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cutielando · 2 months

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social media au request for y/n narrating the grill the grid games and george russell is immediately in love so the rest of the boys spend their whole interviews trying to wingman george and talk about how gentlemanly he is?

also would you ever add logan sargeant to your master list?

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synopsis: the request basically ✨

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yourusername GRILL THE GRID INCOMING ‼️

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user1 Y/N AND GEORGE????????

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I really hope you like it !!!! Had very much fun writing it!!

It’s not as long as I would have liked it to be because I barely had time to breathe today but i really hope you like it !! ❤️

As for Logan, I might add him to my masterlist in the upcoming weeks, once I get my shit together and balance out writing with my studies haha

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f1version · 2 months

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BE MY BABY.PPTX ♥︎ GR63

pairing: george russell x reader ( she/her )

summary: george needs to make a very important question, so of course he makes a powerpoint presentation.

author’s note: it’s short but i love it!! not exactly my typical birthday special buuuut it’s a george fic nonetheless. enjoy <3 (icons by flaticon, infographics by freepik)

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now playing ♫₊⊹ be my baby by the ramones

BE MY BABY.PPTX . . . OPENING DOCUMENT

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russellsppttemplates · 5 months

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George saying you are pregnant in the post race interview and Max and Charles interrupt saying you guys plan to name your child after them until George tells them the baby is a girl

"George, what are your plans for the winter break?", one of the journalists asked, making him grab his microphone, "I really want to go home so I can sleep on my bed, and spend time with my family", he smiled.

"Yes, next year we'll have a new addition to the paddock", Charles smirked, "I can't wait to get them a Ferrari onesie, our merch shop has this really cute one with a vintage car".

"I wouldn't bother because they're going to name the baby Max, after me", the Dutch driver said. "Y/N and I have been friends for a while, and my wife spends most of the race weekends with her. It's obviously going to be Charles, it's a very pretty name after all", the monegasque retorted.

"Tell us now, George, are those names you and Y/N are considering?", Natalie chuckled, enjoying the banter between them.

"Actually, none of those names are on the list", he smiled, "we are having a little girl, so Max and Charles haven't been the ones we're leaning into", George said as the whole room awe'd and gasped at the new information. While he kept his private life usually that, private, there was often a picture with his family or a picture of your baby bump, so to have this new information was different.

"Congratulations, then! I may be biased, but I find Natalie to be a really good name, it's not too short, not too big, so, you know, you can consider it!", Natalie added. "We are pretty set on one of them, but we'll keep that one in mind", George smiled at her.

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the-offside-rule · 2 months

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George Russell (Mercedes) - Regency

Requested: yes

Prompt: 20) "It's like suddenly every love song is about you."

Warnings: nada

George and Y/n sat cozily on the couch, engrossed in an episode of Bridgerton. The soft glow of the TV illuminated their faces as they indulged in the Regency-era drama. As George and Y/n wrapped his arms tighter around his girlfriend, she turned to him, a playful glint in her eyes. "You know, you'd fit right in with the British charm on this show. Can you imagine giving me a dramatic love confession like they do?" George knotted his brows, partially confused. "How?" Y/n grinned mischievously. "Well, you're British, and you've got that dashing charm. Plus, wouldn't it be amusing if you had one of those angry love confessions, just like in the show?"

George raised an eyebrow, entertained by the idea. "Oh, you want an angry love confession, do you?" Y/n nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, and sitting up off him. With a grin, George cleared his throat, adopting a dramatic tone worthy of Bridgerton. "Very well, my dearest Y/n. Brace yourself for the torrent of my affection." Y/n giggled, settling in for George's performance. George chuckled, playing along. "Oh, my dearest Y/n, I must confess, my heart yearns for you in the most passionate manner," he said in a faux posh accent. "Do go on, Mr. George, I'm intrigued." Y/n giggled, encouraging him to continue. George stood up, taking Y/n along with him as though he was in the show. "Ah, my love." He began theatrically. "In your eyes, I find a celestial beauty that rivals the heavens above." Y/n's mouth was agape. "You're doing splendidly, darling. Carry on."

"My beloved Y/n, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew my heart was irrevocably yours. You are not merely a person to me; you are my stars, my moon, and my sun." Y/n's eyes widened in amusement and affection as George continued, his voice dripping with melodrama. "In your presence, it's as though every melody I hear is but a love song dedicated to you. Your laughter is the sweetest symphony, and your smile, oh, your smile, it could outshine the very sun itself."

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, charmed by George's theatrics. "Keep going, I'm intrigued!"

"Y/n, my love for you knows no bounds. It transcends time and space, like a love story woven into the fabric of the universe itself. To love you is to breathe, to exist, to live." George continued, looking into Y/n's eyes with mock seriousness. "The melody of my heart beats in sync with the rhythm of your laughter." George, still in character, took Y/n's hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "My dearest Y/n, my feelings for you are a tempestuous storm, yet in the chaos, I find the most exquisite serenity." She felt her cheeks heat up as he looked up towards her. Y/n couldn't help but smile. "Oh, George."

