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imaginaryf1shots · 5 months ago
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Soulmate | Lewis Hamilton Ver.
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Summery: You live in a world where soulmates exist, and each person is born being able communicate with them by writing on your own skin.
Warning: one curse, make out session, death of a parent and a dog, not specified age gap.
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Everyone describes finding their soulmate as the best thing that could ever happen to them. Everyone grows up being able to communicate with their soulmate through their skin. Whatever you write will appear on the other’s skin. And once you wipe it off it’s gone from their skin. Only your soulmates writing will show up on the others, it wasn’t uncommon for children to write on obvious places in hopes of finding that love all adults describe, usually parents or adults will make them wipe it away but it still happens.
The marking is a way for you to identify your significant other, a way for you to find them. But the universe decided not to make it that easy. One of the things you can’t share is your name, where you are, and sometimes what you do. It can’t be that easy, you have to work for it, you have to wait for it.
Your markings started when you were just a baby, showcasing that your soulmate is a bit older than you, not an adult but definitely older. Your parents realised that after a while and since you couldn’t write yet, the writings from your soulmate stopped. You remember the first time you decided to write to your soulmate.
You just wrote a simple : Hi.
It only took a minute or so before a Hi was written under yours. It made you break into a fit of giggles. The happiness you had then was unbeatable.
And so you started talking to your soulmate, who is definitely older than you, and he definitely knew it and spoke to you appropriately to your age. Growing up with your soulmate, you realised how determined, kind, and level-headed he is. He’s the one you always go to for advice. He always has your back and best interest in mind. A problem with a friend, you ask him. Can’t decide what to study, you ask him. What food to eat, you ask him. You’ve come to know when he’s sad from the way he wrote and you always found yourself writing encouraging things to him when that happened, or stupid jokes that you hoped made him laugh or just feel a bit better. You always wrote or doodled to each other every day. All soulmates, especially those who haven’t found each other, always carry a pen with them, just in case.
For Lewis, today was different. You’re always doodling, always having something to day to him. So when the morning turned to the afternoon before it was the evening and his messages went unanswered, and he just sat staring at his empty skin, his heart suk. He has never felt so alone since you first wrote that cute Hi all those years ago. Your absence weighing him down.
And so one day turned into two and then three, and as he continued to write, he became ore desperate, hoping for a reply that never came. Worry ate at him, making it hard to focus, and he had to focus he had a race.
Finally, on the fourth day, he got a response.
’I’m sorry I didn’t write to you.'
His heart skipped a beat, he replied instantly.
’are you okay?’
You choked back a sob once you read his words, not reaching out to him, broke you, but you were already broken, already so sad, grieving.
’My mum died’ You wrote as tears left your eyes smudging the ink as it transferred into his skin. ‘I feel so lost.’
The reply from your soulmate came instantly. ‘I’m so sorry love, I’m here for you always’
You clutched the pen, the wight of your grief letting for s second by his words. Despite the distance, you felt his presence, a comforting warmth that soothed your heart.
’I wish you were here’ you wrote your heart yearning for the comfort of his presence. You haven’t met him yet, but you knew he’s what you need right now.
‘I am’ He replied. ‘I may not be there physically, but my heart is with you, always.’
One day, as you stared into the mirror, you found out that you and your soulmates are one of those rare ones. Because you’re one of the least, then 1% that when your soulmate gets a tattoo, it appears on your skin. Thankfully it’s not black ink, but it’s pale lines. It looks like healed scars. Your soulmate had no idea that you’re that kind of soulmates, and you never told him, so as the years went on, more lines started appearing on your skin. Some left you confused, and some left you smiling. You almost told him when he got the tattoos on his hands because some people thought it was scars at first before they got closer to you and realised it’s drawing and lines and writings.
You closed your eyes, imagining him by your side, feeling his arms around you, offering the solace you so desperately needed. Over the next few days, your exchange became your lifeline. Each message from him helped you a little. He was there for every stage of your grief process until you were okay, as okay as you could be and even after that.
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You’re always thankful that he hasn’t tattooed his face. You were confused with the 44 behind your ear and the lion on your chest, but there was one tattoo that he got recently that had you raising an eyebrow. The tattoo was near your pelvic bone in cursive. It would be covered by his underwear. It was like a tattoo that only you two knew about, even if he had no idea that you knew about them.
You work for an event firm in the UK. The company has been able to secure a deal with Formula 1 to do some events for the fans in Silverstone. And for once you and your soulmate seem to be in the same time zone, it’s always hard for you to write and the other to be awake at that time. So your mood was good, you felt happy and excited about the event. There was something that made you feel giddy and ready for the event to start. Planning took time and was hard, but you’re happy with the outcome.
The one tattoo that helped you more than you’d think is the big Still I Rise across your back. Every time you felt down, didn’t do well in something you’re doing you’d catch a glimpse of it, and you’d feel better, and you’d try harder.
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The first two days went by smoothly, for the four days you were working. You were walking around the paddock with a clipboard in hand, your hands scanning the crowds for something, you don’t know what, or who. But you just had this urge to look around. You needed to focus on your job, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something significant was about to happen. It was a sensation in the pit of your stomach, pulling you towards something unknown.
You were so lost in thought that you almost missed it. It was a fleeting glance, a glimpse of a figure moving through the crowd, but you saw it, you have no idea how but you saw it, the unmistakable tattoo, ‘god is love’.
Your heart skipped a beat, your hand went to your neck, and you touched where you knew yours was. You blinked, trying to steady your breath and look again. The man turned slightly, and you caught a glimpse of his hand. It mirrored the one you have on your own hand. Looking at his face before he goes lost in the crowd, you frown. You’ve seen him before. You frown and walk in the direction he went, looking around before you stop dead in your tracks. There he was, looking at you. Lewis Hamilton… his poster, of course. The 7 time world champion is your soulmate.
You take out your pen and start writing on the palm of your hand.
’how’s the weather?’
It took him a few minutes, a few minutes of you stressing. Did you imagine it? Was this actually your soulmate?
‘gloomy, what about where you are?’
’also gloomy’ you write back and sigh, you bite your lip and head back to where your boss is, you’ve known her for a long time and she became like a friend to you.
As you were walking, you saw a big screen showing what was happening on stage in another part of the track. There he was, as a strange sense of deja vu hits you. It was like you knew him your entire life. You stared as he laughed and chatted with the interviewer.
You took out your phone as you reached your team.
”y/n, are you okay?” Your boss asked, you nod not looking up. She didn’t believe you and walked up to you. “y/n?”
”I-uh, I think I know who my soulmate is.” You look up at her with vurnable eyes. She frowned.
”That’s a good thing, right?” She asked you, confused by your behaviour, you turn the phone for her to see. There was a picture of hands that held the same tattoos as yours. Her mouth went into an O shape when she read the name of the article that had the picture attached to. “Oh.”
”Yes.” Your voice trembled. “I need to get into the Mercedes motorhome or garage or something.”
”Consider it done.” She said. “I’ll have to make a few calls.”
Your heart was in your throat as you walked to the Mercedes motorhome with your new pass along with your boss. You had finished your work for the day, and she wanted to be there for you. You both walked into the building, the weather in there much warmer than outside, the room was buzzing with staff and guests alike. You took off your jacket and pushed the long sleeves of your shirt up as you felt the warmth of the room. A woman dressed in the Mercedes uniform walked up to you and your boss.
She greeted her, and they both talked. They knew each other from school. The woman then turned to you and smiled. “Welcome to Mercedes, I was told you wanted to come today.”
You put out your hand to shake hers, and she looks down at your hand and frowns. Most likely, she thought you had scars before she glanced closely and realisation hit her. She looked up at you with wide eyes. “I’m looking for someone that I think I share his tattoos.”
”I see.” Her eyes softened as she understood your words, and she noticed your nervousness. “You’re in the right place. Let me see what I can do.”
She led you upstairs where the VIPs were, as you waited, your mind raced. It was a mix of excitement and nerves. You glanced at your tattoos as you traced them.
“Calm down, y/n, it’s going to be alright.” You boss comforted you and pulled you in for a hug. You hugged her back and closed your eyes.
”Excuse me.” A voice interrupted your hug. You both pulled apart and looked at the man in front of you.
”Yes?” Your boss asked, but the man had his eyes on you.
”I’m sorry for sounding rude, but can I see your arms.” You recognised him then, it’s Lewis’ dad. You gave him your hand, and he inspected it, be fore he pulled up in for a hug. “Oh my god, thank you, thank you.” You just let him hug you. He bruptely pulled back and looked at you, his eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
”It’s alright, this is emotional for everyone.” You said, tearing up a bit yourself. The Mercedes woman came back and smiled at the scene in front of her.
”Lewis is in a meeting room going over some data, I think it’s better you meet him there.” She said and glanced around. “More private.”
”Yes, yes, that’s best.” Lewis’s dad said, and you were shooed by him and your boss. You followed her up another flight of stairs to the top level, where the meeting rooms are. She walked into a room in front of you.
“Lewis, there’s someone here who needs to speak with you.” She said, her voice calm and reassuring. Lewis looked up, his brows furrowing as he turned to face the both of you. “This is y/n, I think you’ll want to hear what she has to say.”
With that, she smiled at the two of you and left, closing the door after herself.
”Hi.” You said as you tried to fight the smile from your face but failed in the end.
”Hi.” Lewis stood up, he was walking around the table to reach you when he noticed your arms, he frowned, he wasn’t one to judge but he was surprised to see the scars? He stopped, but you walked a couple of steps closer. He then noticed it, tattoos.
Lewis was stumped. He thought they were scars, and he wondered what happened to you for you to get them. But in a split second, he noticed that they’re tattoos. His tattoos, on your hands, arms, and any part of skin, he could see. He took a step forward, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.
”Are they real?” He asked his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you… are you really her?”
You felt your throat tighten, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. You took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, I think so, I’ve been seeing your tattoos on my skin for what seems to be my whole life.”
”I can’t believe it.” He said, his voice soft as a slow smile spread across his face. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”
As you stood facing each other, it seemed like the world around you faded, and noises from outside ceased to exist. This is the moment you both were looking for, waiting for. You take out the pen you have in your pocket, and as a final point to prove that you are, in fact, soulmates, and your soulmate isn’t just a Lewis superfan, you write on your hand.
’Hi.’
Lewis looks at the palm of his hand and smiles. He turns it to you and there in an identical handwriting his ‘Hi.’
Lewis reached out, gently taking your hand in his, and his touch sending a thrill through you.
”There’s so much I want to say, so much I want to know.” He said, his voice filled with emotion. “But first, I just want to thank you for being there, for walsh being a part of my life, even before we met, when we were apart.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you smiled up at him. “I’ve always felt you with me.” You said as your own voice trembled. “Even when we were miles apart, I knew you were there, and now… we’re finally together.”
”Yeah.” Lewis squeezed your hand, he said softly, his eyes welling with tears of his own. “We’re together, and I promise I’ll never let you go.”
