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DAY SEVENTEEN: FLOWER SHOP AU

CLÉMENT NOVALAK

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PAI’S WORDS: as usual when it comes to flower stuff, it’s written based on my work and how my shop is ! 🧡 so sorry for the delay, for those not following me on X, I’ve had some rough patches lately and am only now getting better and motivated again 🫶

The day has been particularly exhausting, stubborn customers and complicated arrangements taking all your time and energy, especially since your colleague and dear friend couldn’t come to work today. Your hands cold and raw, your feet aching as much as your back, you’re almost done with the day and with your commands when the bell’s melody resonates inside the shop, indicating the presence of a new customer. Hiding a sigh and putting your best smile on, you lift your head and greet the newcomer, coming face to face with a charming man dressed in a suit.

“- Hi, how can I help you ?

- Hello, I came looking for.. well flowers ?

- Well, you’ve come to the right place, no doubt about it.”

The man in front of you chuckles and sends a sheepish smile your way, his dimples appearing at the same time as a warm feeling in your guts. You tie the bouquet you were making before walking to him, guiding the customer towards all the cut flowers you have and watching as he takes it all in, eyes stopping on some of them.

“- So, what’s the occasion ? A date, maybe ?

- Oh no, none of that. It’s for a friend.

- Sorry for assuming, it’s just that usually, when customers come in dressed as sharp as this, their intentions are pretty clear.

- Trust me, that’s what everyone tells me as well. I mean, being overdressed is not a crime, is it ?

- It surely isn’t. About that friend of yours, do you know their favorite color ? Or a color they often wear, the main color in their home, whatever.

- Um, not really know. Purple, maybe ? She does wear that quite often.

- Alright. And for the budget ? I can work around pretty much anything, but the bouquet will obviously vary in size.

- Oh, well, I don’t really know about that. I don’t buy flowers that often so I’m pretty.. clueless about prices.

- It’s fine ! We can choose flowers and foliages together and I’ll tell you the price as we go ?

- Yes, perfect, thanks !”

His dimples appears once again as he sends you a grateful smile, letting you guide him through the flowers.

“- As for now, the only purple flowers we have are clematis, aster and iris. Oh, some hydrangeas too, and gerberas. We can mix them with white and pink flowers for a softer, more feminine look, or use orange and yellow to create bright contrast, that depends on what you’re looking for. It’s for a friend, right ? Is there any special occasion ? A celebration, a birthday ?

- Actually, it’s not really a friend. I mean, she’s not a friend of mine, not really I guess. See, we have an.. emission, a podcast, with two of my friends, and she’s invited today. So I know her and, well, appreciate her, but it’s.. like a work context ?”

You giggle softly at the obvious fluster taking over him, watch as he stumbles on his words and frown as he wonders about the situation. Your gaze falls towards the racks of flowers as you listen to him explain what he knows about the woman, Lissie as you’ve learned, and her job and known passions. She seems lively and passionate about what she’s doing, as much as the man in front of you is at least, so you carefully pluck a yellow Calla Lily, putting it next to the clematis in your hand.

“- So, what we can do is have some strong flowers, like the yellow calla lily here, and build around them with simpler, smaller purple flowers like the clematis here. Calla Lilies stand straight and create a lot of volume when well-paired, and clematis create some movement with how they fall. See ? They naturally are more frail and “floaty” and will add color without it being too blunt. I can pair them with some hydrangeas for volume, no more than two or three to not throw the balance off, and some iris. Maybe add some mimosa stems in between to add more yellow.

- That.. seems perfect, really.”

A proud grin falls on your lips as you pluck the flowers you’ll need, creating the bouquet as you go. Foliages are not counted in the price as your shop offers them, something not that uncommon but that still surprises customers not used to it. You decide to go for eucalyptus, giving the bouquet more volume but also more fluidity and lightness, creating a less strict, more simple looking composition. As you go, you never forget to calculate and enunciate the price, making sure to check in with the man in front of you who seems purely in awe as he observes your hands work carefully around the flowers, delicate fingers adorned with little cuts and callouses. You place the last flower where it’s supposed to go, checking on different angles to make sure it’s evenly distributed before showing it off.

“- Ans that’s how it looks, is it what you had in mind ? If not, I can replace some flowers and such, don’t hesitate to tell me.

- No, no it’s really pretty, thank you ! I didn’t even have something as gorgeous as this in mind, to be fair. You have a way with flowers, trust me.”

