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this is so endearing...
You can tell he has both the papaya cats wrapped around his finger
most people are still not getting that most of us enjoy carcar because of the wretched vibes, the snarky call outs, the back and forth of whatever beef/not beef they have going on
MAGNETS IS CARCAR'S SONG
trying to collect some pop songs that match carcar, do you have any recs?
boy do i ever
gorgeous by taylor swift
you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong
red wine supernova by chappell roan
fell in love with the thought of you. now i'm choked up, face down, burnt out
greek god by conan gray
i don't mind when you play with my head. i flip it around, play with yours instead
boyfriend by dove cameron
up all night, i won't quit. i'm gonna steal you from him
magnets by niki
either way, you have me at my wit's end. guess what i'm trying to say is - i'd rather die than be friends
PLEASE I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF RE-READING YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME CARCAR😭😭😭 AO3 PLEASE COMEBACKK😭😭😭
carcar x princess diaries 2
wdym this is not carcar?
For the prompt meme, sorry I really want to send you "all of them" for carcar, but containing myself as much as possible: 11, 37, 38, 40 - whichever sparks joy 😌
omg thank you anon, i am going for #11: hiding from pursuers [1.2k; notting hill au] put that guy in a situation prompts
It’s teeming down rain. The perfect kind of weather for curling up with a good book, but not so much for strolling down high street popping in and out of shops, which means Oscar hasn't seen a single customer all afternoon. He doesn’t mind the quiet, but hopes and dreams can’t pay the bills. It would be nice to actually sell a few books before Oscar has to resort to desperate measures, like selling novelty socks or adding whatever’s trending on booktok to his inventory.
Oscar shudders and flips the page in his book.
He’s only read a few pages when the door bangs open, the bell above it jangling as someone stumbles inside, bringing buckets of water with them. It’s to be expected with the weather, but what’s not expected is the way they shake their arms off, flinging water everywhere like a dog running from the bath.
“Do you mind?” Oscar says loudly. “Those aren’t waterproof, you know.”
The man looks up, eyes wide as he takes in his surroundings. “Sorry,” he says, wiping wet hands down his soaking t-shirt, white cotton gone translucent from the rain. He looks back over his shoulder, peering out the window. “I didn’t mean to – do you mind if I wait here for a moment?”
“If you’re planning to wait out the rain, it’ll be a long moment,” Oscar says. Destruction of property aside, the man can stay as long as he likes. His wet shirt clings to his frankly outrageous figure, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, his dark hair hangs over his forehead, dripping down the dramatic slope of his nose. Oscar won’t remember a single word he reads for as long as this man is in his shop.
The man ducks away from the door as a few shadowy figures rush past outside, hurrying closer to the counter. “It’s not the rain,” he says. “It’s, um…”
Oscar closes his book, frowning. “It’s what?” he asks suspiciously. The man’s jeans are as soaked as the rest of him, hanging low on his hips. If he’s stolen anything, it would have to be quite small to fit in any of his pockets.
The man grimaces, a “what can you do?” sort of expression. “Fans,” he says, brushing his hair off of his face only for it to swing back down a second later.
Oscar takes another look at him. He’s handsome, but not in a way that’s immediately familiar. “Are you in movies or something?”
“Ah, no.” A little smile appears on his face, too crooked to be a movie star’s. “You don’t follow football at all, do you?”
“More of a cricket man,” Oscar says, unable to keep himself from glancing at the man’s body again. An athlete – with all those abs, he should’ve guessed. “Are you any good, then?”
He ducks his head. “The team are doing well this season,” he says. It’s such a canned answer, as though Oscar’s a reporter at the side of the practice pitch. The man folds his arms over his stomach, pinching the fabric of his t-shirt between his fingers. A small puddle has started growing at his feet.
Oscar slides off the stool, abruptly coming to his senses. There’s a tiny break room in back with a kettle for tea and a spare jumper for days when the shop is particularly drafty. “Let me get you a towel,” he says, almost certain there are no actual towels in his shop. At best there might be a tea towel, but even that is better than nothing. “D’you want some tea?”
The man wrinkles his nose. “No. Thank you,” he tacks on, trailing after Oscar towards the back of the shop.
Oscar was right about the tea towel. “Best I can do, I’m afraid,” he says, offering a faded floral tea towel and a knitted jumper left behind by the previous owner of this shop to the professional footballer dripping rainwater perilously close to the travel guide section.
