by the mediterranean sea pt1⛵🐚🌊
⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°carlos sainz x sea house!neighbour⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°
summary: summer break = unlocked☀️ carlos and his family pull up to their mallorca home, ready for sun, sand, and zero responsibilities. but then they spot a stunning yacht parked right in front of the airbnb next door. Carlos's inner detective activates: WHO. OWNS. THAT. BOAT. ⛵👀
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The Sainz family pull up to their beautiful generational sea house Carlos, his dad, mum, sister, brother-in-laws, nephews, and a crew of friends ready for the summer festivities.
Teto: Looks like the neighbours have arrived before us
Carlos:whistles Look at that boat, wow!
Mama sainz: We will go introduce ourselves later, let's all settle in first
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After settling in, arranging his room and cycling gear, Carlos decided to take a brief dip in the ocean before dinner and possibly meet their neighbors. He quickly put on his swim trunks, slipped out the back door, and spotted the large traditional gulet yacht to his far left. It was even more stunning up close. Turning his attention to the family's private dock, he walked to the edge and jumped off into the perfect blue water.
Mama Sainz: ¡Carletes! Come in, amor. The neighbors have come to say hi.
Carlos: Okay, Mama. Let me dry off.
Carlos quickly got out of the water, dried himself off, and headed back inside. He could hear his family chatting with unfamiliar voices in the family room, so he decided to sneak upstairs first to at least put on a shirt. After grabbing a simple tee and fixing his hair, he headed back down ready to introduce himself and hopefully learn more about that gorgeous vessel.
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He walked into the family room and stopped cold.
Standing there was the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered. She was just his type physically a little shorter than him but of course, he wouldn't embarrass himself.
Papa Sainz: This is my son, Carlos.
Random Older Lady: Oh, he looks very familiar... Is he an athlete?
Ana Sainz: He's a MID-field F1 driver.
Carlos: (glancing at his sister) The exaggerated "mid" wasn't necessary. (turning to the woman, smiling) It's nice to meet you, ma'am.
Random Older Lady: Oh yes, I remember you now! My daughter Y/N and I attended the Monaco GP to showcase our commercial yacht fleet back in 2024. You got 3rd in that race, right?
Carlos: Yes, back when I was at Ferrari. It's lovely to meet you both. So you own a boat company?
Y/N: Yes, we do. It's also lovely to meet you
Mama Sainz: Hope you'll join us for dinner? We're having Peix al Forn amb patates with Gató de Almendras for dessert.
Y/N's Mum: We would be honoured, Reyes.
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As our parents continued chatting and my sister kept Y/N occupied, Teto noticed that I couldn't take my eyes off her while getting the dishes to set the table.
Teto: whispers Don't hit your face on the pillar. And stop drooling.
I smiled and pulled myself together. My mother noticed and gave me a knowing smirk. I knew she was about to play matchmaker and for the first time, I didn't mind at all.
Suddenly, I found myself seated right beside Y/N for dinner. My mother's doing, obviously, with her sitting right between Ana and me. I immediately noticed Y/N was the quiet type but even prettier up close. Her eyes were so beautiful, even underneath her glass frames.
So I decided to start up a conversation.
Carlos: So...what brings you guys to Mallorca?
Y/N: Mum and I wanted to test out our new traditional-hybrid yacht before pre-orders go into production to make sure everything is exactly the way it should be, both engineering-wise and aesthetically.
Carlos: That's very impressive. You seem very passionate about the business.
Y/N: It was my grandparents'. I'm just a nepo-baby.
Carlos: I mean... technically, I'm also a nepo-baby. My dad is a racing driver and way more accomplished than I am.
Y/N: Come on, Carlos! Give yourself more credit. You've never even had a championship contender.
Carlos: pausing, caught off guard Yeah... you're right. Wait how do you know that? Do you actively watch F1?
Y/N: looks down at her plate bashfully Yes I do
Carlos: That's great! what team do you support?
Y/N: looks him dead in the eye Williams overweight F1 team
Ana: laughs She said you guys have a fat ass car
Mama Sainz: clears throat Can be we start eating now?
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Everybody settled in for dinner. My sister, of course, took control of the conversation with Y/N leaving me to just listen and steal glances between bites while Teto talks my ear off. That's how I found out she studied marine engineering at MIT, wants to start her own Sail GP team one day, and lives in Cannes most of the year. Which is, of course, a stone's throw away from Monaco.
carlossainz55 added a photos to their story.
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gossipf1source Carlos Sainz seems to be sitting beside a beautiful mystery woman at dinner with his family tonight according to Roberto Merhi's story, the Pilot has had an elusive relationship history with never being seen with any woman by his side in the paddock. Any guesses who it may be 👀
#F1 #CarlosSainz #Mallorca #GossipF1Source
user 1 probably a cousin
user8 dark hair, brown eyes probably part of the family
user55 knowing him it's no one tbh
user4 Teto won't post if that was Carlos gf
user33 he recently followed a private account that only follow 80 other people one being his sister
user4 yeah probably extended family
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After dinner, while our parents were saying their goodbyes and goodnights, I decided to try talking with Y/N some more so I wouldn't miss the chance to get to know her.
Carlos: It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Don't be a stranger, we are going to be here in Mallorca for the next three weeks while F1 is on summer break.
Y/N: Would you like a boat tour tomorrow?
Ana: jumping in We would love that!
I almost pushed my sister out the way. She can be annoying
Carlos: shooting Ana a look, then turning back to Y/N with a smile Yeah, we would!
Y/N: Ok see you guys tomorrow then, she walks past me and under her breath she says Good night Carlos
My heart begins to beat rapidly.
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That night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, but sleep wouldn't come. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw hers—those beautiful eyes behind those glass frames. I replayed her whispered "Good night, Carlos" at least a dozen times. Maybe more.
Thump.
I grabbed my pillow and threw it at the wall.
Teto: from the next room ¿Carlos? ¿Estás bien?
Carlos: groaning Go back to sleep.
Teto: You're thinking about her, aren't you?
Silence.
Teto: laughing softly That's what I thought. Buenas noches, Carletes.
I rolled over and checked my phone. 1:47 AM. The boat tour was in less than ten hours. What was I supposed to wear? What if I said something stupid? What if...
I stopped myself. I'm Carlos Sainz. I've raced wheel-to-wheel at 200 miles per hour. I've stood on podiums. I've handled pressure.
But somehow, the thought of seeing Y/N tomorrow made my stomach flip more than any race start ever had.
I smiled in the dark.
Good night, Y/N.
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