You throw your arms around him for a hug, and he doesn’t hesitate before he hugs you back. You imagined being in his arms time and time again. Every time he comforted you, you'd imagine he’s right there giving you a hug. All those imaginations are nothing compared to the real thing. The warmth of his hug, the security and familiarity of it all is different.
It’s all so overwhelming that tears wouldn't stop leaving your eyes as you clutch him tighter. Lewis runs his hand up and down your back.
”I can’t believe I finally found you.” You sob, and it takes a lot for him not to cry with you.
”Me neither, I’ve been waiting for a long time.” Lewis said and pulled back to see your face.
”God, you must’ve waited for a long time.” You say realising that he’s older than you. He’s had to wait for longer. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you had to go through everything alone.”
”I wasn’t.” Lewis whispers, his eyes holding yours hostage. “You’ve always been there for me, ever since your little Hi, you’ve been there.”
The door opens before you can say anything, and it’s one of Lewis’ engineers. He looks apologetic once he sees the two of you.
”I’m so sorry, but Lewis it’s time to go.” With that, the man ducks out of the room and leaves the two of you alone once more. Lewis hesitates, and he doesn’t want to leave you.
”Go, I’ll be here when you’re done.” You tell him with a teary smile, Lewis kisses your cheek, takes a deep breath, and prolongs his hold on you before he has to let go.
Lewis tells his team to take care of you, you’re given an all access pass for the Merc premises. You watch qualifying with Anthony, Lewis’ dad. He tells you what’s happening, trying to explain it to you as much as possible. You’ve never been a sports fan, so you never stumbled across Formula 1 before. And other than the research you and the team have done for the event, you knew nothing, but it looks like you’re about to know everything.
“He went first, right?” You asked Anthony not taking your eyes away from the screens. You were sitting at the edge of your seat, filled with anticipation and buzzing with the mood of the room.
”Yes, there’s still Q3, but he’s done the fastest lap in Q2.” Anthony explained, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Taking your pen out, you write ‘you did so well, i’m cheering you on’
Lewis, of course doesn’t answer, but he’s seen your message, and you hope it helps keep his confidence high. Anthony told you about Lewis winning in Silverstone before and how it was in 2020 that he’s done it last. Your ringers crosses as Q3 started, with each lap the track evolved and everyone kept changing position, it was a Mclaren and Mercedes fight, and as the chequered flag was waved and the last cars passed, George went first, before Lewis passed the finish line and taking pole position. The room erupted in cheers, your eyes welled with tears once more, you don’t know all the hardships Lewis went through in his career, but you knew it meant a lot to him. You’ve known when he was at his lowest, and he’s been feeling down for a long time, and you found out why that is. But here you are now, and here you’ll stay.
You write another message after you whip the first away.
’congrats, I’m so happy for you.’
You see Lewis get out of his car, congratulate George, and get weighted before he takes off his helmet and gloves. He looks at his hand and smiles. You feel ecstatic seeing how happy he looks from your words. Anthony pats your hand for a moment. He’s thankful for your presence in his son’s life.
After Lewis is done with his interviews and whatnot, he goes back to his driver’s room, where you’re waiting for him. When he walks in, you imminently hug him, buzzing with excitement.
”Lewis, that was amazing. You did so good, I’m so happy for you.” You say and breathe him in.
”It was all for you, y/n.” Lewis says, and you couldn’t fight the blush from forming on your face. Lewis’s hands cupped your face before he took notice of the tattoo on your neck. He traced it, looking behind your ears for the ones he knew would be there. “did you get all of them?”
”Yeah, all them, I saw most of them get done.” You told him and Lewis’s fingers moved to your. hands looking at the lines he knew by heart.
“Did it hurt?” He asked his eyes, meeting yours.
“Not one bit.”
”Why didn’t you tell me?” Lewis was confused.
”Would you have stopped?”
”Of course.” Lewis answered in disbelief, almost offended you’d ask such a thing.
”That’s why I didn’t tell you.” Lewis chuckled and continued up your arm raising your sleeve with it, until he couldn’t anymore, his touch left you breathless, it was electrifying. You gently turned around and raised your shirt for him to see your back, his biggest tattoo. “I was scared about this one first since it was done in a few sessions.”
Lewis didn’t respond. His eyes were locked onto the skin that’s being exposed to him. From the look of your skin, one would think it’d be rough, but as his hands moved from the bottom of your spin and up your back, it couldn’t be the furthest from the truth. His hands left goosebumps in their wake. You closed your eyes, and your breath shuddered as you let it out. You move your hands up, and with Lewis, you remove your shirt.
Lewis’s hands hover over your bra clasps. You lean back into him, and that was all the encouragement he needs. He quickly unclasp it and watches his tattoo on your skin.
”You know, this shows everyone you’re mine.” Lewis’s voice sounded hoarse, his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed.
”Left your mark on me before we even met.” You said, sounding breathless. You turned around and looked at him, your eyes half closed, your hands on his chest. “Maybe I should do a tattoo of my name so everyone would know that you’re mine.”
Lewis groaned at your words, his hands holding your waist a little lighter. Your hand moved down his chest, feeling his abs before you felt his pelvic bone going down before you stopped.
”I want to know why you have this one.” You bite your lip, stopping your smile from breaking through.
“It was an impulsive decision.” Lewis breathed out and pulled you closer by the belt loops of your pants.
“Well, we have to see who the lucky one is.” You say rearing to the ‘lucky you’ tattoo you both share right next to your private area.
“I can already tell, I’m the lucky one.” Lewis whispered just as his lips tout he’d yours. The kiss was full of love and lust. The intensity left you gasping, Lewis took his chance to deepen the kiss. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck and the other slid to the top of your butt. His lips were warm and demanding, moving with an urgency, he’s waited for this moment for a very long time. Your hands went up to his braids, and you pulled slightly. Your mouths moved in a heated dance, just enough tongue touching to leave you craving for more. The kiss seemed to heat up, consuming, as you tried to memorise each other.
His hand moved from the top of your but up your back, feeling the skin there, and you pressed yourself against him, feeling the solid muscle of his chest, his heart beating hard, matching yours.
Breaking away was hard, but the small breaths you both were taking weren’t enough, and you needed oxygen. “Fuck, what are you doing to me.” Lewis asked, his voice husky and raw.
”Me? What are you doing to me?” You look at his lips red and a little puffy from the kissing you’ve been doing, and you know yours will match his.
“Maybe we should wait until we’re in a more private place.” Lewis says, having the same train of thought as you, he glanced at the door which he hasn’t locked.
“I think so.” You mumble before pressing your lips for one, two, three more kisses.
”Turn around, I’ll help you.” Lewis mumbled, and you followed his words. He hooks your bra and hands you your shirt back. He even helped you pull it down.
Walking out of his room after you’ve both calmed down, no one was the wiser to the make out session you two just had. You went back with Lewis to his house, his family left the two of you to talk, to get to know each other.
So you sat with Lewis in one of his hoodies and shorts, your make up wiped away and just ready for a cosy night.
“What’s your favourite tattoo?” Lewis asked you curious, you hummed thinking about it. You both sat on the sofa right next to each other, Lewis had his elbow on the back of the sofa and his head on his hand, the other one in yours, your legs were over his, it looked as if you were intertwined.
”They’re all unique and there isn’t one that I mind, maybe the Muhammad Ali I don’t enjoy as much.” You say with a giggle, Lewis pats your calf where the tattoo is visible. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing and everything, a legend for certain.”
”But not enough to have him tattooed onto your body.” Lewis adds for you and you nod.
”The one I resonate with the most, is the still I rise one.” You tell Lewis. “You certainly got it at a time when I was feeling the worst and like a fauliar, since you got it whenever I felt like I couldn’t do something I’d look at it and I’d just try again.”
”I’m glad.” Lewis smiles at your words.
”Who’s Coco?” You ask lewis taking his hand is in yours, “My dog, she died in 2020.” Lewis said and you squeezed his hand, feeling bad for him and for brining it up.
”I remember you told me about it, a heart attack right?” Lewis nodded, you brought his hand up so you could kiss it.
”There was so many times, that I wished you were with me.” Lewis confessed, the tones of your voices calm, low and intimate. “I wanted to find you so bad, so many times.”
”I did too, I hate that you spent so much without me.” You tell him and sigh, before giving him a small smile. “But we get to spend the rest of our lives together.”
”We do, I’m taking you with me everywhere.” Lewis says and pulls on your hands making you move that bit closer.
”Good, because I’m not leaving you.”
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”Tell us, Lewis, what do you think made you have the last push to win today?” The interviewer, Jensen Button, asked Lewis, who smiled and searched for you between the Mercedes crew. You just emerged between them with a grin on your face, this was all new to you, so you had no idea that you could be at parc ferme and see the podium from there.
”My soulmate.” Was his simple answer, the fans all cheered as Jenson was shocked that Lewis found his soulmate after so long.
”She’s here?” Jensen asked, and Lewis nodded with an unbeatable grin.
”Right there, and I can’t wait to go and kiss her.” Lewis said, pointing in your direction.
”Well, one more question before we let you go and do just that…” Jensen asked the queastion and Lewis was paying half mind to him, he gave a practised answer. “Okay, we’ll let you go to your soulmate.” Jensen put the mic away before he patted Lewis’ shoulder. “Congrats, mate.”
He wasn’t talking about the win. Finding your soulmate is much more important than any race win.
Lewis walked up to you and did exactly what he said he’s do, his hands went to your cheeks, yours to his race suit to pull him closer, before his lips landed on yours.
The camera flashes were blinding as the fans all cheered for you both. What a moment.
Lewis pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re my lucky charm. You have to come to every race.”
”I already told you you can’t get rid of me, I’m not leaving you.” You tell him before he was pulled away. He had to go.
You watched Lewis on the top of the podium with the biggest smile, his eyes caught yours and he sent you a wink.
Lewis sprayed the champagne before he raised it up and took a sip out of it.
Here’s to forever.
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thatsdemko · 8 months ago
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unknown - m.verstappen
masterlist | pairing: max verstappen x Hamilton!fem!reader. summary: when an unknown number comes across his phone, max can’t help but discover who’s sent him the image he can’t erase from his mind. warnings: 18+ + fingering (f receiving) + mentions of nudity + fluff (at the end). a/n: I want to give a huge shoutout to @monzabee for always being my inspiration to finish my smut, but also for convincing me to read twisted games (this ones inspired by that xx)
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the pinging sound distracts him from the current game on his television. pausing for a quick second, max glances at the unknown number and slides the message open as curiosity struck him.
unknown
can you see my nipples through this?
Max’s phone nearly drops into his lap at the second message. he barely got the chance to even open the image, the second message was far too appalling and his hands got too slippery from the precipitation building around him.
