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Moonlight || Carlos Sainz x Reader || Ch. 1

Summary

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem! Reader

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

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

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

Fuck. That.

Fuck.

Link to all chapters (WIP).

Chapter 1 (3.1k words)

“A dónde vas?” You’re barely out of the bed when Carlos starts calling for you. You turn around and look at him, face softening at the sight of him fighting the sleep in his eyes. He reaches to grab your arm and before you know it you are being pulled back into the bed. The blankets are being pulled over you as Carlos only nuzzles closer, peppering kisses into your neck.

“Better,” you hear him mumble and you can’t help but relax a little, reveling into his touch.

“I need to go Carlos,” And this time you leave a gentle kiss on the top of his head before you slowly try to sit up again. It always broke your heart to leave bed first- especially when Carlos finally had a day or a week off from work. You kind of felt guilty too, knowing that he mainly just wanted to spend time with you in bed and relax.

“Mi amor. Stay a bit longer, porfa?” There is a small whine to his tone which makes you bite back a smile. You let out a soft sigh and lay down for a bit, thinking out your options. This is the perfect excuse for Carlos to wrap his arms around you again and pull you even closer than before. The sheets are warm, but Carlos is warmer, and it really is a hard thing for you to refuse.

“Vale, but only for five minutes,”

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Your alarm is blaring. Loud and clear and piercing through your dream. A groan escapes your lips, sitting up as you try your best to rub your eyes into reality. There is a cold layer of sweat clinging to your body, along with a sense of dread as you try to already forget your dream. Hazel eyes and tanned skin continue to chase you, and as many times as you try to rub your eyes, he seems to be sticking to the back of your lids, his image imprinted to its skin. You turn off your alarm but your thoughts only get louder.

The darkness in your room envelops you in a weird and hollow way. It’s cold, and you’re already missing the warmth in your dreams as you pull your sheets closer to yourself. “Fuck,” You mumble, already feeling the frustration bubble in your chest.

Fuck time, you thought. People always told you that time healed, but definitely not this wound. It had been almost two years since you and Carlos broke up. Your childhood friend, your best friend. Three years of dating and fourteen years of friendship thrown completely down the drain.

You try to convince yourself that it’s fine, it’s normal to dream about your ex sometimes. A part of you believes it right before you realise how many times sometimes is. You grit your teeth and let out another frustrated groan before you grab your phone, searching for any distraction to get your mind to leech to something else. It ends up being instagram. Five minutes wouldn’t hurt, you think to yourself. You just need to brush your teeth a bit faster later.

Five minutes become ten and ten become thirty and before you realise you are barely brushing your hair and teeth as you jump into the first pair of pants you find, along with a random shirt. You don’t remember the last time you ran this fast, maybe in PE class which almost feels like ten years ago. All your effort seems wasteful when you enter the lecture hall though, panting and holding onto the door frame as you scan the room with your eyes. Your professor wasn’t even there yet.

“Sorry,” You mumble as soon as someone excuses themselves to go pass you to enter the hall. Soon you spot Laura waving her arm at you, gesturing you to head to her. You head to her, still breathing harshly. Your legs feel heavier than usual and you land on the seat next to her with a loud thump.

“Are you good? You almost didn’t make it,” Laura asks, shifting in her seat and moving her things to make a bit more space for you.

“Yeah Lau, I’m fine,” You say before cringing at the small edge that was lacing your voice. You shake your head. “Sorry, not in the best mood today. Feel like I ran a whole marathon,” The smile that lingers on your lips is an apologetic one, but your best friend is more than used to it, so she easily waves her hand to you as a sign to say that it’s fine, really.

“It’s too early to be having this stupid class anyways.” She says and you’re more than grateful at how understanding she always is. You slowly take your things out of your bag, soon looking around for your pen. You’re too tired to look for it properly, so you just shove your hand in your bag, fishing for your pen in hopes to feel it around somewhere. Before you even find it though you see a pen hovering in front of your face.

“Here,” Laura follows up and you can’t help but let out a tired but soft laugh.

“You’re the best really,” You thank her. Something catches both of your attentions though as you look forward, seeing the professor set his bag on the table as he silently begins to unpack his things. You both roll your eyes simultaneously- not even surprised that he hadn’t apologised for being almost ten minutes late.

The class passes by slowly, you and Laura as always sneak glances to each other and take turns in asking questions to one another when one of you didn’t understand something. You don’t really understand why you need to learn half of the things the professor is discussing anyways, but the class wasn’t that hard either. It would be nice to get an easy grade on something. Although the lecture is scheduled almost for three hours- you and the rest of the students are dismissed thirty minutes early on the ruse of extra study time (but you all know even the professor looked bored out of his mind).