"What? You wanted a confession and you got one." George chuckled, kissing her lips. "I know but Jesus, have you been practising that?" George laughed falling back onto the couch with Y/n in his arms. "No, not at all. I just did a lot of poetry and literature in school. It's easy to come up with sometimes." He said it as though it were easy. It wasnt. To do it unscripted was something else entirely. "I know but it was quite romantic." She muttered. George leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Only for you, my dear Y/n. Only for you."

As they melted into each other's embrace, the echoes of their laughter mingled with the melodious strains of Bridgerton, creating a scene straight out of a love story—one that would rival even the most captivating tales of Regency romance.

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princepiastri · 6 months

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no.1 fan - GR63

george russell x reader

the world seems to think you and george are dating - I wonder why?

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jamminvroomvroom · 9 months

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George Russell and trying to have sex after he wins his second championship but Sylvie cries awake from her nap. 🤭

THIS WAS CUTE TO WRITE!!!! thank you for sending this in!

same universe as my george fic, which can be found on my masterlist <3

minors dni! there is some very light smut (18+!!), fluffy as hell though too

george hovered over you, lips skimming your neck. this had been a long time coming, after a long weekend at the track, and life getting in the way, so you kept him close, your legs wrapped firmly around his lean waist, holding him against exactly where you needed him.

he grazed his hand over your half naked body, finally, finally, dipping his fingers into the waist band of your underwear, long fingers discovering just how desperately you needed him to touch you. he applied pressure, working your body delectably, fulfilling your needs after weeks of obstacles preventing you from what you craved: him.

“oh my god, george, please, i’m gonna-“ you panted.

but as soon as your high was within reach, a cry tore from down the hallway. sylvie was awake. george stopped immediately, an apologetic look in his eyes.

“oh, shit.” you sighed.

you sat up the bed, shaky from your almost-orgasm, when he gently tapped your thigh, stopping you.

“it’s okay, sweetheart, i’ll go.” he kissed you quickly, and you sent him a grateful smile, flopping back onto your bed.

you loved your little girl more than anything in the world, more than life itself, more than everything under the sun and the moon combined, but god, you just needed your fiancé to have his way with you.

you threw one of george’s t-shirts on, reaching for your phone to reply to some emails, knowing that george would probably be a while, knowing how difficult it could be to get sylvie to go back to sleep. you were in the process of trying to fix her attachment to you both in the night, trying to stand your ground and get her to sleep comfortably in her own bed, but it was a slow process.

george was supposed to soothe her back to sleep, in her own room, but when you heard soft giggles in the hallway, you could have throttled him. in he walked, sylvie on his hip, and a sheepish smile on his face. at the sight of your daughter, you grinned, unable to help yourself, but george was not in your good books.

“mama, mama.” sylvie crooned, wiggling in george’s grip, until he placed her softly at the foot of the bed. she wriggled towards you, crawling up the bed until she was tucked under your arm. all she needed was a few moments against your chest, your heartbeat and your smell sending her spiralling into a deep slumber. you put your phone down, glaring at george now.

“what happened to the plan? you are such a soft touch.” you complained. really, you loved how much of a girl dad he was, and how sylvie had him absolutely mesmerised, but it was also important for her to sleep in her own bed.

“i’m sorry, my love. i couldn’t help it. you know what it’s like when those big blue eyes fill up with tears.” he defended himself and you couldn’t really argue with that.

“well, no sex for us now.” you groaned, getting yourself comfortable with the toddler clinging to your frame.

“we could go to the guest room?” he suggested, absolutely shamelessly.

“go to fucking sleep, george.”

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purinfelix · 4 months

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f1 drivers as meet-cutes ₊˚⊹⋆ pt. 2

summary: a continuation of pt. 1, some small blurbs about meeting drivers in equally awkward and romantic situations! featuring: OP81, LN44 and GR63 warnings: none!

a/n: didn't really plan on making a pt2 this soon but the Oscar one came to me in a vision and i just had to (also yes George's one is basically the scene from notting hill and Lando's isn't technically a meet cute but shh) ... but hope u enjoy!!

ᝰ.ᐟ Oscar Piastri - forced proximity

Planning to catch a train home during peak hour on a Wednesday evening had not been one of your best ideas. And this thought only echoed as you rushed down the station steps, shoving past many blazer and winter coat clad bodies to make it to your train on time. Luckily, and partially thanks to the boost your adrenaline had given you, you managed to squeeze through the doors just as they were closing. The relieved sigh you were on the verge of letting out was interrupted though, replaced by a much more imminent feeling of claustrophobia as you notice how packed the train really is.

