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Cole is going back to his roots to honor, Johnny Gaudreau, once again. He said he wore 13 before because of Johnny and he will be wearing 13 now for Johnny.

johnny hockey forever

panthers vs. lightning 4.23.24

Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks Franco Colapinto gives of major Gina from Brooklyn 9-9 vibes

Bro don't give a fuck about all the discourse in the background 😭

BeReals with your F1 boyfriend | F1 Grid x Reader

Genre | BeReal

Featuring | Lewis Hamilton, Oscar Piastri, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Ricciardo.

Warnings | Alcohol consumption.

Summary | BeReals with your boyfriend!

Author's note | Hi loves! Thought I'd drop something a bit different here. I'm not going to admit how long this damn thing took me lmao so just enjoy the ride! Had a big bug with the layout so I'm reposting it 💔

Lewis Hamilton

Oscar Piastri

George Russell

Max Verstappen

Charles Leclerc

Lando Norris

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Ricciardo

ok I like him he’s funny

every sky commentator: well we have this inside information but we shouldn't really talk about it so we'll be very vague and unhelpful

nico rosberg: i got an email offering a stake in alpine today. how much? i can't say. just kidding it was a billion euros. what else do you want to know?

how i sleep knowing seth jarvis renewed for 8 years

Everyone wants the attention of the poor guy 😔

Let him do his work. Disgusting 😝🥰🤩

MONZA 2024; 📸: Steven Tee

Soulmate | Charles Leclerc Ver.

WC: 4.8K

Summery: Once you hit puberty, a red string ties both you and your soulmate together until the moment you meet.

Warning: Not edited, nothing else?

Masterlist

Charles Masterlist

Max Ver. , Oscar Ver. , Lewis Ver.

You live in a world where when a person hits puberty they see a red string. The string is tied to your ring finger on your left hand, and only you get to see the string, well… you and the person on the other side of the string anyway. Your soulmate. It’s like a delicate myth, but it’s real life. There’s a delicate, ethereal thread that connects two souls that are destined to find each other. 

The soulmate string gets tighter and more taught the closer you are to meeting your soulmate, and if you’re one of the lucky ones, the moment you touch your string it sends a ting to your soulmate. Not all soulmates can feel it and not both of them have to. 

And just your luck it seems like you’re one of the ‘lucky’ soulmates who get to feel it, you believe 99% that your soulmate doesn’t share that ability. Because no matter how many times you played with the string your soulmate didn’t touch his. But, he plays with it all the time. Sometimes, too much. Especially when you were younger and couldn’t focus on anything but the tingling going down your body.

One thing about the string is it points in the direction of your soulmate. If you follow the string it’ll lead you straight to your soulmate. It seemed like your soulmate loved travelling, because there’s no way he can be in almost every direction during a week or two, so finding him seemed almost impossible to you. 

You’ve been aware of the string for it seemed like as long as you could remember, life before it seemed to not exist. From when you hit puberty, you could feel the subtle presence that seemed to come and go. A reminder that somewhere out there, someone was connected to you.

Your life in many ways was ordinary. You had a steady job, lived in a comfortable apartment. Spend your free time indulging in your hobbies, going out, meeting friends. Yet there always seemed to be something missing.

It wasn’t that you were unhappy; you simply felt incomplete, like a puzzle with one piece missing. And no matter how much you tried to focus on other things, the string was always there, a quiet reminder that your other half was still out there somewhere.

Then, one morning, everything changed.

You woke up with a holt, your heart racing as if you just ran a marathon. You sat up in bed, breathing heavily, and instinctively placing your hand on your ring finger, where the string was tied. It pulsed with energy, stringer than you’ve ever felt before. The sensation was overwhelming, almost like the string itself was calling you out, urging you to pay attention.

You pulled up your laptop as if you were on autopilot and opened a web page you’ve never opened before, and did something you’ve never done before, all following what the string was urging you to do.

After you’re done and you lean back on the headboard do you think about what you did, you just booked a ticket to a Formula 1 race.

Why? You’ve never seen a race before, never been interested. Just watched the trailer for Drive to Survive on Netflix. But the idea is planted firmly in your head. It wasn’t just a passing thought, and you don’t feel like changing your mind, it was a compulsion, a pull so strong that it felt as if the string itself was guiding you.

This didn’t make sense and yet it felt completely right. The string was humming in approva, telling you that this is the right thing, the right path.

Now you have to book a flight and accommodation to Italy, Monza. It was all happening in a few weeks, everything was super expensive, but you didn’t think about your budget and all the things that you no longer will be able to do. Within minutes, you had booked everything you needed, your heart pounding in a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was as if you no longer had control and just a passenger being guided by the string.

Over the next few weeks, it was like fate was playing something on you, your social media was filled with everything Formula 1, you kept dreaming of red cars, loud engines and the thrill of speed.  You gravitated towards the colour more than any other time in your life. It was as if the universe was conspiring to ensure you followed the string’s guidance, and you found herself surrendering to it completely.

As the day of the race approached, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something monumental was about to happen. The string was more active than ever, pulling you toward a future you could only imagine. It was different from the tingling you got whenever your soulmate touched the string. However you found yourself doubting it all, what had once seemed like a brilliant and fated decision a few weeks ago now felt reckless and impulsive. You had never been one to do things on a whim, especially to the point of travelling and spending a lot of money on a trip you’ll be on alone.

The strong tugged insistently, refusing to let you back out, every time you opened up to cancel your plans, the tug grew stronger, like a gentle and firm reminder that this was where you were meant to be. The undeniable force, propelling you toward Monza.

Despite this, the anxiety gnawed at you. What if you were making a mistake? What if you got there and nothing happened, no grand revelation, no destined encounter? The string might have been real, but it didn’t come with guarantees or explanations.

And so, with your bags packed and your heart full of anticipation, you set off for Monza, ready to embrace whatever the string had in store for you.

You didn’t know what to expect, but one thing was certain: the string had never led you wrong before. And now, as it pulled you toward the Italian Grand Prix, you knew that you were  about to find out just how powerful the invisible thread could be.

You spent the days leading up to your departure preparing as best you could, though no amount of packing or planning could ease the nervous tension that coiled in your stomach. You packed your bags carefully, choosing outfits that would suit the late summer Italian weather, making sure to include a few pieces that could be considered stylish yet practical, you had no idea what the atmosphere at an F1 race would be like, after all. 

Your friends, while supportive, didn’t quite understand what had driven you to make this decision. 

“An F1 race? I didn’t know you were into that.” One of your closest friends had said, a curious smile on her face when you had mentioned the trip.

“I’m not, really.” You had replied, the words sounding strange even to your own ears. “I just… I don’t know. I feel like I need to be there. It’s hard to explain.”

“Well, who knows? Maybe your string is leading you to someone important.” Your friend had teased, though her eyes had softened with understanding.

“Maybe.” You had echoed, your hand instinctively moving to the spot on your finger where you felt the string the strongest. But you hadn’t told anyone just how intense the pull had become, how the string seemed almost alive with energy, vibrating with anticipation.

The day of your departure arrived, and with it, a wave of nervous excitement. You boarded the plane with your heart pounding, each breath feeling like a step closer to something inevitable. As the plane took off, you closed your eyes and tried to focus on the rhythm of the string, letting it soothe your nerves. It pulsed steadily, a reassuring presence that reminded you weren’t alone in this, someone was on the other end, and they were getting closer with every passing minute.

The day had begun like any other for Charles, but there was a subtle shift in the air that he couldn’t quite place. As he went through his morning routine, something felt different, a lingering sense of anticipation that made his pulse quicken. The sensation wasn’t entirely unfamiliar; he had felt it before, at various points in his life. But today, it was stronger, more insistent, as if something monumental was coming.

He absently tugged at the invisible string that had been a part of his life for as long as he could remember. The string was always there, a quiet reminder that somewhere out in the world, his soulmate was waiting for him. It had been with him through every high and low, through victories on the track and moments of doubt, always steady, always present. It has always brought him comfort.

But today, the string was different. It thrummed with an intensity he had never felt before, like a live wire humming with electricity. Each gentle tug he gave it seemed to amplify the feeling, sending a wave of warmth through his chest. It was almost distracting, pulling his thoughts away from the upcoming race and toward the person on the other end of the string. Whoever they were, they were close. Closer than they had ever been before.

The pull felt urgent, almost impatient, as if it was trying to tell him something. He tried to push the thought aside, focusing on his training, his strategy, but the string wouldn’t be ignored.

Between meetings with the team and media obligations, Charles found himself reaching for the string, giving it a gentle tug as if testing the waters. Each time, he felt an answering pull, faint but unmistakable. It was as if the string was alive, responding to his touch like never before, and with each interaction, the sensation grew stronger. The closer the race day came, the more the string seemed to tighten, almost pulling him off balance.

Charles had heard stories from other drivers about the moment they met their soulmates—how the string had led them, sometimes in the most unexpected ways. He had always believed his time would come, but he hadn’t expected it to be now, in the middle of one of the most important weekends of his career. And yet, the string had never been wrong before. If it was this insistent, it could only mean one thing: his soulmate was near.

The thought filled him with a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. What if they were right here, in Monza? What if he was about to meet the person who was connected to him by this invisible thread, the person who was meant to complete him? 

That night, after a long day of preparations, Charles lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling of his hotel room. The hum of the city outside was a comforting backdrop, but his thoughts were miles away. The string was taut now, almost vibrating with energy, and he could feel it deep in his chest. There was no mistaking it anymore, something life-changing was about to happen, and it was coming fast.

He closed his eyes, letting his hand rest over his ring finger, where the string was most palpable. The connection was strong, almost as if the person on the other end was reaching out to him, trying to bridge the gap between them. He tugged on the string once more, feeling the now familiar warmth spread through him, and this time, the pull was even stronger, almost desperate.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he thought about the possibilities. Whoever they were, wherever they were, they were close, so close that he could almost feel their presence. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but it was a good kind of tension, the kind that made his heart race in the best way possible.

Charles drifted off to sleep with the string still humming in his chest, the last thought on his mind being the image of meeting his soulmate, finally seeing the person who had been connected to him all these years. The person who, in some inexplicable way, had always been a part of his life.

By the time you arrived in Italy, the string was humming with energy. The warm, late summer air greeted you as you stepped out of the airport, a stark contrast to the cool anxiety that clung to your skin. Monza was just a short train ride away, and the closer you got, the more the string seemed to tighten, as if your soulmate was moving as well, drawing closer.

