Giggling cause I made this since yesterday got caught up with editing and finding photos, any picture is not mine!
Inspired by @cheftsunoda and all the yandere batfam, neglected sister fics I've been consuming.
Moved Account: @rosiel-leclerc04
Face Claim: Liz from kpop group IVE
Love is for those who are present
Ollie Bearman x Estrange!Leclerc! Reader
-Where Ollie Bearman accidentally revealed his 2 year relationship with global soloist from SM Entertainment based in UK, and apparently she's a Leclerc?
The pasta was overcooked again, but neither of them cared. Ollie sat on the kitchen counter, legs swinging lazily, while she stood barefoot by the stove, singing under her breath—something unreleased, something soft. Her voice filled the flat the same way it had filled his head that very first time.
“You said you’d watch the timer,” she teased, turning with a raised brow.
“I was,” he said, helplessly smiling. “Then you started singing and... yeah, I forgot everything else existed.”
She tried to look annoyed, but it didn’t stick. “You’re hopeless.”
“Hopelessly in love,” he added, smug.
She groaned, but her cheeks were warm. It had been two years of this... Nights in, tangled routines, too many burnt dinners, and a kind of quiet love neither of them needed to broadcast. She turned the stove off and walked over, fitting between his legs like it was the only place she was ever meant to be.
“You know,” he murmured, fingers brushing up her back, “first time I heard you sing, like really sing, was in that tiny café near Soho. You didn’t even know I was there.”
She blinked. “Wait—when?”
“Our second week talking. You were waiting for your coffee, just humming at the window. No mic, no stage. Just you.”
“You made the whole place go quiet. Including me.”
She laughed, burying her face in his chest to hide how hard she was blushing. The memory, the honesty, the way he remembered it so clearly—it made her heart ache in the softest way.
“I’m glad I didn’t scare you off.”
“Terrified me, actually,” he said. “But it was the good kind.”
Olliebear uploaded a story!
wifeyofbearman: NO CAUSE HE’S IN LOVE
oscarpiastri: this just got interesting
carlossainz55: rookie mistake
jakebegovic: someone’s in trouble 💀
pierregasly: main account ollie. main.
liamlawson30: bro did NOT just drop a hard launch and disappear
isthisrlyf1: wait who is she she’s GORGEOUS
paddockgirlie: is that the soloist who went viral for that sparkly wink last month??
arthur_leclerc: tell me this isn’t who I think it is
charles_leclerc: call me now.
ferrariforpasta: WHOEVER SHE IS SHE MAKES HIM SO SOFT
fanacc45: the way he deleted it so fast 😭
Meanwhile in the house of Leclerc in Monaco...
It started with Arthur. He hadn’t even been online when Ollie’s story went up, but the screenshots landed in his group chats before he could open Instagram. At first, it was the blurry concert photo that made his chest tighten. He knew that silhouette. He used to grew up with that silhouette.
Then came the mirror selfie.
He zoomed in, slowly. Once. Twice.
The girl in the photo had her face partially hidden behind her phone, but there were things you couldn't fake. She used to dye her hair when she wanted to piss off their mother during last few times she was forced to visit them, The way she got shipped off to her godmother in england at a young age.
He stared at it for a full minute before calling Charles.
Charles sounded half-asleep, but snapped upright instantly. “What?”
“Go on Instagram. Now. Check Ollie’s tagged photos if someone reposted it.”
There was silence on the line for a moment, then Charles cursed low under his breath.
“That’s her, right?” Arthur’s voice was tight.
Charles didn’t answer right away. Because the truth was- he hadn’t seen her in years. Not since she got kicked out by their parents for being a "problematic child" years ago and disappeared into the chaos of the music industry. They hadn’t even known she was still in Europe. They didn’t know anything....
And now, apparently, the world did.
