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Carlos Sainz: I'll protect you

Requested by the lovely speedlevel, sorry you had to wait so long. Hope you like it! 💖 go check out her one shots, they are great!

This was planned perfectly because it's the babe's birthday. So, Carlos, if you're reading this: feliz cumpleaños 😇

Word count: 736

"Come on, Carlos! You know I don't like scary movies..." you pouted as he had selected 'Mama' to watch. You weren't a fan of scary movies, especially not when it was already late at night and you would have to fall asleep after watching it.

"You said I could choose the next movie," he pouted back, looking at you with those sad puppy eyes. You heaved a sigh, telling him to go on then.

"Don't worry, babe. You have me here, I'll protect you," Carlos said smugly, smirking down on you. It made you want to slap that stupid smirk off his face, but you contained yourself. You needed to keep him around if you were really going to watch this movie. Who knows what would happen.

You heard a creak coming from upstairs, immediately turning towards Carlos with wide eyes, "did you hear that?" you asked as you grabbed his arm out of fear. "There's probably just a bird on the roof. Nothing to worry about," he chuckled as he pressed 'play'.

You really hated him for choosing this film. Then again, he had also watched 'Mean Girls' with you before this one. But still, couldn't he just have chosen a stupid action or something? Why a movie like this?

The beginning wasn't that scary. You even had time to admire the actor who played Jaime Lannister in Game of Thrones, but it soon began to get more intense and creepy. You slowly inched more towards Carlos, making him wrap an arm around your shoulder and pulling you further into his chest.

You fliched as 'mama' suddenly came into view. You were holding onto Carlos's arm for dear life. Your eyes were wide and you tried to get your breath steady again. Carlos chuckled at your reaction, pulling you into his lap. You buried your head in his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating off his body.

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"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Carlos said as the movie ended, shutting the tv.

You wanted to roll your eyes, but something on the wall got your attention. "What's that?" you asked while pointing at the creature.

"That's a moth," Carlos replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal after watching the movie where a woman could literally transform into a moth.

Carlos smirked at your reaction. He knew you were scared. "Or, you know... maybe it's her," he whispered in your ear, making you shiver, "maybe she's coming to get you." You wanted to hit him, but right when you moved your arm the moth started flying around the room, coming your way. You screeched and hid your head in Carlos's chest.

He laughed loudly and shushed you, "I was just kidding, mi amor. I'm sorry," he said while still chuckling a bit.

"I swear to god, if you scare me another time you won't live to see the end of this day," you threatened him, to which he nodded, holding up his hands in defense.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight, I'm sure mama down there won't mind keeping you company," you smiled sweetly at your boyfriend as you handed him his pillow, closing the door behind him.

You smirked to yourself as you knew he wouldn't take it very long. He would shit his pants only thinking about it. You saw right through that tough guy act of his. You laid down on the bed, listening closely.

You soon heard footsteps coming up the stairs, making you laugh to yourself. Carlos opened the door and closed it right behind him.

"What is it now, mi amor?" you asked as you tried not to giggle out loud. "You're not going to tell me that you were scared, are you?"

"Go to sleep, it's very late already," Carlos grunted in reply.

"You're scared! I knew it. You were shitting your pants down there, weren't you?" you teased him, making him glare daggers at you.

"I wasn't," he crossed his arms stubbornly after he said this.

"Oh, Carlos, you don't have to act all tough on me. I think it's better if we don't watch thrillers anymore, though."

"Never again," Carlos replied as he buried his head in your chest, hands roaming down your waist.

"Go to sleep scaredy-cat, I'll protect you," you promised, like he had told you in the beginning of the night. Oh, how the tables had turned.