#i love confused George in sunglasses

[adventuringblind]

hi!! could you possibly to a max x reader where the reader is mostly blind ( like the one with charles) because of a major traumatic incident when she was a kid and it starts off with max hating her and vice versa but then they fall in love, if she’s best friends with lando, alex and yuki that would be great too! (maybe max got jealous over something and that’s why he hates her?)

thank you!!💕

Passenger Side

Max Verstappen x reader

Genre: The beginning is a little sad and angsty, but the rest is fluff

Request: yes! I had fun writing this one because the reader is kind of sassy. I'm open for Charles, Max, Daniel, Lando, Oscar, and George.

Summary: Max hated her. Couldn't stand seeing her hanging off the guys in the paddock. Until he finds out the truth and it changes his entire perspective

Warnings: car accident, injury descriptions, Max is oblivious, Jos and his behaviors are mentioned

Notes: Third-person perspective. Please remember that blindness is a spectrum and can happen for many reasons. I am blind myself. If anyone has any questions and would like to know more, my inbox is open :)

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If he was truly honest with himself, he couldn't come up with a legitimate reason for hating her.

She's kind, smart, gorgeous, and her smile lights up the room. Yet every time he was around her, he couldn't muster up any sort of courage to talk to her.

She was always hanging around Lando, Charles, Alex, and George. The four had almost dragged him to hang out with her, but he couldn't do it.

She was always hanging off their arms. It seemed to be flirtatious to him. Maybe that's what annoyed him.

She's clumsy, touchy, and never goes anywhere on her own. Was he jealous? Probably. But he wasn't about to admit that to anyone.

She seemed to run into things far too often for it to be a coincidence. Maybe it was her way it flirting. If that's the, he was better of staying away. He'd never been one to find that attractive.

She wears sunglasses almost every time he sees her. Unless they’re inside in a darker space.

He didn't understand her, and yet he constantly felt intrigued to know more.

It was an off day in the summer. Max and Lando were doing some sim racing together when the topic of the girl came up.

"I see you make eyes at her all the time. Would it kill you to say hi?"

Max nearly winced. Grateful this wasn't a stream or his strange infatuation and simultaneous dislike if this girl would be found out. "She's just so strange." Was all he could come up with on the spot.

The Brit laughed at him. "Strange? How so? Explain to me how she is stranger then you."

"She runs into everything constantly."

Lando only laughed harder.

"She's always clinging onto someone's arm."

His laughing was irritating him now.

"and she always wears those stupid sunglasses- Why are you laughing so hard?!" Max shouted into his headset.

Lando could hardly breathe. He was laughing so hard. His mouth is not able to form coherent words.

"Mate!- she's blind!" He finally managed, trying to get air back into his lungs.

"She's what?"

"She can't see. Well, she can a little bit, but barely anything really."

Max's entire facade fell apart right before him. Like a tarp being pulled out from underneath his mental walls.

Every reason he found not to like her is because she's blind.

Lando took pity on Max. Obviously, he's clueless. Now is his chance to be the best wingman Max never asked for.

~

The next GP was too hectic for Max. Mostly because he was finding every reason to avoid Lando. The boy finding it neccecary to make him meet her.

Max felt like a ninja. Marketing though he'd been replaced. Christian was confused at why Max kept hiding behind the cars. His PR manager was convinced he'd contracted a virus. Everyone was confused.

Lando, on the other hand, was not. He knew exactly what was going on.

"I don't understand why we're by the redbull garage." She asked him. The female holding his bicep loosely to let him effectively guide her.

"We're waiting for Max. I have something for him." Little she know it was her.

"And you felt the need to drag me all the way over here for this? Yuki was showing off somthing he cooked." She exaggerated a frown.

"Relax, you'll get to eat his food again."

"I may not be able to see very well, but I can hear your eye roll." Then the two started giggling.

Max had popped around the corner to see the two distracted. He decided to risk getting into his driver room. Darting speedily around the objects.

"Max!" Lando's voice made Max freeze. Grimacing at the thought of having to deal with whatever Lando was planning.

He made his way over to the pair. "What brings you over?" He tried to ask cheerily, but it came out more broken than anything.

He felt nervous. But why?

"I'm delivering a note from Daniel." Lando's cheeky smile did not go unnoticed by the Dutch. His hands dramatically search his pockets. "Damn, I think it fell out while I was changing."

Lando taps the arm of the girl holding onto him. "Are you okay waiting with Max while I go and get it?"

She nodded her head and smiled understandingly at her friend. Lando stands directly in front of Max, removes her hand from his arm, and places it on Max's.

"I'll be right back!" He yells while jogging back the direction of the McLaren paddock.

"Sorry about this. I understand if you're busy. You can point me in the direction of the nearest fence, and I'm sure I'll manage just fine." She smiled again reassuringly. She sensed his unease the moment her hand made sontact with him and his muscles tensed.

"No, it's alright, I was just going to hide somewhere." He confessed.

"Understandable. People tend to be nosy." They were walking now. Max is trying to get her out of the middle of the walkway. Trying and sort of failing.

He could hear her feet tapping the ground at each step. Humming every occasionally to herself.

"I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Max."

"You can ask if you want."

Max was taken off guard by the question. So much so that he almost ran himself into the approaching wall. "Ask you about what."

She laughed and put a hand on the cold metal of the garage. Now facing Max without him having help her. His confusion about her growing g steadily. "About my eyes."

She was still wearing her sunglasses. Despite the overcast weather. He wanted to see her eyes. He read people through their eyes. It's how he could tell what kind of mood his dad was in.

Then it hit him. That's why he'd hated her. He couldn't read her because he couldn't see her eyes. In a way, he was blind to how she was feeling and reacting to things.

"Can I see your eyes?" It was almost a whisper. His tapping his things in anxiousness.

"It's kind gross, but sure." She slowly removed the glassed and lifted her head upwards. His gaze memorizing eyes aspect he could.

One of her eyes was glassed over by a mix of yellow and red. The pupil is a shade of cream white. The other was clear aside from the pupil looking mildly foggy.

She didn't tell him the story that day. Mainly because Lando had come running back, a piece of paper clutched in his hands. "I'm back!" They heard him yell in the distance.

"Let me take you on a date." The words fell out faster than his brain could prosccess what he was saying.

"Sure."

~

Max still laughed at himself for falling for Lando's master plan. Though he kept the blank piece of paper in his pocket as a reminder of what his friend did to get him here.

The two had been on a handfull of now. It was fun exploring different areas with her on his arm.

The boys who had been guiding her for years now made sure he was properly trained. Three of them were getting protective of their visually compromised friend, unlike Lando, who was squealing about how cute they looked every chance he got.

Now it was winter break. Max had invited her to stay with him in Monaco. An invitation she graciously accepted.

She'd yet to tell him about her story. The traumatic and sudden loss of her vision.

Max had only asked once. When she told him it was hard to talk about, he respected that she would tell him in her own time.

That time was coming sooner than she planned.

Max wasn't able to get her from the airport. But Alex had been on his way to spend time with Lando, so he'd offered to be her traveling partner.

It had gone well. The plane ride was smooth. The night traffic made the car ride easy.

When the light turned green at the intersection, the last thing either was expecting was to be t-boned by a drunk driver.

~

Max thought she wasn't coming. He'd tried texting her but received no response. Even Alex wasn't picking up the phone.

She'd texted him that she was safe on the ground and would be there soon. That was three hours ago.

He was starting to worry. Panic even.

So he did the next logical move and called Lando. Praying that his friend had heard something.

It didn't take long for him to answer the phone. "I was just about to call you." Max hadn't heard Lando's voice quite so frantic in a while.

"What going on?"

"There was an accident. They're both at the hospital."

~

Max was driving as fast a caution would let him. He agreed he'd meet Lando there. Both of them hoping to see their friends safe and breathing.

Lando was waiting for him out front. He didn't want to face either of them alone. Unsure the correct way to act in this situation.

The next thing they knew, a nurse was leading them back to where their friends were.

Alex was upright and attentive. Stitches lined a few places on his face. doctors are doing a few tests to make sure there's no internal damage.

Y/N was unconscious, but the moniter tracking her heart was beeping steadily.

Max was at her side instantly. Assessing the damage he could see. The nurse followed him in. Getting a few vitals from the sleeping figure.

"She has a concussion and a few broken ribs, but she'll be fine." The nurse smiled reassuringly at him.

"Why's she unconscious then?" He'd finally gotten to understand her. He didn't want to lose that yet.

"Every time she woke up, she started panicking and hyperventilating. The doctors felt it best to put her under and let her rest." Then the nurse left him alone woth her.

Later, Max, Lando, and Alex were discussing it. Alex had been discharged and could leave whenever he wanted, but the three felt the need to stay until she woke up.

"The truck hit the passenger side of our car. That's probably why she was panicking." Alex pointed at making Lando nod in agreement.

Max's confusion was visible on his face. "Wait, has she not told you?" Asked Lando."

"Told me what?"

"How she lost her vision."

~

The two boys had refused to tell Max the story. Claiming it wasn't their place. Max respected that, but he was growing more and more curious.

Lando and Alex had left him an hour ago. Alex was exhausted and in need of a new shirt. The one he was wearing now stained with the excess blood from his head wounds.

When she woke up, the heart moniter started to beep faster. Alerting Max that something was wrong.

He gently grabbed her hand and placed it on his arm. Leaning over the bed so he could talk quietly.

It was odd how her hand on his arm had become a comfort for him. He wasn't sure if it was for hers, but he was panicking and needed to do something before she could hyperventilate again.

"It's okay, you're safe now." He soothes. His free hand now stroking the top of her head.

Her breathing calmed down at hearing his voice. "Is Alex okay?" She rasped. Her throat dry from her previous panicked shouts.

"Yeah, he went with Lando. He texted, saying he was safe at his apartment."

It was quiet for a moment before he heard her sigh. "I need to tell you what happened."

Max just shook his head to show he was listening. Grimacing at the horrific details she recounted to him.

There had been a massive crash. Six cars were involved. Her family had been innocent. Yet they suffered the most.

Their family car had landed on its side. Two cars landing on top of it. One crushed the front with the impact, killing both her parents. The other landed over the top of her. Oil leaked out from the bottom of the car, finding its way through broken glass of her mirror. The strong, smelling liquid getting in her eyes.

She screamed, trying to wipe it away as it burned her. Only to push it farther in and make it worse. She had been on the passenger side that day. Waiting thirty minutes for them to get her out safely.

She woke up alone in the hospital. Her parents and vision both gone.

Lando and her hand been friends. So she went to stay with their family. His parents let her into their home like she was their own.

When the car crashed into the passenger side, she was transported back into that moment.

Now she's here, with Max, his voice pulling her into a sense of security.

~

It didn't take long for her to be discharged after that. Max sent a quick message they the two were back at his apartment.

Max Verstappen embraced the girl he once hated. His lack of understanding eating away at his pride. But he understood now.

"I'm sorry about everything you've had to go through. I can't change the past, but I can be here for you in the future." He leaned his forehead against hers. The innocent affection communicating everything.

He knew how she was feeling through other signals. When blotchy tears rolled down her cheeks, he could feel every emotion rolling through her body. Finally able to get closure on what had happened so long ago.

"I love you, even if you can hardly see me, I love you."

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[verstppism]

Boy's Talk (About You) - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - take me anywhere but home

word count: 1957

masterpost.

synopsis everyone has their secrets, a group chat formed by charles leclerc, pierre gasly, alex albon, lando norris and george russell knows all of them. the 'kill the grid' chat has only one purpose: gossiping about other drivers' lives, romantic and social

or, a casual chat leads to charles confessing a crush on max, who's has been his rival since childhood

If Charles was still half asleep, the iMessage notifications coming from Max definitely woke him up. All the nervousness and anxiety from last night made sense: Max was leaving Brazil and his girlfriend to spend New Years in Monaco. But what were his intentions behind such a sudden decision? If Max really broke up with her, then he wouldn’t be texting the older one on a cold December morning. Or would he? Max Verstappen was a confusing person. One night, he says he’s not happy with his girlfriend, the other he goes on a private padel match with his ex-rival. Things seem to go well between them.

It’s when he posts a photo with his girlfriend after the race that tears everything apart. Still in his racing suit. Messy hair. Still sweating. Everything that belonged to Charles and to him only. In fact, Max was his. Who does she think she is? Charles only thought about how he could talk so casually about Kelly right before calling him “Charlie” and pushing him as far away from Lance as possible in the sprint podium. It was driving him insane — More than he already is. After eternal minutes discussing his own love life and its frustrations, Charles notices he left Max on read, he had accidentally opened the app and his conversation with the other one.

“charlie: good morningg “

“charlie: i am! are u okay? “

Charles was really at a loss at words, so he decided to pretend that he didn’t know where Max was nor that he was a few meters from the blonde’s house.

“maxiee: yeah “

“maxiee: just had a little change of plans and came back to monaco “

“charlie: oh really? “

“charlie: did anything happen or? “

“maxiee: can we talk about this in person? “

“maxiee: we can go to that café you mentioned in the padel match “

He… Remember. Their meeting (date?) was months ago, and he remembers it. Something he slightly mentioned once in a lifetime, and he recalls it in perfect detail. Charles wonders if Max remembers everything that pondered his mind. He asks himself if he recalls their discussions back in their karting days, or when they slowly started to use pet names for the first time. In the end, did Max realize that they were made for each other, even though they were predestined to fight for a whole life?

