Reporter: "how Much Did It Change Overnight Because There Seems A Big Difference In The Performance?"

The 2024 Beginners' Guide to F1 from Shunted Towers.

How'd Pascale react when she sees Checo and her daughter sleeping on the couch and then next morning getting told everything?

Pascale would be giggling and shit /j

Since the day before Mama Leclerc was out of the house, maybe went out with friends or something that kept her out for the whole day. So when she came home and went to the living room to be greeted by you and Checo cuddling on the couch, she let out the biggest smile. She was right about your boyfriend being a driver, though she had a few guesses who, she never thought it would be the Mexican Racing Point driver.

But before she did anything, she went to her room and freshened up. After that, she went down preparing breakfast for the six of them. The first to wake up from her kids is Lorenzo. The moment he walked in the kitchen, he greeted his mother, kissing her cheeks before getting water from the refrigerator.

Maman trying to hold back her smile, asked Lorenzo what you and Checo were doing that had you both ending up on the couch cuddling. As Lorenzo was about to answer, he was interrupted by a cheerful Arthur who was followed by a sleepyhead Charles letting out a yawn. The younger boys greeted their mother, kissing her cheek like Lorenzo did.

Once they all settled down, Lorenzo started talking about everything that took place yesterday the moment your boyfriend dropped by unannounced. Maman smiled widely when she listens to his eldest speak protectively about his only sister, it made her feel like she did something right. As Lorenzo continued telling everything that happened, Arthur and Charles would often interrupt, adding information from what their older brother is saying.

When they finished, Maman thanked her sons for being there to their sister, always having her back. Then Pascale asked her kids to help her set the table as she finished cooking their breakfast. Washing her hands after placing the food on the table, she went to the living room and sat on the single-seater couch where Checo sat yesterday when he was being interrogated by your brothers.

She smiled to herself, thinking how much you and Checo reminded her of herself and Papa Leclerc when they were dating. She watched as you snuggled closer to your significant other while Checo just wrapped his arm around your shoulder. She let out a soft chuckle as she saw the domestic actions unfold.

Lorenzo called upon their mum that the table was set and they can eat, but the eldest said it too loud that it startled you.

Falling asleep on the couch last night, you had not expected to wake up with your mother sitting across you, a wide grin plastered on her face. Your sudden movement stirred your boyfriend from his sleep. Looking at him, you saw him scrunching his eyebrows as his eyes adjusted to the bright light before his expression turned into confusion. He stared at your mother before rubbing his eyes, thinking he might be hallucinating. But when he saw that she was still there, he swiftly moved away from you, scared at the thought of Maman scolding him or worse, you.

When Pascale saw what happened, she let out a light chuckle before sighing and standing up. She went pass Checo’s side of the couch, patting his shoulders and whispered that it was okay, before she spoke this time to the both of you that breakfast was ready.

Checo scrambled from the couch, his cheeks flushed as he gets flustered from the thought that both of you were caught by your mother cuddling in the living room. You watched him internally panic as you stood up from your place, kissing his cheek and taking a hold of his hand before letting out a small smile and assuring him that your mum meant no harm.

Pascale called out for both of you again when you didn’t go to the dining room and this time you drag Checo to the room and guiding him to sit on the chair beside you.

While breakfast was ongoing, Checo was on the hotseat again, but this time getting interrogated by your mother. As your mother inquires your significant other different questions, you can see him squirm nervously on his chair and so you placed your hand on his thigh and patted it assuringly that he won’t answer anything wrong.

After breakfast and Maman seemingly satisfied with your boyfriend’s answer, she went to his side and pulled him up from his chair as she gave Sergio a hug and a kiss on the cheek, welcoming him into the family and even referring to him as her future son-in-law. You let out a huge sigh of relief as Checo passed your family’s test.

But little did you know after the kiss on the cheek, Maman threatened Checo quietly that if he ever decided to hurt her daughter, he should be prepared for the consequence. And he gulped hard like something was dislodged in his throat before nodding slowly.

Can you please do driver reader is literally the absolute Angel of the paddock and everyone adores her, she’s the cutest sweetest little bean that you can’t help but love, she’s a Redbull driver and Christian always fawns over her and talks about his ‘daughter’ ( it’s clear she’s the favourite ). Even the older drivers love her e.g kimi, jenson, Seb, mark. Platonic pleaseeee

Omg, that is such a sweet idea. I did the format a bit differently, hope you don't mind.

Enjoy reading and send me some requests!!!

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The Redbull Princess

YN YLN was a known name in the motor sport world. Not only was she the youngest driver currently on the grid - only 19 years - but she is the first female to ever drive for RedBull. Not oy that, but also the only woman on the grid.

Despite having a different gender, the other drivers never treated her bad. In fact, one could say that YN got the whole "Princess Treatment" from the drivers and teams. Each driver has taken a special place in her life.

Exhibit A: The protective one

The paddock was buzzing with energy, reporters swarming like bees near the Red Bull garage. YN was prepping for her media rounds, already feeling the weight of the spotlight on her. As she stepped into the press pen, a group of journalists immediately approached, firing off questions.

"YN, how do you feel about the pressure of being the youngest driver? Do you think it affects your performance?"

Before she could answer, Max appeared out of nowhere, slipping between her and the reporters with a grin that was anything but friendly. "I think that's enough for now," Max said, his blue eyes narrowing. "She’s got a race to focus on. Back off."

The reporters, visibly intimidated by the reigning World Champion, quickly shuffled away. YN let out a breath of relief, nudging Max with her elbow.

"You know, I can handle them."

Max chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, steering her away from the crowd. "Yeah, but why would I let them bother you when I can have fun scaring them off?"

"You're impossible," she laughed. "But thanks."

Exhibit B: The gossip King

YN walked into the Ferrari garage, still buzzing from practice. She found Charles leaning against his car, drinking water. His face lit up when he saw her.

"Charlie! Did you see that move I pulled in turn 9?" she said, excitedly plopping down next to him.

Charles grinned, instantly slipping into gossip mode. "I did! Smooth as butter. But did you hear about Fernando's radio message? He was furious about the tire degradation. Drama!"

YN's eyes widened. "No way! Spill all the tea, Leclerc."

Charles leaned in, whispering. "Apparently, his engineer told him to manage his tires better, and Nando snapped, saying, ‘I am managing them!’" He mimicked Fernando’s accent, making YN burst into laughter.

Exhibit C: The helping hand

The young RedBull driver just exited her car, when she felt someone grabbing her Birking Bag. When she quickly turned her head, she was meat with the sight of Carlos not only caring her bag in his hands and her coat on his arm, but carring his own stuff as well.

"Carlito, what are you doing? You don’t have to carry all my stuff for me." she told him, after they started walking towards the entrance.

Carlos mate an irritated sound, before responding to her. "Nonsense, hermana. Your job is to win this weekend. So let me help you with all the other things, comprende?"

Before Carlos could get an answer, she threw her arms around him, whispering a small thank you in his ear.

Exhibit D: The personal chef

YN sat in the Red Bull hospitality area, poking at her plate of food with a discontented look. Yuki walked over, noticing her lack of enthusiasm.

"Not good enough for you, huh?" Yuki teased, sliding into the seat across from her.

YN scrunched up her nose. "I don’t know what it is, but I just can’t eat this."

