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I started this as an rpf summer camp post and then never finished it but these are the first pictures I ever downloaded of each of the motorsports guys I'm currently most into! I think a really telling collection psychologically lol. I love a kind sweet smiling man!! except with carlos who should always be wet and suffering.

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little carlos graphic for @f1gc for may (I am late) with @mistofthevalley whose awesome graphic with the same picture is here!

I have been having so much fun thinking and talking with @bighoneyenergy about cartrek extended universe for the last like three weeks so a little spacey, vaguely carcar thing 🙂

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even carlos is doing rpf summer camp!

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little carcar true detective ish au but nothing happens it's just about carlos' hair

There's a week between their old repainted squad car getting wrecked and the department getting them a new one, where Carlos lets Oscar drive.

Well, lets is strong. Whines for a whole eight hour office day about using his fuck off fancy Ferrari for work, how it'll get messed with if they go to a bad neighborhood, how Oscar will spill coffee in it -- like Oscar doesn't know he lets his little dog ride in the front seat all the time so she can stick her head out the window and shed white fur all over -- Until finally Oscar tells him "We can take my car, just shut up."

It's still a little battle the next morning, Carlos acting like he thinks Oscar's going to give him the keys. And then when they do get on the road, Carlos spends the whole time being as annoying as possible, like a little kid who doesn't want to be on a road trip. Rolling his window down just enough to make the air chop in and out all rough and ear-popping, locking and unlocking the doors, turning the air conditioning all the way up for three minutes, then all the way down. Watching Oscar sideways like he doesn't trust him to know how to steer or something.

"Fucking," Oscar says, after twenty minutes that feel like an hour, the heavy itchy feel of Carlos' eyes on him. He reaches into the back seat, swerves around the empty two lane a little as he one handed fumbles a folder out of his bag, smacks it down on Carlos' lap. "Be useful, read this."

The thing about Carlos -- the reason, Oscar thinks, why everyone else in the department said he was impossible to work with, but Oscar's done mostly fine -- is he's good at taking instructions. He'll be snotty a little -- Read this said back in a horrible impression of Oscar's accent -- but then he opens up the folder and just does it, his low steady voice, his finger trailing down the rap sheet in his lap, the transcript of a testimony from a trial a few years ago that ended up getting dismissed.

It's kind of fine, when it's like this. Everything they drive past kudzu green and bright, the car a tight container around them.

Carlos is, like, not the worst partner Oscar's had. He's a good detective, focused. Oscar trusts that Carlos has him when it matters; with James or with suspects or in a fight.

He talks things through endlessly, every little detail and data point, in a way that makes it easy for Oscar to be quiet and think past the crime scenes and photos from old case files, to the answer.

Or, an answer: they're on week five of the same case, have had what feels like breakthrough after breakthrough, and still they're basically nowhere.

Carlos' voice stops, the low, rubbing feeling of his accent gone. He turns the air conditioning back on.

"Which animated character would you want to be?" he asks, so sudden and strange Oscar turns away from the empty road to stare sideways at him.

Carlos isn't even looking at him. Has his head turned toward the passenger window. He's holding the file loosely in his lap. His sleeves are rolled up. Oscar notices, not for the first time, that it's a shaved arms week.

The car veers onto the rumble strips, loud, and Oscar turns away.

"What is this, our first date?" Oscar asks, casual.

It's a mean thing to say. Carlos gets so fucking twitchy about this stuff -- the other guys at the station making gay jokes or the one time they were talking to a couple prostitutes, trying to track down someone who knew their victim, and the guy touched Carlos' arm and said he had beautiful hair.

But he can't help it. If Carlos is going to look like that and shave his arms but only half the time and ask Oscar questions that are, like, designed to make him feel stupid and young, then Oscar can try to embarrass him a little, too.

"No," Carlos says, slow and drawn out like what a stupid thing to say. "I think our first date would be a long time ago, anyway. I just thought it was a good question."

He's good at acting bitchy and untouched, but under his thumb, the corner of a page of old yellowy paper is rolled into a tight, creased little coil.

"I don't know, Carlos," Oscar says, faux polite in a way Carlos hates. "Who would you be?"

They're a mile further down the road before he answers, head back toward the window again, the literal last thing Oscar would've ever guessed he'd say. "Timon from The Lion King."

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The week feels fucking long. Part all the driving he's not used to doing, part Carlos' weird mood, the way he's constantly looking over at Oscar now that he doesn't have to focus on the road all the time.

Partially, Oscar can be honest with himself, especially under the hot pounding water of his shower Friday night, the smooth, tan skin or Carlos' forearms.

Wednesday night, in the office together late, takeout from hours ago still sitting on their desks between files, fresh coffee brewing, Carlos undid the top two buttons on his shirt.

It wasn't like it was the first time Oscar'd seen that little bit of his chest, the base of his thick neck. But, well. It was the first time he'd seen it during a shaved arms week, and the first time he realized, with gun shot, lightning bolt intensity, that meant shaved chest, too.

Oscar, theoretically, doesn't have, like, a thing for hairy guys, or for hairless guys. His one boyfriend had a body pretty much exactly like Oscar's, sparse, light blonde hair on his arms and a little on his chest; nothing Oscar really ever thought about either way.

