Hello! My name is Emily, I'm 20-something (but who's counting), and I have been on Tumblr for way longer than I should admit. I am a writer, a passionate history lover, a dedicated full time [and only kind of delusional] George Russell enthusiast, and an avid defender of both Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri.
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Current WIPs:
The Braking Point [GR63, Single Parent Karting Fic]
Members Only [GR63, Adult Film Star AU (m/m & m/f)]
The Way It Goes 🩵 [GR63, Slice of Life Blurbs]
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*takes drag from cigarette* you know boys, I used to be one hell of a landoscar writer in my day *inhaaaaaaale* *slow billow of smoke* still got fifteen unfinished fics in my docs *drag*
hiii I know im a bitt late but for the way it goes, can you do a chapter where they have to take one of the babies have to get their vacations as a baby (those 6 week ones yk) and baby crying and George's reaction, like those videos of the dads reactions on tiktok 😭
Hi anon! Don't worry, there's no such thing as a 'late' ask or comment! And especially not with twig which is a universe that only thrives off audience ideas and interaction 🥰 Thank you for sending in this idea! I absolutely love it :')
The doctor’s office was quiet that morning. Sitting in the exam room and awaiting the appointment, you and George sat side by side in the plastic chairs, six-week-old Lawrence resting contentedly in his stroller. He was awake and peering around the room with those big blue eyes, little mouth moving as if in awe, limbs wiggling here and there as he was still growing used to his muscles.
You were resting your arms on the side of the stroller, folded one over the other with your chin on top, peering down at your son like he was your favourite thing to admire. When you reached a hand in and pressed your index finger against his palm, his tiny fingers wrapped around your one out of reflex.
“Laurie,” you sing-songed softly, giving his hand a little shake, “all set for the doctor? Gonna show her how big you’ve gotten, hm?”
George leaned in closer beside you and shared in your smile down to your baby son as he cooed, “Yeah, you’re a growing boy, aren't you?”
Lawrence’s legs kicked in his stroller and the two of you swooned. Everything he did was so wonderful to you. The joys of new parenthood.
The doctor came into the room only a few moments later, closing the door behind her and sharing pleasantries with you and George. She also greeted Lawrence, of course, and the baby only stared up at her in confusion.
You shared any updates with her on his growth and progression over the last few weeks and even touched on how you, yourself, were feeling postpartum now that the six week mark had come about. Lawrence was a quiet, patient boy in his stroller.
Soon, it was time for the proper check up. You lifted him up out of his cozy spot and had to strip him down to his diaper which he was not particularly keen on, offering a bit of a fuss that was easily soothed.
He was weighed and measured and checked on with fine attention. Soon, he was back in your arms as you returned to your chair beside George.
The doctor sat at her laptop and typed as she spoke, “He was 3.9 kilos when we saw him last. Now he’s 6.1. That’s excellent weight gain.”
“Is that in the ideal range?” George asked.
“Absolutely. He is a very healthy boy. I have no concerns.”
You and George exchanged relieved expressions. Being first time parents meant it was all too easy to fret about anything and everything. The reassurance was nice.
The last step in the appointment was the routine vaccines. The doctor began getting those prepped as she explained, “He may be fussy and have a slight fever after but it’s nothing to worry about.”
You nodded in understanding, already three steps ahead and worried about how your little boy would handle his vaccines. The first ones had been in the hospital when he was born and he was already crying and flustered when they poked him; needles were a breeze compared to being squeezed out of the birth canal.
George must have sensed your unrest as he offered quietly and held out his hands from beside you, “I’ll hold him.”
You passed Lawrence over to him without complaint and right away he was cradled in his arms.
“There’s my buggy boy,” George cooed with a smile, snuggling the diapered baby close and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Lawrence made a sweet little sound at the affection.
The doctor guided George on how to position the baby on his lap to prepare for the injections. Lawrence was held back against George’s chest, almost as if he were sitting on his lap, with George’s large hand secure around his middle to hold him in place. He was positioned carefully by his father under the professional eye of the doctor.
“Perfect,” she said gently, “And use your other hand to hold his legs still.”
It felt strange to restrain his baby in such a way but George followed the instruction before whispering down to Lawrence who had started to squirm in confusion, “You’re okay, bug. Daddy’s got you. You’re safe.”
As the doctor carefully wiped Lawrence’s little thigh with an antiseptic pad, you scooted in closer to pet a comforting hand on your baby’s head. Your heart was racing and you weren’t quite sure why. You knew very well that vaccines were important to protect him against illness, but maybe it was the realization that you couldn’t explain to him or prepare him for what was going to happen. You leaned in to kiss his little head.
