Summary: when Y/n and mick get a lot of hate. Based on the love triangle from Olivia Rodrigo, Joshua Basset and Sabrina Carpenter
Warning: Hate
A/N really short, it is more of a blurb. I loved the idea but I don’t have a lot of time. Again what I said in the last few fics, u am working on something bigger. So if you want to see more singer!reader let me know!
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you hate your birthday, but pepe is determined to change your mind.
genre: fluff/a little angsty/comfort
pairing: reader x college!pepe marti, ft christian mansell and sebastian montoya
warnings: uhhh anxiety and such ?? idk
word count: 2.6k
author's note: just like last year, this is merely a very self-indulgent birthday gift to myself (and a bit of a late birthday gift for a friend on here who confided in me about not liking their birthday either), so sorry if you don't relate but i needed to write this for myself despite how painful it was. not happy with how it turned out but, i had to get it out of my system. <3 (also not proofread because i will freak out likely aaaaa)
this is mostly a standalone fic but ig it kinda works as college!pepe so i put that there. i got this idea at my mom's birthday back in march but never actually wrote it until this last week... also loosely based on a tiktok that really spoke to me.
also! this doesn't really work with the headcanon of pepe, seb and chris all sharing an apartment, but i wanted it this way. i also wasn't comfortable including gaby or hermes, so i used the names nora and emma for seb's and chris's respective gfs. :)
"why didn't you tell me your birthday is next week?"
the question is innocent enough, only borderline accusing, but something tightens in your stomach nonetheless. you don't look up from the pot in your hand, however, instead continuing to scrub it with your dishbrush like it's no big deal. "who told you that?"
pepe chuckles as he makes his way over to your side, leaning against the counter as he looks at you. "emma," he tells you, crossing his arms over his chest. "going to answer my question now?"
"i must've forgotten to tell you."
"oh, come on..." your boyfriend shakes his head. "is there a reason i wasn't allowed to know? did i do something? do you not trust me? am i-"
"pepe," you say, his name followed by a sigh as you look over to him in hopes of stopping his rambling. "it's nothing personal."
"what is it, then?" he presses, eyes following your hands as they begin to rinse the pot he'd cooked your pasta in just a couple hours ago. "why don't you want to tell me?"
you take a deep breath, shrugging your shoulders before turning off the tap. "i just... i'm not a big fan of my birthday."
the biggest understatement of the year.
you hate your birthday.
for a number of reasons, really. some to do with your family and childhood; many to do with your own inner thoughts and feelings.
you hate how it reminds you of every bad birthday you had as a kid. you hate how it makes you hopeful that people will remember and congratulate you, because you hate how painful it is when they don't. you hate how you always get reminded of how little people seem to care, and how they always prioritize themselves even on what's supposed to be your day.
it's too much of a mess to explain to him right now – maybe, hopefully, one day you'll have the energy and courage to go through it all.
you hadn't forgotten to tell pepe; you had just been silently hoping he wouldn't address it, and that everyone else would forget, too. but apparently, you have a snitch in your friend group. "what do you mean?" pepe asks.
"i'd much rather not celebrate it." you place the pot on the drying rack, wiping your hands on your towel hanging by the stove before turning to him. "a lot of stuff regarding my birthday just makes me really upset. if i could, i'd just... make it disappear, honestly."
your eyes flicker to the floor, fingers nervously fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. he can tell you don't want to get into it, and he won't push you. instead, he opens his arms wide, taking a step forward. you accept the offer instantly, arms wrapping around his waist as he pulls you close.
the air in your little dorm room isn't as thick as you had expected it to be when telling him all of this – but at the same time, you aren't surprised. pepe has always had a way of grounding you, making everything seem a bit easier. "i can't make it completely disappear, i think," he says, placing his chin on top of your head. "but i can pretend for you."
you hum contently, letting your eyes close for a few moments. "that would be great."
he remains quiet for a couple of seconds, but then he can't stop himself from talking again. "do you really not want anything? no party? you threw me that party for my birthday, i'd feel guilty not doing anything back."
"i did it because you had a fun time and you like those things, and because i enjoyed planning it. but i was really hoping i could skip all that," you answer, pulling away ever so slightly to look up at him with a sheepish expression. "i would honestly rather have dinner with you, emma, nora, sebas, chris... maybe get some takeout from that new indian place down the road?"
to pepe's ears, you sound more than just a tiny bit crazy – but your being so different from him is one of the things that attracted him in the first place. he nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "whatever you say, love."
"where did your girl go?" emma asks the second pepe slumps into a free seat by the cafeteria table.
your boyfriend shoots a glance over his shoulder back to the serving line before setting his plate down. "they were out of rice so she's just waiting for a new batch," he says with a shrug.
"okay then, let's be quick before she gets here," emma speaks up again. "what are we doing for her birthday? it's just a few days away, but i think we can pull something off."
"me and seb were talking about throwing her a surprise party," nora says, looking over at sebastian who's nodding excitedly.
pepe, however, lets out a dismissive sound and swats the air with his hand. "no, forget about that," he says, stuffing a spoonful of pasta into his mouth. "she doesn't want any of that."
nora snorts. "what? of course she does."
"you know, pepe," emma counters, eyebrows raised at the spaniard. "every girl will tell you that she doesn't want a surprise party. don't bother, i don't care, you don't have to do all that for me! but in reality, we're all secretly craving it."
pepe considers her words for a few moments; maybe there is some truth in them after all. maybe all you did was try to act modest, to put the idea in his head so he would make the right choice.
but you weren't the one to bring up the subject – he was. he remembers clearly how you were doing your very best to avoid talking about your birthday at all, and the memory of how tough of a subject it seemed like to you is still etched into his mind. he thinks you were so brave to confide in him like that, and so he needs to stand up for you. he can't dishonor your trust.
"trust me, guys. she really doesn't want it." he ignores the groans of the people around him, taking a few sips of his water before continuing. "can't we all just grab some dinner on saturday instead? maybe that new indian place?"
"works for me," christian joins in. "how about presents, then?"
"right, are we all buying something together, or separate gifts?" emma fills in.
pepe shakes his head yet again. "i don't think she wants that, either." his words are followed by a long silence, which makes him unable to hold back a chuckle. "just paying for the food should be enough."
nora sighs dramatically, the palms of her hands pressing into the sides of her face. "and i'm supposed to just trust you, huh?" she asks and pepe merely shrugs, focusing back on his food. "hope you're not messing with us here, marti."
"i have no idea what he said, but he usually is," your voice spreads through the group as you finally take a seat at the table. "fill me in and i'll help you decide if he's just being annoying."
