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heliads · 10 months

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i don't want to keep secrets just to keep you

Ever since you were a kid, your older brother Charles Leclerc has made you promise that you'd never date one of his teammates. Carlos Sainz, however, may be a fiercer test of your willpower than any of you imagined.

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Charles Leclerc is going to be late to the first race of the season, and it’s so his fault. He’s usually so distracted in trying to make sure that you’re going to be on time that he forgets to check in with himself. That’s why you’re currently watching him scramble around the hotel room, desperately shoving stuff in his pockets and trying to regain some semblance of dignity.

“It’s only Bahrain,” you tease him, “how are you this behind already?”

Charles shoots you an infuriated glare, halfway through trying to tug both shoes on at once. “I’m sure this is your fault somehow.”

You roll your eyes. “I trust you to find a reason for that to make sense.”

You’re not fazed by his irritation. Charles is your elder brother of exactly one year, two months, and three weeks, which is, in his decided opinion, more than enough to give him an advantage over you in age and responsibility. Charles has taken it upon himself to watch out for you and Arthur in every way possible, including when either of you visit him at the racetrack.

However, Charles really only has enough room in his brain to worry about one person. In micromanaging you, he’s forgotten to get himself ready in time, thus causing the chaos before you now. You’re not the one to stress this morning, as you won’t be shooting around a track at ungodly speeds, so it’s well within your rights to sit back and laugh as Charles trips over himself in an attempt to still make it to the paddock on time.

First race and he’s already behind schedule. If only he could use some of that nervous energy to actually be on time the first attempt. He’ll still make it to the race with enough time to spare, but you wouldn’t know that from the way Charles is buzzing behind the wheel, tapping his fingers and mumbling swears whenever the cars in front of him dare to dip below the speed limit.

Eventually, you find yourself in the Ferrari section of the paddock, guided to Charles’ assigned room so he can drop off a bag and grab whatever he needs before heading out again. He adjusts his shirt collar in the mirror, fixing his hair much to your joking derision, and finally declares himself ready to go.

At last, Charles turns to you in the depths of the Ferrari complex, placing his hands on your shoulders like a sports coach about to deliver some life-changing advice. “Y/N, before we go out there, I need you to remember a promise. You swore this to me years ago and I need your word that it isn’t going to change.”

You groan loudly. “Charles, I thought you’d forgotten about that.”

Charles temporarily breaks his stress grip on your shoulders to swat you on the bicep with his right hand. “Absolutely not, are you mad? I want you to promise again. I need to hear it.”

You stare at him. He stares back. “You’re insane,” you tell him.

“Say it,” he replies.

Unfortunately, you kind of knew this was coming. Charles made you promise something like this for the first time back when he was still getting the hang of karting. You’d done something silly like hold hands with one of his friends from his karting team when you were a kid and Charles had flown off the handle. That’s when he’d first come up with the teammate pledge. If you wanted to be there at the race, you had to swear you’d never go out with any of his driving partners, past or present.

It’s a promise he’d made you continually repeat all throughout Formulas Three and Two, but it’s been a while since you were able to make it to a race due to various life interferences, so you thought he’d forgotten about it or something. It appears that’s far from the case, though. Leave it to Charles to remember something like this.

When it becomes increasingly apparent that neither of you will be going anywhere unless you say the words Charles is yearning to hear, you sigh and give in. “Fine. I solemnly swear that I’m not going to date any of your teammates. I won’t even look at them. I’ll run the second anyone with a Ferrari shirt enters the room.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “Be serious.”

“I am serious!” You protest. “You’re being ridiculous. I’m not going to seduce any of your coworkers.”

Charles gives you a pronounced glare. “I’m quoting you on that.”

Your brother looks as if he’d like nothing more than to lecture you for a little longer on the importance of keeping this promise, but luckily, you’re saved by someone rapping on the door. Charles gives you a cautionary look before calling to the visitor that they can come in.

And what a visitor it is. All thoughts of the previous dispute are erased from your head in a matter of moments. Seeing as you’ve been away from the races for so long, you’ve never gotten a chance to actually meet Charles’ teammate at Ferrari. You’ve seen photos, of course, and certainly stared at them for longer than Charles would approve of, if he ever knew, but something about Carlos Sainz is even better in person.

He peers inside the room and a smile instantly crosses his face at the sight of you. “You must be Charles’ sister, Y/N. I’ve wanted to meet you for a while.”

You grin back at him without even thinking of it. “It was the same with me. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Carlos reaches out to shake your hand, and it might just be your imagination, but you swear he holds it perhaps a little longer than he would Arthur’s or Enzo’s. “Only good things, I hope. If not, I hope to convince you otherwise.”

Charles coughs pointedly from beside the two of you, causing Carlos to drop your hand in a flash. “Are you here for a reason, mate, other than to talk to my sister?”

Carlos nods a little too quickly. “Yes, yes. You’re late, cabrón. PR’s been tearing hospitality apart looking for you. We were supposed to head out twenty minutes ago.”

Charles swears under his breath. “You should have told me that at the start, you asshole. Save whatever that was for later, we have to get out there.”

Charles exasperatedly rushes to the table behind him to grab his phone and a fresh Ferrari cap out of his bag. While he’s distracted, Carlos winks at you, whispering something about how he hadn’t minded the delay. Charles can’t hear it, but he must be able to tell from the expression on your face that something is happening.

“Out of my room,” Charles tells Carlos, “we need to get going. Y/N, you remember how to get to hospitality, right? You can meet up with Arthur and the others.”

You nod and he heads to the door, his teammate already shepherded out into the hall by the sheer force of Charles’ indignant stress. Your brother doubles back a moment later, leaning back into the room to give you one last vexed look.

“You promised,” Charles urges you, raising his finger in warning before hurrying out at last.

You’ve never had a problem keeping the teammate promise before. That being said, you think you might have to fight to maintain your word a little harder than you had before. Carlos is– well, his eyes, his hair, the way that red shirt looks against his skin–

Promises!

You’ll never make one again. Silently, you send up a prayer to anyone inclined to listen. You really don’t want to disappoint your brother, but you might need all the moral strength you can get.

You dutifully make your way to Ferrari hospitality as told, and you make it approximately six minutes through listening to your brother’s friends talk about the strategy and the track and the tire compounds before you cave and ask them what you really want to know. And what about his teammate? What’s Carlos like?

They’re not as paranoid as Charles, so they don’t suspect you. You listen carefully, quietly, to how Carlos has really been improving as of late, how he’s been nothing but a gentleman to all of them, what they wouldn’t give to see him more often than just around the paddock.

In short, it’s everything you’d want to hear. When the lights go out and the cars start streaking around the first corner, you realize that the red flash of engine and machinery you’re watching isn’t your brother, but Carlos instead. And, when the Spaniard ends up on the podium, your heart leaps as if it was someone you had known all your life up there, laughing and shouting and spraying champagne.

He still smells sweet when he visits you later. Carlos should know better. So should you. You smile and congratulate him and he thanks you, says that he knew you were watching the whole time and that’s why the race went so well. He waits until your smile is so warm that you could hardly speak and then he asks you to get a drink or two with him later. Just to talk, you know. Unless, of course, you wanted more.

More is exactly what you want with Carlos, but you’re still here in this room with him because you’re here to cheer on your brother, and your brother is the one who’ll be watching you like a hawk until the end of the night. Alright, Carlos says when you admit this to him, You know, I didn’t take you for someone who just wanted to follow the rules.

He’s going to get you killed. You’re delighted with every bit of him. You tell him as much when you give him your phone number. Carlos grins, presses a kiss to your forehead, and tells you when and where he’ll pick you up. You can still feel the ghost of his lips on your skin even after he leaves, even after your brother takes his place and starts rambling about every lap. You don’t hear a word. All you can think about is the new contact in your phone, the one who texts you as you’re leaving the building:

You looked beautiful today, by the way. In case I forgot to tell you.

So you do have a death wish, then. So does he. You text Carlos all throughout that night and the next, making sure that you are able to tell him how imperative that this remains secret from Charles even as you fall endlessly through compliments and charm and glory.

You meet up with him relatively soon afterwards, even though to you, it feels like centuries have passed since that first meeting. You are absolutely terrified walking to meet him for the first time, certain that it won’t be half of what you imagined. There is a moment of fear, and then you round the corner and he’s there, holding out flowers for you, and the burden of Atlas himself falls from your shoulders.

And– it’s good. Fuck, it’s good. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if it wasn’t, but this is something unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. You want to call it love from the first date alone, but you manage to wait a little longer, pushing off the declaration until a few weeks have gone by and he’s kissing you in the shadows of buildings, always running the razor-fine line of being adventurous and getting caught.

This, you decide, one room down from your brother, Carlos’ hands on your waist, is why you would break the rules. It is all worth stealing; every word, every touch, every moment. You never want it to stop, which of course, means that it must.

You have three glorious months before your golden paradise comes crashing down around you. As time goes on, the two of you feel more and more certain that you won’t get caught. How could you, after all? How could Charles possibly guess? You sneak out of hospitality to meet with Carlos, and he laughs and calls you his little rebel, and everything makes sense in a way it never has before. You trust him to keep you out of trouble even as you drag him further into it. There is no way you could possibly be seen.

And then, when you’re in Carlos’ room and he’s kissing you to say hello and I missed you and you look lovely today, just as always, the door opens. You thought it was locked. You might not even have checked.

It is enough, though. Enough that your brother would be able to walk in and see. Enough that you would feel a terrible fear run like ice water through your veins. Enough for you to know that there would be no chance that he’d let this happen, that Charles would do anything but hate you forever for this.

The look on your brother’s face alone convinces you of that. You’ve had arguments before, in the past, both of you doing things to mess with each other, but never in your life have you ever seen Charles as angry as he is right now. Fury does not even come close to the war radiating from his eyes.

Carlos puts his hands up, tries to step in front of you to deflect some of the blame. “Charles, look, this is my fault. I–”

Charles cuts him off. Carlos usually doesn’t back down to anyone, but you think a raging bull would step aside if Charles was in his path right now. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. Y/N, I asked one thing of you. What is this?”

You feel like your heart has stopped beating. A thousand thoughts whir in your head, excuses, pleas for forgiveness, apologies, but nothing comes out. Charles lunges forward, grabbing your arm, pulling you out of the room. Carlos tries to stop the two of you from leaving, but Charles looks him dead in the eyes and tells Carlos he’ll move if he knows what’s good for him. You nod once, mumble that it’s okay, and Carlos steps away at last, watching with a haunted stare as you disappear down the hall.

Charles slams the door of his driver’s room closed behind you. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, breathing heavy as he tries and fails to get himself under control. “I made you promise this a hundred times, Y/N. Don’t date my fucking teammates.”

You’ve never been scared of your brother, but today– Today, you are. You shrink away from him, trying to think of anything to say to make this end. “I’m sorry, Charles. So, so sorry.”

“You’re not,” Charles spits. “If you were, you never would have done this in the first place. I want so little from you, and you can’t even do this?”

Hot tears threaten to choke you out, but when you finally manage to get your breath back, the sadness starts to creep away, replaced instead by embittered fury. Who is he to speak to you like this? No brother should treat his family with the hatred he throws at you now.

“You never should have asked me that in the first place. I can do what I want, I’m an adult.”

Charles scoffs. “You’re not acting like one right now. There are so many other men in the world, but no, you had to go behind my back like this. You’ll stay away from him, you understand?”

You feel like screaming. “Stop trying to police what I do! You can’t tell me what to do with my life, you’re not my father!”

“I know!” Charles says, furious, “I know, none of us are. He’s not here anymore, it’s just me trying to look out for you and you won’t even let me do that. Every time I try to do something, you find a way to get around it. God, you make knowing you so damned difficult.”

The room becomes icily silent. Charles’ eyes are wide and scared. You don’t think he meant to say that, but he did, and there is no going back from it now.

“Alright, then,” you reply as calmly as you can, “I’ll fix that for you, then. You don’t have to handle me anymore.”

Charles sucks in a breath. “Wait, Y/N–”

You don’t let him finish, already to the door before he can even complete the last syllable of your name. It slams behind you, making you flinch. You don’t know what you’d say if you saw him again, but you still walk slowly to the elevator, then wait five minutes by the button, just in case he comes after you. He doesn’t. The hall is dark and cold, just like the streets outside when you finally gather up the last pitiful scraps of your pride and leave.

You don’t go to any more races after that. You stay at home and go about your normal business and pretend that nothing is the matter even though everything is. You don’t answer when Charles texts you later, or when he calls, or when the attempts to reach you eventually fall away to nothingness. Carlos tries to contact you as well, but you doubt he wants to stay with you after that explosion with Charles, so you do him a favor and ignore him too.

He’ll thank you for it later, maybe, if he even remembers you at all. Formula One drivers are a big deal around the world. You wouldn’t be surprised if Carlos forgets you over a supermodel or twelve, even if it would stab you through the heart to see a paparazzi photo of him with any other girl.

You don’t talk to anyone, actually, no one except your friends, and they know enough to not ask a single question. You don’t see any of your family, certain that they’d be on Charles’ side. You don’t want any more lectures, so it’s easier to just pretend like it’s just you against the world. That’s what you tell yourself, at least. You have been known to lie before.

You last a few months before your facade starts to crack. No matter how well luck runs in your favor, how many new friends you make, nothing compares to what you’d had before. You find yourself staying up at night just waiting for a call so you can ignore it, or wake from a dream in which someone was there, talking to you, when you’d never dare so much as look at them now.

It’s not enough. Of course it isn’t. You had everything you could have possibly wanted— boyfriend and brother, both Ferrari drivers, your family happy that you were showing up to more races and the love of your life thrilled to see you each and every time— so how could none of that ever be enough? It never will be. You could spend a thousand lifetimes in this terrible empty resolution and still not be satisfied, not when you remember how you used to have it all not so long ago.

You’re not sure how long you could have lasted like this. Perhaps you could have stuck to it forever, a grudge grown inside you like the roots of an evergreen, but it would have choked you out before long. Something intervenes, though. Someone, to be specific. Someone like your other brother, the younger one.

Arthur calls you. Frames it under the guise of wanting advice for an upcoming trip, but he finds a way to sneak discussion of Charles in there when your guard is down. He says Charles regrets it. You don’t believe him until an envelope shows up on your doorstep four days later containing plane tickets to the city of the next Formula One race. Addressed from your estranged brother. Including a note that says, Sorry. And, C.L.

Nothing more. The paper practically tears from the weight of you folding it and unfolding it in your hands. It seems to have aged centuries by the time you get off of the plane, stepping down in foreign territory both in terms of the new stamp you’ll get to add to your passport and the uneasy feeling resting in your chest when Charles texts you the number of the hotel room he bought you and his as well. Just in case, you know, you maybe wanted to talk.

You take the flight and you go to the hotel and you bring all of your suitcases and misguided hopes to sit along with you. It’s dark out when you finally manage to get up the courage to lock your door and go to Charles’ room instead. He gets back from media duties around this time, you’re sure he would be there if you just knocked. If you just tried.

The problem is how to make it last. You stand in front of his door, shaking, and then you raise your hand and rap once against the wood. It’s quiet enough that you could leave if he didn’t hear you, having done your job of attempting to reach him.

Charles hears you, though. The unhappy thought occurs to you that he’s probably been waiting for this and dreading it just as much as you. Your knuckles have barely left the smooth surface of the door before you hear the sound of footsteps on carpet, and then he’s undoing the latch and your brother is there again.

You hover for a moment, not sure what to do. Is he mad still? Couldn’t be, if he went to the expense of flying you out here. Does he expect you to apologize?

Instead of anything like that, Charles surges forward, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He hasn’t hugged you like this in a while, even before the fight. It’s like you’re kids again, and Charles has just won a karting round and he’s still small enough that having his sister there isn’t an embarrassment but a source of pride.

Something hot spikes through your throat, but you swallow it back and hug him, too. This is your brother. Even after a fight, he’s your family. The two of you have been trying your hardest to forget that, but he is.

Charles disengages himself soon enough to gesture you into the room. You take a careful seat on one of the available chairs and Charles sinks down onto a sofa, head propped up on hands on knees.

“I’m not sorry,” you blurt out. It’s stupid, you probably should have at least said something to clear the air before starting with that, but you want him to know what he’s getting himself into.

Even weeks after the incident, when the anger burned off and you just felt sad and alone, you still never felt regret for dating Carlos. You loved him. Still do, actually. You would have done it all over again if given the chance. If your temporary surrender with Charles is based on the lie that you’ll repent for having the audacity to fall in love, it would never last long anyway. Better to get it over with now.

Charles chuckles. “Yes, I had guessed that. Joris told me I was being stupid.”

You snort in disbelief before you can stop yourself. “You told Joris?”

Charles shrugs wildly. “Who else was I supposed to complain to, Carlos? Both Arthur and Enzo told me it was my fault and I wanted someone to agree with me.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “Maybe you should have taken that as a sign that I was right and you weren’t.”

Charles groans, but he’s not mad. Not anymore. Neither of you are, actually. “Well, that’s why you’re here, obviously. I was– I was stupid. I can’t control you. You’re not a kid anymore. Just, Y/N– Carlos?”

He says the last part in a desperate plea, practically beseeching you to come to your senses. You laugh, unable to stay serious when Charles looks so horrified. “Let me live, Charles. He was worth it.”

“I assumed,” Charles says darkly, then, “Does this mean I get to date one of your friends? If you say no, you are a hypocrite.”

You roll your eyes. “They wouldn’t want you. I’ve warned them off of drivers.”

Charles protests that, but weakly. The two of you are giggling like nothing had happened, which, although infinitely preferable to fighting, confuses you more than anything. Is this it, then? Is the fight over? So many months of separation, and it’s done without hardly even being debated?

You eye your brother cautiously once his laughter subsides. “You’re really okay with it, then? I mean, you were so mad when you found out.”

Charles winces at the memory. “I was caught by surprise. I was angry, yes, but it shouldn’t have been that much. I knew I fucked up when you left. I told myself that it was more important that you come back.”

It’s what you had felt as well. After your father died– well, there are only so many of us. You learn that family is worth more than argument. Charles has been quick to forgive ever since then. It is easy to be lonely when you are far from home and there is nobody left who knows you.

You nod, accepting this. If Charles has made his peace, then– well, you would be lying if you said you had come to this race just to see your brother. “And– Carlos, is he–”

“I don’t know,” Charles answers evenly. “I haven’t seen a lot of him. I have no idea if he is angry or unhappy or anything. We’re nice on camera because PR makes us, but we’ve avoided each other a lot.”

Your face must betray your apprehension, because Charles waves a hand at you. “Don’t worry about it, though. I’m sure he still thinks you’re sweet. He did tell me off for a long time when you left. He would not have done that if it was nothing. If you want to see him again, I am sure he would be okay with it.”

You laugh bitterly. “It’s been months, Charles. I don’t know if he even wants to look at me anymore, let alone date me again.”

Charles shakes his head. “What do you lose by going? Besides, now that I am invested in it, I want this to pay off. I did not spend money for your flight over here just for you to get ghosted.”

You toss a pillow at his head. Charles deflects it with ease and points towards his door. “He is out there, target him and not me! Now go already, I want to stop moping around. Maman says it is terrible for the constitution.”

You laugh and head for the door, pausing slightly over the threshold when you realize that you actually have no idea where Carlos is at all. You could, of course, just wait until the next day when you can see him at Ferrari hospitality, but you do not want to waste another moment when you’ve already gone so long without him.

A voice over your shoulder quells your worrying. “He’s in room 519.”

You shoot Charles a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

He nods, and you’re off, barely stopping long enough to close the door behind you before hurrying down the corridor once more.

You’re already on the fifth floor, which makes sense; Ferrari puts their drivers somewhat close to each other so they can help each other back if they’ve gotten a little too hammered after a long night out. You take two turns and then you’re there, 519. The end of the line. Your own personal fate.

You thought you would be more afraid to face Charles than Carlos, but for some reason now you feel as if you can hardly move at all. You have to force your hand to form a fist and rap against the wood, but your heart is hammering in your chest all the while.

For a brief, terrible moment, you entertain the notion that Carlos will not come to the door but someone else, a woman perhaps, halfway undressed or something horrendous like that. Instead, it’s him, just him, and you feel like your heart might burst out of your chest.

Carlos looks at you, dark eyes wide. He hasn’t seen you since the fight, and you were so afraid of everything that you didn’t respond to a single message or call. Still, you are standing in front of him now, so surely that must count for something.

“I forgave him,” you say, voice echoing in the stillness between you, “Charles.”

Carlos lets out this slow breath, and you’re debating whether it’s laced with disappointment or indifference or maybe something else, something better, the thoughts racing through your head at record time right up until he kisses you. And then– well, then you don’t have to worry anymore. You know. You know everything.

