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cahmilo · 2 years

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Sour Grapes

pairing: carlos madrigal x female reader genre: light angst word count: 2725 tags: songfic, one-sided pov, developing relationship, conflicted reader, panic attacks, hanging confessions, le sserafim sour grapes

summary: all throughout your life, you were surrounded with distrust. with that comes you having to be in the middle of every bad relationships with the people around you, making you hesitant for the fairytale love story you used to dream about since you were little. what happens if there is a potential prince waiting on your castle's doorstep, but you could never bring yourself to open the gates?

"Look at them all lovey-dovey out there" Carlos scoffed at the sight. Him, You, and Mirabel were sitting by the benches in the side of the village streets supposedly stalking Camilo and his new girlfriend. It was Mirabel's original idea but decided to bring the two of you, it's not like there was something else you can do on a Saturday morning.

The three of you were seated near enough to spy on the golden boy and his girl, but also far enough so that they wouldn't notice.

"Its kind of cute though, they look so happy together" Mirabel cooed, gripping her skirt while her chin rests on her palms.

"It's disgusting" Carlos let out a scowl, making Mirabel sigh. "You're a buzzkill, Carlos."

Carlos crossed his legs and slugged his shoulders, letting his hands relax in his lap. "Why did you even tag along? I only wanted to bring Y/N."

The boy's eyes landed on your figure beside him at the mention of your name. Taken aback, you looked back and forth on the bickering cousins, suddenly understanding why you sat between the both of them. Carlos only shrugged.

Breaking the tension, you gestured to the couple who was now holding hands while walking together. "Not gonna lie, they do look cute." Letting out a sigh, the two cousins followed your eyes and stared at the two figures in love.

Oh without knowing, it looks sweet, this love that i'm seeing

"You're kidding, Y/N." Carlos grunted at you. "You never care about some stupid love"

"I don't-" You commented, gritting your teeth as if you're covering a lie. "But it doesn't mean I don't find it desirable sometimes"

You fiddled with the fabric of your dress while you looked down, hands in a shaking mess. Thankfully, none of the cousins saw it as a big thing. This was normal for you, to be nervous and seemingly fragile at the topic of love.

But why?

All throughout your life, you only saw the worst in people's relationships. Your parents constantly argued, your uncles and aunts are always yelling, and your grandparents barely talk to each other. That wasn't the love you imagined having. The love you imagined to have, was imprinted on the fairytales you read since you were little. Fables, love stories, fiction, fantasy, almost all of them held the true story you once longed to have. To live a peaceful life in a castle with your one true love, glancing over the beauty of the Kingdom that you ruled over.

Like a rose, crowned with thorns but still bloomed with ethereal beauty. However, reality seemed so different. It wasn't like a rose at all. It was void of love, void of fantasy, void of happy endings. Since then, you've sealed yourself off. Not bothering to touch on the topic of love, seemingly afraid that it may mirror the reality you desperately tried to avoid.

"Y/N?" A low mellow voice breaks your train of thought. Looking up, you notice Carlos who had an unreadable gaze. Beside you, Mirabel was no longer there. She must have left while I was spaced out..

"Sorry" You muttered. "I blanked out"

Carlos furrowed his eyebrows, seeming confused but nonetheless gave a small smile. "You're alright. Nothing happened anyway, Camilo and Aria left."

You nodded, looking back down to your lap and continuing to fiddle with your fingers. In your peripheral vision, you spot Carlos' empty hand, relaxed in the side of his lap. He seemed relaxed as well, leaning on the bench and watching over the village with a still and blank face. Both of you were unexpectedly close to each other, and the thought of that made you nervous.

Your eyes trailed back down, looking at his hand that seemed to radiate warmth. Oh, how you wished it was that easy. To hold him, to be his.

But it was never that easy.

I stare at you for long, waiting for that feeling to drop from your hands.

A close enough distance, a reach from your hand, and it would easily break you. If only you wished he knew how much you long for love, the type of love that you wanted. If only, he becomes the prince in your story.

