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i9messi · 2 months ago

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Sweet — Ollie Bearman

You have a blind date in a coffee shop, but you sit at the wrong table and end up on a date with a guy who has a smile that lights up his whole face.

Word count — 1,2k

note —okay, so my little crush on Ollie is getting bigger now. More stories coming soon!

MASTERLIST

You were practically running on the streets. You were late for your date with a guy you actually didn’t know. And you were so worried about causing a bad first impression.

It all started when your best friend insisted you meet a friend of a friend. You had never seen him before and didn’t know anything about him, only that his name was Oliver and you apparently shared things in common.

You were in such a hurry to get there, that when you saw a guy sitting alone at a table, you thought he was your date. You started to walk in his direction, while smiling. He paid attention to you, looking at where you were.

“Oliver?”

He nodded. If you hadn’t been so distracted you would have noticed something was wrong, as the way he was looking at you with confusion.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

His eyes were brown and his brunette hair was a little messy, as if he had passed his hands several times for his hair.

“Sorry for being late— my best friend got the time mixed up and told me we had to meet later. But I spoke to her again and then she told me it was earlier. Sorry to keep you waiting, Oliver.”

There was a strange silence. You thought he was angry or pissed off but a couple of seconds later, he smiled nicely.

“No problem, really. I already ordered my coffee, I hope that didn’t bother you.”

“Oh, no worries.”

“By the way, my friends call me Ollie.”

He smiled at you and you smiled at him. Maybe it was too fast to make statements, but you could already sense that he was a kind person. There was something in his generous smile and look that invited you to want to share your time with him.

“Nice to meet you, Ollie.”

You introduced yourself, just in case he forgot your name or if your friend had not told him.

"Oh, sit, please."

Ollie got up from his seat and moved the chair you were sitting in, like a gentleman.

“Thank you, Ollie.”

While you were giving him a look, a staff member came up and you made an order. When the coffee came to you and you started sipping, you filled the silence.

“Your face sounds familiar, I swear I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

He had a pretty face and a boyish look. You swore that his face had appeared on TV, or maybe on your social media, but you couldn’t remember where.

“Maybe your friend once showed you a picture of me and that’s why my face sounds familiar, I guess.”

“That may be.”

He nodded, “In my case, you took me by surprise.”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“I hope it’s a good surprise, not a bad one.”

”You’re a very good surprise, I swear.”

You took another sip of your coffee, while Ollie looked into your eyes. You spoke again, only because he seemed to hesitate to ask you something.

"What do you do for a living?"

“I work with cars.”

“Oh, are you a mechanic?”

He smiled lazily, and corrected himself.

“My job is to drive cars.”

“So you’re an Uber driver.”

Ollie tried to hold back a laugh and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no. Sorry. I’m an Uber driver, you're right.”

There was something suspicious but you didn't want to be too curious.

When the awkward conversation ended, he was interrupted by a call from a friend. You encouraged him to answer, even when he didn't want to bother you.

“Kimi? I'm busy right now— I'm on a date. Yes, with a girl. What surprises you? I'm on a date with a real person.”

He listened to his friend, then Ollie talked again.

“Oh, shut up. Goodbye.”

You tried so hard to not laugh, but you failed miserably.

“What? He was being annoying.”

“He was interested in our date, I think.”

“Is he the friend of my friend? The one who connected us?”

He seemed hesitant, but then he said no. “No, that's my other friend.”

Minutes later both of you talked about your lives, about things you liked and about everything you could think of. Ollie was an attentive person, someone you could talk to for hours.

It was so nice to be by his side that when you noticed the coffee shop was ready to close, you felt a little sad.

“It's time to go, I guess.”

“I could walk you home,” he offered.

“Sure? I don't want to bother you, Ollie.”

“I insist.”

You agreed, and you walked by his side. His hand brushed yours for a brief moment and both of you felt warm in your cheeks. Blushed and silly, neither Ollie or you said a thing. But to be fair, both wanted to know what It would feel to hold hands.

Your house was close to the coffee shop so when you stopped in your doorway, he stopped too.

"This was nice,” he said, his gaze looking at you. His hands were in the pockets of his jeans, he seemed to not know what to do next.

So you took the next step.

“We can kiss, Ollie.”

You really wanted to finish your date with a kiss, he seemed special. He was not like the other dudes you spent your time on dates, most of them only thought with their dicks. He treated you correctly, he listened to you and he was attentive. And he was attractive, he was gorgeous. Beautiful to see.

“I was hoping you said that but I need to confess something first.”

Okay, now you were worried. What if he had a girlfriend?

“I lied.”

“You lied about what?”

“I'm not the Oliver you were looking for.”

“That makes no sense. Ollie, what are you talking about?”

He came a step close to you.

“I am not the Oliver you were having a date with. I was in the coffee shop waiting for a friend but a couple of minutes before you came, he said he couldn't come. It was Kimi, the guy who talked with me on the phone. When you came and talked with me, I froze.”

Then it all started to make sense. He had told you that it was a surprise to find you there. Ollie hadn’t expected you to show up and tell him you were late for your date, because in first place, he was not part of the date.

“You lied.”

“I lied because I didn't want to miss a chance to meet a beautiful girl like you. I apologize, honestly.”

He looked at you, with worry.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, I'm not. I'm just… confused, because I really enjoyed our date.”

“I enjoyed our date too, and I really want to repeat it.”

You couldn't be angry with him, not with his puppy eyes.

“Are you going to lie next time?”

“No, I promise you. I'm not going to lie to you anymore.”

“Okay, Ollie. I'm not angry with you, I honestly think that maybe it was good to cross paths. Maybe the other Oliver was a dick.”

He smiled full of happiness, “Poor Oliver.”

“Instead I met you.”

“I could not ask for a better thing.”

You were so close, only millimeters separated you from him. He smelled so good.

“When can we meet again?”

“First kiss me, then we can schedule or date.”

And so he did, he come closer to you and his lips joined yours.

Next thing you knew was that he drove race cars.

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soleilpinto · 23 days ago

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Changing Lanes (Pepe Martí) ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

“I thought I’d never be okay, but now I know that I’m okay.” (Niki, La La Lost You) ⋆˙⟡ —

Synopsis: After a crush on driver Paul Aron leaves you heartbroken, you unexpectedly find yourself pursued by Campos Driver, Pepe Martí. As he gently shows you kindness and patience, you start to realize that love isn’t as hopeless as it once seemed.

Genre: Angst, Slowburn + Fluff !!

Pairing: Pepe Martí x Fem!Reader

Warnings: This entire fic in itself, because it was a random idea I had at 12 am after finding out the guy I started gaining feelings for had a girlfriend (PLEASE 2025 be good to me, I can’t keep going through these things even if it is for the plot)

Note: Honestly, I just wanted an outlet to vent out my feelings because I haven’t felt the pain of heartbreak in over a year and this one felt extra bittersweet because I couldn’t even form a connection with the guy. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it! Love lots, and don’t forget to like + reblog as always.

Chasing the Apex (Paul’s Version) !!

For as long as you could remember, you had noticed that love wasn’t always the kindest towards you. From one-sided crushes to having your heart crushed entirely by your ex, you honestly don't understand why the universe could be so cruel. That was until you met Paul.

As one of the social media managers for the Formula 2 grid, you handled posts and updates throughout race weekends. Being around the same age as most of the younger drivers, you got along with them pretty easily.

But none of them caught your attention quite like Paul Aron.

You’ve always noticed Paul. It’s hard not to, really. He’s the kind of person who effortlessly draws attention with his charm, his smile, and the way he carries himself—like he’s not just a talented racer, but someone who genuinely enjoys life, which made him one of the highlights of your first season on the grid as well.

His presence lights up a room, and though you’ve crossed paths a few times during FIA events or networking opportunities, you’ve never had the chance to talk to him. But every time you see him, something about him draws you in, leaving you with a flutter in your chest that you can’t quite explain.

It happens again one evening, at a Porsche networking event. You’re standing near the refreshment table, trying to stay calm as you check your phone, making sure everything’s ok for your blog post the next day. Then you hear a voice, smooth and warm, cutting through the chatter.

“Is the Wi-Fi in this place always this spotty, or is it just tonight?” Paul says, his tone light and friendly.

You glance up, slightly startled. His smile catches you off guard, as if he’s genuinely amused by the moment, not just making small talk. He’s standing a few feet away, holding a drink in one hand, his other hand casually resting on the edge of the table.

You laugh softly, trying to steady your nerves. “Honestly, it might just be this place. I’ve had worse reception at airports.”

He chuckles, a sound that’s easygoing and somehow puts you at ease. “I swear, Wi-Fi is the real race here. Always competing with my connection.”

You can’t help but smile at the way he talks, as though you’re both sharing a private joke. The conversation stays light, but it’s easy. There’s no awkwardness. He listens as much as he speaks, and you feel like, for a few moments, the world narrows down to just the two of you. But then, just as quickly as the moment began, it’s over.

Paul nods, excusing himself to chat with someone else, leaving you standing there, feeling a strange mix of giddy and disappointed.

Over the next few days, you find yourself replaying that brief encounter in your mind, analyzing every word, every glance. Each time you pass him at the track or at another event, you catch yourself lingering, watching him from the corner of your eye, fascinated by the way he interacts with everyone around him.

He’s effortlessly kind, almost too charismatic for his own good, and you can’t help but be drawn to him even more, though you keep your feelings to yourself.

It’s all so easy for him, and you can’t shake the thought that he’s the kind of person who could make anyone feel special. Even if he doesn’t notice you, you find yourself quietly admiring him from afar.

One evening, you’re idly scrolling through social media, distracted by the usual updates and posts, when something catches your eye. It’s a tag in one of Paul’s photos, leading you to a girl’s account. You hesitate for a moment, but curiosity wins out, and you click on it.

You had seen this girl around and recognized her as the new Hi-Tech GP social media intern.

At first, it’s easy to tell yourself that you’re just browsing. After all, it’s just another account, right? But soon, you find yourself diving deeper—scrolling through the posts, the captions, the shared moments between them.

Each photo feels like a glimpse into a world you’ll never be a part of: the vacations, the inside jokes, the smiles exchanged in private moments.

At first, you brushed it off as nothing more than a friendship, but the more you saw, the more it seemed like there was something more. It’s all perfectly curated, as if everything about their relationship is designed to be seen, to be admired.

Before you even knew it, you find it. A highlight that’s pinned at the top of her profile—a video of Paul looking at her with such tenderness in his eyes.

The way he smiles, so genuine, so in love, sends a sharp pang through your chest. You swallow hard, the weight of the moment settling in. He’s taken. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

As you sat there, staring at more photos of them smiling, traveling, and sharing intimate moments (there were even photos of her with his family and you almost felt like throwing up), the weight of it settled on you.

It hit you all at once—the reality that Paul wasn’t just out of reach, but he was with someone else. And in that moment, the pain was sharper than you expected. You’d been holding onto a hope that was never yours to have, and suddenly you’re reminded of why you never pursued a connection, until now.

Another rush of emotions hit you like a bus—jealousy, sadness, and a crushing sense of inadequacy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to the girl in the photos, wondering if you were ever enough or if you’d ever measure up to what Paul seemed to have with someone else.

It seemed impossible, especially when you were just a regular girl, whilst Paul’s girlfriend looked like she modeled during the off-season.

It didn’t make sense, you knew that. After all, you had no claim over him. But the feelings didn’t care about logic. The more you thought about it, the more it hurt—you couldn’t shake the sting of seeing them together, knowing you weren’t ever meant to be part of his story.

It felt like a cruel reminder that no matter how much you’d hoped, love was always just out of reach. The realization hits you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, you can’t bring yourself to look away.

It is now the present and you feel better, but you haven’t fully healed from the trauma just yet. You were so determined to distract yourself from the pain that you had thrown yourself into work and your blog that you had created as an escape from the world.

The rhythm of curating content helps clear your mind, and you even rediscover hobbies you had set aside for too long in the midst of it all. You hadn't given up on love entirely but forced yourself to keep your mind occupied so that the pain would be the least of your worries.

Whenever the emotions and stress of work start to overwhelm you, you lean on your friends, finding comfort in their support and understanding. It’s not a perfect fix, but it helps you push forward, one step at a time.

Ever since you decided to swamp yourself with work, you started to find new friendships with the other rookies and drivers on the grid.

Pepe Martí is someone you’ve seen around before, but you’ve never really interacted with much. You were always mostly with Paul or Ollie, sometimes Isack, Pepe’s teammate, but you barely crossed each other’s paths unless it came to media or updates regarding the F2 socials.

Unexpectedly, as you start to bump into him more often, you start noticing his presence just a bit more. At first, it’s casual—a quick hello in passing, a smile shared before he goes on his way. But soon, it feels like more.

You start to notice how often your paths cross, as if the universe is aligning in subtle ways, but you digress, since you were way too focused on yourself and work to even think about anything else.

Soon enough, you find yourself hanging around the Campos Racing garage during the next few races. What catches you off guard is how warm and attentive Pepe is whenever you’re there to have a casual chat or just to relax before they get on track.

