Summary: He races across continents for trophies, but he’d cross galaxies for you. They call him a simp. He calls it love.
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The paddock had noticed the pattern before Carlos ever admitted it out loud.
"Madrid again?" Charles raised an eyebrow as Carlos confirmed his travel plans after the Singapore Grand Prix. "That's what, three weekends in a row?"
Carlos didn't even try to hide his smile this time. "She has a performance on Tuesday. I'm not missing it."
"Mate, you saw her perform last month," Lando pointed out.
"That was Giselle. This is Swan Lake. Completely different." Carlos said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Charles and Lando exchanged looks.
"You're insane," Lando said.
"I'm in love," Carlos corrected, already pulling up his phone to text you that he'd landed.
The First Meeting
Carlos's friends loved to remind him how he'd completely fallen apart when you first met.
It had been at a charity gala in Madrid eight months ago. You'd performed a solo from Don Quixote, and Carlos—who'd been dragged there by his PR team—had genuinely forgotten how to breathe.
He'd watched you command that stage, all power and grace and impossible elegance, and something in his chest had just... shifted. Settled. Like his whole life had been leading to watching you dance.
When intermission hit, he'd practically stumbled over his own feet getting to you.
"Hi, I'm Carlos, I—you were incredible. I mean, you are incredible. That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Do you—can I buy you a drink? Or food? Do ballerinas eat? That's a stupid question, of course you eat, I just meant—"
You'd laughed, and he'd fallen even harder.
"I eat," you'd confirmed, eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'd love to get a drink."
He'd missed the entire rest of the gala talking to you. Best night of his life.
Home
Carlos dropped his bags by the door—literally just dropped them—and followed the sound of music to your home studio.
There you were, at the barre in your rehearsal clothes, working through exercises. He leaned against the doorframe, content to just watch. He could watch you for hours. Had, actually, multiple times.
You caught his reflection in the mirror, and your whole face lit up.
"Carlos!"
He caught you as you ran to him, lifting you clean off your feet and spinning you around. "Hola, mi amor. Dios, I missed you."
"You saw me four days ago," you laughed, but you were holding him just as tightly.
"Four days too long." He set you down just enough to kiss you properly, cupping your face like you were something precious. Which you were. The most precious thing in his world.
"I'm all sweaty," you protested weakly.
"I don't care. You're perfect." He kissed you again. "How was rehearsal?"
"Exhausting. The new choreography for Act II is brutal."
"Show me?"
You pulled back to look at him. "Carlos, you just got off a fifteen-hour flight."
"And I want to watch you dance. Please?" He gave you his best pleading look—the one you always said was unfair.
You rolled your eyes fondly. "You're ridiculous."
"Ridiculously in love with you, sí." He was completely shameless about it. "Please, cariño? I've been watching race replays for three weeks. I need something beautiful to look at."
"Smooth talker."
"Is it working?"
You kissed his cheek. "It's always working. Go sit."
Carlos settled on the floor, back against the mirror, the biggest smile on his face as you moved to the center of the room. This—coming home to this, to you—was worth every single hour of travel.
The Paddock Teasing
The group chat was absolutely ruthless.
Lando: Guys I just walked past Carlos's driver's room
Lando: He's REWATCHING her performance from last week
Lando: He's literally already seen it live AND watched it twice
Charles: That's actually kind of sweet
Lando: That's INSANE is what it is
Carlos: It's a different recording. Better angle of the fouettés.
Pierre: …
Pierre: You know what fouettés are
Carlos: Obviously? She does 32 of them in a row. It's incredible.
Lando: SIMP
Carlos: The biggest one. Now shut up, this is the best part
What Carlos didn't mention was that he'd already booked flights to see your next three performances, even though one of them was the same day as a sponsor event. The sponsors could wait. You were more important.
Race Weekend - The Interview
"Carlos, great qualifying today. P2 on the grid—you must be pleased?"
"Very pleased, yes. The car felt good, we made some great improvements—"
"Your girlfriend is here this weekend, correct? We spotted her in the garage earlier."
Carlos's entire demeanor changed. He literally brightened. "Yes! She's here. First time she's been able to come this season—her schedule is even more intense than mine, which is saying something."
"She's a principal dancer, right?"
"Principal dancer at Teatro Real," Carlos corrected, with the kind of pride usually reserved for championship wins. "One of the best in the world. She just finished a run of Giselle that had standing ovations every single night."
"You attended those performances?"
"Every single one I could. Flew back to Madrid between Austin and Mexico City just to see the closing night." He said this like it was completely normal and not an absolutely insane travel schedule.
The reporter blinked. "That's... quite the commute for a show."
