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[moonstoast]

“dear peter” from time is a mother by ocean vuong // rae kolarova // fernando pessoa // ? // the book of martyrdom and artifice: first journals and poems by allen ginsberg // pere llobera // poems 1962-2012 by louise glück // ? // teodor acentowicz // jack kerouac

[whimsywho]

B [bath] with carlos <3

love me some carlito, the love of my life.

also thank u @vamossainz55 for helping me with translations <3

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prompt: so you had a bad day - [ BATH ]: sender runs a hot bath for the receiver after a particularly challenging day.

one of the many things you love most about carlos is his dedication and passion for his job. there isn't anything more attractive than carlos talking about the technical and logistical side of thing. and sure maybe you don't understand the numbers, maybe you can't fully wrap your head around how the aerodynamics work, but it doesn't change the fact that you could listen to carlos talk about it for ages.

and as strong as his mind is, his physical state is no different. even while on break, he wakes up early for a run and still fits in an hour workout after the fact. and the preparation is even more intense leading up to a race weekend. his training leading up to singapore was beyond insane, spending hours just sweating and getting ready for the hot and humid conditions of the city. every day he'd come home, absolutely drenched in sweat and ready for the coldest shower known to man. and then his head hits the pillow to go straight to sleep.

his performance come race day, though lacking in pace, was consistent enough to secure a spot on the bottom step of the podium. but you see how tired he is as he walks up to you and his team to accept the love and congratulations you all have to give. you watch proudly, next to charlotte, but the exhaustion on his face was evident as he accepts his p3 trophy and sprays champagne on his friends.

you give him a quick kiss and leave him with some kind words as you head back to the hotel while he finishes with the press. when he comes back, the color is completely drained from his face. you greet him at the door, and smiles at you tiredly.

"por que no estas dormida?" he asks, dropping his things by the door. why are you not sleeping?

"was waiting for you," you mumble, kissing his cheek.

he chuckles, "i just need five minutes, cinco minutos, then i'll get ready for bed. and then we can sleep. okay?"

you nod and he walks past you and flops on the loveseat by the air conditioning. you watch as he leans back, head falling back as he enjoys the cold air.

"feeling okay?" you ask, eyeing him.

"sí, just tired and sore," he mumbles, eyes still shut.

you don't say anything, watching him for a couple seconds more before you decide to retreat to the bathroom. you run the hot water, filling the tub and adding the hotel body wash to add bubbles. you let it fill just under three-fourths of the way. when you come back outside, carlos is already standing over his luggage, shirt on the floor and pants already unbuttoned and open.

you smile, watching as he pulls out a pair of boxers, before walking over to the bathroom. he looks at you quizzically, tilting his head as he approaches you.

"what are you smiling about?"

you shake your head, "nothing. c'mon." you take his hand and pull him into the bathroom. "i ran you a bath... figured it'll help you relax after the day you've had."

carlos chuckles, lifting your hand to give it a kiss. "eres tan buena conmigo, mi amor." you are so good to me, my love.

"least i can do. i'm so proud of you." you whisper, looking up at him with wide eyes that are filled with love and adoration. he looks down at you, eyes just as bright.

"thank you. now take this off," he plucks at your shirt, "and come join me."

fluff party!

[thesurielships]

awwwww love this

[sainzfilm]

another request… a mclaren girl who was brought to the team by danny x carlos sainz!!!!!!!!!!

pairing: carlos sainz x mclaren pr!reader

a/n: sometimes i just wish i could work in the f1 world. and by sometimes i mean all the time <3 i hope you like this bb! 💝

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“And for the first time in Formula 1, Carlos Sainz is victorious, he wins the British Grand Prix!”

Chills went all over your body as you cheered for Carlos’ first victory in his career. He finally fucking did it.

Making your way through the crowd, you stood near the barricade as Carlos took the podium, looking proud of his achievement. Despite being in a sea of people, he smiled at you and sent you a wink, which caused you to blush.

As you walked back to find Daniel to accompany him for his post-race interviews, Carlos followed shortly after and couldn’t help but look at you as you stood beside his friend. Butterflies erupting in his stomach– how could you stand amongst people and still be the most beautiful woman ever?

When Daniel finished his interview, you gave him a quick hug and congratulated him for his efforts on the race, “Good job, Daniel, today was tough.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” He smiled as he patted your back, “Looks like a certain someone wants your attention.”

Turning around with a frown that was immediately replaced with the biggest smile when you spotted a smiling Carlos, you walked towards him and gave him a hug, “I’m so proud of you! Congratulations, smooth operator.”

“Thank you, cariño,” He grinned as he hugged you back, “It feels crazy. I don’t know how I did it!”

“I always knew you could do it,” You smiled as you patted his shoulder gently, “Carlos Sainz, winner of the British Grand Prix. First of many, huh?”

“I could only hope,” He smiled as he put his hand on your back while walking out the paddock, “I really missed you, you know? Feels like I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“I miss you too,” You sighed as you put your hands in your pockets, “I’ve been thinking about leaving though.”

“Leaving? What do you mean?”

“McLaren. I like my job, but Daniel’s leaving next year,” You frowned as you rambled, “I just- I don’t know. Lando’s got his own PR, so where do I go?”

Carlos stopped walking, turning to you and putting his hands on your shoulders, “To me, cariño.”

“Yeah, obviously, you’re my friend. I really appreciate the support.”

“No, not like that,” He chuckled as he smiled at you, a sparkle in his eye, “Come be my PR. Mine’s about to take off next season for God knows what reason. It’s perfect timing.

“You’re not kidding me, right?”

“Ay, of course not,” He replied while clicking his tongue, “You know how much I missed having you around. Besides, if you were with me so often, I think I could win more.”

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, “You know you don’t have to sugarcoat just so I could take the position.”

“I’m not!” Carlos frowned as he crossed his arms like a kid, “I’m telling the truth.”

Before you could respond, Lando runs up to the two of you and puts his arms around your shoulders and Carlos’, “Hey, hey! What’s up with my two friends?”

“Nothing, just persuading Y/N to come to Ferrari as my PR next year,” Carlos groaned as he stood up straighter.

“What?!” Lando exclaimed as he took his arms away and stood in front of the two of you, “No! She’s a McLaren girl through and through!”

“Please, mate,” Carlos snickered as he shook his head, “Red suits her so much better!”

“You’re wrong,” Lando frowned as he crossed his arms, “She’s gonna be my PR.”

“In your dreams, Lando.”

“Oh god, will the two of you stop it?” You laughed as you brushed your hair back with your fingers, “I’ll go wherever my heart decides for the next season. Okay?”

The two boys grumbled an agreement and nodded before Lando bid his farewell to catch up to George, who passed by.

“So,” Carlos trailed off as he smiled sheepishly, “Can I win your heart?”

Damn it, Carlos. Always so vague with his statements.

“Maybe, red would suit me,” You shrugged as you crossed your arms, “Who knows?”

“Mhm, red would definitely suit you,” Carlos smirked as he took his jacket off and placed it around your shoulders, “See?”

You couldn’t fight the blush that spread on your cheeks as you took in a deep breath of his cologne, “I guess it does.”

“You know what else would suit you?”

Frowning in confusion, you tilted your head and looked at Carlos, “What?”

Carlos smiled as he tapped your nose, “Me.”

bonus scene!

“God, mate, do you always have to be this cheesy?” Charles groaned as he entered Carlos’ driver’s room, “Can’t believe it took you so long to make a move.”

“Ay, shut up, cabrón,” Carlos frowned as he playfully pinched his teammate’s hip quickly before going back to decorating, “It’s her first day here and I want to make sure my girl gets the best welcome.”

Charles laughed as he shook his head, “I’m happy for the two of you, though. New beginnings in both your lives.”

“Hey Car- oh, sorry to interrupt,” You froze in your spot as you held onto your clipboard, “What is all this?”

Carlos and Charles looked at you wide-eyed and smiled awkwardly before throwing confetti over you, “Welcome to Ferrari!”