“max! come on!” the chatter from his headset snaps his attention from the black phone screen in his lap. red slips across his cheeks as he apologizes quickly for the distraction, and continues on like nothing happened.
though he couldn’t lie, the curiosity of the image was certainly looming around him. what was the person wearing? could he see said nipples? he couldn’t help but try to sneak peaks at his phone whenever he got the chance before the stream ended.
finally free from his friends, max slides open his phone and his breath sucks inward. you could definitely see your nipples through the sheer linen tight white top. in fact, if it weren’t for your underwear, you could see the very outline of your vagina.
fuck. max was unsure to text back. if he did, what would he even say? there was no clear indication on who it was sending the message. he didn’t recognize the number, and on top of that there was no face. the image was purely just the outfit.
max verstappen
a bra would be appropriate.
your heart fell about five stories down, and right into the pit of your gut. shit, you didn’t send the message to your friends. instead, you mistook the ID you tapped on for one of them, and it turned out to very clearly be your brothers rival: max verstappen.
unknown
don’t mention this to Lewis.
max verstappen
secret is safe with me.
while this made perfectly good blackmail, max had nothing against you. you were completely innocent and most likely too stupid to notice you tapped his phone number instead. he’d never utter a word to Lewis, and the photo would die with max whenever the time may be.
max verstappen
where are you headed looking like that?
y/n Hamilton
your moms house.
max stifled out a chuckle unable to believe that you were born by the same parents as Lewis. when it came to humor, Lewis used it very minimal, but from the select times max had spoken to you, you were the complete opposite. meditation was joke, veganism was impossible to follow, and driving at fast speeds was too boring. y/n hamilton was every opposite of her brother.
max verstappen
I think my house is a better place for that
your heart somehow jumped back into its place, attempting to thump its way out of its cavity. max could easily be joking, he could easily be serious, but either way you shouldn’t go. max was probably not interested in women like you, and sure the photo might’ve tipped the scales in your favor, but you weren’t really into vanilla sex like he could offer.
y/n Hamilton
you wish I was headed to your place like this.
max verstappen
I do.
fuck. you close your eyes, letting your fingers type the message and hit send before you can even have a single regret. max might be your opposite in the bedroom, but you can’t help but wonder what he’s got up his sleeve.
y/n Hamilton
I’m free right now.
twenty minutes later his soft lips are leaving trails down your neck, his fingers work the buttons of the top that sickened his soul into this. he was careful not rip the material, but he was so the opposite of careful when his lips wrapped around your nipple.
his tongue and teeth graze the sensitive skin while you melt against his mattress into a puddle.
you were so wrong about him. oh so so, wrong.
he’d practically ripped that white shirt to shreds the second you entered his place. his tongue was a dominate force, shoved down your throat, his lips were passionate and full of eager. vanilla sex was so not max. you could write pages about him, no fantasy or book explored the way max did.
his fingers. oh gosh, they could write stories about how delicate, and soft they were. how they expanded your folds and had you clenching around nothing. they worked wonders— magic perhaps, pumping at such a fast speed you didn’t have time to react feeling him floor you until every drop of you was around him.
“these,” his tongue swipes across your breast, lips wrapping around the tip of your nipple, sucking you like a baby its thumb. it was relaxing, gut twisting, and chilling. he left you panting, begging, and still he wasn’t finished. no ounce of him showed signs of stopping.
when finally he was done toying, done with whatever ‘warmup’ he claimed this to be, his large cock filled you, warmth overtook with pleasure when you felt his hips grind yours. the rhythm was nothing like his fingers, nothing like how his tongue moved on your skin, it was slow. he was slow, like he were to savor every moment of this.
you clench, you squeal, beg, whatever could come from you as noise. nothing was coherent, and max liked that. in fact, it quickened his pace with a smirk as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head and moan his name.
“you’re taking it well.” his voice is raspy, husk and faint. a moan rippled through your body at the sound of him, you could feel butterflies unleash in the warmth of your stomach as you cry out and come on his cock.
“you’re different than I expected you to be.” you say watching him roll to the pillow beside you, his blue eyes fixed on yours, they still have that hunger in them that turns you on.
“when you wear a top like that,” his breath sucks inward, a simple shake of his head at the newest dirty ideas floating in his mind, “I can’t control myself.”
a breathy chuckle escapes your lips as you curl your body into his, perfectly molding together, “I guess I’m glad I ditched the girls for you.”
a smile stretches across his lips that he carefully plants on your forehead, “thanks for the text, I hope to receive more in the future.”
“you earned yourself a spot on speed dial.”
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melanthaeunomia · 8 months ago
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Do y’all ever reread an old unpublished fanfic you wrote and then get invested on the storyline but get sad because you never wrote the next part of it, just me?
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kairawrites · 4 months ago
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off track.
minors dni 18+, thanks!
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pairing: lewis hamilton x black!reader
author's note: careful kaira, your Lew fantasies are showing. this is not edited, didn't need to chicken out of sharing it.
Summary: Keeping your relationship a secret is tough when Lewis can’t keep his eyes or hands off you.
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On track, Lewis Hamilton is fast, calm, and laser-focused, with an instinct for precision that makes every lap feel effortless. His driving is a masterclass in control, blending speed with a strategic mind that sees opportunities where others see limits. As the adrenaline surges, it sharpens his senses, fueling a relentless drive to push boundaries and seek perfection, making him not just a competitor but a force of nature on the asphalt.
Off track, he's slow and relaxed, with movements that are unhurried and deliberate. He savors each moment, finding joy in the simple pleasures and beauty around him. His demeanor is calm, almost meditative, as he takes the time to appreciate the world outside of racing. When he speaks, his words are thoughtful and measured, often turned to praising others and acknowledging their efforts. His humility shines through, as he effortlessly uplifts those around him, offering encouragement and gratitude with a sincerity that reflects his deep respect for people and life.
These habits carried into the evening, which had stretched far longer than he preferred. The event was a glittering affair, filled with familiar faces and the kind of small talk that came with the territory. It was an opportunity to converse with celebrities from different industries, and networking—a skill he had honed over the years—was second nature to him. He moved effortlessly from one conversation to the next, seamlessly blending charm and intellect. The number of introductions, handshakes, and posed smiles under the barrage of camera flashes blurred together, each interaction a practiced routine.
Yet, despite the buzz and the endless flow of champagne, his attention was elsewhere. His thoughts kept wandering back to you, the one person who stood out in the sea of glittering gowns and tailored suits. Every so often, his eyes would seek you out across the room, lingering on you as you moved through the crowd. He found himself captivated by the way you smiled, the way you laughed at some offhand remark, and the way you carried yourself with effortless grace.
The conversations around him faded into the background as Lewis watched you, his focus narrowing until you were the only person in the room who mattered. Each lingering glance he sent your way was filled with unspoken thoughts, a silent pull that neither of you could ignore. Even as he navigated the demands of the evening, you remained at the forefront of his mind, an irresistible presence that drew him in, no matter how much he tried to stay engaged with everyone else.
A month--that's how long it's been since he's last seen you. Work obligations, on both ends, proving to be an obstacle. It wasn't ideal for your reunion to be at such a public place.
The stunning emerald, green gown that flowed like liquid silk, the color a striking contrast against your deep brown skin, making you look like a jewel amidst the crowd. The gown featured a plunging neckline and a thigh-high slit, adding a hint of allure while maintaining an air of sophistication. The rich green fabric caught the light with every step you took, highlighting the gown’s luxurious texture and making you the center of attention. You stood out so brilliantly that you attracted the gaze of every man in the room.
Most men would scowl at the idea of other men admiring their girlfriend, but their attention didn’t spark jealousy in Lewis. Instead, he admired each detail of your ensemble, knowing that every element was tailored to suit his taste. His eyes were drawn to the plunging neckline of your gown, where a delicate necklace nestled against your skin. The necklace, a gift from him, was a masterpiece of craftsmanship: a simple yet elegant silver chain adorned with a single, brilliant diamond pendant. It shimmered subtly, catching the light with every movement you made. Lewis couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride, seeing how the necklace complemented your beauty and how, despite the undercover nature of your relationship, every detail was a reflection of his admiration and love for you.
Tonight, his hello came in the form of his touch, his fingers brushing against yours with a gentle, intimate caress as he removed the empty champagne flute from your hand. You felt a shiver of warmth at his touch, a familiar sensation that sent a flutter through you. He replaced the flute with a glass of wine, his right hand settling possessively on your hip for the briefest of moments. His touch reassuring, grounding, as his thumb dragged along the fabric of your gown resting against the small of your back.
“Stunning as always, Ms. Y/L/N,” he notes, his touch tracing the curve of your hip. Lewis leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear as he adds, “I was hoping we can find a more private place to talk later.”
You sipped your wine, the cool liquid a sharp contrast to the heat of his touch. With a cheeky smile, you responded, “You expect the man of the hour to disappear unnoticed?”
He nodded towards the bartender, signaling for a refill of his whiskey. As he turned back to you, his eyes held a playful glint. “You’d be surprised what I can do, love,” he said with a grin, his touch leaving a sudden chill as he withdrew his hand. His gaze swept the room, taking in the crowd with a calculated look, as if considering the best way to make his escape without drawing too much attention.
Accepting his glass, Lewis took a leisurely sip, savoring the rich taste of his whiskey. His gaze returned to you, and he shamelessly took in every detail of your appearance. His eyes roamed over the elegant curve of your neckline, the way the gown accentuated your figure, the length of your thigh, down to your ankle. Retracing each feature, the corner of his mouth turning up as his gaze traced the curve of your lips.
Despite the warmth and familiarity of his gaze, you felt a twinge of nervousness. Each time his eyes meet yours, they seemed to pierce through the layers of confidence you typically exude. The intensity of his admiration, though flattering, made your heart race slightly. His gaze lingered with an intensity that was both flattering and unnerving, causing a delicate warmth to creep across your cheeks. The heat spreading from your head to your toes, causing you to find relief in the wine you held. Despite your surroundings, and the respectable distance between your bodies, you could feel the weight of his attention, the way it made you acutely aware of every movement and every expression, as if Lewis could read your thoughts with just a look. It was something you haven't gotten used to and probably never will.
The way his eyes had a way of making you feel like the center of his universe, which was both exhilarating and a little unsettling.
You cleared your throat, shifting your gaze to his emptying glass. “Congratulations on your Grand Prix, Lewis. Looking to unwind tonight?”
“In more ways than one,” he replied with a grin, his eyes twinkling with humor. “Don’t worry, I’m not behind the wheel tonight.”
You giggled, your eyes meeting his with a playful challenge. “Looks like you’re trying to get into trouble.”
His smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Promise, I’ll save the best kind for you.” He winked, a hint of mischief dancing in his gaze. As he turned back to signal the bartender for his refill, his hand lingered on your hip, creating a warm, comforting pressure. Once his drink arrived, he met your gaze. "As always, the pleasure is mine, Ms. Y/L/N," he smiled before returning to his guests.
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And believe me, it was.
Tonight, his eyes admired the chestnut lipstick, noting the contrast of its rich hue against the soft, full curve of your lips. His gaze drawn to the way your teeth gently dug into the tender flesh, a gesture of both contemplation and restraint. His thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip, the touch light yet insistent, encouraged you to release the bite and reveal the full, seductive shade of your lipstick. You had spent time perfecting your makeup, after all, and he intended to appreciate every detail.
