#esteban ocon one shot
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LONG LIVE l Esteban Ocon
(a/n): omg the first installment of the Taylor Swift Collection. I'll admit this one was a bit of a stretch but I just had this idea and needed to get it out! I hope you enjoy it and would love to have your feedback <3
disclaimer: in this au, the reader plays the role Zendaya plays in the franchise.
summary: Esteban Ocon (aka the biggest Spiderman fan, according to himself) tried to bribe his girlfriend, gave her the silent treatment, he called her out during race weekends, but Marvel was just too good keeping their secrets. (actress!reader).
i) I said “remember this moment” in the back of my mind.
July 2018
When Esteban told his friend Lance that after months of liking every post and Instagram story of the actress playing Michelle Jones on the new Spider Man movies, he slid on her DMs in hopes she would answer, Lance laughed.
No, he didn’t laugh, he cackled.
It was July 2017, the first Spider-Man movie in the hands of Marvel Studios had just dropped and was a complete success, and of course Esteban had his team request a copy to the studios so he could host a viewing on his home theatre.
He had avoided spoilers and even movie trailers in order to be surprised, most of his friends teased him about it, but he couldn’t careless, even dedicating that entire night to follow and stalk every cast member on Instagram.
That’s when he noticed the gorgeous actress who played MJ, mysterious and intelligent on screen, and that’s when everything started for him.
He googled her age, visited her Wikipedia page to see her accolades and projects, he even checked her dating history and the rumors surrounding her relationship with Tom Holland, the actor who played Spider-Man.
His life went on, months went by where he silently liked her posts, just as another fan of the series and sequels of his favorite superhero, then he was focusing on the 2018 F1 Season, even as things turned ugly with not only having to worry about performing, but also with trying to keep his seat.
Maybe his Instagram algorithm knew him a little too well when a Marvel fanpage showed on his timeline, announcing filming for the second movie of the Spider-Man sequel was taking place in London and Italy, and between the stress of training, press breathing on his shoulder about his future in Formula 1, he decided to take a risk.
Which takes him to his Canadian friend laughing at him.
He made his way towards the Williams trailer where Lance was getting ready, not really caring that chances were he was going to take his seat at Racing Point, they were friends. That’s why Lance felt so comfortable staring at his friend in disbelief as he couldn’t stop the giggles that just kept coming.
“Esteban, why would you subject yourself to being ignored? She’s from Hollywood, there’s no way she even knows who you are.” Lance tried to reason with his French friend, but Esteban shrugged.
“It doesn’t matter, I know she’s probably not going to see it, but I have nothing to lose. It doesn’t even count as humiliation because we’ll probably never going to meet each other.”
Lance squinted his eyes at his friend. “You can’t have that attitude, dude!”
“But you just laughed on my face!” Esteban argued.
“Yes, because it’s my job as your friend, but at the same time I have to hype you up, you know?” Lance told him, but Esteban suspected he was just being too Canadian. “What did you tell her?”
Esteban sighed and scratched the back of his neck: “If she wanted to attend the British GP since they’re filming there.”
Lance let out a sound of approval. “You know? I think it could work out. Maybe you should find ways to drop how much of a fan of Spider-Man you are during press, you know? Just find a way, and then people will start ‘Oh, this Formula 1 driver is so adorable, he’s such a fanboy’.” The Canadian suggested.
“How did you even think of that?” Esteban asked, but was interrupted by his iPhone going off, his engineer asking him where he was.
He didn’t get to talk with Lance again, just throwing himself on the hotel bed while his eyes were already closing due to stress and jetlag. Forcing himself off the bed to take a shower and then going to bed, checking his phone for one last time.
His verified account worked in a weird way he still wasn’t able to fully grasp, only notifying him when other verified accounts messaged him or followed him.
And that’s what happened.
Hey Esteban! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to answer but ive been a bit busy.
Attending Silverstone would actually be such a great time, is the invite still up?
In case it is, this is my agent’s email so your people can give him the details ;)
The French read and reread the message at least ten times, not knowing if his mind was playing tricks with him, but when he read this notification, he gasped and dialed Lance.
“LANCE!”
@(YNLN) started following you.
ii) I was screaming “long live that look on your face”
(Y/N) thinks that Esteban exaggerated how much of a Spider-Man fan he was. They were officially dating now, so she figured it would eventually play down.
God, was she wrong…
With the 2018 season finally over and Esteban not having a seat for 2019, he leaned heavily on her, even if he knew he was going to be under the wing of Mercedes for the time being, it wasn’t easy.
She saw he was kind of down and with more free time than usual, plus they were still living the sweet first months of their relationship, so she surprised him with a guest pass and paper bracelet to allow him in the premises and set, leaving in on the table of her apartment while waiting for him to arrive for their movie date.
“Bebé, what is this?” He asked once he stepped inside your apartment, an envelope with his name written and an official Marvel stamp on it. He didn’t know what it was, but a grin was already starting to form.
“Hello, Este. How are you? Did you miss me? Because I really missed you.” The actress placed her arms around his waist, shaking as his body trembled with a laugh before he leaned down to leave a caste kiss on her lips.
“Of course I missed you, MJ.” He said and she playfully laughed at his nickname. “So, what is this?” He picked up the envelope.
“It has your name on it, doesn’t it?”
Esteban carefully moved from the embrace of his girlfriend and opened his gift, not even trying to hide the gasp that escaped his lips once he realized what was inside, carefully reading the letter inviting him to set, signed by Kevin Feige and Jon Watts, the director.
“No, bebé… Is this for real?” He said with his accent getting thicker with excitement.
“I think so.” She smiled before he kissed her, literally sweeping her off her feet.
He knew he’d have to keep a low profile, the public not knowing yet about their relationship, the only one he had confided in was Lance, and now people in Mercedes knew, so it wouldn’t be long before the cat was out of the bag, but he was waiting for his girlfriend to feel comfortable to break the little comfy bubble they’d created.
They were in Venice when a black Mercedes picked them up at 4 AM, but he didn’t care. The street was closed and cameras were being placed, people walking all around as if it wasn’t the middle of the night and freezing.
He knew it was cheesy, but the set lit up when she walked in. People greeted her all around, dozens of people and she stopped for each one of them, asking for their families and how was the hotel they were staying at. And the fact that he got to walk hand in hand with her, carefully carrying one of her bags, he was on cloud nine.
But it got better.
A British accent called (Y/N)’s name as they were approaching the luxury trailers parked not so far away from the set installed on the Italian streets. Of course Esteban recognized the accent, holding his girlfriend’s hand a little tighter.
“Tom, this is Esteban, the guy you’ve been hearing so much about.” She said with a playful roll of her eyes, earning a chuckle from the brit as he extended his hand.
“Pleasure to meet you, mate. I saw you during the Austin circuit, it looked sick!”
“I’m a big fan of your work, you’re the best Spider-Man,” Esteban said and his girlfriend just started to realize that maybe it wasn’t a play, he really was a huge fan. “And you’re always welcome on the paddock, just let me know.” Esteban said and Tom thanked him before being called to his trailer, telling the couple that they should go with the rest of the cast and other friends to have dinner.
“So… You’ve been talking a lot about me?” Esteban asked (Y/N), playfully raising his eyebrows and leaving a kiss on her hair.
ACTION!
Esteban eyes followed as Peter Parker walked around the wrecked set, everything was wet and upside down, and he was in awe as he noticed (Y/N) making her way into the scene, questioning her friend if he was fine.
Even if he couldn’t fully comprehend the dialogues or what was happening, his eyes were fixated on her, as she gave his co-star the same caring and sweet eyes that she gave him in real life, and he felt like the luckiest man on earth.
The day was so great that they ignored the few tabloids that picked up the Instagram post of the Holland siblings, the happy couple, and other members of the cast when they went to dinner to a nice small restaurant.
“Are Spider-Man star and F1’s star Esteban Ocon dating? We have the details from inside sources!”
iii) When they gave us our trophies, and we held them up for our town.
Hungaroring, 2021
Every reporter went crazy when they saw (Y/N) driving a Land Rover with Esteban Ocon as her co-pilot, smiles on their faces as they pretended to ignore the hundreds of flashes capturing their faces through the tinted windows.
They’d been dating for almost two years, but still hadn’t confirmed anything. Of course people knew; everyone involved in F1 and Marvel knew they were official since 2019, and of course their fans were aware they were together after seeing pictures of them together all the time, but no one has managed to capture even the slightest form of PDA between them, which made people still think they were friends… Very close friends.
But there was something about this weekend that made them act more carefree, holding hands when they got out of the car, not caring if paparazzi got low-quality, grainy photos of the showing the tiniest bit of affection.
The actress pecked his lips before he went to his driver’s room to get ready, engineers rapidly approaching him to talk a few things over.
Time flew by and soon she was giving him one last hug and good luck kiss before he got in the car.
“You know, this is pretty dangerous…” Esteban dramatically said, earning a grin from his girlfriend.
“Estie, no.”
“But… I’m your boyfriend. You can trust me!”
“It’s a secret, only a couple more months to go and you’ll watch it. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it more not knowing what’s gonna happen… Plus, I know you’re going to tell Lance whatever I tell you.”
“Is the multiverse theory true?” She was tempted to tell him something, but she always chose against it, having signed too many NDAs.
Just as she was going to answer, Esteban was called to get in the car before the race.
“I love you, Este. Drive safely, okay?” (Y/N) got on her tiptoes and kissed him softly, like it was just the two of them.
“Je t’aime beaucoup, bebé.”
She became accustomed to the roaring of motors, the smell of gasoline and the rush of a pit stop, but that didn’t mean the worried butterflies on her stomach calmed down, she still bit her nails while listening to his radio and watching him overtake his rivals. His parents were the same, eyes not moving from the screen.
But today, it was a different kind of anxiety. She was on the edge of her seat, the fresh coat of nail polish chipped as everyone in the garage started realizing that they were going to win. The first for the team and for Esteban.
She couldn’t stay seated during the last four laps, completely aware that F1 cameras were paying more attention to the Alpine garage, wanting to get the best reactions, and obviously she was there, but she couldn’t care less.
It became real during the last lap, mechanics and engineers running to greet their driver on their maiden win.
Esteban parked the car and got out, jumping right into the awaiting arms of everyone involved, his face was one of pure disbelief, his eyes glassy with unshed tears and shaky hands.
She was holding your phone as his mom and dad went to hug him and congratulate him, wanting to immortalize the moment after so many years and sacrifices. Of course she loved his parents, but she wanted the moment to be over to hug him and congratulate him.
And that’s what happened when he noticed her. He noticed that he didn’t really know how to approach her, knowing cameras were filming their every movement and being broadcasted.
That’s why she took the matters in her own hands. Her hand went to cup his face, his arms found their home on her waist as he lifted her and kissed her. It wasn’t a pretty kiss, they were trying to pour every feeling, knowing words wouldn’t do it justice.
“Babe, I’m so proud of you, congratulations. Shit, I don’t even know what to say!” They laughed and went for another short kiss, people around them cheering.
“You know what a great prize would be?” He asked her, gently placing her back on the ground.
“Not a chance, Estie.”
(YNLN) just posted.
(YNLN): GP winner/king of my heart/love of my life @estebanocon
iv) Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you.
Sadly, Esteban wasn’t afraid to admit he pleaded his girlfriend to show him the new Spider-Man script. He tried to bribe her with silly gifts, gave her the silent treatment. His last resort was to call her out during race weekends.
“Esteban, we are living the last races of the 2021 season and you seem alone, did you girlfriend leave you for Peter Parker yet?” The interviewer asked him laughing, making Esteban smile.
“Yes, she is in the middle of her press tour for the latest movie.”
“I don’t remember many movies creating this level of hype and mystery, do you have any inside details?”
“Don’t even get me started,” Esteban answered, his accent getting thicker. “I don’t know anything, she has kept everything a secret. I’ve pleaded, I even spoke with her co-stars and they told me (Y/N) warned them to not tell me anything! Not even after I offered full-access paddock passes!” Esteban was shooting his last shot to get any information, even if it meant exposing his girlfriend.
“Interesting, Marvel is that good keeping secrets, huh? We hope to see you on the red carpet. Good luck on the race! Esteban Ocon, everybody!”
“You are shameless!” That was the first thing Esteban heard after he picked up the FaceTime call from his girlfriend.
“Oh, you saw it?” He asked her nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a big deal.
“You just have to hang on a couple of weeks and you’ll see it. Babe, I have to be back with the interviews soon, but I was told you can bring a plus one to the premier.”
“Am I not your plus one?” Esteban asked confused.
“Nah, people like you too much now. We can walk the red carpet together, though!”
Esteban smiled at the sight of her perfectly dressed girlfriend. “No, it’s your moment, wouldn’t want to steal it with my perfect height and handsome looks.” He joked, earning a loud laugh from her, his favorite sound.
She was right, time flew by. Now Esteban was admiring as people worked on her dress and makeup. Someone was fixing his hair for one last time before they left the fancy hotel room.
Paparazzi were already lining up outside the hotel, waiting for them. They smiled before the valet got the car. She gave him a weird look, seeing a sports car, very similar to his Alpine car, with no one inside.
“You didn’t think I was going to let someone else drive you, right?” He offered his arm and opened the door for her, helping her with the dress and leaving a kiss on her hand before walking towards the pilot seat.
She couldn’t stop smiling, resting her hand on Esteban’s thigh during the short ride as he expertly drove, eyes not leaving the road to interlace their fingers.
“Chérie… You have one last chance.”
“Esteban!” She stared at him in disbelief.
“Can’t blame a fan for trying.”
Esteban would never tell her, but it was completely worth it in the end. His eyes couldn’t leave the screen for a second, too enthralled by the story being played in front of him, not even noticing the nervous eyes of his girlfriend, she wanted him to enjoy it because, as she found out during the time loving him, he was not exaggerating how much of a fan he was.
She noticed how he didn’t even try to hide the tears and the gasps during the movie, he probably didn’t notice how his grip on her hand got tighter every time a twist happened. Tears were falling freely as he watched his girlfriend on screen, playing what he thought was the saddest scene on modern cinema.
He was the first one on his feet to start the stand-up ovation in the movie theatre. He didn’t care about anything when the lights were turned on, his only worry being softly kissing her lips while people around them were still cheering.
“Shit, I still can’t believe he pulled it off…”
That was Lance, shaking his head and taking a picture with his iPhone to show it at their wedding, knowing that Esteban and (YN) were endgame, even if he made fun of Esteban.
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paris | eo31
"romance is not dead if you keep it just yours"
summary: maybe their family and friends didn't understand all the secrecy of their relationship, but why risk ruining what they had when they lived happier than ever inside of their own bubble?
warning: the absolute fluffiest fluff ever, secret relationship, platonic!reader x mick schumacher, brief mention of alcohol, no big warnings - just here for the ✨vibes✨
pairing: esteban ocon x reader
word count: 3.2k
note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.
french words used: mon trésor = my treasure; mon amour = my love; je t'aime tellement = i love you so much
omg?! cat posting a HAPPY FLUFFY STORY?! yes yes yes, I know everyone, but after last week I think you guys deserved a little sweet, lovey-dovey story haha! what can I say? I love estie bestie haha! I hope you enjoy this one, I loved writing it! (but it's actually 1:30 AM and I have to wake up in like... 5 hours! haha)
masterlist
"Your ex-friend's sister
Met someone at a club and he kissed her
Turns out, it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago
Some wannabe Z-lister
And all the outfits were terrible
2003 unbearable
Did you see the photos?"
No, I didn't, but thanks, though
Paris is unquestionably a city for lovers, said Mary McAuliffe.
And it is indeed the city for all lovers. The romantic lovers, head over heels in love with each other. The soon-to-be lovers, so shy and so scared to reveal their feelings. The inseparable lovers, so consumed by their adoration that they can't seem to keep their hands away from each other. The secret lovers, lost in between discreet touches and memories built in confidence.
Paris is the one place where your heart seems to beat even faster, where your eyes seem to glow a little more, where your head seems to be completely and utterly focused on the idea of love.
Y/N and Esteban were no exception to the rule.
No matter how many times the couple visited the French capital, the two seemed to become magnets, unable to let go of each other, whenever they went to the city of love.
The young woman was combing her long hair in front of the large mirror in the hotel bathroom, towel around her wet body, after taking a shower.
With her eyes locked on her reflection, Y/N didn't even notice her boyfriend's tall frame walk through the door until the driver wrapped his arms around her waist from behind while resting his chin on top of her head.
She smiled at him through the mirror and Esteban responded by placing a soft kiss on his girlfriend's cheek, sending shivers down her spine.
It was amazing how he managed to have the same effect on her since the first day they met two years ago.
It was her best friend's birthday and a bunch of people were gathered at his house, ready to sing happy birthday to the boy. Everyone was taking their seats around the table, Y/N opting to stay tucked away in the corner of the room as she wasn't a big fan of people in general.
"You're Y/N, right?" A familiar face asked her, as he leaned against the wall next to the girl.
"Yes, that's me." Y/N smiled, feeling her cheeks flush as she looked at the Frenchman, immediately feeling an attraction to him. "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are..." She laughed nervously.
"Esteban, I'm a friend of Mick's." The driver introduced himself, extending a hand for the young woman to shake, with a smirk on his face. "I saw you here and recognized you from the pictures. He constantly talks about 'his best friend Y/N' and I had to approach you."
The two stayed there, maintaining eye contact for a few seconds, smiling from ear to ear, until they heard the other guests start singing. They turned towards their German friend, but, in reality, the two maintained their focus on each other, keeping their gaze on each other from the corner of their eyes.
After Esteban expressed his interest in Schumacher's best friend and after much insistence on his part that he had good intentions, Mick ended up giving in and began to arrange more outings involving his two best friends.
Months passed, with Esteban always persistent in trying to build a stronger bond with the girl in the hopes of asking her out one day, but Y/N got ahead of him and she took the first step.
"Este?" She got the driver's attention, as the two of them fell behind the rest of the group on top of the snowy mountain.
"Yes, trésor?" Esteban answered, looking in her direction, the nickname rolling off his tongue as usual.
"What if we had dinner this week?" The girl suggested, a confident smile plastered on her face.
"You mean..." The man hesitated nervously, thinking he might be misunderstanding things.
"A date, yes. Me and you. This Saturday night. My place." The girl explained, reaching her gloved hand into the boy's coat pocket, where she managed to grab his.
Esteban couldn't help but think to himself: my God, I'm falling for this girl already.
I'm so in love that I might stop breathing
Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling
No, I didn't see the news
'Cause we were somewhere else
Things between them evolved quickly, and the two simply became obsessed with each other overnight.
However, Esteban's fame scared Y/N a bit, as she had experienced a lot of the attention that came with accompanying Formula 1's blonde prince to his races and witnessed first-hand some of the hatred that other drivers' girlfriends, that she got to know over the years, got.
And that's why the couple decided to keep their relationship private between them and the people closest to them, even though many of them didn't understand all the secrecy.
No one knew but their friends and family. Even on the driver's team, no one knew who she was in specific, although there were some rumours and speculation due to the noticeable chemistry between the two of them and their occasional escapades to his driver's room when they thought nobody was looking.
The same can be said about the fans. Y/N was a familiar figure in the paddock, especially to Haas' fans as she was a usual member of the German driver's entourage over the years. But that didn't kill their curiosity about who she was, and what connection she had both to Mick and to other drivers with whom she was seen around the circuits.
But the couple couldn't care less. They were happy. The happiest they've ever been.
Esteban gently smoothed his girlfriend's hair away from her neck and placed a romantic kiss on it, making her giggle as he tickled her with his beard.
"Hurry up, mon amour." He told her, continuing to caress her as he spoke. "We have to go. Paris awaits us."
Stumbled down pretend alleyways
Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne
I was taken by the view
The girl dressed quickly, without much effort, keeping her outfit comfortable and discreet: some black sweatpants of her own, an army green hoodie stolen from her boyfriend, a winter Nike jacket on top and a black beanie on her head.
Her partner's look mirrored her own, both opting to blend in with the crowd as just two normal lovers in the city of love. There was no fame, no attention, and no fans.
"You look so cute in my clothes, mon trésor." Esteban complimented the girl, pulling her beanie down further, playfully covering her eyes with it. Y/N slapped his hand away from her face, adjusting herself to the new one, while the Frenchman laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead. "You look beautiful, as always."
Her little heart warmed with her boyfriend's words. He never went a day without making her feel like the most special person in the world, even when she was standing in front of him in sweats, with messy wet hair, and no makeup at all.
"Shall we? I thought you said Paris was waiting for us." Y/N joked, recalling her boyfriend's words. "Enough compliments, let's go, babe."
The girl's fingers intertwined with his and Y/N pulled the driver towards the room's exit as she walked backwards towards it.
Like we were in Paris
Like we were somewhere else
Like we were in Paris, oh
We were somewhere else
After leaving the hotel, the couple stumbled down an alleyway, hand in hand, hidden from the rest of the world, but always with happy smiles on their faces.
Y/N told him all about the latest gossip at her work, the new music she discovered on her Spotify, and her most embarrassing teenage stories with Mick.
And Esteban just listened. His favourite sound was her voice, especially when she told him the smallest details of her routine in an attempt to make him not feel left out due to the distance between them most of the time.
At that moment, they walked through the crowd and not a soul cared who they were. They were just... them. A couple in love among hundreds of others.
A few minutes later, they found a small, empty restaurant and when they saw an older couple dancing in the centre of the room, they decided to stick around, assuming they were the owners and would probably not recognize the driver.
The two entered, smiling at the couple, and sat at the booth in the most reserved corner of the room, picking up the menus to decide what to eat.
The night continued in the best possible way. The food was delicious, the restaurant remained just for the two of them and the old couple continued to sway gently to the French music blaring from the radio, making Y/N, the ultimate hopeless romantic, smile with her eyes half tearing up as she lay her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.
Y/N and Esteban didn't have a care in the world, since Paris always managed to keep their romance just theirs.
Privacy sign on the door
And on my page and on the whole world
Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours
Levitate above all the messes made
Sit quiet by my side in the shade
And not the kind that's thrown
I mean, the kind under where a tree has grown
After finishing their dinner and paying for their meal, the couple left the small establishment and decided to return to the comfort of their hotel room, which was not far away.
The young woman's hand found its home again in the hold of her boyfriend's hand. The girl's gaze sparkled as she studied every detail of the street they passed: the lights, the shop windows, the people, and the flowers on the balconies.
Meanwhile, Esteban couldn't help looking at her as if she had his whole world in her hands. No matter how much time passed, he was so madly in love with her that he almost felt like he might stop breathing at any second.
The driver pulled her closer to him, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders and let out a sigh at the feel of her body touching his. "Je t'aime tellement, mon amour." He said almost instinctively.
Y/N looked at him, with the most sincere and genuine smile, ready to return the driver's declaration of love when the two were interrupted by an unexpected intruder.
"Hey, you!" Upon hearing this, the two immediately moved away, fearing that their cover had been revealed, and the girl continued to walk forward alone while Esteban paid attention to the small boy who approached him. "You're Esteban Ocon, aren't you? You're my favourite driver ever!"
Clearly, little Louis - as he introduced himself before he enthusiastically told his idol all about the races he'd seen - hadn't been up to speed with the latest gossip from the world of Formula 1 and the couple had overreacted, but they were both used to react like this in the rare instances when Ocon was recognized during their secret dates.
Y/N started to slow her pace when she discreetly looked back and saw her boyfriend bending down to take a picture with his fan.
In a matter of seconds, Esteban took the place beside her and the two continued on their way to the hotel, although now there was some distance between them.
It was difficult at times, they admitted. Especially for a couple who couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. But they knew their sacrifice was for the greater good, so they could have the privacy they valued so much.
Almost as if they were communicating telepathically, the two looked at each other simultaneously, though no words were spoken, and Esteban gave her a half smile, making her body relax with the comfort it conveyed to her.
The date might have ended, but the night was still young: it didn't matter where they were because, as long as they were together, they were having the time of their lives.
I'm so in love that I might stop breathing
Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling
No, I didn't see the news
'Cause we were somewhere else
As Y/N walked into their hotel room and started to take off her coat, Esteban gave her a smirk and placed the privacy sign on the outside door handle.
"Now it's just you and me at last, mon trésor." The boy said, approaching his girlfriend and giving her a peck on the top of her pink lips.
The two removed the outfits they were wearing and changed into more comfortable clothes, prepared to continue their night just enjoying each other's company. Esteban put on his pyjamas, and Y/N put on hers, which basically consisted of a pair of dark blue shorts and an Alpine t-shirt from the previous season obviously stolen from her boyfriend's closet.
The girl walked over to the room's mini fridge and took out a bottle of cheap wine that she had bought for them.
"Just pretend it's champagne, Este." She joked as she poured two tall glasses for the two of them to drink from. "Not all of us can be Formula 1 drivers, I'm just an accountant."
The two brought their lips to their drinks, feeling the pleasant taste of alcohol spread through their mouths. Y/N walked over to the window on her side, where she could see the view of the Eiffel Tower, and Esteban wrapped his arms around her, placing his large hands on her stomach and resting his chin on top of her shoulder.
The Tower shone like the brightest star in the sky, hence why Paris was known as the city of lights, and the two maintained the comfortable silence that settled in the room, both taken by the view.
Stumbled down pretend alleyways
Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne
I was taken by the view
Tired, Esteban sat down on the edge of the wide double bed, pulling his girlfriend with him. The two giggled while the Frenchman lay down against the headboard and the girl took the place on top of him, straddling him with one leg on either side of his lap.
Y/N took her hands to his neck, letting her fingers intertwine in his hair, and her mouth joined his in a serene kiss, full of love, comfort and peace.
The connection between the two was simply inexplicable and completely out of this world.
The young woman took the place beside him, removing herself from the top of it and lying down on the mattress, with her head now on his shoulder. Both were looking at their cell phones: Esteban looking for the results of the football matches that had taken place that day, and Y/N checking her Instagram feed without much attention.
Until the girl's phone alerted her to a new message and, after reading it, she fell into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, leaving her boyfriend more confused than ever.
"Mon amour, are you alright?" His voice revealed the smile plastered on his face.
"You won't believe what Mick sent me." Y/N moved her cell phone so that Esteban could read what was sent by the German.
From: Micky
Have you seen the news? Apparently, we are dating AGAIN! 🙄😂
Attached was an image that contained a particular comment left on the last photo posted by Mick, where you could see the two friends in the middle of a snowball fight.
'@f1fan: Mick and Y/N are FOR SURE together, they've been dating for years!! You have to be blind to not see it! 👀'
"Oh my God, are you cheating on me with Mick of all people?!" Esteban pretended to be hurt, with his hand over his heart as if she had broken it. "I expected better from you, Y/N."
The two simply laughed at the rumours, thinking to themselves how comical it was that people were so certain about her supposed love affair with her best friend when she was lying in the same bed as a completely different driver from the grid, who was, in fact, the one who truly owned her heart.
Like we were in Paris, oh
Like we were somewhere else
Like we were in Paris, oh
We were somewhere else
Y/N recalled all the times those closest to them had criticized their choice to keep their relationship a secret and couldn't help but ask about it again.
"Do you think our family is right?" Y/N asked, resting her chin on the Frenchman's chest so she could see his expression. "About how we shouldn't hide our relationship. Do you ever regret it? I mean, not telling the world about us?"
"Honestly, mon trésor," Esteban replied, pushing the hair that hid his girlfriend's face behind her ear. "As much as I would love to scream until my lungs give out that I am the luckiest man alive and that the sexiest girl on this planet is mine, nothing would make me change our relationship."
"So no, I don't regret it." He continued, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Mon amour, we are in Paris. No one here to judge us, or to try to tear us apart. Just you and me against the world, come what may."
I wanna brainwash you
Into loving me forever
I wanna transport you
To somewhere the culture's clever
Confess my truth
In swooping, sloping, cursive letters
Let the only flashing lights be the tower at midnight
In my mind
"You know," Y/N pulled her body closer to his, circling his neck with her arms and leaning fully on the driver's torso. "I swear I just want to brainwash you into loving me forever sometimes."
"I think I should be worried about those words," Esteban teased, earning a gentle pinch from the girl in return. "But to be honest, I think I'm going to love you forever either way, so no brainwashing needed."
"God, we really are corny." Y/N laughed, laying her head over the Frenchman, being able to hear every beat of his racing heart. "No wonder why Mick hates us so much."
We drew a map on your bedroom ceiling
No, I didn't see the news
'Cause we were somewhere else
In an alleyway, drinking champagne
A few minutes went by, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms, again surrounded by the silence within those four walls that protected them from the rest of the world.
Their relationship may have seemed wrong to others, but Y/N and Esteban both knew that their love was the surest thing in their lives.
Their hidden connection completed them, made their stomachs flutter, gave them the motivation to wake up in the morning.
In the bottom of their heart and in the depth of their soul, they kept their best secret hidden from all the evil, all the jealousy and all the judgment.
And maybe they would never tell a soul in the world about their love.
But in the end, they would always have Paris.