When you finally arrived at the race venue, you were overwhelmed by the sheer size and scale of everything. The roar of engines, the excited chatter of thousands of fans, it was all a sensory overload. The red of Ferrari catching your eye. The same shade of red you’ve been dreaming of.

You moved through the mass of people, clutching your pass around your neck, trying to steady your racing heart. The string was in control now, pulling you, almost guiding your steps as you navigated through the chaos. It was a strange sensation, like being led by an invisible hand, and you found yourself trusting it completely. You followed the pull without question, weaving through the crowded as if you new exactly what you were doing, and where you’re going.

The closer you got to the paddock area, the stronger the pull became. It was no longer just a gentle tug but a firm and insistent force that you could never ignore. Your pace quickened, your heart pounding. You didn’t know what you were looking for, but you knew you were close, closer than you had ever been before.

And then, suddenly, you felt it. A strong, unmistakable tug on the string, as if someone on the other end was pulling you forward. You stopped dead  in your tracks, startled by the intensity of the sensation. It was as if the world around you had shifted, the noise and chaos of the race fading into the background as the string took centre stage. 

And then you weren’t moving of your own merit, it was literally as if someone got a hold of the soulmate string and was pulling on it, your hand in the air and you were walking, so you wouldn’t fall straight onto your face. Each step felt heavy with anticipation of what will meet you on the other end of the string.

And then, just as you rounded a corner, you were stopped by security. A large, stern-faced guard held up a hand, barring your path. “I’m sorry, miss, this area is restricted.” He said, his tone firm but polite.

Your heart sank, and it took everything in you to not take a step forward when the next tug came. You could feel your soulmate, just out of reach. Panic began to set in, as you tried to explain, the words tumbling out in a frantic rush.

“Please, you don't understand.” You pleaded. “ I have to get through, My soulmate is inside, and the string is pulling me.”

The guard frowned, clearly sceptical. “I can’t let you in without the proper pass. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to turn back.”

But you didn’t turn around, you couldn’t. The next pull had you walking a few steps forwards.

“Please, please, just let me through, I need to find my soulmate.”

“Look, we get that a lot, the fans always come trying to act as if one of the drivers is their soulmates when it’s clearly not.” The guard said and another one came to see what was going on, both blocked your path completely.

“I’m not a-” You’re cut off but a hard tug, the guards hold your biceps to stop you from moving. 

“What the…” The second guard trails off, your legs aren’t moving but your upper body is being pushed by an invisible force. The guards share a look, this is real, your soulmate is inside. “Go with her, I’ll stay here.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You told them and followed the string. The guard walked by your side, your heart skipped a beat in thought that you’ll finally meet your soulmate.

The paddock was a flurry of activity, with team members rushing about, media personnel setting up cameras, and the roar of engines echoing through the area. For most, it was just another thrilling race day at Monza, but for Charles, today felt different. The string tugged at him with a force that was nearly overwhelming, its intensity far beyond anything he had ever felt before. 

It was like a constant thrum in his chest, an insistent reminder that something, someone, was close. Every nerve in his body was attuned to it, and he couldn’t focus on anything else. He had tried to go through the usual pre-race motions, but his concentration kept slipping. His thoughts were consumed by the string and the strange sense of anticipation that had been building for days.

Charles wandered through the paddock most of the day, pretending to be busy, but his mind was elsewhere. He kept glancing around, searching for something he couldn’t name. He tugged at the string absently, the familiar gesture now charged with an electric energy. Each pull was met with an answering force, stronger than ever, as if the person on the other end was tugging back, trying to reach him.

Carlos and his team noticed his distracted state, but none of them said anything. They knew Charles well enough to understand that something significant was going on, though they couldn’t begin to guess what it might be. 

Charles paused for a moment, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He needed to get a grip on himself, he had a race to focus on. But no matter how hard he tried, the string wouldn’t let him go. Charles allowed himself to follow the tugging of the string, he got out of the garage and into the pitlane, the string wasn’t loose on the ground anymore, it was taught, touching it softly, Charles just followed his heart and started pulling. It looked strange to those standing around him but he just pulled, he didn’t care.

The tugging grew worse the more you walked. You definitely gained more than a few weirded out looks from people standing and walking around. You came out onto the pitlane and followed the string through a few people standing around, and then you saw it. Right there is your soulmate, he’s pulling on the sting with a cute but confused look on his face.

“You can stop pulling now.” You say once you were close enough so he could hear you. Charles looks up at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat, there you stood. The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, the sun was coming up from behind you, making you shine. 

You weren’t prepared for the sight of the man standing before you, the man who was connected to you by the same string that had been with you for so many years.

The world seemed to fade away, the noise of the paddock reduced to a distant hum as the two of you stared at each other in disbelief. The string shimmered between you, a tangible symbol of the connection that had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to bring them together. 

Charles followed the string on your finger to his, making sure that you’re his actual soulmate, even though the fact that he can see the string in the first place is an indication of  your connection.

Charles took a tentative step forward, the string tugging at him with a gentle insistence. The tension in the string eased slightly, as if satisfied that its work was nearly done.

Finally, Charles found his voice. “It’s you.” He said softly, the words coming out almost as a whisper. “You’re the one.”

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. You could feel the truth of his words in every part of your being. The sting is shorter than it’s ever been, brighter than it’s ever been.

As his fingers brushed the glowing thread, it dissolved into a soft light, disappearing from view but leaving behind a deep, unbreakable bond. The moment your hands touched, a surge of warmth flooded through both of you, a sensation of completeness that neither had ever felt before. It was as if a missing piece had finally clicked into place, and you were whole for the first time in your lives. When did he even get this close?

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You simply stood there, gazing at each other, the reality of what happened sinking in. The noise of the paddock fading even further into the background until it was just the two of you. Looking at your hands, you see the last of the string dissolve into nothing, and in its place a tattoo-like line wrap around your finger where the string once was, the mark on  your finger an exact replica to the one that made itself at home on Charles’ finger.

For a brief moment, it was as though time had stopped. But soon, reality began to seep back in. The sounds of the paddock returned to normal, the chatter of people, the hum of engines, and the distant roar of the crowd became more prominent. Yet even as the world resumed its usual pace, you and Charles remained locked in the orbit of their newfound connection.

"Would you like to... go somewhere quieter?" Charles finally asked, his voice gentle, almost hesitant. Despite his fame and confidence on the track, this moment felt far more significant, and he was suddenly unsure of himself in a way he hadn’t been in a long time.

You nodded, grateful for the suggestion. “Yes, that would be nice.” You replied softly, your voice still trembling with emotion. It’s then that you notice the amount of people standing around you that saw what had just happened. You have no idea why they were all watching the two of you with intensity.

Charles led you through the busiest parts of the garage, with practised steps. Once you were alone in his driver’s room, Charles turned to face you, his expression a mixture of awe and uncertainty.

“I don’t even know where to start.” He admitted with a slight chuckle. “This is… well, it’s a lot.”

“It is.” You smiled feeling a little more at ease now that you were away from the chaos. “I’ve imagined this moment so many times, but now that it’s here, I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s a bit much.” Charles takes your hand in his as if he’s been doing it for years, it all felt familiar, yet new and warm. “Have you always liked Formula 1?”

“No, I was never interested until a couple months ago when I woke up and booked the tickets.” You confess suddenly feeling shy. “All I know is from the few videos I watched since booking the tickets.”

“So… Do you know who I am?... That sounded a bit like I'm arrogant." Charles' face went red, he rubbed the back of his neck feeling embarrassed by how the words came out.

"No, no, not at all." You tell him with a soft smile. "I feel a bit embarrassed that I don't."

"Don't be, that means we'll get to know each other from... well, each other." Charles squeezes your hand and you smile and nod.

"I guess we will." Your smile was blinding, Charles can't believe he's spent all his life without having you in it, now that he met you it feels like he just started living, this is a feeling unlike any he felt before. You look around and realise something. "You know red has been such a big colour in my life for so long, but recently the presence of red has been overly so."

"I guess it's because I bleed Ferrari." Charles said.

"What exactly do you do?" You asked him, looking at his clothes, he was just wearing a Ferrari team shirt and jeans.

"I uh, I drive for Scuderia Ferrari." Your mouth makes an 'O' shape and you nod to yourself.

"You're one of the 20 drivers?" Charles lets out a yeah, his smile didn't drop from his face. "We'll have to sit down so you can explain everything to me."

"We will, after I win for you today." Charles promised you, your eyes went wide.

“Do you have to go? You don't have to stay with me, I have tickets for the FIA hospitality." You say pointing at the pass around your neck.

“Not happening, you'll stay in Ferrari, I'll get you a pass before I have to go in a bit." Charles didn't want to let you go and it was obvious. "Give me your phone, just in case."

“Want to get my number already." You tease him before you unlock your phone and give it to him, he puts in his number and calls himself. Charles takes you out of his room, his hand in yours, gaining smiles from everyone he meets. Charles is loved by anyone that has ever come in contact with him, so seeing him with his soulmate makes everyone happy for him. You're given a soulmate pass, teams always had those on hand just in case something like this happens.

Charles leaves you with Rebecca, Carlos' girlfriend, before he has to go. You admit to her your ignorance when it comes to Formula one, she takes it on herself to explain the basics. Charles comes over before he has to get onto the track for the start of the race, and pulls you in for a hug. You sigh in content and return his hug, feeling warm and happy.

"Good luck." You say smiling up at him, your eyes taking his in.

"Thank you." He says, kisses your cheek before he leaves, your face goes red. Rebeca bumps her shoulder with yours and gives you a teasing smile.

“Wait, he's first.” It takes you longer than those around you to realise what has happened.

“Yes! Oh my god!” Rebeca is excited, this is a big win for the Tifosi, currently Ferrari is 1 and 3 and there's 3 more laps to go. “This is Ferrari's home race, this means so much to the team and fans.”

You all watch the last few laps with baited breath, when Charles crosses the line, the garage erupts in cheers, jumping, clapping, and patting on backs. It's chaotic.