As if this isn’t enough, the train makes a sudden stop, flinging your unsteady figure onto the body of the person beside you. Embarrassed by the sudden closeness, but also too busy trying to recompose yourself and your bag, you gaze upwards to be met with the composed, but not emotionless, eyes of a beautiful stranger. They’re so brown and inviting, even set within his seemingly cool expression that you can’t help but feel entranced by them. You’re brought out of this trance though, as you notice him mouthing to you - “Are you okay?” - to which you can only nod in a jerky, flustered way. A string of hushed apologies spills out of your mouth until you notice his hand hovering closely around your waist, which you tell yourself he’s just doing to keep you upright, but this does little to calm your nerves.

You feel yourself sweating bullets as an endless amount of lumps form in your throat, making it hard to speak and alleviate what is already one of the most awkward situations you’ve been in in a while. But, you’re still so deeply lost in this stranger’s eyes and the way he keeps glancing over at you to make sure you’re alright and even silently leaning himself so as to offer his own body as support that you can’t stop yourself from blurting out a “What’s your name?”. To this, he responds with “Oscar”, his tone so warming in the midst of the cold train carriage that you find yourself stuttering out more words as excuses to keep the conversation, and his attention, going. Peak-hour train rides were never a good idea, but maybe this one wasn’t so bad.

ᝰ.ᐟ Lando Norris - roommates

All you wished for in your first year of university was to have a normal roommate and to get on with your studies. But when you arrived to your ‘move-in’ day to be greeted with empty boxes as far as your eye could physically see and no room mate waiting to greet you, you knew your wishes would not be fulfilled.

And this only grew more apparent over the beginning months you spent in your dorm. The boxes cleared up over the first couple of days, but only to be replaced with their contents - clothes, shoes, beaten-up golf balls - strewn across floors. Your roommate’s name became less of an identifier and more of an accomplice to your never-ending complaints about him, to the point where your friends were well acquainted with the man despite never having met him.

“Lando left ten half-full glasses of milk on the countertop for me when I woke up for morning class this morning.”

“I’m so sick of Lando making so much noise when he comes home after parties, he wakes me up every time.”

"Would it kill Lando to take his dirty clothes to the laundry and actually wash them instead of waiting until they amass at the foot of his bed?"

But all you could do was handle it in silence as best you could - picking up his mess, cleaning his milk glasses and making sure he was in bed after a late night out. Yet through it all, you found yourself strangely endeared by the roommate you so often complained about, after a while of living around each other and becoming attuned to one another’s routines and habits. Because for every stray sock left hanging over a couch, there was a warm bagel from the cafe he visited after his morning runs waiting for you on the counter. For every night he woke you up with his drunken stumbling there would be another when you kept him up with trivial discussions like which Spice Girl each of your professors would be. For every “It’s only been a month but I swear to god Lando is driving me nuts,” there was a "It’s only been a month, but I’m really starting to like Lando.”

ᝰ.ᐟ George Russell - a coffee accident

You’re late. Terribly, awfully, insanely late to a meeting you had had written in your schedule for over two weeks now. But somehow, through a series of poorly-timed coincidences including a family of ducks crossing the road your bus was going through and a hold up at the coffee shop because of a misplaced latte, you find yourself walking as fast as you can towards your office. You’re so caught up in getting to where you need to go in the least amount of time that you’re almost not thinking about any of the people you’re careening past, or the fact that you left the coffee shop in such a rush that you forgot to get a lid for your cup.

That is, until you smash headfirst into the chest of someone as you turn the final corner to your office and you feel your precious caffeine surge up into the air before splashing down onto the white, ironed and seemingly very expensive shirt of some poor stranger. A complimentary “Shit!” comes spilling out of your mouth alongside it, your empty cup falling defeated to the ground beside you. Looking up you lock onto the stranger’s deep blue eyes, which look less mad and more confused at the situation at hand. Still, even with a splatter of dark brown on his shirt, you’re taken aback by how oddly handsome he is, although this seems to add another layer to your insanely bad luck this morning. You’re about to start listing off as many sincere ways to say ‘sorry’ as you can muster until a glance at your watch reminds you of the meeting you’re supposed to be almost halfway through by now.

So instead, you pull out one of the coffee shop napkins you had shoved into your pocket as well as a pen. Hastily, you scratch your phone number alongside an ‘IOU’, pocketing both and slamming the napkin onto the now damp and stained shirt of the stranger who only looks at you with a, now partially amused, expression. “Just give me a call-” you say, trying to think of a respectful way to address him before he comes to the rescue. “George,” he replies, still oddly calm. “George,” you say, as if to yourself, before patting him on the shoulder and restarting your sprint towards your office. Soon, you finally found yourself at the front doors of your office, but strangely enough just before opening them you thought about how exactly you would repay the handsome stranger - since offering to buy him a coffee now seemed ironic and a bit inconsiderate, maybe he would prefer tea.

