they had a shot to play on the green, they would do it no question.

I will watch the NFL until the players decide not to play anymore. The game is changing and I’m happy to hear of new strict hit rules to the QB and new technology for player protection. I will yell and scream and jump in disappointed and joy and I will eventually earn that Rodgers jersey that I desperately want from my new Packer partner.

For those who actually read this post, thank you for time out of your busy day to do this. Why am I so passionate about Sports? “Ruth, you make movies! You sit in front of a computer all day long and you do budgets! And you write! Why do you care about sports?” I consider myself an athlete. I’ve been in competitive sports the majority of my life and I know what it feels like to lose. I used to rehearse 6-8 hours on weekends out in the hot sun, practically running close to 15-20 miles a day.

As a dancer, I trained like an athlete: slow push-ups, squats, abdominal conditioning, the whole damn thing. And in my now adult life, I go to challenging HIIT/ Boot Camp / Strength classes to make sure that I have the ability to survive a zombie apocalypse, or be fast enough to run to shelter during the Big One. I attribute my film career to my athletic training: play smart, play hard, follow the rules and always thank your teammates. These are skill sets that now engrained in me. So this is why I am passionate about sports: because its about survival, mind over matter and it’s about those you play the game with.

[addedperspective2]

Reza Ghoochannejhad – The violinist who understands seven languages Reza scored the only Iranian goal in the World Cup 2014. Besides football, the forward is known for his skills with the violin and for languages; he speaks English, Dutch, Persian and French. Additionally he has a good understanding of German, Italian and Portuguese.

He played in the youth national team of the Netherlands and, at the age of 21, he wanted to leave football to study law. He was convinced by Marc Overmars, the winger that played in Barcelona, to stick to football. He wants to finish his studies when he retires from football. “The people who know me know that there is something more than football for me,” he says, while scornfully disdaining social networks. “They are not real”.

His sister-in-law is Sareh Bayat, a famous Iranian actress who participated in the 2012 Oscar-winning film “Nader and Simín, a separation”. After Iran’s win against Morocco with an own goal by Bouhaddouz, he took a moment to console his opponent on Instagram:

“I don’t know you personally but in life, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Don’t let this own goal bring you down. We are all professional sportsmen and this is a part of football. I am so happy and proud of my team and my country, but wanted to wish you also all the best in your career. Reza”.

Iranian, Egyptian, Brazilian and Spanish fans supporting their teams in St. Petersburg, Russia on the eve of the tournament (photo Mona Hoobehfekr, ISNA)

Iranian fans supporting their team in St. Petersburg, Russia on the eve of the tournament (photo Borna Ghasemi, ISNA)

Iranian fans supporting their team in St. Petersburg, Russia on the eve of the tournament (photo Mona Hoobehfekr, ISNA)

Iranian fans supporting their team in St. Petersburg, Russia on the eve of the tournament (photo Mona Hoobehfekr, ISNA)

Iranian fans supporting their team in St. Petersburg, Russia on the eve of the tournament (photo Borna Ghasemi, ISNA)

Iranian fans supporting their team in St. Petersburg, Russia on the eve of the tournament (photo Borna Ghasemi, ISNA)

Iranian fans at Kazan Arena before Iran vs Spain (photo Borna Ghasemi)

Iranian fans in Kazan Arena, Russia supporting their team during Iran vs Spain (photo Alex Livesey, Getty Images Europe)

Iranian fans in Kazan Arena, Russia supporting their team during Iran vs Spain (photo Borna Ghasemi, ISNA)

Iranian fans in Kazan Arena, Russia supporting their team during Iran vs Spain (photo Richard Heathcote, Getty Images Europe)

Iranian fans in St. Petersburg Stadium, Russia supporting their team during Morocco vs Iran (photo Borna Ghasemi, ISNA)

Iranian fans in St. Petersburg Stadium, Russia supporting their team during Morocco vs Iran (photo Borna Ghasemi, ISNA)

Iranian fans in St. Petersburg Stadium, Russia supporting their team during Morocco vs Iran (photo Borna Ghasemi, ISNA)

Iranian fans in St. Petersburg Stadium, Russia supporting their team during Morocco vs Iran (photo Alex Livesey, Getty Images Europe)