Without missing a beat, Yuki stood up. "I’ll make you something. What do you want?"

Her eyes brightened. "Yuki, really? You don’t have to!"

He waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, you’re picky. I know that. What do you want? Miso soup? Onigiri?"

YN tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Onigiri sounds perfect."

Within minutes, Yuki was back, placing a plate of freshly made onigiri in front of her. YN took a bite and sighed contentedly. "You're the best, Yuki."

He grinned. "I know."

Exhibit E: The "annoying" prankster

YN was busy trying to make sure her helmet and gear were ready when suddenly, her entire backpack fell off the counter with a loud thud, spilling everything.

"Lando!" she yelled, spinning around, catching the British driver grinning like a mischievous child.

"What?" Lando said, feigning innocence, hands up. "It slipped."

YN gave him a look but couldn’t help the smile creeping on her face. Lando always knew how to lift her spirits, even if it was through relentless pranks.

"One day, Norris, one day!" she warned, pointing a finger at him.

"I’ll be waiting," Lando chuckled, before helping her pick up her things

Exhibit F: The shoulder to cry on

"I just can't believe it. I was so close. How did I manage to bin the car into the wall on the last corner" muttered the 19 year old. Her face pressed in Oscars neck, who was busy stroking her hair. He knew better than to interrupt her during her rant. Knowing it would help her when she got everything of her chest.

After a moment, she shakily breathed out. Oscar knew that the only thing he could do now was to let her fall apart while he would catch every piece of her.

And that's what he did. While she cried her heart out, Oscar held her close to him, rocking them slowly in a soothing matter. It felt like nothing could happen to her in Oscars arms. He would protect her from the outside world as long as she needed

Sometimes actions speak louder than words

Exhabit G: The fashionista

Lewis stood beside YN, eyeing her racing suit critically before smirking. "That’s not gonna work."

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.

He pointed at her boots. "Those shoes? No way. They don’t match the rest of the suit."

YN raised an eyebrow. "I'm not trying to walk the runway, Lewis. I’m racing."

Lewis rolled his eyes. "You can do both. Come on, let’s get you a new pair of shoes. You’ll thank me later."

And true to his words, YN received a new pair of racing shoes only a few hours later. They certainly looked better than her old pair.

Exhibit H: The mother-hen

George was hovering near the buffet in the paddock, watching YN closely as she piled food onto her plate. He narrowed his eyes as she bypassed the salad section.

"YN, you need to eat more greens. And have you had any water today?" George asked, his tone dangerously close to motherly.

YN groaned. "George, I’m fine. I had water this morning."

"That’s not enough," he replied sternly, filling a glass and handing it to her. "Drink. Now."

She pouted but took the glass. "Okay, Mom."

Exhibit I: The proud dad

During a press conference, Christian Horner stood beside YN, smiling at the reporters. "You all know my daughter here is the star of the show," he said, gesturing towards YN.

YN blushed at the comment. "Christian!"

The reporters laughed, but YN knew Christian wasn’t entirely joking. He had taken her under his wing from day one, treating her like family. And she couldn’t have been more grateful.

Exhibit J: Bwoah

In a rare quiet moment, YN had somehow convinced Kimi Räikkönen — the Iceman himself — to do a TikTok trend with her. As the camera rolled, Kimi deadpanned his way through the trend, barely moving but somehow nailing it.

"Thanks for doing this, Kimi," YN said, grinning as they finished.

Kimi shrugged. "Bwoah, don’t mention it, kid. But don’t tell the other drivers that you are my favourite"

YN laughed. "Deal."

Valentine's Day | CS 55

carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: smut, 18+, cosplay, fluff

happy belated valentine day!!! I hope you like it!!!

It was Valentine's Day, and Y/N had something fun planned for Carlos. A little game, just to keep things interesting. Sitting on the couch, she held up two folded pieces of paper, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“Alright, Mr. Sainz,” she teased, wiggling the papers in front of him. “You get to pick one. Your fate for the night lies in your hands.”

Carlos narrowed his eyes, already suspicious. “What’s the catch?”

"No catch," Y/N hums, "but I will say… one of these is your favorite thing ever."

Carlos’ grin widens. That piques his interest. He loves games, especially when Y/N is the one making the rules. So, with zero hesitation, he picks a paper and unfolds it dramatically. His eyes scan the words for a split second before his entire face lights up like a damn Christmas tree.

"Erotic massage?" He reads out loud, voice practically dripping in excitement. Then he looks up at her, eyes sparkling.

“NO WAY.” Carlos shot up from his couch so fast it scraped against the floor. “EROTIC MASSAGE? BABE, ARE YOU FOR REAL?”

Carlos didn’t even try to hide his excitement. “I LOVE THIS GAME. I LOVE VALENTINE’S DAY. I LOVE YOU.”

Y/N barely held in her laughter, watching him short-circuit from sheer joy.

Then, before Y/N could react, he darted over to her side of the table, grabbed her waist, and buried his face in her neck.

“Carlos—” She shrieked between laughs as he inhaled deeply, arms wrapping around her like he was trying to merge their souls.

“Mmm.” He let out a dramatic sigh. “I knew you smelled like love.”

She smacked his arm, trying to push him off. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“A weirdo who’s about to get the massage of his life,” he shot back, finally pulling away, though his hands lingered on her waist.

“Wait… what was the other option?”

“Romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant.”

Carlos blinked. “Pfft.” Then he grinned, practically giddy. “I won. This is a jackpot.”

“Now…” His lips curled into a smirk. “You need to get ready. And you better look sexy.”

YN crossed her arms, pretending to be unimpressed. "Wow. I feel so respected right now."

Carlos held both hands up innocently. "Hey, I’m just saying! You’re the professional here, I’m just the lucky customer. But carinõ I suggest it. Strongly." He winked before heading to the bathroom, already humming a happy little tune under his breath.

****

Carlos emerged from the bathroom, fresh from his shower, wrapped in a fluffy white bathrobe. He was expecting Y/N to be waiting for him, but he wasn't expecting this.

His brain? Instantly fried.

There she was—standing near the bed, dressed in the outfit. The kind that should be illegal because holy hell.

Carlos stopped mid-step, jaw going slack.

No words. Just pure, unfiltered admiration. His eyes dragged over every inch of her, taking in the way the fabric hugged her body, the way her curves were on full display.

He swallowed hard. “Babe.”

Y/N tilted her head, amused. “Yeah?”

“You look…” He let out a slow breath, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. “Unreal. Like, actually not real. Are you real or its just a dream?”

She smirked, walking toward him with slow, teasing steps. “You like?”

Carlos just nodded, his gaze never leaving her. Then, suddenly—

Smack.

Y/N let out a small gasp as Carlos landed a firm slap on her ass, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

“Carlos!” She shot him a glare, but he was grinning—and before she could step away, his hand grabbed her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Mmm,” he hummed, looking way too pleased with himself. “Yeah. Yeah. This is gonna be a great Valentine’s Day.”

Y/N swatted his hand away, her face slightly heated. “Behave.”

Carlos just smirked. “No promises.”

Still grinning, he moved toward the bed and flopped down dramatically, spreading his arms. “Alright, Miss Masseuse. Time for my treatment.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but played along, stepping closer. “You need to take off your robe.”

Carlos, still lying back, smirked up at her. “I’m the customer, right?”

“Yeah?”