[thesurielships]

awww making my heart skip a beat and shit

[vamossainz55]

late night drives in Carlos’s ferarri in Spain 🫶🫶

hi anon <3, thank you so much for the request and sorry for how late and overdue this is. i wrote something really really short so i'll add it below here as a drabble xxx

i hope you enjoy <3

The windows are down and your hand is out, breaking through the wind as you watch the city lights become smaller and smaller. You loved nights like these, driving far from the city and singing along to whatever song was put on shuffle from your playlist. 

Carlos is faintly singing along too, completely missing every key, but somehow you still think his voice sounds amazing. He’s nodding his head along to the beat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he adjusts the lights in the car. 

“You should join a singing competition my love,” You tease him, as you always do whenever he sings. He lets out his typical laugh that makes your insides melt and you shift to give his cheek a kiss. 

“I’ll get kicked out the moment I set foot in that audition room and you know it.” He says, giving you a quick glance before looking back at the road. He’s relaxed, leaning back onto his seat as he watches the road in front of him and you can’t help but take a quick picture. 

“Ay, don’t do that.” He says, instantly fixing his hair with one hand. “I wasn’t ready.” And you’re rolling your eyes, smiling down at your phone. 

“Shush, you look good.” You say letting out a soft and relaxed sigh. You were driving without much of a destination really, hoping to find a nice area in the north of Madrid to park up your car to just sit and talk. It was probably your favorite tradition whenever Carlos took you to Madrid. 

You’re fiddling on your phone, looking through your playlist before a smile creeps on your face, already having an idea as to which song you wanted to queue up next. It’s stupid and you feel giddy when the song you’re currently listening to begins to phase out. 

The song doesn’t even play for three seconds before Carlos is letting out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” he says but he’s looking at you again with pure adoration in his eyes. 

“What? It’s an amazing song,” You laugh softly and he takes one hand off the wheel to put on your thigh, unable to stop the face splitting grin he had. You smile and soon snake your fingers between his. 

You’re both singing along to the song, having played it too many times to not know the lyrics. It’s always the best when the chorus starts playing and you always sing it as loud as you can, not caring how red Carlos got every time. 

No need to ask, he's a smooth operator, you both sing along and you can’t help but laugh. He gives your hand a little squeeze before picking it up to give your knuckles gentle kisses. 

Of course it was nice to date a Formula One driver, with all the exclusive events, traveling, but despite the blitz and the glory, these moments with him were always your favorite. 

The cheer he lets out once the song ends has you laughing and your heart swelling. Sometimes you just loved Carlos so much you felt like your heart was going to burst. 

You really wished these moments could last forever.

F1 taglist - @sgkophie @lostinketterdam  @troybolton-14 @panicforspec @storysf1ferrari

[thesurielships]

hahahahah I didn't see the smooth operator coming

please add me to your tag list? ❤️

[vamossainz55]

Moonlight || Carlos Sainz x reader

pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem! Reader

warnings: a lot of angst, eventual smut (some chapters are 18+ pls keep an eye out), vv sad at some points, but some fluff and pureness inbetween.

Summary

It's been almost two years since your break up with Carlos but the memory of him is still fresh in your brain. It was hard for you to forget him when every single time you wanted to watch a race his name was plastered on the screen. A part of you is bitter really, knowing that you had helped him get there.

Instead, you were here, still finishing up your master’s degree in engineering and scrambling to find any internship possible. You had blindly applied to many- some even in the big league.

You didn’t really think much of it- sure Carlos would be around, but it’s not like you would get accepted anyways. And even if you did, you were definitely not giving up your dream in exchange for his, fuck that. 

Fuck. That.

Fuck.

Chapters:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

[thesurielships]

omg a Carlos second chance romance??????? my life is complete

[vamossainz55]

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader | Drabble (1k)

A.N: Small drabble that I wanted to write because I am sleepy but not tired, just fluff really. Hope y'all have as much fun reading it as I did writing it <3 ps. might write more drabbles in the future so feel free to suggest ideas (im also down to do other drivers, i just need inspo really).

warnings: mention of alc (+ drunk carlos) but overall just fluff. love all around really <3.

and btw happy race week <3 (even though carlos has a grid penalty)

Summary: You and Carlos recently started dating and he finally tells you how he really feels. And he's drunk.

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"Come on babe, you're too drunk" The ache in your feet was killing you from the heels that you were wearing, and you knew it was your own fault for picking your black stilettos, but you really didn't expect to be at the party for so long.

It was almost five in the morning- and you and Carlos were at Daniel's house. The Australian driver had decided to throw a big birthday bash for himself- and Daniel didn't take his parties lightly.

He had rented a whole villa in Monaco, offering to fly out whoever was down to come (thankfully for him, most of the boys already lived in Monaco- so he really did only fly a few people over). Not only that, but in classic Daniel style, a party only meant one thing: an open bar with unlimited drinks.

It was hilarious to see all the boys get loose after a few drinks and relax. You had recently gotten together with Carlos so you hadn't met many of his friends- especially the ones in his F1 world. Sure, you had met Lando, Charles, and talked to Checo- but apart from them you usually saw the others on track and you usually did your own thing and stayed at the side. Sure, you had a conversation with some here and there- but they usually looked so tense and focused that most conversations were quite cordial and short.

This night had definitely made it worth the wait though. One thing that Daniel definitely knew how to do was to get people drunk and loose. Your ears were still ringing from Checo and Lewis belting out I Want It That Way, and your dress was still soaked from when Pierre had picked you up and thrown you in the pool before shoving Carlos (a lot more aggressively) to follow you suit. You were also currently witnessing Max with Daniel laying on the ground trying (and miserably failing) to count the number of stars in the sky. Who knew drunk F1 drivers could not count past eight?

Carlos on the other hand was sprawled on the couch with you and Lando who was practically almost sober but also half asleep. He had taken a few shots with you but it was clear that seeing everybody pretty much gone had sobered you both up. "We should go to bed babes, everyone is sleeping," You say softly, trying for what felt like the tenth time to get Carlos off the couch and back to your room. You rubbed his scalp gently before gently playing with a few strands of his hair. You're looking down at him and you can't help but smile fondly at how sleepy he looked. His head was laying on your lap, eyes blinking slowly as the Ferrari driver attempted his best to not yawn.

"Cariño, I'm not sleepy," He says- although fails to prove his point as a yawn racks through his body. He covers his mouth in aims to be polite but he ends up resting it here for a bit as his eyes fall shut.

"Babe," You say with a soft laugh.

"I'm just resting my eyes," He murmurs, but soon you hear him take a deep breath, the ones he usually takes right before he falls asleep.

To Carlos' misery, you're getting up anyways. Your boyfriend groans, murmuring a soft joder before slowly sitting up.

"Vale, vale, vale," He says, stumbling to get up. He struggles to find the balance with the sleep and drinks clouding his judgment so he almost tips over towards Lando. You instantly grab his arm to help him steady and he smiles.

"Sabes que?" He asks before blinking slowly because right, you didn't speak Spanish. "You know what?" He repeats in English.

"Mhm?" You ask, slowly getting his arm to wrap around your shoulder.

"You're so beautiful," He says with a bashful smile.

"Gross Carlos, get a room." Lando quickly comments (and you're surprised he even heard him since he was half asleep), throwing a pillow from where he was sitting. Carlos lets out a dramatic cry before throwing the pillow back to Lando.

"Go to sleep!" He says and you quickly hush him as a few of the others were scattered around the house. Carlos murmurs a sorry before he continues rambling under his breath. You smile to yourself telling Lando goodnight and sleep well before slowly guiding Carlos into your shared room. "Where was I?" He slurred once you placed him on the edge of the bed to sit. You slowly take off your heels before you head to your bag, looking for something to change into.

"I don't know bab-"

"Ah right!" He says, sticking his finger in the air before dramatically laying on his back. "I was saying- you're so beautiful." He sighs out and you try your best to stifle a laugh. "No, no, no," He says before sitting up. He looks you in the eye before pointing at you to prove a point. "You're so so gorgeous. Have you seen yourself?" He asks and this time you have to look away, feeling a heat begin to settle on your cheeks. "How the hell did I get so lucky?" He asks himself out loud.

"I don't know babe, how did you?" You tease, deciding to change into one of Carlos' shirts that were laying on the chair since you were too tired to dig through your bag. You turn around and expect to find Carlos tucked in bed, but instead, you find him in boxers with half his shirt off his body. "I think I'm stuck." He says, shirt wrapped around his head and his arms up in the air.