Iranian fans in St. Petersburg Stadium, Russia supporting their team during Morocco vs Iran (photo Richard Heathcote, Getty Images Europe)

Iranian fans watching Morocco vs. Iran in St. Petersburg, Russia (photo Borna Ghasemi, ISNA)

Iranian players celebrate their victory by throwing head coach Carlos Queiroz in the air after their match against Morocco in St. Petersburg Stadium, Russia (photo credit Mohammadreza Abbasi, MEHR)

Iranian players celebrating their victory after their match against Morocco in St. Petersburg Stadium, Russia (photo credit Mohammadreza Abbasi, MEHR)

Iranian players celebrating their victory after their match against Morocco in St. Petersburg Stadium, Russia (photo credit Mohammadreza Abbasi, MEHR)

Iranian players celebrating their victory in the locker room after their match against Morocco in St. Petersburg Stadium, Russia (photo credit FIFAWorldCupIRN, twitter.com)

Iranian players (from left to right) Amir Abedzadeh, Saman Ghoddos and Sardar Azmoun before boarding their flight to Russia (photo credit saman.ghoddos, instagram.com)

Iranian players Milad Mohammadi and Masoud Shojaei during their training camp in Turkey before the World Cup (photo miladmohammadi.official, instagram.com)

Iranian players during their training camp in Istanbul, Turkey before the World Cup (photo credit alirezajb_official, instagram.com)

Iranian players during their training camp in Russia before the World Cup (photo credit sardar_azmoun, instagram.com)

Iranian team on their way to Kazan for their match against Spain (photo credit teammellifootball, instagram.com)

Sardar Azmoun – The Iranian “Messi” Sardar, 23 years old, is compared to the crack of Barça due to his ability. A comparison that, however, the striker of Rubin Kazan rejects immediately. “I do not know why they say I’m the new Messi, my game has nothing to do, maybe it’s because we use the same boots,” he says. Azmoun was born in Gonbad-e Kavus to a family of Turkmen origin from Iran’s Sunni minority. He started his career in Sepahan FC (Isfahan, Iran). As top scorer in the league and for the national team he is the favorite of the masses beloved by the fans and his team members. He is addicted to social networks. When he was younger, he was summoned by the Iranian sub-15 volleyball team due to his height (1.86 meters) and the conditions inherited from his father, a former player. He is also passionate about horses.

Alireza Jahanbakhsh – The child that fell in love with football at the world cup Alireza Jahanbakhsh is Iran’s biggest threat in attack. The winger of AZ Alkmaar is 2017-18 Eredivise’s top scorer. He scored 21 goals and also distributed 12 assists! “It’s not bad to play as a winger” he says. Neither for a child who, until 12, preferred gymnastics, handball and indoor football over football. Jahanbakhsh, who got hooked on football watching the 1998 World Cup, grew up admiring Iranian winger Mahdavikia, but now he adores Cristiano Ronaldo: “He’s my role model, I always try to learn from him.” His determination and work are exemplary. He is simply the best in the world.”

Milad Mohammadi – The twin nicknamed Road Runner Milad Mohammadi is a fullback/left winger that plays for Akhmat Grozny in Chechnya. He has a twin brother, Mehrdad, who plays for Sepahan FC. Fans nicknamed Milad “Mig-Mig”, as in the cartoon The Coyote and the Road Runner, due to his speed.

Saeid Ezatolahi – The Persian Pogba with a short stop in Atlético 21-year-old central midfielder Saeid Ezatolahi is the youngest member of the squad in Russia. He wrote Iranian football history as the youngest player to score with the national team. Son of a trainer, he was nicknamed the Persian Pogba and at the end of the summer of 2014, with 17, he signed for Atlético de Madrid for four years. He played in the quarterfinals of the UEFA Youth League. “He was a very polite and respectful player. Always wondering about all the tactical aspects to learn as much as possible. He even asked to stay longer to do specific workouts sometimes”, recalls Armando de la Morena, the coach he had in Spain. During the April 2015 transfer window Ezatolahi trained with Cholo Simeone at Cerro del Espino. In July 2015 he transferred to Russia’s Rostov.