His smirk deepened. “Then shouldn’t you be the one taking this off?” He tugged at the edge of his robe, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Y/N sighed. “You’re such a menace.”

Carlos reached for her wrist, pulling her closer until she was practically straddling him. His fingers trailed over her skin, his touch warm and slow. “And you love it.”

****

A quick glance of his naughty gaze runs down Y/N's gorgeous body, then his long legs step onto the bed, quickly changing his mobile phone mode to do not disturb.

When Y/N helps him to take off his bathrobe, his big dick isn't fully erected, but it's already quite hard. With just a little touch or kiss, that fat shaft will be fully hard.

Carlos lifts Y/N chin with his finger, then uses it to gently crush her lips.

"Are you ready?"

"I am."

Her knees sank into the hollow of the mattress as he mounted her. Carlos positioned himself in the centre, on his back. He folded his arms under his head.

YN picked up the bottle of sweet almond oil that she often used to massage her husband, and Carlos used to massage Y/N.

Carlos looked at Y/N with admiration in his eyes. Y/N always knows the massage techniques and pressure that Carlos prefers. Not wanting to waste any more time, Y/N started from his calves.

Carlos' calves were hard and muscular—his entire body had muscles that were evenly toned. If it's too soft, Y/N knows he can't feel the benefits. Y/N had to be smart to manage her energy. Usually, Carlos praised the skill of his wife's hands in relaxing his muscles.

Carlos gently strokes Y/N thighs as her gentle hands begin to rise to his waist and stomach—Y/N pretends not to notice Carlos' pre-ejaculated cock.

Without Y/N knowing, Carlos yanked off the back ribbon of her clothes. Her bare boobs were bouncing right in front of his eyes. Carlos, already super turned on, remembered something he wanted to try.

"Use your feet, carinõ."

"Hmm? Are you sure?" Y/N asked, tilting her head.

"Yeah. Let's try something new."

Y/N scooted a bit closer, still holding onto Carlos's thighs. Then, carefully and a bit nervously, she pressed her feet against his rock-hard dick.

"Nghh, fuck. That's good, carinõ."

"hmm?"

"It feels really good, baby."

Slowly, Y/N started playing with Carlos's dick with her soft feet. Well, she started enjoying it too.

Carlos's wild moans, his messy face lost in pleasure, and his begging for Y/N to keep going got her all hyped up.

"You've awakened something in me, Y/N."

"Mmmh," you moaned, licking your lips, also enjoying the sensation of Carlos's dick between your feet.

Carlos's pre-cum dripped down his shaft, slightly lubricating your movements. It tickled. Y/N should have been able to control herself a bit. But Carlos's sensual groans made her so horny, her pussy was already wet.

"You're wet, hmm? Your juices are soaking my thighs."

"Y-yeah, Carlos. Hngh."

"Suck me, now."

Y/N let go of her foot grip and moved to suck Carlos's dick. Her husband, breathing heavily with his chest rising and falling fast, was just as excited as Y/N. Her skilled fingers matched the veins popping out on his cock.

"Get my cock up, Y/N. You're so eager to get fucked, aren't you?"

"Aaa, Carlos!" Y/N's face turned red and hot. Carlos was too good at reading her.

"Look, who's the one who started it, who can't wait."

Carlos pulled his wife's hand. "Come and claim your prize."

btw I'm not really good at making warnings, so let me know if I'm missing anything! thank you! 🤍

TAME THE WOLFF| T.WOLFF

Pairing; Angry!Toto Wolff x Calm!Wife!reader

Summary; A few scenarios in which Toto is angry and frustrated and you’re there to calm him down and save his poor team from his wrath

Warnings; angry Toto.

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It was no secret that during a race weekend Toto could get a little….frustrated.

Okay, frustrated was putting it way too lightly, the man got way too passionate about his work and when things didn’t go the way they’re supposed to it was like a volcano was erupting in his mind and he just loses all sense of control leading him to his famous actions of smashing headphones.

The Austrian was already intimidating enough with his tall stature and the confidence he eluded but when he was angry he wasn’t just intimidating, he was scary.

The way his dark eyes seemed to turn almost entirely black and how the veins in his forehead throbbed were signs that had the Mercedes team shifting in their seats and the moment he started running his hands down his face was the moment the higher people in the team would get their phones out and call for help.

That help being you.

It had taken a long time for the team to acknowledge the effect you had on their team principle because he never got angry when you attended races but it was when you arrived to races later in the day that they started to see how things changed.

It was one particular day when Toto had arrived to the track already a bit frustrated, whether that was because of your absence or not they didn’t know but the pile up of disastrous events had lead to the team principle throwing things and shouting at the top of his lungs.

Then you arrived.

You certainly hadn’t expected to walk into the garage and be greeted by your husband in a fit of rage and the entire team stood frozen like petrified animals but the sight of fear on their faces had upset you greatly, especially knowing that it was because of Toto’s, quite frankly unnecessary, tantrum.

You walked over to your husband, who hadn’t even noticed you amidst his anger, and gently placed your hand on his arm.

Any member of the team would’ve called you crazy in that moment, walking over to the beast of a man with no fear on your face when he could have easily turned around and launched you across the room without even thinking.

He had been ready to throw a fist at the person who had the gall to touch him before he saw that it was you, his beloved wife looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes even as he was acting like a brute.

The team had never seen him change personalities so quickly in that moment.

You didn’t say anything to him, instead you placed your other hand on his back and guided him away from everyone, you wouldn’t have been able to move him by yourself but he allowed you to guide him away with absolutely no argument.

You opened the door of his makeshift office, saying nothing as he strode straight past you without a glance, steam practically spilling from his ears, you could feel the anger radiating off of him.

Apart from his unsettled shuffling the room was filled with an intense silence as you shut the door, simply watching as his chest rose and fell harshly, you could see that he was trying to calm himself down now that he was in your presence but he was struggling to do so and that was only frustrating him further.

"Sit down," you gently instructed him, nodding towards the small sofa pushed up against the wall of the small room.

He wanted to argue but he stopped himself and did as he was told, sitting down on the sofa he buried his face into his hands.

You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around the back of his head, allowing him to lean into your stomach, you ran your hands through his hair.

"I understand you’re stressed and that things aren’t going the way you want them too but the way you’re shouting is unfair to the team, they are not your verbal punching bag but you’re treating them as they are."

Toto closed his eyes, releasing a heavy sigh, he wrapped his arms around your body to bring you closer.

He knew you were right, you always were and that’s what he loved about you, how you were always there to talk some sense into him.

He didn’t say anything though, he just held you firmly but gently and used your presence to calm him down.

There were many things he needed to be doing right now but he couldn’t find himself to care, right now the most important thing was calming down and spending time with you, no matter how long that took.

When the Mercedes team heard the door to their boss’ office unlock and saw the man himself walk out completely calm with you following shortly after, they were beyond amazed.

It was that day that the members of the team who had your number put you on speed dial in preparation for when an incident like this happened again, which it no doubt would.

"It seems that Toto Wolff is beginning to get a little bit frustrated down in the Mercedes garage."

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the unnecessary commentary that wasn’t helping in the slightest.

Your husband was getting agitated and the nearby team members were nervously glancing in his direction as though they were mentally preparing themselves for him to blow his top.

Instead of waiting for Toto to lose it, you stood behind him and loosely wrapped your arms around him, thumbing at the collar of his shirt.