He compliments you excitedly as you laugh, taking a ribbon out of your apron to tie the creation before making your way to the checkout, followed closely by the young man you find quite interesting. Your hands quickly work as you cut the stems at the same level and wrap the bouquet in yellow colored paper, placing a simple light purple around it and making a bow. All the while, you explain how his friend should take care of the flowers, insisting on the “cutting them every two days” part and a sweet smile grows on your face as you note how meticulous he seems, nodding in a determined way and asking questions about some parts. You staple your shop’s cars on the wrapping paper before handing it to you, your hands brushing his as he oh so carefully takes it and profusely thanks you, making his way towards the exit.

“- Oh, I’m sorry ! But you’ve said you have a podcast, right ? May I know the name ? I don’t know much about cars and, sports in general, but I’d like to learn more.

- Yeah, sure ! It’s called Screaming Meals, and well, my name’s Clement. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

You stare at his back as he walks out with a frown and a gaping mouth, only realizing much later, as you’re making dinner, that your name is written on your apron. The podcast accompany your dinner and you shyly subscribe to the channel, grinning as Lissie compliments the bouquet and laughing as Clement brags about it, not missing the soft look in his eyes.

in need of more Pepe marti fics/smaus whatever you call em

I'll be better with you here

(Pepe marti x Fem!reader)

Pepe lay sprawled across the couch, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips as he clutched a blanket around himself. His forehead glistened with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed. “I swear, I’m dying,” he groaned, his voice muffled by the fabric.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “You just have a fever, Pepe. You’re being dramatic.”

“Just a fever?!” He turned his head to look at you, his expression exaggerated. “I can’t even remember the last time I felt this bad. I need… I need you here.”

“Right here?” you asked, stepping closer.

“Yes, like, right next to me,” he insisted, patting the space beside him. “I need my personal nurse.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face. “Your personal nurse is here. What do you need?”

He patted the space beside him, his voice a soft whine. “Come here. I need you close to fight off this… this illness.”

You chuckled and slid under the blanket next to him. “You’re such a baby.”

He snuggled closer, resting his head on your shoulder. “But I’m your baby,” he said, his tone a mix of playfulness and genuine need.

You reached for a cold cloth and gently placed it on his forehead. He sighed contentedly, leaning into your touch. “See? This is exactly what the doctor ordered.”

“More soup?” you asked, sitting up slightly.

“Yes, please, cariño,” he replied, his eyes lighting up. “And can you bring it back with a hug? I think I need extra love today.”

You giggled, getting up to prepare the soup. When you returned, you found him dramatically sprawled out on the couch, looking as if he were about to faint making you shake your head and smile.

“Your soup, my king,” you said, handing him the bowl.

“Thank you, mi ángel,” he replied, taking a small sip before dramatically swooning back against the couch. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Maybe it’s the fever talking,” you joked, but your heart fluttered at his words.

As you fed him, you could see the mischief return to his eyes. “You know,” he said between spoonfuls, “this isn’t so bad. I could get used to this kind of treatment.”

“Only when you’re sick,” you laughed, but deep down, you loved being the one to care for him.

After he finished, you settled back into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. “Promise you’ll stay here until I’m better?”

“Always,” you whispered, feeling the warmth of his body and the soft rhythm of his breathing. “I’ll take care of you, Pepe.”

As he drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but smile. Even when he was sick, he still found a way to make your heart swell.

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my first time writing an xreader LOL, missing my man Pepe and I know I'm not the only one so Pepe girlies here you go! (this was requested so hopefully you lot will like it!)

Felipe Drugovich Ig AU

@felipedrugovich

Good weekend 🇧🇷🤙🏻

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@yn_ln: P1 bebé so proud 😽

@felipedrugovich :voçe é increibél

@clementnovalak lets go mate 🫂

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@user62 couple goals 🫶🏻🫶🏻

@yn_ln

Summer break with the menace

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@felipedrugovich you are the menace not me

@yn_ln Your mum says otherwise

@clement_novalak i agree with her 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️

@f2_updates not them fighting in the comments hahaha

@yn_ln

supporting my fav guys this weekend <3 <3 pd. they are such a posers

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@felipedrugovich we are not posers its called beauty

@clementnovalak and we are always looking good

@yn_ln im not the one to disagree 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

@marcusarmstrong such a simp 🥱🙄

yn_ln what can i say, he's hot 🔥

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@mp_motorsports our boys in orange 🧡🔥

@yn_ln

Date aniversary night, 5 years already who'd have said it, vos amo 🫂🫶🏻❤️‍🔥

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@felipedrugovich eu tamén vos amo, minha princesa ❤️‍🔥👸🏼

@yn_ln ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

@clementnovalak crongrats you both 🧡🔥

@yn_ln thanks clem see you 🫂🫂

@userthree romeo and juliet who?, i want what these two have

First Podium, Family Celebration

-> it has been a good weekend for the Leclerc family and specially the little Leclerc sibling

As the sun rose over the Bahrain International Circuit, the tension in the air was palpable. It was the start of the 2023 F2 season, and for one young driver, this race meant everything. And what's more exciting is that you will be racing alongside your twin brother, Arthur Leclerc. He is older than you by 16 minutes, but you both share the same passion for racing. You were signed by Prema, while Arthur was with Dams.