He exhaled slowly, jaw clenched. “Yeah. That’s her.”
formula\_wives: the kiss on the cheek??? he’s so in love it’s insane
leclercupdates: wait WAIT THAT LOOKS LIKE-
charliebaby16: charles leclerc’s little sister no i’m sweating
itsyagirlie: wait who's charles leclerc? Is that a chocolate or sum
arthurzone: nah cause if this is who we think it is… this whole grid is not ready
paddocktea: Ollie hard launched their own soap opera and i am eating it up
ynation_uk: HOLD ON THAT’S OUR GIRL???? THE HAIR THE DIMPLES?!
ynvocalsupremacy: SHE WAS SO QUIET THIS ERA AND THIS IS WHY???
k-idolf1edits: YN and Ollie Bearman soft-launching after TWO YEARS is not on my 2025 bingo card
ynsbackstagecrew: he posted a video of her singing in the kitchen... do you people realize he’s living our dream???
ynstarlight: as a longtime fan, i just want to say... GET IT GIRL but also... explain immediately
ynintl: there was literally a rumor she was dating a producer? OLLIE IS THE PRODUCER??
wayenint: @ynintl His actually a F1 Racer!
soloistprincess: the way her fandom and the f1 fandom are now in an accidental alliance is sending me
Retweets from K-pop fan pages now saying:
“So we’re all just supposed to pretend we didn’t recognize her voice in that kitchen video huh”
“Ollie Bearman. F1 driver. Kpop boyfriend. King.”
“If this is real, their couple visuals are actually unfair to the rest of us.”
olliebearman not a soft launch. two years, multiple album releades, and one very overcooked pasta later.
ynation_uk: CRYING SCREAMING SLIDING DOWN WALL
charles_leclerc: we’ll talk later.
arthur_leclerc: i need 5-7 business days to recover from this, is this actually yourname?
oscarpiastri: congrats on surviving the internet
ynintl: TWO. YEARS. AND YOU HID IT THIS WELL???
carlossainz55: i’ve never seen a man post and immediately risk his life like this
oscarpiastri: oh so this is what you meant by “I’m busy this weekend”
landonorris: glad you finally told us... with the rest of the internet
georgerussell63: congratulations, mate. very brave.
alex\_albon: i give it 2 hours before she’s on trending.
gabrielbortoleto: bro hid her like she was a race strategy
kimiantonelli: Pls their gonna be even more insufferable (Free food tho...)
estebanocon: didn’t even tell me. i’m hurt
danielricciardo: the way you’ve been lying to all of us... proud.
ynation\_uk: girl your taste is EXQUISITE we approve
f1girliex: enemies to lovers with the leclercs incoming
ynvocalsupremacy: THE HARD LAUNCH? THE FOREHEAD PIC? I’M NOT OKAY
tifosigf: she wears his race shirt. he calls her his favorite voice. this is peak romance
wifeybearman: imagine your boyfriend being soft AND fast
soloistkween: i’m in shambles but supportive, also who's this Charles leclerc people are talking about?
charles16fan: @soloistkween her brother! People dig something up and it turns out she's a leclerc!
soloistkween: @charles16fan??? She has been an only child of YourGodMotherName YourLastName thats why she's Yourname Lastname
paddockcursed: netflix NEEDS to cover this in drive to survive.
lrookiepaddock: not ollie dating a whole kpop soloist and keeping it quiet, his just a chill british guy
yntruthers: SM ENT?? THIS IS IDOL BLOODLINE
leclercapologist: charles is gonna pass out when he sees she’s more famous than him in korea
haasgossipxoxo: she trained under sm and dated ollie while dodging the media like a spy
kpopxf1editz: she was literally built for global stage
ynationintl: this isn’t just a girlfriend reveal this is a career timeline drop.
maknaomadness: SM??? AS IN SM ENTERTAINMENT??? as in “we eat, drink and snack cd" SM???
fanofallthings: ollie didn’t just soft-launch a girlfriend. he hard-launched A LIVING LEGEND
genzjournalist: her dating a Ferrari junior (apparently his known as a mini charles?) while singing in ball gowns is such peak second gen energy
notmariahhoney: girl trained in korea, debuted in the UK, and fell in love with a haas driver??? be serious this is fanfic ever does she go to jackson wangs party?
traineeteadropper: no cause she was in the same showcase lineup as aespa once. she was never just a background girl
teamsolosupremacy: what do you MEAN she was SM’s global soloist and dated Ollie Bearman at the same time
_multistanfiles: sm didn’t push her enough now she’s in her “lowkey muse dating an f1 driver” arc
haashive: imagine going from sm monthly evaluations to watching your boyfriend fight for points in a f2💀
leclercsisterfiles: so she had a career, left monaco, trained in korea, debuted solo, dated ollie, and didn’t tell her brothers???
ynintern: @leclercsisterfiles unfortunately, we just found out she is a leclerc, she is known as Yourname Lastname this whole time.
kpopxf1memes: this crossover is SO unserious and i’ve never been more entertained.