'Cause we were in Paris
Yes, we were somewhere else
My love, we were in Paris
Yes, we were somewhere else
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no shaving - Esteban Ocon
Y/N x Esteban Ocon
Theme: Smutish (teasing, touching, not too explicit)
loving Estebans stubble, you hide his razor so he can't shave x
gif by @princemick
word count: 1080+
During the winter break your boyfriend Esteban kept his beard growing slightly, just enough to wear a light stubble. However, right before the first race of the season, he shaved it off, for whatever reason. Luckily, it's growing back rather quickly, and this time, you won't let it happen just yet. That's why you hid his shaving utensils, both of his razors and some cream, right underneath the bed. Now, you're lying on top of the bed, wearing one of Esteban's hoodies and shorts, browsing your phone, when you can hear Esteban looking for his stuff all over the bathroom.
Pressing your lips together to hide a smile, you lift your face just enough to see him enter the room. He's wearing a white shirt, black track pants, white socks, and his hair is messy yet beautiful. Obviously, he's rocking that light stubble, looking even more handsome than usual. Esteban looks at you for just a second, before continuing his search in this room. You watch him open the closets, nightstands, and some of his suitcases before he lets out a long sigh.
"What's wrong?" You say innocently, and he instantly turns around.
"Oh, uh, looking for my razors." He says, running a hand through his messy hair, the back of his head, and right through his scruffy beard, scratching himself gently. "Oh." You say, trying your best to not act suspicious. "I looked everywhere." He says, steadying both of his hands on his hips, with his eyes looking through the room again, in case he might have missed it. Esteban grimaces, one hand now back at his neck, stroking himself tenderly. "I don't wanna go to the store." He pouts, and you put your phone down.
"I mean, you don't have to shave." You shrug, catching his attention. "Mhmm." He eyes you curiously, taking a few steps closer to the bed. "You wouldn't know where my stuff is, would you?" Esteban says, raising an eyebrow, while still stroking his neck. He knows that you love his beard, after all, you told him that a million times during the break, which initially lead him to keep a light stubble. "No." You say, avoiding his eyes for just a second, the pressure getting more and more unbearable. He must know something by now, but you are not that easy to break. As soon as you meet his gaze again, he tilts his head taking another step forward.
"Of course not." He then shrugs, and you know, he's up to something. You bite your lower lip now, trying so hard to keep a serious expression as you watch him walk around the bed, and right up to you. Esteban is now towering over you, looking down, while you prepare yourself for what's to come next. "Are you telling me, or do I need to make you tell me." He growls, his whole body stiffer than usual. The sound of his voice already sends shivers down your spine, with him wearing tight pants, a shirt flattering his well-formed body, and a sly smirk making it even harder for you to not give in.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You chuckle softly, shaking your head in denial. He takes a deep breath and strokes the bridge of his nose. "So, you make me do it." Esteban exhales, turns back to you, and in an instant, he bends down, tickling you. "No, Este." You protest, and at first, you manage to hold him off quite confidently, but he won't let it go that easily. "Look what you make me do." He growls playfully, gets on top of the bed, and overpowers you. "STOP." You giggle uncontrollably, desperately trying to get him off of you, while you feel his hands, his fingers dancing all over your skin. To make matters worse, he even slides underneath your hoodie, tickling you even more.
"Will you tell me now?" He smirks, as you just laugh. "OKAY. Okay. I tell ya." You breathe deeply, and he stops for a moment, waiting for you to stop laughing. For a few more moments, you lie there, breathing deeply, while Esteban kneels on the bed, his body pinning yours down. You turn your head to meet his gaze once again, a sly, satisfied grin forming on his lips before he raises both of his eyebrows. "So? Where is it?" He breathes deeply as well, his voice huskier than before. "Okay." Defeated, you pout. "Under the bed." He licks his lips in satisfaction, bends down, and kisses you, once, then twice.
You embrace his lips on yours, especially enjoying your skin-tingling due to his stubble. "Este." You breathe right into his mouth and steady yourself against his firm chest, feeling his body through the fabric of his shirt. He separates himself just enough for you to still feel his mouth on yours, and just then, you notice the faint scent of his cologne swirling around your nose. "Please don't shave, yet." You say, running a hand across his chest, further up to his neck, letting the tips of your fingers wander through his scruffy beard, causing him to purr contently.
"You like it that much, do you?" He growls softly, closing his eyes for a second while you keep on stroking his neck gently. "Yeah." You pout once again. "Just for a few more days." Leaning in, you kiss him softly, your lips barely brushing over his. "Y/N." He breathes deeply, opens his eyes, and melts into your gentle touch. For a moment, both of you kiss each other, before you feel him using his tongue to slowly spread his delicious taste all over your mouth. At the same time, you run a hand across his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder and harder, pressing against the shirt. Esteban returns the favor by doing the same, one hand on the bed, the other casually sliding under your hoodie again, stroking you lovingly.
Then, he removes himself again, your faces now just inches apart. "I think I can do that." He says, tilting his head again. A smile spreads across your face quickly. "Thank you, Este." You say, running a hand through his beard again, just like before, this causes him to purr lightly. He drops to the bed right beside you, and you turn to meet his gaze. Instantly, he lifts his arm, an open invitation for you to come closer. You move toward him, and he lowers his arm, pulling you into a warm hug, cuddling.
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𝐁𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞
This fic. I feel like this fic ruined my mind. Just watch the lenght. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I like writing it <3 Lemme know what you think and thank u for all the support. I will post PART 2 in a bit. I’m editing it. PROBABLY LOTS OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES I’M SO SORRY. I’LL BE CHECKING THEM AGAIN SOON.
Dedicated to my gurls @diorleclerc @libraryofloveletters @lickmeleclerc <3 Love you kids.
ship: esteban ocon x fem!reader.
summary: Your friend, Esteban, agrees to be your date at your sister’s wedding... with your ex. Things can only get better from there, can’t they?
warnings: weight loss mention. bad language probably. disfuntional family. Ben (my usual readers will get it). tequila mention. probably some grammar mistakes? sorry
word count: +10.1K
PART TWO HERE
FIVE MONTHS EARLIER:
Your mother was incredibly stubborn and if there was one thing she did, it was always on the side of your sister who was the baby of the family and the most spoiled girl you knew on the planet. Your family had money, like a considerable amount, to afford certain luxuries, so usually when your sister asked for something, she got it. Like the destination wedding that she wanted to celebrate in Mexico, because yes, your younger sister was getting married to your ex. What Chloé wanted, Chloé got it. If she wanted a destination wedding, your parents were going to give her one. As if there weren’t enough men in the world to choose from, she had gone looking for the one man you’d ended up with badly. You knew well how their story was since your mother told you whenever she could and defended the questionable actions of your younger sister for leaving with her sister’s (your) ex. Your parents found nothing unusual about it and considered it normal. Chloé had just crossed paths with Ben. How casual and meaningful, like they didn’t know each other before and just met after you and Ben broke up.
You were going to need a date because there was no way in hell that you were going to go alone. You didn’t have a stable relationship, so you thought maybe it would be a good idea to ask Esteban. First, he was the only male friend you had, and taking one of your friends to the wedding would have been pathetic. At least with Esteban, you could pretend he was your date, even if everyone knew you were just friends.
“Este?” you asked once I picked up the phone while checking the Formula One calendar on your laptop.
“Mhm?”
“What have you planned in May between Miami and Spain?” At least the wedding wasn’t in the middle of his season. Maybe if you were lucky, he could tag along.
“For now, nothing, just rest maybe” He sounded like he was running, which he was probably doing judging by the time it was when he went to the gym “Why?”
“Do you think you can make room for me and come to Chloé’s wedding as my date?” You asked him and bit your lower lip.
“She is getting married?” He asked with a gasp that to you seemed surprised but could be from the same training “With Ben?”
“Yes, with Ben actually”
“Really? I thought he was just on a whim of hers.” Esteban knew your sister started dating Ben after you guys broke up, but you both had thought it was a passing thing, another attempt by your sister to be the center of everything. You didn’t come home for the holidays, so you could avoid the whole thing. Was it better to just avoid them? Probably not, but it has worked very well for you so far.
“Me too, but apparently ‘they are in love' according to my mother and going to get married in May in Mexico,” You rolled your eyes “Can you come with me?”
“Sure, send me the details when you can and I’ll save the date,” He replied right away before pausing and speaking again “(Y/N)?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?” He asked as you heard a noise in the background.
“Yes, why wouldn't I?” You asked with a voice that came out a little higher than normal.
“Cause your sister is marrying your ex, maybe?”
“Everything is fine, Este,” you assured him before letting out a sigh.
“If you say so, just send me the details”
“Great” You paused before asking, “Are you training?” Him being in the gym was the only reason you could explain all those gasps.
“Yes, these muscles won’t build themselves”
You let out a laugh at his arrogance “Ok, whatever you say, weirdo, talk to you later, bye”
When you ended the call, at least you felt relieved that you didn’t have to face all that spectacle alone. At least you were going to have fun with Esteban, but you wondered if that wasn’t a terrible idea.
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TUESDAY
That had been a terrible idea. One of the worst you’ve ever had. You were going to go as friends. You had made that clear to your parents many times, especially to your mother, who believed that you were already getting old and had to get married. Despite your clarification, you were not sure that your mother understood that. She liked you going to the wedding with Esteban as your date. You knew she didn't like him as a person. She liked the fact that he was someone “famous” or that had “a certain status”. You were tired of people like that. Ben had “a certain status” and yet he was one of the worst, if not the worst, mistakes you’ve ever made in your life. Yet he had been an idiot who only cared about himself and money even though you thought he had never really had to work in his life living from “running” the family business.
Your mother’s idea that you already had to think about marriage still seemed crazy to you. At 25, you were closer to one-night stands than to marrying someone. However, your mother did not agree, your sister was 22, and she was getting married. Something that kept reminding you ever since Chloé had announced her wedding. Your mother seemed to want to keep poking her finger at it as if it wasn’t enough that your sister was about to marry Ben.
You had gone to Miami with Esteban with the excuse of accompanying him so you wouldn’t have to spend any additional days with your family, especially with “Bridezilla” and “Momzilla” as you had nicknamed your mother and your sister even though you hadn’t spoken to Chloé yet. You and your sister weren’t talking. Ever since she started dating Ben, you had avoided any family events like the plague and you two had never been one to text and call. Chloé was selfish and arrogant. She was the stereotype of a spoiled girl and you blame your parents completely for that, for spoiling her so much and giving her everything she wanted.
Miami had been a good setting to forget everything that was coming your way with the wedding and just relax a bit. Esteban had finished P8 after failing to qualify due to car problems, so after all, he had scored points and it had been a good race after starting last. You spent Monday at the hotel. On Tuesday afternoon, you two took a flight to Cabo San Lucas. You were not surprised by the place they had chosen; it was a luxurious place and all the young people liked to party there.
Feelings of regret didn’t start until you got off the jet and the two of you were walking toward the car that was waiting for you on the tarmac.
“Ok, this was a terrible idea,” you suddenly blurted out, stopping in place halfway to the car.
“Why? We have been friends forever, your family knows me, they like me, everything is gonna be fine,” Esteban replied, turning to see you with one hand on the handle of his backpack that he had slung over his shoulder.
“Nothing is gonna be fine, my sister is marrying my ex,” you moaned, running your hand over your face “And you are going to end up being my object of emotional support all weekend”
“I’m ok with it,” Esteban shrugged, downplaying it.
“Thanks but trust me, I should have never put you in the middle of this” You let out a sigh “This was a terrible idea”
“(Y/N)?” He called you, taking a step towards you
“Yeah?”
Esteban put his hands on your shoulders “Calm down, take a deep breath, there’s nothing you can do about it now, we’re already at the dance so let’s dance”
You let out a moan and rested your forehead on his shoulder “I’m still sorry, I don’t know how you let me do this”
“Because I knew you were going to need a little support,” He replied by rolling his arm around you to stroke your hair.
“Thanks, sorry to freak out,” you replied against him before looking up.
He rolled his eyes “It’s nothing new, you always freak out about something”
You hit his arm “Shut up” You told him before you walked back to the car where a driver was waiting to take you to the hotel.
You sat in the back of the car and Esteban reached out to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb. It was a gesture that came almost naturally to him. Usually, he would stretch out his hand and touch you to let you know he was there. You had to admit that when he did that; he made your mind stop spinning about whatever you were worrying about. You simply stayed looking out the window with Esteban stroking your hand until the car stopped in front of the hotel and he leaned towards you.
“Honestly, I never understood this fad for rich people not to drive. It takes the fun out of it.” He whispered in your ear and you giggled in response. He preferred to take a road trip before having a chauffeur, just to appreciate the beauty of being able to drive himself.
When you got out of the car, you saw that your mother and your aunt were waiting for you on the steps of the hotel entrance. You let out a sigh before walking toward them.
“I’m glad you guys made it, but it took you a while to get here, dear,” Your mother said, moving closer to kiss you on each cheek or at least pretend because she just walked up to you and kissed the air.
“I’m sorry mother, Esteban had a couple of commitments in Miami after the race and we prefer to travel today” You replied before approaching your aunt also giving her two kisses. One on each cheek “Aunt Charlotte” You saw how Esteban raised his brows at you as he approached you. Any excuse was good for not having to deal with all that circus earlier.
“Odette, how are you?” Esteban greeted your mother, approaching to kiss her on both cheeks.
“Good dear, how was Miami?”
“Good, thanks,” He responded with a nod.
“I always knew they were going to end up together,” your mother said, clapping her hands together “Look how adorable you are”
You frowned. You thought you had been very clear with her about Esteban accompanying you as your date, not as your boyfriend “We’re not-“
“Aww, the little boyfriends, how cute,” your aunt added
“Mother, I-“
“I’m glad you finally got over Ben”
You frowned again. Overcome what? Ben was the biggest idiot that ever walked the earth and you hadn’t regretted a minute for leaving him “There was nothing to overcome”
“No need to lie, (Y/N)” Your mother dismissed it "Ben told us how badly you were having it after you guys broke up. I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.”
Had he told everyone that he had broken up with you and that had left you heartbroken? “I wasn’t-" You had to nip your mother’s fantasy in the bud.
“Oh Odette, I think you were misinformed,” You almost thought you were hallucinating when you felt Esteban’s arm around your shoulders “Mon tresór was never happier than when I left Ben,” What was he doing? “No offense to the bride, of course”
“Oh, don’t worry dear, I’ve never seen Chloé happier than she’s with Ben,” your mother replied with dreamy eyes which made you want to roll your eyes. Was she being serious? “I’m glad you two are finally together”
You opened your mouth to speak, but he spoke before you. “It took me a while to realize that what I wanted was right in front of me.” You turned to look at him with your mouth half open as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. What was he doing? Because he was giving your mother wings? Why on earth would he want to say that to her when you were just friends? God, that week was already a disaster.
You gnashed your teeth. Your mother and aunt again, who seemed more than satisfied. You felt sick. You knew they were only looking at the dollar sign and the size of Esteban’s wallet, probably thinking about your wedding with him. Great. That's exactly what you needed. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, mom”
“Don’t worry dear” Your mother put a hand on your shoulders to pull you towards her “at least he’s a suitable match” she murmured although you were sure that she had no problem with Esteban listening.
When your mother let you go and everyone started walking to enter the hotel, he reached out and pulled you towards him. Your head was spinning and you could feel the beginnings of a migraine forming in the back of your head. Everything was a disaster. He didn’t have the slightest idea what he had unleashed. Now you had to think of a story to tell at the next family gathering when everyone asked you what had happened to your boyfriend. Besides, your mother was going to find a reason to talk about how it was a failure for you that you and Esteban had broken up. You could already see it coming already. You didn’t want to deal with that either. It had been enough when you had gone out with Ben.
The four of them got into the elevator while your mother babbled about the details of the wedding. All of that had been a terrible idea. You should have faked being sick last minute and just skipped that whole week from hell. Faking dementia was a good option, too. When they went down to your flat, your mother took the room card out of her pocket.
“I asked for your key at the reception,” she said before opening the door. The room was big enough to have a small living room. Wait a minute, you had asked your mother to reserve two rooms if you weren’t mistaken, had she been up to something?
“When you told me you were coming with a ‘friend’” The quotes your mother made with her hands made you want to roll your eyes “but then you told me it was Esteban I assumed you were wrong to ask us to reserve two rooms”
“Thank you, Odette, this is very nice of you”
You opened your mouth to speak but then closed it again, not sure exactly what to say.
“Have fun kids, maybe not too much,” your aunt winked at them.
“My dear, I’ll see you for the dress fitting in your sister’s suite, yes? The seamstress has to make the final adjustments for you on your bridesmaid dress,” your mother added before leaving, and you nodded in agreement before she closed the door behind them.
Automatically when the door closed you turned to see him “What the hell was that?”
“That was me saving your ass.” He pointed, and you saw red. Did he think he had done you a favor?
“Saving me? Do you have any idea what you started? What am I supposed to tell them after this weekend is over and they ask about you?”
He shrugged. “We will figure it out.” He said it so calmly that you almost believed him. Almost.
“This was a terrible idea” You groaned before lying on the bed with your head buried in the mattress. You wanted to disappear.
“Let it be.” You felt the mattress sink next to you before he ran his hand through your hair.
“Leave it be? Not even a day has passed and apparently, I have a boyfriend,” you groaned.
“Apparently? I’m gonna try not to be offended by that”
You slapped the pillow with your hand before throwing it in his face “Shut up,” you growled “This is all a mess and it’s only Tuesday.”
“(Y/N)?” He called you and you looked up to see him “Don’t worry, we got this”
“Do we? Because for all I know my family believes that we are in a relationship”
He shrugged. “We’ve known each other for a long time, long enough to pretend very well.”
“Do you think so? Because being friends or dating are two very different things”
“We’ll work it out, have a little faith,” he said, and you groaned again.
“I’m going to go face the lions now,” You got up to go to your sister’s room “If I’m worried that I dazzle you, what do I have to say? My exultant beauty or my charming character?”
“Both,” He replied, giving you a wink “And don’t forget to mention that I like your eyes”
Why did that suddenly sound so personal, even though he had meant it as a joke? “Gotcha” You gave him the thumbs up before opening the door “I’ll see you in a bit”
Finding your sister’s room wasn’t that hard. The number was included in the chain mail you had with the wedding planner, your sister, and your mother. When you knocked on the door, you almost missed having the wrong room and not having to be there, but your mother didn’t take long to open it. She had teary eyes and a handkerchief in her hand.
“Everything’s fine?” You asked, frowning and entering the room.
“Look how beautiful your sister looks,” she said, and you turned to see the seamstress kneeling next to your sister, who was admiring herself in the mirror. Her dress fit her well. No point in denying that. Maybe it was a little extravagant for your taste with the lace, the glitter, and the tail, but you knew your sister was all or nothing, so that was her style.
“You look good, Chloé,” you granted her.
“Of course I do,” she answered without looking at you and you rolled your eyes. Yes, she hadn’t changed at all.
“Look at your dress” Your mother took the suit bag to open the zipper. You let out a gasp. In front of you was probably the ugliest dress you had ever seen in your life. Not only was it peach, a color that you thought would flatter no one, but it was also made of shiny satin fabric. Since most of the wedding was going to be at night, you were going to be an orange with the lights and that dress. “Chloé thought she would add a touch for each bridesmaid so they can all have a different dress in the same shade of peach.”
“I see,” you said. You were sure that your sister had plotted something around that and that the dresses of the rest of the bridesmaids, no matter how different they were, could not be so ugly. When you left the bathroom with your dress on, you had to hold it with your hand so it wouldn’t fall off because you hadn’t been able to fasten the zipper from behind.
The seamstress frowned and walked over to you “She’s not a size two,” she muttered, turning to look at your mother.
Your mother looked confused “I was sure so”
“Mother, I haven’t been a size two since I was fifteen,” though to be honest, you weren’t sure you ever were. Couldn’t she just have asked and spared the seamstress the headache and you the embarrassment?
“You should be,” your sister added, now sitting on the sofa having a mimosa after the seamstress finished with her dress.
“The day I want to starve, I’ll ask you for advice”
“(Y/N)” Your mom called you and you rolled your eyes. You were always the one with the problem.
“Well, you know that to be a WAG you need to fit into a size two at least, right?” Your sister was looking for you and you were too stressed to just ignore her.
“I’m not- ‘’ You bite your tongue. How did you know you said you weren’t a WAG either “You know what? Nevermind’’
“And you need style and class, you also lack that”
That bitch didn’t know when to shut up. “You have no brain and look where you are, fuc-“
“(Y/N)” Your mom called you and you let out a sigh. Why did she only scold you?
“Can I take this off?” You asked impatiently, feeling trapped with that dress on.
“I’m almost done,” the seamstress replied, and you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, a little annoyed. Once she was done with the pins, you took off your dress and she promised to have some progress for Thursday. That couldn’t be less important at that moment. The dress was horrible. You were going to look horrible in the photos, but I couldn’t care less at that point.
“How was that?” Esteban asked you when you came back into the room. He was watching television lying on the bed.
“Fine, except the dress fits my little finger.” You rolled your eyes before lying next to him on the bed.
“Can it be fixed?”
“Yes, what cannot be solved is how ugly that dress is”
“That bad?” He asked, turning to look at you.
“It’s the ugliest dress I’ve ever seen in my life,” You stated “I’m pretty sure Chloé did it on purpose”
“Sounds like her? Don’t let her get to you.” He comforted you.
“I know” You blew out a breath before turning around to rest your forehead against his shoulder “Can we order room service and call it for the day?” You murmured against him.
“Yeah sure”
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WEDNESDAY
The next morning, the alarm woke you up. You let out a groan before reaching to turn off the alarm clock before elbowing Esteban who was sleeping face down next to you. Last night they had reached a dead end after neither of you wanted to let the other sleep on the couch so the night ended with you sleeping under the sheets and Esteban sleeping on top of them covered with a blanket.
“Este, wake up” You shook him.
“Whaaaat” He moaned without opening his eyes.
“The schedule says that today we have a trip to the Hacienda Patron,” You informed him.
“Wait,” He said, making a pause before speaking again “Like the tequila brand?”
“Yes, and I think we have to be there in an hour and a half?” You told him, checking the time on your phone.
“Ugh” Esteban complained, settling down “Why did we get up so early then?”
“I thought you might need time to shower and eat something?”
“It doesn’t take me that long to shower, that’s you,” He scoffed, and you rolled your eyes “Wait, does this require a chauffeur again?” He asked, opening his eyes wide.
“I guess” You shrugged.
“I’m going to ask at reception for a car,” he murmured before reaching up to grab the room phone that was on the nightstand next to you.
“Just look at you, you are a delicate flower with demands,” You mocked.
Esteban rolled his eyes “I won't sit in the back of a car for I don’t know how long until we get there, I did that enough when I was a kid, what am I supposed to do? Look out the window?”
“Maybe? Enjoy and not want to be in control of everything always? You control freak”
He dialed it and picked up the phone to dial the reception number “Are you comparing the pleasure of being able to drive with being like an Uber passenger?”
You rolled your eyes “Whatever” You felt how he stretched a little more over you leaving you trapped between his body and the bed “Este?” You felt incredibly strange about that situation. You had him so close that you could smell his scent and you could feel his morning glory against the side of your leg.
“Mhm?”
You cleared your throat “If you go down to the dining room will you bring me breakfast?”
“Yeah sure” he gave you a nod
“And if you move, maybe I can go take a shower” Suddenly you just wanted to defuse that situation and get out of there as soon as possible. The closeness was making you dizzy, and it was too early for your thoughts to wander. You had been friends for a long time and you had never been in that situation before. Especially since friends didn’t do that, and you were friends, you never thought of him any other way.
“I’ll change first so I can go meet your demands, mon tresór” Esteban mocked before moving so you could get out from under him.
You rolled your eyes “I just asked you for breakfast”
“Hi, how are you? I wanted to know how I could rent a car” He said in Spanish into the phone before covering the receiver and turning to look at you “You’re going to ask for more things before we have to leave, don’t worry” He murmured before speaking into the phone again and you slipped silently into the bathroom.
A little over an hour later both were already leaving the hotel. You let out a laugh when you saw the valet parking the car in front of the hotel.
“Are you happy?” You asked him nodding at the car.
“I’m happy yeah,” He told you before smiling at you like he was a kid who just got a candy, you giggled. He could be something more when he wanted to. At least partly you were grateful that you wouldn’t have to listen to him complain for the rest of the trip.
“Do you mind giving me details of why we’re going to this place?” He asked once you put the GPS.
“My dad is a minority shareholder and it’s a private guided tour according to the schedule,” You explained
“I thought your dad was more into wine?” He asked, raising his brows. You have known each other since you were teenagers and Esteban knew that your family business revolved around the world of wine, with your parents owning one of the largest vineyards in France.
“He is, but a few years ago he invested in other drinks,” You shrugged “Investment diversification I suppose”
“And he had to do it the week of his daughter’s wedding?”
“I think it’s an excuse to do some business? Probably including Ben or something.” You shrugged again. “When I was with Ben, dinners with my family usually ended in a business talk with them.” You never could run away too fast from there. Everything always became boring, and it was almost as if Ben was willing to be your father’s lapdog “I think father should be happy that in the end, he is going to be part of the family”
“Yeah, I remember you telling me that your parents weren’t too happy that you broke up.” He pointed at her. “Even though he’s a jerk, I doubt that’s changed at all.”
You let out a laugh “He’s dating my sister of all people in the world, do you think he’s changed?” Esteban had never liked Ben, especially when you were in high school, he had always seemed like a pretentious boy and you couldn’t help but agree with him.
“I think he was always an idiot and always will be”
“You made it clear to me you were right when you told me, don’t worry” When you started dating Ben, Esteban let you know it was a bad idea and he ended up being right.
He frowned, “I’m not happy I was right.”
You raised your brows “Why?”
“It still hurts, and he broke your heart,” He said, turning to glimpse at you before returning his eyes to the road. However, you just stared at him. Why did that statement of his suddenly feel so personal?
“I survived” You shrugged your shoulders before clearing your throat, you didn’t understand why all of that suddenly made you uncomfortable, there was nothing weird going on “I’d say he and Chloé deserve each other but I’m not sure how that happened either”
“Well, they have known each other all their lives,” He signaled
“Yes, but I swear I still don’t understand how all that happened”
“You are jealous?” He asked, raising his brows.
You shook your head “No, leaving Ben was the best decision I ever made and sometimes I wonder why I even dated him.”
“For doing the right thing, your parents wanted you to go out with him so you did,” Esteban shrugged. He had a point. A very good one.
“Well, I liked Ben too.” It wasn’t like you went out with him just because your parents wanted you to. Your parents had seen the money that Ben’s family had and the chances that you would date him and eventually “seal the deal” by getting married.
“Yes, but would it have crossed your mind to go out with him if your parents hadn’t mentioned it?”
You moved your head to the side. Probably not, Ben was too uptight and too arrogant for his good. “I never thought of it that way but probably not.”
“Did you have someone else in mind at the time?”
You raised your brows. What was the question about? You started dating Ben when you were 20, at the time you were focused on college “Honestly no, I just wanted to finish college, I wasn’t thinking of dating anyone”
Esteban nodded slowly before clearing his throat “What’s today’s schedule? Apart from the visit”
“At night we have some welcome drinks, the rest of the bridal party and most of the guests are arriving today” You informed him
“Are we going to drink tequila early? You’re going to get drunk and I’m going to have to carry you back?” He asked turning to the right as shown by the GPS.
“You-” You pointed your finger “It was only once” You complained with a moan.
“Still” He sang in mockery.
“Mother would be delighted if I did that”
Esteban laughed “I always find it funny that you call your mom ‘mother’”
“And what am I supposed to call her?” you asked. raising your brows.
“Mom? ‘Mommy’ when we were kids? You never called her that, I call my mom ‘mom’ as most people do.”
You shrugged “she always made me call her mother”
“It’s so formal it’s fun”
“I’m glad my life is your fun” You rolled your eyes
“Your life seems like a Netflix show, your sister is about to marry your ex and you are attending the wedding as the maid of honor, it seems straight out of a script”
“My life is a Netflix show?” You snorted “Este, your life is a Netflix show” You pointed. Drive to Survive was still a series despite many viewing it as a documentary. It still had a bit of fiction and drama added after all.
“True” He agreed as he drove through the entrance of the hacienda.
“Oh my God,” You moaned “They’re already here” You complained watching how your parents were already at the entrance talking to a man in a suit.
“And?”
“I’m going to have to listen to a lecture on how it’s not proper to be late” You groaned, throwing your head back “Why did I even come in the first place?”
“You’re stressing yourself out over something that hasn’t even happened yet.” He parked, and you glanced at him briefly.
“It’s going to happen, just watch”
You two got out of the car and walked toward your parents. Your mother turned to look at you with a frown before your father spoke.
“Kids, this is Oscar, the farm manager.” You greeted him with a nod and the man returned your greeting before he and your father started walking. A ‘hello how are you daughter’ would have worked also considering that it was the first time your father had seen you since you had arrived.
“Honey, you’re five minutes late and you know that-” Your mom started.
“Being on time is being late, yes, sorry” You cut her off, giving her a tense smile. If you kept clenching your teeth like you were going to be left with none before Saturday.
