Hello my stars! This is a masterlist for my works, inside and outside tumblr. I transferred accounts from @eishileclerc04 to here! That account will be inactive and I'll be moving here. But I decided not to delete the fics I made there but instead just link it here.
ANNOUNCEMENT (7.05.2026): Because of gettijg a job, My Request and New Works will be slow to update as I'm busy right now, I will slowly make them but it will take time during my limited free time, Hope you all understand!
Credit for Dividers: @enchanthings
Hockey Fics are in @rosiel-smith04
Open for Request and Asks!!!
(Request is open for any F1 drivers and Marco Bezzecchi, Pepe Marti, can also do F2, F3, Indy, Motogp but I need to check them out before doing them so I actually know them. No smut cause I can't write smut to save my life.)
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Platonic F1 x Reader / Retired Drivers
Red Bull Racing
Max Verstappen
Yuki Tsunoda
Mercedes
George Russell
Kimi Antonelli
Williams
Alexander Albon
Carlos Sainz
Ferrari
Charles Leclerc
Lewis Hamilton
McLaren
Oscar Piastri
Lando Norris
Aston Martin
Lance Stroll (Won't be making any works for him)
Fernando Alonso
Racing Bulls
Liam Lawson
Isack Hadjar
Arvid Linblad
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Ollie Bearman
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AO3 - Zerobaseone (10), Katekyo Hitman Reborn and Tokyo Revengers Crossover (1), Formula 1 (9)
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Thinking about vcarb nikola tsolov and the vcarb admin that will not let go of the big bomboclat meme of his...
PLEASE he will never live it down 🤣 Tbf if they're not going to be able to torment Liam anymore, they have to find something else to make us laugh about
pairing: max verstappen x fem!popstar!reader
synopsis: what starts as a few paddock visits and traded lion emojis quickly accelerates into a whirlwind, highly publicized romance. Unlike her ex, Max isn't afraid of her spotlight; he proudly celebrates her in it. Part 1
note: hello, sorry for taking so long to make the second part. I thought I'd already done it, but I hadn't. Anyway, I hope you like it, and there are some changes; it doesn't happen exactly like real life!
f1
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f1 Look who dropped by the paddock today! ✨🌴🏁 Welcome to Miami, @ ynuser!
user SHES GLOWING!!! TTPD era but she looks so happy 😭
user Need to know which garage she is visiting immediately
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redbullracing
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redbullracing We have a very special guest in the garage today. Great to have you, Y/N! 🏎️💨
user THE WAY HE IS LOOKING AT HER??? HELLO???
user Max Verstappen smiling like that on a race weekend is actually unprecedented. She cast a spell on him
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maxverstappen1
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maxverstappen1 Simply lovely weekend 🏆🦁
ynuser Simply the best 🧡
redbullracing Winning on and off the track
user THE HARD LAUNCH OMG IM SCREAMING
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ynuser
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ynuser I wrote TTPD when I thought my world was ending, wrapping myself in old memories on this tour just to feel safe. But sometimes, when you least expect it, someone comes along and shows you how to drive out of the dark. This is a story about finding light at the end of the tunnel, about moving fast, and loving fiercely.
My new album, "The Life of a Showgirl", is out at midnight 🧡💚
sabrinacarpenter So incredibly proud to be a part of this 🥺💖 Let’s go Showgirls! ✨
ynuser @ sabrinacarpenter Love you so much!! We really did that 👯♀️🤍
maxverstappen1 Beautiful. So proud of you 🧡🔥
redbullracing We are streaming The Life of a Showgirl in the garage today 🎧🧡💚
user OMG IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING!!! 💗 A NO-SKIP ALBUM I CAN FEEL IT.
user Eldest Daughter is going to destroy me, I just know it. 😭 My therapist is not ready.
user CAN'T WAIT FOR Wi$h Li$t!!! The dollar signs???
user The collabs are always major 🔥 Sabrina Carpenter featured? Yes please
user The visuals are INSANE. We are not ready for this era
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maxverstappen1
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maxverstappen1 Track 7 on repeat 🤍🏆
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ynuser
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ynuser The tour continues, the music is yours, and my heart is completely full. Thank you for loving The Life of a Showgirl as much as I loved surviving it to make it for you. See you next weekend, Monaco! 🇲🇨✨
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ynuser
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ynuser In the middle of the loudest crowds and the fastest cars, I found the quietest, safest kind of love. The showgirl finally got her happy ending. A million times yes, forever 🏁🧡✨
maxverstappen1 My absolute biggest win. I love you 🦁❤️
sabrinacarpenter THE SHOUT I JUST LET OUT!!! The showgirl is getting married!!! 😭🥂💖
charles_leclerc Congratulations to you both! Welcome to Monaco 🇲🇨🙌
redbullracing From the garage to the podium, and now to forever. Congratulations Max & Y/N! 💍✨ Y/N, you’re officially stuck with us at the track now!
summary: when a certain list gets leaked, charles is not pleased
a/n: last year there was a poll on who the biggest munch was…I didn’t agree with the result and neither did @sinofwriting 😂
a/n2: this wasn’t what I thought was going to break my writers block but I’m not mad
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Bluesky
user1: where's the rest of it!!
↳user2: we need it!
user3: release the list!
user4: ok who's coming before Pierre on this???
↳user5: that's what I need to know! And it's not just the current grid too!
↳user4: right?? Because there's Arthur and mark so that means it could be ANYONE!?!
user6: c'on gossip page - we need the full list!
↳user7: this is NOT the silly season frenzy we asked for!
user8: Alex is coming before Franco?
user9: I know people are freaking out about the rest of the list but I want to talk about the numbers we do have…
↳user10: whoever wrote this is galaxy brained for putting Pierre and Daniel so close to the top
user11: I need the reasonings for isack and Arthur being so high!
↳user12: I don't know…the vibes just seem right for them being 8&9
↳user11: but before Carlos?
user13: THE REAL QUESTION IS WHO IS 1 & 2 & 3?!?
↳user14: that question is the same level of chaos as asking who's the most beautiful Greek goddess
↳user15: and will ruin just as many lives
user16: Lewis has GOT to be up there
↳user17: that diva?? No way
user18: Lando is #1 and I will not be accepting any questions or criticisms
↳user19: Will you accept this ticket to the nearest psych ward?
user20: I'm saying Charles for 1
↳user21: sure Jan
↳user22: wow I haven't seen anyone say something so…wrong
↳user23: him??? Be the top munch??
↳not_charles: what.
cl16gossip
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cl16gossip: ok why is charles pouting this weekend?
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user24: that's what I want to know! It's Monaco! Things seem to be going well! Why is he so sad??
user25: ferrrari hasn't been fucking up recently and he was fastest in both FPs so far?
user26: I mean yn hasn't been around yet so far? She's still traveling for her work
↳user27: ok but he went around literally all day yesterday with her on video call so I don't think it's that
↳user28: side note but I want to be traveling with charles via video call because he misses me so much
↳user29: yn is living the dream
user30: …could this be about the List?
↳user31: I will simply ascend on the spot if he knows about that
user32: it's unfair that he still looks so pretty even when he's so sad
↳user33: speak the truth!
user34: someone light up yn's bat signal! We need a happy charles back
Private Messages: Charles and YN
yn posted 2 stories
[I like you best when your head’s between my legs][I wanna paint your face like Mona Lisa]
charles_leclerc responded chérie this isn’t your private account
yn’s stories
Bluesky
user35: oh my god I thought I was the only one 😂😂
↳user36: no no no you're not the screenshots are going crazy right now
user37: I love this?
user38: I didn't have yn exposing charles (and herself) via horny song lyrics on an instagram story on my bingo card this year…
↳user39: who would???
user40: horny freaks /affectionate
user41: …is this why charles was so pouty in Monaco?!?!
↳user42: omg imagine that conversation 😂😂 "yn where are you I need to prove the gossip pages wrong!"
↳user41: I don't even care about the truth that's exactly what happened
f1gossip
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f1gossip: and for the 3rd weekend in a row, Charles Leclerc has been fined for being late. Is this simply forgetfulness or something more?
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user50: he's progressively getting more annoyed with it too
↳user51: I mean it seems like it's his fault so he can only blame himself
user52: I doubt it's sabotage — it seems more like he's forgetting the time 😂
↳user53: lord Charles get it together please we need you to lock the fuck in
user54: I just like watching him run
user55: can I say something brave?
↳user56: ??
↳user55: I think yn has something to do with his lateness — she's been looking mighty satisfied lately if you catch my drift 😏😏
↳user57: surely you're not saying what I think you're saying?
↳user55: I'm saying that Charles saw that list and decided to prove he deserved that top spot
↳user56: oh my god 😱😱
↳user57: …why can I see that now???
cl16gossip
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cl16gossip: Charles nooooooo why would you shave??
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user58: he's so…babygirl??
user59: he lost like 10 years in age
user60: Charles please we need the beard back
↳user61: he just looks wrong without it
↳user60: he does!
user62: 😂😏😏😏
↳user63: what does that mean?
↳user62: it means it confirms the theories running around that Charles has been eating yn out very consistently — men's beards can be bleached that way
↳user63: …are you saying his beard was getting bleached because of cunnilingus so he shaved it off??
↳user62: yeah
↳user63: oh my god
user64: I mean I know he shaves it off occasionally but I'm now and forevermore going to think this when he does
↳user65: same
user66: can I be yn? For like just a day or 2?
↳user67: screw that I wanna be her forever
user68: I do believe we've lost the plot completely
↳user69: but this is better
yn
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tagged: charles_leclerc
yn: just to clear up any confusion — Mr. #1 likes his dinner in bed
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user70: OH MY GOD
↳user71: can you do this? Is this allowed?
charles_leclerc: i do indeed 😊 and i eat very well
↳yn: yes you do ❤️
↳user72: I'm literally fainting right now
user73: yn did you really just post this?? Or am I hallucinating?
↳user74: if you are I am too
↳user75: mass hysteria clearly
francisca.cgomes: 🤭🤭🤭 liked by yn
↳user76: oh my god the fomo right now
user77: I don't even know
↳user78: right? Like I knew but I didn't know, you know??
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description: how could yn not write a song about her boyfriend having a wasp named after him?
fc: hannah dodd
daisy speaks: thank you so so much for all the love on my last post! please send requests!
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landonorris im going to expose your texts
yourusername lando i swear to god i will post your buzzcut pictures
oscarpiastri 💛
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Good weekend👍
user winning his 5th race in a row and all we get is a "good weekend"
user love the yn pictures he knows why we're here
user i think he's as obsessed as we are tbh liked by author ❤
yourusername i love you so so so so proud baby
oscarpiastri im always better when you're there ❤️
landonorris get a room oh my god
oscarpiastri you're just lonely
yourusername OSCAR apologize
oscarpiastri sorry lando
landonorris HAAHHAAHAHAHAHAH
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A newly-discovered species of wasp has been named after Oscar Piastri-'Gwesped piastrii'
Found in Burmese amber in northern Myanmar, the researchers chose to honour Oscar for his achievements in Formula 1 as the amber reminded them of McLaren papaya🧡
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a couple days in melbourne! something new soon 🤫 🐝 @oscarpiastri
user THE BEE EMOJI WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING
oscarpiastri don't let her fool you she's been spraying me with bug repellent for the last week
yourusername what do those scientists know that i don't...
user watch us get a bug themed album
landonorris if oscar's a wasp what am i
yourusername 🪳
landonorris this is why we aren't friends.
yourusername you're litterally in my apartment rn oscar isn't even here
landonorris i was hungry 😕
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oscarpiastri
still buzzing about that one 🐝 on to monaco.
user oscar try to post without a picture of yn challenge
user he'd rather never post again i fear
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user love how he only ever interacts with comments about yn
charlesleclerc why do you have my dog
yourusername me and oscar are leo's god parents
charlesleclerc ...he's a dog
alexandramalenaleclerc she's right
yourusername SEE
oscarpiastri my godson👍
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yourusername
love the way you look at me
oscarpiastri thank you for being there. i love you💛
yourusername 💛💛💛
user her posting the other perspective of this picture i'm sobbing
user oscar liking every post first he truly is a fan
user LONG POND STUDIO IM SCARED
landonorris you should be
user LANDO WHAT DO YOU KNOW
user we are so getting an album
charlesleclerc can i have my dog back now
yourusername no and im taking alex too
alexandramalenaleclerc ❤️
charlesleclerc whatever im taking oscar
oscarpiastri pls no
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these spot the difference things are getting really hard...
honeybee is the first single of my brand new album the last of the bugs! "wasp" just didn't rhyme with anything. out now!
oscarpiastri this song is absolutely buzzing 👍
landonorris oh my god he only has one joke
yourusername and one emoji😕
oscarpiastri ill sting you both istg
oscarpiastri so proud of you
yourusername i love love love you
user ofc "love the way you look at me" was a lyric
user oscar's not special i look at yn that way too
love this hadjar max dynamic where max is the one being more careful with his words about the team and hadjar is just 'the car sucks, the upgrades tried to kill max and the car is probably dnfing on lap 7 tomorrow'
kimi antonelli x family business pastry chef reader
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fc: inde navarrette & a few of eli.
cw: a few mentions of nepotism but otherwise almost exclusively fluff!
based on this request. i hope i did it justice!
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zuccherodibologna | march 2025
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zuccherodibologna to celebrate the hometown hero’s f1 debut, we present the limited edition andrea kimi a-cannoli! available at all ‘zucchero di…’ locations! forza kimi!
user: forza kimi!!
user: what kind of cannoli?
| zuccherodibologna: user andrea kimi a-cannoli is inspired by stracciatella (kimi’s favourite ice cream) made with mascarpone and chocolate flakes!
| user: zuccherodibologna amazing. i’ll take 100
kimi.antonelli: grazie!! save some for me (and don’t tell my trainer)
| zuccherodibologna: kimi.antonelli we’ll make a fresh batch for you! good luck this weekend!
user: oh to have my hometown bakery name a pastry after me
| user: user they’re basically a chain now… definitely losing the ‘family business’ charm
| user: user god forbid business owners become financially successful!