"i was just telling them about what mr. peterson said yesterday," pepe says quickly. "about what he'll do to everyone who fails the exam."
you throw your head back laughing, nodding instantly. "oh my god, that was hilarious. so, it started with someone on the front row asking about..."
pepe loves birthdays. his own, too, but mostly he finds himself looking forward to his friends' birthdays and longing to celebrate the important people in his life. he loves picking out gifts, planning celebrations, and making sure everything is perfect. it just comes naturally for him to be caring and detailed in that way.
but while pepe eagerly awaits your birthday, you couldn't even come close to feeling the same way.
most years, you spend the weeks leading up to your birthday dreading it, and the day of your birthday crying, because your birthday reminds you of everything you try to forget year-round.
pepe wants to make the day perfect for you, but he also obviously doesn't want to do too much. it's a hard task, but he's set on making it work – and the first step is getting a cake.
his first thought was to get you something huge, something to properly convey what he thinks you deserve and how much he loves you. though, it didn't take long for him to realize that something like that would be way too much for you. instead, he settled on a more basic yellow cake with some kind of white coating that the lady in the bakery recommended to him, and dropped by the grocery store near campus to buy sprinkles and a bunch of candles.
the end product is a little messy, but created with so much love, and pepe knows you're going to adore it. what he doesn't know is how he managed to keep you away from his refrigerator and the surprise hiding in it all night yesterday, but it doesn't matter – all that matters is that you're currently still sleeping soundlessly in his bed, with no clue of what's going on over in the kitchen.
pepe's hands are trembling slightly as he lights up the candles; he is a little nervous, he will admit, but he's also excited at the same time. he can't wait to see the look of surprise on your face, so he hurries up and places the cake on a tray along with two cups of coffee.
he silently curses at the way his bedroom door creaks when he pushes it open with his foot, but thankfully you don't move a single muscle. he carefully scoots over to the side of the bed, sitting down next to you and balancing the tray in his lap. he reaches over with one hand to your cheek, thumb tracing along your skin, fingers settling under your jaw. "mi amor," he whispers, a soft hum leaving his lips as he watches your eyelids slowly flutter open. "happy birthday."
it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the sunshine lighting up the room, but when they do, they can't help but focus on him. the goofy grin on his lips, the messy hair, the-
the cake on his lap.
you push yourself up to sit in bed, rubbing some sleep out of your eyes. you're mistaken, surely? you're still half-asleep, you must've imagined it...
but no amount of blinking makes the cake disappear. the little flames of the candles swaying in the air, the single drop of stearic rolling down the side of a candle, the rainbow sprinkles sticking to the top and sides of the cake – it's all very real.
pepe was so sure this was the right way to go. but seeing the tears begin to seep out of the corners of his eyes makes him horrified. he messed up.
he knew the sprinkles would be too much. and that amount of candles, what was he thinking? he definitely went overboard.
"oh my god," he says, instantly placing the tray on the bedside table before scooting closer to you. "i'm so so so sorry, i thought you would like it... i don't know what i was thinking. here, let me-"
you shake your head as he begins brushing away your tears with his thumbs, and to his big surprise, you chuckle. "don't be sorry," you say, letting out another laugh when you see the confused expression on his face. "i do like it. a lot." you reach up to take his hands in yours, bringing them down to the bed and intertwining your fingers. "it's just... very emotional, for me. as you can see."
he also chuckles now, and he thinks he understands – even though seeing your happy tears is more painful than he'd expected. "okay," he says with a nod. "so..." his eyes flicker back to the cake.
"yes, please. i mean, what could be better than a sugar rush first thing in the morning?"
pepe would've been so happy to shower you with presents to express how much he loves you; it would've made him so proud to invite all your friends to a big celebration, to show you how much you mean to all of them, to change your idea of a birthday. but this – sitting together in bed, eating straight from the cake (no plates needed), pressing sugary kisses to each other's cheeks – is another form of perfect.
he just hopes you think it's perfect, too.
hearing you tell the stories of how you needed to bake the cake for yourself if you wanted one as a child, how you always made sure to buy yourself a gift because the risk that no one else would get you one was too high, and how you always needed to plan out your own parties breaks his heart – but hearing you open up like that also means the world to him. he understands that it's all buried so deep inside of you, but there's nothing he wants more than to help you heal and to prove that you can have much better and bigger birthdays than that.
but for now, a little cake in bed and a ton of kisses will have to do.
baby steps.
"chris, will you pass me the chicken korma?"
he leans over the crowded couch table and holds out the takeaway box to nora, who takes it into her hands and thanks him. "that one is really good," you tell her through your mouthful of bread, nodding to your friend.
"what's the verdict, then?" sebastian asks from his seat over on the couch. "i need a rating from the birthday girl, one to ten."
"food? ten," you say, taking a sip of your soda. "company? ten."
birthday? eleven.
the whole day has been much better than you'd expected; from your wake-up this morning, to the lunch date you shared with pepe over in town after a cute walk along the river, to having your closest friends all gathered in your living room for you. you don't even mind the way your buttcheeks are already starting to hurt after sitting on the floor for too long – you knew you should've invested in more seating for moments like these – because all of this is worth it.
"agreed," pepe chimes in from next to you. "especially about the food."
"speaking of which," says emma. "was there any bread left?"
you're quick to jump to your feet, already turning towards the kitchen. "garlic or plain?"
"ooh, garlic! thank you!"
pepe hurries off the floor right after you, making up some excuse about getting a new spoon for one of the sauces, but no one even bats an eye. you hear him enter through the door, and you smile instinctively. "how are you feeling?" he asks when he reaches your side, hand finding the small of your back as you rummage through the takeaway bag. "is this all enough?"
"it's more than enough. so much more." after pulling out the garlic naan from the bag, you reach up to the side of his face with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. "best birthday ever."
you seal your words with a feather-light kiss to his lips, and he's still smiling when you pull away. "you promise?" he asks, eyes searching through yours for any slightest hint of insincerity or uncertainty.
"i promise." another kiss, followed by a gentle hum, and he visibly relaxes. "thank you."
"no, thank you." for opening up, for letting him do all this for you. for existing. "only happy birthdays from now on, okay? i will make sure of it."
"it could never be anything other than a happy birthday with you around."
“what can I do honey? i feel like the colour blue”
wc!: 3.5k words + smau insta post (i just can’t write small fics im sorry 😔)
pepe martí x fem!reader
type: angst + fluff ending
warnings: mentions of barfing (not in detail), swearing, angsty, jumping out of a window (jokingly), embarrassing reader 😓 if there are anymore let me know!
summary: you and pepe have the cute teenage love most people would be jealous of, but with the two of you busy with your own things is it as perfect as it may seem?
requested by @cwafffle 💖
a/n: thank you so much for requesting this! I had an absolute blast writing it, i’ve never written something so intense lol anyways enjoy, I hope it’s as good as you hoped!
Love isn’t perfect, it’s something everybody knows. So surely loving someone should be worth hurting this much for . . . right?
Your relationship with Pepe used to be perfect, everything you’d dreamt of and more.