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lovings4turn · 2 months

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george russell , who always wakes you up with a steaming mug of tea or coffee , made exactly how you like it . george russell , who never leaves you without pressing a goodbye kiss to your forehead and lips . george russell , who not only knows the sidewalk rule , but heavily enforces it , absentmindedly guiding you to the inside of the pavement without a second thought . george russell , who never goes a day without showering you with compliments . george russell , who happily carries you home when your feet hurt (and doesn’t even tell you ‘i told you so’ when you insisted on wearing the wrong shoes for the occasion) . george russell , who never teases you without following it up with a wry smile and kiss to your temple , mumbling an ‘only kidding’ into your hairline straight after . just … george russell <3

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charlesslut16 · 4 months

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-Snowflake kisses-

summary : you and george walk down the snowy street....

PAIRING : george russell x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : It is very short but as i have corona i'm a bit slacking...

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It was a beautiful day, snowy and glory. The perfect one for a stroll down the street, hand in hand. A walk to talk and prepare for the upcoming holiday with your family.

As George Russell and his fiancée, you, strolled down the quaint, cobblestone streets of a charming town, the air was filled with a sense of joy and anticipation.

You walked hand in hand, exchanging glances filled with love and shared dreams. You were hanging on his arm, secretly hoping that his warmth would spring onto you.

Suddenly, fluffy snowflakes began to drift down from the sky, transforming the atmosphere into a winter wonderland. George’s fiancée, you, let out a delighted gasp, twirling around with childlike glee as the delicate snow settled on your hair and shoulders.

George couldn't resist the enchantment of the moment. With a tender smile, he pulled his you closer into him, wrapping his arms around her waist, tight enough for you to not slip away.

Your shared laughter echoed through the serene streets as you began to sway to the soft melody of the falling snow. Being in your own bubble, not noticing anyone else than each other.

Caught in the magic of the moment, George looked deeply into his fiancée's eyes. His heartfelt full as he thought about the question he'd asked just two weeks ago. With a smile that mirrored his, you nodded, confirming her love and commitment.

And you knew that whatever would come your way, you would overcome. The love and commitment would never wander or disappear, you and george were made for one another.

As you danced, the snowflakes framed your faces, creating a picturesque scene straight out of a fairy tale. You reached up to gently brush the snow from his hair, your hand caressing the side of his face.

Your lips met in a tender kiss, a sweet and genuine expression of their love. The snowflakes continued to fall around you, casting a soft, ethereal glow on the street. I

Like a perfect winter wonderland, just like in a film or a fairy tail. But this was your life, the life you had never imagined living, but were glad that you were, tho.

The perfect moment, your intertwined fingers sparkled in the light, the ring on your finger glistening with the promise of forever. He held your hand with the ring up and gave it a meaningful kiss.

Passersby smiled at the sight of the couple lost in their own world, celebrating their love amidst nature's beautiful display. For George and his fiancée, this unexpected dance in the snow was more than just a moment—it was a memory they would cherish, a snapshot of their journey together, and a testament to the love that bound them.

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silverstonesainz · 4 months

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regret & whatever love is

of everything said and left unsaid frat!george x reader 2.8k words warnings: toxic relationship ; mentions of alcohol

d rambles. . . i wrote this in one sitting and i think thats super apparent but YAY, i wrote smth. this is for two requests that i received months ago, so two birds one stone. hope u like this, and as always feedback is always appreciated!!

you find that these days, it’s easier to be further from george than right by him. but that isn’t a truth you could ever cough up to.

it’s obvious though, you think as you babysit a cup of warm vodka and flat sprite. he’s on the opposite end of the room, laughing at a joke and entertaining people without you. he talks to the whole room like he doesn’t have a care in the world, truly, you’ve never seen him so relaxed. it irritates you to no end, and you almost walk over to watch the tension weave back into his shoulders, watch that stupid smile fall off his lips and remind him that you exist.

you sip on your drink, down the rest of it even if it burns. you excuse yourself from the group, walking back into the kitchen to pour yourself another drink. the kitchen island is a mess of half-empty bottles of soda and even emptier bottle of liquor. there are already three bottles pushed aside, empty, in the first hour of the post-social shenanigans. You reach for the blue bottle of plain new amsterdam vodka, pouring what you can only guess to be three shots worth before adding sprite. it bubbles, fizzes close to the brim, and you watch as the foam subsides before dripping in a little more. the soda does a shit job at masking the putrid taste of liquor, and for once you accept that.

foot steps move closer into the kitchen, followed by laughter and promises that he’d be right back. you know it’s george, you know by how light his steps are. it’s like he walks on air, floats. you don’t look up from your cup, more interested in the clear mix swirling in your cup. it washes against the stain of your lipstick, and the color doesn’t budge.

george walks around you, reaches over you, moves about like you’re not even in the room. it hurts. you turn, lean against the edge of the sticky island, bringing the cup to your lips but your eyes trained on the red stain on the dingy tiled floor. the fridge opens and closes, something is poured and another bottle added to the stash of empty ones. then you see a pair of worn brown loafers, the same one he wears when he wants to put effort, but not too much. the leather is begin to peel and you make a mental note to get him new ones.