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kimi.antonelli | march 2025
tagged: zuccherodibologna
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kimi.antonelli the andrea kimi a-cannoli are spectacular! graize mille!
zuccherodibologna: 12 for driver 12 AND 12 points scored in your first grand prix! so glad you enjoyed them - you’re doing bologna proud!
georgerussell63: those look amazing!
olliebearman: i want a dessert named after me :(
| isackhadjar: olliebearman me too!
| gabrielbortoleto_: olliebearman and me!!
| kimi.antonelli: olliebearman isaackhadjar gabrielbortoleto_ no! only for italians! only for kimi!
mercedesamgf1: amazing support from the home town! grazie, zuccherodibologna!
| zuccherodibologna: mercedesamgf1 grazie mille, admin! 💙
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mercedesamgf1 | april 2025
tagged: kimi.antonelli, zuccherodibologna
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mercedesamgf1 kimi in the gym to make up for eating a dozen cannoli; kimi expressing his post-workout need for a dozen cannoli
kimi.antonelli: they are very good cannoli!! best in the world
zuccherodibologna: sorry, kimi’s trainer!
| mercedesamgf1: zuccherodibologna admin would love to try the famous andrea kimi a-cannoli
user: how is kimi still on about the cannoli 😭
user: this reminded me that kimi is, in fact, a teenager.
user: he’s so funny 😂
user: what did they put in that cannoli?
| zuccherodibologna: user love!
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zuccherodibologna | april 2025
tagged: ynln.bakes
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zuccherodibologna the creative mind behind your favourite pastries 🤍
kimi.antonelli: oh! 👀
user: she’s SO young
user: adorable
user: so… a child is making my favourite croissants?
| zuccherodibologna: user she has been studying as a pastry chef for three years and has exceeded all expectations! we are lucky to have such a talented chef in our kitchen.
we have heard so much from kimi for weeks regarding the ‘andrea kimi a-cannoli’. we would love to invite your family to the emilia romanga grand prix in may. mercedes sponsored paddock passes will be included.
please let me know if this is an opportunity you would be interested in, as it will be a surprise for kimi.
best,
mercedes admin team
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zuccherodibologna | story may 2025
the family is spending extra hours in the kitchen as we prep for the grand prix weekend!
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user: i need to move to italy
mercedesamgf1: we are so excited!!
| zuccherodibologna: so are we! 💙
kimi.antonelli: any kimi cannoli this weekend? 👀
| zuccherodibologna: sorry, kimi, that was limited 😭
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mercedesamgf1 | imola 2025
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mercedesamgf1 special delivery to commemorate kimi’s first home grand prix! the entire yln family, who own and operate 4 different zucchero di… locations across northern italy, joined us in the paddock today! thank you, yln family!
kimi.antonelli: BEST SURPRISE EVER!!!
zuccherodibologna: thank you for having us! forza kimi!!
georgerussell63: can confirm that kimi was not being dramatic about the cannoli. best thing i’ve ever eaten!
user: this is so cool
user: this is why we support small businesses!
| user: user to be fair, the same family owns four different ‘zucchero di’ locations (bologna, venice, verona, and modena). they definitely have money…
| user: user the family was well off before investing into their bakery business, too.
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f1gossip | imola 2025
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f1gossip this isn’t even gossip, i’m just obsessed with the f1 pastries and the mind behind it 😭
user: omg. THAT’S the babyface behind kimi cannoli 😭
user: she’s so happy aw!
user: babyface pastry chef 🤝 babyfaced f1 rookie
user: her parents literally own the business… it’s a little bit giving rich kid nepotism…
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zuccherodibologna | monaco 2025
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zuccherodibologna in honour of his home race: mini charl-misu! good luck this weekend, charles!
charlesleclerc: oh mon dieu!! my favorite dessert! grazie - it’s an honour!
| zuccherodibologna: charlesleclerc ❤️
kimi.antonelli: so now you hate kimi 😭
| zuccherodibologna: kimi.antonelli kimi, please.
olliebearman: OLLIE NEXT!!
user: the amount of f1 associates in the likes is crazy
user: now known as the f1 bakery
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zuccherodibologna | barcelona 2025
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zuccherodibologna the home race weekend pastry series is official! to celebrate our spanish drivers we have sainz-fogliatella, an umm ali inspired sfogliatella, and alons-dough con leche, a rice-flour and cinnamon sweet bread!
carlossainz55: gracias! looks amazing!
fernandoalonso_official: 👏🏻👏🏻
user: i love everything about this
user: is yn ln the baker behind this series?
| zuccherodibologna: user yes! yn is a massive formula racing fan and one of the most creative pastry chefs! she’s also our eldest daughter! :)
| user: zuccherodibologna i now understand the nepotism comment…
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kimi -> yn
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zuccherodibologna | montreal 2025
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zuccherodibologna this weekend’s f1 pastry is the maple stroll-scotti! (yn wanted to let everyone know that she is thankful for the support for this series!)
lancestroll: so cool!
kimi.antonelli: i do not feel special anymore :(
| zuccherodibologna: kimi.antonelli you were the first! the most special!
user: i want to be friends with yn
user: stroll-scotti is so good 😂
user: does yn name them, too? all by herself?
| zuccherodibologna: user she does!
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zuccherodibologna | june 2025
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zuccherodibologna we will be hosting our first ever pop up at the british grand prix in silverstone next month! all our desserts will be inspired by british drivers and we are bringing back the dessert that started it all: the andrea kimi a-cannoli!
kimi.antonelli: kimi cannoli for kimi only
| zuccherodibologna: kimi.antonelli we will have some exclusively for you, kimi!
f1: we can’t wait!
user: OH MY GOD IM GOING TO BE THERE
| zuccherodibologna: user come say hi!!
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zuccherodibologna | silverstone 2025
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zuccherodibologna announcing the british grand prix desserts: kinder lan-noli, coconut rus-pole, cherry panna goat-to (it’s vegan!), and chocolate bear-misu! see you soon!
kimi.antonelli: and the kimi cannoli?
| ynln.bakes: kimi.antonelli i have your cannoli, i promise!
| user: ynln.bakes OMG ITS YN
user: making lewis’ dessert vegan is peak
| zuccherodibologna: user there were many, many trial runs for the vegan panna cotta but our daughter never gives up!
user: kinder lan-noli 😂
olliebearman: OH MY GOD ITS ONE FOR ME
| zuccherodibologna: olliebearman it’s one for ollie!
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mercedesamgf1 we’ve lost our drivers to the pastry business.
user: how many cannoli did kimi eat?
| mercedesamgf1: user yes
kimi.antonelli: eat cannoli go to pole-i?
| mercedesamgf1: kimi.antonelli nice try - toto
georgerussell63: we’re connecting with fans! it’s all pr - you’re welcome!
| user: georgerussell63 oh my god the SASS 😂
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ynln.bakes 🔒 | silverstone 2025
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ynln.bakes he only likes me for my cannoli
kimi.antonelli: no no no! i like you more than your cannoli, amore! i promise!
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lando | silverstone 2025
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lando home race win fueled by kinder lan-noli! amazing weekend
zuccherodibologna: great job!
mclarenf1: he’s a home race winner!!!
user: drivers and their baked goods are my new favorite thing
user: the most famous bakery
oscarpiastri: feeling kinda left out… my home race already passed…
| zuccherodibologna: oscarpiastri yn will do it but it will be a pun of piastri
| oscarpiastri: zuccherodibologna i’m willing to accept the consequences
| ynln.bakes: oscarpiastri i have the perfect one!
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ynln.bakes 🔒 | summer break 2025
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ynln.bakes nonna always told me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach… nonna was right 😙
kimi.antonelli: can’t wait to tell our children it all started with a cannoli
| ynln.bakes: kimi.antonelli it’s always about cannoli with you 😭
| kimi.antonelli: ynln.bakes okay okay, i’m sorry. no more about the cannoli. you’re all the sweet i need, dolcezza ❤️
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zuccherodibologna | dutch gp 2025
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zuccherodibologna maxed-berry cheesecake for the dutch lion! a ricotta based cheesecake topped with a mixture of fresh, locally grown berries.
maxverstappen1: i love it! thank you!
user: maxed berry 😭😂
user: you know you’re cool when MAX interacts with you on social media
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zuccherodibologna | monza 2025
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zuccherodibologna we’ll be hosting our second pop up at the italian gp in monza this weekend! this weekend’s lineup is for all the driver’s who don’t have a home race (or who were missed). oscar pastri-tonne, mini torta della liam (made with whittakers chocolate!), pierre au chocolat, este-brûlée, hülk-ici leccesi (for the savory loving german!), cherry yuk-ochi, bueno hadja-glione, banana panna-pinto, and mango-lex-amisu (mango tiramisu made with a coconut milk based mascarpone). see you soon!
kimi.antonelli: and the kimi cannoli?
| ynln.bakes: kimi.antonelli no kimi cannoli :(
| kimi.antonelli: ynln.bakes so you hate kimi?
liamlawson: you’re brilliant! can’t wait!
nikohulkenberg: you know me so well!
alex_albon: you made a tiramisu inspired by a classic thai dessert?
| ynln.bakes: alex_albon yes? is that… not fun?
| alex_albon: ynln.bakes that is EPIC!! you are AMAZING!!
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yn -> kimi
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zuccherodibologna | brazil 2025
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zuccherodibologna the last home race of the season and the last driver dessert of the year! mini carrot gabr-enoise sponge cakes!
gabrielbortoleto_: and one for gabi!! thank you!
| zuccherodibologna: gabrielbortoleto_ good luck!
user: i can’t believe it’s over 😭
user: this series was better than the 2025 title fight has been
| zuccherodibologna: user yn MIGHT be allowed to make the 2025 champion’s dessert a menu staple… 👀
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zuccherodibologna | december 2025
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zuccherodibologna in honour of winning the 2025 world driver’s championship, kinder lan-noli is now a permanent menu item! and, as the one who inspired it all, andrea kimi a-cannoli will join the permanent menu, too. thank you for all the love and support this year!
lando: this is better than the trophy!!
kimi.antonelli: kimi cannoli forever! yn forever!!
| user: kimi.antonelli kimiyn forever?
| kimi.antonelli: user KIMIYN FOREVER!!!
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kimi.antonelli
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kimi.antonelli it started with a cannoli… ❤️
ynln.bakes: best idea i ever had ❤️
lando: you guys are adorable
mercedesamgf1: our favorites!!
user: it’s like a fairytale
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i hope you enjoyed this short and sweet (haha) kimi smau! i spent the entire time giggling.
pairing: isack hadjar x fem!reader (y/n) - smau + written
warning: none (lmk if i missed anything)
summary: twist on the “Max Verstappen and Isack Hadjar PRANK Hotel Guests” video on Youtube in which Isack makes a fool of himself in front of a very pretty girl.
face claim: pinterest girls
Isack knew how stupid he looked right now, with the shower cap on his head and his RedBull team kit under a suit jacket way too big for him, but that’s what made this fun. He would never see these people again, sure they might see him on the big screen in the future, but at that point, who cares?
A middle aged couple had walked up to the front desk wanting to check into the hotel, but of course, he had to show them the star of the show first.
“Do you know this guy?” He asked, pointing to a life size cut out of the Max Verstappen.
"No," the woman laughed, "but he looks familiar.”
“Yeah he’s a Formula One driver,” Isack giggled to himself. “He’s okay, he races for RedBull. But his teammate is his main guy.”
Isack was too busy looking at cardboard Max Verstappen to notice a girl his age meeting up with the couple, your parents.
He continued, “zero world championships. Zero”
“Oh really?” A new voice had come up, challenging Isack.
Over Isack’s ear piece, Max smirked and said, “so next thing she says, you start like really randomly laughing, like really loud.”
“He’s not that good” Isack doubled down.
“Four world championships say otherwise, Hadjar,” a smile creeped up to your face.
Realization hit him fast. You knew who Max was, but more importantly and way worse, you knew who he was.
Max’s voice echoed in the ear piece, “laugh.”
Isack did the only thing he could really do at the moment, laugh as hard as he could, half for the video and half for the embarrassment he was still standing in front of.
“This was a lot easier when no one knew who I was,” He murmured to himself.
Your parents had finally finished checking into the hotel, so with a final glance, you said “Good luck in Barcelona” and followed your parents to the elevator.
“You’re staring” Max was laughing at the poor boy.
Isack’s face had gone red, “shut up”
The video had gone live after Barcelona. Isack had been so caught up with the whirlwinds that always came with a Grand Prix weekend that he’d completely forgotten just how embarrassing that video was for him, but he did remember just how pretty you were.
When you saw the YouTube notification, your heart dropped. You had suspected that Isack wasn’t just making a fool out of himself for no reason, but actually seeing it was different. Thankfully, in the video it seemed like you were able to keep your cool because in reality, you were freaking out.
Before the video even finished, your phone started ringing.
“Did you see the video?” Zia screamed at you.
You had to hold your phone away from your ear from the sheer volume Zia had. “Hello to you too,” you laughed.
“Yeah yeah, hi Y/n,” She sighed. “But did you see the video?”
“Which one?” You knew exactly which one she was talking about, she was the reason you got into Formula 1 which meant her obsession was way worse than your and that she always saw everything first.
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Zia laughed at you “THE ONE YOU’RE IN!”
“I haven’t finished it yet”
“So you didn’t see Isack’s story?” She asked, amused.
“What story”
Silence.