You bite back a laugh, going to him before helping him out of his shirt. "How did you manage to take off your pants but get stuck with the shirt?" You ask, shaking your head as you help him take it off. "It's time for us to sleep don't you think?" Slowly, you fold it up and put it on the chair, only looking over him when you hear him gasp.

"Oh my god. You're telling me I got to go to bed with you last night and wake up to you this morning and I get to do it again tomorrow?" He asks, eyes wide open and in shock. This time you can't help but laugh at how genuinely surprised he sounds.

"Babe, calm down." You say coming close and standing between his legs. You gently cup his face as you look down at him and lean close, gently rubbing his cheek. "I can't believe I get to sleep next to you tonight and wake up with you next to me still. I'm so lucky to have you." You tell him softly, leaning down to kiss his lips. The kiss is soft and gentle and Carlos wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

"You're so nice- and so kind- and everyone loves you. My parents do, my friends do, everyone just loves you." He says once you've both pulled away. You continue to rub the side of his face soothingly with your thumb. "I want to be the best person I can be- I just want to be someone you deserve."

Your smile softens and you can't help but kiss him again. "You do deserve me babe," You say softly. "You make me the happiest person in the world." It's barely a whisper and your eyes meet Carlos'. He's looking at you and you can feel the mood in the room shift. Suddenly the music outside sounds ten times quieter and you can hear Carlos' breathing and feel his heartbeat through his chest. The moment feels so intimate and you're scared to break it.

"I think I love you," Carlos says back quietly, eyes suddenly shifting down. You feel your stomach do a little swoop as a feeling in your chest swells. "I think I'm in love with you." He says a bit louder this time, before looking up at you. "Is that okay?" He asks, and his brows furrow to create his confused face that you've always found endearing.

You feel your cheeks begin to burn, quickly tinting pink as you look at him, eyes locked with his. The smile on your lips are hurting your cheeks and your heart is beating loud. So loud that you're not quite sure if it was Carlos' or yours all along. "Do you want to know a secret?" You say very quietly, leaning closer to him.

Carlos nods, instantly whispering, "yeah?"

"I love you too," You promise, giving him a kiss before pulling him into bed.

[thesurielships]

your fics are cuteness overload. I can't get enough.

[vamossainz55]

The Card | Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader | Part 2

Summary: Aftermath of part 1, you and Carlos are finally together.

a/n: helloooo, i saw a few people ask for this and i was in the mood of writing something light so here it is!! Also painful to know carlos lost his pole to russell but it is what it is 🥲

tags: just fun vibes really, a bit of sexual tension, swearing and jealous carlos but wholesome all around apart from that <3 [charles also makes a quick appearance]

as always enjoy <3<3

link to part 1 here

summary of part 1: Carlos has been pining for ages and he realizes you’ve been pining for him too (only with Lando’s help of course). 

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Carlos wants to kick himself for waiting so long to say anything to you, he’s laying on the bed, eyes tracing over your figure as you slowly fix the skirt of the red dress you were wearing to the event. Memories from last night are still fresh in his mind. To think he could have been with you like this for longer always baffled him. It had been six months since he had asked you on a date but the moment was still carved in his memory. 

“Oh,” You had answered and Carlos absolutely wanted to shit himself. Had he made the worst mistake in his life? You take your moment to think on what you want to say and he’s terrified. Was this it? Were you going to turn around and leave and never see him ever again? What if you couldn’t be friends anymore after this?

“I mean-” He stuttered, brain scattering for an excuse or a cover-up. He just couldn’t lose you. His mind was looking for something- whatever really, that would help you both move on like nothing had happened.

“Can I kiss you then?” You ask point blank, your face is serious as you look at him and it’s Carlos’ turn to feel a bit thrown off. Because, 

“What?” Carlos asks this time and he’s confused. He feels you lace your fingers with his and you’re suddenly stepping closer. His heart suddenly beats even faster (to a point where he doesn’t think it’s possible. 

“Can I kiss you?” You ask again and you’re so close he can practically count the lashes on your eyes. He’s breathless, looking over your eyes and he swears he can see specs of gold. He can’t even muster up the words so he settles on nodding and before he knows it he’s leaning down to capture your lips in his. 

You both had gone to his hotel room that night, with soft giggles and touches. Nothing had happened really, but you cuddled up to him that evening and fell asleep with his arms wrapped around you. 

The next morning Carlos had woken you up with gentle kisses and a whole itinerary planned for the day. Carlos had asked you on one date but you were pretty sure you went on five that day. He had taken you to brunch in one of his favorite cafés in town (as recommended by Lando of course) and then had taken you for mini golf (since you both knew you were horrible at golf and Carlos did not want any of you to have an injury on your first date). Then it was lunch, which included a quick cooking class for authentic italian dishes and finally you both decided to take it easy and have a nice movie night in the hotel. 

You were surprised that he had planned so much in such little time but you also did remember that he was a well known driver and he probably did have connections here and there. Especially in Italy.  

The best part of the day though? It didn’t feel like a date really, or none of you felt pressured. Sure, you both were sneaking more touches, glances, kisses but it just felt like both of you were with your best friend. Which is why you both really just transitioned into it. There was never an ‘oh we’re dating’ conversation. You were just together (but were you ever really not?). 

“You have that face again,” You interrupt, which snaps Carlos out of the memory. He looks over at you and smiles when he realizes you’re holding out the necklace he had given you for your birthday this year. He gently takes it out of your hands and gets up, watching you turn as you lift your hair up. 

“What face?” He asks despite already knowing what you’re going to say. His eyes are glued to your bare neck, and he can’t help but lean down to give the crook of your neck a gentle kiss. You shiver a bit, feeling his stubble tickle you gently. 

“The one you have when you zone out and smile stupidly.” You say fondly, letting out a soft sigh when he settles for another kiss. “We need to leave soon,” You murmur, although you’re leaning your head a bit to let him pepper more kisses. 

“I know mi amor but you look so good.” He says, fingers already toying with one of the straps on your dress. You bite the inside of your cheek this time, knowing you had to stand your ground. Carlos had been late to the last two Ferrari events and you definitely didn’t want to be late to your first one. 

“Carlos,” You say more firmly and you swear you can almost hear your boyfriend roll his eyes before he pulls away and loops the necklace around your neck. “Gracias,” You say softly before turning and giving his lips another peck. 

You both make it to the event on time (no thanks to Carlos) since you had to get the driver to stop messing with your dress every time he got the chance when you both were finishing up getting ready. His hands are on your lower back as you both go to the bar of the event. 

“Wine please, need it to make these heels bearable.” You tell him with a smile after he asks you what drink you wanted. You trust him to pick which wine for you since he practically knew you like the back of his hand. 

“Why do you look so nervous?” Carlos asks once he’s back. He’s carefully handing you your wine, giving your cheek a gentle kiss, not too sure if it would help with your nerves but in his eyes it was worth the try. 

“My first Ferrari event,” You remind him with a gentle nudge. He lets out a scoff before taking a sip of his drink. 

“Come on, it’s not your first one,” He remembers you had been to one or two before and had met some of the stakeholders and investors but you roll your eyes at that. 

“Fair- but it’s my first one as your, you know.” You say and this time you both blush and let an awkward chuckle. Even though you guys had been together for more than half a year now you both still danced around calling each other girlfriend or boyfriend. It’s not like you weren’t- everyone knew and saw the shift in the relationship but it was more amusing for everyone else to not say anything and watch you both awkwardly laugh and blush at the mention of the word girlfriend and boyfriend. 

“Disgusting,” Charles tsks, soon smiling to you and approaching you first to give you a hug and then going to give Carlos a quick fist bump. “What are you both blushing and smiling about?” He asks. 

“Nothing,” You both answer in unison and Charles needs to take a sip of his drink. “You’re both the same I swear.” He says with an amused smile before looking at Carlos. “Mattia wants us to go talk to some of the big guys.” He says before looking over at you. “Is it okay if I steal him for a bit?” 

