#sainz

[bolodamoranguinho]

WHATTA MAN HELP 😫😫

[landorris]

yes, and? | carlos sainz x fem! leclerc reader

part four to this

fc; sophia birlem

warnings; english is not my first language, 10 years of age gap (20 to 29/30)

taglist; @thef1diary @bigsimperika @shobaes @d3kstar @stinkyjax @the-untamed-soul @bibissparkles @judespoision

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yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, thedude and others

yourusername: played (and won) against a random dude

user1: party animal

user2: i wanna be like her

danielricciardo: going out without me i see

yourusername: next week danny

thedude: you were pretty wild last night, if you ever want a rematch just hit me up

user3: oh she’s living the life

charles_leclerc: stop going out

pascale.leclerc.355: let your sister live!

yourusername: you tell him maman!

your phone

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo,carlossainz55 and others

yourusername: red for ferrari podium in monza❤️

user1: okay mysterious man again

danielricciardo: oh i think i got it

user2: at this point just say it’s carlos

user3: supportive sister

user4: carlos liking again

carlossainz55

liked by danielricciardo, landonorris and others

carlossainz55: had the best view in monaco, and it wasn’t from p2

user1: yeah they definitely got back together

user2: PARENTS

landonorris: congrats muppet❤️

carlossainz55: gracías lando🧡

user3: THE HEART COLORS OH THEY’RE SO DEAR TO ME

user4: carlos sainz leading the championship 🕯️

yourusername

liked by landonorris, carlossainz55 and others

yourusername: felt cold during night in canada

user1: okay she has to come to spain

user2: carlos in the likes

carlossainz55: i could tell

yourusername: 🤓

user3: OMG CARLOS COMMENTED

user4: THEY’VE BEEN SOFT LUNCHING FOR MONTHS

your phone

yourusername

liked by carlossainz55, lorenzotl and others

yourusername: told this little (not so little) guy i would hard lunch him if he won his home race so congrats ig (first pic his him looking at my feed waiting for it) te quiero mí amor ❤️‍🔥

carlossainz55: it was worth the wait

carlossainz55: te quiero mucho más

user1: we knew it

danielricciardo: i kept this secret for like two weeks and i was dying

landonorris: same here mate

charles_leclerc: you told DANIEL and not me???? I’M YOUR BROTHER

yourusername: i told lorenzo

charles_leclerc: LORENZO KNEW?

lorenzotl: ofc i knew

carlossainz55

liked by yourusername, arthur_leclerc and others

carlossainz55: just the bad bitch i pulled from being spanish 🌶️ je t'aime mon petit❤️‍🔥

yourusername: not the pics choice

yourusername: charles is going to freak out

yourusername: je t’aime carlitos❤️❤️

user1: WOW

user2: the difference between the posts is sending me😭😭

user3: is charles alive?

charles_leclerc: WTF IS THIS MATE

charles_leclerc: DELETE THIS SHE’S A CHILD

carlossainz55: belive me, she’s not

charles_leclerc: you’re dead

arthur_leclerc: this is my sister 😐

lorenzotl: don’t fuck up again carlos

carlossainz55: i won’t🫡

user4: her relationship with arthur is so dear to me

user5: i love how we all ignored that he won

[mmeimono]

all i wish for christmas is therapy sessions for ferrari fans

[avida-heidia-5]

Iconic Carlando moment post-Japanese GP in 2019 🧡🧡🧡🧡

(Sorry about the gif quality!)

[verstappensrealwife]

Champagne Flows - Carlos Sainz x Bimbo!Reader

fluff.

approx. 900 words

warnings : I actually don't know if i like this so bare with me I am TIRED!

carlos sainz masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

You were never quite savvy about the sport; your main role seemed to be to add a touch of glamour to race weekends and cheer on your boyfriend.

He took pleasure in parading you around, often chuckling as you listened with a clueless smile to his mechanics' attempts to enlighten you on why Carlos couldn't simply "go a bit faster."