Meanwhile somewhere in Monaco....
It started with a quiet question at the dinner table.
“Maman… did you ever contact her? Check on her?”
The silence that followed was heavier than either Charles or Arthur expected. Pascale didn’t look up from her plate.
Arthur frowned. “Not even a message? A birthday?”
“She made her choice,” Pascale said simply, like that was enough.
Later, Charles tried to contact your godmother. He thought maybe.. just maybe... she’d have spoken to you, kept some hidden bridge intact. But when he asked about meeting you again, she shut it down quickly. Said it wasn’t a good idea. That you were busy. That you’d moved on. You never cared before so why are you asking now?
The rejection stung, but it was the implication that gutted them: you didn’t want to see them.
That night, Charles sat in his room with his phone glowing in his hands. He didn’t mean to, but he searched your name. The results were endless- award speeches, sold-out concerts, interviews in languages you’d learned after leaving Monaco.
You looked radiant in every frame, the kind of confidence and light they’d never seen in you back home. And it hurt.
Arthur found him hours later, sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching a performance clip on loop.
“She’s… amazing,” Arthur said quietly.
“She always was,” Charles replied, his voice rough.
But the more they watched, the more it twisted inside.
You were smiling in every photo. Laughing in every clip. Thriving in a life that didn’t include them. And for the first time, it sank in—they weren’t part of your story anymore.
Arthur’s voice cracked. “Do you think she even thinks about us?”
Charles swallowed hard. “…Not the way we think about her.”
Because you had taken every dream they once teased you for and turned it into reality. And somewhere along the way, you’d left them behind- not out of spite, but because you had to.
And now, all they could do was watch from a distance, wondering if they were too late to matter again.
Arthur didn’t speak for a long time after the phone call ended. He just sat there, hands clenched in his lap, staring blankly at the muted TV where the same image flashed over and over—a screenshot of Ollie’s story, her laughing in a hoodie far too big, his cap on her head, looking… happy.
“Why didn’t we look for her?” he asked suddenly, voice small. Raw.
“Did you think she’d just come back one day?” Arthur kept going, like if he stopped talking he’d collapse. “That she’d realize we missed her and show up in the paddock like nothing happened?”
Charles still didn’t speak.
Because the truth was uglier than that.
They hadn’t looked because it hurt. Because watching her walk away had felt like betrayal, and calling it “distance” was easier than admitting they didn’t know how to reach her without tearing open the very thing that had driven her away.
And now she was out there—brilliant, unbothered, untouchable. Singing in front of thousands, while they watched from behind a screen.
Charles opened a fan edit someone had sent him. He didn’t even realize he’d clicked it. It was her. Center stage. Hair windswept, mic clutched in her hand like she was born to hold it. The bridge hit, her voice cracking just slightly with emotion—and his heart broke open in the quiet.
He remembered her humming that same melody in their hallway at fifteen. Before she had proper vocal training. Before SM. Before she learned how to leave.
He remembered thinking: *she’s going to be someone.*
He never thought it would be someone they didn’t recognize anymore.
“She didn’t even call,” Arthur said, choked. “Two years. Not a message. Not even for Maman’s birthday.”
“She had every right not to,” Charles replied quietly, voice shaking. “We left her first.”
Arthur looked at him like he wanted to fight it. But he couldn’t.
Because they both remembered.
The way their family had shut her down every time she talked about music. The way they teased her at dinner for chasing idols and pop dreams. The way no one stood up for her when she packed a single suitcase and walked away from the Leclerc name.
Now she was headlining shows, breaking charts, signing global brand deals—and smiling like she didn’t miss them at all.
That hurt more than anything.
They spent the night watching her career like outsiders. Clicking every video. Reading every article. Noticing the moments she looked tired. Or lonely. Or like she was pretending not to be.
But they had no right to ask.
Not when she had spent all her lige turning herself into everything they never believed she could be.
Charles thought he’d gotten good at hiding it, years in the public eye had taught him how to keep his face calm, his voice steady. But in the silence of his apartment, when Arthur had gone home, the mask slipped.
The phone was still on the floor, the paused video frozen on your smile. His chest ached like something sharp was lodged there, an ache he couldn’t push away.
