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leviscolwill · 8 months

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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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wejustvibing · 14 days

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born to serve (wear sick runway fits) forced to work (wear timmy holfiger)

#but we move #lewis hamilton #f1 #paddock walk: suzuka gp 2024 #paddock walk: japanese gp 2024 #suzuka gp 2024 #japanese gp 2024

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drawfee-quot3s · 1 year

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that is my concern, if you stabbed someone with that. like that's gnarly

if i STAB someone i want it to TAKE. i want it to be NASTY. i'm not like doing waRning stabs

- karina + jacob

drawfee: "turning words into drawings"

the sword in question:

#im gonna be honest this one looks more like a knife than a short sword looking at the handle #but we move #turning words into drawings #this episode is not free from cats 2019 references #drawfee #drawfee quotes #drawfee video #jacob andrews #jacob drawfee #karina farek #karina drawfee #italian cold steel cinquedea

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shiikiyun · 10 months

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something batch of doodles for @dailyfuuta im not even counting the days anymore happy pride happy odd eye circle comeback

#milgram #milgram fanart #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #mahiru shiina #es milgram #shidou kirisaki #kotoko yuzuriha #ミルグラム #ミルグラムファンアート #ive had a very rough month since early may #ive had to skip so many days lol #but we move #happy pride

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yinyuedijun · 2 months

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good morning I'm still feeling insane over hf bleach anon's free use+ qipao ask so no one look at me if I just write a thirst post later tonight

#UGHHH #non-chronological smut lol it would really make the most sense after yuanxiaojie #but we move #yueshuo #nsft

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formulafics · 5 months

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whatca working on for the future i live for the fixes you give im not an addict i can stop when i want

thank you LMAO im glad you enjoy them 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i have a lot of requests, and the ones i’m working on right now (since i’ve talked about them and already presented them to my followers) will be:

BABY, JUST SAY YES | while it’s known that logan sergeant isn’t single, no one can figure out who the mystery girl is. logan chooses to keep that information private until she’s no longer his girlfriend, but his wife. (LS2 x fem!reader)

MIDNIGHT MEMORIES | in which no one knows or even has an idea of who yn ln is dating, until she’s caught making out with one of her fellow drivers after a particularly good race. (OP81 x fem!reader)

SO CLOSE, YET SO FAR | your best friend is arthur leclerc, and his best friend is oscar piastri. you’d think that’s grounds for being close with oscar, but here you are, age 22, and you aren’t even sure you could call him a friend. what you do know, though, is that you have a ridiculous crush on him, one that you’re struggling to hide. (oscar piastri x fem!reader, enemies to lovers-ish)

those are the requests i have set in stone, then i have some ideas of my own, which would be:

LUCKY CHARM | jenson buttons return to f1 is a blessing and a curse for yn ln. on one hand, she always seems to have quite the weekend when he’s around. on the other, her feelings for him from 2016 are still present - extremely so. (JB22 x fem!reader)

THE JPG CHRONICLES (3) | another part to the chaotic series in which yn lns jpg account isn’t aesthetic photography, but rather an f1 meme account. this time around, everyone wants to know who her supposed “boyfriend” is after a comment she mad on a previous post.

EYES OF A CHAMPION | a series that follows mercedes rookie yn ln in her career, personal life, and love life. (this is a very brief description of this, as i don’t have it fully planned out, but i know i want to do it.)

truthfully i’m in a spot right now where im stumped on those last requests that i’ve presented, hence my requests being on hold for the time being, but i digress.

ALSO !! there will be more male reader for anyone who is curious about that <3

#no definite date for jpg chronicles or eyes of a champion #struggling with baby just say yes midnight memories and so close yet so far 😻#but we move

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laz-kay · 2 months

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Who are some of your favorite creators in the fandom? Do you have any follow recs?

Besides yourself, mdear🥰

I’ll always recommend @duckmine because their art is simply stunning. I love the way they draw Tina so happy all the damn time, it’s adorable!

@drawthething has gotta be up there for me too. Their art style is so unique and I adore everything they create. It’s always so immersive.

Gotta shoutout my gorgeous mutuals @unclefathersantateddy @dianadeadwing and @myrtiniart. Again, their art is *chefs kiss* and I always appreciate their reblogs of Bob content.

#there's probably a tonne i'm forgetting about rn #but we move #ask #answered #bobs burgers #bob's burgers #creators

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seventhgod · 4 days

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yeah so - i decided to make a little hideaway area. this is ren (@/vacantgodling). been feeling kind of down and wanted to just kinda be by myself (kinda). following people i wanna still keep in contact with over here as well--feel free to ask vacantgodling for clarification if you'd like (or my discord if you have it).

i'm probably fine just feeling a way rn.

#about a lot of things #but we move #he speaks #idk about the icon i may change it or keep it as an oc idk man

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tag-if · 3 months

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Progress Update;

JAN 2024 - FEB 2024;

Hello all!

University has finally gotten back into full swing, i reckon the routine is helping me out a lot, but it means this hasn't been the most productive in terms of writing (more planning based). I'm pretty busy this month, i've realised, so i will be aiming to get chapter 1 out around the beginning to middle of March.

I did a bit of reworking, to fix the pacing (and keep myself sane) so i apologise if it isn't what you expected when it does come out.

now, without further ado, the checklist :)

DONE;

reworked the plans to fix the pacing a little bit (subject to further change)

added some more customisation that wasn't previously there

polished off the previously finished scenes, so they aren't just word vomit anymore

TO DO;

still have to do the meet the ROs scene

toying with the idea of replacing the first skill check with an option to snoop for information instead (be it through interaction or exploring); this would move the skill check to the beginning of chapter 2

#tag-if #the advisor's game #twine wip #have we progressed?#it's also my birthday this month #very exciting #i'm aging :D #bit of a scary thought #but we move #partner's birthday - my birthday - valentines - concert - international fieldtrip - feb ends #absolutely packed schedule #i am a busy bee #i'll be happy #but exhausted lol

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whumpasaurus101 · 1 year

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Whumpee let out a sob as they flopped on their matress. They wanted to get out. They needed to get out. Whumper's heavy fist banged on the door, "Open up, none of these childish games!!"

Whumpee sobbed harder, "No!" They sobbed. "Whumpee, I swear-" They took a deep breath, "Open the door now and I won't hurt you."

Whumpee's head slowly perked up, “Pr-promise?” Their shaking hand hovered over the lock.

"Promise," Came a gentle voice, instantly calming Whumpee as they turned the lock. The second the door opened, Whumpee was slammed against the mirror by their throat, the back of their head erupted in pain, feeling the glass behind them shatter.

Whumpee gasped, "I-I'm sorry! Ple-please-" "Quiet," Whumper growled, their hand tightening against the other's throat, "You know how much I hate repeating myself. Now, state rule twenty seven."

Whumpee flinched as they wheezed out, "N-no locked d-d'rs..." "No locked doors," Whumper hummed, and what did you do?"

Whumpee sobbed out, "ple-plea-" "Not the answer I was looking for."

"I lo-locked the door, 'm sorry!!!" Whumper nodded before speaking after a moment, "Oho, you will be."