How To Find Your Favourite Driver

My Heart Can’t Handle It - Max Verstappen (1)

.SUMMARY: .Max surprises his girlfriend with a private race track day, letting her drive the Aston Martin Valkyrie. (1.5k words)

Max Verstappen x she!reader

MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: just fluff,

You’d always loved cars—luxury cars, sports cars, really any car—but the Valkyrie had always been special. It was a masterpiece of engineering, an unattainable dream that you never really thought you'd get behind the wheel of.

It had been weeks since you’d first mentioned it—just a quiet wish as you both walked past the garage, your eyes drifting over to the sleek Aston Martin Valkyrie parked under the soft light. You had made a passing comment, joking that maybe one day you’d get the chance to drive it. Max had raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips, but the conversation quickly moved on. Yet, you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at it more often, admiring its sleek lines and the unmistakable hum of power it seemed to radiate.

Max, however, had clearly taken note.

One morning, Max walked into the kitchen, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “We’re doing something special today,” he said with a grin.

You looked up from your coffee, curious. “What do you mean? Something special?”

Max leaned against the counter, his hands stuffed into his pockets, clearly trying to hide his excitement. “You’ll see,” he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Get ready. I’ve got a surprise.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A surprise? What is it?”

Max chuckled softly, his grin widening. “No hints. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand and led you outside to the car. You saw him open the door to a sleek black SUV, and without much explanation, you were both on your way.

You watched the familiar scenery pass by as Max kept glancing at you, looking almost too nervous. He was trying to hide it, but you could see the way his fingers fidgeted with the wheel and the way his lips pressed together in concentration. His usual confidence was a little off, and it made you smile.

You weren’t sure what was happening, but you trusted him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you arrived at your destination: a private race track. Max parked the car with an easy grace, but as soon as the engine shut off, he turned to you with a soft look in his eyes.

“This,” he began, “is for you.”

You blinked. “For me?”

Max nodded, opening the door and stepping out. You followed him, confused but intrigued. “Remember how you always talk about wanting to drive the Valkyrie? Well, today is your day.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait... you mean...”

He smiled and gestured toward the center of the track. There, parked in the sunlight, was the Aston Martin Valkyrie. The gleaming, powerful car that you had only ever dreamed of driving. You froze, your heart racing at the sight of it.

Max stepped closer, clearly amused by your reaction. “I know you’ve always wanted to drive it. So I rented the track just for us—no interruptions, no distractions. Just you, me, and the Valkyrie.”

You felt a lump form in your throat. “You... rented the whole track? For me?”

He nodded, his face softening with affection. “For you. I wanted this to be special.”

You looked over at the Valkyrie, then back at him. “Max... this is incredible. But... why? Why go through all this trouble?”

Max took a deep breath, his usual cool demeanor replaced with something more vulnerable. “I just wanted to make sure you got to do something that’s been on your mind for a while. And... well, I wanted to share this with you. But, please... take it slow. It’s a powerful car, and I know how much you love driving, but it scares me sometimes when you go too fast.”

Your heart melted at his words. You knew how protective he was, but hearing him say it so openly made your chest tighten. You walked over to him, gently taking his hand in yours.

“I’ll be careful, Max,” you said softly. “But this means the world to me.”

Max squeezed your hand, his gaze filled with warmth. “I trust you. Just... don’t make me worry too much. I don’t think my heart can handle it.”

You chuckled, giving him a reassuring smile. “I promise, I’ll take it easy.”

Max smiled back, though you could still see the nerves flickering in his eyes. He wasn’t letting go of his protective side any time soon.

You walked toward the car, feeling the excitement surge through your veins. You’d always known the Valkyrie was a car of dreams, but now, with Max’s thoughtful surprise, it was all coming true.

Once inside the car, you adjusted yourself in the driver’s seat, the leather feeling luxurious against your skin. You could hear Max’s voice from the passenger seat, giving you instructions, reminding you to take it slow.

The engine roared to life under your hands as you gently pushed the accelerator, the car responding with ease. You followed Max’s directions, the track stretching out before you as the wind whipped through the open windows. It was an incredible experience—the car was a beast, but in the most controlled, exhilarating way.