“charlie: of course! what time? “

“maxiee: im just getting ready, i’ll be there in a couple minutes “

“maxiee: nothing is too far here “

Charles giggles at the last message, like he always did when he exchanged messages with his beloved. After all, it was more of a date orchestrated by Max — he is good at setting up dates so subtly. Or maybe Charles just accepts every invite from the other. — and again, alone together. A more casual reunion this time: without any sport or anyone that could get in their way. It seemed like a dream, Charles hoped it wasn’t.

He didn’t even mind telling his friends of such an important event, just got up from his bed and quickly got ready. Casual clothing and sunglasses to go unnoticed. It wasn’t easy to go on a date in broad daylight in a city as small as Monte Carlo.

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It really didn't take long for them to meet. That little cafeteria was one of the secret gems of Monaco, hidden between beautiful historic buildings. As Charles arrived, he already could see Max, stirring coffee and sugar on the delicate little cup. He was looking down, his face with little to no emotion, more like hesitant of… something. 

The doorbell ring filled the quiet place when the older entered the place getting the other's attention, which gave a soft and kinda sad smile to him. A smile that wasn't common as the post race ones or those shared in press conferences. ‘This is not the moment to overthink your relationship with him.’ Charles thought. 

“I’m not late this time. '' Leclerc broke the awkward silence between them as he sat down. “Yeah… I mean, you live around here, no?” Max sounded somewhat different. Nervous? Sad? Reading his feelings through his face wasn’t Charles’ best ability. “So remember when I told you I would spend New Years in Brazil?” 

“Of course! I was also about to ask you about it. Why did you come back home?” He said as he sat down. Home. Not the best wording at the moment, given that he’s actually Dutch and we are somewhere around near South France. It’s what they say: ‘home is where the heart is’. “Like… Did anything happen?”

“Yeah, uh…”  Apprehensive. A worried tone filled his voice. “Me and Kelly had a little fight right after Christmas and I thought it would be better for us to part ways. She wasn’t very willing to but… Can I be honest? I was growing tired of being stuck with her.”

Stuck with her. Stuck. Max was tired. Max doesn't like her. At All. Charles felt like his chest was collapsing in the best way possible. How was he supposed to act normally and feel pity for them when butterflies filled his stomach?

“And you know, I only kept the relationship up because of her daughter…” Verstappen smiled while looking at the cup. The older’s intrusive thoughts were telling to adopt a child with that man. He was such a good dad after all! “And PR too. I think our love wasn't reciprocal… I was there for the kid and she was for the status of being a Formula One driver's girlfriend.” 

“Oh Max… That's too bad. I’m so sorry for you” A pitiful look surged on Charles’ face, trying to show empathy and not that he was going insane over all of this. “I’m sure you and her will be able to meet again.” A shy smile appeared on the younger’s face when ocean and emerald eyes met. A comfortable silence surrounded them, only the ambient sound and smell of fresh coffee filled the empty café.

“Now that we are on the topic, it may sound rude but I need to get this off my chest. I doubt you two would still be together if you didn't win in 2021.” Still apprehensive, Charles felt safe to talk shit about Max’s ex-girlfriend. When he saw the other’s eyes glitter at the comment, he was sure: the blonde has been waiting forever to do this. “You doubt? I'm 100% sure! After we left RedBull’s party she started talking about marriage, mate. Can you believe that!?” 

Minutes that felt like hours passed by. Charles and Max talked about many secrets they've kept for each other for the mere thought of “this is not something you usually tell your best friend, especially when he’s dating a person you don’t really like”. In fact, they would never get to these specific topics – mostly about relationships. Maybe both were scared of oversharing and confessing their true love, ruining it all for once. The older didn't know if delusional thoughts took over, but he felt things were getting intimate, at some point, their feet touched and so their legs proceeded to slightly intertwine. 

They didn’t even bother to order food or anything. — and so the waiters did not ask them to. Perhaps it was an obvious date to whoever passed by. When leaving, Max only paid for this coffee cup that was now cold, half drunken and long forgotten on the table. Both got so deep in conversation they forgot the world keeps spinning, and the day goes by, like they always do. Like it always happens. If you didn’t know, you would guess that they were long-distance boyfriends meeting for the first time.

It was almost dusk when they left the café. The orange-ish colors in the sky implied the sun was setting, and so Max and Charles decided to walk home. Staying side by side on a very narrow sidewalk made their shoulders brush at all times.  

As they got closer to Leclerc’s house, he noticed that Max started to tense up. Was he scared of something? Scared of leaving Charles? That reaction started to worry him but as soon as they got to the older’s doorstep he spoke up, point blank:

“I… Charlie, the true meaning behind this all-of-a-sudden meeting is that… You are the love of my life. I’m sorry for not noticing it earlier.” Max stuttered, a subtle way to let the other know it was hidden and buried deep inside with fear for years and years. Maybe even his whole life. It drove Charles insane. It’s like he was feeling every single emotion at the same time. He swore he was dying or something. The older man fought every desire to kiss him right here in the middle of an empty sideroad right in front of his house, but he knew it would appear in every headline in worldwide newspapers. “Charles ‘il predestinato’ Leclerc is found kissing Life-long rival Max Verstappen”. That is not the best way to be in the news, probably something that would end their careers or worse: their friendship. With no words left to say, Charles just hugged him tight as if he would disappear at any time. “Je t'aime moi aussi, mon amour” He said as one or two teardrops slid across his cheek.

Feeling something wet hit his shoulder, Max broke the hug but still kept their bodies suspiciously close. He held the other’s face with both big hands as their eyes met once again, but now with much more compassion. After all they’ve gone through, all their ups and downs brought them to this moment. What they’ve been waiting for. 

“Wait wait wait.” Charles popped the little bubble they builded to protect themselves from the rest of the world. “Can we get inside first? I mean, it’s very romantic to kiss in the middle of the crosswalk I know but we’re kinda famous so yeah…” Max chuckled at the comment. “Of course we can, schatje”

He unlocked the door and let Verstappen enter as if nothing almost happened a few seconds ago. “Uh… So are-” He’s interrupted by the softest of lips crashing into his own, almost cornering him into a wall like a (ironically) raging bull. For the very first seconds they are both surprised by the feeling but locked in very quickly. This kiss felt like heaven, the way both mouths swayed together felt like they were pieces to a puzzle, just waiting for it to be finally found and placed together. It was definitely not what Charles thought it would be like but it was good nonetheless. 

They only broke the kiss when there was no oxygen left in their bodies still, they stayed close, panting and hanging on by a thread of spit. Leclerc hid his face on his lover’s shoulder and started giggling, ending up with a lowkey confused Max.

“Why are you laughing?” He said, with a broad smile on his face. Charles’ laugh was contagious.

“This is so stupid. Why did we take so long to do this?” 

It all came down to them snuggling together in Charles’ bed. The moonlight that invaded the room through a slightly opened window shines in their features, giving both an godly look. After a whole day spent with Max, Leclerc seemed to forget about his friends, who might’ve gone insane by his disappearance. So he was right: when checking his phone he’s welcomed with 86 missed calls, – all coming from 4 different people – and at least 300 messages coming from his group chat, Kill the Grid. Charles opens it, doesn’t read any of the past messages and starts typing.

“charlie: guys, youll never know what just happened '' Send it.

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Heyyy so yk the series that you were doing where what it would be like to be Tom or bills daughter? Sooooo I thought maybe do one where Tom and bill both had daughters young and both moms are not in the picture and the daughters are total bffs like they are always together?? Just a suggestion I don’t know if you still do that anymore you don’t have to tho anyways bye!

(this would actually be so dope if it was real)

Mini Thems

They raised mini thems! They raised mini thems!

From birth you and your cousin were practically twins

You guys were born mere days apart, same age and everything and even as they grew up they were attached to the hip

Since Bill and Tom are identical twins their kids would most likely have a lot of the same features from their dad's

You and your cousin are confused as twins all the time and it's so funny

You guys wouldn't call yourself twins though

Bill and Tom were so surprised when they found out they were having kids at the same time

But Bill was actually so excited and Tom was just as stoked as well

Bill wanted to raise you guys side by side as well

You and your cousin have sleepovers all the time

You guys are gonna put Bill and Tom int cardiac arrest as well

You guys LOVE defying then

Oh my god and tease them about you guys having boyfriends or girlfriends?

Your dad's are freaking out and denying you guys are growing up

You guys share clothes all the time and sometimes fight about it but still lend each other stuff

More like stealing because you guys never ask, just take

You guys are the literal definition of sibling, but you're cousins instead

The Tokio Hotel Fandom loves you guys

There may be little dicks of fans but the older fans were so excited when you guys came!

So many tabloids and paparazzi were dying to take pictures of you guys

You guys were so alike that sometimes people couldn't tell y'all apart until one did something the other didn't

You guys were the center of attention and absolutely dolls growing up

On stage and off you guys were stars

Your dad's would take you guys on tour as well just because you guys wanted

Tom and Bill gave you guys whatever you could ever please and gave you everything they didn't have

Your uncle's, Gustav and Georg as well?

You guys learned how to give your dad's gray hairs from them

Gustav and Georg would babysit you guys and suddenly you were screaming bitch, ass, shit and so much more

You got your sassiness from Uncle Gustav 1000%

You guys were taken out and photographed in so many cute outfits because Bill dressed you guys to match or be the opposite and it was so cute

Tom basically made you guys mini hims when he had you guys as well

You guys were blinged out and fashionable with makeup as well when Bill dressed you guys

Tom was baggy clothes for his daughter and niece, Bill was makeup, skirts, large tea shirts, shorts, sunglasses, painted nails and bags and so much more

So safe to say, y'all raid Bill's closet a lot

You guys love spending time with Heidi as well

You guys take her dresses and clothes as well and she loves doing your guys' hair when asked

Great step mom and step aunt if I say so

Your cousin and you could talk like telepathy without words and it's so cool

Just subtle looks and you guys know exactly what the other means

You guys are one of the most iconic familial duos to live

You guys are often compared to your dad's and a lot of fans hope you guys take after them

Gustav and Georg were so surprised at first as well but actually were one of the first to meet you guys when you were born

Georg is the kill for you uncle and Gustav is the ride or die and knock a bitch out uncle

They pick you guys outta school without your dad's knowing all the time

They made you guys little mini thems for your dad's for revenge on Bill biting Georg and spraying him with hairspray

Tom was collateral as well

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[lenoraah]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦

pairing - max verstappen x reader, george russell x reader, charles leclerc x reader, f1 grid x reader

summary - when Y/n finally gets back to England, the first thing that has to happen is a dine and dish with three of her best friends

a/n - i need to write so many things and this is one of them, i really hope this chapter one is short but too short 🤍

series masterlist

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“So? No guys?”

“None,”

Gretchen and Jae groan, slouching back in their seats. They both set their cups of coffee down on the table as they narrow their eyes at Y/n.

“Guys, I’m in New York to study being a lawyer, not date around and fall in love.” The y/h/c sighs with a smile on her face as she sips her coffee.

Her sunglasses sit on the top of head, her leather jacket draped over her shoulder. She has a light smile on her face and heavily tinted lips that makes her look in change and capable.

Gretchen and Jae both have deadpan looks on faces as they look at Y/n, completely unimpressed. They were hoping that the serious and always studying girl would get changed by New York City.

“What are we talking about?” Easton sits down next to Y/n a smile on his face, completely unaware of what is going on.

“Oh nothing, just that Y/n/n here is still boring and probably still a virgin.” Gretchen rolls her eyes, playing with one of her brown curls.

“Listen, I’m at not a virgin. Haven’t been since I was seventeen.” Y/n scoffs, crossing her arms.

Jae and Gretchen hum along, pretending that they agree. Easton on the other hand is trying his best to not laugh and get weird looks by everyone in the cafe.

“I am not dating because I can’t find anyone. There, that’s my reason.” Y/n says, looking at Gretchen and Jae with a face that a mother would use.

“Well maybe we can help with that.” Gretchen and Jae share a look and Easton’s mouth opens, knowing the plan the two had plotted.

“What did you do?”

“We might’ve set up a couple meet-cutes with three F1 drivers.” Jae shrugs as she talks, saying it as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“You did what?” Y/n nearly yells, getting a couple looks from people in the cafe.

Gretchen, Jae and Easton all shush her, pulling her closer into their little circle. Y/n has her mouth open and a confused look on her face.

“Listen, we’re helping you. You’re so boring and definitely need the company of a guy.” Gretchen says quickly as she notices the cameras nearing the windows of the cafe.

“But-”

“There are cameras, are you really going to question us right now?” Jae cuts Y/n off and glances outside.

“No, let’s go.” Y/n gets her bag and stands up, getting followed by the rest of her friends.

They all nod and follow her outside, getting ready for the cameras and questions about her being back in England and her family drama.

“We are going to talk about this later.”

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #original post #original writing #original character

[serendipityeah]

THE FIRST

The moment Lewis felt he was in love with you, he also felt he was about to start a battle with his own heart. It just wasn't in his plans! When your green eyes stopped being just green eyes and became his favorite ones! Your hair became the hair he wanted to stroke every night as he fell asleep. Fighting those feelings became more difficult each second. Seeing you every day didn't make it any easier.

You and your sweet smile, saying hi to everyone, always ready to help with anything that was needed on the track! In addition to being a professional photographer, you were also a professional in making everyone fall for you! Not only in a romantic way, but in an admirable way for the amazing human being you are! Lewis was your number one fan without you even realizing it.

