Carlos Sainz Jr x Teammate!Fem!Reader
Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, the wags are reader’s besties and they all make an appearance, the whole grid is here - I had too - no I mean it, everyone and their mum is there, a very prolonged ceremony because I’m a sucker for this stuff, so much fluff it’s giving me cavities, Charles and George give the best speeches, the tiniest implications of almost smut.
Author’s Note: this one goes out to the ben hate club but especially to miss cece, the mother hen of us and our craziness. happy birthday babe!! <33 @timetoracewrites and also Carlos cause they’re birthday twins <3 // also forgive the poorly translated Spanish in this, I tried okay
Part One: In This Lifetime Or Another // Part Two: Yours In Every Lifetime
The tears have dried and started falling again, your cheeks itchy from how wet they were. There’s a knock on the door and you can’t even bring yourself to get up and open it.
“Y/n, you decent?” The man calls out, opening the door slowly. Rupert sticks his head into the doorway only to see you on the floor. He rushes in, letting the door slam shut behind him. Rupert’s eyes study you, you’re sitting with your back to the wall, your dress hanging off the curtain rod and the curling iron still plugged in on the vanity. He unplugs the curling iron first off before crouching down in front of you.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He grabs your hand, pulling you up from the floor. Rupert walks you over to sit on the bed, handing you a tissue to wipe your eyes.
You let out a shaky breath, wiping your face dry. “It’s just a lot. I didn’t realize how alone I was until now and it sorta piled up on me.” You tell him quietly. “Blanca and Ana were here earlier but they had to go get dressed so I’m on my own, it hit me, that’s all.”
“Do you want me to go get-” “No!” You cut Rupert off, you knew where he was going with that and you didn’t want that right now.
There was nothing traditional about this but something had to be the same so you can have some sense of normalcy.
You had lost your parents during your first and second season of F1. Your mum had passed first, your father the following year; that’s how it usually goes, when one passes, the other is not far off. She didn’t get to see you win your championship, your father barely holding on to see you win the first one with McLaren. You moved to Mercedes and won your second one the following year. Your parents were high school sweethearts, they spent so much of their lives together, it was impossible for him to live without her. You were an only child that came from two only children.
How truly tragic that they left you to deal on your own. Incredibly selfish too, did they not think that you would need support ?
“Wait here. I’ll figure something out, okay?” Rupert gives you a small smile, leaving you in the room before disappearing out the door.
It had to be at least 30 minutes before he returned. In the meantime, you had washed your face and made yourself a drink in hopes of calming your nerves.
There’s a gentle knock on the door, the ginger sticking his head in the doorway. “Can I come in?” He asks and you nod, sitting on the edge of the bed.