You noticed Max’s hand gripping the seat beside him, his jaw tight with concentration. His eyes never left the road, but there was a hint of concern that didn’t quite go away.

You decided to take it easy, but you could tell from the way he was reacting that he was holding his breath with every turn you took.

You pulled the car to a stop and turned to Max, grinning at the way he slumped back in his seat, visibly relieved.

“Well?” you asked playfully. “Survive that?”

Max opened one eye, looking at you with an exaggerated glare. “Barely. How is it possible that you scare me more than racing at 300 kilometers per hour?”

You rolled your eyes, unbuckling your seatbelt. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, leaning over to catch your hand in his, “I have good reason to be. You’re the most important thing in my life, and you insist on giving me gray hairs before I’m even 30.”

Your heart softened at his words, though you couldn’t resist teasing him. “Most important thing, huh? More than your trophies?”

“Way more,” Max said without hesitation, his expression turning earnest as he lifted your hand to his lips. “I’d trade every single one just to keep you safe.”

The playful retort on your tongue disappeared, replaced by a warmth that spread through your chest. You leaned in, your forehead resting against his. “I love you,” you murmured softly, letting the weight of the words hang between you.

He smiled, his voice equally quiet. “I love you too. Which is why I’m driving next time.”

You laughed, pulling back to swat his shoulder. “Fine. But I think we both know who the better driver is.”

Max smirked, leaning in to kiss you again. “We’ll see about that. Just... take it easy on me next time, okay?”

“Deal,” you said with a grin, your fingers tangling with his as he brought your hand back to his chest.

It’s only been a handful of months since Esteban had to post this (and from my memory, his team did absolutely nothing to back him either when it got to this point). This sport claims a zero tolerance policy for harassing behavior on social media and then just totally leaves its drivers out on their own when it happens. It’s shameful.

The Singapore Grand Prix of 2024

Higlights

1. Almost... Almost.

Norris almost became one of the drivers to achieve the Grand Slam feat had it not been for Ricciardo taking the fastest lap from him.

2. He Pulled A Ric

Colapinto divebombs Albon, sending Albon wide in Lap 1.

3. Albon And Magnussen Retires During Race

Magnussen's comeback race was ended early due to a puncture in his car, retiring 2 laps before the conclusion of the Grand Prix. Albon also retired earlier in the race due to overheating problems.

4. No Safety Car!?

This track is notorious for featuring at least 1 safety car per race but this year the first not to feature one!

5. A Back-To-Back Papaya Win

Verstappen is sandwiched between the two McLarens as he takes P2 with Piastri in P3 and Norris in P1.

6. In 33, There’s 3

In what may be Ricciardo's last race, we see him giving it his best until the very end, even earning DOTD, and taking the fastest lap from Norris. Ricciardo's fastest lap guaranteed that so long as Verstappen finishes P2 behind Norris in every remaining race, he could still win the WDC.

Race Recap

Lights Out!

Verstappen launches into T1 but Norris keeps the lead.

There are chaos behind as a few cars run wide on Lap 1.

Russell pushes Piastri wide causing the McLaren to lose momentum, opening a window for Hulkenberg to overtake the Aussie. Alonso and Sainz try avoiding Piastri, causing both Spaniards to run wide.

Albon is on radio upset about Colapinto divebombing him, sending Albon wide, yikes!

Piastri gets past Hülkenberg by T8.

Pérez takes P11 from Sainz as Albon takes P15 from Ricciardo.

Pérez also manages to overtake Tsunoda and takes P10.

DRS Train

A DRS train follows Hülkenberg who's in P6 all the way to Ricciardo in P16 on Lap 6.

Early Pit For Ricciardo

Ricciardo pits in Lap 11, dropping from P16 to P20.

Future Teammates

Albon pits on Lap 12 from 17th position and comes back in ninteenth.

Sainz pits next in Lap 14, he drops to P18, just ahead of Albon.

First DNF Tonight

Albon retires due to overheating problems.

What’s Going On Back There?

Sainz overtakes Bottas into T10 of Lap 17.

Lots Of Stuff In Lap 18

Hamilton boxes Lap 18, Russell is now in P3. Hamilton comes out behind Magnussen who's in P12.

Leclerc, still behind Alonso, is currently in P7.

Pérez is on the radio complimenting Colapinto by saying 'he's (COL) good, difficult to pass'.