"I easily want it, a romantic fairytale"

"What did you say?" You heard his voice and your head snapped. Did you mutter it out loud? Eyes wide, you looked at Carlos who was waiting for you to respond. No longer gazing at the background, but at you.

"Nothing, I was just thinking"

"Thinking of what?"

"Nothing in particular" You commented rather coldly. Not meaning to, but wanting for Carlos to take the hint and not ask further more. Your head was a mess and you hoped that he can never see through it.

If you were in a fairytale, you would be the cowardly princess. Afraid to be out, afraid to fall in love, afraid to move forward. You didn't know your happy or sad ending rather, you had no ending, mainly because you were too afraid to step forward and let your story write itself. Even when climbing a simple ladder, looking down made you dizzy under your feet. How much more if you were to gallop away with your 'prince' to the path unknown? What if never happens? And if it does, what if the prince wasn't the good guy you thought we would be?

The mere thought of that made you ache.

You were glad that Carlos didn't further question you. But one thing made you wonder. Why did he stay? Why is he beside you? Why does it seem like he cared?

Your eyes mindlessly trailed back to his still empty hand, only a few inches to your grasp. But even if you stretch out a little longer, you can never feel like you reach it. It was Carlos Madrigal, your friend. Your friend who never told his own story. Your friend that you can never read. Does he long for a princess like you do? Does he long for a happy ending? Does he long for love? You shook your head. Because even if he does, you can never be his love. His story wasn't like yours, you could never understand it. But he had love. A love you can never hold.

But there was always a chance. There was a chance to read his story. But there was a catch. Fear. Fear that will haunt you. That you'll be the only one who gets hurt, while he lives his happy ending. Yeah, he'll probably hurt you.

"Do you ever long for a love like Camilo?" Carlos suddenly asked, bringing you back to where you both came from. His once free hand was now fiddling with his own ruana, most likely hesitant over the question.

"No."

Carlos widened his eyes at your response. "But you said-"

"I know what I said." You cut him off. Staring blankly at the pavement rather than his eyes, afraid that he will see through you. "Love is bittersweet, Carlos. It's something you have to be honest to, but-"

"I can never be. I don't wanna taste it."

Carlos shifted his position, now crossing his legs on the bench to fully face you who still refused to look at him. You took his silence as a sign to continue.

"I don't think it would be as sweet as others seem it may be. Love is like Sour Grapes. Never know if feelings are half-ripe. And then you feel afraid, to the point where you'll never bite for pain."

"Sour?" Carlos mumbled. "All I knew was that it was disgusting. Never wanted to feel love, but sometimes one can be too lonely to not long for one."

You finally looked at him and met his eyes. For you, it seemed to overflow with worry, like he was also afraid. You questioned it, because all throughout the times you've been together, Carlos was never afraid. He was never transparent. Heck, he never even admitted that he, too, wants love.

With a last glance, you mumbled to yourself, but also hoping he also hears. "It's a sour taste that makes you cry. If that's what love is, I don't wanna taste it." Standing up, you dusted your skirt and walked away, not even sparing a glance to the boy you felt fragile with. Never even looking back, you simply just whimpered away from his grasp you wanted to fall in.

Not now.

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From a distance, you can only watch your self-assigned prince in your own story. There he was, Carlos Madrigal. Seemingly like a normal person blending in to the people of the town. In his hand, he held a pocket knife mindlessly carving wood into whatever shape his hands brings him to. You can only stare at him from afar, wishing that having him was just as easy.

If he passes your eyes, sometimes your heart trembles a little. He was so close, yet so far. He was the prince you wanted to let in, the prince that made your heart warm and flutter like the wind. Though it was hard to hide, it played off well that made it seem like you didn't care. However in the back of your head, you had fear as well. He was nonchalant. You didn't know his story therefore you wouldn't know how he felt. For all you know, he had his own princess while you were here desperately clinging for the chance that he was your prince.