Tonight, he spoke praise into the warmth of your ear, his voice softening as his lips and tongue traced the delicate curve of your neck. His gruff tone melted into a whisper, and he pressed gentle kisses to your pulse, each touch sent shivers down your spine. The contrast of his rugged voice with the tenderness of his actions creates a captivating intimacy, as if he’s recommitting and savoring each inch of you to memory.
Tonight, his calloused hands traced the curves of your hips, admiring the gentle dips and contours as he gripped and kneaded the soft flesh beneath the fabric of your dress. His fingertips dragged and lingered, moving slowly towards your thighs, igniting a thrilling heat with each deliberate touch. His senses were flooded with your scent, a heady mix of perfume and warmth that fueled him with a high he could only ever capture on the track. The intensity of the moment, the closeness of your bodies, and the undeniable chemistry between you all combine to create a rush unlike any other, driving him to lose himself in the sensation.
It was the feeling of pleasure he felt with you, that was unmatched by any woman before, which fueled the movements of his fingers as they slipped between your legs. The strokes of his thumbs meticulously hitched your breath, fluttering your eyes closed. The heat of his mouth, sucked against your chest, your neck, the weight of his body pressed you against the chilled bathroom door. The pressure he built weakened your knees, your fingers clinging to his shoulders as you struggled to breathe.
"Lew…"
His brow arched, his teeth catching the overhead vanity light in a brief flash of white. "Hmm?"
Your lips parted, but your voice was caged beneath the shaky breath his touch pulled out of you. The tremor in your chest revealing the effect he had on you, making it difficult to form coherent words. His touch, both electrifying and tender, left you breathless and yearning for more.
You should've tried harder, fought against the voice in your head screaming for you to push him for more. More than just kisses and the warmth of his fingers. The voice urged you to regain control of your limbs, unbuckle his pants, and feel the part of him you'd missed the most--but you couldn't.
All you could think of is how much you've missed this—how every touch, every whisper felt like it had been too long in coming.
"It's been too long," he murmured, completing your thought as if reading your mind. His left hand rested on the base of your throat, the metal of his rings cool against your overheated flesh. His thumb pressed gently against your chin, tilting your face upwards, compelling you to meet his gaze. His touch was both commanding and reassuring, reminding you of the depth of your connection and the longing that has only grown in the time apart. "You missed me?"
Your response fell short of what he wants. The soft nod of your head, before it lulled back to rest against the door was not what he wants. He wanted to hear the tremble in your voice, the shift in octaves, that replayed on a loop in his mind when he tried to recreate the warmth of your touch in his bed alone. He wanted to see the clouded mixture of lust and pleading in your eyes as your hooded gaze holds his, but your eyes are gripped shut denying him what he wanted.
Instead, you responded by gripping his wrist, keeping him in place as he attempted to slow his pace. Your hips rolled desperately, attempting to matching the circles he drew against your skin. 
His chuckle washed over you. His lips warm against the corner of your mouth. Despite your attempt of control, he easily regained it. His touch drifting from your clit, dragging painstakingly slow along the outside of your folds.
"Seems you've forgotten a few things. Hm?"
His touch is meticulous, never brushing against the spot you need, leaving you yearning for more. He kissed your lips slowly, the tenderness of the gesture both soothing and electrifying. Sucking against your bottom lip, he repeated the action as your hips instinctively jerked seeking the high slowly threatening to slip away.
With a soft, commanding tone, he told you, “Lemme see those pretty eyes.”
As you obey and lift your hooded lids, his smile widened with a mix of satisfaction and adoration. It’s a smile that starts in his eyes, which crinkled slightly at the corners, and spread to his lips, revealing a hint of his teeth. The smile is warm and genuine, a reflection of the affection and pride he feels as he takes in the sight of you. The pride he feels in knowing that no other man had the same effect on you. There’s a touch of playfulness in his expression, as his tongue passed over his lips.
“Attagirl,” he murmurs softly, his touch returning to your clit.
The content giggle that escaped your lips, melted into a breathless moan coaxing his finger between your slick folds. It was a sound he'd chase until the end of time. Once it was unlocked, he knew soon the sound of his name on your lips would follow.
"...that's what I've missed," Lewis hummed.
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lerclan · 5 months ago
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movie night (pt.2 to orange) | lando norris
type: smau + written
pairing(s): reader x lando norris, reader x f1 grid (friendly)
summary: after you and lando officially announced your relationship, you didnt realize that charles and george were actually sad about the news. to make it up you invited them for ice cream and some movies (except they werent the only ones that showed up)
warning(s): a little bit suggestive 😘🙈
fc: random girlies off of pinterest!
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"are you sure thats gonna be enough ice cream, babe?" lando asks as you turned to look at him confused
"yes??? why wouldnt there be enough? i only invited the two of them for some ice cream and to watch movies." you respond to lando as his eyes widen, "what did you do, lando."
"i swear–no i promise i didnt know it was just supposed to be those two..." he explains as you look at him more, "i may or may have not invited more people besides the two..."
"lando norris!" you yelp out in disbelief, "go."
"go?? go where??" he asks confused.
"go buy more ice cream for the friends you invited." you tell him as he sighs, "quit standing around, go before they come!"
after a few minutes of you stressing out, lando finally arrived with more ice cream in his hands.
"who else did you invite?" you finally ask as he puts the ice cream in the freezer.
"carlos, oscar, max, alex, and lewis." he states their names.
"oh, well thats fine. sorry for getting snappy with you, love." you give him a peck on his cheek, "you know how i am with planning things."
"trust me i do, dont worry about it babe." he tackles you onto the couch as you scream for help.
you and him wrestle each other for a bit until you end up on top of him, straddling his waist.
"i could so do you right now." you blurt out as he cheekily smiles.
"please do." he says as you lean in for a kiss but it gets interrupted with a doorbell.
"awhh, too bad." you pull away as you give him a sly look to which he rolls his eyes at.
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ynnn posted on their story !
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amayamoore replied to ynnns story
amayamoore WHY IS EVERYONE THERE
amayamoore I THOUGHT IT WAS J GONNA BE CHARLES AND GEORGE??
ynnn GIRL I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT LANDO INVITED MORE PEOPLE 😭😭😭
amayamoore LMFAOOO
lilymhe replied to ynnns story
lilymhe tell alex to buy some carrots after you guys are done w your movie night
lilymhe that cute idiot forgot his phone 😔
ynnn LMFAOAHHS OKAY
ynnn he said "understood" with a salute
lilymhe thanks girl lets hang tmrw xxx
ynnn GIRLS NIGHT!?&:
lilymhe YESSSS
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"did she ask for anything else, y/n?" alex asks as he takes a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
"no, but i am stealing her from you tomorrow night." you answer as you take a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth as well.
"girls night?" max asks as you nod your head in agreement.
"yep, pretty much." you answer verbally, "anyways, were you two shocked when you pulled up here seeing all the other guys?" you laugh as you see charles and george nod their heads.
"obviously. i thought me and george were gonna get closure and therapy after the announcement, not a whole party." charles answers as he laughs, "but i think this is better."
"the more merrier they say..." lando says as he scratches his head.
you give him a peck on the lips as you laugh.
"you guys are lucky charles cried all of his tears during the announcement or hed be bawling right now." carlos says as everyone laughs and looks at charles.
"hey, still quite sensitive to that..." he says as he eats down his ice cream and chokes.
max instantly gets up to pat charles on his back as he keeps on coughing.
"DONT DIE ON ME." you yell as you ran out of the room to get charles a glass of water.
"RUN BABE RUN!!" lando yells out as he slowly panics at how much charles was coughing.
"HERE.." you come back with a glass of water nearly slipping on the way, but it gets to charles safely.
"charles dont die yet, you have to race in monaco." max says as he still pats his back.
"i wo–" he coughs, "i wont." he finally takes a deep breath and stops coughing.
"almost lost a dad there for a sec by his own ice cream brand" oscar says as everyone laughs especially charles.
"you almost really did." he says as he finally eases down, "anyways, what are we watching tonight." he asks as you chuckle at his attempt at changing the subject.
"you can pick since you almost saw the light." you say.
"yeah mate, youre lucky max got your back. like quite literally." lewis says max laughs.
after a few minutes of thinking, charles finally picked a movie that he thinks everyone would enjoy.
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lando.jpg my love ❤️
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user3 y/ns first jpg feature 🥹🫶
lando.jpg wont be the last thats fs ❤️
ynnn you better be for sure.
user3 NOT THE THREAT GNNN 😭😭😭
maxverstappen1 mates gonna pretend like we werent there...
alex_albon got lost in the sauce
lewishamilton real
georgerussell63 real
oscarpiastri real
carlossainz55 real
charles_leclerc real
lewishamilton wheres my photo creds @??
ynnn real, like he ate that last pic of us up
lando.jpg creds @/lewishamilton for the last photo ���
ynnn gosh hes being sassy again 🙄
lewishamilton i literally just asked for creds 🙄🙄
ynnn ikr??? 🙄🙄🙄🙄
mclaren now you know what we have to deal with 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
ynnn gosh i could never 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
lando.jpg GOSH YOU GUYS ARE BULLIES ☹️
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charles_leclerc feeling better now 😎
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ynnn I SWEAR YOU PUT A FRICKING BRICK IN YOUR PILLOW. GOOD LORD CHARLES.
charles_leclerc LOLLL IM SORRY 😭😭
ynnn THAT HURT MATE 😭😭😭
landonorris THE SOUND IT MADE LMFAOOO 😭😭
ynnn SHUT UP LANDO.
alex_albon ive never laughed so hard until what happened on the last photo 😭
lewishamilton FR 💀
lilymhe COUNT YOUR DAYS ALEX.
ynnn YOU GUYS ATTEMPTED TO MURDER ME I SWEAR.
ynnn MURDERERS. ALL OF YOU.
user3 NOT Y/N ACCUSING THEM OF ATTEMPTED MURDER BYEE 😭😭
scuderiaferrari dont hurt our future driver charles ❤️😘
mclaren nuh uh i dont think so ☝️ shes taking landos seat
scuderiaferrari we will see 🙈
ynnn THAT WAS AN UNFAIR FIGHT WAIT TILL I HAVE MY GIRLS W ME GOSH
lilymhe FR
amayamoore REMAAATCH
maxverstappen1 its so on
oscarpiastri REAL‼️
alex_albon REAL‼️
landonorris REAL‼️
carlossainz55 REAL‼️
lewishamilton REAL‼️
charles_leclerc REAL‼️
georgerussell63 REAL‼️
user4 THIS FRIENDSHIP IS TO DIE FOR I SWEAR
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georgerussell63 we totally won in girls vs boys pillow fight.
