#George daniel x oc

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on the road // george daniel x oc

valentine's week - day 5: lovers' quarrel

a/n: this is a bit shit but i wanted to resurrect george and cleo and give them a valentine's day because i miss them. also because i need motivation to finish the series cw: nothing much, just a bit of crying wc: 3k

if someone had told cleo a year ago that she’d be spending valentine's day with george daniel, with her boyfriend george daniel, she would have cackled until her stomach hurt. she would have called them insane for even thinking such a thing and moved on with her life. 

but the night before the big day, cleo sighs into her pillow and turns to glare at her empty bed, and by extension her empty apartment. 

turns out she actually isn’t spending valentines day with her boyfriend—not in the way she wants to, at least. 

she picks at a hangnail and hmms noncommittal to whatever matty’s just said on the phone. 

“are you listening to me?” matty asks, and she can practically imagine him snapping his fingers at her. “i said george is picking you up tomorrow. 8 am.”

cleo gapes and sits up in her bed. “no he’s not!”

there’s a silence on the other end of the line, some static. “uhhh… yes he is,” matty says, confusion clear in his voice. “i just confirmed that with him.”

“no, i meant… he doesn’t have to. i’ll take the train.” she chews on the pad of her thumb, waiting to see how matty would react to this. predictably, there’s some shuffle on the line. then the background noise dims before matty speaks again. 

“cleo,” he begins, exasperation clear in his voice. “have you fought again?”

her first instinct is to be defensive. what does he mean again?! it’s not like they fight a lot! sure they bicker maybe, sure they bicker a bit more than a regular couple whatever that means but they don’t fight. well…

apart from a few days ago. and she’s still dealing with the fallout from that. 

“you did, didn’t you?” matty sighs. “no wonder george was so short with me.”

“it’s just a spat,” cleo mumbles and massages her temples. “‘s fine, matty. i’ll take a train tomorrow. he doesn’t need to go out of his way.”

she expects him to argue back, to insist that george should pick her up as planned. instead he just hums. 

“sure,” matty drawls. “if you’ve got 160 quid to throw away, be my guest.”

cleo almost chokes on air then, her eyes wide as saucers. “fuck off!” 

but matty only laughs at her. “it’s either that or a road trip with george. you pick.”

and then the little shit hangs up, leaving her to fume in silence. 

cleo curses at her empty room, at the any and every train operator she can think of. she even plops herself back on the bed to dramatically check for train tickets only to discover that matty absolutely wasn’t lying. once the annoyance drains away, though, her eyes sting with unshed tears. her throat feels tight. 

she really misses george, so much so that she doesn’t even want to sleep in the empty bed anymore. but she settles for hugging the other pillow tightly and closing her eyes. 

cleo promises herself that she’ll talk it out with him tomorrow. she has to. there’s no way she’s going to be stuck with him in a car for six hours while they both fume silently in their respective seats and not talk for the entire duration of it.

george is there 8 am just like matty said. cleo looks at him through the window of her apartment, curtains half drawn so she could sneakily ogle at him and gauge his mood. to her annoyance, his face is absolutely blank. 

not that that’s the first thing she sees of course. 

he’s in a plain white t-shirt that fits him perfectly—it’s just the right amount of loose on him, the sleeves cut off at the perfect point on his arms and the sun reflects on his stupidly gorgeous hair making them shine. to cleo’s utter annoyance, he looks fucking hot. just like he always has. 

on top of that, he’s leaning against the car, a cigarette dangling between his lips so carelessly, every time he holds it between his fingers, the rings on his hand glint and her mind flashes with all the times she’s spent obsessed over those fingers, all the times they’ve made her feel maddeningly amazing. over and over again. 

he takes his phone out to type something and two seconds later her phone buzzes. 

something warm spreads through her chest—sure, they’re mad at each other but at least he’s texting her. at least, there’s some form of communication. 

she runs to look at her phone and it’s like a bucket of cold water’s  just doused the warmth in her chest. it’s not a text from george, it’s a text from matty – he’s waiting downstairs. where are you?

then a moment later – pls don’t make me your messenger pigeon

she stomps like a child and staches the phone in her back pocket. then, just to be annoying, she takes extra two minutes to perfectly apply her lipgloss—let him wait. she’s not in the mood to be nice to him anymore. no matter how good he looks. 

by the time cleo gets to the car, it’s already ten past eight. his eyes widen just a smidge when he sees but he quickly schools his face into a neutral expression and flicks the cigarette butt away. then he stomps on it a couple times and turns, about to go to the driver-side door, leaving cleo to gape at the back of his head. 

he’s never, never let her open the door even once since they got together. not even a single time. but this time he simply slides into his seat and taps impatiently on the steering wheel without saying a word. 

cleo yanks the car door open and slams it shut once she’s inside, she even clicks her seatbelt in place with a scoff and then resolutely turns to the window, turning her face away from him as much as possible. 

by the time they’re out of her neighbourhood and onto the freeway, she can feel his burning stare at the back of her head, so much so that she can’t help but turn around slightly and take a peak at him from the corner of her eye. a muscle feathers in his jaw when someone honks at them and george mutters a low curse under his breath. 

it’s the first time she’s hearing him speak today, and even this isn’t directed at her. the realisation makes her throat feel tight but she refuses to cry any more about the fight than she already has. and so cleo stares straight ahead, vowing not to be the first one to break the silence. 

“coffee?”

cleo startles when george speaks out of nowhere. they haven’t been driving for that long, only about an hour judging by the time blinking on the car’s radio but the tension in the vehicle is thick enough to cut with a knife. 

he looks at her briefly and then points to a costa on the side of the road. cleo nods and waits for him to park the car. 

“i’ll get it for you,” he mumbles just as she’s about the exit the car and flees before she can make a single noise of protest. 

cleo just sits there, absolutely stunned. 

is this what it’s going to be like for the next six hours? tense silences and george running out on her whenever he has the chance to? bitterly, she thinks about how he can’t even stomach spending any more time with her than absolutely necessary. sighing, cleo closes her eyes and gathers her knees to her chest.

“i just… i don’t get you!” george almost yells, exasperation coating every syllable. they’ve been at it for thirty minutes now. ever since since they got back to her apartment from fucking ikea of all places. 

every since george mentioned “their” home and cleo shut down on him. 

“what’s not to get?” cleo yells back. she can’t even bring herself to stand up and fight, she just sits in the corner of the sofa, a throw blanket on her lap almost like a shield. her hair’s a mess from running her hands through it so many times but her scrunchie is around george’s wrist and the middle of a fight is not the time to ask for it. 

“cleo…” he tiredly rubs his face and her heart cracks just a little. “we’ve been together for four months. it’s been amazing. hasn’t it been amazing for you?”

she just nods, not trusting her voice enough to speak. 

“an we’ve lived together before!” his voice cracks. 

“that was different! we were roommates. not– not—”

“oh you can’t even say it now?”

he completely stops pacing then and stares at her intently. cleo tries not to curl into herself under the sudden attention, she tries not to let the anxious ball in her stomach get the best of her. she tries not to be such a bad girlfriend. 

but one look at george and she knows she’s doing a pretty shit job of it. her heart breaks at how upset he looks but cleo can’t bring herself to say the words he really wants to hear. 

“so it’s a no then,” he sighs, “you don’t want us moving in together.”

the weight of his hope settles on her chest, almost suffocating her and george’s shoulders slump. 

“okay,” he says quietly and picks up his car keys. 

cleo doesn’t move when she hears the front door shut softly or when his car comes to life and drives away. she just fidgets with the blanket and wallows in self pity. she could have said yes so easily. 

but cleo’s scared of how much she likes him—maybe even how much she loves him at this point. she’s scared of going all in so soon after how it ended up for her the last time. she’s scared of letting him see the cracks in her armour. 

she wants to make a decision so badly! but her heart wants to give in and her brain reminds her of the last time and cleo can only sit there miserably on her sofa and not come to a decision at all. 

“cleo?” his voice makes her head snap up and she blinks against the sudden brightness. “did you fall asleep?” 

she’s about to say something but her throat feels clogged and her eyes sting. quickly, she averts her eyes from him and takes the coffee cup from him. george lingers by the door, almost like he wants to say something but then he shuts it gently and goes back to the driver's seat. the whole time she says nothing, not for lack of trying. but she knows the moment she opens her mouth the dam is going to burst and everything’s going to come out and she definitely can’t stand another fight within the first hour of a six hour roadtrip.

so she shuts up and takes a gulp of her coffee, hissing when she scalds her tongue. 

“you okay?” george asks, then inhales like he’s about to say something more but cleo quickly hums and turns to her window once again. 

with a pang in her chest she realises it’s a caramel latte with extra drizzle of caramel, her favourite. even in the middle of a fight, he’s remembered her favourite. 

she chokes out a quick “yeah” and takes another sip of her coffee. it’s so sweet, she knows george would make a face instantly if he had a sip of it. she wants to see him make that face now—his nose all scrunched up, his mouth twisted in a grimace. and then she wants to kiss the grimace away. 

quietly, george slides his hand into hers over the gear stick. and that’s the thing that finally breaks her. big fat tears roll down her cheeks like she’s a cartoon character and she can’t fucking stop sniffling like a child. 

“oh baby,” he whispers softly and cleo just cries harder. she’s already made a mess of everything, she can’t stomach his kindness on top of the guilt. but he’s having none of it. 

george takes the cup from her hands and puts it in the cupholder. then unclicks her seatbelt, slides his seat back and, as if she weighs absolutely nothing, he pulls her from her seat and onto his lap. his hold around her is so gentle, it makes cleo cry harder. 

“i’ve messed up everything,” she wails and buries her face in his chest. his t-shirt is so soft (she makes a mental note to steal it later) and fuck, he smells so good too. everything about him is familiar and nice and he’s just… he’s her george. but then his hand wraps around the nape of her neck and she remembers his sad face from a few days ago. 

she remembers his quiet “okay”

“you haven’t, love—”

“no i have!” she states adamantly, “i made you sad.”

he holds her even tighter then, his fingers gently stroking the back of her head but he doesn’t say anything. at any other time she would have huffed and bickered with him about using her own tactic against her, about staying silent until she feels the overwhelming urge to fill it. 

“can i ask you something?” george asks and she lifts her head up to look at him properly. up close, cleo realises how tired he looks. there are circles under his eyes, and she could easily attribute them to late night studio sessions but she has a sneaking suspicion she’s the reason behind them. 

she can so clearly imagine him too, tossing and turning in his bed, waking up from a half-sleep only to find her not there, not spending the night with him just like she does at least five times a week. 

“yeah,” she chokes out again. 

“do you really not want us to live together?”

“that’s not—” her throat closes up again and she swallows forcefully, “i didn’t mean— it’s just—”

“okay deep breaths,” he encourages and starts rubbing small circles on her hip. the pad of his thumb is rough and scratchy, it creates just the perfect kind of friction against her skin that keeps her grounded. and cleo does as she’s asked. 

when she feels sufficiently calm, she tries again. “it’s really scary,” she starts and looks at him again to try and gague his reaction, but george just presses a kiss to her temple and encourages her to go on. “the last time i let someone in so quickly, it didn’t… it didn’t end well.”

“i’m not him,” his jaw ticks for a moment but he swallows again and gives her another little kiss. 

“i know you aren’t. you could never be.”

“so then…why?”

it takes cleo a minute to mull it over in her head. he’s right to ask that question. he’s right because she has absolutely no answer for it. 

“i don’t know,” she mumbles quietly and looks down in shame. they stay like that for a minute. no one moves, no one speaks, but cleo feels his desperation. she knows he wants it so bad. fuck! she wants it so bad—

“a drawer,” she says. “i’ll clear out a drawer. and we can work up from there? please?”

for thirty whole seconds he says absolutely nothing and cleo’s brain conjures up horrible scenarios—he’s going to flinch away from her and tell her to get out of his car. he’s going to call her something hurtful and abandon her in a fucking costa car park an hour away from home. he’s—

george snorts. “did you just suggest exposure therapy?”

cleo blinks at him in surprise. for a beat they both stay silent, and then just like that cleo cracks up, george following suit. two seconds later they’re giggling like teenagers. a couple more tears leak from her eyes but this time she knows it’s not tears of sadness. she’s laughing too hard for that. 

“you’re a fucking idiot,” george flicks her nose and she kisses him. it's their first kiss in the last few days and if she could melt, right here in his lap, she would. she would be an absolute puddle right here but george holds her together and kisses her back so deeply that her head spins. she kisses him with equal ferocity and in that moment none of it matters, not their fight, not this stupid roadtrip, not even her fears. in this moment he’s the only one that matters. 

“but you’re my idiot,” he whispers on her lips once they pull back just enough to breathe. cleo is breathless and blushing. she hasn’t been kissed like this in, well…days, and she kind of hates the fact that they’re in public. 

“i am,” she nods and hugs him tightly. “sorry for being such a loser,” she mumbles into the crook of his neck and feels him nod sagely. 

“‘s alright. not everyone can be as perfect as me.”

“fuck off, george!” she pokes him in the sides, “or i’ll—”

“or you’ll what, huh?” he pokes her right back, “revoke my drawer privileges?”

“too soon!” she whines but they’re giggling once again, kissing each other like they’d die if they don’t make up for the last few days. 

“we’re going to be so late,” she mumbles once they’ve stopped kissing. “matty’s going to yell at us, i hope you know.” 

george just shrugs and looks at her like she’s the best thing he’s ever seen. it makes cleo’s chest ache, it makes her whole body tingle. 

“i’m going to give you the best drawer in my apartment,” she promises. 

“yeah?” he smiles at her and kisses her forehead again. it’s so tender that she almost cries again but george tickles under her chin. silently cleo makes a promise to herself—she’s going to get over this silly fear. she’s going to be the girlfriend he deserves. and most importantly, she’s never going to make him sad again. he’s far too precious for that.

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Same For You: (3) The Deal

A/n: here's part 3 guys, I'm loving writing this series and trust me there's good stuff to come.... I'm so excited!!! I hope you're enjoying this so far :) let me know what you think ❤️- Lou

Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...

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(2) Your Very Own Mirror

She sits in the Dirty Hit office, Jamie sat opposite her, Matty sitting next to Jamie, the pair looking at a bunch of stacked papers. The pair had been texting constantly since they met up for coffee, talking about music, speaking about their songs and their mutual interests in other artists. She explained how Fleetwood Mac was her favorite band, he informed her that they were one of Ross' favorites too. He spoke a lot about Ross, she was unsure what the intention was, she secretly hoped the bearded man asked Matty to slip him into conversation but the rational part of her brain told her it was more likely that it was just general chit chat. Mates supporting mates.