You all begin to pack your things up and you’re thinking about what to do after the lecture when Laura nudges her hip against yours. Your eyes shift to her with a small pointed look. “You okay? You seem a bit out of it.” Laura says, you shrug before zipping up your bag and throwing a strap over your shoulder. The books from yesterday’s classes that you forgot to take out strain your shoulder a bit but there is nothing you can do about it.

“Mhm- fine. Just tired,” You say, every part of you wanting to brush off last night’s dream, but a glance towards Laura does the job and you are spilling, as always. “I had another dream, again.” You say. This time Laura is the one that groans.

“Really? Another one?” And you hate the amount of times you’ve discussed this with her. Over and over like a broken record.

“Thought I was done with them too,” You say, walking out the lecture hall together with her. You’re still a bit shaken up- the boring lecture hadn’t snapped you out of your dream at all, your mind had wandered back and forth to Carlos’ voice, his warmth, his smile.

“How many times am I going to tell you this?” Laura interrupts your train of thoughts. She turns to head outside to sit on the benches by the trees. You follow her, waiting for her to continue speaking. “You need to get out there, live a little. It’s been two years. How many dates have you been on since?”

You set your bag down on the bench before sitting down, eyes darting around the trees and the greenery as you try to think. You begin counting a few out loud. “The coffee shop guy, the blue-eyed guy, the one who cooked?” You question momentarily before continuing with your list. “The really nice guy that we met at Paula’s- he did turn out a bit obsessive though but he was really nice-”

“Mhm I know which one. Now, how many more?” Laura asks and you purse your lips together before letting out a breath. You try to think but even your mind is blank. Have you only been out with four people? You try to not make a face but you can’t help it, because God Laura was right.

“And how many dates have you been on with each one?” She continues asking, and a part of you wants to call her out for sounding so smug but you know she is just trying to help you out (although you wish it was less of a call out).

“You know this Lau,” You grumble, looking away. It was a joke at the end of the day between you both, you hadn’t been able to get past the first date. Ever. “Look- I know that I need to get out there more- I just get really discouraged. I have barely clicked with anybody. As soon as we get into the topic of exes they become obsessed and ask about Carlos all the time.” At some point you felt like they were trying to get on a date with him instead of you.

You let out a sigh as you watch one or two other people run around campus, clearly about to be late themselves. “Can’t believe I went to campus only for one stupid lecture.” you huff before pulling your legs to your chest.

“Yeah- I wouldn’t do that,” Laura shrugs before looking ahead of herself. The statue of the founder of the university stares at you both. “But seriously, how long are you going to be hung up on this guy?” She asks, and you can see the concern in her eyes which only makes you lean your head against her shoulder.

“I’m sick of this as much as you are. It’s hard when I see him practically everywhere. Why did I decide to choose someone who was going to be famous?” You murmur.

It’s not like you chose him because he was going to be famous- although you both knew it was going to happen. Being the son of one of (if not) the best rally drivers and kicking off your karting career from the youngest age possible was a perfect recipe for a Formula 1 driver. The backing, the genes, and the drive that Carlos had. From the first day you saw him karting you knew he was going to make it. But back then, you didn’t even think anything would come out between the two of you. He was just your best friend.

The thing now was that seeing him drive, and learning the mechanics of it, had created an obsession for you too. You stayed glued to his side whenever you could, glued to him and his racing. You spent many hours after school with him and his dad, learning the ins and outs of cars, learning how the karts were made, and soon learned the beauty of the engineering world . You were glued to the TV too whenever you could be.

Both of you were obsessed, watching races, from the F1 big screen to scrambling earlier to watch the smaller series that came up over time. He had helped you find your passion, and was the first person to find out you had gotten accepted to engineering. Not only that, but seeing him grow from karting and being behind the screen, to actually rising to the european f3 series and also the Renault series. But then it all ended when Toro Rosso picked him up and your studies started to take more time. The relationship broke from the inside out and before you both knew it it was over.

He was out there now living his dream, moving from Toro Rosso to Renault. He hadn’t had the best of seasons so far- but you could see he was edging closer, only improving every year.

On the other hand here you were, still finishing up your master’s and scrambling to find any internship possible. You had blindly applied to many different positions, although you knew deep down where you wanted to be. You didn’t really think much of it- sure Carlos would be around, but it’s not like you would get accepted anyways. And even if you did, you were definitely not giving up your dream in exchange for his. Fuck that.

“Well it doesn’t help that you still follow every single race so you hear about him or see him almost every other weekend. Maybe you should take a break from watching.” Laura says sympathetically which makes you just groan. “Anyways- I heard about a party tonight,” She offers.

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You don’t know how you ended up at the party but you are definitely not drunk enough for this. The music is bouncing off the walls and you swear you can feel the floor vibrate with how strong the bass is. Laura somehow disappeared within the first ten minutes of you guys arriving and you’ve been searching for her ever since.