Lewis was resting before a photoshoot, when he saw you arriving, camera around your neck, sunglasses, wavy hair and a tight dress that made him sigh with desire.

"You couldn't be more obvious!" George said with a mischievous smile on his face, looking at you talking to Lando Norris, always friendly and smiling. He sat next to Lewis and looked at him. "I think you're the one who needs love advice right now! I didn't expect the great Sir Lewis Hamilton to be so nervous about a woman."

Lewis sighed with a smile. "I don't even recognize myself."

"What's the matter? Y/N is sweet. Super normal for you to have feelings for her! Who wouldn't? Look at her! Beautiful, successful, independent…”

"…and pure." Lewis finished, not taking his eyes off you for a second. "She's pure, genuine, young. She needs a man who treats her well, who has time for her, who can be present in every moment of her life! Besides, I already have a heavy baggage in my life! My relationship history is not the best, the rumors are countless." Lewis played with a small ping pong ball as he spoke, not meeting George’s eyes.

George leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. "But someday you're going to have to find love, man! We all have a special somebody out there in the world for us. And one thing I know, if you sit here looking at her through the window, a “no” is surely guaranteed."

Lewis looked at his teammate and shook his head. "George, she's a “little” girl! I couldn't allow myself to have feelings for her. We are exactly 10 years apart. TEN! Yet, here I am! Looking at her and wanting nothing more but to hold her. What am I doing, damn it.” Lewis mumbled, throwing his head back.

George blinked, confused. "Ok, you have quite an age gap! And? Y/N is an adult! You're not committing any crime! Lewis listen to me! I adore you like a brother! And I know that girl has a special effect on you. I've never seen you like that with any other girl! you have such a beautiful chemistry, everyone can see it! Give it a chance.”

Lewis took a deep breath! "Well, it's not like i can avoid her! She's Mercedes F1 lead photographer, so..."

"And talking about photographers..." George said with a smirk, nodding towards you.

You enter the room with Toto by your side and an ear to ear smile. That damn smile.

Once you spot Lewis, you wave at him. He mimics the gesture.

George walks towards you and wraps an arm around your tiny figure. "How is my favorite photographer doing?"

You eye him suspiciously. "I don't know what you're trying to do but the answer is no!"

George rolls his eyes. " I wasn't going to ask you anything."

You nod amused. "Humhum, sure."

You walk towards Lewis and sit next to him. The smell of your perfume filling the air.

"Today we have a very interesting photoshoot to do!"

"Is that so?" Lewis asked, acting as normal and professional as possible.

"Is for a charity event, and your fans are so going to thank me for this!"

Stop smiling like that Y/N, please stop. Every little thing you do, makes me fall harder and harder.

Lewis looked at you with such an admiration, his eyes filled with genuine love for you. Never in his life he felt something so strong as this.

"You are going to pose....shirtless!"

Toto chuckled, eyeing his two racers.

"Not fair. Lewis is in his element. I've never done a shirtless photshoot." George blinked, frowning.

"My grandma used to say "there's always a first for everything!” Is for charity. Calendars..."

You wink at them.

Lewis laughs nervously. "Sure why not? Like George said, not new to me."

You took a step closer to him. Dangerously close. Your eyes met and you gave him one of his favorite smiles. "Let's start with you then!"

The first part of the photoshoot was Lewis in front of a brand new Mercedes, shirtless, only with his racing suit down his hips, and water running down his body as if it was sweat.

You grabbed your water spray bottle, and sprayed his body. By this time you were so close, you could basically hear his heartbeat. Lewis looked down at you and you gulped, watching the water dripping down his tattooed chest and abs.

Lewis couldn't look away, he was too into you. And there you were, alone, him shirtless, wet, with you only a few inches from him.

Without noticing, your hand moves to his chest, running your index finger down his skin, making him gulp. Unconscious of your actions, or not, you let Lewis rest his forehead on yours, his hand now on top of yours following your movements. And when your eyes met in a sensual gaze, Lewis pulled away, turning his back on you with a hand on his forehead.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what...what I was doing.."

Lewis took a deep breath and licked his lips, pacing back and forth.

"I...I can leave if you want. I will tell Toto that...we can do the photoshoot tomorrow or...I will find and excuse and say I am not feeling good because of the heat.."

You rambled, looking everywhere but him.

"Y/N..." Lewis called out your name.

"Now things are going to be awkward and it was my fault...I don't know what I was thinking..."

"Y/N"...

"Oh my God, how unprofessional of me..."

Lewis walked towards you and with an hand on the back of your neck he pulled you in for a breathtaking kiss.

Holding you so close, desperate for your touch, desperate for your lips, desperate for your taste. Lewis deepened the kiss, by holding your face in both of his hands, while you wrapped your arms around his torso.

Heat of the moment maybe? Not for him.

Lewis was pouring his love for you in that kiss, hoping you could figure him out. Hoping you could feel the same he was feeling.

You both pulled away, breathless, foreheads glued, the tips of your nose touching.

"I should be the one saying sorry now.." Lewis whispered.

You remained with your eyes closed, holding him.

"I wanted to do this since the first day I laid my eyes on you at the paddock."

You pulled away and looked at him, caressing his cheek. "We both know we can't". You whispered.

Lewis placed his hand on top of yours. "If you want, it's two of us wanting the same."

You shook your head. "You are THE Lewis Hamilton. I am just Y/N! You don't do public appearances with the ladies you bang. And they are a lot! You don't date! You are never romantically involved with anyone. And your love life is a book full of celebrities and models and one night stands. I don't fit into your world! You know that, I know that. So let's just, pretend this didn't happen."

You grabbed your camera and start to pack your things when Lewis holds your wrist. "

Y/N...hear me out. I am going to sound super cliche! But damn I never wanted someone so bad the way I want you. I am like a kid finding his first love. I can't even sleep knowing I will see you the next day. Damn the whole team knows how annoying I can be when it comes to you. I wake up wanting to see you! I fall asleep wanting to see you. You are different."

"I had affairs with a lot of women, yes! But never, never in my whole life, I wanted to fight for someone the way I want and will fight for you. No one motivates me more than you do, no one gives me the hugs that you do.”

Lewis was breathless as if he had run a marathon.

His hands were holding onto yours, afraid you would disappear.

"But we are ten years..."

"I couldn't care less about our age gap. I wouldn't know. The first time I laid my eyes on you you didn't have your age written on your forehead. But thank god you are older than 18!" You both chuckled, eyes filled with care and passion.

"So no, Y/N! You are not another one on my list. You are the first ever, in my life. When it comes to love...what a word...no one comes first than you."

Your chest was full of hope. Full of purpose. This man in front of you, the man you used to watch racing on TV, the man who welcomed you open arms into his team, the man you were deeply in love with, has reciprocated your feelings. It was terrifying, but made you feel so alive at the same time.

"So...Miss Y/N...do you want to be Lewis Hamilton, first ever real girlfriend?"

He whispered with a smile, biting his bottom lip.

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin with your finger.

"Well, I never dated a famous person before...."

He smirked, running a hand down your back.

"Well, My grandma used to say "there's always a first for everything!..."

#f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 grand prix #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #f1 fanfic #lewis hamilton scenario #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x reader #Lewis Hamilton #lewis hamilton drabble #f1 x oc #f1 drabble #f1 drivers

[the-offside-rule]

George Russell (Mercedes AMG) - Boyfriend Reveal

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: Y/n Horner falls in love w George Russell but they have to tell her dad somehow

Warnings: angst??

The young Y/n Horner had fallen and fallen hard for that matter but of course, it had to be Mr Saturday himself, George Russell. Y/n and George met during the second half of the 2019 season, when George's friend and fellow driver Alex landed himself a seat at the raging bulls.

George knocked on Alex's door repeatedly, wondering when his friend would answer but even after a good thirty seconds, it was clear Alex wasn't there. Why on earth was he not there? George whipped out his phone and scrolled down to Alex's contact before pressing it and waiting for Alex to answer the phone. After a few rings, Alex picked up. "Hello?" he asked. "Hello?! What do you mean hello? Where on earth are you?" George asked, slightly agitated. He'd had such a bad race and just wanted to hang out to calm himself down a bit. "I'm leaving the track right now." Alex replied. George's confusion only grew by each question answered. "Why are you still at the track?"

"Because I was talking to Y/n." George knotted his eyebrows in confusion. "Who's Y/n?"

"Why do you keep asking questions? She's Christian's daughter." Alex chuckled. George nodded his head. "Oh alright then. Any chance we could hang out anytime soon?" Alex sighed. "Not unless Y/n can come. Otherwise, no." Alex responded. "She can come, she can come." A few more moments of planning this small get together and they hung up. George was very much intrigued to see who this Y/n was. He'd obviously heard of her but he'd never actually seen her so like any logical human being, he googled her.

Up popped a few pictures but they were all blurry, so he couldn't get a proper look at her. He tried and tried to find a better picture but alas, the best he could do was a photo of her in sunglasses, just about covering the top half of her face. George decided it was time to make his way down to meet Alex and Y/n so away he went, anticipating finally meeting this fabled woman. After a while, George made it to where he was supposed to be meeting the Red Bull driver at any moment. He sat scrolling through his phone to pass the time. "Hey George." He looked up to see his friend and not too far beside him, who he presumed to be Y/n. His mind suddenly filled with thoughts about her. Why? If you saw her you would know why. "Hey Alex. Not going to introduce us then?" George laughed. "Well you both know each other but if you insist. Y/n, this is George. George, this is Y/n. Now that we have the introductions out of the way, food."

Alex walked away to go and order some food for the three of them which left Y/n alone with George. "So, Christian Horner's daughter. How eventful is that?" George asked, cringing at himself. What kind of question is that? "Pretty meh. Overrated. So, Formula one driver. How eventful is that?" she almost mocked. George smiled. "Pretty meh sometimes. Usually fun." She nodded her head. "I couldn't find any pictures of you so I didn't see how you looked before." George said, desperately trying to keep a conversation going. "Well?" she asked. "Well what?" He asked, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. "Do I disappoint at all?" He set his fork down and shook his head. "Not even a little bit." Y/n picked up her glass and leaned forward on the table. "I like you, George Russell." She smiled, sipping her drink. "I quute like you too, Y/n Horner."

George had walked by the Red Bull garage for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He was meant to just stay in the Mercedes garage but he just wanted to see his beautiful girlfriend who was almost always looking out from the garage. They would wave subtly to one another and they loved it but a problem raised in the last few minutes. George noticed Christian talking to his daughter, looking quite stern. Her eyes quickly darted over to George, silently pleading for help and he understood immediately. "Hey Christian!" George called, a smile perched upon his face. Christian turned around, now looked incredibly annoyed at George. "George! I didn't mean come here, I meant go away!" Y/n told him. George looked between both Horners. What was going on? "George, what the hell is going on?!" Christian asked. "Honestly Christian, when you figure it out tell me because I haven't got a-"

"Dad, this is my boyfriend."

Both men looked back at Y/n. Now George understood fully what Christian meant. "Oh! You meant-" Christian nodded. "Yes! That's what I meant! When did all this start?" George did all the explaining. He became nervous at times but was but to ease almost immediately as he felt Y/n squeeze his hand to confort him. "So basically, I'm in love with your daughter." Y/n bit her lip in anticipation. What was he thinking now? Christian took a deep breath in and out. "Does he make you happy?" Y/n paused before nodding her head. "He really, really does Dad." Christian shared a look with George and quickly came to his decision. "Well if he makes you happy I can't exactly break you up can I?"

"So you aren't angry?" Y/n asked. "Not at all. I'll be angry if he ever makes you sad but until then, no." Y/n's smile grew wider hearing her fathers approval. She jumped into her dad's arms and squeezed him as tight as humanly possible. "Thank you." she whispered. George looked on, his heart warmed by the scene. "I won't make her sad so I don't think I'll ever make you angry." George laughed. "We'll see when you get into the Mercedes." Christian responded, earning a nervous chuckle from the driver. "Just make her happy and I won't have a problem with you off track." George smiled down at her and curled his arm around her shoulder. As if that would ever happen.

"I'd never dream of it."

#f1 oneshots #f1 oneshot #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #george russell oneshot #george russell imagine #george russell x y/n #george russell x you #george russell x reader #george russell

[i-live-for-lennon]

I Want You

my first take at mclennon smut

nsfw, smut, fluff, paul x john, cussing

**the boys are on holiday in miami in 1964. they are left in the vacation house house alone while brian is out on the town. george, ringo, and paul are having a blast in the pool as john is fully clothed on a reclined chair reading a melancholy novel. paul takes note of john’s absence and decides to say something.**

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“mates, i’m going to check on john. you lot stay here.” ordered paul as he climbed out of the pool.

“alright macca. guess i’m just gonna have to dunk ringo under then!” george exclaimed excitedly and he lurched to ringo in the water

“what? GEO NO- BRLURPBRULP…” ringo was drowned out by the splashes from george

paul shook his head as he grabbed a towel and strutted to john, muttering under his breath “i swear i’m the only normal one here, and that says something”

even under the darkly tinted sunglasses, paul could feel john’s piercing gaze and hesitantly took the seat next to the man who was in full pants and a black sweater despite it being 90 degrees. unsure what to say, paul took an accidental sharp inhale and john’s head turned to face the nervous kid.

“why you missing out on all the fun love?” john smirked as he slowly pulled down his shades to expose his eyes. the same eyes that made paul both nervous and safe, warm yet fresh, old but new.

