you have a new roommate that you're keeping secret from your chat. but your fans can't help but try and figure out who he is.
note: streamer!reader is my no1 obsession. please feel free to send in requests about this reader bc i would love to write more :) also pls just ignore the timestamps i cba to fix them lol
warnings : swearing, implied/referenced sex
fc: tinakitten
summary: in a room full of stars, it’s his love for you that shines brightest. when he wins, he takes a moment to remind the world—of how much you mean to him.
genre: fluff.⠀word count: 1.8k.⠀ warning: none.
notes: i’m so proud of this guy it makes me feel parasocial, but i can’t help it. he deserves it so much. <3 maybe same time next week? oh btw, this has a social media post at the end. enjoy!
you sit at the table with timothée’s cast and his mother, your heart racing as the evening unfolds. the room is buzzing with excitement, the chatter of guests and the soft clink of glasses almost drowned out by the anticipation in the air. it’s the sag awards, and tonight is different. this is the night timothée could win his first major award, the one everyone has been waiting for.
you glance at him across the table. he’s dressed in a suit inspired by bob dylan, the legendary musician he portrayed in the biopic for which he’s nominated. it’s a daring choice, but it’s perfect. the suit exudes confidence, and the way he carries it with ease is a reflection of his dedication to the role.
despite the accolades and recognition, there’s still a sense of humility about him. he hasn’t won any major awards yet, but you know how hard he’s worked. and tonight, that hard work could pay off. you feel a bit of pride in your chest, knowing you’ve seen him pour his heart and soul into this role, knowing how many sleepless nights and long rehearsals it took for him to get to this point. your eyes trace the familiar path of nerves and excitement in his eyes, and you can’t help but feel in awe of him.
as the award ceremony continues, your thoughts keep drifting back to how far he’s come. he’s still the same guy you’ve always known—awkward, humble, and so fiercely passionate. his ambition has always been there, but there’s something about tonight that feels different. this is the moment he’s been working toward for years, and you can feel it in the way his hands fidget slightly with his cufflinks, how his smile seems just a little bit wider tonight.
the anticipation builds as the presenters announce the nominees for his category. your heart skips a beat, a mix of excitement and nerves flooding through you. the presenter’s voice, lily, cuts through the noise of the room. “and the actor goes to… timothée chalamet!”
for a moment, the words don’t register. your eyes widen, and you look at him in disbelief. timothée, too, is stunned. his mouth parts slightly, his face a mixture of shock and awe, as if he didn’t quite believe this moment would ever come. then, the applause begins, building into a roaring wave that sweeps through the room, but he’s still processing the announcement. he’s worked for this moment for so long, and it’s finally his.
he looks at you first, his eyes wide, searching for some kind of reassurance or confirmation. you’re already on your feet, eyes brimming with pride. he slowly stands up, and the moment seems to move in slow motion as he turns to his mother, pulling her into a tight hug. she holds him close, her face radiant with pride, and you can see the genuine emotion in her eyes.
after a brief moment, he releases her, and then, with a soft smile, he turns to you. there’s a softness in his expression as he pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly. he holds you for a few seconds, the warmth of his embrace calming the nerves that are racing through you.
before he pulls back, he presses a small, soft kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering just a moment longer than usual. “i love you,” he whispers, and you feel your heart flutter in response, a lump forming in your throat.
then, he steps back, takes a deep breath, and turns toward the stage. he walks with purpose, but there’s a subtle tremor in his steps, as if the magnitude of the moment is still sinking in. the room’s energy is palpable, and you watch him go, pride swelling inside you with every step he takes.
as he reaches the stage, he looks out over the crowd, his face now settling into the calm expression you know so well—humble, grateful, but still with that undeniable spark in his eyes. the camera flashes as he grabs the microphone, he tries to raise it but fails, his awkward chuckle filling the room. you smile softly, your eyes welling up as you watch him laugh awkwardly.
“how i raise this up?” he says, his voice light, trying to hide his nerves. “guess i’m gonna talk low.” the entire room chuckles, and you find yourself laughing along with them. it’s so him—charming and disarming, always putting people at ease. you catch his gaze, and he gives you a playful smile, making you feel like he’s speaking just to you.