As you arrived at the circuit for the first race of the season, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. You were competing against some of the best drivers in the world, and you wanted to prove yourself. But at the same time, you were also excited to be racing alongside your brother. As you headed out for the first practice session, you quickly got into the rhythm of things. You felt comfortable in the car, and you were setting some decent lap times.

As the weekend progressed, you started to gain more confidence, and by the time qualifying came around, you were ready to go all out. Qualifying was intense, and you were fighting hard for a good grid position. You managed to put in a solid lap and ended up qualifying in P4. Arthur, on the other hand, was a bit further back in P7.

As you approached your car, you saw Ollie Bearman, your teammate and former crush, grinning at you. "Good luck out there," he said, giving you a pat on the back. "You've got this."

You smiled back at him, feeling grateful for the support. It was then that you heard a voice behind you. "Hey there, ma puce" Arthur said, using the nickname he had given you when you were kids.

You turned around to see your brother standing there, looking just as nervous as you felt. "Hey Turo," you replied, using the nickname you had given him. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling good," Arthur said, grinning. "But not as good as you're going to feel when you get up on that podium."

You laughed, feeling your nerves start to dissipate. "Thanks, Arty. That means a lot coming from you. You are going to be there too"

With a final grin, Arthur wished you luck and made his way back to the Dams team garage. You watched him go, feeling a sense of pride and affection welling up inside you. Despite the playful rivalry between you, you knew that Arthur was always there for you when it mattered.

The race itself was a blur of speed and adrenaline. You pushed your car to the limit, trying to stay ahead of the pack and secure that coveted podium spot. When the checkered flag finally came down, you felt a surge of triumph as you crossed the finish line in second place.

Race day arrived, and you were feeling pumped. You knew that you had a good chance of getting a podium, and you were determined to make it happen. As the lights went out, you got off to a good start, and you were immediately fighting for positions. Arthur had a fantastic start and quickly made his way up the field. He was pushing hard and was soon battling for the lead. You were a bit further back, but you were also making progress.

As the race progressed, Arthur was leading the way, and you were right behind him in P2. You could see him pushing hard, and you knew that he wanted to win. You also knew that you had a chance of getting your first podium, and you were determined not to let it slip away. With a few laps to go, Arthur made a bold move and took the lead. You were right behind him, and you could see that he was driving at his absolute limit. You were also pushing hard, and you knew that you had to make a move soon if you wanted to win.

The Leclerc family was all present at the race, including your mother, Pascal, and your other brothers, Lorenzo and Charles.

In the end, Arthur held on to take the win, and you crossed the line in P2, securing your first podium finish in F2. As you pulled into Park Fermé, you could see your brothers, Charles and Lorenzo, waiting for you. They were both beaming with pride, and you could see how happy they were for you and Arthur. As you stepped out of your car, you ran towards your brothers, and you all hugged each other tightly. You were all cheering, and you could feel the love and support that your family had for you.

Arthur was already there, claiming that he had won the race and that he deserved all the attention. You playfully punched him in the arm, laughing, and started fighting for your family's attention. Turo was the first one to hug you, congratulating you on your achievement. He was genuinely proud of you, but he couldn't resist teasing you.

"I won the race!" he teased. "You're just second place!"

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove. "I beat you in qualifying yesterday, so I'm still ahead of you," you retorted.

"I knew you could do it" he said, opening your and his visor to look at your eyes.

"Thank you Tur Tur" you said with your helmets together, as he was leaned down to be at your height.

Your maman stepped in then, pulling you both into a tight hug. "I am so proud of both of mes enfants" she said, her voice choked with emotion. "Your father would be so proud of you too."

You all stood there for a moment, basking in the warmth of your family's love and support. It was a moment you would never forget.

"Hey, Carla!" you called out, waving to her. "Come over here and celebrate with us!"

Carla came over and hugged you tightly, congratulating you on your amazing performance. You had always been close to her, and she was like a sister to you.

