𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖟𝖞 @oscarloscarr - Tumblr Blog

Piñon loves the outdoors. He loves chasing rabbits and rolling around in freshly-cut grass and the feeling of mud in between his paws.

But he especially loves Carlos.

Carlos has a very special job. He drives a car around in a circle. It is a very rigorous job-- one that requires a lot of training and devotion. Carlos travels around the world to drive a car in a circle. So he is not at home as much as Piñon would like.

But when Carlos is home, they make the most of it.

Carlos takes him on the most amazing hikes, over tall mountains and across valleys that seem to go on for miles. They swim together at the lake, and Carlos will jump with him into the clear, cool water. They go on Sunday drives, and Piñon will stick his head out the window the whole way there. Carlos is a very good driver. The very best.

When Piñon was small, he would fall asleep on Carlos’ tummy, lulled by the rise and fall of his breathing. Now, they cuddle up on the couch together. Piñon will put his head on Carlos’ lap, and Carlos will scratch his ears in the way only he knows how to.

Piñon loves when Carlos comes home.

#carcar

your f1 duos as romance tropes

carlando: sibling's bff, like to have fun, silly, uncoordinated chaos

landoscar: office romance, in their hardest moment bc of the championship (you'll get through it, maybe)

charlos: angst LOVERS, loves the drama, will think that both of them kiss and make up after every inconvenience on the track, loves beccalexa(?)

lestappen: basic childhood friends to lover, would think that they love eo since they were kids, don't like kelly/alexandra

gax: stuck together lol, those media conferences are your favourite bc both of them loves to talk about eo

galex: the REAL childhood friends to lovers!!! THE TAPE WHERE GEORGE FILMED ALEX?!?!? their gfs support them

carbono: friends. just friends. and coordinated chaos to annoy jv

yukierre: aloof couple, the whole grid, the whole f1 know they're in love other than themselves.

llisack (?): fake dating for dinner. and they might do it everyday

carcar: forced proximity!!!!!!!!!!!

#carlando #landoscar #charlos #lestappen #gax #galex #carbono #yukierre #carcar #bored af #f1 in three months #well

someone please make a hurt comfort when oscar is going out from the paddock alone but he meet team 55, and suddenly they brought him to eat dinner together ehhebd

#carcar

a regency carcar au where carlos is a count's son who was searching for a spouse but have never found one. let's say he is a really busy man and had a heartbreak when his "crush" married with another. until a new aristocat family (the piastri) raise above after the king gave them a baron title.

the piastri has four children, but only one was eligible to be presented to the society, and his name is oscar. oscar is a very independent person and loves to go to the market to buy new books and not new dresses (i want to see oscar with pastel orange dress omg).

carlos and oscar met for the first time at the sainz's ball, and ofc it was not the best first impression. after that, they always met at every social events, and with that they enjoy each other's company. oscar was opening up to carlos bc he thought that carlos was not that stupid and arrogant like the other, and carlos thought that oscar was not the stupid and had market knowledge.

but carlos was in a very bad situation with himself. his parents aka the count and the countess never targeted carlos to marry up or etc, and his sisters were already married and they also have children. but the reason carlos was still alone was because of the two year's earlier diamond of the season aka charles from the leclerc family married with lewis aka the duke who just lost his spouse (nico, im sorry) bc of childbirth :/ after that, carlos was not interested in finding a spouse.

oscar learned this fact from lando, the spouse of the viscount ricciardo, who is very nice and welcoming when he first came as an aristocrat. and with that fact, oscar had a mission to do.

okay that's it.

#carcar

so.. sebastian met his sons:

1. charles (his and lewis)

2. max (his and kimi)

3. oscar (his and mark, shared with fernando)

4. liam (his and jenson, dad was doing his last race so he couldn’t come)

and met his grandsons as well:

1. ollie (charles and carlos)

2. kimi (max and george)

yup, sebastian is the ultimate omega of f1.

janinaduszejko

For the first time in his life, Oscar has a friends with benefits situation going on and it’s fucking awesome. He doesn’t know why everybody doesn’t prefer it like this—sex on demand without any of the annoying parts. Or, well, Oscar corrects himself as Carlos’s alarm goes off at six thirty in the morning. Without some of the annoying parts.

