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vanishingcherry · 1 year

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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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marvel-ouss · 11 months

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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.

Should I do a part two?

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starkwlkr · 11 months

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Hi, I love your writing. Could I please request an Ollie Bearman x singer!reader and people say they're too young to be together and she writes 2% by Jenna Raine about him, thank you ❤️

to be young and in love | ollie bearman

entering my using lana lyrics as titles era 😍 also this was requested before ollie turned 18 so if you’re confused as to why it says that he’s 17 that’s why <3

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olliebearman taking the missus everywhere i go ❤️ y/n.l/n

y/n.l/n love you more oliver bearman 💋

premamylove NOT THE GOVERNMENT NAME

olliebearman 🥰

jolilu you’re 17 are you sure you’re in love?

olliesbearmans_ aw 🥰

alicia567 you’re literally kids what do you know about love?

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y/n.l/n a song for the person i LOVE the most 🤍

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y/n.l/n 2%’s first performance and the muse. i love you forever oliver bearman 💋

olliebearman i love being the muse

olliebearman can any guy say they’re a muse?😌 no! I’m glad I’m yours!

lydialuisa107 lovely song! my granddaughter showed me your song and i love it! it reminds me of my husband and i when we were younger. we met when were 15 and everyone said we weren’t going to last. now we have four children and ten grandchildren! don’t listen to the mean people! 🥰❤️

y/n.l/n thank you lydia! much love to your amazing beautiful family!!🤍

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zcorners120 · 9 months

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Jealous bearman?

sure!

ollie bearman x fem!reader MASTERLIST

warnings; language

✰ a lot of silence

✰ menacing glares at the person he's jealous of

✰ pulling you aside and giving you a speech on how he feels

✰ if the person he's jealous of is a driver, he'll purposefully try to beat/embarrass them to show he's better

✰ always making it known he's not mad at you

✰ post photos of the two of you on his instagram story being really close and intimate

✰ having an arm around you in front of paparazzi and reporters

✰ "we're together, and everyone has to know it."

✰ even though he's usually such a happy and pure guy, jealousy causes him to go silent and threatening.

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lxclerc · 2 years

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢

SUMMARY: a night out reminds oscar how much he loves you REQUEST: "can you do an oscar imagine like how you did that one charles imagine where y/n got drunk thank you 🤍🤍 love your writing !!" WARNING: none, fluff PAIRING: reader x oscar piastri WORD COUNT: 741

NOTE: this isn't entirely the same as the charles fic since this turned out to be much sweeter but i hope you like it anyway, anon!

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The first thing you and Oscar did after he signed with Mclaren was scream and jump from happiness in your shared kitchen, your things still in boxes and the new apartment you’ve moved into still had no furniture.

Then Oscar decides it’s only right that the two of you go out and celebrate, insisting you wear the prettiest dress you can find in your closet. He brought you to a fancy restaurant that probably cost as much as your university tuition fee. After wining and dining, the two of you head on to the usual club you and your friends often go to.

The night was then spent dancing out of beat, your boyfriend’s arm tightly wrapped around your waist the entire time as you downed shots after shots. The night was a blur, the two of you drunk with each other as you’re both unable to keep your hands off the other.

Eventually though, you with your much lower intolerance for alcohol, is no longer able to keep up with your friends, eyes now heavy and nearly all your weight on Oscar as you lean against his chest. Your brain is no longer functioning and after nearly throwing up, Oscar decides it’s time to call it a night.

After saying his goodbyes to your group of friends, Oscar with his firm hold around your waist, leads you out of the bar.

“Can you walk, love?” He asked you as you wobbled around in your heels.

You barely manage a nod, already far too gone. “Uhh…can you call my boyfriend please?”

“Your boyfriend’s right here, baby,” he said with a chuckle, arm still wrapped around you. He’s practically carrying you as you wait for the taxi.

Your eyes narrowed as you looked around, vision hazy and head spinning. “I don’t see him anywhere.”

Oscar chuckled again as he gently cupped your jaw with his hand, turning your head lightly so you’ll be facing him. “Right here, Y/N.”

You still looked skeptical though as your hands reached up, seemingly attempting to feel his face. “You don’t look like my Oscar.”

Oscar was just about to say something else when the taxi finally stopped in front of the two of you. He gently placed you inside, making sure your seatbelt is fixed before climbing in, telling the driver your new address.

He loved saying your address out loud. The two of you have been together since boarding school and all of the dreams and hopes you talked about in the middle of the night when you were 15 were finally coming true and Oscar can’t help but feel proud that he’s able to live up to all of his promises.

