#please lewis now I'm sobbing again

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lewishamilton: Daniel it’s been a honour to compete with you over the years. I’ll never forget the battles, the laughs, and drinking out of your shoe 🤢 It was gross, but glad I got to do it with you bud.

You leave a legacy of always being yourself, which in this sport is never easy. You’ve taken it all with the biggest smile and I salute you for it. There is so much more for you up ahead and I can’t wait to see what you do next. Always here for you, man.

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Get me out of here - Lewis Hamilton

Part 2 - Let's get out of here

Request: "I enjoy reading your posts so much, I wanted to maybe request? I love angst, maybe a Lewis one shot where the reader gets in the cross fire in the media kind of like Kate Middleton but with the Ferrari news?" - anon

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: Angst, Lewis to Ferrari, Toto being an ass.

wordcount: +1k

a/n: Hi anon, thank you for the request and the support, it means the world! I loved writing that, but then again I love me some angsty, hope you like it ❤️.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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“You bastard, how could you?”

You entered the farm style house in the English countryside seeing red. Newspaper on hand and phone on the other, blazing through the formal reception rooms until you found Toto and Lewis talking in the sunroom at the back.

“Woah there, what’s that language?”

“I thought I could trust you Toto” Your voice coming out stronger and louder than even you expected, facing him to see it in his eyes he knew exactly what all this was about. You couldn’t help but whisper, almost to yourself “Gosh, I really did.”

“What’s going on? Why are you shouting?” Lewis interjected as he got up and headed towards you, his arms reaching for your waist to try and calm you down

“Ask him! I’m not the one who gave the damn interview.”

“I didn’t say it like that, you know how they twist our words” The Austrian reasoned as you paced in the room

“Enough you two. What the hell is going on?” Susie emerged from the adjoining room, still in her workout clothes, towel in hand.

You threw the paper on the desk in front of them, eyeing Toto as Lewis read the headline “Source of Ferrari’s leak: Toto’s former right-hand and Lewis’ girl”

“You thought I wouldn’t see it? That I wouldn’t know that you told the press I leaked about Ferrari ?!” Exasperation written in your eyes as you tried to understand why would Toto sell you out like that.

“C’mom, it’ll blow over. By Barhein no one will even remember” His german accent echoed through the room as he tried to impose himself

“You tried to throw me under the bus for someone you’re clearly trying to cover for, that’s the issue here”

“Who sold the story to the press, Toto?” This time it was Lewis’ voice that cut the air, his tone stern and demanding.

“Does it even matter? He clearly has more respect for whoever it was than he does for me.” Your voice full of disdain throwing Toto off as he looked at you with surprise in his eyes at the tone you were using.

“Don’t be like that.” Susie pleaded from the corner, still as confused as Lewis to the events unfolding.

“Why?! Does it hurt him? I can guarantee it doesn’t hurt as much as it did when I read that stupid interview” Your voice coming out in sharp pufs as you tried to hold back the tears that fought hard to fall.

“Toto, who told the press?” Lewis pressed him once again and you were about to blow out at him when you heard the Austrian confessing “I told them.”

Your head starting spinning and all you could do was march back to the car in the driveway, not really listening to anything they were trying to get through to you. You started the car while Lewis tried to talk you out of driving, his pleading shouts heard through the glazed windows.

Your sobs came out all at once when Lewis managed to get into the passenger seat and hold your trembling hands down, getting them away from the steering wheel and into his chest for you to feel his heartbeat, your frantic eyes finally finding his soothing ones.

“Get me out of here, please” was all you could whisper mid sobs, sliding to the other seat when Lewis jumped out to get to the other side, your peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the commotion in the doorsteps of the house, with Toto exasperatedly motion to a now infuriating Susie and a few other people.

It felt like hours before Lewis pulled over, a small countryside village in the distance and a herd of sheep around. One of his hands gripped the leather of the seat, his free hand smoothing your arm and his stare focused on the road ahead.

“He did it to protect the brand. They’re gonna have a whole year to bring George forward, to switch things around…”

“Why are you defending him?” You cut him mid-sentence; your voice toneless although your eyes showed your emotions were all over the place.

“Because we need to think this through, babe. Toto’s not one of us anymore, you saw it.” He turned to you, clutching your hand into his, breathing in before continuing.

“We can’t expect anything from him anymore, least of all you.” His stare pierced yours and you knew what he meant.

You and Toto had known each other for as long as Lewis had. You had made your way up from being just an intern all the way to actually being poached by AMG and then Daimler, the whole path closely followed by Toto’s advices, and even in the years you lived in Germany the F1 GPs were always a familiar home you got to come back to, because of Lewis and Toto.

“Why did he say it was me though?” You questioned after getting out of the car and sitting by a rock fence, your voice small, much like how you felt while you leaned into Lewis’ embrace.

“To get back at me, maybe?! I really don’t know.” He breathed out after a while, leaving a kiss on your head before looking out at the fields in front of you two. It was a typical English day, cold and humid but at least the sun tried to fight its way through the clouds.

“I’m sorry he made you feel like you had to leave” you looked up at him as you brought up the subject, it was still a sore one for him.

“I always thought I’d finish my career there” He didn’t look at you as he mumbled his response, his gaze lost to the horizon

“It’s going to be a long year, isn’t it?!” You thought out loud after a while of silence and just feeling each other’s breathing.

“Yeah… and I need you there, by my side, head held high” This time he turned to look at you, loving doe stare embracing you in his warmth, no idea what the future holds but sure he will be there.

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Wide Awake

Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Wolff!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Self-Doubt, age-gap (reader is 22), slight smut (just fingering) , oh and slight orgasm denial.

(SOFIA IS A RANDOM GIRL I MADE UP!)

A/N: This was supposed to just be a one off thing but I kept writing and writing and I'm 99% sure that no one wants to read a 25k worded chapter only for it to BARELY get to the whole point/plot of the fic. so there's going to be another chapter (3 at max)

(Also I promise Too Good To Say Goodbye 7 is coming but I was hyper fixated on trying to finish this which isn't happening ) 🫶🏽😊

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My dad’s always warned me about getting involved with the drivers. He told me that they’re all too young, naive and that all they’ll be good for is breaking my heart. For the longest time, I believed him. I’ve seen the way some of these young drivers were with girls.

Max cheating on Sofia with Kelly, Lando talking to 3 girls at once and George, well George hasn’t done anything. Point is, I’ve seen how they are and I don’t want to get with one of the young drivers only to have my heart ripped out. AGAIN.

I secretly dated one of the hottest drivers, Charles Leclerc for about 2 months. All was going well we were happy, we had secret dates and maybe I thought he was the one.

That was until one day In Monaco when I showed up to the paddock for Free Practice 1 & 2 I saw him hand-in-hand with Alexandra Saint Mleux. When I saw them together and I realized everything she had that I didn’t. She was at taller than me, skinnier, gorgeous, had flawless skin and had a modeling career. In other words, she was a goddess.

Seeing them together broke my heart and all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and sob, but I couldn’t. My dad warned me about the young drivers but I still went behind his back and did the exact opposite of what he told me not to do. I deserved this.

I had made a beeline for the Mercedes garage just to get out of the public eye but I was so focused on getting as far away from Charles and Alexandra as possible that I hadn’t noticed I was running straight into someone.

I hit this person's body with such force I almost went flying back and I reached my hands out in front of me to try and grab anything for stability and at the same time I felt two hands on either sides of my waist trying to balance me.

I was feeling so many different emotions right now I couldn't even think straight, clearly. I was so angry at Charles for cheating on me even if weren’t technically even dating, sadness because I actually thought Charles was actually capable of loving me, and full fledged embarrassment because I just ran full on into someone thinking about how Charles just ruined my life. And my makeup.

I looked up to face the person I just ran into and tried to profusely apologize for my actions, but when I looked up tho I was met with the most gorgeous brown eyes I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I wanted to stare into his eyes forever but in the half a second it took me to look up I also realized who it was that I ran into.

The 7x WDC Lewis Hamilton.

Even more embarrassment coated my face as I realized that not only did I just bump into someone while trying so hard not to have a mental breakdown but I ran into the Lewis Hamilton, my dad's best and most loved driver. “Oh my gosh Lewis, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going and I really didn’t mean to run into you. Please don’t tell my dad” Honestly, it sounded pathetic. ‘Don’t tell my dad’? what are you, 12?

I stared at him in silence for about all of 2 seconds which felt like an eternity until I saw his lips curled up into a smile and heard a small chuckle come from him. “I won’t tell your dad, cross my heart” Lewis said while making an ‘X’ motion over his chest “Who are you running from? I feel like maybe I'm obligated to know since you ran right into me trying to avoid them?”

My face fell in shock. How did he know I was trying to avoid someone? I mean it wasn't rocket science, if I saw a random girl running to an isolated area with tears streaming down her face, I too am going to assume she's avoiding someone. “I- Uh, Well. See”

“It’s okay, Y/N/N, I’m not going to tell anyone. You also don’t have to tell me if you don't want to but I’m willing to help you avoid them if you do.” Lewis said as he placed a hand on my cheek.

I’ve always found comfort in Lewis’ touch. Actually, I’ve always felt comfort whenever I was in the same room as Lewis. Something about his Aura screamed ‘You’re safe with me’

As much as I wanted to, I knew there was no point in lying because one thing about Lewis is that could read people like a book. Including me. With a long, loud and dramatic dragged out sigh I reluctantly told him the truth.

“I was seeing Charles behind my father’s back for about 2 months, everything was going well and I actually kinda thought he was my person but I just now saw him hand-in-hand and all cuddly with Alexandra.” Tears sprung in my eyes and threatened to fall as I recounted what I saw a few minutes prior to Lewis.

He had a sympathetic look in his face and I could tell he genuinely felt bad for me. The hand Lewis once briefly had on my face had moved down to grab my hand before he whispered, "How about this: Tomorrow we wear almost matching outfits and we come back here also hand-in-hand. We'd be together all day and we'll be cuddly too. You know, just to make Charles jealous and regret cheating on you."