“I was waiting,” he murmurs against the top of your head, unwilling to pull away more than a centimeter or two even for a lack of breath, “I thought you might have thought we weren’t worth the risk.”

You shake your head indignantly. “No, never. I was scared, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

Carlos leans away just slightly, enough that you can see the playful smile on his face as he traces the curve of your cheekbone. “My little rulebreaker, scared? Couldn’t be.”

You laugh, let him pull you into his room and shut the door. No one in the world needs to know the thousand ways you make it up to each other, how you make a new promise to him as a crescent moon snakes further up the sky: you will never let a single thing get in between the two of you again. The stars soften, dawn colors the morning sky, and you, you have happiness beyond compare.

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sainzfilm · 1 year

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🧣 can this be a real thing? - carlos sainz 🧣

summary: carlos had always been there for you, through thick and thin, whenever and wherever. but will he let you bring him to your family’s christmas dinner as someone you’re fake dating when he has real feelings for you?

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Carlos groaned as he rolled over, blindly searching for his ringing phone on the nightstand before picking it up, “Hola?”

“Oh thank god, you picked up,” You exclaimed through the phone, pacing around in your room, “I need a favor. It’s urgent.”

“Great way to start my day, and it’s only…7:30 am,” Carlos muttered, holding the phone to his ear, “What favor?”

Exhaling deeply, you laughed nervously and rubbed the back of your neck, “I lied to my family, saying I was seeing someone, when in fact I’m obviously not. So, now I need you to be that someone at the family dinner this Sunday.”

“Dios mío, make things simpler,” He frowned in confusion, rubbing a hand down his face, “My brain is not awake yet.”

“Sorry, I’m just in under extreme stress,” You replied, tapping your foot out of habit, “I need you to be my pretend boyfriend at my family dinner.”

If Carlos had mentioned his brain wasn’t awake yet, then it was definitely working at maximum effort now. He immediately sat up and ran a hand through his hair, “Jesus Christ, Y/N, what have you done?”

“Please? You’re my best friend and I need this favor so bad,” You begged, “Just help me out please, Carlos?”

Groaning as he accidentally banged his head on the headboard a bit too hard, Carlos sighed and nodded even if you couldn’t see it, “Text me the details, I’ll pick you up then we’ll go together on Sunday. You owe me.”

“Oh thank heavens, thank you, Carlos,” You let out a sigh of relief, laying back down on your bed, “I do, I owe you one. I’ll see you then, love you!”

As the line went silent, Carlos threw his phone on the empty side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. Love. Would that word come out of your mouth that was beyond the confines of everything platonic?

“Okay, so, review time,” You clapped your hands, turning over to Carlos, “When did we start dating?”

Carlos scoffed, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove the both of you to your family’s home, “I am not that forgetful. May 23rd.”

“I’m just making sure that things check out,” You smacked the back of his head, eliciting a yelp from him, “How about our first date?”

“Y/N, you know I won’t let you down like that,” He glanced at you quickly before pulling up to the driveway, “I promise I won’t fuck up.”

“Sorry, they’re just so…pushy sometimes,” You mumbled, running a hand through your hair, “Just don’t let them bother you. They’re a handful.”

“A handful? Please, you’re my best friend,” Carlos grinned, a bitter feeling as the title slipped out of his mouth, “You’re a handful.”

“God, I hate you sometimes,” You sarcastically smiled, patting his cheek before getting out of the car and grabbing your gifts, “You ready, fake boyfriend?”

“You’re not ready, amor,” He teased, walking over to you and wrapping an arm around your waist, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

As you walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell twice, your mother opened the door and exclaimed, “Welcome home, my darling!”

“Oh jeez, way to greet us, mom,” You laughed, pulling her in a tight hug, “Where’s Haley?”

Haley grinned, peeking her head out from the staircase and running down to tackle you in a hug, “You’re home!”

“You’ve grown so big,” You gasped, kneeling down to her height, “What have you done to my baby sister?”

“Y/N! I’m six years old,” She whined, crossing her arms, “I am not a baby!”

“You’ll always be my baby,” You teased, kissing the top of her head and standing back up, “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Carlos.”

Carlos smiled, handing over the bottle of wine that he brought over, “Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s really nice to meet you. I brought this wine as a gift for your family.”

“Oh, how lovely, Carlos! This must be expensive,” She exclaimed, pulling the Spaniard in for a hug, “If Y/N hasn’t warned you, I’m a big hugger.”

“Definitely the opposite of your daughter,” Carlos chuckled lightly, kneeling down to Haley’s height and smiling, “Hi there, you know Y/N talks about you a lot?”

Haley lights up and smiles brightly, “She does?”

“Mhm, all the time,” Carlos smiled, pulling out a gift from behind him and handing it over to the little girl, “Merry Christmas from Santa.”

“The box is huge!” Haley gasped, picking it up and struggling as she carried it to the living room, “Carlos, come on!”

Carlos chuckled softly, standing up and kissing the side of your head before following your sister to the living room, leaving a bewildered you standing stiffly near the doorway. When did he get that gift for your sister? Why did he get that? And, Carlos paid attention to your ramblings?

“That was sweet of your man to get Haley a gift,” Your mother nudged your shoulder, dragging you to the kitchen, “Guess he’s set on winning us over.”

“He should, that’s my little girl he’s dating,” Your father turned around, setting the roasted chicken on the table, “One wrong move and I’ll hunt him down.”

“Oh jeez, this is why I don’t bring anyone home,” You groaned, helping your mother set the table, “Don’t scare him off, dad. Play nice.”

“I will, I’m just teasing,” He pulled you in for a hug, patting your back with a smile, “Nice to have you home, sweetie.”

Peering over your father’s shoulder, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat upon seeing Carlos and Haley opening the gift with the biggest smiles on their faces.

“Haley, return Carlos to your sister!” Your mother called out, taking her seat on the table, “It’s dinner time!”

Carlos smiled as he took a seat next to you, leaning in to whisper, “Guess I have my new favorite Y/L/N now.”

“Oh shut up, Sainz,” You playfully rolled your eyes and pinched his arm lightly, “I didn’t know you bought her a gift.”

Shrugging with a small smile, he poured the wine into your glass and replied, “It was nothing.”

You raised an eyebrow and began to eat, “Nothing you say? Haley, what’d Carlos get you?”

“The best gift ever,” Haley exclaimed with her mouth full of mashed potatoes, “New roller skates and headphones! It’s like he read my mind!”

Your mother turned to Carlos with a smile, “You didn’t need to get her such extravagant gifts, Carlos.”

“Oh, it’s just a small thing, Mrs. Y/L/N,” Carlos smiled, taking a bite of the chicken off his fork, “This food is great, Mr. Y/L/N, it’s too bad Y/N didn’t get your cooking skills.”

“All she does is just sit and wait for me to finish cooking,” Your father replied with a chuckle, taking a sip of his wine, “This wine is really good too, thanks for bringing it in.”

“Enough about food, let’s talk about you two,” Your mother gushed, turning to you with a smile, “Carlos, what do you like most about our little girl?”

“The question is what’s there not to like about her,” Carlos smiled, turning his attention to you and patting your knee gently, “I’ve been looking for love my whole life, and it was in front of me this whole time.”

“That’s just the sweetest thing ever,” Your mother replied, looking at the both of you fondly, “How long have the two of you been dating?”

“Nearly a year,” You replied nonchalantly, trying to get over what Carlos had just said, “Although, he was my best friend before he was my boyfriend.”

Carlos couldn’t help but yearn for what could have been if he had confessed to you. But, he was always afraid of losing you as his friend, which is why he settled to just being your best friend.

It wasn’t long until everyone called it a night, you felt a bit guilty for lying to your family about dating Carlos because they seemed to love him a whole lot. Especially Haley – you always had a standard that they must get along with your sister. Carlos did.

“That was an eventful dinner,” Carlos broke the silence in the car, glancing over at you, “I actually had fun. They’re great people.”

You snapped out of your daze and gave him a small smile, “Yeah, I love them. They’re a handful but I’m lucky.”

“You know your dad threatened me before we left,” He chuckled softly, keeping his eyes on the road, “He said I should take good care of you.”

Muttering under your breath, you looked out the window, “You already do.”

“Uh, Y/N, I wanted to talk about something,” Carlos said, pulling up to your apartment and turning to look at you, “It’s a bit important.”

Taking a deep breath, you looked back at him and rambled, “I like you. Wait, no. I think I love you. I know I’m an idiot for not realizing sooner, but I just saw how you were with my family, especially Haley, and I realized that I want you there. Every occasion or even no occasion! I just want you with me. Not as my best friend.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Carlos smiled to himself, running a hand through his hair, “You know you talk too much?”

“I know, I do,” You whined, “I just had to get it out of my system.”

“And, you took the words out of my mouth,” He reached over for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, “So…can this be a real thing?”

“We do have go get back to square one though,” You mumbled, looking at him, “We skipped the first date, first kiss, and all that jazz and went way ahead with spending the holida- mmph!”

Carlos leaned over to pull you in for a kiss with you melting into his touch, the two of you smiling to yourselves with the moonlight illuminating through the dashboard.

“You talk too much,” Carlos pulled away, whispering as he leaned his forehead against yours, “So…mi novia. It has a good ring to it.”

Playfully hitting his shoulder, you leaned back against the seat and covered your face, “God, I feel like a teenage girl all over again.”

“Best Christmas by far,” He grinned, mirroring your actions and sighing happily, “Santa granted my biggest wish after 3 years.”

“How adorable,” You pouted, reaching over to pinch his cheeks, “You liked me first.”

Carlos groaned, playfully rolling his eyes, “You fell for me too, anyways.”

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Yours In Every Lifetime

Carlos Sainz Jr x Teammate!Fem!Reader

Warnings: a few swear words, being sick, throwing up and a slightly gross description of, a bit of tension between Carlos and Daniel, some sort of mystery illness, ignoring feelings, alcohol and the consumption of, confessions of love, few kisses, being tipsy/drunk, Rupert being matchmaker pt.2, the boys being the best secret keepers.

Word Count: 6.8k

Author’s Note: the highly requested part two!! I hope I lived up to y’all expectations :) **also I skipped Hungary straight to summer break, just go with it :) // anyone who showed an interest in part one, I tagged below! hope that’s okay :))

Part One: In This Lifetime Or Another // Part Three: ‘Till Death Do Us Part

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2022, Sunday @ France

The door knocked, quarter past 9 in the morning and you weren’t set to leave until 10:30. Was Pat already coming to bug you? You call out that you're coming and you head over to open the door.

“Room service,” the man smiled at you, waiting to step in. You let him step by, “I didn’t order anything.” You tell him, watching as he stops the cart and shifts the tray onto the table in your room.

“It’s from another guest.” he says, going to step back out. “Hold on!” You call after him, reaching for your wallet to give him a tip.

The man shakes his head, “that won’t be necessary, miss. It’s been taken care of. Have a nice day,” he smiles at you before leaving you in the doorway.

Your brows pull together as you shut the door and walk over to see what had been sent to you. There’s a large tray on the table, there's all your favourite breakfast foods but when you see the toast with no crust, you realize who had sent you breakfast. There’s a note tucked under the plate and you pull it out.

Good luck Pep.

XO, Chilli

You smile to yourself before finding your phone to send a text to the man.

To Chilli Sainz: Come help me eat all this.

It’s another 5 minutes before there’s a knock on your door and you call out to come in. When you turn, you’re met with a bright red t-shirt screaming at you. “Good morning,” you smile at him, pouring out a cup of coffee before sitting down.

Carlos locks the door and walks over, pressing a kiss to your head. “Morning cariño,” he walks around and sits across from you. You slide the cup over to him and pour out another one for you.

The two of you split the food, eating in comfortable silence. You hadn’t done this since his days at McLaren. It was nice to know that some things don’t change.

He broke the silence first. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“About what?” You hum, taking a bite of your toast and clearly ignoring the tension weighing on you both.

Neither of you had spoken since Austria. Rupert had come back just after Carlos admitted that to you and picked up Harlow, Carlos had left with them.

“Nothing.” He breathes, watching as you take a sip of your coffee. Your hand waivers for a moment before you set the cup down after taking a sip; Carlos notices.

“You okay?” he asks, picking at a piece of watermelon.

“Fine, why?” you ask, passing a hand through your hair and sighing. “You look kinda..”

“What?” you look at him, resting your hand flat on the table. “You look pale, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just jetlag.” You lie, fully well knowing it was not that.

You had been feeling woozy since Tuesday but you brushed it off and assumed it was the heat and the travelling. You were now starting to think it was more than that and you weren't even sure if you’d be able to drive if you kept feeling like this. Today was an important race, points were needed to bump McLaren up and both you and Daniel needed to be in tip top shape.

Carlos leaves 15 minutes later, telling you he’d see you around the track.

You two arrive 20 minutes after each other and you bump onto your favourite ginger on the way to the McLaren garage. “How are you?” He asks, pulling you into a hug that makes you lose your balance for a second.

“Good, how are you ?” you ask, pulling away.

“Good, hot.” He chuckles, glancing up at the sun shining down on the track. You nod, pulling your shirt away from your torso a few times, giving yourself some cool air. You make your way to the garage, collapsing into a chair when you step inside, the sun and you were not friends today.

“Daniel!” you call for your teammate, making grabby hands at his water bottle. He hands it over to you, leaning on the all next to you as he watches you chug the water down.

“You okay?” He asks and you groan; those stupid words again.

“I’m fine, Dan.” you hand him back the almost empty water bottle and stand. “Ready for today ?” You smile at him.

Daniel’s hands are on your shoulders, giving you a shake. “Let’s fucking get it!” He shouts, making you laugh and you shallow the urge to puke. You excuse yourself to change, making your way to your driver’s room only to empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

You hadn't left your driver's room yet and you were sweating through your fireproofs. You changed into another pair and pulled your race suit up to your hips. It’s nearly 40 degrees out today, and you were not built for the heat.

The walk back to the garage which usually took 2 minutes felt like a whole mile and between the heat and the blurred vision you were currently having, you wanted to call out of the race.

You can’t.

They need the points.

You need the points.

You force yourself into the car, putting on your helmet and taking a few breaths before pulling out of the garage.

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The race was nothing but a mindfuck.

Even completely fine, Paul Ricard did not sit well with you, leaving you dizzy every time. The heat and the blurry vision caused you to swerve a bit, clipping Pierre’s front wing with yours as you rounded turn 4 and you both had to pit for a change. 98% of the race, you weren't exactly sure where you were and you were following whoever was in front of you.

It was a kick in the side to know that you could have done better but you didn’t. You had a few slips, swerving which caused you to drop a few places and end in 7th. When you pull into parc fermé, you lean back and rest your eyes for a few moments as you try to gather the strength to get out of the car.

One tug and you pull your helmet off and your balaclava in another tug. You pass a hand through your hair and lean your head back, catching your breath. Your head is spinning and pounding simultaneously all while your heart is racing and you can hear it in your ears at this point. Someone pats your shoulder and you look over to see your teammate, Daniel.

“P7, not too shabby.” He smiles at you, his signature grin on his face.

You hum, eyes closed. Daniel’s brows pull together as he looks down at you in the car. He crouches down, shifting himself to block you from the cameras.

“Talk to me, what’s going on? You look like you’re gonna pass out, kid.” Daniel loved to call you kid even though you were only 8 years younger than him.

“I feel like it,” you give him a soft chuckle, sitting up to pull your wheel off.

Daniel watches you struggle for a minute before pulling it off for you, resting it under the halo as he gets up.

Daniel grabs your hand, helping you out the car as you two head back to the garage. His arm is over your shoulder; a typical stance from the two of you to the large crowd but to you, Daniel was your only support at the moment. All your weight was being rested on the man as he walked you two back to the garage. Straight past the crew and to your driver’s room before he sets you down on the couch.

No one thought anything of it but Carlos noticed you and Daniel passing by. The way you were leaning on him resembled a very drunk you leaving the club; except he knew you weren’t drunk so what was really going on?

He excused himself from the crowds and followed you two back to your driver’s room.

Daniel rests your helmet on your table, watching as you tug on the strap of your race suit, undoing it before unzipping it. You tug the race suit down to your hips and lay back, Daniel comes over, switches on the fan in your room and holds the drink bottle out for you, resting the straw by your lips.

“Small sips,” he tells you, the palm of his hand pressed to your forehead to feel for a temperature.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks you when you sit up, “light headed, dizzy.” you whisper, eyes closed.

“Do you want to see the doctor? I think you should, kiddo.” “No! I’m fine,” you assure the man.

You weren’t fine. Something was definitely wrong and you couldn't place what it was but you knew it wasn't okay. You probably picked up a stomach bug or it was one of those one day fever stints but the heat and the 2 hours spent driving in circles was not helping.

“Y/n, I'm taking you to see the doctor, come on.” He pulls you up but you drop back onto the couch. “Danny, I'm fine. Just need some rest.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” Daniel grumbles, “this is more than needing rest, y/n.”

“Daniel please, I don't want to go.” You finally look at him and Daniel sighs. He goes to speak but there's a knock on your door. He opens it and he’s surprised to see the Ferrari race suit in front of him.

“Carlos ?” he didn’t even have time to say much else when the Spaniard pushed into the room. “You shouldn’t be here,” Daniel says.

He knew you and Carlos were on rocky terms but he also knew that you two had shared a moment in Austria. Daniel was like the annoying big brother that you always wanted and you found yourself opening up to him randomly, telling him everything that was on your chest. He had always been a shoulder to cry on when things go wrong or the same shoulders that lift you up in triumph when you succeed.

Carlos ignored Daniel, now crouched down in front of you. His hands rests on your knees, his eyes studying your pale, sweaty skin. “Qué sucedió? Estás bien?” he asks you softly, rubbing your knee.

You shrug, head back and your eyes closed as you speak. “No me siento muy bien, claramente.” Even when you were sick, you still found a way to give him attitude.

Daniel didn’t know you understood Spanish, let alone spoke it. “Hate to break up the moment, but she seriously needs to see the doctor and Carlos, mate - you’ve gotta go.”

Something in Carlos flips, he gets up and turns to Daniel. “You think so ? You think she needs to see the doctor ?” He scoffs, his arms folded across his chest. “She’s your teammate, Daniel. How the fuck could you let her race in that condition ?” He shouts, now pointing to you and you have no energy to keep up with them and their bickering.

“Me?” Daniel points to himself. “Am I her keeper, Carlos ? Yes, I’m her teammate and I asked her multiple times if she's okay. She assured me she was and she didn't look like that before the race so don’t put this shit on me,” he shouts back at the Ferrari driver.

“Get out.” Carlos says plainly. That caught your attention, you manage to pull yourself up and your hand is pressed to the armrest of the couch to hold your balance.

“What ?” Daniel scoffs, clearly amused at Carlos’ sudden display of interest in you.

“Carlos, stop it.” you whisper, the words barely coming out. “Dan, you don’t have-”

“No, no.” Your teammate sighs, “it’s okay. I’m a phone call away if you need me, kid.” Daniel tells you, stepping out and leaves you with Carlos, who turns to face you and you look at him, the disgust on your face making him sick to his stomach.

“Where's Pat?” He asks, knowing your PT is never too far from you. “Had a family emergency, left mid race.” You hum, sipping on the water from the bottle Daniel left on the couch.

“Okay,” Carlos paces the room for a second, “clearly you can’t go to press like that.” He tells you and you roll your eyes.

“I think I look great.” You say, now sitting on the couch again. Carlos smiles, coming over to brush the hair from your face. “You always look beautiful.” He says, looking around for something.

He grabs your phone off the table, “password?”

“Same as it’s always been.” You tell him, he nods. The two of you had set the same password after a mishap in Japan 2019 where one of you -cough, him, cough- got a little too drunk and couldn’t remember their room number or the password to their phone which had the room number in it. After that day, you set the same password for emergencies like that.

He calls Rupert and tells him he needs a huge favour and within the next ten minutes, Rupert is in your driver’s room with a change of clothes for Carlos and is willing to stay with you during Carlos’s time with the press. You assure both of them that none of this is necessary and that you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself. Based on the fact that you were about to fall asleep mid sentence, they both ignored your assurance and Rupert stayed with you for that hour before Carlos came back.

Your team was more than understanding, it was clear you weren’t in the best of conditions right now and needed the rest.

Your health takes priority over any press.

At some point, he takes you out the back and to the parking lot, you’re strapped into the car as he pulls out. You’re in and out of consciousness for most of the drive before the car stops and he takes you up to your hotel room. It’s early in the afternoon compared to when the drivers usually return so you don’t have any paparazzi to deal with before heading upstairs.

