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Carlos: * panting heavily and very panicked* Mattia! We lost Charles! We've looked everywhere we can't find him! You need to do it!

Mattia: *sighs* SEBASTIAN VETTEL SUCKS!!!

Angry Lance holding a crow bar: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU SON OF A BITCH?!?!?

Angry Charles with a baseball bat: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT OUR DAD?!?!?!

Angry Mick holding a blowtorch: SAY THAT TO MY FACE!!!!

A Petrified Mattia: Where did they get those things?!?!?! Charles come on you need to get in the car!

Lance being dragged away by Seb: YOU BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN MOTHER FUCKER!!!!

Mick also being dragged away by Seb: SEE THIS BLOWTORCH?! I'LL BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN WITH IT IF YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN.

Carlos: Hey Charles have you seen my-

Charles: *in a banana costume* yes?

Carlos: why are you dressed as a banana?

Charles: Because it's Halloween!

Carlos: and you're a banana

Charles: Well I've always been a snack so I decided to just make it more specific.

Charles: Hey I have an Idea! We should-

Carlos: No.

Charles: What do you mean no?

Carlos: I mean no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? Noh!

Pierre: Hey I just wanna inform you guys that Charles just watched Dahmer and is really loving it so maybe don't make him mad anytime soon. Just be careful.

Lando: Understood!

Carlos: Got it! but I feel like we should be telling someone else as well. but who am I forgetting??

Alex: Well if you're forgetting then it must not be important.

Carlos: You're right!

*Meanwhile in Ferrari*

Mattia: *sweating bullets just trying to make coffee*

Charles: *standing in the corner of the kitchen staring at him while sharpening a knife*

trying not to get too happy over monza win because last time we had a good ferrari race canada happened.

CHILE !! 🌶️

he was walking around like a lost little penguin istg he’s so ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

I never wanted this; Carlos Sainz

WARNING; Topics such as suicide, death and poisoning are mentioned.

I was in our room, crying. I couldn't believe it, it was all my fault.

On the TV the news about his disappearance was on repeat like a damaged record, the social networks were a chaos of theories and speculations, everyone seemed to want to know where Carlos had gone, and it was all my fault. I caused the fight that brought us to this moment in time, it was all my fault.

I knew it was only a matter of time before the police would be looking for me to ask their usual questions, but I was aware that if they noticed the house in chaos they would suspect me. I had to leave, at least while the first few hours of investigation passed. After that, I would have time, everything could go back to normal.

No one had to know, no one could find out that everything had been provoked by me.

I didn't want to be alone, I didn't want to face everything alone, so I took some of my things deciding that I would spend the night at my mother's house, she would be with me, she would comfort me and support me because she knows how much I love him.

When the call from the police arrived, they came to my mother's small but cozy house, they asked me some questions and I told them my husband's usual routine, which ended this time when they reported finding his sport car abandoned on an unknown stretch of road not frequented by him.

No one knew what had happened, the policemen were trying to advise me by the time I could receive a rescue call. They were all assuming that Carlos had been kidnapped and were waiting for whoever committed this act to look for me, to call me and ask for a large amount of money so that Carlos could be released alive. The agents who came to talk to me gave me so much advice to the point that I felt overwhelmed, I felt that with just a few words in front of them I would spoil everything and they would discover the truth, they would discover that it was all my fault.

When they finally left with the promise that if they found out anything they would inform me or if anyone contacted me I would come to them, I could breathe. I knew I had taken them off my hands for a few hours, I knew they would be out of my way for as long as it took. And with the Sainz family licking their chops with the media, this was my perfect opportunity to return home, to our home.

A home that was broken, hurt and wounded, but  ours.

As I tried to sort out everything that had happened, as I tried to bring everything back to the perfection that our home always projected, one by one, neighbors, friends and family knocked on the door, but I could not receive anyone, I had no time, everything was measured.

—I want to be alone—. That was what I shouted over and over again in response to the knocks on the door.

I needed to be alone, everything had come to an end. Things were decided, I would wear my wedding dress and he would wear his black suit and we would be happy once again, happy as when we started this life together. I would arrange everything, I would see to it that everything happened before anyone found out what was going on.