“I’m sorry, Odette, it’s my fault, we got lost” Esteban interrupted, and you felt how his hand brushed yours before taking it between his in a sign of support.
“Oh dear, see? That’s why I have a chauffeur, once you’re rich you can’t expect to travel like a poor man” Oh God, could your mother be any more snobbish? You felt how his face turned a little red from embarrassment. What need did he have to mention how much money he had or how much Esteban did not have? That was very humiliating.
“So, what are the plans for today?” You responded by trying to divert the conversation and giving him an apologetic scowl. He shrugged before leaning down to kiss the side of your head.
“Your sister and Ben are inside talking to the bartender who’s going to run the bar during the wedding.”
“Are they?” You said feigning an interest that you didn’t have.
“Also, your sister got exclusive coverage of the wedding for Marie Claire magazine.” Your mother informed you.
“She did?” You raised your brows although the news did not surprise you at all, it was something that your sister would do. She wanted to be popular and be on the cover of magazines.
“Yes, what’s wrong with you today?” Your mother asked, frowning at your short answers.
You shook your head “No nothing, I’m surprised she sold the wedding to a magazine, that’s all.”
“Well, it wasn’t free, and it's great publicity for your sister’s career.”
“Good for her” You shrugged. Your sister was a model, but she wasn’t popular, she wasn’t a name that was known but she was an haute couture runway model. You knew Chloé will do anything to change that. She didn’t just want money, she wanted fame too. Having her wedding in one of the most popular magazines in France could help her achieve her goal. Esteban leaned towards you when your mother moved away a little “Why would someone want to have the exclusive of your sister’s wedding?” he asked in a whisper against your ear. The air tickled you and you shivered slightly.
You giggled “She probably paid to be there or Patron paid for their name to go on the article, that’s free publicity.”
“I wouldn’t buy that magazine.” He shrugged.
“So many years being a celebrity and you have learned nothing yet?” You mocked “That doesn’t matter, it matters that they know you”
“I’m not a celebrity”
“Yeah, whatever you say Este” You replied before rolling your eyes.
“Look at him, running with his little legs ready to go suck your father’s stockings” Esteban muttered, following Ben with his eyes as he trotted out of the house to catch up with your father and Oscar that were heading towards the agave fields. Your father was methodical, so you weren’t surprised that he wanted to know in-depth about the brewing process since he was there.
You let out a laugh “Let’s agree that everyone is short by your side”
“Let’s agree that he is an idiot, anyway”
“Ok I will give you that one” You agreed before you entered the house, your sister was with your mother and the wedding planner talking so you just walked up to the bar where the bartender just slipped you two a drink.
The drink was red, so you assumed it had some kind of fruit juice in it. It was a good drink, you had to grant him that “You may be my new favorite person...Mateo” you told him, reading his name and evaluating the content of your glass as you sat on the stool.
“Thank you, miss (Y/L/N)” The bartender replied.
“First day and just like that, I’m left without a girlfriend,” Esteban complained, leaning his arms on both sides of the bar leaving you cornered between his body and the bar.
“I’m sorry but you will have to keep up if you want to keep me,” You told him turning to see him over your shoulders “You better learn how to make drinks” You frowned to see that he hadn’t touched his glass “You’re not trying?”
“I’m driving”
“Did you give up being able to drink the best tequila in Mexico on the whim of wanting to drive?” you complained
Esteban rolled his eyes “You know that I’m going to try them at the wedding anyway, don’t you? Besides, they all taste similar to me,” You heard Mateo gasp.
You turned to look at the poor man that was offended by Esteban’s statement “Yes, I know, I’m sorry, it’s the best I could get”
“Now if I’m offended”
“You can’t say that all tequilas taste the same, it’s like saying the same thing about whiskey or wine” You mocked while Mateo walked away from you two. Not that you weren’t a big drinker either, but you knew the basics about the distilling process of most beverages.
“I didn’t even know there were different tequilas” He shrugged.
“There are, yeah” You replied taking another sip of your drink “It’s like wine”
“Always take any tequila” He leaned a little closer to you and you could feel the brush of his chest against your back.
“Please don’t say that to my father, ever,” You said before your sister stood next to you.
“But if it’s the two lovebirds, they don’t look so lovey-dovey though.”
Esteban clucked his tongue “Are you doubting my love for your sister, Chloé? That’s not nice of you.” You noticed how the engagement ring shone on your sister’s hand and froze when she saw what ring it was. It was the same ring that Ben had proposed to you with after you told him that your thing wasn’t working out. The idiot hadn’t even bothered to get another one.
“Well, she’s always liked doing charity.” Chloé shrugged before looking him up and down. Why did you suddenly feel a pang in your chest? Almost as if out of jealousy? But that wasn’t possible because the two of you were not dating and were just friends. “You’re a nice charity case, to begin with.” You closed your eyes and felt him tense up next to you. What was your family’s need to always let others know they were richer?
Instead of sending her flying like you thought he was going to do, Esteban simply leaned towards you and rested her chin on yours hugging you from behind “Have you not seen her? How could I not be in love with her?”
“Yeah right, don’t you have a line of girls jumping on you?” Your sister raised her brows before turning to look at you “Doesn’t that bother you, sis?”
You opened your mouth to answer her but Esteban spoke before you could say anything.
“Your sister knows that I only have eyes for her, isn't that right mon tresór?” He replied, nuzzling the back of your ear with his nose which tickled you. You giggled at that but your sister probably interpreted it differently because she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever,” She said before turning around and going back to your mom and the wedding planner.
“I’m sorry, she’s so rude” You complained, giving him an apologetic smirk.
“Okay” He assured you, kissing you on the forehead in an attempt to calm you down. Why did that gesture suddenly feel so personal?
“No, she’s not, I’m sorry, she and my mother aren’t very nice and they think money is everything”
“She's not the first person to make fun of that.” The way he shrugged dismissively made your heart clench a little. You know he was much more than that child who used to live in a caravan. That was all that your high school classmates had seen in him, that he was poor and that he had a scholarship at the school where you went. You had seen the ambition in Esteban. How he would do whatever it took to fulfill his dreams, he had always had the goal in mind. Even when he had made it to Formula 3 he hadn’t stopped trying. In the environment where you had grown up, most people had things assured, they were not used to trying or making more effort than necessary.
“There is nothing to make fun of” The effort was much more workable than having money, at least he was a self-made man. No one had given him anything.
“Okay, I know you don’t think so,” Esteban gave you a nod.
About two hours later, you were already leaving the hacienda to return to the hotel.
“God, my feet are killing me” You complained taking off your sandals as soon as you sat in the car
“We have a few hours to rest before nightfall” Esteban replied before there was a knock on his glass.
“Mhm, sorry sir, can I have an autograph? It’s not for me, it’s for my son, he likes Formula One,” A man asked, handing Esteban a notebook and a pen.
“Your son has good taste,” You told him kindly with a smile.
“I prefer Checo but he won’t believe me when I tell him I met a driver in person,” Esteban quickly scribbled an autograph “Thanks” The man thanked before turning around.
“What did you say about not being famous?” You raised your brows as he turned on the car.
“Shut up” He let out a laugh, and you laughed too.
Everything seemed fine. The way back comprised a light talk about the wedding and a review of the schedule for the next few days, the times, and what activities there were. Your sister’s bachelorette party was tomorrow and on Friday you had the rehearsal dinner.
“If we’re going to do this, we need to talk about limits,” Esteban told you before pressing the button to call the elevator. You had already showered, changed, and had a snack before leaving your room again to go to the terrace for the Welcome Drinks. Night had fallen, but the weather was still warm in Cabo San Lucas so it was an ideal night to be outdoors.
“Limits to what?” You asked walking into the elevator when the doors opened.
“We’re supposed to be dating, remember?” He told you pressing the button to go to the terrace “he’s going to take more than holding hands and hitting us all night for people to believe”
“I hadn’t thought of that” You shrugged “I guess so, I trust you so go ahead” You knew there was no problem with having to worry that he was going to cross a line with you.
“Fake it too because it won't work if you look like you’re constipated every time I get close,” He told you and you let out a laugh.
“This was a bad idea, I’m sorry.” You made an apologetic face at him.
“I was the one who got you into this.” He pointed.
“I know why you did it, it’s all good,” You let out a sigh. He just wanted to help you with your family. “Honestly, I don’t think I could have lasted the whole week with my mother talking nonstop about Ben, at least that way I saved myself that speech,” you added before the elevator doors opened.
“Ready?”
“Ready” You replied, slipping your hand into his to go out onto the terrace. You hadn’t been there before but the place had a beautiful view of the beach, the terrace had a bar and a pool plus a couple of tables but most people were standing around chatting in groups.
“This looks like a high school reunion,” you muttered as you spotted some of your old classmates among the guests. You were not surprised, Ben had maintained a relationship with most of them, largely because they were all children of influential families or well connected.
“I was about to say the same thing” He replied and you headed towards the bar. He ordered a glass of wine and you ordered a margarita. You looked around you before taking a sip from your glass. Esteban leaned in to whisper in your ear “You have to relax because you’re so tense that you’re going to split” The closeness made you shiver once more and you wondered why his closeness was causing those reactions in you since that morning.
“I heard you two finally put your shit together,” someone said behind your back and when you turned around, you saw one of your high school classmates approaching you.
“Phillip, how are you, mate?” Esteban answered by giving him a smile that seemed normal but that you knew was a tense smile knowing him. You just weren’t in the mood for social chat so you kept paying attention to his movements, to how he had his arm around your shoulders and had you glued to his side. You tried to listen to him and relax a little. Phillip and Esteban were talking about how his season with Alpine was going. Phillip wasn't a bad boy, he was simply incredibly dumb with only one brain cell but apart from that, he had never been the boy who picked on Esteban for being the scholarship kid who apparently “didn’t fit in” at your private school for being poor. After a while, a couple more people joined in and they were all talking about how the Formula One season was going. It wasn’t something you were interested in discussing so you didn’t bother to feign any interest.
“I’m going to order another one” You murmured to Esteban raising your empty glass, and he gave you a nod before you walked to the bar to order another margarita.
“Hi sis” Your sister greeted you while sliding next to you. If she was calling you ‘sis’, Chloé couldn’t have anything good in mind.
You rolled your eyes. “What did I do to deserve your presence, Chloé?”
“I don’t think you two are dating,” Chloé said. You tensed up and tried not to make any expression. How the hell had she found out? “How much did you pay him to be your date?” She asked. Then you knew she knew nothing, and that she was just trying to provoke you.
“Sorry?”
“Please,” Your sister rolled her eyes “He is a Formula One driver, he must have a lot of girls on him”
“And...?”
“And you were the ugliest girl in your class when he met you,” She said and you rolled your eyes. When you were a teenager, someone saying that to you would have left you crying on the floor, but you had grown up and had too many hours of therapy on you to let that affect you.
“Thank you, sis, I’m glad to know that you hold me in such high esteem,” You said with a sarcastic tone.
“I don’t know why he would choose you over the other girls.” She shrugged.
“I guess that’s a question for him?” you raised your brows.
“How do you deal with that? You pretend to be blind?”
You let out a laugh at how stupid the question was “Are you asking me if he has lovers?”
“Technically, you are not lovers if you are not married”
“We don’t work like that Chloé” You guys didn’t work at all actually because you weren’t together in the first place but your sister didn’t know that and you would not tell her either. She was being a bitch like always and she was just trying to get under your skin. Unfortunately for her, what your sister said stopped affecting you a while ago.
“That’s what you think, sis” You rolled your eyes, she kept insisting on calling you ‘sis’ apparently “But guys like him always work like that” Your sister took the drink the barman offered her before winking at you and walking away.
Your sister’s audacity of assuming that you weren’t enough to be with Esteban bothered you, in the rational part of your mind you knew you were and that Chloé was simply a bitch but deep down you wanted to show her something, prove a point. Suddenly you felt vindictive, you wanted your sister to taste a bit of her poison. You slipped back next to Esteban and, without looking at you, he passed his arm around your shoulders, drawing you towards him almost instinctively. The whole situation was strange but suddenly your mind wandered about how the situation could change if you asked him what you were thinking. On the one hand, you couldn’t think that your friendship would change, but you wanted to prove a point and return some poison to her sister.
You stood on your toes to whisper “Kiss me” in his ear. He turned to look at you strangely and you simply closed the distance between you to place your lips on his. You automatically felt bad for doing it without warning him but after a couple of seconds, he put a hand around your waist to pull you closer to him.
And suddenly everything changed. The air became light and everything around you vanished. As cliche as it sounded, the rest of the party ceased to matter. You didn’t like the feeling; you weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, for kissing your friend. He didn’t feel right and yet he felt so good, so natural. If you didn’t know who you were kissing, you would have thought you had met the love of your life.
“Cut it off now,” Phillip said and the two of you broke apart only to stare at each other briefly before you looked away to take a sip of your margarita. You felt overwhelmed by all the sensations that were going through you at that moment, what the hell was going on? You understood nothing, your head was a mess and you could not coordinate any thought. Why did it feel like kissing your friend? Was he supposed to be like this? Everything was a mess. You saw how your sister was watching them from the corner of your eye and you felt the urgent need to separate from Esteban. The closeness with him was making you a little dizzy, so you slipped under his arm and headed towards the catering table. You took a bite of your canape when Ben appeared next to you with a glass of whiskey in hand. What a cliche. You rolled your eyes. The idiot had always thought a big deal about drinking whiskey, not because he liked it, but because Ben believed that all important businessmen drank whiskey.
“What a kiss,” He said taking a canape for the “You got a boyfriend from what I can see”
You rolled your eyes “You got a fiance who is my sister from what I can see”
“Are you jealous?” he raised his brows
You let out a laugh “I’m not jealous, I think you’re pathetic that’s different”
“It could have been you.” You hadn’t been leg enough to run out of his penthouse the day he had proposed to you because you had broken up with him. You had broken up with him but apparently, Ben didn’t want to take the hint or thought you had broken up with him because he hadn’t given you a ring. It had been a choking slap on his part.
“I’m glad I wasn’t,” You pointed out “Just the thought of marrying you gives me chills”
“You don’t need to lie to me”
The idiot above you believed you were lying to him? “I’m not lying, you are the biggest mistake I made in my life”
“Do you think doing charity is better?”
“You know that he probably earns more in a year than your father’s company does, right?” Why did everyone insist on calling Esteban a charity case? Yes, he had grown up with less income than you but now he had money which should be enough for them to stop treating him that way. They never let him forget his origins. “I would say ‘he earns more than you’ but we both know that you don’t work, Ben and that you’re just an amoeba.”
“I earn the dividends of the company,” He told you, offended by your comment.
You let out a laugh “That’s not working, at least Esteban earned his money himself”
“We both know that he will never be one of us,” Ben pointed out. You also did not believe that Esteban would want to be 'one of you' aka rich children heirs to millionaire companies and family businesses.
“And what is it like to be one of us anymore? Esteban has money but above all, he is a person beyond the money he has in the bank,” You pointed out but you knew it made little sense because Ben only saw the zeros and Esteban’s poor origin.
“Sweet it however you want but he’s never going to belong and you know it,” He finished taking another canape “Your father? He’s never going to want him around” he added before disappearing.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably before walking back to Esteban. If he was your boyfriend, you wouldn’t care what your parents wanted. Deep down you were still a child seeking the approval of your parents, who had always favored Chloé over you. However, you also knew that nothing you did was enough to satisfy the demands of your parents. Almost like you had given up on that.
When you slid back next to Esteban, you noticed he was a little tense, he still put an arm around your shoulders but you noticed that something was not right. He was as tense as a wall. You nuzzled his shoulder gently to get him to look at you, which he did briefly, before turning your attention back to the group’s conversation. What was going on with him?
When the night was winding down you two slipped into the elevator, you were a little tired and the two margaritas you had had hadn’t been enough for you to keep from thinking that Esteban seemed upset.
“What’s bothering you?” you asked once you both got into the elevator.
“Nothing”
“C’mon, give me a little credit, I think at this point I can tell when something is bothering you”
“What were you and Ben talking about?” He suddenly asked, and you frowned.
“Nothing, he was being an idiot as usual,” Was that why he looked like he just tasted something rotten? No, you had never given him any hint of wanting to get back together with Esteban “Is that why you were acting like that back there? I don’t have the slightest interest in getting back with Ben, why would you think that?”
“I don’t know, (Y/N), he proposed to you” You knew something was wrong because he was calling you by your name and not using ‘mon tresór‘ as he was doing since you arrived in Cabo San Lucas.
“And I said no” You clarified in case he had forgotten.
“Yes, but you spent two weeks crying about your break up on my sofa” Well yes, at the time you had thought that it was the end of the world and you had been very distressed but in your defense, you were still too young to understand.
“I was in love” You pointed out, actually at the time you had thought so, but now you knew that what you and Ben had was not even close to being called love “Or at least I thought so” You shrugged “Now I know that wasn’t even close to love.”
“Why now?”
“From what I can see from a distance, I don’t know what it was but I guess in the end, I didn’t even like him.” Esteban had been partly right earlier when he’d pointed out to you that your parents had practically pushed you into Ben’s arms because You were used to wanting to satisfy your parents’ opinion.
“Don’t lie to me, I had to pick up the pieces, remember?”
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, I don’t have the slightest intention of going back to Ben, especially now that he’s going to marry my sister.” It would be pathetic if you went back to a man who left you, left with your sister, and then returned to his arms.
He let out a sigh before the elevator doors opened, you walked in silence down the hall to your room and once you were inside, he spoke again “If he wasn’t with your sister, would you go back with him? “
What-? What kind of question was that? “Este, that’s a tricky question” You snorted.
“It’s a very simple one, would you go back to Ben if he wasn’t with your sister?” You stared at him and he held your gaze. The look on his face told you that Esteban was talking dead serious.
“No, I wouldn’t” You answered finally. What was his attitude due to? That Ben had approached you? That wasn’t even your fault.
“You hesitated” He signaled but before you could speak he crossed his arms and cut you off “What did Chloé tell you?”
“Nothing, she was being a bitch like always, trying to tell me you have a lot of girls around and that kind of thing” You shrugged “Trying to make me feel insecure”
“Why did you even come if you know they are gonna drag you through the floor?” He asked, and you looked at him as if the answer was obvious.
“Cause it’s my sister's wedding”
“A sister that doesn’t like you,” He said, and you got angry at the asshole attitude he was having with you. You didn’t think you would have done anything to deserve that.
“That’s not my fault,” You answered “I still have to show up”
“Why? Cause there is some protocol or something like that says so?” Was he making fun of you? He always talked about how you felt you had to do the right thing but not attending the wedding had never been in your plans, as much as you didn’t want to, you had to.
“Cause it’s the right thing to do”
“I get it, you don’t like to disappoint people but at some point, you need to stand up for yourself,” Esteban pointed out “You went out with Ben because your parents wanted you to and they thought he was the right guy for you but at attending this wedding are you looking like you have no problem with this if you know everyone must talk about the scandal behind your back?”
Was he trying to psychoanalyze you? “I know but why are you telling me this? Are you trying to make me feel bad?” You asked in a whisper and saw his expression change. You noticed a little regret in him but it was too late, now you were angry and sad. The worst combination he could get from you.
“I-“
“I don’t want to hear it, seriously, save it,” You said walking towards the door “I don’t know what’s wrong with you but I did nothing to deserve you to be so cruel to me” You added before leaving the room with a slam.
What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he acting like this with you? You understood that sometimes friends had to tell the truth no matter how much it hurt but you believed you had done nothing to deserve that attitude from him. Why hadn’t Esteban said no when you asked him if he could come with you? He could have passed by and you probably would have come alone. You took a walk on the beach before returning to the room a little later hoping he was already asleep; the lights were off when you arrived. You changed in the bathroom before slipping under the covers. He was still sleeping on the blanket respecting the agreement they had made the day before. You realized after a few minutes of trying to sleep that he wasn’t asleep because his breathing wasn’t steady, nor coordinated. You turned in bed to turn your back on him, was that the end of your friendship?
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Of Roomates and Revenge
Lewis Hamilton x fake girlfriend!Reader
Featuring Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, and Nico Rosberg
Summary: in which your search for a free place to stay leads to helping one half of Brocedes live out his petty fantasy for revenge … and falling in love while doing so
Cat and Apartment Sitter Needed (Monaco)
Compensation: €1500/week plus all the Red Bull you can drink
I’m a world-traveling young professional who is rarely home. My two beautiful and rambunctious bengal cats need someone to stay with them in my Monaco apartment whenever I’m away for work.
The ideal candidate will be an experienced cat person who is prepared to deal with a lot of energy, chaos, and shenanigans from these two little terrors. They knock everything off every surface, wrestle at 3am, and will likely attempt to smother you while you sleep. If you can handle that, we’ll get along just fine.
In addition to caring for the cats, you will need to keep my place relatively tidy (i.e. no crushed Red Bull cans or fast food wrappers everywhere), collect any packages or mail that arrives, and randomly turn a few lights on and off every evening so the neighbors don’t get suspicious.
The position is ideal for a mature student, digital nomad, or someone between living situations who wants an amazing place to stay for free in one of the world’s hotspots.
Drop me a line if you think you can handle the cats from hell and wouldn't mind living in a 230 m² penthouse apartment with a private terrace, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a badass view of the Mediterranean. Preference goes to non-smokers who follow directions well and won’t throw ragers when I’m gone.
Send a brief intro, your experience with cats, and a couple photos attached. Urgently need someone for various stretches starting mid-February.
Do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers.
Live-in Cactus Caretaker Needed (Monaco)
Compensation: €1000/week, free snacks, and you can play my Xbox
I’m a young dude who’s rarely home because of my job that involves a lot of international travel. I have a single cactus plant that I promised my mum I would keep alive until she visits again. The thing is ... I have absolutely no idea how to care for plants. Like, I nearly killed it the first week by forgetting it existed.
What I need is someone responsible who can essentially live in my swanky Monaco apartment whenever I’m gone and keep my tiny cactus friend alive.
Duties would include:
Watering the cactus like ... once a month? Twice a month? I don’t know how often it needs water
Not letting the cactus die in any other way (pretty sure they need sunlight too … I think)
Keeping the place tidy (I’m a bit of a mess)
In return, you’d get:
A sick apartment all to yourself with a stunning view, giant TV, and full kitchen (please for the love of god be careful in there ... I almost burned the place down trying to make a grilled cheese once. Seriously, I'm not exaggerating. I almost went up in flames over a silly sandwich. If you can't even operate a microwave, we may have problems. There’s only room for one idiot like that in Monaco — and it’s me)
Unlimited snacks/drinks from my well-stocked pantry
Free rein over my gaming setup (just don’t break anything)
First dibs on any events/reservations I can’t make
The ideal person is responsible, shows they can follow basic instructions for cactus care, laidback since you’ll be alone a lot, and trustworthy enough not to wreck the place or throw illegal parties. Having a green thumb would be great, but frankly if you can manage not to kill the one plant, that’s good enough for me.
Send a brief bio about yourself and your qualifications as a cactus/housesitter if interested! I’m gone quite frequently starting in February so could use someone ASAP.
No scammy offers or soliciting, please!
Roommate Needed to Drink Wine and Listen to My Woes (Monaco)
Compensation: Free rent in a nice apartment, plus all the wine you can drink
Are you a good listener? Do you enjoy dry red wines and occasional bouts of tears and venting? If so, I’ve got the perfect living situation for you!
I’m a youngish guy with a high-stress job that involves a lot of traveling. When I’m home in Monaco, I tend to unwind by polishing off a couple bottles of nice Bordeaux or Burgundy while complaining about work, my colleagues, and my rival who is giving me really mixed signals.
What I need is a roommate who doesn’t mind a little drunken blubbering here and there.
You’ll get:
Your own bedroom in my spacious 2BR/2BA apartment in the La Condamine district
Rights to my kitchen, living room with large TV, piano, and music recording equipment
Access to the building’s pool, sauna, fitness center, and lounge areas
As much wine as you can drink (and more)
In exchange, you’ll be expected to:
Listen to my periodic rants and rave sessions without judgement
Preferably nod along or offer supportive-sounding feedback like “Yeah, that’s really tough man” or “Wow, they sound terrible”
Refill wine glasses as needed
Maybe rub my back or pat my head if I’m really going through it
The ideal candidate is a decent human being who can empathize with the high-pressure struggles of a young professional trying to make it in a cut-throat career.
You’ll need a decent amount of free time and lots of patience. Prior experience as a life coach, therapist, or sympathetic drinking buddy is a plus.
If you can handle crying guys after a few too many glasses of Châteauneuf-du-Pape, inquire within! Include a little about yourself and why you would make a good non-judgmental wine friend. Merci!
Expand Your Search? Similar Opportunities:
Impartial Referee Wanted for Parking Lot Brawls (France)
Compensation: €400 per event
Two athletic young men in their late-20s are looking for a level-headed third party to oversee and officiate their semi-regular parking lot boxing matches. Yes, you read that right — we’re talking straight-up fisticuffs in the back alley behind the Circuit Paul Ricard.
A little background: We’ve been frenemies/rivals since we were kids — constantly competing in friends, employment opportunities, you name it. There’s a healthy amount of hatred between us that simply can't be resolved through words alone. Every few months, we feel the need to just take out our pent-up aggression on each other's faces.
Up until now, it’s been an unregulated shitshow with no real rules or oversight. We’re looking for someone impartial who can:
Set some fair ground rules around where/how we can strike
Ensure no prop weapons get involved (last time he tried to scalp me with a wrench)
Officiate and declare a winner once one of us is knocked out or quits
Ideally have some basic first-aid skills in case of a nasty cut or broken nose
We will pay €400 cash at the start of each bout. You’ll get a free show of two extremely fit dudes wailing on each other until there’s a clear victor.
Loser exits with his tail between his legs, winner gets to gloat for the next couple months until we run it back.
If you can be a neutral third party and aren’t squeamish about a little blood, send us your info with some details about yourself and your experience resolving conflicts (legally or not). First come first served — our next fight is tentatively scheduled for mid-May!
No flakes or perverts, please. Serious connoisseurs of violence only.
P.S. Don’t be scared to give out penalties (one of us is used to that)
Actor or Actress Needed to Annoy Ungrateful Ex-Friend (Monaco)
Compensation: €2700 per week, free luxury accommodations
I’m a successful guy in my late 30s looking to hire someone to pretend to be my significant other for a few months. Before you get the wrong idea, let me explain ...
I had a major falling out with a former best friend who stabbed me in the back years ago. We live in the same apartment building, just one floor apart.
I’m trying to show him how amazing my life still is without him … and maybe make him jealous in the process.
That’s where you come in. I need you to move into my penthouse temporarily and act as my gorgeous new boyfriend/girlfriend.
Your main duties would include:
Loudly introducing yourself to said ex-friend by knocking on his door and being line “Hi, is [insert my name] here?” Then pretend to be embarrassed and apologize when he tells you that you’re at the wrong apartment
Hang out in the hallway near his place and have very loud fake conversations detailing our imaginary passionate nights together (rated R)
Post cringy coupley photos on your social media of us dressed up going out, cuddling on my yacht, etc
Ideally you’re an aspiring actor/actress or just a really convincing liar. Being somewhat loud and dramatic is a plus. You’ll need to be willing to play along if my petty ex-friend tries to confront us.
In return, you’ll be living in a lavish penthouse with all the amenities for free. You’ll have your own private suite and can hang out on the oversized balcony, by the pool, or in the media room when you’re off the clock. Might also be able to introduce you to some high-profile people if you’re trying to network.
Oh, and my bulldog will provide plenty of cuddles.
If you can pull off a remarkably realistic fake partner act and aren’t afraid of a little light deception, hit me up! Please include a couple photos plus a bit about yourself and your acting experience. Aiming to start mid-April.
I’m an equal opportunity employer — girlfriend, boyfriend, nonbinary partner, you name it. All genders welcome to apply for the role if you’ve got what it takes! Only preference is that you have especially luscious hair … for reasons.
No weirdos please.
Hi,
Okay, I have to admit — your ridiculous request to hire a fake girlfriend to make your ex-best friend jealous is quite possibly the pettiest thing I’ve ever heard. And I absolutely love it.
I’m literally the perfect person for this role. Petty vengeance is my middle name (well, not really, it's actually Y/M/N ... but you get the idea).
A little about my qualifications:
Took some theatre electives in university so I can really sell the dramatics
Lots of experience putting on an Oscar-worthy performance faking ... well, you know ... thanks to my douchebag ex-boyfriend who couldn’t be bothered to learn how to pleasure a woman 🙄
Not afraid to get LOUD and will happily reenact our “passionate nights” at earsplitting volumes in that hallway
Can pull off playing dumb if your friend tries to interrogate me about you (“Oh [whatever your name is]? Yeah he’s just the best at ... stuff”)
No shame in my pettiness game — I once spent my weekly paycheck on a Cameo just so an ex’s favorite celebrity would call him a dingleberry
In terms of looks, I’ve been told I have just the right amount of “hot” to make your poor pal jealous without it being too unbelievable. I’m attaching a few photos for reference.