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ynnn FOR THE LAST TIME: GIRL (SINGULAR) VS BOYS (PLURAL)
user4 poor girl is fighting a whole team 😭
ynnn NOBODY HAD MERCY 😡😡😡😡
charles_leclerc youre just a sore loser
ynnn STFU LECLERC.
alex_albon i swear i literally almost peed myself seeing her screech, run away, and slip 💀
landonorris FOR REAL. I NEARLY HYPERVENTILATED SEEING THAT HAPPEN I WAS CRYING 😭😭
carlossainz55 it actually had me in tears too i couldnt believe she slipped because of her slippers😭😭😭
maxverstappen1 i may have bursted a lung.
ynnn WHAT IS WERONG QITH YOU GUYS QUIT EXPOSING ME
user22 I CANT BREATHE 😭💀💀💀
oscarpiastri 😭😭😭
ynnn im gonna crash into you guys if i see you in the roads.
amayamoore THE THREATS 😭😭😭
mercedesamgf1 how do you feel about joining us next year. we will have a seat open for you 😁
redbullracing no she seems to have a redbull driving style 😘
scuderiaferrari FORZA FERRARI!!! also we dibs first 🙄
mclaren shes already driving for lando next year 🧡🧡🧡
landonorris WHAT
yn.jpg you didnt know babe?
landonorris #landofoundonthestreetsjobless
yn.jpg GOODBYE LMFAOO 😭😭
landonorris look at my loves bunda 😻😻😻
ynnn id humor you if i wasnt holding a grudge against you.
landonorris it was too funny babe i could not 😭😭
ynnn WTV OPP WTV.
landonorris there she goes again 🙄🙄🙄
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yn.jpg look at all the photos i took of them
yn.jpg my favs is alexs 😭
user3 WHAT EVEN HAPPENED
yn.jpg nothing...just an inchident. (tried running him over in his own car)
lilymhe LMFAOO GNNN 😭😭 HE PROBABLY DESERVED IT
yn.jpg HE DID LILY HE RLLY DID
alex_albon OKAY WHATEVER 😒
charles_leclerc hey...😔
maxverstappen1 best quote from you ever.
lando.jpg such a copycat 🙄
maxverstappen1 mate didnt you beg her?
georgerussell63 didnt you go down on both knees?
oscarpiastri didnt you weep on the floor?
alex_albon didnt you massage her back?
lewishamilton didnt you yell loudly for her to make this account?
carlossainz55 didnt you roll AND weep on the floor if she didnt make it?
charles_leclerc didnt you also massage her feet?
yn.jpg didnt you beg for months for me to make it?
lando.jpg GOSH I GET IT OKAY. 🙄
user22 omg look at oscar hes such a cutie 🥹🥹🥹
charles_leclerc my child is cute 🥹
oscarpiastri thanks dad 😆
user3 that looks like the best movie night ever omg
user4 NO CUZ FR??
yn.jpg #facedented #charlesfault #hehadabrickinhispillow
charles_leclerc haters gonna stay losing 🙄🙄🙄
lilymhe lets get them next time since they wanna talk😒
amayamoore real 😒
yn.jpg real 😒
ynnn real 😒
lilymhe not the double confirmation 😭😭
ynnn i want revenge babes 😭🫶
lilymhe youll get them back babe 🫶😘
amayamoore @/alex_albon she just stole your girl
alex_albon #usedtothis
lilymhe HAHAHSJW ILY BABE 😖🤍
alex_albon love you too 😻🙈
ynnn ew i hate couples 🙄
landonorris im literally on the other side of the couch from you babe 😔
ynnn how about you come to my side then babe. sit on my lap 😻😻😻
landonorris yes maam 😻😻😻🙈🙈
amayamoore GET OUT OF HERE
georgerussell63 TAKE THIS SOMEWHERE ELSE.
charles_leclerc THEYRE DOING IT AGAIN
mclaren i was never here 😨
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authors note(s): did a little part 2 to orange since it felt like it needed a part 2.
i also wanna thank you guys for giving me massive support on orange 😭🫶 i genuinely thought it was gonna flop since it was my first time writing a smau and i thought that you guys wouldnt find my humor funny, but reading the comments made me feel better 😘😘😘
thank you sm again xxx
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leclercsainzz · 1 year ago
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i was listening to “all to well” by taylor swift and the part where she sings “i still remember the first fall of snow” (pretty much verse 6) came on and i remember i had seen a nico rosberg x lewis hamilton edit to this song a few nights ago and i was wondering if you could do one where reader is nico’s sister and she dated lewis but they fell of because of the whole brocedes friendship fall out and the fans associate them with this specific song/verse .. basically brocedes situation but instead it’s reader x lewis (idk if all this makes sense lol)
DO YOU REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL?
PAIRINGS: lewis hamilton x rosberg sister!reader
TYPE: social media au
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user: omG i stiLL CaNnoT beliEVE MOTHER PULLED UP TO THE HUNGARIAN GRAND PRIX AKAKD!!!!!
↳ user: apparently she only went to support danny bc she promised him that she’d show up to a race if he came back 😭
user: does anyone know if lewis and her interacted??!!?
user: gorgg 😍😍😍
zayn: 😍
↳ user: are they dating??
↳ user: zayn??? 👀 what are you doing here??
user: not nico using memes 💀 LMAOOO
↳ nicorosberg: it was actually a gif 😭
↳ user: pLease, this makes it 10x better
danielricciardo: ❤️❤️
user: still can’t believe mother pulled up and we didn’t get a single interaction with dad 😭😭
user: it’s the waY LEWIS WALKED BY HER WITHOUT SPARING HER A GLANCE 😭😭😭💔
↳ user: i cried when i saw that 😭😭 like why’d they show us?
user: so is everyone gonna ignore the last post?? 444?? 4’s??? who is associated with 4? lewis mf 44 hamilton?? hello?
user: lewis????
user: will forever hold on to the idea that they’ll get back together soon 😌
user: i love how everyone is bringing up lewis as if they didn’t end on bad terms lmao
fernandoalo_official: glad to see my spanish lessons taught you something 👍🏼
aussiegrit: it’s britney bitch
📌 pinned
user: not her pinning webber’s comment 💀
user: thE things i’d do to see a lewis comment or like 😩
user: just thinking about the fact that yn & lewis might’ve seen each other at the race but refused to interact w each other 😭
↳ user: they did:( and they ignored each other
user: can someone please tell me if her and lewis talked?
user: i just know they refused to look in each other’s directions
↳ user: stop 😭😭😭 you’re right, they didn’t 💔💔💔
user: 4?? lewis??
user: missing ynlewis hours 😓
user: ugh, she’s soo pretty 😍😍😍
user: how can one be this beautiful? 😩
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user: all too well 10 min ver. (taylor’s version)??? yes or yes??
↳ ynrosberg: always!!! 💗
user: LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS LEWIS
user: 😍😍😍😍😍
zayn: thanks for the pic creds
↳ yourusername: yea yea
georgerussell63: i see my name 👀
user: i pray lewis and her will get back together
user: wishing for a ynlewis interaction 😩😩
↳ user: same, sis, same!
user: her smile in the third post 🥰
kendalljenner: 😍😍 beauty
↳ ynrosberg: mwahh 😘
user: when she listens to taylor swift >>
nicorosberg: never got my ice cream 😕
↳ ynrosberg: oops???
user: I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL
user: i literally just saw a ynlewis edit to all too well!!! janskdnd
↳ user: SEND ME THE LINK, NOW
↳ user: ^ me too, please!!!
↳ user: wtF, iM crying 😭😭😭😭
user: i just need to know that her and lewis are on good terms, my mental health depends on this info
↳ user: hate to break it to you …. but ….
↳ user: they literally walked by each other TWICE during the hungarian gp and didn’t acknowledge each other 💔💔💔💔
user: does anyone know if lewis and yn are friends at least?
↳ user: girl??? they don’t even follow each other 🙂
user: she looks happy, he looks happy … they moved on .... maybe it’s time for us all to move on as well? 😔😔😔
↳ user: nO, i cant 😔 i rEfuse!!
user: who’s lewis??? and what does he have to do with yn and nico?? (i don’t mean to offend anyone, i just keep seeing so many comments regarding lewis … is he a driver like nico or??)
↳ user: long story short, lewis hamilton is a formula 1 driver (yes), him and nico used to be teammates .. they were pretty much fighting for the championship and in the process their friendship started to fall apart due to their rivalry and ig yn pushed lewis away after nico won and retired
↳ user: wasn’t it because lewis said he didn’t want distractions and wanted to focus on his career?
↳ user: tbh i’m not sure, they never really confirmed anything
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lewishamilton: season so far ✌🏾
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user: ROSCOE!!!!
user: i wonder if roscoe misses mother as much as i do 😭
user: dad, please get back with mom!! 🙏🏼
user: my man everybody 😍😍😍
user: i heard from a friend that george “kidnapped” roscoe and took him to see yn
↳ user: wait wtf, are you being frr??? 😭😭 don’t play with me
↳ user: idk if it’s true
↳ user: i wonder how roscoe reacted when he saw yn, if he did
georgerussell63: roscoe 🥰
↳ lewishamilton: dognapper
↳ georgerussell63: i did it for the greater good:)
↳ user: wAit omgsksn does that mean he actually took roscoe to see yn or???? omg wkakalsk 🥺🥺🥺
user: he’s so fine 😩
fernandoalo_official: 😎
user: WAIT DID GEORGE REALLY TAKE ROSCOE TO GO SEE YN?? BC IF SOOO IMA CRY 😭😭😭😭
user: ya’ll remember when roscoe would pull up with both his parents to the paddock?? 😔 ahh, good old times
user: @sebastianvettel sebs, i need you to work your magic and reunite my parents, please
user: not getting over how they just walked past each other as if they didn’t spend 4 years together 💔
user: the fit 🔥
user: things that keep me up at night: brocedes & ynlewis
↳ user: ^ THIS!!!!
user: ya’ll ever thing about the what-if of ynlewis??
user: goat with a another goat (alonso) 🤩
user: they day yn and lewis reunite will be magical
user: missing the yn comments/likes 🥺🥺🥺
carlossainz55: 🤩🤩🤩
user: 7 years ago, ynlewis broke my heart 😭😭😭
↳ user: don’t forget brocedes 😭😭
↳ user: can’t believe it’s been 7 years, mate
user: i wonder if they privately talk, yk??
↳ user: never thought of that but i hope they do, tbh
sebastianvettel: ❤️
user: roscoe’s too adorable!! 🥺❤️
user: i know they’ll find their way to each other eventually
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ynrosberg: life so far 💗 (p.s. happy 8 months, lover)
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user: mOTHER?????? who is that????
user: 8 months???? wtf?? hello?? since when???
user: what about lewis??!
user: looks like mother gave us another dad 😔
↳ user: lewis is MY dad, idcc … zayn can be my step dad
user: so you’re telling me lewis and yn getting back together won’t happen anytime soon?? 😭😭
zayn: ❤️
↳ user: wAIT!!!! ZAYN??!??? OMG MAKALANS I KNEW THE TATTOOS LOOKED FAMILIAR WHSLs
↳ user: one direction guy????
nicorosberg: cute
↳ ynrosberg: 😌
user: they’ve been together for 8 months?? 😮😮
user: it all makes sense, i just never connected the dots
user: this was not on my 2023 bingo card 😩
user: ngl but this is actually cute
danielricciardo: cats out the bag, yayyy 🥳
↳ user: YOU KNEW!/@/&/@/‘s
user: i wonder how lewis is feeling rn
↳ user: as if he cares
user: mom, what about dad?? 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔
user: @lewishamilton
user: nooooOo i miss dad 😭😭
user: allbio984!;’al hepan huh?!?!@ what?&@“”
user: ig those rumors a few months ago were true
↳ user: which ones???