Carlos slips out of his bed and rummages around his closet quietly. When Oscar cracks one of his eyes open he can just see Carlos leaving the bedroom in his running clothes, before sleep overtakes him once more. At seven, Oscar’s own alarm goes off and he ignores for thirty blissful minutes until he remembers he’s supposed to be at the gym with Artturi at eight.

“Fuck,” Oscar greets Carlos, who has just come back from his run and is operating his coffee machine while dripping with sweat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“And a good morning to you,” Carlos says, annoyingly chipper. “No coffee for you then?”

“Fuck you,” Oscar says, finally unearthing his shirt from the couch where Carlos tugged it off him last night. “Fuck, I’m so late.”

He has eleven minutes for the seven minute walk to his own apartment to get a change of clothes and then the eight minute walk to the gym, which means that if he doesn’t get breakfast and power walks he can probably avoid Artturi’s lecture on punctuality.

“Here,” Carlos says. “Catch.”

Oscar looks up just in time to avoid getting smacked in the face with a paper bag that, upon closer inspection, contains a croissant.

“Oh my god,” Oscar says, ripping it open and smelling fresh, French butter. “I love you.”

He bends down to put on his shoes and when he stands back up, Carlos is suddenly very close.

“Hey,” Carlos says, voice low. His big hand lands on Oscar’s face, curled around his cheek. In the back of Oscar’s mind, faint alarm bells are going off, but the sound gets muffled as Carlos kisses Oscar, his perfect mouth wet and eager against Oscar’s. When he leans back, Carlos's face is all creased up and content and the alarm bells start up again. “I love you too.”

“Uh,” Oscar says. The alarm bells fade and the PA system in his mind starts up. You fucking idiot. You fucking idiot. You fucking idiot.

“You’re late,” Carlos says and Oscar nods dumbly.

“I’m late,” Oscar says. Carlos is still smiling.

“Go,” Carlos says. “I will see you later.”

“Uh,” Oscar says again. And then he leaves. He arrives at the gym fourteen minutes late, the croissant still in the paper bag. Throughout Artturi’s lecture, only one word bounces around Oscar’s skull. Shit.

*****

“Ive been, uh,” Oscar says and Logan makes an encouraging noise on the other side of the line. “Sleeping with someone. Lately.”

“Congratulations,” Logan says and Oscar groans.

“No, I mean, the person I’ve been sleeping with, they, uh—” Oscar pinches the bridge of his nose. “I said something that could be, uh, misconstrued. And they, uh. They said I love you? But it’s like—it’s not like that. So now, uh—”

“Carlos?” Logan near-shouts and Oscar grimaces, moving the phone a safe distance away from his ear. “Carlos said I love you? To you?”

“Mate,” Oscar complains. “How’d you even know it was Carlos?”

“I've known you for more than a decade,” Logan says ominously. “But Jesus, mate. That’s—phew.”

“Oh, god,” Oscar groans. He’s in trouble. He’s in serious trouble.

“Maybe he doesn’t mean it,” Logan says. “He’s like—Spanish men are like—maybe it doesn’t mean the same?”

“Huh,” Oscar says. “No, you’re right, maybe it’s like—in Spanish, it could be like. Huh.”

That said,” Logan says. “You guys have been sleeping together for like, months, right? So maybe it is really—”

“No, you had it the first time, thanks, great talk,” Oscar says. And hangs up the phone.

You don’t even want to know about IMSA? Logan texts him and Oscar sighs, redials Logan’s number.

“Right,” Logan says. “Okay, but what if he does mean it, you guys are—”

Oscar hangs up again.

*****

If Oscar were a better person, he’d stop sleeping with Carlos while all of this is going on, but Carlos is the hottest person he’s ever seen naked and Oscar doesn’t think he’s an especially good person anyway, so he doesn’t. Carlos is flying back with Charles this evening and then going to Grove for three days, so they only have like ten minutes in between media and debrief to get off. They could just not get off and see each other in four days, but every time Oscar thinks about Carlos flying with Charles he thinks about the impromptu post-Baku road trip and gets a rabid urge to send Carlos onto the private jet with the taste of Oscar’s come still on the back of his tongue. Currently, Oscar’s biting the side of Carlos’s neck a little too hard while jerking him off and Carlos shudders, whimpers and comes. His jizz covers Oscar’s hand and Oscar thinks to himself don’t lick it off don’t lick it off don’t lick it off before wiping his hand on a stray shirt.