“Come on, we get to meet them in Parc Ferme.” Rebeca takes your hand in hers and pulls you with her through the crowd, leading you to the front of the barriers, Lewis in second place is the first to come back followed by Carlos. Carlos jumps from his car and runs to the team, they shout and pull him up so he's part crowd surfing before they place him down, he then goes to Rebeca for a hug and kiss. Meanwhile Charles comes back, he stands in the car with his arms up in celebration, the whole crowd cheers, the team cheers, you clap and smile at your soulmate, you feel his happiness from where you stood, you don't know if it's because of the mate bond or whatever but you feel it. Charles jumps from his car and launches himself into the arms of the team, they pull him up and higher than Carlos, cheering and screaming, they place him down before too long and pat his back in congratulations, Charles looks around until his eyes fall on you, his eyes are scrunched under the helmet no doubt he's smiling. He takes it off while he walks toward you, with determent steps. Charles only hesitates for a second when he's stood in front of you before he puts his hands on your cheeks; they're so big, his fingers are in your hair. You lean in and up and Charles meets you halfway. You've known each other for barely any time, but you're soulmates, you're meant to be. The feeling you get once your lips touch is unlike any you've ever felt before, it was like you were connected, like you could feel his emotions and he could feel yours in that moment. Everything was amplified.

"My lucky charm." Charles says once he pulls back and places his forehead on yours.

"Good thing you're stuck with me then." You say breathless and smile, Charles returns the smile, another kiss and he's pulled away from you for the weighting, interviews and then the podiums, before more interviews and ending with debrief.

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Take the Risk - Seth Jarvis

a/n: i have 22 more requests after this one, 5 of which are jarvy, so it's still going to take me some time to get through them all, but they will get done, i promise! <3 this is one from the end of june so i apologize how long it took me

prompt 12: "I think you are in love." *"Don't be ridiculous."

word count: 2.3k

Ever since you got a job for the Hurricanes social media department, you had grown close to a lot of the guys. While it was slightly frowned upon to fraternize with the players outside of work, the guys didn’t seem to care; hell, some of them would invite you to dinners or parties, especially after games.

You turned them down each time, as politely as you could, but still remained friendly and professional with them while you worked. They would say hi to you as they pass by when you aren’t recording just yet, or ask you about your weekend while everyone eats during breaks here and there. During media days at the start of the new season, they made sure to converse with you to not make you feel left out. Everyone was just so wonderful and sweet, it was hard to ignore their gestures.

However, things with one player had escalated more than your friendship with any of the other guys. Seth was always the first guy to say hello to you or volunteer for whatever skit or idea that you had planned. He was eager to talk to you, to get to know you outside of work, as unprofessional as it may be, he didn’t care at all.

And after getting to know him more and more, you ended up feeling the same way. There was something about him that made you so drawn to him, with his dazzling brown eyes and dorky smile, how handsome he looked with his facial hair when it had grown out some, but still keeping it neatly trimmed. You loved his eagerness to make people laugh and to have fun no matter what, as well as his passion for hockey and how he’d do anything to be on the ice.

Of course, a few of the other guys had taken notice of Seth’s changed behavior around you, equating it to a puppy following its owner around with its tail wagging excitedly. You didn’t see it, but then again, you were just as lovesick as he was.

All the guys loved to tease the two of you, both together and privately. Things like Brent making a comment about how your lover wasn’t too far behind while walking down the tunnel to practice, or Andrei saying something about how you were waiting for your boyfriend to show up to film him.

Sometimes, the comments did get to you, because the last thing you wanted to do was show favoritism to anyone, that wasn’t your job. You tried not to let their words affect you, but it was difficult when they were making it seem like you were only recording Seth, when you knew you weren’t.

Finally, everything came to light when there was a fundraising event for the Canes at the arena. You were given a majority of the night off, a couple other people within the social media department taking over for the most part, all you needed to do was get some full videos of the players having a good time and conversing.

That gave Jesperi the chance to have a one-on-one with you, something he’s been wanting to do since he saw the way your personality changed around Seth.

“Hey, come here,” KK waves you over to where he stands off to the side, a drink in his hand and a small grin on his face.

Hesitantly, you walk over after grabbing a bottle of water from the bar, fearing what he was going to say to you, or if he’d tease you about his teammate like everyone usually does.

“What’s up?” You sigh, gazing up at the Finnish hockey player. He reaches for your forearm and drags you behind the curtain, where the catering was keeping all of their supplies, the space hidden from everyone.

“So how are things going, hm? Getting all the good angles?” He nudges you playfully, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, it’s funny because I’m so obsessed with Seth, ha ha ha,” you roll your eyes and crossyour arms over your chest. Jesperi’s expression falls when he hears your tone and suddenly, he feels terrible.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I-I-” he stutters out, not knowing what to say. A groan escapes your lips and you throw your head back, realizing he was being genuine with his question.

“I’m sorry, I get so much shit from everyone, it’s what I expect at this point.”

“I know. And I truly didn’t mean it like that…but, on that topic, I did want to talk to you about something.” His suddenly serious expression and tone makes you straighten up, wondering what he has in mind.

“Oh. Okay.” 

He nods and shifts on his feet, taking a sip of his drink before continuing.

“Jarvy and I are pretty close, and I know him better than anyone else on the team. I know he really likes you, maybe even loves you, and…I can tell you feel something for him as well, but you don’t want to say anything.”

“I don’t feel anything towards him. He’s a good friend and a part of the team that I work for, it would be so inappropriate for us to even think about dating.” Your arms nervously drop from their crossed position back down to your sides, trying to look for a way out of this conversation.

“But would it be so bad?” Jesperi retaliates, “I mean, you two have an obvious connection, everyone can see it, and everyone teases him over it. He’s head over heels for you.”

“We’re just friends, KK. I’ve endured enough of my teasing and I’m over it.”

KK isn’t too happy with your response. He knows you feel something but you don’t want to jeopardize your career or friendship with any of the guys, and he wants to push you a little further.

“So, just friends text each other all night? They call each other with the smallest of news, or talk to each other for hours on the phone?” He quips an eyebrow up at you, a smirk playing on his lips while stepping just a little closer to you.

“Yes, friends do that,” you cross your arms once more, hoping to hide the fact that your breathing was quickening. Your heart was also pounding in your chest, KK knowing exactly what he is doing to you.

“Hm. You know what I think?” He wonders.

“What?”

“I think you are in love.” His simple statement makes you freeze, a chill running up your spine at the idea of him reading you so easily.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you grumble, your eyes drifting back over to the party just around the curtain. They land on the man himself, laughing with Martinook over something, and suddenly, you feel all fuzzy inside.

The sight of his goofy, crooked-tooth smile sends your heart into a frenzy, the realization of how much you truly did like him and how you loved hearing his laugh and seeing him smile, KK’s words suddenly ring very true.

Jesperi had been watching you the entire time, his own eyes drifting over to where Seth stands, his own grin widening when he sees what’s going on. He knew you weren’t going to admit it, but this was all the confirmation he needed.

Later in the night, as the excitement is starting to wind down and people are leaving one by one, you casually stroll around and take some final few photos of the decorations and remaining groups, just to distract yourself. KK’s words had been replaying in your head all night, and you knew he was right.

You were in love with Seth, but were trying your hardest to deny it.

“Getting some final shots of everything?” You hear a familiar voice from behind you. Turning around, you spot Seth, his hands in his pockets and a kind expression on his face.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I figured since it’s not as crowded, it would give me something to do until my supervisor lets me off for the night officially,” you explain, turning your camera off and placing the strap over your shoulder, letting it hang at your side.

Seth shifts his weight onto one of his legs and steps a little closer to you.

“You get some good pics tonight?” He asks, trying to make conversation. For some reason, he seemed far more shy and reserved than usual, which was very out of the ordinary for him. He was always full of energy, the literal sunshine of any room he walked into. Now, it’s like he had a cloud over him, shielding him from being his true self.

“I think I did. Photographer’s not my usual job, but it was fun. Back to funny little TikTok ideas on Monday,” you joke, nudging him a little with your arm. He blushes lightly and looks down at his shoes, taking a deep breath.

“Any new ideas for us?” He continues to question you, wanting to find any way to talk to you.

“Some, a lot was already done during media day, and it’s just a matter of editing those and posting them sporadically. Why? You have any ideas?”

“Oh I have a lot,” he laughs. “Have you seen that one where two people try to guess the number the other person wrote down? They can only say how many numbers they have in the correct spot?”

“Yes I have, and that would take, like twenty minutes, that’s not a simple social media post,” you push back a bit. Seth shrugs and smiles softly.

“It’s an idea for a Youtube video that could work, or another social media site other than TikTok,” he offers.

As he speaks you stare deep into his eyes, getting lost in the warm pool of his brown irises, so much that you forget to reply to his statement. He waves a hand in front of your face, chuckling awkwardly as he realizes you were staring off.

“Something wrong?” His voice is filled with worry and slight concern. You just shake your head and breathe in sharply, looking to your left.

“No, everything’s fine, I was just…zoning out,” you somewhat lie, shrugging nonchalantly. Seth doesn’t buy it, though. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair nervously, not caring about messing it up at this point in the night.

“I’m just gonna cut to the chase here and state the obvious, I have feelings for you.” His words surprise you, mainly for the fact that he’s choosing to do this right here, right now; you were well aware he had some sort of crush on you, so that information wasn’t shocking whatsoever.

Glancing around, you notice that the arena is slowly emptying still, and there wasn’t too many people around. However, the last thing you wanted to do was get caught, so you drag Seth to a more secluded spot for a moment.

“I know…there’s something between us,” you finally admit as quietly as you can, fearing the idea that any one of your co-workers or superiors could walk over at any second. “But, it’s wrong. I work for the team, I can’t be seen going out with the players. I’ll get called names, have comments made about me in real life and online, I could possibly lose my job and any future job with other teams for it…it’s too risky.”

Your voice drips with heartache, and it hurts Seth more than he’d care to admit. He sighs defeatedly, his shoulders dropping a little in the process.

“Could I at least have one date with you? We don’t have to go out, I could put something together at my place, or if you’re more comfortable at yours, we could do that.” His eyes were filled with hope, almost pleading you to agree. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted just one date.

“Seth…” You whisper, rubbing your face, feeling so conflicted. He waited for you to speak what was on your mind, not wanting to push you any more than he has. “I…okay.” Your own words leave you dumbfounded, finding yourself agreeing to his terms after not a lot of thought.

“Really?” He confirms, his eyes practically lighting up the second the words leave your lips.

“Yeah,” you grin, moving a little closer to him, testing the waters. “I can’t ignore that I like you, and I don’t think there’s any harm in one at-home date. It’s low-key and romantic, I’d love that.”

Seth lets out a relieved sigh and his smile is so wide at this point, you fear that his cheeks are going to split from how intense it is, but it’s so sweet how excited he is.

“I’m so glad to hear that. Well, we can plan something during one of our off-days next week, if that’s alright.”

“That sounds great,” you nod, smiling almost as big as he was. “I really am looking forward to it.”

Finally not holding yourself back and letting yourself feel the way you do despite it being a small threat to your job was scary, but Seth was worth it, seeing that goofy and charming smile of his you love so much makes you forget about the risks for a second.