“not gonna get this up,” he continues, his face shifting into something more serious but still kind, his sincerity unmistakable. you watch him fumble for a second, thinking how endearing his nerves are.
timothée straightens, his smile fading into a more serious expression, though it’s always kind. his gaze scans the crowd, landing briefly on you, and you can feel your chest swell with pride. he begins to speak, his words measured and thoughtful. “well, thank you. i was not expecting this at all, truly. uh—” he pauses, collecting his thoughts, and you feel your heart swell even more. “i start by thanking my mother, who’s here with me tonight. she’s been working with actors for forty years…”
you look over to his mother, who blows him a kiss. your eyes glisten as you watch her, feeling so deeply for him and his journey. his mother’s love and support have always been there, and you’ve witnessed it up close, how it shaped him into the man he is today. without thinking, you lean your head on her shoulder for a moment, just taking in the warmth of the moment. the claps around you are a beautiful hum, but it’s his voice that cuts through it all, drawing your attention back to him.
“i know the classiest thing will be to downplay the effort that went into this role and how much this means to me,” he continues, his voice growing more confident. “but the truth is, this was five and a half years of my life. i poured everything i had into playing this incomparable artist, mr. bob dylan.” your chest tightens at his words. you feel the pride swell in your chest. the tears that were threatening to fall now stream freely down your cheeks. he’s worked so hard for this, and it’s all culminating in this moment. his passion, his dedication, his love for his craft, it’s all evident now. he’s always been driven, but this—this was different. as he speaks, the camera pans to you, and you hold his gaze, your heart full as you look at him with nothing but admiration.
you watch him as he continues, his words flowing with such passion. the camera focuses on you, and you can’t help but let your smile shine through, sparkling with pride.
he keeps speaking, his words brimming with gratitude as he names his castmates, his eyes shifting between the crowd. “i’m in pursuit of greatness,” he says, his voice strong. “i know people don’t usually talk like that, but i want to be one of the greats. i’m inspired by the greats. inspired by the greats here tonight.” he lists off names—marlon brando, viola davis, michael jordan—and you listen intently, knowing that each name represents a part of who he wants to become. you can see it in his eyes, the hunger for greatness, not for fame, but for the purity of the craft. and you know that about him. it’s not about awards or recognition for him, it’s about leaving a legacy, about making something that lasts. his art. his soul.
you feel the weight of the moment, knowing how much it means to him. he grabs the award from the stand, his hands trembling slightly under its weight. he laughs, a little self-deprecating, but it’s clear that this moment is everything to him. “this doesn’t signify that,” he says, holding up the award a little higher. “but it’s a little more foiled…”
the room chuckles, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes. you love this about him, his authenticity, his humbleness. his words mean so much, and he doesn’t even realise how much of an impact he’s making on everyone here, especially you.
he turns the award in his hand, then pauses, his gaze finding yours in the crowd. he looks at you with such intensity, such affection, that your breath catches in your throat. “lastly,” he says, his voice softening. “before i run out of time…i want to thank someone very important.” he gives a small, knowing smile, and you feel your heart skip a beat, everyone in the room noticing the shift in his tone.
“to my beautiful girlfriend,” he begins, his eyes never leaving yours, “you’re not just here with me tonight—you’ve been here through every moment of this journey. you’ve been my biggest supporter from the start. when i didn’t think i could do it, when i doubted myself, you were the one who pushed me forward.”
his words hit you like a wave, and you can feel your eyes misting over. his sincerity makes your heart swell with love and pride. the room is silent as everyone holds their breath, witnessing a truly intimate moment.
“you listened to me struggle with my guitar for hours,” he laughs softly, shaking his head as if remembering those frustrating practice sessions. “you told me i sounded good even when i didn’t.”
a few scattered laughs echo through the room as the audience feels the warmth of the moment, but for you, it’s just the two of you. he takes a small step forward. “thank you for being there. for being here tonight. i hope you stay forever.” he says, his smile full of affection and tenderness. “i love you. thank you.”
the camera pans to you now, and you don’t even try to stop the tears as they fall. your heart is bursting, every word of his an affirmation of the love and connection you’ve shared over the years. the applause rings out, but it feels distant, like you’re suspended in a moment that’s just for you two.
you stand up and clap too, your hands shaking slightly, your smile so wide you can barely contain it. this man, the one you’ve been beside through thick and thin, is sharing your love with the world, and you couldn’t be prouder.
as the room fills with applause, he catches your eye, his gaze soft and filled with everything he doesn’t need to say aloud. you mouth the words back to him, “i love you,” and he grins, as if he’s the luckiest man alive.