You aren't fully sure how you change out of your clothes or how you get onto the bed with a thermometer stuck under your arm but you were. You heard Carlos tell you have a fever before you fell asleep.

It feels like a long time that you had been asleep before you woke up with the sudden urge to throw up. You aren't even sure if Carlos is still in the room but you’re off the bed and into the bathroom in record time. You’re now kneeling in front of the toilet, throwing up for the second time that day; you hadn't eaten anything other than some eggs and toast, coffee and a few pieces of fruit that morning but all of that had been emptied prior to the race. At this point, it was just the water you had been drinking in order to keep yourself hydrated and stomach acid.

It burned your throat when it came up and by the time you were done, you were exhausted.

Carlos knocked on the door, sticking his head in to see you on the floor, leaning on the cupboards under the counter. When he steps in, you’re leaned over and throwing up again. He moves to behind you, pulling your hair away from your face and rubbing your back softly.

You groan, wiping your mouth on the sleeve of your hoodie before leaning back against Carlos. The man props you up for a moment, flushing the toilet before helping you pull off the hoodie. He tosses it off to the side before letting you fall back against him.

“You don’t have to be here.” You whisper to him.

“I know.” He answers, his hand reaching to hold yours.

“You know I’ve never felt this way about anyone else.” You say and he looks down at you, “what ?”

“You always pushed me to be my best, it’s funny because I haven’t found that anyone else.” You admit to him.

Carlos brushes the hair from your hair, writing up your words to sleepy delirium before carrying you to bed. He sets you on the bed, your words running through his mind over and over. He puts the trashcan next to the bed in case you need to throw up again and he sits beside you, rubbing your side softly before pulling the blanket up to your waist.

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2022, Monday @ France

The next morning, the sun wakes you up. You sit up and stretch the stiffness away as you look around and adjust to the sudden light in the room. You look over to see the man sleep on his stomach, his hands tucked under the pillow and his brown hair sprawled all over. The sight warms your heart when you lean over to kiss his cheek but then you remember the events of last night; you decide against it before getting up to get yourself ready. An hour in the bathroom, two rounds of brushing your teeth and a shower from head to toe and you were finally starting to feel clean.

When you get out of the bathroom, you find Carlos sitting on the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Smells like lavender,” he calls, laying back on the pillows.

“Yeah, my shampoo.” you tell him, looking for your lotion.

The fluffy white robe was wrapped around you as you searched. You climb onto the bed when you find it, stretching your leg out to rub the lotion on your skin.

“How you feeling ?” he asks, looking over at you.

“Better; not wanting to puke so that’s a plus.” you chuckle. Carlos nods, “no more dizziness or anything like that?” he asks you, double checking.

“All clear now; I think it was probably one of those one day fever bullshit.” You shrug, getting up to look for something to wear. “You hungry ?” he asks, rolling over to grab the room service menu off the nightstand.

“Kinda.” you find some shorts and a t-shirt and disappear into the bathroom to get dressed. When you come back, Carlos is on the phone ordering breakfast for you two while you search for your own phone.

You find it and scroll through what you missed as you get back onto the bed. There’s a few emails to answer and texts but one person crosses your mind.

To Danny Ric: I’m sorry for his behaviour yesterday. He’s an ass sometimes

From Danny Ric: An ass that clearly cares about you. All good kiddo, I'll blame it on the heat haha

From Danny Ric: Feeling better?

To Danny Ric: much, needed some rest and meds but I’m feeling better.

To Danny Ric: Still good for Ibiza ??

From Danny Ric: Of course! Gotta get through Hungary first but we’ll head out home to repack and then head out from there

To Danny Ric: perfect :) I know you fly out today, have a safe flight

From Danny Ric: will do, be safe and make smart choices kiddo (use protection!)

To Danny Ric: GROSS!

You laugh at Daniel’s message and toss your phone on the other end of the bed. “What’s so funny?” Carlos asks, you shake your head. “Just Daniel being a weirdo.”

“Food should be up in 15.” He tells you and you nod, laying back beside him. “Any plans for the break?” Carlos asks, making small talk to fill the awkward silence.

“Yeah, headed to Ibiza with Danny for a week or two; undecided how long. You?”

“That’s nice,” Carlos says, “I'm headed there too but going home to spend some time with the family in Mallorca first.”

“Good, good. I know how much you guys love it there.” You glance at him and he smiles, nodding.

A part of Carlos wants to tell you to ditch Daniel and come home with him.

He knows you love Mallorca as much as he does; the two of you had spent one half of the winter break there together before spending he went home to Madrid with his family and you went home to yours. He knew it would be wrong of him to interfere with your plans so he left it as it is, not wanting to push his luck.

He counts his blessing that you let him back in this much so quickly because after the whole Ferrari announcement fiasco, he realized how hard it had gotten for you to trust people. The warm, bubbly side of you slipped away and it had been since before he left McLaren.

Carlos never forgave himself for that because somehow, in some twisted way, he feels like it’s his fault you lost your innocence. You shut out people and showed them some facade when he knows there’s a different version of you buried all of that; a side of you that only he knows.

“Maybe I’ll see you in Ibiza,” he smiles and you nod, smiling back at him.

“Maybe.”

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Mallorca, 2022.

It’s the third week into your four week break and you had been in Ibiza for the last two weeks. You had bumped into Max and Charles there but no sign of the Spaniard.

Daniel had called it quits after the two weeks of partying and day drinking, heading back home to Monaco to rest for the next two weeks. You, on the other hand, were not ready to give up just yet. You found yourself in Spain for some of the Spanish sunshine because nothing beats the feeling. Some of your girlfriends were coming to meet you up there but not for another few days.

And that’s how you found yourself on a beach in Mallorca all by yourself. You were laying on the lounger, a beer on the table beside you and your book in your hand as you soaked up the warmth the sun was giving you.

At least you were until something, rather someone, blocks the sun from you. You shut the book and push your sunglasses into your hair and away from your face. You look up and see the tall, slightly tanner ginger standing in front of you.

“Rup?!” You can't help but laugh because it felt so unreal and random to bump into him here of all places. “Hey you.” he smiles, sitting on the end of your lounger.

“What're you doing here?” you ask, “I could ask you the same thing.” He answers.

“Where are the girls?” you look around for his wife and daughter.

“They’re with Alex’s friends today, they kicked me out to have a girls’ day so I ended up. Last I saw, you were on a jet ski at 4am in Ibiza.” He laughed, “how’d you end up here?”

“Daniel headed back to Monaco and I was craving some more sunshine and I ended up here. My friends are coming but they won’t be here for another 2 days.”

“So I take it you have no plans for tonight then?”

“Unless you count wine and pizza as plans but other than that, no.”

“Come to dinner; We’re all at Carlos’ place. I’ll text you the address.” He says, getting up. You shook your head, “I couldn’t impose like that.”

“No imposition, y/n. You’re family too.” He gives you a smile before walking off. A few minutes later, you get a text for him which was the address.

Too late to back out now.

---

The baby blue linen dress sat on your body perfectly and yet you felt like you were overdressed for this. Nonetheless, you knocked on the door and waited.

Carlos opened the door, his eyes widen and his head falls to the side when he sees you. “Pep, what are- hi.” He smiles, confusion on his face. “What’re you doing here?” He eyes the baby blue dress you had on.

“I uh- I bumped into Rupert at the beach and he invited me for dinner. I hope that’s okay.” You say before lifting your arm slightly to show Carlos the two bottles you were cradling. “I wasn’t sure if it was a wine night or a whiskey one, so I brought both.”

Carlos laughed, stepping aside for you to come in. Rupert was walking to the kitchen when he noticed you. “Y/n! You made it!” he smiles, walking over to meet you. He takes one of the bottles from you and reads the label, he faces Carlos and shows him. “She splurged for the good stuff,” he wiggled the bottle in front of his friend before he led you to the back deck where everyone was.

“Daniel said it was a good one,” you chuckle at the man’s reaction. Carlos’ smile drops. “Is he.. here too?” Carlos asks and you shake your head.

“No no, he’s back in Monaco. I called him from the store.” You laughed.

“Boys! This is y/n, and she brought booze. Say hi!” Rupert sets the bottle down and you follow suit, waving hi to the guys. You knew most of them, Carlos’s cousins and a few of his friends.

“Hope I’m not crashing the party,” you laugh when Caco calls you over next to him.

“You’re always welcomed,” he nudged you, handing you a beer.

Dinner was nice, you hadn’t laughed that hard a long time. Everyone was sitting at the table outside and you were sandwiched between the two Carlos’ as you sipped on your wine. The guys had opened the bottle of whiskey you brought halfway through dinner and are now polishing off the last of it. You watched as Rupert poured the last into a glass, shaking out the last drops and handing it over to Carlos who was sitting to your left.

“Speech, speech, speech!” The guys drunkenly chanted to their friend.

Carlos stands, the glass in his hand as he clears his throat. “To family and friends, to spending nights together, to laughing until we cry, to love and life,” he glances at you with a smile on his face, “cheers!” he lifts the glass, the guys booing at the shortness of the toast and he laughed, sipping the whiskey.

The table is covered in empty bottles and plates, everyone drunk and full, on their way to bed. You and Caco bring in the last of the plates before he kisses your temple, telling you goodnight and heading to bed himself.

Most of the guys had claimed the bedrooms already so you were about to make yourself comfortable on the couch instead of searching for a room when you found Carlos half asleep on the couch.

“Chilli,” you nudged him, sitting beside him. Your tipsiness starting to wear off. “Carlosssss” you call, shaking him and he finally looks at you. “What what whaaaat?” he sleepily smiles.

“Go to bed,” you give him a shove and he topples off the couch from the lack of balance. You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh. Carlos sits up and rubs his arm, “are you okay?” you ask, slipping off your sandals.

“Fine, why are you laying down?” he gets up, looking at you as you make yourself comfortable on the couch. “I’m going to sleep?” You say as if it was obvious.

“Here? No.” he grabs your hand, pulling you to sit up. “Come to bed with me.”

“What ?”

“What- no! I can’t let you sleep on the couch when I have a whole bed to myself.” Carlos is pulling you up the stairs with him to his bedroom.

You toss yourself on the bed, sinking into the soft covers. “Why didn’t you let me stay here last time?” you glance at the man who was getting on the bed.

“You’re the one that suggested different rooms, I told you to stay with me.” He reminds you of your words from the Christmas trip to Mallorca. You ignore him and pull the covers over you.

“I was serious, you know.” He whispers into the silence and you look back over at him. “Serious about?” You ask.

Carlos turns to face you. “What I said in Austria; I miss you.”

“I’m here, aren't I?” You whisper, facing him.

“That's not what I mean, y/n, and you know that.”

You sigh, running a hand over your face. You had sobered up a bit since dinner and so had he but was anything he said true? Did he really mean it or was it just some twisted way of keeping you close? You were all but 22 when you realized you were in love with your teammate.

Is that really even love or was it just the fact that you two spent so much time together that it developed into more?

“What do you mean then, Carlos? What do you want me to say?” You sigh once more.

"Kiss me.” He says.

You look at the man as if he had grown a second head. “What?”

Carlos doesn’t repeat himself, instead he pulls you in for a kiss. He managed to pull you onto his lap, you don’t fight him on that. One hand cupping his cheek and the other on the back of his neck, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.

The way his hands fit against your back or the way you sit perfectly against him, from the moment his lips touched yours, it was game over.

Feelings over complicated things.

No need for that.

Two people can enjoy each other’s company without feelings and strings attached.

Carlos flips you two over, you caged in under his arms as you look up at him. You smile, his cheek flushed and his hair a mess from you running your hand through it. Surely your pink chapstick has smudged all over and you knew for a half that your dress had been pulled down just enough for him to leave a mark or two across your chest.

The man leans down to kiss you again, whispering the 3 words you had hoped to hear since you were 22; “I love you.”

You let out a breath, your eyes meeting his brown ones. “I love you.” You whispered back.

So much for no feelings.

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The next morning, the balcony door was cracked open to let some air into the room but Carlos was still fast asleep next to you. The house was quiet and surely the guys were still sleeping too; with the amount of liquor they drank last night, there’s no way anyone was waking up before noon. Surprisingly, you woke up with no headache which was a win. It was a little past 10 when you quietly got out of the bed in hopes of not waking Carlos. You peek into the drawers to find something to change into and you find some before changing and heading downstairs.

There’s no one downstairs, the guys were as you suspected, still sleeping. You tidying up the kitchen quietly, washing the dishes before starting on breakfast.

It’s a while before you hear the footsteps on the stairs and you turn to see Carlos coming down, his hair a mess and his eyes puffy from sleep. He sits on the stool by the counter, “cute outfit.” He eyes the blue shorts and salmon colour button up you had on with a smile on his lips.

“Thanks, hope you don’t mind.” You call, your attention on the bacon on the stove.

“I figured you borrowed something - saw your dress on the chair.” He yawns, dropping his head onto his arms on the counter. He looked up again, cheek pressed to his arm, “you don’t have to make breakfast you know, we can just go out somewhere.”

“There’s no cure better for a hangover than some greasy breakfast food; and before you complain, there's still 2 weeks to work it back off so I don’t want to hear it.” You point the spatula at him as he laughed.

He gets up, turning on the coffee machine to make coffee for the two of you, he’s leaning on the counter behind you as he waits, his eyes fixed on you as you hummed whatever song was on your mind as you cooked.

He could get used to this; domestic life with you. A quiet morning, the two of you enjoying the silence before the kids join you or in this case, the guys.

You turn to grab something from the counter behind you and you bump into Carlos. “Hi,” you look up at him, “hi,” he smiles. His hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“The guys gonna be down soon,” you whisper to him, noticing the glint of wickedness in his big brown eyes.

Carlos shrugs, turning the two of you so you’re against the counter before he hoists you onto it. His fingers find the buttons on your shirt, undoing them as he peppers your face with kisses.

“Carlos,” you breathe, his lips on your neck. He hums against your skin, “they’ll be down soon.”

“So?” He asks, moving back to kiss you.

The moment his lips touch yours, you lose all track of time, his hands roaming your body, chest pressed to yours as your legs wrap around his waist. It wasn’t long after that you two were interrupted by the smoke alarm starting to blare, the bacon on the stove had started to burn and neither of you noticed until then. At that point, neither of you had a choice but to pull away and go fix the situation.

Carlos took down the alarm, shutting it off while you moved the bacon off the stove and turned it off before opening the doors and windows to let the smoke out.

You two were looking at each other, laughing. The footsteps start to fill the once quiet hour and Carlos stands in front of you, his back to the staircase as he quickly buttons up the shirt he just undid before the guys come down.

“What happened?” Rupert asks, rubbing his eyes.

“Bacon burnt, accidentally set the stove too high.” you hum, going to the fridge to get more as Carlos made himself some coffee.

The boys pitched in to finish cooking breakfast, all of you scattered across the couches and floor as you ate your greasy food and drank coffee. The promise of no more mixing liquor was spoken just as they begun making plans to go to the club later that night. After that, everyone tidying up the rest of the mess, restoring some order to the house before heading off one by one to shower or go for a run, the guys busying themselves as you sat outside, soaking up the warmth under the Spanish sun.

Someone hands a glass to you, you take it and look over to see Carlos sitting beside you. “Mom’s lemonade,” he tells you as you eye the yellow liquid in the glass. “She made some for us to bring.” he lays back, his arms tucked behind his head.

You nod, taking a sip before setting the glass down.

“I meant it.” He says to you.

“Meant what ?” You know exactly what he meant.

“I love you, y/n. I always have.” Carlos looks at you. “I’ve loved you from the moment I met you, from the first time you walked into the room, from when you won your first race, to the time you spent bothering me; you’re the love of my life.”

“Seems a bit dramatic.” you teased him, making him roll his eyes. “Remember what you asked me in Austria?”

“Which part are you asking about specifically?”

“When you asked if we could have been something else,” he sits up, facing you. You nod, looking at him. “You told me if we had met some other way then maybe we could have been more, in some other lifetime.” He reminds you.

“What about it?” You ask.

“Why wait? Not this one?”

“What are you really asking me, Carlos ?”

“What are we waiting for, y/n? We love each other and we both know that life is so short; we put ourselves at risk with our jobs everyday. I’m not giving that up and I’m not asking you too but why can’t we try?” He reaches for your hand, and you glance down at them before looking back at him.

“You’re serious ? Because I can’t go through this again - us not speaking, us being at odds. I can’t if this won’t work.” You admit to him.

Carlos nods, “I know. So we’ll try. Us against the world, remember ?” he reminds you of what you used to tell him before team meetings.

You smile, nodding. “Yeah.”

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Three Years Later @ Barcelona.

After that night in Mallorca with Carlos, things started to fall into place.

McLaren sat in a solid 4th place that year in the Constructors’. The following year, you brought home the Drivers’ and Constructors’ Championships for the team alongside Daniel. You said goodbye to your beloved papaya team and made the move down the pit line to Mercedes. Your first year there, you won your second Drivers’ championship, adding another win to Mercedes’ impressive history.

You’re now in your second year with Mercedes, with George as your teammate. You’ve got two championships under your belt, you're also one of the top 3 contenders for this year’s championship alongside Charles and Max.

You couldn’t be more than happy with your life.

It's the Spanish Grand Prix, summer break is two races away and there has been talk of a wedding amongst the drivers. The reporters and fans have been swarming like sharks to find out who’s getting married.

Bets are on George and Carmen or even Alex and Lily but no one even so much looked in your direction or Carlos’.

It's known that you and Carlos are both in relationships, very private and your significant other is never at the paddock but yet you two post photos displaying some mystery person in very romantic contexts. You’ve also been spotted with a ring looped onto your chain with your driver’s number on it. No one can confirm whether it’s real or not because it’s all been word of mouth and there’s no actual proof.

The reporters are swarming once again in the press conference, asking what everyone is up to for the break. It's Carlos, you, Mick, Alex, Daniel and Pierre in the afternoon press conference. They had tried their luck in the morning conference with the other drivers, asking if they’d be heading to this mystery wedding only to get a yes and a sly smile.

The man asks the question; “what’s everyone up too for the break?” Starting with Daniel.

Daniel shrugs, “headed home for my nephew’s birthday after the wedding.”

Pierre and Mick had the same answers, “the wedding and then travelling.”

Alex of course, had to tease the reporters. “Well you know, Lily and I have big plans for this break, we're getting.. another dog!” He laughed at their groans and reactions. “Of course we're headed to the wedding too.”

You glance at Carlos who smiles at you and gives you a slight nod before the reporter turns to you. “So, y/n. Will you be at this mystery wedding as well?” He asks and you laugh.

Your leg was crossed over the other, blocking your left hand that sat on your lap. The diamond ring sat snugly on your left ring finger. “I would think so,” you smile and the reporter asks another question, “invite get lost in the mail?” he jokes, earning some chuckles.

“I’d hope not since it’s my wedding.” You laughed, the room went silent for a moment trying to gauge if you’re serious or not. Carlos reaches over to your lap, holding your left hand to show off the big rock. He kisses the back of your hand and sets it on his lap.

The drivers erupt cheers, the reporters instantly put two and two together. You and Carlos’ secret relationships had been with each other and you’re getting married now.

You smile at your fiancé, your hand squeezing his. “Te amo,” you whisper to him and he hums, kissing your hand once again.

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Part One: In This Lifetime Or Another // Part Three: ‘Till Death Do Us Part

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lovingperfectionsblog · 2 years

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Ferrari Red

Requested: Yes

I LOVED UR RECENT GASLY FANFIC AHHHHHHH *screams in french* i desperately need you to write like a reader that’s like very sexually promiscuous and flirty around the paddock (she’s a driver, whichever team you choose lol), kinda like a very girly girl that’s very confident and is not afraid to show that she is a woman and that she likes to look good and that her being that way doesn’t take away that she’s very aggressive in the sport and that she’s very good, having won many points. she’s like very charming and smooth and makes everyone blush with her innocent but flirty comments but everyone knows that’s just her being her. but she has like this huge school girl crush on carlos sainz cs they communicate a lot, since her first language is spanish as well, but she thinks carlos doesn’t recuperate her feelings because he never really treats her like anything but a sister, the nicknames and pet names rolling naturally off of both of their tongues, no meaning behind them - or so she thought and like carlos always being shy whenever she flirted with him. so like in one interview they were matched up together since they like to participate a lot in playful banter and they’re fun for the media and he confesses his feelings for her and now it’s her time to blush and be without words

Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader

Summary: Carlos picks possibly the worst moment to tell the truth about how he feels.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex. Kinda slight angst, fluff.

Word Count: 2946 words

Authors note: I did not expect this to go on so long and I really think I love a slightly angsty Carlos, can’t wait to hear what you think :D

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“You know you don’t have to be the best at everything right” Daniel commented as you slid up to the group of boys, causing all of them to divert their eyes to you.

