ೀ series: sae x f!reader | ೀ content warnings: fluff, angst, modern!au, arranged marriage, rich!reader and rich!sae, hints of manipulation/gaslighting, lots of bad parenting, bouts of toxicity/jealousy, swearing (more might be added)
synopsis: neither of you want this. both you and sae reluctantly agree to this marriage, although sae’s dissatisfaction far outweighs your own. with hidden agendas and old flames, will this ever work out between the two of you, or will your forced spark be doomed to fail?
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status: completed
word count: 51.1k
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prologue: all see through, just like glass
01: thorns without flowers, bars with no drinks
02: a million miles away, still you connect me in your way
03: for a while, you were all mine
04: behind a box of reasons why
05: if not for this love of mine
06: redefines in every way what love is
07: till forever falls apart
Synopsis: Max watches the woman he loves leave Earth on Artemis II, holding his breath until her voice crackles down from orbit — and when she finally returns, running straight into his arms, he realises home was never a place, just her coming back to him.
Requested: “Hii! Not sure if you are taking requests but can you do a fanfic of a Max Verstappen x reader!astronaut? l've recently been fascinated with Artemis Il and it would be great if reader is part of the crew!” - I hope you like it!
The kind that settled over a garage after a bad quali.
The kind that lived in the corners of hotel rooms at 3AM.
The kind that followed him home after a race he should’ve won.
But none of it compared to this silence — the one that filled his apartment the night before your launch.
You were in the kitchen, barefoot, hair tied up, wearing one of his old Red Bull hoodies like it was armour. Your mission patch was sewn onto the sleeve. He’d watched you stitch it on yourself, tongue between your teeth, refusing help even though he’d offered three times.
You were leaving Earth in the morning.
He still hadn’t figured out how to breathe.
“Max,” you said softly, leaning against the counter, “you’re staring.”
“I’m allowed,” he muttered, crossing the room to you. “You’re my girlfriend. And you’re going to space. I think staring is the bare minimum.”
You laughed — that warm, bright sound he’d memorised long before he ever admitted he was in love with you. He stepped behind you, arms sliding around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.
“You packed everything?” he asked.
“Mm‑hmm.”
“Even the photo?”
You turned your head, smiling. “The one of us in Monaco? Yeah. It’s in my personal kit.”
He exhaled, relieved. That photo — you on his shoulders, sunglasses crooked, both of you sunburnt and laughing — was the closest thing he had to proof that the world could be soft.
“You know,” you murmured, “you’re taking this harder than my parents.”
“Your parents aren’t dating someone who’s about to leave the planet.”
You nudged him with your elbow. “I’m coming back.”
“I know,” he said. And he did. Rationally. Logically. Statistically.
But love had never been rational for him.
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LAUNCH DAY
Max wasn’t prepared for how small you looked in the suit.
You’d always been larger than life to him — brilliant, stubborn, terrifyingly capable. But standing there in the white room, helmet tucked under your arm, NASA crew bustling around you, you looked… human. Breakable.
He swallowed hard.
You stepped toward him, boots heavy on the floor. “Hey.”
He tried to smile. It came out crooked. “Hey.”
“You’re not going to cry, are you?”
“No,” he said immediately. Too immediately.
You raised a brow.
“Okay, maybe a little,” he admitted.
You reached up, gloved hand brushing his cheek. “I’ll be fine, Max.”
“I know. I just—” His voice cracked. He hated that. “I just love you.”
Your eyes softened behind the visor. “I love you too.”
He kissed your helmet — the only place he could reach — and stepped back as the techs guided you away. You looked over your shoulder three times.
He counted every one.
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T‑0
Max watched the launch from the VIP area, but it felt like he was the only person on Earth.
The countdown thundered through the speakers.
1.
2.
3.
His hands shook.
10.
9.
8.
He whispered your name like a prayer.
7.
6.
5.
He stopped breathing.
4.
3.
2.
1.
The rocket ignited, a sun blooming on the horizon. The ground trembled. The air split open. And then you were rising — leaving him, leaving everything, climbing into the sky like you were born for it.
He didn’t cheer. He didn’t clap.
He just watched, jaw tight, heart somewhere in his throat.
When the rocket disappeared into the clouds, he finally exhaled.
“She’s okay,” someone said behind him.
He nodded. “Yeah. She is.”
But he wouldn’t believe it until he heard your voice.
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ORBIT
You called him from space.
Well — technically, NASA patched you through. But the moment your face appeared on the screen, floating slightly, hair drifting around your head like a halo, Max forgot how to speak.
“Hi,” you said, grinning.
He blinked. “You’re— you’re floating.”
“Yeah,” you laughed. “Zero‑G tends to do that.”
“You look beautiful.”
You rolled your eyes. “Max, I’m literally in a pressure suit.”
“And you still look beautiful.”
Your smile softened. “How are you holding up?”
“Terribly,” he said honestly. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
You showed him the Earth through the window — a glowing curve of blue and white. “You see that? That’s home.”
He swallowed. “Come back to it.”
“I will.”
“You promise?”
“I swear on the Moon.”
He laughed — really laughed — for the first time since you left.
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REUNION
The moment you spotted him, you broke into a run.
He met you halfway, arms wrapping around you so tightly the medics gave up trying to intervene. You buried your face in his neck, breathing him in like oxygen.
“You’re here,” he whispered, voice shaking. “You’re actually here.”
“I told you I’d come back.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, hands cupping your face. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”
You smirked. “Go to space?”
“Yes.”
“Max, I’m literally an astronaut.”
He groaned. “I know. I know. I’m proud of you. I’m just—” He pressed his forehead to yours. “I’m so in love with you it’s stupid.”
You kissed him — messy, relieved, grounding.
“I brought you something,” you murmured against his lips.
“What?”
You reached into your suit pocket and pulled out a small, sealed bag. Inside was a tiny patch of fabric.
Your mission patch.
The one you’d worn in orbit.
“For you,” you said. “So you have a piece of space too.”
He stared at it, then at you, then back at it.
“Marry me,” he blurted.
You froze. “What?”
“Marry me,” he repeated, breathless. “Not now. Not tomorrow. But someday. When you’re ready. When I’m ready. Just— someday.”
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little bitch: yn piastri and carlos sainz absolutely hate each other. carlos thinks she’s immature, yn calls him a little bitch on social media. they also kiss every now and then
still a little bitch: yn piastri and carlos sainz don’t hate each other anymore, but she still calls him a little bitch
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little champion bitch: carlos wins the mexico grand prix
one of us: reyes' birthday party
mama piastri: carlos meets nicole piastri
ridiculous: carlos pretends to be yn's boyfriend
worried: carlos gets scared when yn gets hurt
blubble wrap: yn gets protective over oscar's broken rib
therapy: oscar sees something on carlos' phone
carlos x2: bonding with carlos sr
i hope you never leave my side: carlos last dance with ferrari
wisdom: piastri sis gets her wisdom teeth removed
social media aus:
red: carlos is dating a singer who's 9 years younger than him, and it's all good until it isn't
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the carlos sainz roast: it's carlos' 30th birthday and what a better way to celebrate it than roasting him.
carlos sainz being hopelessly in love: a compilation: carlos sainz can’t help but talk about his girlfriend whenever he cans, fans make compilation videos about it
secret: carlos has been keeping his relationship secret for 6 months. the world has no idea that he's dating an a list actress
summary: yn piastri and carlos sainz don’t hate each other anymore, but she still calls him a little bitch. PART ONE
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If someone had told you a year ago that you would be making out with Carlos Sainz in his driver's room hours before the Monaco Grand Prix, you would've laughed in their faces and told them they were completely out of their mind.
Because why would you ever think of even breathing near the little bitch, right?
And yet, there you were. Your bodies pressed together as his lips explored your neck.
"Carlos," you murmured, your fingers tangling in his hair, "we shouldn't... someone could come in..."
He lifted his head, his brown eyes gleaming with desire. "Do you want me to stop, hermosa?"
"No," you admitted, "I don't want you to stop."
A satisfied smile played on his lips before he pressed them against yours again. His hands caressed your hips, pulling you even closer.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he whispered against your lips.
You couldn't help but smile. "The feeling's mutual, you little bitch."
He chuckled softly before speaking, "And to think that you hated me."
"I still do," you replied, but your tone lacked conviction. "It's just… I hate you a little less when you do that."
His lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear, making you shiver.
"Oh yeah?" he murmured, his hot breath against your skin. "And this?"
You let out a small moan, your nails digging slightly into his shoulders. "Maybe I hate you even less now."
He laughed softly, his hands sliding under your t-shirt. "You definitely don't hate me."
Almost a month had passed since that night in Carlos' car, and things between you two were amazing. You hadn't put a label on what you were yet, but you felt happier than ever.
You found yourselves seeking each other out more and more. But it wasn't just about the physical attraction or the tension of your bickering anymore. You discovered a side of Carlos you'd never seen before – his warmth, his humor, his vulnerability.
And you finally let your guard down and let him see that part of you, too.
The sarcastic remarks and playful insults were still there, but now they were tinged with affection rather than malice. Your friends had started to notice the change in your dynamic, especially Lando, who couldn't quite hide his knowing smirk whenever he saw you two together.
However, you decided to play it cool, not letting your friends know that there was something more between you and Carlos. They might be able to tell by now, but you still didn't want to admit it to them.
Which lead to secret rendezvous in hidden corners of the paddock become frequent occurrences. Like right now.
"As much as I'm enjoying this," you said as his lips still lingered on your neck and his hands roamed underneath your shirt, "I should go, someone's probably coming to get you shortly."
Carlos let out a soft groan of but nodded, slowly pulling away from you.
"You're right," he admitted, his hands reluctantly leaving your skin. "I wish we could stay like this, though. "
"I know," you smiled, reaching up to smooth his tousled hair. "But we can't risk getting caught, especially not today."
He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. "Tonight, then? After the race?"
"Assuming you don't crash into a wall, sure," you teased.
"Such faith in me," he chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll show you, hermosa. Watch me on that podium."
You were about to retort when a sharp knock on the door made you both freeze.
"Carlos? Five minutes until the briefing," came a voice from outside.
"Coming!" Carlos called back, "Looks like our time's up."
"I'll sneak out after you. Good luck out there, little bitch," you whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
"Gracias, mi amor," he murmured, the endearment slipping out naturally.
You paused for a moment, surprised by the warm feeling that spread through your chest at his words. But there was no time to dwell on it. With a final kiss on your lips, he was out of the room.
Your heart was pounding as you tried to casually make your way out of Carlos' room. You were so focused on appearing nonchalant that you almost walked right into Charles.
"YN?" he said, his eyebrows raised in surprise and a knowing smirk slowly spreading across his face. "What are you doing here?"
You felt your cheeks flush as you scrambled for an explanation. "Oh, Charles! Hi! I was just… uh… coming to wish you good luck on the race."
"In Carlos' room?" his smirk widened.
Your heart sank. Of course he'd noticed where you'd come from. You tried to keep your voice steady as you replied, "No, no… I just got a bit turned around. All these corridors look the same, you know?"
"Uh-huh," Charles said, clearly not buying it for a second. "Well, thanks for the good luck wishes. Though I'm not sure how sincere they are if you're sneaking out of my teammate's room."
You opened your mouth to protest, but the knowing look in Charles' eyes made you realize it was pointless. He'd figured it out.
You were surprised Alex haven't told him already, anyway.
"Relax, YN. Your secret's safe with me," he said with a wink. "Though you might want to fix your hair before you see your brother. It's a bit… disheveled."
You groaned, quickly running your fingers through your hair as Charles walked away, still chuckling. You tried to make the flush on your cheeks go away as you reached McLaren hospitality.
Carlos Sainz was driving you crazy in the best possible way.
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The party at Jimmy'z was in full swing, the air electric with the excitement of Charles' Grand Prix victory. The club was packed with F1 drivers, team personnel, and celebrities, all riding the high of the race day adrenaline.
You stood near the bar, your fourth glass of champagne in hand, feeling pleasantly buzzed. The room spun slightly as you looked around, your gaze inevitably drawn to Carlos. He was across the room, laughing with Pierre and Charles, but his eyes kept finding you in the crowd.
Every time your eyes met, you felt a jolt of electricity. The memory of his touch from earlier in the day lingered on your skin, making you crave more. You watched as he excused himself from his conversation and made his way toward you, weaving through the crowd with effortless grace.
"Enjoying the party, hermosa?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he leaned in close.
You shivered at his proximity, the scent of his cologne making your head spin even more. "It's alright," you said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Could be better though."
Carlos's eyes darkened at your words. He glanced around quickly before leaning in even closer, his lips barely brushing your ear. "Meet me outside in five minutes."
Before you could respond, he was gone, disappearing into the crowd. Your heart raced as you waited, trying not to watch the clock too obviously. When five minutes had passed, you made your way outside, your steps slightly unsteady.
The cool night air was a relief after the stuffy club. You spotted Carlos in one of the alleyways behind Jimmy'z. He turned as you approached, a smile spreading across his face.
"Remember the last time we were here?" he asked, pulling you close.
You giggled, the alcohol making you bold. "Yeah, when you kissed me unprovoked."
"Unprovoked?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, his hands settling on your waist. "I was being provoked by how insanely gorgeous you looked. Still do, by the way," he leaned even closer. "And if I recall correctly, you enjoyed it a lot."
"Maybe I did," you giggled, drunkenness clear in your every move. "Should we do it again?"
Without overthinking, you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a bold, impulsive kiss. It was tentative at first, testing the waters, but then you felt Carlos smile against your lips, his hands tightening on your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.
As the kiss intensified, you felt Carlos's hands slide from your waist to your lower back, pressing you even closer against him. The heat of his body contrasted with the cool night air, sending shivers down your spine. Your own hands moved up to tangle in his hair, earning a low groan from him that you felt more than heard.
Breaking apart for air, Carlos rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming in quick pants. "I'm crazy about you, Piastri," he murmured before leaning in for another kiss.
You were so lost in the moment that you didn't hear the footsteps of someone approaching.
"You freaking muppets! I knew it!"
You broke apart, startled, to see Lando standing there, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Lando!" you whined, burying your face in Carlos's chest. "Leave us alone!"
Carlos chuckled, his arms still around you. "How long have you known, cabron?"
"Please, you two are about as subtle as a neon sign," Lando smirked, crossing his arms. "Oh, this is too good. You two are so busted."
"Lando, please," Carlos started, but you cut him off.
"Go away, Lando!" you whined, clinging to Carlos. "We're busy."
Lando laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I'll leave you lovebirds alone. But we're definitely talking about this later!"
As Lando walked away, you turned back to Carlos, wrapping your arms around his neck, suddenly feeling very tired and more than a little drunk. "Take me home?" you asked, your words slurring slightly.
"Of course, mi amor," Carlos nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll drive you to Oscar's."
"Nooo," you whined, clinging to him. "I want to stay with you tonight. Please?"
Carlos hesitated for a moment, clearly torn. "YN, you're pretty drunk. Are you sure that's a good idea?"
You nodded vigorously, then immediately regretted it as the world spun. "I'm sure. I just want to be with you. Please?"
"Alright, alright, you win. Let’s get you back to my place," he said gently, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.
You beamed at him, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, little bitch."
The night might have been a blur, but one thing was crystal clear—you were falling hard for Carlos Sainz, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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You could practically hear your friend's and brother's laugh through the phone as you muted the conversation. Shaking your head, you grabbed your jacket and headed out to meet Carlos.
He was waiting for you outside, leaning against a lamppost with casual smile. The sight of him - dressed in jeans and a simple t-shirt, his hair slightly tousled by the breeze - made your heart skip a beat.
"There you are," he said, his face lighting up as you approached. "Ready to go?"
Without thinking twice about it, you wrapped your arms his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss, taking him by surprise. Carlos' eyes widened but he quickly melted into it, his arms wrapping around your waist. When you finally pulled away, he was looking at you with a mix of delight and wonder.
"Well," he said, a bit breathlessly, "that's quite a hello. What was that for?"
You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the blush creeping up your cheeks. "Do I need a reason to kiss you?"
"No, hermosa," he said, pulling you closer. "You never need a reason. You're allowed to kiss me whenever you want."
With a playful glint in your eye. You pulled him in and kissed him again.
God you were down bad, it's embarrassing.
"Dios mio," he murmured as you pulled away, "I could get used to this."
You laughed, linking your arm with his as you started walking. "Don't get too comfortable, little bitch. I still have a reputation to maintain."
Carlos chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Of course, Piastri. Whatever you say."
As you strolled through the streets of Montreal, you found yourself initiating more little touches - a squeeze of his hand, a kiss on the cheek, leaning into him as you walked. Each time, you noticed how Carlos's face would light up, how he'd pull you a little closer.
It occurred to you that maybe he'd been holding back, worried about pushing you too far or too fast.
For the past month, you'd been letting your guard down, bit by bit. Carlos had somehow managed to sneak past your defenses with his charm and the warmth that had been hidden beneath all that banter. You'd always prided yourself on being independent, on not letting anyone get too close. But with Carlos, things felt different, at least now they did.