Everyone around could see the tension immediately release from his body just from your comforting touch.

Toto grabbed one of your hands with his own, stroking his thumb back and forth across your skin, using the motion as a way to ground himself.

The whole garage went silent at the sight of both of their cars spinning off the track in turn 1. What once was going to be a promising race from starting second and third has turned into a disaster in such a short amount of time.

Everyone was utterly speechless as the entire team just sat there staring at their monitors in shock.

But then they actually acknowledged that it was silent and all simultaneously turned towards their boss with confused stares only to see you blocking him from the cameras that were pointing into the garage, leaning down and whispering, what they could only guess were calming, words to him.

Whilst the cameras couldn’t see his face, the team could and they could tell he was, rightfully so, furious as the situation, he wasn’t shouting or throwing things.

He definitely wanted to but he wasn’t.

You weren’t really in the mood to be in the garage today surrounded by so much noise to the point you could barely hear yourself think and the smell of fuel so strong it made you nauseous but you still wanted to support your husband as you weren’t able to accompany him everywhere he went so you settled in his makeshift office on what was possibly the worlds smallest sofa with your laptop sitting in your lap and your headphones placed over your ears to block out the noise from the team outside and the cars on the track.

It had been hours and you were content in the alone time you were getting, it was just you and your music playing in your ears that you didn’t notice the multiple calls you were receiving.

Unbeknownst to you, outside of his office, your husband was kicking off and nothing anyone did or said could calm him down.

The team had never witnessed Toto as angry as he was right now, the veins in his forehead more prominent than ever and whilst most didn’t understand the German words coming out of his mouth, they knew he couldn’t be saying anything nice.

Bono was trying to get a hold of you for possibly the twentieth time and he was still having no luck, he felt the pressure of the teams eyes on him, begging for the news that you’d be coming knowing that he was only one of a few that had your number and the means to find you right now but he wasn’t getting anywhere.

Poor Lewis and George were getting the brunt of the Austrian’s anger and even though they hadn’t a clue of what he was saying, they were starting to question the security of their jobs.

Luckily, a mechanic who had just entered the garage and was completely taken aback by the scene in front of him, awkwardly side shuffled to Bono and questioned what was going on. "He’s acting crazy! I can’t get a hold of Y/N."

"Didn’t she go straight into his office when they arrived earlier?" The mechanic asked.

Bono looked at him in shock and relief before jumping to his feet and wasting no time as he jogged in the direction of Toto’s office.

It was rude but he didn’t bother knocking, he almost cried when he saw you sitting there.

You got the fright of your life as the door burst open but the sight of a frantic Bono caused you to remove your headphones and look at him in confusion.

"Oh thank god you’re here! Toto’s gone mental!"

You released a sigh at his words and pushed your laptop to the side and got up from the sofa. "What for now?"

"I honestly have no idea but if he doesn’t calm down soon then Lewis and George might just start crying and Toto looks like he’s about to burst a blood vessel."

The moment you stepped out into the short, narrow corridor you heard your husbands angry German shouting. "Mein Gott," you muttered to yourself.

Entering the main part of the garage you weren’t greeted by a pretty sight at all, Bono wasn’t overreacting in the way he described Toto, Lewis and George and let’s not forget about the rest of the team.

You headed straight for your husband, not acknowledging the looks of relief you saw build on everyone’s faces, especially the two drivers’.

You didn’t even need to say anything to Toto, you just stood in front of him and looked up at him with a stern gaze that soon got him to shut up but his eyes were still blazing with fury as he looked down at you, you knew his anger wasn’t aimed at you, he was just still pent up with emotions.

You nodded in the direction of his office and simply walked away, expecting him to follow after you if he knew what was good for him.

He followed you.

The moment you heard him close the door you turned to him. "This needs to stop."

He looked at you furiously, "how am I supposed to stop when I have two drivers that can’t even get through a lap without crashing into each other!"

"Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Torger!" Your voice cut through the air as you glared at him which soon caused his face to shift from angry to wounded as you scolded him.

"How hard is it for you to simply sit them down and give them a stern talking to, there’s no need for the way you completely blow your top, you’re acting like a child throwing a tantrum."

He was still beyond angry, you could see it in his eyes and the way he shifted on his feet and he was about to retort but you cut him off. "I don’t want to hear you right now, I want you to sit down in silence and calm down before a single word comes out of your mouth."

He pursed his lips, not at all happy but he did as he was told and sat down in the chair behind the small desk, you didn’t spare him a glance as you sat yourself back where you were before Bono came searching for you, pulling your laptop back onto your lap to finish what you had been doing.

It was a good 15/20 minutes later when you heard him get up from his seat and make his way over to you. He sat beside you and rested his head on your shoulder causing you to roll your eyes but a smile grew on your face at his actions, you were glad he couldn’t see it though.

You continued to carry on with what you were doing, letting him decide how he wanted your conversation to go and so it remained silent for a few more minutes with you and Toto simply sat there, him resting against you simply soaking up the comfort of your presence.

He shifted and pressed a kiss to your temple before returning back to his position. "Are you mad at me?" He asked when you remained silent.

You closed your laptop and put it away before shifting the both of you so you were up straight and looking at each other. "No," you told him honestly, "I just wish you wouldn’t let your frustrations get the best of you all the time."

He looked down at your words before looking back into your eyes with a sincere look, "I’m sorry."

"It’s okay," you smiled at him, reaching out a hand to brush his hair back. "We just need to find a way for you to keep yourself together."

"You’re the way," he replied immediately which stunned you and he was okay with that. He pulled you into his arms and you both just sat there.

You could be quite the opposite at times but you were content with that because you would always be there to ground him whenever his emotions got out of control.

Salt in the wound

a/n: go and listen to Salt in the wound by Julien Baker, Phoebe Bridgers and Lucy Dacus.

summary: After Stephen's accident you try to take care of him but he constantly crosses the line with you. One day he adds too much salt into your wound.

pairing: Stephen Strange x f!reader

warnings: angst, angst, angst, hurt no comfort.

You walked into his New York apartment where the now-familiar smell of cigarettes and cheap whiskey hung around. Piles of dirty and mostly broken dishes were the only thing on the kitchen counter. The man you loved was sitting at the table struggling to hold a pen.

“Let me help you” you said softly and approached him.

“No!” he yelled at you. You weren’t used to this, to him treating you like this. “Go. Away.” he snapped.

“I brought you some food” you sighed. You placed take-out Chinese food from his favourite restaurant in front of him. “I’m gonna clean a bit so you can rest” you send him a shy smile.

“Are you deaf or supid?” for the first time in a few days his eyes connected with yours. “You graduated from medical school at the top of your class so I suggest that you should visit a laryngologist. Dr Cronan, right?” you have never heard so much hatred in his voice. You stood there practically speechless.

“Stephen, I-, look” before you were able to finish he interrupted you.

“Can’t you form a fucking sentence?” he shouted “Poor y/n, feels the need to take care of the guy who she’s been fucking for a few months. Watch out, I might even cry” he continued.

Cruel silence filled the room, the only sound was coming from cold rain beating on large windows. You analysed his face and immediately realised that there isn’t even a slight sign of regret. He meant exactly what he said.