“oh well yknow, i just wanted to check on you since you are being more antisocial than unusua l…” paul stumbled out these words and his eyes, almost instinctively, flashed to john’s hands. “not sure if the others noticed but i saw that you keep tugging at your suit a whole lot yesterday”

“eppy got my suit too tight. i swear it’s only cause he wants to see what he’s missing” john sneered and his face turned into a more menacing stare.

paul knew it was more than the whole brian thing. paul knew john better than that. paul knew something was up. ‘i mean i have to know’ paul reasoned in his mind while his thoughts were racing ‘i have know this bloke forever and i know something is off… right??’

as paul quietly ruminated in his frantic inner monologue, john turned, confused by the silence, “you there princess? geez one time i don’t talk about music or you and you’ll just clam right up” he scoffed “yknow paul i was really hoping america wouldn’t change you. but i guess i was wrong. guess i was wrong about you…” john trailed off as he raised his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes that were welling with tears.

“john what is up?? this is coming out of the blue and YOU have been weird since we got to america. you have been isolating yourself and blame me for what you are doing? absolutely not. i know you are struggling but you need to take some accountability mate!” paul was exasperated when he said this.

“paulie, i can’t do it. i’m not pretty like you. i’m not handsome like george. and i’m not cute like ringo.” john said, defeated

“oh come off it! you know you are smart and charming and you have a wife for christs sake!”

“but cyn only married me cause i knocked her up. she doesn’t truly love me. no one does and at this rate no one ever will.”

“john that’s not the truth and you know that. cyn loves ya. and you know you should be glad. and even if she’s not the one forever, there is someone that will love you, i know it. you’re too beautiful to be ignored.”

“but paul look at me! i’m huge and my nose is terrible and my belly bulges and my voice cracks and you and i can never really love each other and-“

john’s rant was suddenly stopped by a kiss from paul. both of them pulled out of it and stared in utter shock.

paul nervously said “john god i’m so sorry. i don’t know what came over me. i just, just wanted to help-“

“oh won’t you please please help me. come on let’s talk inside. away from the children” john grabbed paul’s hand and walked him into the vacation home.

paul turned back to look at the ‘children’. george and ringo hadn’t noticed what just happened and were still splashing around. paul shook his head for two reasons: 1) he could always count on george and ringo for laugh and 2) he couldn’t wait for what was in store for him inside with john…

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as the duo walked inside they went into john’s room and paul sat on his bed. john took off his sunglasses and set them on the dresser next to portable turntable he brought for the trip. while near it, john picked an old jazz record and placed it on. with the scratch of the record, the soft music was on.

paul chuckled and john smiled when the familiar tune came on. this was a record that would constantly play at paul’s house when they were kids. john would come over for guitar lessons, trying to drown the vinyl out with their rock n roll strumming.

still rubbing the water out of his hair he noticed john take off his sweater and immediately cross his arms over stomach.

“john. yknow i think you’re perfect. yknow that.” paul said while trying to console the other man.

“no i’m really not, half of what i say is meaningless but thank you” john say next to him on the bed, blushing.

paul’s hand inched over to john’s and grabbed it. “i love you johnny. i love you so so much. every part of you. i love your snide remarks and rhythm guitar and cheeky smile. even your flaws i love. even you i love” paul confessed while looking at john’s hands, too afraid to look him in the eye.

john took his free hand, grabbed paul’s face, and held it. “macca, i don’t deserve you. but since i got you, i’ll never let you go” johns other hand tightened its grip on paul’s hand as he kissed paul.

that funny feeling was back again.

slowly, but with growing confidence, their hands ran across each other’s chests. the gentle kissing had escalated and the two were tugging at each others lips, slowly forgetting the space around them.

john laid on his back and paul climbed on top, lips never separating. paul reached to unbutton john’s shirt, but john pulled away, hands over his chest.

“john,” paul said while firmly grabbing john’s chin in his hand “don’t you trust me?”

john turned back to paul, moved his hands to paul’s waist, and nodded. with john’s approval, paul unbuttoned john’s shirt. now both were shirtless and moans and gulps of air came between the two making out.

“hey paulie?”

“mhmm?” paul hummed, not moving his mouth

“can you take off your trunks? the pool water is gonna ruin my trousers” john said, a chuckle escaping him

paul giggled and slid them off. he then helped john unbuckle his belt and open his trousers. paul stayed down there and pulled out john’s member.

paul gulped at the size and took it in. john inhaled sharply and his back arched slightly at the new sensation. paul picked up the pace and john was unsure of what to do with his hands. with a sudden surge of confidence, john ran his fingers through paul’s hair and held on tightly. john slowly pulled up and pushed down to help paul out.

“fucking hell macca” john said, breathless. both were letting moans slip, almost in rhythm with the slow jazz playing.

after a few minutes of this, paul order john to flip over. john smiled and happily obliged. john laid on his stomach and paul climbed on top again. pauls hands slithered up the johns neck and tugged.

“shit...” john breathed out

“damn. and i haven’t even done anything yet”

at this exact moment a new song came on. this one was fast and started with a bang. when the first trumpet blared paul put it in john and john lost his breath and his cool.

“for fucks sake paul! how do you-hmm- oh my god how do you do that!?” john yelped as paul picked up the pace. paul pants, circling his hips and slamming back into john.

paul’s head drops to john’s shoulder and softly bites at his neck. paul is on the verge of finishing and john can sense it. in a quick motion, john turns paul over and enters him.

“oh darling!” paul yelps but john quickly shushes him

“shhh! they might hear us dear!” john giggles while moving slowly. john goes back to running his hands through his hair.

john speeds up and paul pleads “johnny please don’t stop please…” his words lost all meaning and became loud moans

john grunted and swore under his breath. sweat dripped from his forehead and on paul’s shoulder. in a heat of the moment decision, he licked it off and paul lost all control at this point and his supporting arms gave out and he collapsed on the bed.

terrible noises were coming from the two of them as john finished in paul. john followed suit and collapsed on paul.

they breathed heavily and paul turned under john to face him. they both smiled

“god i missed your face paulie.”

“i love you too johnny boy”

**moonlight serenade by glenn miller and his orchestra swells as the two fall asleep in each others arms**

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #mclennon #mclennon smut #Spotify

[cherry-velvet-skies]

I'm bored and depressed so let's rate each of the Beatles different eras based on how they looked because I can't think of anything else that would make me happier right now 🤭💕

I'm doing this individually, and we're starting with George because where the fuck else would we start but with our resident It Girl 💅🏻

Teddy Bear (Pre-Beatles Era)

I'm not a huge fan of the Teddy Era myself but I have no choice but to respect it, as George does look good

This is the only time his hair is up instead of down during Beatles Era but it's still cute

He knew what look he wanted and stuck with it. I admire the dedication.

7/10 because if I saw him at a party or something he would definitely catch my attention

Bowl (1962-63)

I'm not a fan and honestly I don't think George was either

As we know he hated having his hair cut, and they gave him the most cringe hairstyle ever and he just had to deal with it

But since he's George and he looks cute regardless it doesn't look as bad as it should have lmao

6.5/10 because George will never receive less than a 6 he is physically incapable of looking bad. The extra half point is also because I find the unibrow quite endearing 🤭

Mop Top (1964-65)

Out of all the bowl-cut renditions this one is by far my fave

Every time I rewatch AHDN and Help! I can't get over how cute he looks

When it would get messy and become Onion Hair™️ >>> (see Beatles For Sale album cover for reference)

7.5/10 because it's cute but not my all-time favorite George era. Would definitely be an honorable mention though

Shaggy (1966)

Softest era yet tbh

This was around the time they went to India so it's very clear that George is soon going to enter his truest form

They're not pictured, but this was also the era of the tiny circle sunglasses, which were an unbelievable serve

9/10 and I want to kiss him on the tip of his nose

Spiritual Awakening (1967)

yes Yes YES

Long hair + mustache combo = hot sexy realness

I must also address the fact that I never thought facial hair was attractive until George. That's how much I love this

10000/10 absolutely perfect no complaints ever I'm in love 😍

Victorian Vampire Realness (1968)

Also known as Cherry's Gender Goals

The only era where I can say I actually look like him 😌

I feel like it's missing something with the lack of facial hair, but the difference is not that significant

9/10 based on vibes alone, and I only deducted a point because I simultaneously want to be him and be with him. This confuses me.

Get Up and Go (1969) (pls tell me you get that reference)

I hope to someday be even a percentage of how stylish this man is

The grown out shag and mustache does something to me 🥴

I watch the scene of him practicing his slide routine wayyy more than I should...

120000/10 I wanna run my fingers through his hair while we make out

Hippie Jesus (1970)

There are several versions of this look, and the ones where his hair is a bit shorter is the preferred one for me.

Here, however, he looks like a whimsical forest entity and I have a certain appreciation for that

He looks very warm and cozy and that makes me want to hug him. I feel he would give amazing hugs 🥰

7.5/10 and I want to braid his hair

Sophisticated Gardener (1971-72)

Okay. HEAR ME OUT.

I'M NOT A FAN OF BEARDS. We have already discussed that. SO WHY THE FUCK AM I SO ATTRACTED TO THIS

I do not like how hot he looks like this. It confuses me to the point that it turns me on even more.

43625749/10 I wanna lay on a blanket in his garden and make love for hours 🥵🥵🥵

Pantene Commercial Applicant (1973)

DO YOU SEE HOW GLORIOUS HIS HAIR LOOKS

Paired with a mustache and oh my god I am on my knees

He also looks amazing in hats. Any and all hats 😁

100/10 he looks majestic and I wanna know his hair care routine

Dark Horse Gender Thief (1974-75)

Alright listen here bitch (affectionate)

If I don't look like this or exude this energy at some point in my life I am going to be very upset

The BDE is off the charts and the proof of existence is irrefutable.

1000/10 he's sexy and we ALL know it. In my mind we're kissing on the mouth but whatever 😤

Crackerbox Poodle (1976)

soft bby

wanna have tea and cookies with him (I don't even like tea but I would do it for him)

cuddles and blankets on cold winter days ftw

10/10 he would get me out of a depressive episode when no one else could 🥺💕

Permalicious (1977-78)

Dilf (Literally. This was around the time Dhani was born)

Not a huge fan of perms but he still looks cool

The was also the continuation of the cardigan era from '76 so let's just say now I'm picking up on some hipster vibes if you know what I mean

9.5/10 I'd let him take me on a museum date and then to an overpriced coffee shop (I don't like coffee either but you get it). Would probably make out with him too.

Mullet Dad(dy) (1979-80)

Hawaiian shirts and tacky necklaces we love to see it

THE EARRINGS OH MY GOD THE EARRINGS

He was so handsome in this era AND FOR WHAT

10/10 I'd sleep with him if he wanted me to

Inverted Bowl (1981-83)

George bby what happened

Like Bowl but spiky(?)

Doesn't look terrible but it was the 80s what do you expect

7/10 and those points are mostly coming from the pattern on the shirt and the overwhelming dilf energy

Long Lost Full House Character (1984-85)

This look is so 80s but I'm not mad at it

I didn't like it at first but the more I stare at it the more I fall in love with it

That could just be the power of George regardless of what he looks like but are we really gonna act surprised about that

50/10 he would 100% be able to seduce me by doing absolutely nothing

Oof (1986)

Teddy Boy? More like Teddy Middle-Aged Man 😳

Babe what did you do

Still got a cute face but I don't know what to make of this hairstyle

7/10 this one and Inverted Bowl are in a race to the bottom lmao

Author's Photo at the End of the Book (1987)

The dilfiest dilf to ever dilf oh mY GOD 🥴

He looks like a college professor and when I tell you I would have PERFECT attendance (there's a fic on AO3 about that if you're interested)

When I say I like older men THIS IS WHAT I FUCKING MEAN

36842957/10 Making love to this man would be one of the best experiences of my life. I've never wanted to fuck a man in his forties so badly PLEASE he would make me feel so loved and appreciated I JUST KNOW IT 🥵

Nelson Wilbury (1988-90)

You already know (Dilf)

The End of the Line and Handle With Care MVs are something that can be so personal

He could talk to me about trees for hours and I would never get bored

13498275/10 We're fucking and then taking a hot bath afterwards sorry I don't make the rules

Businessman Couture (1991-93)

If you saw the previous rating of this era no you didn't

I don't know what I was on he's so fucking hot

He still looks like a college professor but I'm not gonna pretend for one second that I ain't into that shit

49527428/10 I orginally had this at a 6.5/10 and I feel like I have to apologize to some higher power out there for the carnal sin I committed. I should've chosen a photo from 1992 specifically but I didn't and I feel that was a mistake. He has ruined my standards for men.

Cool Guru (1994-97)

The long hair has made a comeback I love it so much 💕

Literally has the most warm and welcoming energy I have ever seen. If he hugged me I would probably start crying

Seems like he would enjoy those sweet romantic park lunch dates 🥰

9.5/10 I would take a meditation class with him

Wholesome Dad (1998-∞)

Deserves all the love and appreciation

Would definitely be constantly creating new recipes for the food from his garden

He knew the real meaning of life and we all could learn a thing or two from him

100/10 the vibes are immaculate and I wish I could give him a hug 🥺💕🥰

#This took me way too long lmao #I will do the other members at some point don't worry #Tag yourself I'm Dark Horse Gender Thief for obvious reasons #george harrison #the beatles #beatles #ringo starr #john lennon #paul mccartney

[lazybakerart]

and what of your favourite Steve outfits? :-)

thank you for giving me the chance to answer the important questions.

this will be from s1-3 because, sadly, s4 was cancelled. i too am confused by netflix’s sudden decision.

as always, we have to do the Honorary Mention first - steve's rendition of tom cruise.

we don't see steve in mostly black. or black at all. he's a polo guy. a preppy jock. bright colors. soft pastels. jeans that hug in just the right places to wobble on the improper but highly appreciated line. this look is cut. it is fine. it is hot enough to burn his bridge with his girlfriend and childhood best friend with benefits while building another for a random slice of blond beefcake who's already rearing for a fight/smooch. a black blazer and a tight black tee with the sunglasses to push it into the ooooh hello level.

now lets get to it.