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yourusername as it was written!! couldn’t be more proud of this one. you’ve worked so hard for this, and i’m so lucky to be here to witness it. you deserve the world, timmy. here’s to all the greatness yet to come!!!!! ⭐️⭐️
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as the comments keep pouring in, you smile to yourself, your heart full. it’s not just the award that matters—it’s the people who love him, who have been with him through every high and low, and the fact that you’re there to witness it all. you close your phone, take a deep breath, and look back at him, watching him chat with his family, the glow of the night still evident on his face.
you walk over to him, ready to celebrate this win together—knowing that there’s much more to come, but for tonight, this is enough. he wraps his arm around you as you join the circle of people congratulating him, and you whisper to him, “i love you.”
“love you too,” he replies softly, his voice just for you, and for that one moment, everything else fades away.
the future is unknown, but you know one thing for certain: no matter where it takes you, you’ll face it together. this night, this moment—it’s just the beginning of everything to come.
little update: i vanished for a while. the last semester took more out of me than expected, and had me a bit uninspired. but i’m back and very open to inspiration, so if you have requests, prompts or little ideas, anything you’d like to see, please send them my way. thank you for being here. let’s make something again! <3
notes: i still don’t know how to feel about this but it’s my comeback, i guess. hope you like it!!
you stand by the window, arms tightly crossed, staring at the distant city lights far below, though your mind is far from them. it’s tangled in something dark and heavy, a knot that refuses to loosen. every thought leads back to her—the girl who was here first. the one who you can’t seem to outrun, no matter how hard you try.
you glance sideways at charles. he’s sitting on the couch, his eyes watching you with that quiet intensity, like he can see right through the walls you’ve built around yourself. his soft blue eyes, his voice that could steady a storm… he looks at you as though you’re the answer to a question he’s been asking his whole life.
and yet, you can’t escape the guilt that gnaws at you.
he loves you. you know that. he tells you every day. he shows it in the way he remembers the smallest things about you—your favourite songs, the perfect way you like your tea, the way he waits, patiently, for you to let him all the way in. but no matter how much he loves you, you wonder if it’s enough to quiet the ghosts that follow both of you, a shadow you can’t seem to shake.
you feel her before you see her. she haunts every inch of this space, her memory clinging to the corners like dust. dark hair whipped by the wind, her laugh too loud in a room, yet never out of place. you remember her tear-streaked face from months ago, sitting across from you, broken, crying into her hands as you tried to comfort her.
you never meant for it to happen. you never meant for the comfort to blur into something more, for proximity to turn into guilt-laced desire. you didn’t know then that you were comforting a girl you’d eventually replace.
the silence between you and charles stretches longer than it should. his eyes are still on you, waiting for you to speak.
“you’re quiet,” he says, his brows furrowing in concern.
“i’m just tired,” you lie, but even you can hear the way your voice trembles under the weight of it.
“is that all?” he asks gently. his thumb brushes over your knuckles, his touch a quiet plea for the truth, but you can’t bring yourself to give it.
you both stand there, the weight of the silence pressing down. the rain outside fills the spaces between you, like the words you can’t bring yourself to say. you want to push away the ache in your chest, but the words catch in your throat, twisting painfully.
“do you think about her?” you finally ask, the question tumbling out before you can stop it. you hate the way your voice shakes, but it’s there, raw and exposed.
charles freezes. he looks at you, confusion clouding his features. “what?”
“you heard me,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “do you think about her?”
he runs a hand through his damp hair, exhaling sharply. “why are you asking me this?”
“because i can’t stop seeing her.” the words slip out, bitter and raw. “she’s always there—in the back of my mind, like she’s watching us. like she’s waiting for me to mess this up.”
you watch him carefully now. his gaze sharpens, and for a moment, something unreadable flickers in his eyes. it’s pain, but also something else. he’s frustrated. confused. maybe even angry.
“no,” he says, his voice steady but strained. “she’s not here. i’m thinking about us. i’m thinking about you. and how you’re hurting and won’t let me help you.”
the weight of his words hits you, each one heavy with the truth you’ve been avoiding. you open your mouth, but nothing comes out at first. the ache in your chest only deepens.
