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arieslost · 2 months

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loudest in the paddock | cl16

summary: you’re charlie’s biggest fan.

word count: 1,013

warnings: suggestive comments at the end, possible bad writing (apologies in advance if this ends up being true)

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being charles leclerc’s girlfriend is a badge of honor that you wear with pride, and you love to make it known to everyone, whether there’s a camera on you or not.

the fans have a field day with all of your reactions that get captured on camera during race weekends, to the point where charles has a folder on his phone that is home to a number of memes that they’ve made of you. you just get easily excited, and clips of you yelling about something, whether good or bad, have gone viral on many separate occasions.

things are a little different this race. since the moment max’s brakes caught fire and then exploded as he was coming into the pit lane, you’ve been laser focused on the fact that your boyfriend’s teammate is in the lead, with your boyfriend himself only a couple seconds behind in p2. the only time your eyes weren’t glued to the tv was when you noticed someone standing in front of you to block the camera’s view of your celebratory dance when it was official that max had DNFed.

you’re practically biting your nails off as the laps go by, praying harder than you ever have before that this race ends well for ferrari. you hadn’t been able to attend the last race, so the possibility of witnessing charles on the podium in the flesh had you shaking in your boots. especially after how rough last season was.

and then george crashes on the last lap.

“what?!” you exclaim, flying out of your chair and covering your mouth with both hands.

the tv switches to a different camera that shows his car on its side in the middle of the track, and you can feel your heart in your throat as you wait for what looks like an obvious red flag. you can hear someone say your name, and out of the corner of your eye you can see your own face on another tv. usually you smile, wave, or make a funny face at the camera when you catch it filming you, but right now you’re too worried about the fact that only a yellow flag has been called along with a virtual safety car. your hands go from your mouth to your head as it’s confirmed that the race will finish under the virtual safety car, meaning a guaranteed ferrari 1-2 and charles on the podium.

you waste no time in throwing your headset down and cheering, getting wrapped up in hugs by the team as they pass you by to head to the side of the track and cheer carlos and charles across the finish line. while they do so, you rush out of the garage to find your way to the podium in order to get the best spot to see both ferrari drivers up there and hear the dulcet tones of a different anthem than that of the dutch one.

the wait goes by quicker than you thought, and they’re announcing lando’s name as he walks onto the podium to claim his third place finish. then the graphics behind the podium change to charles’, and the second his name is called you do what you’ve been waiting to do since the moment max retired from the race.

years of attending concerts and dance competitions had thoroughly prepared you for this moment. you cup your hands around your mouth, and the second you spot charles, you shout as loud as you possibly can.

“CHARLIEEEE!”

your scream renders everyone else silent for a few shocked moments, and you giggle when charles nearly trips over his own feet as he cranes his neck to try and find you. you shout his name again, sending the ferrari team into a chorus of similar cheers, and when charles finally spots you, his smile grows impossibly brighter and he blows you a kiss from the second place position on the podium.

he looks nothing short of ethereal— his hair fluffy and messy from being encased in his helmet, the rings adorning his fingers, the way he holds his chin up with barely contained pride as the team sings the italian national anthem. you make a mental note to tell him he’s been looking a lot like tony stark lately, and you’re loving it. even more so when he gets drenched in champagne, the confetti sticking to his soaked skin.

he has no struggle in finding you after the ceremony— as soon as you spot him, you let out a wolf whistle that has him blushing.

“there’s my girl,” he laughs as you launch yourself into his arms, kissing the top of your head. “made sure i could hear you all the way from the podium, huh?”

“of course, what did you expect?” you ask, smiling widely as you look at the trophy that got sandwiched between you both. “i’m so proud of you, charles. the whole world needs to know about it.”

“here,” he holds the trophy out to you. “pour toi, ma belle.”

“you’re shouldn’t have,” you tease, taking it into your hands and admiring it as best you can while trying to ignore your reflection in its surface. “this is amazing. you’re amazing. where’s carlos?”

“i thought you were my girlfriend,” he snatches the trophy back. “no more trophy for you.”

“but he won,” you continue, rolling your eyes when he pouts. “hey, i only gave him gracious applause. i seem to recall screaming your name before.”

“and it’s the only name you ever will.” he says with a wink, and you elbow him in the ribs.

“you are so…” you trail off, at a loss for words courtesy of his audacity.

“correct?” he supplies, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“i was thinking ‘unbelievable.’”

“i’m taking that as a compliment.” he says, before leaning in and whispering in your ear. “now let’s go back to the hotel and see how loud you can be for me there, hmm?”

you can only hope that the hotel walls are soundproof.

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lilasamaaa · 19 days

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Who says "I love you" first? Part One | F1 grid x Reader

Genre | Angst, Fluff.

Featuring | Alex Albon, Pierre Gasly, Lewis Hamilton, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Esteban Ocon.

Word count | 1.9K

Warnings | Alcohol consumption, mentions of jealousy, car crash, "cheating" (if you squint).

Author's note | Part two will be coming soon and will feature Oscar Piastri, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Carlos Sainz, Yuki Tsunoda and Max Verstappen :)

Alex Albon

He says it first.

For months, you had been preparing a huge project with your team at work. Months of hard work, sleepless nights, doubts, and anxieties. Even though you and Alex didn't live together and your job, along with his repeated travels had put your relationship to the test, he had been nothing but the perfect boyfriend during this time.

You were particularly moved one evening when, leaving your office past midnight, you'd stumbled upon a taxi patiently waiting outside the building, ready to take you home safely. And when you finally got back home, only to find a box from your favorite pizza place in front of your door. Alex was like that : deeply attentive. Caring. Devoted.

You had called your boyfriend on FaceTime, praying that he would already be awake on the other side of the world.

"Hey," had come his voice, still laced with sleep.

"Thank you so much for everything," you'd said, feeling tears welling up in your eyes from fatigue and emotion. "I had the worst day and this... this is so thoughtful. It makes everything better."

"Anything for you," Alex had replied. "I love you."

The words had come out so naturally that you'd almost dropped your phone as Alex yawned, still half asleep, not fully realizing what he'd said until your sudden silence alerted him.

"Oh, my god," he'd said, now fully awake. "That's not how I wanted to tell you."

"Well, I'm glad you did," you'd replied, tearing up again. "I love you too, you know."

Pierre Gasly

You say it first.

You'd joined Pierre in Milan for the weekend after several weeks without seeing each other. After spending nearly twenty-four hours holed up at his place under the covers, showing each other just how much you'd missed one another, the second day had been an opportunity to enjoy the Italian sun.

You had started the day with a fresh orange juice on a terrace facing the Duomo, before exploring the city, its museums, and its shops from top to bottom. The repeated absences of the driver were becoming harder to handle, and you had come to the conclusion, a few days before your departure to Milan, that you had fallen hopelessly in love with the Frenchman. At the end of your day as tourists, Pierre had invited you to dinner in a candlelit restaurant, and you'd almost blurted it all out between the main course and dessert.

Those little words that had been swirling in your head for a week.

In your previous relationships, you had never been the one to take that first step. You'd been too afraid of scaring away your partners. Of being laughed at. But you loved Pierre, you were so sure of it. And you were almost sure that he did, too. So, you had decided that for once, you'd take the lead. Just once.

After your romantic dinner, you were strolling through the city, slowly making your way back to his apartment, when you'd spotted a photo booth by the roadside. Pulling Pierre by the sleeve, you'd both settled inside, laughing, him sitting on the small worn-out stool, you on his lap. The first photo had caught both of you by surprise. But for the second one, you were ready. Just milliseconds before the flash illuminated your faces, you had said it.

"I love you."

Years later, the series of four photos was still on your fridge, and you loved looking at the last one. The one where he'd grabbed your face, pressing a kiss against your lips, whispering, "I love you, too."

Lewis Hamilton

You say it first.

Lewis had invited you to a photoshoot for the first time. What he hadn't specified, though (he would later swear he didn't know) was that the shoot was with his ex. And not just any ex, but the one he had been with just before you, that he hadn't seen since their breakup. The model with endless legs and hair like silk. The same girl you sometimes saw in the streets, printed on five-meter-high billboards, hanging from skyscrapers as if to taunt you.

Sitting on a chair, a coffee kindly offered by the photographer's assistant in hand, you were watching as the girl positioned her legs between your boyfriend's, tilting her head back, placing her hands on his chest. You'd never considered yourself a jealous girl. But there, you were absolutely boiling.

Each pose was worse than the last.

And each direction from the photographer was worse than the last. You weren't sure how many more "Closer, Lewis," or "Look more in love, Gigi" you could endure before you snapped and someone got hurt. Preferably her.

After a particularly close shot, their lips almost touching, you had suddenly risen, returning to the dressing rooms, mouth clenched and eyes shining. Lewis had followed you immediately, closing the dressing room door behind you, holding you close against his chest.

"That was too soon, I'm sorry," he had said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"It'll always be too soon," you had replied, eyes glistening. "No one's strong enough to watch the person they love play happy couple with their ex". You hadn't realized your words then, but he had. Stroking your hair, he'd said "Good thing I'm in love with you and not her, then," making you fall even harder for him.

Charles Leclerc

He says it first.

If Charles had listened to himself, he would have told you he loved you within a week. He was that sure. Nothing he experienced with you felt familiar : not the way his heart raced when you looked at him through your lashes, nor the way you made him feel hot just by taking off your coat. His previous relationships had made him cautious, so the words slept quietly in his mind and on his tongue.

Even though he still blamed himself for making you worry so much, fate had it that the very first Grand Prix you attended was Monza, in 2020. The crash had been particularly violent, unexpected. The cameras hadn't missed a second of the spectacle unfolding in the paddock, zooming in on your horrified face, so scared of losing the one who had stolen your heart in just a few months. Years later, Charles still couldn't bear to see those images.

The following days had been quiet, Charles being ordered to rest and stay lying down as much as possible. One night, when you'd woken up alone in bed, you'd panicked before finding him in the living room, staring at his phone.

"What are you looking at?" you'd asked, sitting down next to him.

