Hii could i please request an Robert shwartzman x reader where the reader has a bad day and Robert tries to hype her up and yeah just much fluff.🫶
My Priority (Robert Shwartzman X Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Formula 1
Requested: Clearly (thank you for being patient <3)
Warnings: none.
Pronouns: First person (I/me)
W.C. 840
Summary: After a bad day, the reader just needs some reassurance (and cuddles)
A/n: I may or may not have been channeling this from losing my parent three years ago today, but I didn't actually give a reason for why the reader is upset <3
As always, my requests are OPEN
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It was not just a bad day. It was a bad week, a bad month, and it felt like everything was piling up on me. There was some online hate that seemed never ending, work was falling apart, and my assignments just kept coming. I saw no end in sight.
I sluggishly walked into the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Robert, who was out traveling with Ferrari for the next two weeks. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks since our schedules hadn’t aligned for so long. Today, specifically, was rough, and all I wanted was to quit everything and collapse in Robert’s arms.
I set all of my stuff down on the kitchen counter as I leaned down to rest my head against my forearms. I took a few deep breaths as I tried to hold back the tears already pooling in my eyes. It felt like I had been holding my feelings back for so long that I had no control over it anymore as I let out the first sob.
I came to an immediate stop as I felt a hand on my back, causing me to snap up and furiously wipe the tears from my face. When I moved my hands away, my eyes locked with a concerned Robert. I could tell he was saying something, but I couldn’t hear any of it as I felt my walls crumbling in his presence. I collapsed in his chest as I let everything out.
“Hey, hey, I’m here,” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and ran his hands through my hair. I held onto him like a lifeline as I struggled to catch my breath, trying to stop the flow of tears. He noticed immediately, so he reassured me, “I’m not leaving for a while. I’ve got you. Let it all out, and we can talk when you’re ready.”
He moved us over to the couch without letting me go. He pulled me onto his lap as he continued to whisper encouragement in my ear as he wrapped one arm around my waist and ran the other across my shoulders. It took a while, but when I felt like I had gotten it all out, I pulled back a little bit.
“What are you doing here?” Was the first thing I said after pulling back, grabbing onto his forearms to stabilize myself. Robert dropped his hands from my shoulder to wrap around my waist as he started laughing. “There’s a race this week.”
“That’s the first thing you say?” He chuckled, pulling his hands back to hold my hands as he ran his thumbs over my knuckles. I just nodded in response, still kind of in shock that he was in the apartment. “Well, they said I could go home. I told Fred I had a bad feeling, and he let me come home between the races. I still have to go back Wednesday, but for now, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere without you. And before you say it, I’m talking to Fred about bringing you with me this week.”
“You came home for me? Because you felt something was wrong?” I clarified as more tears welled up in my eyes.
“I will always come back to you,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against mine. “I’ll always come back for you. I’m always here for you, whenever you need me.” He did not continue after that, but I knew he was implying that he was ready for whenever I wanted to tell him what was wrong. I took a deep breath as I figured out the words I wanted to start with.
“It’s just a lot,” I replied, barely audible as I closed my eyes, breathing him in. “Everything just seemed to crash down as soon as you left, and I couldn’t pick myself up.”
“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come home the second you said you needed me,” he mumbled as he lifted one of his hands to run through my hair.
“You have a job to do with Ferrari,” I mumbled, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “I didn’t want to interrupt your work.”
“You will always come first,” Robert reassured me as he moved some strands of hair away from my eyes. “I don’t care where I am or where you are. You will always be my priority.” He stopped for a second, just letting his words sink in, and honestly, they were. Despite thinking that I was doing this because I did not want to bother him, he wanted to know my problems.
“I love you, Robert,” I sighed with a smile. “What did I do to deserve you? Who do I need to thank?”
“You existed,” he laughed, squeezing my shoulders before deciding to make another joke. “If you really want to thank someone, I’m pretty sure you filled in for Paul during the track walk, and that’s how we met.”
“Of all people, I will never thank Paul for anything.”
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