He takes the towel first, wiping it over his face and then his hair, leaving it standing up in a dozen dark spikes. The disorder somehow suits him. Still Oscar’s fingers itch to brush the strands back into place, until the guy grasps the bottom of his shirt and whips it over his head with the casual disinterest of a man who knows exactly how good his body looks.
He holds his empty hand out, and it takes Oscar an embarrassingly long moment to realize he’s waiting for the sweater.
Oscar passes it over and turns away in an attempt to salvage what’s left of his dignity. He doesn’t know what’s come over him. Up until ten minutes ago, Oscar would have said jocks aren’t his type. His ex was smaller than him, lanky and lazy and prone to playing video games ten hours a day. Oscar had been attracted to him, but they’d also toppled over in a laughing heap whenever Lando tried to lift him. This guy could throw Oscar over his shoulder and take off down the street without breaking a sweat.
The man clears his throat. “Thank you,” he says.
“Not a problem,” Oscar says, turning back around. It’s no surprise that he should look so good in a lumpy sweater of indeterminate color and origin. “Wish I could offer you a pair of glasses, no one would recognize you.”
The crooked smile makes a triumphant return. Oscar considers strangling himself with the tea towel, just to save himself any further embarrassment. “The dry clothes are more than enough,” he says. “I had to leave in a hurry.”
He must be quite famous, Oscar thinks, to be chased through the rain by a mass of fans. “Well,” Oscar says, gesturing at the empty shop. “Feel free to stay as long as you’d like. As you can see, we’re not very busy.” Oscar turns away and hurries towards the front of the shop, keen to hide his face behind his book. “Let me know if I can help you with anything,” he calls over his shoulder, the same as he does with all his customers. Few people ever take him up on it. Customers in a bookshop are mostly content to wander in silence.
“Is this your shop?”
Oscar looks up, surprised to find the man has followed him. “Yes,” Oscar says.
He shifts his jaw, giving Oscar a considering look. “You are Bertram?”
“God, no,” Oscar laughs. Oscar had started off working in Bertram's Books part-time in uni, and when Bertram retired a few years ago, he’d signed the shop over to Oscar. “He was the original owner of this place. I’m Oscar.”
“Oscar,” the man repeats slowly, holding his hand out over the counter. It’s warm when Oscar takes it, a pleasant strength in his grip. “I’m Carlos. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Oscar says, quickly pulling his hand back when he realizes he’s gone on shaking Carlos’s hand for far longer than is normal.
Carlos looks around the shop again, then turns back to Oscar with a smile. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve read anything for fun,” he says. “What would you recommend?”
renault carlos was a twink.
Do you have any sebson recommendations appart from solar flare (which I loved and made me fall in love with this ship)?
hiii anon! i just curated some sebson + webbonso fics that i likeeee yo can check it here:
thank you for the questionnn <3
You can’t just say this and not give fic recs😭
https://www.tumblr.com/oscarloscarr/762774396754657280/f1-ships-that-have-the-best-author-is-around
I'M SORRYY ANONN :")) but here are some Sebson and Webbonso fics from ao3 that I have read and I LOVE <3
Written In The Stars series by Tianvette : https://archiveofourown.org/series/1818706 LOML SOLAR FLARE, the most perfectly written fics I have ever read (and I have been reading fic since 10 years ago?)
another version of me by boredorphan : https://archiveofourown.org/works/57898513 this is so sweet because oscar as mark's son, and fernando is there being fernando (i don't want to spoil the plot)
repeat by boredorphan : https://archiveofourown.org/works/52492912 i love it so much because i love f1 drivers with corporate background HAHA it felt like a slice of life + romcom
gossip girl by limabima : https://archiveofourown.org/works/50959876 F1 X GOSSIP GIRL??!! WHAT CAN YOU SAY? IM JUST A GIRL
Baby's First Apology by Tianvette : https://archiveofourown.org/works/46695679 ICONIC after solar flare, love it (18+++)
What are the odds by MsMirrorball21 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/46980796 this is so sweet, i love it so muchhh
Supernove by Tianvette : https://archiveofourown.org/works/40607403 BEST CHAPTER FICS AFTER SOLAR FLARE I LOVE IT
You Don't Remember Me by FormulaFerrari : https://archiveofourown.org/works/1140595 BEST WEBBONSO EVER (for me, this is my solar flare of webbonso) but tbh so much angst, but love it
Lonely This Christmas by SeafoamPearl : https://archiveofourown.org/works/43374037 webbonso and christmas could never go wrong!