“you okay?” george asks.

you scoff, sipping the drink again before setting it by you, “sure.”

“you wanna talk about it?”

did you? you’d been fighting for so long you aren’t even sure where to begin. honestly, you hoped it would fizzle out like all your other fights have in the past. but fizzling out means someone has to give in, and neither of you are really ready to give up having the upper hand this time around.

maybe to some, the fight was stupid. hell, your girlfriends thought so too. but they only knew of this one instance, and not the three others you’ve made a point to keep hidden. he’s a good guy, it’s an honest mistake, they said. one time is an honest mistake, but catching him talk to his ex four times isn’t.

“you want to talk about it now?” you ask, eyes wide and disbelief weaved into your features.

he shrugs, sipping on his cup before placing it on the counter. “yeah. might as well.”

you scoff again before mocking him. “yeah. might as well.”

george runs his fingers through his hair, already vexed by a conversation that hasn’t even happened. you bite down on your lip, feeling the tension begin to rise. the air is thick, dense, just like molasses. the tension oozes out into the room, drips slow and thick, sticky and hard to get rid of. the kickback happening in the next room, the messy chorus of conversation and the low hum of music, does little to break it. you shift uncomfortable, foot to foot, not sure if you should speak up first or wait on him to say something.

“i honestly forgot how we got here,” george mumbles, twisting his body in search of his drink.

“we got here because i caught you talking to sabrina again,” you say, hands coming up behind your neck and fingers reaching into the roots of your hair. you tug softly, let the soft ache distract from the one in your chest. it feel like a ball has grown in your throat when you say her name and remember the circumstances in which you found them.

to the naked eye, it looked like two friends catching up. but to you, to his girlfriend, you picked up on the glimmer in her eyes as she stared up at him. you notice the subtlety of her body language, how loudly it screamed for your boyfriend. all of her was turned to him, leaned towards him. she looked so comfortable and so did he. he wasn’t antsy, wasn’t looking for an out of the conversation, you bet you weren’t even a thought in his mind even after you had begged him not to talk to her again.

“you’re still mad about that?”

you jaw falls open as you stare up at your boyfriend, searching for the joke and the punchline. but his face doesn’t waver that way. instead his brows furrow and his lips pout. both your expressions, though different, ask the same question: you can’t be serious?

“of course i’m fucking mad about it george,” you say through your teeth, “why wouldn’t i be when i asked you not to talk to her anymore.”

you see a ghost of a smile on his lips, but it’s hidden as he brings his cup up to his mouth. he shakes his head into his drink, exhaling loudly through his nostrils. it’s clear he doesn’t take this as seriously as you do. you watch him drink, the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down as he gulps whatever is in the red solo cup. you wait even though you want than to push the bottom of the cup up and watch its contents drip onto him. you’d love nothing more than to watch his perfect white t-shirt get stained with alcohol, watch his face contort in anger because then maybe he’s feel just an ounce of what you do.

“i haven’t talked to her since,” he finally says, crossing his arms. “if it’s any consolation.”

“it’s not. of course it’s not, are you kidding?” you push your fingers through your hair, inhaling sharply. you fill your lungs until it hurts, exhaling loudly before releasing the grip on your locks. “you don’t even care, do you?”

“of course i care—“

“just not enough?”

he presses his lips into a thin line, nostrils flaring. he breathes in through his nose, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to suffocate the irritation rising in his chest. “i fucking care. i just don’t see what the big deal is.”

“the big deal is, is she’s your ex george. she’s your ex girlfriend who is so clearly still into you. and i’ve asked you not once, but three time to stop entertaining her and you still do!”

“sabrina is not into me.” you shake your head when he says it, speaking over him immediately. “sabrina is definitely into you.”

george huffs, “so what? you want me to ignore her?” you blink, hard, before nodding your head. your eyes are wide, lips agape, and a crease in your forehead wondering if he’s really asking that ridiculous question. “it’s rude.” he says.

“i could give a shit,” you reply quickly.

he digs his tongue into his cheek, nodding his head as he looks you up and down. “well i give a shit. i wasn’t raised to be fucking rude to people, and i sure as hell am not gonna start just to appease this delusion you have in your head about me and sab.”

you freeze, the words render you stiff. your heart falls apart, falls at his feet piece by piece. tears begin to brim at your eyes. you wonder if he regrets it, you can’t tell as he hides behind his cup.