“You gotta admit, it’ll be fun sneaking around,” he comments with a light laugh. He pushes his luck by reaching out and grabbing your hips, bringing you a little closer to his body. You allow him to do so, lost in your own little world for the time being. “It’ll definitely be fun, but if they ever find out, we’ll never hear the end of it.” He leans forward, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“I think it’s worth it,” he whispers.

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When The Day Comes - Lewis Hamilton

Summary: Lewis never thought he'd be a dad, so when the dad comes where that changes. He begins to wonder if he was made for the role after so long of accepting it wouldn't happen.

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When y/n informed Lewis of the pregnancy he just about fainted. It was not a proud moment and it ended with y/n in tears offering to get rid of the pregnancy if it wasn't something he was in support of. That made things even worse because he just about had to beg forgiveness for his reaction.

"I've always wanted to recreate that old Malteaser ad." Y/n states as she sits back trying to balance a Malteaser on the top of her tummy. "I think they're asleep in there. No cooperating with my dream at all."

"I hope our baby has your brain. You never have a boring moment." Lewis smiles then offering his hands out to her so she can get up from the private lounge sofa.

"Yeah, my brain is a pretty fun place." Y/n hums with a sigh as Lewis keeps hold of her hand and picks up the carry on luggage with the rest. "The last flight without a baby."

"I can't wait to meet them."

Due to y/n deciding she didn't want to know the gender, Lewis followed along with her decision and actually he wasn't as bothered about it as much as he initially thought. After all he never even thought he'd have a kid the fact y/n is pregnant means whatever the gender, he knows the baby is a blessing.

He's found a new protective side to himself that he has never felt so strongly in himself.

"Are you comfortable?" Lewis asks as he makes sure she's comfortable, tucked under a blanket for the flight since she gets cold in the cabin.

"Very." Y/n confirms with a smile as he lifts the arm rest, always feeling more comfortable being able to hug her and be touching the bump somehow.

-

Obviously with Lewis being an F1 driver there was a good chance of him missing the birth, especially with y/n not being able to travel anymore.

He was getting more and more anxious the closer it got to the due date. Not that y/n was helping with that, she kept trying to lift heavy things and do things that Lewis was advised to not let her do in fear of triggering some sort of early labour. Though by this point it wouldn't be a risk, he's just not willing to let her risk hurting herself.

She was beginning to really no enjoy pregnancy too, and that is triggering the empathetic side of Lewis. He doesn't want her to be as sad as she is but her bump is pretty damn big and she's just start to be a struggle. Not a cute bump to show off.

He's caught her getting teary about everything. She cried over not being able to put socks on. That was not a moment any parenting books prepared him for.

When he left for the last race he had her on the phone constantly even when she was just doing stuff around the house with some friends there in case she went into labour.

But getting back Monday morning he arrives to find her sitting in the bath taking very controlled breaths.

"Y/n, baby. Are you ok? Is it time?"

"I think so...I couldn't get out the bath and I told the girls I'd be fine but then the contractions started and I couldn't reach my phone and-please help." Y/n states losing her composure as her voice breaks. Clearly she's been waiting for him and when he manages to rush and grab her, the cold of the water makes him hiss. "I know, I know. I'm an idiot. I know. You don't have to tell me."

"We need to get you to the hospital now baby."

As far as worst and best case scenario. This is worse than worse, they had no plans for this. But Lewis manages to get her dressed and in the car to the hospital within 20 minutes. The hospital bags already packed for it.

The midwife definitely isn't impressed to discover her body temperature is much lower than it should be because of getting herself stuck in the bath. But they don't dwell on it because it turns out y/n managed to sit through contractions without tearing her hair out getting up to 8cm dilated.

"Won't be long till you get to meet them. Just a little longer." The midwife smiles making her laugh pretty nervously before looking at Lewis who has that far too familiar expression that looks borderline terrified.

"Please do not freak out on me now, Lewis. Please. I can't do this on my own." Y/n chokes out in a desperate moment of needing this man to keep it together.

"I'm not freaking out. I'm right here, not going anywhere." Lewis promises realising that he needed to hear that/. He needed to just have that slap bringing him back out his own head.

He is not the one in painful labour, he's just got to hold her and help her through it as best he can.

Due to how quick her labour is moving, it's really not long before the midwife is down between y/n's legs and instructing her when to push while Lewis feels a test of how strong the bones in his hand are. Y/n is long since started and then stopped crying, she pleaded to find another way to give birth, but the midwife only assured her that everything was going perfectly.

Then finally the last push and y/n actually suddenly feels so light, she feels like her body has possible just decided that it can be at peace now.

Lewis leaves her side only to cut the chord and the sound of crying fills the room making her laugh in relief.

"It's a boy. He's a little, gorgeous boy." Lewis states returning to her side before the nurse comes up and places the baby on her chest.

Lewis can't stop the tears that are spilling over. He's always thought his future was in his work, that he had his life figured out and it didn't include a family of his own. But suddenly he looking at the two things that matter more than anything he has ever valued before.

Nothing in F1 has lived up to how he feels. He has everything he could've ever wants right there in front of him.

"Ok, mama. Dad's going to come with baby, and we'll not be long ok? You're going to finish up and get everything cleaned up in here." The nurse states waiting for y/n to give the ok to take the baby boy from her.

"I can stay if you want me-"

"No. Go with him. I'll be fine. The worst part is over...I think. I'll let you know later." Y/n smiles weakly, she's definitely feeling the exhaustion of giving birth take it's tull.

"I love you. We won't be long." Lewis promises making her nod reassuringly before he leaves with the baby.

Y/n is taken pretty good care of by the midwife and before she knows it, she's stitched up, moved onto a clean bed and given the VIP treatment that Lewis is paying for to make sure she's taken care of to the highest standard.

Though really nothing can stop the new feeling of suddenly emptiness. When Lewis reappears wheeling the baby in a hospital crib to her bedside, she just feels better seeing them both.

"I get to say, my boys." Y/n smiles tiredly, her body is absolutely begging her for sleep. It was a quick labour but that just feels like it means she had more energy taken out of her in a shorter amount of time.

"You need to rest. I'll make sure he's ok."

"I just don't want to miss anything. The nurses said he'll need me."

"I'll wake you up if that's the case. But you can't take care of him if you're not taking care of yourself."

Y/n would definitely melt int a puddle of overemotional tears if she had the energy to cry, but she's so exhausted that even keeping her eyes open has never been something that she's struggled with so much.

-

Turns out that despite his fears of hurting Kai or doing something so incredibly wrong. Y/n was looking at Lewis take to being a dad like a duck to water.

"You know I'm quite enjoying how domesticated you are." Y/n jokes as he finally lets her have hold of the baby boy. He's been almost too good with taking on the heavy lifting and just everything job possible. "You know you do need to let me try and handle some things...you have a race to leave for tomorrow."

"I wish you could come with me."

"I'd just get in the way and distract you." Y/n smiles before smiling when he leans over. "You're not missing anything. He sleeps most of the time, eats and cries the rest."

"But these are days I'll never get back."

"And the fact that it makes you feel like that means a lot to me. But I promise you. We've got nothing going on. When you come back all that will have happened is he might've fattened up a little." Y/n smiles making Lewis look at her. "You've been the best dad I could've ever dreamt of you being in just a couple days. But you've got work and I've got to learn to take care of Kai on my own."

He knows she's right, he knows she will be alone more than he wants to admit.

"You know, even if you retire in 3 years...he'll only be 3. But the time he's an adult he won't even be able to remember you as an F1 driver in his life. All we gotta do right now is put the foundations in that he turns out to be a half decent kid. And you can do that while balancing the other love in your life."

"Have I mentioned how I've never deserved you?" Lewis asks suddenly which definitely catches her off guard. "Other people would say that I need to do better but you support me through thick and thin and you never waver. Even when I should be doing all the lifting to support you."

"It's a give and take. You've got a long way to go before I'm fully paid off for birthing your child. But I'll consider knocking your debt down if I get an hour with your credit card to give myself a push present." Y/n states cheekily just wanting to lighten the mood.

"You can have fully access 24/7 to my credit card." Lewis laughs, and really she's had all access. But she's never acted like it because she prefers not to make it seem like she abuses that particular element of their relationship.

"Noted." Y/n hums before sighing as she looks down at Kai. "He really is the most perfect baby. Going to have to give some of that to you. He's got your looks."

"Stop. He's got your eyes, and when he smiles in his sleep he has your smile already...also side eyes me like you." Lewis grins earning a gasp.

"You have literal memes made from your side eyeing over the years. Don't even try to put that attitude peaking through on me." Y/n laughs shaking her head before she smiles when he rolls his eyes. "See? I'll probably get an eye roll when you leave for the race."

"Well make sure you capture it on camera and send it to me."

"Oh trust me. It'll be like you're still here. You won't feel like you missed a second of being at home with us."

"Promise?" Lewis whispers earning a nod before he leans forward and kisses her then kisses Kai's head. "I love you, baby-and I love our baby."

"I love you too and Kai loves you too." Y/n smiles softly then sighing softly. "Nap time. We're supposed to sleep when he sleeps."

"That sounds like a good rule to live by." Lewis hums moving so y/n is resting back on him for some stability while still holding Kai before they fall asleep for what does turn out to be a short-lived nap.

Honestly this is how Lewis could spend every day for the rest of his life and he'd have no regrets about it. But he knows y/n would never forgive him for giving up his career when she knows really he's not ready to finish F1 quite yet.

“aw mate mate..we gotta get some magnums”

lewis and jenson visit a petrol station and hand out grandstand tickets to some patrons

little bitch - cs55

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.

word count: over 10k + social media posts

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"You didn't have to tweet that," Oscar said, giving you a look from his seat.

You were currently traveling from Belgium to Monaco in McLaren's private jet after the race weekend, and the main topic of the day was your little message to Carlos Sainz after his statement about your brother.

"Osc, he's being a petty bitch," you shrugged, "He keeps blaming you for what happened on the track and we all know it was his fault."

"Lando, can you help me out please?" Oscar looked at his teammate, who was immersed on his phone as a way to avoid the conversation.

"Oh no, don't put me in the middle of this," Lando shook his head, "I have enough PR issues myself."

"We know you're siding with your bestie anyways," you said, making him roll his eyes.

This dynamic was nothing new. Lando and Carlos Sainz were best friends, and so were Lando and you. The issue? You couldn't stand Carlos at all, and Lando was always in the middle of your bickering.