Carlos looked genuinely confused by the question. "Have you seen her dance? I'd fly twice that distance. She's extraordinary."
The clip went viral immediately.
[motorsport_clips: Carlos Sainz casually admitting he flew 10,000+ miles to watch his gf's ballet performance I'm SOBBING]
Garage Visit
"So you're the prima ballerina."
You turned to find Lando Norris grinning at you like he'd been waiting for this moment.
"I am," you confirmed, shaking his offered hand.
"Thank god you're real. We were starting to think Carlos had made you up."
"I'm very real."
"Good, because he's been insufferable." But Lando was smiling. "It's nice, actually. Never seen him this happy."
Before you could respond, Carlos appeared, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you against his side. "Are you bothering her?"
"I'm being delightful," Lando protested.
"He is," you confirmed, laughing at Carlos's protective stance.
"Hmm." Carlos didn't look convinced, but he relaxed slightly. Then he looked down at you. "Are you comfortable? Do you need anything? Water? Food? I can get you a chair, you shouldn't be standing so much before your performance tomorrow—"
"Carlos." You put a hand on his chest. "I'm fine. I promise."
"You're sure?"
"Completely sure."
Lando made a gagging sound. "This is what I deal with. Constantly."
Post-Race
Carlos finished P3, and the first thing he did—before even going to weigh-in, before the podium, before anything—was find you.
You were waiting with the team, and his face when he saw you made every camera in the vicinity immediately focus on him. He didn't care. He pulled off his helmet, yanked off his balaclava, and made a beeline straight for you.
"Hey, podium finish—" you started, but he was already kissing you, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other at your waist, like you were the prize he'd been racing for.
"Carlos," you laughed against his lips. "You have a podium to get to."
"Don't care. Missed you."
"You saw me an hour ago."
"An hour too long."
Someone from the team was calling his name. He ignored them, kissing you again.
"Carlos Sainz!" It was his engineer now, sounding exasperated but fond. "Weigh-in! Now!"
Carlos pulled back with the deepest sigh. "Fine. But I'm coming right back."
"I'll be here."
"Promise?"
You laughed. "Promise."
He kissed you one more time for good measure, then jogged off to weigh-in, looking back at you twice.
The Flex (Carlos Has No Chill)
Carlos's Instagram that evening was a masterclass in simping.
First post: You in the garage, candid, laughing at something off-camera, the sunset lighting making you glow.
Caption: "Still can't believe she chose to spend her only day off this month watching me drive in circles. Luckiest man alive. 🩰✨"
Second post: A video of you demonstrating a pirouette in the paddock (Lando had dared you), your control and grace making it look effortless.
Caption: "My girlfriend is cooler than yours. Actually, my girlfriend is cooler than me too. 😍"
Third post: You and him at the team dinner, his arm around you, him looking at you like you hung the moon while you laughed at something Charles said.
Caption: "When she smiles like this >>> any podium"
The comments went absolutely feral.
[User1: This man is DOWN HORRENDOUS] [User2: Carlos said I'm gonna SIMP and I'm gonna do it PUBLICLY] [User3: The way he looks at her should be studied by scientists] [F1Gossip: Carlos Sainz continues to set the standard for supportive boyfriends everywhere]
Lando commented: "Mate, you need HELP."
Carlos replied: "I need nothing. I have her."
Quiet Moments
Late that night, back in your Madrid apartment, you were on the bathroom counter in your pajamas, Carlos kneeling on the floor in front of you, carefully icing your feet.
He'd learned the proper technique from your physical therapist, asked a million questions, and taken notes. Your foot care routine was something he took as seriously as his own training regimen.
"You know you don't have to do this every time," you said softly.
Carlos looked up at you like you'd just suggested he stop racing. "Of course I do. You take care of your body so you can dance. This helps. So I'm helping."
"Most boyfriends don't—"
"Most boyfriends aren't dating you." He pressed a gentle kiss to your ankle. "Most boyfriends don't get to watch their girlfriend do the impossible every single day. I'm not most boyfriends."
Your heart melted. "No, you're really not."
He smiled, moving to your other foot. "Your Odette tomorrow is going to be perfect. You're always perfect."
"I'm nervous about the Act II variation."
"The one with all the balances on pointe?"
You blinked. "You know the variations?"
"Cariño, I've watched Swan Lake six times this month alone, preparing for your performance." He said this like it was obvious. "Of course, I know the variations. You'll be brilliant. You're always brilliant."
"What if I'm not?"
Carlos stood, moving between your knees, tilting your chin up to look at him. "Then you'll still be the most incredible dancer I've ever seen. But you will be brilliant. I know you."