Still, there were moments when doubt crept in, when old insecurities bubbled to the surface. What if this was all just a fling for him? What if you were reading too much into the way he looked at you, the way he seemed to treasure every kiss and touch? What if you eventually went back to your bitterness towards each other?
You hadn't put a label on whatever this was between you, and the ambiguity sometimes left you feeling unsteady, as if you were walking on a tightrope without a safety net.
But bringing it up to him felt intimidating.
"Whats on your mind?" Carlos asked once he noticed that you went quiet and your eyes were wandering.
You considered bringing up the subject, but decided to ignore the thought for now.
"Nothing," you replied with a small smile, squeezing his hand. "Just thinking about how Lando is going to have our heads for not wanting to hang out with him."
Carlos chuckled, shaking his head. "Lando will survive. He can’t have us all to himself all the time."
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As the Spanish Grand Prix weekend approached, you found yourself in Barcelona, exploring the city with Carlos in a way you never imagined possible.
The man who once irritated you beyond belief was now showing you his childhood spots, sharing stories of his youth with a boyish enthusiasm that made your heart flutter.
When you told Oscar about your plans to head to Barcelona early with Carlos, you braced yourself for the teasing that was sure to follow.
Your brother didn't disappoint, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he launched into a series of jokes about you "fraternizing with the enemy" and how you'd "finally succumbed to Sainz's charms." But beneath the banter, you could see the genuine happiness in Oscar's eyes.
After the laughter died down, he pulled you into a hug and told you he was glad you'd found someone who made you happy, even if it was "that Spanish menace."
He was the best brother you could've asked for.
"And this," Carlos said, gesturing to a small, unassuming restaurant tucked away in a narrow street, "is where you'll find the best paella in all of Barcelona. Maybe even in all of Spain."
"That's a bold claim, Sainz," you raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You better not be overselling it."
"Would I ever lie to you, Piastri?"
"Yes, absolutely," you retorted, but there was no bite to your words.
As you sat down to eat, the aroma of saffron and seafood filled the air. Carlos watched expectantly as you took your first bite, and you couldn't help but close your eyes in delight at the flavors.
"Okay, I'll admit it," you said, opening your eyes to see his triumphant smile. "This might actually be the best paella I've ever had."
"I told you!" he exclaimed, looking far too pleased with himself. "Never doubt a Spaniard when it comes to paella."
"Alright, you win this round," you rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips.
As you continued to enjoy the meal, a comfortable silence settled between you and Carlos. It was in these quiet moments that you found yourself marveling at how far you'd come - from barely tolerating each other to... whatever this was now.
"You know, I've been thinking," Carlos broke the silence, his voice softer than usual, "We've talked a lot about my childhood here in Spain, but I realize I don't know much about your early years in Australia."
You looked up from your plate, a bit surprised by the sudden change in topic. "Oh, well, what do you want to know?"
Carlos leaned forward, his elbows on the table, genuine curiosity in his warm brown eyes. "Everything. What was it like growing up there? What did little YN enjoy back then?”
You paused for a moment, caught off guard by Carlos's question. Your mind immediately went to your childhood memories with Oscar, and you found yourself launching into a familiar narrative.
"Well, growing up in Australia was quite an adventure, especially with Oscar around," you began, a fond smile playing on your lips, “Oscar's always been obsessed with anything that has wheels. Even as a toddler, he'd zoom around the house with his toy cars, making engine noises..."
As you launched into the story of Oscar's journey from go-karts to Formula 1, you found yourself getting carried away with the memories. You talked about the early morning drives to races, the smell of petrol and rubber that became a constant in your life, the way your parents juggled work and Oscar's growing career.
"...and then there was this one time, Oscar was about 14, and he'd just won a major championship. The interviewer asked him who his biggest inspiration was, and do you know what he said?" You paused, smiling at the memory.
Carlos shook his head, completely engrossed in your story.
"He said it was me. Can you believe that? His older sister who couldn't tell a thing about cars. I think I cried for an hour after that interview."
As you finished your tale, you noticed Carlos watching you with an unreadable expression. "What?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious.
Carlos smiled softly, reaching across the table to take your hand.
"Hermosa," he said gently, "I asked about your childhood, and you've told me all about Oscar's racing career."
You blinked, realizing he was right. "Oh, I... I guess I got carried away. Sorry about that."
"No, no," Carlos squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I love hearing about Oscar, truly. But I want to know about you. What did you like growing up? What were your passions, your dreams?"
You blinked, suddenly realizing that you had automatically steered the conversation towards Oscar, as you had done countless times before when asked about your childhood. The fact that Carlos had redirected the focus back to you left you momentarily speechless.
"I... wow," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't think anyone's ever asked me that before."
"Really? But surely people must have been interested in your childhood too?"
You shrugged, feeling a sudden lump in your throat. "Not really. I mean, Oscar was always the star, you know? My pride and joy, the racing prodigy. People were always more interested in his story."
Carlos squeezed your hand gently. "Well, I'm interested in your story. Tell me about little YN Piastri, not just Oscar's sister."
You took a deep breath, feeling a lot of emotions you couldn't quite name. Carlos's genuine interest in your personal story touched something deep within you, a part of yourself you'd almost forgotten existed.
"Actually," you began, your voice soft as you delved into long-buried memories, "I was always drawn to art. Not just painting or drawing, but all forms of visual expression. I remember spending hours in our backyard, arranging leaves and flowers into patterns, or using chalk to create massive, colorful murals on our driveway."
"That sounds beautiful. Did you take classes?" Carlos leaned in, his eyes bright with interest.
"Not really. I wasn't great in school, to be honest. Sitting still, focusing on textbooks - it just wasn't my strong suit. But give me a blank canvas or a lump of clay, and I could lose myself for hours."
"So why didn't you pursue it?" Carlos asked gently.
You paused, considering Carlos's question. It was something you'd never really articulated before, even to yourself.
"I guess... I never saw it as something to pursue," you said slowly. "My focus was always on Oscar. From the moment he started showing promise in racing, I just naturally fell into the role of his protector, his support system."
You smiled softly, remembering those early days. "Oscar was so talented, but he was also just a kid with big dreams and even bigger pressures. I felt like it was my job to shield him from the worst of it, to be his safe haven. It wasn't a sacrifice, not really. It was a choice I made out of love. Oscar's success, his happiness - that became my passion."
"But what about your art?" Carlos pressed, his tone careful but curious.
You shrugged, a mix of emotions flickering across your face. "It just… faded into the background, I guess. There were always races to attend, equipment to pack. My sketchbooks got buried under stacks of racing magazines. My easel gathered dust in the corner of my room."
Carlos reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "YN , that's… that's incredibly selfless of you. But don't you miss it?"
You felt a wave of emotion wash over you at Carlos's question, his gentle touch grounding you.
"I do," you admitted softly, your eyes meeting his. "I've been Oscar's sister, his supporter, for so long. I'm not sure I remember how to be anything else."
"Oh, mi amor," Carlos said softly, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "You're so much more than just Oscar's sister. You're YN - a woman with a beautiful heart and a determinate mind. Your love for Oscar is admirable, but it doesn't have to be the only thing that defines you," he paused, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, "I'm honored to be close to that woman. The one who sees beauty in leaves and flowers, who can lose herself in creating art, even when she forgets about it."
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. But old habits die hard, and you found yourself deflecting with humor. "Wow, Sainz," you said, a teasing glint in your eye. "Are you always this sappy, or am I just special?"
Carlos's face broke into a grin, recognizing your playful tone. "Only for you, Piastri. I have a reputation to maintain, you know."
"Oh please," you rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. "Your reputation as what? A little bitch?"
Carlos' face broke into a wide grin, "One day you'll stop calling me that."
You couldn't help but laugh, the tension of the earlier conversation dissolving into familiar banter. "Keep telling yourself that, Sainz."
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Saturday arrived in Barcelona, which meant it was time for qualifying.
After your quick rendezvous with Carlos in his motorhome - something that was routine by now- you made your way towards the paddock club to meet Alex and Kika. Your mind was still buzzing from Carlos' touch, your skin tingling where his lips had been just moments ago.
Your hair was slightly tousled, a result of Carlos' fingers running through it. You could still feel the ghost of his kisses on your neck, and the memory sent a shiver down your spine. Pausing briefly, you tried to smooth down your clothes and fix your appearance in the reflection of a nearby trailer. The last thing you needed was more knowing looks from your friends, you had enough when Lando teasing you and Carlos whenever he had the chance.
Approaching the paddock club, you spotted Alex and Kika waiting for you near the entrance.
"Hey, there you are!" Alex called out as you neared. "We were starting to wonder if you'd gotten lost."
You rolled your eyes playfully. "In a place I've been coming to for years? Not likely."
The three of you sat down at a nearby table and ordered something to drink. The conversation flowed easily, touching on everything from race predictions to the latest paddock gossip.
"So," Kika said, leaning forward towards you, "how are things going with Carlos? You two seem pretty cozy lately."
You felt a blush creeping up your neck, the warmth spreading to your cheeks. You took a sip of your drink to buy yourself a moment, but you couldn't hide the smile that tugged at your lips. "Things are good. Really good, actually."
"But…?" Alex's eyes narrowed slightly as she studied your face.
"But nothing," you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "We're just enjoying each other's company."
Kika's eyebrows shot up, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Wait, has he not asked you to be his girlfriend yet? I thought for sure you two would be official by now."
Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, bringing all your insecurities rushing to the surface. The ones you've tried to push away since this thing with Carlos began.
You tried to keep your expression neutral, but your friends knew you too well. The smile you'd been wearing moments ago faltered, and you could feel the doubt creeping in.
"Hey," Alex said softly, reaching out to squeeze your hand. "I'm sure it doesn't mean anything. Carlos is crazy about you, anyone can see that. Every relationship moves at its own pace."
You nodded, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "Yeah, of course. We're just taking things slow, that's all."
But as the conversation moved on to other topics, you couldn't shake the doubt that had taken root in your mind. You found yourself only half-listening, your thoughts a swirling mess of questions and insecurities.
Why hadn't Carlos made things official? Was he keeping his options open? Were you still just his rival's sister who picked fights with him in his eyes? The rational part of your brain tried to argue that labels didn't matter, that what you and Carlos had was special regardless of what you called it. But the insecure part wouldn't be silenced so easily.
As you sat there, surrounded by the chatter of your friends and the energy of the circuit, you felt a strange sense of isolation creep over you. You were in Carlos' home city, surrounded by his world, and yet you'd never felt more unsure of your place in it.
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"Finally," Carlos breathed, as he opened the door. Before you could utter a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, kicking the door shut behind you. In one fluid motion, he pressed you against the wall, his body flush against yours.
"Carlos, what-" you started, but he silenced you with a searing kiss.
When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless. "Sorry," he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. "I've been wanting to do that all day."
"You saw me right after the race, you needy little bitch."
Carlos' hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer. "That was hours ago. Far too long."
"Seriously?" you teased, though you couldn't keep the affection out of your voice. "You're ridiculous, Sainz."
"Maybe," he conceded, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear. "But you like it."
Carlos began to trail kisses down your neck, his touch igniting sparks across your skin. You laughed as he pulled you towards the bed, your fingers intertwining with his.
"Slow down, hotshot. The bed's not going anywhere."
"But my patience might," he turned to face you, "Do you know how hard it was to focus on the post-race interviews when all I could think about was getting you alone?"
"Oh, poor baby," you teased gently, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. "It must have been tough, going over the race data after a P6 finish."
Carlos groaned dramatically, pulling you closer. "Torture, hermosa. Absolute torture."
Carlos guided you towards the bed, his hands never leaving your body. With a gentle push, he lowered you onto the mattress, quickly following to hover above you. His lips found yours again, the kiss deep and passionate, as his hands roamed your sides, slipping under the hem of your shirt.
You arched into his touch, your own hands exploring the firm planes of his back. Carlos broke the kiss to trail his lips along your jawline, down to the sensitive spot on your neck that always made you gasp.
"You're really needy today, aren't you?" you said, running your fingers through his hair.
Carlos' lips quirked into a smirk, his eyes softening with affection. "I'm always needy when it comes to my girl," he murmured, leaning in to capture your lips once more.
Your breath caught in your throat, not just from the sensation of his warm breath on your skin, but from his words. My girl. The phrase echoed in your mind, stirring up the doubts you'd been trying to push away.
Suddenly, Kika's voice from your earlier conversation rang in your ears. "Wait, has he not asked you to be his girlfriend yet?"
The warmth that had been building in your chest turned cold as uncertainty crept in. If you were his girl, then why hadn't he made it official?
Carlos must have sensed your sudden tension because he pulled back slightly, his brow furrowing. "YN? What's wrong?"
You forced a smile, trying to shake off the doubts. "Nothing," you said, your voice not quite as steady as you'd hoped.
He studied your face for a moment, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you sure? We can stop if you're not feeling it."
"No, no," you assured him quickly, not wanting to ruin the moment. "I'm fine. Just… got distracted for a second."
Carlos didn't look entirely convinced, but he nodded slowly. "Okay, but promise me you'll tell me if something's bothering you?"
You nodded, pulling him back down for another kiss. As you lost yourself in the sensation of his lips on yours and his hands on your body, you pushed your concerns to the back of your mind.
A few moments later, you laid tangled beneath the covers, your head resting on Carlos' chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your bare shoulder. The afterglow should have been blissful, but your mind was elsewhere, racing with thoughts you couldn't quiet.
Carlos must have sensed your unease because he shifted slightly, tilting his head to look at you. "YN? What's wrong, hermosa? You seem… distant. Are you not feeling well?"
You sighed, debating whether to voice your concerns. "It's nothing, really. I just…" you trailed off, unsure how to continue.
"Hey," he said softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "Talk to me. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"
You bit your lip, your heart racing. "It's just… when you called me 'your girl' earlier… I don't know. It made me think."
"Think about what?" Carlos' brow furrowed slightly. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, no, you didn't," you assured him quickly. "It's more about… us, I guess. About what we are. What this is between us."
"YN," he said, his voice low and intense. "I thought I've been clear about how I feel about you. I've been yours since that kiss at Jimmy'z last year. Maybe even before that, if I'm being honest."
His words should have reassured you, but they only made your anxiety spike. You sat up abruptly, pulling the sheet around you.
You'd wanted clarity, but now that you had it, you didn't know how to handle it.
"But what does that mean, Carlos?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. "We've been doing... whatever this is for months now, but we've never really talked about it. We haven't put a label on it."
Carlos sat up too, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "I didn't think we needed to. I thought it was obvious how I felt about you."
"Obvious?" you repeated, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice. "How is it obvious when we've never actually discussed what we are to each other?"
Carlos reached for your hand, but you pulled away, standing up from the bed. You began pacing, your mind racing.
"YN, please," Carlos said, his voice soft. "Come back to bed. Let's talk about this."
You shook your head, reaching for your clothes. "I can't... I need to think. I need some space."
As you hurriedly dressed, Carlos got out of bed, pulling on his boxers. "Are you really running away, Piastri?" he asked, a hint of anger in his voice now. "I thought we were past this. That you weren't that arrogant girl who was ready to pick up pointless fights with me anymore."
His words stung, cutting deeper than you thought possible. It felt like a physical blow, knocking the air from your lungs and leaving you reeling. The accusation brought back all the insecurities you'd been trying to suppress, all the doubts about whether you deserved this happiness with Carlos. It was as if he'd reached into your chest and squeezed your heart, leaving you raw and vulnerable.
You whirled to face him, eyes flashing with hurt and anger. "Arrogant? Is that what you think of me?"
"No, that's not what I meant," Carlos ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice. "I just... I thought we'd moved past the point where you'd run away instead of talking to me."
"Maybe I wouldn't feel the need to run if you'd actually communicate with me," you shot back.
"Communicate?" Carlos scoffed. "That's rich coming from you. You're the one who's been keeping me at arm's length this whole time!"
The accusation hit you like a slap. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, come on, YN," Carlos said, his voice rising. "Every time things get too real, you pull away. You make a joke, you change the subject. It's like you're afraid of admitting that this might actually mean something."
"That's not fair," you protested, feeling tears prick at your eyes. "I'm here, aren't I? I've been here! But how am I supposed to be sure that this isn't just a fling for you? Or some twisted way to mess with Oscar?"
"Oscar?" Carlos looked you with wide eyes, shaking his head, "What does Oscar have to do with anything? This is about us, YN. You and me."
"Is it?" you challenged, your voice breaking. "Because sometimes I don't even know what 'us' means. Are we together? Are we just having fun? How am I supposed to know?"
Carlos' expression softened slightly, but his frustration was still evident. "You're not being fair, Piastri. I've always been the one to show my desire to be with you. I did it that night after Lando's party, remember? But you're the one who runs away when things get real."
His words hit home, and you felt a fresh wave of guilt and confusion wash over you.
"I don't... I don't run away," you said weakly, but even to your own ears, it sounded unconvincing.
"Don't you?" Carlos asked, his voice softening. "Every time I try to take a step forward, you take three steps back. I'm not the one who's afraid of labels here."
Silence lingered in the air, you felt physically sick. Carlos' words were true, every single one of them, deep down you knew it. As much as you tried to let your guard down with him, your self defense mechanisms always came through.