↳ user: they were seen together like 3 months ago and there were speculations that they were together but it was never confirmed until now 😭
user: i’m still at the restaurant with dad 😢😢😢
user: yn, you’re breaking my heart 💔💔 we want dad
user: scReaming and goiNg apeshit alapamcbh93&,!;@/
user: lewis officially lost her 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
user: i can’t believe this wtf
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lewishamilton: all too well
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user: DAD IS QUOTING “ALL TOO WELL”
user: roscoe owns my heart, idcc 🥺🥺
user: you remember it all too well, huh? 🥺
user: ya’ll remember yn posted a photo dump a while ago and one of the pic was a “all too well” aesthetic and now he’s using it as his caption??? he definitely misses her 😭😭😭
user: “just between us do you remember it all too well” you remember, she remembers, we all remember 💔
user: dad, we know know you miss mom and uncle nico
↳ user: 😭😭😭 stopp
user: roscoe 🥰🥰🥰
user: mom’s got a new boyfriend
user: ynlewis/brocedes will forever be my roman empire
georgerussell63: roscoe’s such a cutie!
↳ user: idc if you have to break yn and zayn up but we NEED our og parents back, please 🙏🏼
user: they were THE COUPLE
user: she definitely haunts all his what-ifs 😭😭
↳ user: he should’ve married her when he had the chance
↳ user: will never get over him choosing his career over her
user: @ynrosberg
user: i miss them everyday 😩
user: i often think about how if brocedes never ended the way they did they would’ve been together, just maybe
↳ user: i think about this everyday 😩😩😩😩
↳ user: they would’ve been married and with a kid by now
maxverstappen1: have you been hitting the gym?
↳ lewishamilton: always
user: it’s never too late, don’t give up
↳ user: she’s with zayn
user: i still hold on to the possibility that they’ll get back together eventually
user: timing was wrong bc they were in different stages of their lives but i believe they’ll always be soulmates ❤️
user: why’d they break up??
↳ user: bc yn wanted a family and lewis was too focused on his career at the time, i guess
user: roscoe’s a child of divorce like us 😭😭
user: convinced myself that taylor wrote verse 6 about them in all too well (10 min ver)
user: i wonder if he ever gets deja vu when he sees her or viceversa
user: ynlewis keeps me up at night
user: we lost two amazing things 😔 ynlewis & brocedes
↳ user: we can all collectively agree it’s mercedes fault
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ynrosberg: an adventure is about to begin 🥰
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user: mother is becoming a mother??!? omg 😭😭
user: congratulations!!!
zayn: can’t wait for our little one ❤️
↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️❤️
user: im not crying, you are 😭
user: the fact that’s she’s becoming a mother 😭 w/o lewis
user: this could’ve been lewis
↳ user: if only 😔
sebastianvettel: happy for you, congrats! ❤️❤️
↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️
nicorosberg: can’t wait till i’m officially an uncle 😢
↳ ynrosberg: ilyyyy ❤️
danielricciardo: IM GONNA SPOIL THAT KID
aussiegrit: congrats, yn
↳ ynrosberg: 😊😊 thanks youuu
jensonbutton: ❤️❤️❤️ congrats
↳ ynrosberg: 🥰
fernandoalo_official: 🥳🥳🥳
georgerussell63: can i be the uncle too??
↳ ynrosberg: why not 🤪
user: AHHH IM SOO HAPPY FOR YOU!!
kendalljenner: congrats, my love 🥳❤️❤️❤️
user: im so happy for her but all i can think about is lewis
user: mom becoming a mom without dad 😭😭😭😭
user: ya’ll imagine if it would’ve been lewis 😩
user: her dream came true 😭😭
carmenmmundt: ahh congratulations 🥰🥰🥰
↳ ynrosberg: ❤️❤️
heidiberger__: congrats, beautiful 💗💗
↳ ynrosberg: 🥰🥰
lewishamilton: congratulations!
↳ ynrosberg: thank you!!
↳ user: i waS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS 😭😭😭😭
↳ user: why’d he have to do this??? 😭
↳ user: the way this could’ve been him
user: lewis commented omg 😢😢😢
↳ user: i just know he’s regretting everything
user: lewis 💔💔💔
user: i know dad’s crying over this cause so am i
user: we’re all child of divorce 😭😭😭
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littlemcalrenmount · 7 months ago
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KINGS DAY
Lando Norris X Reader Insta AU
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Amsterdam, Netherlands
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@yourinstagram : Hey siri how do you say goodmorning in Dutch 🇳🇱
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@landosfloffyhead can Lando fight because…Dutch men are vultures 😭
@ynsno1stan oh she’s too gorgeous I can’t take it !!!
@ciscanorris1 after kings day consider yourself officially a Norris by BLOOD 🤭
@landonorris is your name amster ?? Because DAMN ❤️
— @yourinstagram thank god you’re handsome 😭 because baby that’s not…
— @landonorris can’t wait 2 see you <3
@martingarix i hope you have your uniform !!!
— @martingarix Orange isn’t my colour therefore I will NOT be attending the celebrations sarryyy 😋
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@f1driversgossip : How it started 🆚 How it’s going….mclarens golden boy @landonorris seems to be letting loose this weekend as he parties all night celebrating kings day with famous Dutch DJ & Best friend @martingarix !! We’re unsure on how serious Norris’s injury is yet we’re also wondering where the drivers girlfriend @yourinstagram is seeing as she’s also in the country according to her recent post…🇳🇱 stay updated for more.
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@landoscurls BYEEEEEE Lando is a PR nightmare 💀
@ynsarmy does y/n even KNOW that her child is drinking
@lando04nation mr “I don’t drink” 🤨 beat his ass y/n !!!
@ln4loyalistt I’m sorry ? Is THEE Lando Norris… DRUNK 😭 this was not on my 2024 bingo card I fear
@yourinstagram so this explains why he hasn’t responded to me in hours 🧍🏽‍♀️
— @ln4whoree uh ohhhh 💀
@landosgoatee HELP NOT Y/N FINDING OUT THE SAME THROUGH INSTA LIKE US 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
@mclarensfirstwin I hope lando’s a fast runner because when y/n catches his 5’3 ass LMAOOOO
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@landonorris : Paddle + Pizza + My Pretty Lady 🍕❤️🇳🇱Amsterdam you’ve been a blast …as for @martingarix you will pay for your crimes.
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@yourinstagram I love you stoopid head ❤️
@ln4 parents & paddle 🥹 love to seee it
@landosflooff *sighs* I just love them so much
@lando04loyalist she’s amazing and he’s there 🧍🏽‍♀️
@ynsupdates lowkey wish she grounded him 🫡
— @yourinstagram him and Martin are on time out from seeing eachother don’t worry !! Mum said NO 🫡
@martingarix same time next year ??
@adam_norris_pure_electric I think he got a smacked bottom folks lol !! Hope the nose is okay muppet son🥸
— @yourinstagram I made him sit on the naughty step too for not answering his phone.
@quadrantnation booo 🍅🍅🍅 put him in the dog house mother !!
@landonorris CAN EVERYONE STOP ENCOURAGING MORE PUNISHMENT !! I HAVE SUFFERED ENOUGH 🙃
@riabishh I say take away all his devices for underage drinking 👀 no 14 year old son of ours goes partying in the dam and gets away with it.
@maxfewtrell 🤣🤣🤣send him to the dog house !!! And throw away the key
@landnorris ENOUGH I SAID 🤺🤺🤺🤺
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redhoodie1723 · 8 months ago
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esteban ocon being considered really tall when he's shorter than my dad, brothers, and a lot of my male friends is so funny to me
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agreatartist1 · 5 months ago
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Tetocu Cast Of Characters
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Original From X (Formerly Twitter):
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Detail Notes:
George's Striped Tie Was Taken From The 2017 Movie "Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie"
Harold's Ahoge Was Also Taken From The 2017 Movie Above.
Melvin And Melvinborg's Bowties, As Well As Captain Underpants' Tied Cape, Are Shaped Like Hearts. Because These Are Inspired By Some Fanarts Whose Details Have Hearts On It.
Melvinborg's Green Glasses And Glass Cracks Were Taken From The 2017 Movie And Another CU Fanart.
The Lightning Sticker On Melvinborg's Hand Was Inspired By My Imagination.
Melvinborg's Familiar Design Was Taken From My Traced Drawing Of Him. Find It In My Blog.
The Chinese (Simplified) Word On Melvinborg's Antenna Is Translated "Hate". 'Cause He Doesn't Want To Be Friends With George And Harold Anymore.
The Backgrounds On Each Character Were From Screenshots Of The Netflix Original Series, The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants. With Colored Filters. See Below:
George: Season 1, Episode 2
Harold: Season 1, Episode 3
Melvin: Also Season 1, Episode 2
Mr. Krupp: Season 1, Episode 1
Erica: Season 1, Episode 11
Captain Underpants: Season 3, Episode 4
Melvinborg: Season 2, Episode 13
Each Character's Color And Shading (Except Some) Were Also From The Netflix Original Series.
The Text On Every Character (Except Erica) Indicates That These Characters Are Voiced By Their Actors.
This Traced Picture Was For The 6th Anniversary Of The Netflix Original Series, The Epic Tales Of Captain Underpants! Tra-La-Laaaaa!
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forfucksakesniall · 2 years ago
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"Whispered Hearts"
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader
Summary: Lewis Hamilton has a secret girlfriend. During the Monaco Grand Prix, their relationship is revealed to the public, but they remain strong and support each other.
Word count: 1553
Trigger warning/Content advisory: Media scrutiny, privacy invasion, public attention, and intense emotions including anxiety and stress. Reader discretion is advised.
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As Lewis arrives with effortless charm, the cameras flash constantly, capturing his every move. Fans eagerly call out his name, seeking his autograph on their merch. With a grateful smile, he acknowledges their unwavering support, waving to the crowd.
Lewis Hamilton, the perpetual bachelor, guards a closely kept secret from prying media eyes. Behind closed doors, passionate and secret romance blossoms between Lewis and (Y/N), spanning over three beautiful years.
On the yacht en route to the grand prix, Lewis takes a phone call, his face lit up with anticipation. Curiosity ripples through observers, wondering about the person on the other end. If only they knew who filled those precious moments with him, their curiosity would soar.
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Hours earlier…
Awakened by shuffling and muffled voices, you groggily open your eyes. Lewis moves about the room, preparing for today's practice. Admiring him from behind, you appreciate his early rising and his need to fix everything early in the morning. This is what you get for dating a control freak.