After a grueling hour of search you see her wrapped around a very cute blonde. You think about going to give her an earful, especially since she had dragged you there with a promise of a fun girls’ night but you both cross eyes and you can see how invested she is. ‘Please,’ she mouths and you hesitate for a second before giving her a small nod which she grins to. You and her know she owes you big time. Instead of going to chase her you go and turn- thinking of lingering around a bit longer just to make sure she really is okay before leaving but you end up bumping into somebody, almost spilling your drink onto the both of you.

“You should be watching where you’re going,” The guy says, grabbing your elbow gently to stop the accident from happening. There is a playful tone to his voice and you can’t help but blush a little. You look up to be met with broad shoulders and shaggy brown hair. He was definitely easy on the eyes.

“Sorry, yeah. I should have been.” You say sheepishly before thanking him for saving your drink. It had been way too expensive for your liking, and it was definitely not going to fall on the floor and be stepped on.

“Would have gotten a new one anyways.” He says with a smile before giving you a wink. “Are you here by yourself?” You can feel his eyes trail over you not so discreetly and fuck it, maybe you should have a little bit of fun yourself too.

“Came with a friend but she’s quite busy right now, are you here by yourself?” You answer, this time it's your turn to eye him over as he nods and puts his finger to his chin.

“Seems like it. My friend ditched me too.” He says before nudging your elbow this time, quite hard. You don’t expect this and part of your drink spills and your eyes widen.

“Hey- what was that for?” You ask, looking over at him. You’re surprised to see him grinning from ear to ear.

“Guess I owe you a drink now?” He asks and you can’t help but roll your eyes and smile.

“That’s ridiculous,” you say before pointing at him. “you owe me two.”

The night picks up a bit from there. You both find a booth that is miraculously hidden on the side of the club and decide to settle there. Before you know it the two drinks become five and a gentle pink hue has settled on both your cheeks as both of you talk about the randomest things. You learn that his name is Bastien, he has one brother and two sisters, and he recently graduated with a Business degree (and he‘s french too, although his accent had given you an inkling of suspicion).

It’s when he’s talking about his trip so far that you realise how close you both had gotten. His knee is pressed against yours and you can suddenly feel his fingertips gently rubbing at your knee. You don’t even remember how you both had gotten so close throughout the night, but there is a light tension lingering in the air but you’re kind of enjoying it.

“So, why is a pretty girl like you single?” He asks, leaning even closer. Your smile twitches a little into a frown and you shift in your seat instinctively. You hadn’t thought about Carlos at all tonight. Bastien seems to notice and he moves back a bit this time and clears his throat. “Ah- sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up?” He says, sounding a little bit apologetic which makes you shake his head..

“No it’s fine. Just had a rough break up and it has been a while but I haven’t put myself out much.” You say with a small shrug. “Nobody’s caught my interest.” You say honestly and look over to him. You take the initiative this time, putting his hand on his knee. This seems to loosen him up as he shifts to sit close to you again.

“Maybe I can change that hm?” Your cheeks are burning now, eyes looking over his.

“Yeah, you can try.” You murmur as you notice his eyes drop to your lips. You swipe your tongue over your bottom lip this time and you can’t help but move closer before he takes your mouth with his.

It doesn’t go further than a kiss (or several kisses). You both go home together, but he drops you off at the entrance to your apartment building, even gets out of the car to help open the door for you. “So,” you say as you get out of the car, he shuts the door for you and you lean your back against his car, “do you wanna come up?” You ask him, biting your bottom lip. He looks over you and smiles, leaning close as he rests one of his hands on his car and next to your head. He leans slightly over you and you feel your stomach flutter.

“As much as I am probably going to regret this, no.” he says which almost sobers you up. Almost. Had you done something wrong in the car? You’re about to ask if something had happened when he leans over to give you another kiss, your mind spins a little as you move closer to hold his cheek.

It’s almost embarrassing how you try to lean closer when he pulls away. “I'd rather take you out for dinner tomorrow night,” He says with a smug smile before pecking your lips. “Does that sound good?”

“Oh,” You say, quite surprised this time.

“Unless you want me to come up now?” He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“No- no.” You say, shaking your head. You couldn’t believe what you were saying. “I mean- I’d love that but, maybe dinner tomorrow is better.” You say before giving him a smile. You’re burning red but you don’t care. It’s the first time you’ve felt excited for a date in ages.

“Sounds like a plan then.” he says leaning closer to brush your noses together. “Can I have one more kiss though?” he asks with the dimpled smile he had been giving you the whole night. You give him a small nod before connecting your lips once more.

The feeling lingers on your lips the entire night, tossing and turning in your bed with a feeling of excitement that you missed. You even try to distract yourself by going on your phone, biting your lips as you check the notifications you had been ignoring the whole day.

Your throat goes dry though when you open your email.

The words are bold and clear and you suddenly cannot think of anything else:

Congrats y/n, you have been accepted to our talent program in Engineering. For the upcoming season you have been assigned to: McLaren’s F1 Team.

Welcome to the team!

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