“I have to go,” Carlos says, not making any effort to extricate himself from Oscar’s grip and Oscar hums, watching with a shameful satisfaction as the skin of Carlos’s neck starts to bloom purple.

“Okay, I really have to go,” Carlos murmurs and Oscar lets Carlos escape his clutches. “See you—Thursday? We can have dinner if you—”

“Yeah,” Oscar says, so fast that he instinctually tacks on a cough at the end. “Sure, yeah, I can probably make time. I’ll move some things around.”

“I’m honoured,” Carlos says, annoyingly amused as he shrugs back into his race suit. “Okay, I have to run, love you.”

“Hurgh,” Oscar says, but Carlos is already gone.

*****

Teto knows Oscar’s sleeping with Carlos. He’s never said so, but he makes it clear with his eyes and his eyebrows and his mouth and his posture that not only does he know, he also disapproves. Therefore, as a rule, Oscar makes a point of not ever talking to Teto, but currently, Oscar’s reserve of Spanish people who can shine a light on Carlos’s behaviour consists of him and Fernando, so: Teto.

“Hi,” Oscar says. “How have you been?”

“Yes,” Teto says. “You should devote yourself to a life of celibacy. Good talk.”

“Not what I was going to ask,” Oscar says and Teto sighs.

“Then I am not interested,” he says.

“Look,” Oscar says. “I need your help. It’s about Carlos.”

Teto sighs again and finally turns to Oscar all the way. It’s kind of impressive, in how many ways he’s able to non-verbally express he wants Oscar to perish where he stands.

“It’s kind of—” Oscar says, wrinkling his nose. “This thing with Carlos is—I mean, it’s great, but—I think, maybe he’s—?”

“Right,” Teto says. “I really understand what he sees in you, now.”

“He told me he loved me,” Oscar blurts out. “And now it’s—”

“Oh,” Teto says. “Oh, I—oh.”

“Yeah,” Oscar says, wrinkling his nose. “So, like—I shouldn’t read into it, right? He’s just saying that because—”

“Oscar,” Teto says. His face does something Oscar has never seen before. It’s all soft and—oh god, it’s kindness. Teto is looking at Oscar with an expression of aching kindness. Something has gone deeply, irrevocably wrong. “Carlos is not someone who says things he does not mean.”

“Ah,” Oscar says, voice thin. “That’s—okay.”

“So don’t worry,” Teto says and Oscar says: “Wait, no—”

“If Carlos loves you, then, ah,” Teto sighs, shaking his head with a smile. “I must admit, I did think at first that, you two, not a good idea, yes? But now, maybe.”

“No,” Oscar says. “No, really, it’s—”

“We will play padel when we are back in Monaco,” Teto tells Oscar earnestly. “It is time we bond.”

“I’m not good at padel,” Oscar says weakly.

“I will teach you,” Teto pledges and if Oscar is anything, he’s a fucking coward, so he nods and watches Teto jog to Gigi and Caco with a sinking feeling in his stomach. His wallowing in self-pity gets interrupted by his phone vibrating and when he unlocks it, he sees it’s a calendar invite from Teto to play padel in the next off-week.

*****

Carlos and Oscar get dinner in Monaco that week and before he leaves for the restaurant, Oscar sternly tells his reflection he’s going to break up with Carlos. He’s still thinking about whether it’s the proper way to do it before they order or after they’ve had their mains when Carlos clears his throat, fidgeting with his menu.

“What are you doing over winter break?” Carlos asks and Oscar makes a vague gesture. He hasn’t made plans yet and—oh, if Carlos is going to ask him to spend some time together, that might actually be a perfect way for Oscar to bring up that they’re on wildly different levels about this thing between them.

“Do you maybe,” Carlos doesn’t look at Oscar, but at a point somewhere behind his left ear. “You could come. To Madrid.”

“Madrid,” Oscar says. “Right, actually—”

“To meet my family,” Carlos finishes in a wild rush and whatever Oscar was going to say gets tangled up with his tongue.

“I—what?” Oscar says. “Your—your family?”