You pulled him down for a soft kiss. "I love you."
"I love you more."
"Impossible."
"Want to bet?" His eyes were sparkling now. "Because I flew 10,000 miles between races just to see you dance. I have your entire performance schedule memorized. I literally learned ballet terminology to better understand your work. I think I'm winning."
You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Okay, you might be winning."
"Definitely winning." He kissed you again. "Now, you need to sleep. Big performance tomorrow. Which I will be front row for."
"You bought front row tickets?"
"I bought front row tickets for all eight performances of this run."
"Carlos!"
"What? I want the best view of my girlfriend being extraordinary." He lifted you off the counter, carrying you toward the bedroom. "Now sleep. Doctor's orders."
"You're not a doctor."
"I'm your doctor. Now sleep."
You were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. "Okay, okay."
The Performance
Carlos was indeed front row, in a suit, because he knew you loved it when he dressed up for your performances, holding the biggest bouquet of roses the florist had.
The woman next to him leaned over. "Are you Carlos Sainz?"
"Sí," he confirmed, not taking his eyes off the stage where you were about to appear.
"My daughter loves Formula 1. Could I get a photo after?"
"After the performance, of course." He was already pulling out his phone. "But please, we must be quiet now. She's about to dance."
Then you appeared on stage, and Carlos forgot how to breathe.
He'd seen you perform dozens of times now. It never got old. Every performance felt like the first time—that same awe, that same wonder that someone so talented had chosen him.
During your variation, he didn't blink once. Didn't want to miss a single moment.
When you finished, during the standing ovation, Carlos was the first on his feet, applauding so hard his hands hurt, the proudest smile on his face.
After the Show
You found him at the stage door, still holding those roses, looking at you like you'd just won an Olympic gold medal.
"Cariño," he breathed, pulling you into his arms. "You were... I have no words. You were transcendent."
"Yeah?" You were still high on adrenaline, your cheeks flushed.
"The most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed." He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. "I'm so proud of you I could burst."
"You're biased."
"I'm correct." He handed you the roses. "These don't do you justice, but they're your favorites, so."
You buried your face in the blooms, then looked up at him. "Take me home?"
"Anything you want. Always."
As you walked to the car, Carlos's arm around your shoulders, him still gushing about specific moments from your performance, you couldn't help but smile.
Most people thought the grand gestures were the romance—the flights across the world, the front-row tickets, the public declarations.
But you knew the truth. The real romance was in how he learned your world because he loved you. How he took care of your feet after rehearsals. How he'd memorized your entire season schedule. How he looked at you like you were magic, every single day.
warnings: fluff • time skips • carlos finally getting what’s coming to him • creative liberty with the current f1 season • fake filming schedule • most likely divorce inaccuracies • translation app • possibly a mistake or two.
vicious speaks: WE ARE SO BACK! thank you so much, my lovelies, for your patience and for sticking with me while i sorted this universe out, and took a little detour with the lightning strikes mini series <3 i know a friend of carlos won the baby daddy poll, but i just couldn't get it to work, and went a different route...hope you guys still like it! this series was unintentionally set in 2024, but as of this chapter, it’s taking place in the present year! sorry for any confusion. also, i kinda…forgot to add in sophie and victoria until now 😅 we’re all just gonna pretend like they’ve been lurking in the background. i really hope this chapter was worth the wait!! ♥️😚
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verstappennews Max has revealed his summer break plans in a post-race interview! "Yeah, you know, just head home for a few days, catch up with family. Then i'm flying out to spend the rest of the break with my girlfriend. Really looking forward to it!"
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✦ Doing the hugging each other’s boyfriend prank with your best friend!
❁Carlos, Lando, Kimi
✦ Crack/silly stuff, not really any other sort of warning needed
(This is a work of fiction. Do not take this literally. Do not assume that anything in this fanfic is real. It is just for entertainment. Be kind. If you don’t like it, scroll. Have a nice day<3)
CS55
You and Alex had decided to pull a little prank on Carlos and Charles. An idea you’d both had for a while. Something simple and silly. One day she sent you a video titled ‘Hugging each other’s boyfriends’ and the video was funny.
So of course you had to do it.
Alex and Charles had invited you and Carlos over to hang out at their place. And to spend some time in the pool away from the hot summer sun.
“Y/N! Let’s film something!”
You got out of the pool and she was already standing there with a mischievous smile on her face, phone in hand. “Carlos! Charles! Come on, we want to film something with you!” You called back at the two men, who had been sitting in the water chatting with a couple of beers in hand.
“What is it?” Charles asked.
“A surprise.” You replied, a mischievous smirk of your own on your face.