The sound of the duvet shifting catches his attention, and he turns toward you, wide-eyed, realizing he has disturbed you. With a gentle expression, he approaches, settling beside you on the bed.
"Good morning, baby," he whispers, planting a tender kiss on your forehead, his hand cradling your cheek. "Did I wake you?"
"Its fine babe" you softly respond. His brows furrow, searching for a way to make it up to you, reading his thoughts like an open book. He knows how much you love your sleep and feels guilty for waking you.
"It was time to wake up anyway," you assure him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. A smile graces his face, easing the tension.
"Since I've disturbed your beauty sleep, princess," he playfully teases, "I'll make you some breakfast."
"Good to know," you playfully tease back, anticipation twinkling in your eyes.
It's still early, and you cherish the time together before he leaves for the race. After breakfast, you find yourselves snuggled up on the couch, bodies entwined, surrounded by fluffy pillows. Wearing cozy pajamas, you wish this moment could last forever.
You discuss your plans for the day, and you reassure him of your unwavering support, letting him know you'll be watching him every step of the way.
"You can go outside and enjoy your day instead of being cooped up here," he suggests, a hint of worry on his face.
Cradling his face in your hands, you alleviate his concerns. "I want to be here with you, and besides, the streets will be busy anyway."
He pauses, contemplating his next words. "What if… What if you came to the race?"
You look at him, surprise and intrigue shining in your eyes.
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Lewis on the phone
"Hey baby, I'm here now."
"Hey, I just arrived too. The staff guided me into the paddock without attracting any attention."
"That's good. Um, are you feeling alright? I hope the cameras doesn't make you too uncomfortable. They are everywhere and—"
"I'll be fine, Lewis. Stop worrying, okay? Focus on the race, alright?"
"Yeah… okay. I love you. I'll see you later."
"Love you too, babe. See you."
Entering the Mercedes paddock, many unfamiliar faces greet you, surprised by their recognition to you. They address you by name, offering your favorite drink, even asking ypu things only you and Lewis knows. As if they already knew who you were.
Guiding you to Lewis's driver's room, you settle onto the couch, waiting for his arrival. It feels as if you been there so many time despite it being your first. But the truth, this is where Lewis FaceTimes you whenever he has a spare moment, talking to you before each race.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, revealing someone you've only seen on TV and heard about in Lewis's stories.
"Hey Lewis, I wanted to ask you about our ping pong rematch—" George's eyes widen in surprise, realizing he isn't speaking to Lewis but to Lewis's best-kept secret.
"Oh, um… you must be (Y/N)?"
Before you can respond, Lewis intervenes, placing a reassuring hand on George's shoulder.
"Let's discuss that later, George," he says, attempting to close the door.
George still manages to squeeze his way in.
"Wait a minute, you're always talking about her, and now she's here, and you're suddenly all shy," George cheekily remarks.
"Oh, so you talk about me at work, Lewis?" you playfully tease, a smile tugging at your lips.
"Now is not the time for that," Lewis deflects, trying to change the subject, but you and George exchange giggles.
"Well, it's nice to finally meet you," George says, pats back at Lewis's shoulder before leaving.
As Lewis closes and locks the door, safeguarding his secret, he apologizes for George's silliness.
"I'm sorry about him. He tends to talk nonsense when he's excited," he defends himself.
You can't help but giggle, knowing that George's words hold some truth, but you don't press the matter further.
Lewis takes a seat beside you, his hand reaching for yours, gently rubbing the back of it. Tension fills the air.
Drawing closer to him, you speak softly, "Hey, stop worrying about us. We'll be just fine." You lean in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, deepening your connection.
He draws back slightly, cradling your face in his hands. "If at any point you feel uncomfortable, just let me know, and I'll arrange for someone to bring you back home," he assures, his words sincere.
The mention of "home" sends a warm wave of comfort and belonging through you, reminding you of the depth of your connection and the time you've spent together.
"I promise, and I know I'll be alright," you whisper, offering your reassurance in return.
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As Lewis heads out of the paddock, drawing attention to himself and creating a diversion, you seize the opportunity to slip away unnoticed toward the garage, seeking a better vantage point to watch him race.
Lost in your thoughts, you're approached by a girl, approximately your age, her Mercedes merch indicating she's a fan.
"Hi! Hello?" She greets you enthusiastically.
"I saw you coming out of the paddock. I'm curious, what kind of pass do you have?" Her questioning catches you off guard, and you find yourself unable to make up a lie in response.
Before you can answer, her friends join her, and Lewis's gaze shifts toward the commotion, realizing that you're being surrounded by a growing crowd of fans. Although you remain calm, Lewis's protective instincts kicks in.
As Lewis walks back towards you, attracting the attention of cameras and journalists, confusion spreads among them. They wonder why he's suddenly heading in the opposite direction, away from the garage, and they start following him.
Approaching the group, Lewis cheerfully greets them as he always does, diverting their attention from you. He positions himself slowly in front of you, blocking the view of the girls who are now asking for his autograph on their merch.
With a gentle push of his elbow, he signals you to step back and head to the garage. However, as you try to leave the crowd, the cameras and journalists have already made their way to you, envading on your personal space.
Lewis quickly realizes his mistake and looks to the security personnel for assistance. They swiftly intervene, pushing back the crowd to create a pathway for both of you. Guiding you with a reassuring hand on your back, Lewis leads you forward, your gaze fixed on the ground to avoid any unwanted attention.
"Shit," you overhear him mutter, his anxiety mounting once again. This was certainly not the outcome you had hoped for.
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The news spreads rapidly, like wildfire.
"Lewis Hamilton Spotted with Mystery Woman in Monaco Grand Prix."
"Lewis Hamilton's Secret Love: Who is his Monaco Grand Prix Girlfriend?"
"Lewis Hamilton's Monaco Grand Prix Surprise: Introducing his Secret Girlfriend."
Gossip sites churn out articles, each one vying for attention. Pictures capture the moment as both of you escape the crowd and head toward the garage.
Lewis is preparing for practice when he notices you are dazed and confused, absorbed in what you've read online. The information about you—your occupation, hometown, and mutual connections—seems to have spread with lightning speed. Lost in your thoughts, you don't realize that Lewis is kneeling in front of you until he takes your hand.
"I know this isn't how we wanted it, and... I.. I shouldn't have asked you to come," he rambles.
"At least we don't have to hide anymore," you reassure him, sensing his anxiety. "We'll figure it out after the race, okay?"
He continues to gaze at you, seeking reassurance that you're truly okay. Standing up, he leans down to plant a tender kiss on the top of your head.
"Be safe. I love you," you tell him, your voice filled with affection.
"I love you too, baby," he responds, his words carrying a heartfelt warmth.
He walks towards the car and drives away. After a few seconds, you finally gather the strength to rise from your seat and contemplate the situation.
You come to a realization that it shouldn't sadden you that they discovered your secret. It was inevitable, something you and Lewis would eventually have to face.
With newfound determination, you stand tall and position yourself near the monitors, eagerly watching Lewis's performance. A member of the garage team hands you a pair of headphones, allowing you to hear Lewis's communications.
"Go get them babe," you whisper to yourself, offering words of encouragement to your beloved.
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imaginaryf1shots · 22 days ago
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Wildflower pt.2 | Lewis Hamilton
WC: 5.1K
Lewis x ex!reader
Summery:(REQUESTED) You break up with Lewis 3 years ago, but he was the one that let you go.
Warning: Maybe a curse word?
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Lewis returned home feeling dejected, he was crushed. Even if he expected it, it didn’t make it easier. He’s happy that you’re in a place where you’re confidant and happy, you’re content. And he should be satisfied with that. But the love he buried down for you ran into him the moment he saw you again.
Sitting in his living room with the lights dimmed and no one to keep him company, his mind was a storm of emotions. Guilt, regret, confusion. Seeing you again, hearing your voice, it’s all shaken him to the core, in ways he didn’t expect.
The door he had hoped would open to him, was slammed and bolted in his face. The life you built without him, has no place for him in it.
Lewis sighed his head leaning back on the chair, he sat there staring at the wall in silence. Memories of the times you shared in this very house haunting him. your laughter, the way you’d curl into him after a long day, the arguments you had over little things that seemed so important at the moment. Every memory, good and bad, just played in his mind, a reel he couldn’t skip.
A part of him, a large part, told him to give you. you already decided, and you were very clear, you moved on, and he needed to respect that. He went to you, poured his heart out, and you still walked away. He tried, right? That was enough, right? He already told himself he’s apologise, that he’d try to make things right, and now... now he had done what he could.
But as the minutes ticked by in his silent flat, something nagged at him. It’s not regret or guilt. It’s the same feeling he had since the moment he saw you at the event that started this whole thing. You’re always on his mind.
No matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts away, no matter how many reasons he came up with to move on, it wasn’t working. You were always there, in the back of his mind, a constant presence he couldn’t shake off. He tried to do it once, and he thought he succeeded but evidently not. There’s a reason he’s never been with anyone after you, not once, and it never crossed his mind. It was like in his subconscious, if it wasn’t you then it would be no one.
Was he really going to walk away without giving it his all?
The self-doubt started, the fear he’s not good enough, he had the let the best thing in his life slip form his hands so easily. Can this time be different? He had to try to know.
You can’t give up.
The thought hit him; he already lost you once because he didn’t fight hard enough. He lad let you go, thinking it was for the best for the both of you, but all it did was leawve a void in his life shaped like you. He still wanted you, needed you.
He’s not making the same mistakes again.
If he lets you go this time, without truly fighting for you, he’d never forgive himself. He’d live the rest of his life wondering what could have been, haunted by the memories of you and the life you could have had together.
Lewis is used to fight for victories and championships, but this was a different kind of battle. This was personal, raw and so much more important than any race. He had to show you that he wasn’t the man who let you walk away so easily years ago.
So, he made a decision.
He’s not giving up.
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You weren’t expecting Lewis to show up to your flat the other day. In fact, you hadn’t expected him to ever show up in your life ever again. After so long you had made your peace with how things ended. Or at least you thought you had. Seeing him stirred something you, something that you did not want to face.
He looked different. Older, more tired. There was a sadness in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before, a vulnerability that surprised you. but you had held your ground, kept your distance. You couldn’t let him back in, not after what happened. You had worked too hard to rebuild your life, to find yourself again after he left. Letting him in now would mean risking everything you had worked for.
But it didn’t stop him from trying.
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It started with flowers.
A simple bouquet, left by your door with a handwritten card. He didn’t want to overhelm you, didn’t want to come on too strong. Just something to ler you know he was still thinking about you.
I know I can’t erase the past, but I hope I can be part of your future.
-Lewis
They were your favourite flowers, they became your favourite after you started dating Lewis, and he had taken you on a trip to Brazil. You had seen them at a flower shop there, and he surprised you with them the next day, and at every celebration after that, or just because he wanted to give you something.
You debated throwing them away for a long time. They haunted you, so you threw them in the trash in the kitchen. You had just walked out of the kitchen when you turned back around and got them out.