The Sexy Accent Chalenge by SeafoamPearl : https://archiveofourown.org/works/49664959 webbonso and sebson in one place, im crashing when i read it at the first time
On The Subject Of Soulmarks by theianator : https://archiveofourown.org/works/7613863 it is simple but i love the idea of soulmarks
Summer Clementine by MsMirrorball21 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/46187125 one of the first sebson fics that i've read! love it <3
You Were There (please, say something love) by MsMirrorball21 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/44232736 one of the first sebson and webbonso i have read <3
When They Came And Took You In The Night by FormulaFerrari : https://archiveofourown.org/works/2689307 spy webbonso and sebson
Not How We Wanted, But What We Need by redpandabear : https://archiveofourown.org/works/53589154 SHAMLESSLY RECOMMENDING MY OWN FIC HEHEHE
so there are some my favorite sebson and webbonso fics! thanks for the question anon <3
curated by oscarloscarr!
i have never read a versainz fics/au :p any recommendation?
papa sainz is also appendix-less🫣
The no-appendix gang is here!!!! ft papa Sainz
c: itskizara
charlos will be the 'don't look back in anger' core in Abu Dhabi this year. their divorce will be the biggest heartbreak for me, and I'm not even a big charlos girl. it feels like I'm in the charlos marriage, and i'm on the brink of divorcing my husband. i'm depressed. AND THEY ARE EACH OTHER LONGEST TEAMMATE IN F1.
*the hugs feel like it can be their last hug as teammates, it hurts😿
carlos corporate!guy x oscar f1!driver
thinking about corporate man carlos who casually has a paddock ticket because of his friends (lando/charles/max). carlos had to pick either mclaren/ferrari/redbull facility each time he could watch the race. and when he chooses mclaren after 3 times at ferrari and 5 times at redbull, carlos bumps into the younger driver of the team, aka mr. oscar piastri.
awkward and very cold, but after one time at the mclaren facility, carlos somehow got oscar's phone number.
there's where all it started✨️
*oscar has already noticed on carlos after 4 races as a rookie, and lando being lando, of course he cried to oscar about how his friend doesn't want to stay at mclaren paddock. but in his second year as a driver, the handsome man stayed at the papaya garage and asked for his phone number. the waiting is worth it🤭 and carlos is wearing either his button-up baby blue shirts (sometimes he came straight from his offline/online meetings, and for once it's pink) or his polo shirts.
f1 x olympics fic where they first meet in the village but miss seeing each other at the closing ceremony, followed by stalking each other on social media/keeping tangentially in touch in the hopes that they'll see each other again in 2028
I think carcar is a rare pair that very recently broke containment. But oh god it's so good. I started shipping them as a joke but I don't think it's a joke anymore....
Att. the same person who asked in the first place
anon i have some terrible news for you
every day I re read carcar fic
sebson alive and i was sleeping and now im on the way to do my stuffs in the morning.
HOW IS THIS REAL😭😭😭
(now i need jenson to go to james vowles and learn 'HOW TO SEDUCE A DRIVER 101' because i need seb racing again. and ik jenson wants seb too)
us
sky sports said happy first anniversary to carcar for all who celebrate btw
something something about these pics
'i wish you'd talk'
a carcar short au✨️ written hastily😓 (inspired by 'talk talk' by charlie xcx)
“Your Hungarian Grand Prix Winner, Oscar Piastri! Give a big applause and raise your glass for him, everyone!” the DJ from the booth speaks his name, and Oscar just smiles at the crowd who cheered.
The club is crowded, and Lando is gone probably searching for something (or someone). George and Alex are probably talking about Fernando, who was throwing a tantrum because the FIA guessed him as Brad Pitt, while Charles and Pierre are talking about the Olympics (they are curious to swim at the Seine).
And then there is this guy, who looks so good. Wearing his baby blue linen shirt, hair flipped like it came out from the salon, and face sculpted like Greek Gods. Ferrari does have the best-looking driver line-up.
“Enjoying your view, Oscar?” he said and rolled his ‘R’.