Charles and Carlos exchanged a curious and slightly concerned look over your head while Alex went over to set up the phone and the audio. You stood next to Charles while she walked over and stood next to Carlos.
3…2…1
You turned and wrapped your arms around Charles, hugging him fully. He went stiff and stared down at you. While you were just laughing. He tried to step back a bit and even gently attempted pulling you off him, you finally let go of him. And turned around to see Alex trying to hug Carlos, who kept backing away from her.
Eventually she cornered him against the edge of the pool. You were laughing and Charles was still processing the trauma you had given him.
Slowly, Carlos raised his hands. “Alex, you know I love and respect you as a friend. But no thank you.” And he let himself fall back into the water.
“You are both evil.” Charles muttered, hugging Alex.
“Very evil.” Carlos agreed.
LN1
You had come up with the idea and sent the video to Lily. She wasn’t really sure when to do it at first but eventually agreed solely on the fact that Oscar would most likely be a pouty mess later. (And you wanted to do it because you knew it would make Lando extra clingy. In other words a win-win situation for the both of you.)
So dinner at yours and Lando’s it was.
A pretty smooth dinner if you’d say so yourself. You cooked, because why would anyone allow Lando Norris near a kitchen? And Lily helped you. The boys would help too but it was mostly just Lando being a distracting dunce (you still love him though!).
After dinner the four of you were in the living room, entertaining some middle of the night shenanigans. (Somehow it was 8 PM, don’t ask.) Lily had already sneakily set up the camera on her phone and kept it hidden, shooting you an “innocent” smile across the room. You nodded, your plan already in motion.
“What are you two up to?” Your boyfriend asked, sneaking behind you to wrap his arms around your waist.
“You’re both awfully quiet.” Oscar echoed Lando’s words.
“Oh nothing.” Lily replied with a soft smile. “Just girl stuff, right Y/N?”
You nodded. “Yep. Girl stuff.”
Both your boyfriends exchanged a look. “I’m not sure if I believe that.” Oscar replied, his face now had a small look of concern on it.
“I second his statement.” Lando piped up.
A few minutes after, you both strike. Lily holds her arms out and hugs Lando, who gives her the world’s most concerned side eye. Meanwhile you run to hug Oscar. But you don’t make it very far. As he slowly steps to the side and gently pushes you to run into the couch.
Which you fall face first into it.
Lily let’s go of Lando and you’re both just laughing. “Your face!” She points at Lando. Meanwhile you’re just losing it with your face buried in your couch cushion.
“Please,” Oscar begins, a small pout on his face, “never do this again.”
“Agreed. Let’s not ever do that again.” Lando mutters, helping you up from the couch and clinging to you.
KA12
You and Alice had this planned for a long time.
Just a harmless prank. Since your boyfriends were also great friends. You wondered what would happen. So why not do it? For funsies of course.
During the winter off season you decided to drag your boyfriends off for a little shopping spree in Italy. Kimi and Ollie gladly holding your bags for you.
You visited a few different stores and mostly did window shopping. Only when you visited the last two stores you went to did you and Alice even buy anything. Then you decided to take a break and dragged your boys off to a nearby park and sat at some benches.
“Let’s film a TikTok!” You proposed. And after a small beat of consideration, Kimi and Ollie agreed.
So Alice set up her phone on the bench while you, Kimi, and Ollie stepped back into frame. You waited another beat for the phone to start recording before you both acted.
Alice turned to hug Kimi, holding her arms out and wrapping them around him. Your boyfriend squirmed and broke free, taking off and running into the distance with Alice running behind him. “It’s just a hug!” She giggled.
Meanwhile you hugged Ollie, who promptly began screeching. He wouldn’t stop. Without a care in the world for the bystanders in the park who saw one girl running after a frightened boy while another girl was hugging a boy who was practically screaming. Just normal everyday things.
“I rebuke you!” Ollie shouted. “I rebuke you! Demon!” And you only let go cause he had made you laugh so bad.
When you were done the four of you sat on the bench. With Ollie hugging Alice and you boyfriend hugging you very tightly.
“You’re both evil for that.” Your boyfriend muttered under his breath.
”But you love us.” You giggled, tapping his nose with your finger.
Hiii I’ve been loving your fics. I was wondering if I could please request a Carlos fic where his little daughter is literally his shadow and is always glued to him and maybe if you’d like to include a wag you could include something about how Rebecca always has a really hard time whenever she needs to take their daughter away from Carlos for example when he has to go race or for like a press/interviews
Like a duckling [CS55]
Summary: Yn hates being separated from her Papá. It's almost like the world is ending for her
Authors Note: Thank you to this user for the lovely request. I hope you alm enjoy this story as much as I do!💙
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The sun is warm but not unbearable, the kind that sits gently on skin and makes everything feel slower, softer. The café terrace is busy in that quiet paddock way. Sunglasses, iced coffees sweating onto saucers, the low hum of conversations mixing languages without anyone really noticing.