“you’re hurting me by trying to fix this,” you whisper, the words slipping from your mouth like confessions. “you’re hurting me by staying.”
charles blinks, caught off guard, and the pain in his eyes almost breaks you. his expression softens, but there’s something new there too—something you didn’t expect. a flicker of helplessness, the kind that makes your chest tighten. he steps closer, but you stay where you are, unwilling to close the distance.
“no,” he says quietly, his voice breaking just a little. “i’m trying to fix us. you and me. what happened wasn’t a mistake. it wasn’t wrong.”
but you feel her everywhere; in the way charles holds your hand, the way he’s held another hand just like that before. in the faint scent of leather that clings to his old jacket—one he barely wears anymore, but still can’t bring himself to throw away. in the way he talks about his past, as if he’s walking on eggshells around you, avoiding the landmines of memories you’ve never asked him to disarm.
her absence fills every corner of the room, every inch of his apartment, her memory lingers in the spaces where she isn’t. and you can’t escape her. you shake your head, a tear slipping down your cheek, and you can’t stop it, no matter how hard you try.
“but it feels like a betrayal,” you whisper, the words barely a breath. “a betrayal of her. of everything she was to you.”
the frustration on his face hardens, the tension between you palpable now. he steps closer, his eyes filled with something you can’t name, something too painful to bear.
“you’re not betraying her,” he says, the words sharp but gentle. his hand reaches out toward you, hovering in the air, unsure of whether you’ll pull away again. “you didn’t do anything wrong by loving me.”
but you don’t hear him. you can’t. the truth lingers too heavily, and no matter how much he insists otherwise, you can’t seem to escape it. you close your eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of everything you’ve become.
“i’m not who she was to you,” you whisper, the words so quiet they barely escape. “i’ll never be her.”
charles takes a step forward, his expression faltering. he cups your face gently, his hands trembling as his thumbs brush away the tears you didn’t even know were falling.
“i don’t want you to be her,” he says, his voice low and intense, and for a moment, you almost believe him. then the fear creeps back, and the doubt settles deep within you. “i want you to be you. you are everything to me.”
“then why can’t i stop feeling like i’m the second choice?” the question slips from your lips before you can stop it, and the regret is immediate. but it’s too late. the words hang between you, heavier than anything you’ve ever said.
his face falters, and you see the hurt in his eyes. his hands fall away from your face, as if you’re too fragile for him to touch anymore. his voice trembles with the weight of his response.
“you were never the second choice,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “you were always my first. and i—i—chose you.”
but you can’t accept it. the doubt gnaws at you, the guilt claws at your chest, and you step back. you shake your head again, trying to put distance between the truth and yourself, but it’s impossible.
“i don’t know how to fix this,” you admit, your voice raw. “i don’t know how to stop feeling like i’m a mistake.”
charles steps toward you again, more urgent this time. his eyes are desperate, his voice thick with emotion.
“you’re not a mistake,” he insists, reaching for you again. this time, you don’t pull away. his touch feels like a lifeline, grounding you in a moment of chaos. “i don’t care about her anymore. i don’t care about anything except you.”
you want to believe him. you want to, so badly. but the guilt is louder than his words, the fear that he’ll always carry a piece of her in his heart suffocates you. you take a shaky breath, but before you can speak again, he interrupts you, his voice thick with pain.
“don’t think for a second that i’m not here with you. right now. right this moment, i am with you.”
your heart twists at his words. the sincerity in them cuts through your walls, but the fear, the guilt—it doesn’t leave. not yet.
“i’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but the weight of it shatters everything. “i’m so sorry. i’m not who you think i am.”
and in that moment, the walls come crashing down. the tears flow freely now, and the space between you and him seems impossibly wide. his face falls, hurt and confusion clouding his eyes, but the damage is done. the cracks have formed.
“i don’t need your apology,” he says, his voice shaky. “i just need you.”
and all you can do is look at him, helpless, as everything begins to unravel. you’re left standing in the ruins of something you’re not sure can be saved.
you take a breath, trying to steady yourself, but the weight of his words lingers, tightening in your chest. his apartment, his space, feels like an invasion. not because of him, but because you’ve never truly been able to shake the feeling that it belongs to her.
you don’t look at him when you speak, your voice barely holding itself together. you don’t want to see the look in his eyes, the pity, the confusion.