In every conversation, whether it’s about racing or something completely unrelated, he listens with genuine interest.

There’s no rush, no forced small talk. It’s as if he cares about what you’re saying, and that’s something you didn’t realize you’d been missing.

You first notice it one afternoon when you’re at the F2 paddock, buried in your phone and laptop as you work on a new blog post. A familiar voice interrupts your focus.

“Hey,” Pepe says, leaning against the fence next to you with a casual smile. His presence is relaxed but unwavering, as if he’s just always there. “I saw your latest post about the Monaco Grand Prix. That was pretty solid. You have a real way with words.”

You glance up, a little surprised by the compliment, but you return his smile. “Thanks,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’ve been diving into the details a bit more lately.”

You weren't used to compliments on things like your blog, but when someone notices how much work you put in, you can’t help but feel bashful.

Pepe nods, clearly interested. “I can tell. I didn’t realize you knew so much about the strategy behind it all.”

“F1 is a lot more than just the race itself,” you explain, feeling a spark of excitement. “It’s the stories, the tactics, the behind-the-scenes stuff that gets missed.”

He seems genuinely engaged. “You should do a piece on how the strategy changes with the weather conditions next time. It’d be interesting to see your take on it.”

You blink in surprise, almost speechless. “That’s a great idea, actually,” you admit, a little flustered.

Pepe grins. “Glad you think so. I’ll be reading it when it’s up.” He straightens up, giving you a wink before walking away, leaving you both flattered and puzzled by his sudden interest.

‘Lock in, Y/n. God, now is not the time to be flustered because of a guy,’ you try to shake off the feeling but can’t help but feel a newfound sense of appreciation towards Pepe.

Over the next few days, you notice Pepe around more. It starts with small things—asking for your opinion on the latest race results, asking if you’re going to any of the after-race events, or simply offering a casual “Hey, how’s the blog going?” when he sees you walking between the pits.

Each time, his words are light but thoughtful, as though he’s genuinely interested, not just making small talk. There’s no rush to any of his actions, no pressure—just a quiet confidence that feels both comforting and intriguing.

One evening, after a long day of racing, you find him sitting in the garage and staring out at the grandstand as he is looking up at the sunset. You walk over, hesitant but curious.

“Mind if I join?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looks up, his smile warm and easy. “Not at all. The view’s better with company, anyway.”

You sit down next to him, and for a few moments, there’s just the hum of the distant engines and the warmth of the setting sun. Then, quietly, Pepe turns toward you.

“I like how you see things,” he says, his voice sincere. “The way you talk about the races, the details... it’s like you bring a whole new perspective to it. Not many people see it the way you do.” You look at him, surprised by his words.

“I’m just... trying to share the side of it people don’t always notice. You know, the stuff that’s hidden.” Pepe nods slowly, as if processing your words. “Yeah, I get that. You have a way of making the unseen things feel important.”

For a moment, you both sit in comfortable silence, the connection between you growing deeper with each passing second. He doesn’t push. He doesn’t rush. He’s just there, a steady presence, showing up when you least expect it.

And slowly, it starts to feel like maybe this quiet, consistent attention is something more than just friendly banter.

It wasn’t noticeable at first—mostly small gestures that you brush off as coincidence.

One morning, after a particularly tough day at the track, you’re buried in your laptop, trying to finish up a blog post, when you hear footsteps behind you.

You look up to find Pepe standing there, holding out a Red Bull can in your direction with a small smile.

“Figured you could use this,” he says, his voice casual but thoughtful. “You looked like you could use a pick-me-up.”

You blink, surprised by the gesture. Energy drinks weren’t exactly your choice of drink when it came to caffeine, but you were grateful for the drink. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

Pepe shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes. “No problem. I’ve been there—long days, late nights. Thought a Red Bull might help since I don’t really like coffee.”

You accept the drink and open it, feeling a warmth spread through you—not from the Red Bull, but from the kindness in his eyes.

It’s not the first time he’s done something like this. The more you think about it, the more you realize that, over the past few weeks, he’s been going out of his way to make sure you feel seen—whether it’s checking in on how your day’s going or making sure you’re okay during hectic moments.

As the days pass, he starts sharing stories about his own struggles in racing—how he’s dealt with pressure, the challenges of balancing his personal life with his career (not to mention the shitty luck he’d been having lately).

His openness catches you off guard, and you find yourself listening intently, feeling a connection you didn’t expect.

“You’d be surprised how much racing can mess with your head sometimes,” he says one afternoon, leaning against a wall as he talks. “But you have to push through, even when everything feels off.”

His words linger with you long after the conversation ends. And for the first time, you see him in a new light—not just as someone who’s kind and attentive, but as someone who truly understands the ups and downs of life, someone who knows how to make you feel special without even trying.

Despite Pepe’s kindness lately, you hesitate. Every time he goes out of his way to make you feel special, you can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest, but something pulls you back.

Your mind still lingers on Paul—the way he smiled at her, the way his presence felt so magnetic, even from a distance. It’s like an anchor you can’t shake, a feeling you’re not ready to let go of.

One night, unable to sleep, you find yourself texting your closest friend, Marina. You vent about everything—how much you’re drawn to Pepe’s attention, but how you feel stuck on Paul, unable to move past the crush that was never meant to be.

Your Marina’s reply comes almost immediately. "You’re holding onto something that wasn’t yours to begin with. Paul is in a relationship, and no matter how much you wish it were different, you deserve more than just hoping for a chance."

The words hit harder than you expect, and you feel the truth in them—like a weight lifting off your chest. You pause, staring at the screen, then take a deep breath. "I know," you text back. "I’m just scared to let go."

Your friend’s response is simple but reassuring: "Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting. It just means making space for something that’s actually real."

You close your eyes for a moment, letting those words sink in. And for the first time, you feel the weight of holding onto Paul begin to lift, replaced by a quiet sense of clarity. Maybe you’re ready to move forward.

It’s late one evening, and you find yourself talking to Pepe again, this time in the quiet of a nearly empty garage after a long day of media and racing.

The conversation starts off light, but as the hours pass, something shifts. You’re sitting across from him, both of you exhausted but not ready to call it a night.

Without warning, Pepe looks at you, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something more earnest.

“You know,” he says, his voice softer than usual, “I really admire how you handle everything. I’ve seen the way you juggle work, racing, everything. You’ve got this strength about you that’s... rare. It’s not just about how you push through tough times, but the way you stay true to yourself, even when everything feels impossible.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sincerity in his words. “I... don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replies, his gaze steady. “I just think you’re incredible. And I don’t think enough people tell you that.”

His words catch you off guard, and something inside you stirs—a warmth, a flutter of something new. The walls you’ve carefully built around yourself begin to crack, just a little.

It’s not just the compliment itself, but the way he says it—without any expectation, no hidden motive. Just pure, honest admiration.

You look at him, really look at him, and for the first time, you begin to see him in a new light. He’s not just kind and attentive—he’s genuine, and that genuineness makes everything about him feel different, something you didn’t expect.

You sit in silence for a moment, letting his words settle in. The weight of the day, the pressure of expectations, and the uncertainty that’s been following you around seem to melt away, if only for a brief second.

You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear that—to be seen, really seen, for who you are and not just what you do.

Pepe shifts a little, his gaze still warm and steady. “I know and understand that it’s not easy. I’ve seen how much effort you put into everything you do. But don’t forget that you deserve to have someone see you for the amazing person you are, not just for what you’re capable of.”

You swallow, blinking away the unexpected emotion. The vulnerability in his words makes your heart ache, but in a way that feels freeing, like a weight lifting off your shoulders. “I... don’t know if I believe that,” you admit, your voice softer than you expected.

“You will,” he says with a smile that makes your chest flutter. “Because you’re worth it. You’ve always been worth it.”

The sincerity in his eyes, the quiet but powerful way he expresses his admiration—it breaks through the last of the walls you’ve built up around yourself.

In that moment, you realize how much he’s not just seen you, but understood you. And maybe, just maybe, it’s time to start seeing him, too, not as someone in the background of your thoughts, but as someone who could be a part of your future.

Suddenly, you realize that this connection with him could be more than just a passing feeling.

As the days pass, you find yourself spending more time with Pepe—whether it's during work events, casual hangouts, or just those quiet moments where the world seems to slow down. And with each interaction, you begin to notice the little things that set him apart.

It’s in the way he listens when you talk, really listens, as if he values every word you say. He doesn't just hear you; he understands you.

When you ramble on about your latest fashion idea or a new post you're planning for your blog, he’s there, nodding along, offering insights or just genuinely interested in what excites you. He makes you feel like your passions are important, even if they seem trivial to others.

And then there’s the way he encourages you, not just with words, but in his actions. When you doubt yourself, he’s there to remind you of your strength, to tell you that you’re capable of so much more than you realize.

It’s the little things—those quiet words of encouragement when you need them most—that make you feel seen in ways you hadn’t expected.

But perhaps most of all, it’s the care he shows for your happiness. It’s the way he asks about your day, not because he feels he has to, but because he genuinely wants to know.

How your day went, if you’re feeling okay, if there's anything he can do to make things better. It’s a kindness you didn’t know you needed, and slowly, you begin to realize that these small acts—these simple gestures—are what make him someone truly special.

When things aren’t going as smoothly for him, you’re there to support him in the same way. You’re with him through the highs and the lows, whether it’s during a frustrating race where he’s forced to retire early or a weekend where things just don’t seem to click.

After a no-finish result in one of the races, you tell him: “You gave it your all. It wasn’t your day, but I know you'll bounce back.” It’s the small, thoughtful words that show him you care, even when he’s at his lowest.

Then comes the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. You’re watching the race unfold, and your stomach drops when you see his car lose control and crash.

You hold your breath, your heart pounding, as the screen cuts away. Your thoughts race until you hear an update confirming that he’s okay, but you can’t help but worry. You know he’s going to be shaken up, even if it doesn’t show.

You’re one of the first people to get to the medical bay after the crash. When you walk in, Pepe is sitting on the bed, his helmet off, his face a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, there's a silence between you. He’s still processing everything that just happened.

“Hey," you say softly, approaching him. "You good?"

He gives a small, tired smile. "Yeah, just... it's frustrating, you know? I thought I had it under control, but... things happen. Not to mention the lock up we had the other day,"

You pull up a chair beside him, sitting down without a second thought. "I saw it. But you’re here, and that’s all that matters." You place a hand on his arm, offering a quiet reassurance. "I’m just glad you're okay."

He meets your eyes, his expression softening. "Thanks for being here," he says, his voice sincere. "It means a lot, more than you know."

For a moment, you just sit there together, the chaos of the race weekend fading into the background. And as you talk about the race, his crash, and what’s next, you realize just how much you care—not just for his career, but for him.

The connection you share feels deeper than ever, something solid and real.

After everything—the highs and lows, the moments of doubt and clarity—you find yourself standing at a crossroads.

You think about all the times you’ve hesitated, the moments you almost pulled away, unsure if you were ready to move on, still clinging to a love that never was. But as you look at Pepe, sitting beside you, as present and steady as he’s always been, something clicks.

It’s not just the way he’s supported you, or how he’s always seen the best in you, even when you couldn’t see it in yourself.

It’s how he makes you feel, not just valued, but cherished for exactly who you are—the messy, complex, imperfect you. In his eyes, you’re enough. And for the first time in a long time, you believe it, too.

Pepe’s kindness, patience, and unwavering support have shown you a kind of love that’s not based on fleeting moments or unattainable ideals. It’s real. It’s grounded. And more than anything, it’s filled with hope—a hope you hadn’t realized you’d lost until now.

So, when he looks at you, his gaze filled with something deeper than friendship, you finally allow yourself to take the leap. You smile, a little unsure, but ready. “Pepe, I think I’m ready for this.”

He grins, his eyes lighting up with a warmth that makes your heart flutter. “Me too,” he says, his voice low and genuine. “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.”

In that moment, you know, with certainty, that you’ve chosen the right path. You’re not just moving on—you’re moving forward, with someone who will walk beside you every step of the way, supporting you, loving you, and reminding you that you’re worthy of all the happiness you’ve been seeking.

Epilogue:

Months have passed since you and Pepe decided to give love a real shot, and life has never felt brighter. His unwavering presence and quiet strength have become your anchor, and the happiness you’ve found together is undeniable.

The laughter you share, the quiet moments together, and the way he looks at you with so much care and love, it all fills you with a peace you didn’t know was possible.

It’s the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix weekend, and Pepe is in peak form. You’re on the edge of your seat, clutching your puppy’s leash as the race unfolds.

When Pepe crosses the finish line in first place, the roar of the crowd barely registers as you’re too busy cheering alongside his parents with all your might.

Later, you meet him in parc fermé, tears of joy in your eyes as he steps out of the car. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling you into a tight hug, his helmet still tucked under his arm.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he whispers, his words meant just for you despite the bustling celebrations around you.