Oscar sighed, rubbing his temples as he glanced out of the window. "Look, I appreciate you standing up for me, but sometimes it's better to let things slide. Engaging with him on social media only adds fuel to the fire."

He had a point. Deep down you knew it, however, your were short tempered and protective towards your loved ones, so it was natural that you took the chance to come for Sainz's neck when he gave you a reason to.

"I get it, Osc. I just can't stand seeing him drag your name through the mud when you're not even at fault," you stressed, "You're my little brother, I'll always get protective, you know?"

"I know, and I appreciate you having my back," Oscar said, softening his tone. "But it's not worth it. Like you said, I'm not engaging with whatever he's saying so there's no point of starting stuff."

"He started it, I'm just finishing it," you shrugged, and Oscar gave you a pointed look, you were older than him, but he was definitely more mature than you. "Fine, I'll try to hold back next time," you sighed, leaning back in your seat.

Lando finally looked up from his phone, a smirk on his face. "See, that wasn't too hard, was it? Now, can we all be friends?"

"If that includes Sainz then no, we can't,"

You could never be friends with Carlos Sainz. That was literally impossible.

For starters, you were pretty sure he didn't even know your name, he was always too full of himself to even acknowledge those around him.

And lastly, he was a bitch to your brother on and off track.

"I just, I would really like for you two to get along," Lando said and you immediately rolled your eyes at his words, "You're both important to me, and it sucks being caught in the middle. Plus I don't even understand why do you dislike him so much."

You knew the real reason why you disliked him so much, you perfectly did. However, that was a subject that you decided to ignore every single time.

"Honestly? I find him arrogant. He always acts like he's the center of the universe. He never takes responsibility for his actions and always tries to shift the blame onto others. It's frustrating to watch."

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I get it, but you have to understand, Carlos is actually a good guy once you get to know him. He's passionate and competitive, sure, but he's also loyal and a great friend."

"I get that he's like your hero or something," you teased, "But it's not going to happen, Lando. I don't think I'll ever like Carlos, and I really wish you’d stop pushing the subject."

"Look, you don't have to be his best friend or something," Oscar intervened, "Just promise me you won't punch him when you see him in the paddock after the summer break."

"No promises."

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Going to Jimmy'z the last day of the summer break was a tradition among the drivers at this point.

You looked forward to it, for you, nothing could beat a night of loud music, drinks and friends. You thought that was the reason you got along with Lando and quickly became best friends.

“Ready to tear up the dance floor?” Lando shouted over the music, giving you smirk

“Always!” you replied, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the center of the action, Oscar and Lily being their introvert selves decided to stay at the table with some of your friends.

After a few songs, you returned to the table to catch your breath and order another round of drinks.

Oscar looked up from his conversation with Lily and smiled as you approached.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” you replied, taking a seat next to him. “You two should join us on the dance floor.”

Lily laughed softly. “Maybe later. Right now, we’re enjoying people-watching.”

“Suit yourselves,” you said, shrugging, "I'm going to the bar, does anyone want anything?"

Oscar shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm good."

"I'll have another gin and tonic," Lily said, giving you a warm smile.

"Got it," you replied, turning towards the bar.

As you made your way through the crowded club, you found an open spot at the bar and flagged down the bartender. As you waited for your drinks, you felt someone step up beside you. Glancing to your left, you saw the last person you wanted to run into tonight... or ever.

Carlos Sainz was standing there with what you called his "resting bitch face" and acting like he owned the place.

You knew chances of him being at Jimmy'z for the last day of the summer break were high and you had decided earlier that you were just going to ignore him for the night if you ever ran into him. After all, you were there to have fun, not to get into a confrontation. But you were known for being short-tempered, a stark contrast to your brother's laid-back demeanor.

When you heard Carlos order his drink without so much as a “please,” you couldn't help but call him out.

"Whiskey, neat," he ordered, his tone clipped and lacking any form of politeness, his Spanish accent that you found absolutely irritating coming through.

“A 'please' would be nice, you know,” you interjected.

Carlos turned to you, his brow furrowing. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you replied coolly. “It's not hard to be polite.”

"Do I know you?" Carlos stared at you for a moment before recognition dawned. “Oh you're Piastri's sister, aren't you?”

“That I am,” you confirmed, your tone equally cold.

“Figures," Carlos scoffed, shaking his head, "You’re the one who sent me that lovely message on Twitter.”

“You deserved every word,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Did I now?” Carlos leaned closer, his expression hardening. “You don't even know the whole story. You just assume I'm the bad guy because of Oscar."

“I know enough,” you shot back. “I know you never take responsibility for your actions. You always blame someone else.”

“And what about you?," Carlos’s jaw tightened, "Hiding behind your keyboard, throwing insults. That's real mature.”

“Someone had to say it,” you replied, refusing to back down. “You can't just go around acting like you're untouchable.”

“And you can't go around thinking you're some kind of vigilante,” Carlos retorted. “Can't your little brother handle things himself?.”

“Maybe if you weren't such a jerk, people wouldn't have to call you out,” you snapped, feeling your temper flare.

Carlos sighed, clearly frustrated. “Look, I don't have time for this. Just stay out of my way, alright?”

“Gladly,” you replied, turning away from him.

When you rejoined your friends, they noticed your tense expression. Lando shot you a questioning look, but you just shook your head.

"Ask you bestie," you simply said and Lando threw his head back in frustration, once again, he was in the middle of his two best friends tension.

“I’ll talk to him," Lando said, sipping on his drink.

"Don't bother, he's a bitch."

Later that night, Lando found Carlos near the dancefloor chatting with some friends. He pulled him aside, needing to get to the bottom of the latest incident.

“What happened with YN now?” Lando asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

Carlos shrugged before speaking, “I was minding my own business, ordering a drink, and she just came at me."

“And?” Lando raised an eyebrow.

“And she’s just so immature and arrogant,” Carlos continued, “She’s always ready to pick a fight over the smallest things. It’s embarrassing.”

Lando shook his head. “Look, Carlos, YN is protective of Oscar. She sees you two butting heads and she gets defensive. It’s not ideal, but it’s not like she’s completely unreasonable.”

“Well, she sure seems unreasonable to me," Carlos crossed his arms, "I don’t know how you deal with it.”

Lando sighed. “She’s my friend, and so are you. I wish you two could just get along, but I know that’s asking a lot. Just... try to give her a bit of slack, alright? She’s not a bad person.”

"She's insufferable."

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The Ferrari hospitality was the last place you wanted to be during a Grand Prix, the mere thought of it being the place where Sainz (or as you liked to call him, the little bitch), was most likely to be kept you away from it.

However, Alex told you to meet her there after the Qualifying so you could leave together for dinner. Oscar and Lando already left with the rest of the team, so you had no choice but to wait for your friend.

"Looking for someone, hermosa?" your eyes immediately rolled without even turning around to see who was speaking, the thick Spanish accent that you despised filling your ears.

"Not for you, that's for sure," you said, not even bothering to face him.

"Are you sure? Because this is not the McLaren garage, did your little bro finally kick you out or something?"

"Sainz," you retorted sharply, finally turning to face him, "Shouldn't you be busy making excuses for your next mediocre performance on track?"

"Ah, always so angry, Piastri," he chuckled, unfazed by your hostility, "Maybe you're just frustrated because you're not getting enough attention. I could help with that."

"I don't need or want anything from you," you shot back, your voice laced with irritation.

Carlos leaned casually against a nearby wall, his smirk widening. "Come on, hermosa, you know you've got a temper. Maybe you just need to let off some steam."

Hermosa, the word he used often when he wanted to get to your skin. When you first heard it, you had no idea of what it meant. You were never good at learning Spanish growing up. But after a quick google translation search you found out that it meant beautiful. And for some reason you felt like throwing up.

"Believe me, Sainz, you're the last person I'd ever turn to," you replied icily, folding your arms across your chest, "And don't call me that."

He chuckled again, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You wondered how Lando could be friends with him when he was nothing but an arrogant little bitch, and you cursed Alexandra for taking so long to get her stuff from hospitality.

"I hope you know that you have some serious issues, Sainz," you said, your patience wearing thin as his cocky stare weighted on you.

"Issues? Me?," Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your anger, "I think you're the one with the problem, querida. Like I said, maybe you need to get laid. I could help you with that, your brother won't find out."

Your eyes narrowed, your blood boiled to the point where you could feel your skin burning up. If it wasn't for the all the people around, you swore you could've punched him.

You took a step closer to him, your voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "I hope your car sets itself on fire so you're not able to race tomorrow."

Carlos's smirk only widened, he was well aware that he got into your skin and he enjoyed every minute of it. Before he could respond, Alex finally appeared, her eyes flicking between the two of you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Ready to go?" she asked, sensing the tension.

"More than ready," you replied, shooting Carlos one last glare before turning to leave with Alex.

The next day, news spread quickly through the paddock that Carlos' car had suffered a mechanical failure during the warm-up, rendering him unable to compete in the Qatar Grand Prix. Meanwhile, Oscar had won the Sprint and finished P2 in the race.

Karma got that little bitch, you thought to yourself

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The end of the 2023 season was a blur of celebrations, laughter, and champagne showers. Oscar had closed off the season as the Rookie of the Year and you couldn't be more proud of him, you were grateful you got to be by his side through it.

And of course, with the end of the season a celebration at Jimmy'z was in order, all drivers, their girlfriends and friends pulling up to Monaco for one last night of partying before the winter break.

You had stuck close to Lando and Oscar for most of the evening, since it was a special occasion, you decided not to hold back with your drinking and have as much fun as you wanted, Lando being your partner in crime as always.

So by 2 a.m, you were pretty drunk, not to the point where you couldn't stand on your own feet, but drunk enough to make a couple of bad decisions.

With that thought on your mind, you decided that it was time to find your brother or best friend and call it a night. But for some reason, both of them were nowhere to be found.

Stumbling through the crowded dance floor, you made your way toward the back of the club, hoping to spot them. The alleyway was dark and you couldn't see a single thing, but they weren't definitely back there.

"Fancy seeing you here, hermosa," a voice behind drawled, almost making you jump.

"What the actual fuck!" you said, holding a hand to your chest.

Of course it was fucking Carlos Sainz, once again

"You scared the hell out of me!" you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him, "Do you hide in dark alleyways like a creep all the time?"

"Slow down, hermosa, why are you so angry all the time?" his Spanish accent was thicker than usual, a clear sign that he was as tipsy as you were.

"I'm not in the mood for your games tonight," you retorted, trying to brush past him.