“It is a little soon,” Carlos says immediately and Oscar takes a desperate gulp of water to avoid saying anything because—what? What?

“It’s, uh—” Oscar finally manages. Dribbles of water run down his chin.

“It is too soon, sorry, I should not have—” Carlos’s shoulders rise, rise, rise and Oscar wants to reach out, stupid, push them down. “Forget it.”

“I, uh,” Oscar says. “Think, if I’m going to Australia, maybe? And then training camp. And sponsor things, so. Planning-wise, it might be, uh. Complex.”

“No, really,” Carlos says, molding his facial expression into something he obviously means to be reassuring, but comes across as watery. “It is too soon. I should not have asked.”

“It’s just—” Oscar says, even though he doesn’t know how to finish that sentence. “It’s not—”

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow,” Carlos says, decisively closing his menu. “I made you feel awkward and now I feel a little silly, so. Tomorrow, we try again, yes?”

Oscar can’t tell him now. Carlos is smiling bravely at Oscar, knocking their knees together under the table. He can’t tell Carlos now, not when Carlos is already—when Oscar has already—

“Tomorrow,” Oscar says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

That night, Oscar stares at the ceiling and every time he closes his eyes, he can see Carlos’s fragile expression stamped into the back of his eyelids.

*****

The next afternoon, just before he’s about to leave for dinner 2.0, Oscar does what he should have done ages ago. He calls Mark.

“I’ve been sleeping with another driver,” Oscar says, in lieu of greeting. “And he’s in love with me.”

The sound Mark makes is like a revving engine. Patiently, Oscar lets him work through several combustion cycles, until Mark finally takes a deep breath.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Mark shouts. “I’m genuinely, honestly asking. Are you?”

“I’ve been a little stupid,” Oscar acquiesces. “Can you tell me to break up with him?”

“You have to break up now,” Mark says. “Now. Yesterday. You need to go back in time and make sure you break up before you even get together. You can’t let anything distract you from your driving. Jesus Christ, Oscar.”

“Okay,” Oscar says and then scrunches up his nose. “Okay, but, we’ve been hooking up since the start of the season and I’ve been driving well all year, so, it’s not really been—”

“Oh no,” Mark says. “No, no, no. You’re not starting this shit with me.”

“And, like,” Oscar says. “It’s been nice, really. To have something that’s not, like—coming home and only thinking about driving.”

“Break up,” Mark shouts. “Break up now!”

“Max has a relationship, and kids,” Oscar says. “Seb too. So, really, is it a distraction, or—”

Oscar realises, all at once, he doesn’t want to break up with Carlos. In fact, he wants to do the opposite of breaking up with Carlos. He wants to spend time with hateful Teto and go to Madrid and meet scary Sainz Sr. and Carlos’s sisters and his mum’s crusty little dogs. He wants to go to Carlos’s apartment and sit on his couch and not talk to Carlos while they both scroll their phones, pausing periodically to show each other stupid emails and dumb memes. He wants to tell Carlos that—oh, God. Okay. Okay.

“Thank you,” Oscar says. “This was a good talk, really.”

“I’m booking a plane ticket,” Mark says. “Don’t fucking move, I’m coming to Monaco.”

“Bye,” Oscar says, and hangs up the phone. He arrives at the restaurant twenty minutes early and keeps craning his neck around to see if Carlos walks in. When he finally does and Oscar spots him in the doorway, he feels like a dog finally seeing his owner come home. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging so much it’d give him a hernia.

“Okay,” Carlos says. “Do-over, I am not going to ask you again to—”

“I love you,” Oscar says, too loud and too fast and Carlos raises an eyebrow.

“I know that,” he says and of course. It’s really fucking typical that Carlos knew before Oscar. Carlos folds up his jacket and sits down across from Oscar, opening his menu. “Do you already know what you want to order?”

“No,” Oscar says, deliriously happy. “What are today’s specials?”

inspired heavily by this perfect teen wolf fic

#rip mark #oscar loves carlos #we know it

rocherfederer

pinterest sent me a notif with these two pics side by side captioned "you might like it" and i genuinely dont know what to say

#cmbyn vibes #fedal

versains

carlos sainz in singapore 2025

#fom need new leader #those overtake #so beautiful #and carlos is a beauty #carlos sainz

carlitosalcaritos

Which is the best bromance, why, and how are they different- Fedal vs Novandy vs Sincaraz? What are your thoughts?