Lewis was always putting people's well-being ahead of his and it made a shy smile creep onto my face. As much as I want to, maybe I shouldn't read too much into this though, he's probably just being nice to me to stay in my father's good graces.

"Lewis," I whispered as I placed my hand on his cheek "You don't have to be nice to me because I'm your boss's daughter"

he looked a bit hurt by my accusations. "Is that why you think I'm doing this?" his hand squeezed mine a little tighter.

"Why else would you, Lewis?" his hands came up to cup my face forcing me to look at him.

"Because Y/N/N, I-" he paused, almost like he was trying to find the right words to use. "I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world. I've seen you sneaking around with Charles and it took so much in me not to go over there and tear you away from him, to show him that you're mine. I know I'm older than you but I'm wiser and I'll treat you better than he can." My jaw dropped, there's no way that Lewis Hamilton, a 7x WDC is head over heels in love with me, right?

"Lew, I-" a voice interrupted me, turning my body into stone and my blood into ice.

"Y/N!" I knew that voice anywhere and if he saw the moment that me and Lewis just shared, we were both dead.

"Dad! Hi!" I tried to sound enthusiastic but I was so flushed from Lewis' confession.

"My baby," His hands cupped my face inspecting the red all over "Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine, I'm just hot. You know how the sun is in Monaco." I said with a shrug, trying to change the subject

"Oh you have to go in the AC! Lewis," my dad turned to face Lewis who was already facing in our direction

"Yes, Toto?" he said as he cocked his brow.

"I need you to take my darling girl inside. She has a condition where she can't sweat which causes her to overheat and pass out. I am too busy with this race and getting everything perfect to be worrying about my daughter having a heat stroke."

"Oh, jeez, thanks dad. Just send Lewis to do everything for you" I said in a playful tone

"Of course Toto, I'll take her in right now." Lewis said as he walked over to me and linked his arms with mine.

Lewis started guiding me through the garage and to his driver's room where he opened the door and gestured me in. Once inside he closed the door before facing me with unsure eyes.

"What's wrong Lew?" I said as I cautiously walked over to him.

"What were you going to say before Toto cut you off?" his voice so low, I almost didn't hear what he said.

"I was going to say," I stopped right in front of him, our chests were touching. We were so close I could feel his breath against my skin. "I think that you have to prove what you said about treating me better than how Charles did."

Lewis grabbed my face and pulled me into a searing kiss, our tongues fought for dominance but his won. Lewis picked me up and sat on his couch with me on his lap so I was straddling him all without breaking the kiss.

His hands found their rightful place on my hips and applied pressure forcing my hips down as I rocked my hips to apply more force against his hardening cock.

"Mmm, you taste so good. I can only imagine how much better you taste when I'm eating your pussy." Lewis mumbled against my lips as his hands went just a little bit lower to stop at the elastic of my leggings. I guided Lewis' hands under the fabric to release some of the tension building in my core.

He understood what I needed and quickly started to run his middle finger up and down my fold, collecting all my juices before inserting it in my pussy. Lewis slowly moved his finger in and out of my hole while using his thumb to rub circles on my clit. His movements were slow and sensual bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. I started rocking my hips into his palm to add more friction to my core and to chase my orgasm which I really needed right now. I was just about to go over the edge until a knock at the door quickly halted both of our movements and caused Lewis to yank his hand out of me leaving me without finishing.

"Mate, FP2 starts in 15. They need us by our cars now" The voice of George could be heard from he other side of the door.

“Oh fuck me” I grunted as I pulled myself off of Lewis’ lap

“Trust me, I was planning on it” He said with a smirk on his face as his hand came to rest on my ass before giving it a smack.

Lewis poked his head out of the door to make sure no one would see us leave, after the all clear we quickly rushed out of his room, both of us going in opposite directions as to not get caught.

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The next day I heard a knock at my hotel door at the early hours of 6:00am. With a grunt I pulled myself out of the comfort of my warm and cozy bed and made my way to the door. Whoever was interrupting my beauty sleep was going to get a mouthful, I’ll tell you that.

“Do you know what time it is?!” I whisper yelled as I opened the door, not even bothering to look through the peephole to see who I would be yelling at. And boy do I really wish I did look because I was met with the tall, beautiful, muscular frame of Lewis Hamilton.

“Woah honey, I told you we were going to the paddock together. We need matching outfits” Lewis said while looking at me up and down "Do you by any chance have a matching Tommy Hilfiger set?"

"No?" I said, a little nervous

"Perfect, I bought you one that matches mine so put this on" Lewis said as he handed me a bag of 4 different sets.

"Lewis, there's four sets in here. Which am I wearing?" I said I let him in my room and watched as he took a seat on my bed right were I was once peacefully sleeping.

"Wear whichever one you want and I'll match it. I didn't know which of those four you'd like so I bought them all." My heart fluttered a bit at his confession.

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When Lewis and I pulled up to the race and got out of the car, we walked to the entrance hand-in-hand.

Charles and Alexandra were the first people to spot us and I took notice on how Charles dropped Alexandra's hand. When I saw that I squeezed Lewis' hand and leaned into him to tell him

"Lew, it's working. He dropped Alexandra's hand" I said with a smirk on my face.

"Wanna give them a show?" I cocked my brow at what he was suggesting but reluctantly nodded my head.

Without thinking twice, Lewis pulled me into a kiss, his hand finding their place to rest on my ass while mine traveled to the back of his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss.

I heard a strings of words which I'm assuming were curse words before I heard faint shuffles of feet echoing away from where me and Lewis were stood. Faint footsteps weren't the only thing we heard because next thing you know we heard clicks of camera shutters.

I pulled away from him with a horrified look on my face.

"Lewis! My dad might see those!" I don't think I was ever more scared in my life than I was in that moment. My dad can't know that I'm sneaking behind his back with Lewis. Well technically this is the second day of this 'sneaking around' but still, he doesn't know."

"Do you want to be with me Y/N/N?" He said dead serious while interlocking our hands

"Yes"

"So you shouldn't care about the pictures and your dad's opinion. Not everyone is going to accept our relationship but that doesn't matter because this relationship is between us. Not them"

"I need FP3 and Qualifying to end ASAP because I so badly want to suck your cock."

“I’m holding you to that” Lewis said as he swatted my ass. Surely the press people got photos of that and when those get out. I’m gonna have a fun conversation with my dad

It took us about 15 minutes to get the Mercedes Hospitality area because of all the fans asking for pictures, Press asking questions and other drivers asking what Lewis thinks he’s doing going out with me.

I almost took offense to that but quickly realized that they didn’t mean it in a rude way but more as a ‘you better be careful because if you break her heart, Toto will never resign you to Mercedes’ type of way.

When we entered, we were met with the angry eyes of my father.

“Lewis.” He said stern, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose “what are you doing with my daughter?!”

“Sir,” Lewis started but my dad cut him off

“Y/N/N, I told you not to go off with the drivers!” His voice raised, not too loud to be classified as yelling but a couple octaves louder than how it was before

“Actually, you said no messing around with the younger drivers. Lewis is older and more wise” I said as I grasped Lewis’ hand tighter.

“What are your intentions with my daughter?”

“Well sir, I intend to give your daughter the best life I can give her, I want to take her everywhere with me, I want to spoil her, I want to have her move in with me, I want to be her husband and I want her to be the mother of my kids.” Lewis squeezed my hand as he said that last sentence.

I never thought about being a mother, I never felt like it was an obligation of mine. I never thought that I wanted kids but hearing Lewis admit to my dad that he wanted me to be the mother of his kids sparked something in me. Lewis made me realize that deep down, I longed to be a mom and now I wasn’t going to be happy if I wasn’t.

“I will kill you if you break her heart.” My dad stated as he stared in Lewis’ eyes as if to try and intimidate him.

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It's not the best but I promise the plot is to die for!

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[its-avalon-08]

CONTROVERSIAL BUT - y/n leclerc and carlos sainz are dating. - she finds out about the ferrari announcement for 2025. - she flips out and is furious - argues with charles, both sob. - carlos's future (pls make it happy)

i love this with my whole heart. i did cry while writing this im sorry <3

please smile amore (cs55)

the champagne had barely dried on the podium before the news hit y/n like a rogue tire. her boyfriend, carlos, ecstatic from his surprise win, was pulling her into a victory hug when charles, had his face pale and eyes downcast. the phone started buzzing and ferrari's announcement about lewis hamilton moving into ferrari in 2025. y/n's eyes grew wide and carlos stiffened knowingly.

the room seemed to lose all sound. y/n froze, the echo of the murmurs words bouncing around her skull. carlos, oblivious, released her from the hug, a triumphant grin splitting his face. "y/n amore please breathe."

"i'm so sorry carlos, im so-," charles mumbled, avoiding y/n's gaze.

a low growl escaped y/n's throat. her vision narrowed, tuning out the congratulations and backslaps raining on carlos. "fuck off. no, fuck off. what the actual fuck does ferrari want? he fucking won char."

charles flinched. "it's not about that, y/n. it's..."

"it's about what?" y/n's voice rose, each word laced with a tremor that threatened to erupt. "is it about you needing another yes-man, charles? someone who won't challenge you?"

charles' head snapped up, hurt flickering in his blue eyes. "that's not fair. you know i respect carlos!"

"respect?" y/n's voice broke. tears welled up, blurring her vision. "respect doesn't put food on the table, charles! it doesn't secure a driver's future!"

"they have a plan, y/n!" charles pleaded, frustration creeping into his tone. "they..."

"their plan is a joke!" y/n screamed. "at carlos' expense!"

the room fell silent. everyone, mechanics, team personnel, even the bubbly podium girls stared at the leclerc siblings, their joyous celebration replaced by a chilling silence.

carlos, his face crumpling, finally stepped between them. "y/n, honey..."

"don't you 'honey' me, carlos!" y/n snapped, tears now streaming down her face. "this is your dream, your life! and they're throwing it away!"