“i just— i can’t compete with her.” you don’t look at him when you speak, your voice barely above a whisper, barely holding itself together.
he doesn’t say anything at first, his gaze only growing more intense, as if trying to read something in your silence. he freezes for a moment, his brows furrowing, confusion flashing across his face. “what?”
the air between you two feels cold now, suffocating. he takes a small step toward you, his eyes searching yours for an answer, but you can’t give it to him. the words are stuck, lodged somewhere deep, refusing to come out. you try to explain, but the words come out in fragments, scattered pieces of a truth you’re terrified to face.
“i can’t. i just…” your voice falters. it isn’t enough. nothing will be enough. you take a step back, shaking your head, unwilling to meet his eyes because you know the hurt will show through. you can’t let him see how weak you are—how broken. how impossible it feels to live with the image of her lingering in your thoughts.
“what is it?” his tone softens, but there’s an edge of frustration beneath it. he stands, approaching you cautiously, as if he’s afraid you’ll shatter if he gets too close. his confusion is palpable, but there’s something else there too—something darker, like he’s already preparing for the weight of the truth you can’t bring yourself to say.
you finally look at him, and the sadness in his eyes makes the guilt in your chest tighten. his words, however, are steady, trying to pull you back, trying to reach you.
“i could never give you what she gave you. she couldn’t be more different from me.”
the words slip out like a confession, as if admitting them will make the pain easier to carry. you swallow hard, your throat dry, heart aching with the knowledge that you’ll never be what she was to him. the thought feels like it’s ripping you apart.
his eyes darken, but there’s a flicker of something else there—something you can’t quite place. “i don’t want you to. i couldn’t ask you to do that.” he’s quiet for a second, his voice hesitant. “i don’t need you to be her.”
you shake your head, disbelief clouding your thoughts. it’s not enough. you could never fill the space she left behind, no matter how hard you tried. his words feel empty now, a desperate attempt to make you feel better, but you can’t believe them.
“no. no. that won’t be enough.” your voice cracks, barely a whisper, but the pain in it is undeniable. you want to pull away, but he’s already stepping closer, trying to reassure you, trying to make you believe that he’s here, that he’s chosen you, but it doesn’t feel real anymore. it feels like a lie you’re both pretending to believe.
he steps closer now, his presence almost overwhelming. “hey, i only want you.” but that’s the thing—you don’t want to be just the second choice. you don’t want to be the one who is picked after her, the one who isn’t enough to make him forget her. it’s not fair. it’s never going to be enough.
“every time you touch me….” you murmur, barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud makes it more real. “i just wonder how she felt.” you don’t meet his eyes. the thought of it, of her, curls around you like smoke.
the words are like acid, burning your throat as they slip out. you can’t stop them. they claw their way to the surface, and you can’t keep them in any longer. the thought of her here, in your place, it eats you alive.
he sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to understand the storm inside you. “hey,” he lowers his voice, his words firm, but gentle. “i don’t want her. i chose you.” he repeats, his voice almost sounding like a prayer.
the words are supposed to reassure you, but they fall flat. he chose you, but the guilt… the guilt is still there, gnawing at you from the inside. you can’t accept it. not yet.
you never asked him to make that choice. you never asked him to choose between her and you. and yet, here you are, caught in the mess of a love that never should have happened.
you stiffen at his words, a bitter laugh escaping you. “i didn’t ask you to.”
charles blinks, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief. “what?” a bitter laugh escapes him, like a punch to the gut, and you flinch, wishing you could take the words back. but it’s too late. he’s already stepping away, disbelief in his every move. you’ve said it now. you’ve broken whatever fragile bond was holding you together. “are you kidding me?”
the question hangs in the air, thick with accusation, disbelief, and a deep, aching hurt. you turn away, unable to face him. you can’t keep doing this. you can’t keep feeling like you’re living in her shadow, unable to escape her memory.
your chest aches as the repeated words leave your lips. “i—i didn’t ask you to leave her.”
his eyes flash with frustration, but then it fades quickly, replaced by an almost sad understanding. “you think i left her because i had to? no. i left because it was about time.” his voice is soft, almost pleading.
the words land like a blow, and you see the flicker of hurt in his eyes before he can hide it. but you don’t stop.