"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble," he said, blocking your path with an easy grace. "Though you do seem to find me wherever you go."

"Only because you insist on being everywhere I am," you shot back, folding your arms over your chest.

"Or maybe you just can't resist my charm," he teased, leaning casually against the wall.

"Charm? Is that what you call it?" you scoffed, "More like arrogance and an inflated ego."

"Arrogance? No. Confidence? Absolutely," he replied with a smirk, "And I think you secretly like it."

"You're delusional," you muttered, feeling the alcohol clouding your judgment. "I can't stand you."

"Is that so?" he said, stepping closer. "Because you seem pretty invested in this conversation for someone who supposedly hates me."

True

"Maybe because you won't let me leave," you said, your voice rising in frustration.

"Or maybe because you've spent the entire season trying to get my attention by being rude to me and blasting me on social media, calling me a little bitch and all."

"I was defending Oscar," you snapped. "You kept messing with him on track. Someone had to call you out."

Carlos shook his head, his cocky smirk even bigger now. "It was never about Oscar, and you know it."

"God, I hate you," you said, ready to walk away but he blocked your way one more time.

"No, you don't," he replied, a knowing smile on his lips. "You just hate that you can't help but get all hot and bothered whenever I'm around."

"You're really are such a little bitch," you spat, but even as the words left your mouth, you felt a strange thrill.

"And you're a firecracker, Piastri. That's what makes this so fun."

"You're so full of yourself," you retorted, but the words lacked their usual bite. The alcohol was making it hard to keep up your defenses, and Carlos's close proximity was doing strange things to your resolve.

"Maybe," he conceded, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But I think you like it more than you let on."

Before you could argue back, Carlos took another step closer, his body almost pressing against yours. The tension between you crackled like electricity, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself unable to pull away.

"You're infuriating," you muttered, your heart pounding in your chest.

"And you," he said, his breath warm against your ear, "are insufferable."

Without another word, he closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a fierce, almost desperate kiss. It was a collision of anger, frustration, and undeniable chemistry, and you couldn't help but respond in kind.

Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

What the hell was happening?

For a moment, all the animosity, all the bickering, melted away. It was messy, it was intense, and it was everything you hadn't realized you wanted.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you could see the same mix of surprise and desire reflected in Carlos' eyes.

Before either of you could say anything, you were interrupted by Lando's voice calling out your name. You quickly stepped back, putting some distance between you and Carlos as Lando approached, a curious look on his face.

"Everything okay here?" Lando asked, glancing between the two of you.

"Just fine," you replied, giving Carlos a final, challenging look. "Just fine."

Carlos nodded, his smirk returning. "See you around, Piastri."

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Formula 1 was back and in full swing. And with that your "nepo sister" privileges, which included traveling with Oscar for races came back too.

You were excited for this season, Oscar was no longer a rookie and he had a lot to prove, and you couldn't wait to see him rise to the challenge.

In addition to that, this season was going to be extra interesting, since the news of your least favorite driver on the grid (or at least the one you swore you hated) being replaced by Lewis Hamilton in Ferrari were announced a few weeks prior.

"Did you hear the news?" Oscar asked, making his way to you.

"What news?" you replied, setting down your coffee cup.

"Lewis Hamilton is moving to Ferrari next season," Oscar said, watching your reaction closely.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? So the little bitch is out?"

Oscar nodded. "Yeah, it's going to be an interesting season."

Carlos Sainz was both a source of irritation and inexplicable attraction. You had tried to push the memory of that kiss at Jimmy'z to the back of your mind all winter long, but you just couldn't stop thinking about it.

Plus, Lando was firm on his mission of making wither of you confess that apparently you "liked each other", which made ignoring the whole situation even harder.

You just hoped that he would keep it chill this season, not bothering either you or Oscar so you could just pretend he didn't exist.

With that thought on your mind, you made your way back to the hotel. You spent the day exploring around Bahrain with Oscar and Lando, and now you were ready to unwind in your room. The boys deciding to spend a few more hours walking around before heading back.

Once in the lobby, you stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for your floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a familiar hand slipped in, forcing them open.

Carlos Sainz stepped inside, his ever-present smirk firmly in place.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, they say.

"Not going to say hello, querida?" he said after a few seconds of complete silence from you, leaning against the elevator wall.

"Carlos. Still popping up where you're least wanted, I see," you rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest.

"Missed you too, Piastri," he chuckled, pushing off the wall to stand closer you, "How was your break?"

"Great, thanks for asking," you replied coolly. "Did you enjoy yours, planning how to be a pain to other drivers this season too?"

"Is that really how you want to start our first conversation of the season?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, "I though we've left that in the past, specially after what happened at the end of last year."

You tensed at his statement. More than once during the break, you wondered if he remembered what happened that night. He was as drunk was you were, if not more, so you convinced yourself that he had forgotten about it.

"I don't remember much from that night. Must have been the champagne."

Carlos leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. "Oh, I think you remember perfectly well. Especially the kiss."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your expression neutral. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Playing dumb doesn't suit you," he said with a chuckle. "But fine, we'll pretend it never happened. For now."

"Good," you replied sharply. "Because I have no intention of discussing it."

"Maybe you're playing dumb because you want me to kiss you again," Carlos teased, making you throw your head back in frustration.

"I'd rather choke on my own spit, little bitch,"

"Ahh, missed hearing that," Carlos said, his tone cocky and satisfied with your frustration. You mentally cursed the elevator for taking so long to get to your fucking floor.

"You know what? I hope you don't find a seat for next season at all. You act like a total peacock when everyone knows you're basically unemployed right now," you spitted out before you could even think twice.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, his expression momentarily serious. "Low blow, Piastri. Even for you."

You held his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down. "Just stating the obvious."

The elevator finally dinged, announcing your floor, and you stepped out swiftly, eager to end the conversation before it could escalate further.

Carlos Sainz had a way of getting under your skin like no one else, and the season had only just begun.

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It was a sunny day in Melbourne, and the paddock was buzzing with excitement. The Australian Grand Prix was always a favorite, and this year was no exception.

You felt good to be back home, you always felt proud when you saw Oscar on the track, but seeing him racing in your home country was something even more special.

Carlos was also back from his emergency surgery and ready to race again. And even though you would never admit it out loud, you were relieved to see him back and healthy. The news of his appendicitis had shocked you more than you’d expected, and you’d found yourself genuinely concerned about his wellbeing.

I'm just being a decent human being, you tried to convince yourself, It would be really scary if that happened to Oscar or Lando.

Walking through the paddock, you looked for a familiar face to hang out with before it was time for the track action to start, spotting Lando's back talking to someone you couldn't quite identify, you decided to approach him.

As you got closer, Lando shifted slightly, revealing the person he was talking to, Carlos.

He looked well, a healthy glow back in his cheeks, his smile easy and relaxed. He was wearing his team gear, the Ferrari red suiting him perfectly. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and despite the casual setting, he looked effortlessly handsome for someone who had a major surgery just two weeks ago.

Your stomach did a little flip. You hated to admit it, but lately your hatred towards Carlos had cooled down. Maybe it was the memory of that kiss, seeing him vulnerable after his surgery or the fact that he had been decent to Oscar so far. You couldn't deny that there was something about him that made you feel… softer.

However, you decided to ignore those thoughts and feelings every time they got to your head, because at the end of the day, there was no way he could ever feel or think the same way. It was better to keep hating each other.

Lando noticed you approaching and gave you a teasing grin. "Hey, YN! Look who’s back from the dead!"

Carlos turned to face you, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "Hey, Piastri," he greeted with a warm smile. "Back to your home turf, huh?"

"Yeah," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the flutter in your chest. "It feels good to be back."

Lando gave Carlos a pat on the shoulder. "I'll catch up with you later, mate," he said, winking at you before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.

You stood there for a moment, awkward silence filling the air. Maybe he was still tired from what he had been through, but he didn't show any signs of cockiness or wanting to annoy you this time.

"You look well," you finally said, your voice softer than usual. "I'm glad you're back."

Carlos chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I heard you were worried about me."

"Don't let it go to your head," you replied quickly, though the usual bite in your tone was missing. You felt a bit embarrassed that he knew, "I’m just being a decent human being."

"Of course," Carlos said, his voice nonchalant, "Decent human being, sure."

"I’m serious," you insisted, though your voice lacked the usual edge. "But I am glad you’re okay. It must have been scary."

Carlos’s expression softened. "It was. But I had good doctors, and I’m ready to race again. Thanks for worrying."

There was silence again, and you noticed that this was the first time you and Carlos had an interaction that didn't include biting each other's heads off.

It felt nice.

"Well," you said after a minute of silence, "don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you had surgery. You're still on my watch."

"Wouldn’t have it any other way," Carlos smirked, "But for the record, it’s nice to see you care, even if you won’t admit it."

"Don't push your luck, Sainz," you warned, but there was a hint of playfulness in your voice.

"I wouldn't dare, Piastri."

"I should get going," you said, pointing towards the McLaren hospitality, "Good luck out there."

As you turned to walk away, Carlos's voice stopped you in your tracks.

You glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in question.

"You know, this is the first time you don't call me a little bitch," Carlos said, a small playing on his face.

"What, you miss it already? Does it turn you own?"

"Maybe a little," Carlos chuckled, "Keeps things interesting."

You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread across your face.

"Well, good luck out there, little bitch."

You didn't wait to see his reaction, but you knew he was grinning from ear to ear.

Later that day, Carlos crossed the finish line first and won the Australian Grand Prix, sending the crowd into a frenzy. You watched as Carlos celebrated on the podium, spraying champagne with Lando and Charles and holding up the winner's trophy with pride.

You swore you played it cool, but everyone around you noticed the huge smile on your face.

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"You're not my best friend," Lando said, sitting on the plush couch of your hotel room, watching as you put a sweatshirt on, "You've been replaced with an alien or an evil twin, there's no way you're YN Piastri."

"Can you quit being dramatic," you rolled your eyes at him, "It's no big deal."

"You're grabbing sushi with Carlos Sainz," he stressed, moving his hands to emphasize, "You hate Carlos Sainz, it's been an issue for me for the last year because both of you force me to pick sides and I have to make sure you don't kill each other. And now you're suddenly going on dates."

"This is not a date," you protested, "Don't even say that out loud, it's gross."

"Then what is it? Because he asked you out and you said yes, that's literally a date."

You didn't give him a reply right away, hiding behind your your busy hands as you pretended to adjust your sweatshirt.

Truth was, you didn’t have an answer, at least not one that made sense. You couldn't blame Lando for thinking you've been replaced with someone else, because you'd never accept anything from Carlos last year, let alone willingly grab dinner with him.