That evening, you’re by his side as the team celebrates his victory. The champagne flows, and the glow of his achievement lights up the room. But it’s the quiet moments you share—when he leans over to steal a kiss and murmurs how much you mean to him—that remind you how lucky you are.

The next day, as you’re strolling through the paddock together, you catch sight of Paul in the distance.

He’s talking to someone, but his eyes briefly flicker to you and Pepe. His expression shifts for just a second—an unrecognizable look you can’t quite place—but you don’t dwell on it.

Pepe squeezes your hand, and your attention snaps back to him. He’s smiling at you in that way that makes your heart race, the way that reminds you of why you chose him. The life you’ve built together is filled with love, laughter, and hope—and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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violetszone · 2 years ago

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At Home Again (Insta au)

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y/nblog finally he is back

olliebearman i am back my love 🤍

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Sweet Tea. ✷ Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: When Lando tries to find forgiveness after an argument through acts of service.

Word Count: 1.3k

Disclaimer/s: established rel, fluff, kinda angst…. ish.

Vera’s Voice! Hi. this was fun to write :3 hope u enjoy mama ^_^ the lando oneshot grind doesn’t stop.

The hum of the heating system filled the stillness of the apartment. It wasn’t exactly peaceful—more like tense, suffocating, and heavy.

You sat curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders, your phone glowing faintly in your hands. You scrolled aimlessly, not really reading anything, but it was better than thinking about the argument that had left you and Lando in this standoff.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him pacing between the living room and the kitchen. He wasn’t saying anything—he hadn’t since you’d gone quiet—but his restless movements said enough.

He hated silence, especially when it was because of you.

The fight hadn’t started as anything serious, just a playful back-and-forth after a long day. But his teasing had crossed a line without him realizing it, and you’d snapped.

“You don’t need to be so dramatic about everything,” He said, half-laughing, when you’d voiced your frustrations about something that had been bothering you for days.

The words had stung, lodging themselves deep in your chest. You didn’t know if it was the dismissive tone, the laughter, or just the stress of the week catching up to you, but you’d shut down completely after that.

No sarcastic comeback, no explanation, just cold, steely silence.

And Lando?

He hadn’t done much to help himself. Instead of apologizing, he’d groaned, muttering, “Oh, come on, don’t do this,” as if your feelings were an inconvenience to him.

That was what had really sealed it.

So now you were here, refusing to meet his eyes, letting the silence stretch longer and longer.

From the kitchen came the faint clink of dishes. You glanced up briefly, noticing Lando hunched over the counter, his brows furrowed in concentration.

He was making something.

But what?

You couldn’t quite tell.

You wanted to stay mad—wanted him to feel the weight of how much his words had hurt—but curiosity gnawed at you.

Lando wasn’t exactly a chef, and him fumbling around in the kitchen was unusual.

A few minutes later, his footsteps padded softly toward you. He stopped just in front of the couch, hesitating before placing a small plate on the coffee table.

Beside it, a steaming mug of tea.

You looked down, your stomach tightening at the sight. It was your favorite treat, carefully prepared just the way you liked it.

The tea even seemed to have the right amount of honey—he must’ve measured it out because he always teased you for how sweet you liked it.

“Here,” Hr said quietly, his voice almost timid. “I, uh… I thought you might be hungry.”

You stared at the plate for a moment, then looked up at him. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie, his lips pressed into a tight line.

“I’m sorry,” He added quickly, before you could say anything. “I was a complete ass earlier. I didn’t mean to brush you off like that—I wasn’t thinking.”

You didn’t say anything, though the sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. Instead, you reached for the mug, cradling it in your hands.

Lando shifted awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure whether to stay or give you space.

After a moment, he sighed, running a hand through his messy curls. “I don’t like seeing you upset. Especially when it’s my fault. I know I messed up, but I hate this—” He gestured vaguely between the two of you, “—this cold shoulder thing. Can we please talk?”

You finally set the mug back down, fixing him with a pointed look. “Talk? Like how we talked earlier and you laughed at me?”

He winced, guilt flashing across his face. “I didn’t mean it like that. I thought I was being funny, but I wasn’t. I didn’t realize how much it was bothering you. That’s on me.”

“You made me feel stupid for being upset,” You said quietly, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “Like I was overreacting.”

His expression softened, and he dropped onto the couch beside you, careful to keep some space between you. “You weren’t overreacting,” He said, his voice low. “I swear, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I was just being an idiot. You know I’m terrible at serious conversations.”

“That’s not an excuse, Lando.”

“I know,” He said quickly. “I know. I’m not trying to make excuses. I just… I’m sorry. Really. I should’ve listened instead of brushing you off.”

You let out a soft sigh, your fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket. Part of you wanted to hold onto the anger, to make him sweat a little longer, but the vulnerability in his voice was breaking down your walls.

Lando reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against your knee. “I’ll do better,” he sighed, his voice almost a whisper. “I don’t want to make you feel like that again.”

You glanced at him, taking in the way his brows were knit together, the way his lips were pressed into a thin line. He looked genuinely remorseful, and your heart softened despite yourself.

“I just want you to take me seriously,” You said quietly.

“I will,” he promised, his hand gently resting on your knee now. “I mean it.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, finally, you let out a small sigh. “Okay.”

His head shot up, hope sparking in his eyes. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you repeated, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “But don’t think this means you’re off the hook.”

He grinned, leaning in slightly. “Noted.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t pull away when he shifted closer, his hand sliding up to your cheek. “I’m sorry again.” He muttered as he shifted even closer.

You didn’t answer, but the way you leaned into him was all the permission he needed. His lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative at first, then firmer as you kissed him back.

When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Are you still mad at me?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “When am I never mad at you.” Rolling your eyes as you slightly joked. “But, seriously. I am still a little mad.”

He grinned, pressing another quick kiss to your temple before pulling you into a warm hug. “I’ll take what I can get,” he murmured, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

As you leaned into his embrace, the weight of the argument melted away, leaving only the warmth of his love—and the promise to do better.

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sweeterlovers · 4 months ago

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FLOWER GIRL / OLLIE BEARMAN

ollie bearman x rosberg reader / SMAU FIC

FACE CLAIM / eva meloche

WARNINGS / hate comments, skinny shaming, and google translated german

based off of this request!

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y/n.rosberg moved into my apartment in monaco ��🏻🤍

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user5 gorgeous

user12 i’m in love with this kitchen

user567 i need my kitchen to look like this 😭

user9 i feel so unaccomplished at 19 cause how is she moving into an apartment in MONACO and i can barley get myself to go to class

user72 to be fair she’s the daughter of nico rosberg soooooooo…..

user3 oh to be a the daughter of an ex f1 driver 💔💔

user942 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

user138 lando norris is in her likes 😭

user5 lets bffr he’s in every girls likes

user01 LMFAO

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user42 the flowers??????????

user2 WHO’S THE MAN?????

user92 my girlfriend 💔💔💔

user2 all these drivers in the likes 😭

user134 first it was lando now it’s ollie and arthur

user092 my girl is PULLING

user5 i mean have you seen her?????

user7 true

user13 so pretty

user13442 🌸 🌺 🌻🌷🌹🌼🪷🪻

y/n.rosberg that’s a whole garden

user6 LMFAO

nicorosberg Ich liebe dich und bleib bitte in sicherheit [love you, and please stay safe]

y/n.rosberg Wie immer mein liebster Vater [as always father dearest]

user53 I FORGOT THAT NICO IS HER DAD

user621 girl it’s in her username 😭

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user662 damn he’s tall

user8 it’s clear that she’s using him

user3 how is she using him?

user8 probably to stay relevant in the f1 world

user38 BRO HER DAD IS AN EX F1 CHAMPION???

user44 why is this our business???

user4 interesting…….

user0 well he was liking her posts

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user4 i had a hunch

user2 GIRL WHATS WITH THE SOFT LAUNCH???

user6 like we know who it is???

user99 probably because of those obsessive fan girls

user90032 someone tell ollie to feed her 😭

user2 stfu

user777 what is wrong with you??? you don’t have to like her but that’s too far

user5 your comment reeks of jealousy

user2 🥹🫶🏻

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olliebearman i love you too, you mean the world to me

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user23 you give off such good vibes!!

y/n.rosberg your so sweet 🥹

user6 wow wow wow 🤩

olliebearman prettiest girl

y/n.rosberg I LOVE U

olliebearman i love you too

user3 love her style

user4 for real!!!!

nicorosberg Ich liebe dich, du wirst immer meine Blume sein [i love you, you’ll always be my flower]

y/n.rosberg Ich liebe dich [i love you]

user7 my flower 🥹😭

user45 it’s so cute!!!

user0 and fitting!!!!

user4572 nico is such a girl dad!

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y/n.rosberg god i love you 🫶🏻🥹

olliebearman i love you too, my flower girl

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afterglowsainz · 4 months ago

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snap out of it | pepe marti

pairing: reader x pepe marti, reader x bf!franco colapinto

summary: pepe has the biggest crush on you, but you’re too into franco to notice

fc: blanca soler

request: here

a/n: for the franco girlies, i’ll write a solo franco fic soon i promise, for the pepe girlies, i’m sorry <3

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username best f2 wag frrr

username what does it feel to live my dream 😭

username she’s serving so much face is insane

username back to the franco boyfriend material pics let’s gooo

username bestie wake up! y/n posted franco in a photo dump again!

username my favorites 💗

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f1 BREAKING: Franco Colapinto to race the remainder of the 2024 season replacing Logan Sargeant for Williams Racing

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username this is insaneeee

username so happy for him! 💙

username ohhh i don’t know much about him but hopefully he’ll do good this season

yourusername OMG LETS FUCKING GOOOOO🔥🔥

username someone needs to pr train y/n ASAP 😭

username so happy to see more young drivers getting into f1

francolapinto 💙💙💙

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yourusername not much going on, just my boyfriends last race in formula 2 before jumping to f1 and pepe’s masterclass of a driving

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username omg she’s hanging out with pepe again we’re sooo back

username i missed their friendship 😩

username same!

babickovaela prettiest girl 💗

yourusername that’s you 🫵🏽

username posted pepe in a photo dump AND praised him in the caption? ohhhh were so back

username no fr since she started dating franco they haven’t been together as much 😔

username maybe cause she has a boyfriend now??? idk priorities change when you start dating someone🤷🏽‍♀️

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username not bad for a rookie 😎

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username congratulations franco 🇦🇷

username can’t wait to see more of him!

yourusername YOU DID SO GOOD

yourusername i’m so proud of you❤️

francolapinto love you💙

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username a face people would go to war for

username SAUCY <3

username i fear i’m no longer in love with franco but with y/n

username so so gorgeous it’s unreal

francolapinto demasiado hermosa❤️‍🩹 (too beautiful)

yourusername ❤️

username 👆🏽this is too cute but i miss her interactions with pepe

username no cause are they even still friends? they don’t interact with each other anymore 😔

usernameno fr bring back the pepey/n friendship!

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pedriache · 2 months ago

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franco colapinto where he’s talking about something and hasn’t stopped since buuuuut reader doesn’t seem to mind at all and only shifts her focus when something interrupts, like a phone call? love u and ur writing 🤍

Company — Franco Colapinto.

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend is a talker, and you were a listener. Unfortunately, people seem to need you at the worst moments.

Word count: 390+

Disclaimer/s: fluff , franco yapping

A/N: AHHHH i love talkative!bf x listener!gf tropes.. my second franco post in 1 day hi!

You loved winter nights. You certainly hated the weather, but the nights themselves where you were laid up in bed with hot coca and a Christmas movie on? They were the best. Even better, was when your boyfriend was keeping you company.

One small downside to it was the movie got paused every two minutes due to Francos absolute need to talk out everything (not that you really minded).

“The thing I don’t understand is why he has the maturity level of a six year old, you know?” The brunette taps his lips as he speaks, his eyebrows furrowing. “And! How did they not kick him out of the North Pole faster just because of how annoying he is?”

You were watching Elf.

He was complaining about Elf.

And you let him. Because hearing your boyfriend speak was the best gift the world had ever granted you. The movie had been paused twenty-five minutes ago, yet he still hadn’t stopped.

A small, amused smile graced your lips as your head resting on his shoulder, tilted up to meet his gaze. You nod in understanding, humming a short, “right?”

“And the fact that they even allowed him into their home is unbelievable, I would never do that.” He was getting passionate now, his expression turning seriously distraught.

Just as he went to start speaking again, your phone rings on the bedside table. Franco’s mouth shuts, and the lack of speaking has a frown replacing your smile.

Letting out a huff of annoyance, you reach over to grab your phone. “Sorry, it’s my mom..”

“It’s okay, answer it.” He nods his head in the direction of your phone. “I’ll go reheat our cocoa.”

“Thank you!” You grin, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before pressing the green button.

Seven minutes pass before Franco returns and you end the call with your mother. He slides back into bed, handing you your mug, “what did she need?”

“Just asked me how I was doing, I forgot to text her today.” You chuckle, “anyways, continue your rant?”

The brunettes eyebrows furrow, “Rant?”