“Look” You took a deep breath “I know that your job was what gave your life meaning, something that made you feel complete, but there are other things that can give your life meaning” you said and came a little closer to him and tried to touch his face but before you were able to do so he pushed your hand away.

“Like what? You?” he scoffed. “You don’t mean a thing to me!” he yelled into your face. A loud thunderclap echoed in the room at the same moment as your heart broke into pieces. You loved him, you truly did. He used to be a beam of light in your day, but now, you couldn’t recognize him.

“This is the part where you apologise” you said.

“This is the part where you leave” he responded.

You took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. You closed your eyes and felt a tear falling down your cheek.

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Eight months ago, after a thirteen hours-long operation, two brilliant neurosurgeons, you and Stephen, sat down on the floor of the operation room and laughed about the facial expression of the guy they just saved.

“God, I'm starving” you said in between laughs.

“Would you like to get out of here? I know a phenomenal Chinese restaurant a few blocks away” he offered.

“Only if you are paying” you playfully smacked his arm.

“It’s a date then” he smirked and helped you to get up.

It was late November night, and the streets of New York were almost empty. You walked next to him chatting about stuff you two liked. You were surprised you two had so much in common. Even though you were extremely tired, the night went smoothly and the food was truly phenomenal. When you two finally decided to leave the restaurant you noticed that the snow was falling.

“It’s the first fall of snow this year” you smiled and he came a little closer to you. Slow music from the restaurant you just left was playing in the background.

“Before you go, may I steal one dance from you?” he asked.

“How could I refuse such an offer?” you smirked.

He placed one hand on your waist and with the other grabbed yours. You were slowly dancing around, pretending that the world did not exist. He watched your face and how it glistened as the snow fell on it. He let go of your waist and carefully tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” he asked shyly. Instead of saying anything, you leaned in. That was the beginning of it all.

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“Loving you Stephen is a prison and I was willing to buy my own chain” you whispered “I tried, I really did but I can’t handle this anymore” your eyes locked again with his. “This is a goodbye” you stated.

Deep down you wanted him to say that he’s sorry, that he’s going to change, that he needs you. You wanted to hear once again how much he loves you and how important you are but you knew that this is not going to happen. You grabbed your bag from the counter and left his apartment, walked into the lift and sighed deeply. Your world had just fallen apart but the one around you had to maintain peace. You put your sling ring on your fingers and drew a portal Sanctum Sanctorum where you were Master of the Mystic Arts and more importantly Sorceress Supreme.

MASTERLIST

WAG-In-Training - Jude Bellingham.

Summary: Reader is insecure about her capabilities of being a WAG and feeling like she doesn’t fit in, especially after seeing the others at the World Cup.

Warnings: Insecurities, body image issues, brief mentions of lack of eating,very angsty.

A/n: please comment and reblog if you’d like too, i love to hear your feedback <3

Y/f/n = your friends name

-

You were ushered quickly into the stadium after giving Jude a quick good luck kiss when he got off the team bus.

The girlfriends of the other England players were surrounding you, all taking pictures of the stadium and pitch, some ushering their kids in with them.

The initial noise put you on edge slightly, your fingers itching to play with something as the nerves grow inside you.

You play with the hem of the blue and white football shirt Jude had given you to wear, his number and surname printed proudly on the back.

“You should tie that up, it would look so cute” Lucia, Marcus’ fiancée, says to you sweetly as you bite your lip looking at all the people in their seats.

You look in her eyes before looking at all of the other WAGs, their shirts tied into crop tops either at the front or tucked in at the back in an invisible knot.

You look down at yours to see it draping down past your hips, the shirt slightly too big for you, Jude doing it purposefully as he knows that’s how you like to wear his jerseys.

He, of course, prefers it too when you wear them with just your underwear on, the material of his shirts near the middle of your thighs.

Yourself and Lucia had grown quite close, the cruise ship all of the WAGs and families were staying on had placed your rooms next to each other, meaning you spent a lot of time together.

“Yeah, maybe I should” you say, beginning to bunch the shirt up at the front.

“Here, let me” the short girl says as she softly gatherers the material and twists the back together tightly before tucking it under the looser material of the shirt leaving you in a DIY crop top.

“Can you still see his number?” You ask, your priority being to support your boyfriend rather than to look good.

“Yep! You look so hot” she claps her hands together as she looks at you, “picture?” She asks and you laugh before nodding and leaning into her.

She shows you the picture afterwards and you agree, you do look cute.

But no where near as good as the others in the back of the picture.

Their makeup flawless, their hair with not a single strand out of place, their nails done perfectly with fake tan on and not a single hint of patchiness.

You can’t help but sigh leading Lucia to furrow her eyebrows but luckily the security ushering the both of you to sit in your seats distracts her.

You take your seat and cross one leg over the other, your arm naturally crossing over your stomach to hide it.

You feel the skin of your arm touch the skin of your stomach and instantly grow worried.

You look down to see your skin slightly over the edge of the hem of your jeans.

You wince at your appearance before pulling at the folded hem of your shirt and flattening it out back to normal.

“You okay?” Saka’s girlfriend says as he places her hand on your arm from your other side.

You smile at her concern, her being the closest in age to you, you had also grown quite close.

You look at her makeup, hair and nails and immediately feel sad again.

What would Jude think when he looks up to see you next to all these beautiful girls?

You just didn’t think you could compare to them.

“Just cold” you nod at her, a tight lipped smile being forced on your face.

“It’s 30 degrees?” She laughs jokingly at you, her perfect smile never fading.

“Yeah” you laugh awkwardly, thankful when the players come out of the tunnel and the crowd for growing out anything the two girls could’ve said.

You look at Jude and take a few pictures, knowing he’d want to remember his first World Cup regardless of the result.

Being called up at 19 was very impressive, he deserves a better girl, a prettier one, you think.

From your phone screen you see him look up to you and you blow him a kiss.

He furrows his brows at you and you instantly know he can sense something is wrong.

You smile widely at him anyway, a poor attempt to convince him that nothing is wrong.

-

After only a few minutes, the ball is crossed into the box, the perfect place for your boyfriend to leap forewords and head it into the back of the net.

The crowd instantly erupts into cheers as you witness your boyfriend score his first international goal in the opening match of the World Cup for England.

You jump up from your seat and scream as loud as you can for your boyfriend, clapping and jumping for joy as you watch him open his arms out to the crowd.

The other WAGs around you cheer as well as take pictures of you celebrating your boyfriends goal, happy for you but also happy of the new addition to their group. You not having met Jude before the Euros.

Before Jude joins the rest of players in restarting the game, he looks up to where you’re sat and blows you a kiss.

You catch it and blow him one back making him pretend to catch it and put it on his heart.

The both of you laugh as the WAGs around you ‘aw’ at the two of you young lovers.

-

The game ends with a brilliant win for England but sadly you aren’t able to see Jude before he’s whisked away on the team bus and driven back to camp.

You sit on your bed in your room for the next month or so, your boss being a football fan so allowing the time off on the promise of a signed shirt from Jude.

A towel wrapped around your body and your hair while you rest on top of the blankets, cooling down.

You pick up your phone and see Jude’s post, liking it and commenting how proud you are of him.

Shortly after, you receive a text.

J 🤍 :

You looked so beautiful tonight, im so happy you came. That goal was for you.

You instantly started smiling and clicked on the notification.

No, that goal was for yourself. Breaking so many records, J. I’m so proud of you and I couldn’t love you anymore.