TOP FIVE STEBEN OUTFITS

#5

two-scoops baby

you can't talk about steve's outfits and not talk about his iconic sailor boy uniform. yeah, i get why some people weren't into it, but i am and i'm right. it is, top to bottom, ridiculous. while s3 shied away from the classic 80s short-shorts and crop tops that were so popular for men, especially in the summer, a decision that i take very personally, the trade off was steve in a lil sailor outfit for 99.9% of the season. from the cap to the handkerchief tied in a bow around his neck to the striped shorts, steve is rocking his minimum wage uniform. the only unrealistic thing about it is steve being unable to find a date while wearing it. don't you tell me mr. jazzercise wasn't eyeballing this cutie. don't you lie to my face, duffles.

#4

mr. cuddles

the sweater. the khakis. this is the look. this is steve at his coziest. a little bit of that prep-life in the khakis + a whole lot of being in love in a sweater that undoubtedly makes him itch like hell, but it doesn't matter. he has his girl. life is good. he's not about to be cheated on and dumped. he has his cozy sweater and dreams of a nightmare roadtrip with six children a la the brady bunch. this is a meeting of two different parts of his life, the transition from his previous King Steve persona to lovey-dovey boyfriend who's going to wear the shit outta that holiday sweater. you bet your ass he baked slightly burnt sugar cookies for this shindig. 

#3

regina george wishes

preppy steve is everything. he’s bitchy. he’s slutty. he’s out to get laid, get high, and fall in love and god does he just want to be loved so bad. in later seasons, we lose the preppiness that was so apparent in the first, but that just means we have to appreciate all that we’ve lost and that means this iconic look of prep steve. the khakis that tell all. the tight polo that clings. he is spreading rumors. he is telling nasty lies. he is promising to take a girl to prom and ditching her for a better deal. this is steve at his most Regina. he’s taking no prisoners. he will ruin lives over a scuffed shoe. he’ll laugh in the face of anyone who tries to talk to him. he’s jealous and bitchy. he’s awful. he’s adorable. he’s both the King and the Queen. top of the food-chain steve is fun and awful and wears his polos like a crown.

#2

who doesn’t love a vest

a dyed denim vest (if my eyes aren’t lying to me) - girl. yes. the striped sleeves and this colorful little number on top of a pair of dark denim jeans? steve watched his beefy blond rival boyfriend die and said, yeah, he’s gonna step up and pick up the tight-tight jeans mantle. this is the epitome of Fun Dad that we get with steve. from the bright colors to the unbuttoned vest to the blond highlights in his hair. peak summer steve. he’s out to get tan and find a committed relationship that can last from one night to fifty years. not so different from his s1 persona, putting effort into his clothes and his hair - he will look the best out of everyone, he plans, he prepares, he sprays and lathers, he color codes his look - only, now, he’s just a little less of a dick.

#1

the iconic, the classic, the only

the transition from preppy polos to more plain, less attention-grabbing clothes reflects what’s going on with steve. he’s no longer interested in being Top Dog, no matter how much a beefy blond tries to bark his way up steve’s tree and into his pants. this is steve taking a step back. a neutral bomber jacket and a plain dark t-shirt paired with 80s jeans that could only be more 80s if they were acid wash. this is a steve whose self reflected, whose heart is hurting, who isn’t interested in being King Steve anymore. he’s stripping back and taking a look at himself. who is he without his polos. without his girlfriend. he wants to be a better person. he wants to be more than his clothes and his reputation. it’s a down to earth look and i love it. this is peak s2 steve who’s complicated, dealing with an aching heart, he’s searching and trying to be brave for himself and for others.

#replies #steve harrington #harringrove #overtones XD #im not as into steve's clothes as i am with billy #but!!!

[reservoirreputation]

I have a problem called Harvey Keitel, but damn do some of the movies he stars in sound real fuckin depressing.

AND. THEN.

I spot 'Two Evil Eyes'

SO GET THIS

it's got Harvey in it (duh) it'S DIRECTED BY GEORGE ROMERO AND DARIO FUCKING ARGENTO????? DOING ADAPTATIONS OF STORIES BY EDGAR ALLEN POE????????

THIS SOUNDS AMAAAAAAAZZIIIIIIIIIING

Romero's first, THE FACTS IN THE CASE OF MR. VALDEMAR

Our main female character's suit is both very eighties, but actually looks nice? It was *only* 1980, I guess it's before things got our of control.

Couldn't help but like her a bit. Practicing her retort in the car is so human, you can't help sympathizing with her.

The mistress wants to get paid- is it wrong I kinda agree with her? I mean, assuming she has nothing to do with her husband's impending death.

Obvious forgery is obvious.

Ernie and the Doctor sound very similar *side-eyes*

One, the house is beautiful, two, are Jessica and her totally-not-sancho wearing clothes made from the same bolt of fabric? I mean, that's one way to code that they're working together.

Jessica at least has some shame- the titular Mr. Valdemar is pretty much a puppet, at this point. Her cohort is trying to justify it, saying her husband's a bad man.

ROBERT AN JESS ARE EXES

Valdemar literally stole his girl, damn.

Well then. I went from pitying the poor guy because he's awake now and in so much pain, to disliking his ass because of how he talks about his wife.

Wall safes are so cool. Also, Robert clearly didn't know about it. Looks like he won't need Jess' full cooperation, huh?

'nothing at all to connect us' nothing telegraphs that their romantic relationship is dead more than that, huh?

Gotta love Ernest having such a timely death. So much for those efficient millions.

Three weeks at Valdemar's baaaaabbbbbyyyyyy.

oh shit, at fist I thought they chopped him up (stupid, they were just talking about making him look fresh for a mortician) but DAMN my brain really went there.

So many similarities between this and Bernie. Wild.

That shot of the feet disappearing under the stairs- *chef's kiss*

'I'm glad to see that you're finally doing the right thing' YES NIGHT NURSE, RUB THE SALT INTO THAT WOUND

Damn, that pool might as well be an ocean between them, huh? Also, they're wardrobe couldn't be visually further apart, now.

Those massive fuckin' sunglasses, listen to the Eagles baby, you can't hide your lyin' eyes (also a song about a young wife cheating on her cold as ice husband with a much younger man, more 'age appropriate')

OH NO DON'T TELL ME THAT POOR BASTARTD'S STILL ALIVE

OH NOOOOO

DON'T ACTUALLY MAKE ME FEEL BAD FOR HIS BITCH ASS (they're all terrible tho)

FUCKING HELL ROBERT, KNOCK ASSHOLE

He's totally alive down there.

OK tubi's got ads, no shit, but I just got a Credit Karma ad? With a non-binary MC named Morgan?? I LOVE THIS?? I LIKE THIS PICTURE BECAUSE I AM IN IT?!?!?!

Back to the movie 'I'm here, I'm with you, nothing is gonna happen' SOMETHING IS ALREADY HAPPENNING

I love how Jesse's vibe is never 'oh no, my husband's still alive and is suffering!' and instead is 'I'm being HAUNTED'

No, wait she's not in denial?

Hm, your husband has some freezer burn, I'm afraid you'll have to throw him out.

NO WAIT, OH SHIT OH FUCK IT'S THE HYUPNO BULLSHIT MOTHERFUCKER IS STILL ALIVE

What a fucking nightmare.

Nope, sorry, he is in fact dead. I'm apparently as confused about it as this doctor is. BTW, trying to pry his frozen eyes open? That's also good shit.

Boy, I started this to get to some Harvey Keitel, and I ended up watching some existential terror.

Oh god, he just wants to be woken up.

'The others are coming'?? Oh shit, I've seen this Doctor Who episode.

'It's over' insert John Cena meme 'are you sure about that?'

'they're coming for you Jessica' is so close to 'they're coming to get you, Barbara' that I am unreasonably delighted by it.

Yo, Robert, you might wanna GTFO

Hey, isn't that the guy from Night of the Creeps?

When all your budget went into the location and Ernest's special effects, that the 'others' gotta settle for body suits.

Nevermind, a good portion of the SFX also went to Robert.

Heh? Get it?? Blood money??

Next is Dario Argnto: THE BLACK CAT

We get a bunch of crime scene photos, and then one very good boy (a black cat) Look, I've got four black cats, I don't know if I can put up with any impending slander.

'Sir, you think there's any chance of me being transferred back to parking violations?' SHIT GIRL SAME WE'RE IN THE DEEP END ALREADY

You know, I was wondering why they were using an obvious dummy, and then we get the overhead shot. In just a few seconds, we get a very different tone and execution, holy fucking shit.

"I'm sorry' proceeds to take cool-ass shots of a death trap. Gee, I wonder what fate will befall this poor artsy bastard.

AHHHHH IT'S A CUTE BOOOOOOOOOY (Harvey in a bow tie)

AHHHHH IT'S A CUTE BOOOOOOOOOY (Black cat existing)

Correction: AHHHHH IT'S A CUTE GIIIIIIIRRRRRRRLLL

Found the cat on the street, story of all my animals. They just show up, know that we'll feed 'em. Sure, you might get your balls cut off, but ain't that worth the kibble? Also, you'd better not be pointing out that white mark on her chest just to kill her later, and that be the only identifying marker. I swear to god, movie-

One, yeah that cat's staring at you. Two, this sweet girl reminds me so much of Buttons. The eyes, the white patch. God, I miss him.

You know what, fair enough, worrying about gettin' your eyes clawed out. One of our cats likes to attack people's feet, but only when they're covered. He prefers my Mom's which just comes across as spiteful. (God, this movie's gonna expose me as an annoying cat owner, isn't it?)

How the fuck did this fucking cat get OUTSIDE? Bitch, you were in the hallway, stop teleporting. Also, LET THE BABY INNNNNN.

You motherfucker, throwing the shoe and then pretending you were asleep. Your girlfriend needs to smack you.

My dislike of the photographer aside, Harvey looks great in a bathrobe, soaking wet. Also, is he contractually obligated to have a comb with him in 90% of his films? 'Cause it sure feels like it.

If this doesn't end with his obvious witch girlfriend sacrificing his ass because he pissed off/hurt the cat, then I don't know what's gonna happen.

Welp, the cat's dead, innit? Well, she may come back and haunt his ass, but he totally killed her. Girlfriend's underreacting BTW. If I knew with certainty that my partner/anyone I was living with killed my pet-

Now I'm really hoping his ass gets cut in half. Or that the cat comes back to eat his eyeballs.

There's something very wholesome about a village coming together to execute an animal abuser.

'But I didn't finish!' is unintentionally hilarious. Buddy, I think you got them all.

Who the fuck is this student?? And why does he literally look like a child?? Who looks at a woman crying and goes 'God you're beautiful?' *Grabs spray bottle for both of these idiots*

Did he really- deny killing the cat- and then release a book showing him killing the cat?

THE BITCH IS BACK

IT'S DEFINITELY HERS

Buddy- did you not learn your lesson? Killing the cat twice isn't gonna help. Also, he's apparently gonna hang, a shame. I was really banking on him getting cut in half.

That shot of the staircase from the top down- I think I know where Rod's gonna hang.

Something about the CC reading 'knife pierces skull' that just- oof.

The shot of him frantically scrubbing off blood, then it cutting to her blood staining the bath water- that's cinema, right there.

Oh shit OH SHIT ARE WE ABOUT TO HAVE A SECOND BODY

Nope. Something about jazz music playing loudly in the background makes this feel even more insane.

'together forever' honestly made me think he was gonna kill himself. No, I think he's just gonna- carry her corpse everywhere. They're going on vacation, after all.

HE'S HIDING HER BEHIND A WALL!?!?! BITCH WHAT THE FUCK

*Grumbles* Piece of shit still looks cute in a bowtie.

The cutout of her face is hilarious. You can't tell me they didn't do that for a laugh.

'Nobody will think of looking for you in the house' AND WHEN SHE STARTS TO SMELL?! WHAT THEN!?!?!

I guess you could say that the call was coming from inside the house? Eh?

OH CAT VISION THE BITCH IS BACK

So, the student that looks like a child is Christian. I'm still convinced this fucker's in high school, or he's just got a baby face.

Okay, I don't like the little twerp, I'm biased against him, but like, acting all cocky, like a know-it-all going, 'That's strange. Well, you think if she'd have gone on tour, she would have taken her violin.' And then Rod calmly replying 'She has two' I actually cackled.

God, Gloria looks horrified to know she's friends with a woman who was living with her boyfriend, not her husband, like they're shacked up in sin.

Look, Christian, you're right, but I don't like you. Fuck off.

The hole starting to form, bringing something into the light, as Rod slinks off into darkness- I LOVE MOVIES, OKAY!?

Oh, I see, it's a symbol. Neat.

Wasn't the phone just unplugged? Did they force him to plug it back in when I wasn't looking?

OKAY. LISTEN.