As you continued to celebrate with your family, Arthur pulled you aside and whispered, "I know about you and Ollie, you know."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him in surprise. You had been crushing on Ollie for months, but you had never told anyone about your feelings, not even Arthur.

"How did you know?" you asked him.

"I could just tell," he said, shrugging. "Besides, it's not like you're very subtle about it."

You blushed, feeling embarrassed, but also relieved that your secret was out in the open.

"And what do you think?" you asked him hesitantly.

Arthur grinned mischievously. "I think it's about time you told him how you feel."

You smiled, feeling emboldened by his words.

As you stood on the podium, tears of joy streaming down your face, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion.

And so, later that night, after the race was over and the crowds had dispersed, you found Ollie waiting for you in the paddock.

You took a deep breath and walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Hey," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

"Hey," he replied, looking at you expectantly.

You took a deep breath and blurted out, "I really like you, Ollie. I've liked you for a long time now, and I just wanted to tell you that."

Ollie looked at you, his eyes shining with emotion. "I like you too," he said, before leaning in and kissing you.

As you pulled away from him, you heard a loud whoop from behind you. And then, as you turned back to your family, you saw Arthur and his girlfriend Carla standing there, watching you with amused expressions on their faces, as Arthur started yelling, "I knew it!" Your mother and brothers scolded him for his little discretion, and Pascal even pulled his ear in jest. However, you all started laughing, and the moment was captured in a photo that would forever be cherished.

"Would you like to go out with me tonight?" he asked.

You grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. "Yes, I would," you said.

As the F2 season progressed, you and Ollie continued to grow closer, with Arthur teasing you both every step of the way. Despite the teasing, you knew that Arthur was genuinely happy for you and your success.

I've to tell you something... I'm seeing someone

As I walked through the door of my family's house in Monaco, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I had just come back from school, and I had some big news to share with my family. News that I had been keeping to myself for a while now.

As Arthur's twin sister, I always felt a special bond with him. You were born just 15 minutes apart, growing up,Arthur and I were inseparable. We would play together for hours, coming up with new games and adventures to go on.

As the youngest member of the Leclerc family, I always felt a bit left out. Charles and Lorenzo were older and more mature, and they often had their own things going on. But I always had Arthur by my side, and that was enough.

I had recently started dating Dennis Hauger, who was a former teammate of Arthur's in Formula 3. We had been seeing each other for a few months now, but I had been hesitant to tell anyone, especially my twin brother Arthur. He was always teasing me about my crushes on boys, and I knew he would have a field day if he found out I was dating one of his former teammates.

Dennis and I hit it off immediately. He was funny, kind, and he seemed to really understand me. We started dating in secret, afraid of what Arthur and Charles would say if they found out. We knew they would tease me mercilessly, and I didn't want to deal with that.

As I walked into the living room, my mother and older brother Lorenzo were sitting on the couch, watching TV. I took a deep breath and sat down next to them.

My older brother Lorenzo greeted me with a warm smile, while my mother came over to give me a hug.

"Welcome back, ma belle," she said.

"Merci, Maman," I replied, smiling back at her.

"Maman, Enzo, I have something to tell you," I said, my voice shaking a little. "But I only want to tell you and Maman for now. I've been seeing someone."

My mother's eyes widened. "Really? Who is he?"

"Do you remember Dennis Hauger? Arthur's former teammate in Formula 3?" I asked.

Lorenzo's face lit up. "Of course, I remember him! He's a great kid. I'm so happy for you!"

My mother looked a little surprised but then smiled. "That's wonderful news, darling! I like him! He seems like a very nice young man. When are you going to tell Arthur and Charles?"

"That's why I wanted to talk to you first," I said. "I'm a little nervous about how they'll react."

My mother put her arm around me. "Don't worry, sweetie. Your brothers will be happy for you. And if they tease you, just remember that it's all in good fun."

With their encouragement, I felt a little more confident about telling Arthur and Charles. I called Dennis and invited him to dinner, and he eagerly agreed.

As soon as you sat down, you could feel the tension in the air. Arthur and Charles knew something was up, but they didn't know what. You took a deep breath and told them the truth: you were dating Dennis Hauger.

"I have an idea," I said suddenly. "Why don't we all go out to dinner tonight? I can invite Dennis and we can tell Arthur and Charles then."

Mom and Lorenzo agreed to my plan, and we quickly made reservations at the Leclerc family's favorite restaurant in Monaco. I spent the rest of the day getting ready, picking out a pretty dress and doing my hair and makeup.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I saw Dennis waiting for us outside. He gave me a shy smile and a wave, looking nervous but excited.

As we settled into our seats, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that the moment I revealed my news, everything would change. But I was ready for it.