Masoud – Or how to overcome four serious injuries Masoud Shojaei is best known in Spain because he played for Osasuna and Las Palmas. In Pamplona he learned, what it meant to play under pressure in football’s top competitions, with all eyes right on top of him. He had four surgeries after a broken metatarsal during the 2011-2012 season. It took him 16 months to recover, six of them on crutches. After having problems with the regime, he is now back as captain of the Iran squad.

Ghoddos – The Iranian, who came out of the cold of… Sweden Saman Ghoddos (24 years old) was born in Malmö, Sweden and he received his Iranian nationality last year. He neither knew until then the majority of those who are now his teammates. The match against Spain was his tenth game defending Iran. The midfielder/forward is the son of Iranian immigrants, who never forgot their roots – celebrating Nowruz and Chahar Shanbeh Suri in Sweden. He played two friendlies with the Swedish national team, scoring once. Ghoddos plays in Östersunds FC. Arsenal’s coach Arsene Wenger praised him after a Europa League match: “Technically and tactically, I was impressed by him”. Ghoddos club did not want to sell him this winter to Celta de Vigo.

Dejagah – Boateng’s friend and owner of a restaurant Ashkan Dejagah, midfielder of Nottingham Forest since January, sees Kevin Prince Boateng as his brother. The German-born Ghanaian midfielder wished him luck on Instagram in the first game. In January he opened a sushi restaurant in Berlin. He represented Germany at youth levels, where he met Neuer, Höwedes, Khedira, Özil … before playing in Wolfsburg and Fulham. He has Berlin and Tehran tattooed on each of his arms along with the legend “Never forget where you come from”.

Morteza Pouraliganji – Teammate of Xavi Hernández in Al Saad Morteza Pouraliganji is, with only 26 years, the head of Iran’s defense. He plays in Al Saad of Qatar, Xavi’s team, where he arrived two years ago despite the offers he had from Europe and China. The Spanish midfielder was the great idol of his youth.

Alireza Beiranvand – From sleeping rough to the World Cup with Iran Alireza Beiranvand was a shepherd in the mountainous region of Lorestan, in the northwest of the country. “My father didn’t like football at all and asked me to work,” Alireza told the Guardian. “He even tore my clothes and gloves and I played with bare hands several times.” He used all his money for a trip to Tehran, where he slept in the in the streets at the beginning. He had several jobs to supplement his income, including working at a car wash where, at 1,93m (6ft 4in) tall, he specialised in cleaning SUVs. He also worked in a dressmaking factory and a pizza shop before making his breakthrough in football. The 25-year-old plays now for Tehran-based club Persepolis.

Playing as a kid “Dal Paran”, a game that involves throwing stones long distances, enabled him to throw the ball much further than many other goalkeepers. His 70-meter assist in the Iranian football league caught the eyes of foreign media and made him famous abroad in 2014. In 2015 Alireza finally became Iran’s first-choice goalkeeper and, with 12 clean sheets in qualifying, he helped Team Melli, as Iran’s team is called at home, cruise to Russia 2018. “I suffered many difficulties to make my dreams come true but I have no intention of forgetting them because they made me the person I am now,” he said.

Carlos Queiroz – Iran’s Portuguese coach Carlos Queiroz, former trainer at Real Madrid and assistant trainer at Manchester United under Sir Alex Ferguson, […] had worked wonders to get Iran to Brazil. Iran was Asia’s seventh-ranked team when he took over in 2011 and 54th in the world. Within three years Iran was the first ranked team in Asia. For Russia 2018, Iran didn’t lose a single one of their ten games in qualifying and conceded only twice. Sanctions have bit hard:

“We struggle to travel, to have training camps, to bring opponents, to buy equipment. Even buying shirts is a challenge, but these challenges helped me fall in love with Iran. These difficulties become a source of inspiration to the people, it makes them more united, to fight for their country. These boys deserve a smile from the rest of the world.”

Sanctions also meant Nike pulled out of their deal to supply the Iran team with boots one week ahead of the World Cup, forcing players to play with unfamiliar equipment.

“My message for international football is very simple: let us play. Our players deserve that opportunity. Don’t let sanctions create this stigma. Don’t let this go against the spirit of the game. We have football players who love the game”.

“[…] I’ve never, in all my career, seen players deliver so much after receiving so little as I have with these Iran Boys“.

“Tell me one national team which goes to the World Cup without enough friendly games [Greece recently cancelled a friendly, Kosovo then also declined to step in], or by using a 60-metre training pitch?”