Sainz overtakes Zhou in T7 of Lap 20. At the front, Norris still leads.

Overtakes, Incoming!

Sainz overtakes Stroll in Lap 22's T7.

Hamilton overtakes Ocon in the same place.

Leclerc is finally released from Alonso into Lap 25's T16.

Hamilton makes a move on Tsunoda, earning the last scoring place. Tsunoda fights back, regains P10 by T18.

Sainz overtakes Magnussen on Lap 26, T7.

Alonso boxes lap 27, coming back ahead of his teammate who's in P15.

Hamilton overtakes Tsunoda once more.

Stroll pits on Lap 28 and enters the race, way at the back in P19.

Lap 29

Leclerc overtakes Hülkenberg.

Pérez pits and gets back into the race in fourteenth position.

In The 30s

Magnussen and Verstappen enters the pits in Lap 30.

Verstappen comes back behind Leclerc, the Ferrari in P3.

Sainz makes a move on Ocon and takes 10th position.

Hülkenberg and Colapinto also pits. From P6 and P8, they return to P10 and P11, but Gasly overtakes both. Behind them, Pérez also manages to overtake Colapinto. Pérez is now P10.

Norris finally enters the pitlane in Lap 31, and comes back still in the lead, Piastri behind him.

Verstappen makes a move on Leclerc and earns P3 in Lap 31.

Leclerc makes a stop in Lap 37 and once again gets behind Alonso.

Gasly and Piastri are next to box in Lap 39, Verstappen and the Mercs get through.

DRS For #81

Piastri gets DRS and passes Hamilton on Lap 40's T8, taking 4th position.

Near The Chequered Flag

Leclerc and Sainz switch positions after their team asked Sainz to get behind his teammate in Lap 42.

Piastri finally takes P3 from Russell in Lap 46.

Norris clips the wall in Lap 48.

Ricciardo makes a 2nd pitstop and comes back in P19.

12 Laps To Go

Leclerc overtakes Hamilton on Lap 50, finally in P5.

Meanwhile, Magnussen reports a puncture. He enters the pitlane and rejoins the race. He sets a fast lap.

Norris finally laps Colapinto who's in P11 in Lap 58.

Magnussen retires at Lap 60.

Ricciardo makes a final stop for soft tyres, trying to achieve the fastest lap with only two laps left.

With a 20.9s gap from Verstappen, Lando Norris wins the Singapore Grand Prix of 2024 from pole position, completely dominating the race!

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His Girl

Part 2

Summary: Lando loves his rich, girl boss, girl. Though he doesn't really know what she really does underneath. Until he does.

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In which Lando finds out his girlfriend is not who she said she was.

Side note: I'm using names for reader, and spelling and grammar errors. This is fake, nothing is real. So don't send shit massages to me.

Warnings: Blood. Dead body. Guns.

Part One

Masterlist

2022

It had been two years since Bonnie and Lando met and started dating. In those two years, they had been so in love. Never felling like this with anyone else. Lando's family was so happy for them both seeing their love.

Lando had never questioned where she got her money as Bonnie had told him that her father was wealthy and left her with everything and the company.

He did question her about the bodyguards following her all the time, But Bonnie had just said that it had been like that since she was born as he father was a wealthy man.

He was in aww when he had first saw her two-story London home. It was set on an acreage and was huge. He had jockeying asked if she was in the mafia, what he didn't see was the color to drain from her face and her guards throw each other looks.

The first time Lando had ever been almost close to figuring it out was by accident. Something Bonnie had made saw never happened again. Because if she was ever going to protect anything in the world it would be Lando and their relationship.

It was an early morning in London. The sun not even rising yet. Lando had been staying with Bonnie for a bit in her home as they talked about buying an apartment or house together last night.

Bonnie was relucent, but she agreed it was the next step in their relationship. But she would be keeping her estate in London for business and travel.

Lando was so ecstatic for their move together. And they had celebrating, by having sex. Never a dull moment with Lando.

Bonnie woke as someone entermeted her room and shook her lightly. Lando's arm was around her waist and the other was under her head.

"Miss. Salvatore." A light voice whispered to her. Bonnie new that voice and the only person to ever wake her up would be her maid.

