#danylos

I am not normal about yearning Carlos

I’m having perfectly normal emotions about this.

<3 <3 <3

toro rosso lovers <3

└ “I know what I have to do. But going back means I'll have to face my past. I've been running from it for so long.” 

Wakes up first.Dany wakes up first but he doesn’t move. He just stares at Carlos sleeping next to him, unwilling to believe that this boy loves him with all his heart. He smoothes back the messy black hair and Carlos’s noses wrinkles ever so slightly, Dany adores their moments like this. Sings in the shower.Neither of them will admit to it - but Carlos once sang Shakira ‘Hips Don’t Lie’ in the shower when he thought Dany was out having a run. Dany is more of a AC/DC kinda guy belting it out, whilst holding the shampoo bottle. Makes breakfast every morning.Carlos loves to cook. And Dany loves to watch him cook - he loves to watch the Spaniard hum out a song under his breath as he pokes at the food with a spoon. He likes to watch Carlos when he comes up behind him, enveloping him in a hug and pressing a kiss against his temple. Is the first to think about adopting/having a child.Neither of them are thinking of kids. But Carlos comes home with a little tiny kitten one day hidden underneath his coat and Dany can’t say no. Churro ends up being their child and he wakes Dany up early every morning to be let out of the house and curls up on their feet. Gets sick the easiest. Dany always pushes himself and won’t quit. It makes for some awkward situations and ends up with Dany lying on the couch, surrounded by mucus covered tissues and a reddened nose, feeling sorry for himself. A kiss from his boyfriend and his famous chicken soup always perks him up though. Loves to cuddle.They both love to cuddle. They like to hold each other’s hand under the table, to have their feet in each other’s laps in the motorhome. Dany’s favourite part of the day is after every race, they curl up together on one of the couches with Carlos’s head pillowed against his chest and they kiss ever so gently. Falls asleep on the couch while they’re watching a movie. Carlos. He’s never really into movies and prefers to eat the popcorn and shove his feet into Dany’s lap. He always ends up fast asleep against Dany’s shoulder halfway through the movie, even if it’s one he chose. Is super clingy. Neither of them are particularly clingy. They know they love each other and that’s enough for them both.  

Daniil Kvyat was a very nice, very calm and very reasonable guy. Usually. Today, he was furious. He stomped into his hotel room and slammed the door shut. “Fucking hell!”, he exclaimed and ripped his team shirt off, tearing the seam apart and throwing it on the floor. “Fucking stewards!” He angrily stomped into the kitchenette and grabbed the water boiler, filling it with water and slamming it back onto the worktop hard enough that a good amount of water splashed out again. While resorting to Russian swearwords, Daniil started to rummage through the mini fridge and contemplated a small bottle of vodka before throwing it back inside and grabbing some chocolate bars instead. He was so preoccupied with putting as much aggression as possible into every move that he didn’t hear the opening of the door. “Danya?”, Carlos asked and approached his raging boyfriend carefully. “Hey, honey!” He grabbed the knife Daniil was currently holding and trying to ram into a chocolate bar because he hadn’t been able to open the wrapper. “Stop it! You’ll hurt yourself!” Daniil just responded with an angry growl, but he dropped the knife. “You know, I think it’s good that you’re angry. That’s an appropriate reaction.” Carlos tried to ease his boyfriend and took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly, but Daniil bristled with anger: “No, the appropriate reaction was what I did to that goddamn steward.” After a few confused blinks Carlos asked jokingly: “Uhm, what exactly did you do? Kill him?” Daniil didn’t answer, but he poured the now boiling hot water over his tea and started to stir it gruffly. “Yep”, he finally said. “Yep, what? That you... killed him? wait, what, literally??” Carlos just stared at his boyfriend disbelievingly. “You’re kidding, right?” “I wish I weren’t though. I only told him to go fuck himself”, snarled Daniil, grabbed his tea and stomped in the direction of their bedroom. “Huh”, Carlos said to the empty kitchenette. “I don’t think that angry Daniil should turn me on as much as it does.” “Are you coming or what?”, shouted Daniil from the bed and Carlos immediately proceeded to hurry over to him, to see if angry sex was maybe a thing Daniil was into. It might calm him down after all and that was the ultimate goal, right?~