“What on earth do you mean?” it wasn’t often that you were left confused, especially not by Daniel, one of the few drivers who always openly spoke their mind, but this comment left you a little stumped.

“Easily one of the better drivers, clearly better than Lando at the very least” Daniel threw the insult at his teammate, loving the smile it brought to your face, but earning a shove from Lando, “does she, or does she not have more points than you?”

“I have more points than you!” Lando shot back, having checked the points of each of the drivers this morning, and while yes, you definitely had more than him, he definitely had more than Daniel.

“Excuse me, can I carry on giving her the explanation?” he gestured to you, continuing at your nod “you don’t have to dress better than all of us and look so damn good all the time as well”, he finished it off with a wink, you not missing the way his eyes lingered a little too long on your figure.

What you did miss though was the was Carlos’s jaw clenched and how he had to look away, as to not expose his jealousy at Daniels actions.

What Carlos didn’t know was despite as much as looking good was for yourself, there was always a small part of you that hoped he would notice, that he would compliment you, and he did, truly, but never the way you wanted it.

This was a (not so) secret dance you both did out in the open, to the two of you it only being playful banter between two friends, or at least you both thought, but to all of your friends, they all knew the truth, from either his side or yours, how you both actually felt about the other, but too scared to ruin the friendship you had.

So instead, you both settled for this. The playful flirting, the light touches, the smiles you didn’t realize were reserved only for each other.

If this was all you could have, then you would be happy with this.

“Yeah, no one needs to look this good for press you know that right?” Pierre was less secretive about his gaze raking your body in, causing you to blush as you gave a little twirl, showing off your outfit fully.

“Oh honey, you know I’m not dressing up for the press, it’s always for you boys” you teased but the entire group of them couldn’t help but blush at the response, all knowing you were just joking, but the charm was something they couldn’t help but fall for.

“Ferrari red does look good on you” Carlos hummed out, and you weren’t sure if he was talking about the red of your jumpsuit or the red on your cheeks from his comment.

“And you are the one I make sure I look good for the most” you weren’t lying, but he didn’t need to know that.

All the other drivers were rolling their eyes, not that either of you would notice, to engrossed in the conversation you were having with each other.

“Were you inspired by my car that you had to look at in front of you the whole race” Carlos needed to distract himself, he couldn’t fall for you more than he already was.

You shoved his chest playfully at his comment, laughing all the while. He instinctually grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him without a second thought and wrapping his hand around your shoulder, smile growing wider at your laugh.

The next second though, once the laughter had died down, you both realised the position you were in, and neither of you wanted to pull away.

Carlos shot his teammate a wide-eyed glance, indicating his surprise at what he had just done, never thinking he’d actually have the guts to do so.

You on the other hand secretly threw your own look towards Lando, one of your best friends on the grid, and the only one who knew how you actually felt about Carlos. He shot you a sneaky thumbs up, lastly only a split second, hoping none of the other drivers would notice, and truthfully you would have missed if you blinked at the exact same time it was so quick.

In your own secret, non-verbal conversation, Lando tried to mimic shuffling closer to Carlos, encouraging you to worm your way deeper into his embrace, carefully, so not to scare him off, but also in such a way that may be played off as nothing other than friendly.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Daniel looked down at Lando as he was not so subtly shimming his body closer to Daniels as he tried to get you to copy him.

“Nothing” Lando gulped, immediately stopping, staring up at Daniel, internally cringing at the thought of being caught.

“Don’t sit next to me in the press conference” Daniel created some distance between him and Lando as the rest of the drivers laughed, all confused and curious by Lando’s actions.

With all the boys distracted, you took this as your opportunity to move yourself further into Carlos’ side, wrapping both your arms around his waist and hooking them together to settle on his hip, hoping and praying he didn’t reject the comforting. Somehow convincing yourself that he would take it as nothing other than friendly. You relaxed as you felt his grip on your shoulders tighten, pulling you further in. Okay, thank goodness, he did see at as friendly, and not as you desperately seeking out the touch of the man you had fallen absolutely head over heels for. You couldn’t do anything else but smile at the ground, hoping none of the other drivers saw the blush on your face and the absolutely giddy smile you had on.

Charles own smile grew as he watched Carlos looking down at you. He was sure he had never seen anyone as in love as Carlos looked at this moment. He wished he knew how to get you to realize how the Spaniard felt about you, but Carlos made him promise not to get involved. Carlos had begged him to keep it a secret. Honestly, he thought it was a risk Carlos should be willing to take, but he also understood his fear. No one could ever really get an accurate reading on who you liked, you were kind and flirty with everyone, and you had never mentioned ever being interested in someone before, so no one ever truly knew. But Charles knew his friend, and Carlos was in love with you.

“Hey, drivers, first lot are going to be done in 10, so if you could start heading down for your conference, thanks” the media manager was so quick to pop their head in and out to relay the information and it had to an extent sobered you and Carlos up, both of you awkwardly letting the other go, creating some distance between the two of you.

Without a word, you all began making your way down to your duties, wanting nothing more than for it to be over and done with. In your movements Lando slid in next to you as Carlos had caught up with Charles in front of you.

Lando glanced at Carlos, making sure he was far away enough before he began speaking with you about what just happened.

“He absolutely has to like you back” Lando was gushing over the both of you, refusing to accept what you had already, that Carlos saw you as nothing but a friend.

“He likes me as much as Pierre likes me” you shot back, not wanting Lando to get your hopes up. You couldn’t handle that, not before press. You weren’t good at hiding your disappointment well and the press always seemed to be able to pick up on it.

“Pierre wants to fuck you” Lando deadpanned.

“Don’t you all?” the knowing look on your face made Lando gulp, feeling slightly guilty at the truth of it, “just because you want to sleep with someone doesn’t mean you like them” there was sadness in your voice, Lando could hear it, and he wanted to be able to fix it. He was certain Carlos felt the same way about you as you did him, but you had made him promise to just leave it, not wanting to risk the friendship with Carlos.

“Okay, yes, Pierre definitely does want to fuck you, but Carlos-“ stopping mid-sentence when you placed a hand on his arm.

“Please Lando, I don’t want to get my hopes up, he doesn’t feel the same, and if he did, chances are he would say something” you were shocked at how your own voice wavered at your plea, but you recovered fairly quickly, smiling at Lando again.

“Okay, fine” Lando didn’t want to upset you, but his frustration was getting the better of him in this scenario, “just remember, guys get nervous too” and with that he dropped it.

“So that was good no?” Charles whispered to Carlos, shooting a glance back at you.

“She just sees me as a friend” Carlos just shoved his hands into his pockets, staring at the ground as he walked, disappointed in the situation he found himself in.

He didn’t want to fall for you, Lord knows he didn’t, but there was just something about you. You were magnetic. There was no one else he related to more than you. No one who made his as happy as you did, No one he wanted to spend more time with, than you. He spent nearly all of his time thinking about you, often finding himself daydreaming of declaring his love for you and you both living happily ever after. But this wasn’t a fairy-tale, this was his life, and despite how he felt about you, you only saw him as a friend.

“Mate, she definitely does not see you as only a friend, I saw what was happening there with you two” Charles tried to argue with him, knowing if he could only get into Carlos’s head he might be able to convince him to do something about it.

“Charles, it’s not worth the risk, please, if all I get are little moments like that, then so be it, but I’m not going to lose her” Carlos chastised his friend, not wanting to have to get into this now, already upset for the press.

“Didn’t take you for a coward” Charles whispered, fully intending on Carlos hearing the dig.

“Yeah, me either” Charles wasn’t expecting the admission from him. Welp, there it was, Carlos was officially in a bad mood for the press.

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“Y/n, question for you” you nodded at the journalist, urging them on, “we know that Carlos is one of the drivers you have the best relationships with on the grid, so in races like today, how does it feel to have to battle against one of your friends for positions and how does a battle like that not spill over into your personal lives?”

“Well, firstly, its difficult to be mad when you’re busy admiring the skill behind driving like that, especially to have to overtake me” you shot Carlos a wink and he brought his hands to his heart, mouthing a thank you as he played along, causing the entire room to laugh, lapping up the content you two were giving them, “but truthfully, with Carlos, there is a sense of pride, as much as I want to win, it feels good to see someone who means that much to you do so well, so on the track, it’s a respectful battle and off the track it’s nothing but celebrations for the other” you answered truthfully. You were always proud seeing Carlos doing well, even if he had beaten you.

Charles looked at his friend, cocking an eyebrow, trying to make his case without saying a word, Carlos just rolled his eye dismissing Charles, assuming this was how you felt about all the drivers.

“But that’s only with Carlos, I’m pretty sure she would fight Daniel if he tried that nonsense with her on track” Lando piped up, causing another round of laughter, Daniel and you both turning to the other, putting up your fists in a mock fight, weaving and dodging in the pretend boxing ring.

“I’d like to see you try little miss” Daniel threw in his own comment, “fastest fighter on this side of Europe”

You stopped, deadpanning at Daniel, “Please, I’ve seen you drive a car, not entirely sure those reflexes hold up old man” causing everyone to laugh again while he threw you a warning look for bring up his age.

Once the laughter had died down, the conference continued, something Carlos had not been paying attention to at all. Truthfully, the entire time his mind had been on the moment you two had shared, and how Charles had called him a coward.

And he really was right.

“Carlos” you nudged him with your mic, trying to get his attention after he ignored the journalists wanting to ask him a question.

“Yes, yes, sorry” he paused, smiling at you, only redirecting his attention back to the journalists after you returned the smile.

“Yes, so, I just wanted to ask, with manoeuvres like today on the track, you must be pretty brave to-“

“I’m not” Carlos cut him off.

The entire room was silent, all eyes on him.

“You’re not?” the journalist tentatively asked, confused at the sharp answer he was given without even finishing his question.

“I’m not brave, not where it matters” he let out a sigh, “I’m a coward”.

Charles was suddenly sitting straighter, eyes wide, frantically trying to get his attention, hoping this was not the moment he was going to pick to do this.

You could hear a pin drop, everyone waiting for Carlos to give a greater explanation for his comment.

“Your driving proves-“ Carlos began shaking his head, dropping it to look at the ground, too ashamed to meet anyone’s eyes.

“It’s not about the driving. Who cares about the driving when something this important exists?” he closed his eyes, only being able to picture the feeling of you at his side, your arms around him, the urge he had to fight in order to not kiss you the head as you curled in on him.

“It’s like, you think you can do anything, and then you meet someone who makes you forget how to even breathe, and then you get close to her, and you assume she’s just going to become a good friend because there’s no one you get along with as well as her, and then one day, out of nowhere she’s the only reason you look forward to coming to races anymore, she’s all you can think about, you can pick her laugh out in a crowd, and you hope to God she feels the same, you know she doesn’t, but you hope anyway, because all you do is daydream about admitting to her how you feel, and in the dream she feels the same, but here, in reality, you’re a coward, and she doesn’t”

What the fuck was he doing?

“Then, when you feel like you couldn’t possibly fall even further, she walks out in Ferrari red, and you resign yourself to the fact that you’ll never know how to breathe again, you know you’ll never know anything else ever again, other than her name”

He sighed.

“But you’re a coward, and she doesn’t feel the same”.

He finally looked up. The room bathed in a shocked silence.

Charles had prepared for nearly every scenario he could think of that had involved you and Carlos, but this was not one of them. He needed you to say something, right now, because he wasn’t sure how he was going fix this one.

“She does” you whispered, causing Carlos to snap his head in your direction.

“What?” there was no way you had said that you did, he was back in the daydream.

“If you’re talking about me, I do, I feel the same, I always have” You had never felt this nervous, please, please please let him be talking about you.

Please.

Carlos was suddenly leaning back in his chair, running his hands down his face and laughing, it was like there was too much happiness in his body and the only way he could get it out was to laugh.

Next he was grabbing your hand and leaning closer to you so he could whisper in your ear, “I’m sorry for making that so public, but once this is done, can we please go talk?”

You were just nodding and smiling, pretty sure that you didn’t give a damn how he had done it, but so thankful that he felt the same, not entirely believing that here you sat, watching the man that you loved kiss your hand and lean back in his chair like this was the most normal thing in the world to have happened, the only thing indicating otherwise was the slight shake in his own hand that stayed laced with yours.

Carlos was then directing his attention back to the crowd of journalists, all still shocked at what they had just witnessed, no one expecting their day to have gone like this.

“Sorry about that, you were asking a question about being brave on track?”

#Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader #Carlos Sainz Jr x You #Carlos Sainz Jr Imagine #Carlos Sainz Jr Oneshot #Carlos Sainz Jr #Carlos Sainz Jr Fluff #f1 #f1 fanfic #monaco #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #lando norris #daniel ricciardo

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leclerckins · 10 months

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steal my girl [cl16]

❀ pairing (s) — charles leclerc x singer!reader

❀ desc — charles is pining, somebody is trying to slide into your dms and charles has been listening to one direction a little bit too much

❀ notes — hi! its dina! totally had this idea randomly after having a one direction listening party alone in my room so i hope you guys like it! (includes google translated french! sorry if its wrong!)

❀ part 2 here!

❀ part 3 here!

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yninstagram oh thanks....my 4 grammys agree <3

joris_trouche call his ASS out

charles_leclerc tu sais déjà à quel point je suis fier de toi (you already know how proud i am of you)

yninstagram et tu sais que tu es ma personne préférée 🤍 (and you know you are my most favourite person)

charles_leclerc je sais :) (i know)

charleswdc23 I AM GOING TO CRY LOOK AT THEM

ynleclerctruther AND WHEN I SAY PARENTS.....

arthur_leclerc I can't help but laugh but SURE!

pierregasly we pretend we don't see it and don't know a thing

yneras am i sensing something or.....

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lilymhe EVERYONE....LOOK AT HER!

yninstagram NO look at YOU

charles_leclerc always in my favourite colour nice to see that

yninstagram it could be carlos's colour actually

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yncharles NOT CHARLES PULLING THE BABYGIRL ACT INFRONT OF EVERYONE LIKE STAND UP.

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the-offside-rule · 2 months

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Carlos Sainz Jr (Scuderia Ferrari) - Un Poco Secreto

Requested: yes

Prompts: 39) "Like what you see?"

40) "Ah, ah, ah, no touching."

41) "Do that thing I like."

Warnings: smut, age gap, overstimulation, fighting over being a dom, alonso!daughter x Carlos Sainz

Y/n gasped as she felt her back hit the door, before Carlos pounced and their lips connected once again. Carlos grunted in disapproval as he reached for the door handle of his Hotel room, trying his best not to break the kiss he had with Y/n. He could feel her smile against his lips. "Having trouble?" She challenged. "Shut...up." He replied simply, making her laugh. "What? I'm just saying what I see." Carlos looked back at her. "Do you want to go back to your room?" He asked. Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "Fine, I'll-" She went to walk past him before Carlos finally opened his door and brought her with him. "We are never going to your room, your room is always beside your father or someone else we know." He said before his lips attacked her neck. She hummed in response. "You're literally right next to Charles."

"That's not the same." He whispered, pushing her towards the bed and taking off his shirt. "And you don't think the team will be suspicious of you going missing?" She asked, her brow arched as Carlos flung his Ferrari shirt to the side and focusing on the buckle of his belt. "I don't give a fuck what they think." He replied, finally getting around the buckle and pulling his trousers down. "Now, let's get to the matter of business." He tugged at the sides of her shorts. "Why the shorts today?" Y/n chuckled as she watched him fiddle with the zipper. "I thought they looked good on me." She replied simply. "And you know, I agree. But keep these for our 'outings' in Monaco." He said, pulling them down and throwing them right next to his shirt.

"Did they drive you that crazy?" She asked as he loomed over her. "Princesa, I drove past the pit wall just to get a look at you, nevermind what I was thinking of doing to you in them." His lips trailed down her toned torso, leaving gentle kisses as he did. Y/n shivered with the feeling, looking down through hooded eyes and seeing the spaniard biting her lace panties and pulling at them. She giggled, running her fingers through his hair. "Show me what you want to do to me." Carlos' lips left a wet trail of hungry kisses all over her, even leaving traces of lilac bruises in a few spots where no one would see them, but in the event someone would, they would know she belonged to him; his own personal stamp.

"As much as I'm enjoying this-" She paused, rolling the pair over and pushing him down into the mattress. "I'd much prefer if I was on top this time." Carlos' brows knotted in confusion. "Why? Do you think I don't do a good enough job?" He asked. "No, I just think I could do better." Grinning, Carlos relaxed into the bed, his hands resting behind his head, watching closely as Y/N straddled him and sat comfortably on his hips. She slowly pulled off her shirt, revealing a matching bra. His lips parted as he took a breath in. "Like what you see?" She asked, running her fingers up his abs. His fingers ran up her thighs until his hands had a firm grip of her ass. She tapped his hands away. "Ah, ah, ah, no touching, Carlitos." She purred. Carlos smirked as he watched her tower over him. "I think you're in for a very long night." Carlos chuckled. "Is that a promise?" He shivered at that question. "I swear." He replied.

Y/n lined herself up with Carlos' cock, teasing by making him wait much longer than he would ever have to. "Please, amor. Just let me feel you." She smiled at his pathetic pleads and gave him what he desired. Her head fell bad in ecstacy as she slid down, trying her best to take him all as best she could. "You need to relax, you don't don't have all of it yet." A wild grin appeared on her face. "Egotistical much?" She was quickly shut up by Carlos raising his hips slightly and pushing in just a bit more. She bit her lip to muffle her moan yet she failed miserably. "You're sounding like you're enjoying this too much." He grimaced as his hands slowly traced lines on the skin of her thigh again. She groaned in annoyance, grabbing his hands and pulling them up over his head, pinning them to the headboard. He looked at her, an element of surprise on his face. "Don't be so impatient." Her hips moved agonisingly slow as she watched how Carlos' mouth fell open. "Eso se siente bien." He groaned, his head falling back into the pillow, showing his delicious jawline. "Me has enseñado bien." She whispered, kissing his throat and continuing on. "You're going to be the death of me, amor."

As she rode him she felt herself coming closer to her high and Carlos could feel it. Her walls tightened around him and her grip on his wrists became tighter as her mind focused on her orgasm. "Lo estás haciendo muy bien, amor. Sigue adelante." Although they were both Spanish, something did it for him speaking to her in Spanish. She felt herself crumbling as his words helped to cloud her mind before she finally reached her high, riding it out and her grip loosening. Once she stopped, she looked down at Carlos, a small and innocent smile on her lips. The smile soon left her face as she saw him look at her like a lion looks at its prey. "My turn." Before she could say another word, Carlos was on top, the long pieces of his hair dangling down near Y/n's forehead. He slid in, earning a moan from Y/n. She gripped his shoulders as he began at a relentless pace, making her overstimulated. She struggled to make any sounds, the noise stuck in her throat. "I can't hear you princesa." He whispered in her ear as he dropped to his forearms, his thrusts going deeper. Almost like he gave her permission, the sinful sounds came from her lips. "Fuck, Carlos." She said, her voice strained. She felt his grin against the skin on the crook of her neck.

Suddenly, Carlos felt a sharp sensation on his shoulder. He winced and raised his head, seeing Y/n pull away. "What are you-"

"Oh what? So you get to mark me but I can't leave my mark on you?" Carlos chuckled, pulling out. Y/n looked at his, desperation for her to orgasm a second time in her eyes. "He lay on his back again and grabbed her hand, lowering it down to his cock. "I want to watch you do it." He rasped. Y/n bit her lip, once again sitting up once again and straddling him. Her hips rocked back and fourth. She lowered herself down so her head would rest on his chest. Her lips explored his chest, bruises being staining his skin like watercolour stains a blank canvas. "Fuck." He mumbled. He could feel himself getting closer. He gripped her hips and began with his sloppy thrusts. Y/n's hands roamed his body. "Hold the headboard." He instructed, getting annoyed with the wandering hands. She reached up and held the headboard as it banged against the wall, undoubtedly chipping the wall. She felt a hand reach up and grab one of her tits, squeezing and playing with them as if it were a toy, but she liked it. She felt herself coming to a second orgasm sooner than she expected, but she wasn't complaining.