She liked how Matty and her were at the moment, despite not knowing each other for very long at all, he got her, she felt like he had very quickly become one of her best friends. Her favorite times were late at night, when he'd randomly call her and ask "have you heard of this thing love?" And began talking about some niche topic. She also loved when he'd call her to talk about music, to recommend a song he'd listened to and thought she'd like. Each call proved that she was at the forefront of his mind and she was becoming quite accustomed to the idea.

She was sat picking at her nails, only noticing the bad behavior when she feels blood being drawn from the skin, she rolls her hand up into a fist, hiding the abuse she'd given to herself, opting to pick at the varnish of the other hand.

"Are you okay love?" He asks, watching as he picked at her black nail varnish, small flecks falling somewhere unseen. He's by her side in the next second, a look of pure worry on his face. His presence near her, closer to her, made her feel calmer, he quietened her ever noisy brain.

"Yeah yeah... Sorry just a bit nervous I guess" she says making him nod but he can tell she's withholding the truth. He places his hand in hers and squeezes gently, before letting her go.

"Don't be... We're the ones that should be nervous" he says making her confused.

"How so?"

"You might say no" Jamie speaks, placing his phone down on the table.

"Let's get this started then shall we"

The three of them settle on a deal of sorts, a trial period, where Matty, George and Ross (all who agreed prior) would book in some studio time with Y/n and her band. The idea was, that after they had established some tracks, and worked with the boys, if she liked it and felt like the label offered what her and the band was looking for, she would then sign to it. Jamie explained that he hoped she would sign to the label and if they did, they could support the 1975 for a few shows. All of the talk was very exciting but she was also incredibly nervous.

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They all sit around the brown leather booth in a hipster looking bar in Soho, round the corner from where y/n and the band usually perform. She's dressed comfortably in a pair of black jeans and a black knitted sleeveless turtle neck, when she left the house earlier to attend the meeting, it was fairly warm. Outside was now far too chilly for her liking and she cursed herself for not bringing a jacket. Matty had walked with her to this particular bar, texting the rest of the band to join them.

"Cheers" Ross says, clinking his glass against hers and Matty's, George who was sitting across from her raising his glass to her and smiling widely.

"To the new recruit" Matty says making her chuckle and shake her head.

"Hey I haven't agreed yet!" Her words make everyone chuckle and she doesn't miss the way Matty raises his eyebrows at her, as if to say "sureeee"

"Yeah I heard all about your bargaining... Ballsy" George says, the word having been used to describe her far too many times now.

"Got to protect myself and the band haven't I?" She says and they all laugh again.

"So we start making this album with you and you'll consider letting the label sign you?" George asks and she nods.

"Wow... You really are cool... Charli was right" George says making everyone laugh.

"Speaking of' George says, standing up as the black haired girl strides towards him, he meets her in a hug and they share a quick peck, George murmuring a "hi baby" which makes y/n smile warmly, before she's turning towards y/n.

"Hey bitch!" She says, pulling y/n up and hugging her.

"Hi!" She's says, hugging Charli tightly. They weren't the closest but she always loved being around Charli and her friends and was very fond of her, wanting to be closer with her. The girls sit back down and they all talk amongst themselves. Matty talks to Charli and George as Ross speaks with Y/n.

Adam eventually joins and Y/n stops her conversation with Ross abruptly, looking at Adam who was now greeting Matty.

"Hann this is y/n, the artist we told you about. Y/n this is Adam" Matty says and she stands, reaching a hand out to him who shakes it with a smile.

"Great to finally meet you, the guys haven't shut up about you to be honest" he says and she smiles, mouth falling open and then shutting again, at a loss for words.

"You okay love?" Matty asks and she shakes her head, composing herself.

"I can't lie... I'm kind of freaking out, I'm a huge fan..." She says to Adam making everyone laugh.

"You're one of the reasons I started playing guitar, you're mad talented" she hates the way she sounds like a cliche fan but she couldn't help it. Matty raises his eyebrows at her and she sees the cogs turning in his brain, he looks at her and she knows he's mentally saying "Adam your fave then?" But she shakes her head at him.

"Wow, thank you, that means a lot. The guys showed me some videos of you and your band playing, you're sick!" She smiles and blushes at his words, sitting back down next to Ross and continuing their conversation.

"He's right you know... You're really talented, amazing really... How long have you been playing guitar?" The way he so casually compliments her had her heart fluttering and she nearly stutters over her words- nearly.

She feigns confidence as she says "since I was 15, the summer after I discovered your band... I tried bass but it wasn't for me" and he laughs.

"How so?" He asks.

"my hands are too small and I struggled to be honest"

"don't be silly, let me see" he says, lifting her hand and placing it against his. The sensation is instant for both of them, fire igniting, sparks flying, electric buzzing, hand against hand but it's as if their souls have been ripped open for the other to see.

Their mouths both fall open as they touch, neither look at their hands, too busy looking into each other's eyes, occasionally flicking down to each other's lips. She feels the warmth of his hand against her and she blushes.

"You're right... You've got tiny hands" he struggles to get the words out, having to swallow a few times before they even come out. She smiles at his teasing, fingers closing around his hand, tugging it towards her before she opens her hand again, inspecting it closer.

"Or you've just got giant hands Macdonald" he smirks at her then, eyes finally moving away from her lips and down at their hands. Her mouth sits slightly agape as she takes in his hand, eyes falling on the veins and callouses there.

Their moment is interrupted by the buzz of her phone which sits in her lap, her eyes flick down to look at it before she looks back up at Ross.

"Sorry' she says quietly, reluctantly letting go of his hand and reaching for her phone. His hand wraps back around his glass, bringing the liquid back up to his lips to take a sip.

He watches her over the rim of his glass, seeing the way her eyebrows furrow as she reads the text she received. He doesn't like the way she's huffing as she reads it, or the roll of her eyes before she's placing her phone face down onto table, drawing her attention back to him.

She seems almost withdrawn when her eyes find his again, and the smile she directs his way seems forced.

"Everything okay love?" Her stomach flutters at the nickname and she has to stop herself from gasping. She's worried her voice will fail her so she simply nods, but with one look from Ross, a raise of his eyebrows and a tilt of his head, she's spilling all.

"Sorry it's just the band... They didn't want to come to the meeting with me - said I can make the decision as I'm the 'frontman' which I already fucking hate... Which is just stupid anyway because we're a band, were supposed to make these decisions together, and now Jay, drummer, is lecturing me saying I should just sign the contract... That doing studio time with you guys before is a waste of time" she rants, her words are rushed but Ross manages to catch every single one without fail, she buffs at the end of her words, breath fast and shallow.

"Love" he says, her heart fluttering again, picking up tenfold when he takes her hand back in his "breathe for a second" he watches as she inhales deeply before exhaling, her shoulders slumping slightly after she does.

"Better?' she nods.

"Good... I'm sorry darling, that sucks... For what it's worth, I think it's really brave of you.. and super cool too" he says, a clear smirk resting against his lips as he speaks.

"Really?" she barely realises that her hand is still in his, only noticing when he follows his "yeah" with a squeeze of her hand.

"I think you're just trying to do what's best for your band and although they're putting all the pressure on you to make that decision, I think you're making the best one... Just looking out for them" he says and she's the one squeezing his hand now, silently thanking him.

"I'm glad you get it... Thank you Ross" she says, debating whether to pull her hand away from his despite not wanting to. It seemed like it was a matter of who would break first.

"You're welcome sweetheart... Anytime" her breath hitches again at the new nickname, this time not going unnoticed by the bassist, who raises his eyebrows, but doesn't say anything, which she feels grateful for, she really didn't want to feel mortified right now. Instead he surprises her with a question.

"Fancy going outside for a bit?" He asks, eyes never leaving hers, the intensity of his eye contact making her mouth fall open slightly. She nods as her eyes flick from his eyes to his mouth.

They stand from the table, thankfully everyone is too engrossed in their conversation to realise and they quietly slip outside the pub. The cold air immediately makes her skin prick up and goosebumps rise to the surface, she wraps her hands around herself, running them up and down her arms in an attempt to keep herself warm.

Wordlessly, Ross shrugs off his jacket, moving forward and draping it over her frame, the fabric almost immediately drowning her, but the warmth she feels (weather from the item of the clothing, or from the fact she's wearing his jacket) makes her smile. His hands don't leave the lapels straight away, tugging gently until she's standing closer to him.

Maybe it was because Ross was usually quiet, his actions this evening were taking her by surprises, pleasantly so.

"You look cute in my clothes" the confession makes her blush and she has to take a step back, sighing deeply. "Where are you going?" He says, pulling her towards him again. He notices her breath is heavy again.

"What's up, am I making you uncomfortable?" He goes to retreat but she stops him, shaking her head as she looks up at him

"No... Not at all... You're just surprising me is all" she admits and he smirks.

"How so?"

"The pet names, the- the touching... The forwardness... Just didn't expect it from you to be honest... You're usually quiet" she says and he nods.

"I'm not usually this forward to be honest..."

"What is it about me then?" She challenges.

"Everything" the one word answer has her breath hitching again and he notices, smirking and pulling her close to him again.

"I like that noise... Wouldn't mind hearing it in different circumstances" he says, as she laughs in an attempt to ease the tension.

"Jesus Christ" she murmurs "you're giving me whiplash".

"Sorry... I'm coming on too strong aren't I?" He says, stepping back again, this time she lets him. Not because she wanted him away from her (in fact she wanted exactly the opposite) but she allows it because she thinks it's best, she knew they'd get ahead of themselves if she allowed it to continue.

"You're not, don't apologise" she says, making him smile.

"Okay..." The tension seems to be lifted somewhat and she can breathe almost normally again. Her heart is still beating rapidly in her chest, almost soaring when she spots the dimples either side of his lips and the way his eyes are creasing as he smiles.

"I want to get to know you more... Seeing as we're going to be working together" he says and she smirks, sure that was the reason, she thinks.

"Id like that" he nods, stepping forward just slightly. He feels the need, the desire to just hug her but refrains from doing so, wondering what's coming over him. He was never like this usually.

"We should go inside... I'm freezing my tits off" he says making her laugh loudly. Oh god that laugh he thinks, he thinks it's the best noise he's ever heard and knew he'd do anything to hear it again.

"You didn't have to give me your jacket" she gazes up at him, one eyebrow raising, her eyes almost twinkle when she sees him smirk, accompanied with a slow shake of his head. His hand slowly reaches forward, just one hand, reaching for the edge of his jacket, smoothing the fabric between his fingers. She feels his knuckle graze her abdomen briefly before he pulls back.

"Don't be silly, I wanted to... Couldn't have you shivering out here whilst I'm all toasty" he explains, she stops her breath from hitching, sighing instead, trying to pull it off as a content one instead of a surprised one.

"And now it's the other way round" she says, raising her eyebrows as her arms cross over her chest, the fabric creasing under her hands, his scent escaping from the clothing, harassing her senses, making her skin rise in goosebumps again.

"oh shush' he says making her laugh. He places a hand at her back, leading her back inside. They make their way back over to their table, her still in his jacket and his hand still resting against her back, coming to rest against the back of her seat as they sit back down.

Her eyes find Matty's as she shrugs off Ross' coat, the curly haired man frowning at her.

"What's up?' she mouths, worried something was up with him. She couldn't quite explain it but she felt some sort of duty towards Matty already, knowing he was so similar to her and that alone had her wanting to protect him. She wasn't sure whether she liked how deeply she cared for him already, she felt like she knew him so well already and was a scared of getting hurt. Whilst on the other hand, the man who's jacket she was just wearing, she didn't know that well at all, seeing as in the years she had been following the band, he was more reserved than Matty.

"Later" he mouths back, making her frown. She picks up her phone that she left again the table, ignoring the texts from her bandmates and pulling him Mattys contact in her phone.

Ross draws his eyes away from the scene, not wanting to intrude but feels a pang of jealousy hit him. He sees the name light up her phone "Bestie ❤️" and somehow he knows its Matty.

"You'd tell me if something was up right?" She sends the message, hearing the ding of his phone before he's drawing it from his pocket, eyes flicking from the device to her as he reads it.

"Yeah love... Don't worry I'm fine x" she receives back in reply, placing her phone down and smiling at him, he smiles back. She makes a funny face at him for safe measure, just in case he was in fact lying, she hoped it would cheer up a little bit.

He chuckles and the sight makes her smile wide again, turning her attention back to Ross for a second, who smiles at her too.

"So y/n..." She looks to see who was talking to her, finding Adam smiling at her.

"How long have you and your band been together... What's the name again?" He asks and she smiles.

"The Love Of Thieves" she confirms, making him raise his eyebrows, muttering a "cool name".

"We've been together for almost 10 years now... Started when I was 15, the rest were around 18 then" she says.

"They're older than you?" Matty asks, her eyes flicking to him and she smiles, nodding at him.

"Yeah... Everyone thought it was really weird... Me hanging out with people who were older than me. But my brother played bass with our drummer's brother, and we all used to hang out... They didn't realise I was as young as I was until about 6 months in" she explains and everyone laughs. Ross can't help but like the fact her brother played bass, knowing it was a conversation they could have another time.

"Such a cool kid weren't you?' Matty jokes making her raise her middle finger at him.

"Shut up... I didn't get along with people my age to be honest. Besides I grew up around older people, so I just fit in with them" she explains and people around the table nod, seeming to understand.

"Where did the name come from?" George asks, sipping from his glass as his other hand held Charli's.

"We actually kind of stole it..." She says, making everyone laugh.

"My dad always used to play records around the house and I remember coming downstairs one day and this song was playing... Wasn't really my vibe like musically but there was this one lyric" she says, smiling as she looked at her fingers.

"Oh the tears that you weep, For the poor tortured souls, Who fall at your feet... I fucking loved that... So I asked my dad what the song was"

A chorus of "The Love Thieves" breaks out and she nods.

"We added a word obviously..." She laughs again "it was originally just a place holder but it kind of just..."

"Stuck' Matty finishes and she nods again.

"I think that's fucking sick" he then says and she smiles.

"Thanks..." She blushes as Matty smiles.

"Cool name for a cool band" Ross says and she smiles over at him.

Eventually people start filtering out, Adam leaves first, wanting to get home go his wife and child, which Y/n finds very sweet. Charli and George are then leaving next, Charli pulling her up from the table to hug her tightly.

"We'll have to go out soon, just the two of us" y/n confirms with a nod and Charli then kisses her cheek and bids her farewell.

Mumbling a "keep being a legend and if these lot get on your nerves, let me know"

Matty, Ross and Y/n stay until close, eventually being ushered out by one of the bar tenders.