Let me know if you want to meet up for a glass of wine and we can workshop some juicy storylines for our imaginary romance. Perhaps I was a former fling you rediscovered? A hot younger thing giving you a new lease on life? The possibilities are endless!
I’m a pro at faking it, so selling our relationship will be a piece of cake. Your ex-friend will be bright green with envy by the time I’m through!
Let’s make him regret the day he double-crossed you, babe.
Cheers,
Y/N
r/offmychest
u/NotBritneySpears · 16h
My ex-best friend’s new girlfriend is the WORST!
I really need to get this off my chest. My upstairs neighbor’s new girlfriend is, without a doubt, the most insufferable human being on the planet. She’s loud, obnoxious, and seems to take immense pleasure in tormenting me for some reason.
A little background: I used to be really close friends with my neighbor. We had a big falling out a while back over ... well, it’s a long story. We don’t talk anymore and there’s a lot of resentment between us. Clearly the universe is trying to get back at me now with this new girl.
This chick has made it her personal mission to give me a play-by-play account of every single intimate encounter she has with him. And I mean DETAILED accounts. The other day I was just trying to enjoy my morning coffee and I hear her incredibly shrill voice from right outside my door:
“Oh he was an ANIMAL last night! The things he did with his tongue, I thought I was going to pass out!”
Like, seriously? Keep it to yourself, weirdo! That’s just the tame stuff too. Sometimes she’ll go into pretty graphic detail describing body parts and positions that I really didn’t need a mental picture of.
Here’s the thing — she quite obviously positions herself to be as close as possible to my apartment without actually trespassing — I mean, she doesn’t even live on my floor for god’s sake! So every word comes through crystal clear. I’ve confronted her about it a few times and she just plays dumb, like:
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry if I was being loud! We just get so carried away sometimes, you know how it is,” with this stupid ditzy valley girl voice and hair toss.
I don’t know if my former best friend put her up to this or if she’s just a massive troll in her own right. But it’s like psychological warfare at this point. Literally ANY time I’m home, I have to listen to her yap about their Sex Olympian-level escapades.
My wife even heard them once and thought I was playing porn at an insane volume! She doesn’t believe me that it’s just this deranged lady running her mouth constantly.
I’m half-tempted to start recording her rants and blast them back at full volume to give them a taste of their own medicine. Or maybe start describing lurid details of my own (admittedly not quite so colorful) sex life in retaliation.
I don’t know, maybe I’m being oversensitive. But living under these two insufferable assholes is a waking nightmare. I need to move or something because this is massively affecting my peace of mind. Who knows if they will ever get bored of tormenting me and move on.
Rant over. Thanks for letting me vent about the neighbors from hell.
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u/chronicgossiper · 12h
Damn, that sucks man. Your neighbor and his gf sound like immature assholes trying to get a rise out of you. I’d look into noise complaint options or even see if you can get them evicted for harassment.
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Reply to u/chronicgossiper · 11h
Seriously? You really think the landlord would evict someone over this? It’s not like they’re blasting music at 3am. Sounds more like passive aggressive pettiness than anything illegal.
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u/chronicgossiper · 10h
Idk, having to listen to people loudly describe their sex acts against your will seems like it could qualify as harassment or creating a hostile environment. Worth exploring at least if they won’t stop.
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u/NotBritneySpears · 9h
Eviction isn’t really an option here since we all own our apartments and there’s no landlord dictating that. It’s not that type of building.
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u/nosyandproud · 8h
Did your former friend move into that building first or did you move in knowing he lived there?
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u/NotBritneySpears · 7h
He was there first, I bought my place a few years after him when I could afford it. Never expected he'd pull something this childish.
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Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 6h
So you willingly moved into the same building as your ex-best friend that you aren’t on speaking terms with? That’s just asking for drama, dude.
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u/NotBritneySpears · 5h
It’s a great building in an amazing location. I wasn’t going to not pursue the opportunity just because he lives there too. It’s a big place, I didn’t think we’d be running into each other much.
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Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 4h
Still seems like a weird decision to willingly insert yourself into his orbit like that if the relationship was so fractured. Probably should’ve seen some fallout coming.
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u/nosyandproud · 3h
Yeah exactly, why would you move somwhere your ex-friend lives if you two clash that much? Kinda put yourself in this situation.
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u/NotBritneySpears · 2h
Okay, let me be clear — he and I were best friends for over a decade before we had a colossal falling out a few years ago. We’re not just some casual ex-buddies who don’t get along. We were legitimately very close for most of our lives until things went nuclear between us. When I decided to move into the building, our friendship had been over for a while already. I really didn’t anticipate he’d take things to this vindictive level years later. I’m not going to miss out on my dream home just because of what happened between us.
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Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 1h
This is getting juicyyy, do tell about what caused the falling out!
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u/NotBritneySpears
Not really trying to dredge up old drama, that’s a whole other can of worms. The girlfriend situation is annoying enough as is.
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Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 51m
Fair enough, you gave context. Still think you two need to have an adult conversation about boundaries. Purposely trying to loudly narrate their sex life at you is unhinged.
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r/relationships
u/yourusername · 19h
I’m catching real feelings for the guy who hired me to be his fake girlfriend to get revenge on his ex-friend ... help?
Buckle up folks, because I’ve got one hell of a tangled situation to unpack here. This is going to be a long one.
About a month ago, I responded to this Facebook Marketplace ad from a guy (let’s call him L) looking to hire someone to pretend to be his new girlfriend. The goal was to make his former best friend/downstairs neighbor jealous after a brutal falling out between them.
I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous. But the benefits were good and I’d be living in his insane luxury penthouse in Monaco rent-free. More importantly, I really vibed with L’s pettiness and desire to get deliciously pathetic revenge on his ex-friend. My last boyfriend was the actual worst, so I was absolutely here for any slightly insane Karen antics.
Anyway, we hit it off immediately at the “audition” over drinks. L is brilliant, successful, gorgeous, and fucking hilarious in a sarcastic, unfiltered way. We both have a wicked mean streak and frankly get off on emotionally messy situations. It was like looking into a mirror — two beautiful trainwrecks finding each other in the wreckage.
From night one, we had crazy chemistry. The back-and-forth banter was electric, we finished each other’s sentences, etc. I felt so comfortable around him despite the bizarre circumstances. I assumed it was all fun and games to toy with his former best friend.
But over the last few weeks of loudly chronicling our “sex marathons”!outside said ex-friend’s door and doing phony coupley things around the city, I’ve realized my feelings are ... complicated. L and I CONNECT on a deeper level, in addition to just being partners in crime. We’ll be tangled up watching movies and he’ll make some perfectly timed quippy comment that has me cackling until my abs hurt. Or we’ll get deliriously wasted and end up baring our souls about our upbringings, dreams, fears — everything.
I’ve never been so open or comfortable around someone before. Our walls are gone. And the most messed up part? Some small, perverse part of me loves the strange intimacy we’ve manufactured through this farce. How much closer can you get than meticulously co-creating a fictional relationship?
In the beginning, I think we were both just in it for the laughs and pettiness factor. But something shifted for me recently. One night we were drunkenly rehearsing how I was going to describe our latest imaginary tryst to his ex-friend and ... I don’t know, I couldn’t stop staring at his lips while he was talking. His face was so close to mine and I felt breathless. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to ditch the script and really kiss him. I had to physically stop myself from lunging forward.
Later, when I went back to my room, I was hit with a crushing wave of realization — I have actual romantic FEELINGS for this basketcase who hired me to play-act as his girlfriend! What the actual fuck?
Guys, I’m in too deep. How did I let this happen? L is technically still my employer and this whole operation has an expiration date. His former friend is already growing visibly annoyed, so Phase 2 (feign a dramatic breakup, I move out, L moves on with his life) is likely coming up very soon.
Do I just bury my feelings and end this gig without saying anything? Do I risk the humiliation of confessing my heart to someone who was only pretending to want me around? Or should I just go for it and make out with him next time we’re tangled on the couch? I’m spiraling here!
The pettiness that brought us together may also tear us apart. Or maybe I’m just a sad clown who read too much into a fake relationship. Someone slap me with a reality check, please! I need perspective from the outside.
Tl;DR - Developed legit romantic feelings for the guy who hired me to be his fake girlfriend as part of his weird revenge plot. Not sure if I should come clean, keep it professional, or start actually making out with him for real. This was NOT part of the deal!
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u/judgingloudly · 18h
Oh honey, you are in a MESS. This is like a bad romcom plot but IRL. I think your only real option is to fess up and tell L how you’re feeling. Contrary to popular belief, the fake dating trope doesn’t always have to stay pretend!
If he doesn’t feel the same way, at least you put it all out there and can move on with some dignity intact. But who knows — from how you describe the crazy chemistry and connection, he might feel relieved you said something first! Don’t let this fire burn out without taking your shot. Oh and definitely keep us updated, I’m invested now!
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Reply to u/judgingloudly · 17h
I agree with this take. You already acknowledged you’re in too deep emotionally. Might as well put those cards on the table and let the chips fall where they may. Shooting your shot is always better than letting the “what if” eat away at you forever!
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u/livefordrama · 16h
I’m sorry but I simply must ask — how did you land a gig like this? And does he happen to have any more openings for a fake girlfriend? Asking for a friend …
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u/yourusername · 15h
Honestly it was a random Facebook ad looking for exactly this — a girl to move in and fake date this guy to drive his feuding neighbor up the wall. I applied semi-joking but he picked me!
As for openings, not that I know of ... yet. I may have to quit soon depending how this all plays out, so will keep you posted if my spot opens up!
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Reply to u/yourusername · 14h
Omg please do! I would 100% take on a role like this, it sounds like a total riot.
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u/unpaidtherapist · 13h
Girl, I think you already know what you have to do here. Is keeping things professional and never admitting your feelings really an option at this point? You’re clearly enamored with this guy and he seems to reciprocate the intensity at least platonically so far. I say GO FOR IT!
Just pull him aside one day, say “hey this isn’t just an act for me anymore, I really like you and need to know if there’s a possibility for us or not.” If he’s as caught off guard and freaked out as you’re implying, a direct conversation is needed to get those cards on the table. Don’t die wondering “what if?” That’s my advice.
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u/everydayopportunist · 12h
This is so wild, I’m living for this drama! Seriously might need to pursue some similar gigs myself, apparently that’s where all the romance happens these days 😂
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u/devilsadvocate · 11h
I’m sorry but I have to go against the grain here — please do NOT make a move or confess any feelings! This guy hired you for a very specific job under very specific pretenses. Catching real feels was not part of the deal at all. Selfishly throwing that at him out of the blue would be so unfair after he opened his home to you. I worry he could feel betrayed and violated even if he did secretly like you back.
My advice? Give it a few weeks, see if these feelings persist or if it was just a passing crush brought on by the intimacy you’ve found yourselves in. If it’s still intense after cooling off, then maybe consider looping him in. But don’t go nuclear until you're absolutely sure. You could risk imploding a good work situation and friendship over a temporary infatuation. Tread very lightly!
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Reply to u/devilsadvocate · 10h
I’m with this take, OP shouldn’t jeopardize her living situation if her feelings might be fleeting. Taking a step back and giving it more time could provide clarity. It’s easy to get caught up in the fantasy.
The more prudent move is to wait until the “job” wraps up before considering opening that can of worms. If feelings persist minus the contrived closeness, she’ll know it's real. But springing it on the guy now seems wildly unfair and could blow up in her face.
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r/AmITheAsshole
u/veganGOAT · 15h
AITA for turning down my fake girlfriend after she admitted feelings, only to want her back days later?
I think I may have tremendously fucked up in a spectacularly messy way. Let me walk you through the tangled web I’ve woven ...
A couple months ago, I (39M) hired this woman to essentially move into my apartment and pretend to be my new girlfriend. I know it sounds batshit crazy … but I was trying to make my ex-best friend/neighbor jealous after a bitter falling out between us.
She was the perfect partner for this ruse — sarcastic and spunky, with a hint of unhinged energy. We bonded instantly over bottles of wine and throwing deliciously overblown “loud sex” performances in the hallway to drive my ex-friend nuts. What was meant to be a transaction quickly bloomed into a legitimately fun, effortless friendship.
Soon after, we started having real sex. It sort of just … happened, albeit very awkwardly at first. Like “well this is weird, want to try it for real just to see?” And what do you know, we had insane chemistry between the sheets too! We were soon sleeping together nearly every night, always swearing afterwards that it was “just for fun” and didn’t mean anything more.
But I started catching feelings. She was hilarious, confident, beautiful — everything I could ever want in a partner. We had connected on a deeper level through the medium of batshit pettiness. And our physical intimacy only amplified that bond.
Cut to a couple weeks ago. We had just finished a particularly athletic round and were cuddled up, spent. Out of nowhere, she pipes up nervously: “Hey … I think I’m really falling for you. I don't want this to just be sex or games anymore. I want to really try being together.”
I froze. The words I had been longing to hear suddenly terrified me in that moment. My throat clenched up as a wave of panic crashed over me (yes, I’m well aware of how stupid this was in hindsight). After an agonizing pause, I managed to choke out: “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. This thing between us was only ever supposed to be fake. I don’t think of you that way.”
I could actually see her face crumble. She quickly mumbled “okay” and slid out of my bed, wrapping a sheet around herself to cover her dejection. I swear I heard muffled sobs through the wall once she was back in her guest room. I felt like a piece of shit.
The next few days were some of the most awkward, brutal tension I’ve ever experienced. She was now acting like a scorned woman just doing her job, no intimacy whatsoever. We could barely make eye contact.
It took seeing her so closed off, so cold, for me to realize how much I desperately missed her warmth, humor, friendship. How much I longed for the easy intimacy we once had, both emotional and physical. I tried a few times to apologize or explain myself, but she brushed me off — utterly walled off to protect herself.
After days of wrestling with my suppressed feelings, I realized that I was in love with this wonderful woman. Hiring her as a fake girlfriend was one of the best things I had ever done because it brought her into my life … and now I didn’t want to let her go. She was becoming my person, even if she had started out as a farce.
But here’s where I really need some impartial perspective — AITA for freezing up and rejecting her confession?
I didn’t meant to tank her feelings so callously. I think I just ... panicked in that moment. The idea of committing to a real relationship terrified me in ways I didn’t expect. My career keeps me constantly on the go, always jet-setting to the next thing. Could I really give a romance the time and energy it deserves right now?
Part of me also felt massively conflicted about the circumstances. I’m literally paying her to pretend to be my girlfriend as a sort of ongoing petty revenge. If I admitted I wanted to actually date her, wouldn't that blur consent lines in some messed up way? Like, is she just going along with it because she’s on the payroll?
I know these both sound like flimsy excuses, but they were very real fears racing through my mind in that moment. Fears that made me impulsively reject her, despite how utterly gone I was.
Now, days later, those same hangups don’t seem so insurmountable. Maybe she and I could make something work, travel schedules and all. And if she reciprocated feelings, it would be a starting point — not her just placating me for a check. We could rip up the old arrangement and start fresh.
But I haven’t confessed any of this to her yet out of gut-wrenching cowardice. She’s still giving me this cold, professional shoulder. I don’t know how to begin recanting my idiotic reaction and opening up about the REAL reasons I panicked — the commitment fears, the moral dilemma, all of it.
Part of me wonders if I even have the right to try and pursue things with her at this point? I absolutely shattered her feelings for my own hangups just days ago. AITA for potentially stringing her along further by trying to retroactively take it all back? Maybe I’ve missed my window and should just let this phase of my life be over before it gets even more painful and messy?
Ugh, I’m rambling now. The crux is — AITA for how I recklessly rejected her in that moment? Do I even have a right to try and make amends after that thunderous fumble? Or should I just take the L, chalk it up to collateral damage of being in the world’s most messy pseudo-relationship, and move on?
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u/juryofone · 14h
YTA, but only because you handled the initial rejection in the worst way possible. Your reasons for hesitating are somewhat understandable. But you really dropped the ball in communicating that to her in the moment.
Instead of calmly explaining where your headspace was at, you just blurted out a kneejerk rejection that crushed her feelings. No wonder she went ice cold — that had to sting like hell! If you had taken a breath and talked it through with more nuance, maybe you could’ve reached an understanding.
The good news is, you’ve now realized how much you DO want this woman in your life as more than a pretend romance. I don’t think you’re an AH for having those feelings or wanting to pursue her again, provided you make a sincere, thoughtful effort to apologize for your tactless approach before.
My advice? Explain the real reasons you froze up, how torn you felt over everything, and make it clear you still have feelings. But lead with a heartfelt apology for how horribly you botched it at first. If she’s willing to give you one more chance after that, DO NOT blow it.
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Reply to u/juryofone · 13h
I agree with this take. He’s not an AH for the situation, but majorly the AH for the WAY he handled rejecting her. That had to sting badly after putting herself out there. The mature thing is to own up to that and properly communicate where his head was at.
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Reply to u/juryofone · 12h
Yeah, going straight for “I can’t do that, I don’t think of you that way” after she bared her soul was so harsh and unnecessary. He could have let her down wayyyy more gently if he was that conflicted about it all. She must’ve felt like a fool!
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u/neutralpartier · 11h
NAH — I get that you panicked in the heat of the moment and why this whole situation is heavy with ethical quandaries. The reality is, you two started off pretending but real feelings developed, and that’s okay! It happens. The moral issue only remains if you knowingly took advantage of or manipulated her feelings while she was on your payroll. Since you seem just as confused as she was, I don’t think any lines were really crossed.
The way forward is to rip off the bandaid once and for all. If you have mutual feelings now, figure out if you want to date as equals. If not, it’s time to part ways amicably while you both still can. But don’t keep paying her while catching feels — THAT would make you an AH.
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u/glasshalfempty · 10h
ESH ... look, you suck for how you handled rejecting her confession. That was really hurtful and avoidant no matter your internal struggles. She sucks for going into this thinking it was all pretend, catching real feelings, and expecting you to want to be serious too. You PAID her to be your fake GF and made that clear.
My suggestion is to have an honest discussion about whether you can BOTH separate the transactions from reality. If you’re both all-in on trying for real, great! But one of you is going to get burned if expectations don’t align. And please, for the love of god, stop paying her!
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Reply to u/glasshalfempty · 9h
This is exactly what I was thinking too! Way too messy ethically to keep paying her as the lines blur between fantasy job and real romance. Either take the plunge and date properly or go separate ways for good.
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Reply to u/glasshalfempty · 8h
Agree but like ... is this even real? How does someone end up hiring a fake girlfriend to make their former best friend jealous? That alone sounds like a bad romcom plot.
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u/criticaloverthinker · 7h
I’m calling cap on this whole wild story. Childhood besties turned feuding enemies living in the same building? A fake girlfriend who moves in as part of an elaborate revenge plan? It’s all too unbelievable.
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u/struggling-with-reddit · 6h
I’ll play along and rate, but no way is this post legit lol. Having a fake girlfriend you eventually catch feelings for while pranking your neighbor? What’s next, one of you is actually royalty or a secret millionaire? Too much happening here.
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Reply to u/struggling-with-reddit · 5h
Hahaha I know right, the excessive details and backstory gave it away as creative writing practice or something. No judgment from me, it was an entertaining read at least!
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u/struggling-with-reddit · 4h
Next thing you know, OP will be claiming he’s Michael Schumacher or something 😂
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r/AmITheAsshole
u/veganGOAT · 8h
UPDATE — I’m the idiot who rejected then realized I loved my fake girlfriend … and she took me back!
When I made my initial post a bit over a month ago about this whole fake girlfriend situation, most of you understandably called it outrageously far-fetched.
Which, fair. How does someone actually end up hiring a woman to fake date them just to make their neighbor jealous? It does sound ripped straight from a Nicholas Sparks fever dream.
Well put on your straight jackets, because this ridiculous saga is 100% real. And I’ve got an update that’s even crazier than the original tale ...
After reading the feedback on my initial post (and getting a whole lot of shit from some friends too), it became crystal clear that I had to make things right. I put her through the emotional wringer by callously rejecting her in the moment, when her feelings were just as tangled up as mine were. I owed her a sincere apology and a proper explanation of why I froze — with no more deflections or excuses.
So I wrote her a long letter. I laid it all out there. How torn I felt about the ethical and emotional complexities of our arrangement. How her vulnerability awoke my own fears about commitment, my transient lifestyle, and whether I could realistically be the partner she deserved. Mostly, I repeatedly owned up to being a thoughtless prick who shattered her trust out of pure pathetic self-preservation.
But above all, I made one thing clear — despite my bumbling, I had fallen for her too. Completely and utterly. She had cracked through my defenses and healing her hurt became the only thing that mattered.
I ended the letter by owning up to the fact that she now held all the power. While she had moved into this arrangement under certain pretenses, I had violated that implied contract. The ball was entirely in her court now. I would abide by whatever decision she landed on — friendship, an amicable parting of ways, or taking the terrifying gamble of trying to make this the real deal.
When she emerged from her room the next morning, I could barely look at her. I was a sweaty, nauseated wreck, steeling myself for the worst. She sat down next to me in silence and unleashed the longest, most blistering dressing down of my life. How I had made her feel so small, so foolish, so painfully vulnerable. Words like “coward” and “asshole” were thrown around. But you know what phrase stung most?
“I wish you had told me all of this up front instead of dealing with it like a child. I could’ve understood where you were coming from.”
It was a dagger — she was absolutely right. My dumb automatic rejection utterly betrayed the openness and intimacy we had built. Still, she didn’t dismiss me entirely. She would need some time to think, but asked that I stand by for an answer.
The limbo period was … not fun.
After four excruciating days, she came to me again. This time, she was almost shy, like her old self. She told me she had thought it over extensively, and ultimately my explanation and full-hearted apology won her over. I may be an idiot, an asshole, and a bit of a mess (her words), but I was an honest idiot with a good heart under all the bravado. And that’s what had drawn her to me in the first place.
So with the understanding that we would both need to work on our communication skills and respective hang-ups, she was in. We would press the reset button altogether, end our old arrangement, and try to make this relationship happen for real — messy origins be damned.
That was exactly a month ago today, and things have never been better. Sure, we still lean into some harmless (and vaguely unhinged) pettiness with my former friend from time to time. Some habits are too fun to quit cold turkey. But ultimately, I’ve never been so grateful for the insane set of circumstances that brought this amazing woman into my life. We may have started as an acting exercise, but we took a leap together into something beautifully real.
And yeah, I still have to hear shit from literally everyone about how our romance origin story is the most unbelievable meet-cute of all time. But I’ve learned to lean into the absurdity. After all, what’s life without a little chaos and a perfect partner to share in the pandemonium?
Thanks to everyone who offered candid advice on my original post. You may have received an update sooner if not for all the people accusing me of faking it! All I can say is … this is my blissfully ridiculous reality now.
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u/juryofone · 7h
Well hot damn, I have to hand it to you — this saga is even wilder than the original post let on! I went from being totally skeptical of the whole outrageous situation to being fully invested in this insane romance. Love that she put you through the wringer a bit before taking you back. You absolutely deserved that and more after treating her like you did.
But huge props to you for manning up with that apology and giving her the power to make the next move. That vulnerability and respect for her feelings despite your own doubts is what true partnership is all about. I have a feeling you two chaotic bastards are going to be just fine as a real couple now that all the crazy pretenses have been stripped away. Wishing you both nothing but more pandemonium and pettiness together!
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u/neutralpartier · 7h
I’m officially obsessed with this love story. You went from hiring a woman off to punk your neighbor, to breaking her heart over catching feelings, to doing the MOST to grovel your way back into her good graces, to ACTUALLY SUCCEEDING. It’s romcom gold! I need this to get optioned for a movie immediately.
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u/glasshalffull · 6h
As wild as this story has been from start to finish, this update has me straight up emotional! The groveling, the way you explained your fears, her roasting you for days before mercifully taking you back … my heart. Love that she cut straight through the bullshit by calling you an idiot AND acknowledging your good heart. That’s the ideal balance.
I’m so invested in this nonsense and need regular updates on how things progress from here. You better not blow it after all this chaos or I’ll be leading the charge to vandalize your apartment!
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u/romanticempath · 5h
What a journey! To go from manufacturing a fake relationship purely for petty vengeance, to developing REAL emotional stakes, to breaking each other's hearts quite viscerally, to finding your way back together through sheer vulnerability? Incredible stuff.
I laughed, cried (a little, don’t judge), and cringed throughout this entire saga. Thank you for bringing us all along for the insane roller coaster. I wish nothing but ridiculous happiness for you and her moving forward!
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u/fairytaledreamer · 4h
I’m sorry but I still can’t get over the fact that this is somehow a real series of events? You’re a madman and this is truly unhinged (but also incredible). How did ALL of this unfold before your 40s?
Romcoms have been put to bed. Welcome to 2024, where people actually hire fake GFs to get revenge on their scorned former friends, develop legit attachment issues, torpedo everything in a panic, grovel for redemption fit for cinematic history, and somehow STILL end up together in some sort of demented happily ever after!
All I can say is cherish the chaos you've manifested. I can’t wait to see what bonkers plotlines await the two you. Start recording everything for the biopic!
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Reply to u/fairytaledreamer · 3h
“Cherish the chaos” is absolutely the perfect sign off for this update. I’m deceased at this whole wild drama, but also soooo invested! Cannot wait for the inevitable Netflix mini series. Thanks for the laughs, drama, and emotional whiplash!
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r/offmychest
u/NotBritneySpears · 21h
My ex-bestie’s wedding to his obnoxious girlfriend was a nightmare … and so was their wedding night (unfortunately)
You’ll have to bear with me on this one, because I’m still reeling a bit from one of the most cringey, uncomfortable, and downright baffling weekends of my entire life. I need to get this off my chest before I have a full mental breakdown.
A couple years ago, I made a post venting about my former best friend’s new girlfriend at the time. For those who missed the saga, she was an insufferably loud woman who seemed to take immense pleasure in loudly narrating her sex life with my former friend right outside my apartment door. It was psychological warfare, plain and simple.
Well, I’m sure you can all see where this is going based on the title. Against all odds and reason, this woman and my ex-friend somehow stuck it out … until he put a ring on it last year. Which leads me to the first in a cascading series of mind-numbing events — receiving a wedding invitation from the happy couple!
Now, let’s be clear — I have not spoken to my former best friend in almost a decade at this point. Not since our cataclysmic falling out (a story for another day). We were thick as thieves until our bond was shattered beyond repair. For him to invite me to his wedding with the woman who crudely mocked their intimacy for my benefit was … certainly a choice.
On one hand, why on EARTH would you invite the person whose heart you deliberately stomped on so many years ago? It felt like a cruel joke, rubbing salt in an open wound that never fully healed. A reminder of their domestic bliss and my bitter ostracism.
Yet on the other hand, maybe there was a subconscious part of me that would have felt insulted if he didn’t invite me after so many shared years? As if he had utterly erased me from his life without a second thought? The thought gut punched me too in an admittedly unhealthy way.
Long story short, I RSVP’d yes … half out of morbid curiosity and half out of a deeply unwell desire to not get excluded from such a significant life event. In hindsight, a foolish decision that kicked off a horrifically uncomfortable series of events.
The wedding itself was … a lot. An over-the-top spectacle at an insanely expensive venue. My miserable self stuck out like a sore thumb surrounded by all the adoring couple’s friends and family. I sat through mushy vows reaffirming their “unlikely origin” in the “most unexpected yet fortuitous way” … while trying not to puke.
So yeah, sheer cringe start to finish. Little did I know the worst discomfort was yet to come!
In perhaps the most on-brand grand gesture of the entire weekend, the groom rented out an entire boutique hotel for all out-of-town guests to stay at after the reception. That way we could all keep the party going nearby before he whisked his new bride off to parts unknown on their honeymoon the next day.
Ever the gracious host with a penchant for the spectacle, he let wedding guests draw for their room assignments out of an actual top hat. I somehow managed to get seated right next to his parents who, while cordial enough, knew me as the ex-best friend responsible for so much fractured history.
But wait, there’s more! Wouldn’t you know, the universe is supremely messed up because I ended up with the room directly underneath the newlywed suite. Yes … I spent their wedding night listening to a live-streamed porn broadcast courtesy of the paper-thin walls and floors.
Dolphin sounds didn’t even BEGIN to cover the unholy noises raining down from above around 2am. I’m talking full-on screams of unbridled passion echoing off the walls at maximum volume. Mind you, this woman had become infamous for over-enunciating their coitus for my benefit previously. Now it was a frighteningly real-life rendition that no noise-cancelling headphones could drown out.
I finally had to flee my room to the lobby. I ended up crashing on one of the lobby couches until an employee politely asked me to leave around 6am. Disheveled, disoriented, and officially diagnosed with PTSD from the sounds I cannot unhear.
So yeah … not exactly a therapeutic reunion that could have allowed my ex-friend and I to bury the hatchet. If anything, this wedding was one massive “screw you” that opened up all the same unresolved wounds. I need about 20 years of intensive therapy to move on.
I also need to find a new place to live because I can’t bear returning to that cursed apartment building.
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u/chronicgossiper · 18h
Dude, I think you need to get some serious perspective here. Your ex-friend getting married and going on a honeymoon has absolutely zero to do with you. That level of self-centeredness is off the charts.