"y/n, please..." charles choked out, his own voice cracking. "this isn't how this is supposed to go."

"how is it supposed to go, charles?" y/n's voice hitched on a sob. "tell me! how is it supposed to feel when they cast your teammate aside like yesterday's trash?"

charles flinched visibly. tears welled in his own eyes, mirroring y/n's. "i... i don't know."

silence descended again, heavier than before. the weight of their argument, of the broken dream, suffocated them both.

y/n, chest heaving with unshed sobs, turned and stormed out of the room. carlos, his own victory celebration forgotten, chased after her. charles stood frozen, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek. he felt utterly alone, despite being surrounded by people.

later that night, y/n sat on the edge of their hotel bed, staring out the window. carlos sat beside her, his arm draped around her shoulders, a silent comfort in the storm. y/n leaned into his touch, the warmth a small solace in the cold reality.

"i'm so sorry, princess," carlos murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "i never meant..."

"it's not your fault," y/n interrupted, wiping away a stray tear. "it's theirs. it's ferrari's."

they sat in silence for a while, the only sound the city lights humming outside. finally, y/n spoke, her voice quiet but determined. "we'll figure something out, carlos. we always do."

carlos squeezed her hand. "i know we will. but about charles..."

y/n sighed, the anger from before replaced by a dull ache. "i just... i don't know what to say to him."

"he's your brother, y/n," carlos said gently. "he probably feels awful."

y/n knew he was right. charles had never been good with emotions, especially his own. but the image of his tear-filled face haunted her.

the next morning, y/n found charles in the team lounge, hunched over a coffee, a defeated air clinging to him. she walked over and took a deep breath.

"can we talk?" she asked, her voice soft.

charles looked up, startled. his eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. he nodded curtly.

y/n sat down across from him. "look," she started, "what i said last night... it was out of line," y/n finished, her voice choked with emotion. "i was angry, for you, for us. but it doesn't mean i don't understand your position."

charles stared into his coffee, his jaw clenched. "i just... i don't want to hurt you, y/n. or carlos."

"i know," y/n said, reaching across the table to place a hand on his. "we'll figure this out. together, like always."

a flicker of warmth appeared in charles' eyes. he squeezed her hand briefly before withdrawing it.

"speaking of figuring things out," a voice broke the tension. max verstappen, arms crossed, stood by the table, a hint of amusement dancing in his steely blue eyes.

y/n's head snapped up, surprised. max, known for his bluntness, rarely ventured into such emotional team territory.

"y/n and i were just having a chat," charles muttered, avoiding eye contact.

max's amusement widened into a smirk. "actually, charles, your teammate and i were just having a very interesting conversation." he looked at y/n, his smirk softening slightly. "let's just say your boyfriend might have a new home soon."

y/n's eyes widened. "what do you mean?"

max's eyes twinkled. "let's say red bull is always looking for exceptional talent," he said, glancing at carlos. "and sometimes, opportunities knock when you least expect them."

the following days were a whirlwind. news of carlos' potential move to red bull sent shockwaves through the paddock. initially, ferrari put up a fight, but when details of red bull's significant offer leaked, they conceded defeat.

the official announcement came a week later. a joint press conference displayed a jubilant carlos in red bull colours, flanked by christian horner and helmut marko. cameras flashed, reporters shouted questions, and a sense of bittersweet joy filled the air.

y/n, watching from a discreet corner, felt a knot loosen in her stomach. while she'd miss carlos being by charles' side on the track, the competitive fire back in his eyes was a sight to behold. he deserved this chance.

after the conference, y/n found charles by the team truck, staring out at the racetrack. he looked lost, a mix of relief and disappointment etched on his face.

"hey," y/n said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. charles turned, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he offered a small smile.

"how are you holding up?"

"surprisingly okay," charles admitted. "i'll miss carlos as a teammate, but it's a good move for him."

"it is," y/n agreed. "and who knows? maybe it'll spice things up a bit next season."

charles chuckled, the sound genuine and warm. "maybe." he looked at her, his eyes reflecting a newfound determination. "besides, with carlos at red bull, the competition just got more interesting."

y/n laughed, feeling the tension dissipate. it wouldn't be easy, but they'd adjust, navigate the new dynamic. one thing was certain: the leclerc siblings were a team, and they'd face the future, victories and defeats, together.

the press conference lights dimmed, the final question answered. carlos hopped off the stage, a wide grin splitting his face. he scanned the room, his eyes landing on y/n standing by the side door.

a wave of relief washed over him, erasing the nervous butterflies that had been fluttering all morning. he weaved through the crowd, his steps light and eager.

y/n's smile mirrored his when their eyes met. she pushed away from the wall and hurried towards him. the second they were close enough, carlos swept her into a hug, the familiar scent of her hair filling his senses.

"you did amazing, mi amor," y/n whispered, her voice muffled against his chest.

carlos chuckled, tightening his hold. "we did amazing," he corrected, nuzzling her cheek. "couldn't have done it without your support."

y/n pulled back slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. "oh, really? so all those motivational breakfasts and pep talks were for nothing?"

carlos feigned a gasp, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "you wound me! how could you forget the pre-race good luck kisses?"

y/n giggled, leaning in to pepper his cheek with kisses. "alright, alright, you win. you're the best boyfriend a driver could ask for."

carlos beamed, his heart swelling with love. "and you're the best cheerleader a driver could ask for." he held her gaze for a moment, the seriousness in his eyes a stark contrast to his playful demeanor moments ago. "thank you, y/n. for everything."

y/n squeezed him tighter. "always, carlos. always."

[mypoisonedvine]

Neil Lewis is definitely that weird guy in high school that thinks he has a chance with the cheerleader captain. Request is noncon with Neil maybe following her into the locker rooms after practice and while she’s showering-yeah. She stayed behind to shower while everyone else went home.

OMG INCEL NICE GUY NEILLLLL OMFGGGG

warnings: NONCON SMUT (18+ only!! dark!!), misogyny kink, stalking/voyeurism, 'nice guy' rhetoric, degradation, jealousy, slapping, hair pulling, forced creampie

"I just wanted one chance," he reminded you as you tried to cover yourself with your hands.

"How the fuck did you get in here?!" you yelped, quickly turning off the water and trying to reach for your towel-- but he stepped in the way, smiling at you.

"It's just a door, anyone can walk through it," he explained with a condescending chuckle, before furrowing his brow at how you tried to shield your naked body from his gaze. "No real point in doing that, is there? I've already seen everything."

"How long were you watching me shower?" you wondered with a disgusted frown.

"A while, but that's not what I meant-- it's not the first time I've seen you naked, I mean," he clarified. When your eyes widened, he answered your next question pre-emptively. "Stacy Gawthrop's party? The guest bedroom? I saw you and your idiot boyfriend getting it on, got a little show... you guys really should lock the door before doing stuff like that."

"You weren't even invited to that party," you remembered with a scoff.

"That's what you're concerned about? I told you I watched you get railed and you're worried that I wasn't invited?" he laughed coldly. "God, you're so shallow. I can't believe I actually like a girl like you."

"Can you please just leave me alone?" you whimpered, heart racing faster as he stepped closer to you again, cornering you against the tile wall; there was a devious sparkle in his eye, something sharp about his smile as he looked down at you.

"The point is, I watched him fuck you," he went on regardless, "and I knew I could make you scream louder than he could. And now I'm here to prove it."

He shoved you back as you winced, pressing himself against you, soaking his gym clothes with the water on your skin. "Get off me!" you yelped as he tried to force a kiss-- but when you turned your face away, he smacked you hard, which only hurt more with the water on you still.

As you tried to grab your face to soothe the sting, he snatched you by the wrist tightly with one hand-- the other he brought to your chest, groping you as he hummed proudly. "You really shouldn't show these off so much," he scolded. "Guys can't help but think of... well, of doing this."

He knelt down enough to catch one in his mouth, sucking almost too hard on your nipple until you whined. "N-Neil, stop!" you gasped, sobbing a bit when his teeth grazed your delicate skin.

"Sure, baby-- tell yourself you don't want this," he purred, before tilting his head the other way and lapping happily at the other. "I know you fucking wanted me-- you just can't admit it, 'cause a girl like you with a guy like me is 'social suicide' or whatever."

"I told you to j-just leave me alone!" you panted, trying to struggle again only for him to come face to face with you-- his expression tinted with the rage you remembered from the last time you rejected him. He refused to believe that you genuinely found him creepy and irritating, and apparently maintained his delusion that you were just afraid of what would happen if your boyfriend-- or anyone else, for that matter-- found out. Even though that wasn't the primary reason, you had to admit you were very anxious about somebody walking in and seeing this.

"If you don't want me," he challenged darkly as one of his hands slipped down to cup your mound rather aggressively, "then how come you're wet?"

He dragged his fingers through your folds, far too much pressure on such a sensitive place, and your knees quivered. "S-stop, Neil, I'm serious..."

"Shut up, whore," he growled, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall again as you cried. "Just do what you do best and spread your legs, hm?"

You obviously didn't, but he kicked them apart anyway, shoving his shorts down and making you whimper as he rubbed his cock against your ass. And while you were a bit wet, for reasons you couldn't explain, you certainly weren't wet enough... not for how thick he was. But he shoved himself in anyways-- one quick, hard thrust that made you cry out from the sting of the stretch.

"Ah, fuck, that's good-- it's so good," he moaned, dropping his head on your still-damp shoulder and starting to thrust into you quickly. He had no patience at all, jackhammering into you and holding tight to your hips as he groaned deeply. "Guess that stupid boyfriend didn't stretch you out much, huh? You're still so fucking tight, baby..."

You tried to hide your face under your arm, anything to get away from him, but he grabbed your hair by your scalp and yanked it down, exposing your face and making you cry louder. "Neil, please!" you begged through your tears.

"Oh, don't talk like that," he warned, "I don't wanna finish too fast. But fuck, you look so cute trying not to show how good it feels..."