Rebecca shifts Yn higher on her hip, pressing a kiss into her daughter’s curls. Yn doesn’t respond.
Normally, this would be her favorite part of the day.
“Mi amor,” Rebecca murmurs softly, brushing her thumb along Yn’s chubby cheek. “Look, Carmen’s here.”
Carmen looks up from her coffee immediately, eyes lighting up. “Hola, princesa,” she says warmly, switching to Spanish without thinking. “¿Quieres venir con tía Carmen?”
Yn usually would. Usually, she’d wriggle free, toddle over, climb straight into Carmen’s lap and chatter away in her mix of toddler Spanish and nonsense sounds. But today, Yn only tightens her grip on Rebecca’s shirt, her little face scrunched into a pout so deep it looks practiced.
Her bottom lip trembles.
Rebecca sighs quietly.
“She’s still upset,” she says apologetically.
Carmen reaches out anyway, gently tickling Yn’s foot. “Ay, pobrecita. Still missing Papá?”
Yn sniffles and buries her face into her mother’s shoulder.
Across the table, Lily leans forward, resting her chin in her hands. “That bad, huh?”
Rebecca lets out a small, helpless laugh. “Carlos went to press half an hour ago. You’d think I dropped her off at boarding school.”
“It’s because she’s literally his shadow,” Kika says fondly, sipping her drink. “I swear, I’ve never seen a child more attached.”
“That’s an understatement,” Rebecca replies.
Yn Sainz, three years old, curly-haired, brown-eyed, stubborn in the exact same way her father is, is not just attached to Carlos. She is glued to him. If Carlos stands, she stands. If he walks, she waddles behind him as fast as her short legs allow. If he sits, she climbs. If he disappears, even for a moment, the world might as well be ending.
Carlos encourages it too much.
He carries her everywhere. On his shoulders through the paddock, balanced on one arm while talking to engineers, perched on his lap during meetings when no one dares to say a word. Yn loves it. Loves being close, loves tangling her fingers in his hair, loves pressing her cheek to his neck and whispering secrets only he is allowed to hear.
Rebecca has learned, over time, that separating them is an emotional operation requiring planning, patience, and usually tissues.
Today was no different.
Carlos had crouched in front of Yn before leaving, holding her tiny hands in his big ones.
“Papá has to go talk for a little bit,” he’d said gently. “I’ll be back, okay?”
Yn’s eyes had immediately filled with tears.
“No,” she’d said firmly, shaking her head. “Papá come.”
“I know, cariño,” Carlos had whispered, pulling her into his chest. “I know.”
Rebecca remembers the way his jaw tightened, the way he’d closed his eyes for a second like physically walking away hurt him. It always does.
Now, sitting at the café, Rebecca feels like she’s carrying half a heartbreak in her arms.
Lily tries next. She slides her chair closer and opens her arms. “Do you want a cuddle with Lily?”
Yn peeks up briefly, eyes red and glassy, considers it, then shakes her head and hides again.
Kika pulls a silly face. Nothing.
Carmen hums a soft Spanish lullaby. Yn sniffles harder.
Rebecca rubs slow circles on her daughter’s back. “She’ll calm down,” she says, though she doesn’t fully believe it. “She just needs time.”
“She’s like a little duckling,” Lily says softly. “Imprinted and everything.”
Rebecca smiles sadly. “Tell me about it.”
Minutes pass. Coffee cools. Conversation continues around them, but Rebecca barely hears it. Yn stays quiet now, not crying, just sulking. The worst kind of sadness. Her arms are locked around her mother’s neck, her head resting heavily against Rebecca’s shoulder like the weight of missing someone is too much for her small body.
Then, suddenly, Yn stiffens.
Rebecca feels it before she sees it.
Yn lifts her head. Her eyes dart past the table, past Carmen, past the street.
“Papá,” Yn breathes.
Rebecca turns.
Carlos is walking toward them.
He’s still in his team polo, sunglasses perched on his head, phone in one hand. He looks tired in that post-press way, shoulders slightly tense, jaw tight, until his eyes land on Yn.
Everything softens instantly.
There is nothing subtle about the way his face changes.
“Hey,” he says, stopping mid-step.
Yn lets out a small gasp, like she’s been holding her breath the entire time.
“Papá!” she squeaks.