This is an excellent question and one I will do my best to which to do justice.

For me, it has to be the OG - Fedal. The concept of two rivals at the top of an individual sport, where every tournament is essentially a chance to 'get one over' the other, being so clearly friendly, courteous, and respectful with each other is mind-boggling to me. The fact that they have maintained their relationship after their retirements is proof of the genuine fondness they had for one another throughout their careers and I don't think there was really ever a time that Federer didn't respect Nadal unlike the other members of the Big 4. If I may pick out a moment that stood out to me, the first is the infamous holding hands picture from Roger's retirement. Someone said at the time could you imagine Messi and Ronaldo doing this at one of their retirements, and honestly, no, I couldn't. It was such a beautiful display of healthy masculinity and I think it sums up their relationship - two people, who have spent their adult lives trying to beat one another, sharing such an emotional moment together.

The Novandy relationship really intrigues me. Two guys who were born a week apart, making their way up the rankings at the same time and ending up playing for so many big titles is just so poetic. They were close in their early days and, as Novak surged ahead of Andy, so much of that relationship disappeared. It is fascinating for me to see the rollercoaster ride of their relationship - from infamously playing doubles together to Novak beating Andy at the Australian Open so many times to Andy finally getting over the line at US Open to Novak dominating while Andy was struggling with injury to Novak hiring Andy as a coach. There must be so many complex emotions in that relatisonship. I don't know if they'll remain close after Novak retires - then again, I never expected Novak to hire Andy as a coach and I hope that brought them back closer again.

So far, I am enjoying seeing Sincaraz develop as they grow as players and their rivalry continues. I was a bit too young and not interested in tennis during the Fedal dominance heyday so I am enjoying seeing it in real time. I love how Carlos and Jannik clearly have so much respect for one another, and how fondly they talk about meeting each other for the first time. There are so many parallels with Fedal it's crazy. What intrigues me is how their relationship will develop - if Carlos becomes the dominant force in the rivalry, will they drift apart like Novak and Andy? Or will they continue to gain respect for one another and have a deep connection like Roger and Rafa? Regardless, both Carlos and Jannik clearly like one another and I hope it continues - it is so refreshing to see two guys at the pinnacle of their sport care about each other and wanting the other to succeed.

oscarloscarr

fedal is so lovely, ooey-gooey, full of heart eyes. while novandy is heart crushing bc novak crushed andy's dream in ao, but their first time in public as a team was ao.

i hope sincaraz could end up as friends after their rivalry just like their predecessors🫶

#fedal final boss #but #novandy live in my head #rent free #sincaraz are babies

raddocanu

look at him go !

#my little skunk #carlitos u cutie

schumi-nadal

Another video for their romantic vacation the Ryder Cup 👀

#the song choice #is so millenial #or 2010ish #oh that's their pick rivalry time #fedal

logically speaking, iga is the perfect daughter for fedal because her routines are almost as intense as rafa (running around with those big earphones?? thank god she doesn't arrange water bottles) + sponsored by ON aka a company where roger has SOME stocks up there😀 that's the daughter y'all👊

#fedal daughter #iga is rafa in a lady font #that uso is the beginning #fedal #iga swiatek

blackbat05

Fedal walked so that Sincaraz could fly

#fedal flew so sincaraz could walk

im trying to make a fedal/novandy au but LORD i am too perfectionist to do the lore😫

#fedal #novandy #ruudtek ara rafa's #longing and yearning are the keys #its an abo #and you guess what else #potential carlos/jannik/jack appearances #oh and slice of life #not pro tennis players

fritzes

FIRST ROGER'S LOVE LETTER TO RAFA NOW THIS 😭😭😭😭 OLD MEN TENNIS YAOI GOES CRAZY it all goes back to the big 4

it would be really funny if for the whole offseason and next season we have fedal and novandy trying to one-up each other in who can be more overtly gay

fedal

real. to me

#fedal #novandy #draperaz #idk that exist #oh god i need a fic ab this #help

body so tea a swiss is coming

(he did come to his island)

#fedal #body so tea #young rafa #i get it roger

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