"You know…" Zia started slowly, "the one where Isack said that he had to find you?”
Silence again.
You immediately looked up Isack’s Instagram, but was left disappointed. “I don’t see it? It says that the story is unavailable”
“What?” Zia was now double checking to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. “No way bro deleted it, believe me, it was there.”
It had been a couple days since the video was posted, fans had almost nothing to go off of besides your hair color and what your parents looked like. The whole time you were in the frame, your back was turned. It wasn't a complete surprise that they had gotten nowhere.
“Y/n!” You heard your mom scream from the living room.
“This can’t be good,” you thought before you got up from bed and headed downstairs.
“I just got an interesting email,” your mom paused, looking at you up and down. “From RedBull.”
You froze. “Wait, what?”
“About the video they filmed at the Hard Rock Hotel,” a smirk was plastered on your mom’s face.
“How did you know-”
“When we finished checking in,” she cut you off. “They had me sign a consent form to be in the video, but you were too busy making heart eyes at the guy with the shower cap.”
“MOM,” you were now covering your face with your hands.
“Am I wrong?”
You sighed. Arguing with your mom about this would get nowhere. She was right, after all. “What did the email say?”
“Not much, it didn’t seem too professional.”
“Huh?” What did that even mean?
“Did ask about you though.”
With that, you sat almost on top of your mom and took the phone right from her hands, “CAN I SEE IT?”
To “Your mom” <yourmom@/gmail.com>
From “RedBull Racing”
Subject: Pranking Hotel Guests Video
Hi!
I hope this email finds you well, but I assume you remember the video filmed at the Hard Rock Hotel that you and your family took part in. There is some interest in your daughter’s banter with our driver, Isack Hadjar.
Is there any way we can communicate with your daughter? Thank you!
Isack Hadjar, Driver for RedBull Racing
redbullracing@/gmail.com
When you finished reading the email, you were confused. Why would Redbull want to contact you? It didn’t really make sense, you were in the video for maybe a minute. That wasn’t enough screentime for anyone to make a difference.
Your mom laughed, “I don’t think he meant to sign it himself.”
After rereading the email over and over again, you finally looked at who signed it at the end, it was Isack himself. “Did you reply?”
“I was waiting for you to tell me it was okay”
“He really stole the admin’s email to send that,” you said that more to yourself than to your mom.
“He seems determined,” she took back her phone and started to reply to RedBull’s “admin.”
You blushed.
“The blush on your face says I can give them your number?” Your mom asked, but she already knew the answer.
It's so good to see him thriving in another series. The mental state he left F1 in was visible to all of us and seeing him so healed after having taken the time to step away and really refind his love for racing then come back and just be visibly so much improved and happier is just perfection for me.
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hihihihi can you write an smau with Carlos, basically just moments of them throughout his time in ferrari and then the transition to williams, basically fans being so glad that the reader is by his side through his tough times and even during his podiums
Different Finish Lines - CS55
served with: carlos sainz x fem!doctor!reader
chef's note: ten years. From a rookie at Toro Rosso shooting his shot via his cousin in Baku, to the crushing weight of the Scuderia Ferrari legacy, and finally finding a new home and a fresh start in Williams blue.
note: hi anon, I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish your request! I just couldn't find the perfect way to tell it, and I think I started from scratch twice before I was satisfied 😫 anyway, I hope you enjoy it and that it's what you were thinking <3 and realized this wasn't Carlos' entire career until the end :( sorry!!! (I know I left out some important things about Carlos' career and maybe went into more detail about Y/N's life, but if you like it, I could consider making another part with what you ask for <3)
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ynuser just waiting for the weekend so i can go to watch the f1 cars live!
friend1 literally us dragging ourselves through the week just to hear the lights go out on sunday 🏎️💨
ynuser @ friend1 if I have to look at one more screen before FP1 I'm actually going to lose my mind
friend2 the academic burnout in these pics is way too real 😭 you sleeping on the macbook in the last slide is my current mood.
user1 someone get this girl an espresso immediately ☕️
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The Baku heat was sweltering, but you barely noticed it. Holding a guest paddock pass for the very first time, you were completely mesmerized by the sheer chaos and adrenaline of the Formula 1 circus. It was 2015, and the energy around the garages was electric.
You were standing near the Toro Rosso hospitality, trying to get a decent photo of the cars being wheeled out, completely unaware of the eyes on you.
A few yards away, Carlos was supposed to be listening to his manager discuss the schedule for the afternoon. It was his rookie year, and the pressure was immense, but at that exact moment, his focus was entirely derailed. He had stopped dead in his tracks in his blue and red race suit, his dark eyes locked on you.
"Carlos? Are you listening?" his cousin and right-hand man, Caco, asked, waving a hand in front of the young driver's face.
Carlos blinked, shaking his head slightly, though a faint blush crept up his neck. "Yeah. Yes. Hey, do you have a pen?"
Caco frowned, patting his pockets before pulling out a standard blue ballpoint pen. "Why?"
Carlos didn't answer. He hastily grabbed a small torn piece of paper from his pocket—a discarded printed timing sheet—and leaned against a stack of Pirelli tires to scribble something down. His heart was hammering against his ribs, bringing a completely different kind of nerves than what he felt behind the wheel. He folded it neatly, taking a deep breath before shoving it into Caco's chest.
"Give this to her," Carlos muttered, his thick Spanish accent laced with urgency. He pointed discreetly toward you.
"Are you serious?" Caco laughed, looking from the folded note to you, then back to Carlos. "You're an F1 driver now, mate. Go talk to her yourself."
"I have the engineering briefing in exactly two minutes, and if Franz sees me flirting in the paddock, he'll kill me," Carlos pleaded, practically pushing his cousin forward. "Please. Just give it to her. Tell her it's from me."
Before Caco could argue further, Carlos darted behind the safety of the Toro Rosso motorhome doors, though he kept one eye peeking through the tinted glass.
You were just putting your phone away when a guy in a navy blue team shirt tapped your shoulder.
"Excuse me," Caco smiled politely, holding out the folded piece of paper. "I was instructed to deliver this to you on behalf of a very nervous rookie."
You furrowed your brows, taking the paper. "A rookie?"
"Yeah. The Spanish one," Caco chuckled, gesturing over his shoulder.
You followed his gaze. Standing just inside the glass doors of the Toro Rosso hospitality was Carlos Sainz. When he saw you looking, his eyes went wide for a split second before he offered a shy, incredibly charming wave, his signature boyish grin breaking across his face.
You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. You waved back softly, unfolding the paper in your hands.
I think you're the prettiest girl in this paddock. If you want to celebrate a rookie surviving Baku, text me. - Carlos (Toro Rosso #55) +34 6XX XXX XXX
You looked back up, but he was gone, swallowed by the busy garage. You tucked the note safely into your pocket, your heart doing a sudden, violent flip. The race weekend had only just begun.
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ynuser Baku dump 🇦🇿🏎️ surviving the street circuit chaos and dealing with friends who insist on wearing red… I’m sticking to my RB gear for now 💙🐂
friend1 WE WILL CONVERT YOU TO THE RED SIDE EVENTUALLY! Just you wait 🐎❤️
ynuser @ friend1 in your dreams! Toro Rosso/Red Bull supremacy all the way today 😌
friend2 The audacity to wear those socks while sitting next to us in the grandstands 😤
ynuser @ friend2 someone has to have some taste in this friend group!
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The logistics of dating an F1 driver—let alone a rookie trying to prove himself to Helmut Marko—were a nightmare, but Carlos was determined.
Two weeks after the chaos of Baku, the calendar offered a rare, brief gap. He had flown you out to London, promising a dinner that didn't involve paddock hospitality food or his cousin acting as a messenger.
He chose a small, intimately lit Italian place tucked away in Soho. When you walked in, Carlos was already seated at a corner booth, nervously tearing a paper coaster into microscopic pieces. He was dressed casually but sharply—a dark button-down shirt that made his shoulders look broad, his messy curls slightly tamed.
When he looked up and saw you, the nervous energy vanished, replaced instantly by that devastating, boyish grin. He immediately stood up, pulling out your chair.
"You made it," he said, his accent wrapping warmly around the words. He leaned in to press a soft, customary kiss to your cheek, and you could smell a hint of expensive cologne mixed with something distinctly him.
"I did," you smiled, taking your seat. "And look at you. No race suit, no engineers, and most importantly... no Caco to do the talking for you."
Carlos groaned, hiding his face in his hands for a second, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Please tell me you are going to let that go eventually."
"Not a chance, rookie," you teased, picking up your menu. "It's part of your origin story now."
The date flowed effortlessly. For someone whose life was dictated by hundredths of a second, Carlos was surprisingly relaxed, taking his time to ask you about your life, your studies, and your passions. He listened with genuine intensity, his dark eyes entirely focused on you, making the rest of the crowded restaurant fade away.
In return, he talked about his family in Madrid, the pressure of his first year in Formula 1, and his dreams for the future.
"I just want to prove I belong here," he admitted softly, swirling the remaining red wine in his glass. "That I'm not just a name. I want to build a real legacy. Maybe... maybe drive for a historic team one day. Fight for wins."
"You will," you said, your voice full of absolute certainty. You reached across the table, your fingers lightly brushing against his. "You have the talent, Carlos. Anyone who actually watches you can see it. You're going to do amazing things."
Carlos looked down at your hand, then up at your eyes. The playful, flirting rookie from the paddock was gone, replaced by someone looking at you like you were the most important thing in the room. He turned his hand over, gently lacing his fingers through yours.
"Thank you, Y/N," he murmured, his thumb drawing soft circles on the back of your hand. "I... I really like having you in my corner."
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f1wags 🚨 SPOTTED IN THE PADDOCK 🚨 It is officially confirmed! After months of rumors and secret dinners since Baku, Carlos Sainz’s girlfriend, Y/N, has finally made her official paddock debut. But the best part? She arrived walking side-by-side with Mama Sainz (Reyes) and his sister! 🥺🇪🇸
user1 WALKING IN WITH HIS MOM AND SISTER??? Oh, it is serious SERIOUS 😭😭😭
user2 Okay, her style is impeccable, The Toro Rosso WAGs are stepping up their game! ❤️
user3 wait I am actually so obsessed with her. I saw a video on Twitter of Carlos running out of the garage just to hug her before FP1 started 🥺
user4 crying, throwing up, sliding down a wall. happy for him though I guess 🥲💔
user5 The fact that Reyes is smiling so big while talking to her says everything you need to know. Welcome to the grid, Y/N! 🏎️🇪🇸
friend1 EXCUSE ME THAT IS MY BEST FRIEND LOOKING LIKE AN ACTUAL SUPERMODEL 🗣️🗣️🗣️
f1wags @ friend1 tell your bestie she won the lottery for us!
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ynuser
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ynuser One whole year of navigating crazy race schedules, stealing your hoodies, and laughing until my ribs hurt. Happy anniversary, @ carlossainz55 ❤️ Life is so much sweeter with you in it
carlossainz55 I only let you steal the hoodies because you look better in them anyway. Happy anniversary, mi amor ❤️
friend1 THE PHOTO BOOTH PICTURES 😭 I am entirely unwell! You two are perfect
carlosonoros I am just saying, I deserve at least a 10% credit fee for this relationship reaching the one-year mark
ynuser @ carlosonoros your gift basket is in the mail, Caco, don't worry!
user1 We love a supportive F1 couple! From the beach vacations to the garage… you guys are goals 🥺
user2 The way he is looking at you in that photo booth strip… yeah he is completely gone for her
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The auditorium in Barcelona was a sea of black robes, nervous energy, and the echoing chatter of proud families. For the last two hours, you had been sitting in the middle row, rhythmically bouncing your leg and checking your phone every three minutes.
10:15 AM - carlos :)
Flight finally landed! Running to the terminal now
10:45 AM - carlos :)
Y/N, the traffic on the C-32 is completely stopped. I am going to murder my driver. I am so sorry, mi amor, I am trying
11:10 AM - Y/N
Don't stress, Carlos! It's okay. Just get here safely ❤️
It was now 11:30 AM. Your faculty was up next.
You knew exactly how difficult this was for him. The 2016 calendar was relentless, and Carlos had been stuck in the Milton Keynes simulator until late Thursday night trying to fix a downforce issue on the Toro Rosso. He had promised to move mountains to be at your graduation on Friday morning, but F1 logistics rarely cared about personal promises.
"Nervous?" your best friend whispered, nudging your shoulder as the dean took the podium.
"A little," you admitted, smoothing down your gown. You glanced at the massive double doors at the back of the hall one last time. They remained stubbornly closed.
The names started alphabetically. The applause was deafening, bouncing off the high ceilings. You swallowed the lump in your throat, reminding yourself that Carlos being an F1 driver meant sacrificing normal couple milestones. You had accepted that. You were fine.
But when the dean leaned into the microphone and called out, "Y/N," your heart still gave a hopeful little flutter.
You stood up, pasting on a bright smile as you walked across the stage. The lights were blinding, but as you reached out to shake the dean's hand and accept your diploma folder, a sudden commotion at the back of the auditorium caught your eye.
The heavy wooden doors had swung open.
Standing there, entirely out of breath, was Carlos. He was wearing a sharp, tailored navy suit—a stark contrast to his usual team gear—with his tie slightly loosened and his curls in absolute chaos. He had one hand braced against the doorframe, chest heaving, his dark eyes frantically scanning the stage.
The moment his eyes locked onto yours, the panic melted off his face. He broke into that massive, boyish grin that you loved so much, raising both hands to clap enthusiastically, completely ignoring the curious stares from the parents around him.
You couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up in your chest. You held up your diploma, beaming right back at him as you walked off the stage.
Ten minutes later, the ceremony concluded, and the crowd spilled out into the sunlit university courtyard. You had barely made it down the steps before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, spinning you around.