The doctor then gave his thigh a little squish before quickly pressing the tiny needle into it. There was a pause of just a second before Lawrence’s little body seemed to crumple against George’s grasp and then he let out a loud wail. The doctor stepped back to quickly prepare the second vaccine, all too used to the displease of her little patients.
You and George, on the other hand, were not used to witnessing the pain of your baby at your own ‘fault’. George gently rocked side to side to try and soothe him with little shushes, stroking his thumb across his bare tummy.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” George, head hung, whispered to him, barely heard through his wailing, “I know. I know.”
You reached over to stroke Lawrence’s hair, soothing in a shaky voice of your own, “Such a brave boy. Just one more and then it’ll be all done.”
The doctor moved quickly, knowing better than to drag this on unnecessarily. Even as Lawrence cried on, George held him securely and she gave the baby’s opposite thigh a squish and then another quick poke of a needle. George flinched as Lawrence’s tiny body tried to squirm under his hold.
Lawrence just screamed, already upset from the first one and now made exponentially worse by the prick of the second. He was absolutely wailing.
“All done,” the doctor said quickly, giving the go-ahead for full, proper comfort.
George immediately scooped up the baby and cradled him closer against his chest, his two large hands still somewhat fitting around his entire little body. Lawrence just cries into George’s shirt, loud, screaming cries that just make your heart ache.
And when George turned to look at you, you could see that his eyes were shimmering with tears of his own, stemmed from the inability to protect your child from pain at that moment. You just share in a brief look of unspoken ache before turning your attention back to your baby.
George rubbed his back and leaned down to kiss his head, holding him close against his chest in what feels like a futile attempt to calm him. You fetched the pacifier from the stroller and offered it out to the crying baby and, reluctantly, Lawrence accepted it. Quiet fell through the small examination room, cut through only by his tiny whimpers and George’s quiet sniffle.
“Good boy,” you praised your tiny son warmly, petting his head again as his ear was pressed right over George’s heart, his big blue eyes blinking at you behind heavy tears. And his pacifier bobbed and bumped against his tiny nose as he soothed himself with little suckles. You stroked the back of your finger over his flushed chubby cheek and felt your heart melt.
Once the doctor finished up your appointment and Lawrence was re-dressed and everything was scheduled for your followup, George still refused to let go of the baby. In fact, he carried him to the car, leaving you to push the empty stroller alongside him. Not that you’d complain. It was a wonderful blessing to be married to someone who took their role as father so incredibly seriously. And someone who your child found comfort in.
George buckled him into his carseat while you loaded the stroller in the trunk. But then you found yourselves both leaning into the backseat, through the same open door, fussing and fawning over your flustered baby. Lawrence just blinked up at you both, still suckling away at his pacifier, cozy under his favourite little monogrammed blanket with one of his plush toys in his arms.
For the nth time, you adjusted his blanket around him and George gave him another kiss to the forehead. You probably looked like psychotic helicopter parents but you didn’t care.
Only a minute into the drive home and Lawrence had fallen asleep. George kept glancing in the rearview mirror to check on him as he drove, while you were almost entirely turned in the passenger seat to keep your eye on him. But he stayed perfectly asleep like a sweet little angel, exhausted from the stressful morning and the side effects of his first vaccines.
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Currently suffering because of broken ac while it’s 90° and all I can think of is George and TWIG fmc being in this situation where it’s just so disgustingly hot that you have to be nearly or fully naked. I feel like George would take advantage of the state of undress and be so touchy, and he would already have a little sheen of sweat because the man sweats so much 😛. I need to lick him top to bottom when he looks like that. All I can think of is that photo where he’s drenched in sweat, I think from where he was playing paddle but I can’t remember which one.
I’m finally off my period and I feel fucking insane oops. I need him and Charles to have a two man on me and just never stop. You were talking about George glazing you earlier? I want to be glazed by both of them holy shit, I’m frothing at the mouth. I’m rambling and going way off topic mb.
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LOVEEE INSANE THOUGHTS!! I support you wholeheartedly
That twig idea though...delish. Our fmc would totally agree with you that he should be licked from top to bottom 🤭 although while they're laying there in blistering humid heat in their house, she might not have the energy to act on that. Flopped on their bed, sheets pushed to the ground, lights off, curtains closed, one measley little fan blowing uselessly at them.
When George's hand touches her, she'd cringe from the heat of his tacky skin against hers. He's definitely a bit more used to such high temperatures given his career, more used to being sweaty and hot in the cockpit of racecars and in the hot climates he's traveled to and raced in. Even his training for such races require the addition of extreme heat added. So he's definitely a bit more open to moving.