He had turned his phone towards you, showing a series of tweets featuring the sequence of you terrified after the accident.

"I hate knowing that I did that to you," he'd confessed, head low.

"Charles," you'd started, not sure how to put it. "As much as I hated witnessing this, you drive for a living. This probably won't be the only time I'm scared for you. I'm not planning on going anywhere, so... I'll have to get used to it."

The driver had looked at you, eyes filled with love, and the words had come naturally.

"I love you so much."

Lando Norris

He says it first.

Lando and you had... history.

You two had been friends since high school. He was the first boy you ever had a crush on. Not the little crush that makes you blush and stutter, no, the real deal. The kind that makes you fall asleep crying, wondering if that boy will ever look at you as anything other than a good friend. High school had ended without any progression in your relationship, and your paths had diverged. You'd gone to college on the other side of the country, seeing him only occasionally, as he was heavily involved in racing and you almost never went home. Your paths had crossed again at a New Year's Eve party hosted in your hometown by one of your mutual friends.

You were so happy to see him again after more than six months apart that you wouldn't let go of him, following him everywhere, mimicking his every move. You knew you shouldn't have followed Lando into that territory. That you shouldn't have drunk so much. But you had done it. And soon enough, you'd been pressed against a wall, the driver kissing you as if his life depended on it.

You were on cloud nine. Convinced that after years of hiding your feelings for him, Lando had understood, Lando felt the same way, Lando, Lando... But Lando had kissed another girl. Then another. You'd left the house in a hurry as everyone counted down to midnight, trying to put together the pieces of your broken heart on the way home.

You hadn't expected someone to knock on your parents' door at 6 a.m. the next day. Even less to find Lando behind it, hair tousled, dressed like the night before, with dark circles under his eyes. He'd been holding a sorry excuse of a bouquet in his hand. Flowers... From your own garden, you'd noticed, raising an eyebrow. Your mother would be so mad at him. You'd opened your mouth, ready to send him back home, but he'd been faster than you.

"I know you hate me, believe me, I hate myself too. But I have to say it or I'll regret it forever. I love you. And I'm so sorry that it took me kissing other girls to finally notice it. I don't want no one else... I only want you, if you'll have me."

Your friends had told you that you were stupid for forgiving him so easily, but you'd kissed him again. Six years later, lying against him on a tropical beach on your honeymoon, you knew you'd made the right choice that day.

Esteban Ocon

He says it first.

You hadn't been dating for long, a few months at best. One evening, though, he'd surprised you by pulling out the invitation to his cousin's wedding, asking if you'd like to accompany him.

Weddings are kind of sacred in your family. You don't just invite anyone, and you don't introduce just anyone to your entire family unless you're really serious about that person. Deep down, you were thrilled, trying not to freak out, reminding yourself that not everyone sees things the same way, and that for Esteban, this wedding might be an outing just like any other.

He'd come with you to choose a dress, finding the first one "so beautiful on you," the second one "absolutely stunning," the third one "breath-taking." You'd eventually realized that the driver wouldn't be of much help to you, fascinated by everything you'd worn. This alone should have told you everything you needed to know about the man's feelings, but you'd continued to doubt. Was this wedding as important to him as it was to you? Were you ready to meet his family?

The big day had finally come, and you were sure you'd have died of stress if Esteban hadn't held you by the waist the whole time, introducing you to everyone who'd passed by you two. His parents had seemed thrilled by your presence, showering you with compliments, emphasizing that it was the first time Esteban had invited a girl to a family event. It's important for him too, then, you'd thought.

The ceremony had passed, beautiful, and you'd found yourselves on the dance floor, swaying under blue and golden lights, lost in each other's eyes.

"I'm so glad everyone got to see how wonderful you are," he'd said, making your heart race. You thought he was done until he'd added, softly,

"I'm so glad I got to show everyone the woman I love."

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cheriladycl01 · 17 days

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All to avoid you - George Russell x AstonMartinDriver! Reader

Plot: George crashes on the last lap of the Aussie 24 Grand Prix landing himself in the middle of the road. She wasn't far behind and the yellow flag didn't come out in time, her engineer not communicating to her makes her forcefully crash herself out.

A/N: This whole race from start to finish was absolutely wild. Well done to all the drivers that were able to keep George safe while he was in this tricky position! However, this is just a work of fiction what is here!

Credits to umgeorge for the GIF

It was the last lap of the Australian Grand Prix and you'd just overtaken Lance your team-mate, you knew you were gaining on George and you hoped that you could push a little harder.

But George having broke early to avoid hitting Fernando landed his car in the middle of the road, still inside it. And where you were gaining on him the time between him crashing and rolling into the middle of the road and the yellow flag coming up wasn't enough time for you to safely slow your car down. You had seen his car before your engineer and the yellow flag came up.

You swerved to avoid the car, knowing it was fresh and that George would still have been in there. The debris from the wreck rolled under your car and came for the floor meaning you also spun out from the harsh breaking.

"George in the middle-" you hear before the radio cuts out and your car is flipped over.

"And I don't think that yellow flag was called quick enough that is Y/N Y/L/N also out of the race with a nasty crash now just ahead of Russell on the crash and it looks like, her car has fully flipped over!" the commentator adds, looking at the Aston Martin now on it's roof.

"And it doesn't look like she's coming through on radio either..." another commentator adds.

"Y/N can you hear me?" comes through your radio.

"Y-Yeah" you gasp out clutching your chest that felt heavy.

"What happened?" you asked.

"I'm sorry! His crash wasn't called out quick enough and there wasn't a yellow flag by the time you reached him. It happened so quick!" he explains and you nod.

"And is Lance okay, he wasn't too far behind me!" you ask worried about your teammate and the driver in the middle of the road.

"Medical car has stopped for George, they are coming for you as well, just hold on. Lance is okay. His engineer called it quick enough to slow him down. He's asking about you!" he explains and you try to slip out from the car.

You take the wheel and just it out the other side of the halo so its on the grass before you attempt to crawl your way out. A hand comes down and a marshal is there reaching out to help pull you out.

You managed to get out the car with a twist and shimmy, standing up and brushing the dust off you and taking your helmet off and holding it in one hand at the side.

The marshal hands you the wheel before asking if you were okay to get yourself to the car yourself.

"Yeah, I'm all good thank you for helping me out!" you smile and nod before making sure it's safe to jog over to where the safety car has parked up near both the wrecks.

You jump in the back sitting next to George.

"You okay?" you ask and he looks at you with a face like thunder.

"Alright, before you throw a hissy fit and yell at me, check my on-board before you get back. There was no flag and no radio from my engineer until I had already swerved around you to avoid you. So before you run your mouth check!" you huff annoyed with him before looking out the tinted window as the car drives the pair of you away.

"I'm sorry, I'm just angry my race was ruined" he sighs and looks over at you, you arent looking back at him. You refuse to give him that satisfaction.

"I am too...if i kept going at the speed I was I would have passed you and now I have no points for the team. Fuck Lawrence isn't going to be happy" you say.

"I mean, the crash wasn't your fault. It was your engineer and the FIA for not calling the flag quicker!" he offers and you nod, knowing it wasn't but a man like Lawrence, he had it out for you constantly, especially when you performed better than his son.

"He'll find a way to make it my fault unfortunately!" you sign and George looks over at you.

"Why do you stand for that?" he asks seriously.

"Well, right now I don't see any better options" you sigh knowing you'd struggled getting a seat in F1 and right now Lawrence was the only person willing to take the risk by accepting you.

The risk working in his favour as more feminine brands were looking to offer up sponsorships for the team having a female driver in the seat.

"I mean, this year is the year to change if your going to. So many seats are free" he says trying to sound positive but you knew you'd have to graft hard if you wanted to change team.

"Mmmmmm, we'll see" you say.

"I'm sorry, for you know yelling at you the minute you jumped out the car.

"I know it's okay... i get that you are mad!" you sigh looking over to him and smiling, a genuine look passed between the two of you, knowing it was just racing at the end of the day.

And when you were both asked by interviewers who you thought was to blame you both said that it just happened to be an incident in the line of racing... both having some of the calmest interviews despite what happened on track.

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lokideservesahug · 25 days

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Against All Odds

Pairing: Sergio 'Checo' Pérez x wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of crashes, children, swearing, slightly suggestive towards the end.

Notes: I'm not the most confident with this but I really hope I did this request some justice...

Request: Could you do fic for Checo Perez with wife reader? It was when he was at Racing Point when he won his first race at the 2020 Sakhir GP. She was worried when there was a crash and he was involved. But she was quickly assured that he was fine. He wanted to win that race for his wife and their children. So, he decides to fight his way through. Just something for his first win. You decide how it goes. Thanks!! :)))

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Summary: What happens after a driver crashes? They retire right? Well a certain Mexican driver may have a different agenda to the average pilot...

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You had never understood people when they said that their heart stop but when you saw on the big screen the racing point car hit the wall, you sure felt it. It was an accident, sure you know that but when the Renault behind him knocks his back end, you can't help but feel a brief moment of restatement towards the Frenchman that hit your husband. Your thoughts are still working in overdrive when you hear a few mumbles about lack of response. Shit. Checo hasn't responded yet. You squeeze your sons shoulder ad he grabs your leg, clearly worried about his father.

You just stare at the screen, waiting. Hoping. Praying. You can't even feel yourself breathe until... "I'm ok" the grunt of your husband made the entire mood of the garage shifts to be slightly less sombre. You can't even focus on your surroundings but when you see your husband pull back onto the track you grow slightly confused. "He's continuing?" You turn to the nearest crew member you can find. He nods his head and says something about Checo insisting on continuing to race and you can't help but smile and be proud if the sheer drive (no pun intended) of your lover.