Queiroz didn’t expect to be in charge of Iran for seven years. “Football has given me the privilege to go to many places in the world, to see the United States, Japan, Africa or Europe,” he says. “And people ask me about Iran because they’re curious. I tell them that I see exactly the same as in any other country I’ve been to – people who laugh and cry, who dance, who sing. You see mums carrying their kids to school in the morning. You see people complaining about the traffic. Football teaches you how much human beings have in common that have nothing to do with any politics or regimes.”

Football is huge in Iran – the national team regularly drew sell-out crowds of 78,000 in qualifying. “Iran is a football country,” says Queiroz. “Football is in the DNA of the people. Iran is not a fake football country, one which needs to create or imagine fantasy solutions to promote the game. But our players need support and the politics should be left out of the game.” And his young players in Russia? “They have a right to enjoy Russia, to have fun,” he says. “They’ve earned it.”

List of players called up for the 2018 FIFA World Cup (jersey number in parentheses): Goalkeepers: Ali Beiravand (1), Rashid Mazaheri (12), Amir Abedzadeh (22) Defenders: Ehsan Hajsafi (3), Rouzbeh Cheshmi (4), Milad Mohammadi (5), Morteza Pouraliganji (8), Mohammad Reza Khanzadeh (13), Pejman Montazeri (15), Majid Hosseini (19), Ramin Rezaeian (23) Midfielders: Mehdi Torabi (2), Saeid Ezatolahi (6), Masoud Shojaei (7), Omid Ebrahimi (9), Vahid Amiri (11) Forwards: Karim Ansarifard (10), Saman Ghoddos (14), Reza Ghoochannejhad (16), Mehdi Taremi (17), Alireza Jahanbakhsh (18), Sardar Azmoun (20), Ashkan Dejagah (21) Head coach: Carlos Queiroz

Sources: MARCA (this source was loose translated to English from an interview with Iranian sports journalist Alireza Moharami in Spanish), The Guardian, BBC, GQ Magazine, ESPN, FIFA, GOAL, ISNA 1, ISNA 2, ISNA 3, ISNA 4, MEHR, Zimbio, instagram @alirezajb_official, instagram @miladmohammadi.official, instagram @saman.ghoddos, instagram @sardar_azmoun, instagram @rgucci16, instagram @teammellifootball, twitter @FIFAWorldCupIRN

FIFA World Cup 2018: Iran’s team and fans in Russia (Photos) Reza Ghoochannejhad - The violinist who understands seven languages Reza scored the only Iranian goal in the World Cup 2014.

[landhoe-norris]

✿ goldenboygate master list ✿

ongoing - completed

personal favorite = ✿

Black Velvet ✿ - carlando - 47,9k - rating: 18+

Lando has gone through a lot in his life. When he was 13, his mom went missing, and he was left with a dad who wanted nothing to do with him. All of this has caused abandonment issues that make him cling to anyone who shows him kindness. When he starts working at Sapphire, a strip club owned by Lewis Hamilton, he finally starts figuring himself out. But what he doesn't realise is that he's launching a chain of events that can ultimately lead him to lose everything he holds dear to his heart while simultaneously resurrecting the ghosts of his past.

Impractical Magic ✿ - carlando - 25,9k - rating: 18+

Charles and Lando were born into a family where falling in love means you end up dead. They take different paths in life, Charles wanting nothing more in life than to feel the exhilaration love brings, and Lando too afraid to ever put himself out there. When Charles gets into trouble with one of his boyfriends, Lando must figure out how to help him while trying his best not to fall in love with the one man who can take his life apart, Detective Carlos Sainz.

i've tried my best to let go (but i don't want to) ✿ - carlando, charlos sr - 38,5k - rating: 18+

After an unexpected heat during his vacation, newly crowned champion Charles is left in a sticky situation with his teammate, his teammate's dad, and his teammate's boyfriend. Can they get out on the other side unscathed, or are they all bound to break apart?

The Sins of the Father ✿ - carlando - 12k - rating: 18+

Lando and Carlos are detectives that work together. Carlos is in a happy relationship, while Lando has a problem with settling down and spends his free time fucking around (and sometimes finding out). Lando has emotional problems after his mother was murdered and his father had a mental breakdown resulting in him moving out of the country and leaving Lando with his former police partner and his wife. His mom's murder has never been solved, and when new evidence is brought up, Lando goes against everyone and everything he knows is right, to make sure that he can avenge her.