Before Rebecca can even react, Yn is wiggling free, practically launching herself out of her arms. She stumbles for half a second, tiny legs moving too fast, and then she’s running.
Carlos drops his phone without caring.
He crouches just in time.
Yn crashes into him, arms flinging around his neck, face burying into his shoulder with a sobby sound that breaks something deep in his chest.
“Hey, hey,” Carlos murmurs instantly, wrapping her up tight. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
Yn clings to him like he might disappear again if she loosens her grip.
“Papá go,” she says shakily.
“I know,” he whispers, pressing his cheek to her hair. “I’m sorry, cariño. Papá’s back now.”
Rebecca watches from her chair, heart aching and melting all at once.
Carlos lifts Yn easily, settling her on his hip. She immediately tucks herself closer, one arm around his neck, the other gripping his shirt like an anchor. Her tears slow, then stop completely, replaced by quiet sniffles and deep, calming breaths.
“Better now,” Carmen says softly, smiling.
Carlos glances up, a sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You didn’t,” Rebecca replies gently. “She’s been like this the whole time.”
Carlos looks down at Yn, thumb brushing under her eye. “That bad, hm?”
Yn nods seriously, her face still pressed into his shoulder.
“My poor girl,” he murmurs.
Rebecca stands and steps closer. “Press went okay?”
He exhales. “Yeah. Same questions, same answers.” He pauses, then adds quietly, “I hated leaving her.”
Rebecca reaches out, resting her hand on Yn’s back. “We know.”
Carlos adjusts his grip, lifting Yn a little higher. She sighs contentedly, like everything is finally back where it belongs.
“I’ll just—” Carlos starts, gesturing vaguely. “I’ll stand here for a bit.”
“No rush,” Lily says with a grin. “Clearly you’re occupied.”
Carlos chuckles softly. “Always.”
Yn peeks up then, eyes still a little puffy, but calmer. She reaches up and gently pulls Carlos’s sunglasses down onto his nose.
“There,” she says, very pleased with herself.
Carlos laughs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Gracias, mi estilista.”
Rebecca watches them, the way Yn mirrors him even in stillness, how her hand rests on his chest exactly where his would if he were holding someone else, how her legs hook around his waist like muscle memory.
She knows there will be many more moments like this. Many more separations, many more reunions that feel just as intense. It’s hard. Sometimes exhausting.
But standing there, watching her husband sway gently with their daughter in his arms, whispering to her in soft Spanish, Rebecca knows one thing for certain.
Summary: Yn, the new driver for a Ferrari, has a ritual before every race. Before the Monaco GP, she finally gets asked about it.
The 2026 season had already earned a reputation for being something special. After Lewis retired at the end of 2025, the world wondered who could ever fill the seat at Ferrari beside Charles. No one expected an eighteen-year-old girl with a sunshine smile, soft voice, and a heart big enough to hold the whole grid.
But Yn did.
And from the first test day in Bahrain, everyone fell in love with her.
She was polite to a fault, the kind of person who thanked mechanics for tightening wheel nuts and apologized to cameras she accidentally bumped into. She brought homemade cookies to the Ferrari garage during pre-season. She called the crew her “big red family.” Charlie practically treated her like a little sister from week one.
But what made fans love her even more was the ritual.
Every single race, right after the national anthem, she would return to her Ferrari, kneel in front of it, place one hand gently on the nose, hold her necklace with the other, bow her head, and whisper something no one could hear. The Ferrari crew always stepped away, forming a loose half-circle around her, guarding the moment like sacred ground.
And somehow, no one ever asked.
Until Monaco.
The press conference room buzzed in that familiar way Monaco always brought—glamour mixed with chaos. Yn sat between Max and George, with Carlos and Fernando on the far side. She looked tiny next to all of them, legs crossed, fingers anxiously playing with the chain of her necklace.
Max leaned over and whispered, “You okay?”
She smiled softly. “A little nervous.”
“Don’t be,” George said reassuringly. “It’s just Monaco. Everyone’s nervous.”
Fernando smirked. “Speak for yourselves, chicos. I am never nervous.”
Carlos elbowed him. “Liar.”
The room laughed, tension easing just as the moderator handed the floor to the first journalist.
Questions came and went—car setups, track evolution, strategy predictions. Yn answered sweetly, always careful, always grateful, always smiling like she didn’t quite believe she deserved to be there.
Then someone raised a hand at the front.
A journalist with a calm voice asked, “Yn, this question is for you. There’s something fans have been curious about. Before every race, you do a ritual. You kneel in front of your car, touch the nose, hold your necklace, and whisper something. Could you share what that means to you?”
The room went very still.
