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[sheluvricciardo]

second chance

franco colapinto x reader

in which you give your ex franco a second chance.

a/n: this one is for @im-an-overthinker because they mentioned they like franco and i’ve been dying for requests 😩 hope you like it!!

“just come with me. it’s the first race of the season, you can’t miss it!”

clara was pleading with you, making every attempt to persuade you to join her at the first race of the formula three season. she paced anxiously as she scrambled to think of another reason for you to come, but you remained reluctant.

“i have no reason to go anymore, clara. i’m not a wag, and i don’t really want to see franco after he made up some dumb excuse to call it quits so that he can bang track bunnies all off-season.” you stood up, moving to the window to look out at the monégasque city. there was no reason to leave the comforts of home; at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

clara joined you at the window, studying the cars that passed by below the apartment.

“don’t let franco stop you from enjoying things. besides, it would be good for you to show him that you are better off without him.”

you hated that she had a point. you never only attended races for the sake of being a trophy girlfriend either — your love for the sport was true, and racing was something you had always had a passion for, even before franco.

“i hate when you’re right, you know.” you looked over at clara, who had a wide grin painted across her face as she stared back at you.

“so you’ll come?”

“only if we find a good club for the post race celebration.”

“deal.”

• • •

you decided on white pants and a brown cropped top for your appearance, a lowkey look for your first paddock walk as a single woman. stressed was an understatement that described your current mood, rushing to slip on a pair of heeled boots before running out of the hotel room to meet clara.

the drive to the track was quiet, the two of you too full of nerves to spark a conversation. you gripped the paddock pass in your hand, knuckles pale with tension as you attempted to ease your nerves. before you could gather your thoughts, the car slowed to a stop and you were forced to follow clara out of the comfort of the backseat. as expected, cameras were immediately pointed towards the two of you as you beelined towards the entry point.

“don’t even worry about them, cherie. keep on walking, you’re doing great.”

clara grabbed a hold of your hand, squeezing it reassuringly as you scanned into the paddock. looks were exchanged between you and several drivers, who simply gave you a smile. it was a smile of pity. you hated it.

“god, they think i’m pathetic,” you sighed, trying your best to keep your head up and appear unfazed.

you walked past the van amersfoort garage, your eyes instinctively wavering towards the entrance. unsurprisingly, franco stood just outside, leaned against the wall alongside reece ushijima. his eyes met yours for a moment before you flickered your gaze away, turning into the prema garage.

“y/n! you made it, i see.” arthur’s perky voice lit a smile on your face as you accepted his embrace, letting out a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around you. arthur was your best friend, and the one who introduced you to the lifesaver that was his girlfriend, clara. he knew how to light up a room, his infectious personality immediately easing your nerves.

“i did, unfortunately.” you laughed nervously, smiling as ollie bearman joined in with a welcoming hug for you and clara.

“now now, y/n. it’s always a pleasure to have you here. at least we’ve got you cheering for the right team now.” ollie joked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

arthur began to zip up his suit, and ollie mirrored his actions.

“hate to cut the sentiments short, but we’ve got a race to win. see you all on the other side,” arthur shared a kiss with clara and gave you a quick hug before running off, ollie trailing closely on his heels.

• • •

it was no surprise to see ollie on podium alongside arthur, with an impressive prema 1-2 and franco in third. you wanted to be bitter over franco’s success, but your instincts were telling you to celebrate.

the after party was at a local club, and per usual you were attached to the bar. you had no desire to dance or meet new people — in all honesty, you wanted to go back to your hotel room and hide out until your flight home. instead, you took a sip of your fourth margarita of the night.

“after the second one you’d think a margarita would get boring.”

the painfully familiar voice made your hair stand, not even having to turn to see who it was.

“i’m not surprised to hear that from you. you seem to get bored quite easily, franco.”

you set your glass down and turned to face him, his warm, brown eyes instantly melting your heart. as much as you wanted to hate him, you fell in love with every moment of eye contact you shared with him. you didn’t want to be so bitter, but he deserved it after he had left you so easily.

you threw your head back to kill the last of your margarita, grabbing your things in a rush as you prepared to leave.

“i’m actually not going to do this right now, franco. you left me so you could go hook up with your instagram models, so go have fun.” you began to head for the exit, but you could feel franco hot on your heels.

“amor, please. wait up.” he grabbed your arm, which you pulled back without hesitation.

“let me at least take you back. i don’t want you to walk alone.”

you couldn’t exactly stop him, so without protest you slipped out of the club and onto the lively streets of bahrain with your ex-boyfriend close behind.

the walk was silent, with you not in any mood to talk to franco and him respecting that for the time being. the two of you entered the hotel lobby, making a straight shot to the elevator.

“i regret breaking up with you, you know.”

franco finally spoke up as the doors to the elevator closed. bastard. it was his plan all along; wait until you were isolated to torture you with his excuses.

“i don’t want to hear it, franco.” you shut him down quickly, but he was persuasive.

“please just listen, y/n. i’m not the best at saying how i feel, and maybe that’s why i pushed you away. but i never broke up with you to be free of you. the past couple of months without you have been absolutely miserable.” franco took your hands in his, and this time you didn’t pull away. you didn’t want to.

“i’ve realised that this driving thing kind of sucks when you don’t have your number one supporter by your side.” he looked down at you, his brown eyes doing that thing that made you so helplessly in love with him. ever so slightly he pulled you in to him, until just inches of space lingered between the two of you.

“i love you, y/n. i never stopped loving you.”

reluctantly, you closed the space between the two of you, franco’s body heat warming you immediately.

“i want to believe you, really —“

“then believe me.” franco cut you off with his lips against yours, and you couldn’t help but eagerly return the kiss as the elevator slowed to a stop at your floor. you pulled away from him, stifling a grin.

“care to join me? this doesn’t mean i forgive you, by the way.”

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