She begins to shiver as soon as she steps outside, and it's a matter of which one shrugs their jacket off first, the winner being Matty, who drapes his coat over her shoulders. She says a thank you but her eyes find Ross' who looks down sadly at her.

"Sorry for being that idiot who didn't bring a jacket" she says making them both laugh.

"It's fine, I've got my cig to warm me up" Matty says and she nods.

"Want me to call you a cab?" Ross then speaks up, she smiles but ultimately shakes her head at him.

"No I'm good thank you, Abbie works around the corner and has just finished her shift so she's going to swing by and pick me up" she explains making the both of them nod.

"Abbie is your guitarist right?" Ross asks and she nods.

"The one and only... She likes to think she's Hann but she's really not" her words making the boys chuckle.

"She's a fan too?' Matty asks, cringing when he realises he just called her a 'fan'. But y/n doesn't mind, because she was one, and a huge one at that. She had their logo tattooed for Christ sake.

"She is" she confirms. They hear the beep of a car and y/n flicks her eyes towards it, seeing Abbie with her head out of her window, waving at them.

"Well that's me" she says, going to shrug off Mattys jacket but he stops her.

"Keep it" he says, pulling her towards him to hug her tightly.

"Lovely to see you again... I really look forward to working with you y/n' he says into her ear as they hug.

"You too Matty... Better text me" she says and he mumbles an 'of course, not getting rid of me now" they then pull away and she steps forward, closer to Ross.

"MacDonald" she says and he smirks down at her, hooking his arms around her waist and pulling her the rest of the way towards him.

"Y/L/N" he says back, sighing into her hair as they hug. It was the first hug they shared and he was already addicted. To the way she felt against him, in his arms, smaller than him, warm against him. The way he could feel her heart beat against his chest and the way she felt her warmth seep into him. The way he could smell her, more strongly now.

"Tonight was fun" he says and she nods against him. The pair realise they've been hugging for a little too long so reluctantly pull away.

"I'll text you" he says and she smiles, really hopeful that he does.

She pulls away and her eyes flick between the pair, heart beating and breath picking up. She then leaves them, walking to the guitarists car, opening the door and getting in.

She was fucked.

"Good night?" She asks as she begins driving.

"Amazing." She confirms.

"Who's jacket is that?'

"Mattys'

"Oh. Anything going on there?"

"No don't be silly"

Her phone buzzes as she looks at it, seeing one notification from an unknown number.

"Let me know when you're home please xx - Ross"

She quickly saved his number in her phone as "MacDonald" tempting to put a little heart next to his name but not wanting to get ahead of herself, when she recieves another message.

"Looked better in my jacket btw... Fancy grabbing a coffee sometime? Xx" it reads and it makes her gasp quietly again.

She thinks twice about sending what she wants to, deciding to just go for it and replying back with a "Yours was comfier... Smelt like you too 🤭... And would love to x"

Her phone pings far too quickly for it to be Ross so she looks again and sees another message, this firm from Matty, who had edited his contact name from the simple "Matty" to "Bestie ❤️" when they went for coffee with one another.

"I'm now realising the huge mistake I made when I gave you my jacket... You've got my house keys" it reads and she gasps.

"Fuck" she says, burring her hand into the pocket of his jacket, feeling the metal against her hands and pulling it out.

"What?" Abbie says.

"I've got Matty's keys" she says.

"Shit" Abbie says.

"Yeah. Shit"

"Text me your address please x" she sends, worrying when he doesn't reply "Matthew!" She then sends.

"I'm not letting you drive all the way here just to drop my keys off xx" - Matty.

"Well I'm not letting you roam the streets in the freezing cold Matthew. Send me your address xx" - Y/n.

He replies back almost immediately with his address.

"Do you mind dropping me off near by? I can get an Uber back if you need to be somewhere" she explains and Abbie nods.

"You sure? I can wait about a bit"

"No honestly it's fine"

They drive almost in silence to his house, pulling up close by.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do" she says making y/n shake her head.

"It's not like that.. I'm just going to give him his keys and then head home...besides you're literally gay"

"exactly"

Y/n walks the last bit towards his house, seeing him sitting on the curb.

"Oh thank fuck, I'm about to freeze to death here"

"Nice to see you too' she jokes.

"I'm so thankful you're here darling. Seriously, I could've crashed at someone's house" he says and she shakes her head, smiling when he pulls her into a tight hug.

"Wanna come up for a bit? I make a mean brew" he offers and despite knowing she should really say no, she's nodding.

"Sounds heavenly" and then she's handing him his keys and they're entering his house.

She's entering Matty Healy's house. Her phone buzzes in her (Mattys pocket) and if she had looked she would've seen a text from Ross that read "Home yet love? You've got me worried here xxx"

(4) No Need To Explain

A/n: AHHHHH what's going to happen next? Let me know what you think is going to happen!! If you're liking this please consider liking, leaving a comment and reblogging :) love youuuuu

© all lyrics are written and owned by yours truly (let's ignore the fact they're not that good but yeah) no stealing hehe

[yourtouchismidas]

reading what the new yorker has to say about george and how he radiates utter stillness (very hot) has given me so many ideas, like imagine him with someone who has the absolute shortest fuse ever. idk maybe while he believes in quiet, stoic intimidation, girlie (a foot shorter than him) just gets into a bar fight. maybe she sees a couple of much older men getting a bit too comfy with young girls just trying to have a fun night and she's ready to throw hands. firm believer that george has to actually pick her up and take her away so she doesn't get arrested. also a firm believer of the fact that he finds it insanely attractive and shows it to her quite generously

(the possibilities are endless 😌)

you're drunk. its fucking great and you're having an amazing time. the music is loud. everyone is dancing. you're grinding on some girl you havent ever met, dont even know, and your boyfriend and his bandmates are all at the bar, sipping beers and laughing at you. with the exception of matty who is right there on the dancefloor with you, jumping around and pumping his fist.

ugh george. you love him. you love his face. his cheek bones. his smile when he laughs at you. you give him a cute little wave and he winks at you, barely moving apart from that. then you go back to dancing. god life is good.

you've lost the girl you were dancing with before but you dance with matty for a bit, his curls bouncing, you whooping, egging him on, and him grabbing your hands and spinning you around. when he does, he takes a step back and accidentally nudges a girl behind him, and her and her friends turn to you both, you meeting their eyes as you finish you spin.

matty holds his hands up, "sorry, sorry,"

they glare at him. you pull matty away and start dancing again, saying sorry yourself. the girls turn away. they sip thier drinks. but they aren't moving. thier standing on the dance floor. not dancing. there is plenty of space over by the bar to stand, if they want. you wave at george again, who is standing in the space, like a good boy.

oh well. fuck them. you're having a good night. you just wish they would stop glaring at you, because they are again, in between the gaps matty's arms make. you spin him around so your back is to them instead, so they wont get upset with him again if he nudges them, because he might, because he is drunk too.

you dont know if your feet actually land on hers, you dont feel it, and okay they might have, but the girl yells out.

"erm. ow!" she says. you turn around.

"sorry," you say again, even though you're not even sure you touched her.

"you stood on my foot," she says.

"i'm sorry," you say again, not sure what she wants you to do.

"you should be a bit fucking more careful, you know."

you breathe in. you were being careful. but thats not the point. its a dance floor. in a club. it's one in the morning. and they are standing on it. you start to burn, in your chest, angry.

"you know there is plenty of space over there if you dont wanna dance," you say, pointing to the bar. george notices you point. his attention pricks. he looks over to where you are talking to a group of girls and one of them is giving you a dirty look.

"we can stand where we want thanks," she says. "just like you act like a twat wherever you are."

"woah, alright," matty says, stopping dancing.

"what's this guy's problem anyway?" the girl says, looking round at her friends.

"we don't have a problem," matty says.

"we might," you say, staring at her. george has put his beer down on the side. ross is already primed, ready to watch it, if needs be.

"no no, just go back to dancing," matty says, smiling big at the girls.

"go back to standing in everyone's fucking way you mean," you say.

"shut the fuck up," the girl says, stepping closer to you.

you're in it now, you can't back down, you cant let this girl win. you step towards her too.

"i'll do what i like, thanks though."

the girl shoves you. everyone around you moves. you're reaching out to shove her, and before you know it, george is in the crowd with you, hand on your shoulder and waist, firm, looking down at the girl that shoved you. she has to look up to see his face.

"everything okay here?" he says, mainly to the other girl.

she nods. but she's smirking. she looks back at her friends, smirking. you lunge, out of his protective grasp, towards her. she steps back, trips a little, spills her pink drink all down her white dress. you dont reach her. georges arms have got you again, but this time, he is lifting you into the air.

"come on," he says, "be the bigger person,"

"i dont want to," you say squirming. the girl is crying, looking down at her ruined dress while all the other girls flock around her and fawn over her.

"dont have to," george says, nudging you to look at her, sobbing. you smirk.

george turns to carry you out, but before he does, he turns back to the girls and says, almost monotone, "ladies, if you're not gonna dance, dont stand on the dancefloor. it's good advice"

and then you're both gone, into the night air, into your boyfriend's arms.

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [4]

chapter four, act one: antichrist

January 18th 2012

It’s a sunny day.

And warm, especially for January.

The flowers are starting to bloom, dandelions and buttercups.

But that’s not how the day feels. It feels dreary and sad.

But that’s not how Tommie feels. No, she’s angry, furious.

At herself, her mother, at everyone.

There’s a hand squeezing her shoulder that brings her out of her thoughts and tears her eyes away from the grey stone.

“Ready to go?”

She lets her eyes glance at Adam for a second, then the other three Manchester boys who’d travelled down and are watching from afar.

“Yeah, yeah.”

He wraps his arm around her shoulder and tugs her into his side, his other arm soothing against her head as she breaks down into a sob.

She cries into his chest and he rests his chin on her head, a soothing back running up and down her back.

“Why didn’t she tell me?”

“She wanted to protect you.”

“Protect me?” She shakes her head and pulls out of his grip, the back of her wrist rubbing her nose, “No, this is typical her behaviour. She did this- she did this on purpose. She always does this, keeps me out of things until it's too late then eats us both up.”

“Tommie-”

“All the time, all the damn fucking time, all-”

“Okay…” Adam tries to bring her into him again but she pushes him away, “Tom, please, let’s go.”

She steps back, a hand shaking as it covers her mouth, only to run up her face and through her hair to pull out the bobble holding her hair up.

The other three make their way over at this point, George placing a comforting hand on Adam’s back as he tries to hold back his own tears at losing his aunt.

Ross is the one who heads for Tommie, taking her into one of his bear hugs. She doesn’t fight back this time, she lets her hands fist his coat and rests her forehead on his chest as she cries into him.

Matty goes for Adam, reaching for his hand and squeezing, “We’ll be okay.”

Adam turns to his best mate, tilting his head as tears fill his eyes, “I’m worried this will break her, Matty.”

He sniffs and tugs his other arm free of George to rub his cheeks, letting George hold it again when he’s satisfied there are no more tear trails.

“She still has you, us, we won’t let her be alone.”

Adam shrugs halfheartedly, “Doesn’t matter how many people she can surround herself with, she can still feel so alone- I just wish there was something more I could do for her.”

“I promise you-” George sends him a look over the top of their friend's head, Matty chooses to ignore it, he’s always been a little too impulsive with his promises, whereas George thinks their sacred things that shall only be given if you’re sure you can achieve it, “I will not- we will not,” He gestures to himself then George, and then over to where Ross is still holding Tommie, “Let anything happen to her. I will make it my soul purpose to be sure she gets through this and lives a happy life.”

Adam tugs him in with one harsh pull of his shirt and wraps his arms around him before he starts crying into his shoulder. George moves up behind them, wrapping his long arms around them both.

Matty turns his head, and despite the situation he smiles. He watches Ross’ large frame tower over Tommie, practically swallowing her whole as she grips him. She’s not crying now, just standing there staring into space.

Ross moves them over. Forcing her to join the group hug, she gets mixed up in the middle, being passed around for a couple of minutes hug from each person, the final one being Matty.

He squeezes her tighter than Ross, draws bigger circles into her back than Adam and holds her much more delicately than George did.

But at the same time, he’s silent.

No whispered words like the rest of them, when his head moves and she can feel his breath on her ear she allows the lump to rise. To stay there and prevent the breath from trying to escape.

But he doesn’t say a single thing, his lips press into the skin below her ear, soothing across her neck and she lets her breath release in a stuttered mess. Clinging onto his neck tighter and burying her hands into his curls.

“Please keep holding me.”

He nods, still doesn’t utter a single thing, just tightens his grip around her. But in his head, all he’s saying is, ‘I’ve got you.’

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Tommie breathes in the smoke of her cigarette deeply, watching Matty beside her as he inhales his own cigarette.

She tilts her head a little and he does it back when he notices her staring at him, “What?”

She smiles a little looking away.

She’s probably had too much to drink, but she couldn’t have gotten through her own mother’s funeral- or seeing the distant family members that she hates- without it.

She’s just a little drunk, cheeks flushed, hair a little messy from the wind that blows over them as they sit on the brick wall outside her local pub.

She buries herself further into the long coat he’d given her back at the church, the one she hasn’t taken off yet, even as she was inside the warm sweaty pub.

She glances at him again in the corner of her eye, cigarette hanging from her lips and hands buried in the coat pocket, fidgeting with his packet of cigarettes, and when he glances at her again she looks away, smile getting bigger.

He sighs, turning his body and swinging one leg over the wall to face her entirely, “What?”

“Nothin’.”

“Tommie.” He says, his voice a little stern as he reaches out to tug the collar of the jacket.

She looks at him, glances up and down then giggles.

“What?” He asks, finding himself smiling at her giggles, it’s funny. The smoke curls around her head like a halo, her bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks paired with her giggles and dimples.

“You uh…” She breaks off as she giggles, “You ever seen that Hugh Jackman film? The animated one?”

“I uh, don’t know, what’s it called?”

“The one about the toilet…” She clicks her fingers, cigarette resting between her middle and ring finger, “Kate Winslet is in it, and the frogs, you know, the rat one.”

“Flushed away.”

She giggles again as she nods, taking another quick drag and letting the smoke fall from her mouth as she talks, “Yeah, yeah that one. You seen it?”

“I have.”

“You look like Roddy in that suit.”

“I look like a rat?” He questions, “Did you just call me a rat?”

She nods, pushing the back of her hand against her cheeks to try and cool them down, “No, no, if anything, I said you look like Hugh Jackman, which should be a compliment.”

“Oh, thank you, very much.” He replies sarcastically, jumping down from the wall and crushing the cigarette with his boot.

He holds his hands out for her and she pushes the cigarette into his mouth, using his hands to drop down the little wall that barely even reaches her hip.