But here you were, about to head out to meet him.

"I just want free dinner," you shrugged, "And he offered to buy it, so I'm taking advantage of it."

"Sure, free dinner," Lando gave you a skeptical look, crossing his arms, "Because you’ve never had other options for free dinner before, right? Your brother is rich, he could buy you whatever you want."

You huffed, trying to sound annoyed but feeling a bit defensive. "It's just sushi, Lando. Stop making it a big deal."

"You know, it's okay if you like him," he said, his tone genuine. "I mean, I get why you're hesitant, but it's fine to have feelings for someone, even if it's Carlos Sainz."

"Are you out of your mind?" you immediately said, your voice sharper than intended, "We're talking about the little bitch, what on earth makes you think that I could have feelings for him other than disgust and irritation."

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're getting ready to get dinner with him, or that you were on the edge of your seat worrying the entire time he was recovering from the surgery, or the time I almost caught you kiss-"

"God, just shut up," you interrupted him, "Oscar would understand. He knows I'm never going to get all lovey-dovey over Carlos."

"Oscar might buy whatever you tell him," Lando raised an eyebrow, "But that doesn't mean you're being honest with yourself. It's not the end of the world to admit you might have a crush."

"I do not have a crush on him," you insisted, your cheeks heating up. "It's just... complicated."

"Complicated how?" Lando pressed, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks pretty straightforward. You’re intrigued by him, he’s intrigued by you, and you both can’t seem to stay away from each other."

You let his words sink in, Lando might be a year younger than you, and often perceived as a carefree guy who didn't have a serious bone in his body. But in reality, he was a very wise person who understood the complexities of situations better than most.

That was one of the reasons why he was your best friend.

"Look, it’s not that simple," you sighed, rubbing your temples, "We have history, and not the good kind. I don't trust him, and I don’t think he trusts me either. We're just… trying to be civil for once."

"That's good," Lando stood up from the couch, sitting beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "Honestly I was tired of dealing with your constant bickering, if you didn't kiss and make up on your own, I was going to lock you up in a closet until you resolved it."

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After a nice dinner and a couple of drinks, you and Carlos walked back to the hotel. The sushi had been surprisingly good, and the conversation… surprisingly pleasant.

The bickering between you was still present, but this time it wasn't harsh or spiteful, it was playful and and light-hearted. The tension that usually accompanied your interactions had lessened, and you actually acted friendly towards each other.

"I still can't believe you made me try that weird seaweed thing," you said, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked.

"You loved it, admit it," Carlos chuckled.

"Maybe a little," you conceded with a small smile, "How did you know this place anyways?"

"I like reading restaurant reviews online," he shrugged, "It's a random hobby of mine, and I'm going to need those in case I don't have a job next year."

You paused, his words sinking in. Carlos joked about it, but you knew the uncertainty of his future in Formula 1 must be horrible. The sport is cutthroat, and the thought of not finding a seat to race must be weighing on him heavily. It made you think about Oscar, and how that could happen to him too.

"I'm sorry for saying that I hope you don't find a seat next season," you blurted out, feeling a pang of guilt. "You're right, that was low, even for me."

"Are you really apologizing, Piastri?" he teased, "First you cared about my health, now you apologize. What's next? You'll stop calling me a little bitch?"

You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice behind it. "Don't push your luck, Sainz. Just take the apology and run with it."

"Alright, I'll take it," Carlos laughed, a genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat, "You must be praying I stay just so you have an excuse to argue with me, aren't you?"

"Don't flatter yourself," you shot back, grinning. "I can argue with anyone."

"But you like arguing with me the most," he said, his voice softening.

You didn't reply, the truth in his words making your heart race. From the corner of your eye, you saw the satisfied grin on his face.

Soon enough you reached the hotel lobby, and once you walked through the doors you spotted Charles and Alexandra by the reception desk.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Charles called out, drawing the attention of Alex, who looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"Just coming back from dinner," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. "What are you two up to?"

"We were just about to head up," Alexandra said, linking her arm with Charles's. "How was dinner?"

"Surprisingly good," Carlos said, glancing at you with a smirk.

Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "This is new. You two actually getting along?"

"Don't get used to it," you said, rolling your eyes. "I just wanted free dinner."

"Right," Charles said, not convinced. "Well, we're heading up, you coming?"

You all piled into the elevator, the small space filled with a mix of comfortable silence and light conversation. When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out, Carlos following close behind.

"Goodnight, guys," Alex called out as the elevator doors closed, giving you a look that screamed 'TEXT ME ASAP'

Carlos walked you to your room, the hallway dimly lit and quiet. As you walked side by side, the occasional brush of his arm against yours sent small shivers down your spine.

"So, the only reason you agreed to come with me tonight was because you wanted free dinner?" Carlos asked once you reached your room.

"Exactly, what else do you think would make me want to spend an evening with you?"

Carlos chuckled, leaning against the wall beside your door. "I don't know, maybe my charming personality and good looks?"

"Charming?" you raised your eyebrows at him, "You're literally the most annoying person I know."

"Likewise, Piastri," Carlos shot back, his smirk widening, "But here we are, aren't we?"

"You really think you're that special, don't you?" you said, rolling your eyes.

"I know I am, querida," Carlos replied, stepping closer. "And you can't get enough of me."

You looked away from him, his stare suddenly becoming overwhelming. He was really close, as close as he was the night you kissed at Jimmy'z, and even thinking about it has your neck crawling away in sweat.

"See? You can't even deny it." Carlos grinned, his eyes locking onto yours again, his voice dropping an octave as he took another step closer.

"Don't get any ideas," you warned, but your heart was racing, and you were sure he could hear it.

"I can't help it," he said softly, his face now inches from yours. "You bring out the best in me, Piastri."

"I still hate you," you whispered, your breath hitching as he leaned in even closer.

"No, you don't," Carlos whispered back, his lips brushing against yours.

Before you could protest, he closed the distance and kissed you. It was gentle at first, tentative, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. But when you didn't, the kiss deepened, becoming more intense and filled with a raw passion that took your breath away.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you kissed him back, losing yourself in the moment. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, a small smile playing on Carlos's lips.

"Goodnight, Piastri," he whispered, his voice husky.

Unable to move from your spot, you watched him walk through the corridor and disappear into the elevator doors, your mind still blurry about what happened just seconds ago.

You were fucked.

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A playlist full of pop classics played as you got ready for Lando's millionth win celebration.

He took the win at the Miami Grand Prix and the next following days were full of partying and champagne. You were beyond happy for him, and willing to put up with his multiple celebrations of his well deserved win.

This time, the setting was not that over the top, just a casual dinner at his place in Monaco with his close friends.

"Can I come in?" you heard after a knock on Oscar's guest bedroom, the place where you stayed when visiting Monaco.

"Sure," you replied, quickly meeting with your brother's figure.

Oscar entered the room, a casual grin on his face. He glanced around before his eyes settled on you. "Are you almost ready?"

"Yeah," you replied, adjusting an earring. "I hope this is Lando's last celebration, I can't keep up anymore.

"He's definitely on a roll," Oscar chuckled, "You know, Carlos is going to be there."

"I know," you said, looking away from him for a moment and trying to keep your tone nonchalant.

"You do?" Oscar raised a eyebrow.

"He's Lando's best friend, Osc, it's obvious he'll be there."

Oscar nodded slowly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Right, of course. But you two have been getting close lately, haven't you? You didn't even come for his neck after Miami, and you always do that."

You sighed, knowing where this conversation was heading. There was no denying that there was something between you and Carlos, your friends might not know about the times you've kissed, but they definitely noticed the shift in your behavior towards each other.

You found yourself enjoying his company, looking forward to catch a glimpse of him every weekend and craving his touch. You don't know if he feels the same way, but the way he looks at you and finds ways to get you alone tells you he does.

Admitting this to Oscar felt like crossing a line, even though he had always encouraged you to be open about your feelings.

"We're just… getting along better. That's all," you muttered, "And you asked me to behave on social media this season, I'm trying to do that."

"That's bullshit, YN," Oscar shook his head, a teasing smile forming on his lips, "Come on, admit it. Maybe the real reason you didn't attack him this time is because you like him."

"Oscar, we're not having this conversation," you quickly became defensive, "I don't know why everyone insist on something that's far from the truth. I don't like Sainz."

"Sis, it's okay if you like him," Oscar said, his tone gentle but insistent. "You don't have to hide it from me."

You looked away, feeling conflicted. Ever since you first met Carlos, there was something about him that intrigued you, however, you were too caught up in convincing yourself that he would never see you as more than his brand new rival's sister. Things getting worse when his incidents with Oscar on track started and you took that as an opportunity to be reckless to him.

It was a self defense mechanism for your own feelings.

"It's complicated, okay?" you said, feeling vulnerable but knowing you could trust him, "We spent last year coming from each other's necks all the time, but now he's nice to me and I am too, we spend time together, we kiss. But at the same time, I feel like I can't trust him, that he's going to switch to little bitch mode again and I'll end up feeling stupid for potentially catching feelings."

"Holy shit you've kissed!" Oscar said, his eyes widening, "Lando was right all along."

"Oh god, I shouldn't have said anything," you threw your head back in frustration.

"Sorry, sorry," he put his hands up in defense, "But It's okay to feel confused. You can talk to me, you know. I'm your brother, and I just want you to be happy. I can tell that this is really bothering you."

You sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I just don't know what to do, Osc. One minute I think I might actually like him, and the next I'm terrified of getting hurt."

"Look, I know Carlos can be intense on track, but off track? He's a good guy," Oscar sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders, "When he's not trying to push me off the track, he's really supportive and a nice guy. There's a reason why Lando adores him. Plus, maybe he's figuring things out too."

You leaned into Oscar's side, grateful for his comforting presence. "Do you really think so?"

"Yeah, I do," Oscar nodded reassuringly. "And you deserve to give yourself a chance at happiness. If Carlos could make you happy, then why not see where it goes?"

"When did you become so wise?" you teased, giving him a small smile, "You're supposed to be my annoying little brother who picks his nose and runs around the house."

"Hey, I can be wise when I want to be," Oscar chuckled, giving you a playful shove, "But don't worry, I'll always be your annoying little brother, nose-picking and all."

You laughed, feeling some of the tension ease from your shoulders. "Thanks, Osc. I needed this."

"Anytime, sis," Oscar said warmly, giving you a quick hug. "Now, come on. Lando is probably drunk already and we haven't made it to his house yet."