The moment your ass touched the seat and the air conditioned air hit your skin, you were out like light, head falling to his shoulder as soft snores escaped you. You rarely actually snore, only when you’re tired or drunk. Anything there is to know about you, Oscar makes sure to know. Oftentimes, it feels as though he knows you better than he does himself.

The ride back to your new apartment is short with the Australian choosing not to wake you as he carried you in his arms, climbing up the stairs to your bare bedroom containing nothing but a mattress on the floor. The bed frame along with the couch would be arriving tomorrow.

He places you gently on the mattress, making sure to remove your heels and push your hair out of your face as he dug around in the bathroom for your make up remover. Gently, he placed your head on his lap as he wiped the makeup off your skin. It isn’t until he moves to unzip your dress to change you into sleeping clothes that you finally stir awake, red, tired eyes barely open.

“My boyfriend,” you mumble groggily. “My boyfriend Oscar won’t like you undressing me.”

“I am your boyfriend Oscar,” he says with a smile, trying to hold in a laugh. Pride swells in his chest at the thought that even in your most vulnerable moment, you remain loyal to him.

“Oh,” you mutter, already drifting back to sleep. “Much better then.”

This time, he does laugh as he plants a kiss on your forehead before changing you into his shirt, heart filled with unbearable affection.

You can hear it in the silence.

you can feel it on the way home.

you are in love.

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afterglowsainz · 8 days

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the tortured athletes department series

just a series based on my favorite songs from ttpd <3

fortnight | julian alvarez

the tortured poets department | soon

my boy only breaks his favorite toys | soon

down bad | soon

but daddy i love him | soon

fresh out the slammer | max verstappen

florida!!! | soon

guilty as sin? | soon

who's afraid of little old me? | soon

i can fix him (no really i can) | soon

the alchemy | soon

imgonnagetyouback | max verstappen pt.2

so high school | soon

i look in people's windows | trent alexander-arnold

the prophecy | max verstappen

#the tortured poets department #series #ttpd #taylor swift #f1 #f2 #football #f1 series #f2 series #football series #fortnight one shot #julian alvarez x reader

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lecsainz · 6 months

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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.

OUT OF MY CONTROL

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

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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violetszone · 1 year

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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 was talking 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 had a heart condition that got worse as you got older

You knew this disease had fatal consequences, Ollie knew too, but he was always trying to support you.He was trying not to let you quit, doing everything he could to discourage you if you tried to refuse a 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 digest your death, not to mention getting used to it, the shock he felt when he got the news, his heart stopped when you died.Everything started to feel very difficult, it was very difficult to live and breathe for him

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 soul mate you were his everything.For a while he was just devoted to his work and 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 hand 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 flower, just like these flowers, I wanted to give you some comforting news."

Ollie tells you what he's been up to lately, he bluntly talked about how hard it was to get over you, he said he was trying to keep his promises to you.Tears filled his eyes as he spoke, and he was struggling not to cry.He missed you so much and it made 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 give myself to work but I know I worry 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 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. Sorry I always far 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 and handing 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 is she?"A soft smile formed on Ollie's face and 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 where you go, or I will never forgive myself for leaving you alone." he put his hand on the ground in 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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vickwrites · 1 year

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dad!arthur if you have time?

have a great day :)

French baby - Arthur Leclerc

Even though it wasn't planned, Arthur was really excited to meet his baby boy. He was the light of Arthur's life, and he was definitely a daddy's boy. Sometimes you even got slightly jealous of the beautiful relationship the two had but seeing the two identical boys made your heart swell.

As soon as his son was old enough to ride a kart the whole family would go take him, Uncle Charles, Uncle Enzo, even Pierre. Arthur would even shed a tear or two seeing his little boy enjoying himself in a kart. He would be the most spoiled kid in Monaco. Arthur would spoil his son with whatever he wanted, with your approval of course.

Eventually came taking him to his father and uncle's races. With them came the surprise of your son supporting redbull much to Arthur and Charles dismay. Wanting to spend his time in the redbull garage with you since Arthur didn't want to be seen there but whatever made his son happy, also made Arthur happy.