Your wardrobe was always top-notch, albeit on the more provocative side. But Carlos adored your choice of little skirts, tight tops, towering heels, and flashy accessories. He relished treating you to something fresh and eye-catching for each race of the season, whether it was a splash of pink or a shimmering trinket.

As you wander through the F1 pitlane, the scene overwhelms you with its chaos and glamour. The paddock is a maze of flashy trailers and towering hospitality suites, each adorned with logos and brands that seem to blur together in a sea of luxury. You feel a bit lost amidst the hustle and bustle, but you keep your head high, knowing that you're here to support your boyfriend and look good while doing it.

The pitlane itself is a sensory overload, with the smell of burning rubber mixing with the deafening roar of engines being tuned to perfection. You watch as mechanics scurry about, tweaking this and adjusting that, all while your boyfriend tries to explain the intricacies of it all to you. You nod along, pretending to understand, but truth be told, it's all Greek to you.

But hey, who needs to understand the ins and outs of the sport when you look like a million bucks? You strut around in your carefully curated ensembles, each one designed to turn heads as you saunter by. Carlos may chuckle at your occasional silly questions, but he always appreciates the effort you put into your appearance.

With your love for all things pink and shiny, you fit right into the fast-paced world of Formula 1, even if your knowledge is more on the surface level. But that doesn't stop you from being his biggest supporter. You cheer him on with gusto, clapping and jumping up and down whenever he returns to the garage, regardless of whether he's in the points or not.

As the Bahrain Grand Prix unfolds, you find yourself stationed in his garage, surrounded by mechanics bustling about. When you skip over to his car and knock on his helmet for good luck, it's a gesture filled with optimism and affection.

And luck seems to be on your side this time. P3! The thrill of victory rushes through you as you dash over to embrace your boyfriend, showering him with kisses all over his face and neck. The cameras capture the moment, his smile as wide as the track itself, as you lavish him with affection.

Sure, he may not have clinched the top spot on the podium, but in that moment, he won something even more precious: you.

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As cameras had moved on to Charles, with the taste of victory still lingering, you and Carlos revel in the afterglow of his success. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close as if he never wants to let go. Amidst the flurry of activity in the garage, the world fades away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of bliss.

You feel his heartbeat against your chest, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of your own racing pulse. His eyes, alight with joy and adoration, lock onto yours, and in that shared gaze, you find a connection that transcends the roar of the engines and the glare of the cameras.

As the celebrations continue around you, you steal moments of stolen kisses and whispered promises, each one a testament to the depth of your love. You trace the contours of his face with your fingertips, committing every detail to memory, as if trying to capture this moment in time forever.

And when the champagne flows and the cheers echo through the paddock, you cling to each other like two souls bound by destiny, united in triumph and passion. For in this world of speed and competition, your love shines brightest of all, a beacon of warmth and devotion that knows no bounds.

“How about instead of going out to celebrate, we go back to the hotel, room service and movies?” He offered, you nodded more than quickly, not containing your excitement until you were finally in the car back to the hotel.

Your heart flutters at his suggestion, and you nod enthusiastically, your excitement palpable as you envision a night of indulgence and relaxation. The idea of room service and movies sounds like a dream come true, a chance to escape the chaos of race day and immerse yourself in simple pleasures.

As you settle into the plush seats of the car for the ride back to the hotel, you can hardly contain your glee. The thought of cuddling up with Carlos, of sharing laughs and whispers as you lose yourselves in the comfort of each other's arms, fills you with a sense of childlike joy. You glance over at him, your eyes wide with anticipation, your hair framing your face in a halo of innocence.

In that moment, with the promise of a cosy night ahead, everything else fades into the background, leaving just you and him, bound together by a love that transcends logic or reason. And as the car pulls away from the racetrack, you can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this simple yet profound moment of connection, a moment that reminds you of the beauty in life's simplest pleasures.

el fin.

yuck i hate my writing GHRWHAEAIUL

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Charlos🏎️

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[cutielando]

the smooth operation ~ carlos sainz

Summary: You reminisce about the start of your relationship with Carlos, which he likes to call "the smooth operation."

