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leviscolwill · 1 year

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ballroom extravaganza

pairing: jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader

summary: you always hated arguing with jude, but even more so when you're about to race monaco's streets (wc: 1,7k)

req: jude bellingham x f1 related f!reader ! (driver if u can or js a driver’s relative) where they argue before a match/race that doesn’t go really well + she crashes/dnf or he gets rlly hurt in a match

contents: jude is jealous, reader drives for mclaren w lando (sorry oscar my beloved </3), possible racing inconstancies (i can't drive to save my life), reader crashes (nothing too bad happens tho), gasly slander sorryyyy, language ??, quite angsty but happy (&fluffy) ending i swear

note: i didn't want to make either jude or reader 'the bad guy™' so i hope i didn't side with one more than the other writing the argument part :| i had so much fun writing it, so i hope you enjoy reading it (lmk by rb and giving feedback !!). finally, thank you for requesting anon,, i hope you like it 🫶

now playing: ballroom extravaganza by dpr ian (moodswings in to order)

"i'm just saying, i don't like the way he looked at you when he said that"

"you're being ridiculous jude, he's my teammate and i've known him for years."

jude had always been the jealous type, and you never had any problem with this, until now. he tried to tell you how lando was flirting with you when that's really just how he communicated. sure, he was kinda flirty at times, but he knew you were in a relationship and never crossed any lines with you. but jealousy seemed to get the best of your boyfriend in that moment.

"that's not the point y/n, i'm a man and i know what he meant when he said he'll take you to this 'perfect seaside italian restaurant if your boyfriend won't'. and you just stood there laughing." his voice was louder now, and you hated it whenever jude screamed, especially when those screams were directed at you.

"you're delusional... he didn't imply anything with that, he was only joking." you tried to reason your boyfriend.

"i still don't like it, i'm not asking you to never talk to him again, just make it clear you're-"

"but he knows that jude! i talk about you all the time, let's be serious for a second, come on." you laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation you were in, 45 minutes before the monaco grand prix fighting with your boyfriend in your driver room, it was probably the last thing you should be doing on a track where your focus was the most important thing.

you were always grateful whenever jude made time to see you racing because you knew how packed his schedule was. but right now, he was the last person you needed to see given the circumstances.

"jude, please just leave, i'm sick of fighting."

"i'm not leaving, we're having this conversation whether you like it or not." he said in a calmer tone, but it was too late, the damage was done.

"well, you're in my room right now and i want you out. i need to focus and you're not exactly helping right now."

"but we need to talk it out, i don't want you to go while we're fighting." you would have sworn his voice broke a bit when he ended his sentence.

"maybe you shouldn't have picked a fight with me then! maybe you shouldn't be here at all actually..." you practically whisper the last part and you immediately regret the words that came out of your mouth, knowing well you didn't mean them.

"okay then..." jude quickly gets up and you can't help but look at your feet, you can almost feel the sad look on his face.

"i love you."

you wanted to say it back but he closed the door with a loud bang before you could mutter any sound.

the only thing jude left behind was the faint smell of his cologne for you to think about what just happened and not focus on your race at all.

deep breaths. deep breaths were what you needed, you tried to shift your focus on your start, how you needed to get away from sainz, given how close he was to you. whenever your mind drifted off to the argument you had with jude, you found another thing to focus on before the race. the formation lap would start in a couple minutes, your focus needed to be on monaco's streets for at least an hour and a half, then you'll handle the rest later with jude, you always did.

the formation lap started and everything went perfectly well, you just had to wait for the red lights to turn off and you'll be gone, no more thinking, or overthinking.

"it's lights out and away we go in the streets of monaco."

perfect start, now you just had to race like you knew how to for 78 laps. nothing you couldn't do.

the first 46 laps went perfectly, you managed to overtake carlos' ferrari and pierre's alpine. everything went well, then you thought about jude, you knew he was probably still mad at you but you still hoped he was watching the race, waiting for you with papaya-coloured headphones. as your thoughts kept going you were about to get to the trickiest part of the circuit, mirabeau.

as your focus shifted back to your race, you forgot the most important thing, the biggest danger on track is the other drivers.