He makes some truly amazing overtakes after the crash. And when Checo begins to come closer and closer to George you can feel yourself become short of breath for the second time today. The 63rd lap comes and goes but on the 64th lap, he completes the most glorious overtake (at least to you) and begins to lead the race. You can't stop yourself from smiling as everyone else in the garage jumps and cheers at his current P1 standing. You all continue watching on the edges of your setas as the laps race by. 70. 75. 80. 85. And by the time it reaches the 86th lap, the atmosphere in the motor point garage is buzzing. Nothing is for certain yet and anything can happen in a sport as unpredictable as Formula 1 you all know that but with Checo strongly keeping his lead for the past 22 laps and with Estaban being quite a bit behind, you're very confident in Checo's ability to keep his lead for the last lap.

You feel like electric with how much excitement you are feeling from those around you and also from your own excitement. You can't help but wonder how your children are reacting to the current predicament. Yes they are Young but that doenst mean they aren't their father's #1 supporters. They've only just become old enough to actualy form their own opinions about F1 and you can't even begin to explain your husbands excitement when they decided to support their father (even when you gave them a choice to support any driver they wanted). You turn to look at them (your son having gone to sit down next to his sister a few laps ago) only to see your son and daughter staying staying the screen in awe, with big smiles on their faces. You take a photo to show to your husband later.

And you don't even register Sergio Cross the finish line before you are being hugged by someone and then pulled to hug another person. The excitement is overwhelming and a huge grin splits open your mouth when you relapse what has just happened. Checo has won. For the first time ever, he's come out victorious. He ended lap 1 in last place, got crashed into earlier and still managed to win. Holy shit, this is unrealistic. The somehow rowdy garage manages to silence itself when your hisbands voice filters over the team radio but as you hear your husband speak his mither tongue and request that your son is watching. You can help but tear up at the sudden reality of the situation. He's really has done it.

You run out to the pit wall with the mechanics to congratulate the race winner and when he catches sight of you, he runs towards you and pulls you into his arms. The sheer happiness radiating from every direction causes him to well up and you just look at him and can't help yourself from crying. He just continues to hold you as the mechanics surround you and continue to hug and cheer for him. Your children run out, aided by a few crew members and Checo just scoops them into his arms and holds you all closely in a large family hug. You can near a few sniffles as he places his head on your shoulder but you don't have time time comment on it before he is being taken away to go to the podium.

You're at the front of the barriers with your son on your shoulders and your daughter in her little SP11 cap and pink ear defenders (which make her way too adorable) in your arms. The applause is almost overwhelming but when Checo come sout and stands on the top step, you let a few tears fall at the same time as your husband as he looks up to the sky. The Mexican national anthem fills your ears and you can help but grip your children slightly tighter to stabilise yourself and assure both them and you that this moment is real.

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Unsurprisingly, there are many post race celebrations especially for his maiden win. But when your husband returns to your hotel room and changes into his pajamas. You can't help but feel like this is one of your favourite moments of the day. Your husband sat on the bed with your two children sat next to them as he reads them a book before bed. Your daughter falls asleep with her head resting on her fathers bicep and you take a photo of the cute moment and csopp her up, putting her in the room adjacent to yours. Your son grabs his fathers hand and demands that the current champion pays him to bed which causes the both of you to smile. You gently shut the door when you turn to your husband. "Why did you do it?" "Hm?" He turns and looks at you curiously, surprised that you didn't follow him straight to the large ning sized bed. "Do what mi amor?" You settle next to him in bed and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you until your he'd is lying on his chest. "Retire after the crash." There's a brief moment of silence but clearly bot one of thought as he confidently replies "Because I ahd to for it for you all. I knew I could do it and I wanted to show to you, mis tres amores that you mean the world to me." You can't even begin to think of a response so yo just look u at him and softly bed your lips over his. He muemers in appreciation of your gesture but before he can deepen the kiss, you pull away. "As much as I would love to celebrate tonight, you deserve to rest Mr Champion" He grins at the title but pouts at the former words. "Not even a quick one?" You turn away from him. "No. Your rest is more important." You hear the rustling of sheets behind you and feel his arm wrap around your waist. "Are you sure I can't convince you sweetheart? Oh and who are you to deprive the champion of his reward?

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dear-ao3 · 6 months

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who are the 20 f1 meow meows?

max verstappen (fast but an asshole on the track. lives in fear of his cats. winning everything.)

checo perez (might lose his spot. had two separate did not finishes in the same race. kissed another car at the hairpin)

sir lewis hamilton (fashion icon, classiest mother fucker you’ll ever see, knighted, just wants a comeback and to win his 8th world championship)

george russell (walking meme, looks like he belongs in the window of a tommy bahama, says crikey and blimey unironically, the most british person ever)

charles leclerc (the poorest little meow meow, is a millionaire but has a cracked back of his phone, either is fighting for the podium or crashes on the first lap, please dear god let this man win something he has the worst luck i’ve ever seen)

carlos sainz (smooth operator, dunks on everyone’s golf game especially landos, aparently doesn’t eat his pancakes with toppings, drives a volkswagen golf at least sometimes)

lando norris (usually getting told by carlos he sucks at golf, chronically online, has a blanket with george russell’s face on it, gets in trouble for being too sarcastic, please give him a win it’s been 5 years)

oscar piastri (has never once looked like he’s having a good time but almost did once while building a house of cards, hates horoscopes, almost got sued by alpine when he said he wasn’t signing with them after alpine announced he was signing with them, has an iconic mom)

fernando alonso (old man, retired and then came back for some reason, tad villain and he knows it, don’t mention taylor swift around him)

lance stroll (still waiting for his tennis career tbh, his dad bought aston martin to guarantee him a seat, rage monster)

esteban ocon (french, monster of a teammate aparently, once got beat up in the garage by max verstappen, besties with stroll and mick schumacher)

pierre gasley (also french, terrible awful haircut, did i mention he’s french, had his brain chemistry permanently altered by being teammates with yuki, photo dump king)

nico hulkenberg (looks like that one penguin with the weird hair from penguins of madagascar, dad, has raced in over 200 races and never been on the podium)

kevin magnussen (was kicked off haas because they wanted younger drivers only to reappear the next year after they fired one of the drivers for probably funding the russian ukrainian war, once fok smashed a door, has the cutest child)

valtteri bottas (unproblematic king, cyclist, makes his own alcohol, is ass out on netflix and has his own naked calendar called bott ass, mullet mustache man)

zhou guanyu (baby fashion icon, trying his best in a medium shit car, first chinese driver ever in f1)

daniel ricciardo (class clown, made the worst career mistake of leaving red bull and is now trying to get back in, from australia but is a texas cowboy, usually fucking shit up, just wants to tickle his scrotum and touch his nutsack)

yuki tsunoda (wants to chef, was forcibly moved to italy by his team cause he didn’t want to work out with his trainer, short king, usually gets sacrificed to the luck gods, cursed radios)

alex albon (so insanely barbie coded, filmed a cereve commercial in his hotel room with his girlfriend, definitely dyes his own hair with box dye, incredible oldest sibling energy, single-handedly carrying williams)

logan sargeant (what the fuck is a kilometer!!!! only american in f1, usually found in dead last or kissing walls, one of his essential items is heinz burger sauce, says mate with an american accent)

#f1 #not a tag #from saph #i need 1-3 business weeks to recover from vegas

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lovelyleclercs · 2 years

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Nothing Beats First Place-GR63

George Russell x Fem!Reader

request: George Russell x Prompt #44 (Just kiss me already!)

warnings: none

word count: 1665

You couldn’t believe it.

The entire garage was on their feet staring intensely at the screens in front of them as George was leading with three laps to go. George had come second or third several times since signing with Mercedes, but he always seemed to miss the top step of the podium.

Despite George being in the lead, you knew better than to be happy until that chequered flag waved in the air, indicating the end of the race. Anything could happen in three laps- engine failure, a crash, Lewis overtaking him.

Two laps to go.

You held your hands together up near your lips, whispering please over and over again as you stared at the screen. He was doing everything right, making absolutely no mistakes. Lewis had been gaining on him slightly, but not enough to be able to overtake him with such little time left.

One lap to go.

The team watched as George started his last lap of the race. As George came around turn ten, the entire team made their way from the garage to the fence, climbing up it as quickly as they could to wave their congratulations to both George and Lewis at the finish line. You followed a few of the pit crew members and stood at the bottom of the fence, too afraid to climb it like everyone else had. You looked over to the last corner. As you saw George cross over the line first, tears flooded your eyes. He had finally done it. Everything he had worked so hard for the past four years was finally paying off.

As the team had begun running towards the bottom of the podium where George would park his car, you followed closely behind, tears falling down your face. When you approached the barricade, you stood behind his team, not wanting to get in the way. This was their moment. You would have your moment with George later.

You watched as George got out of the car, standing on top of it as he pumped his fists in the air. You knew that he was probably crying under his helmet. As he jumped off of the car, he ran over to the team and jumped into their arms. You smiled at the sight, wiping your tears away quickly. You were so happy for George, but also so happy for this team, and Lewis too of course. Everyone at Mercedes had put in countless hours all season long to try to get up to pace with the Ferrari’s and Red Bulls and finally for the first time this season, they were able to win a Grand Prix.

George took his helmet off and scanned the crowd of people behind the barricade. He was looking for you, but he couldn’t find you. “Where’s my girl?” he finally asked one of the mechanics. When the mechanic pointed over to you, George hopped over the barricade and walked over to you.

You looked up at him, a big smile on your face as tears started to fall down your face all over again. George was crying too, the emotions finally hitting him when he locked eyes with you. “You did it, my love! I am so proud of you!!” you said as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you possibly could.

George hugged you back tightly, a big smile spread across his face. “No, we did it, baby. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you by my side. We are a team. Teamwork makes the dream work…”

You laughed softly, your eyes locked with his as your arms were wrapped around his neck. “Oh would you just kiss me already!”

Without another word, George pulled you into a kiss, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. The kiss was one filled with so much love and so much pride. When you pulled away from the kiss, you wiped away a tear that George had let fall down his cheek. “You have an interview to do and a trophy to receive, don’t let me keep you”

George laughed a little and kissed your forehead before climbing back over the barricade and walking over to where Felippe Massa was waiting to interview him.