It wasn’t always like this, the hurting and the endless waiting for one another to meet the other half way. Although it may seem like a century ago, you and Pepe were once happy. Dating him was like a dream you never wanted to come out of. Pepe was your first ever boyfriend, the two of you attended the same high school in Barcelona where he was in your classes. Initially you never paid attention to him much, sitting on the other side of the classroom near the window.
But he took the crown whenever it came to popularity contests, he always had a bunch of people - mostly girls, following him around and by the looks of it he enjoyed it. Everyone knew how impressive he was at karting, by the time you were both 15 he was up and ready to make his debut in Formula 4.
The first time he ever spoke to you was when you were both appointed partners for a science project. “You’re Y/N, right?” a voice asked, sending your train of thoughts spiralling as you looked up from your textbook. Pepe stood next to you, peering down at you, eyebrows raised. You sent him a brief nod, “Yep.” you said awkwardly as he took a seat next to you. The two of you sat in silence as the teacher called out other students’ names. Slowly, you turned your head to look at the boy who was sitting beside you. You’d heard all sorts of things about the famous star of your school, Pepe Marti but you’d never thought you’d be partnered up to do a project of all things. His hair was jet black and . . . he had pretty eyes and-
Pepe must’ve sensed you staring at him because he met your gaze, “You okay. . .?” he asked. Your cheeks immediately flushed red as you cleared your throat, “Of course, I was just uh . . . looking at the plant behind you?” you stated, looking for the closest thing in your view. You could’ve died right there on the spot as Pepe turned to look at the plant you’d pointed out. It was half dead and withering brown.
He slowly turned back around, nodding slowly, “Um, okay.” he chuckled nervously. You would’ve jumped out of the window if you weren’t in class, he probably thought you were a weirdo now. You nodded along, playing it off very awkwardly. You cleared your throat, “Anyways, my place or yours?” you blurted out, your face twisting into horror as you realised what you’d asked, immediately wanting to dig a grave and jump in. It sounded so bad without context.
“What?” he asked, eyebrows raised in concern. “No wait. What I meant to ask was, do you want to do the project at my house or yours?” you could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up to your cheeks. You just KNEW your face was tomato red as Pepe slowly nodded, “Oh. I don’t mind.”
You winced, as you turned to look out the window, almost wanting to cry of embarrassment. You turned back to Pepe, a forced smile plastered on your face. “Is my house okay then?” you asked, relief washing over you as you finally said something that made sense without embarrassing yourself. He nodded as the bell rang, signalling lunch time, he stood up sending you a brief smile. “See you this afternoon then.”
Surprisingly, when Pepe came over that afternoon to begin the project you managed to keep your cool. Turned out that he was pretty chill and a funny guy, the two of you began to crack jokes and it was like you both clicked. After that, people at school would stare at you as you both would be on the verge of tears from laughing, both lost in your own little world. You learned all about his racing career and his family. As the closer the two of you got, it finally felt like you’d found someone who understood you.
Pepe was by far the kindest and funniest guy you’d ever met and to be fair you’d never really been rather good with boys, but he made being his friend like the easiest thing in the world. You began to feel light and your stomach fluttery whenever you were around him, then it hit you like a whirlwind, you liked him.
It wasn’t uncommon for you to be swept off your feet like that, hell someone could open a door for you and you’d be thinking about it for months. But with Pepe it was different, it felt different. And you couldn’t help but wonder if he liked you the same way.
It was a peaceful November afternoon when Pepe invited you out on a walk, going on walks together wasn’t uncommon for the two of you. He’d just finished his first season of Formula 4 and he couldn’t have been in higher spirits. It hadn’t been a total bust and that’s all he could’ve asked for. There was just one more thing he had to do to seal the deal.
The two of you walked silently through the park, admiring the beautiful colours of the autumn leaves that slowly fell and twirled in the gentle wind. You looked over at Pepe who was staring at his feet as if he was nervous.
“You okay?” you asked, slightly concerned with your friend’s silence since he’d picked you up from your house. He nodded but didn’t meet your eyes so the two of you slowly walked in silence. It was getting weird, the silence, usually Pepe was the one who led the entire conversation, sometimes with even the most randomest things.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Nothing bad happened, right?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Pepe stopped in his tracks and turned to you with an unreadable expression, he was making you nervous. He took a deep breath in as he locked eyes with you, “I like you.”
“I mean we’ve been friends for a while. I think it would be weird if you didn’t like me.” you chuckled but you paused when you saw his expression. OH. OHHHHH.
You felt like slapping yourself in the face, he didn’t mean it like that. He meant it in the way you’ve always wanted him to. Pepe liked you. It hadn’t fully sunk in but you felt like you’d been given laughing gas as you began to laugh uncontrollably much to Pepe’s surprise. This was definitely not going the way he thought it would as you gasped for air, holding onto him for support.
“You are really the weirdest person I know.” he murmured as you regained your composure. You smiled at him teasingly as you wiggled your eyebrows, nudging him playfully.
“But you like me.”
“I’m starting to regret telling you.” he grumbled as he folded his arms across his chest. You smiled at him, it felt like you were in a dream. If it was, you never wanted to be woken up again.
“It’s okay, I like you too.” you replied as you continued walking, leaving a wide-eyed Pepe gaping. He ran to catch up with you, “Wait, are you serious?” he asked, a giant grin on his face.
“Of course, I’m always serious.” you replied earnestly as you admired his dimples that stuck out with his smile. You were playing it cool but inside of you it felt as if you’d gotten struck by Cupid’s arrow, you couldn’t help but have a grin on your face.
“I think this is the part where you ask me out.” you whispered to him, he nodded playing along. “Oh right.” he cleared his throat before taking your hands in his, his gentle touch making your heart flutter as he looked into your eyes.
“Will you, Y/N Y/L/N, go on a date with me?”
You couldn’t help but engulf him in a giant hug, “Of course I will.” you whispered in his ear as he held you. If only you could’ve seen how giant his smile was.
The next few months after that were absolute blissful perfection. Being Pepe’s girlfriend was everything you’d ever dreamt of and more. He was a gentleman through and through. The first ever date he took you on was to a giant amusement park not too far from his house. The day ended with you puking a couple of times after going on the rides but nonetheless it was perfect. The two of you bought popcorn and walked up a hill to watch the sunset. That was when Pepe took you by surprise and kissed you, it wasn’t forced nor rushed it was everything you’d ever wanted.
Pepe soon moved up to Formula 3, his first year brought a lot of challenges and unfortunately wasn’t his greatest year. But you were there to comfort him everytime he wasn’t able to get as far as he thought he would. The second year was a huge improvement though with him winning two sprint races, one in Bahrain and the other in Monaco. Then came his first feature race win in his own country, he felt like he was finally flying.
As you continued in school, the time you both spent together became harder and harder to manage. It was just natural, when Pepe got into Formula 2 his career demanded that he fly further away and more often. You were occupied with your own things, you were studying International Relations and working on the side. Calls and facetiming became less frequent, neither having the time anymore. You selfishly wished Pepe didn’t have to be so far away, that he could be closer to home, closer to you.