Why in the world would this guy plan an entire wedding — one of the biggest days of his life — around secretly tormenting you again over ancient history? That makes no sense. He invited you as a polite gesture after years apart, probably hoping to start burying the hatchet. The room assignments were random by your own admission.
As for the … “noises” … look, they were on their wedding night. Maybe overenthusiastic, but 100% to be expected between newlyweds. It’s not some psychological ploy, just poor planning on their part for thin walls. You’re projecting like crazy if you think that was directed at you specifically.
At a certain point, you have to realize the universe doesn’t actually revolve around your grudges or history with this person. They’ve clearly moved on to live their best life. It’s on you to stop obsessing over them and do the same.
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Reply to u/chronicgossiper · 16h
I agree, this is just pure paranoia from OP. No newly wedded couple is sitting around thinking “how can we sneakily stick it to your ex-best friend during our wedding festivities?” That’s deranged thinking.
They invited you to be polite, you drew an unlucky room assignment near their suite, and then biology happened on their wedding night. Hilarious and awkward coincidence? Yes. Intricately designed fuck you from the bride and groom? Come on now, that’s giving them way too much credit.
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u/NotBritneySpears · 13h
Maybe you all have a point, and I am still holding onto way too much resentment and baggage from our falling out. My intention wasn’t to imply they orchestrated an elaborate sting operation around their wedding. More just a general sense that the universe has a funny way of reminding me about them at highly inconvenient times over the years.
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Reply to u/NotBritneySpears · 12h
Even that line of thinking is incredibly self-centered though. Why would random coincidences or them just … living their lives be the “universe’s way of reminding you” about your failed friendship? That makes it sound like they should perpetually be walking on eggshells and avoiding certain life events just because you can’t get over the past.
Look, it sucks that things fell apart so badly between you two. But they have clearly moved on, as you should too. This obsessive framing of their marriage as some universal affront to you is … not healthy, my dude.
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u/nosyandproud · 10h
The wedding itself sounds like it was in poor taste for sure, so I can certainly understand feeling aggravated and triggered being there as the scorned former friend.
That said … you’re borrowing A LOT of trouble by assuming any of their private wedding night activities were purposely being broadcast to you specifically. Projection level 1000 there.
At the end of the day, these people have built a whole entire life and future together now that quite literally has nothing to do with you anymore. You looking for “signs” that they’re still fixated on you is just self-involvement. For your own mental health, you have to let go of whatever happened and see them as background characters in the story of your life now.
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u/realitychecker · 7h
OP, you need to take a step back and realize that the sheer logistics involved in purposely torturing you at their wedding are just not plausible. Do you really think they were like:
“Alright honey, for our wedding night I was thinking we should make sure your former friend gets the room directly below ours! That way when we really get after it, he’ll be able to hear every excruciating moan and body smacking sound in haunting detail! That’ll show him for being your friend a decade ago! Mwahaha!”
Come on, mate. That’s delusional cartoon villain level scheming you’re attributing to them. Occam's Razor — they just wanted to consummate their marriage in privacy and didn’t account for the thin hotel walls. The world doesn’t actually revolve around your history with this!
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Reply to u/realitychecker · 5h
Lmaooo the idea of them sitting around strategizing the most psychological warfare possible on their wedding night is killing me. “Yes honey, we simply MUST reenact scenes from our noisiest adult films for your ex-best friend’s terrible pleasure!”
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u/buildingbridges
OP, it seems like you really miss having your friend in your life if I’m reading between the lines here. Getting invested to this level over random coincidences at his wedding doesn’t come from a place of hatred, but hurt and longing for that bond again.
My advice? Use this weekend as a wake-up call to stop obsessing, reflect on whatever caused your rift, and decide if you want to properly reconnect. If not, you need to rip that band-aid off for good and stop torturing yourself over what will never be again. Or the walls between you two will just get thinner and thinner ...
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r/ask
u/amateurdetective · 15h
I think these juicy Reddit posts actually interconnect … but I need your help cracking the code
I think I’ve stumbled onto something wild here and I need the Reddit hive mind to help me piece this tangled web together. Are you ready for some batshit conspiracy-level connecting of barely-there dots? Too bad, I’m going in anyway.
So, over the past few years, I kept seeing these extremely juicy, dramatically-written posts pop up every few months that seemed … oddly interconnected despite being in different subreddits.
Hear me out:
First there was the unhinged post in r/offmychest from a guy ranting about his former best friend’s obnoxious new girlfriend. Dude was griping about how this woman would loudly recount the smutty details of her sex life with the ex-friend whenever she was in his general vicinity, seemingly just to mess with the OP. We’re talking legitimately disturbing stuff about feeling “psychologically tortured” by her oversharing.
Fast forward a few months and I stumble across a wild post in r/relationships from the perspective of this same “obnoxious” girlfriend! Except her story painted a whole different, unhinged picture — she was hired on FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE by the former friend to literally move in and fake date him as part of an ongoing revenge plot against the OP from the first post. She rapidly develops legitimate feelings for the guy and it becomes a messy will-they-won’t-they romcom situation.
But THEN there was a follow-up post from the fake boyfriend’s side in r/AmITheAsshole about him realizing he caught feelings too before nearly blowing it, followed by another saga-capping update about them deciding to pursue a real relationship against all odds and absurdity.
Are you seeing the parallels here? These three posters each gave one side of an absolute dumpster fire of a convoluted love triangle situation that seemingly intersected. And based on the intricate backstories, my crackpot theory is they all emanated from the same formerly tight friend group that experienced a bitter falling out.
The insane attention to detail, literary flair, and geometry of it all almost had me utterly convinced these were all fictionalized creative writing exercises posted separately across Reddit … but building on the same unhinged storylines each step of the way.
I’m utterly obsessed with mapping this all out into one cohesive narrative now. My working theory is something like this:
Some guy hired an actress to pose as his fake GF and torment his former friend as revenge for some past betrayal
The two fake partners rapidly caught real feelings amid the ruse, he panics and nearly torpedoes it
Meanwhile, the ex-best friend is losing his mind overhearing the fake girlfriend’s loud performances and comes to Reddit for advice, not realizing it’s all a ploy
After a saga of miscommunication, the fake boyfriend comes clean and the couple decide to actually date for real
Capping things off, the former friend is forced to attend their wedding where he’s subjected to one final night of unholy noises
Does it all track? Or have I completely unraveled the conspiracy and stumbled onto a drastically personal set of circumstances being workshopped on Reddit? If so, that’s some ludicrously elaborate storytelling!
I need to know if I’m onto something here or completely off my rocker. If the former, I’ll burn every last calorie mapping out a master record of events across all the posts. If the latter … someone needs to drop their juicy fanfic writing prompts because these were WILDLY entertaining reads.
Help me connect these dots or point me towards any other potentially linked tales! This has been a public service aneurysm brought to you by pure boredom.
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u/scepeticbynature · 14h
Wow, you’ve gone full Sherlock Holmes with this. I’m dying at how insanely detailed your working theory is in tying together these random Reddit posts into one cohesive narrative. This is either a brilliant piece of performance art … or you need your meds adjusted, my friend.
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Reply to u/scepticbynature · 12h
Hahaha exactly! The amount of time and brain power OP has devoted to mapping this out is beyond obsessive. I don’t know whether to applaud the commitment to the bit or get them professional help.
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u/amateurdetective · 10h
I’m sorry, did you actually read through the posts in question? The intersecting pieces of random, elaborate backstory between all three distinct voices is way too specific and layered for it to be an accidental alignment. There are unambiguous throughlines about:
A pair of feuding former childhood best friends
One hiring a woman off Facebook to pose as his fake GF and torment the other as revenge
Said fake relationship descending into a very real emotional entanglement for both parties
The eventual fallout of the ex-friend having to bear witnessing the real couple’s wedding and chaos that followed
Like that’s such a bizarrely specific plot keeping consistent across three different users’ lenses! So you’re either pointing out the artistry of someone doing an incredibly elaborate creative writing exercise across multiple subs … or these people are just leading unbelievably unhinged lives. And part of me hopes it’s the latter? It’s too batshit crazy not to be true!
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Reply to u/amateurdetective · 9h
Or, and hear me out … it’s all an internal dialogue you’re having with your numerous Reddit personalities to work out your own unresolved relationship issues. We’re all just incredibly intricate fragments of your aching psyche!
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u/opinionatedtruther · 7h
Lmao you are both nuts, but I have to side with OP on this one. The chances of these being all interconnected fabricated stories is way too perfect to be an accident. All the tiny threads and recurring backstories/character details woven between wildly different subreddit posts? That’s not a coincidence.
I could buy it maybe being some extended Reddit fanfic experiment between a couple of redditors seeing who can craft more engaging characters and drama while world-building off each other’s plot threads. Like a weird form of collabing through the confined lens of Reddit posts. It would be pretty genius if so.
But for it to be entirely real with all the coinciding details scattered across entirely unrelated posts like that? I’m sorry, but there’s just no way. That’s beyond the scope of believability for me. OP may be bungling the conspiracy, but they’re onto something for sure!
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u/amateurdetective · 6h
THANK YOU, someone gets it! And to answer your other theory … while I can’t 100% rule out some sort of viral Reddit fanfic experiment, I struggle to believe even the most creative writers would be capable of improvising THAT intricately interconnected of a storyline stream-of-consciousness style like that.
Like each voice and perspective they inhabit remains remarkably consistent across such wildly different contexts (relationship drama, life events, ethical debates, and updates). It would take incredible skill to stay in the headspaces of these distinct individuals and keep their personalities/plot orbits from tangling into an incomprehensible mess. While possible, it seems incredibly unlikely.
That’s what has me believing there’s a remarkable kernel of stranger-than-fiction truth at the heart of this whole saga being teased out piece-by-piece. Or again … I’ve finally been gaslit into being a tin foil hatter of beautiful Reddit fantasies. Either way I’m here for it!
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All I have to say is please touch some grass and post to r/creativewriting instead 🙄
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two plus two is four - mick schumacher
summary: in which, your boyfriend finds out you’re pregnant after you play a game of pregnancy test roulette.
warnings: a little bit of smut midway through it nothing too graphic, swearing, babies, confusion, uncles charles, carlos, este and seb!
requested: no
notes: yes... i’ve written yet another self indulgent pregnancy fic... anyway....
huddled over the bathroom counter, the four of you - charlotte, elena, isabel and you - kept eager eyes on the pregnancy tests sitting on the counter.
it was a funny idea you’d seen circling around on tiktok, a group of friends would all take a pregnancy test, write their initials on it, mix them around and take one from the counter to see if any of the members were pregnant.
it was a stupid decision right from the get-go, especially considering none of you could wait until you got back to the closest house, so you took them in the shopping center bathroom.
“what’re we gonna do if any of us are pregnant?” charlotte asked, nibbling at her finger ever so slightly.
“nothing, because we won’t be,” you shrugged, but your face quickly lit up in a smirk, “why? have you got something you want to say, lottie?”
she scowled over at you, the back of her knuckles skimming your bare shoulder as she attempted to shove you, but missed. isabel frowned — she’d just had a baby, a gorgeous baby girl called zoe, who was spending the day with her daddy at the beach, and she really wasn’t prepared for another.
“zoe’s only six months,” she sighed, “i think carlos might faint if i’m pregnant again.”
“are you?” you asked, wiggling around your eyebrows in isabel’s direction. she shrugged her shoulders, and you could see the genuine panic on her face, and when she didn’t answer straight away, the panic in her body language became clear.
“i know i’m not pregnant,” elena said quietly after a few minutes, “because unlike you—” she pointed at the three of you, “—esteban and i are safe.”
“mick and i are safe!” you laughed, swatting her hand away. for a minute, you’d truly convinced yourself that you had nothing to worry about, that your life wasn’t about to completely change — but oh, how wrong you were.
charlotte’s phone dinged and the alarm chimed, signifying that the two minutes were up. the initials were on the back of everyone’s tests and you made sure to have a different one to your own — you had charlotte’s, charlotte had isabel’s, isabel had elena’s and elena had yours.
“times up, i’ll read it out first, ready?” you asked, and when they all nodded, charlotte looked at you with eager, yet anxious eyes, “charlotte sine, you are not pregnant.”
she did a little dance around on the spot, and then turned her attention to isabel, who — much to her relief — was not pregnant. “thank god for that,” she sighed, whispering something in spanish that you didn’t understand.
elena too, wasn’t pregnant, and in hindsight you wanted to scream at her for being so smug. you were almost one hundred percent certain yours would come back negative, until — “Y/N, you’re pregnant.”
“what?!”
the silence was deafening, and you felt as if your knees were going to give way underneath you. “elly, please tell me you’re joking,” you breathed steadily. the three girls all huddled around the stick in elena’s hands, while you stood opposite, gripping the counter so harshly your fingers turned completely white.
“Y/N, she’s not joking,” charlotte whispered, pulling the test from elena’s hands and handing it out to you, “see.”
despite charlotte’s shaky hands, you could clearly see a second line. you racked your brain in your panic, frustrating yourself when you couldn’t pinpoint a night it could’ve happened — but that’s because it didn’t happen at night.
“i’m gonna be sick,” you groaned, kicking open the door of the closest cubicle and leaning over the bowl. elena was quick to grab your hair, and isabel kneeled beside you and rubbed your back soothingly. “i’m twenty three, mick and i have only been together for eighteen months, he’s gonna completely freak if i tell him i’m pregnant!”
“maybe he won’t,” isabel hummed, playing devils advocate, but she soon changed the subject when you shot her a look full of daggers. “do you know how this happened?”
you shrugged your shoulders, resting your cheek on the cool china of the toilet seat — this was officially the lowest moment of your adult life. “about six weeks ago,” you felt awkward giving the details of your sex life to them, especially in a public bathroom, but you’d just vomited horrendously, so you were sure it would only get better. “we’re normally so careful, but there was one morning where we thought we’d be fine — but he pulled out and everything,” you furrowed your eyebrows, “how am i gonna tell him?”
“maybe it’s a false pregnancy,” charlotte offered, “it might help to do another one just so we have a definitive answer,” she furrowed her eyebrows, “have you not skipped a period?”
you shook your head, “i don’t get periods, lottie, and if i do they’re always months apart,” you could feel a horrendous amount of vomit sitting inside of your stomach, waiting to be brought up but you fought it off, “i didn’t even think i could have kids, how am i gonna tell him without him freaking out?”
isabel and elena looked at one another – you were being stupid. elena had heard countless times from mick about how much he loved you, and how much he wished you would stay in his life forever. elena believed – and on some level, she may have been right – that mick already knew you were pregnant.
“all he ever does is talk about you and family and how much he adores you,” elena reassured you, her other hand stroking at your palm, “i promise that mick will be ecstatic, just look at the way he treats zoe,” she paused, looking at isa, “that man was born to be a father, i’m telling you, Y/N.”
“okay, maybe you're right,” for a moment, the three girls almost took a sigh of relief, “but what if he walks away when i tell him i am gonna go through with this? what then?”
“then…” charlotte trailed off, before kneeling down beside you and joining the three of you on the floor, “then that little boy or girl will have three aunts and three uncles who adore the pants off of them.”
“really?” you perked up, a soft, but exhausted smile on your lips.
“oh yeah,” isa smiled, “we won’t let you do this all on your own.”
*
despite isabel saying that she and the girls wouldn’t let you go through this pregnancy alone, there was one thing you had to do without them – your first scan.
several weeks had passed since that day, and mick was none the wiser. you weren’t one hundred percent sure how or why he hadn’t cottoned on, but you made sure to wear clothing that was a slightly looser fit than usual, and you were careful not to slip up. nobody apart from the girls – and carlos – knew; as a father himself, he realised quickly that you’d had a change in demeanor and it didn’t take long for the ball to drop.
you’d planned for an afternoon where you could all get together, nothing big or important, just for you and mick, with the girls, charles, carlos, esteban, sebastian and hanna. as much as you wanted mick’s parents and sister, as well as your own parents, you thought it might’ve been slightly too overwhelming for your boyfriend, especially if he frowned upon you making the decision to keep his child.
carlos had done his best to keep the boys from even clocking it, dragging them all to golf early that morning to give you some peace and quiet. sebastian and hanna arrived together, along with their kids, earlier than you’d asked them to. isa, elena and charlotte were already there too, making the livingroom look admirable.
seb’s children snuck away almost as soon as they arrived to go and play with angie and bobby after giving you a cuddle. “i told you guys not to get here until three thirty,” you smiled, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek.
“we know,” sebastian laughed, handing you a present, “but we thought we’d come early to congratulate you on the pregnancy.”
“how did you–”
“—because we’ve been there too, Y/N, the invite was frantic, you’re wearing slightly loose fitting clothes and you’re so worried you’re gonna slip up, you’ve gone quiet,” he chuckled, kissing your cheek, “mick’ll be a great dad.”
“let’s hope he doesn’t freak out first.” you sighed, running your hands over your face. before sebastian could comfort you anymore, the doorbell chimed. isabel, charlotte and elena all emerged at the living room door, and ushered sebastian and hanna inside.
“did somebody order a bouquet?” mick asked you when you swung open the door, a big, bright toothy grin covering his face as he held a big, red bouquet of roses in front of you.
“what’re these for?” you asked him, taking the bouquet and admiring the beautiful flowers. mick just smiled, kissing your cheek and stroking your chin.
“no reason,” he said, “i just love you.”
everybody surrounding you could’ve gagged there and then at his sweetness, at the delicate nature in which he treated you. you couldn’t help but smile, a real, genuine smile that lit up the apples of your cheeks. “i love you too, mick.”
carlos, charles and esteban piled into the house, just like they always did after mick brought them back after a round of golf. “i promised them we’d cook dinner,” he said, his hand resting on the small of your back as he followed you into the kitchen, “‘s that okay?”
“mhm,” you nodded, barely even listening to him as he spoke. he rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist as you sorted the roses, and you wondered then if he could sense the pregnancy. “i invited the girls round anyway while you were all out, and sebastian’s popped in too.”
“oh, so that’s why angie and bobby haven’t come up to say hello.” he scrunched his nose, and you leaned around and pressed your lips to his.
mick’s lips pressed against your neck and you shivered in his embrace, the feeling all too familiar — and you knew where you’d end up if he carried on. “mick, c’mon we’ve got guests,” you giggled, attempting to wriggled away from his lips but you failed, allowing him to work his way down your neck softly, “we can’t leave them waiting.”
mick hummed against your neck, running his hands along the waistband of your leggings. at this point as of the last 10 days, you’d stop him because you were worried he would feel the bump; but it was hardly noticeable even to you.
he carried on, dipping his fingers underneath the waistband and kissing down your neck once more. “believe me, if you were wearing one of their jersey’s i think they’d understand,” his middle finger circled your clit and you shivered, too wrapped up in the moment to even stop him as your eyes fluttered closed, “besides, charles is a good cook, we can let him do it.”
“i’m not cooking dinner so you guys can fuck,” charles piped up from the kitchen doorway. your face went bright red, and mick shielded you while simultaneously pulling his arm from your leggings. “god, you’re insufferable.”
“don’t act like you and charlotte aren’t any better,” you rolled your eyes, continuing with separating the roses as if that never even happened, “remember bali?”
charles’ face lit up in a gradual smirk as he thought back to the time where you were all on holiday together and as you left for the beach without charles and charlotte, you were the unlucky one who forgot your sunglasses and ventured into the villa only to find them going at it full throttle on the floor beside the pool.
you and mick followed everybody into the living room and watched with grotesque faces as everybody swapped sex stories and charles told everybody about the gruesome discovery he walked into in the kitchen. mick pulled you down beside him, so you were nuzzled next to him on his armchair in the corner of the room that was reminiscent of his fathers, just about big enough for the two of you.
he began to sense an element of nervousness within you, one which he’d never really seen before. you were fidgety, and you were quiet — which was rare in itself, because you were normally always the one who brought out the stories.
“are you okay?” mick whispered, running his fingers on your stomach underneath his shirt.
you shifted, almost certain that he knew about the baby. charlotte and carlos caught onto what was going on, your hushed tones and fidgety movements, and they watched you eagerly.
“mick, there’s something i need to tell you,” you said, your voice barely a whisper yet the whole room had eyes on you. panic flashed across mick’s face, worried as to what you were going to say. “i, uh, i don’t really know how to tell you.” your eyes burned with tears, and for a moment mick thought you were going to tell him that there was somebody else, and that the somebody else in question was in this room. he could see your hands shaking, and your voice wobbled every time you tried to speak.
“you haven’t cheated on me, have you?” he asked, and immediately you shook your head; no. he breathed a sigh of relief and instinctively you brought a hand up to rest on his chin. mick kissed your thumb, “baby, you can tell me, whatever it is, i won’t be mad, you know that.”
mick’s hands came to rest on your cheeks now, his thumbs situated under your eyes so they could rub away any tears. everyone watched you eagerly, their anticipation hanging so heavily it was ready to burst at any moment.
“mickie, baby,” you whispered, kissing his palms, and using the nickname only he allowed you to give him; not even his mother was allowed to call him that. “i’m pregnant.”
as soon as the words left your lips, it felt like a huge weight off of your shoulders, but for everyone else it was unexpected. isa began to sob, and carlos wrapped a hand around her shoulders as the pair reminisced. charles’ mouth swung open, his jaw almost hitting the floor as he listened to the words leave your mouth, and esteban had to ask elena, sebastian and hanna if he’d heard you correctly.
mick’s face lit up almost immediately, although at first he had a look of disbelief in his eyes. his smile grew and grew until it couldn’t grow any wider. he brought your face closer to his, and he kissed you softly.
“du bist schwanger?” (you’re pregnant?)
“ja, mick,” you smiled back, forehead pressed against his, “i am.”
“are you sure?”
he knew the question was stupid — you wouldn’t have gotten so worked up if the answer wasn’t a definite yes.
“when did this happen?” he furrowed his eyebrows all while still smiling, “we’re always safe.”
“silverstone, baby,” you whispered, “the morning after, and we didn’t have anything with us because we were with my parents.”
mick shivered at the thought, flashbacks of the sex ran wild in his head and he had to think of something else before he embarrassed himself in front of the guests. “but i pulled out..”
“obviously not quick enough, mickie.” charles and carlos taunted, but after a quick slap from their significant others and a look of daggers from you, they kept quiet. you hopped out of mick’s lap and handed him the small bag you’d hidden down the side of one of the sofa cushions, rubbing charles’ head like a little puppy as he still sat there in disbelief.
“here,” you smiled, and admired his smile as he took it. “i had the first scan this morning.”
“how many weeks are you?”
esteban lulled you and mick out of your little bubble and you turned back to face him. mick was too engrossed in the little post-it’s you scribbled on, with a photocopy of the scan that you could point things out with. “ten,” you hummed. before you could open your mouth to continue the sentence, mick almost jumped out of the seat and took you with him.
“baby, wir haben zwillinge?”
“mick, german,” you nudged him with a giggle, with only sebastian and hanna catching the gist of what he was saying. he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, “baby, you said it in german, say it in english.”
“we’re having twins?”
poor charles sitting in the corner almost had a heart attack, you felt for the poor boy because you felt the same when you were told at the hospital. carlos cheered, and esteban threw himself back on the sofa with his hands over his face in disbelief at the fact that he would now, undoubtedly, be an uncle to two schumacher babies. seb just smiled on at you and mick proudly; you really would be great parents.
“yes, mickie, we’re having twins,” you kissed him softly, “surprise.”
he wrapped his arms around you and in turn you nuzzled yourself in the crook of his neck. “i love you,” he whispered, “and our babies.”
“i love you too, mick,” you kissed his nose, and started laughing at the outpour of noise that was coming from behind you. “our babies will be loved for all of eternity, and not just by us.”
“god forbid we ever ban them from seeing these guys,” he laughed, “you and i will no longer be their favourites.”
you kissed his nose once more, “that’s not a bad thing.”
“no, in fact, it’s perfect,” he said, “but maybe now we can persuade charles to cook dinner so we can finish what we started in the kitchen earlier.”
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hiiiii!! i love your writing! could you maybe write something about esteban reassuring the reader after he has a very hard race and she’s really worried about him? (qatar traumatized me). thank you!!! 🩷
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summary : esteban reassures you after the horrible race that happened...
PAIRING : esteban ocon x reader
WARNINGS : the qatar race, talk about vomiting
note : i'm sorry that i was so absent but i had so much work on my plate that i didn't have the time to write something for you. But i hope you still like it even tho itt came late...
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You hated Qatar. Even now, after the race that had accrued.
The day had started as always. Esteban and you woke up in bed together, made yourselves ready for the paddock/race, and ate breakfast together. A good start to the day.
But no one knew how bad the day would end for all the drivers and their significant others. In Qatar, it was 80 degrees Celsius, and it was absolutely boiling in the cars of the drivers.
While all the other wags were sitting in the garages watching the race, you and Kika were in the alpine garage worrying about Esteban and Pierre. Both of you feared for both of them.
Kika and you knew that nothing too horrible would happen, but you still didn't want to think about all the things that could easily happen, like not seeing anything and driving against a border or worse, against another driver.
As you heard what problems the other drivers had, Kika and you became uneasy. You knew that the both of them would return save to you, but you wanted to know how they were doing right this second.
Logan had to retire because of his health, some drivers couldn't see in the last laps because it was blurry; Fernando had difficulties with his seat, because of the heat and some more incidents.
And as the race was finished, all you had on your mind was to be with Esteban as soon as possible. Minutes later, you saw him and ran to him. Hugging him and touching him to know that he was alright.
Well okay. You knew that he had vomited on the 15th lap and that everything was blurry in the last few laps. But him being here, with you, made everything a little better.
After the podium and the interviews, you and Esteban were in his driver's room on the couch. You told him the thoughts you had while he was racing, and he listened and reassured you.
“Everything is fine, I'm fine. There is no need to worry anymore, my love. I was feeling ill by lap 15 or 16. I was throwing up for two laps inside the cockpit, but I'm in one piece and that is all that matters.”
You still weren't convinced, but that was only because you were worrying so much, while he was racing. In your mind, you knew that nothing too horrible would happen, but still you had your worries.
“But honestly, I was not expecting for the race to be that hard. I can normally do two race distances, even in Singapore. Physically, like muscle-wise and cardio-wise, I'm always fine. That's what I've always been training for, but today it was just the hot air and how hot the engine is from behind the car. I don't think we particularly sealed the cockpit too well. It must have been like 80 degrees inside the car.”
“But yeah. Glad that we finished the race. A hard one, well deserved, the maximum we could have done. A happy ending.”
You listened soundlessly and carefully, understanding the situation in the car fully, as you weren't in there. You had just heard the information you had become or heard.
“Why didn't you retire, Este? Maybe it would have been better for your health.”
“It's not an option, retiring. I was never going to do that. You need to kill me to retire.”
Shocked, you looked at him for a second before you slapped his chest. He caught your hand, while laughing as he saw your shocked face. But it was true. Nothing would get him out of his car. Except maybe for you.
“Don't say something like that. Do not even think about such horrible things.”
After you answered him, you turned around, so Esteban could only see your back. But Esteban didn't like that, he pulled you into his lap and gripped your chin with his hand, so you'd look at him.
“I was only joking, my love. Do not worry.”
You accepted this answer with a little pout-smile. But you and Esteban both knew that that was a lie. He would rather be dragged out of the car than go out of it willingly.
“I'm glad that next year we come back here in December.”
“Me too.”
You sat on his lap, while he told you more about his time in the car. And each time he told you something, and you were worried, he would reassure you and tell you that he was fine.
That was all you wanted. Esteban was one of the people who made your life so much better. He was your rock in the sea. He was your save place, and you never wanted him to be anything else.
And you hoped that you and him would be together forever.
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Foundling Villa- Chapter 8
Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!
Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner
Warnings: critiquing (and rude) parents, alcohol, talk of horses from an author who knows nothing about them (and if you haven’t realised it yet, riding horses is supposed to be an analogy for racing)
Update: There should be around 17-ish chapters, but I’m also working on a fic for the brilliant and ingenious @bright-shiningstar (also a prince!charles x reader that may already be over 7k.... sorry not sorry) so they may come a little later than I would like
ao3 link next chapter>>
Two weeks went by quickly and you knew that the servants were surprised by you. When you ordered a paint job for a scandalous wallpapered room, they hadn’t thought that you would don an apron and help them. You weren’t the best at manual labour, but you tried, and soon your arms were covered in sticky paint, laughing as you tried to get it off. You spontaneously decided to hire a gardener and met a lovely man called Oscar. He was thrilled to construct the gardens of the Princess of Enza, and quickly got to work. Another man, Nico Hulkenberg, came galloping up one day dressed in the regalia of a knight, and told you that Prince Charles had sent him to make sure you stayed out of danger. You, albeit a little peeved that Prince Charles hadn’t conferred with you, allowed Nico to join Lando in a hut by the stables.
You spent many days with Lando and the horses, trying to learn as much as possible about the animals and the sport that sometimes accompanied them. Lando became a swift friend and you enjoyed his company. Not only was he extremely knowledgeable, but also funny and charming. He introduced you to two horses he had acquired from a breeder with the money you gave him. They were crudely called number sixteen and number fifty-five. He had yet to name them.