Yn froze. Her eyes widened, and her fingers gripped the necklace slightly. George turned his head toward her. Max’s brows lifted. Carlos and Fernando both leaned in just a bit.
She swallowed.
“Oh… um… that.” She let out a shy breathy laugh, cheeks turning pink. “I didn’t know people noticed it that much.”
“Everyone noticed,” Max said under his breath with a teasing smile.
Yn nudged his arm. “Max…”
“Go on,” George whispered. “Only if you want to.”
Yn nodded, looking down at her hands for a moment before lifting her head.
“It’s… not really anything dramatic,” she said softly. “It’s just… something I’ve done since karting. When I kneel like that, I pray.”
Max blinked. “You pray?”
“Yes.” Yn took another breath. “I pray to… Niki Lauda.”
The room gasped gently.
Fernando’s brows raised in visible surprise. Carlos’ expression softened noticeably.
Yn continued in her quiet voice. “I ask him to watch over all of us. All the drivers. I ask him to keep everyone safe and make sure no one gets hurt.” She fidgeted with the necklace, eyes glimmering. “And sometimes I ask him… if he has a little extra time… to help me get a podium.”
George’s smile melted into something pure and warm. Max leaned back, shaking his head with a soft laugh.
“That’s unbelievably sweet,” Carlos murmured.
Yn shrank. “It’s silly, I know—”
“It’s not silly,” Fernando cut in, surprisingly gentle. “Chica, that’s… that’s beautiful.”
She blushed again, staring down at her hands. “I also… um… I also pray to Senna sometimes.”
Max tilted his head. “Sometimes?”
“When it rains,” she whispered. “I ask him to help Niki watch over everyone. Just extra… extra protection.”
A collective soft “aww” swept the room.
Max couldn’t help it. “You’re actually the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”
Yn hid her face in her hands. “Stop.”
George laughed. “No, he’s right.”
Carlos nodded. “You always do your ritual with so much heart. Now we know why.”
Fernando said, “And now we will all think of it every race. Especially when it rains.”
Yn peeked at them shyly. “No one is allowed to make fun of me.”
Max put a hand dramatically over his chest. “I would never. This is sacred.”
George added, “If anyone makes fun of you, they have to deal with me.”
Carlos chimed in, “And me.”
Fernando snorted. “And me. I am scarier.”
Yn giggled softly, and the room collectively melted at the sound.
The next question turned to someone else, but the moment lingered like a warm glow. Even after the press conference ended, the drivers stayed around her.
As they walked out, Max bumped her shoulder lightly. “You know, if you ever need a podium, you can ask me too.”
“Max…” She laughed. “That’s not how it works.”
“Worth a try.”
George nudged her gently. “You okay? You got quiet.”
“I just…” She shrugged, holding her necklace again. “I didn’t think anyone would ask. It felt… private.”
“They asked because they care,” Carlos said. “And you answered honestly. That’s brave.”
Fernando smirked. “And adorable.”
Yn groaned, covering her face again. “Please stop calling me adorable.”
“You kneeled in front of your car and asked legends to watch over everyone,” Max said. “You’re adorable.”
“Max!”
Carlos raised a finger. “But you’re also a Ferrari driver. A fast one. Never forget that.”
Her cheeks flushed again. “I won’t.”
Race day arrived, and after the anthem, Yn walked back to her Ferrari. Cameras watched from a respectful distance. Fans fell silent. The Ferrari crew stepped back.
She knelt.
One hand reached out to brush the nose of the red car. The other curled around her necklace.
She whispered, barely audible even to herself.
“Watch over us. Keep everyone safe. Please.”
Then, after a heartbeat:
“And… if you can… maybe help me get a podium today. Just if you have time.”
When she stood, she found Max a few meters away, helmet already on. He tapped his chest twice, then pointed at her.
She blinked.
He pointed at the sky.
She realized what he meant.
They’re listening today.
She smiled beneath her balaclava and returned the gesture.
— you've been dating carlos for months now. among busy tours, the upcoming release of a new album, and his own packed schedule of racing, you've managed to keep it all a secret.
that is, until performing your newest song requires someone else to help, and there's no better person than him.
CONTAINS: smau, fem!reader, ib sabrina carpenter juno poses, not quite 18+ but slightly mature, soft launches → hard launch, fluff! sabrina carpenter fc in some pics!
RADIO CHECK: based on this req! finally got around to starting on my requests after finishing that one lando fic. this one's short n' sweet (haha get my ref). sorry for the wait, but it's here now, and i hope you enjoy! <3
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ynln working hard or hardly working??