You type back, the message immediately being marked as ‘read’ and you smile knowing he was sat there waiting for you to reply.

It’s not long before another response comes through.

J 🤍:

I wish I was with you, I didn’t even get a goodbye kiss 🙄

You laugh at his use of emoji before replying.

You know, I would’ve loved to give you one more than anything baby. I’ll see you tomorrow after training, now get some sleep, I know you’re tired.

You swipe out of messages before you get his response so you know he will actually sleep.

After a short while of browsing instagram, you come across an article posted by ‘brfootball’ on your explore page.

You click on the link seeing a picture of you.

Your eyes widen when you see the title.

‘Does England’s Golden Boy deserve better?’

Your brows furrow seeing a picture of you from the match this evening, you taking a picture of Jude when he was on the pitch.

You scroll down to continue reading the article.

‘Y/n Y/l/n, the latest edition to the WAG squad, was seen at tonight’s match with her new beau’s shirt on. Unfortunately for the young lady, it’s clear she doesn’t belong. Her shirt falling below her waist to conceal the curves she may or may not have, the other WAGs however, looking stunning. Their stomachs on show as they clap for their partners, perfectly manicured nails decorating their hands. Yet another thing Miss y/l/n seems to diverge from. I’d like to say she’s a diamond in the rough but unfortunately I think it’s the other way round. This leaves us with the question of whether Jude Bellingham deserves better. Does he? Let us know via our email’

You feel tears sting at your waterline as you read the harsh words.

Quickly you shut off your phone and close your eyes, wishing desperately to fall asleep.

-

A few weeks later, and the first match back at Dortmund looms.

After that first match at the World Cup, you became more reluctant to go to matches, making excuses that you had to stay at your cruise ship suit to do some work your boss said was essential for you to do.

Jude became slightly suspicious but unfortunately, England was knocked out a few weeks later leading any questions to go unanswered.

“Babe please come to the first match of the season. I need you there” he says, his chin resting on your stomach.

“I’ll see, I’ll probably have work though” you reply, to which his brows furrow and his head lifts from his previous position.

“Take some time off?” He says nonchalantly.

“Jude I’ve already taken a month off to be with you in a whole other country” you reply, your tone still soft but anger bubbling.

“But you told me he still set work for you to do?” He says referring to his boss, you feel slightly caught out yet you don’t want to explain the real reason, fearing that he might realise he does deserve better.

“Well I was away from work, not there at the office where I should have been” you say, anger now in your voice, not at him but yourself.

Why did you have to lie in the first place? Why couldn’t you be as pretty as the others? Why did that article have to be written?

“I’m so sorry that coming to support me was such a chore for you” he says, his voice sarcastic as he pulls himself off your stomach and up on his face, his taller frame seeming slightly threatening as he stands over you, you still laying across the sofa.

“Jude, that’s not what I meant. I mean that I can’t just upend my whole life for you. I have an actual job that I’ve worked hard to get, I can’t constantly ask for time off. That’s not how a real job works, that’s not real life Jude.” You reply, sitting up so he’s less threatening.

“So I don’t do a real job” he says, his voice raising to a shout.

“Not a conventional one, no! You have an easy life, you get paid a ridiculous amount of money to turn up to training for two hours and then come back home. You earn what I earn in a year, in a week, Jude. A week!” You say, your voice at a shout now too.

You don’t know how your insecurities turned into this shouting match but you are damn sure you don’t mean any of the words you are saying. You know his life is hard, you suppose it’s just jealousy.

“Oh yeah my life is so easy. I love getting racially abused for playing for my country. I love getting death threats for putting the ball just slightly wide of the net. You’re right! It’s great!” His voice is filled with sarcasm and disgust as he shouts at you.

Both with the fact that’s a normal reaction for you, from anyone who raises their voice at you, but also for the fact you know he’s right, from the beginning he’s right, yet you just can’t bring yourself to rectify the situation and tell the truth.

“That’s not what I meant Jude, im sorry” you say, your voice softer now yet his still loud one makes you flinch.

“You’re so selfish sometimes. You know what, maybe I don’t need you at the match.” He shouts before storming off upstairs and slamming the bedroom door making you flinch again.

Your eyes don’t move from the floor and the house goes eerily quiet.

Not one of you making any hint of noise.

You always liked peace, yet in this tranquil silence your whole body felt shackled with unrest.

A tear rolled down your face, the cool diamond dancing down your heated skin, leaving a trail of discomfort as the salt solution dried down.

It was at that moment you decided you would be everything Jude needed, wanted even, and more.

-

After the fight, you went back to your house, the both of you still quite young and not ready to actually live together yet.

You hadn’t spoken other than Jude occasionally asking you whether you were okay.

One thing about that man is that no matter how mad he is at you, he will always make sure you are safe.

Today is match day and you can’t wait to show Jude everything you did for him.

You went and got your nails done, longer than you expected and now you are struggling to function but he doesn’t need to know that.

You got your hair done, and styled to make sure you look perfect.

You also got your makeup done because you thought if you are going all out, you might as well feel confident while doing so.

You put on your most expensive outfit and paired it with Jude’s Dortmund shirt, cropped, before you are out the door.

He doesn’t know you’re coming, he doesn’t even know what you’ve been up to the past two days, yet you have a feeling he’ll be thrilled with what you’ve planned.

You find your usual seat you used to sit at, before the article of course, and waited for the match to begin.

Sunglasses over your eyes the way you saw the other WAGs do during the World Cup.

Despite not feeling the part, you definitely looked the part. And about 5 years older than you are.

Jude noticed you first when he was in the line before the match, the mascot in front of him and the captains armband on his arm.

Your heart drops slightly, you’re the girlfriend of a Captain (or a future captain), you have to start putting maximum effort in now. No doubt about it.

He almost did a double take, not sure whether it was you or not, your usual smiling face replaced with a slight pout, mirroring the other WAGs.

You didn’t see from the distance of the two of you but he furrowed his brows, confusion taking over him.

None the less, he had to focus. The match was what was important.

A few minutes into the match, Jude scored.

The infamous yellow wall erupting into cheers as you stay sat down, clapping gently the same way you saw the other WAGs do. The high profile ones.

Jude looked over to you, about to blow a kiss like he usually does but then he sees you, sat down and looking unimpressed.

So different to how supportive and free you looked during the World Cup.

He missed that you, yet another had seemed to push its way to the front.

You weren’t his you anymore.

You met Jude at your car, having called his mum to ask if you could drive him this time.

She of course said yes, she loves you. So much.

“I’m sorry Jude” you say straight away as he walks towards you, hands in his pockets as he drags his feet towards you.

“You shouldn’t be sorry, i should” he says in response, instantly pulling you in for a hug, his arms enveloping you as his scent fills your senses.

“No. I’ve missed you, so much” you say, your nails scratching the base of his neck.

“Ouch!” He proclaims, jumping away from you slightly.

You pull your hands from behind his neck and look at your ridiculously long nails.

“Sorry” you apologise again.

“I thought you didn’t like acrylic nails?” He asks, your man always asked too many questions, and remembered too many little details about you.

However the latter never fails to warm your heart.

“I thought I’d give it a try” you say, covering your arse yet again.

“Okay” he says, his brows raising and it’s obvious he doesn’t believe you but he moves on.