“Of course, take him.” You smile before watching him head off, Carlos is already giving you big puppy eyes as he walks away and you stick your tongue out to him discreetly before deciding to sit to the side to wait for a bit. 

You were a bit nervous to be there if you were being honest. It’s not like it was your first time appearing as Carlos’ girlfriend but it kind of was? You had shown up to the paddock quite a few times since you guys had properly gotten together but you both refrained from too much PDA and honestly- it hadn’t changed much from when you were just friends. You were nervous about what the media would say- especially since you had been close with Carlos for years and even from before he had dated Chelsea. 

You’re tracing the rim of your wine glass as you watch Carlos shake one of the men’s hands before you feel a shift next to you. 

“Hey,” You look over and meet eyes with a blonde man. He looks around yours and Carlos’ age and you smile at him politely, shifting and greeting him back. Soon you’re shaking hands and you learn that his name is Caleb. 

“Y/N,” You introduce yourself with a smile, letting go of his hand. You both entertain each other for a bit and you learn that Caleb’s fathers company was looking to sponsor Ferrari and he had tagged along because he had always been into the F1 world. You think the conversation is casual really and you both mainly talk about Carlos, but all of the sudden he laughs at one of your jokes a bit too loud and his hand gently rests on your leg and oh. You don’t even have time to react because you both hear Carlos clearing his throat which makes you both look up from your seat. 

Carlos and Charles are standing by you both now and Charles is wearing and amused smile on his lips whilst Carlos is wearing a tight lipped smile on his face. And was Carlos jealous? 

Caleb doesn’t seem to pick this up because he gets up with a grin, you also slowly get up, giving Charles a look. “Ah the two men of the hour.” He says, extending his hand to shake Charles’ and then Carlos’ hand. You feel for Caleb really, because Carlos really knew how to keep his composure but if anyone knew Carlos they would know he was less than happy to be shaking his hand. 

“I was just telling y/n that you and Charles are my favorite drivers on the grid. It is amazing what you’re doing really-” 

Carlos takes this time to interrupt, “yeah my girlfriend,” He says. Caleb furrows his brows for a second, suddenly noticing the shift in mood. 

“Sorry?" Caleb asks and he looks over to Charles who is clearly unbothered, and more like amused. By the way Charles looked he was clearly enjoying what was unfolding in front of him. You’re about to butt in when Carlos clears his throat.

“Sorry, you were just saying that you were telling y/n, my girlfriend, about?” He asks and this time you’re burning red but Charles can’t help but let out a snort. 

“Oh- your,” Caleb says slowly before he becomes flustered. “Sorry mate, I didn’t know.” He says and it is so sincere that you feel bad for him. Carlos though doesn’t and he takes this moment to shift next to you and wrap his arm around your waist and plant a kiss on your lips. 

“No worries,” He promises. “So I heard about you telling my girlfriend about your company wanting to sponsor Ferrari? What’s your company about?” 

The rest of the night progresses smoothly and Caleb and Carlos end up clicking quite well. You stay glued to Carlos’ side except the few times Charles and you had snuck to get more drinks. It’s almost funny how Carlos takes you around the event once him and Caleb finish up their talk. He makes sure he introduces you to almost everyone, and the word girlfriend is dripping off his tongue. You don’t mention anything until you’re both in the car. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, and as much as you want to scold him for making a fuss you’re grinning from ear to ear as you take off your heels. 

“What?“ He asks, looking at you with his brow raised. You shake your head letting out a sigh before leaning into his side. “I’m fine. why?”

“Nothing,” You say softly before taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers together. He gently lifts your hands and gives your knuckles a few kisses. 

You rest your head on his shoulder as you watch the street pass by. It’s silent for a bit, the only music playing being the radio channel the driver randomly picked. Its when Coldplay starts playing that Carlos finally interrupts the silence. 

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” He confesses and you gently run your thumb over his knuckles before looking over him. 

“Really? I had no idea,” You tease him, making Carlos groan and cover his face with his hand. 

“Was it that obvious?” He asks and you roll your eyes before coming closer to him and pecking his lips. He slowly peeks between his fingers before speaking up. “Can I have another one? I think I deserve one more no?” He asks and you can’t help but comply. 

“I’ve never seen you jealous before,” You say softly humming. “It was kind of hot.” You say with a light laugh, surprised yourself. You never liked it when your exes were jealous- but it was also different, and completely endearing. Your exes were more of the psychotic cut-off your friends jealous type. 

“He was trying to hit on you, I had to stand my ground no?” He tries to defend himself. “Someone needed to tell him you’re my girlfriend.” The word feels normal for him to say now, easy on the tongue. 

“So should I introduce myself as your girlfriend then?” The question comes with a bit of a prideful smile and Carlos furrows his brows, 

“How have you been introducing yourself?” Carlos asks, brows furrowed and you shrug. 

“Like how I always did- your best friend.” You explain before looking at him. “What? It wasn’t really clear when we did that switch. How do you introduce yourself?” You question, 

Carlos thinks for a bit before wearing a sheepish smile. “I guess I also say you’re my best friend,” He says, scratching the back of his head in deep thought. 

“So should I introduce myself as your girlfriend?” You ask this time, eyes shifting to your fingers as you feel him gently play with them.

“I mean you are no?” He asks with a playful tone and you can’t help but laugh. 

“I mean, I don’t know,” You say, dragging your words. “Am I?"

“Eres tonta?” Are you stupid? He asks sweetly and you laugh. “I’d like you to introduce yourself as my girlfriend. I’d be happy, elated even.” He says, pecking your lips between every sentence. “I want the whole world to know you’re mine mi amor.”

"Perfect." You say.

"Perfect." He replies.

a/n i think this is the final part <3 just wanted to wrap it up a bit more than last time.

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taglist (tagging the people that commented on part 1, hope you don't mind hehe): @hungryhungarian @zefireqq @lorelaaiiii

^^^ thanks so much for reading in pt 1 and commenting, really means a lot

[thesurielships]

my heart is full

[vamossainz55]

The Card | Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader

Summary: Carlos has been pining for ages and he realizes you’ve been pining for him too (only with Lando’s help of course). 

a/n: hello! A quick one shot as it is practically 2k words, uhm, it is all fluff really. I have been quite invested in the theme of confessions and I just eat that shit up!! Technically friends to (possibly?) lovers. It is mainly Carlos x Lando though as I decided to take mainly Carlos’ perspective in this so there is really little Carlos x Reader but the whole premise is based off of Carlos x Reader. Thought it would be fun taking the outside perspective. Plus a frustrated Lando and some Carlando friendship??? Let me know if this is weird or not (only if you want to ofc).

link to part 2 here.

Carlos is nervous, pacing around the airport as he fiddles with one of the bracelets he is wearing. It’s actually from you, and he can’t help but stare at it as he walks around, almost bumping into someone as he’s deep in his thoughts. He apologizes before skimpering away, not wanting to get noticed by anybody in the airport. He had invited you to fly out- and he felt a bit bad, because he had said it was an emergency when it really wasn’t one (technically?). He had used his card though so he hoped it would be okay. 

The thing is, you had been friends for years. You had both bumped into each other when you were still in high school and had been attached to the hip ever since. You were his best friend and he was yours, he trusted you with everything and you trusted him. You were the first person he’d always call whenever he had good news, bad news, or even just news, and if he had to make a last phone call, deep down he knew he’d type your number into his phone. Despite that- you both were just best friends. Carlos thought that- and he did for a really long time. 

It was pretty funny (or a bit annoying really,) the way he had realized how he really felt about you because it wasn’t something he came to conclusion himself. It was Lando actually. 

Lando and him had been sitting in the hotel room, Carlos having decided to crash Lando’s since he was bored and wanted to chill with somebody. They had been talking for a while, Carlos trying to give Lando advice on a girl he was interested in, but soon the conversation had shifted to himself. 

“So mate, what about you and your dating life?” Lando had asked, nudging his foot against Carlos’ leg to make him look at him. Carlos glances over at him and shrugs. 

“What about it?” He asks, because nothing was going on really and he didn’t have much to talk about. 

“I don’t know, ever since you broke up with Chelsea you haven’t really dated much.” Lando explains with a glint in his eyes. It looks like he’s up to something but Carlos can’t really decipher where Lando was heading to. He decides to entertain it for a bit. 