your brain barely had time to register the bright blue alpine trying to overtake you when there was clearly no space. next thing you knew, your head hit the cockpit. before you hit the wall at god knows what speed, you thought about how you didn't tell jude you loved him back, and how you hoped he was still aware of how much he meant to you in that moment.

pitch black, no sound at all, you couldn't feel anything for about thirty seconds because of the shock.

then everything came back. you felt the urge to move your legs around, they moved. perfect. then you felt like your position was unusual, you came to a conclusion on your own, your car was on its side. you didn't even get to think about getting out because you felt a horrible pain in your head, where it was hit you assumed.

and lastly, you saw the medics making sure you were okay, you moved your hand for them to understand the message. you were okay, they helped you out of the car, saying you would be taken to the infirmary.

you couldn't stop smiling, you felt terrible about the race and it was probably the biggest crash you ever experienced but everything was well, your family and friends saw you get out of the car safely, and you'd be able to tell jude you loved him. everything was well.

you had to answer the medics questions that made you feel like a 4-year-old: "what's your name ? do you know which day of the week it is ?" you knew it was for safety reasons but you absolutely hated it.

jude opened the door in pure jude fashion, loudly. you almost stopped waiting for him at that point but he was here finally.

he didn't even talk to you, words weren't needed. he just held you really tight even though you were still on the, very uncomfortable, infirmary bed. you felt his arms that were holding onto you shake as he kissed your hair.

"you have no idea how fucking terrified i was y/n." while jude had been to a fair few races with you, he'd never seen any big crashes, let alone involving you. yes, you could only imagine how scary that must have been for him, feeling powerless over the situation, you knew it all too well. you felt that way when jude was injured and you were absolutely helpless, of course you never wished for your boyfriend to ever feel that way, but here you were.

"i love you." you felt like it was the first thing you should say right now. "so so so much. i'm sorry for not saying it earlier." jude looked at you as tears started to form in your eyes, he quickly wiped them away and kissed away the sudden wave of sadness surging through you.

"and i'm sorry for getting mad at you, i shouldn't even have told you about it before the race, it was-"

jude was cut short when someone knocked and opened the door quickly after. pierre came in with a sorry look on his face, you heard he dnf after he damaged his car. poor thing.

"y/n, are you okay? i'm sorry about-" he started rambling with a french accent.

"i'm fine don't worry, just... can we talk about it later? you can come to our motorhome, they make great coffee there i swear." you tried to joke to lighten up the atmosphere, but it was still as tense as before.

if looks could kill, gasly would have died right here the way your boyfriend eyed him in silence, his gaze following the driver on his way out.

"what a fucking dickhead. how is he driving a whole f1 car? even i would do a better job than him i swear..." your boyfriend's pettiness amused you, even more so knowing that boy couldn't ride a bike without scaring the life out of you.

his features visibly changed and you knew he wanted to talk your argument out, as you were both calmer about the situation. but he didn't get the chance to speak a word before lando opened the door.

"what did that french hooligan do to my favourite teammate? that was a barbarian try at overtaking really." you laughed at your teammate being dramatic, as always.

"i'm fine, i think gasly needs prescription glasses though, i don't know where he saw the space there but i'm okay."

once again, you felt jude's eyes burning holes in lando's skull as he went silent, he quickly took the hint and left.

you couldn't help but burst out laughing at jude when it was just you two in the room.

"you need to stop glaring at people like that."

"i just don't like him." you took his hand as he looked at you, his look much softer than the one he gave pierre and lando.

"i only want you. alright? it doesn't matter how lando views me, whether what you think is true. he will never be you." you told him stroking your thumb on the back of his hand.

"i know that, i was just mad at how he acted with you. i'm sorry about that. i trust you, 100%. i just don't like how comfortable he was making these comments y'know."

"i get that, i'll make my boundaries clear with him, okay? let's not fight over silly things like that anymore."

jude softly grabbed your jaw and kissed you, you could tell you both needed this talk, and this kiss, to clear the air.

you pull out of the kiss first, suddenly feeling the urge to annoy him.

"you know... you look good when you're jealous, i might try that more often..." jude faked a serious face.

"if attention was what you wanted, you just had to ask love." he joked as you playfully hit his arm.

"just no more leaving without saying 'i love you' alright?" he asks before quickly kissing your forehead.

"never again."