"Turo, Charlie, I have something to tell you but only if you promise not to tease me" I say with a serious face

"Even not a little bit?" he laughs as I hit him with my foot behind the table

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Okey, come on, sis. We won't tease you."

Lorenzo gave me a reassuring smile, "You can trust them."

I took another deep breath, "Okay, Dennis and I are dating."

Arthur's eyes widened, "Really? Are you serious?"

I took a deep breath, "Guys, I have something to tell you, but I need you to promise not to tease me."

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Come on, sis. We won't tease you."

Lorenzo gave me a reassuring smile, "You can trust them."

I took another deep breath, "Okay, Dennis and I are dating."

"Dennis Hauger?" he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Your boyfriend is Dennis Hauger?"

I nodded, feeling a little defensive. "Yes, he is. Is that a problem?"

Arthur shook his head, grinning widely. "No, not at all. It's just funny, that's all. I never would have guessed that you two would end up together."

Charles let out a whoop of excitement. "I knew it!" he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

Charles, who had been quiet up until now, gave me a teasing smile. "I hope he's treating you well, little sis. If he's not, we'll have to take matters into our own hands."

I rolled my eyes, but secretly I was relieved. The teasing wasn't as bad as I had feared, and I was grateful to have my family's support.

Arthur, meanwhile, looked a little taken aback. "Wait, what? When did this happen?" he asked, looking at me in surprise.

I blushed and looked down at my plate. "It's been a few weeks," I admitted.

Arthur shook his head, still looking slightly bewildered. "Well, I'll be damned. You two seem happy together, though," he said, looking at Dennis and me.

We spent the rest of the evening chatting and laughing, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. My family had accepted Dennis with open arms, and I felt like I had finally found my place in the Leclerc family.

As we left the restaurant that evening, Dennis took my hand and whispered in my ear, "I'm so glad we did this. Your family is amazing."

I smiled up at him, feeling grateful and happy. I had found love, and I had my family's support. What more could I ask for?

Hola, Iya! I'd like to request one for Ollie Bearman. Y/n and Ollie have been secretly dating for a few months. Ollie and Y/n are the same age and Y/n currently works for Prema as a publicist who takes care of Prema's social media content. The plot probably started when Y/n was filming Ollie for LAP content on prema youtube. Ollie says he wants to get himself oakberry (his favourite smoothie all the time) and offers Y/n if she wants one too but accidentally calls Y/n with "babe". Maybe the dialogue would go something like this:

"I'm gonna go get oakberry!"

"Like, right now?"

"Yes!"

"Where?"

"From oakberry shop of course. I scouted it out months ago. 1.5 km from the hotel, 5 minutes drive, you want one babe?—whoops.... sorry for the slip, no one heard that right?"

"Omg yeah luckily. I'll edit it later. Pls watch your mouth!"

"Yeah I'll don't worry. Also make sure you do the editing thing, otherwise everyone will know" (laughing while pinching Y/n's cheeks as he can't handle his gf cuteness.

However, a few days later when she had uploaded LAP to Prema's youtube, an error occurred and it turned out that a video part of her dialogue with Ollie was not cropped and had been watched by Prema's fans. Everyone was talking about it including Prema people. Arthur, Dino, Paul, and others teased Y/n and Ollie because they had been secretly dating. Y/n was afraid that she would get bullied by Ollie's fans but he made sure that everything would be okay. And sure enough, it turned out that they liked Y/n because she is just an angle and had a strong chemistry with Ollie behind the scenes (though there were some who definitely didn't like her) and ended up revealing their relationship to the public.

I guess that's the idea I had in my head. You can develop the idea further and the rest is up to you. Let me know if there's anything from my request that makes you uncomfortable, make it as comfortable as possible for yourself. Also, looking at some of your writings, there is the use of – instead of " for the dialogue. If it's okay, I prefer to use "......" for the dialogue instead of –........–. But if it's more comfortable for you, it's fine, I'm just letting you know which one I prefer. That's all. Im really looking forward to reading your writings! Gracias y envio un abrazo muy grande!!!

Y/n and Ollie had been secretly dating for a few months now, keeping their relationship hidden from the public eye. Y/n was Prema's publicist and took care of their social media content.

Y/n was worried about how their relationship would affect her job, but Ollie assured her that everything would be okay. He told her that he loved her and that he was proud to be with her, no matter what anyone else thought.

One day, while Y/n was working at the Prema office, she received a message from Ollie asking her to meet him outside. She quickly finished her work and rushed out to meet him.

When she arrived, she saw Ollie standing there with a huge smile on his face. "What's going on?" Y/n asked, curious.