“Not really interested in anybody right now. I was dating Chelsea for a while on and off so,” Carlos starts but his sentence doesn’t really go anywhere. He thinks for a bit, looking up at the ceiling. He doesn’t really know why he hasn’t been dating or trying to see anybody. Chelsea and him had broken up almost two years ago and he was pretty sure he was over it already. “I just haven’t met anybody new.” He settles with, although it is a weak excuse and he can tell that by the way Lando rolls his eyes. 

He’s ready for a quick quip from Lando, telling him that he had to get out there to meet new people but Lando says otherwise. “You know, it doesn’t need to be someone new.” Lando says slowly as if to let Carlos process the information. 

“Mate- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Carlos says, starting to get confused. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a heavy sigh. Did they really have to talk about this? It was making him a bit nervous. 

“What about y/n?” It’s a question that Carlos doesn’t expect to hear. Especially from Lando. 

“Huh?” He blurts out, looking at Lando in shock. “What about y/n?” He repeats and it’s Lando’s turn to roll his eyes.

“God- you’re practically in love with her Carlos.” Lando says, almost deadpan and Carlos looks over Lando’s face, trying to read any sign that the kid is joking. He huffs and lays back down on the headboard of the bed, looking straight ahead of him to the wall.

“You’re ridiculous, we are just friends.” Carlos says. It doesn’t come off as firm as he wants it to, because the moment he says it out loud there is a small bitter taste on his tongue that makes him press his lips together. He keeps looking forward though, refusing to meet Lando’s eyes. 

“Friends, mhm.” Lando says and Carlos can’t help but glance a bit towards Lando. “Because you definitely are with a friend when you’re cuddling on the couch with her, or when you’re chasing her around like a lost puppy whenever a race doesn’t go your way. And let’s not talk about the way you longingly look at her when she pulls away from a hug or goes to talk to me or any of the other guys, or when you practically have hearts for eyes when she’s just around and just breathing.” Lando says, and he sounds a bit exasperated, making Carlos realize that he had been probably holding this one back for a while. 

Carlos is about to argue back when Lando continues, his voice a bit softer this time though, realizing how defensive Carlos was already looking. “And, Carlos, do you realize how mopey you get when she leaves. You’re practically useless for the next two days. And once she’s gone for long enough, it’s always ‘Oh y/n this, oh y/n that,’” He says before taking a deep breath and letting it out. “Carlos- are you ever not thinking about her?” Lando asks. 

Throughout Lando’s speech Carlos had gotten quiet, staring at Lando with slightly wide eyes and Lando can almost see the cogs in Carlos’ brain trying to turn and twist and put everything in place and that’s when Lando really realizes. “Oh wow. You really had no clue huh?” He asks. 

Carlos swallows thickly, looking down for a bit before looking at Lando. “I mean,” He hesitates for a bit. It had crossed his mind a few times but he was scared that saying it out loud would have been too real. “I’ve thought about it- you know, but- what if she doesn’t feel the same way?” 

Lando laughs, like he laughs laughs and Carlos is a bit startled. Lando looks at him, shaking his head. “Sorry, sorry. That was rude.” He says, grinning. “But she’s practically head over heels with you too.” He says and Carlos raises one of his brows. Because, what?

“Sure she’s your best friend Carlos, but she drops everything for you. And I mean everything. Do you remember that time you had a fever and she canceled a date for you? Just to come over and make you soup?” Lando says, brain racking for any other example he had. “Or the time you were upset about the crash so she stayed an extra day with you, even though you told her not to, so she had to take a flight the day before her big important meeting?” Lando says looking over Carlos. “Also I’m not even getting into detail but the tension you guys radiate off each other is sometimes even disgusting.” Lando says and he chuckles when he notices Carlos go instantly red. 

“There’s no tension,” Carlos says, although he looks over Lando curiously, kind of tempted to hear about what he had to say. Sure he had felt some tension sometimes but he always blamed the adrenaline, alcohol, or just if he was in one of those moods. But regardless, he always felt like it was one sided. 

“I am not getting into that Carlos. I know you know.” Lando says. “But you can literally ask anyone in the paddock that has seen you two together. I’ve gotten questions if you guys were dating- but I’ve gotten questions if you guys were,” he raises his brows for this, not wanting to finish the statement. 

“Okay. Quiet.” Carlos says, looking away, because it's too much this time. The thought of others picking it up before him- or the fact that it was so visible, it was shocking. “Mierda- okay.” He says, trying to process all the information.

“Why hasn’t she brought it up?” Carlos groans, and Lando snickers a bit. 

“I’m pretty sure you’re both the same mate. Stupid and clueless.” He says, wearing a smug smile on his face. He didn’t need a confirmation from Carlos to know it had gotten through and he felt a feeling of satisfaction and relief settle in his chest. “So? Are you gonna bring it up?” Lando asks (although he’s already ready to argue if it isn’t the answer he wants to hear).

“Yeah- I am. Fuck- I have to no?” Carlos says, running his hand through his hair. He thinks about when, knowing you were going to come next week to the race. “I think I’m gonna tell her when she comes next…” His mind trails. “Fuck- she has a date tonight though.” Carlos says, looking at Lando. 

“Then call her.” Lando says to which Carlos instantly shakes his head. 

“No- I do not want to have a conversation with her through the phone.” he says. 

“No Carlos, call her, tell her to come.” He says, looking over Carlos. “Use the card.” 

He thinks about it for a bit, soon taking in a sharp breath. “I think I should do it. Joder. Okay- ’m using the card.” Carlos says. It’s a little selfish but he thinks being selfish right now is okay. 

He calls you and it doesn’t even have to ring twice before you pick up. “Hey, what’s up?” You ask and he doesn’t hesitate for a second.

“It’s an emergency. Can you come please?” 

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That’s how you show up to the airport, with a small carry on bag and a backpack slung over your shoulder. You were grateful your boss was really flexible and you could work from almost anywhere. Sure, you had missed a date- but your friend had forced you to say yes anyways and now the only thing in your mind was Carlos. Was everything okay? He never asked you to come like that, especially out of nowhere. 

He spots you exiting the gate, thankfully it's quite late by now since you had to take a later flight and there aren’t many people in the airport. He’s wearing a hoodie with the hood over his head in hopes that it was good enough of a disguise. It’s not really like anybodys expecting a professional race car driver to be randomly in the airport at almost 2am. As soon as you spot him he’s waving you over. 

“Thank god you’re in one piece.” You say once you rush towards him. You wrap your arms around him quickly, giving him a hug. He holds you there a bit longer than usual and you can’t help but take a deep breath. He’s so warm and soft as always and there’s a small pull at your heart so you nuzzle your face a bit closer. You missed him- and he smelled like home. “Is everything okay?” You ask, and it takes all your will to pull away. You hold his hands gently and step back to stretch him out a bit, and Carlos couldn’t help but laugh, knowing how you were really checking if he was in one piece or not. He takes this opportunity to squeeze your hands to catch your attention. 

“Yeah?” You ask, eyes shifting to his face. It’s clear that you’re worried but the soft smile on his face relaxes you a little. And it takes you a second to realize, yeah he had used his card. 

“What Carlos? You missed me?” You ask with a small smile yourself.

Carlos shakes his head for a second before laughing softly. All the nerves he had were suddenly gone. Seeing you there in front of him with the dimpled smile you only had for him let him know it was going to go just fine. 

“No, well yes. Yeah I did. I always do” Carlos says softly, his heart is still beating fast but his mind is calm. “I actually wanted to ask you something.” He takes his time. He had had a whole speech in his head, but now nothing was coming to mind. He decides to go simple, because why the fuck not? He takes a deep breath and squeezes your hands once more.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” 

a/n: and that’s all folks! Thinking of making a part 2 of their first date but if anything I would leave it at that afterwards. Don’t know if its worth it or not since it was a quick something I decided to write. Hope you enjoyed it. All the love as always <3.

To explain the title and the ending, the ‘card’ that they have in this case is once a year if they really really miss each other, they can call each other and say it’s an emergency when there is none really. (The point is they have to drop whatever they had planned before and go to the other).