“Uh, yeah, about Elf? Buddy?”

The faintest hint of recognition flashes across the boys eyes, “oooh! I forgot what I was saying. Hit unpause?” Although a bit disappointed, you do just that, cuddling into Franco’s side as his arm wraps around your shoulder and the movie began to play.

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vanishingcherry · 2 years ago

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MARRY ME?

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of jules bianchi and herve leclerc, google translated french, marriage and proposals (self explanatory)

summary: the 4 times charles has asked you to marry him and the one time you said yes

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── 6 years old

Your parents had brought you to a wedding.

Your mother was the bride's closest friend, meaning you had the honour of being the flower girl. The ceremony itself was short and sweet, you watched the bride in awe, in love with her dress.

Not too long later, you were joined by a young boy your age. He was the ring bearer, also watching as the ceremony came to a close.

As the newly married couple walks out together, the boy turns to you.

"We should get married too" He suggests.

"What?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing in surprise. "I don't even know your name"

"C'est Charles. Et toi?" it's charles, and you?

"Y/N."

"Ok so now we can get married, yes? It will be fun."

"Je ne sais pas Charles, i dont know, I need to ask mummy first." You reply. On the outside you were trying to act as normal as possible, but on the inside, you kind of wanted it to happen.

To be fair, why wouldn't you want to wear a pretty dress and get some pretty flowers. You could picture it now, walking down the aisle with a bouquet in your hand and a sparkling dress with thousands of glittery sequins.

It was settled then. If she said yes, you would get married. It would be perfect. Grabbing Charles's hand, you scan the room for your mother, spotting her at the main table, awaiting the arrival of the bride and groom.

Running up to her, you tug at her dress with your hand, still holding Charles's in the other. She looks down.

"Mummy he asked me to marry him." You say in excitement, raising the hand that was entwined with Charles's.

Everyone at the table laughs at that, and you frown in response, not understanding what was wrong. Your mother, stifling a laugh herself, replies, "And what did you say?"

"That I had to ask you first. Is it okay if I marry him mummy?"

"Hmm are you sure you're not a little too young?"

"But i'm 6 years old. That is an entire hand plus 1". Adamant to get a pretty dress, you press on. Charles is still holding your hand, standing behind you patiently. He didn't want to say anything that would ruin his chances.

His mother had explained to him a few days ago why weddings happened. She had said that he would know when he met the person he wanted to marry, that she would be beautiful and kind and the best person in the world.

Pascale had explained to Charles that day that if he loved the girl, then everything would be alright, and they would be together forever. Upon meeting Y/N, he knew that she was his forever, it was just incredibly unfortunate that her mother seemed to think 6 was too young when it was obviously the perfect age.

You were still trying to convince your mother that it was perfect, everything was already set up and you were sure the bride wouldn't mind if you got married too.

"How about this", she suggests, "what if you and Charles get married when you are 25?"

"25!" You're shocked, 25 seemed so far away.

"I think 25 is the perfect age, yes? Both of you will be old enough then."

Knowing it was the best deal you would get, you agreed. Leading Charles away, you told him what your mother and you had compromised on. He seemed slightly disappointed at the news, but figured it would be okay, it was only 19 years after all.

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

Unbeknownst to you, your mothers were exchanging numbers at the table, knowing it would be impossible to keep you two apart after today.

── 17 years old

Charles had gotten into Formula 1.

Not too long after winning the F2 Championship, Charles had started getting calls. He was almost always on the phone with his manager, before finally announcing that he signed with Sauber. Years of hard work and months of negotiation had paid off.

That was an interesting day. Both your families were sitting together in the Leclerc's living room. You were sitting between Charles and Arthur, playing games on the TV. After boasting about winning agains the two of them in Mario Cart, you slumped against the sofa, not wanting to play anymore.

Before the two brothers started the new game, Charles got up and stood in the middle of the room, calling for everyone's attention.

"As you all know, we've been trying to figure out a deal for Formula 1", he started, referring to himself and his manager. "And I'm going to be joining Sauber next year!"

Shouts of excitement were all that could be heard for the next few minutes, everyone overjoyed for the young boy who had spent his entire life working towards this very goal.

You were the first to get up and hug him, squealing in delight at the news. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, everyone else in the family forming a big group hug around the two of you.

That was months ago. Now, the two of you stood in his room, 2 weeks before the start of the new season. Charles had to go to the airport early next morning, joining the team for a few days in the simulator. However, as normal, he had left packing till the very last minute.

He'd called you over a few hours ago, freaking out over what to pack and what to leave behind. You went over, entering his room to see clothes scattered everywhere. Rolling your eyes, you start directing him, telling him to clean up while you sort through the piles to figure out what he needs.

Over an hour later, the two of you fall on the bed, tired after having run all over the house to find everything Charles needed. Everything was done, packed up in the suitcase that would accompany him around the world.

Too late to sleep, the two of you opted to stay in his room and talk, whiling away the few hours before he had to head to the airport.

"My god Y/N, marry me will you?"

Blushing in response, you turn to face him. "What?"

Oblivious as he was, Charles had absolutely no idea of your growing crush on him. It had been going on for years, but you never said anything to him, too scared to ruin your friendship.

You were already the subject of teasing from both Lorenzo and Arthur, who had been blackmailed into not telling Charles. Pascale and your own parents hadn't yet commented on the relationship, choosing to let young love play out.

Charles had no idea, none at all. Never had he made any move that suggested he knew or felt the same way. Hence, a proposal was definitely not what you expected when you walking into his house earlier in the day.

"I don't know what I would do without you Y/N. Honestly Fred would've killed me if I showed up with only half the things I needed."

You let out a small chuckle. "We are a bit too young to get married, no?"

He turns back to face the ceiling. "I guess so."

2 hours later, you found yourself waving him off as he entered the terminal, heading to the Sauber headquarters for a week before pre-season testing, your heart still beating faster any time you thought of the conversation that had taken place.

── 20 years old

Charles was drunk.

It was a night out in Monaco. Most of the drivers could be found in the club, packed together, dancing and drinking following the grand prix earlier in the day.

Charles hadn't finished in a good position, meaning he was more than eager to drink the night away. You, tired after a day at the paddock, decided to go home instead.

From the moment he got the first drink down, all he could talk about was you. He would go around to all the drivers, asking them if they had seen how pretty you looked earlier today, or telling them a story about something you did as a child.

"Have I told you about the time we were matching on halloween?"

"Y/N got in so much trouble in school that day."

"She was so excited when she got to meet her favourite singer today!"

He was smitten, all of them knew it, and so they sat there and listened with smirks on their faces. Finally, tired of all the whining, Pierre dropped off Charles at your apartment.

Waking up to a phone call and multiple knocks on your door, you walked into your living room, quickly opening the door to see a grinning Pierre at your door, Charles leaning against him.

"He was being annoying, you can keep him", the frenchman says, tilting his head in Charles direction. "He's drunk."

"I can see that", you mutter, still slightly annoyed at the fact that you were woken up in the middle of the night, but grateful that Charles hadn't ended up walking the streets of Monaco alone.

The drunk man stumbled into your arms, waiting patiently for you to finish thanking Pierre who swiftly headed back to the club.

So, at around 1 in the morning, you found yourself awake and half carrying Charles to the sofa. He fell against it, leaning back and closing his eyes as you went to get a glass of water.

You see his face light up when you enter the room. Leaving the glass on the table for him to drink, you go get some pillows from your room.

Coming back, you see that he had already finished his water, and was looking at you intently.

"Tu es si belle. Have I ever told you that?" you are so beautiful

"Oui, et tu est tout aussi beau" yes, and you are just as handsome

Your crush still existed, perhaps even more so than before. It was impossible to deny the fact that he had only grown more attractive in the last few years. However, knowing it was just his drunk self talking, you chose the ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

He doesn't reply, watching as you set everything up comfortably before lying back. Just as you're about to leave to switch off the light, he grabs your hand, forcing you to turn around.

"Marry me Y/N."

The surprise on your face was as clear as day, but Charles's drunk self seemed to see right past it. He kept his eyes on your own, waiting for a response.

"How about you take me out on a date first?" you laugh in response, fluffing up the pillow and placing a blanket on his body. He falls asleep within seconds, and you sport a small smile as you watched him, before making your way to the comfort of your own bed.

The next day, you woke up to breakfast in bed. A stack of pancakes accompanied by grinning Charles and a note that read "Will you go out with me?"

Regardless to say, the date went amazing. It was simple, just the two of you hanging out in your favourite places in Monaco, drinking coffee and making jokes.

It was only a month later when Charles officially asked you to be his girlfriend during a movie night at home, to which you promptly replied a yes. And just another month after that when you heard him whisper a small "je t'aime" as you drifted off to sleep in a hotel room.

── 24 years old

Ferrari had finally made a good car.

It was the final race of the season and the battle raged on between Charles and Max. Both had an equal chance of winning the championship, Charles only 2 points behind Max in the leaderboard. Whoever won this race would win it all.

You were sitting in the garage, gaze not shifting from the screen in front of you. You watched the two drivers continuously switch positions, going from P1 to P2 and vice versa.

Max having lead for the last few laps, you stood up in joy when Charles overtook him at the end of the penultimate lap. Just 1 more lap. Charles was one lap away from being the World Champion.

You watched as Max's rear tire locked up in the second sector, increasing the gap to 2 seconds. The joy in your heart was bubbling up as Charles got closer and closer to the finish line. Joining the rest of the engineers, you leaned over the railings, watching as he crossed the finish line.

Immediately you ran to the pit wall, grabbing a pair of headphones.

"Amour you did it! World Champion!" You couldn't contain your delight, tears of joy falling as you go around hugging everyone in sight.

"Oh my god. We did it! We did it!" You heard his voice come through. "Thank you to everyone oh my god. I cannot believe it. I love you." Your grin becomes even wider at the last line directed towards you.

"Je t'aime Charles. Oh my god you did it."

Shouts of "yes" and "oh my god" were all that could be heard for the next few seconds. You stood there and listened, knowing just how much Charles deserved it. He had worked every day, either by himself in the gym or with the engineers, figuring out strategies for the next race. He deserved this more than anyone else.

Leaving the headphones near one of the many computers, you run to where the rest of the engineers were gathering. The red car parks at P1, and you look on in unfiltered glee as Charles jumps out, raising his hands in celebration.

He runs over to you, grabbing your face before pulling you in for a kiss. Knowing that there were people watching you, he keeps its short, but its passionate nonetheless.

When he pulls away, you see the shine in his eyes, helmet still on as everyone working at Ferrari rushes over to pat him on the back or give a hug.

Arthur, Lorenzo and his mother are there as well. The former having come P3 in his race earlier in the day, and the latter two having made the trip from Monaco to watch the climatic ending to the season.

You stand to the side with them when Charles heads to the cooldown room, talking to Pascale.

"Herve serait fiere, si fiere" herve would be proud, so proud.

"Et Jules aussi", you add. and jules too "He won it for them."

She smiled. Not too long after, an engineer walked over to you, directing you to the stage. He claimed that Charles wanted you to watch from closer.

5 minutes later, standing off to the side, you look on as he is handed the championship trophy. Cheering alongside everyone else, the delight is evident on your face as he raises it above his head.

The celebrations start. You watch as the engineers filter in, each holding their own bottle of champagne. Catching your eyes, Charles walks over, pulls you up on the podium with him, immediately drenching you in champagne. The celebrations continue as more and more people join.

He hugs you tight, blocking your line of sight. The noise is overwhelming, but in that moment, it's just the two of you. You hug him back, whispering in his ear, unaware of everyone else leaving the podium. I love you, I am so proud of you.

When it's just the two of you left, Charles pulls back. You look around in surprise, turning back to Charles to tell him to get off the podium, gasping when you realise what he was doing.

He was down on one knee, looking at you as though you had hung the stars in the sky. In his hand was a small box that held the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. The diamond in the center shone under the bright lights, but nothing could distract you from Charles.

"Veux-tu m'epouser, mon amour?" will you marry me, my love

You nod almost immediately, tears still falling as your hands cover your mouth in shock. Yes, yes, yes. You get down to Charles's level, hugging him tighter than ever before. You hear him chuckle in your ear, kissing your neck as he too feels a few tears fall out.

You aren't sure how long the two of you stay that way, finding comfort in each others embrace, but you are startled when you hear the roar of the crowd. Leaning back, you can't help but laugh when you see all the drivers and thousands of fans clapping and celebrating your engagement.

Arthur is standing next to Pierre, the both of them hooting and cheering, knowing just how much behind-the-scenes encouragement it took for Charles to agree to proposing.

Looking back at Charles, you find him already looking at you. Giving him a kiss, you let him put the ring on your finger, cheek's hurting from how much you had smiled in the last hour.

It slips on with ease, and the diamonds seem to sparkle even more under the bright lights.

"Only took 4 times for you to say yes, eh?"

