Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

✨George Russell - I Just Want To Sleep

Hi again! Thank you @littlemissunn for the request, the prompt seems dvery fitting for him tbh and I hope you enjoy it too! Btw, I'm going away next Sunday so uploads are going to be a bit muddled up and delayed so if you have a request, please be patient. I'll get them done asap.

George had a brilliant qualifying. He had gotten into Q2 and intended on celebrating and so, he took me to a beautiful restaurant. "George, its all so expensive here. I mean, twenty quid for a cocktail? It's ridiculous! Let's just go somewhere else." He placed his hand on my hand and rubbed it gently. "No, no, no. You buy whatever you want because I'm paying. You've been with me since day one and I'm going to thank you for being with me through my best days and worst days so spend away. Get whatever you want." "But-" "No. Whatever you want. My treat." I bought the cheapest things off the menu because I didn't want him spending too much. It felt nice when he wanted to take me places or buy me things because it meant he thought of me but I didn't think I did anything to deserve it. I loved George for who he was beneath the Formula one driver.

Throughout the dinner, his phone kept ringing and buzzing and he kept ignoring them, but it became difficult when the phone rang every thirty seconds and I made him answer. "George, answer it. I'm not going anywhere." He nods. "Are you sure?" "Yes. I'll still be here when you get back." He takes his phone and goes outside to answer the caller. The good arrives while he's gone so I decide to wait for him, he is paying after all so it would be pretty rude if I hadn't waited. Thankfully, he returns after a few minutes and smiles. "Who was it?" He takes a sip of wine. "My manager. He wants me to post about the good qualifying on instagram. Don't exactly want to just yet. Maybe later but now, my time is for you only." I smile and peck him lips from across the small table. This was perfect.

Dinner ends and we go back to the hotel. George plops on the bed absolutely knackered. "Aw. Is Georgie tired?" I tease. He chuckles and opens his eyes. "Maybe. I'm not tired if you're up for celebrating further." He begins kissing down my neck and pushes my onto my back when, surprise, surprise, his phone rang again. He let's out a groan of frustration and picks it up again. "What?!" He shouts through the phone. "I'll post it later! I want to sleep, not post on my Instagram!" Almost silent words could be heard through the phone. "Oh my god! Fine! Give me a minute then." He hung up and got off me. "I'm sorry, give me a minute." He walks away into the bathroom and sits in the tub. I'm not sure why, but if he's angry or stressed about anything he just gets up and sits in the tub. I follow him in after a few minutes of not hearing him and look pitifully at him. Here he is getting Williams some good qualifying positions and they are after him during his alone time with his girlfriend to post a stupid picture? It's ridiculous.

I sit beside him and lay my head on his shoulder. "It's okay. We can cuddle now and 'celebrate further' tomorrow." He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose. "I mean, I want you to be happy too and-" I cut him off with a kiss before we seperate and gaze into each others eyes. "Look, I'm happy as long as you get out of that car alive and I get to cuddle and kiss you after every race. Okay?" He nods and smiles. "Okay. Can you help me with what to say now? I'm so tired I can't even think." I chuckle and write a caption for him and hand it back. He posts it and curls up into my arms, hugging my torso. "Hey y/n? You probably already know this but I love you a lot." I kiss his hair and reply "You probably already know this, but I love you too. Do you want to sleep n-" My words get cut off by his soft snores. I sigh with content. "I guess you do want to sleep.