"I have a surprise for you," Ollie replied, taking her hand and leading her down the street.

As they walked, Y/n couldn't help but feel nervous. She had no idea what Ollie had planned, but she trusted him completely. Finally, they arrived at a beautiful park, filled with lush green trees and colorful flowers.

"Wow, this is amazing," Y/n said, looking around in awe.

"I know, right? I thought we could have a picnic," Ollie said, pulling out a basket filled with delicious treats.

Y/n smiled, feeling her heart fill with happiness. They sat down on a blanket and enjoyed their food, laughing and chatting about everything under the sun.

As the sun began to set, Ollie took Y/n's hand and looked into her eyes. "Y/n, I have something to tell you," he said, his voice soft and serious.

"What is it?" Y/n asked, feeling her heart race with anticipation.

"I love you, Y/n. I've loved you from the moment I met you, and I can't imagine my life without you. I want to be with you forever."

Y/n felt tears well up in her eyes as she looked at Ollie. "I love you too, Ollie," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Ollie smiled and pulled her close, kissing her gently on the lips. They stayed there for a long time, wrapped up in each other's arms, feeling the love and warmth that they shared.

One day, while filming, he mentioned that he wanted to get himself an oakberry smoothie, and offered to get one for Y/n too. However, in his excitement, he accidentally called her "babe".

Y/n blushed, trying to suppress a smile. "Omg yeah luckily. I'll edit it later. Please watch your mouth!"

Ollie chuckled and pinched her cheeks. "Yeah, I'll don't worry. Also, make sure you do the editing thing, otherwise everyone will know."

But, little did they know, that small slip-up would eventually lead to their relationship being exposed.

A few days later, Y/n uploaded the LAP video to Prema's YouTube channel, but there was a technical error, and almost everything of her conversation with Ollie was not cropped out. Prema's fans caught it and started speculating that Y/n and Ollie were secretly dating. Arthur, Dino, Paul, and others teased them, and Y/n was worried about being bullied by Ollie's fans. However, Ollie reassured her and made sure that everything was okay.

Y/n felt her heart skip a beat. She had always known that their secret relationship couldn't last forever, but she wasn't sure if she was ready for the attention that would come with being Ollie's girlfriend in the public eye.

"Ollie. I'm scared," she admitted.

"I understand, but I promise I'll be by your side through everything. We'll face it together," he reassured her.

Y/n couldn't resist his charm and agreed. Ollie immediately posted a picture of them on his Instagram with a caption that read, "No longer keeping it a secret. This girl makes me the happiest."

As it turned out, the fans loved Y/n and her chemistry with Ollie behind the scenes, and many were happy to hear about their relationship. Y/n and Ollie eventually decided to reveal their relationship to the public, and it was well-received, with many fans showing their support.

Despite the initial fear and uncertainty, Y/n and Ollie's relationship only grew stronger after the public reveal. They continued to work together on Prema's YouTube channel, and the fans loved seeing them together on-screen and off.

Mistakes to fix

Ollie Bearman paced restlessly in his apartment, glancing at his watch every few seconds. The tension in the air was thick as he waited for his girlfriend, Y/N, to arrive. They were supposed to have a quiet evening together before he left for his next race, but an argument had erupted earlier, casting a dark cloud over their plans.

The doorbell finally rang, and Ollie hurriedly opened the door, a mix of frustration and anticipation written across his face. Y/N stood there, her eyes filled with anger and hurt.

"I can't believe you, Ollie!" Y/N exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. "How could you say something like that?"

Ollie sighed, realizing the gravity of his words. "I didn't mean it like that, Y/N. It just came out wrong, and I—"

"Save it, Ollie," she interrupted, her voice quivering with disappointment. "I thought you understood me better than that. But apparently, you don't."

Y/N turned to leave, tears welling up in her eyes, but Ollie grabbed her arm, desperation etched on his face. "Please, don't go. I'm leaving for the race tomorrow, and I don't want us to part on bad terms."

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with his. "I don't know, Ollie. This hurt me deeply. I need some time to think."

Ollie's heart sank as he watched her walk away, their unresolved argument hanging in the air. The days leading up to the race were filled with tension and silence, each passing moment making him worry more. He couldn't help but think that Y/N wouldn't come to support him because of their fight.

Days passed, and the void between them grew wider. They exchanged only brief, formal messages, avoiding the deeper conversation that was long overdue. Y/N spent those days replaying their argument in her mind, regretting the words that had been said and yearning for a chance to make amends.