On your first day, you hesitantly climbed on number sixteen. You tried desperately to remember everything you learned from your few minutes on a horse, and luckily, it came back quickly. Lando was highly encouraging and very patient. Once you felt comfortable, he jumped on number fifty-five and joined you in the fields.
“How are you doing?” he asked, circling around to meet you.
“This is fantastic!” You smiled broadly. “But it’s a little hard to ride in a dress. I’m going to need to fashion some new garments. I may have to write to Este.”
“Whatever the princess wants,” Lando said. “Do you know what you’re going to name them?”
You hummed. “Not yet, but I’m sure the right names will come to me.”
“Milady!” You heard a shout from the house and looked back at it. Elena was waving furiously at you, trying to get your attention. “Your family is arriving!”
You swore under your breath and nudged sixteen into a swift trot. “Elena!” You tried to instruct her from your horse. “Pull out a red dress for me to wear and a white shawl. Have the household line up in front of the house. Nico should be at the doors. Make sure Oscar looks presentable and have Yuki find all of the alcohol. We’ll need it.” Elena nodded sharply and ran back into the house. “Lando,” you directed. “I want you to tend to the horses at the front of the stable. My family came a day early- we’re unprepared, but it can’t seem like that.”
You hopped off number sixteen and thrust the reins into Lando’s hands. “May I say, Princess,” Lando called out as you ran to the Villa. “You're handling this very well. You make a remarkable leader.”
“Thank you, Lando.” He could tell that you were sincere. It was exactly what you needed to hear.
Sara rushed you upstairs the moment you stepped in the door. “May I ask, Princess,” she wondered as she undid the laces to your plain, around-the-house gown. “Why red? I thought you wanted to hold onto Williams for as long as you could.”
“No, no, no,” you bundled your hair into an updo. “I don’t care about holding onto Williams- they did nothing for me. I’m simply trying to aggravate whomever I hate most of all. If I see my parents, I change to red for Enza. If I see Prince Charles, I change to blue for Williams.”
“And if you see both?” Sara couldn’t help but smile at your antics. It reminded her of when you were younger, always finding a new mess to get into with your siblings. You stepped into the red dress and Sara pulled it up and started clipping and tying it into perfection.
“Ah, but that won’t ever happen.” You wagged a finger at her. “They don’t care enough to visit me at the same time.”
“Ma’am, they’re here.” Elena popped her head in the doorway and Sara yanked on the corset of your dress once more before twisting the strings into a bow.
You nodded, straightened your back, and strode down the stairs and out the door. The servants were already lined up elegantly and you couldn’t find one thing that your mother would pick apart. Two carriages stood outside, one containing your family, and the other, their belongings. You inwardly cringed at the amount of possessions they brought with them.
“Y/n, darling!” Your mother swept down from the carriage and embraced you tightly. “How have you been? Have you been surviving? It’s a momentous task to run a household and I was so worried you couldn’t live up to it.”
Only three seconds in, and you already wanted to strangle her. If it were only your siblings, then their stay would’ve been joyful. Unfortunately, your parents had spontaneously invited themselves, filling you with annoyance and dread.
“The wedding was phenomenal,” your father appeared at your mother’s side. “And how is Prince Charles? I assume he wanted to stay back at the palace, as this quaint house is no place for royalty, but I hope the wedding night went well?”
“Why don’t you get settled in, hm?” You blatantly ignored their questions, not offering so much as a ‘hello’. Your mother tittered disapprovingly at your words, but sashayed in the house, looking for inconsequential details to criticise. Your father clapped a hand on your bare shoulder, making you jump. True to his word, Este had altered some of your dresses for warmer weather, but you were now regretting it. You pulled your shawl tighter around you.
“Y/n, I am so sorry.” Your sister’s voice made you turn around. Brenda looked terribly guilty as Robert helped her down. “I couldn’t find an excuse to stop them from coming.”
“We tried,” Ralph rolled his eyes. “We tried so hard. But they persisted. They were adamant about visiting you.”
“It’s alright,” you sighed. “I’m glad you three came along. It’ll be easier to diffuse the tension. How’s Cambria doing?” You asked Robert about his heavily pregnant wife. The doctor had confined her to bed, the reason why she wasn’t with him on this trip.
“She’s splendid.” Robert grinned happily. “We’re both very excited. I’m cutting my visit short, however, to get back to her. I’ll only stay three days.”
“Oh, that’s fine! Give her my love when you return,” you said. You were delighted to have a niece or nephew. It would give you an excuse to visit Williams more often.
“I feel so bad for Cambria and Robert.” Brenda shook her head and looped her arm through yours. “Mother’s been hounding them ever since she found out Cambria was with child. Ralph’s been lucky to escape her eye.”
“The only good thing about marriage,” you muttered. “Getting away from mother.”
Brenda made a noise of agreement. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Dinner was stressed. Your father and Robert sat at the head. Ralph had drawn the short straw and had to sit next to your mother. Your glass of wine had been refilled three times. Awkward conversation had been sprinkled throughout, ranging from politics to talk of your recent marriage, though you wondered if they weren’t the same thing. Your father had delightedly bragged about the new finances and influx of immigrants that had been brought to Williams because of the new, prosperous relationship with Enza. You had ordered another round of drinks after that.
Mercifully, Elena tapped on your shoulder, whispering, “Milady, may I talk to you? Something has come up.”
You eagerly pushed away from the table and followed her to the foyer. “Please tell me this will take longer than fifteen minutes. I need a break from them. Don’t get me wrong, Elena, I love my family, especially my brothers and sisters, but sometimes my parents can be a bit much. I bought the Foundling Villa to escape everything, but people just keep showing up.”
Elena grimaced and said, “On that note, Princess, uh, another visitor has arrived.”
You pressed your fingers to your temples to try and stop the oncoming headache. “I will pay you double for the next year if you get them to go away. I don’t care who they are; I cannot stand someone else here.”
“Yes, well, ma’am,” Elena stuttered through her words. “I’m not sure I can do that to your husband, who, if you’ve forgotten, is the prince of Enza.”
Cursing, you threw open the door to see Prince Charles stepped down from a royal carriage bedecked in Enzan colours. He straightened his mantle, ran a hand through his hair, and then locked eyes with you. Prince Charles smiled sheepishly and shrugged, as if to say, Sorry, but I wanted to come see you.
“Elena.” You turned back to the frightened maid. “Please tell Sara to pick out a purple dress. I’m trying to displease many people tonight.”
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Walk walk fashion baby ✨
#the new intro has so many nice shots#i wanna do a light/color study for each one of them#of course estie was the first#the car maybe shit but este and pierre poses are 🔥#estie bestie#esteban ocon#eo31#my beloved spaghetto lungo#formula 1#f1#formula one#my art#alpine
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loved us more
a/n: this is it, the second instalment to "heartbreak anniversary"! some warnings may include - mentions of anthione hubert, flowers, grieving; its a sad/angry piece :") don't hate me!!!
masterlist | heartbreak anniversary
i miss you too.
he read the words again and again. pierre remembers the feeling of waking up to that text from you, the slither of hope that he felt extinguished all the pain in his chest. he remembers picking up his phone to call you, and it rings once before going straight to voicemail.
"hi, you've reached my voicemail! i'm probably taking a nap so... i'll call you back?"
that was a month ago.
now he was here, in spa, the last stop of the triple header this year. he walks into the red bull hospitality building, greeting the team members as he passes them. valencia spots him first, and she makes a beeline towards the frenchman.
"i've got your flowers, they're in the room."
"grazie," pierre thanks her, making his way up to his drivers room. when he opens the door, the first thing he spots is the bouquet laying on the table - brown paper encasing the white and pink chrysanthemums. his heart drops, knowing that the triple thread twine holding the flowers together was your signature.
"mon ange, we could really just go to a florist for this." pierre tells you as he watches from behind.
"tonio would appreciate this." you say, placing the flowers gently on top of each other.
you had the privilege of meeting anthione when you first started dating pierre, and you immediately hit it off with his childhood friend. the three of you had grown close over the course of a couple of months, and the accident had hit you and pierre equally hard. it was the first year without him, the first race back in spa, and you wanted to make something special for him; and you know flowers were the only way to show your love for the boy now.
pierre continues to watch as you arrange the flowers with care, wrapping them in brown paper, cutting up the three strands of twine to finish the bouquet. you put it in a jug of water to keep the flowers fresh, taking a step back to admire it.
pierre hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. he sighs softly, "yeah, he would."
his fingers touch the flowers gently, and pierre is almost sure that you were the one who put this together. but were you really here, in spa? he shakes the thought out of his head, he knows he can't be hanging on to that slither of hope this weekend. after the last two races that he underperformed in, he needed to focus.
there's a soft knock on the door just as pierre picks up the bouquet, and pyry sticks his head in the room.
"time for the track walk." pierre nods.
his friend looks at him sympathetically after recognising the bouquet. he holds the door open for him and pierre walks out, holding the bunch of flowers in his hand.
he walks quietly with the team, bouquet in one hand as they make their way down to the garage. he was clutching on to the stalks of flowers so tightly, trying his best to push all thoughts behind as he made his way down to the track. but he couldn't help it, he scanned the garage, the places you would usually stand while waiting for him; and you were no where to be found.
its as if suddenly pierre realised that you were really not there anymore.
his team decides to do the track walk on foot, and they make their way down - chatting about the previous race and following up with the new one. they come up right before eau rouge, and whatever strategy spoken before that long forgotten when pierre sees a silhouette he's all too familiar with, walking next to a tall frame that he knew was esteban.
"so coming right up here there aren't too many changes, just a couple-"
"sorry hang on-" pierre jogs forward but doesn't get too close as they arrive at the top of eau rouge. he watches from a distance as the girl in the blue dress squats down to place the flowers on the ground.
pink and white chrysanthemums.
"y/n?" pierre almost did not want to call out your name, in fear that he was just seeing things, hoping things. but the silhouette turns at the sound of his voice, and it was indeed you.
he jogs up the rest of the distance between the both of you, and there's a gentle smile on your face.
"hi there," you say softly. pierre doesn't speak, but he just watches you, his eyes fixated on yours. esteban looks between you and him, and he wants to say something, but decided against it, letting the pair take in the moment.
pierre scoffs, "hi? after all this time all you can manage is hi?"
esteban's eyes widen, and so do yours. you take a step back from him, eyeing the man up and down. esteban steps closer to you but you turn to him, letting him know it was okay.
"tu me manques aussi. i miss you too. you forgot about that?" he says flatly, completely ignoring the stares he's getting. you sigh, breaking eye contact with him as your eyes trail to some of the flowers that were already laid on the ground.
"let me talk to tonio first, we can talk about that later." you say, pushing past him as you knelt on the ground. and it's suddenly when pierre remembers that he's here to pay respects to anthione, so he steps back, knowing the importance of this moment to you. he laid his bouquet down, and he steps back before walking off. you look at both bouquets - almost identical to one another, and tears start to form in your eyes.
"grazie mille, y/n. i know this was very last minute. the boy didn't even tell me he hadn't gotten flowers until yesterday." valenica hugs you, holding the bouquet you just handed to her.
you knew in the moment that pierre would recognise your work immediately, but you still handed it to her, "its no big deal. least i could do after all these years."
esteban squeezes your shoulder, "i'm going to wait up front, join us when you're ready."
you nod, turning your attention back to the flowers.
"hi tonio," you sigh, bowing your head, "you've got two bouquets this year, lucky you huh?"
you laugh humourlessly, "i know, i know, if you were here, you would've nagged my ear off already. but i had to let him go, and i think you would've agreed with me," you run your fingers along the petals of the flowers, "hopefully."
"you know, there was a part of me that thought i could work it out. there was a small part of my heart that wanted to crawl back to him, to tell him i love him, that i forgive everything he did. but there's another part - a bigger part of me that knows i could never forget it." you sigh again, blowing a kiss to the flowers, "i love you and miss you tonio."
you stood up from the ground, joining esteban as you both made your way back to the pitlane. he shows you one of his tiktoks that he just curated while waiting, and you couldn't help but giggle. pierre hears your laughter fill the air first, before spotting you as you walked into the pits. he makes his way towards you, and your heart sinks.
"i'll see you later. call me if you need me." esteban whispers in your ear. when esteban leaves, pierre comes closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.
"come to my room." he said in a low voice.
you tug at the lanyard around your neck, "i'm with alpine this weekend."
"then i'll come to yours." he said nonchalantly.
"arrête ça s'il te plait." stop this, please
"alors ne dis pas des choses que tu ne penses pas" then don't say things you don't mean.
"comment savez-vous que je ne le pensais pas?" how do you know i didn't mean it? you clap back, folding your arms in front of your chest. there's a pause, and you take it as your cue to walk off, but you hear him shout from behind,
"est-ce que tu m'aimes encore?" do you still love me?
you spin around, walking towards him furiously. he looks at you, his eyes empty and void of any more emotion. but the attention that you've gathered from the multiple teams around you made your blood boil.
you poke his chest, speaking through gritted teeth, "you don't get to say that when you're the one who cheated on me."
"but you miss me, no?"
you scoff, pulling him into the alpha tauri garage, away from prying eyes.
"yes pierre, i miss you. is that what you want to hear? is that what will make you happy?" you pretty much exploded in front of his team, but you couldn't care less. pierre is still staring at you and he wants to say something, but a person emerges in the corner of your eye, and for a moment you couldn't believe it.
the same fucking brunette.
you snap your head in her direction, and she's like a deer caught in headlights. pierre turns in the same direction, and the look in his eyes changes - was it fear? or disappointment? you couldn't really tell. but you knew you had to leave. you turn to him, for the last time.
"don't- don't fucking call me, text me or even attempt to talk to me anymore, pierre gasly."
"s'il te plait, mon ange." please, my angel. he grabs on to your arm, pulling you towards him. you try to squirm out of it, but he wouldn't let go.
"s'il te plait? you brought her here, mon amour. after all that we went through, it only took you three weeks before you brought a new girl to a race. and it's her, pierre. i know it's her."
"i- i couldn't- you didn't pick up the phone so-"
"so you brought her here? to the one race you know was of importance to the both of us? you ruined us, pierre. with your own bare hands, you ruined us. the poor girl didn't even do anything wrong and now you're parading her around like some arm candy, something to fill the void in your heart." every word you said was laced with venom, used as ammunition against the person you still loved.
"when did we get so bad pierre? what happened to us?"
pierre looks down on the floor, "i'm sorry, mon ange."
you sigh, knowing that going on isn't going to bring either of you anywhere.
"yeah pierre, i'm sorry too." your eyes meet the brunette's as you speak to pierre for the last time,
"i hope you treat her better, because god knows she deserves more than you ever gave me."
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PAIRING: esteban ocon x reader
WORD COUNT: 0.5k
NOTES: don't write for estie bestie, but for @estevries i will <33 hope u enjoy, cay bae. hope i did him justice <33
“esteban?” your voice just barely raised above a whisper.
it had been silent for the past few minutes, and you couldn’t help but wonder if esteban had fallen asleep. your fingers lightly tapped against his chest, just grazing the skin of his bare chest,
a hum sounded from beneath you, he was awake.
you paused your tapping, instead wrapping the arm around his waist. you picked up your head, resting your chin against his chest, eyes gazing up at his face.
esteban opened his eyes, half-lidded as if heavy with sleep. he caught your gaze and a soft smile graced his lips. he blinked slowly, arm coming around your waist to push you flush against his bare torso and chest.
“‘m awake, promise,” it was a jumbled mess, but you could make out his words easily, courtesy of the countless late nights you’d spent with a drowsy esteban.
this time, you spoke slightly louder than the first, “i can’t sleep.”
esteban’s eyes fluttered close as he smiled at you, “lève-toi, mon chou.” get up, my sweetheart
you smiled, pushing off of his chest. you watched as esteban pushed himself up, resting his back against the cushioned headrest of your bed. he pushed the blanket back and gestured for you to slot yourself between his legs.
you cuddled into his torso, a tired giggle escaping your lips when esteban’s finger grazed against the underside of your tummy. the two of you quickly found yourselves assembling into a very familiar position— a product of many sleepless nights like tonight.
esteban wrapped his arms around you, one hand coming up to rest at your thigh, palm up, while the other caressed the side of your torso. your fingers busied themselves, playing with his. a soft smile made its way to esteban’s face— after so many months, he still couldn’t get over how cute your little habits were.
“c'était quoi cette fois-ci?” his voice was quiet, mixing in with the calm silence that fell over the two of you. what was it this time?
you hummed noncommittally, “nothing, really. just anxiety.”
“dont tu veux parler?” do you want to talk about it?
you lightly shook your head, “not really.”
“d’accord.” okay. he tightened his grip on you, “do you wanna hear what pierre did today?”
you smiled lazily, turning your head up to look at him, “was it as bad as last week?”
“worse.” esteban leaned down and placed a kiss on your upturned forehead.
“enlighten me.”
esteban sighed, before getting into his long retelling of how pierre had managed to break the door knob of his driver room, dramatizing some parts to elicit laughs from you. after the retelling ended, he went on to share more moments from the past season, voice getting quieter as the minutes passed.
it wasn’t long before your breathing slowed, head snuggled into the crook between his shoulder and torso, fingers intertwined with his.
esteban carefully pulled the two of you down into bed again, lips pressing to your forehead once more as he closed his eyes and followed you into the dream world.
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I’m really surprised to see you haven’t gotten many esteban asks!!! He’s one of my favs for sure 🤭 any soft dom audios you might have with him would be much appreciated ❤️❤️ Thank u!!
I found this while looking for audios for my last ask
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encouragement x Esteban Ocon
Y/N x Esteban Ocon
Theme: Smutish, Touching (not too explicit)
At the start of the race weekend, you spend some time with Esteban, giving him a kiss (and more) for good luck ;) x
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Time flies when you're enjoying yourself, and that's exactly what happened to this year's summer break. You spent all of your time with your boyfriend, Esteban, mostly on his yacht with a few of your friends, but now it's time for him to go racing again.
It's Saturday when you find yourself inside the paddock, specifically inside Esteban's motorhome, reminiscing about the past few weeks. Dreamily, you're watching the blue sky through the window, thinking about nothing in particular, just the feeling of blissful lightheartedness. Those weeks flew by without a care in the world, and being back in the paddock is a two-edged sword. On the one hand, you love watching Esteban race and cheering for him, swooning over every move he makes, but on the other hand, you also love spending every second of the day with him without any responsibilities.
Still daydreaming, you suddenly feel a pair of hands on your waist, holding you shortly before they make their way along your waistline, where their fingers meet and intertwine themselves, pulling you back into a loving hug. Immediately, your back is covered in a comforting warmth, encouraging your entire body to melt into the hug, embracing it completely.
"Mhmm." Esteban growls quietly with his mouth so close to your ear that just the sound of his growls sends shivers down your spine. It feels like you're still on the boat, and when you close your eyes, you can see yourself actually standing there, watching the ocean carelessly roam about.
"Esteban." You breathe deeply and place a hand right on his, brushing across his soft skin with just the tips of your fingers. As you turn your head to meet his face, he uses this to place a gentle kiss on your neck. "That feels so good." You smile, and just then, the faint scent of his cologne enters your nostrils. It's hovering all around him, a thin veil of that oh-so-beautiful, familiar scent.
Esteban still growls in agreement, and slowly, you turn yourself around inside his loving embrace. His hands stay in place, making sure to keep you close to him, and to steady yourself, you place both of your hands on his firm chest.
He's wearing his Alpine racing suit; those colors look so good on him, and his hair is nicely done, even though that cap lying on the cupboard next to you is going to hide soon. However, his suit is not zipped up fully, so you can spot the tight fireproofs underneath his suit. You missed seeing him in his racing attire. It suits him so well, and you're so happy to be able to join him this weekend.
Your mind is slowly but steadily slipping away again as you let your eyes wander all over his body, following the movements of your hands and drawing lines across his chest. Enjoying how it feels, a coy smile forms in the corner of your lips, even though you would love to be on the boat again, admiring his beautiful form in its entirety.
Instinctively, Esteban's hands wander toward your butt, causing that coy smile to grow even bigger.
"A penny for your thoughts?" He says it with a rougher voice than usual, sending shivers down your back.
Lifting your head slightly, your eyes meet instantly. There is a spark glinting in his gorgeous eyes—the same spark shimmering throughout every day of summer break. This time, it's his burning desire to finally race again. It's his passion and his life, after all. You can tell by the way his hands move to the small of your back or how that mischievous smirk spreads across his whole face.
His demeanor is contagious, and you're mirroring him right away. "I just missed...this." You stroke his chest harder, feeling his muscles and his chest through his clothes.
As Esteban purrs contently, you feel his fingers brush over the small of your back again and again. Esteban is enjoying this very much, which makes it even better for you.
"You look so good, babé." You lean into him, breathing against his mouth.
With a huge smirk, he embraces your lips with his own. He melts into you, kissing you back. "Y/N." He moans silently at you.
At the same time, you let one of your hands slip inside his suit, feeling all of him, especially his pecs and nipples, grow harder and harder with every second that goes by. You love teasing him, and having been with him for nearly two years now, you know which buttons to push to make him yours.
"Naughty, aren't we?" Esteban growls with an enormous smile on his lips as you brush your fingers over his hard nipples once, then twice. He then uses his tongue to explore your mouth, leaving drops of his delicious taste all over your tongue.
You can tell he's getting more and more into it, but sadly, there isn't that much time before he's about to get ready for qualifying. Reluctantly, you separate yourself just enough to still feel his warm lips lingering on yours.
"How about we make a little deal?" You smirk, with your hand still inside his suit and your fingers tracing the visible outlines of his muscles through every line of his abs.
"That can't be good." He chuckles, holding back a soft, longing moan. His hands are now back at your butt, clinging on to you, not wanting this moment to pass that quickly.
"Well." You giggle shortly. "If you do good today, we can finish this once we're back at the hotel." Licking your lips, you make sure to tease him a little more just by stroking him around his navel.
Esteban lifts his chin, looking at you with a fire now burning deep inside his eyes.
"Oh? What is that?" He shakes his head slowly, playing the oblivious one.
Closing your eyes for a second, you move your other hand to his waist and even further down to his crotch. Right away, you can tell he's enjoying all of this very much. He can't hide the desire forming inside his suit, but Esteban doesn't want to.
As soon as you place a hand gently on the tent forming inside his trousers, he starts to purr again.
"How about that?" You smirk innocently, leaning in again, but this time, your lips barely brush over his. "Do we have a deal?" You breathe against his mouth, right into his mouth, and he's taking it in before letting out a soft grunt.
"Oh, you're on." He takes his chance, stealing one more kiss. You embrace him for a moment before you separate from each other.
With a look at the clock, you both know that there is not much time left. As he grabs his cap, you take another look at his beautiful body. He looks so good, even with that cap on.
"Let's go." He winks playfully and reaches for your hand. Gladly, you take it, and together, you head for the Alpine garage.
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𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?
I had to post this before my girls murdered me. @diorleclerc @libraryofloveletters @lickmeleclerc this is for u <3
ship: esteban ocon x fem!reader.
summary: Your friend, Esteban, agrees to be your date at your sister’s wedding... with your ex. Things can only get better from there, can’t they?
warnings: bad language probably. disfuntional family. Ben (my usual readers will get it). tequila mention. cheating mention. smut. unprotected sex. SO SORRY FOR THE GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT YOU MIGHT FOUND.
word count: +12.9K.
PART ONE HERE
THURSDAY
The next morning when you woke up, Esteban was nowhere to be found. It was around 10 AM and you had the morning free from any wedding activity. Thanks to God cause with how things were between you two, you didn't think you could pull out a smile. That night you had your sister’s bachelorette party. It gave you a headache just thinking about having to attend.
Everything was a complete disaster. You didn’t even know if Esteban hadn’t already left after the fight you had last night. You lifted your head from the pillow. His backpack was still on the couch, so he wasn’t gone. Good. How did everything go down the drain so fast last night? After you believed everything was fine and you were questioning our relationship with him after that kiss. Maybe you shouldn't overthink anything and just leave everything like that. Last night, everything had been ruined in a matter of minutes.
When you went down to the pool in an attempt to relax and not go crazy in the room waiting to see what would happen with Esteban. Your sister and some of her friends, including the bridesmaids, were sitting in one corner of the pool. You were going to pretend dementia as if you hadn’t seen them, but your sister raised her hand. Damn, now you had to go say hi. Maybe you should have stayed in your room. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how there were a couple of people in the pool playing volleyball, among whom you found Phillip... and Esteban. There he was then. And yes, seeing him without a shirt caused things suddenly. You didn’t understand why, but the image of him without a shirt and only with his shorts was incredibly tempting. It wasn’t the first time you saw him like that since you used to go on vacation together with your friends, but it was the first time that seeing him like that caused something in you.
“Hi everyone,” you greeted them when you were by their side. You sat down in one of the empty chairs.
“Your boyfriend is fineeeee,” One of Chloé’s friends said, lowering her sunglasses to look at Esteban. Yesterday you met her at the party, was it Cindy? Sydney? Sandy! That was her name.
“Thank you?” You answered with a tone of doubt, not being sure what to say.
“True, I ran into him today at the gym and I think my ovaries exploded,” another of Chloé’s friends said.
“She liked him since they were kids,” Chloé finally said
“I didn't, Chloé.” you rolled your eyes and stretched out on the lounge.
“Please, you always liked a good charity case,” she pointed. That was it. You were going to send her to hell if she kept talking about Esteban like that.
“Charity?” Sandy asked
“He was poor,” Chloé explained, “And he lived in a caravan with his parents”
“Diuh,” Sandy said, wrinkling her nose as if that was gross.
“Chloé,” you warned her with a threatening tone. You were tired of the way she dismissed Esteban.
“Are you going to tell me it’s a lie?” Your sister said, raising her brows. You purse your lips. Chloé knew very well that you would not make a fuss in public, that just wasn’t your style.
“Some people have to work,” you signaled.
“Ugh, work.” Sandy wrinkled her nose again.
“He is still a commoner, a new rich, one of those who had a stroke of luck,” Chloé told you. She was going to find you if she kept picking on you like this.
“Now that he has some millions, things got interesting,” Chloé’s other friend said.
“Yes, they did,” your sister replied, and the look Chloé gave to him before looking at you again gave you a chill. What was she up to? Her look could not bode well. What did she have in mind? You weren’t sure you wanted to know.
After a while, Sandy and the other friend you had discovered her name was Tiffany, headed inside to go to a massage session they had booked at the hotel spa.
“Trouble in paradise?” Your sister suddenly asked as you opened your eyes to look at her.
“Not at all”
“You haven’t looked at him once since you sat here.” She pointed, and you rolled your eyes, trying to dismiss her theory.
“You’re seeing things, Chloé” You pointed out still without looking at him “I've him all for me in our room, no need to brag about it in public, right?“
“You know? It’s okay if you just admit that he came with you out of pity” He was your fake boyfriend, so technically it’s not like he was with you because he loved you. Despite that, it was bothering you that your sister wanted to make you feel bad because a boy like Esteban had paid attention to you. Yes, you had braces and glasses when you met him in high school, but for years now, you wore contact lenses and had your braces removed.
“Again with that? I know it’s hard for you to believe, but he is with me because he wants to”
“Bothering mon tresór again, Chloé?” Esteban’s voice interrupted them. You turned to look at him appear behind you and lean on the back of your lounger.
“Whatever” Your sister didn’t even bother to address Esteban. You knew it was partly because she didn’t consider him worthy enough to talk to her. He just ignored her and gave you a lopsided smile instead that made things to you. If he wasn’t mad at you and if you didn’t know your relationship wasn’t like that, you would say he was flirting with you “Hi babe” He said and you looked up at him before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips. His kiss was short but slow and so sensual that you could feel something stirring inside you. ‘It’s not like that’ you repeated to yourself internally. The way you looked at each other, touched and kissed, was too intimate to be ‘just friends', but you understood it could be your mind playing tricks on you. After all, you were pretending to be something else to everyone else.
“Ugh, find a room,” Chloé interrupted him and a couple of seconds later, you separated.
“Jealous?” You asked, trying to get some arrogance out. Maybe Esteban was right yesterday. It was time for you to give Chloé back some of her nastiness.
“You wished,” she huffed before getting up from her lounger and walking inside. When you raised your head to see him, Esteban had already left. You threw your head back on the lounger. Perfect. Just perfect. Despite the small moment you just shared, you were still at war.
When you got back to the room, he wasn’t there either and didn’t show until you were finishing putting on your earrings. You were ready to meet the rest of the bridesmaids and your sister in the hotel lobby. Esteban just stared at you. He was still dressed as he came from the beach, which didn’t surprise you.
“Are you staying?” You asked before taking your little bag.
“Yes,” The answer did not surprise you. He could barely tolerate Ben, so you didn’t see Esteban attending his bachelor party. From what you’ve heard about the bridesmaids, the bachelor party was going to have some strippers.
“Good,” you told him, walking towards the door
“Good,” He replied before you left.