“Congratulations George! Brilliant race, tell me how you’re feeling”

“A huge thank you to the entire team of course. This season has been an emotional rollercoaster for sure, but this race I felt so in control. Lewis was pretty fast and then when the safety car came out I thought ‘oh crap’ but I was able to hold him off and yeah.. But just so happy to get away with the victoryl”

“And how is the feeling? Remembering all of your career, everything you have done since karting, now an amazing season with a team who didn’t look strong early on, and now you guys show the pace to win”

“Yeah I’m speechless. lots of memories came flooding in starting off with my mum and dad putting me in go-karts to going up through the formula to Claire taking me in at Williams and Toto signing me to Mercedes. It’s unbelieve. I couldn’t have done it without the support from my family, my girlfriend, my friends, my team, my teammate… the fans. It’s incredible.”

“Well thank you so much George and congratulations again on the victory!”

When George was finished with the interview, he walked up to the cool down room which was located directly behind the podium. He took a few sips of water and watched some replays of the chaos that had gone down during the entire race.

“Stellar job mate. I’m so proud of you” Lewis said as he walked up to George and patted him on the back. George turned around and hugged Lewis tight, thanking him as he did so. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You have been a huge help to me all season, I’m incredibly grateful for that.”

Carlos also went up to George and congratulated him, the two sharing a quick hug before Carlos was called out onto the Podium.

Then Lewis.

Then George.

As he ran out to the podium, throwing his fist in the air, you couldn’t help but tear up all over again. As you stood beside Angela, you looked up at the podium, watching your boyfriend of nearly five years stand tall on the podium. As the UK’s national anthem played, you couldn’t help but think of everything it took to get to this point. Countless sleepless nights of George lying in your arms convinced that he wasn’t good enough for this sport as you tried to reassure him that his time of success would come. Countless months of going without seeing each other because your schedules clashed. Bad races that ended up turning into at home arguments because George was upset and he took it out on you. There were definitely times in his career that had him second guessing everything, but it was in that moment that everything had finally paid off.

When George was handed his trophy, he pointed at you and winked before placing his hand over his heart. It was what he always did whenever he was on the podium and you were in the crowd. You smiled up at him, giving him a small wave before clapping your hands.

As the champagne spraying began, you couldn’t help but laugh when George had gotten champagne in his eyes. You watched as he tried his best to quickly get the burning sensation to go away, laughing it off once Lewis came over to him and dumped the entire bottle on his head.

As the podium celebration ended, you decided to head back to George’s driver room. You didn’t want to be in the way of anyone in the garage, so you figured hiding out in his room would be the best option. As you were walking towards his room, Angela stopped you. “Aren’t you going to stay for the team photo?”

“Oh I don’t think so. It’s not really my place…”

“Oh don’t be silly, of course it is your place. You are his girlfriend, you deserve to be by his side, even in a silly team photo.”

You laughed a little, knowing that Angela was right. George would want you to be in it. You followed her out to the pitlane where everyone was getting into position for the photo. When your eyes met George’s, he motioned for you to come sit in his lap. He had already been sitting on the ground beside his trophy, so once he got comfortable, you sat down on top of his legs, your right arm wrapped around his neck as you held up your left arm like everyone else had done. George wrapped one arm around you and held his other arm up for the photo, with the biggest smile spread across his face.

After the photo was taken, you smiled and kissed his cheek gently. “You’re soaked and I probably look like I peed myself because I’m sitting on your wet race suit” you said with a laugh as you got up.

“Just be thankful that I didn’t bring my champagne bottle down here, otherwise I would be dumping the rest of it on you!”

You laughed and wrapped your arm around him as the two of you made your way towards his driver room. “I’m seriously so proud of you my love. How are we going to celebrate?”

George laughed and kissed the top of your head gently as he opened the door to his driver room. “With a 15 hour flight straight to Abu Dhabi.”

You just shook your head and laughed. “What a way to celebrate your first win my love”

He laughed and kissed you gently. “We can celebrate once we get home for the season” he said with a smirk.

“Can’t wait, GR.”

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QUALI RECAP: Chinese GP 2024

Ft. Nico Rosberg quotes because he's commentating again (scroll to the bottom bit)

Out in Q1

P20: Logan Sargeant, who spun out and caused a yellow flag

P19: Yuki Tsunoda, whose DRS wasn't working until the last 6 minutes of Q1

"I mean, there's definitely something going on, I can't be fucking 19. Honestly, the lap was pretty good." - Yuki Tsunoda, Team radio

P18: Lewis Hamilton goes too aggressively in his final lap and exits Q1 for the first time since Jeddah 2022

"When I was making the set-up changes I was like, it can't get any worse surely- and it did." - Lewis Hamilton

P17: Kevin Magnussen

P16: Zhou Guanyu, who placed an impressive P9 for the sprint, gets knocked down and out by Charles Leclerc, to the frustration of his home city

Out in Q2

P15: Pierre Gasly, who makes it into Q2 for the first time this year

P14: Alex Albon, who has exited Q2 in every race this season

P13: Esteban Ocon

P12: Daniel Ricciardo made it into Q2, out-qualifying Tsunoda for the first time this year. He had a minor setback when he reported smoke coming from his breaks in Q1, and wasn't able to advance to Q3

P11: Lance Stroll

Q3 results

P10: Valterri Bottas, who is on an absolute roll with his pace in China, qualifying P9 during the sprint

P9: Nico Hulkenberg, also managing to pull the HAAS to decent results

P8: George Russell

P7: Carlos Sainz, who crashed in Q2 (red flag) but came back on track in time to place third fastest, apparently struggling in Q3

P6: Charles Leclerc, who struggled a bit as well during Q3

P5: Oscar Piastri

P4: Lando Norris, who got pole for the sprint only to finish an unfortunate P6

P3: Fernando Alonso, oversteering a little in his final lap and just getting knocked down by Perez

P2: Checo Perez, making yet another front row lock-out for Red Bull

P1: Max Verstappen, taking Red Bull's 100th pole position, his first pole in China, and becoming the first driver to qualify P1 in all 5 starting races of the calender since Mika Hakkinen.

Bonus Nico Rosberg Commentary

"It's a super difficult one isn't it, for Mercedes. Lewis has put them into quite the difficult position there." (About what Mercedes will do after Lewis leaves)

"Lewis, you know, the 7 time world champion. That's a mistake probably that should be avoidable."

"Lewis tends to say we have so different set-ups and such a big car difference and that's kind of his excuse this year…and he's gone again for that"

"I'm happy to appear on a statistic. I don't appear much very often anymore 'cause it's so long ago." (The statistic being previous poles in Shanghai)

"I know that because he [Fernando Alonso]'s my rival in those statistics. That's why I know his numbers."

#f1 #chinese gp 2024 #quali recap #nico rosberg #nr6 #brocedes

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george russell is interviewed during the press conference on media day, japan - april 4, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Interviewer: "George, coming to you now. First of all, any ill effects from your crash in Melbourne? How are you feeling?" George: "I'm feeling all good." Interviewer: "Thank you. Look, let's talk about this weekend and the performance of your car. It seems to fluctuate from race to race, sometimes session to session, so how confident can you be, coming to Suzuka?" George: "It's still obviously early days in the season. I think there's a clear trend where we know our strengths in the car, our weaknesses. Definitely performing stronger in the low speed corners, struggling a bit in the high speed corners, of which there's more of in Jeddah, more of in Melbourne, more of in Suzuka. These are the fastest circuits of the season. There's still plenty to understand, so as I said, still early days. We know we're not where we want to be, but everybody's working really hard to improve the correlation, get a bit closer to what we're seeing at the factory on the simulator and find some performance." Interviewer: "You've been driving the sim back in Brackley since Melbourne. Did you make any breakthroughs there?" George: "I think every time you're back, you're understanding things further. There's never gonna be a silver bullet for any team. You're chipping away at it, you want to find big breakthroughs, you wanna find big gains. It's rare that these happen these days in Formula 1. The level is so, so high. Everybody's moving forward, but we're confident that we're gonna make another step in the right direction. Will it be enough is another question, but as we said, it's still early days in the season." Interviewer: "Alright." [time jump] Journalist: "Nelson Valkenburg, Viaplay, Netherlands. Mostly for George, this one, but for the group, as well: A lot's been said about brake-testing last week. Is there a discussion to be had amongst yoursleves about what is legal, what is normal, what you can do and what you can't do? Do you expect more discussions to be had? For you, George, and also for Max, possibly?" George: "Yeah, I think it was obviously a bit of a strange situation that happened last week. As I said at the time, totally caught by surprise. I was actually looking at the steering wheel, making a switch change in the straight, which we all do across the lap, but when I looked up I was in Fernando's gearbox and it was sort of too late, and then next thing I know I'm in the wall. So I think if it were not to have been penalized it would have really opened a can of worms for the rest of the season /and/ in junior categories, of saying are you allowed to brake in a straight? Are you allowed to slow down, change gear, accelerate, do something semi-erratic? I don't take anything personally, with what happened with Fernando, and it probably had bigger consequences than it should have, but as I said if it went unpenalized, can you just brake in the straight? I don't know, so… Yeah. Nothing more to say, really." [time jump] Journalist: "Diego Mejia, Fox Sports, Mexico. Question for George: George, did you get to speak to Fernando after his penalty? Was there any need to clear the air over it?" George: "Yeah, we actually saw each other back home, just coincidentally bumped into each other in a coffee shop…" Verstappen: "Did you brake test him there, or no?" George: [laughs] "No, as I said before, it's nothing personal. When the helmet's on we're all fighters and competing. When the helmet's off you have respect for one another, so of course a lot of emotions in the moment, but we both moved forward from this." Interviewer: "Did you discuss it in the coffee shop?" George: [laughs] "No, we didn't. So he didn't get my coffee, though, so that's probably the least that could have happened, but no, it's history now."