The thumping of your heart seems to rhythmically increase the longer you look at him. The heart that has felt warmth for the first time, you grew to live in fear. Your words from yesterday echoed around your head. Love is Sour Grapes, a bittersweet taste that you would never want to try. But deep inside you wondered that if you took a bite, what would it be like? Will he be the prince, or will you be the cause of your own misery?

The fruit that becomes more ripe the longer you hope, your eyes dazing on it. If it were a game, would you lose or win? If you grasp the grapes that are at the end of the branch, expecting it to be sweet, what happens if it isn't?

Because even if you go closer to trying the taste of love, you still cannot hold onto his hand. The outcome in itself increases the fear mongering around your body. It wasn't your love you were trying to figure out; It was Carlos'. You alone are afraid of your own story, how much more when you read about his? His story, his love. Love that is beyond the ladder you feared to climb.

You can only stare, once again. His skillful hands on his pocket knife seemingly cutting through wood like it was nothing. His eyes radiating beauty and his hair moving gracefully through the wind. That alone was enough to break the walls you have been trying to put up. Without an effort, he seemed to march his way up to your castle, leaving only you to open the gates to let him in.

But no.

You don't want to get hurt.

—

"I need to talk to you" The mere seriousness in his voice brought shivers down your spine. Carlos looked at you with half-lidded eyes when he approached you. You nodded at him and he starts to turn around and walk away. Taking that as a cue, you trailed off and followed him who had his head down, seemingly full of thoughts while he brings you to the more quiet part of town.

Finally, you reached a silent area, with nothing but leaves and wind making noise. He ushered you to the nearest bench, both of you sitting down in opposite sides. Immediately, he starts speaking, not sparing a glance at you as he stares at the ground instead.

"I've been thinking about what you said, about love being sour grapes and all-" Carlos paused. You only looked at him through your peripheral vision while waiting for him to continue.

But he doesn't

"I don't think we should talk about this, Carlos." You urged him. "We both don't know anything about love to begin with."

"But what if we try?" He asked, making your eyes widen.

"What?" You can only mutter out a single word, afraid to stutter if you were to say more.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, but-" Carlos gets interrupted, by you.

There goes the words, "dont get me wrong", "look, you're nice but.." You've heard them all. Your dad before he cheats on your mom, your aunt before she deceives your uncle, the exact words your sister said before she broke ties with her partner.

It was reality. Happening to both of you and Carlos. The one thing you feared the most.

You were scared, not even wanting him to finish his sentence. You were afraid to find out what unravels after the course of this events. You were afraid to move forward.

All the thoughts come rushing in to your brain and your emotions boil up to your veins. Your chest tightens as you clutched it, your legs becoming weaker, your breaths getting rigid, your heart pacing faster,

You were having a panic attack.

Carlos immediately stops within his tracks, not seeming to take ahold of you. He triggered your attack, of course he wasn't gonna come near you.

As embarrassing as it is, you could only run away. While there weren't any people near you, it made it easier for you to dash away. Away from the scene, away from him.

Once again, you never looked back. Never turned to look at him, never sparing a glance on his image.

—

"And if he continues with -I never really liked you?" You rambled to Mirabel after feeling better as you sunk into her bed and fiddled with her stuffed animals.

Mirabel's room was your second refuge. Unlike the magical doors, hers had a lock which provided privacy, a way to ensure that Carlos wouldn't be able to come back to break your walls again.

"You left him hanging, for all we know he was going to confess to you" Mirabel exclaimed, sitting at the edge of her bed.

"No" You responded. "I hate the thought of that. You remember what I said about love"

"Yeah, but it's a bummer if you don't eventually move forward to see what happens between you two."

"I don't think of it as a bummer at all." You sighed. "That's all I do, I lie to myself all day all night. Fabricating my mind with these thoughts will prepare me for the worst if it actually does happen."

As if it's grapes that weren't ripe, perhaps it's not the time yet. Maybe you weren't ready for love. Maybe, you were destined for love, but at a later time. How long will it take?

Carlos' scent lingered through your senses. His cinnamon scent, still registered in your head, like it was freshly half-ripe, longing for you to come back and embrace him whole.