WHEN THE LADY FROM THE BAR SAID 'IT'S DESTINY' THE CC READ RIGHT AFTER 'SHE'S PREGNANT' BUT I DIDN'T HEAR SHIT. I THOUGHT IT WAS A GLITCH

THIS IS FUCKING NASTY/GREAT

Not to help the animal abuser/girlfriend beater, but don't you have a knife, buddy? To cut off the dead weight? I know fear makes us stupid, but um

AH FUCK HE DIDN'T HANG IN THE STAIRWELL

Thank you movie, for that Humane Society seal of approval. Like, the cat was so obviously not being tortured, just a little squished, but it is still nice to see.

Trust Dario Argento to pick out a catchy soundtrack.

This movie got batshit crazy by the end. I definitely prefer the second movie to the first, but both are good. *jams out to 'woman singing in Italian'*

#potential live watch? #harvey keitel #george a romero #dario argento #Two Evil Eyes #tw animal abuse #tw domestic violence #edgar allen poe #removing streaming mentions #either google where to watch or go to your local library

[trumanlilac]

/ / c h a p t e r - s i x / /

George was a different type of guy. Different than I'd thought when I walked into the garage and saw him at the drums last week. He was funny, and really laid back. I watched him as he leaned over the coffee table, sitting on his knees and drawing in the final page of my sketchbook.

"I told you I can't really draw as good as you so don't laugh at me." He warned me.

I laughed from the couch, holding my legs up to my chest, "I said alright." He must have repeated himself about a thousand times.

"Just sayin'." He shrugged, chuckling.

He was still tall even as he sat on his knees. I wanted so badly to fix his hair, it was going in all kinds of crazy directions. I liked it, I just really wanted to touch it.

If you touch him it will seem like you like him. Whore.

My eyes remained fixed on his hair.

Maybe you do though...do you like George? Even if you do he won't like you back. You're not cute. Or hot. You look like shit, especially right now. Ugh, fucking fuzzy socks.

Before I knew it I was tossing my socks across the living room. George turned around, looking at me.

"Oh...sorry...I got a little...hot." I said.

He laughed, turning back around, "you're a funny one."

Me? Funny? "I am?"

He nodded, guarding the book so I couldn't see what he was drawing until he finished.

"Yeah." He said, turning around and handing me the open book. I looked at it.

"It's me... I think." I said, looking up at him.

"Correct." He shrugged, "I'm not good at--"

"I love it." I smiled, "it's better than you think. Why did you put such huge sunglasses on me though?" I laughed a little.

He got up from the floor and sat next to me, "because you hide."

"Hide?" I asked, a bit confused.

He just nodded.

"Explain." I said.

He smiled, thinking for a moment, "you hide from the world and that's your defense mechanism against life. You survive by keeping everything to yourself."

I didn't say anything, I just listened.

"What you see or feel behind those glasses, we'll never know. We as in the world. Only you, will know. Because your mouth won't tell it." He finished.

I looked down at the drawing one last time, then shut the book. How could he tell?

The front door opened, I turned around, it was my dad. Shit.

"Dad...I thought you were getting off work later?" I asked, George turned around also, sitting up properly as he saw my dad.

"Not anymore. I see you have company." His eyes trailed over to George, who waved at him to be polite.

"Oh uh--"

"I was just about to get going soon anyway, I--"

"No, no you're here now no need to leave just because old man walked through the door." He said. I held back a sigh, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Uh, dad this is George. George, my dad." I stood up.

"Nice to meet you." George stood up also, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

My dad looked up at him, "how tall are you?"

I faked a nervous laugh, so did George, "I'm six foot five."

"Well alright, do you like pizza?"

George raised his brows, smiling, "yeah."

--------------------------

I took a slice of pizza, feeling a little less shy to eat in front of George as I watched him struggle with an everlasting piece of cheese on his own slice as my dad threw question after question at him. I only prayed he wouldn't ask him anything embarrassing or too personal.

"So you're in a band...does this band pay the bills?" My dad laughed, that annoying high and almighty laugh that I couldn't stand. It was a laugh of ultimate sarcasm, he was a very sarcastic man.

George put his slice of pizza down on the plate before him, grabbing a napkin.

I felt awful, he wasn't even my boyfriend and he had to go through this kind of torture.

"I work at the grocery." George said, wiping his hands.

"The grocery? Which one."

"Dad." I said under my breath.

"What? It's just a simple question."

"It's fine," George smiled, "William's. It's not a big one, it's a small one, my parents know William and--"

"Ah, I know which one." My dad nodded, "how old are you, George."

I looked up at my Dad, nervous, then down at my plate. I knew he would make a big deal out of nothing if George were to answer him. Even though I'm basically an adult and it shouldn't matter anyway.

George cleared his throat, I could tell he too felt a little awkward, "twenty-"

"Ahh, twenty." I could tell my dad was looking at me.

"...four." George finished.

"Oh, twenty four."

There was a brief moment of silence. I finally looked up from my plate.

"Six years older than Katie."

"Dad, that's enough." I said, "you're making things weird."

"I'm not making anything weird I'm just stating the facts."

I finished my pizza and got up, grabbing my plate and taking it into the kitchen to wash it.

I couldn't believe my dad, he'd only even let George stay for dinner so that he could humiliate me. I missed my mom already, I missed home and I missed not having to deal with his sarcasm.

"Woah, don't break the plate." I heard George's voice behind me, my heart raced, "oh God you scared me." I didn't notice how hard I'd been scrubbing and for how long through my frustration.

I laughed and took his plate from him, setting it into the sink and drying mine off before placing it into the cabinet.

"Look don't worry about your dad, his questions didn't bother me." He said, lowering his voice.

"That's what you say." I washed his plate too, scrubbing just as hard.

He laughed a little, I looked up at him, turning off the sink and drying the plate, "what's so funny?"

"You dad thinks I'm a pedo or something."

I put the plate away, closing my eyes and shaking my head, "six years isn't a big difference."

"Tell your dad that."

I hit his arm playfully, my dad came out from the dining room.

"Thank you, Mr. Strathmore for letting me stay for dinner. It was nice meeting you."

"Tell me what?" He ignored his last statement.

"That...he loved...being here." I covered.

George nodded, "yeah."

"Well, it's my pleasure. Have a good night."

"I'll get your jacket." I said, going into the bathroom and grabbing it from the shower rack. He stood by the front door, waiting.

I handed it to him, watching him put it on, he's so cute.

My dad stood by the stairs, pretending as though he was looking for something...I knew he wasn't.

"Um, dad I'm gonna go with him to the car." I told him.

"Alright." He said.

I looked outside as I opened the door to the blackened streets and sky, and the smell of past rain. George headed out, walking to the car as I followed him.

"So do you guys have pizza every night?" He asked.

"No. Usually I'll cook...sometimes he will...but, I prefer my own cooking over his." I shrugged, we both laughed.

"Your dad's alright." He nodded, "I mean, you invite a man to stay for pizza, that's some cool shit."

I shook my head, looking down at my bare feet against the dampened concrete.

"So uh, hey uh...there's this party going on tomorrow night." He said, unlocking the doors and running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh." I said, looking up at him.

"Me and Matty and the guys are gonna be there. I thought maybe you'd want to come." He said, holding onto the top of the car door.

"I dunno..." I said, feeling nervous just at the thought. The thought of being surrounded by a herd of people that I didn't know...and trying to actually be good at socializing because what if Matty forgot I was there again and so did George?

"Come on. What else are you doing?" He asked, smiling with tired eyes.

"I don't...do...big crowds." I shook my head, "parties have crowds."

"Fine," he said, "but if you change your mind...let me know." He got into the car, starting it up. I sighed and knocked on the passenger's window, "alright fine! See you tomorrow!" I said. He smiled, wide.

I turned around and jogged back to my front door, wiping my feet on the rug as I entered.

My dad was still in the same place he was when I walked outside, "Katie. Where did you meet that fool?" He asked.

"What?" I asked, my jaw dropping. I couldn't believe he'd be so quick to judge him before he even got to know him well enough.

"You heard me." He crossed his arms.

"Dad. He's a nice person." I said.

"He's much older than you, he thinks having a...band is something to be proud of, his hair ...was terrible. He's one of those...chavs or what the kids call it."

"...what?" I asked.

"Never mind. I don't want you hanging around him, he's a bad influence."

I needed to get away from him before a war would break out, I hurried up to my bedroom, ignoring him and shutting the door. He didn't know anything, and how dare he try to tell me what to do? All these years and he wants to play daddy now? I plopped down on my bed and opened my journal.

#omg! a matty healy fanfic #trumanlilac #the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writer on tumblr

[stephengeorgerobin]

MOOD

#fan #music #british #george harrison #the beatles #the traveling wilburys #80s #i love confused George in sunglasses #mood

[thal-ent]

(Actors AU I guess ?) The things you can see on the set of the SMP are :

Techno and Dream talking during Techno's makeup, because they're good friend and they know it doesn't bother the staff. Plus Techno face paint takes hours and he has to put on contacts, he deserves some slack.

Fundy somehow always finding a way to do something that shouldn't be possible. He was once found T-posing in the air thanks to those things that help making people fly and are cut off in post prod. Ranboo has joined him and they're impossible to stop now.

Tubbo and Tommy being clingy as fuck. Tommy claims it's Tubbo but as soon as the camera stopped recording the scene where Tubbo thinks Tommy is Dead, Tommy lunched himself at Tubbo and refused to let him go for at least half an hour.

Dream and Tommy talking to each other and being friends after the scenes at Logestire. Because they find it important to remind each other they're still friends, have a lot of respect and affection for each other and like each other company.

George sleeping on set, almost always next to Sapnap or Dream. Once it was next to Quackity and Dream acted like a jealous boyfriend after that. It's still going and Quackity finds it funny, so he just spend time with George because he likes the guy /p and because it makes Dream angry.

Wilbur creating cursed lore on the spot is a game of "What bullshit will be accepted today ?" For him. So far, he's still proud that nobody told anything about Phil's wife being a Samsung Smart Fridge. (Well, Momza was "angry" but it was funny)

Eret is always with the sunglasses on and there's pictures of her on the internet where she's taller than Ranboo because of the heels she was wearing at that time. He tries to make the costume department accept his idea of King Eret costume having big ass heels because he has no problem walking in it, but they still refuse for now.

Momza is just part of the staff without being one and her and Phil just adopted everyone on set without asking them. Techno still claims it never happened but everyone see through the lies.

The day where Phil, Fundy and Eret where meant to film the adoption scene, nobody told Eret it was that day and they couldn't come for personal reasons. Fundy still jokes about it to make a little fun of her.

Ghostbur's makeup is one of the longest, especially with horns. Schlatt sometimes comes to visit after his death and once Wilbur was wearing the horns, he just yelled about how Wil stole his look.

Sam helps a lot, because he himself worked as staff on productions before and is loved by absolutely everyone.

Bad and Skeppy are that "old married couple" that everyone jokes about. There's bet on how many times they'll bicker today each day. Vurb and Spifey are not even on the SMP but they win each fucking time. How.

Drista just comes here to cause chaos here. When Dream tried to restrain her once, she used Tommy's advice and attacked him with a fork. The two are feared by everyone.

They were so many jokes about dating on the set, nobody knows who's with who anymore. It's just.... Too confusing.

Feel free to react in tags please I crave interactions and reactions to what I imagine

#dream smp #dreamwastaken #technoblade #ranboo #fundy #eret #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tubbo #philza #badboyhalo #skeppy #drista #awesamdude #schlatt #ghostbur #quackity #georgenotfound #sapnap #dreamnotfound #kinda #anyway wow that's a long tag list #smp actors au #thal talk

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Wizarding Water Parks Are Weird

George Weasley x Muggleborn!Reader

Request: Could you please write some George Weasley x Reader fluff? Maybe they are going to a water park or beach?

Gender: Female

Warnings: I don't think there are any?? But lemme know if I'm wrong

Word Count: 2,136

A/N: Yeah, so I kinda got carried away lmaooo. This is the longest fic I've ever written, and tbh I just took a simple request and turned it into an excuse to make an entire wizarding water park exist. It's fun tho, it's very chaotic but I laughed out loud many times with writing it, so I think it should be an enjoyable read. Love y'all, hope you enjoy!! Also I tried to find a picture cause I like to have them on my fics but I couldn't find one that fit so we're just gonna do without.

“Get up.” Your boyfriend flicks you on the head.

“Ow!” You swat him away, shooting a glare in his direction. “No ‘Good morning, (Y/N), I love you’?”

George rolls his eyes, sighs dramatically, and lies down next to you. “Good morning, (Y/N), I love you.” He gives you a quick peck on the lips. “Now get up.”

You stick your tongue out at him, but roll off your mattress anyway. “Why? What’s happening?”

He gets off the bed as you pull your outfit for the day out of your suitcase. “We’re going to the water park!”

You raise your eyebrows. “The water park? I don’t know why, but I didn’t expect that to be one of the things I did on my first summer break with wizards.”

George looks confused. “Really? Water parks are so cool, though! Muggles have them??”

You give him a weird look. “Yes…? They’re a pretty standard thing… whatever, whatever. I’ll get ready.” You give him a smile and wait for him to leave. He doesn’t. “That means you need to leave.”

“Oh! Oh, right, right.” He gives you another quick kiss before walking toward the door, slightly embarrassed. “Love you! Sorry!”

“Love you, too!” You call after him as he leaves. You laugh to yourself as you pull on your clothes. Merlin, do you love him. He’s an idiot, but that’s why, you think. Plus, it’s not like you’re not an idiot, too. You’re idiots together, and that’s what makes you perfect for each other.