Good isn't really how you would've described it... it wasn't just painful, but it hurt-- he was too big, you weren't used to it yet, and he just seemed to go faster and faster with each passing moment. But there was a sick pleasure to it all, something about the way he reached so deep inside you... he was at least right about one thing: your boyfriend had never made you feel like this before. You weren't sure if you'd ever be able to face him after this, for more than a few reasons.

"Baby," he praised, biting down on his own lip to muffle a moan, "quit squeezing me like that, you're gonna make me come."

"D-don't," you tried to plead, as if it wasn't inevitable. Just the way he kept going, grabbing a tighter hold of your hips, moaning lowly against your ear... it was not only inevitable but imminent.

"I'm close," he warned under his breath, "fuck, look what you do to me--"

"Not inside, Neil, please," you choked, but he ignored it, moving faster and moaning louder until it all slowed down to a stop, his cock flexing with every stripe of come that painted your insides. You hung your head defeatedly, feeling sick to your stomach as the reality of what just happened began to sink in.

"Shit," he hissed, "I didn't think I'd come that fast..."

"Fuck, Neil, I-- I could get--" you started, too scared to even say it.

"Aw, don't worry baby," he cooed, kissing your cheek sweetly just before another tear fell across it, "I'll be able to go again in a second."

[daisybianca]

pairing: lewis hamilton x yn

summary: lewis is kind of a mafia type of guy here, but he still remains the best f1 driver in history with 8 championships (!). mafia means that he kinda kills people. he's always hot put now he is double hot. idk if that's even possible, but anyway. you're his girl, and he sees that someone made a bruise on your hand. spoiler alert: i doesn't end well for the guilty man.

warnings: lots of cursing words, sexual actions, mentions of death, etc

(a/n): it is written in 1 pov, from his point of view. though it couldn't get any hotter? nah, it can.

WHEN I UNLOCK my mansion's door and come see my girlfriend crying, three completely different options pass through my mind.

One. Killing someone.

Two. Making someone regret.

Three. Doing both of those after kissing my woman's tears until the don't exist anymore.

I rush to her on the couch, not even bothering to shut the door behind me. "What happened, baby?" I get on my knees and try to hold her close to me. She doesn't meet my gaze. She's hidden her face behind her little hands, but I can still take a glimpse of her scorching hot, red cheeks. "Hey, y/n, talk to me." I try to persuade her, even though it seems impossible.

"P-please," she stutters, and something dark and colorful captures my attention on her left wrist.

Fuck.

It's a bruise. A fucking bruise. A huge one to be exact.

I try to compose myself. It's not even enough. I think my jawline starts to tremble, and I don't even notice at first. "Y/N," I force her to look at me, forcing her hands away off her beautiful face. Her features are soft but her precious eyes have turned swollen and her lips are tighter than ever. "Who did this to you?" The words come out sharp. I don't even think about them to be honest.

She is my fucking woman. These are the rules. Nobody is allowed to touch her in a way that she doesn't want to. Not even me.

I cup her small face with both my hands. "Who hurt you, baby?"

I hear a soft cry and then she tries to speak again but doesn't manage to do it properly without stuttering.

Fuck, I won't look good in jail clothing.

I bit my lip in order to not lose it just at this fucking moment. My fists become a ball. My girl notices and places her little ones over my hands to stop the shaking.

"Baby, please," I mouth. "Tell me who the bastard is, and I swear, he'll never see sunlight again to touch you." Forcing myself to stand up, in a matter of seconds, I sit on the couch, and she's moved on my lap. I think I'm losing my mind each time she looks at me, and I don't know who to kill. "Just tell me a name, Y/N."

She finally stops crying. Fuck.

My heart jumps each time she attempts to speak but is unable to due to the silent sobs.

A few seconds pass.

A few more, too.

Eventually, I feel a hand pressing on my chest and immediately blood rushes straight to my cock.

Damn it.

Of course, my dick doesn't get the whole situation. It has a whole brain of its one. In fact, we are under hard circumstances right now. And surely, there can't be anything harder than that at the moment.

She hides her face in my neck. I place my hand on the back of it and wait.

I think my blood pressure is on its fucking limits when she turns to face me. "It's my ex." She blurts out suddenly. I want to laugh but I don't.

Oh this fucking bastard again... Though we were done with him by the time I threatened him with his life if he ever got close to my girl again. But he definitely isn't the type of guy loyal to anything. Not to promises, not to threats, not even to his ex-girlfriend.

"He asked to meet me. I said no, but he wouldn't understand. He was waiting outside my place this morning, claiming he'd like to talk. I wanted to get away from him, but he grabbed my arm and..." her voice breaks.

I hold her for a few seconds as the sobs initiate again. Afterward, I get up and make a very important call. Returning, I am very pleased to meet a much-better-looking, without-any-tears woman sitting on the couch and scrolling through her phone.

Noticing me, she looks at me. I try to smile. "He'll be dead till midnight." Sitting next to her, I take her on my lap and kiss the dry tears off her cheeks.

And then I start undressing her, not because my dick is asking for it since one hour ago, but because she seems in the mood for it.

"I just want you to fuck me, Lewis." She says as I press my palm around her neck and spread wet kissing along her breasts. "Fuck me like you hate me."

I smile. "Baby, I could never hate you."

"Just do it for an hour," she moans against my ear. "Please."

I stop to look at her, laughing. "An hour?" I rise my eyebrows. "Love, you underestimate me."

She laughs too, and we're off to upstairs, where one of the mansion's bedrooms is located.

I want to make love to her, truth to be told. Passionate and delicate. But she asked for a rough fuck.

She knows I'm a man capable of doing both. So I proceeded to doing them.

[leclerc-s]

the tortured poets department

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daphnejonesricciardo the tortured poets department. an anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. this period of the author's life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. there is nothing to avenge, no score to settle once wounds have healed.and upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. this writer is of firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. once we have spoke out saddest story, we can be free of it.

and then all that's left behind is the tortured poetry.

the tortured poets department is out now.

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danieljonesricciardo wow.

danieljonesricciado that's my wife??

danieljonesricciardo i'm so proud of you. i love you.

↳ daphnejonesricciardo i love you too danny

danieljonesricciado how did i get so lucky??

isabellaperez if i sob to this album. no one say anything.

↳ landonorris i'll join you. crying session in isa's hotel room.

↳ logansargeant wait for me!!

mclaren if admin is found crying in a corner that's on us.

visacashapprb oh no. i feel the tears coming and i'm only 1 track in.

scuderiaferrari are these tears that i feel coming?

redbullracing i will be out of commission for the next few hours while i process this.

alex_albon you've outdone yourself daphne.

maxjonesverstappen1 i now understand why you people shut yourself in that studio for so long. it's amazing daphne.

↳ charles_leclerc you're such a hater, i helped too!

↳ maxjonesverstappen1 you wrote piano piece shut up.

↳ charles_leclerc this is why i don't follow you. all you do is bully me.

rhysjones ARE YOU PROUD OF YOURSELF? YOU PEOPLE ARE SICK!! I AM SOBBING!!

fernandoalo_oficial any songs about me daph? or our secret love affair?

↳ danieljonesricciardo please stop flirting with my wife or people will start rumors again.

↳ fernandoalo_oficial admit it, you're just jealous i could steal your wife like you were jealous of killatrav when he publicly announced he was in love with your wife.

↳ danieljonesricciardo this is why i don't like you.

alex_albon sick and twisted is the best way to describe you jones-ricciardo. i literally hate you right now.

georgerussell63 there's no way the girl who writes about max's dick is the one who helped write the songs on this album. i refuse to believe it.

↳ maejonesverstappen better believe it bitch!

patriciooward oh no this album will kill me.

isabella perez you are sick and twisted daphne jones-ricciardo

isabella perez SICK AND TWISTED!!

logan sargeant currently sobbing to florida!!!

bailey winters claiming so long london.

lando norris WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN BAILEY?? bailey winters IT MEANS I LOVE THE SONG YOU FUCKING MUPPET!!!

mae jones-verstappen wow we outdid ourselves this time around.

charles leclerc of course we did. it's our masterpiece.

daphne jones-ricciardo a true masterpiece. the work of five geniuses.

pierre gasly i wouldn't call charles a genius. rowan todd at least he didn't get married in vegas while he was drunk. natalia ruiz we did things a little backwards but yeah pierre!

freya vettel mick wouldn't break up with me so i could get the full experience. that's blasphemous!!

mick schumacher WHY WOULD I BREAK UP WITH YOU?? IT TOOK US TOO LONG TO GET OUR SHIT TOGETHER??

freya vettel IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO MICKOLAS!

zoya torres i can confirm that logan is crying to florida!!! it's on a loop in his drivers room.

arthur leclerc i don't believe my brother helped write any of this album. he's not smart enough for that.

ollie bearman why am i sobbing??

oscar piastri it's a very emotional album

sebastian vettel it's an amazing album daphne!

penelope trevino that feature with florence was amazing

george russell i bet lewis wishes that was him on fortnight instead of post malone

lewis hamilton why do you people always have to drag me into things?

rhys jones rip xnda you would've loved being on a daphne jones album.

sebastian vettel he's not dead??

lance stroll it's a meme seb. sebastian vettel oh okay.

pato o'ward MY NEW HYPE SONG IS DOWN BAD

isabella perez because he's down bad for gael

gael perez i will fucking fight you isabella maria perez

max jones-verstappen DOES SHE OR DOES SHE NOT HAVE A MIDDLE NAME??

oscar piastri she does. it's juliana. isabella perez OSCAR!

esteban ocon crying in club to the entire album.

charles leclerc a win for the sad bitches (me)

dulce perez the extra 15 songs destroyed me. i was already sad and then daphne had to go and kill me.

natalia leclerc can you believe charles refused to call off our engagement so i could experience the full album in all it's pain?

daphne jones-ricciardo that seems horrible. let's run away together

fernando alonso where's daniel? he's usually the first one here screaming about how he loves the album and daphne.