"You made it," you gasped, burying your face in his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of an airport.
"I told you I wasn't going to miss this," Carlos breathed out, setting you down but keeping his hands firmly on your waist. He leaned back to look at you, his eyes shining with pure pride. "Look at you. An official university graduate. I am so incredibly proud of you, Y/N."
"I thought you were stuck in traffic on the highway."
Carlos laughed, shaking his head. "I was. So I made the driver pull over near the metro station, jumped out, and took the train the rest of the way. I literally sprinted the last four blocks. I think I broke my own track record."
Your eyes went wide, taking in his slightly disheveled state and the dress shoes that were definitely not meant for sprinting through Barcelona. "You took the metro? In a tailored suit? Carlos, you are insane."
"I am dedicated," he corrected, pulling you in for a soft, lingering kiss, completely oblivious to the chaos of the graduates and families around you. When he pulled away, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, slightly crushed velvet box.
"I didn't have time to get flowers because I was running for my life," he confessed, handing it to you. "But I got you this in London yesterday."
You opened the box to find a delicate, beautiful gold necklace with a tiny, understated star pendant.
"Because you are the star today," Carlos said softly, his accent thick and sincere. "Not me. Not racing. Just you. Now, turn around so I can put it on you before my manager calls me and yells at me for abandoning my driver on the highway."
You laughed, turning around and sweeping your hair to the side. As the cool metal settled against your collarbone, you realized that despite the chaotic calendar, the delayed flights, and the absolute madness of his life... you wouldn't trade a single second of it.
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ynuser From freezing our hands off building snowmen to ringing in the NYE with confetti in our hair ✨🎄🥂 The most perfect way to close out the year. 2017, we are so ready for you!
carlossainz55 My absolute favorite way to spend the winter off-season. Can we go back to sitting by the fireplace now?
user1 The picture of you two by the fireplace?! You look like a literal movie poster! 🎬🔥
user2 The contrast between the cozy snowy mornings and the New Year's Eve glam is everything. Your NYE look is stunning, Y/N!
user3 The way he brought you flowers at the end of the night 😭 The Spanish romance is alive and well!
user4 Okay but Carlos looking at her at the bar like she is the only person in the entire room… I am crying
friend1 Happy New Year Y/N!! So glad you finally get a proper break to just relax and celebrate!🥂
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ynuser Recharging before the second half of the season. Much needed vitamin sea, beautiful sunsets, and absolutely zero talk about tire degradations (mostly)
carlossainz55 I only mentioned the tires twice…
ynuser @ carlossainz55 you literally drew the Spa track layout in the sand yesterday to explain a corner entry to me
user1 The heart hands picture at the end 🥺 You guys are the absolute cutest!
carlosonoros Please try to bring him back in one piece. We actually need him for Spa next week!
user2 The sunburn on his back in the fourth pic 😭 someone please get this millionaire athlete some SPF 50!
teamcarlos Seeing him finally get to relax and just be a normal 20-something guy with his gf makes my heart so happy ❤️ Enjoy the break, Y/N! liked by ynuser
friend1 The swimsuit?! The glow?! You are glowing, bestie! 🌴✨
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carlossainz55
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carlossainz55 A new chapter starts today 💛🖤
ynuser So incredibly proud of you and everything you’ve worked so hard for to get to this moment!!
user Okay but we need to talk about how good he looks in this kit??? 🔥
renaultf1team Welcome to the Renault family! 💛
user1 THE RENAULT ERA IS OFFICIALLY HERE! Y/N is going to look so good rocking the yellow paddock passes this season 😭
carlosonoros Finally, I don't have to look at those Toro Rosso energy drink cans everywhere
user2 Immediately putting together yellow and black outfit mood boards for you, Y/N 📝
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The click of the hotel room door unlocking sounded louder than usual in the dead silence of the room.
It was Sunday evening after the British Grand Prix, and the air in your shared hotel room in Northamptonshire felt incredibly heavy. The race had been a disaster. Another DNF to add to the growing list of the 2018 season, this time thanks to a chaotic collision with Grosjean that sent Carlos' Renault spinning out into the gravel.
You looked up from the sofa as Carlos walked in. He didn't say a word. He just dropped his yellow and black Renault team backpack onto the floor with a heavy thud, ran a trembling hand through his curls, and let his head fall back against the closed door.
His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with the deep exhaustion that came from fighting a car that refused to cooperate, week after week. The physical toll of the crash was nothing compared to the mental exhaustion etched into his features.
"Hey," you said softly, setting your book down and standing up.
He let out a shaky exhale, keeping his eyes glued to the ceiling. "Don't. Please, Y/N. If you tell me it's racing and that these things happen, I think I might actually lose my mind."
You stopped a few feet away from him, your heart aching at the sheer defeat in his voice. You knew better than to offer him empty platitudes right now. This wasn't just about one crash at Silverstone. This was about the entire season building up and crushing him. It was the engine failures, the missed points, the frantic midfield battles, and most of all, the suffocating pressure of his expiring contract. The paddock was already buzzing with rumors that Renault was looking elsewhere for 2019.
"I wasn't going to say that," you replied gently, closing the distance between you. You reached out, carefully sliding the heavy Renault jacket off his shoulders. He let you, his posture slumping as the rigid team gear fell away.
"I had the pace," Carlos whispered, his voice cracking slightly. He finally looked at you, and the sheer frustration in his dark eyes made your breath hitch. "I had the pace all weekend. And then—one mistake from someone else, and it's over. Another zero on the board. Another debrief where I have to sit there and apologize for a broken chassis that wasn't even my fault."
"I know," you murmured, tossing the jacket onto a nearby chair before wrapping your arms around his waist. You rested your cheek against his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat. "I know, Carlos."
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close, burying his face in your hair. For a long time, neither of you moved. You just held him, acting as the anchor he desperately needed in a paddock that felt like it was shifting entirely beneath his feet.
"Cyril barely looked at me in the garage," Carlos admitted, his voice muffled against you. The vulnerability in his tone was rare; Carlos was usually the picture of stoic Spanish pride. "They are talking to other drivers, Y/N. I know they are. My contract is up, the car is a nightmare, and I'm not bringing in the results to make them keep me. If I lose this seat..."
He trailed off, unable to voice the terrifying reality of losing his place in Formula 1.
You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, bringing your hands up to cup his face. Your thumbs gently brushed over the harsh lines of tension in his jaw.
"Listen to me," you said, your voice firm and completely unwavering. "You are Carlos Sainz. You are not defined by one bad season, and you are certainly not defined by a car that can't make it to the finish line."
Carlos closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, but he shook his head slightly. "In this sport, you are only as good as your last race."
"No," you insisted, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you. "You are as good as your talent. And everyone in that paddock knows exactly how talented you are. If Renault can't see that, or if they decide to go in a different direction, then it's their loss. Another door will open. You belong on that grid, Carlos. You have fought too hard and sacrificed too much to let a bad streak make you doubt that."
He swallowed hard, his dark eyes searching yours. The tension in his shoulders slowly began to unravel, the absolute certainty in your voice cutting through the noise in his head.
"I don't know what I would do without you," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. "I feel like I'm constantly drowning this year, and you are the only thing keeping my head above water."
"Then I'll keep holding you up," you promised softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "For as long as you need. We're going to get through this season. Together."
Carlos finally let out a long, shuddering breath, the ghost of his usual smile tugging at his lips. He pressed a proper, lingering kiss to your lips, pouring all his unspoken gratitude into it.
"Okay," he breathed out, pulling you tight against his chest again. "Together."
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The McLaren motorhome was a completely different world.
After the suffocating tension and the icy politics of Renault the previous year, walking into the bright papaya-colored hospitality felt like stepping out into the sun. The team at Woking had welcomed Carlos—and by extension, you—with wide smiles, warm embraces, and an unwavering belief in his talent. Zak had made it clear: Carlos wasn't just a placeholder here. He was their project. Their future.
But the Formula 1 gods, it seemed, still wanted to test him.
The first three races of the 2019 season had been a masterclass in terrible luck. An engine fire on lap 9 in Australia. A puncture after a brilliant battle with Verstappen in Bahrain. A first-lap collision in China. On paper, it looked like a disaster.
You were waiting in his designated driver room at the Shanghai circuit, tracing the orange stitching on your new McLaren team jacket. The door swung open, and Carlos walked in, still wearing the bottom half of his race suit.
Last year, a race like this would have ended with him staring blankly at a wall, crushed under the weight of the yellow and black team's expectations. But today, as he took off his fireproof top, he didn't look broken. He looked fired up.
"I had the pace," he said, not with despair, but with a fierce, burning determination. He grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from the back of his neck. "Before Kvyat hit me, the car felt amazing, Y/N. It was flying. If we hadn't collided, I was easily finishing best of the rest today."
You smiled, standing up from the small sofa to hand him a bottle of water. "I saw the telemetry before they brought you in. You were incredibly fast, Carlos."
"It's frustrating, the zero points," he admitted, taking a long drink. He sighed, pulling you in by the waist with his free hand and resting his forehead against yours. "But for the first time in a very long time... I know the car can do it. And I know the team has my back. Andrea Stella just pulled me aside and told me not to worry about the crash. They aren't blaming me. They just want to build a better front wing for Baku."
"That's because they actually value you here," you whispered, reaching up to gently untangle a curl that had plastered itself to his forehead. "They see what I see."
Carlos let out a soft laugh, the sound vibrating against your chest. "You look incredibly good in papaya, by the way. Much better than the yellow."
"I think so too," you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Are you ready to shower and get out of here? I think a certain rookie is driving his engineers crazy next door."
Right on cue, a loud, muffled crash echoed through the thin wall separating Carlos's room from his new teammate's, followed immediately by Lando's high-pitched giggling.
Carlos groaned, dropping his head back in pure exasperation. "I swear, being his teammate is like adopting a golden retriever puppy that has drank three Red Bulls. What did he break this time?"
"I'll go check," you laughed, pulling away from Carlos's grip. "You shower. I will make sure Lando hasn't accidentally set the motorhome on fire."
"Tell him if he broke my spare helmet visor again, I'm making him walk back to the hotel!" Carlos called out as you opened the door.
You stepped out into the hallway, shaking your head with a massive smile on your face. The points hadn't come yet, and the bad luck was still hovering, but the heavy, suffocating cloud of 2018 was officially gone. Carlos was smiling again. The fire was back in his eyes.
McLaren felt exactly like where you were both supposed to be.
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carlossainz55 P20 to P3! 🤯 First Mclaren podium!!! It wasn’t a normal podium ceremony, but getting to run up there and celebrate with the entire team after the race made it even more special. What a crazy, crazy day. Thank you to everyone at @ mclaren for giving me a car to fight with. VAMOS!!! 🌶️🏆🍾
ynuser Started from the absolute back and now we are here!!! 😭 I have never screamed so loud at a timing screen in my life. I AM SO INCREDIBLY PROUD OF YOU! ❤️🌶️
carlossainz55 @ ynuser Thank you for always believing in me, mi amor. Even when we were starting in P20 ❤️
lando I let you have this one mate. (just kidding you drove like an absolute madman, congrats old man!!! 🧡)
ynuser @ lando don't lie, you were literally jumping up and down in the garage with us Lando 🥺
mclaren A drive of absolute champions. Enjoy it, Carlos! 🧡🏆
carlosonoros Not a bad result for a guy who started the race in a different postal code. So proud of you, primo!
user1 Y/N IS IN SHAMBLES. WE ARE ALL IN SHAMBLES. HE FINALLY DID IT!!!!
user2 THE FIRST OF MANY!!! The fact that the whole team went up there to celebrate with him because he missed the official ceremony is making me cry 😭😭😭
user3 A moment for the history books! 🍾 Can’t wait to see Y/N’s camera roll from the afterparty tonight!
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The rain at the Suzuka circuit was coming down in relentless, heavy sheets, officially red-flagging the afternoon practice session. For most of the paddock, a rain delay meant stress. For the McLaren motorhome, it meant an inevitable descent into absolute chaos.
You were curled up in the corner of Carlos’s driver room, a blanket over your legs, quietly typing away on your laptop. Carlos was sprawled out on the small sofa opposite you, his eyes closed, a cap pulled down over his face as he tried to take a quick nap before the track cleared.
It was peaceful. It was quiet.
Until the door violently banged open, bouncing off the wall with a loud thud.
Carlos jolted awake, ripping the cap off his face and cursing vividly in Spanish as he sat up.
Standing in the doorway, completely unfazed by the near heart attack he had just caused his teammate, was Lando Norris. He was wearing his orange McLaren race suit tied around his waist, aggressively eating from a bag of paprika chips that you were entirely sure he had stolen from your bag.
"Lando, por favor," Carlos groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall. "What is wrong with you? Do you not know how to knock?"
"I don't have time to knock," Lando declared, walking into the room and immediately dropping himself onto the tiny sliver of couch space next to Carlos's legs. "Max is being mean to me on FIFA and I need you to tell him to stop. Also, Jon took my phone charger. Do you have one?"
"No," Carlos said flatly, pointing a finger at the door. "Out. Go bother Jon. Go bother Zak. I was sleeping."
"Y/N!" Lando whined, immediately pivoting to look at you with wide, dramatically tragic eyes. "Tell Carlos he's being a bad teammate. Tell him to come play FIFA with me."
You slowly closed your laptop, letting out a long, long sigh. You looked at the twenty-year-old British driver, then down at the crinkling bag in his hand.
"Lando," you said calmly. "Are those the chips I specifically bought at the supermarket yesterday and hid in the bottom of my backpack?"
Lando froze, a chip halfway to his mouth. He looked at the bag, then back at you, completely innocent. "No?"