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tatemcrae hope you're working hard we need that new album babe
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user1 NEW MUSICCC
user2 so gorg
user3 drop this album stat
user4 obssessed with this post
user5 WORLD TOUR WHEN??
user6 she JUST finished her last tour…
user7 do you have a bf
user8 why does that matter?????
user9 surely someone like her has a bf? i mean who wouldn't wanna date her
user10 i bet it's another singer or something. an athlete would be even better.
user11 ugh he just has to be as hot as she is (impossible!!!)
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carlossainz55 📸
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williamsf1official smooth 🌶️
user12 ugh him in that second pic
user13 MEEEOWW
user14 he looks TOO good
user15 carlos sainz i know you have a girlfriend
user16 HOW????
user17 these pics are 100% pics that a girlfriend took. like look at him omg he's got that ‘i have a gf’ glow to him
user18 wtf ya'll just making up bullshit
user19 LETS GOOOO
user20 i predict sainz wdc
user21 don't we all
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ynln work trip
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hudsonwilliams missin my fav party girl
ynln go with someone else i've got important business 🙄
hudsonwilliams define 'important business'
ynln none of yours
user22 LOVEEE
user23 wait what happened to making us new music
ynln quick pit stop i'll be right back soon
user24 pit stop 🤔
user25 YNN WHAT'S WITH ALL THE FOLLOWING F1 STUFF
user26 are you and carlos friends perchance
user27 yn x f1 collab would feed generations i fear
user28 ARE YOU DATING AN F1 DRIVER?? PLEASE SAY YES.
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ynln r&r before the tour
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ynln yes you read that right
user29 TOUR?!?!?!?
user30 HOLY SHIT
alexandramalenaleclerc 😍😍😍
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user31 WHO IS THAT MAN??
user32 WE KNEW YOU HAD A BF
user33 calm down it could just be a friend
user34 BUT WHO COULD IT BE???? OMG.
user35 LOVED juno omg
user36 needdd this tour so bad juno was so good
contains audio ‘juno’ — ynln
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williamsf1official Working hard 🔥 and listening to @/ynln 's new release of course.
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ynln i'll get you guys all front row tickets
williamsf1official Offer accepted 🫡
user37 F1 X YN CROSSOVER??
user38 finally crumbs omg
user39 took them long enough ugh…she followed them ages ago.
user40 building suspense for a collab perhaps???
user41 oh i'd actually faint
user42 carbono my loves
user43 MEOWWW TOO FINE
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carlossainz55 looks good on you
carlossainz55 you would look better in my team kit too
ynln you're gonna dress me head to toe in williams merch?
ynln not very subtle!!
carlossainz55 me coming to your show tonight isn't either baby
ynln oh trust me what i'm about to do at this show will be the opposite of subtle
carlossainz55 what are you doing??
carlossainz55 hello??
carlossainz55 HEY DON'T LEAVE ME ON READ.
williamsf1official Looks amazing! We'll invite you to the paddock next 💙
ynln sounds good!!
alex_albon 55?….
ynln sorry! gotta love the spanish
alex_albon traitor!!!
user44 CARLOS?? 55?? does this mean something…
user45 I'M SO EXCITED UGHHH
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ynln thank you monaco! and thank you to my special helper and boyfriend @/carlossainz55
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carlossainz55 oh you're so welcome baby
ynln 😘
lilymhe wish i was there!!!
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alex_albon CARLOS??
carlossainz55 was just as surprised as you were 🤷🤷🤷 my girlfriend is sexy as hell though and i would do it again
ynln i know you'd do it again
alex_albon tmi please stop it
carlossainz55 😏
williamsf1official Proves our drivers are multi-talented! Racers AND performers.
ynln you wouldn't mind if i stole him for every show do you?
user46 i'm still recovering
user47 HOLY SHITTTTTTT
user48 OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE!!! CARLOS SAINZ OMG
user49 that show was SO hot
user50 sexist ever
user51 tooo jealous you should be mine not his
carlossainz55 was she the one posing on her knees in front of you in front of millions today i think not
ynln ENOUGH 💔💔
user52 GORG.
user53 you and him make so much sense it's perfect.
user54 NOW WE NEED YOU IN THE PADDOCK!!!
ynln i'll be there!!
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carlossainz55 Performance + podium = perfection
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williamsf1official Amazing equation you have there 🌶️🔥
alex_albon heavy on the performance
carlossainz55 heavy on the performance!
user55 YESSSS SAINZ FOR THE WIN
user56 LMFAOO CAPTION
user57 smoothhhh
ynln lovee you ❤️
carlossainz55 i love you more ❤️
carlossainz55 (do another one of those poses on me in your next show)
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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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."
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fan1 omg the duo we never knew we needed???
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fan2 🔥🔥🔥
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