Saturday arrived, and Y/N found herself at the racetrack, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had made the decision to support Ollie, despite their unresolved conflict. As she watched the cars lining up on the grid, she couldn't help but wonder if he even realized she was there.

As the engines roared and the race began, Ollie's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of Y/N. His heart sank when he couldn't spot her, fearing that his worst fears had come true. The burden of his mistake weighed heavily on his shoulders, making it difficult to concentrate on the race.

"Hey, Ollie! You ready to race?" It was Arthur Leclerc, a close friend of both Ollie and Y/N, who had sensed the brewing storm between them.

Ollie turned his head and met Arthur's gaze, a mix of gratitude and worry etched on his face. "Yeah, but... I don't know if Y/N will be here. We had a fight, and I haven't heard from her since."

Arthur placed a reassuring hand on Ollie's shoulder. "Don't worry, mate. I spoke to Y/N earlier, and she's on her way. She just needed a little nudge to come see you. I think she wants to make things right."

A glimmer of hope sparkled in Ollie's eyes as he processed Arthur's words. His heart raced with anticipation, both for the race ahead and the possibility of reconciling with Y/N. He thanked Arthur, his gratitude evident, and made his way to the starting grid.

As the cars lined up, engines revving, Ollie caught sight of Y/N making her way through the crowd. Her determined expression melted into a mix of relief and regret as she met Ollie's gaze. With a nod, she silently communicated her desire to talk and find a resolution.

YN's heart skipped a beat, she had been hoping for this moment, a chance to reconcile before Ollie embarked on his journey. Her voice quivered slightly as she responded, "I'm here, Ollie."

Ollie sighed, his face betraying a mixture of frustration and longing. "I can't believe we let things get this bad, YN. We used to be so close, and now we're practically strangers. I'm sorry for the things I said, but you know how important this race is for me. I need to focus."

Tears welled up in YN's eyes as she replied, "I understand, Ollie. But we've let our anger cloud our judgment. It's not about me attending the race; it's about us mending our friendship. I didn't want to come across as unsupportive."

Ollie's expression softened, his eyes searching hers for sincerity. "I thought you didn't want to be here because of what happened. I felt like you were punishing me."

A wave of realization washed over YN. They had both misread each other's intentions, caught up in their own insecurities. "No, Ollie. I was afraid you didn't want me here after our argument. I wanted to give you space, but now I see that I should have been by your side."

Ollie let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "I've missed you, YN. The past few days have been unbearable. I've realized how much you mean to me, not just as a friend, but as someone who understands and supports my passion."

Tears streamed down YN's cheeks as she took a step closer to Ollie. "I've missed you too, Ollie. I should have never let our disagreement overshadow the bond we share. Please forgive me."

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of Ollie's lips. "There's nothing to forgive. We both made mistakes, but what matters now is that we're here, together."

They stood there, enveloped in a shared understanding, the noise of the racing cars fading into the background. YN wiped away her tears, determination etched across her face. "I won't miss your race, Ollie. I want to support you, as a friend, as your girlfriend and as someone who believes in your talent."

Ollie's eyes sparkled with gratitude and affection. "Thank you, YN. Your presence means the world to me."

As the engines roared and the race began, YN watched from the garage, her heart pounding with anticipation. Ollie weaved through the pack, his determination evident in every maneuver. Lap after lap, he pushed himself to the limit, propelled by the support and understanding that had been rekindled between him and YN.

The race reached its climax, and Ollie's talent shone through. He surged ahead, overtaking his rivals with skill and precision. The crowd erupted in cheers as he crossed the finish line, securing a triumphant victory.

As Ollie crossed the finish line, his eyes immediately searched for Y/N in the crowd. They locked gazes, and in that moment, the weight of their argument dissipated. Without hesitation, Y/N ran toward him, her smile radiating forgiveness and love.

Breathless and exhilarated, Ollie climbed out of his car, rushing to meet Y/N halfway. They embraced, their tears mingling with the sweat on their faces. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, they whispered apologies and promises, vowing to communicate better and cherish their love.

YN's eyes gleamed with pride as she hugged him back. "Congratulations, Ollie! You were incredible out there. I'm so proud of you, i love you"

"You don't know how much i needed that words, i love you too"

Their embrace lingered, solidifying their bond and reminding them of the resilience of their friendship. From that moment on, they knew that no obstacle could come between them. They had learned the importance of communication, forgiveness, and unwavering support—the keys to building a relationship strong enough to weather any storm.

In that shared moment, their argument became a distant memory, replaced by a newfound understanding and a deeper bond. Together, they had conquered the race and reconciled their hearts. With Y/N by his side, Ollie knew that no matter the challenges they faced, their love would always drive them forward.