"When are you going to stop sabotaging your own happiness for other people?" Carlos asked after another minute of silence. "This isn't about Oscar, or anyone else. It's about you being too scared to admit that you might actually care about me."
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, once again. "Scared? You think I'm scared? I'm terrified, Carlos! Terrified of getting hurt, of ruining everything. And you're not exactly making it easy.""
"How am I not making it easy?" Carlos demanded, his voice rising. "I've been nothing but clear about my feelings for you. Every time I get close, you shut down!" Carlos shouted, his frustration boiling over. "It's like you're allergic to any kind of emotional intimacy!"
"Oh, that's something coming from you," you spat back. "Mr. 'I-can-charm-anyone-with-a-smile'. How do I know this isn't just another conquest for you?"
The moment the words left your mouth, you regretted them. You saw the hurt flash across Carlos' face, quickly replaced by anger.
"A conquest?" he repeated, his voice dangerously low. "Is that really what you think of me? After everything I've shared with you?"
"I don't know what to think anymore," you said, your voice breaking. "This whole thing is just... it's too much. I can't do this."
You turned towards the door, reaching for the handle. Carlos stepped forward, his anger dissipating, replaced by desperation.
"YN, wait," he pleaded. "Please, don't go. Not like this. Let's talk, mi amor. Don't run from me."
The term of endearment, spoken so softly, almost broke your resolve. You paused, your hand on the doorknob, torn between the urge to flee and the desire to fall into his arms.
"I... I can't, Carlos," you whispered, your voice thick with tears. "I need some time. Some space to think."
"YN, please," Carlos said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We can figure this out together. Just... stay. Please."
You turned to look at him one last time, your heart breaking at the pain in his eyes. "I'm sorry," you managed to say. "I'll... I'll call you later."
And with that, you stepped out into the hallway, leaving Carlos standing alone in his room.
You immediately felt like you made a huge mistake.
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You were curled up on the couch in your apartment, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, staring blankly at the TV screen. The sound was muted, the flickering images providing a distraction you desperately needed but couldn't quite focus on. Your phone lay face down on the coffee table, ignored despite the occasional vibration of incoming messages.
Your mind wandered to Carlos, it always did.
The memory of your argument played on repeat in your head, each hurtful word a fresh wound. You couldn't shake the image of his face - the hurt, the anger, the desperation in his eyes as you walked out the door. It haunted you.
Everything that had happened that night felt like a blur. The passion of your initial encounter, the tenderness of his touch, the way he called you "his girl" - it all seemed so perfect until your insecurities came crashing in. You wondered if you had overreacted, if you had let your fears get the best of you.
Carlos had been right about one thing - you did have a tendency to run when things got too real. It was a defense mechanism, a way to protect yourself from getting hurt. But in doing so, were you sabotaging your own happiness, like he said?
The only thing you were sure about was that it wasn't physical attraction or the remaining tension of your bickering from last year anymore, Carlos saw you in a way no one else did, and that terrified you as much as it thrilled you.
Your conversation with Lando from earlier that day came back to you. You had called him in a moment of panic, spilling out all your fears and doubts. Lando, ever the unusual voice of reason, had listened patiently.
"YN," he had said, his voice gentle but firm, "you can't let your insecurities ruin what you and Carlos could have. I've known him for years, and I've never seen him like this with anyone else. He really cares about you."
"But what if it doesn't work out?" you had asked, your voice small. "What if we end up hating each other again?"
Lando had chuckled at that. "You two are so stubborn, you know that? You're both so afraid of letting your guard down that you're pushing each other away. Someone needs to take the first step, YN. And from what Carlos has told me, he's been trying. Maybe it's your turn."
His words echoed in your mind now, mixing with the memory of Carlos' plea for you to stay.
You made a huge mistake by walking away that night, and now you didn't know how to fix it.
A soft knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts. You hesitated, not wanting to face anyone, but another, more insistent knock followed.
"YN? It's me, open up," Oscar's voice called from the other side.
With a sigh, you pushed yourself off the couch and shuffled to the door. When you opened it, your brother's concerned face greeted you.
"Hey," Oscar said softly, his eyes scanning your disheveled appearance. "Can I come in?"
You nodded, stepping aside to let him enter. Oscar walked in, his gaze taking in the dim lighting and the general disarray of your usually tidy living room. He turned to face you, worry etched across his features.
"What's going on, sis? I heard you're not going to Austria," he said, his voice gentle but probing. "And it looks like you haven't slept in days."
You shrugged, avoiding his gaze. "I just need a break," you mumbled, moving back to the couch and curling up in your previous position.
Oscar followed, sitting down beside you.
He reached out and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle and familiar. "YN, talk to me. What's really going on? Is this about Carlos?"
At the mention of Carlos' name, you felt a fresh wave of emotion wash over you. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. Oscar noticed your reaction and pulled you into a tight hug.
"Oh, sis," he murmured, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "What happened?"
You buried your face in your brother's shoulder, finally letting the tears fall. Between sobs, you started to explain everything that had happened in Barcelona - the conversation with Kika and Alex, your growing insecurities, the night in Carlos's hotel room, your argument. As you spoke, you could feel the weight of the past week pressing down on you, the emotions you'd been bottling up threatening to spill over.
"…and now, I don't know what to do," you finished, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I've ruined everything."
"YN, listen to me. You haven't ruined anything," Oscar said, "Relationships are complicated, and misunderstandings happen. But from what you've told me and what I've seen, it sounds like Carlos cares about you a lot. And I think you care about him too, more than you're willing to admit to yourself."
"But what if it all goes wrong?" you wiped your eyes, sniffling. "What if we end up hating each other even more than we did before? What if... what if I'm not enough for him?"
Oscar shook his head, a small smile on his face. "You've always been your own worst enemy, you know that?" you almost rolled your eyes at he familiar statement. "Remember when I left for boarding school? You were so upset, convinced that I was leaving you behind forever. You didn't want to say goodbye, afraid it would hurt too much."
The memory flooded back, and you felt a lump form in your throat. "Yeah, I remember," you said softly.
"But do you remember what happened after?" Oscar prompted.
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "We ended up talking more than ever. Phone calls, letters, video chats…"
"Exactly," Oscar said, squeezing your hand. "You were so scared of losing me that you almost pushed me away. But when you finally opened up, our relationship grew stronger than ever."
"That's different, Oscar. This is… it's Carlos. It's complicated."
"Is it?" Oscar challenged. "Or are you just making it complicated because you're scared? I've seen the way you two look at each other. It's not just some leftover tension from your rivalry. It's real."
You sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. "But what if-"
"No more 'what ifs'," Oscar interrupted. "You can't live your life afraid of what might happen. You're missing out on what's right in front of you," you were quiet for a moment, considering his words until he spoke again, "I know you’ve held back a lot in your life—for me, for our family—but I don’t want you holding back when it comes to Carlos.”
You blinked, slightly caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
Oscar hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “I mean… I’ve seen how much you sacrifice for the people you love. You’ve put so much of your own life on hold to support me, and I’ll always be grateful for that. But when it comes to Carlos—this thing between you—it’s different. I would never forgive myself if you sacrificed that for my sake.”
Your heart clenched at his words, and you realized how much Oscar understood you, maybe even more than you realized. “Oscar, I’m not holding back for you, I—”
“I know you’re not doing it consciously," he interrupted gently, "But I can see it. You’re worried about how our dynamic will change, or maybe how I’ll react. But, YN, I want you to be happy. If being with Carlos makes you happy, then I want you to go for it. Don’t worry about me. Don’t worry about anyone else.”
You sat there, absorbing what Oscar said. His words made you feel a lot of different things all at once. You realized he was right - you had been holding back, not just with Carlos, but in many parts of your life. This scared you, but also made you feel free.
It was time to put yourself first.
"I hate that you're always so wise, you're my little brother, I'm supposed to be the one giving you advice, not the other way around."
"To be fair, I was thrown into the motorsport world at an early age, you experience all kinds of drama there," he shrugged, making both of you laugh, "Now, are you going to talk to him, or do I need to drag you to Austria myself? Or even Madrid?"
You let out a small laugh, the first genuine one in days. "I guess I'll talk to him. But I still don't feel like going to Austria, I need some time to gather my thoughts."
"Fair enough," Oscar nodded, "Just don't take too long, okay? You both deserve to be happy. And Lando is freaking out because you're ruining his dreams again."
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You paced nervously in your apartment, your heart racing as you waited for Carlos to arrive. The soft carpet muffled your footsteps but did nothing to quiet the storm of thoughts in your head. You had rehearsed what you wanted to say a hundred times, but now that the moment was here, all your carefully prepared words seemed to evaporate.
Your eyes flitted to the clock on the wall, then to your phone, checking the time for what felt like the thousandth time. The knock on the door made you jump, your pulse skyrocketing. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. "It's just Carlos," you told yourself, but that thought brought both comfort and a new wave of anxiety.
With trembling hands, you smoothed down your shirt and ran a hand through your hair before opening the door. Carlos stood there, looking tired but as handsome as ever. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd been running his hands through it—a nervous habit you'd noticed before.
His eyes lit up when he saw you, a mix of relief and apprehension in his gaze. For a moment, you both just stared at each other, the air heavy with unspoken words and emotions.
"Hi," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You stepped aside to let him in, hyper-aware of his presence as he moved past you.
"Hi," he replied, his voice warm as he entered.
You led him to the living room, settling on the couch. There was a moment of awkward silence, the tension palpable. You both opened your mouths to speak at the same time.
"I'm sorry—“
"I wanted to—"
You both laughed, some of the tension dissipating. The sound of his laughter, even tinged with nervousness, helped to ease some of your anxiety.
"You go first," Carlos said, his eyes soft as he looked at you. His gaze was patient, encouraging, and you drew strength from it.
You took a deep breath, your hands fidgeting in your lap. You forced yourself to meet his eyes, knowing he deserved your full honesty. "Carlos, I'm so sorry for running away in Barcelona. It wasn't fair to you, and I've been kicking myself ever since. I… I panicked. Everything was happening so fast, and I just… I couldn't handle it."
He nodded, his expression understanding. He reached out to take your hand, his touch sending a shiver through you. "I appreciate that, YN. Truly. But I owe you an apology too. I shouldn't have pushed you or made assumptions about your feelings. I got caught up in the moment and didn't consider how overwhelming it might be for you."
"No, Carlos, you were right," you shook your head, squeezing his hand. "I do run away when things get too real. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to myself either."
You paused, gathering your courage. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure Carlos must be able to hear it. "The truth is, I care about you. A lot. More than I've cared about anyone in a long time. And that terrifies me."
Carlos moved closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. The tenderness in his touch almost undid you. "Why does it terrify you, mi amor?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours.
You leaned into his touch, feeling tears prick at your eyes. The vulnerability of the moment was almost overwhelming, but you forced yourself to continue. "Because I'm not used to feeling this vulnerable. I've always prided myself on being independent, on not needing anyone. It's been my armor, my way of protecting myself. But with you… you see parts of me that I don't show anyone else. You've managed to slip past all my defenses, and it scares me how much I want to let you in completely."
Carlos listened intently, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as you spoke. His warmth, his steady presence, made the walls you had built around yourself seem almost unnecessary.
"It's okay to be scared, hermosa. I understand why you feel like you need to protect yourself. But you don’t have to do it alone anymore. I’m here, and I want to be here for you, with you."
Your heart swelled at his words, and despite the vulnerability, a small part of you felt lighter, freer. "I’ve never let anyone get this close before," you admitted. "But I don’t want to keep running, Carlos. I don’t want to keep pushing you away."
Carlos smiled softly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. "I don’t want you to run, either. I want us to be together, whatever comes next. But only if that’s what you want."
You exhaled shakily, emotions swirling inside you like a storm. "It is what I want," you said, your voice firm but laced with emotion. "I want to be with you. I’m tired of being scared of something that could be so good."
A look of pure relief crossed Carlos' face, and he pulled you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, feeling his heart beating steadily under your cheek. His arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he were afraid you might disappear.
"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered, answering the unspoken fear that lingered between you both.
Carlos kissed the top of your head, his breath warm against your hair. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that."
You pulled back slightly to look up at him, your hands resting on his chest, "I promise I'll change, I'll be-"
"Mi amor," Carlos interrupted softly, "I don't want to change you. I fell for you exactly as you are—stubborn, brilliant, and fiercely independent. Those are the qualities that drew me to you in the first place."
You couldn't help but smile at that, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Even when I was being a pain in your ass?" you asked, a hint of your usual sass creeping into your voice.
"Especially then," he chuckled, the sound warming you from the inside out. "You know, even when we were at each other's throats, I was always drawn to you. I wanted to know you better, to understand what made you such a firecracker."
"Really?" you asked, surprised.
"Really," he confirmed, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Besides, you were infuriatingly attractive when you were angry. The way your eyes would flash, the flush on your cheeks… it took everything in me not to kiss you right then and there sometimes."
You felt a familiar warmth spreading across your cheeks at Carlos' words, but you couldn't help the playful smirk that tugged at your lips. "Oh, so that's why you were always trying to rile me up, huh? And here I thought you were just being an insufferable little bitch."
"Ah, there's the Piastri I know," Carlos threw his head back in laughter. "I was wondering when your sharp tongue would make an appearance."
"You love it," you teased, feeling more like yourself than you had in days.
"I do," he admitted, his eyes twinkling.
Carlos' gaze dropped to your lips. Slowly, he leaned in, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn't want to. Not anymore.
Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips met yours. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if he was still afraid you might run. But as you responded, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, the kiss deepened, filled with all the emotions you had both been holding back.
When you finally pulled apart, Carlos rested his forehead against yours. "I meant every word I said," he murmured. "I'm serious about this. I want to make this work."
You took a deep breath, your heart racing for an entirely different reason now. "I'm serious too, Carlos. It scares me how much I want this, but… I want to be with you."
The smile that broke across Carlos' face was radiant. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you again.
"You're still my little bitch after all," you couldn't help but laugh as you parted.
"When are you going to change that to something more romantic, hmm?" Carlos rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "'Mi amor,' perhaps? Or 'cariño'?"
"How many times do I have to tell you that I failed Spanish in high school?" you rolled your eyes back at him. "And I thought you liked it when I called you that. Didn't you say once that it turned you on?"
"I can neither confirm nor deny that statement," he said with a grin. "But how about this—you can call me your 'little bitch' if you want, but I get to call you my girlfriend. Deal?"
Your heart skipped a beat at the word 'girlfriend.' It should have scared you, but instead, it filled you with warmth.
"Deal," you agreed, pulling him in for another kiss.
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The Hungarian Grand Prix had been a whirlwind of emotions. The entire paddock was still buzzing with excitement over Oscar's maiden Formula 1 victory.
Your little brother had driven the race of his life, leading most of the laps to take the checkered flag. The memory of him standing on the top step of the podium, eyes glistening with tears of joy as the Australian national anthem played, was one you'd cherish forever. The pride you felt was indescribable - your baby brother, the kid you'd watched grow up and chase his dreams, was now a Grand Prix winner.
It had been three blissful weeks since you and Carlos had officially become a couple. After your heartfelt conversation at your apartment, you had both taken the time to navigate this new phase of your relationship, and it had been everything you could have hoped for.
Telling your close friends and family was the easy part. Lando practically squealed with delight, Oscar and Carlos had a nice chat, and of course, Nicole Piastri, a fan of dragging her own kids, reminded everyone that you failed Spanish in high school multiple times, so Carlos had to make sure to constantly translate for you. The rest of the paddock had quickly caught on, and soon, Carlos Sainz and the eldest Piastri were the talk of the town.
But you didn't mind the attention. Being with Carlos felt so natural and right.
Now, as you sat in the airport waiting for your delayed flight to Monaco, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Sure, the hours-long delay was less than ideal, but you were surrounded by the people you cared about most, celebrating Oscar's first win with good old fasioned airport McDonalds.
"I can't believe Oscar got his first win," Lando exclaimed, already halfway through a Big Mac. "That's crazy, mate."
"I know, I still can't believe it," Oscar beamed, "It hasn't really sunk in yet."
You reached over to give your brother's arm an affectionate squeeze. "I'm so proud of you, Osc. You deserve it."
"Thanks, sister. Couldn't have done it without your support all these years."
"Oh, come on," you teased, "I didn't drive that car. That was all you out there."
"Yeah, but you've always been there," Oscar insisted, his voice softening. "Through the karting days, the junior formulas, all of it. It means a lot."
You felt a lump form in your throat, touched by your brother's words. You pulled Oscar into a tight hug, blinking back tears of pride and joy. "You're my little brother, Osc. I'll always be in your corner, no matter what."
Oscar returned the embrace, squeezing you tightly. "I know, YN. And I couldn't ask for a better cheerleader."
When you finally pulled apart, you noticed the others watching with fond smiles.
Across the lounge, Carlos was engaged in an animated conversation with Lando, their voices a low hum in the background. You couldn't help but watch him, admiring the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the graceful movement of his hands as he gesticulated. Even in casual clothes, hair slightly mussed from the long day, he took your breath away.