Words: 1.1k+

Other works: my masterlist

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Present

"Remember when we first met?" you randomly asked Carlos as you were laying on the couch together, watching the new season of the Formula 1 Netflix documentary.

"I do, why?" he asked, confused.

"Just thinking about how far we've come" you shrugged, snuggling further into his warm chest.

"I did make you a deal that you just couldn't refuse. The Smooth Operation of Carlos Sainz was a success" he proudly stated, making you laugh.

"That was the farthest thing from smooth, mi amor" you said between giggles, watching his now offended face.

"How dare you, I was the smoothest gentleman ever" he tried to sound serious but you knew he was trying to hold in his laughter as well.

"Whatever you say, amor"

"Do you remember when...?"

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Flashback ~ 4 years prior

The paddock was busier than you ever expected. If you thought the teams looked busy on the livestreams and TV, it was nothing compared to real life.

"Hello, can I help you?" a red-haired woman snapped you out of your thoughts, looking at you with a confused face as to why you were in the Ferrari garage.

"Sorry, my name is Y/N, I'm the PR intern. I was supposed to find-"

"Me. You were supposed to find me. Welcome aboard, Y/N. Buckle up, this is going to be a bumpy drive" she said and motioned for you to follow her.

You took one last glance at the busy garage full of engineers back and forth before you followed the woman. 

Having been so focused on not getting lost, you didn't even realize where you were going which led to you crashing into a very toned body. You would've fallen had the stranger not caught you.

"Careful there, Miss" the strong Spanish accent spoke in your ear, instantly making your eyes widen.

You could've recognized that voice in a million, the accent making it obvious. You had just crashed into Carlos Sainz, the Ferrari driver.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't watch where I was going" you excused yourself once you stood on your two feet, finally looking up into his warm chocolate brown eyes.

"I haven't seen you around here" he noted, his expression cutely confused.

"I'm the PR intern. I was supposed to follow this red-haired woman down to her office but I lost sight of her and now I don't know where I'm supposed to go" you smiled sheepishly, making Carlos chuckle and nod.

"I can take you there, come on" he put a hand on the small of your back and started walking with you.

He didn't realize it, but his hand on your back was making you lose your mind. THE Carlos Sainz was actually talking to you. No, he was TOUCHING you.

You could've fainted at that alone.

"You don't have to, I'm sure you're busy with other stuff. I'll manage on my own" you hurried to say, knowing he most probably had better things to do than parade around with you.

"Nonsense, it would be my pleasure" he explained, flashing you a big smile as you continued to walk through the garage.

After a minute, you stopped in front of an office, and you could see the woman you had talked to earlier sitting at her desk and talking to someone on the phone.

"Thank you for showing me around" you said, turning to face him.

"No need to thank me, it was my pleasure. I'll see you around" he said and leaned in, kissing your cheek before walking away.

Your face was red as the Ferrari colors, your cheeks were warm and your eyes were wide, staring at the spot where he last stood.

You reached down and pinched yourself, making sure that what just happened wasn't all in your imagination.

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Flashback - 4 years ago, 2 weeks after meeting

Your belly hurt because of how much you had been laughing, Carlos following suit.

He had asked you out for dinner a couple of days prior after he had won a race, and you didn't have the heart to refuse him and celebrating his win with him.

"I don't remember the last time someone made me laugh so much" you said once your laughter died down, the smile still prominent on your face.

"I could say the same, it's been a while since I've been out with someone" he confessed, leaning back in his chair.

You admired him for a moment, taking in his beautiful facial features, admiring the way his white shirt hugged his toned body, the way his hair looked so soft and fell so beautifully on his eyes.

In your opinion, he looked just like Prince Eric from the Little Mermaid, your favorite childhood story.

"You're an amazing man, Carlos" the words rolled off your tongue before you could even realize what you were saying.

The smile that appeared on his lips was so radiant, making you feel all fuzzy on the inside knowing you were the one who caused it.

"You're the most wonderful person I have ever met" he took your hand that was resting on the table and brought it to his lips, kissing it lovingly.