#f1 one shot #f1 x you #f1 smut #f1 x reader #formula 1 smut #f1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc one shot #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc #f2 x reader #f3 x reader

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scuderiamh · 1 year

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WINDOWSILL || a. leclerc x reader

pairing: arthur leclerc x reader request: yes / no summary: the best friend you've been in love with since second grade shows up at your door at 3AM with pizza. word count: 1.4k warnings: talk of heartbreak and healing

a heartbreak past, a long road healing to come.

it wasn't linear. you knew that much. healing was a long, uphill battle. healing was adjusting to a drastic change and hardly knowing how. healing was leaning on the friends that have stuck by you. healing was difficult but most of all inconsistent.

some days were fine. you could work and go out and take care of yourself and your home. you'd think then you'd gotten over it, until it came down to the other days. where you could hardly will yourself to get up. where you didn't want to talk to anyone or do anything. where all you felt you had the mental energy to do was lie down and cry.

today was the latter of the two.

the breakup you’d had with your boyfriend was nearly a month ago now, but you've yet to escape the stuttering back and forth between being okay with it and not. it felt like someone was in control of a switch – one you couldn’t reach quite high enough to flip. and you were tired. every bad day felt like a thousand and you just wanted it all to stop.

now, as the sun had long since lain to rest, you sat on your windowsill watching the outside world. it was quiet, and dark. the company of the moon was one you’d always appreciated. it always made you feel comforted. but not even the moon was visible tonight and your heart felt like someone had left it out to dry and by now it has long since shriveled.

you could call a friend, but the one person in the world you wanted to talk to could’ve been asleep. and you didn't want to risk waking him up, given his hectic schedule.

another unspoken thing keeping you from reaching out was your not wanting to be a burden. as if you ever were, to him, but those were the worries you were put down by at times like these.

chin on one knee, arms hugged around a leg. you sighed heavily as you listened to the cadence of grasshoppers and distant waves, watching the occasional lone car drive past. only one thing broke this peaceful, lonely rhythm – a phone chime. a singular text.

you were tempted to ignore it. who could possibly need a reply from you this late at night? you didn’t want to talk unless it was to your best friend. but given the thought that it could be an emergency, you wouldn’t be able to wallow placidly for much longer if you hadn’t checked.

arthur: “open door, please”

you gave yourself no more than about two seconds to be confused before getting up and making your way to your front door, absolutely no hesitation in opening it. the one person you wanted to talk to.

“arthur, why are you-?”

“can i come in, please?”

there he was. standing at your doorstep despite the time of night. hair disheveled, looking like he might’ve just done some running. a large pizza box in hands, phone lying on the pizza box. looking simultaneously insane and so, so normal.

“right. okay. come in.”

you stepped aside, letting him come inside before you shut the door behind him. for a brief moment you told yourself to put up the persona and convince him you were alright, but you reminded yourself that this was arthur. you could take that mask off around him.

“what have you been doing?” he beat you to asking the questions. it’s fine, you weren’t about to interrupt.

you shifted your weight from one foot to another, considering your answer for a moment. if it were anyone else, you might've lied. “just… sitting. thinking, i guess.”

his only question was, “where?”

a frown tugged down at your lips. “um… my bedroom windowsill?”

“okay.” he answered with a small smile, one that held almost a hint of mischief. before you questioned his antics, he set down his phone on your counter, and with the pizza box, he went straight to your room. you followed without a word.

and suddenly the previously lonely windowsill containing a sad girl stuck in her mind now held a lovestruck boy and a box of pizza, with the girl of his dreams fast approaching. he’d made himself comfortable, so you followed suit. it was wordless, and a bit of a squeeze considering the size of the window, but just right. it always seemed to be with him.

him. the only man in the world who could wash away your worries, your sadness, the one who’d been there to wipe away many tears. the one who was always there. the one who showed up without being asked. the one you trusted with your life.

arthur. your arthur.

the starlight seemed to turn from gray and dull to a softer light – a change of situation seemed to change your perception of the setting right around. the sound around you turned from melancholic to hopeful. the breeze became comfortable, not taunting.

“what were you thinking about?” he asked you, retrieving a slice for you and one for himself.

you shook your head, taking a bite. “not important anymore.”

he just nodded in acknowledgement. chances are, he knew exactly what you were thinking about. but he didn’t press. he didn’t ask you out of nosiness or lack of knowledge in the first place, he simply wanted to open the door of talking about it, in the case that you wanted to. he figured you'd think you'd be burdening him if you brought it up yourself — he knew you and how your mind tended to work. as soon as you gave the indication of not wanting to pursue the topic he dropped it.

you two continued to eat in mostly silence. mentioning things about your days here and there, as if you guys didn’t talk about every detail of your days earlier. you talked just to hear eachothers voices. what the other had to say, despite hearing it before. just to talk to one another, just to soak in eachothers presence, fully. because you wanted to. you both did.

“can i ask you a question?”

arthur didn't wait a second to answer. “always. what is it?”