My dress lay on our bed, and the tuxedo next to him. I admired the view in front of me for a few seconds, there was no turning back now, there was no longer anything that could change the course this whole day in our lives had taken.

I turned around and went back to the first floor, I had to look for some things still, I had to make sure everything went well.

As I made my way to the first floor, there was another knock on the door, I stopped, I stood quietly on the stairs, I was exactly in front of the front door that I would not answer once again, hoping they would understand that I wanted to be alone and that I didn't want to be disturbed. But his voice came from the other side of the darkness.

—I know you're there, please let's talk—. A lump settled in my throat, it was Lando, Carlos' best friend. I couldn't see him, I couldn't face him, I was sure he would want to come in and stay with me until we knew what had happened with my husband and I couldn't allow that, I couldn't allow him to see it.

—No Lan, I don't want to talk to anyone, he's gone—. I was not able to control my emotions and I burst into tears.

—Hey, we'll find him, everything will be all right, okay?—. Lando couldn't understand at this moment, but Carlos had left not to come back and I had taken care of that.

—Lando, I want to be alone, could we meet later?—. I needed him to leave, I needed to be alone so I could put an end to all this.

—I understand, I'll call you in the morning, bye—. I heard her footsteps as he was leaving. With a big sigh I resumed my walk, while I admired each and every detail that flooded our house, our home.

I stopped in front of the stove, took a deep breath and took the courage to do it. One by one I turned all the knobs without turning on the burners, just allowing the gas to come out. At that moment many things went through my mind, all the memories of a life together seemed to play in front of me, soon we would be together again.

I walked back to him, back to our bedroom. It took me a lot of effort to place him on the bed, but I managed to place him right where he always liked to sleep. He looked so pale now, but he still looked so handsome. From his side I took my beautiful dress and decisively took some scissors that were on my vanity, without thinking twice I started to make some cuts before putting it on, then I looked at myself in the mirror, I hated myself, I hated being the person who had brought things to this point, and with tears in my eyes, scissors in hand, I started to cut my hair evenly.

I dropped the scissors, I had ruined everything, I had ruined our life, our marriage and I had ended his dream and all his effort had gone down the drain because of me. I walked over to the small bureau next to the bed and took from the only drawer his sleeping pills, Carlos always took two after a day full of adrenaline to be able to rest properly. I also took the forgotten bottle of anti-stress pills that had once been prescribed for me.

I looked at them for a moment before walking to the bar and grabbing a glass to pour a shot of whiskey. Drink with which I took the pills, I have no idea how many there were but I knew it might take a while for them to take effect. So I started to dress him.

In his tuxedo he looked so handsome, but now he was so cold. I sat next to him and admired his now expressionless face, it had been my fault, I had caused him this. In a moment I felt all the strength leave my body and I climbed a little on the bed, to lie down next to him. I positioned myself so that my face was on his chest and hugged him with my arms. I had a great desire to sleep, but I was still conscious of how I felt my demons being released.

In the distance the sound of police sirens could be heard, but it was too late. Still, before it was all over I had to say goodbye, I had to apologize to him, later we would be together again, somewhere after death.

—I am so sorry my love, I never wanted it to come to this. I wanted to spend my life with you, I wanted to be able to give you so many moments and memories, I wanted to give you the surprise that we would be parents, but if I don't have you by my side, I don't want to live a life without you. I know it's all my fault, but it doesn't matter anymore, we made a promise to each other, we promised to always be together—. The words began to come out of my mouth in a rush, my eyes were heavy and I knew that there was little time left but I still had some words to say.— I will make sure that it is so, I will make sure that we can keep that promise, I love you and I will always love you—. The words stopped coming out of my mouth and I concentrated on closing my eyes and sleeping, it was time for me to leave everything here.

The knocking on the door was so loud, the sound of the sirens was also louder, but it was impossible to open my eyes again.

—Police, open the door!—. The knocking was getting more and more continuous.— Police, open the door, I will not repeat it one more time—. More knocks on the door, louder and more determined. I knew they were going to break down the door, but nothing mattered, because even if they tried they could not save me, they could not save us.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, rapid footsteps coming up towards us and distorted voices.