"He's lying," Carlos interjected immediately, throwing his teammate under the bus without a second thought. "He was digging through your bag while you were in the bathroom earlier. I saw him."
"Traitor!" Lando gasped, lightly shoving Carlos’s knee.
"You're a menace, Lando," you laughed, standing up to confiscate the chips from his hands. "No more sugar and carbs for you, you're already bouncing off the walls. Don't you have engineers to talk to?"
"The track is flooded," Lando complained, throwing his head back dramatically against the sofa cushions. "There's nothing to do. I'm bored. You guys are my only friends."
"We are not your friends, we are your babysitters," Carlos muttered, though the fondness in his voice completely ruined the insult. He reached over, ruffling Lando’s already messy curls. "Madre mía, it is like having a child. A very loud, very annoying child who steals my girlfriend's snacks."
"If I'm your child, that makes Y/N my mom," Lando grinned, completely entirely too pleased with himself. He looked up at you. "Mom, can I have my chips back?"
"Absolutely not," you said, crossing your arms, though you couldn't stop the smile from breaking across your face. You reached into your pocket and tossed him a spare phone charger instead. "But here. Go charge your phone, tell Max that Carlos is too scared to play him in FIFA, and let the poor man nap for ten more minutes."
"I am not scared of Max in FIFA!" Carlos argued indignantly, sitting up completely. "Give me the controller, I'll destroy both of you right now."
Lando immediately scrambled off the sofa, victorious. "Yes! Let's go, old man. Try to keep up."
As Lando darted out of the room, Carlos stood up, stretching his arms over his head with a heavy, defeated sigh. He walked over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
"I am going to age ten years before this season is over," Carlos mumbled into your hair.
"You love him," you teased, leaning into his side.
"Do not ever tell him I said this," Carlos whispered, a tiny smile playing on his lips. "But yes. The kid is okay. Now come watch me absolutely humble him at video games."
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ynuser Officially Dr. Y/N! 🩺🥺 It still doesn't feel real. Looking back at the years of endless flashcards, highlighting high-yield concepts until my eyes blurred, and late nights memorizing every single anatomical detail, physiological process, and clinical correlation… it was all worth it. I am so incredibly honored to officially begin my practice in Family Medicine. Here is to healing, listening, and treating the whole patient! ❤️
carlossainz55 The smartest, most dedicated person I know. Watching you work for this over the last few years has been the greatest privilege. I am so incredibly proud of you, Doctor ❤️🍾
mclaren Congratulations on this amazing achievement, Dr. Y/N! 🧡
user1 A DOCTOR!!! 😭 Y/N is out here saving lives and securing the bag. We love an independent, brilliant queen!
carlosonoros I'm keeping you on speed dial for every minor injury I get now. Congratulations, Y/N!
ynuser @ carlosonoros don't test me, caco, I will send you an invoice! 😂
user2 Carlos's comment is making me sob. The way they both support each other's demanding careers is just top-tier relationship goals 🥺
friend1 From the absolute trenches of clinical rotations to finally getting that title… congratulations!!
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The silence in the McLaren driver room was deafening, a stark contrast to the absolute chaos of the Monza paddock outside.
It was 2020, and the Italian Grand Prix had just delivered one of the most unpredictable, heart-stopping races of the decade. Carlos had finished P2, a phenomenal result for McLaren. But as you stood by the door watching him, you knew exactly why the air in the room felt so heavy.
Four tenths of a second.
That was the only thing that had stood between Carlos and his first-ever Formula 1 race win. One more lap, maybe even just one more straight, and he would have passed Pierre Gasly.
Carlos was sitting on the edge of the small sofa, his race suit pulled down to his waist, elbows resting on his knees. He had his face buried in his hands, completely still. The P2 trophy was sitting on the small table next to him, gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights, but he hadn't even looked at it since he walked in.
"Carlos?" you murmured softly, closing the door behind you to shut out the noise of the mechanics packing up the garage.
He didn't look up, but he let out a long, ragged exhale. "One more lap, Y/N." His voice was muffled against his hands, thick with absolute heartbreak. "If I just had one more lap, I would have had him."
You walked over, kneeling on the floor in front of him so you were eye-level. You gently rested your hands on his knees, squeezing them reassuringly.
"Hey. Look at me," you said gently.
He slowly lowered his hands, and the sheer devastation in his dark eyes made your chest tighten. He looked completely drained, the physical toll of 53 relentless laps at the Temple of Speed catching up to him all at once.
"I gave it everything," he whispered, shaking his head. "Every single drop of energy I had, I left it out on the track. I was pushing the car beyond its limits. I could see Pierre getting bigger and bigger in the mirrors, I could feel the slipstream. Four tenths, Y/N. It’s nothing. It’s a blink of an eye. And I lost."
"You didn't lose," you corrected him firmly, your voice soft but unwavering. You moved your hands from his knees to cup his face, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones. "Carlos, you finished second in a Formula 1 Grand Prix on pure pace. You didn't get lucky with a safety car, you didn't inherit it. You fought for it. You drove beautifully."
"But it’s not P1," he argued stubbornly, leaning into your touch even as his voice cracked. "You don't understand how much it hurts to be that close. To be able to literally reach out and touch it, and have the checkered flag wave before you can take it. I wanted this win so badly."
"I know you did," you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "And you have every right to be angry and frustrated right now. But please don't let that overshadow what you just did out there. You were brilliant, Carlos. The whole world just watched you hunt down the leader like an absolute machine. You showed everyone exactly why Ferrari signed you for next year."
At the mention of Ferrari, a tiny, bittersweet sigh escaped his lips. He finally moved his hands, wrapping them around your wrists and holding you close.
"It hurts," he repeated, though the edge of panic was slowly leaving his voice, replaced by heavy exhaustion.
"It hurts because you're a champion, and champions want to win," you smiled softly, leaning back just enough to catch his eyes again. "If you were perfectly happy with second place when a win was on the table, I'd be worried about you. But this? This hunger? It’s exactly why you will get that P1 one day. I promise you, Carlos. Your time is coming."
He stared at you for a long moment, the storm in his dark eyes slowly beginning to settle. The absolute certainty in your voice was the anchor he desperately needed. He reached over, pulling you up from the floor and onto his lap, burying his face in your neck.
"Thank you," he breathed out, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. "I don't know why you put up with me when I get like this."
"Because I love you," you whispered, running your fingers through his damp, messy curls. "And because I get front-row seats to the greatest driver on the grid. Now... are you going to go out there and celebrate with your team, or do I have to carry that heavy trophy for you?"
A low, rumbling laugh vibrated against your collarbone, and for the first time since the race ended, the tension finally melted from his shoulders.
"I can carry it," he mumbled, pulling back to give you a proper, lingering kiss. "But you're buying the pizza tonight."
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carlossainz55 Very happy to announce that I will be driving for Scuderia Ferrari in 2021 and my future with the team. I have always dreamed of racing in red since I was a little boy, and today that dream becomes a reality.
ynuser I have watched you work so incredibly hard for this moment. You deserve every single bit of it. I am so unbelievably proud of you, mi amor! The red suits you perfectly ❤
carlossainz55 @ ynuser I couldn’t have done any of it without you in my corner ❤️
lando Who am I supposed to play FIFA with next year?! 🥺 (Very happy for you mate, you deserve it 🧡)
ynuser @ lando don't worry Lando, we will still adopt you on the weekends!
scuderiaferrari Benvenuto nella famiglia, Carlos! 🤝
mclaren Congratulations, Carlos! 🧡❤
carlosonoros The childhood dream is finally real. Let's make history! 🇪🇸
user1 Y/N IN FERRARI RED NEXT YEAR!!! We won so hard today ladies 🗣️🗣️
user2 THE CHILI IS GOING TO MARANELLO 🌶️🏎️ I am actually crying right now, he deserves this top seat so much!
user3 The paddock is not ready for Y/N's Ferrari-era paddock fits! So happy for them! ❤️✨
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Maranello was beautiful, but it was not forgiving.
It was 1:00 AM in your newly rented Italian apartment, and the glow of the city lights cast long shadows across the living room floor. You were sitting on the edge of the sofa, watching Carlos meticulously fold his red Ferrari team polo, tracing the Prancing Horse crest with his thumb before setting it on the table.
Moving to Ferrari was the realization of a lifelong dream, but the reality of 2021 had hit like a freight train. At McLaren, Carlos was the experienced team leader in a warm, familial environment. Here, he was stepping into the most scrutinized seat in motorsport history, walking the same halls as Schumacher, Lauda, and Alonso. The Italian media was relentless, the Tifosi's expectations were suffocating, and the SF21 was proving incredibly difficult to tame.
Carlos finally sat down heavily next to you, burying his face in his hands. He smelled like the simulator—a sterile mix of sweat and hot electronics—where he had spent the last twelve hours trying to find a fraction of a second in his braking zones.
"I can't find the limit, Y/N," he whispered, his voice incredibly strained, the thick Spanish accent clipping his words. "With the McLaren, I knew exactly what the car would do before it did it. With this one... I brake the exact same way I did yesterday, and the rear just snaps."
"It's only been three races, Carlos," you murmured softly, shifting closer and placing a gentle hand on his back. You could feel the rigid knots of tension coiled all along his spine. "You're still adapting. It takes time."
"Time is a luxury Ferrari drivers do not have," he replied bitterly, finally dropping his hands. He leaned his head back against the sofa, his dark eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. "Did you read La Gazzetta today?"
"You know I don't read the papers. And you shouldn't either."
"They're saying Ferrari made a mistake," he continued, completely ignoring you, the words pouring out like poison he desperately needed to expel. "They are saying I'm too slow to keep up with Charles. That I'm just a number two driver meant to stay out of the way. I spend ten hours a day in the sim, I talk to the engineers until my throat bleeds, and I still can't match his qualifying pace."
He turned his head to look at you, and the sheer vulnerability in his expression made your chest physically ache. The boyish, confident grin that usually lived on his face had been entirely eclipsed by the crushing weight of the red suit.
"What if they're right?" he asked, the question barely louder than a breath. "What if the pressure is too much? What if I am not good enough for this team?"
"Stop," you said instantly. Your voice wasn't harsh, but it was laced with absolute steel. You shifted so you were fully facing him, taking both of his hands in yours and holding them tightly. "Do not let them do this to you. Do not let the media get into your head."
"Y/N—"
"No, listen to me," you interrupted, squeezing his hands. "You are not an imposter. You didn't win a lottery to get that seat. Mattia Binotto signed you because he looked at the entire grid and decided that you were the driver Ferrari needed to rebuild this team. You."
Carlos swallowed hard, his dark eyes searching yours, desperately wanting to believe the conviction in your voice.
"Charles has been driving that car for two years," you continued softly, moving one hand to cup his cheek. His skin was pale under his dark stubble, a testament to his exhaustion. "He knows the team, he knows the engine, he knows the philosophy. You are essentially trying to learn a new language while running a marathon, Carlos. You have to give yourself some grace."
He leaned into your palm, letting his eyes close for a second. A shaky breath escaped his lips, the walls of defensive pride slowly crumbling.
"The pressure here..." he whispered, his voice thick. "It's different. At Renault, it was stressful. But here? It feels like an entire country is holding its breath every time I leave the garage. If I lock up, I feel like I've committed a sin against Italy."
"You are carrying the weight of a myth," you agreed gently, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. "But at the end of the day, it's just a steering wheel, four tires, and an engine. It's the same sport you've been racing in your entire life. Strip away the red paint, strip away the history, and just drive the car, Carlos."
He opened his eyes, the storm of anxiety finally starting to recede, replaced by the deep, profound gratitude he always held for you. He turned his head slightly to press a kiss to the inside of your palm, his shoulders dropping two inches as he let out a long, heavy exhale.
"You always know how to fix it," he mumbled, pulling you flush against his chest and wrapping his arms securely around you.
"I just remind you of who you are," you smiled softly, resting your chin on his shoulder and rubbing his back. "You are Carlos Sainz. And you belong in a Ferrari. The Italian press will figure that out soon enough."
"Tomorrow," he promised softly into your hair, the familiar spark of stubborn determination finally creeping back into his voice. "I will go back to the simulator tomorrow. I will figure this car out."
"I know you will," you whispered. "But for tonight... you are going to sleep. No telemetry, no setup sheets. Just sleep."
Carlos let out a low, tired chuckle, tightening his grip on you. "Okay, jefa. Deal."
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ynuser P1!!! 🏆🏁 THE FIRST WIN! 150 races of pure determination, heartbreak, resilience, and never ever giving up. I have watched you work yourself to the bone for this exact moment. You are a Formula 1 Grand Prix Winner, @ carlossainz55!!! 🌶️🇪🇸❤️ The smoothest operator of them all!
carlossainz55 We did it, mi amor. This one is for you ❤️🏆
scuderiaferrari Grande Carlos! A historic day for the team and the Sainz family!
friend1 THE HUG PICTURE 😭😭😭 I am sobbing. You can literally feel the emotion through the screen!
user1 HE FINALLY DID IT!!! And the way he ran straight to Y/N before anyone else… my heart cannot take this 🥺
user2 I remember Y/N posting about surviving the midfield battles in 2018… and now she's holding the P1 trophy with him in Ferrari red. We have come so far! 😭
lando YES MATE!!! Absolutely brilliant drive. So happy for you both!
user3 The engraved stone at Silverstone 🇬🇧 The history books will forever have his name. So incredibly proud!
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The sun hadn’t even fully breached the horizon over Madrid, casting the kitchen in a soft, hazy blue light. The apartment was entirely silent, save for the rhythmic humming of the stand mixer and the soft patter of your bare feet against the hardwood floor.
It was 6:00 AM on a Tuesday.