But it wasn’t something you could control, you wished you could’ve just ignored how bad it was getting. That you could’ve told yourself it was fine and moved on, but it wasn't fine. You felt alone, and you shouldn’t be feeling that when you’re in a relationship, it didn’t take a genius to understand that. Pepe barely came home anymore, you always slept alone, you always watched movies alone, you always went on walks alone. Things you knew you should’ve been doing with Pepe, but the truth was that he was a million miles away. You knew you could never ask him to leave something he loved so dearly, you just wished that you were a priority in his life. To be the only thing he thought about, to be the thing that brought him home every week.
But the truth?
You’d never be a priority in his life as long as racing was in it. How you wished that you could be okay with his absence, okay with the fact that it felt like you weren’t even in a relationship anymore. You thought the two of you would be able to figure it out, that it would naturally fix itself but that just wasn’t how relationships worked. The thing about relationships?
That no matter how much you can ignore the cracks in your relationship, you’re both going to fall in, no matter what.
It had been a rough couple of months for you especially with Pepe flying all around the world for his next race. He’d texted- not called, you the night before letting you know that he’d be coming home this weekend for the first time in what felt like forever. You told him that you could pick him up from the airport but he insisted that you’d be too tired to, so you told him you’d wait for him at home.
Rain gently pattered against the windows of your apartment that was dimly lit by the lamps in your living room. You were on your computer working on your latest assignment, something you were finding trouble focusing on, all the words seemed to jumble up like they’d been barfed all over your screen. You knew what was distracting you, it was the fact that Pepe was coming home tonight, that you were going to do something you’d never thought you would in a million years. You were going to break up with him.
Just the thought made you sick to your stomach. There was a soft jangle of keys in the front door that made you look up. Pepe walked through the door but he was a couple months too late in your mind. He met your eyes and smiled, “Hola, hermosa.” (Hey gorgeous)
You hated the way he thought that everything was okay, almost like he hadn’t missed you as much as you’d missed him. “Hi.” is all you said in a flat tone. You remained seated on the couch, no more giant hugs or smothering him in kisses, only silence. You looked back at your computer that was still on and shut it. Pepe could sense something was wrong, that you were unhappy, unhappy with him.
“Everything okay. . .?” he asked gently as he set down his bags on the counter top. You stood up, “Are you seriously asking me that?”
Anger began to rise inside of you, you wanted him to know, to understand how much you were hurting, how much you were suffering alone in this relationship.
“I’m always serious, princesa.” (princess) he joked but his smile fell when he saw that you weren’t smiling with him.
“Don’t, don’t do that, you can’t just charm your way out of this.” you told him, “You can’t just pretend like everything’s okay.”
“I’m not, just tell me what’s wrong.” Pepe said defensively. You sighed, “You really don’t know what’s wrong, do you?” you asked him.
“Stop acting like I’m dumb or something, just tell me.” he persisted. You scoffed, pulling away from him as he reached out for you. The hurt in his eyes made you want to run out the front door and never look back.
“You’re never around anymore, you’re so busy with your racing that you barely come home anymore. It’s as if you don’t even live here anymore, we don’t call anymore when you’re away. You leave me here all alone by myself and expect everything to be fine, well guess what? It’s not.” you blurted out everything you’d been keeping in the last few months.
“Oh so it’s all my fault then?” Pepe asked, shaking his head as if disappointed. You took a deep breath in to steady your anger.
“I didn’t say it was all your fault.” you shot back angrily, folding your arms across your chest defensively.
“Yeah well it sure seems like that’s what you’re implying.” he scoffed, oh you just could’ve strangled him. How could he be like this?
“I wasn’t implying anything, I’m just telling you how I feel, but clearly you don’t care at all.” you raised your voice, your hands were already shaking.
“Don’t do that, Y/N.” Pepe warned but you were already too far gone.
“Do what?” you asked, “Do what, huh? This is all your fault, you were right.”
“Well maybe if being my girlfriend is too hard for you then you shouldn’t be it anymore.” Pepe shot back angrily. There was a long moment of silence as the words did their damage. No matter how much he wished he could’ve taken the words back and apologised instead, he couldn’t.
“Y/N, I-”
“You’re so fucking selfish, I wish, I wish that you cared more. That you actually cared about me enough to fix this. I wish that you loved me as much as I love you. . . but you don’t. I want to break up.” you told him, hot tears rolling down your cheeks.
“What?”
You took a deep breath in, “I want to break up.” you repeated. Words couldn’t explain how hurt Pepe looked as you told him that, you felt awful like your heart had been ripped out of you. But deep down you knew this had to happen, love wasn’t supposed to hurt this much. Love shouldn’t be one suffering whilst the other thrives. For once, you were going to put yourself and your feelings first no matter how much you knew it was going to hurt Pepe.
3 MONTHS LATER
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bestie1: ❤️
user1: y/n’s first post without pepe i think i might die 😭
user2: sigh my favourite f2 couple
user3: i’m a child of divorce 😔
user4: ya’ll im confused what happened between y/n and pepe?
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user5: i heard it was bad 😬
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user6: they broke up bc of the long distance and some other stuff
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user4: oh damn, i thought they were going to last
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user6: didn’t we all
user7: i don’t think i’ll ever get used to seeing pepe without y/n
user8: they were the perfect couple, i mean high school sweethearts are u joking
user9: literally crying. it’s the onions its the onions
user10: goodbye i’m going to go jump off a cliff now
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3 was beginning to be an unlucky number for you, 3 letters in bad, 3 months without Pepe and somehow you still felt as shitty as you did when you broke up with him. He constantly occupied your mind, it felt like a giant chunk of your heart had been taken from you. You wished you could just move on from him, be okay and come to terms with the fact that you were no longer together. But some part of you refused to accept it.
It didn’t help that every instagram post you put up got flooded with comments, both good and bad, mostly wondering why you and Pepe had broken up. It wasn’t any help at all, all of it just a torturing reminder of what you’d lost that night.
God, you missed him. You missed the cute spanish nicknames he’d call you, you missed his touch, you missed when he would drop you off at university everyday and pick you up when the day had ended. But most of all you missed how he made you feel, feel like you mattered.
You were walking home, the spring offering nothing except bad hayfever in your case. The day was finished and another exhausting day of uni was over. You climbed the stairs up to your apartment, when you and Pepe had broken up he was the one who moved out.
You unlocked the front door and let it swing open, greeted with nothing but silence. The apartment seemed so empty, so dead now that Pepe was gone. You wish you could hate him more, blame him for everything but that wasn’t right because you knew you were just as at fault as he was.
You placed your bag down on the kitchen bench and slumped down on the couch, groaning loudly as the doorbell rang. Who on earth would be at the door? You wondered as you got up, you weren’t expecting anyone, none of your friends had made any plans.