"Mary?" Bonnie asked confused as she sat up quickly, not to disturb Lando.

Her maid's face greeted her. "Someone's here to see you." She spoke her voice shaking lightly.

"Who? At this time?" She whispered to her maid as she carefully got out of bed and grabbed her robe from the floor. Lando rolled over to the other side quickly falling asleep.

"Mr. Lopez is here." Mary whispered terrified.

Bonnie froze from getting her slippers on and looked at Mary wide eye. Mr. Lopez was a rival mafia gang that had always had it out for her father and his operation. While her father dealed guns and money, Mr. Lopez dealed drugs. Something her father stayed away from.

"Get the men and stay here in case Lando wakes up." Bonnie order her maid as she bent down and lifted the rug from under bed and pulled her daggers from out of the floorboards.

Bonnie walked down the hall with her guards all around her. When she got to the grand staircase, she saw her other maids and she guested he was in the parlor room.

"Making yourself at home." Bonnie called as she walked in the room and saw him sitting on one of the black couches.

Mr. Lopez chuckled. "Why how are this fine morning, Bonnie." He smiled at her. But in a cruel way.

"It's Miss Salvatore to you." She snaped and crossed her arms and took a seat in front of him. Mr.' Lopez's back was facing the back where Bonnie's guards were. Ready to kill if needed. "What do you want that couldn't wait till the sunrise was up?" She asked annoyed.

A maid walked in the room with tea for Bonnie. She thanked her and faced the man. He raised his eyebrows. "No offerings for your guest?" He asked leaning back in the leather couch.

Bonnie shot him an annoyed look. "No." She bluntly told him as she added her sugar cubes to her tea. "Now get to it." She ordered.

"Your father dealed in guns and money but now that he's gone, don't think it's time you expanded." Mr. Lopex started as Bonnie listened closely.

"What are you proposing?"

"Drugs." He simply said. "You would be making more money than you do now." He smiled thinking money would get her to agree.

"No." She simply spoke as she crossed her legs.

Mr. Lopez frowned. "You didn't even think about it."

Bonnie shook her head. "I have. My father didn't like drugs and I don't like drugs." She told him. "If that's all you wanted to talk about, you can go now." She told him and leaned back in her seat with her cup of tea.

Mr. Lopez frowned at her and then smirked, "You don't want me to hurt Mr. Norris up in your bedroom, do you?" He taunted her.

Bonnie tensed. The maids and guards that were in the room tensed as well. They had seen firsthand how much Bonnie loved Lando. They knew what she would do to keep him safe.

"Are you threating me?" Bonnie asked as she put her tea down and narrowed her eyes at him.

"No, I'm threating your boyfriend." He smirked. "I want you to do drugs and split all your proferts with me."

"Or what?"

"Mr. Norris gets a rude awaking." Mr. Lopez smirked thinking he won. He leaned back in his seat as he watches Bonnie's face go from fear to blank.

"Do you know what my father always taught me, Mr. Lopez?" She asked as she stood up from her seat and out of the way. She moved to the fireplace martlet where photos of her and her father were sat.

"What?" He asked confused.

Bonnie smiled at a photo of her and her father. It was her sixth birthday. She turned to Mr. Lopez and smirked as her loyal guard got his silencer gun out of his jacked.

"He told me that you never enter a house without protection or backup. And you especially never threaten their family. And you Josphe Hunt Lopez have just made that mistake." She smirked and watched as he quickly shot up and turn around and a bullet was lodge in his head.

He fell back and dropped on her marble floors. Blood quickly falling out near his head. Bonnie looked at his dead body. "Never threaten someone's loved ones."

The maids quickly got to cleaning just as Marry come around the corner with a look in her eyes.

"Love?" Lando called. bonnie eyes widened and she skipped out of the parlor door and closed them behind her as Lando came down the staircase. His eyes lit up when he saw her. "There you are." He smiled.

Bonnie hugged him back when he hugged her. His head rested in her neck as he hummed. "What are you doing up?" She asked him and ran her hand through his hair.

"What are you doing up." He shot back teasingly. She shot him a grin and shook her head with a laugh.

"Business call." She answered with a smile. Trying to not sound nervous. Lando just hummed and Bonnie took him by the hand and started walking up the stairs. "Why don't we get back bed and try to get more sleep?" She suggested.