No.

Not yet.

You were feeling scared.

It was sour,

Sour taste that made you panic. Sour taste that made you cry.

Was that what your love was supposed to be like? Though incomplete, the way it unfolded badly made you think otherwise. Opposite from Mirabel's ideas. If you were broken down by your prince in just 7 words, how much more until he fully hurts you when you let him in?

If that's what your love was about to unfold, you don't want it. You don't want to taste it. The familiar bittersweet feeling you felt while running away from him.

Exactly like sour grapes. Your love is sour grapes.

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However, what you fail to realize, was that event in itself was you moving forward. It was your story writing itself. Though you were oblivious to it, that wasn't the end. You can fully change the course of your storyline. YOU control your story. YOU control YOUR love.

So,

What if one day,

You finally live through that phase?

What if you go back to him,

And finally get to try the love that awaits?

Will it be bitter, or will it be sweet?

The last excerpt is a prompt for a part two lmao.. if this one gets more than 30 notes maybe i'll finish both the reader and carlos' love story. and i purposely left out carlos' pov so that it focuses more on readers' dilemma so ya never know if he loves us back or nah

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camilos-mivida · 2 years

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Carlos Madrigal Masterlist

One Shot

Pasta Snack

Coffee Deal

Lo Siento

Self Defense

Every Inch

Watching After Him

Series

That's Not Possible

Part One

Part Two - What Did I Say?

Without Her Knowing

Part One

Part Two

Thank you for reading my Carlos Madrigal fictions! I appreciate all who did read my stories! Hope you liked them as much as I did making them! Do correct me for my mistakes, and do tell me what you think of them! Wishing you all the best and have a beautiful week! Xx @tu-linda-hermana

Should I do a taglist? Taglist anyone? Do comment if you want to be tagged🙂❤

Check my Camilo Madrigal Masterlist here!

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tu-linda-hermana · 2 years

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That's Not Possible

Part Two - What Did I Say?

Pairing with Aged-up with Carlos Madrigal x Female Reader

Check the previous and next part in this Masterlist

You woke up with a massive hangover headache, sensitive to everything. How much did I drink last night? You blinked your reality back after the blurry senses, seeing you're not in your room and surrounded by different sleeping people. Where am I?

A knock triggered your headache, the door soon opened with a human in dress...oh wait a girl...with a...cloud on her head? Jeez am I still dreaming?

"Oh dear, did I wake you up?" The woman spoke, with a familiar tone...oh it's Pepa!

"Señora! Nononono-" you yawned, "- you didn't woke me up" you spoke as you yawned.

"¿Estás bien? Mi hermana is in the kitchen curing some hangovers" Pepa guided you to stand up and lead you to the door.

After exiting the door, you turned to see whose room were you in, your half lided eyes, widened in shock, seeing Carlos's name on it. You turned your head towards your path and glanced to Pepa on your side, she looked normal, nothing new or less. Why was she not reacting about you waking up in his- ow!

Alright enough thinking for now, you were getting light headed in each step, if it wasn't for Pepa you'd be crawling on the floor right now.

"Y/n's awake!" You heared Pepa spoke, waking you up from your quick sleep walking.

"She looks so busted" Mirabel laughed while you shake your head at her.

"Here eat this, this cures faster than the others" Julieta handed you a weird shaped arepa, probably not an arepa from the taste after you took a bite.

You sat beside Mirabel as you chewed on your food with your head down. Your senses were becoming clear and back to normal, you glanced around the room and saw the other grandkids eating their breakfasts.

"Feeling better?" Someone surprisingly spoke from behind you.

"I guess still not" Carlos sipped on his coffee that he made few minutes before you and his mami arrived in the kitchen.

Your eyes twinkled in the sight of him, so this is how he looks like every morning...wait what?

"Sí, mañana" You greeted him, shaking off the thought you just had right now.

"You slept in my room" Carlos spoke causing every chattering in the room to halt. Carlos froze, sensing the stares he was recieving.