As the pair rode out their orgasms, their panting and the smell of sex filled the room. Y/n had climbed off Carlos and lay beside him, a comfortable silence surrounding them. Carlos, tracing circles on Y/n's hand, suddenly looked deep into her eyes. She knotted her brows. "What?" She asked. "I can't believe how incredibly lucky I am to have you in my life." She laughs, slapping his bare chest as if he was joking and trying to be cliche, but when her eyes went back to his, they held the most sincerest look she had ever seen. "You make me feel like me." He paused. "You're my everything." Y/n smiled, playing with Carlos's hair. "You're my everything too, Carlos, but-"

He groaned knowing where this was going. "Not again." He mumbled, turning to lay on his back. "Carlos." She started. "We have to tell him. He will kill me if we don't." She said. "He will kill me if we do!" He retorted. "Carlos, we have to tell my dad. I have to tell my dad." Carlos looked as her chin rested on his chest. He couldn't help but feel so terribly bad. "He is going to kill us." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "Maybe, but I want to actually come to you without having to be so secretive." He had to admit, the whole secret thing was getting ridiculous. Even the simplest thing like liking one another's posts can and would be investigated by fans; it's what they did. "Can I think about what I'm going to say? I don't think he's going to appreciate me going out with his daughter who is ten years younger than me."

"Nine and a half years younger." She corrected. "Like that changes it." He rolled his eyes. "Carlos, if we don't tell him I'm not going to be with you. We have kept this secret for almost a year now and I would like to actually go out with you outside the paddock." Carlos sighed and looked between her eyes. He couldn't say no to her. "Okay, I'm not sure when we will but we will." He lifted her hand to rest on his chest. "As long as my heart beats, it's yours and since it's yours, it will do what you ask." Y/n smiled. "Will it let me bring you to the shower?"

"As tempting as that sounds, I have to head back to the paddock to get some work done." Carlos replied, kissing her. "But we can tomorrow morning." She nodded as she got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom whilst Carlos got up and collected his clothes, promptly dressing himself. "Jesus fucking christ." Carlos muttered, looking at his bare chest in the mirror. "My finest work yet." Y/n smiled, wrapping her arms around him and pecking his shoulder. He hummed, a tone of unamusement lingering. "At least its less noticeable than-" He paused, turning to Y/n in her towel. "Than whatever the fuck I have done to you." He was of course referring to the many bruises left on her collarbone and all down her torso. "I can't even wear my nice dress to dinner with my dad now." She uttered, faking her sadness. "If it's any consolation, mi amor, Fernando thinks that dress will prompt the single and younger drivers to make a move on you and he doesn't want that." His arms wrapped around her waist, resting on her lower back. "He has nothing to worry about. I have my old and not-so-single driver right here." She joked. "They could never do what I do." Y/n arched a brow. "You don't think Oscar would-"

"Get out before you make me even more late!"

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norrisleclercf1 · 2 months

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i cant stop thinking about being sandwiched between carlando and there both just sleepy boys who have a tight grip on you and they just love you so much your there baby

A/N: This has been sitting here forever, but I finally got inspired

It was one of those rare moments when both Carlos and Lando are home at the same time. It was rare for them to be home at the same time, as their schedules were so hectic that you would normally only seen one of them or neither. Of course, you would sometimes feel left out, as they were with each other more than you were with them.

But it was mornings like these, that reminds you, you have nothing to be worried about. Carlos was sound asleep, snoring a little storm behind you as his arm was wrapped around you and Lando both, holding both of you close.

Lando was in front of you, his face slack showing off his boyish age which made you smile. His beard was growing a little bit better, and honestly it has grown on you so much, but you'd never openly admit it to him. Lando whines and moves closer, his curls tickling your nose, but you don't mind.

You feel Carlos's arm tighten and then relax, you knew this meant he was awake, but still quiet sleepy as they had flown in not even 4 hours ago. Their bodies, trying to get used to the proper time.

"Time?" Carlos whispers, his voice dark and smokey from the sleep. You turn over slowly, careful to not stir Lando who was a deep sleeper. "3 am," You whisper, snuggling into your boyfriend's chest. Carlos sighs and closes his eyes, hair messy and lips puffy.

Lando moves closer into you and sighs in a way that has Carlos moving his fingers over Lando's sides. "I know you're awake," Carlos whispers, which has Lando groan and move even closer into you. "I hate time zones, they shouldn't exists." Lando groans, voice croaky but keeps close to you, craving body warmth.

"Shhhh, go back to sleep," Carlos whispers and Lando nods his head, closing his eyes mouth falling open again and soft snores leave his lips. Carlos chuckles and you laugh as well, as Lando had no issues falling back asleep. "You should get some more sleep too," You whisper, wanting him to get that proper sleep, especially with them traveling all the time it's hard to get the proper amount of sleep.

"I'll get some more sleep soon, just want to enjoy this a little bit more," Carlos hums, but you can see him losing the fight with sleep. It doesn't take long, as you close your eyes and feel Carlos fall asleep beside you. "I'm glad you two are home," You whisper.

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hiddenlife-manager · 28 days

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Please please please do a carlos (fem receiving) anal in celebration for when he won Singapore

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem Reader

cw... anal, femrecieving, slight dom carlos, vauge relationship, deal, fingering, lube, condom, doggy, pet names, etc...

notepad... Thank you random person crazy he won again should I do a part two in Australia hehe. Totally helped, I wanted to do more dom but i truly can't see carlos being a mean dom. As for Hamilton I have some bdsm ideas. Literally have been obsessed with F1. I want to do something for Ollie Bearman for his debut but honestly not sure just for the idea that you know i write only smut.

You were cheering in the crowd as you saw Carlos take the podium; you were nothing but the happiest. Carlos broke the red bull streak. It was nothing but the most important moment to exist. You took your headphones off and took a deep breath in.

“Vamos.” You could hear him cry out, and eventually he made it back to you, and you were smiling. He was covered in champagne. You handed him a towel and helped him dry.

“You did absolutely amazing.” You smiled as you brushed aside his wet hair, and he couldn't help but smirk. He grabbed you by the waist and stood there as others took pictures.

“El hotel ahora...” He whispered in your ear and smiled as you waved to the camera. You kissed his lips for the camera. “Thank you all!” He cheered, and you walked away with a smile and knew what was to come.

“FUCK!” You cried out as your face was on the pillows, your hands gripping the sheets from the absolute feeling of stretching. You weren’t sure if it was pain or pleasure, but you knew it felt weird. "Carlito, more lube, please.” You called out, and he pulled himself out slowly. He has been stretching you out for hours.

“Mi amor, you’ll be fine.” He whispered to you lovingly and squirted more lube into your asshole. There, he shoved himself slowly, and he was finally in. A loud moan left you with an abnormal feeling. “Ughhhh.” He let it out, as it was so tight and warm. This is all he has been wanting for months. Not many could guess Carlos Sainz Jr. was into anal. But he could almost never convince his partner until he met you. You told him, believing in him months ago, that if he won again, you would let him. “You promised.” Carlos was cheeky as he said it, and you nodded.

He began to move slowly in and out of your ass. You held onto the sheets, and your mouth was wide open as you couldn’t mutter moans out but somehow felt so much. You groaned softly as he went in and out, and as he quickened the pace, the groans turned into moans of pleasure. The condom he wore allowed him to slip in and out a bit easier.

"Carlito, you seem we-” You were trying to taunt him, but he suddenly slapped your ass, causing a cry of pleasure to leave your mouth so loud that the neighbors of the hotel could hear it. You began to drool from the feeling your head pushed down to the mattress, Carlos slapping your ass. It felt like so much, but you loved it.

“Mhm.” He groaned. You were now a mess. Tears welled from your eyes as you felt so good. Carlos wasn’t just fucking your ass; his thumb slowly snaked to your clit and began to rub slow circles opposite of his quick pace of going in and out of you.

You wouldn’t know it, but Carlos was going to fuck your ass all night; he didn’t care if his thighs felt weak from cumming constantly or not. He desired this; he was simply so happy you agreed. It was sudden, but he knew that you were also into it. When he was gone, you would send him videos of you stretching your ass out, and he loved the videos.

“Haa…ugh…aaah” was all you could let out, and right as you did, Carlos' big arms flipped you and raised your legs slightly over your head. You were moaning hard, unsure why it felt so good. He was going in and out and making sure your hold was perfect. He wiped off the drool from your lips and leaned down, kissing you.

“Princesa mio,” He pulled away and placed his arms on your thigh, plowing your hole, and you didn’t protest; it was as if all thoughts of yours were gone. Eventually he reached his climax, which you could tell as you felt his thighs twitch right against your ass, his moans getting choppier, and the fact that he was getting faster every second. There, you hear him groan for a long time, and he falls onto you. His arms caged you in as you were shaking from the way he would still thrust into you, and there he made you cum, and you cried, holding onto his back as he tried to not fully lay on you.

Breathing could be heard from the two of you, and Carlos finally caught his breath and pulled out of your very tight hole. He smirks and brushes your hair off your face, sweat falling from your forehead.

“Perdoname mi amor.” He takes his condom off and reaches for a new one after wiping himself with a rag. You nod, wanting him to hold you even tighter. “I won because of you.” You laughed with a low breath.

“Let's do it every time you are on the podium from now on.” He smirked and grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he squirted more lube.

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cutielando · 2 months

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holidays ~ carlos sainz

Summary: The summer break is finally here, the perfect time for you and Carlos to go on a much-needed holiday together.

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After an agonizing first half of the season, the summer break had officially started, meaning you and Carlos finally had time to relax.

You loved accompanying Carlos to his races, you marveled in seeing him do what he loved. But, in all fairness, it was really tiring.

Constantly changing time zones, not having time to get home before you would have to fly all the way to the other side of the world, constantly being on the move and living out of your suitcases. It tired you out, even though you loved it.

Now, with the summer break officially here, you got to spend one whole month relaxing with your boyfriend in the beautiful Spain, getting some much needed rest before the season would pick up again.

After much consideration, you both decided that going home to Spain for the break was the best solution. You were home, you could have your fun, go to the beach seeing as it was very close to your house, it was the perfect destination.

"Mi amor, are you ready to go?" Carlos asked as he packed the last of your beach bag, ready for an entire day of soaking up the sun and relaxing with you.

"Yes, I'm coming!"

You scrambled to get your phone and your hat before bouncing downstairs where Carlos was waiting for you.

When he laid his eyes on you, his brain started malfunctioning. You were gorgeous in your brand new red bikini, one you had purchased specifically for the break.

"You look amazing, mi amor" he said once he finally regained his composure, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer.

"Thank you, love" you pecked his nose quickly before pulling away from the embrace.

The two of you made the quick drive to the beach, deciding to set up in a more secluded part of the beach, where hopefully you could sit and sunbathe in silence for a little while.

Carlos immediately jumped into the water as soon as he finished setting up your umbrella, just like a dog would, which made you laugh.

You started applying some sunscreen on your body to make sure you wouldn't get a sunburn. When Carlos finally emerged from the water half an hour later, you frowned when you saw his skin already beginning to turn red under the sun.

"Amor, come here so I can put some protection on you" you called out, shivering when the cold droplets of water from Carlos' hair hit your skin.

Seeing your shiver, he starts ruffling his hair so more water could get on your hot skin, which made you squeal.

"I will hit you if you do that one more time" you said, trying to act stern but the smile threatening to appear on your lips was saying something else.

"We both know you would feel bad" he said, finally taking a seat in front of you in the sand with his back facing you.

"Don't tempt me, your trainer and Fred will have my head if they see bruises on you" you joked while starting to apply a generous amount of sunscreen on his red skin.

"Thank God for Ferrari" Carlos turned his head and winked at you, making you roll your eyes but smile.

Being there with Carlos was everything you could have asked for. Everyone knew how tough the season had gone up to the summer break, how much both Carlos and Charles had been struggling with the car and getting it to perform at its best. The car, plus the countless strategy fails that the Ferrari engineering team kept making, the losses started pilling up and they were starting to take a toll on your boyfriend.

You knew how talented, driven and passionate he was about his job. How much he loved racing and how close he came to winning a race, only for it to be completely ruined by his team. He had started doubting himself, something you never wanted him to start doing.

That was primarily the reason why you suggested you go on holiday alone, just the two of you, for the first 2 weeks of the break. No phones, no internet, nobody around to put further stress on Carlos or you. Completely detaching yourselves from your hectic lives, even if it was just temporary.

"What are you thinking about?" Carlos' voice snapped you out of your thoughts, not having realized you had zoned out for a couple of minutes.

"Nothing important, just stuff" you shrugged it off, not wanting to bring up the subject while the atmosphere was so serene.

"I know you're lying. Tell me, what's got you so deep in thought?" he scooted closer to you and brought his hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin gingerly.

Looking into his deep brown eyes, you knew you never had to be ashamed to tell him what was on your mind. He would always listen to you, no matted what it was.

"I'm just thinking about you" he nodded, signaling for you to continue. "It's just, this season has been so hard for you and I'm just worried that nothing is going to change after the break and you'll be struggling and stressing yourself out and exhausting yourself" you admitted.

Carlos knew you had been worried about him, hell, he was worried about himself. He had expected much more from his team, but after continuously being let down, he didn't know what to think or do anymore. He didn't know where to put his trust.

"Amor, look at me" he took your face in his hands, holding it gently. "You don't have to worry about me. We both know that there is no consistency in this sport, we will have bad times and we will have good times. We've hit a rough patch, and yes, I have been stressing myself. But that is simply because I know we can do better and I'm trying to make sure we give it our best to be on top after the break" he explained.

"But you're wearing yourself out. This isn't healthy for you" you said, worry creasing your face.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, making you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling f=of his soft lips against your skin.

"Please, stop worrying. I'm going to be fine, we just have to get through this together" you looked at him and eventually nodded.

Even though you were still worried deep within, you knew that you had to trust Carlos. Until anything further, you were going to enjoy the free time and soak up the sun with your boyfriend, away from all stress and just basking in your love for one another.

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charlesslut16 · 7 months

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yn being nervous to meet Carlos family for the first time because she never had a good relationship with her family

-you are family now-

summary : pistanthrophobica : fear of trusting people due past experiences with relationships gone bad : y/n is nervous to meet carlos family

PAIRING : carlos sainz x fem!reader

WARNINGS : a bad relationship with family, anxiety, insecurity

note : CARLOS IS ON THE FIRST PLACE ON THE PODIUM!!!! I FEPEAT : CARLOS IS ON THE PIRST PLACE ON THE PODIUM! I'm SO proud of him!

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Today was the day. The day you would meet carlos's family. Carlos was so happy that you had agreed to meet them. If you said that you were nervous, it would be an understatement.

The relationship between your family and you was, you could say, bumpy. You had never gotten the support and love from your family. They always had something better to do. You were never a priority.

The child that had to play alone because her family was never there for her. No one of your family was there. With 18, you had, finally, decided to leave and build your life without them.

And now you were sitting in carlos's car driving to his parents' house to meet his family. The whole car ride, you were in your thoughts. Playing with your hands and bouncing with your leg.

Carlos being carlos, he noticed instantly that there was something going on. He laid his hand on your thigh to calm you down and distract you, as he knew that you were deep in your head.

“Cara mia, what's wrong?” Carlos asked with concern laced in his voice, while running his hand up and down your thigh. He wanted you to be happy and comfortable. My beloved.

You hadn't even heard his question, too deep in your thoughts. But minutes later, Carlos took your hand in his. The car had stopped and was parked on a side of the road.

“Are you okay? We can still turn around, and I can tell my parents that we will come another time. They will understand.” And just as carlos pulled his phone out of the console, you answered him.

“I- I… I just… I'm nervous. What if your family does not like me, or what if I do something to embarrass myself. What if I disappoint you, and you will want to not date me anymore?”

Carlos was taken a back on your answer. How could you think that you could disappoint him? You are his everything. He hated that you had such cruel thoughts in your head.

“This will go perfect. You are perfect. You don't need to worry, if we have each other, we are okay.”

You nodded with a smile and carlos squeezed your hand as a reassurement. He started the car and started driving the car again. His hand finding the spot on your thigh again.

For the rest of the car drive, you distracted yourself by playing with carlos big veiny hands or him telling you some facts about his family to calm you down fully.

And then the time came. Carlos parked in front of his parents' house. This was the time. You took a final deep breath, stept out of the car and took carlos hand in your for assurement.

At the front door, Carlos rang the bell, and you waited for the door to open. A few seconds later the door opened and his mother, Reyes, opened the door with a welcoming smile.

She looked at the both of you for a second before pulling carlos into a warm hug. Reyes let him go and just as you wanted to stick your hand out to greet her, she had pulled you into a warm, welcoming hug.

After the hug, she welcomed you in the house and you three walked in. You were still a bit taken back because of the hug. It was something new, to be given such a sincere, loving hug from a mother.

You shook the feeling away and walked into the living room where te rest of the family members were staying. The first person that greeted hugged you was his father, carlos.

Then his older sister, Blanca, and his younger sister, Ana. After the both of them came his cousin Carlos, who you already knew from the Ferrari garage. Knowing that he was there two made the whole thing a bit better.

You let out a breath, knowing and realizing that they were all very friendly and nice to you. It was like the load disappeared from your shoulders, and you could breathe normally.

Every family member asked you question after question, but you were happy to answer them, feeling great that they were so happy to meet you. It felt absolutely amazing that people were interested in you.

You ate dinner and talked about carlos and you, his family, or about normal things. At first, it was weird talking to so many people at dinner, but after some time it came naturally.

It felt like you had experienced it before. Like you were a pro. But you didn't. You never had a family dinner, where you talked about the things that were important in your life.

It felt… It felt like you had a new family now. One that would not judge you or hate you for a decision you made. They accepted you and loved you like they own. Well, that was what his mother had said to you.

After dinner, you all cleaned up the table and when you brought your plate into the kitchen, carlos cousin pulled you to the side, so no one could hear what he wanted to say to you.

“And was it that bad?”

“What?”

“Carlos told me that you were really nervous to meeting us all.”

“It wasn't that bad” you joked, and he gave you a side hug until you saw carlos coming in your direction. His cousin left and was replaced by carlos who snuggled into your side.

And a while later you returned to the table because they all wanted to play a game together. This was also something you had never experienced with your family.

You played until the late evening and stopped as everyone was starting to get tired. You packed every thing away and you and carlos said goodbye to his whole family. The last one was his mother.

“Mi dulce querida, you are a part of the family now. I'm so happy to have met you. You are a lovely girl. Carlos and you are perfect for each other.” My sweet darling.

And as you sat in the car and drove home, you thought about the entire day.

You were finally excepted and loved by someone who you didn't even know till yesterday. It was like a new you was born. A new you that excepted herself as she is.

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purinfelix · 3 months

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show me how ⊹˚. ♡

pairing: reader x spiderman!carlos sainz summary: your new neighbour is a mystery to you, and so is the masked vigilante that you've heard news of around your city - but the chances of them being related are impossible, right? warnings: none! w/c: 2.8k (i don't know how to write short fics i'm sorry)

a/n: after nearly a month away, i'm back !! most of it was bc i was on holiday but also bc I've had the worst writers block ... also i can't decide if i have horrible or amazing timing given the news abt lewis butttt its ok!!! just hope yall enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3333 (just note it might be a little rough ...)

You didn’t know that much about your neighbours.

Granted, it had only been about two months since they moved into the apartment next door and for the most part, they kept to themselves. But, during this short period, you’d managed to compile a list of facts you knew about them for no reason other than pure curiosity.

You knew they hosted quests quite often, almost once a week, which you could always tell by the loud music and banter that went on late into the night whenever they did. You knew the woman of the house was an excellent cook, having often walked past their door and caught a whiff of whatever it was she was making for dinner. You knew they were a family, quite a young one, with a son who was about your age and a student at your university. You’d spotted him around campus, often donning a pair of headphones and a hoodie that silently said “Leave me alone”. You’d yet to see him smile though, which you had initially chalked up to some remnants of teenage angst, at least until you spotted him leaving the chemistry labs with an unkempt stack of notes.

Despite these facts, your neighbours were still largely an enigma to you. And for the most part, you didn’t mind - this was New York you lived in, where not knowing much about whoever lived next door wasn’t unheard of. It wasn’t like you didn’t have anything better to do than stalk them too, considering you were swamped with university work, going into your second year as a nursing major.

This painful reminder weighed down on you as you dragged your feet through your apartment door, only managing out a tired mumble as a greeting to your parents. They didn’t seem to mind though, from their spots on the couch you couldn’t make out their faces, but you could tell they were immersed in tonight’s latest news story. The bright light of the television emitted a soft glow, and you couldn’t help but lend a listening ear as you trudged past.

“This just in, reports of a masked vigilante who has been helping the local community at night,” read out the news reporter, an image of the mentioned figure showing behind him.

You couldn’t help but let out an amused scoff as you pulled your backpack higher onto your shoulder, at how ridiculous the guy looked. Even after living here your whole life you had yet to hear anything as ridiculous as some weirdo running around in a mask at night.

Pushing open the door to your dimly lit room, you collapsed onto your bed with a soft thump. The fatigue from a long day of lectures and tutorials seemed to catch up to you as your eyelids drooped and you weakly grasped at your covers in an attempt to pull them over you. Even as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, you could faintly make out the news reporter continuing.