“I think it’s time we get you home.”

He starts walking her down the little path, taking his phone out to message Adam and tell him where they’re going, but her reply makes him pause and turn back to her with an annoyed glance.

“Okay, Roddy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry… Roddy.”

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January 27th 2012

There’s a knock on the door, it’s loud and doesn’t stop, just keeps going.

She pulls herself up from the bathroom floor, she’s stumbling, she can’t keep her grip on anything but the consistent knocking on her door forces her forward.

She blinks when the setting sun lights up the room, she hasn’t opened the blinds in days so the light hurts her eyes foreign her hand- the one that's not gripping onto the door handle for the life of her- shields her eyes.

“Hey, oh great- you got the merch we sent.”

“What?”

Matty ducks his head, “The box,” He tugs on the black hoodie, “The new merch we’re trying out.”

She nods, that's when he notices her face, and the way she sways around too much.

“Tommie? You alright?”

“Yeah.”

He steps forward, taking her hand from the door handle to close it behind him, “You, uh… you okay?”

She nods then coughs a little to clear her throat, “Fine. Uh, what- what are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine, stop asking that.”

“Have you been drinking?”

She scoffs, looking offended, “Who do you think I am, my father? No, I have not been drinking.”

“Why are you acting so weird?”

“I’m not.”

He raises his brows, looking around a little, he notices the bathroom door open and walks over, “Want a drink?” She asks quickly, stumbling over to pull him the other way.

“You have any tea?”

She nods quickly and pulls him to the kitchen, “I’m just going to put my jacket in the living room really quick.”

She mumbles something but doesn't turn around. That's when he goes to the bathroom, glancing in to see the two empty bottles.

“Tommie?”

He hears the boiling kettle, then a smash and he’s sprinting back to the kitchen, watching her on the floor clutching her head, “Tommie, hey? Hey?”

She flinches when he shakes her, “Ow, what are you doing?”

“How many did you take?”

“How many?” She repeats, flinching when he grabs her head, “Ow careful.”

She rubs her head, and that’s when he looks up, noticing the open cabinet and the red mark, he leans back on the floor and breathes a sigh of relief, “You didn’t OD?”

She scoffs and clears her throat, “OD on what? My anxiety tablets?”

“I thought, you were acting weird, and with everything going on-”

“I didn’t OD, Roddy,” She says quietly, “Just because my mam’s died doesn’t mean I’ve lost the plot.” To try and lighten the mood she laughs a little, “We both know that happened a long time ago.”

He laughs and nods, leaning his head back against the cupboards, “I just- I worry, you know.”

She nods, “I know… thank you.”

He grips her hand and nods and she takes them away to harshly rub at her eyes and blink a little, “I just- got a bit of a headache that’s all.”

He nods, “Can I uh, get you anything?”

She shakes her head and then squints, “What are you doing here?”

“Hann told me, about the house.”

She rolls her eyes and falls back against the cupboards opposite him, “Of course he did.”

Matty purses his lips in a smile and awkwardly avoids meeting her eye, “I came to bring you to Manchester.”

She scoffs again and drags herself to her feet, “I’m not going to Manchester, where am I going to live?”

“With us.”

“In your shitty apartment?”

He nods, “Ross and Adam share, and George and I share anyway, the third room we used as a studio, but we can change it-”

“Roddy, I’m fine here.”

“Yeah? Where are you going to live?”

She shrugs, busying herself with making them both some tea, “Your dad doesn’t give a shit, your grandparents already moved away last month- Where are you going to go?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, maybe you’ll go to uni, but what are you going to do during the summer? And how are you going to afford the accommodation, just- just let us help you, Tommie.”

“I don’t- need help. I don’t,” She pauses and sighs, running her hands through her hair and pauses, hands cupping the mug, “I’m fine, Matt.”

“You don’t even want to move to Manchester to help with the album?”

“Matty, I-”

She pauses and turns quickly, dropping the spoon she was holding into one of the cups, “Album? You did it? You got an album?”

He nods quickly, a smile breaking out. It’s the reason he came down here actually, well part of the reason. The other part is she hasn’t answered anyone the past two weeks, not even her cousin.

She jumps at him, the pair of them laughing as he wraps his arms around her, “We all did it, Tom. The five of us.”

“I didn’t do anything, you’re the genius. You’re the musician, oh my god- this is amazing!”

She laughs, pulling back, hands gripping his shoulders, “So?”

She keeps laughing, raising her brows, pausing her little jumps to rub at her head when she gets a little dizzy and lightheaded. “So what?”

“Will you come help us do the album?”

“We have another EP lined up and then after that the album and…”

She slowly tilts her head giving him that ‘what do you want?’ look.

“Can I maybe… pinch some lines from your book?”

She seems a little more shocked than annoyed, “You really did read my book?”

He nods, “I wanted to know what was so secretive about the leather one you have. It’s good, you’re an amazing writer, Baby, you shouldn’t lock it in that stupid book forever.”

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February 1st 2012

Matty opens the door, balancing two boxes on top of each other, “Welcome to the shag pad.”

Tommie doesn’t even step inside, she turns right around with her suitcase and he laughs stumbling to catch her elbow while balancing the bags and boxes in his arms, “Don’t be a dick, come on.”

He kicks the door open a little more then shuts it behind them, “Don’t call it that again, please.”

“Deal. Sorry.”

“Where is everyone?”

“Uh, Adam’s at his parents, Ross is at work, and pretty sure George is at a girl’s place,” He places the boxes down to readjust his grip then walks her through the tiny living room past the kitchen to the little hallway at the back, “Here, this one's yours.”

He opens up the empty room, it’s small, but bigger than the room in her old house so she’s happy.

He puts her things down on the little dresser shoved into the corner, “I’m gonna go order food, that drive made me starving.”

She nods, still looking around the room, picturing it finished in her head. Before he can walk completely out she grabs his wrist, he stumbles back a little, both of their box tattoos rubbing against each other as their skin meets.

“Thank you.”

He knows she’ll hate it, but he pulls her into a hug, arms wrapping around her shoulders as he rests his chin on top of her head. He places a kiss on her hairline, squeezing her tighter when he feels her hands spread across his back.

“Welcome home.”

She giggles into his black t-shirt and he pulls back slightly to look down at her, “That was cringy.”

“I know.”

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April 24th 2012

“Ready?” George asks, tapping her on the head repeatedly in a steady rhythm with his drumsticks.

She clutches the neck of her guitar nervously rocking back and forth on her feet, “Yeah, yeah.”

He nods, moving the sticks under one arm so he can grip her shoulders and shake her around a little bit, but then the lights are dimming, Matty’s running out first followed by the rest and the gig begins.

The lights seem to be a little too bright halfway through the show, she’s hiding behind Ross, using his shadow to protect her eyes.

She’s looking around trying to see the crowd but without her glasses, she has to strain, that in itself causes a headache to which she gives up, focusing on the back of Ross’ head where his tag is flipped over.

Tag, clothing tags.

She can feel the tag on the side of her shirt itching her side, during a break she scratches at her side until it’s red and raw, skin flakes under her nails and little droplets of blood on her shirt.

Then- despite being unable to focus on the faces of those in the crowd- she can clearly see their disgust, of her and her playing. Of the last-minute outfit she threw on, a little shirt and some blue jeans. Of the way she misses that one note, and the way she is.

Her hair, her height, her hands, her legs, her arms, her face, her chin, her eyebrows, her-

“Thank you, thank you…”

The moment they’ve finished their final song she's gone, doesn’t even wait for Matty’s usual long monologue, and is off there right away.

Her headache gets worse first, the moment she’s backstage, with actual overhead lights she’s clutching her head and stumbling into people.

After that it’s the noises, too many conversations, the distant crowd, George’s laugh, and Ross surprised yells as Adam jumps on him.

She finds a corner, back against the wall, hands over her ears, head buried between her knees.

Matty’s the one to notice, guiding the guides into their green room with a promise of drinks on him.

He doesn’t know what to do at first, he kneels in front of her but she’s so in her own head she doesn't notice it.

Then he pushes her hair from the back of her neck, moving his cold hands to press there. She flinches at first but doesn’t move until he’s using the back of her neck to guide her face to his chest, removing one hand from her right ear to press it against his heart.

“I’m right here.”

He rests his chin on her head, moving her to rest in his lap, “You did good, Baby, so good, promise.”

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[not-alien-girl-v]

hey guys

here’s how i imagine the characters in my new girl au

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:*⋆.*:･ﾟ.: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

Matty

ok so matty is like 22-23ish in the story but i picture him like this in my head with the 2014 long curly mohawk that is like the aftermath of the icky 2013 shorter straightened mohawk that i hope never comes back

George

so for george i imagine him pre hair bleach when he still had his hair brown slightly curly but with a little bit of his 2014 bleached mohawk style to it just less fried lol and he definitely had most of his tattoos he had in 2014 because it’s essential to the character ok i love him sm anyways

Ross

sorry ross girlies but he’s very much 2014 ross in this NOT with the shaved head but also not with the hot long hair he has now and he has a few tattoos but not a lot not as much as george i imagine him being pretty simple with the way he dresses in this story not too cool like george or messy like matty he’s just a simple black t shirt and jeans kind of guy and that’s ok we still love him

Violet

ok so violet is ME but i don’t want to post pics of myself and force you all to imagine me into your book so here’s a little description of the character violet in this: pasty white girl bleached blond hair with brown roots growing in, septum and nose pierced and a lot of ear piercings like lobes and going all the way up the helix. she doesn’t have a lot of tattoos because of modeling and stuff like she can take out all her piercings if needed but in this made up world she has a few tattoos and a lot of piercings and she can still do her job <3

Reader

reader is supposed to be YOU but if you don’t like that then that’s fine, leave it up to the imagination how y/n looks but she has a very cute simply and cozy sense of style like i’m picturing cardigans, colored tights, and silly hair clips but aside from that, take your own creative liberties on how y/n looks

Adam

adam isn’t even in this story YET he will be soon i swear i wouldn’t leave him out like that ok also i can’t add any more images to this post but i imagine adam in his 2014 era like he’s pretty simple i’m seeing a lot of white tank tops like i feel like that’s kind of his thing white tank tops and leather jackets ok i swear he’ll show up eventually k bye love you all

[sodascherrycola]

Full Name: Alice Lorraine Daniel (nee Donaldson) DOB: September 21st 1991 Age: 32 years old

Parents: Andrew and Jennifer Donaldson Siblings: Only Child S/O: George Daniel Married: November 15th 2025 (34 years old) Hometown: Nova Scotia, Canada Nicknames: Allie, Al Job: Journalist Personality Traits: Adventurous, Kind, Shy, and Brilliant

Children: Samuel Bedford Daniel (23, 2014) Eloise Michelle Daniel (28, 2019) Sylvie Bronwen Daniel (32, 2023) June Caroline Daniel (32, 2023)

Appearance: - Blonde Hair - Hazel Eyes - Baby Cheeks and Freckles - Warm tones and Jeans is all she wears

[no-144444]

the grid reacts: getting caught making out!

featuring: Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc, Daniel Riccardo, George Russell, Alex Albon, Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris

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Oscar Piastri 

It was just meant to be a small peck, but then he wrapped his arms around you, and it escalated. It had all started with a tiny peck, just before you left his driver’s room to leave him time alone before the race, but Oscar had very persuasive lips (and a very persuasive tongue). He lifted you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he deepened the kiss, holding you impossibly close. Then he sat down on his physio table, making you straddle him as you got as turned on as he was. You two had time, right? His hands grabbed anywhere and everywhere, exploring your body, despite knowing it so well. You whimpered into his mouth as he squeezed your ass, making you jolt forward. He smirked as you pulled back, throwing him a look of annoyance. 

“Let me kiss it better?” he smirked and you playfully hit his chest, and he pulled you back in for another kiss. "I love you."

“Oscar! We’ve been calling you for-” Lando’s voice rang out as you scrambled to get off of him, but Lando had already seen. You buried your head in your hands, embarrassed and trying not to laugh as Oscar pulled his cap off of his head and covered his bulge. Lando burst out laughing, nearly falling to the floor as he realised what he’d walked in on, and you got up to leave, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and giving Lando a kick on your way out. 

You: We are never doing that again. Top 10 most embarrassing moments of my life. 

Oscar: Ok WatchMojo. 

You: Sassy man apocalypse. 

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Charles Leclerc

Charles was a horny man after races. No matter how tired he was, he had to have you. That’s how you ended up in his driver’s room with his lips on yours. He was intoxicating. His sounds, his lips, his tongue. Everything. 

“Mon coeur,” he bit down softly on your collarbone. “Tu es trop belle pour être vraie-” (you are too beautiful to be true)

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me Charles,” you said, out of breath. He had a habit of trying to take things slowly, especially in risky places. You were almost sure he had a thing for doing it in public. He smirked down at you and pressed his lips to your again, using one hand to start to undo your trousers. 

Suddenly the door flew open and you both sat up, hitting your head off of the other’s head, both of you groaning out in pain. 

“Connerie,” he hissed, holding his forehead. 

“Motherfuck!” you groaned as Arthur stared at the two of you dumbfounded, his cheeks red. 

“I’ll just… come back later,” he said, then closed the door behind him. 

“We’ve just traumatised your little brother,” you sighed, hiding your face in the nape of his neck. 

“He will survive,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Too bad my pride didn’t,” you added, making him laugh. God, you loved his laugh. 

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Daniel Riccardo 

He was a slick bastard. One ‘I need help with my suit babe’  and there you were in his driver’s room, your shirt being pulled off and new hickies being left over the fading ones. It had been 2 weeks since you’d seen Daniel, too busy to come to the last race, and then you were travelling for a friend’s wedding. Now you were back, and Daniel was planning on showing you just how much he missed you, 40 minutes before the race started, aka, when he was already supposed to be in the damn car. 

“Daniel, we should stop just-” You started, thinking about someone walking in on you two. Sadly RB didn’t give their driver’s fucking locks on their doors, probably because of Baku 2018… yeah, you and Daniel weren’t exactly quiet, and he wasn’t exactly happy after that race. “Slow down.”

He pulled back, smirking up at you. “Baby, come on, we have a bunch of time, and I haven’t seen you in 2 whole weeks, who’s going to walk in?”

You nodded and pressed your lips to his again, allowing your conscience to fall away with the way he was kissing you. Kissing Daniel was like nothing else. Everything else fell away, there was only him. 

But who would walk in? Yuki, probably. 

“Daniel- WOAH! LOCK THE DOOR!” he screamed, alerting the entire motorhome of your actions. You quickly pulled your shirt back over your head as he ran out. As Daniel laughed for a solid minute, you tried to get over your loss of dignity. Yuki sure did make things interesting.