rhys jones crying in his room over the album. there was a solid 15 minutes where he spent screaming "did i hurt you?" to no one in particular. the cats left him and joined me instead.

rowan todd ending the album was a 10/10 but ending it with the manuscript was a 4823014/10

carlos sainz i will never recover from this.

ollie bearman SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!

oscar piastri he's still crying in bella's arms.

isabella perez WE'RE CRYING TOGETHER!! pato o'ward MAKE ROOM FOR ME!! I'M COMING TO CRY!! gael perez YOU'RE IN LONG BEACH!! THEY'RE IN CHINA!! dulce perez WHEN THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY BITCH!

max jones-verstappen can't believe i made it onto another daphne jones-ricciardo album. that's 4 out of 11!!

natalia ruiz Y'ALL I'M ON A DAPHNE JONES-RICCIARDO ALBUM!!!

fernando alonso daphne, i knew you were in love with me!

daniel jones-ricciardo BACK THE FUCK OFF OLD MAN!

daniel jones-ricciardo THAT'S MY FUCKING WIFE!!

daniel jones-ricciardo DAPHNE ALISON JONES-RICCIARDO I FUCKING LOVE YOU

daniel jones-ricciardo SHE HAS MORE TALENT THAN I DO IN MY PINKY TOE!!

daniel jones-ricciardo YOUR BRAIN WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS!

daniel jones-ricciardo I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!!!!

rhys jones we knew it would take fernando to get you back.

zoya torres and if i cried to clara bow?

bailey winters anyone who says they didn't cry is lying.

rhys jones i will go to my grave wishing i got a daphne x xnda collab.

pato o'ward I LOVE THIS ALBUM!!

pato o'ward ISA!! WE HAVE TO CRY TOGETHER TO THIS ALBUM!!

isabella perez i will always cry to this album and i'm in a happy and healthy relationship.

gael perez for once.

dulce perez says the one who broke up with his boyfriend because he was scared.

pato o'ward woah

daniel jones-ricciardo i expect all of you to be playing this album over the weeked in your garages. make me proud children.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! does the tagging actually work?? cause when i do it looks like it works but i'm not quite sure if it actually does work or not. anyways, happy ttpd release! this was supposed to come out sooner but i got distracted watching grey's anatomy.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[thisismeracing]

hiii, would you mind doing prompt 8 with lewis hamilton please ? i love your writing 🥹

Heyyy 🥹💓 thanks, I'm really glad to hear that, nonny!!! here you go, hope you like it!

From the Quick Prompt List: 8. “You said you wanted to be my friend”

word count: 1.4k (I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN AAAAAA)

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x lewis hamilton

warnings: angst (w happy ending), not proofread, mentions of a breakup, pinning - friends to lovers trope.

When Yn called crying he didn't waste any time to show up at her door. Lewis knew he was the first person she called because that was just how they worked, they prioritized the other above all things. That was one of the reasons Jackson, Yn's ex, gave for the sudden breakup, he thought they were in love, he thought that Lewis was a looming figure, he felt like a third party in his own relationship, and it didn't matter how many times Yn repeated they were just friends Jackson was convinced either Lewis and Yn were too blind to see or he was being lied to.

When the pilot got there he used the spare key he had to get inside, he took some seconds to look around the living room, some tissues on top of the coffee table, along with an open pint of ice cream and one of her favorite books.

"Hey," he whispered when Yn showed up at the door separating the kitchen from the living room. She gave him a weak smile before running into his open arms and letting the storm take its place.

"He didn't even have a good reason, Lew," she sobbed burying her head in the crook of his neck.

Lewis brought her body close and gave a light tap on her back, a sign for her to lace her legs around him so that he could carry her. He walked with Yn, now tangled in his body, to the couch where they sat together, and he heard the way she complained about the breakup. She wasn't telling him everything, though, and he knew well enough because after all, he was her best friend, yet he chose to just listen and comfort her.

The British watched as his own heart broke at the sight of the woman he loved crying over someone else. ]

"Am I unlovable? Am I a bad lover?" Yn asked after her cries subsided, Lewis's hands going up and down her back in a soothing caress. Her question was more of a conversation with herself because her first two exes complained about her best friend too, which at the time she thought was just jealousy, now, the third time sends her a message, right? No way three of her last partners didn't like Lewis without a reason. What's there not to like about him? she thought. "I must be horrible to be around," she muttered in a huff and Lewis took a deep breath deciding he had enough.

He didn't want to confess his feelings like this, but he also couldn't watch as Yn searched for a problem inside her when it wasn't about her, but about those idiots who let her go. Who could have her a let her go? And Lewis knew her enough to know that he would try to explain for hours and she would still say the problem was her, so he decided it was time to come clean.

"The problem is not you, Yn, it was never you. It can't be you because it pains me to not be around you, it physically hurts me not being able to hug you all the time. I wish I could carry you around everywhere, I wish you could be my forever. You could never be the problem, because you're the solution, at least to me. I love you so much and it fucking kills me to watch you cry for yet another guy all the while trying to search problems on yourself when you're just...perfect."

Yn was silent for a minute. Her eyes were wide open staring ahead of Leiws at her white walls, lips slightly parted. For a second he thought that maybe he was good at hiding his feelings. It's a beat before she's scrambling off his lap, leaving the couch and standing in the middle of her living room with an accusatory look towards him.

"You said you wanted to be my friend!" Yn sticks her point finger at him, her other hand holding at her chest like it would prevent her heart from beating any faster.

Lewis keeps his sitting position on the couch, head hanging down before mustering the courage to look her in the eyes again, "I didn't lie," he states.

"Then you care to explain to me how all of a sudden you're in love with me?"

"It's not sudden, I've been in love with you for years now, Yn. You just didn't see it," his tone is not harsh but his words made her take a step back. "When we met and I said I wanted to be your friend I wasn't lying, I still wanna be your best friend, but I want to be your lover as well, I want you to have a friend in your partner because I know you never did with the other guys. I want everything with you," Lewis confessed.

Yn shakes her head, tears spilling from her eyes like a waterfall. The realization that maybe all her past boyfriends were right: she was oblivion to the fact that there was something between her and her best friend. He loved her and Yn felt guilty for a second because she couldn't find it in her to deny that maybe it was mutual. Maybe she went through three breakups in the past few years because she was afraid of being alone and having to face her own feelings for Lewis.

Still, she shook her head looking away.

She watched from her peripheral vision as Lewis got up from her couch, one hand inside the pockets of his pants, the other sticking in her direction, instinctively she took a step back.

He winced.

It physically hurt her too, but she couldn't stop the tears nor the tsunami of thoughts about all their interactions and all her feelings and how she was blind to the truth all this time.

"Call me if you need me," the Brit whispered before heading to the door and leaving Yn to the sound of her own breath and then the sound of her own sobs because now she was crying harder than when Jackson broke up with her. The truth was, she did not really care about Jackson, she liked him just fine, his breaking up with her hurt her ego and put her on the spot of looking inside herself again, which was not good, or so she thought.

But Lewis leaving?

Lewis leaving felt like part of her went too. Like someone broke her in half and threw the other piece somewhere no one could find.

How would life be without Lewis?

She took some time to think, took hours watching the city go by from her window, all while mentally cursing herself. She could have faced it before. They could have been together for years. Yn was so tired of letting her fears speak louder than her desires. Lewis was so much braver and bolder than her, she took a deep breath and prayed for it to rub a bit in her, his boldness, his courage because it was too late to back away when the Uber accepted her ride to his address.

It was the middle of the night, almost two thirty in the morning the last time she checked her phone, but still, she wanted to be bold, to have courage, she didn't want to waste any more time.

Yn buzzed his doorbell nonstop until a pajama-clad Lewis Hamilton opened the door with a confused frown on his face. She didn't give him much time to question before starting.

"I am so sorry, I feel so dumb, I should have been more honest with myself and with you, Lewis."

"I-" he started, but she cut him off.

"I love you," she confessed. "I love you too and I was just too afraid to lose our friendship to confess it, I didn't want to see my feelings for what it was, and I made you suffer in the process. I am truly sorry for that."

It was like a height left her shoulders.

"Am I still in time to be your best friend but also your lover and biggest admirer and whatever more there is to be?"

Lewis chuckled rolling his eyes at her cute antics before sweeping her off of her feet into a tight hug that gave them just enough space to stare at each other's faces and finally kiss.

Wrote this while listening to "Nobody gets me" by queen SZA. Hope yall like this, I am way too sleepy to try and proofread or look for basic mistakes, so I'm really sorry if you see those. Don't forget to like, reblog, yada yada yada it makes me happy and inspires me to write more, do it without thinking twice <3 *mwah*

[formulaborb]

gewis nsft drabble under the cut!!

George let out a strained moan as he arched his back, his fingers wound tightly into soft sheets. He could barely catch his breath and his body couldn't decide whether to buck into the unforgiving stimulation Lewis was plying him with or to squirm away - though, he didn't have much of a choice with how tightly Lewis was holding onto his hips as he sucked voraciously on his erection.

They'd been at it for what felt like hours now, with Lewis all but throwing George onto their bed the moment they arrived at their hotel suite and stripping them of their clothes. George was more than eager, kissing Lewis everywhere he could and leaving love bites all over his neck and collarbone, marking him as his. He'd then moved down, taking Lewis' cock into his mouth and sucking him off enthusiastically, enjoying the way Lewis' strong hands wound into his hair, pulling just enough to send delicious jolts of pleasure through his spine. When Lewis came, George barely had time to come up for air before being manhandled onto his stomach, his lover blanketing his body over him and nipping at the shell of his ear.

"I'm going to give you a little present for that start of yours." Lewis breathed, and George moaned heatedly, wiggling his hips.

"One orgasm for every driver you passed."

Before George could process what Lewis had said, the older driver was already moving down his body, hitching his hips up to get access to his entrance and licking a stripe along it, making George cry out in pleasure. For his first, Lewis ate George out until he was coming untouched with a wail, spilling over the sheets below.