“Let’s go home” he says as he gets in his side.

“Okay passenger princess. Yours or mine?” you tease him, knowing he hates when you call him that.

“Hey! You know I haven’t had time to learn to drive yet! I’m a busy man with my ‘easy job’ and mine” he quotes you making you both laugh.

-

After a short drive, you arrive back at his place, two of you looking at a takeaway menu, deciding on what to get to celebrate his win.

“I think I’ll just get a salad” you say, knowing that’s not what you truly want.

“What? Why? You aren’t going for your usual?” Jude asks, he knows how much you love your favourite dish and you rarely eat proper salads as the main meal.

“Just not that hungry” lies. You hadn’t eaten more than a banana in two days.

“Right, okay” Jude sighs, his tone soft but quiet as he looks over the menu.

Your phone starts ringing from its place on the counter making both you and Jude look at it.

“It’s y/f/n , I should take this” you say and Jude nods in approval before you walk into his room for some slightly privacy, with your best friend, you never know what you’re going to get.

“Do you want to tell me why you looked the way you did at tonight’s match?” She says when you pick up.

“Huh?” You say, confused and slightly shocked at how brash she is.

“Why the sunglasses? It’s winter.” She starts.

Fair point

“Why the makeup and hair and clothes? Don’t get me wrong, you looked hot but that isn’t you. I’ve never seen you look like that before” she asks, a normal person might take offence but you know she’s right. That wasn’t you.

“I don’t know. Just trying something new” you reply, shrugging your shoulders but your voice becomes slightly unstable.

“Y/n. Please, what’s going on?” Her voice grows quiet, the delicacy in her voice making a sob escape your mouth.

You’re not entirely sure where it comes from but the recognition that the WAG lifestyle doesn’t suit you, hurts. Despite knowing it deep down, you could never be a regular WAG.

“Oh baby” she sighs over the phone.

“I wish I was with you” she says when you don’t reply, you trying to hide any cries so Jude doesn’t hear.

“I just, I saw the WAGs at the World Cup. All so glamorous and perfect and they just look expensive and so pristine and put together and not a single thing out of place. So gracious and skinny. God, why are they all so skinny! I sat next to them and felt like an elephant, the ones sat behind me probably thought I was with how broad my shoulder are, I just- I just want to be that for Jude. I just can’t be though, and I’m scared he’s going to wake up and realise I can’t and then leave me for someone exactly like the others” you say, some words needing repeating because of your sobs.

“Y/n” you hear a deep voice from behind you.

“I’ve got to go” you say to your friend and immediately hang up, your shoulders going tense as you stay facing away from him.

You quickly wipe your tears away and face him.

The wall you built barely withstanding the water inside the dam and you meet his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jude says, his voice the softest you’ve ever heard, eyes glassy with slight tears in his own eyes.

And that’s all it takes, one crack in the concrete and the dam is broken.

Your tears flood out, enough to make Noah need to rebuild his ark.

His arms instantly envelope you, you fist at his shirt in desperation as you try to bury your head in his warm chest.

He holds onto you tighter, scared you might break as you stand in his arms the most fragile and raw you’ve ever been.

His heart breaks at your sobs, the sound of pure anguish coming from you as you sniff into his chest.

Jude swears he can feel his heart strings actually ache as you pull on them, each sob a new tug.

“Darling, I need you to breathe now” he says in a hushed but stern tone as your breathing becomes more erratic.

“Breathe in, one, two, three” he stops when you can’t follow his instructions anymore, a sob ruining your efforts.

“Good. Breathe in, one, two, three, four” again, a sob breaks it.

“Better. Breath in, one, two, three, four, five” and a sob.

“Perfect. Now hold your breath” he says as he takes your face in his large hands as he puffs his cheeks out and makes his eyes go cross eyed making you laugh, a sob breaking the giggles but the sound makes Jude smile none the less.

“Y/n you are so perfect. So, so perfect, down to the last hair on your head. Everything about you makes me happy to wake up in the morning, happy to wake up at three in the morning to make cookies with you when you can’t sleep, happy to run and get you your snacks late at night when you crave them, happy to hold your hand when he run up the stairs after turning the downstairs light off. Happy to be your man. Because that’s what I am no matter what, your man. There’s is no one better for me because you get me, to my core you get me. More than anyone I’ve ever met in my life and you probably understand me more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life.” He says making you tear up yet again but doesn’t let them fall far as with each one, he brushes it away gently with his thumb and places a kiss where it stopped.

“And you’re beauty. Oh my, I genuinely don’t know where to start. Your hair, it’s so perfect. Not just to me but to anyone who looks at it. Lucia told Marcus that she wants to know what products you use, actually. I’m sorry I forgot to ask you that but we’ll get to it later. Anyway, your makeup. To start, you don’t need it, but I know you like it and if you like it, I like it. You do it so perfectly. I’m in love with watching you do it. You seem so happy when you do and I fall in love with you every time you smile. And your smile! God it has me weak in the knees. Genuinely” he says making you smile and before you can stop him he’s dropped to the floor, limbs sprawled out as he clutches to his heart.

You laugh at him and all of a sudden he jumps back up to his feet and grabs your hand again.

“See!” He says, laughing himself now and slightly out of breath. “I love you more than I could ever love anyone. I don’t need anyone or anything in this world other than you” he says before cupping your cheeks once again and pulling you in for a kiss.

It tastes slightly salty given the amount of tears you cried this evening yet it’s still perfect.

As everything seems to be with Jude.

“Also I ordered your favourite. I think it would be a hate crime to eat a salad after the goal I scored today”

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I hope you guys like it!! This was all over the place and not planned at all. Please forgive me if it’s bad <3

”Many people don't know this, but at the time I was still suffering with vision problems from my crash in Silverstone.

So the track sometimes started to go really wavy for me, and during that race I was battling, of course, Lewis catching me but at the same time battling myself because I was struggling with my vision.

It was like riding a wave on a boat while going at 300km/h.

So I had to try and control my breathing in a different way to try and get rid of the problem- nothing else was working. For quite a number of laps, I was almost about to stop the car because I couldn't see properly.

It happened at tracks that were very bumby or had loads of advertising boards.

I never told anyone at that point as I had a Championship battle.”

Oh Maxy… ❤️ The fact he felt unwell a long time after Silverstone hurts my heart! Wonder if that was the reason in Jeddah. 💔

No but why can I see Checo and Leclerc! sister sending the overprotective brothers updates while they're on holidays or everyone sending pictures of Leclerc! Sister when she falls asleep in most random places.

Why do I feel so called out about the part where Leclerc!reader falls asleep at the most random places???

Since you’re the only female daughter of Pascale, your brothers tend to be overly protective of you, even when you got married to the point that they threatened Checo to send updates of you whenever you’re both on vacation or just together outside. So Sergio had no choice but to make a group chat of him together with your three brothers.

Your significant other and brothers kept this a secret from you as to not worry you or think that they don’t trust you. They do trust you, with their whole life, but they’re scared to lose you. After all, in their eyes you’re the princess, the lady Leclerc of the family aside from your mother, so they held great pride when it came to you.

It was summer break for both you and Checo so the two of you decided to getaway from the same place and go to Maldives. Your brothers didn’t know about this, but you had told your mother about it which she was okay with. When Charles was looking for you the next day, Pascale only shrugged saying she had no idea where you are. And that only left Charles to message the groupchat with Checo about your whereabouts.