Not so close anymore, eh? - carlando - 18,3k - rating: 18+

Based on real moments during race weekends.

You Found Me - carlando - 26,2k - rating: 18+

Lando is MI6 and is forced to work with an arrogant CNI intelligence officer named Carlos.

life after you - carlando - 28,4k - rating: 18+

After Lando loses James, his fiancé, in an accident, he must learn to pick himself back up with the help of the friends James left behind. He discovers that love isn't always what it appears to be and that loving again isn't a crime, even if it's with even if it's with his dead fiancé's best friend.

all you have to do (stay) ✿ - carlando - 8,4k - rating: 18+

Lando doesn't quite know how it had evolved to this, how he had become the grid's trophy or consolation prize in some instances. All he knows is that it fills a void, gives him purpose, and makes him feel wanted. He loves taking care of them. But who's taking care of Lando?

worship me beneath the sheets - multi - 2,6k - rating: 18+

Best friends Daniel and Max meet strangers Charles and Lando at a club and take them back to their hotel.

the night belongs to lovers - multi - 3,5k - rating: 18+

the twitch quartet celebrate in australia

hanging by a moment (here with you) - multi - 3,8k - rating: 18+

Lando gets taken apart by Max and Charles, but in the end, only Carlos can make him experience pure ecstasy.

he's not you but he'll have to do - carlando sr - 2,5k - rating: 18+

Lando wants Carlos and might even need him. But Carlos is in a relationship and has no interest in Lando. Carlos Sr is the next best thing

summer sweat - carlando - 1,5k - rating: 18+

Carlos spends a hot summer day with Lando and his family, and Lando has some plans.

brighter side (i'll find you there) - carlando - 1,7k - rating: K

Lando reminisces on his life with Carlos

Good For You (I Just Wanna Be) - carlando - 2k - rating: 18+

Carlos didn't expect this - to fall for his 19-year-old teammate. He also didn't expect his 19-year-old teammate to want to top him. And the last thing he expected was for Lando's dick to be this big. But Carlos isn't complaining.

lando and carlos and carlos and carlos ✿ - multi - 5,8k - rating: 18+

Lando keeps making mistakes with men called Carlos. He keeps making mistakes until one night when he doesn't.

the adventures of omega princess lando and his good boy, alpha carlos sainz jr - carlando - 19,5k - rating: 18+

Lando is an Omega princess, and Carlos is his Alpha bodyguard. Chaos.

papa carlos and his pillow princess ✿ - charlos sr - 10,2k - rating: 18+

a series on charles and papa sainz

[edream93]

can u write a fanfic about the roar team doubting Jay’s sword abilities because he lived on the Isle but then he like shocks them will how good he actually is? ❤️

Hi anon! Thanks for the request! I hope you like it! Also, for anyone who has read “Rise of the Isle of the Lost” this might be a little AU since if I remember correctly, this isn’t how Jay became captain. Oh well. Enjoy!

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He really didn’t get it.

Jay wasn’t usually the jealous type. Afterall, on the Isle, if there was something he wanted, he just stole it. And if he couldn’t steal, well then break it.

But that’s not how it was in Auradon and though apparently Jay was desired for his brute strength on the Tourney field, apparently some of his fellow teammates didn’t think he was up to snuff to be on the ROAR team where the movements were more rhythmic and precise and where agility and flexibility were valued.

Apparently Carlos had been asked to join as soon as tryout dates were announced which had been days ago. The only reason why Jay was even aware of tryouts was because of his roommate and when he arrived, even the coach was a bit skeptical as to whether or not he had the proper sword abilities to do the necessary flips and and turns while also wielding a protected but still dangerous sword. Though somehow, they thought that Carlos who could easily be beaten by Evie - who was banished to never leave her castle for 10 years - in a real no holds barred duel had better technique than him, Jay, who had been one of the most feared kids on the Isle.

(Though to be totally fair to Carlos, Jay had trained Evie to be able to protect herself, with or without a prince.)

