This is the only version of this trend I stand by. Everyone else talking about herders/spaniels/retrievers/bullies/etc was just talking about normal dog behaviour like it was singular to their breed type. This is truely a situation unique to terrier owners. This will happen to you if a terrier manifests in your home. Be warned
The only way I deal with the disappointment from this race is by turning to fic so I want to ask: how does girl!danny from your fic approach Carlos after this incident and how does Max take care of them? (if he does).
I actually had to think about this because lets be real, their post race vibes don’t really mesh at all
I’ll put it under a cut even though I don’t think I’m about to write a novella or anything
carlos is... angry, and a bit defeated, but also just spent the last hour and a half watching dan lose which (admittedly) makes him feel vindicated and petty.
dan is licking her wounds. there’s a bit of guilt for ruining carlos’ race. plus coming off the high of australia and going straight to this like... yeah. in some silly way she feels like the weather ties into it all.
and max. he just won, so. there’s that.
dan quickly runs off to ferrari to apologise (canon) and carlos just nods tightly and says thanks. the vibe is,,, not good. she’s sweaty and gross and still in her racesuit in comparison to carlos in team gear smelling like deodorant - the difference is glaring. she was steeling herself to get yelled at - ready to take it. tries not to think about the last time at red bull. but carlos is calm. measured. doesn’t offer anything else up.
she says she has to go, lando’s celebrations, you know? but, you can come by later, if you want to still
carlos does want to still.
they start without max. it’s ok, they agreed. as long as the intention is they will all be there eventually, it’s ok.
carlos wants to fuck her into the mattress. take from her what she took from him on the track. but he’s not really that kind of guy, deep down. at first he’s just doing what feels good for him, no foreplay, and not bothering to find the right angles for her. dan’s being good and playing her part, but it’s not really doing much for her - she’s just letting carlos do what he needs. she can do this for him.
dan can feel the moment the fight leaves him, he drags his hands up her sides tenderly and leans over her to blanket her body with his. she whispers that she’s sorry and carlos says I know, it’s okay. he wants to forget and feel good. he wants her to forget and feel good. carlos flips them and gets dan on top, coaxing her into taking what she wants now. he knows it wasn’t her fault. she didn’t do it on purpose, the weather, the line, and the bunching of the cars and they were just wrong place wrong time.
there’s a whrrrrr click of the keycard scanner and then max is in the room. high off the win, he sees what’s happening on the bed in front of him and immediately makes his way over. he’s only a little hurt they started without him (I won, pouts his inner teenager) but realises they had their own stuff to work through and is kind of glad he wasn’t around for that. just kneels up behind dan and kisses her neck and she grinds down on carlos. comes once max gets a hand on her and carlos isn’t far behind.
there was always a loose plan that max would get dp’d by them the next time he won (but that relied on both of them having good races of their own) so instead he just jerks himself off watching carlos and dan lie there panting together. catches his cum in his hand because it just feels..... not right to come on either of their bodies right now. almost like he’s rubbing it in.
carlos goes, mumbling something about charles is upset, I should go see him.
max has booked dinner at the pizza place, the one with the horrible zucchini pizza, but I will go because I love you.
and they go and eat horrible zucchini pizza (max says something about four and a half kilos) and when they get back to the hotel dan gives him a grand slam congratulations of her own.
hate when people try to intellectualize being into reality tv like blah blah society blah blah. no let’s be real you like to see generically hot people in situations