You were standing at the marble kitchen island, wearing a pair of oversized sweatpants and a faded red Ferrari hoodie you had permanently stolen from Carlos’s closet. Your hair was tied up in a messy clip, and there was a very distinct smudge of flour across your left cheekbone.
Yesterday had been a nightmare at the clinic. Fourteen straight hours of back-to-back patients, deciphering complex blood panels, comforting a frightened family, and dealing with a massive backlog of charts. When the weight of your Family Medicine practice got too heavy, you didn't sleep. You baked.
The smell of freshly proofed sourdough and warm cinnamon was already filling the space, acting as a grounding anchor after the clinical sterility of the hospital.
A soft shuffle of footsteps down the hallway broke the quiet.
You didn't look up as Carlos leaned heavily against the kitchen doorframe. He was half-asleep, his dark curls sticking up in every possible direction, wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants. He rubbed his eyes, blinking against the warm glow of the under-cabinet lights.
He didn't say anything at first. He just stood there, watching you aggressively knead a second batch of dough on the counter. His dark eyes softened, a small, incredibly fond smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. In a world full of roaring engines, flashing cameras, and suffocating media pressure, this was his absolute favorite view. Not the podiums, not the packed grandstands. Just you, completely in your element, making a mess of their kitchen.
"You are going to feed an entire army, mi amor," Carlos's voice was rough and thick with sleep, the Spanish accent heavier in the early morning.
You finally stopped kneading, wiping the back of your wrist across your forehead. "I had a bad shift. Dr. Silva called out sick, so I had to cover half of her pediatric cases on top of my own geriatric patients. I think I ran entirely on three sips of cold coffee yesterday."
Carlos pushed off the doorframe, walking slowly across the kitchen. He stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, entirely unbothered by the flour dusting your hoodie. He pressed a warm, lingering kiss to the side of your neck.
"You should be sleeping, Doctor," he murmured, his chest vibrating against your back.
"I couldn't turn my brain off," you admitted, leaning your weight back against him with a heavy sigh. "Every time I closed my eyes, I was reviewing prescription dosages in my head. The dough helps. It's... tactile. It makes sense."
"I know," he said softly, swaying you both gently from side to side. "But you're home now. You left it all at the clinic."
He reached blindly to his right, turning off the stand mixer so the kitchen fell completely quiet again. Then, he gently turned you around in his arms. He reached up, his thumb brushing the smudge of flour off your cheek with agonizing tenderness.
"You work too hard," he whispered, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and worry.
"Look who's talking," you teased softly, resting your flour-free hands on his bare chest. "Weren't you the one who spent six hours analyzing tire degradation data on your iPad last night?"
Carlos let out a low chuckle, his eyes crinkling. "That's different. I just drive a car in circles. You actually save people's lives."
"Don't do that," you smiled, shaking your head. "Don't downplay what you do. We just have different finish lines, Carlos."
He looked at you for a long moment, the absolute devotion in his eyes making your breath hitch slightly, even after all these years. He leaned down, pressing a soft, slow kiss to your lips. It tasted like sleep and the promise of a quiet morning.
"I'm making the coffee," he announced when he pulled away, gently untangling himself from your arms. He walked over to the espresso machine, beginning the familiar, rhythmic process of grinding the beans. "And then, I am going to sit right here and watch you bake. And you are going to tell me absolutely nothing about the hospital, and I am going to tell you absolutely nothing about Maranello. Deal?"
You looked at him—messy hair, sleep-heavy eyes, making coffee in your shared kitchen—and felt the lingering stress of the clinic finally evaporate from your shoulders.
"Deal," you smiled, turning back to your dough.
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ynuser 7 years ❤️ From the Toro Rosso rookie who sent his cousin to give me his number in Baku, to navigating the absolute madness of this life together. 7 years of team changes, time zones, delayed flights, and me stealing your clothes. I wouldn't trade a single second of it. Happy anniversary, @ carlossainz55
carlossainz55 Seven years and you still refuse to give me back that Renault hoodie. I love you more than anything, Y/N. Thank you for being my rock ❤️
carlosonoros I am still waiting for my official plaque as the founder of this relationship
ynuser @ carlosonoros I literally bought you dinner last week, caco!
friend1 The "I ❤️ Carlos Sainz" apron is sending me into orbit 😭😭 Where did you even get that?!
ynuser @ friend1 Lando got it custom-made for my birthday last year and Carlos forces me to wear it when we cook!
lando My favorite parents! Happy anniversary guys 🧡
user1 The Toro Rosso throwback photo vs the Ferrari picture 🥺 The glow-up is absolutely insane. You guys are the blueprint!
user2 The graduation throwback!!! 😭 He has literally been with him through every single era
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The humidity in the Ferrari garage was absolutely suffocating, but for the last ten laps of the Singapore Grand Prix, you hadn’t even noticed you were sweating. In fact, you were barely breathing.
You were standing with your arms tightly crossed over your chest, positioned right behind Ricky, Carlos’s race engineer. Your eyes were glued to the glowing timing screens, the numbers blurring together as a sickening sense of dread built in your stomach.
Carlos was leading. He had driven a flawless race from pole position, managing his tires perfectly around the treacherous street circuit. But a late Virtual Safety Car had allowed the Mercedes duo of George and Lewis to pit for fresh, much faster medium tires. Now, they were hunting down the leaders at an absolutely terrifying pace.
Lando was in P2, acting as a buffer, but the Mercedes cars were eating up the gap by two seconds a lap. It was only a matter of time before they swallowed Lando whole and came straight for Carlos.
"Gap to Norris is 1.2," Ricky’s voice crackled over the radio, tense but professional.
You watched the GPS tracker on the screen. The yellow dot representing Lando was desperately trying to hold off the two silver dots right behind him.
And then, the red dot representing Carlos did something that made your heart stop completely.
The gap on the timing screen suddenly dropped. 0.9 seconds. 0.8 seconds.
"What is he doing?" you gasped, leaning over the console, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles were entirely white. "Ricky, he's losing pace. Is it the tires? Did he clip the wall?!"
Ricky didn't answer immediately. The engineers around you were staring at their telemetry data, a ripple of pure confusion washing through the garage.
"Carlos, gap to Norris is 0.8," Ricky relayed, a hint of urgency creeping into his tone.
"Yeah, it's on purpose," Carlos’s voice came back over the radio. In the absolute chaos and pressure of a Marina Bay street fight, his voice was chillingly calm. Icy. "I am giving him DRS."
The garage went dead silent for a fraction of a second before the realization hit you like a physical blow.
You covered your mouth with both hands, your eyes going wide. "Oh my god," you whispered.
He was intentionally slowing down. With fresh Mercedes tires breathing down his neck and his first win of the season on the line, Carlos was deliberately backing up to drag his former teammate into his DRS zone. He knew Lando didn't have the top speed to defend against Russell on his own. But if Lando had Carlos's DRS, he could hold them off. Carlos was using Lando as a human shield to secure his own victory.
"He is out of his mind," you laughed, the sound bordering on a hysterical sob. "He is an absolute madman."
Even Fred Vasseur, standing a few feet away, took his headset off for a moment, shaking his head in sheer disbelief at the tactical genius unfolding on the screens.
For the next five laps, it was a high-speed game of chess. Every single time Lando fell out of the one-second DRS window, Carlos would lift off the throttle just enough to pull him back in. It was a terrifying tightrope walk. One lock-up, one miscalculation of a fraction of a second, and he would lose the lead.
But he didn't. He executed it with surgical, brutal precision.
When George Russell clipped the wall on the final lap, sending his Mercedes into the barriers, the tension in the Ferrari garage snapped. The eruption of noise was deafening. Mechanics were jumping, screaming, and hugging each other. You practically threw yourself at Caco, burying your face in his shoulder as you sobbed out of pure, unadulterated relief.
"CARLOS SAINZ, YOU ARE A RACE WINNER!" Ricky screamed over the radio as Carlos crossed the finish line, securing the only non-Red Bull victory of the entire 2023 season.
"Smooth operatorrrr!" Carlos sang back, his voice finally breaking with the emotion and exhaustion of the grueling race.
Ten minutes later, you were standing by the parc fermé barriers as he pulled the SF-23 into the P1 spot. The physical toll of the Singapore heat was evident the moment he pulled himself out of the cockpit. He looked completely drained, his fireproofs soaked with sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead.
But when he saw you, his eyes lit up with that familiar, boyish fire.
You slipped under the velvet rope before security could stop you, running straight into his arms. He caught you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck, not caring about the cameras, the sweat, or the noise.
"You are a genius," you breathed into his ear, holding onto him as tightly as you could. "You are an absolute, terrifying genius, Carlos."
He let out a weak, exhausted laugh, leaning his heavy head against yours. "I told you I had it under control, jefa."
"Under control? You deliberately let them get within eight tenths of you!" you scolded playfully, finally pulling back to look at his face. "You took ten years off my life today, Sainz."
"But it worked," he grinned, that devastating, confident smile breaking through the exhaustion. He reached up, cupping your cheek with a slightly shaking, gloved hand. "It worked. We won."
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ynuser Lately 🏃🏻♀️🏺🥖 A little bit of everything that keeps me sane when I’m not studying or traveling! Survived my first half-marathon, made a vase that only leans slightly to the left, and perfected my sourdough recipe!! ✨
friend1 The pottery era is my favorite era. Can I claim that vase?!
ynuser @ friend1 it’s already yours! But you have to pretend it’s perfectly straight
carlossainz55 I can personally confirm the bread was gone in under ten minutes. So proud of you for the race, mi amor! ❤️
lando Next time you bake those chocolate chip cookies, please send them directly to my driver room, thank you
friend2 Doctor, marathon runner, baker… is there anything you can't do?!
ynuser @ friend2 endure Lando for more than 10 minutes 😪
user1 Carlos commenting about her bread 😭 we love a supportive boyfriend who appreciates carbs!
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The winter break was supposed to be the quietest part of the year.
It was a chilly Thursday evening in early February. You had just finished a grueling ten-hour shift at the clinic, your brain completely fried from diagnosing back-to-back flu cases and adjusting hypertension medications. You were sitting in your car in the hospital parking lot, finally taking a second to look at your phone.
Your lock screen was an absolute disaster.
You had three missed calls from Caco, five messages from Lando consisting entirely of entirely capitalized question marks, and a barrage of F1 news alerts pushing through from Twitter and Instagram.
BREAKING: Lewis Hamilton to join Scuderia Ferrari in 2025.
Your heart plummeted straight into your stomach.
You didn't even read the articles. You threw your car into drive and practically flew back to your shared apartment in Madrid. You knew Carlos had been in contract negotiations with Ferrari for months, pushing for a multi-year extension. You knew there were delays. But this? A sudden, tectonic shift in the driver market right before the 2024 season even started?
When you unlocked the front door and dropped your keys on the console table, the apartment was completely dark, save for the ambient city light spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
You found Carlos sitting in the living room. The television was off. He was just sitting on the edge of the sofa, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, staring blankly at the dark screen of his phone sitting on the coffee table.
"Carlos," you breathed out, shrugging off your coat and dropping your bag onto a chair.
He didn't look up immediately. He just let out a long, heavy exhale that sounded like it had been trapped in his lungs for hours. "Fred called me," he said, his voice eerily quiet. "Before the press release went out. He called me to tell me himself."
You walked over, kneeling on the rug between his knees so you could look up at his face. His eyes were shadowed, carrying a mixture of profound exhaustion and a quiet, stinging hurt. You reached out, placing your hands gently over his. His skin was ice cold.
"I'm so sorry, mi amor," you whispered, your thumbs tracing the knuckles of his hands.
"It's Lewis," Carlos muttered, a humorless, dry chuckle escaping his lips as he finally met your eyes. "I mean... how do you even argue with that? It's a seven-time world champion. If it was anyone else, I think I would be tearing this apartment apart. But it's Lewis Hamilton."
"That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt," you reminded him softly. "You have given everything to this team for the last three years. You pulled them out of the midfield. You gave them their only win last year in Singapore. You are allowed to be angry."
Carlos closed his eyes, his jaw clenching tight. "I feel like I failed, Y/N. I thought I had done enough to prove I belonged there long-term. I thought we were building something together. And now, I have to walk into Maranello next week, put on that red suit, and drive an entire season knowing I'm just keeping the seat warm for someone else."
The raw vulnerability in his voice shattered your heart. You knew exactly how much Ferrari meant to him. It wasn't just a contract; it was the realization of a childhood dream, a legacy he desperately wanted to leave his mark on.
You shifted your grip, moving your hands up to cup his face. His scruff was rough against your palms, but he immediately leaned his weight into your touch, seeking the grounding anchor he always found in you.
"Listen to me," you said, your voice adopting that steady, unshakeable tone you used when you needed a patient to look you in the eye and listen to the diagnosis. "You did not fail. You drove flawlessly. You outsmarted the entire grid in Marina Bay. You proved you are championship material. Ferrari making a corporate, historic move for Lewis does not erase a single ounce of your talent."
Carlos swallowed hard, keeping his eyes closed as he let your words wash over him.
"You still have 24 races left in that car," you continued, your voice fierce with conviction. "24 races to show every single team principal on the grid exactly what they are missing out on. You don't walk into the garage with your head down. You walk in there, you get in that car, and you make them regret letting you go. You make yourself the most valuable free agent in the history of this sport."
He finally opened his eyes. The defeat that had been clouding his dark irises was slowly, agonizingly, being pushed aside by a familiar spark of stubborn, fiery Spanish pride.
"Twenty-four races," he repeated softly, the words testing the air.
"Twenty-four races," you confirmed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "And I will be right there for every single one of them. We are going to make this your best season yet. Deal?"
Carlos let out a shaky breath, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the faint scent of hospital sanitizer and your familiar perfume.
"What would I do without you, Doctor?" he mumbled against your skin, his grip tightening.