As if sensing your gaze, Carlos looked up, his eyes meeting yours. The soft smile that spread across his face sent a flutter through your chest. You patted the empty spot next to you on the couch, a silent invitation. He nodded, excusing himself from his conversation with Lando, which couldn't help but tease about the two of you being codependent now.
"Missing me already, mi amor?" Carlos teased as he approached.
You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn't keep the smile off your face. "Don't flatter yourself, Sainz. I just didn't want you to strain your neck looking over here every five seconds."
Carlos chuckled as he sat down next to you, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. "Ah, but how can I resist when the view is so beautiful?"
You snuggled into his side, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne. "Smooth talker," you murmured, but there was no bite to your words.
"Only for you, hermosa," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
For a while, you sat in comfortable silence, watching as the sun began to set through the large windows. The quiet was occasionally punctuated by laughter from where Oscar, Alex, and Lando were playing some sort of card game.
"How are you feeling?" you asked Carlos softly, noticing the slight droop to his shoulders.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Tired," he admitted. "It's been a long few weeks. But happy," he added, squeezing you gently. "Very happy."
You smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I'm glad. You drove amazingly this weekend, you know."
"Thank you," Carlos leaned into your touch, his eyes softening. "It means a lot coming from you."
Carlos let out a contented sigh, his hand coming up to cover yours where it rested on his cheek. "I can't wait for the summer break, you know?" he murmured. "Just you and me, in Mallorca. No distractions, no obligations..." he turned his head slightly to press a kiss to your palm, his gaze holding yours. "I've been looking forward to it for weeks. Getting you all to myself, finally."
"That sounds perfect," you sighed happily. "Though I hope your plans also include plenty of time for just lounging around and doing absolutely nothing."
"Of course, whatever you want, hermosa."
"Whatever I want, huh?" you teased, a mischievous glint in your eye. "That's a dangerous offer, Sainz."
"I think I can handle whatever you throw at me, Piastri," he grinned, leaning in closer.
You were about to reply when a french fry hit you squarely on the forehead. You turned to see Oscar looking at you with mock disgust.
"Seriously, you two? We're right here," he groaned.
"Oh, like you and Lily aren't just as bad," you retorted, throwing the fry back at him.
Oscar caught it mid-air, popping it into his mouth with a grin. "At least we have the decency to be gross in private."
"I don't think I'll ever get used to see you all lovey-dovey," Lando chimed in.
"Shut up, Lando," you rolled your eyes, "I seem to recall you being the one who was pushing for this whole thing in the first place."
"Yeah, well," Lando shrugged, "I'm starting to think I preferred it when Carlos thought you were insufferable and you called him a 'little bitch'."
You couldn't help but laugh at that, glancing over at Carlos and pecking his cheek. "Oh, I still do."
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ynpiastri my little brother, the grand prix winner 🥺
oscar, watching you stand on that top step today brought tears to my eyes. i still remember the day you left for boarding school to chase your racing dreams. i felt like i was losing my little brother, and a piece of my heart went with you.
but seeing you now, living your dream and achieving what so many thought impossible, all i can feel is an overwhelming sense of pride. you've grown into an incredible man and driver, but you'll always be that kid who used to steal my snacks and beg me to play race cars with him.
your journey hasn't been easy, through every challenge, every setback, you kept pushing. and now, here you are, a grand prix winner, battling with the best (and occasionally a spaniard little bitch 😩)
you've grown so much, but some things never change. like how we're celebrating this monumental victory - stuck in an airport, chowing down on mcdonald's.
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The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the sky in oranges, pinks, and purples. The water was gently hitting the side of the yacht, making a calming sound. This peaceful feeling matched the quiet mood around you and Carlos.
You were sprawled out on the deck, lounging on plush cushions as the warm Mallorcan breeze caressed your skin. Carlos lay beside you, propped up on one elbow, his eyes roaming over you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
"You're staring," you murmured, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.
Carlos didn't even try to deny it. "How can I not?" he replied, his voice low and husky. "You're breathtaking, mi amor."
You felt a blush creep up your neck, still not entirely used to the way Carlos could make you feel with just a few words. "Flatterer," you teased, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair.
He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly in contentment. When he opened them again, the look he gave you was filled with such warmth and adoration that it made your heart skip a beat.
"It's not flattery if it's true," Carlos insisted, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
You couldn't help the small gasp that escaped you as his lips trailed up your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Carlos," you breathed, your fingers tightening in his hair.
He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending a shiver through you. "Yes, hermosa?"
"Kiss me," you demanded softly, tugging him closer.
Carlos was more than happy to oblige, capturing your lips in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened. You lost yourself in the sensation, in the taste of him, in the feeling of his body pressed against yours.
When you finally broke apart, Carlos rested his forehead against yours. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, his accent thicker than usual.
"Good. That's the plan," you grinned
Carlos groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You'll be the death of me, Piastri."
"But what a way to go," you quipped, running your hands down his back.
He chuckled against your skin, the sound sending pleasant vibrations through you. "Indeed."
As Carlos lifted his head to look at you again, something caught your eye over his shoulder. Squinting slightly, you realized what it was and couldn't help but let out a small sigh.
"What is it?" Carlos asked, noticing the change in your expression.
"Don't look now, but we've got company," you said, nodding slightly towards the distance. "Paparazzi, about a hundred meters out."
Carlos groaned, dropping his head back to your shoulder. "Can't we have one moment of peace?"
You ran your fingers soothingly through his hair. "Hey, it's okay. We knew this was part of the deal."
"I know. I just… I want to keep you all to myself sometimes."
The possessiveness in his tone sent a thrill through you. "Well," you said, a mischievous glint in your eye, "if they're going to intrude on our privacy anyway, we might as well give them something to see."
Before Carlos could react, you pulled him down for another kiss, this one slower, deeper, and decidedly more public-friendly than your previous ones. When you pulled back, Carlos looked slightly dazed.
"Dios mio, your family is going to see those," he shook his head, "What will Nicole Piastri think of me? Oscar will run me off the track, too."
You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Oh, please. My mum adores you, and you know it. As for Oscar, well… he'll just have to get used to it," you shrugged, "He was the one who encouraged this to happen anyway."
Carlos only shook his head with a smile, pulling you in for another kiss, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling his skin against yours.
When you finally broke apart, Carlos's eyes were soft, "Te quiero," he whispered, his voice husky and filled with emotion.
You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "I failed Spanish, remember?" you teased gently, your heart racing in your chest.
Carlos's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back. "I think you know what that means," he replied, his gaze never leaving yours.
"I love you too, you little bitch."
Carlos let out a dramatic groan, but the affection in his expression was unmistakable. "I should have known the sappiness wouldn't last."
"Hey, you signed up for this," you teased, poking him playfully in the chest. "Might as well accept it."
Pulling you close, Carlos pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. "Gladly, mi amor. Gladly."
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summary: yn piastri and carlos sainz absolutely hate each other. carlos thinks she’s immature, yn calls him a little bitch on social media. they also kiss every now and then. PART TWO
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"You didn't have to tweet that," Oscar said, giving you a look from his seat.
You were currently traveling from Belgium to Monaco in McLaren's private jet after the race weekend, and the main topic of the day was your little message to Carlos Sainz after his statement about your brother.
"Osc, he's being a petty bitch," you shrugged, "He keeps blaming you for what happened on the track and we all know it was his fault."
"Lando, can you help me out please?" Oscar looked at his teammate, who was immersed on his phone as a way to avoid the conversation.
"Oh no, don't put me in the middle of this," Lando shook his head, "I have enough PR issues myself."
"We know you're siding with your bestie anyways," you said, making him roll his eyes.
This dynamic was nothing new. Lando and Carlos Sainz were best friends, and so were Lando and you. The issue? You couldn't stand Carlos at all, and Lando was always in the middle of your bickering.
Oscar sighed, rubbing his temples as he glanced out of the window. "Look, I appreciate you standing up for me, but sometimes it's better to let things slide. Engaging with him on social media only adds fuel to the fire."
He had a point. Deep down you knew it, however, your were short tempered and protective towards your loved ones, so it was natural that you took the chance to come for Sainz's neck when he gave you a reason to.
"I get it, Osc. I just can't stand seeing him drag your name through the mud when you're not even at fault," you stressed, "You're my little brother, I'll always get protective, you know?"
"I know, and I appreciate you having my back," Oscar said, softening his tone. "But it's not worth it. Like you said, I'm not engaging with whatever he's saying so there's no point of starting stuff."
"He started it, I'm just finishing it," you shrugged, and Oscar gave you a pointed look, you were older than him, but he was definitely more mature than you. "Fine, I'll try to hold back next time," you sighed, leaning back in your seat.
Lando finally looked up from his phone, a smirk on his face. "See, that wasn't too hard, was it? Now, can we all be friends?"
"If that includes Sainz then no, we can't,"
You could never be friends with Carlos Sainz. That was literally impossible.
For starters, you were pretty sure he didn't even know your name, he was always too full of himself to even acknowledge those around him.
And lastly, he was a bitch to your brother on and off track.
"I just, I would really like for you two to get along," Lando said and you immediately rolled your eyes at his words, "You're both important to me, and it sucks being caught in the middle. Plus I don't even understand why do you dislike him so much."
You knew the real reason why you disliked him so much, you perfectly did. However, that was a subject that you decided to ignore every single time.
"Honestly? I find him arrogant. He always acts like he's the center of the universe. He never takes responsibility for his actions and always tries to shift the blame onto others. It's frustrating to watch."
Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I get it, but you have to understand, Carlos is actually a good guy once you get to know him. He's passionate and competitive, sure, but he's also loyal and a great friend."
"I get that he's like your hero or something," you teased, "But it's not going to happen, Lando. I don't think I'll ever like Carlos, and I really wish you’d stop pushing the subject."
"Look, you don't have to be his best friend or something," Oscar intervened, "Just promise me you won't punch him when you see him in the paddock after the summer break."
"No promises."
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Going to Jimmy'z the last day of the summer break was a tradition among the drivers at this point.
You looked forward to it, for you, nothing could beat a night of loud music, drinks and friends. You thought that was the reason you got along with Lando and quickly became best friends.
“Ready to tear up the dance floor?” Lando shouted over the music, giving you smirk
“Always!” you replied, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the center of the action, Oscar and Lily being their introvert selves decided to stay at the table with some of your friends.
After a few songs, you returned to the table to catch your breath and order another round of drinks.
Oscar looked up from his conversation with Lily and smiled as you approached.
“Having fun?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” you replied, taking a seat next to him. “You two should join us on the dance floor.”
Lily laughed softly. “Maybe later. Right now, we’re enjoying people-watching.”
“Suit yourselves,” you said, shrugging, "I'm going to the bar, does anyone want anything?"
Oscar shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm good."
"I'll have another gin and tonic," Lily said, giving you a warm smile.
"Got it," you replied, turning towards the bar.
As you made your way through the crowded club, you found an open spot at the bar and flagged down the bartender. As you waited for your drinks, you felt someone step up beside you. Glancing to your left, you saw the last person you wanted to run into tonight... or ever.
Carlos Sainz was standing there with what you called his "resting bitch face" and acting like he owned the place.
You knew chances of him being at Jimmy'z for the last day of the summer break were high and you had decided earlier that you were just going to ignore him for the night if you ever ran into him. After all, you were there to have fun, not to get into a confrontation. But you were known for being short-tempered, a stark contrast to your brother's laid-back demeanor.
When you heard Carlos order his drink without so much as a “please,” you couldn't help but call him out.
"Whiskey, neat," he ordered, his tone clipped and lacking any form of politeness, his Spanish accent that you found absolutely irritating coming through.
“A 'please' would be nice, you know,” you interjected.
Carlos turned to you, his brow furrowing. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” you replied coolly. “It's not hard to be polite.”
"Do I know you?" Carlos stared at you for a moment before recognition dawned. “Oh you're Piastri's sister, aren't you?”
“That I am,” you confirmed, your tone equally cold.
“Figures," Carlos scoffed, shaking his head, "You’re the one who sent me that lovely message on Twitter.”
“You deserved every word,” you replied, crossing your arms.
“Did I now?” Carlos leaned closer, his expression hardening. “You don't even know the whole story. You just assume I'm the bad guy because of Oscar."
“I know enough,” you shot back. “I know you never take responsibility for your actions. You always blame someone else.”
“And what about you?," Carlos’s jaw tightened, "Hiding behind your keyboard, throwing insults. That's real mature.”
“Someone had to say it,” you replied, refusing to back down. “You can't just go around acting like you're untouchable.”
“And you can't go around thinking you're some kind of vigilante,” Carlos retorted. “Can't your little brother handle things himself?.”
“Maybe if you weren't such a jerk, people wouldn't have to call you out,” you snapped, feeling your temper flare.
Carlos sighed, clearly frustrated. “Look, I don't have time for this. Just stay out of my way, alright?”
“Gladly,” you replied, turning away from him.
When you rejoined your friends, they noticed your tense expression. Lando shot you a questioning look, but you just shook your head.
"Ask you bestie," you simply said and Lando threw his head back in frustration, once again, he was in the middle of his two best friends tension.
“I’ll talk to him," Lando said, sipping on his drink.
"Don't bother, he's a bitch."
Later that night, Lando found Carlos near the dancefloor chatting with some friends. He pulled him aside, needing to get to the bottom of the latest incident.
“What happened with YN now?” Lando asked, trying to keep his tone casual.
Carlos shrugged before speaking, “I was minding my own business, ordering a drink, and she just came at me."
“And?” Lando raised an eyebrow.
“And she’s just so immature and arrogant,” Carlos continued, “She’s always ready to pick a fight over the smallest things. It’s embarrassing.”
Lando shook his head. “Look, Carlos, YN is protective of Oscar. She sees you two butting heads and she gets defensive. It’s not ideal, but it’s not like she’s completely unreasonable.”
“Well, she sure seems unreasonable to me," Carlos crossed his arms, "I don’t know how you deal with it.”
Lando sighed. “She’s my friend, and so are you. I wish you two could just get along, but I know that’s asking a lot. Just... try to give her a bit of slack, alright? She’s not a bad person.”
"She's insufferable."
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The Ferrari hospitality was the last place you wanted to be during a Grand Prix, the mere thought of it being the place where Sainz (or as you liked to call him, the little bitch), was most likely to be kept you away from it.
However, Alex told you to meet her there after the Qualifying so you could leave together for dinner. Oscar and Lando already left with the rest of the team, so you had no choice but to wait for your friend.
"Looking for someone, hermosa?" your eyes immediately rolled without even turning around to see who was speaking, the thick Spanish accent that you despised filling your ears.
"Not for you, that's for sure," you said, not even bothering to face him.
"Are you sure? Because this is not the McLaren garage, did your little bro finally kick you out or something?"
"Sainz," you retorted sharply, finally turning to face him, "Shouldn't you be busy making excuses for your next mediocre performance on track?"
"Ah, always so angry, Piastri," he chuckled, unfazed by your hostility, "Maybe you're just frustrated because you're not getting enough attention. I could help with that."
"I don't need or want anything from you," you shot back, your voice laced with irritation.
Carlos leaned casually against a nearby wall, his smirk widening. "Come on, hermosa, you know you've got a temper. Maybe you just need to let off some steam."
Hermosa, the word he used often when he wanted to get to your skin. When you first heard it, you had no idea of what it meant. You were never good at learning Spanish growing up. But after a quick google translation search you found out that it meant beautiful. And for some reason you felt like throwing up.
"Believe me, Sainz, you're the last person I'd ever turn to," you replied icily, folding your arms across your chest, "And don't call me that."
He chuckled again, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You wondered how Lando could be friends with him when he was nothing but an arrogant little bitch, and you cursed Alexandra for taking so long to get her stuff from hospitality.
"I hope you know that you have some serious issues, Sainz," you said, your patience wearing thin as his cocky stare weighted on you.
"Issues? Me?," Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your anger, "I think you're the one with the problem, querida. Like I said, maybe you need to get laid. I could help you with that, your brother won't find out."
Your eyes narrowed, your blood boiled to the point where you could feel your skin burning up. If it wasn't for the all the people around, you swore you could've punched him.
You took a step closer to him, your voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "I hope your car sets itself on fire so you're not able to race tomorrow."
Carlos's smirk only widened, he was well aware that he got into your skin and he enjoyed every minute of it. Before he could respond, Alex finally appeared, her eyes flicking between the two of you with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Ready to go?" she asked, sensing the tension.
"More than ready," you replied, shooting Carlos one last glare before turning to leave with Alex.
The next day, news spread quickly through the paddock that Carlos' car had suffered a mechanical failure during the warm-up, rendering him unable to compete in the Qatar Grand Prix. Meanwhile, Oscar had won the Sprint and finished P2 in the race.
Karma got that little bitch, you thought to yourself
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The end of the 2023 season was a blur of celebrations, laughter, and champagne showers. Oscar had closed off the season as the Rookie of the Year and you couldn't be more proud of him, you were grateful you got to be by his side through it.
And of course, with the end of the season a celebration at Jimmy'z was in order, all drivers, their girlfriends and friends pulling up to Monaco for one last night of partying before the winter break.