#george russell #f1 #formula 1 #japanese gp 2024 #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #japan #japan 2024 #japan 2024 thursday #carlos sainz #yuki tsunoda #tw max #alex albon #pierre gasly

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can you pls do an f1 race summary from this weekend i'm literally living for your f1 lore stories

ABSOLUTELY

ok so while i will not go into Everything from this weekend (cause there was a lot) i will do my best to talk about the last 10 laps because wow.

so!

here's what you need to know:

heading into the last race of the year (abu dhabi), the standings for the constructors championship were as follows:

red bull: 822 mercedes: 392 ferrari: 388

so while redbull had secured the win several races ago, ferrari and mercedes were still duking it out for 2nd (keep in mind, were talking several million dollars difference in prize money here)

heading into the race the two teams were about even. charles leclerc was starting p2 on the grid with his teammate carlos sainz starting an abysmal p16 after crashing in practice (this is the same guy who ran over the manhole cover in vegas and narrowly avoided getting royally and permanently fucked). on the mercedes side george russell was starting p4 (mostly thanks to lando norris fucking up his qualifying lap but landos abu dhabi race is another story entirely) and lewis hamilton was starting p11.

heading into the final 10 laps the two teams were neck and neck for second in the constructors championship. but, carlos sainz had once again been fucked over by ferrari strategy because while he had already pitted once, he was on hard tires both times (you have to run two different compound tires during the race as per rules) so he still needed to pit again to put on a set of medium tires. so while he was hovering around p10ish, ferraris baller strategy of "wait for a safety car to pit" was looking grimmer and grimmer as no one crashed into each other and therefore there was no safety car. so heading into the last 10 laps, it was pretty clear that carlos was not getting any points to help the team (points are scored if you end p10 or higher), leaving it all down to charles leclerc.

sainz ended up pitting on the last lap and finishing in a horrendous p18 (tho technically it was a dnf because of the tire thing).

charles leclec was chilling up in p2, about 16 seconds off of max verstappen (the least important person in this story). behind charles was george russell, lando norris, then sergio perez.

lap 47. perez tries to pass lando norris. he is unsuccessful and they bump into each other. its kind of unclear who causes the accident (the announcers debated fiercely over it) but lando gets pushed off the track, still ahead of perez. race control debates it and end up giving perez a 5 second time penalty.

perez passes norris, then moves on to pass russell. hes now in 3rd. but, he still has the 5 second time penalty, meaning that if he wants to be on the podium he needs to be at least 5 seconds in front of george russell. perez zooms on, now trying to pass leclerc.

lap 58. the last lap. george russell is in 4th (but will end 3rd because of perez's time penalty) and hamilton is in 9th. this will put mercedes just 3 points ahead of ferrari and they will take second in the constructors championship. charles leclerc, who has been getting fucked left right and center up the ass with a fork by ferrari strategy all season long says fuck it what do i have to lose. he has no chance in hell of passing verstappen (who is still 16 seconds ahead of him) but he may have a shot at knocking russell back to 4th (with perez's time penalty) and if he knocks russell back to 4th, ferrari will just narrowly take second in the constructors championship.

so, with all the rage of a man who was deemed ferraris golden boy but hasn't won a single race all year, charles gets on his radio and says the following:

"tell me the gap between checo (perez) and russell. if theres less than 5 seconds ill give him the place (?) and i will let us switch for the last sector. hes got 5 seconds anyway."

the gap between russell and perez is 2.7 seconds. at this rate, russell will still get third and mercedes will take second.

ferrari doesnt exactly tell charles to let checo take p2, but they also don't tell him to not let checo take p2. and boy, charles has already been through the wringer this season, its the last race, he might as well give it everything hes got.

and right now, everything hes got is to let checo pass him, increasing the gap between him and russell. because, 5 seconds will be added on to checos finishing time, and, if he is more than 5 seconds ahead of russell when he finishes, this will keep russell in fourth place. charles will still take p2 with checos time penalty and if all goes according to plan he will be able to singlehandedly secure ferrari second in the constructors championship.

its so genius that you wonder why the ferrari strategists didnt think of it themselves.

but alas, the plan does not work. checo only finishes about 3.7 seconds infant of russell, meaning that with his penalty russell still takes p3, and allowing mercedes to come second in the constructors championship by only 3 points.

charles, rightfully, is fucking pissed. hes done the job of himself, carlos, and the strategists and it still isn't enough to pull out p2.

after the race is over and charles curses spectacularly that they come in 3rd overall, he thanks everyone at ferrari for "this difficult season" (he doesnt sound very thankful at all) and ferrari don't really even acknowledge him

if you want to hear his radios from the last lap they are here

#rip #f1 #charles leclerc #abu dhabi gp 2023 #not a tag #from saph #man LITERALLY JEPORDIZED HIS OWN RACE FOR THE GOOD OF THE TEAM #whos doing it like him literally no one

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wildrangers · 2 years

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Chance Encounter {3} // Jake Kiszka

Jake Kiszka x fem! reader

Word Count: 3K

Summary: After a chance encounter at the bar, what happens when she realizes she now has to work with Jake and the guys?

begin here // continue here

Multi-part, lovers to friends to lovers tale ahead!

Warnings: I don't think any this chapter, let me know if I missed anything!

*18+ only, smut is featured in chapter one and will be back next chapter*

“I think it’s absolutely absurd—let’s do it” Josh grinned and you excitedly clapped your hands before grabbing your phone. You had just pitched his Rhinestoned Diary and he was, surprisingly, willing to give it a go.

“Just say whatever comes to mind and I’m sure it’ll be great or at the least very amusing” you encouraged.

You and the guys fought back laughter as he went on and on for about a minute before he yelled, “Now fuck off!”

Everyone gathered around to watch it and you giggled throughout, “Josh this is perfect, seriously.”

“I mean, it’s a little ridiculous…” Jake argued.

“Just because I’m the center of the attention right now doesn’t mean you have to be rude about it.” Josh replied, rolling his eyes.

“Josh, you are, like, always the center of attention” Jake retorted.

“Boys, stop!” you called as you saw Josh go to snap back at his twin. “You’re on in 30 minutes so let’s not get into a brawl, yeah?”

The two glared at one another before walking off to separate areas of the dressing room. “Do they usually get worked up that quickly?” you mumbled to Sammy, who shrugged.

“It usually blows up and over pretty quickly. They haven’t come to throwing punches in years, so I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Well, that’s something, I suppose” you mumbled, sitting down to edit Josh’s Rhinestoned Diary before their set began.

***

Jake always forgot how much he loved being onstage until he was back up there. He knew it brought him joy but the magnitude of it always caught him off guard despite all the years he’d been doing it. The next show was back-to-back with this one so everyone was piled on the bus as it rumbled onto the highway.

“Bunks have long been claimed I’m assuming?” you questioned from the couch, Reginald curled up on your lap as Rose rested her head on your feet.

“Everyone always keeps the same one tour to tour but the extra is all yours…here, I’ll show you, it’s right next to Jake’s” Danny offered and you followed him into the back. Shit. He’d forgotten you’d be sleeping right across from him whenever you were all traveling overnight.

He’d been working hard to ignore his accelerated heart rate or nervous stomach whenever you were nearby but he feared they would never totally go away. He kept reminding himself that nothing would ever happen and the fling was a one-off thing. It was just taking his body awhile to catch up to that fact.

Jake glanced at the clock and yawned, deciding to just crash. He said goodnight to the guys and patted Danny on the back as he passed him on his way to the bunks. You glanced up from where you were curled up with a book in your bunk and smiled lightly at him.

“Hey roomie” you greeted and he grinned back.

“Living arrangements okay back here?” he asked, keeping it vague so no one would understand the implied question if they overheard them.

You shrugged, rolling over onto your side to face him fully. “I can’t complain, what with these handy privacy shades” you smirked, drawing the small curtain closed before peaking around the edge to meet his eyes.

He laughed at your playfulness as he settled into his own bunk. “What are you reading over there?”

You reopened the curtain holding up the book for him to read: Sharp Objects.

“It’s just this dark thriller type book, it’s pretty good so far.”

“Hm, that’s surprising. I thought you’d be reading. Virginia Woolf or George Orwell or something” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, “I read enough serious literature in college to last me a lifetime, thank you very much. It’s smut and thrillers for me from now on” you grinned, wiggling your eyebrows and drawing another laugh from his lips.

“Fair enough” he smiled, showing you his own book about New Age religion. You two discussed it briefly before settling into a comfortable silence as you read beside each other. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing over at you occasionally. Each time, your brows were furrowed as you focused entirely on the book before you. You’d tied your hair up and it was the first time he’d seen you bare-faced—your beauty made his heart ache.

Jake wasn’t sure what woke him up several hours later, just as he hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep to begin with. He surveyed his surroundings, lips quirking up when he saw what had dragged him out of his deep sleep—two light green eyes met his own as Reginald settled into his side. Jake lightly pet between his ears before glancing across the way towards you.

Your book was resting on your chest, your mouth open as you slumbered—looks like he wasn’t the only one to doze off while reading. He took a moment to admire your features and how peaceful they looked while you slept. Moving carefully, so as not to disturb Reginald, he reached his hand across the space between you and grabbed your book. He found a spare book mark, marking the page for you before placing it back in your bunk, drawing your curtain closed to give you some privacy. As he settled back into his pillow, Reginald’s purring sent him quickly off to sleep again.

***

From your spot backstage a few weeks later, you could tell something was wrong. Jake didn’t seem like his normal self and Josh kept shooting nervous glances his way. As their set wrapped, Jake set his guitar down and walked offstage, storming by as if you weren’t even there.

“What was that about?” you asked Josh, who looked concerned as he watched his twin slam a dressing room door shut.

“He messed up some notes early in the set and got mad at himself, it happens a lot honestly.”

“I didn’t even hear that and I listen to you guys constantly” you pointed out, noticing how Sam and Danny went into their own dressing room rather than the spare one Jake had just entered.

“Besides us onstage, I’m sure at most a handful of people here noticed it but that doesn’t stop him from beating himself up. I’ll be grabbing my clothes and heading to the hotel, I advise you avoid him until tomorrow morning.”