Update: part 2 here

[thesurielships]

my hearttttt

[wolf-na]

Amazing — Carlos Sainz Jr (part 2)

PART ONE

summary : in which carlos always gets shy around you and it kills you on the inside.

A/N : thank you so so much for all the love on the first part, i didn’t think you all would like it this much! i’m soooo sorry it took so long to update, i just got caught up with work :( a third part is on the way so, again, hit those comments if you wanna be tagged in the next part!

You dropped all the grocery bags on the large kitchen table and sighed in frustration, “I can’t believe that this is the start of my summer break…”

Your mother discreetly chuckled, “Por favor, could you go get the—”

“Nope!” you interrupted, “I ran errands for two days straight, I actually have somewhere to be,” you checked your phone and gasped at the clock, “And if I don’t leave now, I’m going to be late!”

You grabbed your bag and rolled your eyes at your mother and sisters snickering at your frantic behavior as the youngest one wiggled her eyebrows, “You’re meeting the guy you’ve been texting 24/7?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you deadpanned before walking out and slamming the door.

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[wolf-na]

Amazing — Carlos Sainz Jr. (part 1)

PART TWO

summary : in which carlos always gets shy around you and it kills you on the inside.

author’s note : a little bit of love for our favorite spaniard because it’s difficult to find some stories about him. be ready for some fluff (+ charles and pierre acting like brothers) pleaaaase comment or message me if you want to be tagged in part two!!! hope you guys will enjoy!!

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Awwww this is so cuuute. Made me giddy and everything ❤️❤️

[lxclerc]

𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐜𝐬𝟓𝟓

SUMMARY: where charles regrets introducing his sister to his teammate or the leclerc brothers are cockblocks WARNING: fluff, SMUT, 18+, age gap (reader is 23, carlos is 27), oral (both m and f), the leclerc siblings basically sharing one brain cell PAIRING: leclerc!sister x carlos sainz REQUEST: “can I request a Carlos Sainz smut imagine??” WORD COUNT: 3.5k

NOTE: since it’s carlos’ birthday, i thought it’s finally time to write something for him

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The moment Charles saw the look in your face as you reached to shake Carlos' hand, he knew he messed up. Despite being a year older than you, Charles has never been the overprotective type. He leaves all that to Enzo. More often than not, he encourages you to meet new people, go on that date with that nice guy from your chem 101 class. It's when they mess up that Charles is the first to throw in a punch. 

That being said, he isn't particularly happy with the idea of you dating his teammate. It's not that he doesn't trust you and Carlos because he does but statistically, most relationships in our lifetimes fail. There are bigger chances of you and Carlos not working out than you did living happily ever after. 

And when Carlos’ face lit up as he shook your hand, Charles felt as though he's watching a crash happen. 

“Pleasure is all mine, Hermosa,” Carlos says kindly, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks. At that moment, Carlos thought you're the most beautiful being to exist, everyone else around you becoming background noise as he focussed his attention on you. 

Meeting your eyes, it feels as though something clicked in place. It sounded cliche and overused but he could have sworn that everything suddenly felt a little brighter the moment you stepped into his life. 

Charles looked back and forth between the two of you, resisting the urge to groan at the sudden brightness in Carlos’ eyes and the sudden redness of your cheeks. Introducing the two of you was definitely his worst mistake. 

It didn't take long for you to suddenly keep appearing in the paddock more than usual. Charles is happy to have you around, of course, along with Arthur and Lorenzo but he found it odd how you're suddenly able to make time to jump from plane to plane just to show support. 

However, he's quick to piece together the reason for your sudden interest in the sport when you climbed in the ferrari private plane, summer dress on and barely glancing at him as you crashed straight into Carlos’ chest. Your attempt at a ‘friendly hug’ that lasted longer than it should had him scoffing along with the wide smile the two of you are sporting.

“Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici ?” Arthur asked from beside Charles, surely already thinking about the thousand ways he can tease you of your obvious new crush. What’s going on there?

“C'est de ma faute,” Charles muttered under his breath as he watched Carlos reach over to tuck in a strand of your hair that fell to your face. My fault.

“Enzo ne sera pas content,” Arthur said with a mischievous grin, obviously finding amusement in the situation you're all currently in. Enzo won't be happy.

Enzo, the eldest of the four of you, has taken it upon himself to always be protecting his siblings, especifically you and Arthur. He can be overprotective, especially the guys you date, having been tasked more than once with picking up the broken shards of your heart after some guy callously broke it.

“Oi, Y/N!” Charles calls with clear irritation in his voice, breaking you and Carlos from the little bubble you've created, clearly having forgotten about everyone else. “Greet your brothers too, why don't you?” 

“We haven't seen you for a month and you don't even notice us!” Arthur childishly whines, making you roll your eyes as you give Carlos another smile before moving towards your brothers.

 “Je t'ai vu hier, Arthur,” you say, a little bit of accusation in your voice. I saw you yesterday, Arthur.

Arthur pouts but the teasing glint in his eyes is obvious. “Yes and I've missed you since.” 

You roll your eyes again as you envelop Charles in a hug, reaching behind him to lightly smack the back of your youngest brother’s head. 

“I'm going to tell maman.” 

“Cry me a river, you big baby,” you say, your french accent jumping out. 

Finally, Lorenzo enters the plane just as you and Arthur are beginning to bicker, Charles completely relaxed between you two, already used to it. Lorenzo sighs. It's always the two of you giving him a headache. 

“Y/N, s'asseoir. Nous sommes sur le point de décoller,” Lorenzo orders in an attempt to stop you both before you really get at it. Y/N, sit. We're about to take off.

Instead of listening, you only cross your arms over your chest. “I'm not sitting next to Arthur.” 

“Cry me a river, you big baby,” Arthur mocks childishly, causing a sigh from Enzo, Charles still completely unbothered in between the brewing chaos between the two youngest. Growing up, it's always been like this. You and Arthur bickering back and forth, Enzo trying to keep you both in line and Charles unbothered and used to it all. 

However, before Enzo can propose a solution, you've already turned your back on them, walking back to where Carlos sat with his trainer, occupying the free seat next to the Spaniard as a smile breaks into your face, Carlos quickly putting his phone down in order to give you his full attention. 

“When did that happen?” The oldest asked, causing a frown and Charles could feel himself shrinking in his seat. 

Charles’ regret with introducing the two of you finally reached an all time high during the holiday break. You've been cooped up in your apartment for days, claiming the heavy load of school work you're going through to be the reason. 

Charles had no suspicions. He had no reason to not believe you and so when he drove over to your place with a pint of your favorite ice cream in hand with the purpose of inviting you to join him and the rest of your friends in his yacht, he genuinely thought he was doing a nice thing. 

He missed his family and he wanted to spend quality time with you guys before flying to Belgium in three weeks but his good mood was instantly ruined when he knocked on your door and it wasn't you who answered. 

“Carlos?!” Charles asked, shocked and confused at seeing the Spaniard before him in Monaco, much less a very much topless one. As far as he knew, the rest of the other drivers are taking advantage of the break to spend time with their families so what’s Carlos doing in your apartment? 

And then it became clear from the guilty look on Carlos’ face along with the purple marks all over his chest and neck and Charles let out a long groan as he pushed past his teammate into your apartment. “Y/N!”

Finally, you emerge from your bedroom, hair messy and skin all blotchy with matching love bites, wearing a too big shirt that definitely doesn't belong to you. “Charles! Tu ne m'as pas dit que tu venais.” You didn't tell me you were coming over.

Your attempt at playing dumb had him rolling his eyes as he points at a sheepish looking Carlos. “Explain yourself.”

“It isn't what it looks like,” you start before faltering, eyes switching between your brother and the man you had been on your knees for mere seconds ago. You can still taste his cum on your tongue. “Okay, nevermind that, it's definitely what it looks like.” 

“Mate–” Carlos starts but Charles holds a finger up to stop him, sitting himself down on your couch. 

“Give me a moment,” he says, mind spinning. Charles had never been the overprotective type but all he can think about is that Carlos is going to break your heart and Charles will have to kill him and there goes years of friendship down the drain. 