You walk out of Ginny’s room to find everyone already eating breakfast. You squeeze a chair in between George and Hermione and peck George on the cheek. “So, when are we leaving?” you ask, grabbing yourself a cauldron cake.

“As soon as you’re finished eating, dear,” Mrs. Weasley says, collecting dishes from the people who have already finished - everyone but you, who just arrived, and Ron, who had been there since breakfast started, but wouldn’t stop eating.

You finish your cauldron cake as quickly as you can and hand Mrs. Weasley your plate with a quick “thank you”. You head back to Ginny’s room with her and Hermione so you can get your things for the waterpark.

“So, what makes a water park in the wizarding world different from one in the muggle world?” Hermione asks as she packs her swimsuit, sunscreen, a hat, sunglasses, a book, and more things that would be tedious to list if you tried. (She wants to be prepared, she says.)

“Yeah,” you say, shoving your swimsuit in a tote bag before sitting down on your mattress. “George seemed shocked that muggles even had waterparks, so I’m assuming they’re a bit different here.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” replies Ginny, stealing your tote bag so she can stuff her swimsuit on top of yours. “I don’t really know anything about muggle water parks, so I can’t tell you how wizard ones are different. Guess you’ll just see when you get there.” She plops down next to you on your mattress and starts piling snacks into your bag. “By the way, I really want to steal your tote bag.”

You remove your bag from Ginny’s hands, much to her disappointment. “Absolutely not, I only have three.”

Hermione gives you a weird look. “Why do you need three tote bags?”

“One for school, one for personal use, and one spare just in case,” you inform her. “And also aesthetic.”

Before Hermione can respond, Ron barges into the room. “We’re leaving now.”

“Do you knock, Ron?” Ginny says, following him out of the room anyway.

Ron gives her a look as you and Hermione walk out after them.

George finds you and slips his hand into yours when you get outside. “Excited?”

You shrug. “I suppose. I don’t really know what this is gonna be like, so I guess I’m excited to find out.”

George smiles and squeezes your hand.

“All right, kiddos!” Mr. Weasley gives all of you a friendly smile, brandishing an ugly yellow teapot. “We’re going by portkey!”

“I don’t know why the fact that you’re holding a teapot surprises me,” says Harry as everyone clasps the portkey.

You feel a horrid sensation in your bellybutton as the world spins around you, yanking you till everything comes to focus. And wherever you end up is definitely not a waterpark. “Merlin,” you groan, rubbing your stomach as you look around. “I forgot how horribly uncomfortable that was. Also, what is this place?”

“Neptuland Water Park,” replies George, totally unhelpfully.

“This is a water park!?”

What it is is paradise. Literal paradise. Like, the gorgeous beach, perfect flowing waterfalls, colorful tropical island cliché of paradise. Except with mermaids and other fantastical sea creatures you’ve probably learned about in your History of Magic class but can’t remember the names of for the life of you. You glance at Harry and Hermione, who look just as star struck as you feel.

“Yeah?” George looks at you nervously. “Are you disappointed? I’m sorry if muggle water parks are better, I’ll ask Dad to take us back to the Burrow, I - “

“What!?” You give him a look of bewilderment. “No, no, this is amazing. Like, truly amazing. It’s like paradise, George, I’m just… a little bit in shock.”

George blinks. “Oh. Well, okay then! I’m glad you like it!” He smiles and you return it, still amazed by the scene around you.

“All right, everyone go change and then give me your things; I’ll put them in a locker.” Mrs. Weasley shoos you all over to an Atlantis-esque building you assume is a… changing area. Merlin, this place is insane.

You, Ginny, and Hermione follow Mrs. Weasley into the women’s section as Mr. Weasley leads the twins, Ron, and Harry into the men’s. You change into your swimsuit and hand Mrs. Weasley your tote bag after Ginny stuffs her clothes in it. (It took a lot of convincing to get her to leave the snacks, but you apparently weren’t supposed to bring outside refreshments to the water park.) You exit the changing area and find the boys already outside waiting for you.

“So, what do you wanna do first?” you ask George.

He doesn’t respond, mouth slightly open as he looks at you.

“George?”

He blinks, face going red. “S- sorry. I’ve just- You just look really good, is all.”

You pink slightly. “Oh, uh, thanks! You look really good, too.”

Fred snickers. “He’s just horny cause he’s never seen you in a swimsuit before.”

George goes impossibly redder. “Fred!”

Mrs. Weasley swats the older twin. “Stop teasing your brother, Frederick.”

Fred rolls his eyes, but walks away to bug Ron instead, which was not what Mrs. Weasley meant when she told him to stop teasing his brother.

“Fred!” she huffs, following him.

“Sorry about him,” George says sheepishly. “My misery is his pleasure, apparently.”

You laugh and squeeze his hand. “It’s okay. I enjoy seeing you blush over me,” you tease.

George flushes again, as if on cue, and you let out another laugh before dragging him toward the paradise that is apparently a water park. “C’mon, Loverboy, I’m not here to stand around doing nothing!”

“Oh- okay, um, let’s go to the Great Barrier Reef pool!”

You stop in your tracks and stare at him, mouth open. “The what!?”

“The Great Barrier Reef pool!” His explanations have been increasingly unhelpful. “You know, the pool that’s modeled after the Great Barrier Reef.”

Your expression does not get any less confused.

“Right, you don’t know, you’ve never been here before, I don’t know what I was thinking. Okay, so, this place is known for its lifelike replicas of famous bodies of water around the world. They have the Great Barrier Reef - my personal favorite - Dawes Glacier, the Dead Sea, Victoria Falls, and more - all replicated to be the size of a large pool and safe and comfortable enough for humans to swim in. It’s remarkable, and why Neptuland is my favorite water park. Nobody really knows this, but I’ve always wanted to travel, and these pools are the closest I’ve ever been able to get to that. Besides the trip to Egypt my family went on in my fourth year, I mean.”

“I- That’s- “ you stammer. “I mean, wow. That’s genuinely incredible.”

George’s face brightens. “Isn’t it!? Come on, let’s go!” It’s his turn to grab your hand and drag you toward the waterpark.

The Great Barrier Reef pool is exactly what George explained it to be - a literal pool version of the actual Great Barrier Reef. The water is clear and perfectly turquoise and the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. George drags you into the pool, and once underwater, you’re able to see an abundance of coral all around you. Scratch the water being the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen - this is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You gasp involuntarily, and jolt back up the surface, choking and sputtering.

“(Y/N)!” George grabs your face, worried. “(Y/N/N), are you okay!?”

You cough out a ton of water and grin at him. “Yes!? This is the most amazing place I’ve ever seen!”

“Are you sure?? Cause you were just choking like a whole lot.”

“Yeah, but it was like, fun choking. I love this place!”

George laughs, bewildered, and shakes his head. “Merlin, I love you.”

You peck him on the lips. “I love you, too.” You dive back underwater and he follows suit, following you as you swim around the brightly colored coral. After a bit of swimming and resurfacing only for the purpose of making out - well, you suppose you also had to breathe, but it was mostly to make out - you sit up on the edge of the pool. “Okay, so what else is there to do?”

“Um… well, there are the water slides.”

You frown, a bit disappointed. “Water slides?” After the pool version of the literal Great Barrier Reef, you were expecting something a bit more… extravagant than water slides.

“I promise they’re cool,” George assures you, climbing out of the pool and grabbing your hand. “Come on!”

They are definitely cool, you discover when George leads you over to them. Apparently, when the wizarding world says “water slide” they mean a literal water slide. As in a slide made of water. This place is wild. It’s technically supposed to be one person a slide, but the security here is concerningly lax, so you and George are able to slide together without much issue. It’s amazingly fun; you’ve always enjoyed water slides, but this one is incredible - it moves as you go, which makes the ride unpredictable and so much more fun than a regular water slide. By the time you and George finally get tired of it, you’re both breathless and laughing and have been on close to a dozen times.

“Okay, what next?”

“There’s a lazy river, which is pretty relaxing - you just kinda float along a stream with pretty colored steam that smells nice - it kinda bores me, but it’s nice. Oh, and you can swim with mermaids.”

You make a face, remembering the creatures from the Triwizard Tournament. “Mermaids?”

“Not that kind,” he assures you. “These ones are nice; they’re paid to work here and entertain people.”

You nod, still dumbfounded even after being here for an hour. “I don’t care what we do,” you say, kissing him. You press your forehead to his and smile. “I just wanna spend time with you.”

George blushes and kisses you again, pulling you onto his lap. “I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I love you, too,” you murmur back, running your hands through his hair as you deepen the kiss.

“Oi, Lovebirds!” Fred flicks George on the head, causing him to hastily break away from you.

“Ow!” George whines, rubbing the spot. “Do you mind?”

“No,” his brother says bluntly, “and we’re leaving, get dressed.”

George huffs as Fred walks away and kisses you one more time before getting up. “This was fun,” he says, smiling at you.

You smile back, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “It was. Mostly cause I got to spend it with you.”

“Merlin, get a room.” Fred apparently wasn’t as far away as you thought.

George rolls his eyes, but the two of you finally stand up and walk back to the changing rooms. Everyone walks in, but George pulls you aside and wraps his arms around you. “Thanks for coming this summer,” he murmurs into your hair.

You look up at him with a smile. “Of course. I’ll always want to spend time with you and your family.”

He smiles back and you hear a groan.

“Please, just leave us alone, Fred - “

#george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x muggleborn!reader #george weasley #george weasley fluff #george weasley imagine

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To Confess Your Love | Charles Leclerc

Fandom: Formula one Warning: Angsty and FLUFFY my god. Not as long as the first one, 3500 words. Pairing: Charles Leclerc x f!reader  Summary: After the dinner party you and Charles haven’t spoken and you just keeping longing for each other. 

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A/N: Part two of To Fall in Love, and thanks again to Screnwriter for the inspiration, enjoy! 

It has been almost a week since the dinner party and you were at the airport waiting for your flight to Portugal. You and Charles haven’t spoken since that evening and you almost wondered if it was just a fling or a one time event that nothing would come from. You frowned slightly when the thought passed by in your mind, but were interrupted by a voice behind you. Lando came down running the aisle with his packback almost sliding down his shoulders.

“Hey (Y/N)!”

“Hey Lando. How have you been? Ready for Portugal?”

“More than ready, I’m so excited. How are you?”

“I’m good.” you said, more like trying to convince yourself that you were.

“Really?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“How about your crush-...” 

Lando didn’t have time to finish the sentence before your hand flew up on his mouth to hush him done.

“Not that loud, you dork.” you whispered loudly at him and he just grinned. “But nothing really, I haven’t heard from him since the dinner. But he is probably busy and I have been busy as well.” 

You tried to hide the heartbreak in your voice, but Lando sensed it and put an arm around, squeezing your shoulders lightly.

“Well, if he hurts you I will take care of him.” 

“Thank you.” you smiled at him. The speaker's voice told you that it was time to board the plane, which made the crowd move slowly forward. Lando waved at George and he soon joined you in the line. You and Lando had your seats next to each other and George was just one the other side of the aisle. He took out his phone to snap a picture of the three of you. Lando hugged you and you gave off an excited smile. George wrote the caption:

Ready to take off to Portugal!! 

Instagram went crazy over the picture and the comments were very kind towards you and some were speculating if you and Lando were dating. 

The plane ride to Portugal went by fast, you had a great time with George and Lando. You listen to some music, which spotify almost exclusively recommended sappy love songs to make your heart even heavier. You watched a movie and then it was time to land. Portugal was quite warm and you put on your sunglasses when you left the airport. A taxi was waiting for the McLaren drivers and you waved off George as he joined the Williams team. 

“So how are you going to deal with, you know…”

“With Charles?” you asked and he nodded. You hadn’t realized how close he was going to be to you now and, frankly, you were a nervous wreck thinking about him.

“I will try my best to ignore him, besides, I’m with the McLaren team. So, it’s not like he’s gonna waltz into our building any time soon.” you joked, but your heart hoped otherwise. 

The taxi pulled up by the racing tracks and you were to walk with Lando around the track to get him ready for tomorrow's practice round. Daniel had texted you that he was on his way, but his plane was a bit late. Your heart jumped a bit when you passed the Ferrari building, but you tried your best not to think about it. You were here to work, not to go after the stupid crush you had on Charles Leclerc. But your heart didn’t want to listen, it wanted him to notice you, it wanted to have that moment from the dinner. The hand touches, staring into those gorgeous hazel eyes. His warm hand on your lower back guiding you, and his hand stroking your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Almost kissing him. 

Please don’t let it be a dream that has to die, you begged. Please don’t let this be all that comes out of this. 

An arm snaked around your shoulders, which brought you back from your ruminating thoughts of your current heartache. 

“You look sad, something happened?” Daniel asked. 

“Oh, no. It’s nothing.”

“Hey, I know you well enough to know that you are lying. What has happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, (Y/N)-...”

“No, I mean nothing. He hasn’t talked to me since the dinner party.” you said and put your hands against your face. 

Daniel looked at you with a confused look, then he realized you were talking about Charles.

“Have you tried to talk to him?”

“NO.” your eyes widened and head flew up to look at him.

“Whoa, there is nothing wrong with being the first one to reach out, you know.”

“But I don’t want to annoy him.”

“And what if he feels the same about contacting you?” 

It pained Daniel a bit to help you with your crush on Charles, but it pained him even more to see you so sad over it. And from what he saw at the dinner party, the two of you really liked each other and he couldn’t deny you that happiness. I liked you and would always be protective of you, but he wanted you to be happy. Even if it meant dating a rival. He was about to leave you with your thoughts.