"You'll never have to find out," you whispered back, holding him just as tightly. "Now, come on. Let's get off the floor. I'm ordering pizza, and we are turning your phone off for the rest of the night."
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The sterile, overly air-conditioned hospital room in Jeddah was a jarring contrast to the blistering heat and deafening roar of the Corniche Circuit.
You were sitting in a stiff plastic chair pulled flush against the hospital bed, your eyes scanning the digital monitor above Carlos’s head. As a Family Medicine doctor, reading vitals was second nature. Heart rate steady. Oxygen saturation perfect. Blood pressure returning to normal. The laparoscopic appendectomy had been completely textbook, leaving him with three small incisions and a heavy dose of IV antibiotics.
Clinically, he was perfectly fine.
Emotionally, as his girlfriend of nearly nine years, the last twenty-four hours had taken a massive toll on you.
When he had first complained of a stomach ache on Wednesday, everyone assumed it was food poisoning. But on Thursday, after he dragged himself out of the SF-24 following FP2, pale and sweating through his fireproofs, you had laid him down on the sofa in his driver room. The moment your fingers pressed into his right lower quadrant—specifically McBurney’s point—he had recoiled in absolute agony. The severe rebound tenderness, combined with the low-grade fever, had given you the diagnosis before the hospital’s CT scan even confirmed it.
Acute appendicitis.
A quiet groan pulled you from your thoughts. Carlos shifted on the bed, his face twisting in discomfort as the lingering anesthesia began to wear off. His dark eyelashes fluttered before his eyes finally cracked open, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights.
"Hey," you breathed out, immediately leaning forward and wrapping both of your hands gently around his left hand, being careful to avoid the IV line taped to the back of his palm.
Carlos blinked a few times, trying to focus on your face. He looked incredibly pale, his signature messy curls plastered to his forehead. He swallowed hard, his throat dry from the intubation tube.
"Water?" you asked softly.
He nodded weakly. You poured a small amount of water into a plastic cup, slipping a straw between his lips and letting him take a few slow, careful sips. When he pulled back, he let his head fall heavy against the pillow, letting out a long, shuddering exhale.
"Did they..." his voice was a raspy whisper, barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning. "Is it out?"
"It's out," you confirmed, offering a small, relieved smile as your thumb brushed over his knuckles. "The surgery went perfectly. No rupture, no complications. You're going to be completely fine, Carlos."
He closed his eyes, relief washing over his exhausted features. But because he was Carlos Sainz, the relief only lasted for exactly three seconds before the racer in him woke up.
His eyes snapped open, a sudden panic setting in. "What day is it? What time is qualifying?"
"Carlos, stop," you said firmly, placing your free hand gently on his chest to keep him from trying to sit up. "Do not engage your core. It's Friday afternoon."
"I have to get back to the track," he mumbled, his brow furrowing as he tried to shift his weight, instantly hissing in pain as the movement pulled at his fresh incisions.
"You are not going anywhere near a race car," you ordered, your voice shifting effortlessly from a worried girlfriend into your strict, authoritative doctor tone. "You just had a major abdominal organ removed, Carlos. You have stitches through your muscle wall. If you try to pull 5Gs in a Formula 1 car right now, you will literally tear your own abdomen open."
He let his head drop back against the pillow, defeat washing over him in a devastating wave. The reality of missing the race—of sitting in a hospital bed while someone else drove his Ferrari—was hitting him harder than the physical pain.
"Who is in the car?" he asked quietly, staring up at the ceiling.
"Ollie Bearman," you answered gently. "Fred called him up from F2 this morning. He's taking care of it."
Carlos swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. "I should be there. With the team. I was so fast in practice, Y/N. The car felt so good."
"I know," you whispered, your heart breaking for him. You stood up, leaning over the bed to press a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. His skin was finally cool, the fever having broken during the surgery. "And you will be back in that car before you know it. But right now, your only job is to rest. For once in your life, you are going to listen to medical advice."
Carlos turned his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. Even exhausted and drugged on painkillers, the sheer adoration in his gaze was entirely intact.
"Are you my doctor today, or my girlfriend?" he mumbled, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his dry lips.
"I'm both," you replied, running your fingers gently through his curls. "Which means you are in double the amount of trouble if you try to get out of this bed."
"Okay, Doctora," he whispered, his heavy eyelids already starting to droop as the medication pulled him back under. He shifted his hand weakly, lacing his fingers through yours and holding on as tightly as his current state allowed. "Thank you. For catching it. For staying."
"Always," you promised, kissing his knuckles. "Now go to sleep, Carlos. The track will be there when you wake up."
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ynuser VIVA MÉXICO! 🇲🇽🏆 What a weekend, what a race, what a driver. From hospital beds to the top step in Mexico! You were absolutely untouchable out there today, @ carlossainz55!! so incredibly proud of you ❤️ (also, swipe to see a happy carlando reunion 🧡❤️)
carlossainz55 Gracias, mi amor. The absolute best support system in the world. Next time I'll let you lift the trophy, I promise it's heavier than it looks! ❤️
lando I'm just happy I finally made it into the aesthetic photo dump, to be honest (Congrats again, old man 🤝)
ynuser @ lando You earned your spot on the grid and on the feed today, Lando! P2! 🥈
scuderiaferrari Una vittoria fantastica! Thank you for the incredible support, Y/N!
friend1 The denim jacket look in the paddock?! Doctor Y/N serving absolute looks while her man dominates the track! 🗣️🔥
user1 From having his appendix removed to dominating Mexico City… his comeback this year needs to be studied in medical textbooks, Dr. Y/N!
ynuser @ user1 Trust me, I'm already writing the case study on his stubbornness! 😂
user2 THE PICTURE OF HIM WALKING PAST MCLAREN 😭😭 My Carlando heart is so full! The fact that they shared this podium is everything
teamcarlos The way she looks at him in the second slide 🥺 You can just see how proud she is of him. Nine years of this!
user3 The Mexican crowd chanting his name while Y/N watched from the garage… absolute cinema. Enjoy the celebrations tonight! 🥂✨
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The crisp December wind biting at your cheeks did nothing to dull the absolute magic of the Fiorano Circuit.
It was December 17, 2024. The sky over Maranello was a pale, wintery blue, but the ground was a sea of vibrant, beating red. The Tifosi had lined the fences since dawn, their massive flags rippling in the breeze, chanting a name that had become woven into the fabric of their historic team over the last four years.
“Carlos! Carlos! Carlos!”
You stood at the edge of the pit lane, your hands tucked into the pockets of your dark winter coat. Next to you, Charles Leclerc leaned against the barrier, dressed in his civilian clothes but wearing a Ferrari beanie, a bittersweet smile on his face. He hadn’t been required to be here today, but he had insisted. He wouldn't have missed his teammate's final goodbye for the world.
A few feet away, Fred Vasseur was talking to the mechanics, orchestrating a farewell that felt less like a corporate send-off and more like a family celebration.
Suddenly, the unmistakable, earth-shaking roar of a modern V6 hybrid engine shattered the morning air. The crowd erupted into a deafening cheer.
Out of the garage rolled the F1-75. It was the exact chassis Carlos had driven to his maiden Formula 1 victory at Silverstone in 2022. Seeing it on the track again made your chest tighten with a rush of pride. But he wasn't alone. Pulling out right alongside him, engine revving in a beautiful, echoing harmony, was his father.
Watching Carlos and Carlos Sr. drive side-by-side down the Fiorano straight was absolute cinema. Two generations of motorsport royalty, sharing the asphalt in the most legendary cars in the world. They matched each other's pace perfectly, the sun glinting off their visors as they took the corners in tandem.
"He looks good in it, doesn't he?" Charles murmured beside you, his breath pluming in the cold air.
"He always did," you smiled softly, watching the F1-75 brake into the hairpin. "It’s hard to believe it’s really over."
"He left his mark," Charles said warmly, bumping his shoulder gently against yours. "We won't forget him. Italy won't forget him."
When the high-speed exhibition finished, the V6 engines were cut, leaving a ringing silence in their wake. But the tribute was far from over.
The mechanics wheeled out a pristine, open-cockpit 1950s Ferrari. It was a masterpiece of raw, vintage engineering, painted in that deep, classic Rosso Corsa.
Carlos climbed out of the F1-75, pulling off his helmet to reveal his messy curls. He was smiling so hard it looked like it hurt. He walked over to his dad, pulling him into a massive, back-slapping hug, before turning to the vintage machine waiting for him.
He didn't put his helmet back on. He just slipped into the leather driver's seat, gripped the wooden steering wheel, and fired up the thunderous, mechanical engine.
As Carlos began his slow lap of honor around Fiorano, he drove entirely with one hand. His other hand was raised high in the air, waving to the hundreds of Tifosi pressing against the chain-link fences. Fans were crying, lighting red flares that sent thick, scarlet smoke drifting across the track. He slowed down near the grandstands, shouting his thanks over the roar of the vintage engine, soaking in every single second of the love pouring down on him.
It was a goodbye fit for a king.
When he finally brought the classic car back to the pit lane, cutting the engine for the very last time as a Ferrari driver, the entire garage broke into a massive round of applause. Fred was the first to greet him, pulling him into a tight embrace, followed closely by Charles, who ruffled Carlos’s hair and whispered something that made them both laugh.
But as the crowd of mechanics and engineers slowly parted, Carlos’s dark eyes found yours.
He climbed out of the 50s Ferrari and walked straight toward you. The red race suit was smeared with a bit of grease, and his face was flushed from the cold and the adrenaline, but he looked completely at peace.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You held him tightly, resting your chin on his shoulder, the smell of exhaust, burning rubber, and his familiar cologne wrapping around you.
"We did it," he whispered against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "Four years, Y/N."
"You did beautifully," you murmured back, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. "You gave them everything you had. And they love you for it."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, that boyish, devastating grin lighting up his face despite the tears shining in his eyes. He reached up, his thumb gently brushing against your cheekbone.
"Are you ready for the next chapter, Doctor?" he asked softly.
You smiled, lacing your fingers with his as the Tifosi continued to sing his name in the background. "With you? Always. Let's go build a legacy at Williams."
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ynuser First day of school vibes! 🏫 Packed his breakfast, made sure we we're rocking our new blue shoes, and sent him off to grove with his ID badge securely glued to his hand. He even promised to make new friends and stay out of trouble 😐 so incredibly excited for this new chapter with @ williamsracing! Let’s go, @ carlossainz55! 💙
carlossainz55 You forgot to pack my favorite cookies, Doctor. But the new kit feels fast! Thank you for always taking care of me, mi amor ❤️
lando No way you actually made him hold a chalkboard 😭😭😭 I am crying laughing, this is elite parenting Y/N!
ynuser @ lando I had to document the milestone, Lando! He grew up so fast 🥺
williamsracing Welcome to your new classroom, Carlos! We promise to make sure he plays nice at recess, Y/N! 💙
alex_albon Don't worry Y/N, I'll show him where the lockers are and make sure he doesn't get lost around the factory 🤝 liked by ynuser
friend1 The "My Best Move: Smooth Operator" on the board is sending me into orbit. He is so deeply corny and we love him for it!!!
teamcarlos The ID badge selfie in the car is peak proud girlfriend energy. The blue era is officially underway! ✨ liked by ynuser
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ynuser THE BLUE ERA IS officially cooking! 💙🏆 You drove like an absolute demon today, @ carlossainz55. The operator remains incredibly smooth! 🌶️✨ (swipe for a very sweaty paddock kiss and caco celebrating with sparkles, bc why not?)
carlossainz55 We did it, mi amor!!! This one feels so, so special. Thank you for always being my anchor ❤️🏆
williamsracing History made today. First of many together! Thank you for being part of the family, Y/N! 💙 liked by ynuser
carlosonoros Unbelievable drive! The kiss in slide 3… okay you guys are trying to make the paddock cry today 🥺
lando The blue suit actually doesn't look half bad on you, mate. Brilliant drive, well deserved!
user1 Dr. Y/N watching from the balcony in slide 1 is such an iconic shot. She looks like a proud supervisor making sure he follows medical clearance! 🩺👑
user2 From the heartbreak of last February to standing on the podium in blue… what a journey. Y/N has been there through it all! ❤️ COLLABORATOR ERAS!
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The neon lights of the Lusail International Circuit were blinding, but your eyes were completely glued to the timing screens in the Williams garage.
It was the 2025 Qatar Grand Prix, and Carlos had driven an absolute masterclass. Despite taking a grid penalty and starting from seventh position, he had carved his way through the field with ruthless precision. By the closing stages, he was sitting firmly in P3, on track to secure his second podium with Williams.
But with exactly four laps to go, the radio crackled.
"Something is broken in the front," Carlos's voice was tight, the physical exertion of manhandling the FW47 bleeding into the microphone. "I've lost a lot of front grip."
You stopped breathing. As a doctor, you were used to high-pressure situations, but watching the man you loved race a malfunctioning car at 300 kilometers per hour was a completely different kind of stress.
You watched the telemetry data drop in real-time. Carlos was suddenly losing anywhere from half a second to a full second per lap.
"Copy that, Carlos," James' voice came over the channel, steadying the entire garage. "Norris is closing. You just need to hold him off."
Because of the sudden loss of pace, Norris had caught up and slipped right into Carlos's DRS zone for a terrifying final shootout. It was a complete role reversal of their Singapore days, but Carlos wasn't backing down. He defended every single corner, placing the wounded Williams exactly where Lando wanted to be, refusing to yield an inch of asphalt.
When Max crossed the line to win, followed by Oscar, the entire Williams garage held its breath.
And then, Carlos dragged his car across the finish line, keeping Lando behind him by mere tenths of a second to secure third place.
The garage exploded. Mechanics were screaming, hugging each other, and slamming the desks. You let out a shaky, hysterical laugh, leaning heavily against the nearest counter as the pure adrenaline crashed out of your system.