The Carlos thing is like, the contrast. Or, well. The Carlos thing is that it's Carlos, probably.

Before they were partners, before Oscar'd really ever talked to him even, when he'd come into the station as a rookie and Carlos was just wrapping up a big case, leading a bunch of debriefs Oscar sat in on, Oscar had been a couple months post breakup, in a new town where he knew no one, and had chosen Carlos as a safe, normal work crush.

Back then, when he jerked off about him, it'd been, like, more creative. Drawn out Sunday mornings thinking about Carlos undercover as a stripper, Oscar meeting him at a gay bar instead of at work, Carlos getting promoted and bending Oscar over his desk during a performance review.

Now that Oscar knows him and sits at a desk straight across from him and spends most of his week in a car with him, it's more just desperate. Hand moving on his dick as hard and quick as he can and hips still jerking into it to try to get more sensation, faster. No more drawn out little stories, and instead now just very vivid, very specific images: Carlos' big plush mouth sucking at the top of a water bottle; his hand splayed on Oscar's desk as he leaned over to point at something in a file; the curve of his ass in his expensive tailored pants as he bent down to pick up his keys once when they fell out of his pocket. The idea that maybe if he shaves his chest he shaves everything; or maybe he doesn't.

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I'm not putting it on hate-leah because everyone needs to hear it lol. we all need to do our part to destroy the idea that lando norris is the world's number one bravest representative of mental illness. it would also be cool if through idk critical thinking one could realize that someone can say sometimes I get stressed ☹️☹️ and still be a bad person. for example if they were a big ****** ***** fan and idk **********. but I mean these are future goals I think and what we really all need to do right now is just focus on one message. which is that lando norris has nothing to do with mental illness or mental health as a concept. please. understand this.

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I've only watched a few f1 races this year but I am watching the jack doohan post race show almost every race weekend lol. it's one hour of a beautiful man with a gentle voice saying things. it's a lens through which almost every driver is tolerable or even interesting to me. look how big oscar looks next to jack doohan somehow. wow esteban touched jack doohan's neck and said jack doohan must be so tired because he's working so much. the official race commentators need a lesson from jack doohan on giving interesting unbiased commentary. jack doohan's hair. his hair.

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yeah why was my first thought when seeing that video max singing to daniel on their wedding night or during their first dance

omg 🥹🥲 what a perfect thought!!

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omegaverse chef au…. max is in pre-heat and miserable when he’s first at daniel’s restaurant and daniel offers to help him with it even though it’s inappropriate and max obviously says yes! then max comes to see daniel for all of his heats. except they seem to happen a Lot? (max like inducing his heats somehow to have an excuse to see daniel) they have so much crazy heat sex and daniel makes max elaborate meals ~for his strength. and then once max shows up and daniel’s in rut (the sick interlude) and they have even crazier sex and end up bonded 💕👩‍🍳

oh my gosh..... tumblr choosing at random what asks to show me in notifications and in my ask box. thank you for sending this I'm just seeing it and omg!!!

max inducing his heats omg what a concept. I feel like it should be something to do with like food or eating. it's some weird thing he read about on like a fertility subreddit. if you eat a bunch of mangos or something your cycle will change lol. who knows. omega biology 💁‍♀️🥭

and daniel would just not question it because it means he gets to see max more. obviously he would be happy to see him without max being in heat but that's not how it is with them and obviously he gets that...

gosh and like. maybe before whenever max has had someone help him through heat and when he's done heats on his own it's always like, room temperature water bottles and gross dense protein bars by the side of the bed that get him through. he brings a box of them to daniel's apartment the first time but daniel is like come on no I'm not letting you eat that. and so when he's like mostly sated for a while daniel will make him get out of bed and lay on the couch in daniel open plan kitchen / living room so they can still be close enough to see and scent each other while daniel cooks. max never realized heat could be so. domestic. could be not just about sex but like--being taken care of.

and daniels menus start being like, all these things that are like stereotypical heat foods. like it's noticable. idk the omegaverse versions of like really common pregnancy cravings. everyone is like what is happening lol.

also like Daniel knowing max is sometimes flying like halfway across the world to make it to Daniel's little town in Italy so he's there when his heat hits. wants to offer to just--to go whenever max is, to just be there on hand, ready to fuck him and feed him. but that's. obviously pathetic. he has to talk himself out of it every time max leaves.

and then YES the sex when max is in heat and daniel's in rut... which is like a super rare thing that usually only happens to like mated couples whose cycles have lined up after they've been together for years and years. it's so crazy hot and possessive and they DO just eat protein bars because it's too intense and exhausting to do anything else and Daniel like will barely let max out of bed he's feeling so insane. biting him and coming in him over and over and scenting him and knotting him and promising him all these things he'll cook for him after. to help make it take--make max pregnant.

and then yes when they both like come out of it and they're bonded and daniel feels so guilty and gross. like he's trapping max there with him. but then max isn't trapped--he has a race that weekend and he leaves, and that's almost even worse.

and then eventual happy ending! :)