Well, of course. “Nope, you covered my view.”
The man chuckled and took a sip from his glass, “Sorry for that,” and he leaned back to the sofa.
“I was just kidding, Carlos. Just sit like you were,” the younger turned to him.
Oscar instantly regretted that he turned to Carlos because now he looked right into Carlos’ eyes. Beautiful eyes.
For the past few months, both of them have been spending some time together. After the Miami Grand Prix (where all collided), it’s either Carlos going to the McLaren accommodation or meeting at a local restaurant where nobody recognized them while eating delicacies and talking. It’s only both of them, and they found some similarities between them (both have the same race engineer at McLaren, little white dogs, used to drive for Arden) and then so many differences (too much, but they agreed on some discussions).
Carlos is not complicated, he thought. But Carlos has so many layers like cakes. And Oscar finds it very comforting because Carlos has nothing to hide other than his burger restaurant in Madrid.
“Okay, campeón,” Carlos moves closer to Oscar. It felt so right.
When the night gets much darker and slowly turns to dawn, Oscar gets drunker and drunker because Pierre has secretly bought so many kinds of alcohol.
“Carlos,” he nudges Carlos’ shoulder.
“Yes, Oscar?”
“Can we go home?” his eyes begged because Oscar was knackered.
Carlos nodded, “Let’s go,” he helped Oscar to get up and held his waist to stabilize the younger.
Charles looks confused at his teammate, and Carlos just looks at him. “Gotta give him a lift, I’m not drunk.”
The man nodded, “Yes, please. We don’t even know where’s Lando or George. I’ll be with Pierre.”
“Okay, I’ll get going,” said Carlos while Oscar was deep in his sleep on Carlos’ neck.
“Be safe, and don’t–
“I’ll be on the speed limit, Charles,” he smiles at his teammate and walks to the exit.
While waiting for the car, Oscar is sniffing Carlos like he is trying to know what is the smell. “Kid, you’re not a dog,” Carlos chuckled.
“You smelled like rich people, Carlos,” he mumbled. Oscar is rich from his Formula 1 paycheck, but he doesn't smell like Carlos.
“Thanks,” the car arrived and Carlos helped Oscar to get into the passenger seat of his red Ferrari, and he even made Oscar wear the seatbelt.
Throughout the journey, Oscar is only mumbling, and Carlos blames it on Pierre and his choice of alcohol.
“Carlos?”
“Yes, Oscar?”
“I wish you’d talk,”
“Talk about what?”
“Talk to me,”
“About what?”
“Wish you’d just talk to me,”
“Oscar, you’re drunk–
“Talk to me in Spanish, talk to me, just talk, Carlos.”
If Carlos doesn’t remember that they’re on the road somewhere, he probably instantly breaks.
“Just talk to me, Carlos,” Oscar keeps mumbling from his sleep, but somehow he finds Carlos’ thigh and rests his hand there.
Carlos is trying to focus on the road, but he replies nervously, “Sí, sí. ¿De qué quieres hablar, mi pequeño koala?”
He only sighed and fell deep in his sleep, looking like a kid.
And yes, Carlos held Oscar's hand that was still on his thigh. Tightly.
mark: what do i feed it….?
smh at everyone saying carlos is delaying his team choice too long. you fools, you have not experienced a true silly season. in years gone by silly season wouldn't even start until august, and there would be many native birds and butterflies. global warming caused by an increased use of ferraris, aston martins and mclarens has brought silly season earlier and earlier, with this year's season beginning in february. carlos is not being slow, he is simply respecting the natural ecosystem as it would be, unmarred by overzealous team principles and managers. he is in the process of reforestation and we should be grateful for the environmental work he is doing
summer break idea?
jenson button's a 365 party girl but you already knew that
(apr 6, 2001) happy oscar day 🐨🐰🐱
✨️JULY 30 IS CARCAR'S ANNIVERSARY✨️
so im sleepy, but somehow, my brain is thinking about this✨️✨️✨️
this happens before the adoption, carcar happened in spa 2023!!
forgot not everyone is on tumblr and sees the appeal of carcar
Don't ask me why but I'm pretty bad at drawing faces, and I prefer drawing animals.
This is the best carcar I could do 🥹
carcar podium. carcar lovers this race was for you. nothing could stop them, not even their teammates