“i should smack the shit out of you,” you whisper, voice quivering.

george scoffs, unamused, as he empties the cup down his throat. “yeah, maybe.”

tears blur your vision before falling onto your cheek. you have to turn away when you hear another set of footsteps walk into the room. you make quick work to wipe away any evidence of heartbreak, listening to george ask one of his brothers how it’s going. you fumble for your drink, bringing it up immediately to take another gulp of it. you see pierre just above the rim of your cup, his back to you as he talks to george.

pierre turns to you, smiling, “hey there,” he greats. he extends his arm to you, and you lean into his side for a brief hug. you avoid looking up at him, and when he releases you, you take george’s cup and move to the opposite end of the island. you try to play the doting girlfriend, the girlfriend who knows him so well, well enough to know that his cup is nearly empty. you refill his drink— vodka and mountain dew. you feel george watch you, half paying attention to whatever it is pierre is talking to him about. you don’t meet his gaze, instead reach for the blue labeled bottle of vodka and pour another shot or two in your half empty cup. you take a sip. it tastes terrible.

you hand george his cup, leaning by him against the counter while he and pierre converse. he doesn’t put his arm around you, or even kisses your forehead like he always does. he just mumbles a thanks and looks at his brother. and though his arm presses against yours, it feels like he’s miles away. you both stand there, even if your hearts had already left the room. you felt empty, a shell of a girl you both loved.

pierre eventually leaves, returns to the kickback that had picked up since you and george had found yourself stuck in the kitchen with even bigger problems than you led yourself to believe.

you return to your spot on the kitchen island, back still to him. your elbows rest on the counter, hands supporting your head as you allow yourself to let go of the tension you’d been holding. you cry softly into your palms, letting the tears smudge the makeup around your eyes. you’d look crazy by the end of this, but maybe you always did anyways. george calls your name softly, slightly defeated and maybe even resigned. you wipe your fingers against your eyes, wipe away the tears and the mascara that fell with it. you use every clean bit of finger to wipe your eyes until it no longer leaves streaks of black on your skin. then you turn to george, who looks a little more guilty than moments earlier.

“i’m sorry.” he says.

“you always protect her,” you stammer softly, “you always find a way to defend her and make me feel fucking crazy george. you always do this.”

“because you worry yourself over nothing!”

“it’s not nothing!”

alex walks in, and you both have to bit your tongue. he must’ve felt the tension in the room, because he only smiles over at the two of you before grabbing an unopened box of seltzers from the fridge and a stack of unused red cups.

“we’re uh,” alex clears his throat, “we’re playing rage cage, if you guys want to come.”

“yeah man,” george’s lips curve up, almost a smile, “we’ll be out in a sec.”

alex nods before walking out. you wait until his footsteps drown in the music before continuing.

“it’s not nothing,” you start again, softer this time, “it’s not delusion, even if you want to believe it is. i know she’s into you, a girl always knows.”

“we’ve been broken up for nearly a year,” george is so clearly exasperated, growing tired of the topic. you see it in his green eyes, in the way he presses his lips into a thin line.

“doesn’t mean she stopped caring about you.” you sniffle. you look up at your boyfriend, who has his gaze cast down at his beat up loafers. he is probably looking at the creases in the leather, the threads holding it together beginning to fray. maybe he’s even acknowledging he needs a new pair. “do you still care about her?”

his body goes rigid. and he opens his lips to give you the answer you want to hear but then he bites down on the words. his head coils back slightly, and his face grimaces because he can't say it. for whatever reason, for every reason, he can’t say that he doesn’t.

but he should’ve said it. he should’ve been sure, shouldn’t have left a second of space between your question and his answer.

you whimper, the tears come back. “oh my god,” you whisper.

you have to walk out of the room, you have to get out of the space and find way to breathe. you can hear george calling behind you, following you with heavier footsteps. no one notices you walkout of the house, but they do notice george. you try to close the door behind you, but he catches it before it can slam shut. he reaches out for you, fingers curling around your arm and pulling you into his chest. you can feel the words vibrate in his chest and into you. i don’t, i don’t, he chants. i’m sorry. i swear i don’t. he holds onto you so tightly, and you find it hard to slip away from him no matter how hard you try. you push and writhe, but george holds on. but you get away, panting and red in the face.

you stand with a bit of a distance between you two. you find it easier to be further from george than right by him. it’s easier to breathe, easier not to hate him or yourself. distance might make the heart grow fonder but not here. between you and george, distance makes the relationship bearable. but love isn’t supposed to be this way. love should make the distance hurt, it should make standing a foot away from him burn your skin. but to you, a foot of space isn’t enough.

george takes a step forward. you take a step backward.

the words, the tension, the soft admittance that a bit of space might be beneficial for the both of you is stuck in your throat. but the tears, the tears keep falling. they fall and fall and fall, dripping onto your chest.

the guilt, the regret, is evident in george’s face, even more so now than you had ever seen. “i’m sorry.” he stutters.

this is the part you’re supposed to say that you know, that it’s okay. but it’s not. it’s not okay. you know he’s sorry, but you also know that nothing about the last fifteen or so minutes is okay.

“i’m sorry.” he says again.

“i know.” your voice breaks.

is this even love anymore?