Especially his hands, just his fingertips, wandering over her bare chest, pinching her nipples, tracing the shape of her breasts. She's too sweltering to stop him but she does let out a small sound in half-annoyance and half-encouragement. He rolls over to face her and lets his mouth join, suckling and licking and nipping at her breasts and she just lets him, even though the heat of his mouth is as hot as the air around them. Even though his skin is burning and wet against hers.
She mumbles his name and tries to push his head away but he's moving up to kiss at her jawline, behind her ear, tongue darting out to lick up the salty taste of her sweat. He finally teases her enough to collapse her defenses and she retaliates with a single giant lick right up from his collarbones to his temple. And he groans in disgust through a smile that he can't wipe off.
"You're disgusting," she scolds and shoves him away from her.
"You're disgusting," he retorts cheekily and wipes his face with the palm of his hand.
She can read his mind. his actions, and she says before he can ask, "If we have sex, I will pass out."
"Even just a little?"
"George."
"We could go in the pool?"
And her eyes peek open at him with a bit of a sparkle.
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1. george russell obviously. your george fics, your worldbuilding, your creativity, your prose...brilliant. 100/10 no notes (the braking point?? it's been on my tbr for ages and i am so excited to sit down sometime soon and read it all <3)
2. you give me cool city girl vibes and idk whereabouts in canada you are but i also associate you with canada hahaha
3. last but certainly not least i associate you with being very kind and supportive!! every fic you reblog has the loveliest commentary and every time you reblog one of my fics im cheesing so hard trustttt
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1. dark academia. i literally dont know why, i think its to do with all of your self insert fics but also your layout. ur pfp of george is so good for that aesthetic…
2. landoscar + galex polycule. again… dont know why, but it makes sense to me in my head…
3. the color blue! i dont know if u even like blue but ur so blue coded to me. and i mean like that pretty light baby blue. its so good and soooo you
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I really enjoyed the ending of The Breaking Point, even though I wanted moooore!!!! I liked how you left it open.
Now I'm hoping (and wishing) for some blurbs and one-shots in the future so we can see where everyone ends up.
Now, I have some questions for you (if it’s ok):
Do you think Jo and George rekindled their relationship, or did they come to understand that it was something that could never be? Will henrik succeed? And Ivy?
What was you process of choosing the ending?
That’s it!!
Have a lovely day!
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Hello my lovely 🪼!! Thank you for your patience on this as I saved this until after the epilogue!!
Although I left the epilogue a bit up to interpretation around some of your questions, I can most certainly answer how I see this universe and these characters progressing.
Jo and George definitely eventually find their way back into their relationship. Eventually being the key word. There was a lot to smooth out that we didn't see directly in the plot and figuring out their relationship was certainly not the priority. Probably near the end of the following season, they finally decide to be 'official' and try to focus some of their efforts on their relationship, adult to adult. By then, I think the kids would be very familiar with each other and so it would feel like an almost natural transition/next step.
Honestly, I'm undecided on Henrik and Ivy's future careers! Part of me wants to stick close to reality in knowing it would be extremely rare for one (but especially both) of them to make it to F1. (and over in the TWIG universe, we already have one of the kids becoming F1 wdc...I don't want to overdo/repeat my characters' lives lol). Maybe they each take their own journeys into the lower Formula categories at least. I'm not sure! Open to others' interpretations on this ofc :)
In all honesty, out of all my longform fics, this ending I'm most insecure about. Which is strange because this fic I worked the hardest on in terms of character, character development, and where the 'right place to end' would be. It made sense to keep the ending hopeful without just spoon feeding 'this is what happened' to you.
I knew I wanted George's 'forgiveness' to feel earned and developed, not just immediate. I knew I wanted the parents to be hesitant for many reasons but mostly for their kids and I really focused on what this ending would have them each thinking and feeling.
I didn't want George to feel like the rescuer or the knight in shining armour at any point in this story but especially the end. I definitely knew the sponsorship would be reinstated but figuring out how without jeopardizing the realism of the characters' development or making it feel too one-sided was very important to me. I wanted Josefine and George to feel as much like equals as I could.
And ofc I wanted Ivy to have her major turning point too. I know we didn't see it directly (totally open to writing that if you guys want!) but the bit of her 'scolding' George in the car after Silverstone was a major point for her. It really solidified the ending. I could have just written that George 'forgave' Josefine and Henrik and that is that, but I knew that without having Ivy turn that corner, the sponsorship would never be reinstated. George would never do it without her 'permission' and knowing she was okay.
I could go on and on hehe. Thank you for asking! I love having these discussions with my lil community <3