“People are calling this figure ‘Spiderman’, due to his red and blue suit reminiscent of the bug, The individual’s identity remains unknown though, and any persons with any information are encouraged to talk to their local police about it.”

You wake to a tapping sound. It’s quiet at first, but starts to get louder and more desperate before ultimately rousing you from your sleep, confused and disoriented. You push your hair out of your face and can just make out the time on your bedside clock, which blinks “2:34am”. Wiping a line of drool dribbling down your cheek with embarrassment, you whip your neck around to locate the source of the tapping noise.

That is, until you spot it, a shadowy figure peeking out of the corner of your window. Initially, your instinct is to scream as loud as humanely possible, but instead your body freezes you in place. Resigned to just staring at the figure with eyes wide in shock, you watch in horror, as it lifts a finger to what you assume is its mouth, signalling for you to be quiet. You bob your head to signal that you understand, and your arm springs up with a mind of its own, already reaching to open the window - although whether it’s to wave it away or let it in you aren’t entirely sure.

The decision isn’t yours to make though, since the second an opening forms in your window the figure slips its fingers in and lifts it up with ease. Before you even realise it, it’s slipped seamlessly into the bedroom, your bedroom, where it stands in place. You let out a shaky breath, your hand fumbling in the darkness for you lamp which you flick on, basking your room in a warm light and illuminating the figure in front of you in all of its red and blue glory. You feel your breath hitch in your throat.

“… Spiderman?” you gasp breathlessly, and the name sounds unreal coming from your mouth, mostly because you never thougt you’d say it out loud, ever. The figure in front of you shows no reaction though, as it moves its arm, and you flinch, only before you realise it’s reaching to pull its mask off.

First pops out a long, messy mop of dark hair, which falls over his eyes just as his mask falls to the ground. Bringing up a hand, he brushed his locks out of the way to reveal a familiar face.

You’re rendered speechless, unable to do anything but let out a confused huff as you take in the features of your neighbour. Instinctively, your hand reaches out to grasp his shoulder, almost as if to make sure he’s real and not just a figment of a really really strange dream. It’s almost too much for you to wrap your head around, until he steps closer to you, further into the light, and you notice a rip in his suit not far from where your hand is, spanning from his shoulder to the centre of his chest.

You take a step back, and realise its one of many rips, some revealing gaping wounds and sores. In the light you can also notice his chest, the way it’s heaving, and the exhausted look on his face.

“Look, I’ll answer all your questions later, I just,” he pauses to chew on his bottom lip and to catch his breath, “I need your help.”

You try not to think too much about how deep his voice sounds, compared to what you expected, having never heard it before, and focus on the issue at hand. You’re inclined to do the normal thing, to turn him away, to tell this stranger to get the hell out of your room, but the desperation in his tone causes you to nod.

“Sit down,” you order, already turning to grab the first aid kit you keep on your desk. Behind you, you hear him let out a tired sigh as he sits on the edge of your bed, which groans under his weight. Kit in hand, you pull up your desk chair and scoot as close to him as you can get. It doesn’t occur to you to worry about just how close you are to your neighbour, who at this distance you’re slowly realising is a lot more attractive than you’ve ever realised, since you’re too busy worrying over his wounds.

You go through the familiar motions you’ve learnt, even with your preliminary nursing knowledge, first wetting a cotton ball with antiseptic to clean up the gory mess he’s made of himself. As soon as the cotton makes contact with his skin though, he lets out a hiss of pain, causing you to shrink back and look up at him with concern.

“Sorry,” he mumbles sternly, although the way his eye avoids yours hints at embarrassment more than anything. You try your best to work quickly, or as quickly as you can with a patient that keeps wriggling out of your touch. It occurs to you though, that this might be the best time to get some answers to your questions.

Okay, so,” you say, once you’ve finally managed to clean up all his wounds and can get to patching them up, “I think I’m owed an explanation.”

“What is there to explain?” he says, and for a moment he sounds genuinely confused - as if he’s the one who has the right to be confused in this situation - but this gives way to more of a shy tone, “I’m Spiderman, that’s all there is to it.”

“That’s all there is?” you scoff, pulling out big wads of gauze from your kit, “you don’t just become a masked vigilante overnight, tell me from the start.”

“Well actually, I kinda did,” he lets out a soft laugh, and you’re taken aback by the fact that it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him actually smile, “I got bitten by a spider one day and when I woke up the next, I had all these powers.”

“Like?”

“I mean, for one I can shoot webs.”

“What like, from your-”

“No, from my wrists,” he shuts down your question hurriedly before carrying on, “I can also stick to walls, and I have these weird tingles that tell me when things are wrong.”

“Okay,” you say, drawing out the end of your word to show that you don’t entirely believe him. “And this has been going on for, how long?”

“About a month.”

“A month?” you exclaim in shock. “What, so you’ve managed being a chemistry major on top of, being,” you pause, searching for the right word to describe what he is, “a superhero?”

“Well, it isn’t easy but- wait, how did you know I’m a chemistry major?” he leans closer to you, trying to catch your eye with a small smirk tugging at his lips, “have you been stalking me?”

“Hey, it’s not like that okay?” you mutter defensively, “You’re my neighbour, so it’s only normal I’d notice you around campus and stuff.” Avoiding his eye, you press down on a bandaid a little too hard, causing him to draw in a sharp breath, and for you to quickly apologise.

“Anyways, I’m the one asking the questions here okay?” You huff in flustered exasperation, before pausing for a bit, “Why did you come to me anyways?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he said, motioning to his injuries.

”I mean, yes, but why me? Wouldn’t you much rather your mum or dad do this instead of me?”

He’s quiet for a while, and he can’t bring himself to look at you when he speaks again.

”My, uhm, my parents don’t know about this,” he mumbles.

“Then, a sibling? A friend? Someone you actually know?”

Silence once more, only this time you’re the one to break it.

“No one knows?”

He nods. “No one except for you now.”

The weight of this realisation weighs down on your shoulders like a pile of bricks and you have to pull yourself back from the wound you’re tending to to let it sink in. Here he is, your neighbour, the Spiderman, revealing his identity to you and you only. For the first time that evening, you realise how truly vulnerable the man sitting on your bed has allowed himself to be with you and you can’t help but feel your heart flutter, as well as beat at the immense amount of pressure you know have to deal with.

“Plus, I don’t think any of them would know how to fix me up as good as a nursing student,” he adds, still avoiding your eye, but trying his best to lighten the mood. You let him.

“Oh, and I’m the stalker?”

He avoids your question. “Are you done yet?”

“Almost, one more.”

He watches you work with a quiet, resigned expression, almost fascinated with how quickly you’ve managed to tape down the gauze and conceal his wounds. You lean back to look at your work with a proud smile, closing up your kit and going to put it away.

“Thank you,” he says, and it’s the most earnest he’s sounded all night.

“Don’t sweat it, it’s not like I could turn you away in the state you’re in.” You’re trying your best to maintain a casual composure about this whole situation, even if it means being slightly awkward.

“Good point,” he chuckles, rubbing his nape sheepishly, “well, I better get going.” He’s already reaching out to slide your window up but you stop him by holding out your hand.

“Hold on, you really think you’re going to be able to climb back into your room after that? Your injuries are far too serious, you need to rest first.”

He’s a little taken aback, “For how long?”

“I’d say, at least until the end of the night.”

“If you wanted me to stay over, you could’ve just asked,” he says slyly, and for the second time that night you’re caught off guard.

“Wh- don’t be stupid, I’m the nursing student, and that’s just my professional opinion!”

“Whatever you say doc,” you catch him scanning the room once more, “but uhm, where exactly will I sleep?”

“Oh, you can take the bed, I’ve slept on the floor plenty of times.”

“Now you’re the one being stupid, this is your room, I’ll take the floor,” he insists.

You’re still unconvinced, but you can tell he’s too tired to argue with you and decide to let him win.

“Fine,” you say, the word more a sigh than anything. He looks at you, eyes soft with gratitude and you can’t help but feel a strange pang in your chest at the sight. “Let me get you a blanket at least.”

You turn around to gather a few blankets and a pillow from your closet, which you make into a makeshift bed on the floor, and he watches you the whole time, his gaze heavy on your back. When you’re done, you stand up and dust off your hands before gesturing for him to lay in it. As he does, you climb back into your own bed.

There’s a short silence filled with nothing but the rustling of blankets as the two of you get comfortable, and some soft grunts of discomfort from where he is on the floor. Finally though, the two of you lay still.

“Good night, Spiderman,” you say, forcing a lightness in your voice that you don’t quite feel given the night’s events. You’re half expecting him not to respond, but when he does you can hear the smile in his voice, even though you can’t see him.

“Carlos.”

“Huh?”

“My name, it’s Carlos. You don’t need to call me Spiderman, at least, not now.”

“Oh, right,” you feel almost bad that it sounds like you’re making a mockery of him, and you can feel an apology forming in your mouth before he speaks again.

“Goodnight, doc,” he hums, before turning off the lamp on your desk. Your room is once again plunged into darkness, and you’re left to stare up at the ceiling, and try your best to sleep despite the millions of thoughts buzzing around in your mind.

You wake again, only this time it’s to the sound of birds chirping outside of your window and the first rays of morning sun slipping through it. You blink lazily, stretching out before forcing yourself to sit up.

The first thing you notice is the absence. The floor is empty, the makeshift bed gone and instead a pile of neatly folded blankets takes its place. There’s no sign that anyone else had been in your room, let alone Spiderman.

You peer outside your window, as if looking for a trace of him, evidence that the previous night had been more than just a weird dream, but find nothing. Instead the city wakes up with you, peoples bustling about, cars honking, just like any other day. It still feels surreal, and part of you is ready to label it a dream and move on, but you know better. You remember the desperation in his voice, the tenderness in his eyes, the wounds you had tended to.

Out of the corner of your eye though, you catch sight of a yellow sticky note balanced carefully on top of the pile of blankets. Slowly you climb out of your bed and read it, the letters ‘IOU’ scrawled in a lettering that is definitely not your handwriting. It might not be much, but it’s all the confirmation you need as you whisper a silent prayer for his safety, his health, and for the two of you to cross paths once more.

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sainzfilm · 1 year

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hi! can you maybe write something with carlos sainz where you are friends and end up hooking up but the next morning he says it was mistake and „that it meant nothing to him“ (because he’s scared). angst but please please please a happy ending 🥹 thank you!!!

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

a/n: HELLO GUESS WHO’S BACK <3 ive finally gotten the time to write a drabble for 2023 thank GOD. but anyways starting off with my favorite boy hehehe hope you guys like it :)

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Burying his head in your neck and grabbing onto your waist, Carlos groaned loudly as he reached his climax and breathed heavily. On your end, you reached over to rub his nape and kissed his temple softly as you tried to steady your heavy breathing.

Carlos let out a sigh, pulling away and looking in your eyes with a soft smile, whispering, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” You whispered, caressing his cheek with your thumb, “You wanna grab something to eat?”

Shaking his head in response, Carlos laid his head on your chest and held onto you while sleepily mumbling, “Just wanna lay here with you.”

“Go to sleep, weirdo,” You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair, “I’ll be here.”

With the sun seeping through the windows, Carlos rubbed his eyes as he slowly woke up and stretched his legs out. He blinked a few times and looked down at your sleeping figure, realizing the events that had unraveled last night.

He wasn’t sure as to how he could move your arm away without waking you up – you were a light sleeper and that was a huge problem for him at the very moment. Carefully lifting your arm, you groaned sleepily and squinted your eyes to look at the Spaniard who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

With a sigh, Carlos slowly sat up on the bed and rubbed a hand down his face before wandering off to pick up his clothes that were scattered around the room. As he pulled his jeans up, the clanking of the metal woke you up and caused you to sit up and pull the sheets to cover your torso, “Where are you going?”

Carlos looked at you, a pang radiating through his chest from the words about to come out of his mouth, “This was a mistake. This never should’ve happened.”

You frowned, confused from his statement and forcing yourself to understand the situation with a hazy brain from the way you had just woken up. Trailing off, you looked at him, “A mistake? You told me you wanted this. You told me you wanted me.”

“Well, those words mean nothing. All empty words,” Carlos replied nonchalantly, pulling his shirt over his head and grabbing his phone from the nightstand, “This meant nothing to me.”

“Excuse me? What the fuck Carlos?” You replied, eyebrows raised while you wrapped the sheets around your body and walked over to where he was, “What did you just say?”

Carlos shrugged, seemingly composed despite the fact that he was breaking deep down inside, “I’m sure you heard me well.”

“You’re fucking pathetic,” You scoffed, anger coursing through your veins as you glared at him, “Get out of my apartment. Don’t even talk to me.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Carlos’ eyes averted your gaze before grabbing his car keys and exiting your apartment with a slam of the door, leaving you to stand in your room – feeling like complete and utter shit.

Carlos drove back to his place in silence, thoughts racing around his head and voices screaming at him for being a total idiot. How could he say that to you? His best friend, the girl he was in love with.

It was fair to say that he couldn’t bear to look at the picture frames of the two of you around his apartment from various occasions over the years. Although, he could just flip those frames over to easily solve the problem. But he couldn’t do that. Oh, who was he kidding? He literally fucked you over.

Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, and it’s been a week or two since Carlos made what he considered to be the dumbest decision he’s done. He hasn’t heard from you since then, but he was sure that you probably sulked in your living room, eating a tub of Ben & Jerry’s while rewatching The Sound of Music and a few other flicks because he knew you that well.

“I don’t know, mate,” Carlos mumbled, staring at the ceiling as he held the phone to his ear, “She made it clear that she doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Not to offend you, but you’re an idiot,” Charles muttered while he was on his simulator, “Of course, she would say that! You told her it was a mistake!”

“Well, I didn’t know what else to say!” He retorted, voice getting softer by the time he finished talking, “I was scared, Charles. That’s the only reason behind it.”

Charles sighed, rubbing a hand down his face while he pressed pause, “Scared of what? Of her not liking you back?”

“What if she just thinks of me as a friend?” Carlos answered, fumbling with his fingers, “What if sh-”

“Oh cut the crap, Carlos,” The Monégasque scoffed, rolling his eyes, “We all know very well that she’s in love with you as much as you are to her.”

With a frown on his face, Carlos’ mind immediately thought of you – the way your face lights up when you hear your favorite song on the radio, how your eyebrows furrow when you take a few seconds to process a joke, or even your ability to name a Taylor Swift song in less than a second.

Charles cleared his throat, snapping the Spaniard out of his thoughts, “Earth to Carlos, are you even there?”

Jolting out of bed, Carlos pulled a hoodie over his head and grabbed his keys before running out to his car, “I’ll talk to you later.”

It was half an hour past midnight and raining cats and dogs, Carlos couldn’t care any less on whether he looked decent or not. He needed to fix things at this moment, even if he took two weeks to get to his senses. As soon as he pulled up to your apartment, his heart was beating as fast as a car speeding down the highway – what if this doesn’t end well?

He didn’t even bother grabbing an umbrella, standing on your doorstep and ringing the doorbell thrice, the way you told him to do so whenever he’d come over.

“What the fuck are you doing under the rain?” You exclaimed, peeking out the window from the second floor, “You’re going to get sick!”

Carlos shook his head, eyes squinting to look up at you, “I don’t care about that, I need to talk to you!”

“What’s there to talk about?” You shouted, “You clearly don’t want anything to do with me!”

Taking a deep breath, Carlos retorted, “No, I was wrong! I was scared, but I just…I was an idiot.”

You rolled your eyes in response, a small smile on your face, “A big one. Nice to know you shrugged your pride off.”

“I’m sorry, I really am,” Carlos looked up at you, soaked from head to toe from the rain, “I wanna make it up to you.”

Sighing to yourself, you closed the window and left Carlos frowning from the possibility that you didn’t want anything to do with him. He felt and looked defeated, walking back to his car until you called out his name.

“Hey, chili!”

Carlos snickered to himself, turning around to see you standing with a towel in your hand. He felt a thorn plucked out from his heart from what you usually called him besides his real name.

He looked at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes, “Yeah?”

“For starters, I absolutely hated what went down. But then again, I got you to admit you were wrong, which rarely happens,” You shrugged, leaning against the doorframe, “Although, if you really want this, I do have to say I’m a lot of work.”

“Not to me, Y/N,” Carlos replied, taking his steps back to your doorstep and standing a few inches away from you, “It doesn’t change a thing – I love you. All of you.”

Carlos’ words had the intention as clear as a sunny sky and you could see that. You knew he hated wearing wet socks, staying out in the rain for too long, or even admitting that he was wrong – but he did all of that just to tell you he was sorry.

“You sure about that?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, “Actually forget about that, Charles told me you’ve been sulking since then.”

“That little shit,” He mumbled under his breath, “I’m all in, Y/N. If you’ll still have me.”

Reaching your hand out with a small smile, you nodded, “You’re going to have to make it up to me.”

Without any warning, Carlos grinned as he pulled you under the rain and dipped you to give you what could have been the best kiss of your life by far. As the two of you laughed to yourselves, you pulled away and rolled your eyes playfully, “Talk about romantic comedy things. Have you been watching them?”

“One or two,” Carlos shrugged, holding your waist as he brought you back to your feet, “So, you wanna watch The Sound of Music and eat Ben and Jerry’s?”

As you looked into his eyes, you could feel your heart beating faster, “After a shower.”

Carlos chuckled, holding your hand as you dragged him inside of your apartment, “You’re going to sing your ass off to the soundtrack again, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am,” You teased, throwing him a towel, “Don’t think that Charles didn’t send me a video of you singing Maria and using my name instead.”

Before he could get the chance to retort back, you smiled and patted his cheek lovingly and threw a towel to his face, “Now, dry yourself and close your mouth, we still have a film to watch.”

Carlos stood in the hallway of your apartment, a smile to his face as he heard you singing the song with his name being used instead.

Peeking your head from the kitchen, you raised an eyebrow, “You have any plans to help me with the snacks?”

“Right, the snacks,” He replied, walking over to the kitchen and muttering under his breath with a smile, “This woman’s gonna be the end of me.”

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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In This Lifetime Or Another

Carlos Sainz Jr x Teammate!Fem!Reader

Warnings: friends to enemies central, mixed feelings, underlying unspoken feelings, assumptions of love, few swear words, Rupert thinking he's a relationship mastermind, mentions of Silverstone and Austria 2022, cheesy nickname warning, a confusion of feelings tbh

Word Count: 6.7k

Author’s Note: this one's been sitting in my head for a while and I finally decided to write it <3 // *** Harlow is Rupert’s daughter and Rupert is Carlos’s PT for those don’t know :)) it’s important to the plot :)

Part Two: Yours In Every Lifetime

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Attached at the hip; that’s how the media often referred to you and your teammate, Carlos.

McLaren’s popularity had skyrocketed over the last 6 months. Announcing that they’ll be signing two new drivers for the 2019 roster; Carlos Sainz Jr, previously of Renault and Y/n L/n, previously of Toro Rosso.

The only male/female teammates on the grid.

To say people hated it at first was an understatement. You went through 5 excruciating months of everyone, even your own team, selling you short in comparison to your teammate. You had worked so hard; blood, sweat and tears were put into working your way to Formula One and now that you were there and being put on the back burner stung like a motherfucker to say the least.

Carlos, on the other hand, stood behind you. He backed you in every decision you made. He pushed for you to take top priority when they wouldn't listen to you.

It took you pushing your way through the grid, P15 to P1 for them to pay attention to you. “Race winner!” being shouted in your direction for the next week and a half; you took it and pushed to get everything you’ve been trying to for the last 5 months. The shot of Carlos hugging you after the race went viral. The man squeezes you tightly, picking you up off the floor.

The media were having a field day with it; “Sainz and L/N, teammates or more?”

The fans were no different, they loved to catch glimpses of you and Carlos. Sometimes it would be as simple as you two standing around having a conversation to you two sharing a passing touch as you walk by.

Of course, everyone deemed you two as puppy love, all though there were no feelings there. You were all but 22, in your third season in F1 and Carlos was 24, in his fifth season.

2022, Saturday @ Silverstone.

Carlos sat on the opposite end of the stage, in the middle sat Lewis, Mick and Sebastian whilst you were on the other end. You and Carlos were no longer teammates, he was at Ferrari with Charles and you were still at McLaren with Daniel as your teammate.

You two liked each other. Daniel was funny and sweet, you had a good rapport but it was nothing like you and Carlos. The challenges weren't the same, you didn't find yourself excited to spend time away from the track with the team like you used to be nor did Daniel make you smile the way Carlos did, the type of smile that made your face hurt.

Everyone noticed this; the team, the fans, the reporters.