You contemplated Josh’s words as the other boys quickly filed out behind him once they’d changed into their everyday clothes. You cautiously walked to the room Jake had gone into, knocking quietly.

“Yeah?” he called out, his voice muffled through the thick door.

You peaked your head in to see him lying face down on the couch. You closed the door behind you before sitting on the floor next to him. “Want to talk about it?”

“Don’t know what there is to say, I fucked up the show.”

“Jake, you did no such thing. I appreciate how you want to give your best each night, but you’re still human like the rest of us. Mistakes happen.”

“So, you did hear me fuck it up?” he asked, finally turning to meet your gaze.

You shook your head, “No, Josh warned me what had happened. I noticed you seemed upset most of the show but I didn’t understand why until afterwards.”

Jake let out a deep breath as he nodded, “People just pay to see us, you know? I feel so shitty when I don’t play my best.”

“I can guarantee you that no one left tonight thinking anything other than what a great show you all put on” you assured him, gently brushing a lock of hair out of his face. His eyes shut at the gesture and his shoulders seemed to relax the slightest bit. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and he nuzzled into your palm. Silence enveloped the room for several moments as you soothed him.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to fall asleep on this old, ratty couch.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now, would we? God knows how many people have raw-dogged it on there.”

Jake shot up at your words and you fell back onto the floor at the horror on his face. “What the fuck Y/N? That’s not funny.”

His response only made you laugh harder as you clutched your aching sides. Jake watched in unamusement before finally gesturing for you to take his outstretched hand.

“Come on, you, let’s head out then” Jake said. You took his hand and wrapped him in a hug once you were steady on your feet.

“You’re amazing at what you do, Jake. Even when you feel like you may not be.” He returned the embrace, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “Come on stinky, let’s go.”

***

Since tour began a couple months ago, you had all settled into an easy routine together. As the bus rumbled along the roadway, you were curled up on the couch with your legs tossed over Josh’s lap.

“No, Y/N, we are not watching that” he argued, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Joshua, we have watched every single Stanley Kubrick film there is, a couple twice now. I promise, The Haunting of Hill House is more than just a ghost show, I really think you’d like it.”

You’d been discussing the matter for a while now, Josh being characteristically stubborn about what you’d be watching together that afternoon. Normally, you let him pick but you felt you’d been generous enough with how much of your viewing together you’d allowed him to choose since tour started.

“And all I’m saying is, if the show is on Netflix there is absolutely no way it’s a worthwhile endeavor.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” you sat up abruptly, causing his eyes to widen. “Are you saying I have shitty taste when you haven’t even watched a single one of my suggestions?”

“I mean, you do read a lot of thrillers…”

Annoyance shifted into anger in your chest but Jake emerged from the back of the bus before you could snap back. “What are you two going on about? I can’t focus on my book back there.”

“Your brother is being a judgmental asshole is what’s going on” you muttered.

“How dare you!” he retorted turning to glare your way but Jake waved his hand between you two, forcing you both to focus on him.

“Is this because you’ve chosen every single movie you’ve watched together and now Y/N wants a chance?” Jake questioned.

“She can still pick, just something else” Josh sighed dramatically.

“I’m just trying to get him to watch one fucking episode than he can veto it if he hates it” you sighed back, earning another glare.

“Josh, you’ve enjoyed having Y/N join you for movies, right? And the discussions you’ve had about them afterwards?”

“Well, yeah…” Josh trailed off, knowing where his twin was going with this.

“Then why don’t you think she’d know you well enough to pick something out that you may like, hmm? I’ll even sit down and watch an episode.”

You paused, watching Josh weigh his twin’s words—he knew he had lost this particular argument. “Fine, load it up. And, Y/N, I’m sorry for implying you had poor taste. You’re the only one besides me on this godforsaken bus that thinks seriously about cinema.”

“Apology accepted” you grinned, stretching your legs back out to settle in for the show.

Within 10 minutes, Josh was hooked, like you knew he’d be, and Jake seemed to be enjoying himself too. You’d seen this show countless times so you shot Jake a text:

thanks for stepping in back there, you probably saved your brother’s life

You watched Jake’s phone light up across the way and saw his face break into a smile when he read your text.

always happy to take your side in any future fights you two may get into

what if I argue that Taylor Swift is a better lyricist than Joni Mitchell?

you wouldn’t dare

***

Jake sat in his hotel room a few weeks later, looking forward to the final show of the American leg of the tour. Sound check was still a few hours off and he lazily strummed his guitar, staring out at the view. A knock sounded from behind him and he opened his door to see your panicked face.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Jake said, guiding you into his room with a gentle hand on your back.

“I’m fine! Just trying to wrap up a few things before we head to South America in a couple of days. How many checked bags do you have again?” you asked, foot rapidly tapping on the floor.

“…2 but I don’t believe you. You look totally freaked out, Y/N” he replied, hands gently rubbing your shoulders.

“Great, thanks! That was all—.” Your phone ringing cut you off and you sighed before answering, stepping into his bathroom so you could close the door for some privacy. Jake tried his best not to eavesdrop but your raised voice was hard to ignore, even through the door.

Several moments later, silence filled his hotel room and he assumed you’d hung up the phone. He pressed his ear to the door and could have sworn he heard you sniffling behind it.

“Y/N? Can I come in, please?” Only more muffled crying answered him. “Please, I’m worried, can you unlock the door?”

A moment later he heard the lock click and he cautiously opened the door. His heart dropped when he saw you sitting on the tile, arms wrapped around your legs as tears streamed down your face.

“I’m sorry, this is so unprofessional of me, I’ll leave in a minute.”

“Y/N, stop it, fuck professionalism, you’re my friend. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Your sobs continued in earnest at his words and he sat down, wrapping an arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder and he rubbed your arm lightly, trying to offer what comfort he could.

“I’m sorry, this trip to South America just got totally fucked up this morning. My one co-worker did the booking all wrong so I’ve been trying to fix it for hours now.”

“Shit, that sounds stressful. How can I help?”

“The funny thing is, everything’s settled now. I just submitted all of our information to the airline so we’re set.”

“Why are you still so upset then?” he asked, confused.

“Well, the thing about me is I’m great at handling things when shit hits the fan but the second it’s done? All the adrenaline just rushes through me and then this happens” you chuckled quietly, wiping the tears off your face. “Super helpful, right?”

“No one’s perfect” he assured you and you pushed him away lightly before meeting his gaze. “If everything’s resolved, who was on the phone?”

“My mother. She tried facetiming me so I could see Reggie before we left the country and I lost my shit on her because I’d already told her I couldn’t talk today given everything.”

“Poor Mama Y/L/N” Jake teased and you laughed.

“I know, I owe her an apology call in a little bit” you reached over to squeeze his hand. “Thank you, Jakey.”

“Nothing to thank me for, I’m always here if you need me. Help me figure out this melody I’ve been working on?”

You nodded eagerly as Jake helped you up, handing you his spare guitar. You settled opposite him on the bed and he started running through some of the ideas he’d had.

He smiled faintly as he watched you roughly strum the guitar strings; you were by no means an expert but, for some reason, he could understand what you were getting at whenever you sat down with him to work through his melodies. As you went back and forth, a song slowly revealed itself to Jake.

“What’s going on in here?” Sammy’s voice called from behind Jake, causing you both to jump.

“I know we have each other’s spare room keys but maybe knock next time? You scared the shit out of me” Jake replied, glaring at the rest of the band who appeared behind his youngest brother.

“We tried calling you both like a million times with no answer. Sound check starts in five minutes” Danny explained. Jake felt his shoulder tense as he noted the curious expressions on Sam and Danny’s faces.

“Shit, sorry we lost track of time” you muttered, quickly shooing the guys out the door and down to the waiting car.

***

Later that night, the five of you were celebrating in Josh’s room after the show. Alcohol was flowing freely and everyone was a little unsteady on their feet. You sat on the floor beside Danny, the others strewn about the other chairs and the couch. Everyone was chatting but you were you just soaking up the positive energy and excitement in the room—a welcome reprieve after the crazy day you’d had.

“You know what’s awesome?” Josh asked and your focus shifted to him when you realized he was looking right at you.

“What?” you asked, sure he was about to say something ridiculous. You half debated getting your phone out to film it but resisted the urge.

“How well you’ve fit in with us, it’s like you’ve been here all along.” You felt your heart warm at his words but it quickly sank as he continued, “Especially considering your history with Jake.”

A/N: One more part left, y'all! Thanks for the support and let me know if you have any feedback :)

(also I would fight them to the death that ms. swift is a better lyricist, just felt that needed to be said)

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The only reason that I can think up that they didn’t foresee both stick together behind slower cars is they do believe George had the ability to make the hunting down strategy success like they know Lewis can and the reality is George can’t.

To be honest by watching the lap time data, I will switch them even before they catch Charles. It so obvs Lewis is much quicker in the last stint, ~0.5s quicker than George every lap and can also saved more tires and he had more experience under this situation while George can even crash himself out without pressure while chasing other like in Canada.

Merc strategy is always like this, can be 99% good and screw up in the most important part which is the 1% that cost them win.

yeah lewis said after the race you need to be 1.5 sec faster to actually get an overtake done at singapore so team orders would’ve been needed to swap the cars.

and to be fair, lewis also crashed in singapore last year so i think at this intense circuit it could’ve happened to anyone!

but the vibes i get from george are that he’s so focused on beating lewis bc he thinks that’ll show the team he’s merc’s future and worthy of the seat and not just another valtteri* etc etc when he should probably be more focused on working with lewis and the team for now.

*this is a whole separate discussion for another day lmao VB is a king <3

#idk i say specifically ‘the vibes i get from him’ bc wtf do i actually know lol #ask

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peaceloveandstarrs · 11 months

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If you're still doing it, 44 for Starrison?

(fair warning, this one is a bit nsfw!)

out of lust

After a couple of wildly successful American shows, the Beatles found themselves on a warm beach in Florida, enjoying a rare day off. And oh, was it gorgeous. The sun was shining, the temperature was perfect (a shock for this time of year), and everybody was in high spirits. Yes, it was a wonderful time. They were on top of the world, riding high on the wave of success that they'd earned. Things were perfect. They couldn't really want more, could they?