Lando hummed with a smile. "Yeah. I just saw you weren't up and wondered where you were." He spoke and shot her a small smile one she sent back.

"Sorry. Duty calls." She laughed lightly. When Lando's back was turned she shot a look at a maid, and she nodded before walking back into the parlor, to help clean the mess up.

Bonnie and Lando both walked back to their room as the maids and bodyguards cleaned up Mr. Lopez. It was something Bonnie didn't want to ever happen again in her home.

Maybe moving was good. Many people from her world didn't know where she lived but the rest that new where people that she trusted now. Her and her people getting rid of the people she didn't trust.

She wouldn't let anything happen to Lando. She wouldn't forgive herself.

Bonnie smiled at Lando as they both got back under the covers. Lando resting his head on her chest. "I love you." Lando told Bonnie as he was falling asleep by Bonnie's fingers running threw his hair.

Bonnie smiled and kissed the top of his head. "I love you, Lan." She whispered back. She felt Lando place a soft kiss on her chest and Bonnie listened to his breathing as he put back to sleep.

Bonnie would do anything for him. he was the best thing that ever happen to her. She hadn't loved much in her short life. But now that she had felt it, looked at it. She was never letting it go or letting anyone destroy what she had found.

Her parents were the only love she had ever seen growing up. Her father had loved her mother so much and it killed him when she died but he didn't turn out horrible like most dads, no he loved her so much. Did everything he could for her.

Her father always said that he didn't regret loving her mother, because he got to know what love was. And he wouldn't change that for that world. She wanted that. A love that will hurt you when it's over. Because then you know it was real.

"I would do anything for you." She whispered down to Lando who was asleep. She placed a light kiss to his cheek. "Nothing is ever going to happen to you on my watch. I'll make sure of it." She promises herself and asleep Lando.

Making promise you can't keep was always going to end badly. There was no dyeing that.

Part 1

Masterlist

Hope you liked it. Hopefully the next part won't be long.

Lando 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🎉🎉🍾🍾🍾🍾

Oscar like: 🤨🤨🤨~🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️~😒😒😒

“No, no, no! 𝕷𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔, I can’t let u do that”

"You're not breaking this one!"🏆

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!!!

-XoXo

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."

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.

the C in Carlos stands for Confused

♡ Where's My Chocolate?! | LN4

Summary: Where Lando has a massive chocolate addiction but his trainer put a ban on it. How's a man supposed to live without his Kinder Joys? or his Kinder Maxis? or his Kinder Eggs? or his-

LANDO NORRIS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Lando was practically vibrating with excitement as he unlocked the door to his flat. It was the off-season, the glorious time when he could finally eat what he wanted without Jon breathing down his neck about "his unhealthy eating habits" and "lack of diet discipline." The crown jewel of his freedom? The stash of Kinder chocolates meticulously hoarded over the year.

He burst into the kitchen, opened his sacred candy drawer, and froze. The drawer was half-empty. Half-empty.

Lando stared in disbelief, his hands gripping the edge of the counter like he was about to faint. He began rifling through the contents, counting and recounting the chocolates as though they’d magically multiply.

"Babe!" he yelled, his voice cracking. "Where’s my chocolate?"

Y/n strolled into the kitchen, holding a cup of tea, completely unfazed by the brewing storm. "Hi to you too, Lando."

He spun around, clutching a Kinder Maxi like a lifeline. "Don’t ‘hi’ me. My stash is gone. Did you—" He gasped dramatically. "Did you eat it?"

She blinked at him. "What? No!"

"Then who? The Easter Bunny?" he shrieked. "It was full last week!"

Sipping her tea, she said casually, "Oh, Jon called."

Lando’s face went pale. "Jon? My trainer, Jon?"

"Yep," she said, setting her mug down. "He told me to keep an eye on your candy consumption. Said something about ‘self-control’ and ‘preventing cavities.’ Apparently, you have a chocolate limit now."

Lando stared at her like she’d just betrayed him in the worst way possible. "You’re lying."

She shrugged. "Suit yourself."

"No," he said, his voice rising to a dramatic wail. "You can’t do this to me! I’ve been waiting all year for this! This is my moment!"

"Your moment?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Lando, it’s just chocolate."

