Refreshing Carcar Tag On Ao3 For The 6969th Times Today Im Losing Faith In All Of You And The Humanity

refreshing Carcar tag on ao3 for the 6969th times today I’m losing faith in all of you and the humanity 💔

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2024 Hungarian GP drivers parade - carcar edition

a tide of tender mercies c. sainz/o. piastri • 15k • rated t  • aka beach yoga fic tags: alternate universe, meet ugly, getting together

If it wasn’t so cloudy, Carlos would think the guy is trying to get a tan. He’s lying on his back on his yoga mat with his feet planted against the sand and his knees bent, letting his shorts fall all the way up his thighs to reveal pale, surprisingly lovely legs. Carlos swerves to the right, his feet slipping as he runs through the softer sand farther up the beach. He looks down at the ground, focusing on the placement of his footsteps so he doesn’t fall. Every time Carlos blinks, he sees the shape of the guy’s legs behind his eyelids.

Carlos likes to start his day with a run along the beach. It's an energizing, peaceful routine – until some guy sets up his yoga mat in the middle of Carlos's path, distractingly handsome and always in his way.

Saw this Carlos pict on X can’t help it

Oscar won on Barcelona and of course the prince of Spain gonna hands him the trophy. Gonna add little beef Oscar, with a huge grin, reaches out to grab it, but just as the trophy touches his hands, it slips through his fingers in slow motion. The trophy is mid-air, tumbling down towards the ground. Everyone around them has exaggerated, shocked expressions, with wide eyes and open mouths, while confetti still falls from above. The moment is both hilarious and tense, capturing the split-second where everything goes hilariously wrong. Oscar thinks Carlos do it on purpose and confront him afterwards lmao