You two had been friends for so long that you wanted to believe there was a solution, but at the moment, you were both stubborn. Esteban didn’t seem to give in and you weren’t going to either. You kept your position that you didn’t think you had done anything wrong to deserve such treatment from him. It wasn’t your fault that Ben approached you.
When you got to the lobby, your sister was already wearing a headband that said ‘I’m getting married’ and the bridesmaids had one that said ‘We’re her bridesmaids’. Your sister had arranged for your father to charter a yacht, so everything was up and running when you arrived at the port. How had she thrown a party like this when she was on the other side of the world? You’d rather not know. As soon as the group dispersed, you took off your headband and threw it around. You would not walk around with a bright pink sign, you preferred to go unnoticed.
You were sitting in one of the yacht’s dining room chairs drinking a margarita when someone slid in next to you. You looked up only to see your sister. Chloé was a pain in the ass. You rolled your eyes, determined to ignore her.
“You know (Y/N), there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time and I didn’t quite know how to approach it”
You frowned. Your sister’s expression seemed conflicted. Well, that was something new “You will say”
“It’s about Ben”
“Then I don’t want to hear it” You shook your head “I’m not interested in anything that has to do with him”
“I think this is important for you to know” She bit her lower lip as if thinking what to say next “Even though Ben asked me not to tell you”
“Ok, I hear you” If that made Chloé leave faster than you were going to hear her digress.
“Our thing started earlier than everyone thinks”
You raised your brows “Meaning?”
“Ben and I were together while you and he were dating.”
“I’m sorry?” You asked, wanting to make sure you hadn’t misheard.
“I’m sorry” You knew she wasn’t sorry one bit. Knowing your sister, she had done the act of the sorry sister only for you to fall for her story. That little- “He kept promising me he was going to break up with you all that time until he finally did”
Break up with you? You had broken up with him. Ben wanted you to stay, almost begged you. “Chloé, he didn’t break up with me. I broke up with him.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, (Y/N), I know the truth” She clucked her tongue and the gesture Chloé made told you she knew nothing about that. Oh, God.
“It’s the truth. I broke up with him. He begged me not to leave him” ‘before he proposed to me so I wouldn’t leave' you wanted to add, but you didn't want to do that to her. As much as she was a bitch, you wanted to believe that you were better, you had to be better, right?
“We love each other so much,” she said in a sonorous voice that just made you roll your eyes.
“Good for you, but did you have to put me in the middle? Couldn’t you at least wait until we were over?” You asked before biting the inside of your cheek hard, trying to control your emotions.
“You know what they say, sis, love is love. We couldn’t help it.” Chloé shrugged.
You didn’t want to fall into her trap but you needed to know the truth. At least she seemed willing to give it up to hurt you “For how long?”
“For how long, what?” she asked.
“How long were you sleeping for?”
“Let me see” Your sister made a thoughtful expression. She enjoyed that. “For two years? Maybe more?”
“That’s more than half of our relationship,” you gasped. You thought maybe you had hooked up towards the end of your relationship when you and Ben weren’t that connected anymore, but it seems he had been lying right under your nose for pretty much your entire relationship.
“Sorry sis, it is what it is” Chloé shrugged before getting up and winking at you “Enjoy the party though”
And boy, you enjoyed the party. Before the night was over, you drank most of the alcohol in the bar. It felt like you were an idiot. You felt betrayed. You didn’t even care that much about Ben not being yours, but about the betrayal. He and your sister must have had the time of their lives laughing at you behind your back. During the day, he saw you and at night he slept with Chloé. It made you nauseous to think that he had been fucking both of them at the same time.
You were so drunk that one guest had to help you safely off the yacht and walk across the harbor to safety to the limo you had come in with your sister and her friends. The chauffeur agreed to take you to the hotel and return to the port later to look for your sister and her friends. You spent the travel dozing until they got to the hotel, and you thanked him before getting out of the car. You had taken off your heels, so you entered the hotel with your heels in hand and when you saw yourself in the elevator mirror. Your reflection was deplorable, your eyeliner and mascara were smudged, and your hair was all messed up.
You opened the door of the room trying to be as quiet as possible considering that the lights were off. However, in your eagerness not to turn on the lights, you hit your toe on the wall. You let out a moan loud enough to hear how Esteban moved in bed.
“(Y/N)?” he asked softly.
“I’m sorry,” you replied with a sob. The hit wasn’t even the problem, that was the straw that had filled a night full of emotions that made you feel stupid, angry, and sad at the same time.
“You’re crying?” He asked before turning on the light, “Oh god, are you ok?” Your appearance must have been worse than you thought, judging by the speed with which he jumped out of bed to walk beside you.
“He cheated on me” You sobbed now and cried.
“Who?” He asked, approaching you.
“Ben”
“What?”
“He cheated on me with Chloe,” you replied as he wrapped his arms around you. You rested your head on his chest.
“What? He told you that?”
“My sister did,” you explained to her in her raspy voice “He was sleeping with her for almost all our relation”
“With your sister?” He asked with a tone an octave higher than normal “Oh mon tresór, I’m so sorry” Esteban started stroking your hair. It was the first time he was calling you that when you weren’t in public, but you were going to let it slide. You were too tired to overthink.
“No, you don’t” He had told you many times that by the way Ben acted, he was hiding things from you. You believed Esteban was just being dramatic about it “This is a moment where you tell me you were right”
“But I don’t want to be right,” He let out a sigh “I’m sorry he did that to you”
“Yes, me too”
“Are you sure it’s true? Your sister is capable of making it up,” He suggested and you shook your head in response.
“No, she seemed very pleased to tell me” That didn’t assure you that Chloé wasn’t fabricating the story. It was difficult to express but her look, her expression, told you that your sister was not making anything up.
“I’m sorry,” He murmured, kissing you on the top of your head before you closed your eyes leaning against him. Esteban caressed your cheeks, trying to dry your tears.
“Sorry to wake you up”
“I wasn’t sleeping, I was waiting for you to come back” That statement, as simple as it sounded, suddenly seemed incredibly personal. Something so simple and so normal was suddenly so intimate.
“You were right yesterday, when you told me I always want to please everyone,” you admitted “I tried doing it with my parents and Ben and see where that got me”
“I was being an idiot,” He replied “You shouldn’t regret being a good person, I just want you to be happy too”
You were about to answer when you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. You ran to the bathroom before throwing up. God, the last round of tequila had been a bad idea. You threw up again. Maybe the last two rounds of tequila were unnecessary.
“Are you ok?” His voice asked before feeling how they caressed your back.
“No,” you moaned, leaning against the bathtub “I feel so stupid”
“Don’t do it. He’s an idiot, not you.” He helped you up before putting paste on your toothbrush so you could brush your teeth and mouthwash in a glass.
“I know, my rational part knows, but I still feel like an idiot,” you told her once you finished brushing your teeth.
“It’s not your fault,” He repeated before giving you your pajamas and some privacy so you could change. When you were ready, you just crawled into bed before he came back with a glass of water and a painkiller that he left on your nightstand.
“You can sleep under the sheets if you want?” you suggested as you slipped under the covers.
“Let’s just leave it at that,” He replied, and you moved against him to lay your head on your shoulder. Just like that, you two fell asleep.
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FRIDAY
The next morning, to say that you felt as if a truck had run over you was an understatement. You felt terrible. The hangover didn’t let you think straight. Those last two rounds of tequila were unnecessary. You let out a groan without being willing to open your eyes to face the day. Your moan was greeted by a giggle from Esteban.
“How do you feel?”
“Is it necessary to ask? Like shit,” You moaned.
“Take the painkiller,” He suggested, and you rolled over to get the pill and glass of water from your nightstand “That might help"
“I’m never going to drink again,” you said after taking the painkiller “Ever again“
“Sadly, I don’t believe a word of you”
“I’m serious,” you insisted, “I think I drank three bottles of tequila by myself”
“How do you feel?” He asked, and you knew Esteban wasn’t talking about your hangover.
“Fine” You shrugged. The news still felt strange to you, but there was nothing you could do about it. Although you were furious with them, you didn’t want to give your sister the satisfaction of seeing how she had affected you.
“Yesterday you were crying about him”
“Again with that?” you complained. What was his obsession with stirring up your past with Ben?
“Why would you cry if you don’t want to go back to him?”
“I don’t want to go back to Ben. I was crying because I felt like an idiot for trusting him.” You pointed. The broken trust hurt you the most, with your sister and with Ben. Both of them should have been honest or not bedded in the first place “How could you think I’d go back to Ben? After everything, he did to me?”
He stared at you as if he was processing your words, “You’re right, I’m sorry”
“Okay, but stop suggesting that.” You let out a sigh “I don’t think I can move. Bring me something to eat?” You asked and he let out a laugh.
“Yes, give me a minute,” Esteban replied before taking his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom.
Yes, everything seemed to be fine again between you. You two spent the rest of the day in the room. Nothing romantic at all. You had slept most of the morning and noon and he watched some TV show on Netflix. You liked the way he had gently stroked your hair until you fell asleep, but that was it. The seamstress brought your bridesmaid dress in the afternoon and she left it for you to try on.
“Look, I told you, I’m a shiny peach,” You told him and he let out a laugh “Thank you” you replied sarcastically
“You’re a cute shiny peach though”
“I don’t want to be a peach,” you complained with a groan.
“Don’t worry, you could wear a garbage bag, you’ll still be the most beautiful girl in the room”
You stared at him “You don’t have to say things like that”
“I mean it”
“Thank you, I guess,” you replied, feeling how your face got a little hot and placing a lock of hair behind your ear. Why were you suddenly acting like a schoolgirl? He was just trying to be nice and make you feel better about the ugliest dress your sister could have picked out for you. That was what friends did, right? Make the other feel better when they were down. The dress was hideous and not even a catwalk beauty could make that dress look good. The satin fabric shone even brighter in the lights, so you weren’t sure you’d want to see the wedding photos again after that weekend.
An hour later, you were finishing your makeup in the bathroom, already dressed for the rehearsal dinner, when you saw him approach out of the corner of your eye.
“A little help?” Esteban asked with his tie undone around his neck.
“Don’t worry about it today, don’t even wear the suit jacket”
“No sparkly peach dress today?”
“Not today,” You let out a dramatic sigh “You’ll see it in all its splendor tomorrow”
“What if you tell your mother you don’t want to use it?” He asked.
“It would kill me,” you replied, causing him to laugh “My sister too but my mother above all, for breaking with the aesthetics of the wedding and my sister’s wishes”
“For what it’s worth, it doesn’t matter if you look like a shiny peach, you’ll still be the prettiest girl in the room.” You wanted to feel ok about it but you had the insecurity that you didn’t understand what it meant to feel that. Esteban was just being a good friend to you, wasn’t he? Not being sure of the answer to that question made you even more nervous about it.
“Thanks, keep it up and I’ll believe everything and I’ll have my self-esteem through the roof,” you replied, passing by him to get your bag.
“You should,” He shrugged “Ready?”
“Yeah,” You opened the door “Although the last thing I want is to have to see Chloe or Ben,” You added as you walked down the hall towards the elevator “The very idea makes me sick”
“Your sister just wants to be the center of attention. Don’t give her the pleasure,” Esteban told you, pressing the button to call the elevator.
“She’s the bride, she’s the center of attention indeed,” you pointed out.
“You know what I mean,” He told you as you entered the elevator “Don’t let her enjoy making you miserable”
“I’m not miserable,” You shrugged “I’m upset because I feel like that is a shitty thing to do to your sister”
“Chloé just wants the pleasure of making you feel bad about it”
“She thinks we’re in some kind of competition and that she won because she stayed with Ben.”
“Ignore them and show them you’re happy”
“My sister is going to love that I ignore her,” you let out a laugh “And I have to brag about how happy I am with my new boyfriend,” you added, giving him a wink and joking.
“I heard that your new boyfriend is a topic of conversation”
“Oh yes, he is a great catch, incredibly attentive and charming even though he snores a lot”
Esteban frowned before the elevator doors opened “I don’t snore”
You raised your brows “How do you know if you’re asleep?”
“No one ever complained,” He shrugged.
“Ok, too much information.” You raised your hand “I don’t wanna know how many girls you slept with”
He cleared his throat. “I was talking about my physical therapist.”
You raised your brows as you entered the hotel room “He watches you sleep?”
“Sometimes he is in the motorhome when I rest”
You were about to answer him, but your mother walked toward you. Esteban slipped his hand over yours. You liked the way in those days that gesture had become almost second nature between you. A way for him to let you know he was there for you as a support. You appreciated it. You didn’t know if you could have survived that weekend without Esteban.
“Sorry to interrupt,” your mother said before taking your arm in a firm grip “Honey, your sister wants to talk to you”
“I'll be back,” you said to Esteban before your mother dragged you away from him.
“Chloé prefers that Tiffany be the one to give the maid of honor speech along with Ben’s best man tomorrow.” Your mother said and you could tell she was nervous judging by how she looked around her.
“Oh, it’s fine”
“She’s going to say a few short words today, too.”
“It’s fine by me”
“What are people going to say? People are going to talk about (Y/N) not making a speech.” Your mother shrieked in a whisper.
You saw how your sister rolled her eyes “Nothing mom, people ain’t gonna say anything,” Chloé turned to look at you “Besides, (Y/N) doesn’t care, right sis?”
“Not at all” You shrugged, dismissing it as exactly what you knew was going to upset Chloé. You really couldn’t care less that she didn’t pick you to give a speech at the wedding reception. Did she think that would bother you? You had prepared nothing because, being honest, you had nothing nice to say about your sister other than a couple of childhood memories, so you thought to improvise and mostly lie to create a delightful story that wasn’t true about your sister.
“I just think it’s better that you don’t talk,” Chloé repeated as if wanting to make sure that you had understood the fact that she wanted to exclude you as much as possible.
“Okay,” you agreed with a shrug. In the end, Esteban was right, your sister didn’t deserve even a second of your time “If you’ll excuse me I’ll go back to Este” You added before turning around to walk towards the one who was sitting already talking to some guests. The seat next to him had a sign with your name on it, so you sat there before moving a little closer to him and burying your head on his shoulder.
“Are you angry?” He asked in a whisper so that only you would hear.
“I’m tired,” you replied, nuzzling his shoulder with your nose “I can’t wait for all this to end”
“There is only one day left” He comforted you and you felt how he kissed the top of your head. “Just one day”
“I’m so done with all the drama,” you complained before hiding your head.
“Well, if it makes you happy, it looks like she’s going to explode at any moment. If looks could kill, you’d already be underground.” You did your best not to look at Chloé and just giggled, looking up to see her.
“She thought I was going to be mad if she took my reception speech away,” you explained before rolling your eyes “Please, all I was going to say were lies, anyway”
“Anything about how good your sister is and how much she and Ben deserve each other?” He asked.
“Exactly” You nodded your head.
He leaned towards you and grabbed your chin so you would look at him “I’m gonna kiss you right now” Esteban murmured against your lips and you just nodded your head slightly in response. The closeness still made you feel dizzy. It was like you couldn’t deny him anything when he went into “fake boyfriend” mode. The way he looked at you as if you two had been together for a long time made you think that Esteban would have been an excellent actor if he hadn’t succeeded as a driver.
He caught your lower lip between his before wrapping your mouth around his. His kiss was slow and a little too short for your liking, but the way he left you was something else. Without a doubt, you could describe that kiss as the most sensual you had ever had. Unfamiliar sensations ran through your entire body at that moment.
“I bet my mother must be loving this PDA,” you whispered, hiding your face in his neck.
He giggled at the tickle. “Who cares about what she thinks?” Esteban asked before the clinking of a couple of glasses interrupted them. You rested your head on his shoulder to listen as Ben addressed a couple of words of thanks to everyone. Esteban made fun of him a little, which made you let out small giggles. They were almost like teenagers again, whispering in class. You took advantage while a couple of Chloé’s friends were making a fool of themselves at karaoke to go to the toilet. When you came out, you didn’t expect to find Ben leaning against the hallway wall. What was he doing there? You thought you had made things clear the other day on the terrace.
“I don’t want to talk to you” You rolled your eyes to walk past him.
“Come on, don’t be jealous,” He told you, taking your arm, you turned around and walked away from him.
“Jealous? Chloe told me everything. You disgust me more than anything else,” you snorted.
You saw how Ben opened his eyes a little and turned white. What? He thought your sister was not gonna tell you about their little affair? “She seduced me, I swear”
“Oh my God” Did he think you would not find out that he had been fucking your sister behind your back? “What a pathetic excuse for a human being you are, are you going to blame my sister?” You could feel the fair building slowly inside of you. The way he treated you like a fool was pissing you off.
“It’s the truth,” He told you taking a step towards you and you took one back “I swear, she jumped on me”
“And I suppose you were a poor, helpless victim?”
“You know how Chloé is” he suggested your sister was what? a whore? Annoying? Insistent? whimsical? She might be all that, but he still had some responsibility for that.
“You’re pathetic” You shook your head and crossed your arms before turning around to walk towards the living room again.
“We were going through a rough patch,” Ben yelled, standing in front of you so you couldn’t pass “You barely paid attention to me”
Was he blaming you for all of that? He couldn’t admit that he had been sleeping with Chloé and that he was wrong? After all, he still wanted to blame you as if you had failed at something? “And fucking my sister behind my back was going to fix it?”
“It was a moment of weakness!” He groaned before scratching the back of his neck.
“Weak moment? Ben! You’re going to marry her. That’s more than just a moment for me.” You crossed your arms.
“It’s not a marriage, marriage”
“Tell my sister that,” You rolled your eyes, “You told her you broke up with me for her” You raised your brows to let him know you caught him in her lie “You know that’s not true, I broke up with you”
“It was what she wanted to hear” He shrugged as if he had just told a white lie
“So you lied to him?” you mocked You already found it funny how pathetic he was “You could have at least had the decency to break up with me before her and not spend two years with her behind my back”
“That was a mistake, it was all a mistake”
“And you conveniently left out that you asked me to marry you with the same ring you gave her” You saw how Ben took a step back as if someone had slapped him. Did he think you wouldn't see the engagement ring? “Yes Ben, I saw the ring”
“It was what I had to do,” He moaned like a teenager “You didn’t want to marry me”
“The fact that you believe that my sister and I are interchangeable is disgusting” Not only were you two different people but Ben in his eagerness to belong to your family and connect with the family fortune and your father above all not even He had bothered to pretend that it wasn’t “You are unbelievable, the best thing that happened to me in my life was not marrying you” You added before walking around him and walking to the banquet hall.
“I didn’t say you could leave,” Ben said behind your back.
“Bold of you to think that I have to ask your permission for anything,” you replied, looking him up and down.
“Mon tresór, everything is alright?” You heard Esteban’s voice behind you before you felt his hands on your shoulders.
“Yeah, I was taking out the trash,” you replied scathingly, staring at Ben. You had gone from being angry to being furious. The audacity of that guy.
“No one called you,” Ben added without taking his eyes off you “Stay out, commoner”
“Commoner? What century are you in? You stupid, arrogant pig” You insulted him stepping forward ready to punch him in the face. Ben took a step towards you, also apparently intending to do the same, but with a single movement, Esteban pulled you back and stood in front of you.
“If I were you I would think about my next move,” He warned Ben, “I’m tired of you and no patience left”
“Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” Ben asked, looking offended and lifting his chin to look at Esteban, who was taller than him.
“Leave my girlfriend alone” The way he called you his girlfriend, even if it was all false, made your heart swell a little. The way he was incredibly patient but Esteban had had enough of Ben “She’s not interested in you as I think she already made it clear” He added sliding his hand to take yours “You’re getting married tomorrow dude, move on”
Ben let out a mocking laugh. “You come here, strutting around, but we all know that no matter how hard you try, you will always be that boy that used to live in a caravan.” You gasped. How dare you talk to him like that? You felt your blood boil, and you were ready to go over him but Esteban’s hand had you tightly trapped next to him “You can try to buy nice cars, get together with the right people but we all know the truth, you will never be one of us, you will never belong no matter how hard you try”
Esteban simply snorted in response “Who said I wanted to belong? And belong to what? To the rich kids’ club? If this is it, I don’t want to belong”
You raised your head to give him a proud smile. Clearly, he had much more patience than you and also seemed unmoved by Ben’s insult “I admire more a self-made man than a rich little brat” You added. He stopped looking at Ben to look at you and give you a small smile.
“Thank you, mon tresór” He gave you a smile after your little moment. “Why are you still here?” Esteban rolled his eyes which made you let out a giggle that you stifled against his shoulder “The fact that you think that’s an insult talks more about you than me, Ben”
“And show how pathetic you are, one more time” You finished before Esteban put his arm around your shoulders to walk towards the elevator. The night seemed like it was going to end early for you that night. The elevator doors closed, and you felt the urge to say something.
“I like that boy and I like this one” You started swallowing hard “Cause the essence is still the same” You could see flashes of teenage Esteban many times although he was now much more mature “You haven’t changed” You added “You grew up, you learned and you gave back to your parents everything they had to give up for you” His first goal when he had earned enough money had been to buy his parents a house so they could stop renting. You couldn’t do anything but respect “All the sacrifices they had to do” Esteban’s parents were two of the best people you had ever met, you had seen them many times in the paddock, and in part, you understood why Esteban was like that, his parents had raised him so that humility and hard work were big parts of his personality “You gave them back the house they sold for you, that speaks more about you than anything else” You shrugged.
Esteban just stared at you for a few minutes until the elevator door opened again. He didn’t say a word, he just walked over to you and gave you a brief kiss on the lips before you guys got out of the elevator. What had that been? You weren’t in public. Then why did he kiss you? Had you misunderstood everything and something else was going on with you? Had you given Esteban the wrong signals? You were getting nervous thinking about all the probable reasons he could have kissed you like that out of the blue.
When you got into bed that night, you couldn’t stop thinking if things had changed between you without you realizing it.
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SATURDAY
Saturday had finally arrived. The wedding had arrived. After that day, everything would be over. Last night you hadn’t stopped thinking about the kiss that Esteban had given you in the elevator, wondering if there wasn’t something else you had missed and if that wasn’t a sign that something else was going on between you that you weren’t picking up. Until the night before, everything had been normal, or so you thought.
The wedding wasn’t until the afternoon, so a couple of hours before you took a shower and changed so you could go to your sister’s suite where the rest of the bridesmaids were going to finish getting ready.
“I’m proud of you,” Esteban told you when you took your dress so you could leave the room with it in your hand.
“For what?” you tilted your head
“For showing up anyway,” He explained “It requires a lot of courage”
“Thanks but it’s not that impressive” You shrugged and cleared your throat to change the subject “See you later?”
“I’ll see you later,” Esteban confirmed before you left.
Well, that had been awkward but you still couldn’t process the kiss from the night before and connect it with everything else like the gestures of intimacy, you were also realizing that you seemed to enjoy the moments of intimacy with him and that these moments they seemed almost natural and not at all forced. The way he held your hand almost instinctively, how it was always there, even when he hadn’t been out on Thursday night, but yet still he was waiting for you when you came back from the yacht.
Esteban had always been your friend. You had been one of the few people in school who hadn’t made fun of him when he first started there. At first, out of pity and because you always needed to defend what was right, but then because you had liked him and he had proven to be a good boy. On the first day of classes, everyone knew he had a scholarship, which in your school was synonymous with being poor, so your classmates, including Ben, had not hesitated to make fun of him for that. “I didn’t know you were such a snob and a bully,” you had told Ben and after that, your classmates had taken care of their business. Esteban had smiled at you in gratitude and you smiled back at him. That was the beginning of your friendship.
“Hey” you greeted Chloé walking into her suite. The seamstress was finishing fitting the dress “You look good” You added trying to reach an olive branch to keep the peace, at least for that day.
“Of course I do,” Chloé replied, and you rolled your eyes at her arrogance “How does it feel to know that I won in the end?”
You frowned and left the dress on her sofa before turning to see her. You couldn’t understand how Chloé could believe that she had won by marrying Ben, you didn’t know if she was in love or if she believed that what she and Ben had was love but you felt a little sorry for her “You think you won because you’re going to marry Ben? Chloé, there is no winning here”
“I ended up staying with him” Only because you had rejected him first but you weren't going to say that to her, as Ben had proposed to you as long as he didn’t leave and with the same engagement ring that she was now wearing.
“You know he is a person and not a thing, right?” You told him, raising your brows.
“Whatever,” she rolled the reds “I understand you are jealous but you can’t have everything I have”
“Me? You are the one dating my leftovers,” She thought you were jealous and that couldn’t be further from the truth, you felt sorry because their marriage was more like a business than anything else and you didn’t know if your sister was more excited about getting married or for believing that you felt bad because she was marrying Ben “Couldn’t you get another man for yourself?”
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” She asked, giving you a lopsided smile as if she had just been told that she had won an award.
“No, I’m just sorry for you,” You shrugged. She was attempting to hit you low. You took a deep breath. You didn’t want to have “You’re beautiful and you could get any man you wanted, but you went out with a man who was with your sister first?”
“One more time, I prove I am the best of the two. He stayed with me” Chloé was delusional. She thought it was better because she was getting married and she had ‘stolen’ Ben from you. Nothing further from reality. “If you’re not interested in Ben, then why are you here, after all?”
“Your wedding doesn’t interest me, Chloé” You replied at the same time that the door opened and your mother, the makeup artist, and the hairdresser walked in “I’m only here because I have to be, don’t get confused”
You got into the bridesmaid's dress before sitting down so the hairdresser could fix your hair. Your mom started babbling about Chloé and Ben and how perfectly they were together. She didn’t even bother you about that. You were feeling uncomfortable, and a little frustrated because your mother didn’t even consider it strange that your sister was about to marry your ex. Your mother hadn’t even mentioned the fact that Chloé had gone after Ben of all men on earth. You had always tried to be as indifferent as possible to the favor your parents had for your sister. You had tried not to take it too personally or let it get to you, but at some point you were human. At that moment, you were being human, and you wanted to get angry about how your mother favored Chloé and granted her every whim. The way Chloé behaved was largely the fault of how your parents had pampered her all her life and told her she was always right and that she did nothing wrong.
You bit the inside of your cheek to stay calm and not open your mouth and say something you might regret. It wasn’t worth it. In a few hours, it would all be over. You spent almost all that time debating internally between your desire to explode and your desire to go unnoticed to end all that once and for all. Finally, anger won.
“After many years of knowing each other, they finally realized that they were meant to be,” you heard your mom say to the makeup artist. Chloé was four years younger than Ben and you, so it wasn’t like they both walked through the same social circles and the same people. Ben’s friends were part of ‘your social circle’ because most of them had gone to school with you, even though you might not like most of them for being arrogant pigs.
“And you see nothing strange in all that?” you asked, raising your brows
Your mother frowned “They are in love” You hated the way she talked about Chloé and Ben as if they had been friends forever and one day she realized they were in love with each other. That led you to think about Esteban and you, and you didn’t like to associate the two of you with them. You weren’t sure what was going on with you, but there couldn’t be more than friendship going on, right?
“You forgot he was dating me for much of that time,” You asked “Or does that part not fit into the fairy tale you made up in your head?” Your family was trying to sell a perfect fairy tale between Chloé and Ben, trying to keep up the image and possibly quell any speculation because you knew most of the guests today were going to remember that Ben had been with you before.
“They couldn’t help each other, love is love, dear” If someone else told you that ‘love is love’ you were going to explode, first Chloé and then your mother, did they want to pass all that off as love?
“Are you listening to yourself right now? One of your daughters fucked with your other daughter’s boyfriend behind her back and you think that’s ok? You had already lost your composure and now you were standing looking at your mother. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t think your mother knew exactly how Chloe and Ben’s relationship had started, but if she didn’t, she gave you no sign of it.
“Language,” she challenged you before putting her lips in a fine line. You could tell that she must not be happy that the makeup artist and the hairdresser were witnessing the entire scene. You weren’t happy about making all that public either, but you had had enough.
“Did you hear me? She slept with him throughout our relationship and you are defending her?”
“They are gonna get married,” your mother frowned “They are meant to be, like soul mates”
“Wha-” It wasn’t worth it. Your mother was a basket case. She would not change her mind and you didn’t want to waste your time trying to make her think otherwise. If up to that moment she hadn’t seen Chloé’s fakes, it was very unlikely that she would see them because you were pointing them out “You know what? This whole wedding can go to hell for as long as I care. I’m out,” you said before turning around to walk towards the door.
“You cannot leave” Your mother warned you
“I can and I will,” you answered “Watch me”
“What happened sis, can’t you handle the pressure?” Your sister spoke behind your back.
You turned to see her. Anger was bubbling up inside of you “Me? You spent your entire wedding week wanting to make me suffer because you think I’m still in love with him.” You looked her up and down “You pity me more than anything else”
“If you’re not in love with him, then why the fuss, sis?” You hated the way Chloé called you ‘sis’ in a teasing way. She was not enough to be an idiot?
“I can not credit the hypocrisy of this family, that’s why” You answered.
“Girls, calm down,” your mother interrupted, but neither of you paid any attention. Emotions were high.