Your eyes were stuck on his, a subtle blush coating your cheeks.

Before the night ended, Carlos walked you to your hotel room where you were staying, wanting to make sure you got there safely.

"I had a wonderful time tonight" you confessed once you stopped at your hotel room door, leaning back against it.

"Me too. I hope we can do it again" he proposed, making your heartbeat quicken and your palms sweaty.

"What will the team think of this? I practically work for you, this goes against work ethics. They'd make us stop seeing each other" you wondered out loud, the question having been nagging at you ever since you agreed to go out with him.

"They wouldn't and they won't. If they see we are happy together, they will leave us alone. Plus, they know better than to piss me or Charles off. We could walk away any time, they wouldn't risk it" he explained, making you bite your lips and chuckle.

"Okay then" you said and leaned up, pecking his lips slightly before hurriedly opening your door and stepping inside the room.

Once inside, you rested your back against the door and bit your lips, trying to suppress the stupid smile that was fighting its way to your lips.

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Present

"We've come a long way since then" you commented as you found yourself back in the arms of the man you love, smiling at all the memories.

"We have. And the future is only just beginning" he said and kissed your head, burying his face in your hair.

Maybe your relationship wasn't the most perfect all the time, but it was yours, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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[forteafy]

1 with Carlos or 5 with Fernando. Or maybe both if you can find inspiration 🤭

CS55 x 'You say you want to get over me?” “Yes.” “So why haven’t you?” “Because it’s you. Because whatever you do, I’m gonna come back to you, no matter what. And I’m trying so hard not to do that but… It’s you. It’s just you. You’re the reason why I can’t get over you.'

I'm in love with the smooth operator, your honour.

You knew the fifth shot was a bad idea. By the ninth? Your mind could barely correlate the link between your feet and the floor. 

You hadn’t been to Monaco in so, so long. The last time you came was on vacation with your ex boyfriend; it had been a weekend of walks, champagne, slow dancing and secret sex on his teammates boat. Charles would never forgive you for that one, his precious yacht had been christened in more ways than one. 

Charlotte had caught you by storm; a few phone calls and a promise of a night out so incredible, it would render every other evening numb, you’d been on a plane instantly, falling into your close friends arms, surrounded by a gaggle of girls, cooing about how you were glowing after…recent events. 

The night in question had been what Charlotte promised; loud music, screams and cheers whilst dancing in a group, even chatting to the occasional stranger about the busy streets. However, one cocktail had turned into two, two into three…it was always a slippery slope where expensive drinks and shots were involved. 

The brunch you had all booked for the next day seemed well out of question.

Three of the girls had already vanished; presumably heading home with different men, possibly with one another. Charlotte was gossiping with two girls sat on a table. She’d beckoned you over, but instead you’d wandered away; drunken mind mesmerised by lights. 

You would have probably wandered right out into the cool streets of Monaco, if a body hadn’t collided with yours. A light whine emitted from your lips, looking up, ready for a drunken apology to stumble out of your lips. Instead, your mouth hung open, breath caught from seeing those brown eyes. Those you were oh-so-familiar with. 

“Carlos.” You whisper, a slight sway still in your step. You had to be drunk, blackout drunk, to be seeing the figure of your ex-boyfriend stood in front of you. Frozen in your spot, the trance was broken when a figure appeared from behind him, eyes brightened to see you.

“Hey! Charlotte mentioned you were with her!” Charles calls out, grin resting on his face. “I came to get her- Carlos is visiting us for a few days.” 

Your mind couldn’t put the pieces together in that moment. Charlotte, your supposed best friend, had made sure you came to visit whilst Carlos was in Monaco. If you didn’t know her better, you’d say she was playing matchmaker, even after your intense speech of how adamant you were to get over the spaniard. 

“Yeah- she’s-“ You can’t get your words out, too drunk to comprehend any form of communication. Charles nods to his friend, silently hoping despite it all, he’ll stay with you whilst he goes to find his own intoxicated girlfriend. 