“I have no lock arsehole!” Daniel laughed. 

“You do! It’s the weird thing above the handle!” One of the mechanics shouted back. You walked over to the door, turning the thing above the handle, and the door locked. Daniel laughed even harder. 

Once you finally stopped Daniel from laughing, you both walked out to the whole team clapping and whooping. 

Yeah, not your finest moment. 

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George Russell

His stupid dumb pretty face. He just looked so kissable, and you couldn’t help yourself. He was covered in champagne, and he was supposed to be using these 5 minutes to shower and change, but you had other plans. You ran him to his driver’s room, started kissing him, and didn’t stop. He didn’t seem to mind, even if it meant he wouldn’t get to shower and he’d just be champagne-y all night. He pushed you against the wall, his hands on your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair. His soft, gorgeous hair. 

His hands travelled up, taking your top with them and you smirked. 

“Getting handsy?” You smirked. 

“Never,” he shook his head and pulled your top off, beginning his assault on your neck. 

“George! Get out of the fucking shower, you can condition later- OH FUCK OFF!” Aleix, his trainer shouted and ran back out the door. George did the gentlemanly thing and covered you, but not without laughter. 

“George!” you hissed as he laughed. “Give me my top!” 

He handed you your top and quickly changed into a new suit, spraying himself in deodorant. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek with one last chuckle. “It's a good story for the grandkids,” he shrugged, leaving you with a smile as he went off to do interviews.

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Alex Albon

Alex had finished in the points again, and you were just so proud of him. Since he’d gotten out of the car you’d kissed him many a thousand times, but he wasn’t complaining. Actually he’d started making out with you about 3 minutes ago, and something in his kisses told you he wasn’t planning on stopping.

“Your mom will be here any minute,” you reminded him, pulling away. He rolled his eyes. 

“Did you seriously just mention my mom while I had a semi?”

“Had?”

“You mentioned my mom!” 

You chuckled and pressed another kiss to his perfect lips. He pulled you back in, kissing you deeply as his hands ran through your hair, messing it up, but you didn’t care. It felt too good, he felt too good. He nipped at your lips, coaxing them open so he could push his tongue into your mouth. His hands slowly went further down, dangerously close to where your top zipped. 

“Alex,” You warned, breathless. 

He smirked up at you. “For a minute?” 

“Alex-”

“Alex? Are you in here?” George asked, walking in. The Brit was stopped in his tracks when he saw you on his lap, hiding your face in his neck as you tried to contain your embarrassment. He hadn’t even seen anything, but your cheek heated and you wanted the floor to swallow you up.  “Oh, sorry for cockblocking, chat later.”

You both started laughing when he left. 

“We need to start locking the door,” he sighed. 

“I think I’m in shock, I thought that was your mom!” you cried, your breath finally going back to normal as Alex laughed at you. 

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Lewis Hamilton

It wasn’t fair how good he looked in his media day outfits, and he knew it too. He knew you’d pull him to the side and tell him to meet you in his driver’s room, he knew he’d come, and he knew he’d get to fuck you. 

So there you were, in his driver’s room, his lips on yours as you both desperately pulled each other’s clothes off. 

Too bad you forgot to lock the door. 

“Lewis have you- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK MY EYES!” Lando immediately covered his eyes, turning around as you dressed yourselves. Did you feel guilty? Yes. Did you care at all? Not really. As soon as he left, would you two continue? Probably. “HAVE SOME SHAME AND HUMILITY PLEASE?”

Lewis laughed. “What do you need now?” 

“Bleach for my eyes, maybe!” Lando’s voice cracked and he turned back, his cheeks red. “I need an extra ice pack if you have one.” 

Lewis nodded and got one of his ice packs out of the freezer in the corner of his room. “Here.”

Lando took it and left without another word. You looked at Lewis, shaking your head. 

“I thought you locked the door,” you smirked, allowing him to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss up your neck. 

“That’s funny, I thought you did,” he smirked. 

“You’re going to get us caught,” you whispered. 

“I don’t really care.”

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Max Verstappen 

He’d won (again), and he was horny afterwards (again). As soon as he was done with the podium and the main interviews, he ran to his driver’s room and called you to meet him there, needing some ‘support’.

“Max,” you hissed as he cupped one of your breasts in his hand, kissing down your neck. 

“Yes?”  he answered innocently, pressing his lips to yours again. 

“You have interviews-” 

“Fuck the media,” he whispered. “I want you.”

“Max this is a bad idea-” 

Just then, the door swung open to reveal Daniel, holding a camera. 

“You two need to keep it down, we can hear you down at RB!” he laughed as MAx started blushing, pushing his friend out of the room. They fought for a moment, but Daniel eventually left you two alone. Max sat beside you, letting you lean into him. 

“He’s going to post that, isn’t he?”  You asked. 

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You’d never have a day of peace with him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Lando Norris

He was a sly bitch. It started as small pecks on your neck and the top of your head, then it was kisses on the lips, and now he had his tongue down your throat as you ground down on him, even though you both knew he was needed elsewhere.

"That's it," he whispered, loosing himself in the feeling of the both of you. "Feels so good."

You nodded, in pure ecstasy as you felt his hands and lips on you. "So good Lan."

His hands pulled you closer (if that was even possible) and you smiled into the kiss. This was the perfect moment-

"LAN!" Zak brown's voice pulled you both out of it, and you scrambled to get up.

Lando sighed as you left his lap and groaned out a simple "What?"

"We need you for a marketing thing, come on, chop chop!" Zak was as oblivious and cheery as ever and you could barely contain your laughter at Lando's 'annoyed teenager' face, as you and Oscar had started calling it.

"Bye baby," you pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he fought back the urge to ignore his duties and just go back to the hotel and spend the rest of the day with you.

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[monzaaasharl]

Mama

Pairings:: F1 drivers x Female driver! Reader, Christian Horner x Daughter! Reader, Geri Halliwell x Daughter! Reader

Summary:: Geri Halliwell-Horner shows social media just how proud she is of her daughter and her journey into motorsport, and that their mother-daughter bond really is special and unbreakable.

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gerihalliwellhorner

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gerihalliwellhorner I'm so immensely proud of you, my darling. It feels that only yesterday you were begging me to take you to the race track so you could practice your karting skills and now you're driving a Formula One car! You've come so far and been through so much. I can't wait to see you on the circuit!

y/nhorner I'm so lucky to be you're daughter 🩷

gerihalliwellhorner I'm lucky to be you're mother

y/nnnn.xx_ Why can't I have this sort of relationship with my mum

leclerccc_.baee ^^^ fr, they seem like such a perfect family

christianhorner ❤️

oscc.norris_814 I want Geri to be my mum 😭

y/nhorner

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y/nhorner Thank you to everyone that has helped me to get to where I am today, this opportunity to drive in Formula 1 is a dream come true. Thank you to my father for buying me my first ever kart and for getting me into racing. But my biggest thank you is to my mother for always believing in me and making sure I never gave up working for this. You're my biggest fan and I'm yours too ❤️

gerihalliwellhorner I love you so much, my darling, you've always made me so proud ❤️

y/nhorner I couldn't have done it without you ❤️

christianhorner As your father I can't wait to see you in action in Bahrain, but as your opponent I'm definitely a bit worried

y/nhorner As your daughter I will make you proud and as your competitor I will make you scared 😂

mickschumacher I can't wait to have you as a teammate

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shelovesformula1 You're going to smash it!!!

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lewisss.88 I'm actually so excited for this like there's finally a female formula one driver

webber21vettel She's either gonna be amazing or a flop 😬

s55nz.sf I feel like she's already been overhyped

16_jenson.alo Fr, theres a reason women don't drive in f1

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[sebscore]

please write about the gzd doing twitch streams! she would have the most entertaining ones i think. she react to different grill the grid videos and funny f1 videos too.

GLASS HALF FULL KINDA GAL

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader 

warnings: swearing. drunk reader. 

author's note: someone asked for gzd to do some streaming! I know it's not twitch, but i'm quite happy with the way this turned out! X 

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''Hello, everyone! I am here again, gracing you with my presence!'' Y/N greeted the thousands of people tuning into her Instagram live. 

She waved at the camera. ''I hope everyone had a great day or is about to have a great day, depends on where you live,'' she grinned, ''I'm here to live out my influencer life and unbox a package that has been delivered to me.'' 

Y/N grabbed the box from next to her so it was more visible on the screen. ''My good friend, Daniel Ricciardo sent me a box of his new wine collection,'' she showed the large logo to everyone, holding the box close to the camera, ''and I'm gonna try it out now.'' 

The young driver opens the package and picks out one of the three identical wine bottles. ''So this is called 'DR3 the Third Cabernet Sauvignon' and it was made in the South of Australia.'' She read the label out loud, an impressed look on her face. 

Y/N held the wine bottle up in front of her phone as if she were a Youtuber showing their viewers the make-up product they were using. ''Very, very pretty.'' 

She took the corkscrew that she had quickly grasped before starting the live and easily opened the bottle. ''This isn't my first time at the rodeo, guys.'' Y/N chuckled as she saw fans commenting about how she opened the bottle with ease. 

''Okay, let's taste this baby!'' Filling her glass with wine, she was excited to try Daniel's new wine. 

The young woman made several comedic attempts at seeming like a professional wine expert; smelling the drink and spinning her glass around. 

''Cheers, everyone!'' She tapped her glass against the screen of her phone. 

Y/N took a big sip from the wine, letting out a big ''Ah'' at the end. ''I love this! Holy Moly, Danny Ric!'' She drank from her glass again, immediately filling it up again. ''I'm a fan!'' 

She glanced at the comments, seeing a certain Australian man camping in there. ''Danny! You're here! I just drank it, it's amazing!'' 

| danielricciardo that's some fine wine

| danielricciardo happy you like it 💙

| danielricciardo say hi to me, pls

| danielricciardo HI Y/N!!

''Hi, Daniel! I miss you, haven't seen you in a while.'' Y/N pouted, waving to the camera. ''You better be there in Melbourne! It won't be the same otherwise.'' She said, trying to come across as threatening. 

| danielricciardo will be there 😎

| danielricciardo miss you too 

| landonorris you're drinking again? 

Y/N rolled her eyes at the entrance of the Brit. ''Fuck off, Lando. People who have won a Grand Prix get to drink on a livestream.'' She teased him, a smirk on her face. 

| landonorris okay, that is mean 

| landonorris drink then i guess 

Before she knew it, her once full glass was empty again. ''Let's fill you up, eh?'' She cringed as the words left her mouth. ''Ew- that sounds disgusting. Forget I said that.'' 

''Dan, good thing you put three bottles in here- I'm really enjoying myself and these babies.'' The 'babies' being the wine bottles. 

| alex_albon a Y/N drunk live? don't want to miss that 

''Albono!'' She greeted Alex, excitedly. ''Where is Lily, though? I want her here.'' 

| alex_albon my presence isn't good enough for you? 😒

''No, your presence is not good enough.'' Y/N bluntly answered, grinning from ear to ear. 

She scratched her voice. ''Am I drinking this too fast? My glass is almost done and I refilled it like 2 minutes ago.'' The driver observed her glass, frowning when she saw it was almost empty again. 

| danielricciardo yes, you are drinking too fast

| landonorris no, you're not

| landonorris drink faster 

| landonorris I can drink way faster 😌

''Norris, are you challenging me?'' She raised her eyebrow at the camera as if she was looking at Lando in real life. ''Accepted, Rumple.'' 

| alex_albon this is a disaster waiting to happen

| lilymhe you look lonely, Y/N 😏💋

''Lily! My wife is here, guys!'' Y/N yells as soon as she saw Lily's comment. ''I do look lonely,'' she smirked, ''I bet you can fix that.'' 

| alex_albon STOP IT 

| alex_albon ENOUGH 

| lilymhe wait for me ❤️❤️❤️

''Alex, you stop it with the jealousy! Never let someone's boyfriend stop you from finding your wife, guys!'' She told the viewers as if she was a teacher telling her students about an important subject. 

Y/N took another big gulp from her wine, leaving it empty. ''Should I just drink from the bottle, cause I don't plan on stopping soon.'' She showed said bottle to the viewers as if they could talk back to her. 

''Oh, fuck it.'' She put her glass away and started drinking from the bottle itself. 

| danielricciardo CALM DOWN

| georgerussell63 You worry me sometimes. 

''Go away, Russell George!'' Y/N exclaimed, waving her hand at the camera. ''You only drink tea, you're not allowed to judge me.'' 

''I'm just joking, you can stay.'' The pretend annoyed look on her face was replaced for a genuine smile. ''As long as you don't judge me, you British tall glass of water.'' The driver quickly added with a teasing grin. 

| georgerussell63 I have to go.

| georgerussell63 I have to make tea 😉

| landonorris BYE GEORGE 👋👋👋👋

''Anyway,'' Y/N gave the camera a sassy look, ''we should turn this into a Q&A! If you have questions for me- please leave them in the comments!'' She loudly clapped her hands together, scaring herself at the loud sound. 

| user1 Y/N, are you drunk yet? 

''No, I'm not drunk,'' the woman answered, ''I have a very high alcohol tolerance!'' 

| landonorris she doesn't

| danielricciardo No, you really don't 

| pierregasly you were on the floor after one pastis 😅

''Shut up and when did Pierre get here?'' Y/N shook her head at her colleagues' comments. ''Gasly, you don't know what you're talking about.'' She dismissed his reply, despite knowing he's telling the truth. 

| user2 there's something behind you

Y/N's eyes widened at the comment, slowly looking behind her. ''Dude- fuck off! Don't say stuff like that! I don't have a ghost in my house!'' She put her hand on her heart, feeling the rapid beating underneath her palm. 

''It would be cool to have one, though.'' She thought deeply. ''Like, I would be less lonely and we could keep each other company… I hope they're like, cool, like not a serial killer, you know? Or a child- UGH! Please, don't let it be a child! I like kids, but I don't want to have one and especially not a ghost one.'' 

| landonorris who is youre favourite driver? 🤭

| georgerussell63 It is 'your', Lando. 

| alex_albon your* 

| landonorris don't you have drivers to hit? 

''My favourite driver? Well, Lando, that's an excellent question! My answer is Lewis Hamilton! My favourite McLaren driver of all time.'' She smiled evilly. 

| landonorris 😑

| danielricciardo excuse me

| danielricciardo that's my wine you are drinking 😤

''Danny, you're my second favourite! And my bottle is almost done so you can see that I'm really appreciating the wine.'' Y/N defended her answer, once again showing the bottle to the camera. 

| user3 How old are you? 