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moviecritc · 8 months ago

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ollie bearman x reader at graduation plss

pink bouquet ⋆ ollie bearman

pairing: ollie bearman x reader (fc: avantika)

summary: you thought your boyfriend couldn't make it to your graduation, but turns out he and your mum were plotting something

word count: 1K

warnings: mixed smau and writing

a/n: i made some things up about ollie's education for the sake of the plot

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Y/N wasn't even sure how she had managed it, but she had graduated. Her time at secondary school had been rather confusing and tough, balancing classes with karting competitions and training sessions was no easy task, and even there were several times she thought she wouldn't make it.

But now secondary school was over and she could dedicate herself entirely to her career in motorsport. The future looked really bright for her, with several championships won, sponsors, and her pretty boyfriend who hadn't been able to make it to her graduation. Although the latter wasn't entirely bright.

Ollie and she had met at that same secondary school two years earlier. They had to do a project together and, eventually, they ended up meeting on the karting tracks, so what started as a simple friendship unfolded into a lovely relationship.

They spent a lot of time together, studying and attending each other's races. Ollie was much more advanced in the sport than she was, practically having his path to F2 carved out, and that also took a lot of his study time so usually, he performed worse in subjects than she did. So in mid-March of that year, he dropped out of school.

This made the relationship between Ollie and Y/N a bit complicated, but surprisingly they overcame the distance in a great way. He went to London whenever he could, and she accompanied him to races as they used to do before. They even managed to go to the prom together and have a lovely evening.

Y/N was aware of the fame her boyfriend had gained in a short time and he had thought it best to keep their relationship private from the media. Y/N didn't mind this part too much, but it was impossible not to think that Ollie hadn't come to see her at her graduation because there would be quite a few people taking photos.

Y/N emerged from her room wearing the pink dress she and Ollie had picked out for graduation. He had himself told her it looked so good on her that he didn't know if he'd kill or die for that dress.

She descended the stairs, finding her mother and brother eagerly awaiting her exit. "Oh my goodness, Y/N," her mother said, heading towards her the moment she saw her. "You look beautiful." Her mother glanced at her brother sternly, encouraging him to say something.

"Yeah, you look alright," he spoke, lips pressed together.

YN rolled her eyes and hugged her mother. Her phone rang, and she hurried to see who it was, which left Y/N feeling quite puzzled, especially seeing her mother's wide smile.

"Let's take a picture," her mother nodded, under her brother's grimace.

The two posed with weak smiles because Y/N looked amazing, while her brother remained in his pyjamas. Although it was Y/N who had the weakest smile; she had been feeling her boyfriend's absence all morning.

Ollie had been there for many of her most special moments; when she won her first karting championship, when she got her driver's license, when she passed that subject that had been so difficult for her… His absence at her graduation felt wrong.

Someone rang the doorbell at that exact moment. Y/N frowned and looked at her mother and then her brother, wondering who was missing.

"Why don't you open it, darling?" her mother commented from the kitchen, hiding her excited smile.

YN knew something was about to happen because even her brother sat on the sofa, waiting for her to open the door.

Upon opening it, she was met with a bouquet of tulips larger than her upper body. She gasped, bringing her hands to her face. Then a little head peeked out from the top of the bouquet. "Hi,"

YN stifled a scream, which turned into a giggle, and went into the arms of her boyfriend, who lifted her slightly off the ground as he kissed her, not caring that his face got smeared with her red lipstick. YN took the bouquet, still speechless. They closed the door behind them, and she pointed at her mother instantly.

"You knew,"

"Well, of course," her mother said, with a proud smile.

YN let out a laugh of complete happiness; she was smiling so much that her cheeks started to hurt.

"It was Ollie's idea," her brother pointed out.

"You knew too?"

Everyone laughed, and then her mother and brother left them alone for a few moments so they could talk quietly. They kissed a couple more times until Ollie asked her, "You didn't know?"

YN smiled slightly. "I found out a couple of days ago; my mother isn't very discreet with her calls," Ollie laughed, resting his head on YN's shoulder. "But I'm thrilled you're here,"

"And I am too," he raised his gaze instantly. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

YN pursed her lips slightly. "For a moment, I thought you wouldn't come. Because of all the photos and stuff,"

Ollie pulled away from her a bit, frowning.

"Why would I care about that?"

"You know, because of the private relationship thing," YN nervously bit her lip.

Ollie smiled softly, and kissed her gently on the nose. "I only told you that because at races, it's not cool to have cameras everywhere trying to take pictures of you. Some drivers told me it was a good idea,"

"Ollie, I don't care about that. I just want to show off my boyfriend at my graduation," she shrugged, cradling Ollie's face in her hands.

"I love that," Ollie pulled her back towards him, kissing her for a few seconds.

"Also, with all that fame you say you have, you could make me some promotion,"

"You cheeky…"

YN cut him off with a kiss. "I love you,"

"I love you more, baby,"

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summary: kimi being down bad and obsessive ( in a healthy way! ) for his lover

warnings: jokes about kimi wanting to 💀

pairing: fem! reader x kimi antonelli ( featuring — ollie bearman )

genre: texting au, established relationship

author note: read my zhou guanyu version here and the inspiration behind this here

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lecsainz · 1 year ago

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Could you write friends to lovers with Ollie Bearman? Something really fluffy where they realise they have feelings for each other, thank you.

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parings: ollie bearman + fem!reader

summary: the one where you and ollie are best friends and ollie finally creates the courage to declare yourself.

🗒️ : best friends to lovers are definitely my favorite trope!

type: fluff ಇ

Ollie had known Y/N for as long as he could remember. He first met the girl with y/h/c hair in elementary school. Ollie remembered the six-year-old Y/N approaching the seven-year-old Ollie, taking his hand, and saying, "You're my boyfriend." At the time, young Ollie had bolted away from her, and every time he saw her, he'd hide. That was until the day Y/N decided she wanted another boy to be the father of her dolls and chose the boy who always ran from her to be her best friend.

Today, all Ollie wanted was for his best friend to see him in a different light. Not that Ollie was afraid to make a move, as he was popular among the girls, but he was afraid that Y/N would distance herself from him as she did with any other boy who wasn't Ethan – a guy Ollie disliked.

What did that blond boy, who played football, have that he didn't? He raced a car at almost 200 km/h and was afraid to compete with someone who kicked a ball.

He couldn't recall when he started having feelings for Y/N. Maybe it was during his first race when she showed up wearing a shirt with his number, or perhaps it was during the countless nights they spent talking at each other's houses. It might have been when he saw his best friend cry over Ethan, either because they had broken up or because they weren't speaking. The fact that he couldn't remember didn't change anything, but he simply wanted to be able to call her his. His girl. His girlfriend. Not just his best friend.

One sunny afternoon, Ollie and Y/N found themselves sitting in the park, chatting away about various topics, as they often did. The laughter flowed effortlessly, and the warmth of their friendship was evident. Ollie knew that he had to find the courage to confess his feelings soon, and he couldn't think of a better place to do it.

As they watched the children playing on the swings, Ollie's heart raced, and he decided it was now or never. He cleared his throat, trying to find the right words.

"Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while," Ollie began, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

Y/N turned to him, her eyes curious. "What is it, Ollie?"

Ollie took a deep breath and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, you mean the world to me. You've been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I cherish every moment we've spent together. But lately, I've started to feel something more, something beyond friendship. I don't know when it happened, but I've fallen for you, Y/N."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Y/N looked at Ollie, her eyes wide with surprise. The weight of his confession hung in the air, and Ollie felt like his heart was in his throat.

Y/N's expression softened, and she reached out to gently touch Ollie's hand. "Ollie, I... I don't know what to say."

Ollie couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. Had he just ruined their friendship? Would she distance herself from him?

But then Y/N smiled, a warm and genuine smile that made Ollie's heart skip a beat. "You know, Ollie, I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time."

Ollie's eyes widened in surprise. "You have?"

Y/N nodded. "Yes, I have. I've been feeling the same way, Ollie. I just didn't want to ruin our friendship by saying anything. But now that you've said it, I can't hold back any longer. I've fallen for you too."

Relief and happiness washed over Ollie. He couldn't believe his luck. "Y/N, you have no idea how happy that makes me."

With a mixture of excitement and relief in the air, Ollie and Y/N leaned closer to each other. The world seemed to fade away as they closed the distance between them, their hearts pounding in anticipation. Their lips met in a soft and tender kiss, sealing the confession of their feelings.

It was a gentle, sweet kiss, filled with the promise of a new beginning. Ollie's hand cupped Y/N's cheek, and her fingers gently threaded through his hair as they shared a moment that had been a long time coming.

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Lovers — Ollie Bearman

You and Ollie are very close and historians would say you are only friends, but in reality, everyone (fans and the whole paddock) thinks you two are dating.

(smau and narrated)

note — reader is a female driver!

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georgerussell cute double date!

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user1 ARE OLLIE AND Y/N IN THE LAST PICTURE?

user2 "just friends" yes, of course. I totally believe them

user3 now they have double dates, stop

yourusername Just to clarify, it wasn't a double date. The four of us are friends and we like to share time together, nothing else!

kimi.antonelli olliebearman come here to justify yourself, because the picture talks by itself

olliebearman we are just friends, I swear!

You had spent the afternoon with your friends, having a picnic in the park. You were young and loved to spend your time doing silly things, even when you had a car race this weekend. You really enjoyed breaks more than anyone else and being with your friends was the best part of all.

Sitting next to you, Ollie was with his phone, while you drove to your hotel room. Luckily you, he was also staying in the same hotel, just a few rooms away. Sometimes you thought your teams were doing everything on purpose to keep you close to each other, as if you were a pair that could not be separated under any circumstances.

Where you were going, Ollie was walking behind you. The same happened with you.

“My phone is ringing like crazy.”

“Mine keeps vibrating in my purse.”

Kimi thought it was a good idea to post pictures from your picnic date, where you and Ollie were very close. That had caused the world to react and to start with their theories. Even your own family had asked you several times if something was going on between the two of you, to the point where you started to doubt whether you ever did anything to make them suspicious.

You were just friends.

“Do you think they’re right?”

“About what, Ollie?”

Your eyes stopped seeing the road for a second, to put them over him.

“About us. I know we’re not dating, but sometimes I think maybe they’re noticing something that we’re not.”

“We’re just friends.”

“We are.”

None of you insisted on the subject, acted as if you had never spoken about it in the first place. When you arrived at the hotel, you went to your room and Ollie went to his own.

Not ten minutes passed, when you felt a knock on the door. Barefoot and in your nightwear, you opened the door. Ollie was there, his hair all messed up.

“I need to talk to you, it’s urgent.”

“Is something wrong? Is your family okay?”

“Everyone’s fine, it’s not about that.”

“All right, come on in.”

You let him in and Ollie walked into the middle of the room. It was a big space and his presence never made you uncomfortable.

Before you could talk, Ollie spoke.

“I think they’re right.”

“Ollie…”

“There’s something more between us, we’re not just friends.”

You were silent, thinking about his words. Ollie spoke again, so confidently as he said his insecure words. Confident and insecure, he was a mix of both.

“I feel things for you and I’m tired of pretending that it’s nothing and that we’re just friends.”

It wasn’t until you heard those words that everything suddenly started to make sense. You started to remember the way your heart used to beat when you were around him, the way you felt incredibly happy when he won races, or the way you constantly posted photos of him to your social media. You always found a way to make Ollie present in your life.

It wasn’t the same feelings you had for Kimi. What you felt for the English was much deeper, romantic.

You smiled at him. You loved to spend your time with him, and when something good or bad happened to you, you ran to his side because you knew no one else would understand you the way he did.

You were in love. And you were in love with nothing else than your best friend, Ollie.

“Do you have feelings for me?” asked him, looking anxiously for an answer from you.

“I have feelings for you and I’m terrified.”

Ollie smiled and walked one step towards you.

“I’m terrified, too.”

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soleilpinto · 22 days ago

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Chasing the Apex (Paul Aron) Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ ͙⊹

“Oh, my love, I’d be the first to admit it: I’ve been caught up in my feelings." (Niki, Lose) ⋆˚࿔

Synopsis: Paul likes to think his life is perfectly balanced—at least, until he starts noticing you. As you suddenly grow closer to Pepe over the season, Paul struggles with emotions he doesn’t want to admit. Torn between loyalty and longing, he learns that some races can’t be won, especially the ones fought off the track.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Pepe Martí x Fem!Reader (Spin off in Paul’s POV)

Warnings: Broken hearts(?), Not many since this is just a spin off in Paul’s POV

Note: To that one ask that suggested I make a Paul POV to my Pepe fic, it kept festering in my mind that I decided to actually make a spin off 😭 I liked the idea of seeing the other side of things since not many people would see the other person’s side and how they might be handling these things. Anyways, don’t forget to like + reblog as always!

Changing Lanes (Pepe’s Version.) !!

The Porsche event was buzzing with energy—flashes from cameras, sleek cars on display, and a steady hum of conversation.

You were there for work, capturing social media content, blending into the crowd as much as you could. Paul wasn’t supposed to notice you, but somehow, he did.

It happened when you were leaning over a display, adjusting your camera to capture the perfect angle of a custom car interior.