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username1 so iconic tbh

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username4 carlos sainz and yn piastri the ultimate enemies to lovers lowkey

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You're not sure how it happened, but Carlos' arm laid casually in the back of your chair as you chatted with those around you. His fingers gently brushed your bare shoulder from time to time, his thigh pressed to yours under the table.

Maybe it was the couple glasses of champagne you both had, you're not sure. But you definitely didn't want to move from your spot.

No one dared to say anything about it, but your friends had teasing grins at the sight. You knew you'll have to deal with them later, but you decided to ignore it for the night.

"Alright, I think I'm calling it a night," Oscar said as he got up from his chair, Lando immediately booed, "Are you coming, YN?"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, you definitely didn't want to leave yet, feeling too comfortable in Carlos' presence. In addition to that, you haven't had a chance to get him alone, and that was enough to not want the night to end.

After a minute of silence from you, Carlos spoke up, "I can give her a ride home if she doesn't want to leave yet," he offered, his voice smooth and nonchalant.

"Oh, a private chauffeur service now, Carlos? How fancy," Max teased from across the table, making the entire group laugh.

Oscar hesitated, glancing between you and Carlos, his protective instincts kicking in. "Are you okay with that, YN?"

"Yeah, I'm okay with it," you met Oscar's eyes and nodded, "Or I can just crash here, Lando is too drunk to notice anyway, don't want to cause much trouble."

"It's really no trouble," he insisted, his hand still resting gently on your shoulder. "I'll make sure you get home safely."

Oscar seemed to relax a bit, though you could tell he was still a little uneasy. "Alright then. Just... be careful, okay?"

"Don't worry, Osc," you replied, standing up and giving him a quick hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

As Oscar left, the group continued to tease and laugh. You always enjoyed when the drivers were in a casual setting like this one, where they could forget about competition and teams and just hang out and have fun.

You stayed glued to Carlos the entire time, getting even closer as the night went on, you could feel your eyelids getting heavy, so you laid your head on his shoulder.

"You're falling asleep on me, hermosa," Carlos whispered to you, not moving your head from its place.

"I'm not," you protested, but at the same time you did a yawn escaped your mouth, which made Carlos laugh.

"Come on let's get you home," Carlos offered you his hand.

You took Carlos' hand, not even thinking twice about it. As you both stood to leave, your friends couldn't resist one last round of teasing.

"No funny business, Carlos," Charles called out, grinning widely. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. "We have Oscar on speed dial."

"Yeah, don't make me come after you, that's also my sister," Lando added, too drunk to even make sense.

You laughed, waving goodbye to everyone as you and Carlos made your way out. The cool night air was refreshing as you walked to his car, your hand still in his.

The drive to Oscar's place was quiet but comfortable. Carlos kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console close to you. You found yourself stealing glances at him, admiring the way the streetlights played over his features.

At one point, Carlos glanced over and caught you staring. "You're staring," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

You felt your cheeks heat up but didn't look away. "Maybe I am," you replied, a teasing edge in your voice. "You have a problem with that?"

"Not at all, Piastri. Not at all."

When you arrived at Oscar's place, Carlos parked the car but you made no move to get out. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension.

"Are you ready to stop pretending we hate each other?" Carlos asked suddenly, his voice low and earnest. "Because I am."

His words hung in the air, causing your heart to skip a beat. The intensity in his gaze made it clear he wasn't playing around or teasing you. He was being real and serious.

You took a deep breath, your eyes locking onto his. "Yeah, I am."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss. His hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a mix of tenderness and hunger. The world outside the car ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the way his kiss made you feel.

Carlos' other hand found its way to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he pressed you closer. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding on as if letting go meant losing this moment forever.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. Carlos' eyes searched yours, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"But… I'm not ready to stop calling you a little bitch, though."

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Safe Space - Seth Jarvis

a/n: finished this in like three hours :) short and sweet <3

prompt 45: "You can stay here, if you'd like."

word count: ~1.6k

Today was not going your way. You had a terrible day at work, which of course put you in a bad mood for the remainder of the afternoon. When you finally arrived home, your best friend and roommate decided it was the perfect time to pick a fight over something so small, but because you were in a bad mood, it blew up to be much bigger than it needed to be.

At some point in the fight, it turned simply petty. You were going off on her about how she doesn’t clean up her things half of the time, she retaliates by saying you rarely dust or wipe things down like the microwave. Most of it was untrue, for the most part, but both of you were spewing insults and throwing hurtful words at each other at this point, and it was getting to be too much.

After a small break in the conversation, you let out a soft sigh, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. You grab your phone and keys again, mumbling that you were taking some time to cool off before slamming the door behind you.

Getting back in your car, you drive in the direction of Seth’s place. You didn’t know if he’d even be home or not, or if he’d be okay with you just showing up, but you didn’t know where else to go or who else to turn to.

You and Seth have been seeing each other for a short while, nothing too serious, you’ve been on a few dates so far and you’ve known each other for a month. It was a long shot in hoping he’d be fine with you coming over uninvited and crying, but it was worth a try.

With a soft knock on his door, you wait for him to open it. When he does, his face lights up for a moment, realizing that it’s you, but then falls when he sees the state that you’re in, the tears streaming down your cheeks, lip quivering.

“Hi,” you murmur, shuffling your feet awkwardly. “I’m sorry for showing up, but I didn’t know where else to go.”

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” His voice is kind and filled with worry. He immediately lets you in and closes the door behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

The second you are pressed to his chest, you are sobbing loudly into his shoulder, your hands balling up his shirt in your fists, attempting to clutch to him for safety and comfort. He’s taken aback by your sudden outburst, but doing his best to keep his cool and offer you a safe space.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he whispers in your ear, his hand gently running over your hair and down your back, trailing up and down your spine. “You’re gonna be okay.”

You listen to the sound of his voice and take some deep breaths to ease your cries. The two of you stay put for a moment, Seth giving you time to calm down and allow you time to speak when you are ready.

Finally, you pull away and go to wipe your cheeks, but Seth beats you to it, cupping your tear-stained face and wiping your heated skin with the pads of his thumbs. He frowns upon seeing your swollen, sad eyes, a small huff passing his lips and hitting your face.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” He asks carefully. You nod and he hums, guiding you over to the couch and taking your hand in his. As you sit next to him, he keeps a hold on your hand, squeezing it every so often.

“I got in a fight with my best friend,” your voice strained, due to your crying. Seth groans and keeps silent for the time being, letting you express your thoughts. “It’s the worst fight we’ve had, and I’m not even sure what happened. But work was awful today and then I got home and she was angry and-and-” You could feel your emotions getting the best of you, another round of tears welling up in your eyes.

Seth moves to sit right beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and caressing your arm soothingly.

“What was the fight about?” He wonders.

“I don’t even remember,” you sniffle, your hand wiping the tears that were spilling down your cheeks again. “I think she was upset that I forgot to buy something at the grocery store when I went shopping, which I understand, but it doesn’t mean I’m the worst person in the world.”

“No, it doesn’t. She might not have had a good day either and was looking forward to it, but came home and realized there was none. I’ve definitely had that happen before with my brother. One time, he ate my leftovers from my favorite restaurant. I spent all afternoon at school thinking about going home and eating the rest of it for dinner, I was so looking forward to it. Only to walk in our house and find him on the couch eating it.”

“How did you react?” Seth laughs as he remembers the memory with his older brother.

“I tackled him,” he simply states. You gasp and let out a small chuckle, perfectly imagining just how that scene played out. “And then I forced him to drive to the restaurant and buy me more for dinner. Our parents weren’t happy but I was so disappointed.” You shake your head and smile at the man you’ve known for a short while, appreciating the fact that he was trying his hardest to take your mind off the situation by telling you funny stories and memories.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure they loved coming home and finding that.”

“They told me off so bad when they found out, but I was so upset that he ate my food. It wasn’t his.”

“How old were you?”

“I was like thirteen, I think. My brother was seventeen, so he had his license and everything. I made him drive my dad’s car there when he got home and was distracted. I had a list of what to get and everything. My dad was not happy.” You chuckle once more and gaze over at Seth, your mood having already lifted in just a short amount of time.

“So what you’re saying is I should go and buy it to make up for things?” You circle back to the reason you are here with him in the first place.

“You could, if she didn’t go out and get it herself. But, that wasn’t the point of my story, I was just trying to offer some insight and get your mind off of it,” he shrugs, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. Your eyes flutter closed for a moment, enjoying the feel of his touch.

“I kinda don’t want to go home. I wanted to shower and lay in bed after the day I had, and now I’m in an argument with my best friend and I don’t know how to fix it.”

“You don’t have to go home,” he states. “You can stay here, if you’d like.”

Seth sounds incredibly nervous, even going as far to avoid eye contact with you as he offers it. You two hadn’t crossed this sort of moment in your budding relationship yet, and he was terrified that you’d reject him. 

“Are you sure?” You sit up from his grip to look at him, wondering if he’s truly serious.

“Yeah. I don’t really have any like, body wash or hair products that you’d like, but you’re more than welcome to shower and borrow some of my clothes. I know what it’s like getting in a fight with someone and wanting to distance yourself for a bit. You’re more than welcome to stay here for the night, promise”

Your heart soars in your chest as he speaks, still quite shy and worried over it. His eyes finally meet yours and he grins sweetly, silently telling you that he’s happy to have you here.

“Alright. Show me how your shower works, Jarvis.”

Once you were showered and dressed in a Canes shirt and a pair of sweats, you rejoin Seth in the living room, finding that he was holding  your phone in his hands. You narrow your eyes at him and plop down next to him, quirking an eyebrow at him in question.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop, but it lit up with a notification and I thought it was mine.” He hands you your phone and you notice that it’s a text from your friend.

Sighing softly, you open it and read over it, your teeth tugging at your bottom lip in focus.

“She apologized and said she hopes I’m somewhere safe,” your shoulders drop in relief. Seth smiles as you repeat the message, waiting as you type out a response back to her. “I told her I’m with you for the night and I’ll be back sometime tomorrow.”

“I’m glad things worked out, darling,” he whispers, pulling you back to lay in his arms. He throws a blanket over your laps and starts playing a movie, one of your favorites that you mentioned on your first date, that he remembered.

“Thanks for letting me stay here,” you whisper out after a while of laying there on the couch with him. His hand was slowly running up and down your back, easing your nerves and calming you after such a rough day.

“Anytime, baby. I’m always gonna be here for you,” he whispers back, kissing your forehead once more. “You’re too cute to say no to.”

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The placement of that tag 😁 What have you o tried to cover Cama 😁