The second came when Lewis turned George over, kissing him heatedly and finally wrapping a hand around his cock, stroking it to hardness again and making George buck his hips and sob with both overstimulation and pleasure. It was already so much, but he needed more, needed Lewis all over him. Lewis played with his cock in all the ways he knew made George delirious with pleasure, and before George realised, a second orgasm began to creep up on him, building hot in his core.

“Come on, George. So good for me.” Lewis panted and George sobbed, helpless as he came again, jerking in Lewis’ grasp as he kept up the quick pace on his cock as he spilled, rubbing his thumb in tight circles over the head.

Pulling his hand away, George panted heavily, trying to catch his breath as he laid boneless on the sheets. Lewis leaned down to kiss him gently before grinning, and George shivered.

“And one more for me.” He said before moving down to take his cock into his mouth, making George scream.

Lewis was relentless, teasing and playing with his soft cock without pause, and George couldn’t do anything but moan and squirm as best he could in his grasp, his brain overwhelmed with pleasure and overstimulation. He knew if he safeworded, Lewis would stop, but George didn’t want him to - he wanted one more, wanted Lewis to wreck him until the only thing that remained on his mind was the two of them. Impossibly, George began to harden again, and he let out a strained whine as Lewis doubled his efforts, holding his hips down with one hand and keeping his erection steady with the other as he licked along the hyper-sensitive underside and dipped his tongue into his slit, making George practically thrash on the bed.

“Please–! Please– please–” George managed out between desperate pants.

Lewis moaned, deep-throating George and swallowing around his cock, and George felt his orgasm overwhelm him suddenly, forcing a wail from his throat as he came for a third time, his cock pulsing dry against Lewis’ tongue. Lewis worked him through the aftershocks and then some, not stopping until George let out pitiful whines and his hands finally unwound from the sheets to push at his head weakly, his brain fried beyond thought.

Finally, Lewis pulled off his sore cock and George slumped against the sheets, sweaty and heaving. Moving up his body, Lewis began to gently massage his sore muscles, starting at his legs and moving up to his torso and along his arms, taking his hand in his and kissing each of his fingers, making George moan softly. It felt so good, so intimate that it was almost more overwhelming than the sex marathon Lewis had put him through just moments prior, and George felt himself overwhelmed with love.

Kissing George gently on the lips, Lewis slowly brought him down from his high, cuddling him and holding him close until George felt his higher functions slowly return to him and he was able to focus his gaze on Lewis with a smile.

Cuddling up against his lover, George sighed happily, not caring that they were messy and would need to clean up - that could wait.

“Hmm, maybe I should pull stunts like that more often if this is what it gets me.” George said softly and Lewis snorted.

[neptunescore]

Princess Cake, Letter

Prompt word: Letter | Pairing: Princess Cake

Jenson hadn't been in when the letter had been delivered to his house. He’d come home from a lovely dinner with Mark, stripped down to his boxers, brushed his teeth and then slept like the dead.

The driver had woken up the next day, none the wiser to what was in his post, and had gone about his morning routine lazily; eating breakfast and doing the daily house chores before — finally — deciding to step out and check his mailbox for any new envelopes.

He should’ve known. He should’ve realised immediately, should’ve recognised the letter was from him, he’d always ripped the corners of any sort of paper he had his hands on, always left those tiny (almost unnoticeable) tears at the edges. Jenson hadn’t known, though. He hadn’t looked.

He hadn’t looked.

He’d opened the envelope casually, had licked the tip of his index finger and unfolded the paper as if it were any normal mail. And then—

Jenson doesn’t quite remember what had happened, had only come back to himself while he was booking the flight; his phone in his left hand while his right one haphazardly stuffed an assortment of random clothes into his suitcase.

The letter had been direct, straight to the point — an address, a plea for his presence, and a signature at the end.

What an idiot, Jenson had chuckled softly to himself later in the plane, who the hell signs a letter like that.

Then again, Nico was always pulling shit like this — desperate to remain formal, to have any feel of normalcy he could when things went awry.

His smile had dropped quickly after that thought.

He’s standing outside the hotel room door now, hand knocking incessantly against the dark wood as his foot taps against the tiled floor impatiently, “Nico!”

“Nico, I swear to God if you don’t open this door right now! Nic-”

“Jense.” A sob. A squeak as the door opens.

Nico’s finally in clear view of him; trembling hands holding the handle, his body drowning in an oversized hoodie, hair mussed up as if he’d run his fingers through them repeatedly, and he's crying. He's crying.

Jenson lets go of his suitcase, immediately pulling Nico forward, wrapping up the man in his embrace and pushing the other’s tear stained face into his chest.

“Nico- sweetheart, what’s happened? What’s wrong?”

“Jense. Jense-” A wail this time.

Jenson could feel his heart breaking, his thoughts frantic as he pulled Nico even closer, panicked fingers reaching up to hold the blonde’s soft face.

“Love. love, tell me what’s wrong, please,” he caresses the wet skin beneath his thumb,”Nico, please. Tell me what’s wrong, I’m here now, I'm here. I’ll fix it, I promise”

“I don’t know what to do-” hitched breaths, “I lost my phone, and I can’t remember what to do and he left me all alone, Jense! He left me, and I want to go home!”

Oh. Oh.

Jenson let his body fall still, let Nico bury himself back into his chest as the taller man sighed in relief. He could fix this. It was okay.

“Oh, love. It’s okay. Let’s go home, yeah?”

His hold around Nico tightened as he felt the blue-eyed man relax against him. Jenson could already feel the brief sense of ease that had filled him fading away as a seething rage grew in its place.

Lewis.

Lewis would pay for this.

I love princess cake so much, so seeing this request in my inbox had me GUSHING🤭 Hopefully, you had just a good time reading this as I had writing it💗 Also, I listened to 'Tere Mere (from "Chef")' while writing this, and it made me realise that the songs I play genuinely have an effect on what I write😭 (you'll get it if u listen to the song)

As always, credits to @cafekitsune for the dividers♡

Rules and details☆°•~

[forfucksakesniall]

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Trigger Warning/Content Advisory: Just Angst, Cheating Mentioned

"He was holding my hand real tight, and his eyes were wide open. It was starting to hurt due to his strength. Tears were dropping down on the back of it, and I couldn't get away from him. He was begging on his knees, asking me to stay, but I was getting frustrated.

"No! No, you're not going. This isn't happening. I'm not letting you go. You're staying right here, where... where we can be together. No matter what, I won't lose you again. You're not going anywhere."

As I couldn't move from his grip, he slowly got up and held me from behind.

Lewis's voice wavered as he grabbed onto me and hugged me tightly.

“N-no. No. No, you can't leave. This isn't happening. You have to stay here with me. Please. Please don't go. Don't go, don't go... don't go. I c-can't... without you, I'm... I'll be l-lone. I need you.”

Lewis buried his head in my shoulder, sobbing desperately. His voice was quiet, trembling as he continued to hold onto me.

“Please. Please. I'm begging you... please stay with me. We can figure this out, find another way. Don't leave me here alone. I can't do this without you. I can't... I can't…” He started to sob again.

He held onto me tightly, clinging to me as his weight shifted, and he slowly pulled us both to the floor. He continued to cry, his arms tight around me, and his head against my shoulder.

“Please…” His voice was barely a murmur now, his face buried in my shoulder as he gripped me tighter, tears slowly soaking through my clothes.

His body shook with each breath, his arms trembling as he continued to hold me close. Lewis's voice was soft, trembling, and desperate as he begged me to stay.

“P-p...pl... please, you... I... I can't do this without you. I need you…”

Lewis's breath caught as I turned to him, his eyes meeting mine as I slowly leaned in and pressed my forehead against his own. He gripped my hand tightly, his thumb brushing against my skin as he took a shaky breath and closed his eyes.

We pressed our foreheads together for a moment, both of us breathing slowly and evenly. My fingers gently caressed his cheek, my thumb tracing the curve of his jawline as his eyes stayed closed.

Lewis's eyes remained closed as he pulled me closer, his breathing steady, and his voice soft.

"I promise... Never... never make you doubt how much you mean to me. Ever. I... I love y-you. I always have. And... and I always will. I never want to go back to the way things were. It's you and me, it always has been. I love you with... with everything. With my life. And I promise that I'll always be honest with you, no matter what."

He kept his eyes closed, breathing slow and steady as he leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. His movements were slow and cautious, as if testing the waters to see how I would react. Still holding me close as his breath caught in his throat. Lewis looked at me, waiting to see how I responded.

In that tense moment, emotions ran high, and your heart felt heavy as you gently pushed him away. His lips, soft and warm, were only inches from yours, but you couldn't allow yourself to submit to his touch. As you pushed against his chest

Lewis backs away slightly and stopped, his arms still gripping my waist, but his hands slowly loosening their grip. He stared at me, his eyes wide as he waited for me to say something. Lewis's breath caught in his throat, his heart hammering.

His voice was barely a whisper as he glanced away from me and closed his eyes.

“...Sorry. I... I shouldn't have…”

“I won't be staying here.” you tell him.

Lewis's eyes darted up to meet mine.

“Wait. No.” His voice trembled as he slowly approached me, his hands coming up to gently take my arms, holding me close.

“Please, don't go. Not yet. I... I don't want you to leave…”

“I can't stay knowing she was here before... I just can't deal with it.” you whisper.

Lewis's grip tightened slightly as he stared down at me.

“But, I... you... I thought, I thought you were staying... I thought... I thought we were... I'm not. She's not here anymore. I'm not like that anymore, I'm not like that, I'm not…”

Lewis's breath was erratic, his voice strained.

“I-I-I'll sell the apartment, then. W-we'll move somewhere else, anywhere y-you want. We can start over, have a fresh start, anywhere. We can make it just the two of us, without her. Please... I'll do anything, you. We can make it work. We have to.”

Lewis's voice was desperate, and his eyes were wide as he looked down at me, his hands clutching onto my arms tightly.