You had stuck close to Lando and Oscar for most of the evening, since it was a special occasion, you decided not to hold back with your drinking and have as much fun as you wanted, Lando being your partner in crime as always.
So by 2 a.m, you were pretty drunk, not to the point where you couldn't stand on your own feet, but drunk enough to make a couple of bad decisions.
With that thought on your mind, you decided that it was time to find your brother or best friend and call it a night. But for some reason, both of them were nowhere to be found.
Stumbling through the crowded dance floor, you made your way toward the back of the club, hoping to spot them. The alleyway was dark and you couldn't see a single thing, but they weren't definitely back there.
"Fancy seeing you here, hermosa," a voice behind drawled, almost making you jump.
"What the actual fuck!" you said, holding a hand to your chest.
Of course it was fucking Carlos Sainz, once again
"You scared the hell out of me!" you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him, "Do you hide in dark alleyways like a creep all the time?"
"Slow down, hermosa, why are you so angry all the time?" his Spanish accent was thicker than usual, a clear sign that he was as tipsy as you were.
"I'm not in the mood for your games tonight," you retorted, trying to brush past him.
"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble," he said, blocking your path with an easy grace. "Though you do seem to find me wherever you go."
"Only because you insist on being everywhere I am," you shot back, folding your arms over your chest.
"Or maybe you just can't resist my charm," he teased, leaning casually against the wall.
"Charm? Is that what you call it?" you scoffed, "More like arrogance and an inflated ego."
"Arrogance? No. Confidence? Absolutely," he replied with a smirk, "And I think you secretly like it."
"You're delusional," you muttered, feeling the alcohol clouding your judgment. "I can't stand you."
"Is that so?" he said, stepping closer. "Because you seem pretty invested in this conversation for someone who supposedly hates me."
True
"Maybe because you won't let me leave," you said, your voice rising in frustration.
"Or maybe because you've spent the entire season trying to get my attention by being rude to me and blasting me on social media, calling me a little bitch and all."
"I was defending Oscar," you snapped. "You kept messing with him on track. Someone had to call you out."
Carlos shook his head, his cocky smirk even bigger now. "It was never about Oscar, and you know it."
"God, I hate you," you said, ready to walk away but he blocked your way one more time.
"No, you don't," he replied, a knowing smile on his lips. "You just hate that you can't help but get all hot and bothered whenever I'm around."
"You're really are such a little bitch," you spat, but even as the words left your mouth, you felt a strange thrill.
"And you're a firecracker, Piastri. That's what makes this so fun."
"You're so full of yourself," you retorted, but the words lacked their usual bite. The alcohol was making it hard to keep up your defenses, and Carlos's close proximity was doing strange things to your resolve.
"Maybe," he conceded, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But I think you like it more than you let on."
Before you could argue back, Carlos took another step closer, his body almost pressing against yours. The tension between you crackled like electricity, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself unable to pull away.
"You're infuriating," you muttered, your heart pounding in your chest.
"And you," he said, his breath warm against your ear, "are insufferable."
Without another word, he closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a fierce, almost desperate kiss. It was a collision of anger, frustration, and undeniable chemistry, and you couldn't help but respond in kind.
Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.
What the hell was happening?
For a moment, all the animosity, all the bickering, melted away. It was messy, it was intense, and it was everything you hadn't realized you wanted.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you could see the same mix of surprise and desire reflected in Carlos' eyes.
Before either of you could say anything, you were interrupted by Lando's voice calling out your name. You quickly stepped back, putting some distance between you and Carlos as Lando approached, a curious look on his face.
"Everything okay here?" Lando asked, glancing between the two of you.
"Just fine," you replied, giving Carlos a final, challenging look. "Just fine."
Carlos nodded, his smirk returning. "See you around, Piastri."
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Formula 1 was back and in full swing. And with that your "nepo sister" privileges, which included traveling with Oscar for races came back too.
You were excited for this season, Oscar was no longer a rookie and he had a lot to prove, and you couldn't wait to see him rise to the challenge.
In addition to that, this season was going to be extra interesting, since the news of your least favorite driver on the grid (or at least the one you swore you hated) being replaced by Lewis Hamilton in Ferrari were announced a few weeks prior.
"Did you hear the news?" Oscar asked, making his way to you.
"What news?" you replied, setting down your coffee cup.
"Lewis Hamilton is moving to Ferrari next season," Oscar said, watching your reaction closely.
Your eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? So the little bitch is out?"
Oscar nodded. "Yeah, it's going to be an interesting season."
Carlos Sainz was both a source of irritation and inexplicable attraction. You had tried to push the memory of that kiss at Jimmy'z to the back of your mind all winter long, but you just couldn't stop thinking about it.
Plus, Lando was firm on his mission of making wither of you confess that apparently you "liked each other", which made ignoring the whole situation even harder.
You just hoped that he would keep it chill this season, not bothering either you or Oscar so you could just pretend he didn't exist.
With that thought on your mind, you made your way back to the hotel. You spent the day exploring around Bahrain with Oscar and Lando, and now you were ready to unwind in your room. The boys deciding to spend a few more hours walking around before heading back.
Once in the lobby, you stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for your floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a familiar hand slipped in, forcing them open.
Carlos Sainz stepped inside, his ever-present smirk firmly in place.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, they say.
"Not going to say hello, querida?" he said after a few seconds of complete silence from you, leaning against the elevator wall.
"Carlos. Still popping up where you're least wanted, I see," you rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest.
"Missed you too, Piastri," he chuckled, pushing off the wall to stand closer you, "How was your break?"
"Great, thanks for asking," you replied coolly. "Did you enjoy yours, planning how to be a pain to other drivers this season too?"
"Is that really how you want to start our first conversation of the season?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, "I though we've left that in the past, specially after what happened at the end of last year."
You tensed at his statement. More than once during the break, you wondered if he remembered what happened that night. He was as drunk was you were, if not more, so you convinced yourself that he had forgotten about it.
"I don't remember much from that night. Must have been the champagne."
Carlos leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. "Oh, I think you remember perfectly well. Especially the kiss."
Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your expression neutral. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Playing dumb doesn't suit you," he said with a chuckle. "But fine, we'll pretend it never happened. For now."
"Good," you replied sharply. "Because I have no intention of discussing it."
"Maybe you're playing dumb because you want me to kiss you again," Carlos teased, making you throw your head back in frustration.
"I'd rather choke on my own spit, little bitch,"
"Ahh, missed hearing that," Carlos said, his tone cocky and satisfied with your frustration. You mentally cursed the elevator for taking so long to get to your fucking floor.
"You know what? I hope you don't find a seat for next season at all. You act like a total peacock when everyone knows you're basically unemployed right now," you spitted out before you could even think twice.
Carlos raised an eyebrow, his expression momentarily serious. "Low blow, Piastri. Even for you."
You held his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down. "Just stating the obvious."
The elevator finally dinged, announcing your floor, and you stepped out swiftly, eager to end the conversation before it could escalate further.
Carlos Sainz had a way of getting under your skin like no one else, and the season had only just begun.
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It was a sunny day in Melbourne, and the paddock was buzzing with excitement. The Australian Grand Prix was always a favorite, and this year was no exception.
You felt good to be back home, you always felt proud when you saw Oscar on the track, but seeing him racing in your home country was something even more special.
Carlos was also back from his emergency surgery and ready to race again. And even though you would never admit it out loud, you were relieved to see him back and healthy. The news of his appendicitis had shocked you more than you’d expected, and you’d found yourself genuinely concerned about his wellbeing.
I'm just being a decent human being, you tried to convince yourself, It would be really scary if that happened to Oscar or Lando.
Walking through the paddock, you looked for a familiar face to hang out with before it was time for the track action to start, spotting Lando's back talking to someone you couldn't quite identify, you decided to approach him.
As you got closer, Lando shifted slightly, revealing the person he was talking to, Carlos.
He looked well, a healthy glow back in his cheeks, his smile easy and relaxed. He was wearing his team gear, the Ferrari red suiting him perfectly. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and despite the casual setting, he looked effortlessly handsome for someone who had a major surgery just two weeks ago.
Your stomach did a little flip. You hated to admit it, but lately your hatred towards Carlos had cooled down. Maybe it was the memory of that kiss, seeing him vulnerable after his surgery or the fact that he had been decent to Oscar so far. You couldn't deny that there was something about him that made you feel… softer.
However, you decided to ignore those thoughts and feelings every time they got to your head, because at the end of the day, there was no way he could ever feel or think the same way. It was better to keep hating each other.
Lando noticed you approaching and gave you a teasing grin. "Hey, YN! Look who’s back from the dead!"
Carlos turned to face you, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "Hey, Piastri," he greeted with a warm smile. "Back to your home turf, huh?"
"Yeah," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the flutter in your chest. "It feels good to be back."
Lando gave Carlos a pat on the shoulder. "I'll catch up with you later, mate," he said, winking at you before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.
You stood there for a moment, awkward silence filling the air. Maybe he was still tired from what he had been through, but he didn't show any signs of cockiness or wanting to annoy you this time.
"You look well," you finally said, your voice softer than usual. "I'm glad you're back."
Carlos chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I heard you were worried about me."
"Don't let it go to your head," you replied quickly, though the usual bite in your tone was missing. You felt a bit embarrassed that he knew, "I’m just being a decent human being."
"Of course," Carlos said, his voice nonchalant, "Decent human being, sure."
"I’m serious," you insisted, though your voice lacked the usual edge. "But I am glad you’re okay. It must have been scary."
Carlos’s expression softened. "It was. But I had good doctors, and I’m ready to race again. Thanks for worrying."
There was silence again, and you noticed that this was the first time you and Carlos had an interaction that didn't include biting each other's heads off.
It felt nice.
"Well," you said after a minute of silence, "don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you had surgery. You're still on my watch."
"Wouldn’t have it any other way," Carlos smirked, "But for the record, it’s nice to see you care, even if you won’t admit it."
"Don't push your luck, Sainz," you warned, but there was a hint of playfulness in your voice.
"I wouldn't dare, Piastri."
"I should get going," you said, pointing towards the McLaren hospitality, "Good luck out there."
As you turned to walk away, Carlos's voice stopped you in your tracks.
You glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in question.
"You know, this is the first time you don't call me a little bitch," Carlos said, a small playing on his face.
"What, you miss it already? Does it turn you own?"
"Maybe a little," Carlos chuckled, "Keeps things interesting."
You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread across your face.
"Well, good luck out there, little bitch."
You didn't wait to see his reaction, but you knew he was grinning from ear to ear.
Later that day, Carlos crossed the finish line first and won the Australian Grand Prix, sending the crowd into a frenzy. You watched as Carlos celebrated on the podium, spraying champagne with Lando and Charles and holding up the winner's trophy with pride.
You swore you played it cool, but everyone around you noticed the huge smile on your face.
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"You're not my best friend," Lando said, sitting on the plush couch of your hotel room, watching as you put a sweatshirt on, "You've been replaced with an alien or an evil twin, there's no way you're YN Piastri."
"Can you quit being dramatic," you rolled your eyes at him, "It's no big deal."
"You're grabbing sushi with Carlos Sainz," he stressed, moving his hands to emphasize, "You hate Carlos Sainz, it's been an issue for me for the last year because both of you force me to pick sides and I have to make sure you don't kill each other. And now you're suddenly going on dates."
"This is not a date," you protested, "Don't even say that out loud, it's gross."
"Then what is it? Because he asked you out and you said yes, that's literally a date."
You didn't give him a reply right away, hiding behind your your busy hands as you pretended to adjust your sweatshirt.
Truth was, you didn’t have an answer, at least not one that made sense. You couldn't blame Lando for thinking you've been replaced with someone else, because you'd never accept anything from Carlos last year, let alone willingly grab dinner with him.
But here you were, about to head out to meet him.
"I just want free dinner," you shrugged, "And he offered to buy it, so I'm taking advantage of it."
"Sure, free dinner," Lando gave you a skeptical look, crossing his arms, "Because you’ve never had other options for free dinner before, right? Your brother is rich, he could buy you whatever you want."
You huffed, trying to sound annoyed but feeling a bit defensive. "It's just sushi, Lando. Stop making it a big deal."
"You know, it's okay if you like him," he said, his tone genuine. "I mean, I get why you're hesitant, but it's fine to have feelings for someone, even if it's Carlos Sainz."
"Are you out of your mind?" you immediately said, your voice sharper than intended, "We're talking about the little bitch, what on earth makes you think that I could have feelings for him other than disgust and irritation."
"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're getting ready to get dinner with him, or that you were on the edge of your seat worrying the entire time he was recovering from the surgery, or the time I almost caught you kiss-"
"God, just shut up," you interrupted him, "Oscar would understand. He knows I'm never going to get all lovey-dovey over Carlos."
"Oscar might buy whatever you tell him," Lando raised an eyebrow, "But that doesn't mean you're being honest with yourself. It's not the end of the world to admit you might have a crush."
"I do not have a crush on him," you insisted, your cheeks heating up. "It's just... complicated."
"Complicated how?" Lando pressed, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks pretty straightforward. You’re intrigued by him, he’s intrigued by you, and you both can’t seem to stay away from each other."
You let his words sink in, Lando might be a year younger than you, and often perceived as a carefree guy who didn't have a serious bone in his body. But in reality, he was a very wise person who understood the complexities of situations better than most.
That was one of the reasons why he was your best friend.
"Look, it’s not that simple," you sighed, rubbing your temples, "We have history, and not the good kind. I don't trust him, and I don’t think he trusts me either. We're just… trying to be civil for once."
"That's good," Lando stood up from the couch, sitting beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "Honestly I was tired of dealing with your constant bickering, if you didn't kiss and make up on your own, I was going to lock you up in a closet until you resolved it."
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After a nice dinner and a couple of drinks, you and Carlos walked back to the hotel. The sushi had been surprisingly good, and the conversation… surprisingly pleasant.
The bickering between you was still present, but this time it wasn't harsh or spiteful, it was playful and and light-hearted. The tension that usually accompanied your interactions had lessened, and you actually acted friendly towards each other.
"I still can't believe you made me try that weird seaweed thing," you said, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked.
"You loved it, admit it," Carlos chuckled.
"Maybe a little," you conceded with a small smile, "How did you know this place anyways?"
"I like reading restaurant reviews online," he shrugged, "It's a random hobby of mine, and I'm going to need those in case I don't have a job next year."
You paused, his words sinking in. Carlos joked about it, but you knew the uncertainty of his future in Formula 1 must be horrible. The sport is cutthroat, and the thought of not finding a seat to race must be weighing on him heavily. It made you think about Oscar, and how that could happen to him too.
"I'm sorry for saying that I hope you don't find a seat next season," you blurted out, feeling a pang of guilt. "You're right, that was low, even for me."
"Are you really apologizing, Piastri?" he teased, "First you cared about my health, now you apologize. What's next? You'll stop calling me a little bitch?"
You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice behind it. "Don't push your luck, Sainz. Just take the apology and run with it."
"Alright, I'll take it," Carlos laughed, a genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat, "You must be praying I stay just so you have an excuse to argue with me, aren't you?"
"Don't flatter yourself," you shot back, grinning. "I can argue with anyone."
"But you like arguing with me the most," he said, his voice softening.
You didn't reply, the truth in his words making your heart race. From the corner of your eye, you saw the satisfied grin on his face.
Soon enough you reached the hotel lobby, and once you walked through the doors you spotted Charles and Alexandra by the reception desk.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Charles called out, drawing the attention of Alex, who looked at you with raised eyebrows.
"Just coming back from dinner," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. "What are you two up to?"
"We were just about to head up," Alexandra said, linking her arm with Charles's. "How was dinner?"
"Surprisingly good," Carlos said, glancing at you with a smirk.
Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "This is new. You two actually getting along?"
"Don't get used to it," you said, rolling your eyes. "I just wanted free dinner."
"Right," Charles said, not convinced. "Well, we're heading up, you coming?"
You all piled into the elevator, the small space filled with a mix of comfortable silence and light conversation. When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out, Carlos following close behind.
"Goodnight, guys," Alex called out as the elevator doors closed, giving you a look that screamed 'TEXT ME ASAP'
Carlos walked you to your room, the hallway dimly lit and quiet. As you walked side by side, the occasional brush of his arm against yours sent small shivers down your spine.
"So, the only reason you agreed to come with me tonight was because you wanted free dinner?" Carlos asked once you reached your room.
"Exactly, what else do you think would make me want to spend an evening with you?"
Carlos chuckled, leaning against the wall beside your door. "I don't know, maybe my charming personality and good looks?"
"Charming?" you raised your eyebrows at him, "You're literally the most annoying person I know."
"Likewise, Piastri," Carlos shot back, his smirk widening, "But here we are, aren't we?"
"You really think you're that special, don't you?" you said, rolling your eyes.
"I know I am, querida," Carlos replied, stepping closer. "And you can't get enough of me."
You looked away from him, his stare suddenly becoming overwhelming. He was really close, as close as he was the night you kissed at Jimmy'z, and even thinking about it has your neck crawling away in sweat.