"What?" He asked everyone.

"I'm sorry I slept in, I didn't- I don't remember anything from last night" You apologized for over staying.

"Oh but I do remember a lot, specifically from Carlos" Dolores grinned before she took a bite of her food to avoid future questions for her.

"What's with me?" Carlos raised his brows at his hermana. "What did I say?"

"Oh nothing, just something really important" Dolores responded to him, taking another bite.

"Mami! Carlos kicked me!" Dolores loudly complained, rubbing her shin.

"Carlos, leave your sister be" Félix scolded his son.

"I must go now, mi familia must be looking for me at this kind of time I-"

"They left off to go somewhere, dear, didn't they tell you?" Julieta reminded you, right, their business outside Encanto.

"Stay for breakfast Y/n, Carlos made them" Dolores offered you a plate as you gladly accepted it.

Camilo raised his hand. "It's actually me who made it" He told you.

"Hm? Ohhh, how would I know? You're wearing Carlos's ruana right now" Dolores told Camilo.

"Am I?" Camilo asked, looking down on his clothes. "Yeah I am"

"Mi familia!" Abuela Alma greeted with a wide smile.

"A beautiful day is waiting ahead of us, along with your chores that you all should be doing in ten minutes" Abuela clapped her hands. "Let's go, let's go" she chanted before exiting the room.

The grandchildrens stood up and fixed their plates while you were still in the midst of your eating.

"I'll stay with Y/n for a while" Carlos told his primas when they asked him to go with them already.

"Okay" They replied before proceeding their ways.

"Don't be fluttered, I'm just avoiding my chores" Carlos told you once his family were now away.

"Nah, that's not enough to make me fluttered" You told him, drinking the beverage Julieta had offered.

"Then what makes you fluttered, Y/n?" Carlos placed down his cup and amusingly smirked at you.

"That's none your business, Carlos" You placed down your drink and broke the eye contact with him.

"I'll make that my business" Carlos smirked again before standing up and getting your plate to give it to casita who was washing the dishes.

Carlos leaned behind the counter, seeing you get up from your sit.

"What's your plans today, señorita?"

"None" You simply told him, placing back the chairs.

"What do you mean by none?" He asked.

"It's my break"

"Then what are gonna do then?" He continued his unintentionally consecutive questions.

"II would just stand here and answer your questions until you'll ran out" You faked your smile but was secretly enjoying his questions about you.

"I'll never ran out of questions though, señorita" He leaned forward on the edge of the table where you were standing near on.

"Bring them on then, señorito" You mirrored him, leaning into the corner he is in.

The two of you had an eye contact for a long while, both not wanting to be defeated.

"As how entertaining it is to watch the both of you staring at each other lovingly-" Someone spoke from the doorway.

"Carlos needs to do his chores with us" Camilo continued Mirabel's words.

Carlos leaned back, rolling his eyes before heading to the doorway. "See you later, señorita" Carlos winked at you before he disappeared out off your sight.

You stood alone in the kitchen alone, looking around and only seeing casita doing it's chores, you walked out of the casa and headed on your way.

"Now where will he meet me later?"

Hehe, late heads up! I don't know what it feels like being hangover as I haven't drink anything that would make me feel like that😅 Anyways, yeyyy! Carlos fic!!! I missed youuu!! Hope you liked this as much I did like how fast I made this! Do correct me for my mistakes and do tell me what you think of this! Thank you for reading this and have a beautiful week!!!