He caught the glint of your necklace in the light, then the furrow of your brow as you concentrated. Something about the moment made him pause.

“Nice angle,” he remarked, stepping closer.

You turned, startled, only to be met with the unmistakable blonde hair and piercing gaze. “Oh, thanks,” you said, blinking. “Just trying to make this dashboard look like art.”

He chuckled lightly. “Tough job, but I think you nailed it.”

The conversation was brief, polite, and nothing out of the ordinary. But as Paul walked away, he realized he was still thinking about it hours later. Something about your calm focus, your easy laugh—it stuck with him.

Still, he shook his head. He had a girlfriend waiting for him at home, and this was nothing. Just a harmless interaction. Nothing more.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

It wasn’t like the typical interactions he had with people in his world. There was no pretense, no racing politics—just a brief, honest exchange.

Later, as he wandered through the event, his mind kept returning to that moment. He saw you again, a few feet away, scrolling through your phone near the refreshments, and without thinking, he approached you.

You looked up when he tapped your shoulder, a soft surprise in your expression. He couldn’t help but grin.

There was something about the way you carried yourself that was easy, refreshing even.

“You know, I didn’t think we’d run into each other again,” he said, trying to keep the conversation light, yet something in his voice betrayed his growing curiosity.

You laughed softly. “Seems like it.”

He wanted to say more, but the words seemed to get stuck. Instead, he just kept talking, enjoying the flow of the conversation.

You weren’t like everyone else he met—there was no pressure, no awkwardness. Just two people sharing a moment in the middle of an otherwise busy event.

When he excused himself, heading back into the crowd, he felt that same lingering pull, that feeling of wanting to know more about you.

It wasn’t something he had planned on, but it was there, quietly gnawing at him.

Shaking his head, he tried to push it down. It was just a conversation. Nothing more. But as he looked back at you from across the room, he couldn’t ignore the small ache that settled in his chest.

The next few weeks were a blur of race weekends, media duties, and endless travel. But as Paul went from one paddock to the next, there was something that stood out to him more than usual: you.

It started small—a fleeting wave when you passed by in the paddock, a brief exchange as he waited by the media wall. But over time, those small encounters grew.

You’d be walking from the garage, your camera in hand, and you’d make eye contact with him, a smile curving your lips in acknowledgment.

Every time he saw you, he felt a strange sense of calm. Your presence was comforting in a way he didn’t understand.

It was during a rare quiet moment in the paddock, just before the weekend’s first practice session, that you caught his eye again.

He had been talking with his team, but his gaze kept drifting back to where you were standing, casually chatting with a colleague.

There was something about you—your energy, your genuine interest in the world around you—that kept him coming back for more.

“You know,” he said, finally breaking away from his conversation and walking over to you, “I think I’m starting to see you everywhere these days.”

You laughed, a light, airy sound that made his heart skip. “Guess I’m just that hard to get rid of,” you teased, adjusting the strap of your camera bag.

Paul’s lips twitched upward. “Not complaining. It’s just... unexpected, that’s all.”

“I get that,” you said with a knowing look, as if you were sharing some unspoken understanding. “But hey, it’s a small paddock. I’m sure we’ll keep running into each other.”

There was a silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt easy, natural. Paul found himself wanting to hold onto the moment longer, to keep talking. But as usual, the bustle of the paddock pulled him away.

“See you around, yeah?” you said, offering him a smile that felt like it lasted longer than it did.

“Yeah. See you,” he replied, before watching you walk off, the noise of the paddock swallowing up the moment.

As the conversation with you wrapped up, Paul felt the familiar pull of the paddock around him—people walking by, the sound of teams running around, and the low hum of engines wrapping up for the afternoon.

He forced his attention back to his team, but his eyes kept flicking to where you stood, now chatting with Ollie and Kimi, the three of you laughing at something Kimi had said.

Paul watched you for a moment longer than he meant to, noting how natural you looked with them, how easily you fit into the rhythm of the paddock.

There was a lightness in the way you moved, a kind of grace that felt unforced, as if you belonged in this chaotic world in a way he hadn’t expected.

Ollie gestured toward the media area, and you turned to say something to him, your smile bright and easy.

As you walked away with them, Paul’s gaze lingered for a beat longer, watching your figure as you disappeared into the crowd.

He couldn’t help the slight pang of something—jealousy, maybe? Or just a sense of loss, the feeling that he was watching something he couldn’t quite touch. He shook his head, trying to shake the thought from his mind.

“Focus, Paul,” he muttered to himself, but the feeling of watching you walk away, so effortlessly at ease with everyone around you, stuck with him, tugging at him in a way he didn’t understand.

He turned back to his team, trying to keep his focus on the upcoming sessions for tomorrow, but it was hard to ignore the weight of that fleeting moment, the quiet ache in his chest that had begun to grow stronger.

The atmosphere at the Austria race was charged with the usual business of the paddock, but something felt different to Paul.

He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was there—a subtle shift in the air whenever he crossed paths with you.

Normally, you were easygoing, quick to greet him with a smile, a joke, or an offhand comment. But today, you seemed... distant.

When he saw you in the media area, your eyes didn’t light up with recognition the way they used to. Instead, you nodded politely, your focus quickly shifting to your camera and phone, your attention entirely absorbed in your work.

It was during a break, when the noise of the paddock settled just enough for him to hear his own thoughts, that Paul noticed the change again.

You were with Pepe, filming his thoughts on the race but then laughing at something he’d said, your whole demeanor different.

The lightness in your voice, the way you looked at him—it wasn’t something he had seen with you before.

There was something undeniably intimate in the way you two interacted, an ease that seemed to draw you closer together with every passing minute.

Paul stood off to the side, the pang in his chest growing harder to ignore. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much, but it did.

A voice in the back of his mind told him it was none of his business, that he was being ridiculous. He had a girlfriend, after all. He was happy, or at least, he told himself he was.

Shaking his head, he pushed the thoughts aside. He had a girlfriend to focus on, and a podium to celebrate.

As the day drew to a close and people began to trickle off to various parts of the paddock, Paul walked toward his girlfriend, the familiar weight of her presence grounding him. Still, the image of you and Pepe together lingered, a knot in his stomach that refused to loosen.

Trying to push it away, he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, smiling as they walked off together.

Paul and his girlfriend made their way through the paddock, yet he couldn’t help but glance around, his mind still racing. He tried to focus on the usual chaos of the post-race debriefs, the teams packing up, but his gaze wandered. That’s when he saw you again.

You were walking out of the paddock, talking to Pepe, your head tilted back in that carefree way he had grown used to seeing.

The two of you were so wrapped up in your conversation that you hardly seemed to notice the world around you, the familiar hum of race weekend continuing on without a care.

There was something about the way you walked side by side with Pepe that caught Paul off guard.

The way your shoulders brushed occasionally, the ease in your conversation—it wasn’t the playful, casual interaction he was used to seeing in passing.

This was different. There was a warmth between you two, something deeper, and it hit Paul harder than he expected

He caught himself staring for a second too long, before quickly looking away, focusing back on the path in front of him, his hand tightening around his girlfriend’s.

“You okay?” she asked, noticing the shift in his demeanor.

“Yeah,” Paul replied quickly, his tone too sharp, too distracted. He tried to force a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

He could still feel the weight of the moment—the way you and Pepe moved together, completely unaware of him standing there, and how it made something twist in his chest.

They continued walking, and Paul tried to shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered, but it stuck with him, gnawing at the back of his mind the rest of the day.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to escape the thought of you and Pepe, of whatever was happening between the two of you, and why it bothered him so much.

Over the next few races, Paul couldn’t escape the constant presence of Pepe in your life. It was subtle at first—just little moments here and there.

He noticed the way your eyes would light up when you saw him, the way you shared inside jokes with him during media breaks, your demeanor so easy and warm.

It was almost like there was a secret language between you two, something only you both understood.

At the Hungarian Grand Prix, Paul watched you and Pepe in the media area, standing close to one another, your body language casual yet intimate.

You blushed at something Pepe had said, your hand briefly hitting his arm as you leaned in, a soft, unspoken connection between the two of you.

Paul felt a pang in his chest, something that made him feel uncomfortably aware of the way his stomach tightened whenever he saw you and Pepe interact.

Why did it bother him so much? He tried to shake off the feeling, but it lingered, clouding his thoughts every time he saw you two together.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know that you had your own life, that you were free to form whatever connections you wanted. But there was something about the way you and Pepe were—so naturally in tune with each other—that unsettled him.

As the races went on, Paul found himself constantly watching for those moments between you and Pepe.

The brief touches—his hand on the small of your back when you moved through the paddock together, the way your eyes seemed to linger a little longer on him than they should. It wasn’t anything overt, but to Paul, it was enough.

He couldn’t stop comparing it to the times he and his girlfriend had spent together, the way things had felt with her versus what he was seeing between you and Pepe.

He tried to push the thoughts away, reminding himself that he had a girlfriend, that he was in a committed relationship. So why did the sight of you and Pepe together leave him feeling uneasy?

Paul couldn’t help but replay those moments in his head as the races continued.

Each time he saw you and Pepe together, something inside him twisted—a feeling he couldn’t place, but one that wouldn’t go away.

He kept telling himself it was nothing, that he was overthinking it, but deep down, he knew it was more than that.

He watched you both interact at the next race, your easy camaraderie, the way you naturally gravitated toward each other. And yet, each time he saw it, a part of him felt... displaced.

It wasn’t jealousy—at least, that’s what he told himself.

He was just a little confused by the depth of the connection between you two, a connection that seemed to grow with every passing race.

When he saw you and Pepe together in the paddock once more, a thought crossed his mind—a thought he quickly dismissed but couldn’t shake. What if you and him were more than just friends?

He caught himself staring, but quickly turned away, focusing on his team, on his race, on anything to push the thought out of his mind.

He had a girlfriend, he was happy with his relationship, and yet... the image of you and Pepe together seemed to cling to him, gnawing at him, reminding him of how easily feelings could grow—how quickly things could change.

Paul’s heart rate quickened as he quietly passed by the Campos garage, the emptiness glaringly obvious. He was on his way back from a quick check-in with his team when the sound of your voice caught his attention.

He stopped in his tracks, not meaning to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help it. There was a soft vulnerability in your tone, something unguarded.

He didn’t mean to listen, but the words reached him clearly, and he couldn’t stop himself from pausing just out of sight.

“You know,” Pepe said, his voice quieter than usual, “I really admire how you handle everything. I’ve seen the way you juggle work, racing, everything. You’ve got this strength about you that’s... rare. It’s not just about how you push through tough times, but the way you stay true to yourself, even when everything feels impossible.”

Paul felt a strange tightening in his chest. The way Pepe spoke, with such genuine reverence—it wasn’t something you heard often, especially from a friend.

It made the air in the garage feel heavier, like he was eavesdropping on something too private.

You blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sincerity in his words. “I... don’t know what to say.”

Pepe’s response was soft but unwavering, and there was a weight in it that Paul couldn’t shake.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied, his gaze steady. “I just think you’re incredible. And I don’t think enough people tell you that.”

Paul’s heart stuttered, and for a moment, he felt as though the world had paused around him.

The warmth in Pepe’s voice was undeniable, and the way you responded, with a slight hesitation, as though absorbing the weight of his words—it stung more than Paul cared to admit.

Without thinking, Paul took a few steps back, retreating from the conversation he’d unintentionally overheard.

The words continued to echo in his mind as he walked away, a feeling of discomfort settling deep in his gut.

‘Why does this matter?’ he asked himself, frustration building inside him. ‘You’re happy. You’ve got a girlfriend. Why does this feel... wrong?’

But no matter how much he tried to dismiss it, that hollow feeling in his chest wouldn’t go away. It stayed with him, gnawing at the edges of his thoughts, as he made his way back to his team.

The Azerbaijan Grand Prix weekend had been intense, and with the red flag out, the pit lane had erupted into a flurry of activity.

Paul, trying to refocus after the interruption, wandered over to the edge of the pit wall, where the teams were waiting for the all-clear. His eyes scanned the commotion, but they paused when he caught sight of you.

You were pacing near the garages, your eyes darting from one side of the track to the other. Paul couldn’t help but notice the urgency in your movements.

Something in his chest twisted as he saw you approach a few crew members, clearly searching for someone.

“Have you seen Pepe?” you asked, your voice light but with an edge of concern.

The words hit Paul harder than he expected. You weren’t just asking for someone—Pepe was the one you were looking for, and your voice held a quiet intensity, a level of care that didn’t go unnoticed.

His stomach dropped. The realization that whatever you and Pepe shared went beyond friendship, beyond casual, hit him like a wave.

Paul could feel the lump in his throat as he took in the scene. You weren’t just looking for him because you cared about him just like any other person would after a huge crash—you needed to see him.

Whatever connection you and Pepe had was real, solid, and deep. It wasn’t something temporary or fleeting; it was meaningful, and it was obvious to Paul now.