"See? You can't even deny it." Carlos grinned, his eyes locking onto yours again, his voice dropping an octave as he took another step closer.
"Don't get any ideas," you warned, but your heart was racing, and you were sure he could hear it.
"I can't help it," he said softly, his face now inches from yours. "You bring out the best in me, Piastri."
"I still hate you," you whispered, your breath hitching as he leaned in even closer.
"No, you don't," Carlos whispered back, his lips brushing against yours.
Before you could protest, he closed the distance and kissed you. It was gentle at first, tentative, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. But when you didn't, the kiss deepened, becoming more intense and filled with a raw passion that took your breath away.
Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you kissed him back, losing yourself in the moment. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, a small smile playing on Carlos's lips.
"Goodnight, Piastri," he whispered, his voice husky.
Unable to move from your spot, you watched him walk through the corridor and disappear into the elevator doors, your mind still blurry about what happened just seconds ago.
You were fucked.
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A playlist full of pop classics played as you got ready for Lando's millionth win celebration.
He took the win at the Miami Grand Prix and the next following days were full of partying and champagne. You were beyond happy for him, and willing to put up with his multiple celebrations of his well deserved win.
This time, the setting was not that over the top, just a casual dinner at his place in Monaco with his close friends.
"Can I come in?" you heard after a knock on Oscar's guest bedroom, the place where you stayed when visiting Monaco.
"Sure," you replied, quickly meeting with your brother's figure.
Oscar entered the room, a casual grin on his face. He glanced around before his eyes settled on you. "Are you almost ready?"
"Yeah," you replied, adjusting an earring. "I hope this is Lando's last celebration, I can't keep up anymore.
"He's definitely on a roll," Oscar chuckled, "You know, Carlos is going to be there."
"I know," you said, looking away from him for a moment and trying to keep your tone nonchalant.
"You do?" Oscar raised a eyebrow.
"He's Lando's best friend, Osc, it's obvious he'll be there."
Oscar nodded slowly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Right, of course. But you two have been getting close lately, haven't you? You didn't even come for his neck after Miami, and you always do that."
You sighed, knowing where this conversation was heading. There was no denying that there was something between you and Carlos, your friends might not know about the times you've kissed, but they definitely noticed the shift in your behavior towards each other.
You found yourself enjoying his company, looking forward to catch a glimpse of him every weekend and craving his touch. You don't know if he feels the same way, but the way he looks at you and finds ways to get you alone tells you he does.
Admitting this to Oscar felt like crossing a line, even though he had always encouraged you to be open about your feelings.
"We're just… getting along better. That's all," you muttered, "And you asked me to behave on social media this season, I'm trying to do that."
"That's bullshit, YN," Oscar shook his head, a teasing smile forming on his lips, "Come on, admit it. Maybe the real reason you didn't attack him this time is because you like him."
"Oscar, we're not having this conversation," you quickly became defensive, "I don't know why everyone insist on something that's far from the truth. I don't like Sainz."
"Sis, it's okay if you like him," Oscar said, his tone gentle but insistent. "You don't have to hide it from me."
You looked away, feeling conflicted. Ever since you first met Carlos, there was something about him that intrigued you, however, you were too caught up in convincing yourself that he would never see you as more than his brand new rival's sister. Things getting worse when his incidents with Oscar on track started and you took that as an opportunity to be reckless to him.
It was a self defense mechanism for your own feelings.
"It's complicated, okay?" you said, feeling vulnerable but knowing you could trust him, "We spent last year coming from each other's necks all the time, but now he's nice to me and I am too, we spend time together, we kiss. But at the same time, I feel like I can't trust him, that he's going to switch to little bitch mode again and I'll end up feeling stupid for potentially catching feelings."
"Holy shit you've kissed!" Oscar said, his eyes widening, "Lando was right all along."
"Oh god, I shouldn't have said anything," you threw your head back in frustration.
"Sorry, sorry," he put his hands up in defense, "But It's okay to feel confused. You can talk to me, you know. I'm your brother, and I just want you to be happy. I can tell that this is really bothering you."
You sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I just don't know what to do, Osc. One minute I think I might actually like him, and the next I'm terrified of getting hurt."
"Look, I know Carlos can be intense on track, but off track? He's a good guy," Oscar sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders, "When he's not trying to push me off the track, he's really supportive and a nice guy. There's a reason why Lando adores him. Plus, maybe he's figuring things out too."
You leaned into Oscar's side, grateful for his comforting presence. "Do you really think so?"
"Yeah, I do," Oscar nodded reassuringly. "And you deserve to give yourself a chance at happiness. If Carlos could make you happy, then why not see where it goes?"
"When did you become so wise?" you teased, giving him a small smile, "You're supposed to be my annoying little brother who picks his nose and runs around the house."
"Hey, I can be wise when I want to be," Oscar chuckled, giving you a playful shove, "But don't worry, I'll always be your annoying little brother, nose-picking and all."
You laughed, feeling some of the tension ease from your shoulders. "Thanks, Osc. I needed this."
"Anytime, sis," Oscar said warmly, giving you a quick hug. "Now, come on. Lando is probably drunk already and we haven't made it to his house yet."
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username1 so iconic tbh
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username4 carlos sainz and yn piastri the ultimate enemies to lovers lowkey
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You're not sure how it happened, but Carlos' arm laid casually in the back of your chair as you chatted with those around you. His fingers gently brushed your bare shoulder from time to time, his thigh pressed to yours under the table.
Maybe it was the couple glasses of champagne you both had, you're not sure. But you definitely didn't want to move from your spot.
No one dared to say anything about it, but your friends had teasing grins at the sight. You knew you'll have to deal with them later, but you decided to ignore it for the night.
"Alright, I think I'm calling it a night," Oscar said as he got up from his chair, Lando immediately booed, "Are you coming, YN?"
You looked at him with raised eyebrows, you definitely didn't want to leave yet, feeling too comfortable in Carlos' presence. In addition to that, you haven't had a chance to get him alone, and that was enough to not want the night to end.
After a minute of silence from you, Carlos spoke up, "I can give her a ride home if she doesn't want to leave yet," he offered, his voice smooth and nonchalant.
"Oh, a private chauffeur service now, Carlos? How fancy," Max teased from across the table, making the entire group laugh.
Oscar hesitated, glancing between you and Carlos, his protective instincts kicking in. "Are you okay with that, YN?"
"Yeah, I'm okay with it," you met Oscar's eyes and nodded, "Or I can just crash here, Lando is too drunk to notice anyway, don't want to cause much trouble."
"It's really no trouble," he insisted, his hand still resting gently on your shoulder. "I'll make sure you get home safely."
Oscar seemed to relax a bit, though you could tell he was still a little uneasy. "Alright then. Just... be careful, okay?"
"Don't worry, Osc," you replied, standing up and giving him a quick hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."
As Oscar left, the group continued to tease and laugh. You always enjoyed when the drivers were in a casual setting like this one, where they could forget about competition and teams and just hang out and have fun.
You stayed glued to Carlos the entire time, getting even closer as the night went on, you could feel your eyelids getting heavy, so you laid your head on his shoulder.
"You're falling asleep on me, hermosa," Carlos whispered to you, not moving your head from its place.
"I'm not," you protested, but at the same time you did a yawn escaped your mouth, which made Carlos laugh.
"Come on let's get you home," Carlos offered you his hand.
You took Carlos' hand, not even thinking twice about it. As you both stood to leave, your friends couldn't resist one last round of teasing.
"No funny business, Carlos," Charles called out, grinning widely. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. "We have Oscar on speed dial."
"Yeah, don't make me come after you, that's also my sister," Lando added, too drunk to even make sense.
You laughed, waving goodbye to everyone as you and Carlos made your way out. The cool night air was refreshing as you walked to his car, your hand still in his.
The drive to Oscar's place was quiet but comfortable. Carlos kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console close to you. You found yourself stealing glances at him, admiring the way the streetlights played over his features.
At one point, Carlos glanced over and caught you staring. "You're staring," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
You felt your cheeks heat up but didn't look away. "Maybe I am," you replied, a teasing edge in your voice. "You have a problem with that?"
"Not at all, Piastri. Not at all."
When you arrived at Oscar's place, Carlos parked the car but you made no move to get out. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension.
"Are you ready to stop pretending we hate each other?" Carlos asked suddenly, his voice low and earnest. "Because I am."
His words hung in the air, causing your heart to skip a beat. The intensity in his gaze made it clear he wasn't playing around or teasing you. He was being real and serious.
You took a deep breath, your eyes locking onto his. "Yeah, I am."
Your heart pounded in your chest as you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss. His hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a mix of tenderness and hunger. The world outside the car ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the way his kiss made you feel.
Carlos' other hand found its way to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he pressed you closer. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding on as if letting go meant losing this moment forever.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. Carlos' eyes searched yours, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"But… I'm not ready to stop calling you a little bitch, though."
Synopsis: The first female driver title means nothing at the face of World Driver Championship. You face the big dogs whether you like it or not, they're not playing nice either. Tension has been cooking between the drivers from Ferrari and Mercedes in the midst of the season as they're, in no doubt, fighting for the title.
Warnings: Profanities.
YOU BOTH DON'T KNOW when this started.
The sudden tension, the sudden frustration, and glares thrown at each other, the sudden seed of hatred planted in both your stomachs whenever you laid eyes on each other.
It was the start of the season. Everyone was excited, everyone had placed their bets, and everyone are wearing their team's merch. Everyone is hyped after the great fight from last season; the fans are not expecting less.
The motorhome of Mercedes is busy, as always. The people are always busy in delivering the performance they're known for. And they don't fail to do that. You hope you can do it, too.
Everything was going fine for you; you were living up to the name of the first ever woman to step foot into this male-dominated sport for decades. Mercedes landed a jackpot when they saw you, the rookie that held many promises by your performance alone. It's now your 3rd season, and you're already fighting for the championship.
And it would've been easy. The car never fails; many even say that you're almost flying whenever you drive it. Toto did not waste any of your useful input, as they make it, too. And you're delivering those tasteful victories. The taste of podium is already familiar, guaranteed even, if you land on the pole. P2 more often than not.
Achieving greatness was almost easy if it weren't for a red car that looks like it had some yogurt poured over it.
Specifically that Monagasque driver who pisses her off whenever he squeezes into the most impossible gap she obviously doesn't want to give.
And you can't even say that the frustration she feels is about racing. Hell, you're adults! What stays on the track, stays on the track. Like what mature drivers should do. But Charles is making that hard to do.
That's when it started.From the laughter shared from backstabbing Netflix workers and their annoying camera and speakers ready to twist whatever they find to some dramatic narrative, it was suddenly turned to silence. The others became silent too when they saw either of you enter in the same room. Some even share a look with Charles and then try their hardest not to laugh, making you feel like the odd one out.
It's like having mean girls from that movie suddenly gang up on you. Except it was drivers who were pushing to their 30s in Formula 1.
It seems like Charles is making sure that you remember that you're a woman. Which, to you, doesn't make sense. In every interview he's in, in every question he answers about you and your fight for the title, it always contains the words "She's a woman" or "She's impressive for a woman." You'll beg for those to stop. You don't even know if he meant it in the way you heard it, but the malice is there.
He once said, "Well— Yeah, I mean... Y/N is a driver that is different. Just didn't expect her to be sort of like a superhero with that car of hers. And the fact that she's a woman made this..." He didn't even bother to finish it as he just flashed those dimples and smiled.
You've been hearing that since you were in Formula 4. It's like your whole skills and talents are so outrageous just because you're a woman. She's tired of the "you're too great" for a woman quotes said with that mockery and disbelief that you're even here when all your life is for wherever you are now.
And you can't believe you're still experiencing it at the top. Well, it's expected. The top are where those who got used to only seeing the same faces suddenly get so curious at someone who looks so different.
The Singapore heat is a killer. The fans are still hyped and waving their own banners and flags of their respective drivers. The welcome for them was just as hot as the weather. You can only imagine the hell it would feel like once you're in that car. Better not dwell on it; bigger fish are waiting to be fried as the engineers are busy polishing up the car while Toto simply requests you to get ready.
Like a routine that's etched into your brain, the helmet was a final touch before getting into the car.
Rolling up in the grid, mechanics surround your car. The few minutes are being spent by your team hyping the shit out of you. Tapping your helmet, making sure the car is fine and placed properly. At the 30-second mark, they all left. Saying their final goodbyes and cute little thumbs-up of good luck.
The very noticeable red car was just beside you. Everything else feels too pressured. The engine behind you was humming like a beast waiting for those lights to dim. You adjust your deadly grip on the steering wheel, making it a mission to go so fast you won't worry about seeing that red car of your nemesis.
Gears are shifted, and the Singaporean Grand Prix is on. The engines roared to life as they fought for a good launch after the first turn. Charles' wheel is getting too comfortable next to yours.
You successfully passed him, not bothering to check your mirrors as you leave him behind.
Lap went on and on and on; Charles was always just a few seconds behind, hunting you down for your position. Your engineers are making it clear to not let him pass. She was doing just that... Until lap 35, where your rear locked up, you spun once, and your adrenaline and the mere thought of Charles catching up made you save that car on the brink of destruction.
But a flash of red already passed you. You cursed under your breath as you continued, "Gap to Leclerc every lap until I overtake his ass," left your lips as you stared at his rear.
Each time a gap appears, you suddenly become Senna and go for it, but this French-speaking pasta eater just shuts the door on you.
Each late brake from him just gives enough edge to cook an impulsive idea to ram his car from behind and just end this for the both of them in your head. If you did exactly that, you know what to say to the press and his angry face.
".86 gap to Leclerc. Overtake button ready." You never pressed that button so hard in your life.
The car bolted from the new energy and immediately made the car parallel to his. You had the idea of flipping him off but then decided against it since the best comeback is the fact that you're standing on the podium higher than his. But the universe decided to test you. You were just about to pass Charles, his front just beside your rear, then the most shitty coincidence happened. He spun, and unfortunately, your rear was caught in that trick.
You both spun off the track and into the gravel, disturbing the dust and sending debris all over. Charles was much more unfortunate as he hit the barriers while you just had your rear destroyed.
"You okay, Y/N?" the calm voice of your race engineer cackled in your ear. But it was deafened by the overpowering anger rising up and forcing itself out of your throat.
Once the steering wheel was released, you immediately exited your vehicle, not paying any mind to the damages your car had, and immediately stomped over to Charles, who had just exited himself.
"You think you're so smart, huh?" you hissed, clenching your fist so hard it's a good idea to punch something, preferably his face. "You hate me that much to fuck up my race?" Now you're angry as hell. Just this whole predicament is a living, historical reminder that that man in front of her just can't get past whatever issue he has with her.
"Woah—wait," Charles raised his hands, backing off a few steps as he, himself, can feel the anger.
"Y/N, calm down; the marshals are on their way." The meek attempt of your race engineer to calm you fell on deaf ears. All the pent-up, unsaid things that have been sitting on your chest every time you see each other. "You are just so full of prejudice, huh?" A dry laugh left your lips. So I'm in disbelief of what just happened. "You can't stand a woman getting so far up that you just have to fuck us both up. Wow... I'll say A for effort."
"Look—" Charles tries again, but you hold up a hand. "Shut it." You're just tired of it. She said a piece; she's had her fill of satisfaction from this interaction. You know you're still on the radio; anything you say now can be turned into a bad day for your PR team. "Try being more subtle in your hatred."
She walked back on her own. Not minding anyone at the motorhome once you got your helmet off. You grabbed your things and fought the will to flip the cameras away from your face and just get to your hotel room as fast as possible.
The plop to your bed in your hotel room was a nice surrender to this day. If this day turned out great, this rest can be considered and will be felt like a reward. But after that? Maybe ripping these covers in frustration is more like it.
The phone is on silent, making you unreachable for the team and anyone else who tries to do some very much not needed comfort. You'll turn off the DND after you're okay with what happened, so probably never. The time felt like it passed by. You didn't bother to check the time or how long you disassociated.
A hot shower to loosen up definitely helped. The essence of the loss and defeat of this day went down with the water and was forgotten. The sun was setting; it painted the sky in beautiful oranges and purples. She hates how one defeat is making her mood turn sour at anything she knows she used to adore. But she figured that maybe taking a breath will return her peace. Until there was a knock on the door.
You ordered room service before getting into the shower, and you're now craving the brownie a la mode along with that lobster tail you're definitely not telling your dietician later.
With the turn of the knob, the cravings for food were suddenly replaced by a craving to punch a wall.
"Hi" is what Charles uttered. Your eyes stared at him like he had grown a second head, which you hope he does cause maybe it'll be smarter than what brain he used earlier and now. He's also holding the cart of her food.
"What the hell are you doing?" The sight of him is confusing. Especially with that look of utter innocence, like he had not just made her DNF.
"The food is going to get cold; let's come in first," Charles smiles, ready to push the cart.
"Are you also food?" you asked.
"No...?"
"Then you don't need to come in." You reached out for the cart, which he immediately pulled back.
"Okay, fine... Let us talk first," he insisted.
"I do not want to do anything that has got to do with you." Making up was already out of the question; she does not need him doing this.