"It’s not just chocolate! It’s freedom! It’s happiness!" He dropped to his knees, clutching a Kinder Egg like it was a dying bird. "This is cruel and unusual punishment!"

"Alright, Shakespeare," she said, stepping over him to close the drawer. "Get up. You’re not a toddler."

But Lando’s resolve was already solidifying. He wouldn’t be defeated so easily.

That night, Y/n woke to the sound of faint rustling. Bleary-eyed, she reached over for Lando, only to find his side of the bed empty. Squinting in the dim light, she followed the noise to the kitchen.

There he was, crouched in front of the candy drawer like some sort of gremlin, surrounded by half-opened drawers and cabinets. He was whispering to himself, "Where is it? Where did she put it?"

"Lando," she said, crossing her arms.

He froze, slowly turning his head to look at her. His eyes were wide and wild, his hair sticking up in all directions. "Oh. Hey. Fancy seeing you here."

She pointed at the mess around him. "What are you doing?"

"Uh, night yoga?"

"Yoga," she repeated flatly.

"Yeah, it’s great for flexibility," he said, attempting a stretch that ended with him knocking over a jar of flour.

"Get back to bed, Lando," she said, grabbing him by the arm.

The next day, Lando devised Plan B. He called Oscar.

"Mate, you have to help me," Lando whispered into the phone like a spy in enemy territory.

"What now?" Oscar asked, already regretting picking up.

"She’s hidden my chocolates. All of them. I’m dying here."

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

"Smuggle some Kinder Eggs to me. Discreetly."

Oscar sighed. "Absolutely not. She’ll kill me."

"Oscar, please! I’m losing my mind, mate!"

"And I’d like to live, thanks."

Lando groaned, hanging up dramatically.

The coup de grâce happened at Max and Kelly’s house. They had invited them both over for lunch, and for a brief moment, everything was going fine. That is, until Penelope came running into the room, tears streaming down her face.

"Uncle Lala stole my chocolates!" she wailed.

All heads turned to the pantry, where Lando was caught red-handed, stuffing his face with what was unmistakably Penelope’s stash. His cheeks bulged like a hamster’s, and he froze mid-bite when he saw everyone staring.

"Lando," Max said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That’s for my kid."

"I’m...uh...testing for poison?" Lando offered, his words muffled by chocolate. He was already edging toward the door, trying to shield his loot from view.

"Seriously?" Y/n said, marching over, her voice a mix of frustration and disbelief. "You’re stealing from a child?"

Lando clutched the Kinder Joys tighter, his eyes darting around the room like he was calculating an escape route. "You don’t get it! These chocolates—" he paused, clutching the candy dramatically to his chest, "—are essential. I need them more than Penelope does."

She threw her hands up in exasperation. "You’re a grown man, Lando! Have some self-control for once."

"Uncle Lala should go to jail for stealing my chocolates!" Penelope said with all the righteous fury of a five-year-old, pointing an accusing finger at Lando.

"If loving chocolate is a crime, then lock me up!" he declared, crouching lower and hissing dramatically at anyone who dared approach him.

"Oh my god," Max groaned, rubbing his temples. "I can’t believe I’m witnessing this."

Kelly crossed her arms, glaring at Lando. "You’re eating a five-year-old’s Christmas stash, Lando. Have you no shame?"

Penelope, who had been standing quietly until now, stomped her tiny foot. "Uncle Lala, give it back! Mommy says stealing is bad!"

Lando froze, looking genuinely wounded. "I’m not stealing," he said earnestly. "I’m redistributing the wealth." He paused, then added with a whisper, "For the greater good."

Max raised an eyebrow. "You’ve lost your mind. Put the chocolates down."

"Never!" Lando shouted, clutching the stash tighter and attempting to back into the pantry.

"Uncle Lala!" Penelope shrieked, rushing forward to tug on his arm. "You’re a meanie!"

"Lando," Kelly said, exasperated, "Give P her chocolates back please"

"I can’t!" Lando wailed dramatically, holding up an empty wrapper like it was his salvation. "I’ve been oppressed for weeks. Weeks! Do you know what it’s like to have Jon ruin your life?"

"I’m going to call Jon," she threatened, pulling out her phone.