You opened the door, half expecting it to be your friend but you were rendered silent as Pepe stood in the hallway. The air in your throat got sucked out as you stared at him, you couldn't fight the fact that you wanted to kiss him right there and then. Apologise over and over again, because the truth was that you wanted him back.
“Hi.” you finally said, as you looked up at him.
“Hi.” he breathed as if he was out of breath, did he run up the stairs?
“I ran up the stairs, that’s why I’m puffed.” he explained, you nodded slowly unsure what to do with that information.
“But I’m here to. . . to say sorry,” he admitted, “I said awful things to you that night and you were right, as usual. I didn’t see how badly I was breaking us apart, it was selfish and I should have never let you walk away. Because fuck without you I don’t know who I am. If I could take back what I said I would, but I can’t so I’m here trying to do the next best thing and apologise. I don’t expect you to forgive me so easily because I wouldn’t either but just know that if you let me I will do everything to make up for the lost time and everything I wrecked.”
You stood in silence, fighting the urge to pull him by the collar and kiss him. And well, that’s exactly what you did. Lips on his, you kissed him, making up for all the lost time you’d been without him, it wasn’t perfect but it was a start.
“You’re crazy.” you murmured against his lips as you pulled away, pulling him into a hug. As he held you it felt right, it felt like home.
“Crazy for you, baby.” he grinned, and it was true.
Fin ~
a/n: I hope you enjoyed! have an amazing day xoxo santanasaintmendes
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.
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.
thank you so much anon for sending in the request! and this is my first ever request + angst, so, feel free to give me any feedback and hope you enjoy!
It’s been a couple months
That’s just about enough time
For me to stop crying when i look at all the pictures
It’s been two months since Ollie ended his relationship with you. The two years you spent with each other, it just end like that one night. “I want to focus on my formula 2 career,” he had said when he explained why he wanted to end things.
It should have been easy for Ollie to move on from you right? Afterall, he’s the one who end things between the two of you. But, why is it taking everything in him to hold himself from calling you after every race? Just how it once was.
It’s late, I hear the door
Bell ringing and it’s pouring
I open that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance
You just wanna talk and
I can’t turn away a wet dog
You remember the first time you saw Ollie again after things ended between the two of you. It was a rainy night, you were sitting in your apartment, reading a book with music softly playing on the background. It was 1 am when suddenly your doorbell rings. Once, you ignore it, twice, you got confused, and thrice when you finally decide to check on it.
It was Ollie who came to you. He was all wet from the rain and his brown eyes are red from crying it seems. It hurts you when you saw him like this, his curly hair all messed up adn wet, his smile you used to love all gone from his face. But you knew that he also hurt you. You remember how you cried for so many nights when it happened. You remember your friends trying to get you out of bed and entertain you because of him. But still, you can’t help but feel your heart ache when you saw him like that, standing at your doorway.
“I need to talk to you,” he said after you asked him what he’s doing late at night coming to your apartment.
And who are you to turn him away?
But please don’t ruin this for me
Please don’t make it harder than it already is
I’m trying to get over this
That night, you talked like how you used to. He told you everything about formula 2, and you told him everything about your college life. He also told you how things are, how none of it was going as how he wanted. How he can’t concentrate without you, waiting for him in the garage, like how it used to be.
You wanted to hug him then and there, you want to kiss him and said that everything is going to be okay. But you knew that you should never do that. You knew that you can’t go back to him after everything that happened. “Please don’t say that,” you said instead. “You knew it won’t work out. You knew we, won’t work Ollie.” You said trying to hold back your tears.
That night, Ollie left your apartment, leaving with two broken hearts.
I wish you would stay in my memories
But you show up today, just to ruin things
I wanna put you in the past ‘cause I’m traumatized
Ollie knew deep down, that things won’t return as how it was before. He knew that he had ruin everything he used to have with you. But still, he can’t help it when he still remember your smile, when he still remember your laugh, how safe he feels whenever you hugged him. And tonight, he couldn’t hold himself from calling you. He missed you too much, he just want to hear your voice.
Ollie needs you in his life, you’re the one who keep him sane from all the crazy things happening in his world. You are the one who keep him safe from the outside world. But he ruined it, and he relized it when it was already far too late.
“I’m sorry, please give me another chance,” he said everytime he called you. He still called you after every race, and how thankful he is because you still pick up his call and comfort him after all he did to you. But tonight is different, and he could sense it the second you pick up his call.
“Please stop Ollie,” you said. And Ollie knew what you meant. He knew that this moment will come and he dreads it, he wants to stop the time and prevent this moment from coming. “Please stop calling me. Please stop ruining things for me.” You said before ending the call.
And it was the last time you picked up his call.
I promise that the ending always stay the same
So there’s no good reasoning in make believing that we could ever exist again
Maybe you’re way too harsh and cruel to Ollie. And it’s taking everything in not to call him and take back what you said. It took everything in you not to pick up his call. After what you said that night, he still tries to call you after every race, leaving voicemails for you because you wouldn’t pick up.
You couldn’t count how many times you fell asleep while his voicemail was playing on your phone. Even after all the heartbreaks he gave you, he still managed to give you a little bit of comfort you knew all too well.
But you knew you will never getting back to him. You knew that nothing can ever happen again between you and Ollie, no matter how much you want to. You knew that there is not good in believing you two could ever exist again.
I can’t be your friend, can’t be your lover
Can’t be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love
With somebody other than me
Six months. It has been six months since things ended between Ollie and you. Another six months was the time it took you to finally open up your heart again. Another six months was the time it took Ollie to finally see you again in person. It was right before a race when he saw you in the paddock, talking with another guy.
It was right after the race when he found out that you have found someone else. “What are you doing here?” he asked you when you came to him. He had DNF in the race, and all he wanted right now was to hug you and ask you to comfort him, to tell him that everything is fine and you will always be there right next to him.
But instead, what he got was a broken heart. “I came with my boyfriend, he’s a huge formula 1 fan,” you said while looking back at the guy you had talked before with a huge smile on your face.
How his world crumbled when he heard you, when he saw you smiled so brightly at a guy that was not him. He never seen you looked so happy before.
How he wants to scream at anyone, at you, at your boyfriend, when he realized that there’s no chance left for him in getting you back into his life.
“Congrats.” He said with a bitter smile, before he turned away from you and walked away from you. That moment, he walked away from you and your life. Because it would be the last time he talked to you.