''I'm 23!'' She replied, excitedly. ''That's also the amount of brain cells Lando has, funny enough.'' 

| landonorris meanie 

| landonorris I don't want to be your friend anymore 😢

''Wait- we were friends to begin with? Oh, Lando…'' Y/N dramatically shook her head, sighing in feigned disappointment as if she were a teacher upset with her student. ''You have so much to learn about the real world.'' 

''Also, now that we're on the topic of the real world,'' she started off speaking about the new thought that had somehow found its way into her head, ''Pluto.'' 

''Like, I feel so bad for them. They were just chilling, you know? And then on one tragic day, they were just kicked out - as if they were nothing. I wonder how they're doing these days. I was heartbroken when I received the news. The solar system hasn't been the same without them.'' She bumped her fist on her chest and pointed at the sky, shouting Pluto out. 

| danielricciardo pls stop drinking

| danielricciardo you're doing it again

| user4 WHY IS SHE TALKING ABOUT PLUTO BEING KICKED OUT OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM HELP 

| user5 SHES SO DRUNK OMFG 

''That second bottle is looking very sexy right now, I can't lie.'' Y/N eyed the second bottle in the wine box, pursing her lips. 

| alex_albon Y/N NO! 

| pierregasly dude, you're on live 😂😂😂

| user6 DONT DRINK MORE 

''You know when you tell a child that they shouldn't do something, but it makes them want to do it even more? Yeah, that is what's happening right now.'' The driver chuckled, grabbing the bottle out of the box and opening it with the corkscrew. 

''I already know I'm going to regret this, but frankly, I don't give a shit.'' And with that she took a large gulp of the wine. 

| user7 do you want to become world champion this year? 

Y/N gave the camera a side-eye as she read the question out loud. ''I mean… isn't that kinda the point? HA! No, I'm just doing all of this for funsies.'' 

''But Max will probably win this year again… I'm gonna try to not let that happen, but that Red Bull… it's too good.'' She sighed, getting more real thinking about the season. 

''You know… maybe the real World Championship is the friends we made along the way.'' 

| charles_leclerc oh, you are really drunk 😂

| pierregasly I told you, charlito 

| zhouguanyu24 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

| landonorris someone needs to hack her account and stop this 

''Please, don't hack my account.'' Y/N said in a monotone voice. ''Am I acting bad or something? I'm just answering questions, Lando.'' 

| nicorosberg Hello, Y/N! 👋

''BRITNEY!'' The young woman exclaimed as she noticed the former driver's comment. ''You know how this shit works? Damn, what can't Nico Rosberg do?'' 

''You're still my favourite Monaco-based Youtuber, by the way.'' She winked at the camera, pretending it is the German she's winking at. ''I can't believe I have a World Champion watching my Instagram live.'' 

''You really are a legend for 2016, Brit.'' 

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[tillthelandslide]

Love It If We Made It - George Daniel Series (coming soon)

Series Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, mentions of cheating throughout, mentions of drugs, alcohol and cigarettes, eventual smut

Being Adam Hann’s twin wasn’t always the easiest of rides. Despite being born 36 minutes after him, Harper was his little sister and he’d do anything for her. She felt lucky that he didn’t have a huge ego - a gentle giant, a soft soul, a protective safety net and a great brother through and through. But with him came a band of brothers, all with their own hopes and dreams for the future. She loved the days she got to mess around with them, just 5 kids with huge dreams and a plan to make them a reality. The memories she had with the 4 lads, drinking, getting high and watching them make music that would eventually change the world - were some of her favourites. 

She was the band's biggest supporter when they started really ‘making it’ but she found her dreams for her own career slowly being overshadowed by the success of her brother and his band. Being Adam Hann’s twin wasn’t always the easiest of rides, especially given the complicated mess of a ‘situationship’ she had gotten herself into with one of his best friends. She was convinced it would be something she would take to the grave. But as fate would have it, that wasn’t an option.

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[yourtouchismidas]

george teaching you how to play the drums and just being overall like a bigggg sweetheart boyfriend and it's super fluffy

george wants to touch you. he's not stopped looking at you all night. his palms havent stopped sweating. and he had to wipe them on his jeans in the restaurant every time you went to the loo. he thinks he's done good, for a first date, considering how nervous he was. how he text matty before like it's two hours til the date and then it's one hour til the date before annoying him so much that he text back calm the fuck down. you're acting like you've never been on a date before!

he has. he has been on many. but this. this is with you.

the girl he has always wanted. always stared at. always longed for. was always dating someone else. ruffling his hair and calling him georgie like it was no big deal, when actually every touch of your fingers was like lightning, every time you walked on past like a bruise inside his chest. it's fine. he always told himself. it's fine. i'll get over her.

but tonight he has made you laugh. a beautiful sound. he's made you blush, by the way he looked at you. feeling like it his one chance, his window, his lifeline. that you agreed to go on a date with him.

now your at the doorstep of his house. you walked to get icecream and you laughed when he got it on his nose. he was hoping you would kiss it off, and you looked like you might, but then he panicked, and wiped it off quickly with an eugh. you chuckled and walked on.

you knew where you were going. you knew where he lived. he knew you knew. and now you're here. silent. heavy. shaking. tense.

"come in?" george says, his voice sultry, like he can't keep his desire out his throat no matter how he tries.

he makes you a cup of coffee and you sit quietly together on the sofa and sip. you run your foot up his ankle and back down. touching. close. but not close enough. george wants to reach out. he aches too. but it's like his brain wont let him. its too much. too much pressure. to get what he wants after all this time. to have it so close. and the thought of messing it up. it freezes him.

you get up. look at the things you have seen a few times. but closer. his drum kit. his favourite. the one passed down through his family, is in the corner. blue and gold. you touch a cymbal lightly. it tingles through the air.

"whoops," you say. the first words said in minutes. he's cursing himself.

"don't worry," he says. "can you play?"

"no," you laugh. "i love music, but i dont play it."

"want me to teach you?"

"sure," you say, grinning at him. his heart is slowly. his body is unfreezing. he's becoming alive.

he tells you to sit down on the stool and places the sticks in your hand. he swears he can feel electricity when he touches the skin of your palms. he tries to teach you from the side, standing, telling you which drum to hit and when. you keep getting it wrong, laughing, hiding your face.

"help me i'm awful!" you say.

he takes a second, then he slowly slides on to the back of the stool too, you shifting forwards to make room. your back is on his chest and he knows you can feel his heartbeat through his shirt, there is absolutely no way you cant. you let out a little hmm, at his touch, and lean back into him for a second. george closes his eyes at the warmth. he takes his hands and puts them on your shoulder and then runs them down the length of your arms, until he has both your hands in a firm grip.

"there we go," he whispers in your ear. he sees the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. slowly, he moves your hands in his so your playing. you're drumming. well it's him. moving you. moving with you. you let him take over.

"well done," he whispers in your ear again, once he finishes the song.

"hey i'm pretty good aren't i?"

"you're better than i couldve ever imagined."

and with the adrenaline of the drumming, and your smile and your body hot on his, he leans down and places a kiss on the cool skin of your neck. except he can't stop at one. especially when you moan. he can't stop. he can't stop. he cant....

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [6]

chapter six, act one: antichrist

materlist

November 29th 2012

Tommie nudges Matty’s foot under the table to get him to look away from the menu and he looks up, raising a brow.

She grins, sliding the white serviette across the table, dimples showing on her cheeks when he smiles brightly at her.

You look so cool x <3

He tears his gaze from her when Adam and George return, Adam sliding into the spare seat by Ross and George onto the opposite side with Matty.

They place the drinks down on the table that they’d gotten from the refill machine and then pick a menu for themselves.

“We’ve got a month,” Matty starts, tucking the little piece of white tissue into his pocket, “Well, just over a month to get this album perfect.”

“I think it's pretty good already.” Tommie says, chewing on her straw.

“Pretty good isn’t perfect, Tommie.” Matty says sharply.

She holds her hands up, looking to Ross who sits beside her and shares the same look, “Alright, Jesus.”

“Sorry,” Matty mumbles, running his hands through his hair and then resting his elbows on the table, “It’s just, we have to finish this, and we’ve got a show next week with no set list yet.”

“We have like four songs, I’m sure the set list won’t be hard.” Adam shrugs, almost flinching when Matty glares at him across the table.

“Actually, Hann, we have eight songs out right now, not including any Drive Like I Do songs old fans might expect. God, maybe if you listened to me once in a while you’d know. Jesus, you fucking ign-”

“Hey,” Tommie says, brows furrowed as she kicks him, this time not in a playful manner, but a harsh one that has his knee jerking up to hit the table and the drinks spilling, “We’re all stressed, Matt. Ross and I are still working, George is trying to learn the ropes to produce this thing and Adam’s still trying to perfect that stupid guitar solo you thought was necessary. But you don’t see us snapping at one another.”

He remains silent, looking out the window beside him but she presses forward, “Huh? Do you?”

“No.”

“Then how about you talk to us a little better?”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise to me.” She gestures across to Adam who, like the other two, have shrunk back into his seat.

Matty sighs, looking at her then slowly across to her cousin, “I’m sorry, Hann.”

“It’s alright, mate.”

“No, it’s not, Adam,” Tommie says firmly, “Now, why don’t you calm down, we’ll order food, then go straight back to the studio, yeah?”

He nods, then she follows with her own, “Go on then.”

“What?”

“Your turn to pay, Healy.”

“I paid for our chinese last night.”

“Well, with the attitude you’ve had this morning you can pay again today, go on.”

He doesn’t move and she claps her hands in his face, “Chop chop, we’re all starving.”

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“I don’t mean to.” Matty begins slowly.

He’s walking just behind the other three guys with Tommie who has her hands shoved into her jacket pockets trying to keep herself warmed up.

She looks up when he speaks for the first time since leaving the restaurant. He’s been stuck in his head for their little walk back to the studio they’re working at. Thinking of what to say to her.

“Don’t mean to be so snappy and picky, it’s just, it’s a lot and I need to prove myself, you know.”

“To who, Matty?” She questions softly, looking up at him as they walk, “Us four already know how great you are, how cool you are, who else is there to prove to?”

“I just,” He sighs, “I don’t want people thinking we’ve got this because of who my parents are. We worked hard for this, all of us, we’ve been doing this for years and this is our chance.”

He stops her from walking so he can grab her hands, “This is it, Tommie. If this goes right, we can finally make it.”

“It will go right. We deserve it, Matty. We’ve all put everything into this. Trust.”

He nods, “I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

“We’re all on the same side, Matty, you don’t have to fight against us all the time.”

“I know,” He repeats, chest heaving in a big sigh as he rubs his thumb over her knuckles, “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Good,” She smiles tugging him along a little faster so they catch up with the guys, she tugs his hand awkwardly and he winces as the uncomfortable ache, “Talk to Adam- talk to any of those three- like that ever again and I will break your jaw, Healy.”

“Okay, okay, ow, your grip is really strong.”

“Good.”

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December 3rd 2012

She could feel it coming the entire gig, the way her headached and her heart pumped a little too fast. The way the lights are irritating her and the clothes she wears scratching her skin is another reminder of the incoming sensory overload. Which usually leads to an oncoming panic attack.

She’s not unfamiliar with a sensory overload, not being able to handle too many different noises all at once. But between the bass of Ross from beside her, Matty’s singing, her own guitar mixed with Adam’s, the beat of George’s drums and the many different voices yelling at the same time she’s not quite sure how much longer she can take.

But she also knows, once she’s over that barrier between the stage and backstage. Matty will be there, all attention on her, hands over her ears to block out the noise letting her cover her eyes in his chest just like always.

Matty was the one who had found her after the first gig they did, curled up in a ball in the shared bathroom with her hands over her ears and tears running down her face.

He wasn’t quite sure what was going on when he first found her there, but it didn’t take long for him to realise when he was panicking and talking a little too loud which only seemed to set her off a little more.

“Thank you, very much,” Matty says as the last few notes of sex ring out through the audience, “We have been the 1975, and you have been absolutely amazing! Thank you!”

Tommie doesn’t wait, she’s first off the stage straight away, pushing past Ross to get down the little stairs quicker and disappearing into the bathroom.

She waits anxiously, foot tapping as she sits in the closed lid of the toilet and tries to calm herself.

Usually it only takes Matty a minute or two to come after her, but as she taps her foot once more, hands anxiously picking at the skin of her elbow until it’s red raw and bleeding over her white radiohead t-shirt, she realises he’s not coming.

Her breathing is still in stuttered messes and she keeps running her hands through her hair, sometimes pulling a little too harshly.

But a loud knock on the door has her jumping up. She rips it open but gasps when she’s not met with who she thought.

“There you are, we’re all waiting for you.”

George’s brows furrow and he tilts his head, “Tom? You alright?”

She shakes her head quickly, her breathing getting worse as she walks back into the bathroom.

George follows, closing the door softly as he stands there awkwardly, “Shall I get Adam?”

“N-No.” She shakes her head and sits on the toilet lid again. “Not Adam.”

He nods softly once more, muttering ‘okay’ as he kneels in front of her.

“Here.”

“What?”

He holds his hand up for her, “Just like squeeze it or something.” 

George has no clue what he’s doing, he obviously recognises the panic attack she’s having, but he’s never had to calm anyone down from it.

The two times Matty had a panic attack as kids Adam was the one to console him and calm him down, with Ross supporting and George rubbing his back when instructed,

“Like a stress ball.” He adds when he sees her questioning gaze.

She hesitantly takes his hand and squeezes a little, then he squeezes back with an encouraging smile, “See?”

She nods and he moves so he sits crossed legged instead of awkwardly crouching in front of her.

She swallows the lump that was in her throat and George’s other hand comes up to squeeze her knee, “Uh, usually Adam makes Matty talk, which we both know isn’t really an issue for him, even when he can’t breath.”

She laughs a little and George’s smile brightens, “Shall I go get him? Matty?”

She shakes her head quickly, “It’ll pass.”

“You sure? He knows this kind of stuff, he can help.”

“Was supposed to be here,” She says, pushing her hand against her heart as if pushing against herself will calm her breathing. “He’s always here.”

“You’ve had one before?”

She nods quickly, “They pass, G.”

She squeezes his hand again, “Just, don’t leave. Please.”

He nods quickly and moves to pull her down to the floor with him, “I’m right here, Tom, just keep squeezing my hand.”

She nods, squeezing again.

They stay like that for a while, George holding her under his arm, his back leaning against the wall beside the sink until she calms.

“I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

She nods quickly, “Is everyone waiting?”

“We were gonna head to this restaurant, but if you’re not up for it I’ll head back to the hotel with you.”

She shakes her head, “I’m starving.”

“There’s a McDonald’s on the way.”