"I literally cannot and will not sleep if we don't settle what happened at the racetrack." He says, looking more like a victim than someone who, again, made her DNF.
"I'm not threatened by that." You couldn't care less about the abomination that might cause to his sleeping cycle. Charles made a face of utter deadpan and sighed to look more pleading again.
"Please."
One word. It might've been easy to say no. To abandon the meal she's craving and just sleep through it. But having a grudge is never easy to carry. She's been carrying the fact that even if you've already proved yourself, there's always going to be someone that will not acknowledge it. You hate that it was him. Him that you thought would be the kindest. God, you regretted telling your teammate, Lewis, that you're interested in him during your rookie year. With those dimples and charm of his, who wouldn't be interested? But after such hostility? That interest suddenly went up in flames and got replaced by the burning need to rub a victory in his face.
A sigh left your lips. If he says something that is just not it, it's easy to throw him out anyway.
The door widened for him; Charles pushed the cart with him inside, looking too victorious. Maybe a hard slap would wipe that off his face.
Charles didn't make himself too welcome in her space. Which you appreciate because you really don't want to hate anyone right now.
He cleared his throat, fiddling with the hem of his leather jacket. You now only realize you're in your robe; what a vast contrast from the two of you.
"Okay—Uh... about the race," he tested the words. You hope it's as sour and bitter for him whenever you hear those words.
"I'm sorry," he laid it simply. "I swear I did not do it on purpose. My front locked up around the corner and..." You're glad that even he doesn't want to remember that.
"So... I hope that we can move past this." That was the shittiest apology you have ever heard. Your mouth is agape with that unimpressed look. Is that it? "I hope we can move past this?"
What a joke.
"You think what happened earlier is the only thing that makes me want to break a bottle to your head?" A dry scoff can't help but get past your lips. This is all too funny in that sense where you just want to destroy everything.
"You have been resenting me since I managed to become a threat to you." You took a step forward, your emotions getting much more concentrated too. "All those comments about me being so different as a woman, the shared look you guys shared that's about me... I'm not dumb."
Gosh, it's like confronting your bully in high school. It's either this is going to end in a happy way, or it's going to get worse. And you're much more prepared for the second.
But Charles' face going into some different stages of realization threw you off.
"Wait... you think I hate you?" A grin almost took place on his lips, but when your face stayed absolutely serious, it dropped. "Oh, you're serious."
You both shared a very confused moment. He's obviously trying to find the words of whatever explanation you won't accept.
"Okay..." he spoke suddenly. "I don't hate you."
Seriously? Wow, what a convincing thing to say. He felt that thought and raised his hand.
"Hear me out, I..." He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Those interviews... You got them completely wrong," he said, a bit muffled by his hand."I meant it in the most respectful way, Y/N... Of course you're different; you're a woman! An amazing one for reaching this far. I... respect you."
Well... This isn't on your bingo card.
You let out a very hesitant "What?"
"Look, I... I'm sorry if you heard my voice being sarcastic, but I meant everything I said there. I didn't mean to use your gender to let you down; I meant it in a way that I want people to remember you're a woman in the most inspirational way!" He defended, even finding this whole thing ridiculous just as much as you do.
You try your hardest to find even a bit of insincerity in his face. You can always spot it in people who say pretty things... But you found none. And honestly, you don't know how to feel about that.
"Then what about those whispers whenever I enter the room? The exchanged looks?" You ask, seeking more clarification.
That shut him up. Looking like a fish out of water with his mouth opening and closing, trying to find the words to tell you what exactly has been brewing.
You made a face to urge him to speak up; you don't have time for this.
He really tried to think of better ways to say this because this circumstance is not what he wanted the scenario to be.
"I... heard from George that Lewis told him that... You were interested in me." He rubs his nape as he's trying not to stare at you.
Of course... That two twats can't keep a secret now, can't they? You are not thinking of many ways how to effectively sew George's mouth shut and slap Lewis hard.
Charles felt the emotions bubbling inside you, so he took a step forward, trying to explain. "But they only told me that because... I'm also starting to like you."
You? Like you? This is all too much to take in. The sudden revelation that this hatred is only one-sided feels offensive; then what is this? A confession? This feels like a badly written romcom movie, and it totally is! You made a forced laugh, just to make sure that she was laughing before Charles could claim this is a joke. You felt as though the universe were too lazy to write out the slow burn and dumped it all in one day. But in seeing Charles' very concerned face—he may be thinking you're going crazy—really dropped the forced act from you.
Your silence and stunned face cued Charles to continue, "Those whispers and smirks you see are just them teasing me for finally talking to you." Your hand went up to your mouth, keeping back the so many questions that are going through her head. Multiple thoughts popping up anywhere in her brain like a virus on a computer.
"I'm... I'm so sorry I had to dump it all on you. I understand—especially how uh—" Charles rambled, sensing that you're too silent to even assume the idea of this turning out alright. Good job, Charles; you fumbled hard.
"You mean," you cut him off, face half serious, half in disbelief. "All I've been feeling about you... was one-sided?"
"What feeling?" He raised a brow."I felt that you hated me. So I hated you too. I thought—" She ran a hand down her face. "I thought you... just didn't want to be friends with me." Wow, this whole thing is making you look like a pathetic high schooler who knows nothing about love. Well, it's true, except that you're not in high school anymore.
"Yeah... Seems pretty far for what I've been feeling," Charles said with a simple smile, nodding at her with soft eyes. The moment seemed too long for it to stay silent. So Charles took a leap.
"Can I... invite you for dinner? To make up for what I made you feel." That took a groan from you, not because you didn't want to, but because of how stupid it might've been of her. And the guilt she's feeling from assuming the worst of Charles.
Can't blame yourself though; sexism is not subtle in your journey in this forsaken sport you love so much. After taking herself out of her own self-pity, she sighed, and her face broke into a soft smile. "Definitely..." Charles looked like he won this night. And he did, in more ways than one.
He took a step closer, enough for them to be comfortable but still respectful since you're still in your robe.
You only adjusted your clothing up until now and tightened the robe around you. "Again, so sorry about the race—" You cut him off with a shake of your head. All anger from today and the previous events had vanished now from the explanation he gave. "It's fine. Just next time... Just shut up and drive, okay?"
Charles nodded with a smile adorned by his dimples. "I'll shut up as long as you want me to."
It is indeed hard to carry such a grudge... But the way the pieces fell perfectly together after all this revealed you felt light on your feet.
Charles left with a promise of dinner at the next Grand Prix in Austin at 7:30 sharp. He sent a small wave as he continued on his steps outside of her door.
She turned back to her room after shutting the door gently and locking it. She saw the cart of her order of brownie a la mode and lobster tail.
Did he really take this from the employee who's supposed to deliver this? The thought made you laugh.
I've only been a fan of Formula 1 since November of 2025... Now I'm writing about them! Ackk!!
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summary: scrutiny is engraved in the world of formula one, but it’s not the drivers who face the most hate. it’s the wags. having had a baby with lando you expect him to stick up for you, expect him to understand even. you quickly find out, he’s just a man, and certainly not the one you thought he was
real life | 4.2k words
( warnings: mentions of body shaming, arguing, gaslighting, lando is emotionally unattached, postpartum exhaustion, ignorance )
your one month old daughter is warm sleeping heavy against your chest
her tiny fist is curled into the fabric of your shirt her face pressed into your body. you hear lando moving around humming quietly to himself
“babe?” he calls out, his voice slightly louder than you wished
“yes lan?” but your voice is soft. instinctively so, as you’re afraid you might wake her just by breathing. speaking’s even worse
he appears in the doorway a moment later, halfway dressed but still decent looking
wearing dark trousers, and button down that’s still unbuttoned, he pauses when he sees you, the sight of you and the baby immediately slowing him down
his shoulders relax and his face softens. sometimes he forgets the life he has, and seeing you two brings him back
a reminder she’s really here and this is real
he walks over sitting at your feet on your shared bed. “you sure you don’t wanna come?” he asks gently
speaking softer he looks down at his daughter, gently rubbing her head “it’s nothing crazy, just dinner and a couple hours of talking.””
you shake your head “no i’m exhausted.” you admit quietly with a small voice, not wanting to share more than you have to “and i really don’t feel like dragging her out this late.”
he nods, sensing slight tension from you so he stands up not pushing. “yeah. that makes sense.”
exhaling he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead he murmurs. “i’ll bring you something back to eat. whatever you want.”
“you don’t have to—”
“i want to.” he interrupts your sentence softly. “and i won’t stay out long i promise. i’m not partying or drinking it’s just dinner.”
you nod, even though a small part of you still hates being left alone at night. you hate how quiet the apartment feels when it’s just you and the baby and your thoughts
lando carefully leans down, kissing your daughter’s tiny head. “be good for mama i’ll be back around eleven, yeah?” he whispers softly at the sleeping baby
he kisses you quickly before grabbing his jacket and keys
for a moment he pauses and likes back at you one last time “if you need anything, anything, just call and iI’ll come home immediately.”
you’re propped up against pillows in bed, your daughter awake now but calm
her wide eyes dart around your face as she stares up at you like you’re the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen. and to be honest you probably are as she hasn’t seen much, seeing as she’s only one month
little noises from her fill the silence, letting out soft coos hiccups, and an occasional sleepy sigh
your arm is numb from holding her but you don’t move. you don’t want to disturb the peace for her and quiet for you
with your free hand you open tiktok, wanting to do some mindless scrolling. something to keep you awake while your daughter is up still
most of it is cute baby videos and some recipes you’ll never make. But of course there’s f1 content, random clips circulating from races you barely remember attending, your pregnant body a blob of nausea and nerves back then
then a video pops up titled “ranking f1 wags by style”.
you makes you pause and unfortunately curiosity wins and you sigh, watching the video
normally you don’t interact or even entertain any f1 fan pages but this creator seemed very sweet
and with your baby awake in your arms, what else were you supposed to do. the creator started and was smiling brightly, talking about outfits, and aesthetics. they complimented this one’s elegance, that one’s confidence and you find yourself relaxing, smiling a little even
hen they get to you and the immediate shift in their tone and body language makes your stomach drop
“and then there’s y/n…”
the smile disappears from their face as they trail off and pick their sentence back up again “i’m sorry, i just don’t like her at all.”
you freeze but they don’t stop there they keep talking.
keep diminishing you and tearing everything about you apart. how you’re boring. how your relationship with lando started weird because you met partying
how they honestly liked you at first but now? now you’re just disappointing
“they have a baby now,” the creator continues, dragging their words sounding exhausted from just saying your name . “and she just shows up to races in anything. she always looks tired and messy. It’s like she doesn’t even try.”
your chest tightens while the person keeps going and picking you apart piece by piece
comments about why is your hair always like that
questioning if you even own any makeup. addressing their hatred for the way you walk the way you talk
mentioning the way you hold your baby is unsafe, how your daughter is always crying and unhappy with you. the things you say in interviews are not polished enough, you look disheveled and not glamorous enough
towards the end of the video your vision gets blurry and you don’t really remember watching the video anymore
but you were still able to hear their words. “lando deserves better.” they conclude, speaking ill of you so casually, like they’re talking about an outfit of yours they don’t like
your thumb moves on its own, scrolling to the comments
which was a big mistake. your eyes locked onto the hundreds of comments agreeing with the creator
calling you lazy, ugly, saying motherhood ruined you and you’re ruining motherhood, giving new moms a bad reputation. but then lando gets brought into the picture and the language they use with him is much different, it hits you in the chest like a punch
many comments all saying lando is such an amazing dad, such a provider
noticing how he’s so patient with his daughter and prasing how soft he looks and acts with the baby. then there’s people still finding a way to hate on you, saying he deserves someone prettier and more put together
someone who didn’t baby trap him
that specific one makes you want to throw up. you bite down on your lip hard in an effort to suppress any sobs that try to come out of you
tears drip silently onto your daughter’s blanket and you close the app
the room feels too quiet again and your emotions feel too strong to hold back now
but just as you’re about to break, your daughter squirms, then starts crying. looks like she beat you to the meltdown first
it’s soft at first, like she’s just uncomfortable. But then it quickly grows louder, sharper and way more desperate
“hey, hey.” you whisper, panic creeping in as you bounce her gently. “it’s okay. mama’s got you.”
you try everything that a parent could for their baby
rocking, shushing, bottle and breastfeeding. walking around the bedroom with her in your arms, ignoring your own aching legs
pushing her around in a stroller, laying her down in her carseat and crib, playing all different kinds of noise
but no matter how many things you try, nothing works
her cries only get louder and they cut through you, suddenly you’re crying too
just as hard as she is it seems
you feel like you’re failing at everything all at once. you check the time and it’s 11:30 pm.
lando should’ve been home by now
your hands shake as you pick up your phone and call him. it rings. and rings and rings. no answer so you try again
but this time it goes straight to voicemail
your daughter cries harder in your arms and honestly you feel like joining in with her at this point as your own starts slip free now
exhausted, you sink back onto the bed clutching her closer
“please.” you whisper quietly and it feels like your heart is breaking “just please come home.”
your eyes find the ceiling and you look up at it, rocking your daughter, trying to keep yourself from throwing the towel in, or worse
time flies by and before you know it, 4am rolls around
sitting upright in bed, your eyes feel endlesstly heavy and your shoulders slumped forward as you cradle your daughter against your chest
she finally went to sleep around 10 minutes ago. however you don’t know what helped
in all honesty, her tiny body was probably exhausted from all the physical stress of screaming and failing around
that theory didn’t feel hard to imagine imagine because the effects were hitting you hard too
every muscle of yours was screaming for rest and if you were looking back you don’t remember the last time you actually slept for more than three hours
the apartment was silent and you felt like one small thing would shatter you
and almost as on cue, the front door unlocks
it’s loud and the heavy footsteps that follow tells you lando is drunk off his ass
though you know he’s coming your way you don’t move. you can’t, you’re too tried, but your stomach twists instantly
his keys drop onto the floor, and as he makes his way towards your shared bedroom a laugh slips from his mouth
everything about him at this moment radiates carelessness and you stay silent trying to keep yourself at bay. to pretend you’re fine and like the night hasn’t taken everything from you already
you close your eyes, your jaw tightening as the door to your bedroom slams open
lando stumbles in, shoes half off already. his jacket slung over one shoulder, and he doesn’t notice your expression
or notice how stiff your body goes when he steps closer. he reaches for the light switch and flicks it on without thinking, bright warm light filling the room
this gets your attention and you wince sharply, not being able to ignore him anymore
your heart leaping into your throat as your daughter stirs, petrified she might wake and start crying again, your free hand flies up, frantically waving
forming silent desperate words you mouth for it to turn it off
he stares at you confused for a moment before it clicks, fumbling to switch it back off, mumbling a quiet, sloppy apology
but it feels like the damage is done anyway
your pulse skyrockets as you hold your breath, waiting to see if she wakes
after a long, terrifying moment of you frozen, praying she stays asleep, her breathing evens out again and you let out a breathe of relief
something in you snaps
you can’t bare to be in the same room as him, let alone sleep in the same bed as him
carefully you stand and gently lower her into the crib. smoothing the blanket with shaking hands your eyes lingering for just a second longer than necessary because she’s the only thing keeping you grounded
then you straighten, and walk out of the room without a word
your steps fast and silent as you push through the apartment and out onto the balcony
the night air hits your body, slightly calming you. monaco glitters beneath and you grip the railing so hard your knuckles turn white
chest heaving as you try to keep your breathing quiet, controlled.
behind you, you hear him follow
“baby?” he says softly sounding genuinely confused. “what’s wrong?”
he wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing into your back like this is just another night. like nothing has happened and he didn’t shatter every promise he made before walking out that door
you shove him off of you hard enough that he stumbles back a step
turning to him with tears already streaming down your face you whisper shout his question back at him, anger shaking every word as you fight yourself hard to not scream
“what’s wrong?” you repeat his idiotic question back to him, the anger evident in your voice and body language “what’s wrong, lando? are you serious right now?”
lifting his hands up in defense his brows furrows and it’s like he genuinely doesn’t understand what upset you
“hey, hey i didn’t mean—”
and it just makes you even more mad. because that was the issue
“it’s four in the damn morning.” cutting him off your voice cracks as you gesture toward the apartment behind you. “four! i have been up for hours with our daughter who has been screaming until she was red in the face. i called you because i didn’t know what else to do, and you didn’t answer. what happened to call me and i’ll come home immediately huh? you promised me lando. you said weren’t going to drink or party, that it was just dinner with the guys and you’d be home at eleven.”
he runs a hand through his hair, swaying slightly, trying to smile like it’s no big deal. “okay, okay, i get it, i’m late, but if you’re tired why didn’t you just go to bed, yeah? since you’re so exhausted.”
you let out a broken laugh, harsh and disbelieving, shaking your head as fresh tears spill over. “i couldn’t go to bed.” you snap back quietly. “not with her crying and you out partying doing who knows what!”
throwing your arms up you huff before bringing your hands to your hair
“what i’m trying to explain, is that i don’t get to just go to bed. i am the one who is always up and does everything. i have to feed her, i have to change her, i have to rock her, and i have to be the one to listen to her cry while you go out with max dousing your in liquor and i’m over here crying, feeling like my heart is being ripped out every time she won’t settle.”
your voice gives out, and for a split second you feel like sobbing and walking away
but you don’t. you stay put because you need to get these words out, you’ve been holding in your disdain for his lazy and childish behavior for too long
still, you let the emotions show, bearing themselves faster than you expected
“lando even when you are here i’m still the one who has to wake up every two hours. it’s the same routine for me every single day wether we’re in the paddock at a race or your sitting next to me on the couch. i clean her bottles. i wash all her tiny clothes that somehow never stop piling up, and sometimes im folding while pumping or breastfeeding. i make sure she’s okay, all the time, every second, even when i feel like i might collapse. it’s always me, me, me who does everything and still i get no credit. i don’t remember the last time i felt like myself or have genuinely smiled. and i certainly don’t think i’ve ever gotten any praise from anyone how about how good of a mom i am or anything along those lines throughout my whole pregnancy.”
lando’s smile fades immediately, and his posture stiffens as he realizes this isn’t something he can joke away
you swallow hard, looking at him through tears, your voice dropping, raw and trembling. “and it’s not just that. i’m not just physically tired. i’m emotionally tired. i’m tired of feeling invisible. i’m tired of feeling like i’m doing this alone even when you’re literally here.”
your hands shaking as you press them to your eyes. “i can’t do it anymore.” you whisper the words over and over “i can’t. i can’t.”
something changed and his drunken state cracking as he stepped closer, now serious
“hey.” he says firmly, reaching for you again but stopping when you flinch. “no. don’t say that. i’ll step up whatever you want me to do, i’ll do it i swear. i’ll be better, just tell me.”
you shake your head slowly, tears sliding down your cheeks unchecked looking at him. “i’m not just talking about our baby.” you say, voice hollow. “i’m talking about us. i shouldn’t have to tell you what to do to step up, that’s still me doing something and picking your slack.”
he freezes and his face drops “what. wait what are you talking about?”