"No! Not Jon!" Lando cried, dropping to his knees and scrambling to hide behind Max. "Anything but that! Please, I’ll do anything! I’ll eat kale. I’ll run an extra five miles tomorrow. Just don’t call Jon!"

Max stared down at him, torn between amusement and second-hand embarrassment. "Lando, mate, I think you’ve hit rock bottom."

Lando peeked out from behind Max’s legs, his chocolate-smeared face a picture of desperation. "This isn’t rock bottom. Rock bottom is no chocolate at all."

Penelope crossed her arms, looking unimpressed. "Uncle Lala, you’re being very silly."

"You’re right," Kelly said, scooping up Penelope. "Lando, apologize to my daughter and step away from the pantry."

He clutched one last Kinder Joy, giving it a sorrowful look. "I’m sorry, P. But you’ll understand one day. Love makes you do crazy things." He kissed the chocolate dramatically before surrendering it to Kelly.

The lowest point came a few nights later when she woke to Lando’s sleep-talking.

"Kinder Maxi...so creamy...so sweet..." he mumbled, drooling onto his pillow.

She stared at him, half amused, half exasperated.

By Christmas, she couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of Lando moping around the house like a sad puppy had broken her resolve. So, on Christmas morning, she led him to the kitchen, where a decadent chocolate cake sat waiting on the counter, accompanied by a wicker basket brimming with his favorite chocolates—Kinder Maxis, Kinder Eggs, and everything else she could get her hands on.

Lando froze in the doorway, his eyes wide as they darted from her to the cake. "What’s this?" he asked, his voice tinged with awe.

"Merry Christmas," she said, her smile soft but brimming with excitement. "It’s all for you."

His gaze flickered between her and the cake, his expression shifting from disbelief to pure, unfiltered joy. "You… you did this? For me?"

She nodded, and his lips parted slightly, his eyes shimmering as if he might actually cry. "You’re the best girlfriend ever," he choked out before pulling her into a bone-crushing hug, his arms wrapping around her as he swiped some of the chocolate frosting.

She laughed against his shoulder, the warmth of his embrace making her cheeks flush. "Do you love me more than chocolate now?" she teased, her voice light and playful.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his face alight with a cheeky grin. "That’s debatable," he said, dragging the words out as if he were seriously contemplating it.

Her eyes narrowed in mock offense as she gasped and pretended to reach for the cake. "Fine, I’ll just eat this myself—"

"No!" he yelped, grabbing her waist before she could step away. With a quick, smooth motion, he spun her around, his laughter filling the kitchen. "Okay, okay! I love you more."

She tilted her head, her lips quirking upward. "Prove it," she challenged, her voice daring but soft.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause. Lando’s grin faded, replaced by an expression so earnest it made her heart skip a beat. He stepped closer, his hands sliding up from her waist to cradle her face gently. His thumbs brushed against her cheekbones as he leaned in, his gaze locking with hers.

When his lips finally met hers, it was like warmth spreading through her veins. The kiss started tender, his lips soft and lingering as if he were savoring the moment. But then he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and the tenderness gave way to something more fervent. His hands moved to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together until there was no space left between them.

Her hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweatshirt as she melted into him. She could feel his heart beating rapidly under her palm, matching the rhythm of her own. The faint taste of chocolate lingered on his lips, making the kiss feel all the more intoxicating.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to steady themselves. Her cheeks were flushed, and Lando’s eyes sparkled with a mix of giddiness and something deeper.

"Alright, you win," she said, laughing softly as she looked up at him. Her voice was teasing, but her eyes held a warmth that mirrored his own.

Lando grinned, his dimples making an appearance as he leaned in to peck her lips again, quick and sweet. "How did you get Jon to agree to this?" he asked, his voice still slightly breathless as he glanced toward the cake.

She smirked, stepping back to grab a fork from the counter. "What Jon doesn’t know won’t hurt him."

His laughter was loud and unrestrained, echoing through the kitchen. "You rebel. I love it."

She handed him the fork, watching as he eagerly sliced into the cake. "Keep up with your training," she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter, "and I might sneak you some chocolates now and then."

"Deal," he said, shoving a forkful of cake into his mouth with a contented hum. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste before looking at her with a wide, chocolate-smeared smile. "Best Christmas ever."

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