“I’m okay, George.”

He nods then and slowly gets up, helping her to her feet and guiding her out into the hallway down to where everyone else is.

“Finally.” Matty slurs, drink in hand as he walks over wrapping an arm around her, “Where’d you disappear off to, kid?” He ruffles her hair and she pushes his hand away.

“Bathroom.” She says simply.

“Come, come.” He says quickly, dragging her across the room.

George catches her other arm, hand on Matty’s shoulder, “Not right now, Matty, give her a few minutes.”

“No, no, she has to come right now, or she’ll miss her.”

George sends her an apologetic look and she raises a brow over her shoulder, “Okay, I want you to meet Gemma.”

“Who’s Gemma?”

“Hi.”

She pauses as she looks at the woman before her, much taller than her, with beautiful blonde hair and even more gorgeous eyes.

She smiles, teeth showing and Tommie grins awkwardly, “Alrite’?”

“This is Tommie,” Matty says with an arm around her shoulder, tugging her into his sweaty side causing her to grimace, “Adam’s little cousin.”

Tommie raises a brow at that, there’s no usual little speak that she’s grown to love, ‘this is Tommie, we found her on the side of the road but we love her like our own’ or ‘this is Tommie, my best mate and the third best guitarist after me, then secondly Matty Healy’.

She’s just Tommie, Adam’s little cousin.

“Hi, Tommie. It’s nice to meet you. I didn’t realise you were actually in the band.”

She nods a little, feeling uncomfortable with Matty’s arm around her neck.

“Yeah, have been for almost a year now.”

“She’s being modest,” Matty adds, shaking her around a little, “She’s been with us for years.”

Matty finally moves his hand from pointing at her to the woman opposite them, “Tommie, this is Gemma. My girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

Matty grins, holding his hand for her and pulling her into him to clumsily place a kiss on her lips, missing completely and hitting her cheek.

“I uh, didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Healy.” She chuckles awkwardly, stepping away from him when he tries to place his arm around her again.

“I wanted to be sure, you know,” He says, soft eyes on his girlfriend, “Before I introduce you guys, make you become friends.”

“Well, anyone who can deal with you is instantly my friend.”

She clears her throat a little, giving Gemma another smile, “Uh, George and I were gonna head back early instead, both a bit too tired and he promised me McDonalds yesterday so…”

“Oh, of course, we can all go out tomorrow morning before we leave.”

She nods, “Yeah, yeah, maybe.”

She turns to Gemma, smiling softly, “Nice meetin’ you.”

“Sorry?”

Matty chuckles, “Nice meeting you.” He repeats her words for her, “Don’t worry, took me almost four years to understand her.”

Tommie turns, heading straight for George who’s talking with some daughter of a worker who has backstage access, hand on the wall above her head.

“G?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we go?”

He’s about to shoo her away but when he looks down at her and sees her expression he nods quickly, “Yeah, I’ll call a taxi.”

She nods, moving to Adam and Ross to tell them they’re leaving while grabbing George’s jacket and her bag.

“Do you want me to come back with you?”

She shakes her head, “No, we’re gonna get some food on the way back.”

“You’re alright, yeah?” Ross asks then, head tilting up at her.

She nods quickly with a smile, “Just, uh, tired, George said he wanted to call that bird he met yesterday so he’s gonna take me back on his way.”

“Okay.”

Adam mutters an excuse before following her out, “Tom? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just, not feeling great.”

“Tom…”

He tilts his head, in that mother hen way that she hates, “I’m fine, Ad, really.”

“Ring me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

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George sighs, still searching in his pocket for the hotel room key, the five of them have one room together, it’s got a double bed, two single beds and a pull out sofa bed.

“Shit, what did I do with it?”

He tries passing the loose things in his pocket to her, a pack of cigarettes, about five lighters (none of them work), empty pack of chewing gums and his broken phone.

She doesn’t respond, standing staring into space and he tilts his head but then grins, laughing loudly which snaps her out of her trance.

“Put it in my back pocket of my jeans.”

She nods, forcing a smile but her eyes are still trained on a crack in the paint on the wall behind him.

He closes the door behind them, watching her try to get off her shoes, “You sure you’re alright? You’re acting a little weird, Tom.”

She breathes in shakily and turns to look at him, he worries even more when he sees the tears in her eyes, “Tom?”

“Gemma?”

His shoulders drop a little knowingly and he reaches over to tuck her into his chest, arms wrapping around her as she lets it out. She cries into his plain shirt as he rests his chin on her head. “Oh, Tommie.”

“I-I thought… I thought he liked me, G.”

George sighs, he doesn’t say what he’s thinking, ‘me too, with the way he gushes about you, the way he drools over you, the way he stares every single second his eyes are open, me too.’

The rest of the guys don’t come in until much later, George is sitting quietly in the double bed beside a sleeping Tommie who’s wrapped up in jackets, blankets and pillows. Which is something she does to herself when she feels like she’s getting too overwhelmed with the world.

“Hey, guys.” Matty says loudly.

George looks up quickly, shushing him and gesturing to Tommie.

“Sorry- Ow, shit! Fuck-”

Matty leans down to hold the foot he’d hit on the suitcase that he had left open in the middle of the room, “Sorry.” He says again.

Ross faceplants one of the single beds with a groan and Adam heads over to Tommie, he pushes some blankets back to look at her, “Is she alright?”

George looks over at Matty who stumbles into the bathroom, only half closing the door as he begins to take a piss.

“She was just a little overwhelmed after the gig, think she had a panic attack or something, didn't want to worry you.”

“Is that it? Is she okay?”

“She calmed down after a while, Hann, was fine after a McDonalds and a shower.”

Adam nods and gathers some clothes for him and Ross to change into for sleep.

George pulls himself out of bed to take up the other single bed as Matty stumbles out of the bathroom, he crawls into the bed beside Tommie, using one finger to uncover her sleeping face.

“Baby?”

“Leave her alone, Matty.” George says, not looking up from his laptop.

“I missed her. Was supposed to get drunk with her tonight.”

“Just go to bed.” George repeats, headphones around his neck, the faint beat of a new song coming from them.

He grumbles something but tucks himself in, until Adam is harshly tugging on his leg, “Not in this one, this is my bed.”

“Not fair, you got the double bed with Ross last night.”

“I want to make sure Tommie’s okay.”

“She’s fine.”

“She had a panic attack, Matty,” George snaps, “Told me you were supposed to meet her there…”

Matty shakes his head, suddenly sobering up a lot quicker, “Shit, I-I… ah, I got distracted, I saw Gemma, I wasn’t expecting her and then it slipped my mind what usually happens. I’m so sor-”

“No point in apologising, mate. Just go to bed.”

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Hiii 🥰

Can I please request one with sunshine but shy reader that is a driver and all the boys sees her as a little sister and the older one like a daughter

Maybe an interview or any scenarios that you want

Thank you ❤️‍🩹

Fangirl Moment

pairings: 2022 grid x driver!reader / shawn mendes x driver!reader

warnings: seb treating Y/N like a daughter, the drivers teasing her for her fangirl freakout, shawn being as sweet as ever.

authors note: I LOVED this request so much that when i started writing i had two ideas that i needed to write down! seb shouting that he's the father of the grid and don't ask me why, i can't explain it, and the other drivers treating her like a little sister aaaaaa have my heart 🥹 and the other story is here! i hope you like it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

word count: 1.4K

Y/N rubbed her eyes and groaned as she checked her phone. She had slept through her alarm and was now running late for her interview. She quickly got dressed and headed to the paddock, hoping she wouldn't get into too much trouble.

As she walked into the media center, she could feel the eyes of her fellow drivers on her. She blushed and tried to hide behind her hair, feeling like a little kid who had done something wrong.

"Hey, sleepyhead, did you forget you had an interview this morning?" Daniel teased, his grin widening as she walked by.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. She knew the guys meant well, but sometimes it felt like they didn't take her seriously as a driver.

Sebastian, who had always been a bit of a father figure to her, walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, kiddo, we've got your back. Just remember to speak from the heart, and you'll do great."

Y/N nodded, grateful for his words of encouragement. She took a deep breath and walked into the interview room, trying to push her nerves aside.

The interviewer greeted her with a smile and started with the usual questions about her racing career. Y/N answered as best she could, but she couldn't help feeling like she was stumbling over her words.

Then, the interviewer asked her about her relationship with the other drivers. Y/N's heart sank. She knew what was coming next.

"So, Y/N, the other drivers have referred to you as their little sister. How does that make you feel?"

Y/N could feel her cheeks turning red as she fidgeted in her seat. "Um, well, it's nice to be part of such a close-knit community, but sometimes it feels like they don't take me seriously as a driver."

The interviewer nodded sympathetically. "Do you feel like you have to prove yourself more because of that?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, definitely. But I try not to let it get to me. At the end of the day, I know what I'm capable of."

The rest of the interview went by in a blur, and before she knew it, Y/N was back in the paddock. She was greeted by a chorus of cheers and high-fives from the other drivers.

"Great job, sis!" Charles said, clapping her on the back.

"Way to go, Y/N!" Mick added, grinning.

Y/N couldn't help but smile, feeling like she had overcome a major hurdle. She was proud of herself for speaking her truth and proving that she was more than just a little sister.

And as she walked away, she heard Sebastian's voice behind her. "Good job, sunshine. You did great in there."

Y/N turned around and smiled at him. "Thanks, Seb. You were right, speaking from the heart really helped."

Sebastian gave her a warm smile. "I knew you had it in you. You're a great driver, and don't let anyone make you feel otherwise."

Y/N felt a surge of gratitude towards Sebastian. He had always been there for her, supporting her and giving her advice when she needed it most. "Thanks, Seb. I really appreciate your support."

Sebastian patted her on the back. "Anytime, kiddo. You're like a daughter to me, you know that."

Y/N's heart swelled with warmth at his words. She had always looked up to Sebastian, and it meant a lot to her to be considered like a daughter to him. "I'm lucky to have you as a mentor, Seb."

Sebastian chuckled. “The feeling's mutual, sunshine.”

As she made her way to the interview area, she noticed a commotion near the stage. A group of fans had gathered around someone, screaming and taking pictures. Y/N squinted, trying to see who it was, and then her heart skipped a beat. It was Shawn Mendes.

"Oh my god," she whispered feeling a surge of excitement. "Oh my god, is that Shawn Mendes?" she whispered to herself, trying to play it cool.

As she tried to make her way through the crowd to get closer to Shawn, she heard the other drivers calling out to her.

"Hey, Y/N, did you bring your Shawn Mendes poster for him to sign?" Lando teased, grinning from ear to ear.

Max chimed in. "I heard he's a big fan of yours too, Y/N. Maybe you should ask him for an autograph."

Y/N felt her face turning red as she tried to hide her embarrassment. She had been a fan of Shawn Mendes since her teenage years, and she couldn't believe she was about to meet him in person.

She finally managed to make her way to the front of the crowd and caught Shawn's eye. He smiled at her and waved, holding up a hat with her racing number on it.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she saw the hat. She couldn't believe that Shawn was wearing something with her number on it. She felt a surge of emotions, a mix of excitement and disbelief.

She managed to make her way through the crowd and stood in front of Shawn. "Hi, Shawn," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Hey, Y/N," Shawn replied, grinning. "It's great to finally meet you in person."

Y/N could feel her heart racing as she tried to think of something to say. "I can't believe you're a fan of mine," she managed to say, feeling a little star-struck.

Shawn chuckled. "Of course I am. I've been following your career for a while now. You're an amazing driver."

Y/N felt a surge of pride at his words. She had always looked up to Shawn as a musician, and to hear him say that he was a fan of hers was surreal.

"Would you mind signing something for me?" she asked, feeling a little shy.

"Of course, what do you want me to sign?" Shawn asked, taking out a marker from his pocket.

Y/N handed him her racing helmet. "Could you sign this for me? It's my lucky helmet."

Shawn nodded and signed the helmet with a message of encouragement. Y/N couldn't believe it. She had always dreamed of meeting Shawn Mendes, and now here he was, signing her helmet.

As she walked away from the crowd, Y/N couldn't help but smile.

The other drivers continued to tease Y/N about meeting Shawn Mendes for the rest of the day. Lando and Max kept making jokes about her being a fangirl and asking for autographs. Even Sebastian couldn't resist making a quip or two, although he was always quick to reassure her that meeting Shawn was a big deal and she had nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Hey, Y/N, you going to hang that picture of you and Shawn Mendes on your bedroom wall?" Daniel joked, earning a chuckle from Lando.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help but grin at their banter. "Very funny, guys. You wish you had a picture with Shawn like I do."

Lando crossed his arms. "Oh, please. We have better things to do than fangirl over celebrities."

George raised an eyebrow. "Speak for yourself, Lando. I heard you have a secret crush on Selena Gomez."

Lando's face turned red as he sputtered out a denial. "What? No, I don't! Who told you that?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the exchange. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a celebrity crush around here."

Despite the teasing, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about the encounter. She couldn't believe that Shawn Mendes was a fan of hers and had been wearing a hat with her racing number on it. It was surreal.

Later that day, as she was getting ready for the quali, she saw that Shawn had posted a picture of them together on his social media. He had even tagged her in the post and written a sweet message about how much he admired her as a driver.

Y/N couldn't contain her excitement as she saw Shawn's post. She let out a loud scream in the motorhome, causing some of the other drivers to come rushing over, thinking that she had been attacked or injured.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Lewis asked, concern etched on his face.

Y/N turned to them with a huge grin. "No, I'm fine. Look!" She held up her phone, showing them Shawn's post.

The other drivers crowded around her, looking at the post with interest. Lando let out a whistle. "Wow, Y/N, you're really making a name for yourself. Maybe you'll get a shoutout from Taylor Swift next!"

Max chuckled. "Or maybe Drake will invite you to his next concert."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but couldn't help feeling a little giddy. She had always dreamed of meeting her favorite celebrities, and now that dream was starting to become a reality. She knew that she had worked hard to get where she was, but it still felt surreal to see her name being recognized by people she admired.