He remembered the last time he saw you-smaller, quieter, unsure of yourself. You’d been clutching a notebook full of half-finished lyrics, humming under your breath, afraid to sing in front of anyone. He’d teased you about it, promised he’d be there to watch your first big stage.
And then… life happened. Or maybe it was him. Or all of them.
Now he was just another face in the crowd. Another stranger watching you from behind a screen.
He scrolled further, and the headlines started to blur:
“Global Soloist Breaks UK Streaming Records"
“SM Entertainment’s Global Star Talks About Chasing Dreams”
In one interview clip, the host asked if you had anyone back home you wanted to thank. You beamed and said, “I’m grateful to the people who supported me along the way. Godmothername, for supporting me when I had no one, to a certain bear who has been by my side, to my bestfriends who may be chaotic but is alwayd there to fall on, to my team for always guiding and helping me in this journey, to the choreographers and to the producers who made all of this happened by helping me produce these songs, and to my darlings thank you for your support! I promise to make you all proud, and lastly I WILL BE RELEASING A NEW ALBUM NEXT MONTH!”
No names. Not his. Not Arthur’s. Not even Maman’s.
His breath came shorter. He didn’t know if it was guilt, regret, or the raw sting of realizing you’d learned to live without them.
By midnight, Charles was pacing. By one, he was sitting on the floor again, knees pulled to his chest, hands over his face. The quiet of the apartment felt suffocating, the distance between you unbearable.
He’d driven Monaco’s streets a thousand times, but now they just felt like reminders of birthdays missed, of phone calls never made, of the promise he’d broken without even realizing it.
He didn’t know if you’d even want him to fix it.
olliebearman front row tickets >>> any podium
ynation\_uk: CRYING SCREAMING SLIDING DOWN WALL
haasf1team: welcome to the family 🤍
ynupdates: THIS IS MY MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS
estebanoconn: bro, admit it—you're just here for the free lightstick
georgerussell: okay but where’s my signed album?
carlossainz: so THIS is why you kept dodging dinner invites
f1gossip: he’s literally the loudest kpop boyfriend right now 😭
ynworldtour: boyfriend of the year award 🏆
alexalbon: what in the wattpad
landonorris: Staring at your girlfriend in awe >>> pit stop practice
paddockcursed: he’s just living the wattpad boyfriend dream
olliebearman she says i’m only useful for carrying her bags and making sure she eats after.
ynation\_ph: THIS IS DOMESTICITY AT ITS PEAK
haasnation: the way he just exposed her 💀
nicohulkenberg: professional bag holder. proud of you.
liamlawson: that’s true love right there.
ynation_home: THIS IS DOMESTIC BLISS
liamlawson: the coffee’s probably the only thing that saved you
georgerussell: relationship goals right here
landonorris: i expect a cookbook soon
Meanwhile in the grand prix...
The paddock was already alive with noise when they arrived.
Camera shutters clicked in rapid bursts, mechanics hurried past with equipment, and the air buzzed with chatter from media crews. Through all of it, Ollie’s hand stayed firmly in hers. His thumb brushed the back of her knuckles in a steady rhythm, a silent reminder that she was not alone.
“Deep breath, love,” he murmured, bending down just enough that only she could hear. “In and out. I am right here.”
She nodded, but her gaze stayed low. The brim of her cap cast a shadow over her face, blocking the world from seeing more than she wanted to show. The familiar tension sat in her chest, coiled tight. The Haas motorhome was only a few steps away when it happened.
They were impossible to miss.
Standing just off to the side of the walkway, mid-conversation until their eyes found her. Their voices stopped. The noise of the paddock seemed to fade for one brief, unbearable second.
She froze. The years of history she had tried so hard to bury came rushing back, uninvited and sharp. She could not bring herself to meet their eyes.
Ollie felt the way her hand stiffened in his.
Without hesitation, he moved closer, his shoulder brushing hers as he stepped just enough to block her from their line of sight.
“Eyes on me,” he said quietly, tipping his head until her gaze lifted to meet his instead. “You are not here for them. You are here for me.”
Something in her chest loosened. She gave him a small smile, faint but real, and he returned it without missing a beat. He guided her forward, his hand steady on the small of her back. Neither of them looked back.
Inside the Haas motorhome, the noise of the paddock was replaced by a calm hum of activity. Ollie led her straight to his driver’s room, closing the door behind them. The moment it clicked shut, she felt herself exhale for the first time in minutes.