—We need paramedics, someone call for an ambulance urgently—. Everything seemed to spin around, I tried to open my eyes, to see what was going on, I really tried but it was impossible.— We have a probable suicide attempt and a person with no vital signs, we need paramedics urgently... —. And everything became silence and thick blackness, finally I was free from the hell that my life was becoming.

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—We have sad and regrettable news in the world of sports, last night the famous Formula 1 racer, who played a role in the Ferrari team, Carlos Sainz and his wife, better known as Mr. and Mrs. Sainz, were found in their apartment without vital signs. According to police reports, the autopsy of the driver indicates that he died from severe poisoning, while the autopsy of his young wife indicates that she died from an overdose of different pills, which makes them think that she committed suicide—. She looked at the camera after reading all the information she had in her hands —. A sad loss for the world of Formula 1, we extend our condolences to the family of both... That's all for today, have a very good night.

I just wanted to rub my face against that chest, my God, how can a man like that exist and I don't have a single chance to kiss him? HOW COME?

silêncio, estou manifestando

Cof cof Carlos Sainz Jr ficando obcecado com uma brasileira mais nova, que tá na Espanha só pra facul, tudo vira império romano pra ele, o jeito que ela se veste, o sotaque que ela tem em espanhol, como ela dança, ela gemendo em português cof cof

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não ironicamente nós latinas salvaríamos a vida e a carreira deste homem pq iríamos ensinar ele a PARAR de ser um frouxo e dar um apavoro nesse pessoal do cavalinho pocotó 🔫💣💥

ai, mas sinceramente? um relacionamento entre o carlos e uma lobinha brasileira (self-projecting total aqui) seria muito babado!! primeiro porque, se estamos fanficando sobre carlos sainz jr na coleirinha, isso quer dizer que ele se torna o fã número um da namorada dele – mesmo que do jeitinho millennial dele de ser. penso muuuito que, de volta a era juninho velho testamento dele, carlos com certeza postaria fotos do date de vocês na hamburgueria dele no story (TCHAU fotos profissionais) inclusive, também repostaria as fotos que os fãs tiram de vocês dois durante as corridas, e se surgisse algum fã clube dedicado a você ou ao relacionamento de vocês, o carlos iria distribuir follow em todos 😭 e pior: se você filmasse algum tiktok, ele iria querer fazer parte, mais porque gosta de te irritar, mesmo. simplesmente entraria no meio do seu grwm, e ainda passaria bem na frente da câmera só pra te atazanar. old que ele seria o namorado irritante token <3 e haja paciência pra suportar o divo fazendo criancice perto de você

acho que ele chegaria até a te pedir pra gravar uns vídeos do tipo "apresentando comidas brasileiras pro meu namorado" e passaria a gravação inteira com um sorriso deeeeste tamanho, olhando pro seu rostinho com aqueles zoião dele. sinto muita pena das suas notificações porque o que você vai receber de solicitação pra te seguir não é brincadeira ☝️ mas podes ter certeza de que ele também amaria te apresentar mais da cultura da espanha. inclusive, acho que ficaria mais animado pra te mostrar as coisas mais bobinhas do dia-a-dia dele do que as mais extraordinárias. não leve a mal, carlos ama te levar pra cima e pra baixo (ooold que o que ele mais ama é te paparicar), mas nada consegue bater a felicidade de te apresentar um lugar importante da infância, ou te mostrar algumas memórias dos tempos de kart.

anyway, na minha cabeça ele seria SIM o fã número 1 da nossa diva brasileirinha <33

This part breaks my heart… Carlos didn’t deserved this, I’m so gutted for him.

He and we both deserved our 1-2

Carlos: just living

Me: 🥵🥵🥵🥵

stop thinking about it 🥵

Now we have a imagination how he probably sounds in bed 👀🤫

look the same 👀😅

just.. Carlos and his eyelashes 🥰

O. MY. GOD.

no words

😒🤨

🤪😐

Carlando backwards cap

thay're ready to play baseball

like Cullen's family

the same vibe