Well. One of them could.

As he applied a fresh layer of sunscreen, George watched Ringo splash around in the ocean. Of course, he was bombarded by fans, but that was unavoidable. But that was the last thing on George's mind. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ringo. The man was stunningly handsome – strong but not overly muscled, lean but not bony, just perfect. He zoned out as his mind drifted back to a few nights ago... they'd been sleeping with each other for a few months now, but something about a few nights ago was just... it'd been incredible...

They'd come back to their hotel room, high on adrenaline from the show. Ringo had barely made it into their shared hotel room before George had him pinned to the wall, their lips crashing together with a desperate passion. Their suit jackets were quickly tossed aside, their shirts hastily unbuttoned with fumbling fingers. Soft, needy moans escaped as George trailed kisses down Ringo's neck. The man tasted of sweat, but George didn't care. He needed Ringo. And from the sounds of it, Ringo needed him too.

“Bed,” George whispered. “Now.”

Ringo didn't need to be told twice. He nearly ran to the bed, shedding his shirt as he laid himself out as alluringly as possible. Ringo's eyes raked over George's body. There were times when he was jealous of George's body, but now wasn't one of them. He wanted that body on top of him. Needed it. And he soon got his wish.

“Been wanting you all day,” George whispered, kissing down Ringo's neck and sucking a hickey below his collarbone. He delighted in the moans, the way Ringo's back arched slightly off the bed with a combination of pain and pleasure. His hands traveled down Ringo's chest and played with his trouser button. “Now, let's get these off, yeah?”

Before his daydream got any further and George ended up with a rather awkward stiffie, he shook his head and snapped himself out of it. Didn't stop him from wanting Ringo though. He wanted to feel those thick fingers in his hair, tugging slightly as George took Ringo's cock into his mouth. He wanted to hear Ringo's deep, rich moan in his ear as he came, spurting white hot ribbons into George's mouth. Or over his own stomach as George fucked him into the mattress. Either way, he didn't care. Hell, he'd even let Ringo fuck him if he so desired...

“I think it's time to go inside, don't you?”

George startled out of his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice in his ear, one that sent blood rushing straight to his cock and made it twitch in his swimsuit. He turned c and, sure enough, there was Ringo, bent over slightly so he could whisper in George's ear. He smirked at George's obvious lust. To be fair, he felt that same lust himself. How could he not?

“Like the way ye think,” George replied.

He glanced out towards the ocean. John and Paul were busy lapping up attention from the throng of girls that had ambushed them. They'd be occupied for a while. Without another word, George followed Ringo towards the hotel, being careful not too look too conspicuous. After all, nobody could know that they were secretly shagging.

But as soon as they were upstairs and the doors were closed, they dropped the act. Before Ringo could say one word, George had him on the bed, pressing himself against him and kissing him desperately. He moaned into Ringo's mouth as he felt those hands slide over his shoulder and down to his arse, squeezing it almost in perfect rhythm with the kiss. Of course. Ringo was a drummer, rhythm was in his blood. George nipped Ringo's mouth and began to grind against him as he hardened.

“Been wanting to fuck you all day,” George whispered.

He went back in for more kisses, heatedly lapping at Ringo's mouth and sucking on his lover's tongue. Ringo moaned at the tugging sensation and began to pull at the hem of his shorts. He didn't want to stop the kiss, but George knew it was temporary. He pulled his own shorts off as Ringo spread his legs, giving a tantalizing view.

“Then by all means, love. Have me.”

#starrison #george x ringo #ringo x george #beatles fanfic #beatles fanfiction #beatles rpf

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soil-just-needs-water-to-be · 10 months

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OMG IM SO EXCITED TO THIS INSTALMENT ARGHHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DO

Word count : 4k

Warnings : mention of food and dieting , Weed

IM SO EXCITED

Mattys POV

(A week or so has gone by since last instalment)

Oh my god things have been wild lately, George is finally visiting today he's going to be here for at least ten days I believe and I can't bloody wait for it. I couldn't sleep last night we were up all night on FaceTime, he fell asleep eventually because he "didn't wanna look like complete shit when we first met", which is stupid because he can't look bad in anyway , to me. His train was due at 4 this afternoon but since I hadn't slept I had started getting ready at 7am , showered, dressed in skinny jeans and a floral shirt that I'm sure I stole from my mum once upon a time and my Docs because what else would I wear, I had spent at least half an hour just trying to make sure my hair didn't look like a damn bird nest or that I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, brushed my teeth and even had some breakfast. It was now 8:30 and I'm pacing, like actually pacing because I hate waiting. He'd texted me this morning but he doesn't want to show me his outfit because he wants it to be a surprise so in turn I said I wouldn't show him mine which is hell because I love this shirt so much and love showing it off. On what feels like my fifth lap of the house my dad had tried to convince me to sit down for a bit but even if I did it would be roughly five minutes before I was up and moving again. So in turn he'd asked if I wanted to go for a drive which I accepted gratefully. I think he was taking me to Tesco to pick up some stuff for dinner later.

We were just walking around the shop my dad pushing the trolley and me just shoving literally anything in it. "So this lad then, George is it?" , I nod with a smile on my face. "What are we to call him, like is he your boyfriend or just a friend who you like, or just a normal friend". My dads just amazing always trying to understand things

"For now he's just a friend that I like but Um we're somewhat both interested in one another but haven't asked the question yet, so please don't call him my boyfriend yet because I haven't asked and don't want to scare him away yet", I throw at least five packets of noodles into the trolley. "He likes noodles , is that enough or should I get more?"

"Son , your gunna work yourself into a headache just breath okay, I'm sure everything is going to be just fine" , I take a few deep breaths and we continue on through the shop. Stopping to drop a few more things in.

"Uh Dad, Would it be okay if we got some alcohol?, I promise I won't over do it" , I know he probably can't trust a word I say because I can't prove that I won't but I really want him to trust me.

"I'll be honest lad , I think we'll have to ask your mum first and we can come back later if she says it's okay" , we just ponder around a few more isles and drop random things into the trolley "you haven't smoked today have you!"

"Not yet no , why?"

"Would you like to drive the car home ?" , we loading stuff onto the check outs , I do have my lisence I got it last year and I do have a car but my mum and dad took my keys after the crash with Janey because they didn't trust me in the car unless I was with one

of them.

"Are you sure dad!"

"If you'd like son , just be careful yeh?"

"Oki thank you dad , honestly thank you", I threw my arms around him and he held me just for a second and we made our way to the checkouts putting all the items through and packing them up, I'm a little meticulous about the packing and how to do it so dad just lets me do it my way "Also da , we need to go to the pharmacy my medication is ready to pick up"

"Which ones is it where picking up today lad ?" , we'd picked up like 2 other ones this week but I think they were for anxiety and anti-sickness but these ones are just supplements for food.

"Just food equivalent to help me get my appetite back like the ones I had years ago" , my dad payed for the food swiping his card across the card reader and waved goodbye too the cashier as we leave and as he's packing up the car I jump in the front seat and get myself accustom with the steering and gears again.

"You all ready then Son", he jumps into the passenger side and buckled up eager to see how well I do

"As I'll ever be ,I guess"

The drive to the pharmacy wasn't to bad to be fair, I'm still a pretty good driver and my dad said I did well so I'm happy about that. I didn't want to go in again for like the 3rd day running so Dad went in for me giving me a second to just breath and reply to George. Last message I got he was still getting ready he doesn't have to leave for the station till around about 1 and it's only 9:30, I think we both just got a little to eager.

MATTY: my dad let me drive !!!!

GEORGE: yeh ?, how did you do?

MATTY: haven't driven in a while so thought I'd mess up a little but it actually went okay, we've been to Tesco to get food for the next few days , we're at the pharmacy now and then where going home and I think I'm going to tidy my room cuz it's an actual pigsty might ask mum to help

GEORGE : don't have to tidy for me love, my rooms a shit tip

MATTY: I will anyway

As my dad came back I slid my phone back into my pocket he handed me my medicine to make sure it was the right thing because he really had no idea what is was called , neither did I to be honest but it looked right so I just flung it on the dashboard and we made our way back home

We unpacked the bags in the kitchen as Loius ran around looking literally as excited as I felt as he'd grown to really like George too they interacted a lot over the past week , and when I told him George was coming to visit he got so darn happy he climbed up onto the middle island in the kitchen and watched us unpack

"How long till Georgie is here Maffu ?"

"He's coming today little dude but it's still a long time yet" , after unpacking the last bag I pick loius up and manoeuvre him so he's on my back, and I carry him back up stairs and flip him onto my bed " you gunna help Maffu clean up ?"

"I don't wanna tidy Maffu but I'll watch", he's always just soooo me and it makes me laugh and ruffle his hair again as he looks up at my with the big smile and those big blue eyes.

"That's okay, can you get Mummy for me then"

"Oki", he jumps back off the bed and runs through the house , leaving me stood in the middle of the room looking around trying to figure out where to start, it really is such a mess in here, mugs and plates everywhere, piles of clothes, shoes just milking around , stacks and stack of books , dvds and cds and my bed isn't even made. I get lost in my thoughts when I here a knock on my door that makes me jump.

"Sorry love didn't mean to startle you, what was it you needed me for?"

"Can you possibly help me tidy up in here , I don't know where to start and it's so bad" , she looks around just as baffled as me, then strides over and pulls me into a hug.

"Love ,what happened in here?"

"I just haven't had the effort or will power to clean up Mum, sorry" , I hug her close and then as we separate herself we both look around and make a mental note on where to start

"Right first of all love , take all the dishes downstairs and ask you dad if he can clean them up , then come back up and we can sort your clothes out okay", I nod and then get to picking up the cups and plates grimacing when I realise how bad it actually is. I run downstairs with the dirty plates and mugs dropping them carefully into the sink, then run back up the stairs two at a time to help mum. "What clothes are clean and what aren't love ?"