Tears welled up in your eyes, brimming with all of emotions you had been suppressing throughout the heated argument. As they spilled over, a soft, trembling sob escaped your lips, breaking the silence that had hung heavily between the two of you.

Tears rolling down your cheeks, leaving behind a trail of raw vulnerability.

The sound of your crying echoed in the room.

Lewis's eyes shifted to me, his voice softening.

“Hey, no. No, don't cry. Please, you. Look at me.”

He knelt down in front of me, his expression gentle as he took me into his arms and comforted me. Lewis gently kissed my cheek and stroked my hair, his voice still quiet.

He gently wiped the tears off of my cheeks and kissed me softly once more on the cheek.

“I know I've... I may have…” Lewis stopped for a moment, struggling to find the right words.

“Look, I'm... I'm sorry, Kate. I'm so, so sorry…”

Lewis's eyes flicked around the room for a moment, as if searching for the right words. Finally, he met my eyes, his voice quiet and determined.

“I... I want to stay with you. Not... not at my place, not... not here. I just wanna be with you.” Lewis's voice trembled as he spoke. He held my hands tightly, his hands trembling slightly.

“I want to start over with you. I... I know the apartment means something, but we need a fresh start. Somewhere, anywhere else.”

Sorry for the cliff hanger :((

[loganswdc]

so....! yesterday's race was.... something....

firstly LET'S GO OSCAR !!!! HECK YEAH I'M SO PROUD OF HIM I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT TO SEE HIM WIN HIS FIRST RACE !??!?!?! i do feel awful for lando ,, that entire situation created by mclaren was entirely unnecessary . their bullshit reason saying they needed to cover hamilton hence why lando got pitted first is so stupid -- it's like they realized they messed up and suddenly needed to come up with something to explain it .

it's especially frustrating because that entire mess that mclaren created only made it so that no matter what happened , fans would be mad: if lando won , people would be pissed that oscar didn't get his first win . oscar won , and now people are pissed that lando didn't win . and the entire win for oscar just doesn't feel the way it should: the energy surrounding his first win isn't as positive and exciting as it should be .

and that genuinely makes me so sad for oscar , because i know he's been waiting for this day . he's been waiting for his first win , and it's completely dampened and stomped on because of mclaren's awful strategy calls near the end . i was genuinely yelling at the screen when they pitted lando first , because what was that for ?? why pit him first ?? he did NOT need to cover hamilton , like there was genuinely no need for that . they were leagues away and lando was fast enough that he could have pitted second and still gotten p2 , or lando and oscar could have actually fought for p1 . and it wouldn't have had this bad , awkward energy around it like it does now .

mclaren seriously needs to get their shit together because they're only harming both of their drivers through these things . and them airing out dirty laundry (considering how they were saying "you need the team to win this championship" or how his race engineer mentioned the morning debriefs , etc. etc.) and trying to guilt trip lando over the radio is actually insane !!

it was honestly just a mess .

i also lowkey found it so funny how lewis was trying to break the tension in the cooldown room and lando was just NOT having it . bro was so mad , he threw his p2 cap on the floor and lewis just side-eyed him 😭 multi-21 all over again literally and lewis is in the middle of it , poor guy HAHA

now on to logan's race !! i felt so bad for him , i know he could have done well but unfortunately he had a really bad start and it all just went downhill from there :( the tyre strategy they had him on was... it actually pulled out of no man's land . i genuinely don't get what they were trying to go for there . it seriously sucks man , this weekend was almost his weekend and then it all went to hell 😭 his post-race interview broke me , too . the fact he looked like he was about to sob and said that start will haunt him ... please someone give him a HUG i need him to know we're so proud of him no matter what . shit start or not he did everything he could to fight for positions in that race :(

i was genuinely so confused about what their thought process was ,, and then the fact that logan had to pit for softs at the end because his hard tyres were destroyed... ugh . and we know logan is good at tyre management !! like that man gets a new set of tyres and he is gonna treat em REAL GOOD . so it just goes to show how much of a mess the tyre strategy was .

especially considering how on the radio alex was practically yelling at his engineer for being indecisive with the strategy , saying that the tyres are destroyed already and that they need to be more sure with what they want to do . williams seriously needs to start listening to both their drivers , honestly . it's incredible to me that this tyre fiasco happens SO often on race weekends . they need to get it fixed , and they need to fix it now.

also the fact we found out that alex's teammate is going to be revealed in two weeks... i am actually terrified !! i need either logan to stay with williams and they pull themselves together or he goes to another team that will treat him better .

overall this race was just . it was something . exciting for oscar , but still dampened by mclaren's mess ups and logan's race was doomed from the beginning , both because of his unfortunate start and tyre strat :/

hopefully next week will be better , for everyone , and the teams will get their shit together !!

and that concludes my weekly rant session , thank you very much for reading <3

[just-in-case-iloveyou]

i never posted my Atta Boy photos (hell, i barely took any in LA), but i figured closing night of their tour was as good a time as any. i had the most amazing time, and everyone was so unbelievably sweet and funny and kind. these were two of the most incredible nights of my life, and i absolutely sobbed after both shows. i love them so much.

also, thank you forever @cherished-little-cannoli for joining me! 💖

all my own photos. please don't repost without permission or credit 🙏🏼

Bill Pullman was truly just the sweetest man. we chatted a bit about the show, and A Steady Rain, and you could just see how proud he is of Lew, and it's beyond wholesome. they're such a beautiful family. 💖

i'm including this photo from @pullman-lewis because Lewis is holding the letter i wrote him 🥹😭

i'm also devastated that i wasn't conscious enough to get a photo with Graham Patrick Martin, who showed up to support Lew. when i told him i love how they support each other's endeavors, he literally said, "besties for life!" 🥰

(GPM also remembered me from A Steady Rain 😭)

Jamie Wollrab and Josh Brolin were also there, but i didn't get photos with either of them. in my defense, i find Josh Brolin wildly intimidating (for no reason. he seems lovely). i did, however, talk to Jamie again, and he's an absolute gem! 😊

anyways, i'll go cry in a corner now.

[catierambles]

Alternate Instincts Ch.25

They got back to the apartment, Walter having stayed with Mike just in case whatever Mike had felt came there. They jumped up from their seats as they walked in, seeing August, Sy, and Stephanie bruised and bloody, Geralt looking broodier than normal.

"I'm fine, Mike." Stephanie said as he went to her, looking over her injuries.

"Lewis?" Walter asked and they nodded.

"Walter, one of the Omegas, Marianne in 13B, is a nurse." Stephanie said, "Can you get her and tell her what happened?"

"What did happen?" He asked.

"August has a nasty cut on his face and Sy was stabbed with a silver blade." She explained briefly. "Sy will need stitches and we'll see about August."

"I'll get her." Walter said, "Are you all right?"

"Oh please," She said, rolling her eyes, "He hits like a twelve year old girl. Got worse when I was going for my belts."

"Think she broke his nose." Sy said, still holding his shoulder.

"Oh, I definitely broke his nose." She said, "Go get Marianne?"

"Yes, love." He said, touching her gently as he left the apartment.

"Sy, sit down before you fall down, you lost a decent amount of blood." She said, "August, come with me into the bathroom, I need to clean up your face."

"Yes, Steph." He said and followed her into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. "You can stop now."

"Stop what?" She asked, pulling the first aid kit and a couple washcloths from under the sink.

"Pretending you're fine." He said and she looked at him.

"I am fine."

"No, you're not." He said, going to her and holding her arms gently. "Stephanie, it's okay. It's just you and me, I won't tell the others."

"August, I--" Her eyes went to the cut on his face and he had to catch her as she nearly collapsed, easing them both down onto the floor as her body shook in raking sobs. She still held back, kept them quiet, not wanting the others to hear her break down.

"It's okay, you're okay."

"It's all my fault. You all keep getting hurt because of me. Sy got stabbed, August, your face is going to be scarred. Because of me." She sobbed, her fingers twisting in his shirt and he ran his hands over her back.

"You didn't do this, Steph, Lewis did."

"I told you to let him go. If I had just let you do it, you'd both be fine. It's my fault."

"You didn't know he had a second knife. None of us did." August said. "It's not your fault. It'll never be your fault. Markus and I are okay. You're okay. You're safe now, Stephanie."

"I was so scared."

"I know."

"He was going to take me."

"He didn't." August said, "We have you. You're safe."

“We need to get your face cleaned up.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“At least get the blood cleaned away.”

“Steph...”

“Please just let me know you’re okay.” She said and he nodded. Helping her to her feet, he sat on the closed toilet lid as she cleaned the blood from his face, needing to rinse out the washcloth several times until it ran clear. “I don’t think you’ll need stitches, but I still want Marianne to look at it.”

“Okay.” He said and pulled her into his arms when he stood, laying his uninjured cheek against her hair. “I love you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I do.” He said, “You should get cleaned up as well.”

“Yeah, I need a shower.” She agreed, “Marianne is probably here by now and waiting on us. Go ahead, I’ll be out once I feel human again.”

“Sure you don’t want company?” He was joking and she snorted.

“Get the fuck out and let me shower in peace.” Touching her face gently one more time, he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. She listened to him talk to Marianne and the others for a bit before starting the shower and getting undressed. The hot water stung the scrape on her forehead from where she hit it off the ground and made the burgeoning bruise on her cheekbone throb. Searching with her tongue, she found the cut on the inside of her cheek from when he had backhanded her and made a mental note to swish with some mouthwash to clean it. The small cut on her neck also stung, but it had long since stopped bleeding and felt like more of a papercut when she ran her finger over it.

The rest of the shower was completed with efficiency, washing her hair and body quickly, rinsing just as thoroughly and turning off the shower. Grabbing a towel from a hook outside the stall, she squeezed her hair in the folds before drying off, wrapping the towel around herself. She left her dirty clothes on the bathroom floor as she left, her eyes going to Sy sitting up in bed, his shirt off and his shoulder wrapped.