Carlos is nothing, if not a gentleman. Gently, he rests a hand on your lower back. The warmth radiates through the sheer silk of your dress. He thinks you look beautiful like this. Hair messy, makeup smudged, the lines on your face from how much you had been laughing alongside your friends.

“Let’s get you outside.” He speaks above the thump of the music deeper inside the club. “You need some air.”

The cold air dances across your skin the moment the two of you step out from behind the heavy doors. Carlos is already tinted a light shade of red from being inside the room for less than five minutes. His eyes scan over you, arm held out as you tentatively cling to it, stumbling like a baby’s first step. 

Carefully, the man leads you away from the direct entrance, giving you some space between the crowds of people. The cold air and movement gives into a sudden wave of nausea. Your body can’t control it, leaning over to the side of the road, trying your hardest not to make a mess. 

A gentle sigh is heard from behind you, soft hands holding your hair back, a warm hand on your shoulder. The comfort, you don’t deserve it. 

You eventually pull yourself back up, turning to thank the man in question. However, before you can say anything, one arm is resting around your waist, keeping you from stumbling, the other is resting on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking over you. 

“Why do you do this to yourself?” He murmurs, eyes soft, seeing the girl he cares so deeply for in this position. “Why?” 

“Trying.” You mumble in response. “Trying to stop thinking about you.” 

Carlos isn’t aware of Charlotte’s plan. When she had mentioned going out with you that evening, he had thought you were in Monaco as a happy accident. He had intended to come and see you, maybe ask if you’d like to go out for a drink. Maybe when he did, he’d change the idea to coffee. Alcohol didn’t seem to be the best idea anymore. 

“You say you want to get over me?” He mumbles, face closer to you, trying to find some emotion in your eye. 

“Yes.”

“So why haven’t you?” 

“Because it’s you. Because whatever you do, I’m gonna come back to you, no matter what. And I’m trying so hard not to do that but… It’s you. It’s just you. You’re the reason why I can’t get over you.”

The sudden explosion of words from your hazarded mind causes a trigger inside you. Tears begin to litter your lower lash line. Carlos has always hated seeing girls cry, especially those he cares about. Without thinking, he pulls you into his chest, quiet hushes, one hand brushing across the back of your head. 

“Don’t get over me.” He pleads, his own voice cracking. “Don’t. Because I could never get over you.”

[makeagif]

is this how golf is supposed to work?

[vvxgs]

°˖✧˚ WARNINGS: light angst. ˚✧˖°

"I'm calling you for the twentieth time!", Charles shouted as soon as he spotted his teammate. "Where have you been?"

"Doesn't matter. What happened?"

"Y/N was here about an hour ago."

"What?", the Spaniard inquired.

"I was surprised too. She seemed off, but left something for you. A letter."

That's when he realized that the fuse had been lit. Y/N was the spark leading to his ignition. Now it was a matter of whether the Spaniard could prevent the disaster from happening in time.

When his fingers touched the paper, he knew what he was about to read would irreversibly change his life. For a brief moment, he even had the urge to tear the envelope into pieces and deny himself the chance of knowing its contents.

Dear Carlos, Is this how I should start this letter? I have no idea. The last letter I wrote was about seven years ago. I addressed it to Santa Claus. But I figured you deserve more than two sentences, more than just a regular text or email.

My plane has probably already taken off, so stay where you are. Don't throw everything away trying to catch me. It's too late for that.

Maybe I'm acting selfish, giving only one of us a chance to explain, but I'm sure that whatever would come out of your mouth wouldn't change anything.

I'm learning not to dwell on our parting. I'm learning the way one learns to walk. I might stumble a few times, but then you won't even notice, and I'll cover that distance with a run.

We're too different. If I decided to stay and try, it wouldn't be healthy. This poison spreads too fast. It's unstoppable. And the antidote? It doesn't exist.

Someone once said that life is like a puzzle. The picture can be complete and perfect when all the pieces are in place. Why do we try to force a piece into a space when it doesn't fit? Don't look for me. Don't try to force me back into your life.

I understand you want to explain a lot to me, but keep it to yourself. It's the only way I won't start hating you.

Goodbye Carlos."