And as they stood on the podium, Ollie's trophy glistening in the sunlight, they knew that the true victory that day was not the race itself, but the resilience of their love that had triumphed against all odds.

And as they celebrated Ollie's victory, YN and Ollie promised each other to never let anger or misunderstandings come between them again, for they knew that their shared love for motorsports and their unbreakable friendship were worth fighting for.

The Leclerc household was buzzing with activity on a sunny Sunday afternoon. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of dishes clinking together filled the air. It was a typical day for the Leclerc family, except for one member who stood silently in the corner of the kitchen, observing the chaos before her. That member was Y/N Leclerc, the youngest of the Leclerc siblings.

Y/N was only seventeen, still in high school, while her brothers, Charles and Arthur, had already made their mark in the world of motorsports. Charles, the middle child, had achieved great success in Formula 1, while Arthur was steadily making his way through Formula 2. Y/N, however, was never given the opportunity to pursue her dreams of becoming a race car driver. The family's financial limitations forced them to prioritize Charles and Arthur's careers.

As Y/N watched her brothers and mother, Pascale, engaging in animated conversation, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. She desperately wanted to be a part of their world, to share in their victories and defeats. But fate had chosen a different path for her, one that she was still struggling to come to terms with.

"Y/N, can you pass me the sugar, s'il vous plaît?" Charles's voice interrupted her thoughts, his eyes focused on his phone.

Y/N snapped back to reality and reached for the sugar, placing it in front of him. "Here you go, Charles."

"Merci," he replied absentmindedly, already engrossed in his social media feed.

She glanced at Arthur, who was discussing race strategies with their mother in rapid French. He occasionally shot her a sympathetic smile, aware of the void in her heart.

Feeling a surge of frustration, Y/N mustered the courage to speak up. "Maman, I don't feel well can I go to my room?" she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Pascale turned to her daughter, a concerned expression on her face but still let her. "Bien sûr"

Y/N found solace in her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the wall adorned with posters of her brothers' achievements. It was a constant reminder of the path she couldn't walk.

A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and her mother, Pascale, stepped in. She had a gentle smile on her face, but Y/N could see the sadness in her eyes.

"Ma chérie," Pascale said, her voice filled with love and concern. "Are you okay?"

Y/N fought back tears and nodded, unable to find the right words.

Pascale sat beside her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know it's difficult, Y/N. But your time will come. We couldn't afford to support all three of you at once, and it broke our hearts to make that decision."

Y/N's voice trembled as she spoke, "I just feel so invisible, Mom. Like I don't matter compared to Charles and Arthur. They're living their dreams, and I'm stuck here."

Pascale hugged her tightly, her voice softening. "You matter more than you know, my dear. You're our pillar of strength, our hope for the future. We couldn't have made it this far without you."

Y/N clung to her mother, tears streaming down her face. "Je sais, maman, mais c'est difficile. J'essaie de trouver ma place, mais j'ai l'impression que je ne pourrai jamais briller comme eux."

A few days later, Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo found Y/N sitting in the garden, lost in her thoughts. They exchanged worried glances before joining her, taking a seat on the bench.

Lorenzo, the ever-protective older brother, broke the silence. "Y/N, we need to talk. We've noticed that you've been feeling down lately, and we want you to know that we see you. We love you."

Y/N looked up at them, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. I don't want to be a burden. I just can't help feeling left behind."

Charles placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice filled with remorse. "Y/N, you're not a burden. We may be racing, but you're racing in your own way. You're still fighting, still pushing through, and we admire that."

Arthur chimed in, his voice full of conviction. "You've always been our biggest supporter, Y/N. Your presence gives us strength. We wouldn't be where we are without you."

Y/N wiped away her tears, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes. She finally felt seen, acknowledged, and valued by her brothers.

"Merci," she whispered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Je vous aime"

In that moment, they all understood the true meaning of family. It wasn't just about racing or achievements, but about being there for each other, supporting one another through the highs and lows of life.

The Leclerc family stood in a tender embrace, a silent acknowledgment of the love and bond they shared. In that moment, Y/N realized that while her dreams of becoming a race car driver may have been put on hold, she had something equally valuable—her family's unwavering support.

From that day forward, Y/N pursued her passion for motorsports in her own unique way. She became an avid spectator, cheering on her brothers from the sidelines, and found solace in other hobbies that sparked her creativity and brought her joy.

In the shadows of the track, Y/N Leclerc discovered her own light, finding fulfillment in the love of her family and the pursuit of her own dreams, however different they may be.