The easy way you spoke about him, the subtle gestures of affection, and now this—your clear worry over where he was—made Paul’s heart ache in a way he didn’t know how to process.

As you disappeared further into the pits, Paul felt a surge of frustration. Why was it bothering him so much? He had a girlfriend, he was committed.

He shouldn’t be feeling this way, especially not about someone who wasn’t even his to worry about.

But despite his best efforts to dismiss it, the thought of you and Pepe became more than just a passing observation. It gnawed at him, making the air in the pit lane feel suffocating.

He knew he needed to focus, to get back to the task at hand, but all he could think about was the connection you and Pepe shared.

Something about it felt... different. Real. And it left him with an unsettling feeling that wouldn’t go away.

When the race had ended, the chaos of the track slowly settling into a distant hum, but Paul couldn’t shake the feeling that had settled in his chest.

As the teams started to pack up to make way for the Formula 1 race that afternoon, he made his way toward the paddock, his eyes distracted by the blur of motion around him. But then he spotted you.

You were standing by the pitlane wall, just a few feet away from where Pepe was sitting, his helmet in his hands as he stared down at the pavement.

He looked dejected, frustrated—anyone could see that the race had taken its toll on him.

Without hesitation, you walked over to him, your steps soft but purposeful. For a moment, you simply stood there, your presence like a quiet comfort that seemed to ease some of the tension in his posture.

Then, without a word, you knelt down next to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

Paul stopped in his tracks, watching as you leaned in, speaking softly to him.

From this distance, he couldn’t hear the words, but he could see the way Pepe’s shoulders relaxed, the way his gaze softened when he looked up at you.

You were there, steady and unwavering, offering him the kind of support that was deeper than mere sympathy.

For a brief moment, you touched his arm, a comforting gesture, before you sat down beside him on the wall.

The two of you sat there for a few minutes, a quiet exchange between you—one that was more than just words.

It was the way you both seemed to draw strength from each other in that moment. Paul couldn’t look away, a strange feeling swirling in his stomach.

There was something so undeniably intimate about the way you were together, something that he couldn’t ignore, no matter how much he tried.

He tried to push the thought away, to focus on his own race, but his mind kept returning to the sight of you with Pepe.

There was a connection there—something Paul hadn’t fully understood until now. You weren’t just friends; there was a deeper bond between you two. And the way you comforted him, like you had been doing this for years, made Paul’s chest tighten.

He quickly turned on his heel, retreating into the crowd, but the image of you and Pepe sitting together lingered in his mind.

It was clear now: whatever he had been trying to ignore, whatever unease had been growing inside him—it was real.

Over the off-season, Paul found himself in Rome with his family. The trip was meant to be a much-needed break—a time to relax and recharge before the next season began.

Rome was beautiful, rich with history, and bustling with energy.

But despite the charm of the city and the warmth of his family's company, Paul couldn't shake the restlessness in his chest.

In the evenings, after dinner, he would slip away from the table, retreating to the quiet of his hotel room.

It was easier to find solace there, away from the laughter and conversation, where he could get lost in his thoughts. That’s when he would inevitably pick up his phone, scrolling aimlessly through social media.

At first, it was just to catch up on messages or check in with his friends. But then, his thumb would always land on your profile.

He didn’t want to look. He really didn’t. But each time, the curiosity pulled him in.

There were so many photos of you and Pepe—casual beach days, dinners out, and snippets of your life together that made it clear how much you two meant to each other.

One photo stood out: you both were laughing on a boat, the Monaco coastline in the background, the sunset painting the sky.

You looked so carefree, so happy, and the way you were looking at Pepe—there was no mistaking it.

The caption was filled with sweet words and inside jokes, the words that only made sense to you two.

Another picture showed you both sitting at a café in Barcelona, the table littered with coffee cups and your faces lit up with smiles.

Paul stared at the screen, his stomach sinking. Each photo seemed to reaffirm the reality he didn’t want to face—that you and Pepe had become something more than just friends.

The truth stung. It felt like a door had quietly closed in his face, one he hadn’t even noticed before.

He tried to push the feeling away, telling himself that he had no right to feel this way. He was in a relationship, after all.

Yet, each photo made it harder to ignore the hollow ache in his chest. You had moved on, and it hurt in a way he couldn’t explain.

Sighing, he leaned back on the bed, his phone still in his hand. The city of Rome, with all its beauty and history, felt distant now.

The quiet hum of the hotel room contrasted sharply with the thoughts swirling in his mind. The pictures of you and Pepe lingered there, impossible to shake.

In Qatar, after a much-needed break, Paul finally achieved his first win. The atmosphere in the paddock was electric, the energy palpable as he stepped out of the car, feeling the weight of his hard work pay off.

The team surrounded him, celebrating with high-fives and cheers, the moment finally here after so many near-misses.

He stood there, basking in the glory, as the crowd's applause and his team's jubilation blended into a blur of pride and excitement.

Through the chaos, he caught sight of you approaching him. You looked professional, a smile on your face as you walked over to offer congratulations.

"Hey, congrats, Paul," you said warmly, the familiar tone of your voice always sounding like a breath of fresh air in the sea of race talk. "Huge win, and you were announced as Alpine’s reserve driver too."

“Thanks, really appreciate it," he replied with a grin, still riding the high of the moment.

You quickly shifted to work mode, pulling out your phone to shoot content for the Formula 2 account.

It was the usual routine—candid photos, a couple of quick clips, capturing the excitement of the win for the followers.

The energy between you two was easy and light, the kind of interaction he had grown used to over the past few months.

But then, after a brief exchange, you checked your watch, and without much more than a final smile, you were off, heading toward the direction of the paddock.

Paul watched as you quickly made your way through the crowd, no longer in his peripheral vision. His stomach turned slightly.

There was something about the way you’d left, the urgency in your step, that left him uneasy.

It wasn’t anything he could pinpoint exactly, but the thought of you rushing off to find Pepe—that same feeling from before, that quiet ache—was there again.

He forced himself to push the thought aside. This was his moment, his victory, and he couldn’t let the nagging feeling disrupt it.

But as he continued to smile for the cameras, the feeling lingered, hanging over him like a shadow that wouldn’t let go.

Just as Paul was getting lost in his thoughts, he heard footsteps approach. Looking up, he saw Pepe walking over, a wide grin on his face.

"Congrats, man," Pepe said, clapping him on the shoulder in a friendly gesture. "Well deserved."

“Thanks, mate. It’s been a long time coming," Paul replied, trying to match the warmth in his voice, though something about the moment felt oddly distant.

You were right beside him, your presence unmistakable. "Great job, again, Paul," you said, offering him a smile that was both genuine and professional, but Paul couldn’t ignore the way you seemed to linger slightly longer by Pepe’s side.

He almost didn’t notice, but the subtle touch of your hand on his arm, a brief glance between you two, felt like another reminder of the bond that had grown stronger between you and him.

“Thanks," Paul said again, forcing a smile as he noticed how the two of you seemed to exist in a world of your own, separate from the celebration.

It stung, but he pushed the feeling away.

Pepe caught his eye, giving him a quick nod, a silent acknowledgment of his victory. "Catch you later, then. Still need to debrief with the team in a bit," Pepe added before turning to walk off with you.

The two of you walked away, side by side, and for a moment, Paul couldn’t shake the feeling that the distance between them had grown too large for him to close.

The season finale in Abu Dhabi was electric, the energy palpable as the drivers celebrated their achievements. But Paul couldn't fully immerse himself in the chaos of it all. His eyes kept drifting to you.

Pepe had just crossed the line, winning the sprint race, and as the team gathered in parc fermé, you were the first to reach him. Paul stood back, watching as you rushed over, your face lighting up with excitement.

Without hesitation, you threw your arms around Pepe, pulling him into an embrace that felt effortless and natural.

The world around you both seemed to vanish in that moment, the noise of the crowd, the clamor of cameras, all muted by the closeness you shared.

The way you held him, the way his arms wrapped around you with such ease, felt so intimate, so real. Paul stood frozen, a lump forming in his throat.

It wasn’t just a congratulatory hug—it was something deeper, something unspoken.

The connection between you two was undeniable, and the ache in Paul’s chest grew with each second.

He looked away, but it didn’t help. He had a girlfriend, didn’t he? He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. And yet, the longing lingered, gnawing at him.

He tried to shake it off, focusing on the race, the celebrations, the team around him—but the hollow feeling inside him wouldn’t disappear.

As the crowd around you and Pepe swelled, he could still see you both, your laughter, your smiles, the way you fit together.

A part of him realized that he had missed his chance, that what he felt didn’t matter. But that didn’t stop the ache.

It was as if the season had ended, but a new kind of race had begun inside him, one he wasn’t sure he could win.

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violetszone · 2 years ago

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Iris Flowers

Ollie Bearman x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: You and Ollie had been dating since secondary school and everyone was envious of your perfect relationship. But not everything was as perfect as it seemed.You had a terminal illness, and even though Ollie was always with you, your body couldn't take it anymore. On your birthday, a year after you died, Ollie came to visit you.

WARNINGS:terminal illness,very angst, death,cemetery,not edited writing

A/n: I literally cried while writing,I hope you will like it

You and Ollie have been dating since secondary school. Everyone around you talked about the perfect harmony and bond between you. Everyone wanted that "fabulous" relationship. Of course, you weren't that happy behind the scenes. Since childhood, you've had a heart condition that's gotten worse as you've gotten older.

You knew this disease had fatal consequences. Ollie knew too, but he always tried to support you. He tried not to let you quit, doing everything he could to discourage you if you tried to refuse treatment. Of course, it was very difficult, especially from a young age. It was even more difficult to fight them.

And you were tired, in your heart and in your body. Your pure heart that couldn't take any more stopped beating one day. It was so hard for Ollie to process your death, not to mention getting used to it. The shock he felt when he got the news made his heart stop when you died. Everything started to feel very difficult. It was very difficult for him to live and breathe.

Of course, as the days progressed, Ollie had to move on with his life, and you'd want that too. But he never forgot you—you were his soulmate, you were his everything. For a while, he was just devoted to his work, and the people around him were worried about him, but it was all he could do to stop thinking about you.

But there was a special reason that Ollie was standing by the grave with iris flowers in his hands that day. It's been a year since you've been gone, and today is your birthday. Ollie knew how much you loved iris flowers. He left them on your grave and stared at the sky for a while to keep from crying. "Happy birthday, darling. I am here. I brought you your favorite flowers. Just like these flowers, I wanted to give you some comforting news."

Ollie tells you what he’s been up to lately. He bluntly talks about how hard it was to get over you. He says he’s been trying to keep his promises to you. Tears fill his eyes as he speaks, and he struggles not to cry. He misses you so much that it makes his heart hurt.

"I don't want to lie to you, Y/N. I feel like a piece of my soul has died. I tried, I really tried, but no matter how much I tried, it always seemed to make things worse. I throw myself into work, but I know I worry the people around me. But it doesn't work without you." He sniffed. "I wish you were here."

Then he thought of what you talked about before you died. "Remember when you asked me to date someone else to replace you? I think I'm going to be single for my whole life," he chuckled to himself. "There's not a single soul that will ever replace you. I hope you know that, wherever you are."

"My beautiful angel, thank you for...for all these beautiful years. I just wish I had more time to spend with you. I'm sorry I was always far away because of racing. I'm so...sorry." He couldn't hold back any longer and started crying. Now he needed your hug more than ever. Then he felt a hand on his arm and looked over to see an old lady smiling slightly as she handed him a napkin.

The old woman looked at the grave as Ollie thanked her and wiped his eyes. "You seemed to love her so much. May I know who she is?" A soft smile formed on Ollie's face as he looked at your grave. "I really do, she's my beloved." The old woman looked sadly at Ollie. "Sorry, it must be very hard for you." Ollie glanced briefly at the woman, then back at the grave. "It is. She was everything to me. I still feel like I'm just waiting for her to come back."

The woman rubbed Ollie's arm and slowly walked away. A white butterfly landed on your tombstone, causing Ollie to smile. He knew your soul was with him somewhere around here. "My beautiful darling, every time I can come to you, no matter how hard it is, I will bring you these flowers. My sweet paradise, please don't suffer any more wherever you go, or I will never forgive myself for leaving you alone." He put his hand on the ground of your grave. "I love you, darling. Happy birthday again. I will come again soon." Before walking away, he took one last look at your grave and remembered you as you were, holding the iris flowers in your hand, because you always wanted to be remembered like that.

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marvel-ouss · 2 years ago

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The Way I loved You

Charles Leclerc x Reader, Arthur Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: italics are flashbacks, the timeline is unreliable (Charlotte and Charles are dating and Zak is still McLaren's team principal), mentions of cheating, nicknames in French and Italian, "y/n/n" means "your nickname", screaming, fighting, English is not my first language

Type: fluff and a bit of angst Inspo:

Reader pov

Time goes by and you can’t even feel it. If a year ago you had told me I would be dating Arthur Leclerc I would literally laugh in your face.

I would never imagine dating my ex’s brother, never in a million years. But it end up happening.