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is it too early to ask for a fic abt imola's sprint race and how upset and angry paul was after the race ...
idk if this is what u wanted but i just felt like writing this. hope u like it <3 (still very much not over what happened)
four podiums in four rounds.
a consistent result like that should make any f2 driver satisfied.
should.
consistency is key, as you've seen so often in formula racing, but how can you tell that to someone who was just closer than ever to getting his maiden win in formula two?
to say that paul was a wreck after the race is an understatement. he refused to talk to you or any of his staff members – he even refused to talk to ralf, which was more worrisome than everything else. though, it didn't take you long to realize that he just needed to cool off on his own, just get some time to breathe in peace. so when he went back to your shared hotel room, you decided to stay at the track a little to watch the f1 qualifying, just so paul could have his much-needed alone time.
when you finally step into your hotel room hours later, after having gotten stuck in several tailbacks on your way back from the track, paul isn't resting on the bed like you thought he would be. he doesn't answer when you call out his name either, which really gets your heartbeat going.
you find him in the bathroom when you peek into it, his body submerged in the bathtub filled to the brim with foam and seemingly steaming water. you're not sure if he's even heard you come in because he doesn't move a single muscle nor open his eyes. he slowly looks up at you when you say his name again, though, eyes holding so much pain that the knot in your stomach grows even tighter. you have to do something, anything, to break him out of this cycle.
"can i join?"
it takes a second for him to react, but then he nods, and you step into the room. you slip out of the cute summery dress you've worn all day, removing all of your last clothing items aswell as your jewelry before moving towards him. the bathtub is tiny, nowhere near than ones you've shared before in luxury hotel rooms around the world. there's barely any space left for you to slip in, but you make it work.
the second your back meets his chest, his strong arms wrap around you and a content sigh leaves his mouth. neither of you care about the water flowing past the edge as you shuffle into his embrace; a wet floor is a problem for later. the bath soap he's used smells lovely, a mix of vanilla and rose meeting your nose and making you forget about how the water is burning your skin already. paul doesn't say anything, although he rests the side of his head against yours, warm breaths tickling the skin of your neck.
you take the opportunity to speak when you're met with it. you can't just let it go on like this all night. "do you... want to talk about it?" you ask, voice low as if not to scare him. as if the mere thought of the race is enough to scare him.
he lets out a hum. "no."
you pause for a few moments, considering the idea of just letting go of the topic. you decide that you can't. "can i talk about it, then?"
"i can't stop you, can i?"
you lift one of his hands from your waist, letting your pointer finger trace along his own fingers. they're pruney and soft, revealing how long he must've been in the bath already, while the calluses along the upper part of his palm from endless hours of racing and weightlifting stay hardened. you slot your fingers in between his, wrapping your other hand around the back of his hand too.
"no matter if you like to hear it or not," you begin. "you did well. that was an amazing race."
"but-"
a dismissive sound bubbles from your throat to cut him off. "no buts. it could've just as well gone your way today." you shift in his hold and turn your head so that you can look into his pretty blue eyes, and he already looks much calmer than before. "it's okay to fall apart, but we're building you up stronger for tomorrow. okay?"
his breath rises with his deep breath, and he soon nods. you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek, and then you can't help but to give him another one. and another. and one to the tip of his nose, one to his forehead, one to that spot right by his temple that he loves so much.
finally he smiles, and he looks almost relieved to do it; like it's been ages since he had something to be happy about. he even lets out a small laugh when you keep up with your pecks, and he has to place a hand on your cheek to halt your actions.
he guides you forward, slotting your lips against his, before letting his hand glide to the back of your neck to keep you close.
hopefully you've actually gotten through to him. in the world of f2, every setback feels like tall mountain you have to climb; losing a race lead is like reaching the summit only to slip right back down again. it sounds like an impossible task, and if it were up to you, you would tell him to save himself the heartbreak and get an easier job. but racing is what he loves.
and together, you make it work.
no matter if it's about fitting into a small bath or coming back better the next day.
Hey, I can't find if your requests are open (if they aren't please ignore this). Can you do an arthur leclerc x fem!driver!reader where she gets into f1 and he doesn't (angst!!) and she comforts him?
Unfair
First ending
Face claim: Pinterest girls/Barbara Palvin/Bianca Bustamante + other women in motorsport.
(That I use these people doesn’t mean that I know or support them, I just use them because Barbara has a lot of good pictures in the spoor and Bianca has good pictures in the car and on the podium)
Summary: The request
Word count: 2549
Warning: Angst, lying(?), happy ending, fluff at the end
A/N: this took a bit to write but u really like it. It is a bit different then the request (a bit more Angsty) but I think it is my best yet (which isn’t hard with this being my 3rd fic). I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to like/comment/repost and please give me feedback🫶🫶 Btw sorry for the long wait.
The other ending will be posted soon!
Also I hope you like the graphics, it took literally hours to make😭😭
They both knew that this could happen. That was the risk with dating your coworker in a motorsport. And especially formula 2.
So when y/n heard that next season she would drive in formula 1 with Porsche, she was really excited. Of course she was. She was going to be the first Women in a few decades to drive in Formula 1. And for a relatively new but very good team. With Porsche being in F1 since the 2019 seasons it was the newest, but unlike HAAS they were actually good.
And she was happy that she got a contract. She would drive a few of the best names of motorstoprt. And her team printable, Sebastian Vettel had promised her big things.
But when she actually thought about what this all meant she begun to get scared. She would need to tell Arthur. Arthur who always wanted to be in Formula 1. Arthur who is her best friend and her boyfriend.
How could she tell him? How could she tell him that she would get to live their dream? How could she tell him that he would drive alongside his brother before him?
This was all a mess. And the worst part was that she sined a NDA so she couldn’t tell him until the announcement was up. The only people that currently knew where; her family, her trainer and her manager.
She tried to do everything she could so she can tell him. But she just couldn’t, so she needs to live with a big secret for a few months. And when it is announced that she would go to Formula 1 she doesn’t know is he will ever forgive her.
And not only because she didn’t tell him and they promised they would tell each other everything. No but because they promised to get there together, to both get into F1. And now, Y/n would get to drive there and Arthur would be left behind in F2.
So she would need to live a secret until it was revealed to the world. The only thing she could get out of the contact is that she could tell Arthur a day before the announcement. Which she still wasn’t happy about but it was something. So when the time came to finally tell him she was a nervous wreck. Understandable.
The day before the announcement finally came. And Y/n was really nervous. So when Arthur finally came home she made some of his favourite food and got mentally ready to tell him.
And to say Arthur was confused was an understatement. He came home to his girlfriend cooking his favourite food and looking very nervous. So of course he was worried. Would she brake up with him? Dis something happen? But he wanted to wait for her to say something. And that happens after they were done doing the dishes and were laying in the couch.
“Hey Arthur can we talk?” Y/n nervously while playing with her fingers and not really looking at Arthur.
“Yes mon ange what is wrong?” Arthur asked relieved that she will finally talk about what is wrong. He tried to look at her but couldn’t lock eyes.
“Promise me you will hear me out before you react of get mad.” She said while finally looking in his eyes. But they aren’t filled with the usual adoration or love, no the where filled with nerves and a bit of fear.
“Of course mon ange. What is going on?” He asked growing more and more worried. While trying to grapple with his hand. And failing.
“So you know that PREMA is dropping me right? Well when it was announced some people reached out to me and offers me something…” she slowly said while looking at him for his reaction.