When he finally pulled into parc fermé, he looked completely exhausted. The desert heat and the physical toll of fighting the broken car had drained him. But the moment he spotted you in the blue Williams team kit, that familiar, devastating grin broke across his face.
You slipped past the media pen, throwing your arms around his neck the second he was close enough.
"You are going to put me in cardiac arrest one of these days, Sainz," you breathed into his shoulder, holding him impossibly tight.
"Second podium in blue, Doctor," he laughed, the sound vibrating against you. "I told you we were building a legacy here."
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ynuser How the ski trip started: Me yelling at @ carlossainz55 for making us hike up a freezing mountain when we could have been perfectly happy inside drinking hot chocolate 😪 How it ended: …okay, I guess the view was actually worth it. WE’RE GETTING MARRIED!!! 💍
carlossainz55 I told you I had a good reason for the hike! I love you so much, future Mrs. Sainz ❤️💍
ynuser @ carlossainz55 you are very lucky I didn't push you off the ridge before you pulled the box out! I love you! ❤️
lando Can I be the ring bearer? Or the flower girl? Actually, I’m just assuming I am the Best Man. (Massive congrats guys, so happy for you!!! ❤)
ynuser @ lando you can be in charge of the wedding cake, Lando!
carlosonoros It only took a decade and risking frostbite to finally make it happen! So incredibly happy for you both 🥂
williamsracing Massive congratulations to you both from everyone at Grove! 💙💍
friend1 THE ROCK!!! 🗣️ THE KNEE IN THE SNOW!!! 🗣️ DR. Y/N IS OFFICIALLY TYING THE KNOT I AM IN SHAMBLES!!!
user1 I HAVE NEVER SCREAMED SO LOUD AT MY PHONE. We survived the midfield, we survived the Ferrari pressure, we survived an appendectomy, and now we are getting a wedding!!! 😭
user2 The photo of him on one knee in the middle of the mountains… absolute cinema. He is so romantic!
user3 A diamond almost as blinding as the snow! 🤩 We are going to need all the details of this proposal immediately! Congratulations! ✨
Hii can u write you and will are in the back of an uber and his head is hurting him and he is acting like a baby and wants help but he doesn’t want anyone to know just you❤️❤️
WS2.||will smith.
fluff.
will has a headache.
“Hahahah.” I let out a light laugh at the joke Ryan just cracked from the front seat. We were crammed into the back of the Uber, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows. Will, who had been quiet for most of the ride, slowly leaned over and rested his head heavily on my shoulder. His hand found mine, his fingers interlacing with my own as he gave a subtle, frantic tug.
“Yes, baby?” I murmured, shifting so I could get a better look at him. His hat was off, resting forgotten in his lap, and the usual spark in his eyes was replaced by a dull, heavy glaze of exhaustion and pain.
“My head hurts,” he whispered, the words barely audible against the hum of the car.
I immediately brought my free hand up, pressing my palm gently against his forehead to check for a fever. “I think it’s just a bad headache, baby,” I said softly, trying to sound more confident than I felt. I began rhythmically rubbing his temple, hoping the gentle pressure would offer even the slightest bit of relief.
“We’re almost home, I promise,” I added, leaning down to press a lingering, soothing kiss to the crown of his head. Around us, the rest of the group continued their conversation, completely oblivious to how much Will was suffering beside me.
“Ow,” Will suddenly hissed, his body tensing against me. I immediately pulled him closer, rubbing soothing circles into his back, feeling utterly helpless.
“Yo, Will, connect to the Bluetooth,” one of the guys called out. The Uber driver toggled the settings, “you got it.” will said to will vote and suddenly, the car was filled with the jarring blast of loud, upbeat music. Will winced, his entire frame recoiling as if the sound waves were physical strikes against his skull.
“I know, baby, shhh, it’s okay,” I whispered, wrapping my arms tightly around him and pressing my hands over his ears to muffle the bass, trying to create a small pocket of silence for him.
I felt a dampness seep through the fabric of my shirt near my chest, and my heart shattered. He wasn't just in pain; he was crying. The sight of him struggling so hard made my own chest ache with a sympathetic sting. He pushed himself deeper into my space, his leg draping heavily over mine, seeking any anchor he could find.
“We’re home, baby,” I whispered against his hair as the car slowed to a halt. I gave his leg a gentle, reassuring tap. He didn't even acknowledge the others as we climbed out; he just scrambled out of the car, eyes fixed on the ground, clearly needing to escape the world.
I reached out, gently wiping the silent tears from his cheeks as we reached the front door. “Let’s get you inside, get some medicine, and get you to sleep,” I promised, kissing his nose before fumbling with the keys to unlock the door.
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SMAU + fic. AM!Fernando Alonso with fem!reader. She is friends with Pedro De La Rosa and he had invited her to the race since forever. She doesn't like much attention so she steers away from it. Pedro understood but he wanted his friend to be there and maybe get her to go out more. Nando saw her with Lance and inquired about her. Pedro being a matchmaker 😁 You decide how it goes. Fluff, maybe suggestive. Thanks!! :))
a/n: Sorry it took so long to write it but I was very busy with planning the fanfics of a small (big) F1 universe but I’ll tell you more later. In the meantime, I hope you like this! You can leave any request you want in my inbox!!!
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The noise of the paddock was overwhelming at first, the mix of roaring engines, hurried footsteps, and fans clamoring for autographs sending your nerves on edge. You stuck to the quieter areas near Aston Martin’s hospitality, thankful for the shade and a little distance from the chaos. Pedro had promised that attending a race would be worth it, even if you weren’t so sure.
“Come on, y/n, one day won’t kill you,” he had said over the phone. “Besides, I’ve been asking you for years. You owe me.”
Now, as you leaned against a railing with a bottle of water, you weren’t sure if this had been a good idea. You hated attention, and even walking through the paddock felt like every eye was on you.
“Y/N,” Pedro called, his familiar voice cutting through your thoughts. He approached with a wide grin, hands shoved casually in his pockets. “You’re not regretting this already, are you?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Let’s just say it’s… different. I’m not used to all this chaos.”
Pedro chuckled, patting your shoulder. “It’s not so bad. You just need a distraction. Actually, I think Lance wanted to show you something.”
You turned, noticing Lance Stroll a short distance away, waving at you. “Yeah, he mentioned something earlier. I’ll go check it out.”
Pedro gave you an exaggerated thumbs-up. “Go, have fun. I’ll be around.”
(...)
Fernando Alonso had been leaning casually against the Aston Martin motorhome, chatting with an engineer about the car’s setup, when his attention was drawn to a figure walking alongside Lance. You moved with an air of quiet confidence, though it was clear you were trying to keep a low profile.
“Who’s that with Lance?” Fernando asked, his curiosity piqued.
Pedro, who had just rejoined the group, followed Fernando’s gaze and smirked. “That’s Y/N. A good friend of mine. I finally convinced her to come to a race.”
“Not much for the spotlight?” Fernando asked, his eyes still on you.
“She hates it,” Pedro confirmed. “But she’s a great person. Smart, funny… You’d like her.”
Fernando tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I might have to introduce myself.”
Pedro raised an eyebrow. “Just don’t scare her off, Nando.”
(...)
You were deep in conversation with Lance, who was explaining the intricacies of the car’s aerodynamics, when you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you found Fernando standing there, his signature smirk firmly in place.
“Hola,” he greeted, his voice smooth and warm. “Mind if I join?”
Caught off guard, you blinked before nodding. “Uh, sure.”
“Fernando, this is Y/N,” Lance said, gesturing between the two of you. “She’s a friend of Pedro’s.”
Fernando extended his hand, and you shook it hesitantly. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” you replied, your voice steady despite the sudden flutter in your chest.
Pedro appeared at just the right moment, grinning like a proud matchmaker. “Ah, I see you’ve met already.”
Fernando shot him a knowing look. “You didn’t tell me your friend was so nice.”
Pedro shrugged, feigning innocence. “I figured you’d find out on your own.”
Lance, sensing the dynamic, excused himself with a quick wave. “I’ll leave you all to it.”
As the conversation continued, Fernando leaned against the railing beside you, his tone casual but his gaze sharp and focused. “So, Y/N, what do you think of the race weekend so far?”
“It’s… chaotic,” you admitted with a small laugh. “But it’s been interesting to see everything up close. I’m not used to this kind of environment.”
“You seem to be handling it well,” Fernando said, his voice dropping slightly. “Most people would be overwhelmed, but you seem calm.”
You smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “I’m good at blending into the background.”
He tilted his head, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “I don’t think you blend in as much as you think. You stand out in the best way.”
Your cheeks warmed at his words, and you glanced down at your water bottle, fiddling with the cap. “Pedro didn’t warn me about you.”
Fernando chuckled, the sound low and warm. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Before the moment could grow too intense, Pedro clapped his hands, breaking the spell. “Alright, you two, let’s not forget there’s a free practice happening soon.”
Fernando straightened, his eyes lingering on you. “Maybe I’ll see you after the race?”
You hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Maybe.”
As Fernando walked away, Pedro leaned in with a mischievous grin. “You’re welcome.”
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. Maybe Pedro had been right, maybe.
(...)
The roar of the engines still echoed faintly around the paddock as you leaned against the railing near Aston Martin’s hospitality. Practice had ended, and while the buzz of activity hadn’t entirely subsided, this quiet corner offered a welcome reprieve.
But now, as you sipped water and observed the comings and goings, you felt yourself relaxing—just a little. That is, until you spotted someone walking toward you with an unmistakable confidence.
You tried to feign nonchalance, focusing intently on your water bottle, but his smirk made it clear he wasn’t fooled.
“Hello again,” he greeted smoothly, stopping just a few steps away. “So, what did you think of practice?”
You gave him a polite smile, though there was a playful glint in your eyes. “It was fine. Although…”
His eyebrow arched, curiosity flickering in his expression. “Although what?”
“Well,” you said, your tone light as you shrugged. “I think I enjoyed it more when Vettel was still on track.”
For a moment, he looked genuinely surprised, but then amusement overtook his features. “Ah, Vettel,” he repeated, placing a hand on his chest as if deeply wounded. “An impressive driver, of course. But… me? Not even a little credit?”
You bit back a grin, enjoying the game. “Let’s just say… you’re fine. For a second choice.”
“Second choice,” he echoed, his voice dripping with mock offense as he took a small step closer. “That’s harsh, Y/N.”
“I’m just being honest,” you replied, lifting your chin in defiance, though the way his gaze lingered on you made your pulse race.
He chuckled, shaking his head as if in disbelief. “Pedro didn’t warn me you were this dangerous. He made it sound like you’d be shy and quiet.”
“I can be,” you said, feigning innocence. “When I want to be.”
“I see,” he murmured, leaning in slightly. His voice dropped to a teasing murmur. “But I think I prefer this version of you. Keeps things interesting.”
Your cheeks warmed, but you refused to let him have the upper hand. “And you? Always chasing after challenges?”
“Always,” he said, his tone steady and sure, his eyes locked on yours. “And I think I’ll enjoy chasing this one.”
Before you could come up with a reply, Pedro’s voice interrupted the moment.
“Ah, I see you two found each other again,” he said, approaching with a knowing grin.
Fernando straightened, though his gaze didn’t waver from you. “We’re getting to know each other better,” he said casually, though the undertone of mischief was unmistakable.
Pedro smirked, looking at you. “Well, Y/N, looks like you’re adjusting to the paddock life just fine.”
You rolled your eyes, still feeling the warmth in your cheeks. “Something like that.”
Fernando flashed you one last smile. “I’ll see you after qualifying?”
“Maybe,” you replied, a hint of teasing in your tone.
As he walked away, Pedro nudged you with a grin. “What did I tell you? A little fresh air never hurts.”
You shot him a pointed look. “This is all your fault.”
After qualifying, you found yourself back in the same spot, enjoying the last bit of quiet before the chaos of race day. You were mid-thought when Fernando appeared again, his helmet tucked under one arm and an unreadable expression on his face.
“Back here again,” he said, stopping in front of you. “Do you always avoid the fun part of the paddock?”
“I don’t like too much attention,” you admitted with a shrug.
“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, setting his helmet down on the railing. “You know, for someone who says that, you’ve managed to catch quite a lot of mine.”
The boldness of his statement left you momentarily speechless, and he smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction.
“How was qualifying?” you asked, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere.
He grinned. “Good. Could have been better if I had my biggest fan cheering for me, though.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “Biggest fan? Weren’t you listening earlier? Vettel’s my favorite.”
“And yet, here you are, talking to me,” he countered, leaning slightly closer. “Maybe I’m growing on you.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Too late,” he quipped, his smirk softening into something almost sincere. “But if you’re serious about Vettel, maybe I need to step up my game.”
Before you could answer, he straightened and glanced over his shoulder toward the motorhome. “Dinner,” he said abruptly.
“What?”
“Dinner,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument but still laced with charm. “Let me make up for being your second choice.”
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Who said I was going to let you?”
He leaned in just slightly, his gaze locking with yours. “Because you’re curious, and so am I.”
There was a confidence in his voice that made it impossible to say no. Against your better judgment, you smiled. “Alright. But only if you promise not to try too hard.”
His laugh was low and warm. “No promises, Y/N. No promises.”
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y/n.user: I'll admit it, Pedro was right.
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fernandoalo_oficial: Am I your favourite now?
y/n.user: fernandoalo_oficial and you are...?
lance_stroll: I am her favourite, old man
y/n.user: second favourite, but yeah
fernandoalo_oficial: WHAT ABOUT ME?
y/n.user: you were dropped to the top 5
fernandoalo_oficial: not even top 3?
y/n.user: after that paella and that Lewis's performance? hell no