“if i already feel like a single mother,” you continue quietly, every word feeling heavier to speak out “then i might as well actually be one. at least then i’d know what to expect, i wouldn’t be waiting up at night hoping you come home at the time said you would.”
the silence between you two stays present for a few minute
in no way had he expected this from you, and certainly not now, not in this exact moment
your shoulders slump down as you sigh. it feels nice finally explain your feelings, but the amount of push and pull internally and with lando is draining the life out of you
nothing about this feels rewarding, all this is only leaving you hurt
“people hate me.” you whisper the words falling out before you can stop yourself. “they hate the way i look. they say that i let myself go and ou deserve better. they call me ugly and lazy but praise you for being a good dad while they tear me apart as if i’m nothing. like i’m not a person with feelings, like i didn’t grow a whole human inside of me and give birth a literal month ago.”
at the end of your spiel your voice cracks as you as you look up at him
with eyes pleading you turn desperate “do you have any idea how that feels, lando? to grow a human, give everything you have to being a parents and still be told you’re not enough? to be picked apart by people because you don’t look like a supermodel anymore after giving birth
the only thing land can do is stand there
he’s stunned to say the least. his mouth opens and closes like he’s searching for the right words but ultimately remains silent
you let out a shaky breath, stepping closer, desperation not being a strong enough word to describe the emotions your feeling right now. you beg him softly. “say something. please. i need you to say something.”
he finally exhales, rubbing a hand over his face like he’s the tired one here
the way he sighs sounds like he’s the one who’s been awake all night holding a screaming baby
and when he looks at you his voice comes out flat confused in a way that make him sounds like he couldn’t care less. about this conversation or you
“what am i supposed to say?” he asks with a blank face “do you want me to fix the internet or something?and you knew about the dinner.”
that’s when something in you truly cracks, but it’s not even anger anymore
it’s more disbelief mixed with exhaustion, and your laugh comes out broken as you shake your head at him
“really lando.” you whisper harshly, tears spilling faster now. “i just told you and you’re doing the same shit. this why i’m done.”
he frowns going into defensive mode immediately. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“it means you always do this.” you snap quietly, hands trembling as you gesture between the two of you. “you make it sound like i’m mad about one thing so you don’t have to look at the whole picture. this isn’t about dinner, lando. i don’t care about the dinner.”
“really because it sounds like you do.” he scoffs lightly. “i asked you if you wanted to come. you said no.”
you cut in sharply, voice shaking. “stop. stop twisting it. this isn’t about me not going to some stupid dinner, it’s about everything else. it’s about the fact that you haven’t listend and applied any word i’ve said. the fact you don’t see me. you don’t see what i do for you or our daughter. you don’t see how much i carry every single day.”
he opens his mouth to interrupt but you don’t let him
“you don’t wake up when she cries,”you continue, tears streaking down your face but you let that bother you“you don’t even ask you to hold her or let me have a night to fully sleep. i can be sitting right next to you, exhausted and shaking, and you don’t move. you don’t know how to dress her. you don’t know what size clothes she wears. you don’t know how to put her car seat in the car. lando, if something happened and i wasn’t there, you wouldn’t even know where to start.”
his jaw tightens, his eyes snapping up to lock onto yours “that’s not fair.”
“i don’t care what fair at this point, it’s true.” you sob back. “and the worst part is you don’t even try to learn.”
you take a moment, letting out a shaky breath your chest aching as you press a hand against it. “and you don’t defend me. ever. you let these people tear me apart while you stay silent. you let them call me lazy, ugly, a bad mom, and you just let it happen.”
he looks away, arms crossing over his chest like he’s had enough of this
“i saw a video tonight. there were hundreds of thousands of comments all agreeing and saying the same things. that i trapped you that you deserve better and i look like a mess. but for you its that you’re such an amazing dad while i’m nothing.”
your voice breaks completely as you choke out the next words. “and i just realized you like it lando.”
“you fucking liked the video. not only do you never say a word defending me, this time you’re feeding into the narratives about me.”
there’s a long pause between you two, where he just stares out over the balcony like he’s waiting for this to pass
he’s hoping you’ll walk away and go to bed
when he finally speaks, his tone is detached and he sounds annoyed
“i don’t even know what video you’re talking about, i just like things i probably didn’t even watch it. and you think i don’t get hate i deal with that too all the time and sorry but there’s nothing i can do about it, so i don’t get why you’re yelling at me like it’s my fault.”
that’s when the sob rips out of you, loud and uncontrollable
your whole body feels like it’s folding in on itself as you shake your head. “because i need you lando.” you cry. “because i’m being burned and you’re saying it’s too hot instead of saving me or putting the fire out.”
your hands come up to cover your face as you break down completely, words tumbling out between sobs. “i hate you.”
“i hate you lando, for doing this to me. i didn’t even want to be a mom yet, i wanted a fling something fun. that’s all this was supposed to be. but then you insisted to pull out. when i found out i was pregnant, it was too late to do anything about it, so i made the choice to keep her. because i knew i could love her, and i knew we could give her a good life.”
you look up at him through tears eyes red and pleading. “but i didn’t know i’d be doing it alone.”
he stiffens immediately going into defensive mode “I didn’t want to be a dad yet either.” he shoots back
“but i stepped up. i’m not sitting here complaining.”
“because you have nothing to complain about lando! you yell back in a broken whisper
“you do absolutely nothing. nothing to care for her. you get to sleep, get to leave and you even get praised for showing up for just literally five minutes. but i’m the one who does everything. i don’t get to leave her, or sleep if she’s crying. i am everything to and for her.”
your chest heaves as you continue, words spilling faster now. “and even after being her only form of life support, i still show up for you. i go to your races and stand in the paddock exhausted but smiling because i know how much your career matters to you. and even though i don’t have time to show up for myself istill go. because you matter to me lando. yet not once do you even try to show up for me.”
you shake your head slowly devastation laced into every line of your face. “you don’t show up for her either. and that hurts more than anything.”
he stands there silent again. you can tell he’s distant and checked out of this conversation
and quite frankly he’s been checkout of this relationship for longer. his arms are still crossed, his face full of nothing like this is happening to him instead of because of him
“you don’t understand,” you whisper hoarsely. “and i don’t think you want to.”
your voice softens then. heartbreak now replaces anger as you wipe your cheeks with trembling hands. “i’ve tried. i’ve tried to make this work with us for her i’ve waited and waited for you to meet me halfway, and you never do.”
you take a shaky breath, decision settling heavy but solid in your chest. “i can’t keep doing this, so i’m done.”
he blinks hard his eyebrow furrowing
Not that caught his attention. he’s back on this earth, turning to look at you “what are you saying?”
you swallow hard, tears falling again as you straighten your shoulders
“i’m saying the only option left is for me to leave.”
Summary: Y/n insists that Lando doesn’t have to do anything with Valentine’s Day Lando between 2 weeks of testing. But Lando isn’t about to let that be the case.
Word count: 2k
Lando might not remember his best friend's birthday. But despite popular belief, he's not in a relationship with Max so he doesn't get the privilege of Lando remembering even when asked not to.
"Don't be mad." Lando states earning a sigh as y/n looks at him. "I said don't be mad."
"You only say that when I have something to get mad about." Y/n laughs while Lando grins at her. "What?"
"Just...I've made some plans for Saturday." Lando grins making her look at him in a pause. "You said you wouldn't get mad."
"I didn't say that at all. You told me not to get mad, I never said I agreed to that." Y/n laughs then rolling her eyes. "I told you not to plan anything because you deserve a break, Lando. I'm trying to be a loving and caring girlfriend."
"And I'm trying to be a present and loving boyfriend." Lando rebuttals then grinning purposely flashing his dimples. "Please can we be like every other annoying couple and show off that we love each other on Valentine's day?"
Y/n sighs not bothering to fight since she's not an alien. She wants to celebrate Valentine's Day like everyone else, but she was just trying to consider that Lando would be tired and really needed to focus.
"Of course we can, baby." Y/n nods while Lando grins moving forward towards her excitedly. "You are the only man I've ever met who is more excited than their girlfriend about Valentine's Day."
"A whole dedicated to showering you with love. What's not to be excited about?" Lando smiles then pecking her lips. "Especially when it's right before the whole F1 season kicks off and I can't force love on you like I do during the break."
"I love you." Y/n whispers immediately earning a return of the words. "So what are the plans for Valentine's Day?"
"The plans are...a secret. But you get to experience them in real time tomorrow." Lando grins while y/n hums.
He's not in the car testing today since he had all of yesterday. But he's still going to be at the track, looking at data that y/n couldn't begin to understand if she tried. He's also just supporting Oscar like he always does since fan nonsense might try to dictate reality, but it fails miserably. The two are good friends and respect the hell out of each other. Even if people might wish they didn't.
"Why don't you just get yourself to the hotel spa and take the day for yourself?" Lando suggests making y/n smile.
"I'm not going to turn that down."
"Good. I don't want you to turn it down."
"Ok." Y/n nods before leaning over and kissing him. "You have fun doing all the nerdy F1 stuff."
"Yeah, I will." Lando hums with a slightly sarcastic tone. It's not the fun stuff but it will help him and give him the best understanding so it has to be done. "I'll see you later, baby."
"See you later. I love you."
"I love you too and I hope you do actually have some fun-or relaxing time." Lando instructs then sighing as he grabs his backpack and phone beginning to text Jon to be ready to go.
-
Y/n had a very relaxing day, to the point that she practically floats back to the hotel room. She then proceeded to slither into the bed and pass out before Lando got back.
And Lando being Lando, he climbs in with her after a shower and passes out pulling her towards himself with a grin.
He'd spent all the spare minutes he had through the day making sure his plans for tomorrow are all exactly as he's planned them out to be.
In truth he really just wants to make it something special because he is worried this could be another season of ups and downs for him. Last season was an incredible ending, but he had low lows and y/n held him together so tightly he couldn't have fell apart if he wanted.
Y/n's love overwhelms him sometimes, she just loves him with her entire being and Lando does his best to reciprocate that. But he always feels like he falls short with how busy he gets. Breaks never give him enough time.
When he wakes up y/n has pressed herself into him as hard as she can, somehow she always manages to do that in her sleep. As if she can't get herself close enough to him and he can't help but let his heart skip a beat over the fact he gets to wake this up with her.
Y/n sleeps another hour and a half, blissfully unaware of her boyfriend feeling his love and obsession with her grow impossibly bigger as he watches her and holds her.
But eventually she is awake.
"Good morning, valentine." Lando whispers as y/n shifts back and stretches with a groan, a smile morphing onto her face as her sleepy mind processes his words.
"Good morning, my valentine." Y/n grins then turning away to yawn and trying to avoid blasting him with morning breath. Not that Lando would care for a second and as she does he pulls her back to himself. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not long." Lando lies smoothly since she'll immediately begin to tell him off for not waking her if he told her how long it'd really been. "We're going to have the bed day ever. That's a promise."
Y/n cuddles into him sort of wanting a slow start to their morning because she's not much of a morning person and Lando is always so happy to cuddle for as long as y/n wants.
He talks a bit while y/n listens with small hums, smiling when he pauses to kiss her on top of the head.
But eventually he decides they have to get up.
"Do you want to order room service?" Lando asks making her nod a little and smile up at him. "Good, because I'm starving."
They get up and Lando orders them an excessively large breakfast, but he really just wants to make sure she has every option she might want. For Lando today is basically her day, even if y/n doesn't believe that it's just about her.
She always tries to make things equal when it comes to showing their love. She's not selfish when it comes to Lando, in fact she's almost too selfless. He wishes she'd let him make it all about her.
-
After an extravagant breakfast, then some mid-morning sex followed by a smaller lunch, they drove out for a bit heading towards an unknown location on y/n's part. But eventually they arrive.
Y/n looks at Lando with a deadpanned expression as he parks up at a golf course.
"Really? You're going to play golf?" Y/n grumbles making Lando place his hand to his chest in mock offense.
"You have such little faith in me that you think that's what I'd make our Valentine's about?" Lando questions though he knows what's coming in answer to that.
"Yes."
"Alright, well it's not." Lando laughs quickly stealing a kiss before pulling her to the golf cart. "Come on."
Y/n smiles lightly knowing that while they are at a golf course, he would never make their Valentine's Day about that.
Despite y/n's lack of interest in golf, she does actually think that golf greens are so pretty. They just have the prettiest views and in somewhere like Bahrain they put in the effort to make them appealing to the wealthy people who reside there and play golf.
Y/n ends up leaning her head on Lando's shoulder making him smile and hold her thigh while he drives them around, skipping all the holes that she knows he's itching to give a try.
But eventually something comes into view and y/n sits up looking at it.
"Lando..." Y/n whispers making him smile. "You put this all together?"
"Yeah, I wanted something for both of us because I knew you'd kick up a fuss if I didn't consider myself for this." Lando grins before he looks at her softly when the golf cart comes to a stop by the set up of cushions and blankets laid out with a buffet worth of food that is strategically covered. "What do you think?"
"I think this is so perfect." Y/n smiles before they stand up and she moves around to fling herself on him. "Thank you."
"You're so welcome, baby."
Lando moves them to the set up and they settle down.
"You know I'm sorry." Lando states suddenly catching her gaze back from where she's been looking around in awe.
"Sorry for what?"
"For putting you through the ups and downs with me and...maybe a pre-apology for what this season might bring." Lando smiles since as much as he's talked it up that he can't complain because he finally achieved the dream. It truly feels like he should be happy forever but he knows he can't police his own emotions like that, bad days are still going to come around. Especially with how unpredictable the new regs are.
"Lando...You don't need to apologise to me. Ever. You've held me through my worst and my best and you'd never let me apologise for it. Unless this is your way of saying I should be apologising?"
"No. But everything I do is documented in the media...and half of the time you get dragged into it too. And you have to directly deal with me acting like a dick who just completely cuts the world off to cope." Lando sighs before she grins and slides over plopping herself in his lap.
"Lando...we love each other. Might not be married, but we do love each other for better or for worse." Y/n states holding his jaw and kissing him a couple times. "I love you and I love today and I love that we'll be together for as long as possible and I love that I can say that with all confidence that I'm not scaring you off or making you want to scatter away."
"After my F1 career is done, they'd have to surgically remove me from you if you want to end things." Lando smirks earning a small laugh. "If we were back inside I'd continue what we were doing this morning."
"Yeah, I don't want to risk getting locked up here. Even if you are loved by the prince." Y/n smiles then gently rubbing his cheek with is thumb. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I don't want to think about life without you. Especially not today." Lando whispers before holding her tightly.
Y/n leans into him with a softly smile, feeling completely content with the feeling of them together. Lando had told her earlier the plans if they weren't in Bahrain but honestly she's not sure that they would've had any better of a day in Monaco or England or anywhere else.
The fact Lando made this so special when he has a schedule that even just being a spectator to it is exhausting.
"What move do you want to watch?" Lando asks eventually as the sun starts to set and they can use the projector.
"Maybe DTS?" Y/n grins earning a groan. "I wanna watch the episode when you get your first podium. Please?"
"Fine." Lando sighs since y/n does genuinely rewatched that episode so often and he knows because he always catches it half watched on their Netflix and it's not him watching it as much as he does like to look back and see that first big achievement in his career.