“why’d you come?”

he shrugged and glanced at you. “i don’t know. i was awake, i knew you would be awake, probably… and sometimes you just need nights like this, you know?”

you did know. you knew it more than ever. did he know how much you needed this? something told you he did.

pizza box empty, it was tossed into your room. you made a mental note to pick it up later. with a soft sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder. he wrapped an arm around you in response.

the touch was natural. nothing about it felt forced or out of place. it came with something you both knew – if the other asked, the touch would go further. the emotional connection was there, it always has been, but you never got physical like that with him. never spoke of that connection. let it go unaddressed. maybe out of fear of shattering your friendships, maybe it was something else. you never knew and you never asked.

but you both knew it could go there.

he could kiss you right now, sitting right by him. and you’d kiss right back, he likely knew that. but you didn't go there, neither of you did. you only enjoyed the warmth and security coming from him and he enjoyed providing that.

it was always there – the lingering love. a love never fully tapped into. a love that could be something, could go somewhere. a love almost too scary to be pursued. a beautiful type of love that broke your heart just a little, if you dared to let yourself think about.

you tried not to think about it. not usually. it's only times like now you almost, just barely, allowed yourself to indulge in those thoughts.

he wasn't just a friend and he never was. he was your best friend and your other half. has been as long as you remember. no one else was there for every celebration, every heartbreak, every achievement in the way that he was. nobody else connected with you like he did. and you were starting to believe no one ever would. you didn't want anyone to.

“hey, arthur?”

“hm?” he hummed back, rubbing little invisible patterns onto your shoulder.

“thank you for coming.”

a bit of a bewitching anguish, wasn't it? a mutual understanding of feelings unmentioned. all here on a healing windowsill.

“always.”

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vanishingcherry · 1 year

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NO ONE ELSE

pairing: ollie bearman x reader

words: 0.6k

warnings: anxiety, panic attack, attempt to break up, lots and lots of hugs

based on this request

masterlist

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You make your way past security, walking through the paddock to the Prema Team set up. You enter the garage, waving at the engineers as you walk past Ollie's car, going straight to his driver room.

It wasn't a happy visit, definitely one that neither of you would enjoy, but it was needed. You were already dreading the moment to come, but everything seemed to get ten times worse when you entered the room.

Ollie hadn't been expecting you for at least another couple hours, so the second you made eye contact with him, he broke out into a huge grin. Immediately putting his phone down, he walks over, pulling you into a huge hug.

You freeze at the contact, repeating what you had practiced in your mind like a mantra. Slowly pushing him away, you turn to look at your shoes, not wanting to see his reaction.

"Can we talk?"

When you finally look up, his face mirrors one of confusion and worry.

"Yeah, of course. What's wrong?"

Sitting down on the chair, you take a deep breathe, trying to calm the rising panic in your body.

"I think that we need to break up. It's not because of you, I promise. I just think that you're at such an important point in your career and I'm somewhat of a distraction. You deserve so much better than me, so I think it would be best if I just go and then you can find someone better." You speak fast, words mushed together in an attempt to get everything out as soon as possible.

The room stays silent. Too scared to look at Ollie, your eyes jump around the room, trying to find something other than him to focus on. A voice cuts through the air.

"No."

"What?" You ask in shock. Out of all the possible responses he could have had, this was one you hadn't prepared for.

"No. We're not breaking up, you're not leaving." His voice is confident.

"B-but thats not-"

You cut yourself off as you feel your heart thud in your chest. The blood pounding in your ears is overwhelming, and you don't even feel it when Ollie bends down and grasps your shaking hands in his own.

You didn't understand why he would just let you go, it was for his own good. It scared you, knowing that you could be the reason he fails, the reason he doesn't fulfil his dreams. You didn't want to be that person.

The next few minutes seemed to last hours and seconds at the same time. By the time you had calmed down, you found yourself being held by Ollie, holding him tight as you rest your head on his shoulder.

Through blurry eyes, you see Ollie lean back, wiping the tears off your cheeks.

"Do you want some water?" He asks softly, reaching over to grab his water bottle from the table when you nod.

You can feel him watching you with concern as you take a few small sips. Before you're able to say anything, he starts talking.

"I don't know what made you think I deserve better, love. If anything, you deserve better than me." Ollie's thumb strokes your hand, his voice soft as he makes eye contact, giving you a small smile. "We aren't breaking up okay? I want you, no one else."

"Are you sure?" You look up, frowning, voice laced with apprehension. "We haven't been dating too long, no one would think anything of it."

"Yes. I've never been more sure of anything, I promise. I don't know who or what made you think this, but we're staying together."

Ollie pulls you in once again. Wrapping his arms around your waist, you nod in his grasp, sighing in relief when you feel him close his eyes, head resting against your own.

"I promise... no one else."

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