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jokest3r · 2 years

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I cant tell if there is an audience for it but id really love to write some saints row fanfiction on ao3. Likewise from saints row 1 all the way up to 3(as much as i love Saints Row 4 it will not be included as well as Gat Out of Hell). Since i write a LOT i think itd be a good experience as well as add some fresh content for the saints row 1 and 2 lovers on ao3 (no offense to saints row 3 i love that game but i havent seen much content for the other games on AO3). Anyways im kinda excited about it but i likely wont start on it till i do another round of completing saints row 2 and 1 again/or writing as i complete each mission for authenticity cause that fucking glitch taking my gold plated GDHC .50 was a fucking sin and i will not stand for it till i go about it again. Im planning some deviations from canon but mostly sticking to it for the most part besides for 3 which will have the most changes just to patch shit up. Art included

#saints row #playa saints row #saints row 1 #saints row 2 #saints row 3 #FUCK THE HITMAN ACTIVITY(derogatory)#lin deserves more content on ao3 #and so does saints row 1 and two #carlos supremacy

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laur-the-cat-prince · 4 months

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#i will take any excuse to draw P’s legion arm #silver haired P supremacy #being a real boy is overrated #gemini is a total pal #lop #lies of p #lies of p gemini #lies of p fanart #lies of p carlo #sketches #art #illustration

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alearicci · 9 months

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“yes, I'm carlos's girlfriend” – CS55

pairings: carlos sainz x girlfriend!reader

summary: social media au. just a few posts and comments on them

note: one of my best work

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 anyone want to buy a disco ball? at a low cost 🪩

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hahaitsyn: because im a mirrorbaaall

⇾ carlossainz55: sorry cariño. this title is already taken by lando.

⇾ hahaitsyn: its taylor swift you my lovely idiot

charles_leclerc: whose hand is that on Carlos' shoulder? y/n is that your hand?

⇾ hahaitsyn: no. stop. really. carlos do you want to explain anything to me?

⇾ carlossainz55: ummm... honey, it's just a model

luisinhaoliveira99: my L ❤️

anasainz: I buy this 😂❤️

sainzisagod: I WANT IT I GOT IT CARLOS GIVE ME THIS PLS 😭😭

hahaitsyn

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hahaitsyn: mr sainz can you answer the question?

carlossainz55: of course, miss y/ln you can

⇾ hahaitsyn: did you eat the last cake?

⇾ carlossainz55: no...

⇾ hahaitsyn: are you sure about this?

⇾ carlossainz55: mmm.. maybe 😈

⇾ hahaitsyn: I will kill you, Carlos Sainz.

⇾ charles_leclerc: NO Y/N DO NOT DO THAT.

charlottesiine: hahaha y/n you would make a great journalist, honey

lilymhe: the best journalist ever

danielricciardo: y/n would you like to interview me?

⇾carlossainz55: no.

⇾ hahaitsyn: ok, text me, we'll discuss the details, ric

⇾carlossainz55: y/n don't make me hide all the sweets.

hahaitsyn

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hahaitsyn: best selfie in the world

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carlossainz55: best man* in the world

landonorris: best mate* in the world

charles_leclerc: best teammate* in the world

anasainz: best brother* in the world

scuderiaferrari: best driver* in the world

f1: best smooth operator* in the world

hahaitsyn: okay okay, best boyfriend* in the world

sainzswift

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sainzswift: wow. i want it.

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sainzisagod: OMGGGG THIS PHOTO 😭😭 CARLOS YOURE SOOO GORGEOUS 🤕

leclerxfan: karma is my boyfriend?....

⇾swift16: he was sunshine i was midnight rain

hahaitsyn: OH JESUS. I WANT TO BUY THIS. NOW.

⇾saibestie: pssss @carlossainz55

⇾carlossainz55: ok. no problem, my lovely taylor swift fan

ynismylove

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ynismylove: yn... where is carlos?... did he turn into a tree?

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carlossainz55: no girl. she hugs the tree instead of me. I don't think I can survive this kind of betrayal.

⇾sainzisagod: oh no... poor carlos...

⇾hahaitsyn: BABEEEE

landonorris: I have Carlos... under my bed.

⇾charles_leclerc: WHAT

⇾carlossainz55: WHAT

⇾pierregasly10: WHAT

⇾landonorris: WHAT

ynfan: I dream of becoming this tree...

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 my happiness

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ynandcarlos4ever: oooou. she is so cute 🥺

charlottesiine: her smile killed me

lando.jpg: I need a model for shooting.

hahaitsyn: you're my life

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