Carlos stood still. His muscles were relaxed, his head slightly lowered. The Spaniard was one of the indestructible. Of course, someone had chipped away at his fortress a few times, but never enough to make his castle crumble. The foundations were strong enough that despite many attacks, his body didn't resemble ruins. But that day, everything indicated that Carlos Sainz had given up.

He stood like that for a while. The letter and the white envelope slipped from his fingers, and he watched as the white sheets turned gray from the still-wet soil.

Finally, he twitched. He turned around and started walking toward the garage, not even glancing at his teammate standing there. But Charles observed him very closely.

His face was stone-like, hot and salty drops flowing down his face, leaving a trail of sorrow in their wake.

"Where are you going?", Charles finally managed to utter a question as Sainz was about to pass him.

He put his hand in his pocket, pulled something out, and moments later released pieces of paper from his hand, immediately snatched by the wind.

Sainz heard the sounds of engines. He looked up. Among the clouds, a plane soared, leaving behind a white trail.

"To hell,", Carlos exclaimed, still walking in the chosen direction, his pace quickening. "Because without her, there's no heaven."

[graveyardfullofstars]

[landorris]

yes, and? | carlos sainz x fem! leclerc reader

part two to this

fc; sophia birlem

warnings; english is not my first language, 10 years of age gap (20 to 29/30)

taglist; @thef1diary @bigsimperika @shobaes @d3kstar @stinkyjax @the-untamed-soul @bibissparkles @judespoision

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yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo and others

yourusername: went on a lil trip to australia 🐨

danielricciardo: yeah you’re welcome

yourusername: for what?

danielricciardo: for me letting you stay at my house?!?!?

yourusername: oh that, yeah…….. thanks danny

user1: never beating the couple allegations

user2: he’s so much older than her

user3: will you atend to the gp this weekend?

charles_leclerc: i feel betrayed that you’re with him

user4: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WITH HIM?

visacashapprb: stunning🤭

yourusername: you know it admin

f1gossip

liked by imrebeccad, user1 and others

f1gossip: rebecca donaldson girlfriend of carlos sainz was spotted on a verbal fight with y/n leclerc carlos sainz ex and sister of his teamate charles leclerc near by the ferrari garrage, some people say they heard y/n saying “f*ck you both”. We don’t know what happened but this was probably about the ferrari driver.

user1: not rebecca in the likes, she really thinks she’s doing something

user2: imagine having 28 and go cry about your boyfriend’s ex being in the same place as you

user3: i was there and i can confirm that y/n said that and just walked out leaving the other girl talking alone

user4: this is queen shit

user5: she’s my mom

user6: i hope carlos feels embarrassed

your phone

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, charles_leclerc and others

danielricciardo: p3 in my home race! this one is for you 🤍

yourusername: he’s really proud of you danny❤️

danielricciardo: he’s really proud of you two, hope you know that

charles_leclerc: congratulations mate!! you deserved it 🍾

danielricciardo: thank you lord

charles_leclerc: you’re welcome brother, now heavy on the celebrations tonight, don’t let my sister get drunk

yourusername: shut up charlie

danielricciardo: you heard her! (i’ll take care of her dw, i’m not like some others)

charles_leclerc: i know

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yourusername

liked by landonorris, arthur_leclerc and others

yourusername: got drunk, lost daniel and made friends

danielricciardo: girl bffr i just went to the bathroom

charles_leclerc: answer your phone

landonorris: i think my invitation got lost

user1: the drivers in the comments😭😭😭

user2: charles is such a big brother

your phone

[myheartwillzhouon]

Laughs in Lusail 😆 media day with these two never fails to deliver

📸 Source: @scuderiaferrari on Instagram

[mmeimono]

Mannn Singapore GP was a mess

[avida-heidia-5]

Trying something a little different. I hope this works… 🤞🏻

Carlos Sainz giving Lando Norris a little Spanish lesson. It was giving me big Carlando energy, so I thought I’d edit it. Enjoy! 😊

[unholycanteloupe]

he’s fighting unemployment but unemployment got hands