“Oh, and if the two of you start dating, don’t you dare leave me and Lando for Ferrari. You will stay with us.” 

You smiled at his silly remark. You gave him a hug before he left and reassured him that you weren’t going anywhere. You rose from the chair to get Lando for your round around the track. As you walked out from the McLaren building you saw people coming from the Ferrari building, Carlos was one of them with his manager. The same was for the AlphaTauri building and you could see Pierre in the crowd. He noticed you and waved at you. You smiled and waved back, but your smile suddenly turned to confusion when you saw that he was walking towards you.

“Hey, (Y/N) right?” 

“Yes, it is. How are you doing Pierre?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m good too, I was on my way to walk the track with Lando.”

It felt like Pierre wanted to talk to you about something but changed his mind.

“Well, I’m off too. I see you around.”

“Okay. See ya.” you said confused as Pierre walked away from you. 

Odd, you thought but started to walk towards Lando’s room. But when you turned around your whole body froze. Standing by the Ferrari building stood Charles, talking to one of his managers. You hated how your body reacted over seeing him again, that you couldn’t act normal. Like nothing had happened. But it had and you had played the scenes back in your head like a broken record. You had danced to every love song that you could find and felt like you could conquer the world. You had felt the butterflies late into the night, making it hard to sleep.

But now. Seeing him again made you lose all your confidence and your heartache felt even worse than before. You almost prayed that he didn’t notice you so you could sneak away, but deep down you hoped, wished, that he would see you. Notice you. To give you the same attention he had last week. But he and his team had walked the opposite way and he hadn’t looked in your direction once.

But he knew that you were there, he had seen Pierre talking to you, but he didn’t dare to go up to you. But oh, he wanted to.So bad that his body was aching for it and screaming at him to move. But he didn’t. So, instead of acting on his feelings, he avoided you, thinking it would be easier. Pierre had left you because he thought that Charles would come up to you himself and confess his love to you, but he almost got angry by the fact that he didn’t. Why did he leave you there? 

Charles continued to focus on the race and tried his best to ignore his speeding heart every time he passed the McLaren building. Pierre on the other and would not let this go. He hurried up to Charles and stopped him in his tracks.

“What are you doing?”

“Focusing on the race, why?” 

“Oh really, not ignoring a certain someone?” Pierre asked and Charles could hear the annoyance in his voice. And he hated that Pierre was right.

“No, why?” he lied. 

“Really? So, you looking at (Y/N) with those puppy eyes was nothing.”

Charles swallowed hard and tried to look unbothered by Pierre’s remark but his red cheeks and ears betrayed him. 

“Why don’t you act on it, mon ami?”

Pierre had to leave him because he had to walk the track as well. Charles let out a sigh, he knew Pierre was right. He did want to act on his feelings, but he was afraid. The what if’s haunted him, making him nervous, which was unusual for him.  

The track walking had gone well for Lando. He was super focused and it felt like he was going to do a fantastic race here as well. You walked back to the McLaren building, making yourself ready to take Daniel on his round. You looked out the window to see Charles discussing something with Carlos. 

Fuck, you thought, as you had to walk past them to get to Daniel, so you mustered up all the confidence that you could find within yourself and went out. Charles had his back against you so Carlos would be the first to notice you.

“Hello.” you smiled at Carlos as you got closer to them.

“Hello.” he greeted you politely. Charles turned around when he heard your voice.

“Hey.” Charles said, but you didn’t dare to look at him for too long. You could feel your cheeks become flustered just by greeting him. Him on the other hand had his eyes on you the whole time as you walked away. Carlos followed his gaze to see what had gotten his attention.

“Do you know her?”

“Wha-... Who?” Charles said, trying his best to disguise his flustered state. Carlos just laughed at him and patted him on the back. 

You walked up to Daniel. 

“Ready to walk the track?”

“Sure thing.” he said and snaked an arm around your shoulders. You smiled at him and the two of you started walking towards the track. Daniel saw that Charles was looking at you and Daniel brought you closer to him, trying to protect you from his gaze. Charles' expression soured by Daniel’s action, but this made him determined to do something about his feelings. He was not going to let you go.

The walk with Daniel was different from Lando’s. Daniel was more relaxed but nonetheless as focused as Lando. You took notes and asked him different questions, standard procedure. 

“I think that’s it.” you said. 

“Great! It’s soon time for dinner, are you coming?”

“Not yet, I’m going to take a walk before dinner.” you said. You felt the need to be alone for a moment. Daniel nodded and hugged you from the side before he took off. You walked back to the McLaren building and took your bag. The weather was nice and your mind needed to be alone for a while. You got out of the building, stealing a glance at the Ferrari building, which made your heart feel heavy. But you couldn’t dwell on it too much, maybe it wasn’t meant to be. 

Comotion was heard from the Ferrari building, drawing your attention towards the crowd that exited. Charles was in the crowd with his sunglasses. But you couldn’t stop staring at him and how good he looked in that red shirt. As if he felt that someone was looking at him, his head turned towards you and you quickly focused on the ground.

His eyes were still on you and he took off his sunglasses to get a better look at you. You looked up again and met his eyes. Electricity sparkled inside your body when you met his hazel eyes, you almost felt hypnotised by him and felt how your body wanted to go to him. It was drawn to him, like a magnet. He smiled at you, making his damn dimples visible again. You almost couldn’t take it, your heart almost couldn’t take it. But you smiled back. Charles broke off the gaze when someone called for him and you woke up from your trance. You tightened your grip around your bag and started to walk towards the exit. 

Charles saw how you were leaving.

It’s now or never, he thought and tried to catch up with you. You felt a presence behind you and to your surprise - and delight - it was Charles. 

“Hey.” he said.

“Hello.” you greeted him. His eyes locked with yours again and he completely forgot what he was going to do. His mind became completely blank and all he could focus on was you. You were the only one he wanted to focus on. His body wanted to get closer, his hands wanted to touch you and he could feel his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. His hazel eyes drew you in and you could see all the emotions that were fighting inside of him. 

“How did your track walk go?” you asked. His mind woke up from the sound of your voice.

“It went well, I think I’m ready for tomorrow's practice round.”

“I like the sound of it.” you smirked. He let out a sigh. 

“Are you going somewhere?” 

“Yeah I needed some air and to see something else than the tracks.”

“Well I know a few places, if you want me to join you?” his eyes looked at you hopefully but they also showed a bit of worry. Worry of rejection. Worry that you were mad at him for being such a coward towards you. 

“I would love to.” you beamed. He held out his arm for you. You linked it with his, feeling the electricity spark again when you touched him. 

“Can we stop by the hotel so I can get changed?” you asked. 

“Of course.” 

He had his Ferrari parked nearby and opened the door for you. You thanked him, before he started the car and you drove towards the hotel. The two of you talked about how he felt about the practice round tomorrow and how he was feeling for the race on sunday. He had a steady grip on the steering wheel, but he wanted to lay one hand on top of your knee, but he didn’t dare to. He didn’t know how you were feeling. Finally at the hotel, you said that you would meet at the lobby in 30 minutes. You rushed to your room as fast as the elevator would let you and tried to find something that fitted for your date… Wait, was this a date? 

You couldn’t dwell too much on the idea, but it was still in the back of your head when you walked towards the elevator. Charles was already in the lobby when you exited the elevator.

“Ready to go?” he asked. 

“Absolutely.” you said and he held out his arm for you to take. He guided you to his Ferrari and opened the door for you. You thanked him and he drove you around the area, talking about everything and nothing. You laughed and his jokes and shrieked when he sped up with his car. He gave you a smug smile over how excited you were. 

“Are you hungry?” he asked when he pulled up his car in the small city. 

“Starving.” 

“Good, cause I know a place.” 

The two of you got out of the car and he guided you down the road to a restaurant that looked adorable.

“They have delicious food.” 

“Sounds perfect.” 

The waiter showed you a table that looked over the town. It was beautiful and you looked over at Charles. He was wearing his sunglasses so you couldn’t quite see what he was looking at. But his eyes were on you, admiring how you looked at everything with such awe and wonder. Like everything fascinated you to some degree and he liked that. Something distracted you, making you turn your head away from Charles. He took this as an opportunity to move closer to you. He put his arm on the backrest of your chair and when you turned your attention back to him, you noticed that he was closer. He had his hand on the table and your mind was thinking. This is exactly like the dinner last week… But you didn’t put your hand over his this time. The waiter came back with your drinks and took your orders for dinner. Charles then turned his attention back to you, contemplating if he should touch your shoulder like he had done on the dinner. Then a pang of guilt washed over him when he remembered the dinner. 

“You look beautiful, (Y/N).”

His comment made you jump in surprise and you turned towards him, but you could also feel how you got flustered over it.

“Thank you, so do you. But you always do.” you said with a smirk on your face. Knowing that you said the exact same thing last week and he remembered. He had had that sentence in his head ever since that evening. That you thought he looked good. He cleared his throat.

“Listen, I need to tell you something.”

You wanted to play cool, but that phrase just made your body react in a fight-or-flight mode.

“Yes?”

“About the dinner… I was… I was going too... '' Charles stuttered, feeling his whole face turning flustered. He was probably a deep crimson color at the moment.

“You don’t have to-...” you tried to interrupt but your tongue got stuck when you felt his hand on top of your knee.

“I really wanted to talk to you after that dinner, but...”

“But?”

“But I was afraid.”

“Afraid?” you said dumbfounded. “Of what?”

“That you would reject me.”

Your heart melted over his words. How could this even be real? How could he, Charles Leclerc, be afraid of you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), rejecting him?

“Why would I ever reject you?” you whispered. He took off his sunglasses to get a better look at you. He wanted to be sure that you were honest with him. And nothing about your body language or eyes told him otherwise.

“I could’ve talked to you too, but I was scared that you would think I was annoying for reaching out.”

“Annoying?” he said, confused. “You couldn’t be annoying. If you had reached out to me I would’ve been more than happy to answer.”

“Really?” you beamed.

“Of course. You have already been on my mind since the dinner party.” he confessed, feeling his cheeks burn even more. Your smile couldn’t get bigger, were you hearing this in real life or was this a dream coming true?

Charles' eyes were flickering between your eyes and lips again. He leaned in and this time you had no one to interrupt your moment. The kiss you shared was sweet and full of anticipation. All the electricity that you had felt before sparked like a firework now, the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and your whole body wanted nothing more than to be close to him. Your hand reached for his chin and his hand was pressing against your back. None of you wanted to break off the kiss, in fear of coming back to reality. But the sound of food coming your way made you break it off, looking at each other with such adoration and love that nothing could come in between the two of you. Both flustered and nervous from the kiss but also full of adrenaline and excitement. Conversation flowed as never before, you talked about the dinner and how you had felt towards Charles and vice versa. 

After dinner Charles wanted to take you to the beach before you headed back to the hotel. The two of you walked hand in hand towards the ocean. You breathed in the salty air and Charles took out his phone to snatch a photo of you. He also started a slow song on spotify.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he grabbed your hand and placed the other on your lower back.

“Dancing with you.” he said, smiling with a tint of rosy cheeks. You just laughed at his sweet actions and danced with him until the sun was setting. He guided you back to the car and drove you to the hotel. When in the lobby you shared one last longing look before you had to be seperated. 

“I’ll see you again?” you asked.

“Of course.” he answered and kissed you knuckles.

“And that’s a promise?”

“That is a promise, ma chérie.”

You smiled and headed for the elevator and the last thing you saw before the door closed was Charles’ flustered face and boyish grin. He was on cloud nine and beyond. He didn’t know when was the last time he had felt this in love and to know that his love was reciprocated.

Je t’aime, (Y/N). Ma chérie. 

A/N: Thank you for reading 🥰

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[myonepiece]

Hi, if it's okay, can I have a friendship headcanon with Ivankov and Mr. 2?

I love reading your writing, especially what you write for Benn. Take care :)

Friendship headcanons

W/ Ivankov and Bon Clay

(platonic)

-Mean girls.

-Ivankov is 100% Regina George, except more sadistic

-Yknow that tiktok group of the three "old laddies" who wear hats and sunglasses and plot that other lady's murder? They talk loudly and always have a bottle of wine, hopefully you know who I'm talking about, you. are. them.

-"Rich gay lifestyle",, my apologies if that's offensive but it's true

-A group of marines will be chasing some pirate group through a village and run right past a little cafe where all three of you are out on the patio having brunch

-Sleepovers do happen usually after getting shitfaced and falling asleep in Ivankov's huge ass velvet or satin sheeted, canopy bed

-It's like those friendgroups of three where they're never apart, wherever Ivankov is, you and Bon Clay are right behind, all three of you are found together around Revolutionary HQ, package deal

-You travel in a pack like wolves, you three and the newkama/the people from kamabakka kingdom

-If you are trans or confused or just wanna mess with your body and/or gender whatsoever, Ivankov is there and ready just say the word

-I think Bon Clay is an. affectionate friend, dramatically affectionate sometimes too, like when he's tired he throws himself on you and whines, he latches onto your waist when you're about to get up/leave

-And he definitely ends up cuddling you in both of your sleeps

-Revolutionaries and marines fear you, even Dragon is careful

-Or or or,,, the pink ladies,, or the thunderbirds whichever y'all are feeling that day, the matching jackets, the hair, the bodies, everything you want

-Matching engagement rings, like friendship rings, but Ivankov bought three engagement rings

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