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[simp-and-shift]

grid mom: instagram au

paring: f1 x driver!reader

summary: the ultimate mom friend

warning: none

y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n: family dinner 💓

danielricciardo: great night!

user7: love when the grid hangout

charlesleclerc: thx mom

y/n.y/l/n: I hate this joke.

landonorris: my place next

maxverstappen1: no

alexalbon: no

georgerussell: no

kimiraikkonen no

y/n.y/l/n: kimi?

f1: the fam 💓

danielricciardo

danielricciardo: help! my mom took me to a bookstore

user3: adorable

landonorris: loser

y/n.y/l/n: lando

landonorris: sorry Dan 😔

y/n.y/l/n: I feel like everyone should know dan got "they both die at the end" saying that it cant be true

danielricciardo: WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THAT THE TITLE, IT HAS TO BE FAKE

lewishamilton: imma tell him

y/n.y/l/n: don't

y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n: life of a grid mom ep.2,630

charlesleclerc: really !?!?

y/n.y/l/n: payback for waking me up at THREE IN THE MORNING

user5: why is this so cute 😍

danielricciardo: landos hair😳

user4: what was carlos doing

y/n.y/l/n: complaining 🙄

lando.jpg

lando.jpg: happy (grid) mothers day

y/n.y/l/n: thx?

landonorris: YOU ARE WELCOME 😊

danielricciardo: love you mom !!

carlossainzjr: best grid mom ever

maxverstappen1: grid mom is best mom

f1

f1: We heard it is (grid) Mothers day, so shout out to the best grid mom and amazing driver Y/N ❤️

landonorris: YESSSS

pierregasly: half the gird would be dead with out y/n

yukitsunoda: including you?

pierregasly: especially me

y/n.y/l/n: what is happening 😳

y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n: my kids (i guess) 😊

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HI! i love your writing and i was wondering if you would do a grid reacts to us finding out we were a bet? And if you wouldn't mind adding Logan too?

Thanks ml xxxx

the grid reacts: you find out you're a bet!

Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, George Russell, Alex Albon, Charles LeClerc, Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris

thank you for requesting! xxxx

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Oscar Piastri:

He walked into your shared apartment, a smile on his face. He hadn’t seen you in a week, and you’d both been too busy to call or text too much, so finally, he’d be back with his girl. 

He wasn’t expecting the bare apartment he’d known so well before you’d moved in. He wasn’t expecting your things to be gone, or the note on the table, or your engagement ring beside it. 

Dear Oscar, 

I found out. I know we were a bet, and I know you’d try to convince me that you loved me, and that it was all real. I don’t doubt that it was real. I know I loved you, and I felt the love from you (either that, or you’re a brilliant actor and picked the wrong profession). But I feel betrayed. I wish you would’ve just come to me immediately and told me how we started, even if I was mad at you for a while. You kept a huge secret for 2 years, Oscar. That’s not a short amount of time. I love you, and I still love you, but I need some time on my own to figure stuff out. I moved back out into my old apartment, and don’t worry, I’m still your girlfriend, but I just wanted space to think. We’ll work our way back up to being fiancé’s but until then, I am still very much yours, unless you don’t want me to be. I need to trust you again. 

Love, Y/n. 

His heart sank. He knew it was stupid to try and keep it a secret, and it had truly been tearing him apart for the last 2 years, but this… this was too much. He was thankful that you two at least we’re breaking up. But the engagement reversal thing was fucking with him. He adored you. He loved you. Yes, it was stupid, but he did stupid stuff all the time. Forgetting his keys, sleeping through his alarm, wearing his shirt inside out. You always told him it was endearing. 

“Hey,” your voice brought him out of his trance. “I wanted to be here when you came back, sorry, there was traffic.”

He turned around to see you. You looked at him. He was crying.

“I’m so sorry,” his voice broke as you nodded. 

“I know you are,” you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “We’ll get through this, yeah?”

He nodded, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You let him cry it out for a little while, then pulled away. 

“You’ll be ok, we’ll be ok, yeah?”

He sniffled. “Yeah.”

“I love you,” you reminded him, wiping away tears as you went along. 

“I love you so much, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just… I was so scared a-and-”

“I understand,” you nodded. “But that doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

He nodded, playing with your engagement ring in his hands. He broke again, sobbing. You wrapped your arms around him again, letting him calm himself down. “Please put it back on,” he whispered, begging you. 

You thought about it for a moment. You loved Oscar, and you knew you’d forgive him. It was harder not to forgive him, in all honesty. You’d read his hundreds of drafts of the speeches he had planned to say to you. Lando had shown them to you when he told you. You knew how this had been tearing him apart. But you knew how it stung, being betrayed like this. 

“Ok,” you nodded. He slipped the ring back onto your finger and a weight was lifted off of his chest, while one was placed onto yours. 

God, maybe love did conquer all. And that idea fucking terrified you. 

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Logan Sargeant:

“Go up to her, she’s a McLaren engineer,” Lewis’s friend’s voice rang out over the speaker of your phone. “I’ll give you 2 grand if you can fuck her tonight.”

“It’s not like I need the money,” Logan smirked, cocky as ever. “But I’ll take that.”

The camera panned to Logan walking up to you, and your world shattered. 

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“Hey babe,” he called, walking into the apartment. There you were sitting, seething on the couch. “How was your weekend?”

“Great,” you answered shortly. “Have you looked at social media recently?”

“No, why?” he asked, resting his hands on your waist. He tried not to read into your stiff posture. Was this the moment? Had you really found out? 

“I was a bet,” you sighed, brushing his hands off of you. “And you didn’t even have the heart to tell me.”

You hadn’t planned on crying, you thought you’d scream at him, give him a piece of your mind, but it was hard to get angry when he was standing there, looking so helpless. You loved him, and all you’d ever been to him was a bet. You’d only met a year ago, started dating 6 months ago. You’d meant nothing the entire time. Just a fuck and a check. You just felt… defeated, and used. 

“Baby please, let me explain, it’s not what-” He started but you sighed.

“Explain what? That you ‘love’ me? I don’t care. I deserve someone who tells me the truth, and you couldn’t even do that. I had to find out with the rest of the world. Don’t you realise how stupid I look? All the posts I made, everything I told my friends and family, and the entire time it’s all been a lie? I look like a fucking idiot.” 

Logan looked down, ashamed. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, taking your hand. “I’ll do anything to make this right, please Y/n, I love you.”

“How am I supposed to trust you? And how am I going to look going back to you? Why did you fuck this all up?” You groaned in frustration. “I fucking loved you!” 

“I love you too!” he pleaded. “Please let me make this right, I don’t care about the media, or whatever, I care about you, and I care about us.”

“What ‘us’? We’ve been based on a lie this entire time!”

“Please don’t say that,” he was crying now, so were you. “Please don’t say it was a lie.” 

You took your hand from his. “Logan, we’re done. Please don’t contact me.”

And that was that. He broke your heart and you broke his. 

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Daniel Riccardo: 

He watched in horror as you opened the message on his phone from Scotty. 

“You have to tell her. This isn’t right anymore Dan.”

“What is Scott talking about?” You chuckled. 

“Nothing,” Daniel smiled, but it looked forced. 

“Dan, come on, you can tell me,” you smiled sweetly. 

“Seriously, I have no clue what he’s talking about,” he nervously chuckled. 

Your face dropped into an angry frown. “So he was right, you wouldn’t even admit it if I gave you the chance,” you sighed. “That’s great, thanks Daniel.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I know about the bet,” you sighed. “Scotty told me last week.”

Daniel sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you turned to him. “Why would you lie?” 

“I was scared.”

“Of what?” 

“Of losing you,” he shrugged. “I thought it would just be better to… keep you in the dark I guess. I wasn’t really thinking straight.”

“I wish you would’ve just told me,” you sighed, looking up at him. 

You were both silent for a moment.

“What does this mean for us?” he asked. 

“What ‘us’? We were based on a lie Daniel. A lie you told for a whole year.”

“So that’s it?” he gritted out. 

“That’s it.”

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George Russell: 

“Have you talked to her about it yet?” Alex asked. “You have to tell her mate, it’s gone on too long.”

“It’s been 6 months Alex, and, by the way, I actually love her,” he scoffed. “I’m trying to figure out the best way to explain it.”

“Explain what? That you were dared to ask her out for money? Mate, you sound like a dick no matter what, she’ll break up with you no matter what,” Alex sighed, disappointed in his friend. 

“She’s probably right to,” George admitted. “Fuck!” he groaned. 

You stepped into the room, trying to pretend that everything was alright. Both of the men looked up, terrified of what came next. 

“Please let me explain,” George rushed out, taking your hand. Alex quickly left you two to speak alone, patting you on the back as he left. George stood up and took your hand. 

You nodded. “Explain.”

George’s frown lifted slightly, elated that you would even give him the chance to explain. “It was a stupid bet and I never took any money. I stopped speaking to the guys after we met, and I promise I’ve been trying to tell you, I just… I get scared every time that I’ll lose you. I don’t deserve you, but I love you Y/n. And I’m so sorry.”

You nodded. “I just… give me some time, yeah?”

He nodded. “All the time you need, of course.” 

You took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around his neck in a short hug. “I’ll call you, yeah?”

He nodded, letting himself enjoy your embrace. “Please call me. Anytime.”

You pulled back, still holding back your tears somehow. “Yeah. Good luck today.”

“If I win, it’ll be for you. It’s always for you,” he smiled softly. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, leaving with a broken heart, and a choice to make. 

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Alex Albon: 

“Can we talk?” Alex asked, 2 months in.

“About what?” you questioned. You were sitting in his apartment in Monaco, eating dinner before catching a movie at a nearby cinema. 

“How we met.”

“Proceed,” you nodded, turning your full attention to him. 

“We met at Jimmy’s, and I was there with my friends, and we were being assholes, and I'm sorry that’s how you met me,” he hesitated. “And that night, I was dared to go up to you, only because they knew I’d never get a chance with you because you’re… well, you’re you, and I’m me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but we were just having so much fun and-”

“You thought you couldn’t get a chance with me?” You chuckled. 

Alex looked up. “Well, no. You’re gorgeous-”

“You’re a very hot Formula 1 driver! Alex, I was losing it when you came up to me!” 

“I thought you didn’t know anything about F1?!” 

“I don’t! But I know about hot famous guys!”

“You liar!” he laughed. 

“You lied too!” you laughed. 

He smiled. “ I guess we’re pretty evenly matched then, yeah?”

“I guess,” you shrugged, then leaned over and pressed your lips to his. 

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Charles Leclerc: 

You and Charles were new, like new new.But he’d invited you to the paddock nonetheless, and you had the weekend off, so off you went to the Ferrari garage. You’d met the so-called ‘Prince of Monaco’ at an Indycar event a few months back when he got your number, and since then you’d been texting back and forth. He finally asked you out, and you agreed, I mean, who wouldn’t, right? Even though you worked in Indycar, you were a born and raised Monegasquean and you were proud of your heritage, and pretty excited to be dating the Monegasque. 

“Oh shit,” Pierre grumbled, bumping into you. Recognition finally crossed his face and he smiled. “Y/n, right? We met at the Indycar thing, right?”

“Hi Pierre, yeah, nice to see you,” you smiled. Behind him came Charles, a bright smile for you. 

“Are you here for work or-? Oh, for Charles,” he smirked and turned back to Charles . “Le pari est-il toujours valable?” (is the bet still on?)

Your face faltered. Charles didn’t tell you about any bet. What bet?

“Je ne lui ai pas encore dit,” Charles mumbled. Pierre’s smirk grew, as did the sinking pit in your stomach. (I haven’t told her yet.)

“Hey,” Charles turned to you with a smile on his face. 

“Hi,” you nodded, more reserved than before. “Congrats on pole.”

His smile dampened. “Is everything alright?”

“All good,” you mustered up your fakest smile. “Ne parie peut-être pas sur une fille qui vit à Monaco, connard.” (Maybe don't make a bet over a girl who lives in Monaco, asshole.) 

Charles looked dumbstruck for a moment, and you left him like that. You were worth more than that. 

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Lewis Hamilton: 

“Have you told her yet?” George asked, eying you from the other side of the garage. 

Lewis shook his head. “I can’t find the right time.” “You need to tell her soon, it’s only a matter of time before someone else tells her.” 

“I know I do, I just… everytime I try to bring it up it’s like she’s extra sweet and perfect and I just can’t break her heart like that-”

“Break who’s heart?” you asked, standing beside Lewis. 

George shot him a look to say ‘tell her now’, and he nodded. George left you two to talk. 

“I was… I came up to you… I-”

“It was a bet to ask me out, I know,” you nodded, sipping your drink. “Whose heart are you breaking?”

Lewis’s brow furrowed. “Yours?”

“I overheard you and your friends at the bar that night,” you explained. “I don’t care. We’re dating because of it, I love you, blah, blah, blah,” you smiled. “Unless it’s been a charade the whole time-”

“NO! It hasn’t, I love you, I promise,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed kisses to your cheek as you laughed. 

“You thought that would break my heart?”

His ego was becoming a little bit more than bruised. “Hey!”

You laughed. “OK, ok, relax. Yes, it would’ve broken my heart,” you teased. 

He pushed you off, smiling. “I don’t want your pity-”

“Not even a pity fuck?” you whispered, a mischievous smirk on your lips.  

He smiled. “Well, I always want that.”

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Max Verstappen: 

“Fuck this game!” Max cursed after his game had crashed for the third time. You made your way into the living room, looking in on the game.

“Everything alright?” you asked. 

“All good, sorry liefje,” he responded, not even turning around. 

“Is that the girl we put the bets on?” One of his friends asked. Max panicked and shut down the stream, then immediately turned to you. 

“Liefje…” he started. You stood there in shock. 

“Is that true?” you started. “Was I a fucking bet?!” you shouted. 

“It- I- Yes, it started like that, but I love you, I-I’m in love with you!” 

“How can I ever fucking trust you?” you shot back. “You’re a liar!”

“I’m sorry-”

“What the fuck does ‘sorry’ do? I’m leaving Max. You are so not the man I thought you were,” you pushed past him, grabbing some of your essentials from your bedroom as he followed behind you, begging you to stay. 

You left. He was the one who messed up. 

All because of a dumb bet. 

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Lando Norris: 

He was sweating through his shirt. Max’s eyes bore into him all night, more specifically, how his arm was draped over your shoulder. He understood his best friend’s confusion. It was mere months ago that Lando had been dared to go up to you and ask you out, mere months ago when he sent a photo into the group chat of you sleeping soundly beside him, asking for the transfers from the men who’d told him to ask you out and somehow get you back into his bed before the next morning. Since then, things had in fact changed. He had changed. You had changed him.

“Lan,” Max hissed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Max,” Lando mumbled. “Not now.”

“She deserves to know,” Pietra shook her head. “Y/n, listen to me, I know Lando had probably been a lovely guy but he asked you out because he was dared to-”

“Pietra!” Lando groaned. “What the fuck!”

You turned to Pietra, pushing Lando’s arm off of you. “Are you serious?”

“She’s telling the truth,” Max added. 

“Y/n please, just let me explain-”

“There’s nothing to fucking explain. You’re an asshole, don’t call me again,” you scoffed, getting up and leaving with Pietra following quickly behind. 

Lando was helpless.

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