He sat her down on the small couch and crouched in front of her so they were eye level. His eyes softened.
“I am proud of you,” he said, no hesitation in his tone, like it was the most important truth in the room.
She laughed softly, the tension melting under his steady gaze. “You are always proud of me.”
“Of course,” he said, a small grin tugging at his lips. “But today I am proud of you for holding your head up. And I am selfishly glad that I get to keep you all to myself.”
Her smile widened as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. It was not a rushed gesture, but one filled with quiet affection, his lips lingering just long enough to make her heart settle in a way nothing else could.
Out in the paddock, the Leclerc brothers were left standing with unspoken questions and an ache they could not name.
Inside this small, quiet room, Ollie had her tucked against his side, their hands still linked, the warmth between them stronger than anything the past could pull apart.
YnOfficial Not sure how I got so lucky, but I am so, so glad it’s you.
Sometimes I think about how different my life would be if I had never met you.
How quiet the days would feel without your laugh echoing through them. How many moments I would’ve faced alone without your hand quietly finding mine.
You are not just my boyfriend. You are my safe place in a world that can be too loud.
When things get overwhelming, you don’t just tell me to breathe- you breathe with me. You never make me feel like a burden, even when I am in pieces. You’re patient in ways I didn’t know people could be. You listen, really listen, and make me feel heard every single time.
You celebrate my smallest wins like they’re championships. You make the ordinary feel extraordinary, grocery runs, lazy mornings, coffee on the balcony before the world wakes up. You’ve taught me that love isn’t just grand gestures; it’s showing up, every single day, without question.
I know you don’t need to hear this to keep being who you are, Ollie, you are my best decision, my favorite hello, and my happiest “what if” that became a “thank God I did.". You drive me insane, Ollie Bear. But you also make me laugh until my cheeks hurt. You always grab my favorite snacks without me asking. You give me the jacket off your back when you notice I’m cold before I even say anything. You know how to pull me out of my worst moods with one look.
You are the only person I’d willingly share my fries with (even though you steal them anyway). The only one who can convince me to watch an F1 race at an ungodly hour. And the only one who somehow makes even a grocery store run feel like an adventure.
A little thank you to Kimi too I guess, but for real thank you for being Ollie's friend, especially in the grid as rookies.
olliebearman: 🧡 You’re making me blush in front of the whole internet. (Also I don’t steal fries, they migrate to me.)
kimiantonelli: this is cute and all but where’s my appreciation post?
YnOfficial: you got one sentence. be greatful olliebearman: yeah mate, you should be happy you even got a mention.
kimiantonelli: wow. this is how you treat your day one?? The one who taught ollie italian cooking?
YnOfficial: day one?? please. you didn’t even like me at first. Also it was your mom not you
kimiantonelli: …okay maybe. but i do now, also stop making heart pizzas im still single 🥀
olliebearman: aw look at you two bonding in my comments.
YnOfficial: don’t get jealous bear, you’re still my favorite.
kimiantonelli: nuh uh Kimi x Ollie 4evaaa
YnOfficial: You might have a ship with MY MAN but he comes home for me.
kimiantonelli: YOU TAKE THAT BACK
YnOfficial: ok fine big thank you, Kimi 😭
olliebearman: also Kimi, thanks for not letting me starve apparently
kimiantonelli : You’re welcome. Now both of you owe me dinner.
YnOfficial: Lets.. Not go too far
landonorris: crying, throwing up, screaming-
carlossainz: So this is why Ollie’s been smiling all day.
georgerussell: wholesome overload. my teeth hurt.
pierregasly: 🫡 keep this energy forever.
ynation_uk: CRYING SCREAMING SLIDING DOWN WALL
f1tea: when is it my turn 😭
olliebearmanupdates: brb SOBBING in the corner this is so soft
gridgossipf1: anddd the award for most whipped couple goes to…
charlesfans: i’m crying this is so sweet omg 🥹
kimiupdates: not kimi turning up in the comments 💀
I finally finished this fic there might be error and stuff because english is not my first language also I'm like sleep deprived so I might have missed some details mwah
If you see some error mb, its just the way I write is pure instict like just keep writting away so lets say I have this idea for part and suddenly on the part b I change it and forget to change the part a. So yeah if you see some inconsistency with the details that's completely my fault and its so long too and I have classes tomorrow so yur
