A little sneak peak before Monza!! I’ll post the full chapter after the race … fingers crossed!
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“That’s an interesting perspective, thank you. Now, Georgia, if you don’t mind me asking, how do you get along with the other F1 girlfriends or wives? So far none of the other girlfriends or wives of the current drivers work in Formula 1, but I know you all often hang out after the races.”
“I get along fine with many of them. Carmen and I are good friends, which has been lovely. I’ve been sneaking her Bugatti shirts, much to George’s dismay. I live really close to Max and Kelly, so we’ve been having more dinners together which has been so fun. I might be a driver, but they treat me as me and it’s nice. There’s nothing special about me when it comes to then… we sit around and drink wine and talk about how silly the boys are, really it’s a lot more mundane than you think it to be.”
As Georgia said her answer to the Netflix journalist, I really thought about what she was saying. I hadn’t considered if it would be different hanging out with the other wives and girlfriends, but I was glad to hear that in fact it was easy. It made sense – we’d all gone karting together, we’d all grown up together so we were friends and our significant others became part of our friend group too.
“Well, this has been truly great. You two are a ball of fun. Anything else you’d like to add?”
“Yes, actually, since I have you all here with a camera crew and photographers, I was hoping I could borrow the spotlight for a moment?”
The journalist looked perplexed at my question, but motioned for me to go on. I could see both Lizzie and Coco looking nervous in the back, Coco slightly shaking his head, telling me to abandon whatever plan I had.
But I ignored their silent pleas.
I turned to Georgia and grabbed both of her hands in mine. She gave me a questioning look, clearly trying to guess what was about to happen. “Georgia Leclerc,” I began, “getting to know you over the last several years, it’s been a dream come true. You are truly my better half, there’s no doubt about that. So, for the final question of this interview, I have only one thing to ask.”
As I took a pause in my words, I got down on one knee.
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Prompts: #56 “Just marry me already” / #118 “This isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you”
Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f)
Word Count: 717
Warnings: Alcohol use, one (1) suggestive comment, otherwise just some really sweet simp-t Compher
While you had a vague idea of what to expect from JT’s day with the Cup, you didn’t really know what you were getting yourself into.
Right from the start, the bar was set high, with Val’s legendary homemade chocolate chip pancakes served right out of Stan himself. Getting to see JT with his family and friends, and the fans of Northbrook coming out to celebrate not just the Colorado Avalanche, but him, filled your heart with so much love and admiration, proud not even close to doing the feeling in your gut justice.
You’d just recovered from the post-Cup win bender that you and JT had been on in the few days following the win, needing a break from alcohol after several days of non-stop drinking and celebrating. But today is a new day, and your liver is feeling refreshed, just in time for the Comphers to take on Chicago.
You’re at a bar in one of the final stops of the night. Beer and champagne are flowing steadily, the music is loud, and Stanley is shining. JT is the star of the show, never straying far from his prize, but he’s also never far from you.
Eventually, you get roped into doing a Cup Chug, as he’s dubbed it, groaning slightly as you watch him crack open a can of Bud Light and pour it inside the bowl.
“On your knees, baby,” he winks, earning a sharp, ‘Joseph!’ from his mother.
With a laugh, you follow his instructions, kneeling on the ground in front of him; in any other context, this would be quite suggestive, if not for the 35 pound trophy sitting beside you. JT picks up the Cup, pressing it to your lips and tilting it slowly so you can chug the beer sloshing inside. Cheers and chants surround you, fueling you on despite the way the carbonation burns your throat.
JT pulls away, and you swallow the last gulp, grinning up at him.
“God, you’re perfect.”
You wink. “I know I am.”
You’re licking the excess beer off your lips, standing up to your feet when he blurts out, “Just marry me already.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, pausing to stare at him. “J —”
“I’m serious.”
With a giggle, you brush him off. “Okay, JT.”
“I’m serious!”
“You’re drunk,” you say pointedly, “and running on energy from this insanely incredible daydream of a day.”
JT moves to stand in front of you and look you in the eye. His hands slide down your arms until they reach yours, holding them in his own. You watch in shock as he kneels, getting down on one knee. “This isn’t adrenaline. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Tears fill your eyes as the moment rushes to you, all at once, emotions flooding you so quickly that you barely even hear him when he reaches in his pocket to reveal the ring box and say, “Will you marry me?”
The question is hardy out of JT’s mouth before you’re jumping into his arms, tears streaming down your face as you sob “Yes!” into his shoulder. His arms wrap themselves tightly around you, a celebratory embrace like he does to his teammates after a goal, except much, much better.
“I love you, J.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
He’s grinning when he pulls away, the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face — and he’s had a lot to smile about lately. He takes the ring from the box, a beautiful diamond, and slides it onto your finger: a perfect fit.
You stare at it, overwhelmed with emotion and elation, and you lurch forward to kiss him if only to communicate everything you can’t find the words for. He’s smiling against your lips as he kisses back, accepting your silent I love you, I love you, I love you.
It’s only then that you realize that there are other people around — a lot of other people around — and you pull away from him to realize the entire crowd has surrounded you, cheering loudly. All of it is entirely unreal, celebrating your boyfriend — fiancé’s — day with the Stanley Cup, and now a brand new sparkling diamond glinting on your finger.
Needless to say, JT’s day with the Cup was one for the books.
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