You and Carlos tended to avoid each other like the plague. It’s an understatement to say the partnership ended on rocky terms.

2020.

The phone starts buzzing, you roll over and grab it, thinking it’s a phone call. The notifications start flooding in; the McLaren group chat buzzing about Carlos’ contract for next year.

You thought he had renewed with the papaya team for the next year only to see the words Ferrari and congratulations attached to a link. Sat on the bed, you click the link, opening a twitter announcement from the official F1 twitter page. Carlos’s face across the photo, a big red border around it with the caption that broke your heart into a million pieces.

“Breaking: Carlos Sainz joins Ferrari for 2021!”

The phone gets tossed on the bed, buzzing incessantly when you walked out the room. The break ran from you after that. You felt that you returned to the track faster than expected. Carlos hadn't reached out to you after the announcement dropped nor had you reached out to him. It wasn't until the team meeting on practice day that you finally faced your teammate. You, of course, avoid eye contact like your life depends on it.

Carlos follows you out of the meeting, all the way to your driver’s room. You shut the door only for him to stop it with his hand. You ignore him as you sit on the couch.

His arms folded over his chest, “what ? You’re not going to speak to me?”

“What do you want me to say?” You finally look at him.

Carlos sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry you found out that way. I’m sorry everyone found out like that, but especially you.”

You hum, picking at your nail. Carlos moves to sit beside you, his big brown eyes fixed on you. “Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t even know you were looking at other teams.” You admit.

“I wasn’t - the intention was to stay here; Ferrari offered and, you know it's my dream, Pep.” He says quietly, unsure how to feel.

You nod, avoiding his gaze. “Okay,” you stand. “Can you go ?” You ask, looking at him. Carlos’s brows furrow, unsure what caused the sudden reaction. “I have to change, we have practice in a few minutes.”

His mouth forms an O, nodding as he gets up. “Good luck, Pep.” he gives you a small smile before stepping out and shutting the door.

In some ways, you felt betrayed by Carlos; the two of you shared everything, the good and the bad. For him not to tell you that they offered him a contract broke your heart. Had he only told you, you would have been ecstatic, cheering him on and urging him to take it. You knew it was his dream to be a Ferrari driver, you’ve seen the photos of him as a boy with his red racing suit.

You were beyond happy for him, proud was an understatement.

You loved that he was getting to live his dream and you wanted nothing more than to stand by him and watch him strive, even if it meant you were losing your best friend and teammate.

What you weren't happy about was the execution.

After that, things went downhill and they went down fast. The number of interviews done together as the fan favourite duo of the grid dropped drastically. No more photos of you two laughing in the paddock or of you teasing Carlos about his crazy hair when he takes off his balaclava.

The need to be a team player slipped through your fingers. Carlos claims you brake checked him which you know you didn’t. You were faster than him by 3 whole seconds and when Checo spun in front of you, did Carlos expect you to slam into him? Of course you slowed a bit, but you did not brake check him. After that race, it was just DNF after DNF due to the collisions on track. The two of you no longer saw eye to eye, the urge to win and shine individually overruled the need to do well as a team.

Carlos had his Ferrari contract set in stone for the next 2 years but he had to prove that he had the capability to be a Ferrari driver. You had nothing to prove to anyone, your contract with McLaren extending until 2025 and you knew you were set in stone. They weren’t letting go of the only female driver on the grid; it was a political move but the stability was welcomed.

The drama between the two drivers in papaya caused a tension in the paddock; everyone noticed. The other teams, the fans, but mostly your own team. It was like all the life was sucked out of the garage, only work based conversations happening and the noise coming from the mechanics were the only things that filled the awkward silence.

The press conference was under way. Some reporter asked Mick and Seb what it was like being one of the fan favourite duos and if it affected their friendship. Seb gave a well thought out answer as always and Mick agreed, mentioning how easy it was to get along with Sebastian because of their same nationality and his friendship to Mick’s father.

Once the reporter was satisfied with Mick and Seb, he moved on to Carlos.

“Speaking of duos, Carlos; you and Charles are good teammates. As were you and y/n, are you two still as close as you when you were teammates? Are people wrong to sense a drift in friendship?”

2019, Baku.

You were sitting in the hospitality lounge, Carlos was sat beside you as Charlotte handed over the basket to the two of you. She explains the game, giving you two a count down before the camera starts rolling.

“Hi everyone!” You smile at the camera. “Y/n and Carlos back again for another McLaren challenge! Well.. not really a challenge, more like a get to know you.”

“That’s the name,” Carlos laughs, “it’s get to know the drivers.”

“Well there you go.” You smile at him, the basket sitting on your lap.

The two of you play 4 rounds of rock, paper, scissors before you go first. Pulling a piece of paper out of the basket, you read the question.“How long did it take you to take a liking to Carlos ?” You read, glancing at the man.

“It's all fake, I don't like him. He’s the biggest pain in my side.” You say, deadpan.

Carlos eyes you, a smile on his face. “Kidding,” you nudge him with your shoulder. “Carlos and I are best friends. It took me a month or two to fully warm up to him but, the friendship is there, on and off track.”

He reaches over, pulling another piece of paper out and reads the question. “Do you and y/n train together ? We love the gym stories you guys post.”

“No, she’s there to irritate me. Most of the time, she’s making fun of me.” The driver rolls his eyes, making you giggle. “She’s got her own trainer but we hit the gym around the same time. Also thank you, we love that you guys love the videos.” He smiles and you feel your heart squeeze in your chest.

You pull another question, reading it out loud. “What’s something that you hate to eat?” You glance at Carlos. “I know what I hate but do you know?”

“Of course!” He laughs, you shake your head. “Impossible, we barely eat together.”

“The crust of your bread. You always leave it on the plate.” He smiles, satisfied with his answer. You hum, squishing the piece of paper and tossing it at him before pulling another question.

“Isn’t it my turn?” He asks, you nod and hand the question over to him. “What does Carlos smell like?” The paper reads, making you laugh.

Carlos wiggles his eyebrows, throwing a glance to the camera. “Wouldn't you guys love to know?”

“Coconuts.” You smile, “always coconuts. Couldn't tell you why but yeah.”

It’s your turn to get a question, he laughs when his eyes scan the words before you speak.

“Why does Carlos call y/n ‘pep’, it’s so cute.” you read, smiling.

“What was it your mom tells you?” Carlos asks you and you chuckle.

“Says my mouth is hot like pepper cause I say whatever comes to my mind as if pepper was burning me”

“Yeah,” Carlos smiles at the camera, “Hot like pepper turned into Pepper which turned into Pep.”

You speak up, “same way Carlos turned into Charles, Charlie and then chilli” You smack his thigh, resting your hand there.

Carlos slings an arm around your shoulder. “So together, we’re chilli pepper.” He jokes, sending the two of you into a fit of laughter.

It’s a few moments before you two gather yourselves again to say your goodbyes, Carlos’s arm over your shoulder and your hand on his thigh when he pulls you into his side. You glance up at the man before looking at the camera.

“Thank you guys for the questions! We can’t wait to see you guys out there and hopefully we can do one of these again soon!” You smile, Carlos nods along in agreement.

“For now, it’s Chilli and Pep signing off.” He laughs, shaking his head at his own words. “No, kidding. It’s y/n and Carlos, see you guys!” He waves to the camera.

Charlotte gives you two a thumbs up, letting you know that you were done and free to leave for the time being.

The video was released a few days later. The fans ran with the nickname joke, deeming the two of you chilli pepper which was cute at first then it started to make you want to puke anytime someone mentioned it. Of course, there were no feelings behind the touching and the joking; the two of you were professionals, teammates.

You could be friends without the relationship turning romantic.

It was usual to see you and Carlos on friendly terms, a hand on your back as you two walked through a crowd or a hug hello and goodbye. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just overly looked into simply because you were a woman and he was a man.

Fans loved you both individually, as drivers and as people on your own but together ? That was a whole different story.

“Well..” He starts, gathering thoughts. “We’re on civil terms now that we’re on different teams now.” He says, his Ferrari PR training screaming at you.

You roll your eyes and the reporter notices, asking; “Anything to add, y/n?”

“We aren’t friends if that’s what you’re asking me.” You slouch back into your chair, setting the mic on the floor.

The quote was slapped on every F1 outlet for the rest of the day. Mentioning how you two went from best friends to rivals to strangers. The next day, they had moved on from you but the limelight stayed on Carlos.

The Spaniard had secured his first pole position in his 7 years in Formula One. You were happy for him and you wanted nothing more than to congratulate him but everyone on the McLaren team had reached out to him, stopping in the paddock to give him pats on the back and hugs. Both Zak and Daniel congratulated him on a job well done which seemed like more than enough so you opted out of it.

Carlos would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking for you. He noticed you squeezing your way through the crowd in front of the garage only to make your way through the hallway leading back to the driver’s room. His heart sunk, he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and tell you about his plans for tomorrow.

You two always joked about when he’d get his first pole or his first win. For him to do it at Silverstone was so special, he had received so much love and support from the British fans when he was at McLaren. You had a whole plan for him too, it hurt to not be able to do that with him.

Sometimes you sit and wonder where it all went wrong; if only you had talked to him or if he had told you about the contract.

Some days you aren't even sure why you stopped talking.

2022, Sunday @ Silverstone.

It was a tight race, Carlos gunning in first for most of it, only losing P1 to the Red Bulls a few times. You were hoping it paid off for him and it did; the words replaying in your head after you ask your race engineer, Tony.

“What position ?” “P3. Well done.”

“Daniel ?”

“P13.”

“Fuck - P2? P1?” you ask.

“Perez and Sainz.” Tony answers.

“Boys over at Red Bull celebrating yet?” You chuckle, driving your cool down lap

“Yes, P2 is a job well done I would say.”

“What?” you thought you misheard him. If Checo is P2, that means he’s P1.

“Sainz is P1?” You ask, Tony confirms. “Sainz is P1.”

You were beyond happy for him, all the anger you had toward him, the resentment for leaving disappeared. Carlos and Checo had pulled into their spots before you did. When you get out of the car, you can hear the cheering as you pull off the helmet. Carlos was being hugged by some of the Ferrari team, his cousin passing the flag over to him. The yellow and red fabric wrapped around him, one edge in each hand as you watched Checo walk over and hug him.

The smile on his face made your heart melt, the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach as you set your helmet on the car. You give in, shouting for the winner as you walk over.

“Carlos!” You shout, unsure if he can even hear you over all the noise.

He turns instantly, grinning from ear to ear when he sees you; not that he wasn't already smiling. His arms are open, waiting for you. Truly, he had no idea if you were even going to hug him but when he saw you jogging towards him, his heart skips a beat. You nearly tackle the man when you jump into his arms, Carlos’ arms wrapped around you with the flag stretched around his back. He held you in his arms, hoisting you up a little better so he wouldn’t drop you. Your hand rests on the back of his neck when you kiss his cheek, Carlos finally putting you down.

You smile at the driver, your other hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “Carlos,” you start but he shakes his head, smiling.

“I know, Pep, I know.”

The cameras are flashing, you can feel the heat radiating off the both of you; post race adrenaline. Surely, one of the hundreds of cameras had caught the entire moment. You two hadn't been this close to each other since his goodbye party in England.

2020, England @ McLaren Headquarters.

When the news of Carlos’ departure from McLaren broke, the team started planning the best send off they could. Orange carpet rolled out, seated dinner, the champagne fountain that you were surprised existed, an almost life size cake of his beloved papaya car; the whole nine yards was pulled out.

The two of you were barely speaking at that point, only talking if it was work related.

Yet, you spent the evening talking to everyone about what a wonderful teammate he was and how you'd miss him, which was the truth even though you hadn’t told him that. The main part of the building was full; staff, sponsors, friends and family were all in attendance for his goodbye.

Zak and Andreas were on stage, the two of them giving their own speeches about how Carlos will always be a part of the McLaren family. Ever so often, you glance over at the man of the night, he sat at the table directly across from you in front of the stage. His family sat around the table with him, they had come out to spend this time with him.

You weren't expecting Zak to call you onto the stage, his words made you sick to the stomach. “Y/n, come up here. Carlos, you too. I’m sure y/n’s got something to say.”

Way to put you on the spot.

Both of you making your way up onto the stage, not before you downed the remainder of your champagne. Carlos was standing beside you when Zak handed the mic over to you. It wasn’t until that moment that you realized how full it was in there.

You clear your throat before you start.

“I’m not gonna stand up here and get all sappy on you guys but we all know this is a new chapter for us; for the team, for Carlos. New beginnings are.. scary and hopeful and well, there are a million words to describe it but that’s besides the point.

I think I speak on behalf of everyone at McLaren when I say we are all very happy for you and of course, we’re gonna miss you here. You’re so loved, I mean- just look at the crowd.” You glance between him and the crowded room that were cheering.

Once they settle, you start again. “We’re excited to see you in that red suit and we’re gonna miss you in the papaya car, but you’ll see us in front of you next season.” You say, making everyone laugh.

“Not to make this about me but everyone knows I was at Toro Rosso before this; my partners changed so often, I felt like I didn’t even have a partner half the time to tell you the truth. When I joined McLaren and met Carlos, everything clicked. Suddenly it made sense, things were finally falling into place. Now that you’re leaving, you’ll be the missing piece to our little puzzle.

The team won’t be the same without you. You deserve this, Carlos.”

So much for not getting sappy.

In that moment, you realized how much you were going to miss him. He was your first real teammate, your best friend, your person and now that he was leaving you; you started to realize that you loved him as more than that.

It’s like Carlos can read your mind, the man turning and wrapping his arms around you despite the last 6 months of cold shoulders.

“Thank you,” he whispers to you. “I’ll always be here. Te quiero.” He says quietly.

You pull away from him, putting a smile on your face when the photographer signals for the 4 of you to stand together for a photo. You were squeezed between Andreas and Carlos, smiling at the camera even if your heart was broken into a million pieces.

Carlos smiled at the camera, his own heart sinking when he realized this was it.

This is the last goodbye.

He won’t sit in his papaya car come next season, he won’t hear your horrible singing over the uncovered roofs of the drivers’ rooms nor will he see your little shimmy that you do when you get excited. This is the last time he’d hold you in his arms and in that moment, his sadness turned to jealousy when he thinks about you doing that with someone else.

Suddenly, he’s more appreciative of the moments you two spent together, cherishing them as the reality of this being the last time sets in.

Carlos has still got his arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed to your forehead even though you’re cupping his cheeks. He smiles at you when he pulls away.

The moment got you two back into the ranks of favourites amongst the media and press outlets. Of course, the fans were going wild.

Chilli Pepper reunited was in every notification you had. The speculation was that you two were secretly in a relationship - the front was that you two hated each other and his win just couldn't be covered; the true lovers’ romance showing.

What else could explain you tackling the man into the bear hug after 2 years of not speaking?

2022, Sunday @ Austria

Lap 58 of 71 and just as you round the corner, the red catches your eye. Off the track, on the side.. on fire. The car's rolling and you barely catch a glimpse of the helmet, driver’s still in the car.

Where the fuck are the marshals?

“Who is that?” you radio in, “which Ferrari is that?” you ask, waiting for a response.

Tony answers you after a few moments, “unsure, will let- no, it’s 55, Sainz.”

Your heart drops, “is he okay?” your eyes are on the track, physically you’re there and you’re in auto pilot, pushing the car. “Unsure. Keep pushing.” He answers.

In the mirrors, you can barely see Carlos’s car and the marshals have just arrived. “Is he out of the car?”

“I don’t know. Push, Daniel’s will have to over take if you do not push.”

“Find out if he’s okay.” you don’t listen to Tony’s advice, barely speeding up enough to lose Daniel in your mirrors. “Tony!” you groan, the engineer not answering.

“I don't know if he's okay. I will find out; keep push-” “Shut up! Stop fricking telling me to push! Find out if he’s okay!”

You were beyond pissed; at Tony, at yourself, at the marshals, at Carlos.

You weren't even sure why you were mad to be honest, maybe it’s all the conflicting factors and feelings. You weren't really sure how to process your emotions towards the Spaniard given last week's hug. It's been a mess of ‘why are you angry at him?’ and ‘do you let him back in your life’ or ‘would he even want you back in his?’

It isn't until you reach the same corner, that Tony finally buzzes it and lets you know that Carlos is okay and out of the car. Had you waited a few more seconds, you would've seen that yourself.

P4 for you and P6 for Daniel, McLaren was pleased; solid points towards the constructors championship.

You skipped past the orange garage when you got out of the car. Walking straight towards the bright red screaming at you. You're about to walk in, when one of the engineers stops you and tells you that you can't come in. You asked why not and at that point, you had already been seeing red from lap 58.

You couldn't deal with much more bullshit without exploding at somebody.

Some excuse about having confidential information on the screens and that you aren't clear to come through.

You can't believe this.

You were so close to punching this guy in the face. “Fuck!” you groan, running a hand though your wild hair. “Fine, blindfold me if you need to. I have to see him.”

“You can’t come in here, y/n. I’m sorry.” The man in red tells you, giving you an apologetic look. There's a hand on your shoulder, and when you turn around you see Rupert. He pulls you away from the garage, down the pit line and through the back, pointing to a door.

“4th door on your left. Knock twice, he’ll think it's me.” Rupert gives you a smile. “Thank you.” You give his arm a squeeze and he nods, shooing you away before someone sees you.

Quickly you walk through the back hallway, knocking on the door twice. You hear Carlos shout come in and you do. You walk in, shutting the door behind you. Carlos’s back is to you, his race suit discarded on the floor and his fireproofs too, he was in the middle of putting on his pants; it’s not weird for you to see him like that, you two were close during your time at McLaren. He was always comfortable enough to change in front of you. Partly because he forgot to turn the lock on his door and you forget to knock.

“You could have died.” You call out to him, back pressed to the door. Carlos turns when he hears your voice.

“You’re not Rupert.” He mumbles, brows pulled together as his eyes study your face. “Sorry to disappoint.” you joke, the tension still building by the second.

Had you two been standing in quicksand, you would have sunk by now.

You repeat your words; “you could have died.” You whisper, not only because you weren't sure who was outside the doors but because you felt the tears.

“I didn’t.”

“You could have.”

“I didn’t.” He repeats.

“The car was on fucking fire, Carlos! You were sitting in the car while it was on fire. Why didn’t you get out?” You groan, your arms folding across your chest as you look at the man.

Carlos sighs, his eyes fixed on you. Your orange race suit sitting on your hips, your white fireproofs clung to you, the braid your hair was pulled back into was messy, strands sticking out and the sweat from the race left a glow on your skin.

“It wasn't safe, Pep. Had I gotten out, the car would have rolled onto the track. It couldn’t have been so much worse. The guys could have gotten hurt.” He tells you, you roll your eyes at his stupidity. In actuality, it wasn't stupid. It makes perfect sense but you didn’t care about that right now.

Carlos was your only focus. You cared about him and only him, as selfish and careless as that was.

“It’s not safe? It’s not fucking safe that you sat in there for so long, Carlos. The car was on fucking fire. How many times do I need to tell you that? You could have died!”

“You don't have to tell me that shit, y/n! I was in the damn car! I felt the heat on me! I know that the car was on fucking fire!” Carlos bends, picking up his race suit.

“If you think I wasn’t; there.” He throws the suit at you. “That’s all smoke. Stop telling me what I already know.”

You watch the suit fall in front of you. The red tainted with the black smoke, the back of it darker than the rest. You go to speak but there’s a knock on the door, you step away from the door only to see Rupert stick his head into the room.

“You’re needed for press,” He looks over at Carlos, he nods and grabs his shirt before pulling it on. “Sorry,” the ginger gives you an apologetic look. “It’s okay, Rup.” You uncross your arms, opening the door fully. “I was done anyways.”

2022, Monday @ Austria

“Text her, c’mon.” Carlos nudged his trainer, taking the baby off his lap.

Rupert looked over at his daughter who was now sitting on the driver’s lap, her little hand wrapped around his finger. Carlos knew you well enough to know that you would ignore him but you wouldn’t ignore Rupert nor your goddaughter.

Carlos had tried to find you during breakfast but he didn’t see you downstairs. He knew you always had breakfast with the team after races, the tradition hadn’t changed since he left either. One of the mechanics told him that you said you weren't feeling too well so they left you to rest and you promised to take them to both dinner and breakfast for the next race to make up.

It sounded exactly like you so he believed it.

Rupert caved when Carlos promised to watch Harlow so he and the missus can have a night to themselves.

From Rupert: Harlow and Alexandra are here. I want to bring your god daughter to see you.

To Rupert: Baby girl is here?! Come, room 610.

From Rupert: Be there in 10.