“Well one of those people was Sebastian Vettel and he offered me a place on Porche in Formula 1. And as you can understand I couldn’t refuse, so we got talking and they gave me an amazing offer.” She said while looking at his reaction. Which wasn’t the best, it got from worry to confusion to some sort of mild anger.
“So last August he gave me a contract and I signed it…” she said falling a bit silent at the end. And before Arthur could talk she began again.
“And I really wanted to tell you before, really. But they made me sign a NDA and I could only tell my manager and close family and some of the other team for legal reasons. And I tried everything, and initially I could not tell you until the announcement but I made a deal and I could tell you the day before. And now that is, so today is the day before. And again I am so sorry. Please don’t be mad.” She ranted while tears formed in his eyes while seeing him become more and more mad.
“Y/n… what? Is this some sick joke?” He asked while slowly fake laughing and looking at her with betrayal in his eyes.
“Baby please understand that I could not tell you.” She said slowly looking away.
“Don’t baby me! I know you couldn’t tell me after the contract, but you could tell me that you had an offer! And how could you take it? You know how much I want to get into F1?” He asked with betrayal in his voice.
“What was I supposed to do? Not take the offer and never get in Formula 1 just so you could have it or that we could go at the same time? And I could not tell you about the offer because I didn’t even know until I talked with Sebastian, my manager hid it from me because he didn’t want to get my hopes up!” She said now with tears going down her cheeks.
“I understand that but please! Did you even think about me?” He asked a bit louder.
“Of course I did! I just told you! I wanted to tell you the minute I got the offer! But I couldn’t because of that stupid team! I wanted to you to have a seat for F1! For whatever team, but I can’t! If I can I would give you my seat! But Arthur you need to understand that I need to think of myself sometimes! This a big deal for me! I will be the first women in Formula 1 in a few decades, and I will be the first women to be in the middle or upper field! I could be the first to be in a podium of even win!” She said now almost fully crying.
Arthur was silent for a bit while thinking about what she said. “Y/n i know all that. But you also need to understand that it is hard for me. Charles is in F1, Ferrarie dropped me, Jules and my dad died and wanted me and Charlie to drive, and now my girlfriend, who is also my childhood best friend, lied to me for months and you expect me to be okay with it? Merde Y/n you can’t expect this from me. I think I need some time alone.” He said trying to stay calm with tears in his eyes.
Y/n looked at his shocked about what he said. Did he want to break up? Did he want a part time break? Was he going to leave? She knows that she can’t hold him accountable for it, she did lie to him after all.
“Arthur please. I understand what you say. And I don’t hold you accountable for that, but please don’t leave.” She said now with them both full on crying.
“Mon amour, I won’t leave you, I am just going to go to my mom for a bit. Think about everything and then we can talk about this in a few days.” He said while wiping her tears away.
He slowly stood up and walked to there room to grab a few of his things. She still sat on the couch thinking if she should stop him or just let him go.
She decided on the later one, because it was better to give him time to think about it before things were said that they don’t mean.
A few minutes later Arthur came downstairs with a bag of his stuff. He grabbed his coat and keys and looked at Y/n again. “I will message you when I am there. Please understand that I still love you and I am not breaking up, but I just need some time.” He says with a half smile.
“I understand, please take all the time you need. And when you are ready to talk I am here.” She said while also half smiling with more tears forming in her eyes. “I love you, please be safe”
“I will” he says while walking out of the door and closing it. Y/n slowly slid down the wall with her head in her hands thinking everything over again.
Was this the right thing? Was she selfish for accepting the offer? Would she lose Arthur? Were they ever going to recover?
With all this on het mind she slowly stood up and walked upstairs. She got into the bathroom and did her night routine. After that she looked at the time and saw how early it still was so she decided to just watch some Gilmore Girls (you can chose whatever this is just my comfort series) while laying in bed trying to distract her from the argument they had earlier.
After watching it for a few hours she decided that it was getting late and decided to sleep and see what the day would bring tomorrow. The day that it would be announced.
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F1 BREAKING: Y/n y/l/n will be driving for Porsche the 2025 season!
We all welcome her to the grid and are excited to see her!
#y/n_y/l/n #Porsche #F1 @Y/n_y/l/n @Porsche
Comments
User1 OMG I AM SO EXITED
User2 so happy to see she got a seat after PREMA dropped her
Susie_Wolff So happy for you! I am happy to see more girls in Formula 1
Yourusername Thank you Susie! Exited to see you again!
Yourusername I am so happy and thankful for this opportunity!
User3 we got a women in f1 before gta 6
User4 So exited for more women in motorsports!
User5 women shouldn’t be in motorsports! It is a man dominated sport for a reason!
User6 why is Arthur not simping over his girlfriend like usual?!
User7 he could just be congratulating het irl don’t make a big deal out of this
User8 I agree with user7, just because he isn’t in the comments on a insta post doesn’t mean something happened. We shouldn’t speculate on there lives with absolutely no information about them at the moment.
After the announcement was finally up Y/n felt worst then the slash before. Her and Arthur still hadn’t talked. And it welt like weeks (it was only 10 hours). She missed him, missed his laugh, his boyish smile, their useless conversation for hours, his kisses and hugs. Everything.
So when she finally got a massage from him she was happy to say the least.
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See you then*
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For the next part there is a bit of explaining necessary. You can: keep reading this and then you have how the request is (with a fluffy ending and comforting) OR you can klick in the link and that will take you to the alternative ending (you will need to scroll down again until this part and then you have the Angsty ending)
Angsty ending
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After a few more massages back and forth they decided to meet up at their house instead of the cafe. So when the next day came she waited for Arthur to come back.
After a few hours of watching Gilmore Girls she heard the front door open. She paused the show and stood up from her bed, she walked downstairs and came face to face with Arthur.
“Hey” she said a bit awkwardly. She looked in his eyes and saw that he looked very tired and had red eyes. He had probably cried, the same with her.
“Hey, how are you?” He asked with a tired and raspy voice and the French accent.
“I’m doing okay. Want something to drink?” She asked trying to fill the awkward silence.
“No I’m fine. Could we just talk? I think it is the best if we just get it over.” He said trying to get to the point as fast as he can so they could make up again. He had missed her a lot, while he was at his maman she had given his a long and good scolding for leaving her and not listening her out. He realised that it was indeed a bad choice to leave her, he was just angry and upset so he did the only rational thing in his mind.
“Yeah of course.” She said while slowly walking to the living room. She looked back at him to see if he followed her and he did. She walked to the couch and sat on one end of it, wanting him to decide if he wants to sit next to her or far away from her.
He sat next to her.
“Okay so first of I want to say I am so sorry that I left, I know it was the wrong thing to do. But I was just angry, confused and upset with everything and then I said stuff and you said stuff and I just couldn’t anymore. But now I am ready to hear you out.” He said tampering a bit while fiddling with his hands.
“I understand that and it is completely okay, again I am really sorry I didn’t tell you but I can explain it to you.” She said while looking in his eyes.