When the notification popped up on Sergio’s phone, you were both having lunch in a bungalow. Checo looking at his phone, immediately saw Charles’ message, and when you weren’t looking, he snapped a photo of you sending it to the groupchat. When Charles received the photo, he nodded to himself before sending a “have fun” to Checo.

When three hours has passed, you decided to drag Checo and go scuba diving. While your significant other protested and thrashed, you were having none of it explaining to him that what was the purpose of having a vacation in Maldives if you weren’t going to scuba dive. Checo knowing that he won’t be able to argue anymore, let himself get dragged by you.

As he enjoyed himself getting pulled by you to the ocean, he took another candid photo of you, smiling to himself. He then sent it to the groupchat with the caption, “scuba diving” before leaving his phone at the given cupboard.

When Sergio saw you standing at the edge of the dock waiting for him, he smiled softly to himself as he admired you. He watched you as you basked in the warm, ethereal glow of the setting sun. The sun's gentle caress highlighting every contour of your face, casting long, romantic shadows. Your eyes sparkle, reflecting the hues of the sky, and your smile radiates pure happiness. In that fleeting moment, time seems to stand still, and Sergio was once again reminded of the beauty of love and nature coming together in perfect harmony.

When he was only an inch left away from you, he leaned down and captured your lips, pulling you into a soft and affectionate kiss. You were astounded by what he did, but you didn’t protest instead you pulled him closer wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling him with you to the ocean.

You both fell in the cold waters, and when you both got up to the surface, your husband was looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. You let out a gentle laugh as you swam closer to him, fixing his soaked hair and putting it to the side before pulling home into a kiss again, this time no more joking.

When he pulled away, he gave a cheeky grin then splashed your face with water. And let’s just stay instead of actually doing the itinerary, you and Checo instead just swam around the ocean, enjoying each other’s presence.

When the sun has set and the moon shone brightly on the dark sky, Checo decided that it was time for both of you to get out and have dinner. Hearing your stomach grumble, you followed him out the water, grabbing yourself and drying yourself up.

Checo noticing your shivers, covered you with his own towel before wrapping his arms around your shoulder, warming you up. You leaned yourself on him as he guided you to the bungalow.

When he saw you comfortably on the chair, he went up and grabbed dinner for the both of you. But when he sat down and arrived on your table, he was starstrucked at how you managed to fall asleep with your posture still fixed.

Holding back his chuckle, he took another photo and sent it to the group chat, this time the one with Pascale. Almost all of them immediately sent a reply, laughing and talking about how you’re always sleeping anywhere any time possible.

Checo knowing how tired you must be, tapped you softly on the shoulder and asked if you wanted to go rest instead of having dinner. You groggily shook your head, grabbing your utensils as you let out a gentle yawn making Sergio smile.

As you both finished eating, your husband took both your plates and placed it in their respective places before returning to you and helping you up. He guided you so that you were standing behind him before he crouched down and helped you get on his back while you half-sleepily wrapped your arms around him.

Carrying you in a piggyback ride, he slowly walked to your shared hut, humming quietly as he smiled to himself while thinking of those wholesome moment with you. It never ceases to amaze him how you have the ability to fall asleep anywhere, anytime as long as you’re exhausted. It doesn’t matter how uncomfortable it would feel after or what body part of you will ache, you will still fall asleep anyway.

When he arrived at your room, he gently placed you in the middle of the bed before disappearing into the bathroom and appearing again with a wet face towel. He went to your side and cleaned you up, removing your swimwear and replacing it with his own clean shirt. Finishing up with you, he covered your lower extremities with the thin blanket provided before taking one last photo of you then sending it to the groupchat and saying good night to your brothers as well as he cleaned himself too.

*fast forward after break*

As mentioned, it has been a weird habit of yours to fall asleep anytime and anywhere. And it’s no secret to your significant other, family members, and even co-drivers on how you are able to do that. In fact, even your fans know about that peculiar habit of yours and they adored you more ever since.

Since you were driving for Ferrari, you are team mates with your brother and let’s say the both of you are quite unstoppable when working together. But today, it seemed like none was going to your plans as two red flags have already occured and it’s just the second free practice.

The first red flag occured when Hulkenburg crashed into the barriers because of a break issue and that caused around 20 minutes of the first free practice to be wasted. What you did, however, was you asked your engineer to play soft classical music before dozing off in your car as you waited for the session to continue. When the cameras showed a display of you, everyone watching chuckled and shook their heads, clearly aware of your silly antics.

Now for the second time around, the red flag happened because even thought it was just the second free practice, everyone decided to play bumpy cars and crashed into one another, and by everyone you meant George, Max, and Lando.

But now instead of staying in your car, you went out of your car, and you sat beside your race engineer, deciding to talk about the upgrades brought into the car before you left and went to the Red Bull garage, specifically your husband’s garage.

On the way you greeted, Hugh Bird, Checo’s engineer and asking him where your significant other was. Hugh only shrugged, mentioning the last time he saw your husband was on his way to relieve himself. And upon deciding that you’ll wait for him, you sat at the little corner of his garage’s side.

Holding your knees to your chest, you leaned your forehead on top of your knees before even realising that you were falling into slumber. You only woke up from your power nap when you felt someone sit beside you. Looking up, you saw your husband, a wide cheeky grin plastered on his face before he kissed your cheeks.

“Nice nap, amor? No stiff necks?” He asked teasingly.

Scoffing, you nudged him softly and you rolled your eyes which made him laugh. And when he was done with his laughing fit, you leaned your head on his shoulder. Checo realising what you were doing, he guided your head on his shoulder before kissing the crown of your head.

“You can nap more, comfortably this time. I’ll wake you up when the session is green flagged.”

Yawning to his statement, you gently nodded your head to at least let him know you understood. He once more planted a kiss on your head before he took your hands in his and caressed it gently.

The next time you woke up, Checo was poking your legs and opening your eyes, you were greeted by the cameras of F1 medias and your brother, Charles.

Squinting as the flash hits your eyes, you looked at Checo who only gave you a sheepish grin as he stood up and helped you up too.

“Recharged again, mi cielo?” He asked softly and you nodded, stretching your body as you fixed your race suit.

Charles impatiently waiting for you, said good bye to your husband and grabbed your hands, dragging you outside your team’s rival garage and bringing you to your home turf.

Laughing to his childish behaviour, your laugh only disappeared when you saw the screen replay the video of you and Checo in the corner. Now it was Charles’ turn to laugh at your reaction, not until you punched him on the arm gently.

When your race engineers said that the session was resumed, you got ready and went into race mode.

MY GOD THIS TOOK FOREVER 😭

Random Halo idea;

Imagine you’re trying to get away from some creeps on the street and run up to one unsuspecting seven foot tall man, latch onto his arm and whisper beg him to pretend to be your boyfriend. He agrees, albeit confused and a bit worried but quickly identifies why you are so scared. His arm drapes around your waist as he walks you back to the compound where a Spartan in white armor approaches the two of you, leaving you confused-… at least, until she speaks.

“Master chief, sir.”

And all the sudden you’re paralyzed with more than just fear of the people that had been chasing you, but at the mortification of you practically begging the Master Chief to pretend to be your boyfriend, his arm around you feeling like fire as your face turns red.