“i’ll— i’ll block sabrina. i won’t speak to her, i’ll be rude to her, fuck whatever it takes. i’m sorry baby, you have to know how sorry i am.”

maybe this is love. a skewed, fucked up version of love that works for you and george. maybe that’s why you hold on, because it works. even if it’s toxic and wrong and goes against every single thing written about love, even if it’s a kind of love that needs the threat of leaving to find a bit of compromise— it works.

“don’t put me in the position again george.” your voice barely carries above the wind. but george hears it, nods profusely when he does. “please.”

“i won’t,” he reassures.

you should’ve said it was over. you shouldn’t have given him another chance, because you’d already given him one too many. and you know what this will all succumb to, you’d been down this road before. maybe you’ll regret this one day, when george will say things he’ll apologize for when its too late, and talk to a girl you’d already begged him not to. one day you’ll regret walking back into his arm and accepting that maybe this is what love ought to be: a lot of heartache and just enough compromise to quell it.

george holds you so tightly you struggle to breathe. you drown in his scent, in his hold, and in the threat of all this coming back to punch you in the face. you drown in regret and whatever love is supposed to be.

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charlewiss-writes · 1 year

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treat you better / george russell

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day 12: special (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 0.7k

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: he's been dying to show you how special you could feel with him by your side. if only you would stop dating idiots that waste your time, he thought.

warnings: not proofread!

author's note: tried to write this as quickly as possible to post before the day ended. i still like it!!! hope you like it too<333 don't forget to leave a comment!

"remind me again, why are you crying for that bastard?"

you were weeping against his chest, while he gently caressed your hair trying to soothe the heartache. you and your boyfriend had broken up for the hundredth time. or at least that's how george saw it.

"he's my boyfriend, george" you managed to say through the softs sobs that were still scaping your mouth. he furrowed his brows, making a confused face that you couldn't see, due to you being pressed against his torso. "didn't you just tell me you broke up?"

"yeah, but I still love him"

'but how could you? after everything he did" he took your silence as a cue to keep asking, but now with a more soft tone. "why would you?"

after his sudden comment, you separated from him, now feeling weirded out by his -apparently unreasoned- outburst. "i don't know, george. all that bullshit of 'the heart wants what it wants' i guess". he huffed, clearly not satisfied with the answer he got, and instead got up from the couch to get some water. on his way, though, you saw how hard he was clenching his fist, making they seem almost white. after drinking a bit, he answered.

"that's bullshit".

"how are you so sure?"

now seated again beside you, he replied, trying to catch your eyes that where looking directly at your hands. "I know your heart. it's not that dumb."

you finally complied, looking directly at his blue eyes. "where are you going with this?". he got closer and offered the glass of water where he had been drinking from. "you know where".

"actually, I don't" with a ironic smile, you said. "please enlighten me, russell."

"i could treat you so much better".

letting the glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa where you two were currently in, you tried to avoid his gaze. "we're not having this conversation again".

"cause you know I'm right".

frustrated, you almost yelled at him, regretting it almost instantly. "cause you know why you aren't!". he wasn't actually trying to make you mad, so instead he tried to crack a joke that would ease the quickly growing tension that floated in the air. "I could do an entire powerpoint presentation on why we could work out" after not receiving an answer, he continued. "i would drop everything for you".

"and that's exactly why we won't work out" you said sincerely. the british driver had confessed one time, while drunk, that he would quit everything if that meant even the smallest possibility of you two getting together. you knew that he was only joking, he wouldn't actually do it, but even the smallest chance lf it actually happening scared you. how could you ask so much of him? being part of the f1 grid was always his dream, even since you started to know him back when he was in his karting days. you could never even think about him leaving everything for you. even if it was a joke. "i don't need you to".

"you know what I meant. I'll do anything you ask me".

after being seated face to face, too far away to actually touch eachother, you got a bit closer so you could rest your head against his shoulder. "can you just hold me tonight? we'll figure it out tomorrow, george". he hummed, appreciating the new point of contact, and closed his eyes.

now with his arm engulfing you in a hug and your head too close to his neck, where you could smell his perfume. you could feel the vibrations in his throat when he started talking again. "yeah yeah, i'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought this out to you today. it's just that, I know you deserve to be treated better, cause you're special, y/n. and I would try every day to be worthy of you, of your love". you two didn't say anything else for a while, leaving you to enjoy the contact between your bodies and think about what he had said. after all this time, you still couldn't understand why he kept putting up with you. so you asked. "why are you so good to me?".

"that's what friends are for, right?"

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cutielando · 2 months

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old money ~ george russell

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synopsis: Y/N and George are everyone's favorite couple, and everyone seems to think they just scream old-money romance

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f1version · 1 year

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SOME GUY ★ GR63

pairing: george russell x fem!reader (she/her)

summary: You and George decide to start soft launching your relationship after your birthday.