“Okay so as I said; Kate, my manager, got a lot of offers from teams after my contract with PREMA expired, but she didn’t want to get my hopes up so she told me nothing. I only knew about it when she set up a meeting with Sebastian, we talked and he had a really good offer. A long contract, good money, good car and a good team. So I couldn’t say no. But then it came to PR and telling people, I asked who u could tell and I could only tell my team and my parents, I couldn’t even tell my siblings or friends. I asked if I could tell you but I couldn’t, they wanted to keep it low-key so that it would be a big surprise. The only thing I fixed is that I could tell you the day before. So I did and you know how that turned out. I really wanted to tell you but I also needed to sign a NDA so I couldn’t tell you about the contract or the car. And this may sound really bad and it may sound like I chose a bad team but no; they only did it to protect us. Me because if it came out before there could be serious danger for me. And for you so you could many still enjoy F2 and get into you’re dream team. But now I realise that how I handled it was really wrong and I am so sorry. I hope you can forgive me because I really missed you.” She said the last part a bit out of breath.
Arthur looked to be deep in thought. He thought about everything she said. And he understood it. But now he was really upset with how he reacted.
“Mon amour I am so sorry. I should have heard you out earlier” he said while grabbing her face. “I and so sorry for how I reacted. I hope you can understand why. I as just confused, jealous and upset. I was confused because for me it came all of a sudden and upset because again why would you tell me? And I was really jealous because you wou get to be in F1 and drive with my brother before me.”
“I completely understand my love, and I understand it about the jealous part, I would too.” She said while grabbing his face.
After talking for a few more minutes they decided to go to the bedroom and watch something.
“Hey love do you want to watch that French series that you talked about?” Y/n asked while playing with his hair and cuddling.
“Yeah for sure mon amour” he said with a smile on his face. He looked up at her and admired her beauty. “You looked beautiful ma belle” he said with a slight blush.
“She looked down at his and smiles “wel thank you handsome. You don’t look that bad yourself.” She said blushing.
After watching a few episodes of the show and talking they decided to go to sleep.
But before she fell asleep she heard Arthur whisper something.
“Je t'aime mon amour, merci pour tout.” (I love you my love, thank you for everything.)
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jak crawford x reader
the ring is perfect.
it's not too big, but loose enough to make it easy to twirl around around your finger with your thumb. it's more of a nervous habit than anything else, really; but jak still places his hand over yours to still your movements.
it's very simple, with a silver band and a few little gemstones along the edge. you haven't asked what they're made of; you know he can afford them with all of his racing money, but you really don't care if they're diamonds or glass shards. besides, a wildly expensive ring wouldn't really fit into this setting, anyway.
jak's thumb brushes over your knuckles, his eyes following the dressed-up lawyer running in through the front door looking more than mildly confused. a security officer shows him the right way to some courtroom, her voice drowned out by the wails of a toddler in the far corner of the waiting room. the mother of the child tries anything she can to cheer him up, bouncing him on her knee and singing songs and playing with his toy cars, as the bags under her eyes seem to grow deeper by the second. the father merely grunts beside her and scrolls further down the news article on his phone.
the noise level in the room is not objectively loud per se; you're just a little extra sensitive, you assume. but at the same time, you could probably fall asleep right here and now, lulled to a slumber by the ambient music flowing from the speakers. it's been a long night, to be fair – it's already nearing eight in the morning, meaning you've been up for over a day – but it had to be done.
your parents were thankfully fast asleep when jak arrived at your door some seven hours ago. you've never been good at sneaking around, but with parents who always sleep like the dead after a few drinks, you've never had any reason to. the actual packing and moving of all your personal belongings into jak's car wasn't that time-consuming, but the car ride back to his home in charlotte, north carolina, along with the waiting for the courthouse to finally open, took all night.
it all felt far too familiar. like jumping into his car when he picked you up from school, not caring that your parents were expecting you to go straight home; running away with him during the weekends, paying no mind to your parents' enforced house arrest; most importantly, spending time with that one boy they did never approve of.
but it was never quite this serious when you were younger.
you're still teenagers now, but it's so different. you're far more grown; far more mature than those little kids you were years ago when you still lived in charlotte, just a thirty minute drive away from jak, before your parents bought that house some 500 miles away. you feel like you're a completely new person – and yet, that little girl from all those years ago still blushes inside of you when you turn your head to meet jak's eyes.
"are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asks, eyes scanning yours for any kind of sign. "you seem... unsure."
you shake your head instantly. "i'm just tired."
tired of waiting, planning, stalling.
tired of being anything other than his.
he gives you a quick nod, his hand squeezing yours, his own wedding band cool against the back of your hand.
jak bought your ring months ago but never found a good time to give it to you.
what time could be better to propose than the night your girlfriend is escaping from her parents without as much as a note to say goodbye?
you said yes, of course; there's nothing you'd rather do than spend the rest of your life with him. he had hoped for that answer, but he had not expected you to suggest getting married right away. but here and now, nothing feels more right.
maybe the wedding itself isn't that big of a deal, but you both know your feelings are.
"i always expected them to be here, you know?"
your voice breaks the thickening silence that's filled the room since the family in the corner left. you rest your head on jak's shoulder and he hums, a sign for you to go on.
"like, not actually here, but... at my wedding." you intertwine your fingers with his, unable to suppress your sigh. "in some twisted way, i assumed we would have gotten better by then, and that they would want to be here."
despite everything that's happened, you can't blame your parents too much. you get it, you really do; they wanted a certain life for you. a good life, one where they had gotten to plan out every little detail with great care.
unfortunately, that wasn't the life you wanted for yourself.
they gave up so much to move to the america they had seen in the movies; the home of the brave, the land of the free. not the america that would surely but slowly tear their family apart, if even just by giving their daughter a small taste of freedom.
that intoxicating drug. even a tiny bit was enough to make you realize how free you can be, and how stupid you would be to want anything else.
"maybe... one day, they will want to be here," jak answers, turning his head to let his lips meet the top of your head. "then we could have a ceremony with them."
that silence from before appears again, but for some reason, your heart flutters at the meaning behind the words. "you sure have good imagination, crawford."
someone calls out your names, and the sound of your parents' surname already stings a bit. jak has been calling you "mrs. crawford" for half a day now, so anything else already sounds unnatural.
and maybe because in reality, you've always been, and always will be, mrs. crawford.
you both rise to your feet and walk hand-in-hand into your new life.
the start of forever.
"neither of us had a lot of time to write these vows, but... here we go... this ring around my finger... it could just as well be made of paper or string. its true worth doesn't lie in its material, but in the love it represents. i would still wear it until i die, just like i will be by your side until i give in to death. you've always been mine, and now what's mine is yours. i offer you everything i am. our relationship may not fit into the conventional molds or follow the traditional paths, but it's ours, and i wouldn't change a single moment of our journey together."