“I’ve had enough of you” Not just for the wedding but in every way. You didn’t know if you wanted to continue putting up with your family after that day “Of all of you,” you added, looking briefly at your mother “I’m out”
“Let her go, mom, she can’t bear to see him marry me,” Chloé said with a smirk and crossed her arms over her chest. You remembered Chloé was allowed to call them ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ but you had always had to use ‘mother’ and ‘father’.
“I can’t bear that you think that having slept with him when he was still with me is fine and that she,” You pointed at your mother with a nod of your head “Don’t let you know how messed up that is”
“As mom told you, we couldn’t help it. Love is love, yes” If someone else repeated that phrase, it would end badly. Why would someone believe that this was love? Because even your sister didn’t seem to believe it. At that point, you weren’t even sure about the romance story she had told you the other day on the yacht.
“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes “I’m not jealous of you, I already told you, I feel sorry for you, you’re a poor soul who spent the week of her wedding paying attention to her sister instead of being happy to be about to marry the supposed love of her life” You didn’t want to be cruel you had already told Chloé earlier that you thought she was beautiful and could get any man she wanted and instead she was stuck with Ben just on a whim.
“How dare you, loser” She pushed you by the shoulders and you staggered
You stepped back and glared at her “Don’t touch me”
“I’ll do what I want,” Chloé answered before pushing you again, this time a little harder, which made you wobble again and lose your balance, stepping on your dress. You weren’t as steady in those heels as you would like. You heard a cloth rip and your butt hit the ground. The hairdresser made a gesture to approach you but you raised your hand so that he wouldn’t come closer and you got up alone.
You had had enough. If Chloé wanted to play, then they were going to play. You hated having to pay her back in kind, but if your sister had gotten into that mess, then she had to know the whole truth.
“You know? I’ve always hated that ring” You told him standing up, and you brushed off your dress. You noticed it was torn from the fall. “Ben gave me the same one when he proposed” You added and saw how Chloé’s expression faltered. “He told you the story about how his grandmother had that ring until his grandfather died because she never stopped loving him, didn’t he?” You did not know if Ben had used the same story with her, but now Chloé had stopped smiling and looked somewhere between horrified and confused.
“How-“ Your sister began. There it was. He had told her the same story, which, to top it off, was a lie.
“And he told you he bought it, especially for you, right?” You ventured “He told me that too”
“Liar”
You rolled your eyes “He did, he beg me not to leave him after I told him we were done, and then he asked me to marry him so I wouldn’t leave” After breaking up with him, Ben had opened a drawer and pulled out the ring to ask you married couple talking nonstop about why you two supposedly belonged together “He even told me his grandmother’s story to change my mind” One thing he knew was that you had a sensitive side he had probably wanted to appeal to with that story “Funny thing is that a week after he proposed to me that same ring was in Cartier” You had entered Cartier to buy a Christmas present for your mother and it turns out that the same ring that Ben had was on the counter of the store “It wasn’t as old as I thought then” The clerk had told you that the ring was from the new collection so there was no way it could be as old as Ben told you it was. Dude didn’t even bother to fake it.
Chloé stared at you. Not even a fly flew in the room “I don’t believe you,” she finally replied after a few seconds.
“Believe what you want is up to you,” you told her before turning around to leave the room. The truth was out. For you, Chloé was so desperate that she had taken your trash and recycled it. The only explanation was that Chloé was in love with Ben because otherwise, you didn’t understand why she was with him when she could have any man she wanted.
Your blood boiled. You had tried by all means not to explode, but you had had enough with your mother’s audacity. You couldn’t believe that she couldn’t even see how messed up I had been by what Chloé had done to you, not that you wanted Ben for yourself. It was that you couldn’t believe that no one would hold your sister accountable for the shitty move she had done on you.
You entered the room and slammed the door behind you. You could feel yourself trembling with fury. Esteban wasn’t there, but you could hear the shower running. You sat on the bed and examined the damage to the dress. The fabric of the skirt had ripped, and the damage was very clear. There was no way to hide it, it could be arranged, but there was a long time before the wedding. Maybe that was a sign that you guys really should go. It bothered you a little after putting up with it all week, but that was it.
Esteban’s voice interrupted your thoughts “Are you ok?” He asked you and you turned to see him. Bad idea. Especially since he was in a towel and fresh out of the shower. An image you didn’t need, especially after you didn’t know where you guys were standing after last night’s kiss. Maybe you were making a big deal on nothing.
“We should leave,” you replied, looking to your dress “This whole thing was a terrible idea from the beginning”
“What happened to the dress? Did you have a fit of rage or something?” He asked, and you heard his footsteps approaching you.
“Something like that” In theory, if you had had a fit of rage that had triggered the fight with your sister, but the dress had been Chloé’s fault. “I fought with Chloé”
“Tell me something new,” He replied, and you rolled your eyes “I’m going to get dressed now, don’t look”
“I didn’t mean to either.” You rolled your eyes and began to examine the fabric of the dress up close. It was nothing that could not be arranged if it were not because the wedding was hours away.
“Were you saying?” He told you and you heard the noise of clothes moving next to him. Maybe staying there while he did that wasn’t the best idea you’d ever had.
“I fought with Chloé. She pushed me and ripped her dress”
“Are you OK?”
“Yes” You nodded “But I think we should go”
“Hey if you wanna leave, I’m 100% on your side but-“
“But I made it this far and survived the entire week for nothing.” You finished it for him.
“Exactly,” He agreed as you listened as he zipped up his pants. Yes, staying there had not been a good idea because now your mind did not stop flying to places not so holy “But I understand if you want to leave,” He added.
“My mother just defended Chloé. She talks as if she hadn’t been under my nose with Ben all that time.” You sighed.
“Is that new? You already knew that your mother supports your sister” Esteban appeared in your range of vision and you turned to see him, he already had his suit pants on and was buttoning his shirt. ‘Keep your thoughts in line’, especially since a week ago your thoughts wouldn’t have strayed like this. Although a week ago, you would never have been in that situation with him.
“Yeah, but I didn’t think expectations were that low,” you added, throwing your head back. That whole week was a complete mess.
“We can go,” Esteban suggested “Or you can have fun at a wedding paid for by other people”
“I’m so done with all of them I swear” You ran your hands over your face before patting your legs and jumping out of bed “I’m going to have to change this dress”
“That’s my girl” He gave you a wink and you let out a slightly nervous laugh. Why did that statement suddenly seem so personal between you? “You came just in time,” He added “I’m going to need help with the tie knot”
“Of course, you will.” Before heading to the closet, you rolled your eyes. You were going to have to wear the same dress you had worn to the rehearsal dinner yesterday, but at least it would not be the dress that made you look like a peach. You had your hair done and your makeup half done thanks to the scene you had done before you left your sister’s suite, so when you were both ready you tied Esteban’s tie.
“You should learn how to do it, it’s not that hard,” you teased, finishing the knot and taking your clutch to leave the room.
“What would I do without you?” He asked, closing the door behind you.
“Nothing,” you replied, smiling at him, although something felt strange. It was like you were tickled because he admitted you were important in his life with something so small as helping him with his tie knot.
The wedding was going to take place outdoors. The hotel garden had like a cliff with a beautiful view of the beach, so it was a beautiful place to carry out the ceremony and the weather was good, so the reception was also going to be outside. Since you no longer had the bridesmaid dress, you were going to sit next to your parents in the front row instead.
“Your sister is mad,” Your father told you as soon as you sat down next to him. ‘Hello to you too, dad’ he hadn’t even bothered to say hello before he started demanding things from you.
“When isn’t she?” You responded by rolling your eyes, and Esteban reached out to place his hand on yours. You were getting used to the way he subtly supported you.
“I don’t know what happened but fix it” Your father put his lips in a thin line letting you know he wasn’t happy “Your mother is giving me a headache”
“So it’s about you and not Chloé and her wedding day, right?” The issue was how much your mother was bothering him and not about your sister’s happiness on her wedding day. Your family worked in strange ways.
Your father gave you a warning look “Fix it,” He murmured to you before picking up the phone to take a call.
You massaged your temples. You guys should have left when you had the chance. Make some silly excuse and get out of there. Your family would never change and all that was a headache. You felt Esteban’s hand slide down your back to caress your shoulders.
“I’m so doing,” you moaned, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Couple more hours and then it’s all over,” He replied, stroking your hair gently. You found his caresses soothing.
“Keep it up and I’m going to fall in love with you,” you murmured.
“That wouldn’t be so bad after all,” He answered without even flinching. You didn’t want to look up to see him. Why did he have to say those things? You didn’t want to admit how you were reacting to his gestures, and you didn’t want to admit that when he said things like that, your heart seemed to fly.
The ceremony had been short, but it had been delayed because your sister wanted it to be right at sunset for the magazine photos. You two had been hand in hand throughout the ceremony until all the guests stood up to applaud the bride and groom.
Esteban’s breath tickled the back of your neck “Look at him, he seems constipated every time he kisses her” He whispered in your ear which made you let out a small laugh that earned you a disapproving look from your mother.
At least you had fun guaranteed with him. It was one thing that you had always had. You could laugh at the silliest things all the time. Your group of friends was relatively small. You two were friends from high school and then maybe a couple more friends who had joined, but your friendship went way back.
You had to admit that all the wedding decorations were incredibly beautiful. The wedding planner had strutted her stuff and your sister had always had an elegant taste, which made it feel like walking into your grandma’s house and afraid you’d break one of her expensive vases.
At least it was time you wanted to thank your sister for not having put you at the head table with your parents and Ben because that would have been uncomfortable. You had ended up at the table with a couple of Ben’s cousins that you knew and luckily liked. Philipp was also at the same table, which was fun for sure. He didn’t have a date, so he had flirt mode on.
“Look at him, he’s going to scare them,” Esteban scoffed as you watched Phillip flirt with Sandy.
“He isn’t leaving by himself today.”
“He isn’t” He agreed and you both let out a laugh. Both were sitting after finishing dinner and the speeches of the bride and groom, the best man, and Tiffany. You had your back against him and Esteban had his arms around you, hugging you from behind.
“Let’s dance,” He suggested, standing up and holding out his hand.
You nodded “Let’s do it”
You were prepared to suffer a couple of stomps from Esteban, but you were surprised when he was more than able to keep up with the music. Having hit the growth spurt very early, when he was a teenager, he used to have coordination problems and you remembered your stomping feet at the prom.
“Ok, you took dance classes, don’t lie.” You raised your brows.
“I did,” He nodded as they swayed to the rhythm of the music “Mainly so I don’t have to make a fool of myself at gala dinners”
“I see, now you can coordinate the legs”
“I started taking salsa classes so I could coordinate the top with the bottom.” He rolled his eyes.
You giggled as you imagined Esteban in the shirt and fringes worn by salsa dancers “Salsa? Oh, my god.”
“I swear it was very useful”
“Yeah, I bet he was.” Now he had some pretty good dancing skills. You had taken classes when you were young, one of the few things you didn’t regret that your mother had forced you to go.
Esteban opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again when they called to toss the bouquet. He simply kissed you on the forehead before turning away to walk back to the table. You reached out and took his arm.
“Wait,” you said before adjusting the knot of his tie.
“Thanks” He gave you a nod in response before returning to his seat. You stayed looking at it. Why the lonely look? Was something going on that you didn’t know about?
You had never kissed each other and yet now it was almost normal for Esteban to kiss your forehead, intertwine his fingers with yours when holding your hand or give you those looks that couples give each other over two friends. Looks like a couple would give each other. After all, you were technically a couple, weren’t you? At least they were until the wedding was over. After that, you could organize your mind and get back to normal before that week started. Before that week, you would never have thought of having stolen glances or forehead kisses as intimacy with him.
You weren’t even paying full attention to your sister; the bridesmaids were clustered almost to the front, and you paid attention when one elbowed you and sent you reeling. There was no need to go wild over a bouquet. However, the look Chloé gave you when she turned around and she saw you were the one who had taken the bouquet made you think that perhaps it would have been better if you had not directly taken part in the activity. You weren’t planning on getting married soon, but you couldn’t say anything but smile when the guests started making jokes about your marriage to Esteban coming soon. You sat next to him, stretching your legs to rest a bit.
“I’m sorry about that” You made a face. He must not have felt very comfortable having the whole world poking at him about when the two of you were getting married.
“It’s okay” He shrugged and gave you a reassuring smile.
“We are not even together and they are already planning our fake wedding” You let out a nervous laugh. Still, the idea didn’t sound as alarming to you as it should. It was almost as if the idea was natural.
“We should be,” He replied, and you stared at him. Just said...? What was happening? Did you misunderstand or had I just suggested that you...?
“What?” you gasped. Maybe you had misunderstood, and he was playing with you.
“I love you, (Y/N)” He replied without taking his eyes off you. He wasn’t faking it. Esteban was not acting. He felt that way about you and you hadn’t caught the signs.
“That’s-" You swallowed hard. You closed your eyes briefly, you could feel your heart beating so hard that it was going to come out of your chest “That’s a strong statement”
“But it’s true”
You shook your head “We shouldn’t be doing this” Especially to preserve the friendship you had for so many years.
“I love you,” He repeated “I’ve loved you for a long time”
“No, you don’t” Was it easy to confuse love with friendship? You didn’t want to believe that he had loved you for so long and that you hadn’t realized it. You couldn’t understand if you were too distracted, or he had been very good at hiding it.
“I do, I’ve loved you for a long time”
You stared at him for a few seconds before speaking again. Esteban looked like he was talking dead serious and he wasn’t kidding at all. The party around you had faded. Now you could only think that your friendship would never be the same.
“Wait, is that why you say yes to this whole thing?” The only reason he had agreed to spend that week with you in Mexico was because Esteban expected something else to happen between you? You wanted to think better of him, but at that moment, everything was spinning.
“I said yes cause you are my friend first”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, frowning.
“I was hoping I could push my feelings deep enough to get through this week.” Oh, God. Things were getting more intense by the second.
“Because right now?” If I had loved you for so long, then I could have told you sooner.
“Before you were with Ben and then when you broke up with him I didn’t want to be your second course”
“And what about our friendship?”
“I don’t know” “but it's worth being brave if everything works out in the end”
“Is that why you told my mom we were dating?”
He shook his head. “I thought maybe you could use a hand.”
“Then I saw it as an opportunity for you to see me as something more” So he wasn’t faking any of that. The kisses, the gestures, the looks. He wasn’t just helping you, he was “Did it work?”
“It did” Did you feel something for him? Yes. Were you in love? You couldn’t tell. It was too soon to know what you felt for him. If it was part of your abandonment problems and always looking for the love that you never had with your family. That had been the reason you had broken up with Ben. When you were younger, you were so desperate for someone to love you, that you had broken up with the first boy who had promised you to love and given you a little cuddle.
“I don’t expect you to stop seeing me as your friend overnight, especially with me having hidden this for so long,” He clarified “But at least I want us to give each other a chance”
You gave him a lopsided smile and leaned into him. “I have a question though,” you murmured.
“You will say”
“What happens after tonight?” And if it didn’t work? What if you were not what he had idealized in his head? And if later he decided that in the end, he didn’t love you? What was going to happen to your friendship?
Esteban smiled at you slightly “We will see, for today we have tonight”
You smiled back at him before nodding “I like that.”
He joined his lips with yours and then you felt it. That feeling of accomplishment where you realized you were probably already more into him than you thought. It was a connection you couldn’t explain. At that moment, you knew nothing was ever going to be the same again. The way only Esteban’s confession had changed things. You smiled between the kiss. You also weren’t sure you wanted to go back to what you were before that.
“May I have this dance?”
You rolled your eyes in response to his formality before taking his hand, both of you moving towards the dance floor. There was a song too slow to dance to, so you just leaned your head against his shoulder and swayed to the beat of the music.
“I’m afraid I’m not the image you’ve made of me in your head,” you murmured after a couple of minutes.
He let out a laugh. “We’ve been friends long enough that I don’t have to picture myself in my head. I know exactly who you are.”
“Perhaps you idolized me and ended up disappointing yourself.” You bit your lower lip suddenly, not so sure that you were okay with trying.
“How can you even know what’s going through my head?” You looked up to see him and you saw that he had raised brows “Stop overthinking everything” He added with a soft look “Stop with the ‘what if’” He knew perfectly well that you needed to have everything clear and organized, you didn’t get along very well with the vertigo that improvisation generated in you.
“Sorry I just-“ It gave you a bit of vertigo, not knowing what could happen to everything you had been until now or rather everything you thought you were because Esteban had bottled up his feelings for a long time, and not I wanted to be just your friend “I don’t want to lose our friendship in case-“
He placed a finger on your lips and you stopped talking “Don’t jinx it” Esteban murmured before leaning down to kiss your forehead “We’re going to be fine”
You drank. You laughed. You had fun. After you decided that you had had enough, you called the night early. You had such a good time with the one that you hadn’t even paid attention to the rest. It was as if both of them had gone out partying alone. Sometimes your soulmate didn’t have to be your lover or your crush, sometimes it was your best friend.
The kisses, the caresses, the soft touches felt more exciting than ever. The sensations that you had had the previous days when he touched you or kissed you had multiplied by a thousand.
“You can sleep under the sheets today if you want to,” you told him when they both got off the elevator.
“Let’s just leave it like that,” Esteban let out a laugh “I don’t want to fall into any temptation”
“So what if I want you to do it?” You asked, and that made him stand in his place.
“I’d tell you’ve had too much to drink”
“You know I’m not even drunk” Although maybe you should be to have that conversation with the “I’m serious Este”
“We should take it slow,” He pointed out.
“I don’t want that,” you replied, pouting slightly with your lips.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Esteban complained with a groan.
“Why?”
“It’s dangerous” It was dangerous to add sex to that cocktail of emotions that you guys were having. He was right, but you weren’t thinking rationally.
“You said we only had tonight,” You said turning to him and walking back “Let’s have tonight then” you lowered the strap of your dress slightly before winking at him. You saw a playful twinkle play in his eyes before he advanced on you.
You turned around and started running down the hall toward your room. He caught up with you halfway and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you towards him. You giggled as he scooped you up and carried you the remaining few feet to your door. You put your feet on the ground and pulled him towards you to kiss him. He lifted you back into the air and you didn’t know how he opened the door to push both of you into your room.
When Esteban separated from you to breathe, you saw he opened his mouth as if to say something and you interrupted him. “Shut up” You answered “Don’t jinx it” you added and they both let out a laugh before kissing again.
Did it feel like this to be with your best friend? So natural and so exciting at the same time. It was as if a train of emotions was going through you at that moment. You pulled him towards you by his tie and ran your hands over his shoulders to remove his suit jacket. He slid his hands down your back to unbutton your dress and, with a movement of your shoulders, you let it fall to the floor, leaving only your panties. You laughed between kisses, trying to breathe between them. You yanked his tie off and some buttons on his shirt popped off. He took you by the ass and lifted you to place you against the door. Your heart was beating at full speed. Esteban loved you. For the first time, the thought just made you smile and didn’t scare you. Your hands slid to unbutton his pants as he nibbled on your ear and his fingers slid inside your panties to play gently with your clit. You didn’t want foreplay and judging by the way he quickly got rid of your panties, neither did he.
When he spread your legs and held you against the doors before brushing the tip of his cock with your opening. The air in the room hit your pussy, feeling how your moisture wet the tip of his cock.
“What are you waiting for?” you gasped.
“I don’t know. I think I’m having fun like this,” Esteban replied, leaning over you to nibble your neck. Bastard. He was enjoying playing with you like that.
You let out an answering grunt that made him laugh before slowly penetrating you, almost making you despair at the pace he was having until he went all the way inside you and pulled out his cock, only to go deep again in just one move
“Fuck yes,” He moaned, and you responded with another moan, throwing your head back and hitting it with the door. You could feel how he would have passed inside you easily thanks to your moisture. They hadn’t even needed previous games.
After a couple of thrusts, he spread your legs wide open, holding you in that position and increasing the pace, making your walls stretch, feeling how deep he was going in that position. You didn’t know you loved him so much, but now it wasn’t a matter of wanting anymore. You needed him so badly.
You could feel how he controlled his onslaught to come with you, so when he noticed you were close to cumming, he increased the pace, causing you to let out a little yelp of surprise. He had a couple of moves up his sleeve that you hadn’t seen coming because of how tired you were. You felt your walls contract around him as a prelude to your orgasm, which made him come, and you followed him a few seconds later.
You both stayed in that position for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath. Esteban had his head resting on your shoulder when you spoke again.
“I don’t think I can come back to normal after this,” you gasped
“I don’t wanna come back to normal,” He replied
“Neither do I”
“Let’s make a new normal then,” He said, and you thought it was the best suggestion you had ever heard. You were going to figure it out.
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hey guys, i’m trying to figure out what to write next and it would really help to get some submissions from you guys!! whether it be characters or prompts or both, i could use some help figuring out what to write next.
the following are characters i write for:
FATE THE WINX SAGA
riven
sky
FORMULA ONE
charles leclerc
carlos sainz
george russell
lewis hamilton
daniel ricciardo
lando norris
esteban ocon
pierre gasly
sebastian vettel
mick schumacher
nicholas latifi (not my proudest moment)
FORMULA FEEDER SERIES (2 & 3)
felipe drugovich
liam lawson
dennis hauger
reece ushijima
arthur leclerc
franco colapinto
i will eventually add onto this list of fandoms/characters but for now this is the list that i am willing to do!! please don’t be shy if you have a request
#ftws#riven#oneshot#sky#formula one#f1#f2#f3#formula 2#formula 3#charles leclerc one shot#carlos sainz one shot#george russell#lewis hamilton#daniel ricciardo#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#lando norris#esteban ocon#sebastian vettel#mick schumacher#felipe drugovich#dennis hauger
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Foundling Villa- Chapter 10
Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!
Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner @saturnsrinqs @livster
Warnings: death, funeral
ao3 link next chapter>>
King Hervé’s funeral was elegant. That much you could say. Whether it was what he would’ve wanted, you didn’t know. Even though you didn’t know King Hervé well, from the few encounters you had, he had seemed like a compassionate and gentle man.
Before your wedding, you had read up on the history of Enza, and found that King Hervé had been the one to push Enza into modern times. The economy had grown, the people had prospered, and his family was happy. Suffice to say, the kingdom of Enza had taken a blow with his death.
Even if you didn’t know the person who died, it was still depressing to be around the people who did. The air of death was prominent and it pulled you down with it. You and Charles had returned to Enza’s palace and Charles quickly found his place within the arms of his mother. You were left to float around the palace, unsure of what to do. You were only Enzan by marriage and Charles only a royal spare, so you didn’t need to be involved in the lengthy meetings that were happening around the clock. Maybe if Charles was first in line you would be pulled in, but alas, you were left alone.
King Hervé’s passing had brought other monarchs to Enza to express their sorrow, pay tribute at the funeral, and pledge their allegiance to the new King, Lorenzo. Because of the influx of wealthy people, the rooms of Enza were quickly filled up. You and Charles agreed to share a room so more people could come to mourn his father.
Queen Pascale didn’t tell you that there were more than enough rooms for you and your husband to sleep separately.
You didn’t remember the funeral; it was more like a grey cloud in your mind. What you remembered was Charles standing next to you, head bowed and eyes full of tears. You remembered Queen Pascale’s black dress and veil and the flowers surrounding the casket. But the priest's words were lost on you. You mumbled the prayers in a resounding mass with everyone else, but you didn’t comprehend the words. Later, you felt guilty, as if you personally offended King Hervé by not embracing the prayers. But you knew that his family had likely done the same. You would look over to see Charles as a still statue, eyes fixated on the casket as if he could raise his father from the dead just by wishing hard enough.
Once the funeral ended, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Enza needed a king, and fast. Coronation plans were thrust before Lorenzo and you felt bad for the poor boy. The only reminder of King Hervé’s death was Queen Pascale, wandering the halls in her mourning clothes.
One night, after chatting with Este, you went back to yours and Charles’ shared room. You were surprised to find it pitch black. The curtains, which usually allowed in an inkling of light, were tied tightly shut. The fireplace embers had long since died and you couldn’t help but wonder if they died the same time King Hervé did.
You shuffled towards the windows, intent on opening the curtains. Your eyes hadn’t adjusted yet and you were worried about knocking something over. Just as you reached the window, movement caught your eye.
Charles was wrapped around himself in bed, a mountain of blankets crushing him. It dawned on you that this was his doing; he was the one to shut the curtains and kill the fire. His father’s death was finally catching up to him.
You weren’t sure if you should intervene, but you couldn’t leave him there with his thoughts. Loneliness would only make it worse. "Charles? Can you talk to me? You shouldn't be alone."
The room was dark with the overhang of death in the air. "He can't be gone," you heard Charles mutter. "How can the world keep turning without him?"
"Because there's still more to live for." You sat on the bed and the lump of blankets shifted. Finally, your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you could see Charles gazing up at you, tears blurring his eyes.
"Y/n, I can't." Charles tried to plead with you. The sharp, unbelieving pain had subsided into a deep ache in his gut. It was like sadness consumed him, forcing him to wallow in it forever. The reality that someone could leave you forever had not set in yet. How did people cope? How did people grieve? How could someone go on living while someone else is dead?
"Charles, may I give you a word of advice?"
"Please do. Anything." Charles curled into himself even more, if that was possible.
"A famous poet once said, ‘Not a whit, we defy augury. There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all. Since no man of aught he leaves knows, what is 't to leave betimes? Let be.’” You shifted so you were against the headboard, legs outstretched. Charles lay next to you. He twisted to face you.
“I’m not ready to let be,” he whispered.
“That’s okay.” The majority of you screamed not to, but the tiny side prevailed. You let a hand drift down to his hair and started combing through it, drawing circles on his temples and cheeks.
Charles closed his eyes. “I like it when you call me Charles,” he said.
You exhaled a laugh. “You told me.”
“I just thought I should remind you.”
“Thank you for doing so.”
Charles let himself relax into the bed and your touch. The two of you stayed there for a long time. You felt content, yet terrified. You thought, this shouldn’t feel like home.
**
As a direct opposite to the King’s funeral, Lorenzo’s coronation was a swirl of colours, laughter, and dancing. True to tradition, all the Leclerc brothers wore a dash of black for their deceased father and Queen Pascale still donned her black gown and robe, but you would’ve thought that the party was one of the liveliest had it not been for those factors.
Your own dress fell elegantly to the floor and Este had brushed aside customs to place you in a deep green gown. Este had said, “so many people in Enzan colours. Ah, you have to stand out!” He had then placed a silver tiara on your head, woven into your hair to insure it didn’t fall.
The feast afterwards, even though it was held in a grand hall, felt suffocating. Dignitaries and royals from all the kingdoms in Formuline joined you that evening. Your own parents stayed far away from you, and for that you were thankful. Charles made sure to always have an eye on you in case anything was to arise.
As the evening was winding down, you found yourself in the company of a knight, Daniel. He made you laugh like no other and even introduced you to other lords and advisors you recognised as Charles’ confidants.
“Princess Leclerc?” An accented voice came from behind you and your insides fluttered at your new surname. You twirled around, expecting to find another friend of Charles’. Instead, your smile faltered when Prince Verstappen came into your view.
“Prince Verstappen.” You lowered your head in an informal bow. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I was wondering if the princess would grace me with a dance?” He held a hand out and the aristocrats around you fell silent. Lord Carlos slipped away to find Charles.
“It would be rude to say no.” You placed your hand in his.
The dance was awkward at first. You were acutely aware of the eyes on you, including the protective ones of Charles who had quickly located you after Lord Carlos whispered the situation to him. Charles couldn’t simply break up the dance- it would be considered militant and pugnacious. He would have to be content to wait and swoop in the moment the dance ended.
“Princess Y/n, I’m sure you’ve guessed that I have an ulterior motive for dancing with you,” Prince Verstappen said. His eyes carefully scanned the room, never once looking down at you.
“Yes, and I would like to know what it is.” Your reply was curt.
“Williams was a close ally to Redull until recent circumstances. My father was always fond of yours, and in turn, I was of you and your siblings. Don’t take this harshly, Princess, but I would… suggest that you take a trip to Aston or Alpine- somewhere far away from Redull and Enza. I encourage you to tell all whom you love to do the same.”
“Prince Verstappen, I’m sorry to say, but I don’t understand.” You shook your head. You wanted to step back and off of the dance floor, but you felt like you had an obligation to hear him out. His words were confusing and worrisome.
“I’m not even supposed to be here,” Prince Verstappen continued. “My father didn’t want anyone from Redull to attend the coronation, much less the pledging.” He was referring to when the other kingdoms pledged allegiance to the new King Lorenzo.
“Oh?”
“But a total surprise isn’t fair to you, nor Enza’s people. You’ll do the best you can to stay out of the cross-fire, yes?” Prince Verstappen glanced down at you. His eyes were stern. At some point in his life, they probably held happiness and hope, but those times had long passed.
Before you could reply, the music swelled to an end and Charles strode towards you. Your husband placed a hand on your lower back and glowered at Prince Verstappen. “Are you alright, Y/n?” he murmured in your ear. You nodded and turned into him. Prince Verstappen bowed and excused himself. You peered after him.
There was something he wasn’t telling you, and it didn’t sound good.
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