#GEORGEEEEEE.
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every new george pic is like a punch in the gut he looks ethereal today im dyingghhhff 😭😭😭😭
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Race ready 🇸🇬
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RUSSELL THANK U SUNSHINE YOUR P3 IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME SANE AFTER THIS RACE
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HES FUCKING INSANE HE CAN RUIN MY LIFE HOLY CRAP
i’m gonna die
#feeling like a victorian man seeing ankles#GEORGE DANIEL#the 1975#IM IN HEAT#GEORGEEEEEE#I LOVE THIS MAN HOLY CRAP
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don’t worry darlin
george daniel + xcx!stepdaughter!reader
warnings: underage drinking, mentions of alcohol but no details of actually drinking it, it’s just reader is drunk as hell ahahah,
a/n: this universe is my guilty pleasure 😭 we’re getting out of this slump! although it not as long as i wanted it to be i am still absolutely in LOVE with this one and i hope u guys love it. ty to anon who requested another george and xcx r!!!
Charli had dropped you off a few hours ago. The plan was for you to stay the night at your friend’s house along with a few friends with no drinks, no throwing up, and no late-night phone calls to George at almost midnight.
He saw your name flashing on the screen. A sneaking suspicion crept into his mind as he answered the call, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “Yes, my love?”
Your words tumbled out in a slurred, whiny voice, the telltale signs of a night gone awry. “Georgeeeeee?”
A quiet chuckle escaped him, the corners of his lips twitching with amusement. “What happened, baby?”
Your parents were typically laid-back, but even they had their limits. As a teenager, you were living life on your own terms, but tonight seemed to have taken an unexpected turn. “I don’t feel right,” you confessed, the words heavy with uncertainty.
“Did you have a drink, love?” he inquired, already knowing the answer but playing along nonetheless.
“Maybeee?” you admitted hesitantly, the admission punctuated by a nervous giggle.
A knowing smile danced across his lips. “How much?” he prodded gently, his tone laced with amusement.
You hesitated, the weight of your words hanging in the air. “Like 5? 6?” you confessed, the guilt evident in your voice.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at your predicament, a sense of mischief twinkling in his eyes. “Y/n…”
Just then, the door creaked open, your mother’s concerned voice cutting through the air. “What’s happening?” she interjected, her brow furrowed with worry.
“Your daughter is drunk,” he declared matter-of-factly, his amusement palpable despite the situation. “Where are you?” he inquired, his voice steady and reassuring.
“Claire’s house,” you confessed, followed by a soft sigh.
He got up and grabbed his keys immediately. “Okay, I’m on my way,”
You slurred a “Thank youuuu.” and he smiled as he hung up.”
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Your friend, a bit less intoxicated than you, sat beside you on the concrete steps leading up to the house as you waited for George to arrive. Despite your wobbly legs, you were already on your feet, stumbling towards George with outstretched arms. “Daddyyyy,” you slurred, a mix of affection and drunkenness in your voice.
George couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you, a mess of limbs and alcohol-induced bravado. “Awe, my love,” he responded, enfolding you in a tight embrace.
You winced as his arms wrapped around you, the warmth of his embrace contrasting sharply with the chill of the air. “I don’t feel right,” you mumbled, your words barely coherent.
“I know. Let’s go home, love,” he murmured, guiding you gently towards the waiting car.
He expressed his gratitude to your friend for watching over you before helping you into the passenger seat. With a weary sigh, you slumped against the console, your head lolling to the side as exhaustion washed over you.
After a few minutes of silence, broken only by the hum of the engine, you spoke again, your voice heavy with the weight of your intoxication. “George…”
He glanced at you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, Love?”
“I feel like shit,” you confessed, your words slurred and barely audible.
George chuckled softly. “I bet,” he replied, his tone laced with amusement.
You turned your head to the side, a feeble attempt to make yourself heard. “Have you ever been drunk, George?”
His laughter filled the car, a rich, melodious sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. “Oh, I’ve been way worse than drunk,” he admitted, his voice tinged with fond reminiscence.
You gasped dramatically, the alcohol lending a sense of theatricality to your movements. “How dare you?”
He grinned at you, the twinkle in his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the dashboard lights. “I know,” he replied simply.
“George?” you slurred, your words barely coherent.
“Yes, y/n,” he replied, pulling up to a red light.
“It’s me again!” you exclaimed, your eyes still closed in a drunken stupor.
He chuckled at your antics, a fondness evident in his gaze. “Hi, sweet girl.”
You attempted to hug him, but your movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, eliciting a chuckle from George. “Thank you for saving me,” you murmured, your words barely audible over the drone of the engine.
“Anytime,” he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he continued on the journey home.
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The occasional flicker of streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his face as he stole glances at you, nestled in the passenger seat. Your tousled hair framed your peaceful face, a stark contrast to the chaos of the evening.
He couldn’t help but reminisce about his own youthful indiscretions, the nights spent careening through life with reckless abandon with Matty and his friends. But now, with you in his care, he felt a newfound sense of responsibility.
The car hummed softly as it traversed the familiar route home, along with Lana playing softly in the background as you requested earlier. George stole another glance, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked at the innocence that still lingered in your sleeping form.
As he pulled into the driveway, he gently shook your shoulder, pulling you out of your slumber. “We’re home, love,” he whispered, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet night.
You groaned and stirred, blinking as you slowly came to. George helped you out of the car, steadying you as you wobbled on unsteady legs. Together, you made your way to the front door.
Your mother appeared in the doorway, her eyes soft with concern as she took in the sight of you leaning heavily on George for support. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asked, gentle, yet full of worry.
You nodded and smiled at her. “I’m fine, Mom. Just a bit tired.”
With a sigh of relief, she ushered you inside. George stood by and watched you two with a smile. They both helped you upstairs, one hand around George’s shoulders while the other was in your mom's firm grasp. Your mom helped you change into something more comfortable while her other half fetched the makeup wipes from your connecting bathroom. As you settled into bed, exhaustion tugged at your limbs, George and Charli lingered by your side, his hand brushing against your cheek in a tender caress. “Sleep well, my love,” he whispered his words a gentle lullaby as you drifted off into the peaceful embrace of slumber.
#the 1975#x daughter!reader#george daniel#george daniel x daughter!reader#george daniel x you#george daniel x reader
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GEORGEEEEEE
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Georgeeeeee 😭😭😭 george harrison😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 he sent a letter complaining about the releaseeeeee 😭😭😭😭 i want him to complain about his favorite things on social medias😭😭😭writing letters in the notes app like 'so sad that spotify doesnt pay their artists what they deserve' or something like that 😭😭😭😭😭
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i wrote all that not even knowing about the part where the host gives him the cards GEORGEEEEEE hes so fucking good at it BORN ENTERTAINER!!!!!
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re-reading affc goes crazy like George....GEORGEEEEEE...I love you
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