Jay sighed, letting those negative thoughts all out. Honestly, it wasn’t in him to be jealous of the younger boy. Actually, he was happy that people in Auradon were seeing the strengths that the De Vil boy always had but were never really appreciated back on the Isle. Carlos had always had good agility and natural reflexes that allowed him to quickly jump and flip into places that most couldn’t. Though his evasive maneuvers were looked down upon on the Isle where brute force and strength were looked highly upon, Carlos was finally getting the recognition he deserved.

However, that meant for once, Jay wasn’t first pick.

“Don’t let them underestimate you,” Mal had murmured one day, eyes never leaving her sketchpad as they spent one of the rare moments of freedoms up on the roof of their new school and home. “I didn’t start partnering up with you on the Isle because you were some insecure little weakling. You’re Isle born and raised. If nothing else, Jay,” she smirked wickedly at him, eyes glowing in that way that both terrified and exhilarated him. “It means you know how to give them hell. Show them what happens when you underestimate the Rotten Four.”

Jay smirked at the memory, walking up to the R.O.A.R. mat where Chad Charming stood, over confidently boasting of his skills.

Carlos, who was walking next to the former thief placed a hand on his shoulder. “Remember, he may be a pain in the ass, but he’s a prince so…you know…don’t kill him. Okay?”

Ruffling the younger boy’s hair, Jay passed him, putting on the R.O.A.R. helmet before getting into position opposite Chad.

“On my count,” the coach called raising his arm in the ready position.

“Hey, Chad. Let’s make this a little interesting,” Jay chuckled, getting into position. “If you win, I’ll shave off all my hair and you’ll also get access to Carlos’s upgraded 3D-printer.”

“Jay! NOOO!” a voice moaned distressed from the sideline.

“And if you win?” Chad questioned.

Jay’s smirk grew wider behind his mask. “You mean when.”

“En guarde!” the coach called out just before dueling blades met.

Later, after Carlos forgave him for wagering his 3D printer and Jay was carrying the R.O.A.R. sword specifically for the captain of the team, he would smile sadly to himself, knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time people here underestimated him because of where he was from. He sighed a mischievous grin finding itself on his face as he made eye contact with Mal over the pizza that she and Evie had ordered to celebrate. She smirked back before giving her attention once again to Evie and Carlos who were going on about something or other.

“I’ll just have to give them hell,” he thought.

[descendantswriter]

The Loved and The Forgotten

Request: Hey! Could you write a prompt where Harry is in Auradon and him and Mal keep flirting and Evie gets jealous but end it however you want, that would be great thank you!

Requested By: Anonymous

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I’ve got so many requests

Evie felt her heart crack. It had been cracked ever since her childhood, but Auradon proved to be her weakness. Pretty Princes and Princesses was a facade, there was so much more underneath.

First it was Chad, the prince who had stolen her heart the first day they arrived. His unkind words and dangerous actions on family day tainted her heart forever. They were better friends now after he apologized, but the cut in her heart never faded.

Next was Doug. He was very kind and saw the real her through everything. But due to rising responsibilities, they broke up. Evie would be lying if she said she didn't see the break up coming, but she didn't expect it to be on the day of her first fashion show where her clothes were the one in the spotlight. A bittersweet that day was.

Now it was Harry.

Back on the isle they were casual friends, but only when Mal or Uma weren't around. They teased each other for the most part and Evie forgot all her problems when she was around him. Evie thought that maybe she liked him or even loved him. But then she found out she would be going to Auradon. She hurriedly packed her bag and left without saying goodbye.

The first few weeks she thought of him. Harry's charming smile and his sky blue eyes. As months passed she found herself forgetting. Forgetting the dimples on his face and the old black hat he wore. Harry became a distant memory in her mind. Then Uma and her crew tried to take over Auradon.

Evie was nervous. She didn't know what seeing him would do to her. But when she did her heart cracked. Harry's eyes were bloodshot and cold, his lips etched in a permanent frown. He was not the Harry she remembered.

Ben, being the good King he was, forgave them and demanded they come to Auradon. Uma, Harry and Gil were surprised, but accepted.

She had three classes with Harry and she could tell he was having a hard time with adjusting just as she had at first. Just as she was about to go talk to him, Mal sat next to him and they began talking like old friends.

Evie felt sick.