“Here.” You offer him a glass of water. “We didn't mean to but we’ve liked each other for weeks and it just happened—”

“Stop,” Charles groans, not wanting to know the details of your relationship. 

For a moment, silence envelops the three of you as Charles tries to gather his thoughts. He watched as you and Carlos slowly gravitated towards each other, finding yourself on the other side of the couch, legs pressed against each other’s and Carlos’ hand situating itself on your bare thigh. 

Charles groans again. “I shouldn't have introduced you and now Enzo is going to kill me.”

The pure fear in your eyes almost worried Carlos if he didn’t already know that you and your brothers seem to share the same wavelength that consist of making each other lives the hardest it can be for giggles and laughs.

“No wait!” You say immediately, sitting next to Charles. “Parlons-en, Charles. Je vais lui dire. Ne le dis à personne. Especially not Arthur!” Let’s talk about this, Charles. I’ll tell him. Don’t tell anyone anything.

You already know that Enzo will freak out and Arthur will make your life a living hell by teasing you and quite frankly, you don’t want to put yourself or Carlos through that. 

“Je n'aurais pas dû vous présenter tous les deux !” Charles exclaimed before facing Carlos, unknowingly switching to italian. “E tu, Carlos! Mia sorella, davvero? Non potevi scegliere letteralmente qualcun altro?” I shouldn’t have introduced the two of you! … and you, carlos! My sister, really? You couldn’t have chosen literally anyone else?

“Mate, non volevo che accadesse! Non ho mai voluto mancarti di rispetto, ma abbiamo–” I didn’t mean for it to happen. I never want to disrespect you but we’ve–

“Aye! Aye!” Charles interrupts, covering his ears like a toddler. “I don’t want to know anything about your relationship with my sister, mate!” 

The switch in languages is giving you a whiplash as the two men seem to be speaking a thousand miles per hour, barely giving you time to catch up considering you’re not as fluent in italian as the two of them.

“Charles, stop acting like a toddler!” You exclaim finally, throwing your hands up in frustration the way that Carlos often teases you. “Je suis un adulte et je peux prendre mes propres décisions. Je peux sortir avec qui je veux sans ta permission ! Si vous avez un problème avec ça, vous pouvez vous le mettre au cul.” I am an adult and I can make my own decisions. I can date whoever I want without your permission! If you have a problem with it then you can shove it right up your ass.

With your outburst, Charles and Carlos both found themselves frozen in place. Charles because he hasn’t seen you that angry since secondary school when Arthur pranked you by dumping slime on your homework and Carlos because, well because he found you rambling in french to be an extremely attractive sight. 

Charles rolls his eyes but knows that you’re right either way. “Fine. I won’t tell anyone.” 

A small smile finally broke into your face as you reached towards him and enveloped him in your arms, causing Charles to roll his eyes for the second time as he couldn't help but return the hug. 

“But please–”

“Charles,” you interrupt before he can say anything else that will annoy you. “That’s the end of the conversation and it’s your cue to leave.”

Charles looks like he wants to object but thinks better of it as he plants a kiss on your cheek before exiting your apartment, leaving you and Carlos shell shocked. Finally, you stand up and walk over to your lover, arms snaking around his neck and his placing on your hips as you go on your tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on his lips, forcing him to look down at you. 

“I think that went well, no?” You grin and Carlos can’t help but lean into your touch, pulling you closer to his body.

“I think we traumatized him.” 

You grin wider, already dragging him to the bedroom

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You and Carlos had woken up from the monte carlo sun blinding you through your window, wrapped around in each other as you dread bringing him to the airport to spend the next two weeks of his holiday break with his family with the promise of returning for the last week in order for you to introduce him to yours.

“I don’t want to leave,” he muttered against your skin, laying between your legs and head on your chest. His hold on you is tight as your fingers absentmindedly play with his hair.

“You have to,” you tell him. “You miss your family and you should spend time with them.”

You dread the next two weeks, having received a text from Charles that he’s going to be dragging you around with all of his plans along with your brothers. He calls it spending quality sibling time, you call it trapping you so they can grill you about your love life.

Carlos climbs from your chest so he’s hovering over you, lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. “Te amo.”

You smile softly as you cup his cheeks between your palms, guiding his lips on yours. “Je t'aime.” 

Carlos grins into the kiss before slipping his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth. “Show me how much.” 

In all honesty, with every new layer you uncover of your lover, you’re left in even more awe than the last time. He always finds some way to be touching you, so much so that you’re quite surprised it took Charles this long to figure out your relationship. Carlos is so soft, loving you so gently. He’s sweet and considerate, always knowing what you need before you even say it. 

But when you’re in bed, there’s a different side of Carlos, someone who likes being in charge, being in control. Someone who demands you scream his name as loud as you can and would have you begging for release only to finally give it to you and have your legs shaking till you’re begging him to stop. 

You were in the process of climbing down from his neck as you unbuttoned his pants when you heard it, immediately making Carlos halt your movements. 

“Y/N!” You heard the voice of your little brother, throwing your front door open. “Qu'est-ce que j'entends de la part de Charles, que tu sors avec un certain pilote espagnol de Ferrari ?” What's this I'm hearing from Charles that you're dating a certain spanish ferrari driver?

You groan, pulling yourself up as Carlos’ hard on immediately softens at the sound of your brother’s voice. “I’m going to kill Charles.” 

Carlos laughs as you fall back into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. “You have way too many brothers.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh as you finally pulled yourself up, pulling him along with you as you threw a hoodie in his direction. You can’t find it in you to be ashamed as you watch his back muscles flex and stretch as he pulls the hoodie over his head. 

“Like what you see, Corazón?” He teases and you playfully roll your eyes.

“I’d like it more if I were on my knees right now sucking your dick.”

At that exact moment, Arthur comes barging into your bedroom, thankfully not having heard your statement as he all but throws himself at your bed, throwing a weird glance at Carlos’ extremely reddening face.

Facing your brother, you give him your best stern look. Charles and Enzo may get to boss you around but you are still older than Arthur by a good two years. You’re well within your rights to be mean to him whenever you see fit.

“Arthur!” You start. “I gave you a spare key in case of an emergency, not so you can come into my home anytime you want.” 

“This is an emergency.” He sounds so much like a whiny child that you have half a mind to throw your slippers at him. “I wanted to see if what Charles said was true. I can’t believe you actually got yourself a boyfriend!” 

“I’m going to kill Charles,” you repeat, Carlos planting a kiss on your temple as he continues on to the shower, leaving you to deal with the youngest Leclerc. “And what do you mean by that, you idiot?” 

“Well, I mean you look a bit like a troll–”

This time, you actually throw your slipper at him. 

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You squirm as Carlos’ finger circles your clit, his lips attacking your neck. 

“Doing so good for me, Amor,” he whispers against your skin. “Doing so good keeping quiet.”

“Carlos,” you whine out, squirming on his lap in an attempt to get his finger to move. “Please.”

“What do you want, baby?” He asked, the callus pad of his finger feeling like heaven against your most sensitive area. 

“Please touch me,” you beg, already breathless. “Please, please.”

You can feel the imprint of his mischievous grin as he kisses along your neck to your shoulder. “I am touching you, Amor.” 

God, you both love and hate it when he gets like this. “More. More please.” 

His driver room is tiny and so your heavy pants bounce against the walls and you’re sure you sound pathetic begging for his touch but he hasn’t touched you since he left you in monte carlo that first week of his holiday break and quite frankly, you’re desperate for some sort of relief.

Carlos nibbles at the sensitive skin on your neck, making you release a moan that you desperately tried to hold in. “Alright, honey, since you’re being such a good girl letting me use you like this.”

Finally, finally, his finger slips inside your folds, giving you relief as you throw your head back, your legs turning jelly and Carlos being the one holding you up as you become puny in his hold. You bite your lip in an attempt to hold in your moans as his finger starts moving faster. 

“So filthy,” Carlos whispers in your ear as the squelching sound of his finger thrusting inside your cunt vibrates around the small area. “So filthy for me.”

“Hmm,” you agree, head thrown back as you begin feeling your high approaching, the feeling intensifying as Carlos adds in another finger. Your climax is right within your reach as your legs shake, hands gripping Carlos’ thigh that you’re sure your nails would leave an imprint on his skin. 