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russellsppttemplates · 15 days

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Omg I’m a little bit tipsy just now but could we have like tipsy reader and sober dad driver at a party and the kids are loving it cause mums letting them get McDonald’s in the way home

Note: being tipsy is the best way to be drunk (I hope that makes sense without making me look weird), and especially when it's beer tipsy! 👀

Cw: reader is tipsy!

"Off you go, darling, I'll make sure the kids are strapped in!", George said as he made sure you were buckled in and safely inside the car with your belongings.

The party was for one of your good friends and you had a blast. Whether it was the constant drinks being offered, the fact that George said he'd drive you and the kids home or the fact that, after having three babies, your metabolism changed, you found yourself a little bit tipsy. So far, the kids just thought you were extra funny as they missed you grabbing some water for the way.

"McDonald's is open 24 hours, isn't it?", you mused as George turned the blinker on, "I think is is, darling, do you want it?", he asked.

"I knew there was a reason why I married you", you smiled as you turned around to you could face the kids, "do you want some McDonald's, my loves?", you asked as they cheered.

"Really? We are going to McDonald's right now?", Olivia was the first to question it as Arthur hit her thigh, whispering "she said we would, don't make her change her mind", he hissed.

"Yes, what do you want in your happy meals?", you asked around, everyone suggesting all the foods they'd like to have, "you need to be careful with your tummies because we do have to go to bed when we get home", you warned.

"You should be careful, too, Y/N", George said softly, "you were never a light weight and I doubt you'd like to become one over the toilet tonight", you husband giggled as you smiled at him.

As George pulled up to the drive-through, claiming "this group is not ready to be seen in public" after you tried to recall the orders of all the kids to tell George as if he wasn't listening like you were, you waited patiently for the line to move, "it's amazing how fast they make the food, it would take me longer to make pasta and that's the quickest thing I can cook", you pursed your lips, "you're the best, George, right, loves? Daddy is the best, right?", you asked.

Will let out a squeal, "the best, but you are too, mummy!", he smiled cheekily.

"It's going to be so good!", Arthur clapped, "and we can share the nuggets", he suggested.

"Sounds lovely, buddy", you smiled at them through the rear view mirror.

Letting kids have McDonald's way into the night grants you extra mummy points as it seems.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

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discopaddock · 9 months

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MATHS - GEORGE RUSSELL

PAIRING: george russell x non-british!fem!reader

GENRE: fluff

WORD COUNT: 549

WARNINGS: none, george is once upset

George Russell always could find something interesting in people. Even if they were random people on the street in King’s Lynn. He was curious about everyone and everything.

That’s why he found himself after his own lessons in school to help younger students in maths. It was truly easy for him, he ate at mathematics.

“So, George, let me introduce Y/N to you” was said by Miss Anderson, the maths teacher. The boy smiled a little, watching a blonde girl with a book in her hands.

“Hi, I’m George, it’s nice to meet you” he spoke, extending his hand towards her. The girl shook his hand while calling her name. He thought she was cute, maybe adorable. And maybe pretty.

“So now I’m gonna leave you two, so you can study in silence. Good luck” the woman smiled, stroking Y/N’s arm. When she left, they both sat on a bench opposite each other.

“I’m terrible at maths. I'm warning you right now” she said, making George laugh.

“It cannot be that bad,” Russell said and looked into her coursebook. “Ok, so firstly you have to…” and that's how their friendship started.

George was there when she filmed her first YouTube video and Y/N was there when he became a GP3 Series champion.

“hi champ, hope youre doing well. im in [home country] with mum finally. well see each other after holidays. happy christmas champ, love you, your Y/N xx”

He really adored her. Especially her texts and voice. He sometimes caught himself that he was even watching her YouTube videos, which were filmed in [your native language], just to hear her voice but he never had told her about it.

“Hey Y/N, I'm happy to hear that your flight was safe. Merry Christmas to you too, lots of love your G💟”

Then he was promoted to Formula 1, which made both of them endlessly happy. L/N couldn't be happier than when she was with him at the GPs.

“Hey, big G, don't be so critical of yourself” she told him with a bright smile on her face. “I'll be always proud of you, no matter what'll happen, remember that” the girl added and then lended a small kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks dollface, it's just, ugh, I don't even know! I feel powerless about all of these” he announced, taking a seat in his driver's room. The girl sat beside him and put her head on his back (she didn't care that he was all sweaty, she just wanted him to know that she was there for him). “Thanks for being with me here, dollface. You have no idea how much it means to me”

“You're welcome every time, G. Don't ever forget it”

People after seeing them both in Formula 1: Drive To Survive, started to ship them. Pics of them were like on every platform: Tiktok, Instagram, or Telegram. It wasn't something that they were expecting. Y/N and George were just friends, right? For five years of knowing each other, just friends. Nothing more or less.

Well… it was an official version, which their fans knew.

They were a couple. Since George won a championship.

The truth of their relationship was a secret, because neither of them wanted any hate that their partner could receive.

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