Now she was outside, leaning against her locker watching Harry and Mal on the grass studying for the big test tomorrow.

"You ok?" Evie whipped her head around and stood face to face with Chad. His features were soft and he held a pleading gaze.

"I'm fine. Just under the weather a bit, that's all." She smiled and turned around.

"C'mon, E, I know it's got something to do with Harry." Chad whispered. Evie froze. Was it that obvious. "And no, it's both that obvious to anyone else."

After Chad had apologized, they had began quite a friendship. He could read her like an open book and vice verse.

“I just miss me and Harry. We were good friends and now he barely talks to me. But him and Mal are suddenly best friends, when he never spoke to her. I just don’t get it!” Evie slammed her hand against the locker door, drawing unwanted glances in her direction.

“How about you just talk to him, maybe the tension will clear up.” Chad suggested. “And if things don’t work out, just hit him with one of those huge textbooks you always carry around.”

Evie rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Trust me, I’l do more damage than that.”

Evie was very reluctant to talk to Harry. But the time came, when she accompanied Mal to one of the boy’s tourney practices to support their friends. Of course, on the outside she was there for Jay, Carlos, and Ben, but she was truly there to finally talk to Harry.

Showing up late to watch practice was always something they did. They were former villains after all, so they had to be a little evil now and then.

What they didn’t expect to see was the group of sweaty boys surrounding a fallen teammate calling for some ice. The girls rushed to the scene, fearing for their friends.

“What’s going on?” Mal pushed through the crowd to reveal an injured Harry with the Coach by his side.

“Dislocated my shoulder, Princess.” The pirate whined. “Gil’s got a good eye.”

“Sorry, man.” Gil ran up with two bags of ice. He set one down on Harry’s shoulder, causing him to groan in pain.

“C’mon let’s get you up.” Mal helped him to his feet and lead him to the bleachers. She urged Evie to help, but Evie couldn’t move a muscle. She only followed closely behind.

Mal folded her jacket and tucked it under Harry’s head as he moved to lay on the bleachers. “You’ll be fine, I’ll get Ben to help me when practice is over.”

“No need for the trouble, princess, don’t get ye royal hands dirty for a poor peasant like me.” Harry put his hand over his heart jokingly and Mal smacked him on the head.

Princess

That was Evie’s nickname. Evie clenched her fist and gave Mal a thin smile. Evie needed to leave. She couldn’t be around them anymore. “I’m gonna go see if I can get the nurse or something.”

“Hang on, E!” Mal stopped her. “I’ll go, just keep Harry some company.”

Evie cursed. Well now at least she had a chance to talk to Harry. Mal walked past her, squeezing her shoulder and giving her a reassuring smile. Silence followed as soon as she left. Evie didn’t know what to say, but she knew she had to say something.

“How’s you’re shoulder?”

“Just peachy.” Venom and hostility were laced in his voice. Evie was surprised. Was he mad at her? 

“I’m going to go find Mal and help her out.” She got up and turned his direction. “Stay still and try not to move.”

“Ye gonna say good bye this time?” Harry called out. He pushed himself to up and stood. He was a good ten inches taller than her, but the Evil Queen’s daughter stood her ground. “Or are ye just gonna leave.”

Evie stared him down and put her hand on her hip. “What are you talking about?”

“You left. Without any kind of goodbye. I thought you were gone. I thought you were dead.” His eyes buzzed with anger. Evie could see shades of Harry’s former self starting to reappear. “And three months later, I see you on tv. Happy as can be. But ye left me all alone to worry ‘bout ye. I was trapped in my own mind thinking you were dead. I thought ya cared about me?”

Evie clenched her jaw. He was right. She betrayed their friendship when she vanished without a word. “I do care. Harry, I’m sorry.”

“No yer not. Because you don’t regret leaving!” He screamed, drawing the tourney team’s attention towards him. “You don’t regret having a better life, you don’t regret escaping yer mother’s punishments. Ye don’t regret falling in love with someone else.”

She closed her eyes and let her tears escape, by now the tourney team had surrounded them and were watching intently. Harry brought his lips to her ears. “Ye don’t regret forgetting me.”

He moved past her, leaving her standing alone with all eyes on her. He left her a broken mess and truly he broke her heart into little pieces. And this time nobody could fix it.