Yet just as you’re about to spasm, you both hear insistent knocks on Carlos’ door, your eyes flying open at the intrusion. 

Carlos keeps his fingers buried deep inside you, movements not ceasing as he speaks up. “Who is it?” 

You’re honestly amazed at how even his voice is while you feel as though you’re about to fall apart, having moved your head so you’re biting on his shoulder in an attempt to keep yourself quiet, something that Carlos barely flinched at. 

“It’s Lorenzo,” came your eldest brother’s voice and just like that, the moment was broken and Carlos immediately pulled his fingers out of you. 

You feel like you’ve been robbed, your climax so close yet now so far as Carlos very easily removes you from his lap, making sure your clothes are perfectly back in place, wiping his hand on a nearby face towel and spraying some alcohol on his palms before he opens the door with the biggest smile on his face as though he hadn’t just been finger fucking you seconds ago.

For a moment, you sat stunned. A few seconds ago, you were coming undone with your boyfriend’s fingers deep inside you and now said boyfriend is smiling at your older brother as if Lorenzo had cured cancer itself. You know he’s been desperate to earn your family’s respect ever since you two went public but goddamn it couldn’t he have let you finish first?

“Maman is insisting on a dinner to cheer Charles up and celebrate Carlos’ podium,” said your brother. “We’ve been waiting for the two of you for ages.”

“Actually, can we—” you start but your boyfriend gives you a pointed look before he interrupts.

“We’ll be there in a second,” Carlos said calmly. “Let me just change out of my race suit.”

You’re on your boyfriend as soon as the door closes, glaring at him. “That’s extremely rude.”

Carlos grins as he pulls you towards him in order to connect your lips. “I’ll take care of you later, Amor.”

Carlos does not, in fact, take care of you later. It isn’t his fault. The next couple of days were extremely hectic with ferrari working overtime to catch up with red bull and you barely got any moment alone with him apart to sleep. 

You understand, really, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t felt extremely on edge the entire time. It’s like the cruelest game of teasing and never getting to cum. And frankly, you blame your brothers entirely for your predicament. 

“Charlotte, I’m telling you it’s like they’re determined to make sure I don’t have a sex life!” You complain over the phone. “Ils continuent à apparaître de nulle part ! Je suis sur le point d'embrasser Carlos ? Oh, voilà Charles ! Je suis assis sur les genoux de Carlos ? Enzo frappe à la porte ! Je veux descendre sur mon petit ami ? Il y a Arthur !” They keep appearing out of nowhere! I'm about to kiss Carlos? Oh there's Charles! I'm sat on carlos' lap? Enzo's knocking on the door! I want to go down on my boyfriend? There's Arthur!

On the other side, Charlotte laughs loudly at your misery and if you weren’t so frustrated, you’d find it in yourself to be embarrassed but you haven’t been this sexually frustrated since you were a teenager and everytime Carlos even mildly touches you, it’s like your body goes on an overdrive and you’re ready to get down on your knees for him. Unfortunately for you, your brothers seem to be everywhere. One always seems to be tailing you around. 

You suddenly agree with Carlos that you have way too many brothers because this is just ridiculous at this point. 

“Ils ne le font sûrement pas exprès,” Charlotte says, trying to calm you down. Surely they don't mean to do it on purpose.

“I don’t care,” you pout again. You so badly want to jump his bones that you almost feel like a pervert. “I just need them to leave me alone for an hour so I can actually spend time with my boyfriend. Can’t you just steal Charles for the day so I can lock Arthur and Lorenzo somewhere?”

Charlotte laughs again. “I’ll be there by tomorrow and I definitely wouldn’t mind a day alone with Charles.”

“Yes please, I’d kiss you on the spot!” 

Finally, Carlos and Charles arrive and you end your call with Charlotte in favor of spending time with your boyfriend, removing the armrest between the two of you so you can place your head against his shoulder. 

“Mon amour, you are cruel,” you whisper against his ear, making sure no one else can hear. 

At your words, Carlos’ eyes darkened a bit. “Trust me, Corazón, I’d love to fuck you silly too.”

Very much like you, Carlos too is struggling with the multiple interruptions as is now becoming apparent to you considering that your boyfriend barely uses such dirty words outside the bedroom. He needed you and he’s beginning to get a little desperate. That must be why he agreed when you told him to follow you to the bathroom five minutes after you. 

Carlos loves trying out things in the bedroom but one thing he isn’t is risky. The idea of getting caught fills him terror rather than lust especially the thought of getting caught by someone you shouldn’t be caught by with his career in the line. You understand and it isn’t usually your thing either but you’re both desperate. A little bit of relief is very much needed or else you’ll explode. 

You basically throw yourself at him as soon as the door shuts, your lips messy against his as Carlos’ hands fall to your hips, trying to stabilize you as you hurriedly pull his shirt off him, mouth already traveling to his exposed neck. 

“Needy, are you?” He teases but he lets you take the lead despite knowing you’d willingly give control if he wanted it. Despite his good boy persona, Carlos does have an ego and nothing boosts a man’s ego more than his girlfriend being desperate for him.

“Shut up,” you muttered, already working on his belt that seems to be adamant to stay on. “Ceinture stupide.” Stupid belt.

You grin triumphantly once you finally get the belt off him and the sight of you grinning as you hold his belt up triumphantly was so adorable to him that Carlos planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, genuinely so hopelessly in love with you in that moment as you move to unzip his pants. You don’t even pay attention to the sudden sweet gesture in the middle of your lust filled mission to get him in your mouth as you sink to your knees. 

Carlos holds your hair in a ponytail as you pull out his cock out of his boxers, kitty licking the side and causing Carlos to throw his head back, lightly tugging at your hair. “Baby, don’t play.”

You look up at him under your lashes, the pure look of innocence if only you aren’t gripping his cock. Finally, you put him into your mouth, slowly lowering your head till your nose hits his pelvis and his tip hits the back of your throat. 

“Y/N!” And then there’s banging on the door and you actually fall on your ass at the impact considering that you and Carlos were leaning on said door.

“I’m going to scream,” you tell your boyfriend as you recognize your brother’s voice, completely frustrated at the predicament you found yourself in for the fourth time. 

Carlos laughs, kneeling next to you as he covers your mouth. “Don’t.”

“Y/N, you better not be doing what I think you’re doing in there!” Charles screams from the other side, banging on the door once again.

“Just ignore him,” you plead, reaching between the two of you to grip Carlos’ now softening cock. “Please.”

“Amor, as beautiful as you are, I’m not going to have sex with you with your brother on the other side of the door,” Carlos side, hastily pulling his boxers and jeans up.

“Y/N!” Charles calls again, voice becoming louder and you can hear Arthur’s voice on the other side now too. 

“Can’t a woman shit in peace around here?” You scream back as Carlos slips his shirt back on, you still sitting on the floor, arms crossed over your chest and a pout pulling on your lips. 

“Do you need Carlos in there with you in order to take a dump, sister?” You recognize Arthur’s voice (which if you aren’t so pissed at them, you’d pat yourself on the back on considering that Charles and Arthur’s voices when speaking English are eerily similar). 

“Leave me alone!” You scream again as Carlos, now fully clothed, pulls you up from the floor. You pout, lightly pulling at his shirt in your last attempt to convince him to continue what you had been doing but Carlos only chuckles as he finally unlocks the door, revealing a smirking Arthur and a disgusted looking Charles. 

“Y/N was just helping me with something,” Carlos tries to reason, his hand entwining with yours. 

You look murderous as you glare at your brothers, making sure to give them the middle finger as you drag Carlos back to your seats. 

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Hahahahah this was so fun

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17 Oct '22 // 😛

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everything changes but you

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hello again! it's been a while. how's everyone?

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okay I disappear of the face of tumble for one hot second (okay, a while) and now I can't even recognise it anymore? the hell even is this update

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YENNEFER APPRECIATION WEEK day 1 | favorite quotes → sass edition

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Omg this is my sign to finally watch season 2

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Honestly, same.

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Omg someone just reacted to this post that I had completely forgotten about LMFAO

I did hate Celaena ngl. Aelin though was on a whole other level ❤️❤️