“i never asked for this, charles. i never asked to step into her place, to carry whatever’s left of what you had with her. but i did. and now, every time i look at you, i wonder if you’re looking at me or her.” your voice cracks. “if you’re still in love with her, even a little.”
“i’m not,” he says, his voice firm but soft, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he pushes too hard. “she’s part of my past, you’re my future.”
you want to let go of the weight of your thoughts and just exist with him in this space they’ve created. but the doubts chase you like they always do, scratching at your insides.
charles is standing by the window, watching the rain fall, his figure framed by the cold light of the city outside. you know he can feel your distance. he always can.
“you say that,” you whisper, barely audible over the hum of the world outside, “but i feel her everywhere. i feel her in the way you say my name, like you’re trying to make it sound different from hers. and i hate it. i hate that i can’t stop thinking about her.”
charles turns, his eyes searching your face for the hurt he knows is there, the pain he doesn’t want to see. he steps toward you slowly, the hesitation in his movements only deepening your uncertainty. his hands find your face, cupping it gently, like he’s afraid of breaking something. his eyes are soft, but there’s an edge of desperation beneath them.
“listen to me,” he says, his voice steady but filled with an unspoken plea. “i love you. not her. not anyone else. you.”
you close your eyes, feeling the sting of his words settle deep inside you. but it isn’t enough. you want to believe him, but it’s hard when everything around you feels like a lie. you open your eyes again, and the tears blur your vision. your chest tightens as the familiar ache rises within you.
“then why does it feel like i’m fighting for something that should already be mine?” the words spill out, raw and fragile, as you grip the front of his coat, pulling him closer, needing him to understand the weight you carry.
for a moment, charles doesn’t speak, his breath hitching as if he’s trying to find the right words, but they elude him. you see the frustration in his eyes, the helplessness, and it only makes you feel more alone. you wish he’d argue with you, tell you you’re wrong, promise you again that it’s just them now—that everything else is a distant memory.
but instead, he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly. his warmth envelops you, and for a moment, you allow yourself to surrender to it, even though the doubt still lingers, still clings to the edges of your thoughts.
and as you stand there, trembling against him, you wonder if the girl in your mind is standing there too, watching you both with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
even in his arms, you feel the ghost between you.
you lean back, eyes drifting to the floor, avoiding his gaze. “i know you loved her,” you say, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “i know it’s crazy, but i feel like at the end, you’ll end up calling me her name.”
no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be her. and in the end, that’s what will tear you apart.
he stops in his tracks, his expression frozen, his face pale. his hand reaches out like he wants to touch you, but he stops himself. his voice is fierce now, an edge of pain threading through it. “don’t you dare say that. i would never, ever do that to you.”
his words almost break you, but the doubt still lingers, still gnaws at the edges of your mind. you can’t help it. you can’t stop thinking about it. the fear that, despite everything, you’ll never be enough.
the sincerity in his words hits you like a wave, but you can’t help it. “i can’t help it.” the tears threaten, but you force them back. “i can’t stop thinking about her.” a bitter laugh escapes your lips. “why do i feel like she’s everywhere?”
the silence that follows is deafening. charles doesn’t have an answer, and maybe you don’t want one.
the rain outside has turned into a steady downpour, mirroring the storm inside you. you stand, crossing the room to the window, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stare at the glass.
“i don’t want to feel this way,” you say quietly. “i don’t want to see her in every corner of my mind, but i do. and i hate it.”
charles stands behind you, his presence a comfort you don’t know how to accept right now.
“i love you,” he says again, his voice steady. “i’ll keep saying it, no matter how many times you need to hear it. but you have to believe me.” but the words aren’t enough. they never will be.
you nod slowly, a small sigh escaping your lips. “you don’t need to remind me,” you say quietly, but the words are heavy, thick with all the fear and doubt that has built up inside of you.
pairings: max verstappen + female reader, charles leclerc + ex female reader.
summary: even with a broken heart, love might found you in the must unexpected places, the paddock.
faceclaim: jessica alexander.⠀warning: none.⠀
notes: part two of opposite!!! this been sitting in my drafts for a couple of days now. hope you love it as much as i do, i fell in love with them tbh.
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username SLIDE 3??? MAX EMILIAN WHAT DO YOU MEAN SLIDE THREE
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username “officially on the team” i’m gonna commit a crime