I dated Charles for three years, all our friends and family thought we were getting married some day without them knowing, those were the best years of my life, of course it all went south on the end of the third year.

Lewis organized a drivers dinner or something like that and Charles as a f1 drivers was expected to be there. He told me the latest he’d arrive was 11pm so he didn’t keep me here alone for too long since Arthur was out with some friends as well.

It’s 3am Arthur arrived one hour ago and not a single glimpse of Cha, he didn’t answer the phone or replied my texts so I was getting worried. I got up from my bed and headed towards Arthur’s bedroom and knocked on his door “Thuthur?”

“Get in y/n/n” he said just loud enough for me to hear on the other side of the door.

I got in and sat on the end of his bed, I could tell I woke him up “Do you have any news on your brother?” He checked his phone “No, he hasn’t answered my texts yet.”

“Alright, thanks Thuthur I’m sorry for waking you up, sleep well” I kiss his cheek and leave the room. As I get to the living room I sit on the couch and open Twitter to see if there were any updates. After a while of swiping trough the timeline I see a video of my boyfriend with a girl I could recognise, Charlotte the first girl I met and could call my friend when I moved to Monaco.

I was left speechless. I could not believe my eyes while the video of my friend and boyfriend kissing played on replay. I could feel the tears starting to fall down my face.

I felt betrayed. I didn't even notice the time passing.

I wake up from my trance when I hear the door unlock. There he was, the man I swore to be my night in a shining armor. The man I loved the most.

“Hi bab-“ “Get out Charles, I don’t want to see you” I don’t even want to listen to his voice, because I know I will forgive him in a blink of an eye. We’ve been here before he fight all the time, for stupid things but this, now this was serious. This was the first time he cheated, and only to make everything better, with my friend.

“What’s wrong babe?” his calmness usually soothes me. Unfortunately all his calmness right now was making me furious.

“Don’t call me babe, not after tonight!”

“Babe I can explain” he widened his eyes and approached me.

“GET THE FUCK WAY FROM ME” I got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm down.

“Y/n, listen to me!” He says going after me.

“I don’t want to listen, Charles! You went out, you didn’t say a word and I was left worried the entire night!” I kept screaming, I was so angry I started tearing up “I understand you want to go out with your friends, enjoy you're youth and have fun but the least you can do is send me or Arthur a message!” I checked the time on the kitchen’s clock and continued “It’s 5am and I haven’t slept because I was worried! I thought something might have happened to you! Just for me to go on the internet and see you with another woman!”

“Babe, I can expla-“ I take a glass out of the cabinet and fill it with water and say: “No you can’t!”

“Please listen to me!” “I won’t, tell Charlotte I said hi, now leave” he has a shocked look on his face which means I was right, the girl in the video I saw earlier was indeed my old friend.

“The silence says it all. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, when I wake up I’ll make my bags and leave” I say sipping in my cup of water.

“Are you crazy? You are not going anywhere! Not before we talk!” I could tell he was getting desperate. This was all his fault in the first place.

"Now I'm the crazy one?" I turn my back I head to our bedroom so I could get a pillow and a blanket.

Charles enters the room after me and closes the door.

“Please Y/n, let’s talk, I need to explain everything to you, it was a dumb mistake, I shouldn’t have done it. I started drinking and I felt needy but you weren’t there! When I looked at her all a could see was yo-“ “Please Charles, shut up” “-u and I just wanted to kiss you and hug you, but you weren’t ther-“ “SHUT THE FUCK UP! I can’t listen to you anymore! I’m done with your excuses! At the end of the day I’ll be the one to blame because I wasn’t there, and the jokes on me.” I make my way to the bedroom door and open it.

Arthur’s door is open and he is resting his side on the doorframe. “You good?” He asked in a cautious tone.

“Sorry for waking you up but your brother’s a dick!” I make my way down stairs. I could hear Arthur talking to Charles in French but I just went to the couch, laid down and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning I packed my things and left, I stayed at Lando’s house for a while until I had the money to buy my own house. I had some money in my savings for as emergency and this was the perfect moment to put it to use. I met Lando a long time ago, when I first came to Monaco, four years ago, it was with the intuition of becoming a f1 photographer, and that ended up becoming true, I was a photographer for McLaren during one year. Zak had a lot to say about Daniel Ricciardo so I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

Danny has a heart of gold and he didn’t deserve half of what he went through on his last year at McLaren.

After leaving McLaren I did some jobs here and there but settled as a Quadrant photo editor and a APM Monaco main photographer. Even with two jobs I still have time for myself, when they need me they give me a call and I go as fast as I can.

It was easy making the money I was missing to buy a house and not even 3 months later I was all settled in my new apartment.

Lando puts the last box we brought down from his apartment on the table. I bought a two bedroom apartment in the same building as Lando.

“How could you do this to me? You can't leave meee” Lando said with a fake crying voice.

I burst out laughing “Landoo, stop with the drama, we’ve talked about this. You have my phone number and I’m just two floors down!”

“Oh right I forgot about that part! Seems like I’m not getting rid of you that easily.”

“Lan, I think it’s more the other way around.” We stay silent and the next second both our laughs fill the apartment.

"Sorry to ruin the mood, how are you feeling with all this situation?"

"Honestly I don't know. It feels weird. this is the first year in almost four years that I won't be constantly at the paddock. I'm gonna miss the races and specially the people." I was starting to get nostalgic, thinking of all the moments I spent at the paddock, the people I met and all.

"You can always come by, you're welcome to come with me!"

"Yah, obviously!" I say in a sarcastic tone "The last thing I want to do is fight with Zak again, and I doubt I'll be welcome at the McLaren hospitality"

"Y/n you know a bunch of people, you'd be welcome in all the hospitalities! We'll really miss you around." He says hugging me.

"I'll miss y'all as well" I start crying with my face buried in his neck

"Y/n/n, please stop crying or we'll make a pool in the middle of your living room"

"Sorry" I say stepping away and wiping my tears away. "I'm gonna take a bath and settle in, talk to you later?"

"If you want me to go just say it!" he says stepping out the door "See you tomorrow miss" he kisses my cheek and leaves.

I remember being there, in the middle of my apartment, crying my eyes out because of some boy that decided to play with my feelings. Later that night Arthur called to check on me, after all we were pretty close. He came over that night and I got to say everything I was keeping inside of me.

Thur coming over started being something usual so we just got closer and closer.

“Mon ange, do you have any ice cream?” I hear Arthur ask from the living room.

“I only have vanilla ice cream, mio caro” I say from the kitchen door.

“You’re basic, as anyone ever told you that?” He says in a playful tone getting closer, holding my waist and hiding his face in my neck.

“Yes, you have, plenty of times!” I laugh.

“Forget the ice cream, let’s watch a movie and cuddle!” He picks me up and makes his way to the couch. “What do you wanna watch?” He asks putting my feet back on the ground.

I make my best puppy eyes. “No, Y/n, no, please not ‘What’s your number’ again” he says in an annoyed tone. We’ve watched that movies at least 20 times in the last few weeks. “Please, please, please, please, plea-” I keep the puppy eyes to try to convince him. “Okay, you won, but I choose what we’re getting for dinner!” “Deal” I say with a big smile on my face.

The movie ended and Arthur was about to order the food when he got a phone call from his personal trainer so he goes to the other room to answer.

“All good?” I ask when he comes back.

“Yeah, the f2 season starts in three weeks so I need to get in shape before the season start” we keep talking about the f2 season and how excited he is to start racing again. “You should come with me to the races, if your job let’s you of course” he says exited but insecure at the same time.

“I’m not sure, mio caro. Especially with your brother there. I don’t want to make things awkward” I say with a sad tone.

“You still don’t know, do you?” He looks really confused.

“Know what?” I furrow my brows.

“Charles is taking Charlotte to most of the races” and that’s it, replaced like a snap of a finger.

I got lost in my thoughts. Didn't realize I was crying until I feel Arthur hugging me. That was when everything fell down, every tear I held during 6 months, every feeling, all the thoughts, all the love I still felt for Charles. Everything.

"Mon cœur, you don't need to cry anymore, everything will be alright."

I lift my head from his chest "Arthur I'm not sure if I'll ever get over him, he was my first love, he's the person I spent three years of my life with" I sobbed "You don't understand what I'm going through, I loved him more than anything just to be replaced by one of my closest friends, I trusted them. I feel betrayed by the both of them. I don't know if I'm ready to see them together! Thuthur, what do I do?"

"Mon ange, trust me when I tell you that he loved you, he's also hurt by the break up and this was his way to cope, just know that it was real while it lasted."

"If he was hurt he would have tried again, he didn't even call!" I argued

"Of course he didn't. I told him not to." he said really calm

"Why would you do that?" I was so confused, I've been complaining that Charles never tried again but the cause of it has been invited to MY house by ME countless times.

"Would you forgive him? Wait, better question. Would you forget what he did? Or every time you were with him you'd get flashbacks of the video? Don't try blaming it on me because I know that that's what you're doing!" I didn't answer, I just started blankly at the rug on my living room floor. After a while Arthur stood up "I'm sorry but I'm leaving." he made his way to the front door and left. I knew I had fucked up.

That night I went to Lando's house to get his opinion on the situation. Lan always has the best advices! He told me that Arthur might care for me a little bit too much and told me that I needed to replace Charles to help with the pain. I still remember his words to this day "When your puppy dies you need to replace him to help you cope with the pain, it doesn't mean you'll stop loving him, he'll always have a special place in your heart but you need to allow another puppy some love as well" yes he compered my situation with puppies! What's in that's kids head, be forreal.

Me and Arthur didn't speak for three weeks, a sent him hundreds of texts but he didn't answer any. So I did what anyone would do: I went to Bahrain with Lando to talk to him.

"ARTHUR LECLERC GET BACK HERE!" everybody started looking at me and Arthur. He turns around and when I reach him I wrap my arms around his torso and bury my face in the crook of his neck to feel the smell of his perfume that I loved so much. "I'm so so sorry for not saying a thing that night, I was just left speechless. Everything you said was true I just didn't want to accept it. Then you left and it was already too late. I'm really sorry mio caro"

He hugged me back and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders. Now we were face to face. "I forgive you mon cœur, I also apologize for ignoring all your attempts to talk to me, I'm sorry cherie"

I just couldn't resist him. After what Lando said and all this time away from Arthur, I knew I needed him in my life. It was not a want, it was a need. So I kissed him. I didn't care about the cameras or about the people around us. It was just me and him in that moment.

I separated my mouth from his to catch my breath and he followed to kiss me again. "Thur, can you put me on the floor please?" I whispered. "Only if you don't run away." he laughs before putting me on the floor. "Grazie mio caro" I smiled at him.

I looked at his beautiful eyes before getting on my tiptoes and kiss him again.

I went with him for most of the races, the time we spent in Monaco was enough to make the APM photoshoots and all the Quadrant editing could be done while I was away in other countries.

I avoided both Charles and Charlotte. I couldn't deal with any of them. I didn't want to ruin my happiness.

Right now I've been dating with Arthur for seven months and his f2 championship is going great. I still run from my problems instead of solving them.

Today is race day so there's drives, wags, cameras and teams everywhere. Me and Arthur were walking to the Dams motorhome so he could check the strategy before the race. "Y/n?" I didn't answer. I've been ignoring Arthur for the past 30 minutes cause since early this morning he decided that he wanted to challenge my patience. He only called me by my name (which never happens), closed every door in my face and disagreed with everything I said even if I was right! The man's insane! So I decided not to talk to him. we where passing the interview zone when he held my waist so I looked at him "Baby, Mon ange, mon cœur, cherie,-" he said burying his face in the crook of my neck "That's enough Arthur" I started laughing and he started tickling me. "Stoopppp, Thur. Please stop" I can't stop laughing. "Apologize for not speaking to me."

"Thur, stop please, I apologize" a say pushing is hands away from my waist.

"Come here" before I could even think he had already thrown me over his shoulder like a potato bag. "Thur put me down!" I couldn't breath from laughing so much. "Nope, I'm gonna carry you to the hospitality"

All the laughing and talking got interrupted "Arthur? Y/n?"

Charles pov

“The car seem-“ I stopped hearing the interviewer when I heard her laugh, the laugh I didn’t hear for so long, I always loved her laugh. I loved her smile, her eyes, her hair, well I loved her. I love.

I don’t remember much after I left the club on that night but I know we had a fight. What I did was wrong. More than wrong. I don’t know what got into my head! I love her. Even after all this time I still love her. Charlotte means nothing compared to her.

I wanted to go after her but Arthur told me do drop it, everything he says was right but I didn’t want to listen. Then I realised that it might be for the best. That’s why I went back to Charlotte so I could try to get over her.

But I need to respect her happiness. She’s with Arthur and I know he's good for her.

“Charles, are you with us?” I hear the interviewer

“Sorry, can you excuse me?” I turn towards what I believe was the dams hospitality “Arthur? Y/N?”

Hi everyone, this is my first time writing something a publishing it. So please be nice :)

Let me know if I got something wrong and let me know your opinions.

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