#f1 inaccuracy: gasly would never apologize #jk jk #i reckon jude would get on well with lando but #but we move #hope you enjoy it my football & f1 friends 🫶#jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfic #football x reader #football imagine #football one shot #football fanfic #footballer imagine #football blurb

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aajjks · 9 months

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BC!JK

you won’t lie, your time spent with jungkook yesterday was actually fun. for a moment you forgot about all of the bad things jungkook did to you and just focused on him. yeah, you were upset with him about scaring you but you can’t remember ever seeing him laugh that hard with anyone else. he never laughed that hard when he picked on you either.

the more you both talked to one another the more you got to see him for what he really is and not what he pretended to be.

so here you are the next day running a little late because you’re struggling to put a cute outfit together for the soccer game. after searching for over 10 minutes, you finally get an outfit together for the warm weather and you’re sure this outfit will definitely turn heads but you still want to keep it unique to you.

you’re wearing an off-shoulder crop top with a short tartan skirt and gold accessories. your hair is in a high pony and last but not least, your spectacles to complete the outfit.

you don’t know why but you’re hoping to impress jungkook with this outfit and you’re excited for him to see you fashionably late…no? okay.

after spraying yourself down, you head to school but the closer you get you’re growing more nervous about which side to sit on.

you told eunwoo you’d sit on his side but you know jungkook wants you to sit where he can see you as his “good luck charm.” upon arrival, you hear people cheering for eunwoo and his name is echoed through the speakers of the school. ‘they must be losing’ you say to yourself referring to your team, well, jungkook’s team.

“hello, it’s $2 for a ticket”

“here you go” you say as you pull the money out of your small wallet and and receive a ticket to head inside the stadium and you’re immediately receiving shocked looks from your classmates who are surprised and taking a liking to your new look.

10-23

“so we are losing” you say out loud as you continue walking before deciding which side to sit on.

jungkook or eunwoo???

⏩⏩

“you got one more shot jeon!” the coach yells at jungkook. “we’ve got to get a lead on them before the last quarter. JK, mingyu, you guys go in and WIN DAMMIT!!!” he yells at the two young men but before they run into the field, mingyu takes jungkook for one last swig of water.

“hey jungkook, isn’t that your girlfriend?” mingyu say as he nods his head to your direction on their side. yes, you decided to sit on jungkook’s side and when he notices you you shyly wave at jungkook and mouth a ‘you got this’ at him.

now that you’re here, he’s DEFINITELY going to win this and kick eunwoo’s ass.

Jungkook wants to blow you a kiss but he’s got no time at all for romance right now, so he quickly gives you a smile before he’s drinking water and soon he’s back in the field.

Now, he’s finally got motivation to win this match, all for you.

“Come on guys let’s fuckin focus- we are going to win.” Jungkook whispers passionately to his teammates and soon the match is resumed,

Jungkook is careful, cautious and calculated as he focuses on the ball, he’s got to take the lead from eunwoo, because right now he’s in control. “Fuck you asshole.” Jungkook grits his teeth before he signals mingyu & Jaehyun to take position.

Jungkooks going to score this goal.

So he looks at you once more before closing his eyes and he’s running, eagerly waiting for the ball to come towards his direction, and he’s got to admit that eunwoo is really good at this-

His footwork is amazing, but Jungkook has always been better and perfect at everything so winning this match for you shouldn’t be a problem,

Just then, God is on his side because jungkook immediately cages the ball in, running like his life depends on it, beads of sweat falling all over his face but he doesn’t forget to give eunwoo a dirty look.

The cheers are getting louder and louder and now everyone is chanting “JK JK JK!!” The adrenaline is rushing through his veins and before anyone can stop him, he swings his leg and he kicks the ball.

So strongly that the goal keeper fails to even comprehend what’s happening and it’s hit the net.

His teammates go insane and the crowd goes wild, the commentators are already praising jungkook for his historic goal and he’s surrounded by his teammates.

He can’t stop smiling as he hugs them all back, but soon he’s looking over for your reaction, and it finally feels like everything is worth it because you look so proud of him, clapping your hands and jumping up and down.

Maybe he’s staring at you too intensely because it’s not long before your eyes meet and he finally blows you a kiss, mouthing, “for you.”

#ask: bc!jk #forget bc jk it’s FOOTBALLER KOOK FIC AT THIS POINT #a*

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