It didn’t occur to you that it might be a fake out, Carlos using Rupert to his advantage. When the door knocked, you got up and walked over, opening the door. Rupert stood there with no baby Harlow in his arms.

“Where’s my baby-” you stop when you see Carlos holding her. “She won’t let go of him.” Rupert gives you an apologetic look. You hum, stepping aside for them to come in.

You were leaning on the bed when they fully made it past the entryway of your room. Harlow claps her little hands when she sees you, a gummy grin being sent your way. “Hi baby girl!” You wave to her, you stretch your hands out for her and she leans in Carlos’ arms towards you.

Taking Harlow from him, you kiss her cheek before sitting on the bed. Carlos sits on the chair by the desk in your room while you and Rupert catch up. He tells you how Alexandra has to do some sort of set here so they both came along. He also tells you about all the stuff Harlow has been up too, crawling, her babbles, the almost tooth that’s starting to show up. You could really tell that he loved being a dad.

His phone buzzes, he gets up after sending a quick message. “Can you watch her for like..” he checks his watch, “an hour? I’ll be back for her. I promise.”

“Yeah,” you smile, tickling the baby’s side. “we’re gonna have a good time, aren't we, mama?” you ask the little girl, she giggled and rolled over onto her tummy. Rupert says something to Carlos quietly, you were too busy switching the channel to kid appropriate station. Rupert leaves and leaves Carlos with you.

“Why are you still here?”

“I don't know where Rupert’s going. Do you want me to leave?” He asks. You shrug, rolling onto your stomach; both you and Harlow in the same position.

Carlos’s eyes rake over your body; hair up in a ponytail, the black shorts you had on were peeking out under the long white jersey you had one. A Real Madrid jersey that had Sainz and 55 on the back, the same jersey that had once belonged to him.

2019, Barcelona.

The hotel was quiet, Wednesday night. Everyone was relaxing before a jam packed media day tomorrow. Everyone except the two of you.

Carlos has roped you into watching the football game with him. You were now sat on the couch in his hotel room, eyes fixed on the screen but you had literally no idea what was happening. Your entire life was motorsport, it was the only thing you watched and followed as a kid. It hadn’t changed but Carlos on the other hand, was an avid football fan, especially to his beloved Real Madrid.

“Carlos ?” “Hm?” he answers, eyes on the screen.

“I have no idea what’s happening right now.” You admit to the man who finally looks over at you with shock on his face. “Have you never seen a football game?” he laughs, thinking you're joking.

“Yeah, actually. I haven’t.”

Carlos turns completely to face you. “You’re not dressed for the part. Hold on,” he gets up, rushing to his suitcase and starts digging for something. You glance down at the orange hoodie you had on, the McLaren logo on the left side and your brows furrow, “what’s wrong with my hoodie?”

He comes back, “everything.” He hands a white shirt over to you and you hold it out in front of you. A white Real Madrid jersey.

“You just walk around with this?” you glance at the man.

“Yeah, you don’t?” he grins, sitting next to you.

“Can’t say that I do.” you laughed. He looks over at you, “what?” you ask.

“Go change.” He says, you set the shirt down and go to pull off your hoodie. Carlos being the gentleman he is, looked back at the screen and not at you. He’d also be lying if he said he didn’t sneak one single glance but that’s a conversation for another time.

You tap his shoulder and he looks back over at you. “Well?” you gesture to the shirt that hung off your body. “Perfect.” He grins.

You scoot back next to him and Carlos starts to explain the game to you, telling you about the players, what teams he liked and doesn’t. He also has you guess the calls and players like it was a quiz.

By the end of the game, you had gotten most of it. It wasn’t all that late but you both had to be up pretty early for media in the morning. “Alright, I should head out.”

“Already? We didn’t have dinner.” Carlos pouts, making you laugh.

“We had a whole pizza just now. They’re gonna kill us.” They being your trainers.

“Fine, let me walk you back to your room then.” He gets up, switching off the tv. The two of you walk in silence to the door that was all but 4 doors down. You unlock the door, the two of you standing in the doorway. “I’ll see you for 8?” He asks and you nod.

“Oh! Carlos, your shirt.” You look down, “give me a minute and let me change.”

The man shakes his head, “keep it.” “Are you sure?”

“Looks better on you than it did on me, no?” He smiles, leaning towards you to press a kiss to your cheek. Carlos says he’ll meet you in the morning and wishes you a goodnight before heading out.

You go about your nightly routines but it wasn't until you stepped into the bathroom to brush your teeth was it that you noticed his last name plastered across the back along with 55.

Snapping a photo of the back in the mirror, you send it to the man.

To Chilli: *1 Image Attachment* cute no?

From Chilli: Told you it looked better on you

“I’m capable of watching her, you know.” you glance at him, breaking his thought. “I know.” He shifts towards the bed, sitting on the edge.

“So why are you really here?” You ask, glancing over at Harlow who had rolled onto her back, trying to pull her sock off her foot.

Carlos looks at you, you too have changed positions. You’re sitting up, legs criss crossed under you as you look over at him. “I miss you.”

“What?” you laugh, picking up Harlow who started crying. You get off the bed and start rocking her, pacing the length of the bed while you do so.

Carlos watched you with the little girl, his heart swelling at the sight. A part of him had always wondered what it would have been like had you two met under different circumstances. Neither of you wrapped up in your career from such a young age and just lived normal lives.

Would you two still be friends? Would it have blossomed into more like he had always secretly hoped it would have?

Carlos could picture the 2 of you in a big house with a wrap around porch like you had always wanted, 3 kids and a dog. Working boring suburban jobs and raising your family together. If he wasn't sure of anything, he was sure of this; he loved you.

You glance back at the man on the bed, his gaze loving and warm. It brought a level of comfort to you. He was your person. Carlos had been by your side since you were 22, barely an adult and he helped you find your footing. Your first real partner and you’ll always regard him in the highest of standards.

The love you had for this man was matched by no one else, romantic or not.

You knew had you met in another lifetime, you would have married him. 3 kids and a dog, a big house with a wrap around porch. You could see it in front of you anytime you looked at him; he’d come home from work only to be tackled by the kids, coming into the kitchen to give you a kiss while you made dinner. In another lifetime, you would have been a writer too, maybe you would have loved motorsport there too but you knew one thing in this lifetime and the next; You loved Carlos.

“I miss you.” His words bring you back to reality. You’re answering before you can even process. “I miss you too.”

There’s a comfortable silence in the room, you glance over at the little girl in your arms, her eyes closed and she’s drooling on the jersey. Climbing back on the bed, you put Harlow down in the middle. You’re to her left and Carlos to her right with her in the middle.

You look over at the man laying across from you.

“Do you think that we could have been something else?” You ask him quietly, He hum and shrugs. “Why do you ask?”

“Sometimes I wonder if we had met some other way, that this would have been all different.” You sigh.

“I think so too.” He whispers to you, reaching over the girl to take your hand. “Maybe just not in this lifetime.”

“Or even the next, because you’re stubborn.” you smile at him and the man mirrors your expression.

“Y/n?” “Carlos?”

“Te quiero”

"Me too.”

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Part Two: Yours In Every Lifetime

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The Fateful Encounter

Season 1: Episode 1

Context: The duo (Carlos & you) meet a scared Charles at superstore, alone. They help him and take him back to their safe house where he joins them. While Charles' younger brother, Arthur gets rescued by a certain Dutch.

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“Come to daddy.” You say as you bash a zombie’s head in with your beloved barbed baseball bat.

“Daddy?” Carlos says bemusedly, you raise your eyebrow in question as he clarifies further, “thought it’d be mommy no?”

“Just said what felt right, ya know in the moment.” You explain your choice of wording.

This is the type of mundane conversation you miss. The situation is far from normal but being with Carlos and talking to him makes it a bit more normal. You’re grateful, for any type of normality to be honest. Being stuck in a zombie apocalypse is far from ideal.

You and Carlos are responsible for grocery runs, getting foods for the week and anything medical that we come across that can potentially aid you. You have a routine, once a week you and Carlos equipped with guns and weapons go to the grocery stores in the city and raid it to get rations for the week. It’s risky and you rarely encounter someone who isn’t the walking dead until now.

“Wait, I think I heard someone crying.” You say cautiously to your partner.

“It’s probably one of those monsters.” Carlos says ready to shoot them if they approach the currently barren superstore.

You go over to the cashier’s counter and peek underneath it and see a man in his mid 20s, asleep yet lightly crying.

“Carlos! Come here quick.” You say urgently as your eyes widen seeing the alive man under the counter.

Carlos comes to you and you both share a look. This man is clearly alive and well, you know you need to help him so you decide to wake him up.

“Hey wake up.” The man murmurs a bit, still not waking up so you decide to slap him and he jolts awake.

“Good to see you’re not a zombie.” Carlos jokes to show that that duo means no harm.

“Hey you okay? What’s your name?” You ask him.

“I’m Charles, please I need your help.” The man babbled hurriedly.

"Hey hey calm down we'll help you. We have a safehouse, outside the city, it's pretty safe there. You can come with us." You console the trembling man.

Charles quickly hears the groaning from a zombie approaching the store. As he fumbles with gun in his hands, Carlos takes the bat from your hands and quickly walks over to the zombie and bashes its skull in with the bat until the zombie is completely dead.

"Let's go before more arrive." You tell the boys.

You guys finish your grocery run and get in the car with Charles in tow. While Carlos is driving, you turn around, lean your head against the seat and ask to Charles who seems lost in his own thoughts, "I meant to ask this earlier, but were you by yourself?"

This seems to bring him back to reality. "Um well I was separated from my little brother a while back and just been trying to find him since." Charles mutters sadly. You feel a pang of sadness hearing this, being separated from family, not knowing whether they're even alive or dead is upsetting so you don't blame him for being despondent.

"I hope he's alive and well" Is all you can offer as a comfort response while Carlos' dark eyes focus on the road and the sun beyond it which seems to be setting.

After a hour, they arrive at abandoned cabin near the woods, the chain link fence is tall, enough to ensure no zombies come through. As the car is parked, you take the ammunitions bag while telling Charles to pick up the bag containing food stuffs.

"This is the place to be if you want to be safe." You brag about the safe house.

"Is there anyone else with you guys?" Charles asks, clearly impressed with the safe house and wondering if you both are the only people here.

"Ustedes han vuelto (You guys are back)." An older man, clearly spanish, calls out, as he walks over to where you all are standing with a German Shepard in tow. "I see you met someone, ¿Está todo claro? (he all clear?)." He asks as he scratches his chin and tilts his head as if trying to figure out Charles.

"Sí, lo revisé, sus signos vitales parecen estar bien y no tiene fiebre ni marcas de mordida. (yeah i checked, his vital seem okay and no fever or bite mark)." Carlos replies back in spanish while Charles wonders what they are talking about.

"Uh Charles this is Fernando, he's the one who actually rescued me. Don't worry he's not as grumpy as he looks." You introduce the monegasque to the older spanish man.

"Good to meet you sir." Charles replies.

"Sir? See you brats, that's how you should refer to me. Good to see another person who isn't muerto (dead)." Fernando chortles as he slaps Charles shoulder as everyone walks inside the house.

"You are a part of our crew now." You gush to the man as you wrap an arm around his shoulders.

"But you're gonna have to learn how to handle a gun if you wanna survive. I'm gonna teach you tomorrow so be ready at dawn." Carlos says.

“Carlos is an amazing teacher so worry not.” You comfort Charles noticing his worried expression.

Meanwhile….

A certain Dutch is cruising the streets in his car. He has a certain goal in mind: to get enough food rations and medical supplies for himself. Goal achieved so now he heads back to his safe house. A certain commotion catches his eye and then he hears a gunshot. He knew this meant there was someone alive trying to hold their own against these zombies.

He quickly goes towards the sound and sees a young man perched on top of a caravan with a sniper rifle. He scanned the surroundings and notice there were a few zombies around, not many to be consider as a hoard so he quickly took his weapons and fought off the few zombies and helped the young man come down.

“You okay kid?” Max asked the terrified 23 year old boy.

“Thank you for helping me.” He says breathlessly.

“No problem, I’m Max, what’s your name?” He asks the boy as he leads him to his car.

“I’m Arthur.” He replies, pausing before the car looking hesitant.

“What? Car not to your liking?” Max jokingly asks noticing the boy’s hesitation.

“No no nothing like that, it’s just that caravan seems useful, we should take it no?” Arthur says to the Dutch.

“Good thinking, can you drive?” Max asks the monegasque as he nods as a response.

As Arthur takes the caravan, Max instructs him to follow his car and they head back to his safe house.

Both Leclerc brothers are safe for now but they have no idea what the future holds in store for them. Will their new groups help them survive on this post apocalyptic Earth or will they succumb to the madness of becoming a zombie?

a/n: I am planning a whole series for this. I'll add you to the taglist if you want. I will release a few more chapters then make a masterlist so stay tuned. Enjoy!!!

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leclerckins · 10 months

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cooking challenge [cl16]

❀ pairing (s) — charles leclerc x chef!reader (ft. carlos sainz)

❀ desc — in which charles learn having a chef as his girlfriend doesn't really help his cooking skill

❀ notes — hi! its dina! was busy with exams and finally done with them so i will be around more (i hope!) had this idea in my drafts for a while so really hope that you guys will love this!

❀ part 2 here!

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the-offside-rule · 3 months

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Carlos Sainz Jr (Scuderia Ferrari) - Mirrors

Requested: yes

Prompt: 37) "We can't do that here."

38) "Im supposes to be making you feel good."

Warnings: smut, 18+, riding, papi!carlos

Carlos had been in his gym working out, trying to keep up his fitness since it was the off season after all. He was just finishing up his deadlines, when a figure in the background caught his attention. He watched her through the floor to ceiling mirrors as she walked behind him. Her fingers gently touched his biceps. "Hi, papi." She not-so-innocently said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He sighed and watched as she watched back to whatever machine she wanted to use now. Recently his girlfriend Y/n had been so very needy. She had been trying to tease him and in all honesty it was working. Carlos found himself having to constantly go to her and have sex with her just to relieve himself. While yes, it was great, it was getting annoying, but for Y/n, nothing was better than getting fucked by Carlos whilst he's annoyed or angry, so it always worked out for her.

Y/n adjusted the weight on the leg on the laying leg curl before she lay down and started doing her sets. She wasn't doing them properly whatsoever. She instead let the curl hit her ass, catching the attention of the Spaniard behind her. She kept glancing over to him every so often through the mirrors and spotted how hot and bothered he was getting. She loved making him feel this way. She ended up finishing up and decided to deadlift instead. She set up her weights and went about her workout. This would definitely get a reaction. He loved her ass and She made sure for him to notice it. It didn't take long before Y/n had bent with the bar and bumped into the driver behind her. She set the weights down and looked up as Carlos stood behind her, with a disapproving look on his face.

"Do you need help?" He asked. Y/n smiled innocently. "No. Why?" She asked. His eyes fell to her cleavage. He swallowed hard. Her plan was working again. "You're clearly looking for something. My attention maybe?" She shook her head. "No, not at all. It's cute that you think I would revolve my workout on trying to get your attention." He clenched his jaw. "Fine. Be like that." Carlos said staring off to his side of the gym. Y/n smiled again. "I don't know what you mean." She turned and leaned down to grab the bar again, before she heard a low grumbling.

"Alright, I'm sick of this." He muttered. Y/n turned to look at him confused. "Get here now." He growled. "Oh no, we can't do that here." She teased. "Y/n. I said now." He repeated, his voice deeper and more commanding. Y/n grinned. Suddenly, her favourite workout would be her boyfriend. His arms were open, ready to lift her upon impact. Y/n hopped up and grabbed onto his broad and sweaty shoulders. Their lips met in a needy kiss and this is where it started getting messy. Carlos pulled Y/n's shirt off, lifting her breats with his hand and kissing them both hungrily, whilst Y/n tangled her fingers in his hair, her chest heaving with each kiss Carlos gave her. "You're so fucking annoying." He muttered, looking up at her. "So put some manners on me, Papi."

Carlos grinned and slowly dropped to the ground. "Touch yourself for me, princesa." He demanded lowly. Y/n's hands dropped from his shoulders and antagonisingly traced over his abs, before moving up her own torso. She licked her fingers and began pleasuring herself whilst Carlos simply watched, taking out his length. Y/n's head fell backwards. "Hey, eyes down here." He said, gripping her throat and pulling her head to look down to him. Y/n gasped and did what she was told. Carlos' fingers soon joined Y/n's and moved her shorts and panties to one side. "Raise your hips for me, please." He asked. Y/n sat up as Carlos aligned himself with her entrance. "Now, slowly princesa." He held her and helped her down onto his hard length slowly so she could get used to him. No matter how often they had sex, she always needed to adjust to him again.

"Slowly." He repeated as Y/ tried to start a qucik rhythm. "I thought you wanted to work out?" She grinned. Carlos' hands ran up her thigh. "Don't worry. I'll do my hip thrust sets now." Y/n felt herself growing wetter at his words. "Go on, Papi." He grinned and began lifting and lowering his hips as Y/n met his rhythm. They locked eyes. Who would break first? Who would go wild first? Y/n held in her moans, clutching her throat with her own hands. "Ah, no cheating." He said. "But it feels so good." She whimpered. "Hey!" His hand gripped her throat and squeezed lightly. "I'm supposed to be making you feel good." Y/n whimpered. "Oh fuck it." She leaned forward and began bouncing up and down much quicker, much to Carlos' dislike. Another hard slap landed onto her ass. "What did I just say?" He asked. "Papi, I can't help it. You're just too fucking good."

Carlos tutted and stopped his thrusts. "Get off." Y/n looked down. Did she finally push him too far? "Carlos, I didn't mean to. Come on, let's finish. I'll never do it again. I promise." Carlos smirked. "While I love to see you beg, its okay." He stood up, taking her with him and walked the short distance to the nearest wall. I just want to fuck you up against the mirror." She let out a shakey breath as Carlos had her lean against the mirrored wall, only being able to watch her face contort as Carlos done the most unholy of things to her. His hand reached around and took hold of her throat, giving a light squeeze. A strained moan managed to escape past her lips.

The other hand held firmly onto her hips before he delved in without much warning. She held in her noises as best she could, knowing that Carlos would only fuck her harder to hear them and that's what she wanted. She bit her lip as Carlos' thrusts grew harder and harder, that was until he grabbed her hair and messily wrapped it around his fist until it was nothing but a clump. He pulled her head back to look at him in the reflection, her eyes dropping down to look at his delicious lips. "Grita para mi, princesa." He rasped into her ear as he began to pulsate in her, his pattern speeding up. Her head fell back as his hand let go of her hair and instead fell to grip the sweaty skin of her hips. "Te gusta cuando te hablo español?"She gasped as his hand landed a firm smack onto her ass.

"Yes." She moaned, one hand leaning on the mirror whilst the other fell behind her to grab Carlos' arm. "What did you say?" He interrogated. "Yes, papi." She looked back through hazy eyes to see his lazy grin resting on his face. "Dejame escucharte." Those were the only words he had to say and she was a mess. Her throat almost hurt from how loud she was being, but she didn't care; she had been waiting on this all week. His thrusts became sloppy as he felt himself coming towards his high. His hand fell from Y/n's throat, much to her distaste, but that soon ended as Carlos had instead started massaging her clit instead. "Papi, can I?" She begged.

"Wait for me, hermosa." He groaned, nearing with each stroke inside her. "Carlos! Please!" He knew once she started saying his name again, she just needed it and at this stage, he was too close to stop this and tease her. "Finish for me." Y/n gripped his forearm as her walls clenched around him and she found herself coming undone, Carlos finishing up soon after.

Carlos held her close, their bodies sticking together with the sweat. As they caught their breaths, Carlos left a trail of kisses down her back before pulling out gently and lifting her into his arms bridal style. "Too much?" He asked as he carried her to the bathroom. "Not enough." Y/n joked. "Maybe we can always go for a round two in the shower." She suggested, kissing his cheek delicately. "Not in the shower. The water gets everywhere. Not a fan." Y/n rolled her eyes. "You didn't mind in Brazil last year-"

"That was different." Y/n simply looked at him amazed as they got into the shower. Carlos put the water on and the water cascaded down their bodies, almost as if washing away their sins. He reached for Y/n's shampoo, taking some out and beginning to stroke it through her hair. Y/n stood with her head held back as she felt the intimacy of it all. "You're a true gentleman." She said quietly. He chuckled. "How so?" He asked. "You let me finish first and you're cleaning me. What more could I ask for?" He smiled and kissed her shoulder. "I will always look after you. You know that." Y/n turned and looked into Carlos' deep brown eyes, her arms reached up and around his broad shoulders as his hands took their usual place at her hips. "And I am the most fortunate woman to have you."

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