“No shiftin’, so strenuous activity.” He said when he saw her, “Don’t wanna pop the stitches. They’ll dissolve as it heals.”

“And August?”

“His was no big deal, looked worse than it actually was.” He said, “She put some butterfly bandages on it after cleanin’ it. How you feelin’ though?”

“Hungry.” She said, going over to her dresser and pulling out a change of clothes, letting the towel drop.

“What happened to your side?” He asked, and she looked down, seeing the blossoming bruise on her ribs.

“He kicked me.” She said simply and heard him get off the bed, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. “How’d you know something was wrong?”

“Mikey.” He said simply, “He woke up, realized you were gone, and got the rest of us up, sayin’ he had a bad feelin’. His instincts are usually spot on so we left to look for you and Geralt caught Lewis’ scent. Rest is history.”

"I'll have to thank him." She said and he pulled away so she could get dressed.

"Come on, babe." He said, "There's chicken and mushrooms with your name on it." She helped him put the sling back on that would keep his shoulder immobile and the wound from moving and they left the bedroom, the others sitting out in the living room.

"Mike?" She asked and he went to her. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Trusting your gut." She said and pulled him into a hug. "I love you, my wonderful Beta."

"I love you too, my beautiful Alpha." He said, burying his face in her shoulder. “Does it hurt a lot?”

“I’ll be bruised, but I’ll be fine.”

“Shoulda seen her.” Sy said with a small amount of pride in his voice, “Snapped the ties around her wrists, cracked him in the nose, and took him down with a couple good kicks. Thing’a beauty. He never saw it comin’.”

“He’ll see it coming next time.” Geralt said.

“There won’t be a next time.” August said and she looked over at him as she put her food in the microwave to heat it up. His pseudobeard had been trimmed away so the cut on his face could be bandaged and she would have thought it looked ridiculous if he hadn’t been injured. Because of her. It was her fault. His face would be scarred because of her. Sy would be scarred because of her. She should have left when she first tried to, should have not listened to Sy and left them. Yes, it was then that Sy realized that she was his Mate as well, not just Geralt’s, but she’s brought them nothing but pain. ”Steph. Stop.”

“I’m fine, August. Just tired.” She said, “And hungry. And sore. But I’m fine.” Unlike them.

Jordan’s words came to her unbidden, unwanted.

“They don’t love you.”

How could they? All she’s done is hurt them. Gotten them hurt.

“Stephanie.” August said, “I can see you pulling inward. Don’t.”

“Love?” Walter asked.

“She’s blaming herself for what happened to me and Sy.�� August explained briefly.

“It ain’t your fault, babe.” Sy said, “You didn’t do this to us. That Feral did.”

“”That Feral” wouldn’t be bothering any of you if it wasn’t for me.” She said, “It would have been better if you guys never came into the campsite that morning. Never came across me and Jordan.”

“Doll, he had somethin’ planned for you that mornin’.” Sy said, “Don’t know what. Don’t wanna know what. But he had somethin’ planned and it wasn’t a romantic getaway. I’m glad we did find you that mornin’, because we found our Mate." Mike went to her again, loosely wrapping his arms around her waist over her stomach, laying his head on her shoulder.

“I found my Alpha.” He said, “My fantastic Alpha who I love.” She immediately started moving her fingers through his hair and he sighed, relaxing into her further.

“You’re our Mate, doll, and we protect our Mate.” Sy said, “We’ll take those hurts for you, if it means you don’t. You don’t like it, we get that, but we protect our Mate. So don’t you blame yourself, ‘cuz we don’t blame you.”

[hamilgodd]

The beginning

ProSenna child LewisAu! Pt. 1

Abu Dhabi is probably one of the most beautiful places he has visited and is undoubtedly the most painful memory he now has. Fireworks paint the dark sky with vibrant colors; reds, yellows and greens that flash and dance celebrating the victory of a man who has become a champion.

A world champion.

He is familiar with that emotion, with the celebration, the excitement, the flashes and the taste of warm champagne. He knows the weight of the trophy, the tiredness of his bones after the race, the way in which everything seems to disappear, as nothing really matters. Seven times he has been on the podium celebrating a new championship that bears his name; the eighth is not for him.

There are a thousand things he wants to say, to do. He wants to run, hide, scream; he feels how tears accumulate in his eyes but he doesn't let them run; the cameras still focus on him and he doesn't want to give them more material to be judged mercilessly.

It's what they always do.

It hurts, it burns; it's like a fire that doesn't know how to put out. It burns in his throat and he wants to let out a sob; he wants to seek the comfort of familiar arms that he knows are looking at him. He lowers his head too embarrassed; he has let everyone down.

His steps are trembling and he moves by inertia inside the paddock; his hands tremble and he throws the trophy they gave him aside without caring that the pieces were broken by the impact. It may have been days, hours or just seconds, but it feels like an eternity he is aware of that, of the hollow feeling, the dark shadow lurking.

He is alone in his motorhome.

He is alone.

The clock moves forward without stopping for a minute, and he can't take it anymore. This is how the German finds him.

"Oh my love" Nico whispers shattered to see Lewis like this, to his mind comes a memory that feels very distant but at the same time very close; an unpleasant one; a memory of when everything broke between them. "I'm already here, it's okay..."

It is a repetition, a dejavú that should never have took place; anger, disbelief and pain are mixed in his chest. He can't believe what's happening; not again.

They spend that night hugging each other in the hotel where they don't even know exactly how they arrived; the bed sinks under the weight of both of them and he says nothing when he feels his shirt wet from the tears finally shed.

He caresses the soft cheek, there are some wrinkles in the corner of his mouth; he is surprised how far everything he has come. He is in charge of driving away the nightmares that come to knock on the door; he guards his dream, he does not let anyone take away the tranquility he finds in the kingdom of Morpheus.

At least for those hours, the outside world can't touch him. At least for those hours, Lewis is safe.

Safe in his arms.

—

The hotel restaurant is full, but the small private area that they arrange to book only has them. His hands play nervously with the cutlery and the edge of the tablecloth. His eyes do not move away from the door knowing that at any moment he will arrive.

"Mon solei... please calm down" Alain's voice always manages to reassure him, it is his beacon of light in the middle of the storm. The only one who can make his heart stop beating so fast in the face of the imminent encounter.

"Papá..." whispers Lewis as soon as he sees them when he enters, Ayrton doesn't wait a second longer. He got up in a hurry almost turning the chair where he was sitting; in a few seconds his arms had already surrounded his son.

He held it carefully, like when Lewis was still a little boy with his knees scratched. He began to whisper senseless sweets in Portuguese, in Spanish, in English. It didn't matter, the only thing he wanted was to find a way to stick those fallen pieces of his son's broken and lost heart.

"We are so proud of you" Alain joins the hug. "In our eyes, you are the best pilot and keep in mind that we are great references in children's sport" the three laugh and it is one of the most beautiful sounds that Ayrton has had the opportunity to hear in his life.

Their son has sadness engraved on his face, they can easily notice that. His hands tremble and he avoids looking at them, but it's okay; there's no problem with that. They both know well that he needs time, that he needs his family; that the fact that everything was so unfair is going to hurt and above all, they know that he is going to recover.

That he's going to come back like never before.

Stronger.

Faster.

Better.

The laughter and the familiar moment make them not notice the camera flash. That's why the next morning when the news comes out, it's a surprise to see the face of the three on the front page and the most accurate title but that also carries with it the most important secret they have.

Lewis Hamilton or Lewis Prost-Senna?

[f1-disaster-bi]

👀 Okay for the number + ships drabble

idk if you'd consider it but number 7 + princess cake please q?

Absolutely I can! Not a pairing I'm too familiar with but let's go!

Another Love by Tom Odell

Jenson deserves more than Nico can ever give him.

The thought strikes him as he watches the sunrise on a cold winter morning. He has a blanket wrapped around him, and from where he is curled up on the loveseat on the balcony, Nico can still see the shape of Jenson sleeping peacefully in his bed as the sunrises over Monaco.

And Nico wants to cry.

He wants to sob until all the feelings that have been caged in side his chest spill over into real life and bring him something more than this weird limbo he's been in.

He knows he loves Jenson. He tries to show him that every day, but Nico feels cold and tired. He's trying so hard to drown out the noise of the past but it clings to him like a second skin.

How do you tell the man who wants to give you the world that love had forever broken you down until you could only go through the motions and wish you could feel it again?

Nico had fought in the trenches that had become his and Lewis's relationship all those years ago. Even now, it sometimes felt as if he was still there because despite having torn himself apart time and time again, history had made him the villain.

"You're just going to hurt him how you hurt me", Lewis had scoffed one night when they had met in a bar and Jenson was getting them drinks, "You're incapable of loving anyone but yourself Nico"

Those words replayed in his mind as Nico shivered. They were burnt into his skin, into his bones, and Nico was almost sure that he was right.

How could he love Jenson the way he deserved when he had poured everything he had ever had into loving Lewis and been left with bloody scars for his efforts?

Still, Nico tried. He tried every day to make this work, to fix himself, to love when he was sure he was incapable of understanding what that word meant anymore.

He wanted to do it for Jenson, and for himself because he deserved this. Somewhere deep down Nico knew he deserved to be happy, even if he was terrified to open himself to this again, but Jenson was different.

Jenson was soft edges and sweet words. He was laughter and sarcasm, and honest in a way that was brutal sometimes but he didn't play mind games. He didn't give him the silent treatment.

No, Jenson bought him flowers and chocolates and little trinkets from his travels that Nico horded like a dragon because it showed him he was capable of being loved.

"Come back to bed", Jenson rasped softly, smiling sleepily, and Nico hadn't even heard the balcony door open but there he was, wearing Nico's only baggy Mercedes shirt and holding a hand out to him.

Nico still didn't know if he was able to give Jenson the love he deserved but he wanted to as he took his hand and let himself fall back asleep with strong arms holding him close.

Maybe not all love had to be loud and terrifying and bone shattering.

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