"Most of its clean it just needs to be folded and put away really", it takes me a few more seconds to actually sit down and start folding a pile that was next to where I stood, Im so bad at keeping up with cleaning it bores me. I noticed mum stand up and start putting clothes into drawers and stops to look at something already in the drawer

"Matty , love what are these?”

I drop the shirt I was folding onto the floor as I know exactly what she was talking about as I know what I’d been hiding in that drawer, I scratch the back of my neck as I breath in ALL the air that was in the room and try to piece a reply together. My mouth opens and closes a few times but no words leave my mouth.

“Matty love?”

“It’s nothing important Mum, just put it back please” , I take three big stride across to her and place my hands around the books “Mum seriously it’s nothing”

She did let me take them and shove them back the drawer as she takes a tentative seat on my bed and pats the space next to her. “Sit down for a minute please my love” , once I’ve got the books properly back into the drawer and place myself down next to her. “Can you please tell me why you feel the need to have books about dieting love”.

“It’s not important Mumma , it doesn’t mean anything, I just have them”

“First off Matty , I’ve been keeping an eye on everything to do with your eating habits for a while and I know there not very good , your skin and bone love , and you only ever call me Mumma when your anxious , so please you know I’m not going to be mad , can you please explain to me why?”

I know she won’t be mad and I know it’s not something that’s that big of a deal but its still scary to talk about , so as I think of the right words to say I just ponder in my mind what I need and look around my room as I try to explain. “It’s just about the element of control , I was losing control of everything in my life and I was freaking out so bad you know , like I had zero semblance of control, but then I found a book at school about diets like I know people diet duh , but um when I read it, a lot of it was about how people diet to gain control over something, so I tried and I read a lot of them but then I even lost control of that and I’m scared again so I hid them so I wasn’t as embarrassed about losing control of even that and people wouldn’t ask if they saw and I wouldn’t ave to talk about it”

“Matty , I know things are hard right now love , and I’m proud that your talking to me , but why couldn’t you tell me earlier”

“I don’t know Mum really, I guess I just didn’t know how to” , I got back up from my bed and went back over to the drawer taking the books back out and contemplated them for a while. “Can you take them Mum”

“What would you like me to do with them?”

“Just don’t let me have them I guess , I’m going to try to get better , Dr Adrian gave me the medication for it and I’m gunna work harder at everything I promise”. I get back to the cleaning of my room “Mum?”

“Yes love”

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been lately and I’m sorry for worrying everyone, I also appreciate you for letting George come because he really helps me be a better version of myself and I really hope you can see that when he’s here , I know I haven’t known him that long but he really does help me”

“I’m so glad that you’ve found someone that you can talk to Matty , you don’t have to apologise everyone goes through hard times , you’ve just got to pick yourself up and if you need help keep talking , be it to me or George or your dad even Louis , I know he’s just a kid but even if you talk you’ll feel better”

“Thank you”

It takes us a few more hours to tidy up my room it really was a state , and I talked to my Mum the whole time about how I felt about everything and anything. When we had finished the tidying and cleaning up it looked like a completely different room I hadn’t seen it like this in at least a month.

It’s now 12:30 and although I’m more than excited to see George the restlessness was starting to get to me again, George had informed me he was on his way to the train station now his train was at 2 and it took him an hour to get to the station. It was getting harder to not be nervous because I was really just watching the time tick by. I’d rolled a joint after I’d finished cleaning my room but hadn’t got round to smoke it yet because dads trying to keep me busy until we have to go because he knows if I’m just sitting waiting then I’m going to get irritable. With this being the first time I’d had a break today I decided to just let them know I’m going for a smoke. So now I’m just sat outside on the front porch relaxing as I smoke the joint.

Matty: I’m so nervous darling x

George: I’m actually shutting a brick 😂 , would your dad mind if I went for smoke when I got off the train or would he wanna get going straight away ?x

Matty: He won’t mind , I’m sure he’d understand

George : I’ll be grand then , will you be waiting for me on the platform or will I meet you outside.

Matty : I’ll wait on the platform you dick😂

George : thanks love x

I slide my phone back into my pocket and finish my joint before making my way inside, I know it’s lunchtime and I should eat but I’m not the hungry yet but Louis came running through to the kitchen and attached himself to my leg “How long now Maffu” , I picked him up and put him on the counter while messing up his hair, he’s got a lollipop hanging out his mouth so I didn’t really catch what he said, I took the sweat out of his mouth for a second.

“What was that kid ?”

He smiled a lopsided grin at me and rolled his eyes dramatically , so much like me. “How long till Georgie is here silly?”, I gave him back his sweet and he shoved it back into his mouth even though I was just holding it my hand was sticky so I turned the tap on and started washing my hands

“He’s getting on the train really soon , then daddy and I will go get him , do you want to come too?”, he again smiled at me his eyes growing to the size of bowling balls and he take his sweet out of his mouth again.

“Can I ?”

“If you want too kiddo , just finish up with your sweet and wash your hands and then we can talk cuz that’s going to take you ages to eat”

“I don’t want it anymore, you have it” , he went to hand it to me but I told him that’s it’s okay and just to put it in the bin , he runs back over to me, I lift him up and help him wash his hands. “Will George play with me when he comes ??”

“I’m sure he will Kiddo”

I spent the next few hours just playing about with Louis , on the play station, watching tv with him , helped him with some homework that he had left around about 2:30 he fell asleep on my lap while we were watching the TV , George had texted me saying that he was now on the train half an hour ago, and we should be leaving in an hour because it doesn’t all to long from ours to get to the station here, so I took Louis idea into consideration and tried to take a nap myself which in theory maybe wasn’t the best idea but I was starting to get tired so that I did , I set an alarm on my phone for 45 minutes so I could get my head down for a little while. I layed myself down trying not to disturb Louis and sleep consumed me

My alarm woke us both up at 3:15 , Louis was not too happy with it, he was still tired and he was throwing a little hissy fit “hey kiddo , I know your tired and I know you wanted to come to pick Georgie up but you need to calm down for me so we can get ready to go can you find your shoes for me ay ?” , he just clung to me his tiny frame shaking as he cried “hey hey hey it’s okay , you can have another nap you know , come on kiddo no need for tears”

“But I’m still sleepy , I wanna go bed” , as I got myself he was still clinging to me so I decided to take him upstairs to bed his head was resting on my shoulder the whole time. “Maffu , is it okay if I just stay here”

“It’s okay kiddo , just get a big nap for me and when you wake up George will be here and you can play all day yeh” , he nodded against me as I lay him down on his bed and tucked him up and kissed his head

“I’ll see you later okay”

“Okay Maffu”

I got myself completely got my leather jacket from my room , checked to see if my dad was ready, he let me know that he was just going to finish his tea and then we’d get going. So I just waited by the door, annoying I know but I just wanted to get going. Once he was ready I raced out to the car like I was 7 again jumping into the passenger side as my dad made his way to driver seat and we got going. I couldn’t help my leg bouncing up and down anxiously the whole way there, I’d bitten my nails raw Mum would have killed me for it but dad doesn’t mind. I’d chain smoked the whole ride there out the window of course and really it wasn’t that bad the train station was just half an hour away so it was really not to bad. We got to the station with 15 minutes to spare so I checked my hair in the middle mirror of the car and started fussing with my outfit until my dad told me again that I looked absolutely fine and to stop worrying , I sat and waited for literally only two minutes before I decided I just wanted to go in and wait so I just told my Dad that I’d let him know when I’ve got George and we’re going to have a smoke before we come back, he gave me a quick nod and smile before I got out and made my way inside

Inside the station was so busy, people milling about the place, so much sounds and smells, it was so hot in there as well but I tried to gather myself and push through I saw that the train from London was going to be arriving on platform 3, I started making my way there but there was quite a lot of people waiting there aswell and I could feel myself getting anxious and my nerves were getting the best of me so I hung back and just sent George a quick message letting him know that I am inside but I’m not on the platform because it looked busy, he replied not to long free to let me know that it was okay and he’d call me once he departed the train and I could let him know where I was which helped me alot. I decided to wait outside WHSmith a small convenience store that was off to the side of the platforms , True to his word after a small five minutes more of waiting my phone started to buzz in my hand and George’s contact appeared on my screen

“Hey there”

“Hiya love , that’s me just coming off , where is it your at ?, you doing okay it’s not to busy for you is it ?”

“I’m stood outside smiths , I’m okay for now it’s not to busy round here I’ll be okay, I just really can’t wait to see you now”

“I’ll can see it , from where Im at so I should be there in no time at all handsome”

I couldn’t help but smile , my heart was racing , basically jumping out of my chest in anticipation, I could hardly wait, there wasn’t much conversation going on between us we were both just keeping an eyes out for each other, He soon caught my eye “I can see you , you lanky fuck”, despite feeling nervous and anxious about everyone around us the fact that I could see him sent a jolt of pure joy through me and I felt my legs starting to race to him. As I began running to me I could see the moment he clocked me and he just dropped his suitcase open his arms to me and I ran into his arms and burried my face in his chest pushing my phone into my pocket without even hanging up. We stayed there in each other arms for what felt like an age not saying anything just holding each other and it felt so right

“Hiya handsome” , I pulled away first but not all the way just enough so I could look up and his and the smile on his face was everything I needed to feel relaxed. I could feel the blush rising on my cheeks already. “Jesus , you really ARE a lanky twat aren’t ya” his smile grew bigger if that was even possible and we giggled to each other and he pulled me closer to him

Once we’d sorted ourselves out taking at least another five minutes just holding one another we were just stood line idiots smiling at each other and he eventually picked his suitcase back up and I’d sorted my phone in my pocket I took his hand and lead him outside to the smoking area.

“Babe , you looks so cool, by the way” , I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the word babe leave his mouth and it had my blushing even more than I thought humanly possible and I took his hand that was in mine and kissed it as we both giggled again.

“You look so fit”

#matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #the 1975 #gatty #the 1975 fic

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