The flowers did nothing to you.
You put them in a vase, and hide the card in a drawer you don’t open. And tell yourself there’s nothing to it. They’re still your favourite flowers.
Lewis waited for any kind of response, checking his phone constantly, wondering if you’d send him a message or even acknowledge the gesture. But he got no call and no text.
Even though it stung, Lewis wasn’t deterred. It just made him more determined. He knew you were guarded; you built walls around you to protect your heart. One bouquet wasn’t going to change that.
A few days later you hear a knock on the door, and opened it to see a deliveryman, with a box of your favourite desert from your favourite bakery in France. The one Lewis took you to on a road trip. And even though he doesn’t like driving that much out of racing, he drove you both all around Europe. Took you to all the places you’ve never been to.
There was another card:
I remember how much you loved these; thought you might enjoy them.
-Lewis
You sat at your dining table and the box sat in front of you. You were glaring at the box as if it had offended you in some way. The sweet smell of baked goods hit you the moment you opened the box. They were obviously very fresh, Lewis flew them in today, no doubt about it.
Like the flowers you wanted to throw them away, but there are people around the world who can’t eat. You have to eat them, or they’d go to waste.
So, you caved, you pulled the box closer and opened it.
Again, Lewis didn’t get any response. No acknowledgment. You weren’t going to make it easy for him, and in a way, he respected that.
But he’s not going to back down.
You were at work when the receptionist called for you to come to the reception. There you found a delivery man holding your favourite drink from your favourite café in Monaco, you had no idea they did deliveries or take aways for that matter. But here he stood with your favourite drink and then coffees for the rest of your coworkers. You ignored all the chatter around you about who they could be from. You simply took the card and drink for the delivery man, and left your coworkers to split the drinks between them.
When you were alone, you opened the card.
I know you how much of a hard worker you are, don’t pressure yourself and take a break every now and then.
-Lewis
You sighed and took a sip from your drink. You’ve changed so much, and yet there’s still things that hasn’t. Lewis knew a part of you, did he know enough or discover enough in the two times you talked to know what changed and what hasn’t?
Lewis has given up hope on you replying to his advances, but that didn’t stop the glowers, pastries, drinks, trinkets from his travelling or even books that he told you he’s read and enjoyed. All that got him no answer.
Staying up in his hotel room, Lewis decided to try something he hasn’t done yet. He got paper and pen and sat on the desk for what felt like hours.
When he’s back in Monaco, he debated sending it or not, was it too much, too soon. But everything else he’s done got him nowhere. He had nothing to lose.
You were confused when you got an envelope in the mail, someone in Monaco sent you a letter. Opening it, you had no idea why you were confused or expected it. The familiar handwriting stood out to you; you didn’t have to see the end of the letter for a name.
I know I hurt you. I know that even though you walked out of the flat, I was the one that left, and that’s something I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I wish I could go back and fix it, but I know I can’t. all I can do is tell you how much I’ve missed you, how much I still care about you.
I thought I could move on, but the truth is, I’ve never stopped loving you. I see now how much you’ve changed, how much you’ve changed, how much you’ve grown, and I respect that. But I also know that I still want to be part of your life, if you’ll let me. I want to get to know this new version of you, the one who’s stronger, wiser and even more beautiful than before. I want to relearn all the things that hasn’t changed.
I don’t expect you to take me back because I say I’m sorry. But I want you to know that I’m here, and I’ve changed. I’m willing to fight this time. And if you’re willing, if a part of you still has any feelings for me, no matter how small, please give me a chance to prove that I’ve changed as well.
-Lewis
You sat on the bed tears welling in your eyes, he’s not even back in your life and he’s causing you tears. He’s causing you pain. But is the pain there because of him, or because you’re fighting your heart. After all these years, after all the effort it took for you to become the person you are today, you feel weak. A small part of you still cares about him, maybe not love him, but you care about him. You left Lewis not because he was mean, abusive or anything of that sort, you left him because his career was the biggest part of him, and it consumed him.
One Google search tells you that, where he is now work wise is different than where he was when you were dating.
Getting your phone, you opened the message app and the last message you shared stared at you.
Lewis
I’m on my way home
y/n
okay
Lewis
are you still upset?
y/n
no why would I be?
Lewis
you are upst
y/n
we’ll talk when you’re home
Lewis
okay 5mins and I’ll be home
y/n
👍
Your conversations survived the phone change, as did your pictures that you uploaded to the cloud before deleting them from your phone.
You debated what to text him, writing and erasing multiple times. Before just sending what you wrote.
y/n
Thank you for the pastries, the flowers and all the other gifts. And the letter. But Lewis, I don’t know what you expect from me. I appreciate the gestures, I do. But I’m not the same person I was you said you want to get to know this new version of me, but I don’t even know if there’s room in my life for you anymore, you hurt me and I’m not sure I can forget that. I don’t want to be hurt again.
Lewis stared at the messages for a long time, feeling the sting of your words. You weren’t shutting him down completely, but you weren’t ready to let him back either. It was progress, but it wasn’t the answer he’s dreaming of.
Lewis
I know I hurt you. I’m not asking you to forget that. I just want the chance to show you that I’m not the same man I was. That I can be someone you can trust again. Please, just one chance. We don’t have to rush anything. I just want to spend time with you, to talk, to start over.
You sat there thinking, debating if you should give him a second chance, the feat that everything you built will be gone was scary. You didn’t want to return to what you once were.
You decided to trust yourself, trust that the moment things looked to be turning to how it once was you’d walk out and that would be it. You hate to admit that you haven’t thought about dating or being with anyone in any shape after Lewis. At one point you thought he was it for you, the man you’ll spend the ret of your life with.
The more time you took to answer, Lewis sat staring at his phone. Anxiety eating at him. he didn’t know what he’d do if you said no. he wasn’t sure he’ll be able to lose you again.
Finally, his phone buzzed.
y/n
One chance But don’t think it means anything yet. I’m giving you the opportunity, but it’s on you to prove that you deserve it. I mean it, the moment I don’t like where this is heading, I’m out and that would be it.
His heart leaped; a small flame of hope ignited in his chest. This wasn’t a definitive answer, but it was something. He had hope. The smile on his face wouldn’t go away.
Lewis
Thank you I won’t let you down.
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A week later Lewis found himself waiting for you at the small café that you used to go to, the same place you had spent many afternoons talking for hours. He wasn’t sure if it was the right choice. There was a part of him that wondered if it would’ve been better if you met at a new place, to keep this café with good memories in case the date went south. But then again, he wanted to start in a place that’s familiar, somewhere you’re both comfortable in and maybe, just maybe, it would remind you of the good memories you once had.
His foot was taping on the floor as he anxiously waited for you to arrive. His eyes would glance at the door every few seconds.
The café was quiet as you walked in. memories washed over you as you glanced around, taking in the familiar wooden beams, the cosy mismatched chairs, and the smell of coffee in the air. You hadn’t been here in years, since you used to come here regularly. Not a month has passed without you going to the café at least once. It felt strange being here again, even stranger that it was to meet him.
You spotted Lewis the moment you walked in, he was sitting at your old table, and the sight of him there made you pause in your step. He looked up and smiled, a little shy, he stood up to greet you.
“Hey.” He said softly, as if he was scared, he’d scare you off.
You returned the tentative smile and sat across from him. “Hey.”
You settled into an uneasy silence, neither knowing how to start talking, the years you spent apart casting a shadow over what you had once felt natural. You noticed how he glanced at you, like he was memorising every detail, trying to relearn the person you had become. You couldn’t tell if it made you feel seen or vulnerable.
Lewis eventually cleared his throat, a smile playing on his lips. “I thought this place might be a good start, we used to come here all the time, remember?”
“I remember.” You nodded, fingers tracing the rim of your coffee cup. You didn’t add that it was hard to be back, that the memories were heavy and filled with nostalgia and a hint of sadness. For some reason you knew that he felt the same. You could tell.
After that you started talking, cautiously at first, both feeling out your way through the conversation, both afraid to delve into anything too personal. It felt almost like small talk, which was strange after all that you’ve shared together. It was like you were both learning to know each other again, slowly, step by step.
After a while of talking you both started to relax, you could tell Lewis’s smile was becoming genuine as he recounted a story about a recent race. A race that you have watched, but he did not need to know that. You found yourself laughing despite telling yourself you wouldn’t. leaning back as you listened to him describe the chaotic pit stop that nearly cost him the podium. You only in a moment of silence, did you realise how much you’ve missed this, missed hearing him talk about his world, what made him excited, the way he’d lean forward as if to draw you in.
“You know.” Lewis said a pause, his tone soft. “This place… it brings back a lot of good memories.” He looked at you, with hope in his eyes. “I know it’s different now, but being here with you, it… it feels like old time.”
You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond. Part of you wanted to let yourself believe that you would slip back into the easy, carefree love that you once shared. But the other part of you knows things aren’t that simple, and you don’t want to move that fast.
“It’s, it’s not the easiest thing for me to be here.” You admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I came because… well, I wanted to see if there was something worth salvaging, or at least to understand why things turned to the way they did at the end.”
It was obvious the amount of regret Lewis felt, it was evident all over his face and posture.
“I know I hurt you, and I wish I could go back and fix it all. I was so wrapped up in my own head, in my career… I couldn’t see what I was doing to us.” Lewis reached out across the table, hesitating before his hand gently touched yours. “Letting you go was the biggest mistake of my life. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, but I want the chance to make it right, even if that means starting from scratch.”
His sincerity caught you off guard and you looked down at your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. Seeing the familiar tattoos covering his hand brought back the memories of the day you sat and traced them or just looked at all the small details. You had once told Lewis ‘they may be your tattoos but I think I know them better than you do.’ He had laughed and kissed you. Those good memories made you want to believe him; you want to believe that he’s different now, that he understood the weight of what he’s done. But you knew that trusting him again will take time.
But for now you just decided to let yourself try.
“Okay.” You said softly, your fingers curling around his, just for a second. “I’m willing to see where this goes, but only if you’re ready to put in the work. I’m not… I’m not the same girl, also I think we should take it slow, as if we’re strangers getting to know each other for the first time.”
Lewis nodded, determined to take it at your own pace, to do everything in a way that was fitting for you.
“I agree, and I’m here for all of it, every step of the way.”
You stayed like that for a moment, hands intertwined across the table, a fragile truce settling between the two of you.
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You and Lewis went on many dates after that. You fell into a rhythm, one that felt new and familiar at the same time. Every date you went to was cautiously and meticulously planned, careful not to move too fast. The race weekends served as a natural buffer between you, giving you both time to think, to reflect, to let things sink in. it allowed you space to breathe, to process your feelings without being overwhelmed by his presence.
It's been over two months since you and Lewis started seeing each other again, and you’re both still taking things slow, not crossing any lines yet. This date had been simple, understated, just an evening of good food and easy conversations and laughter. Lewis surprised you with a reservation at a cosy, intimate restaurant tucked away on a quiet street, the kind of place where you could lose yourself to the conversation without the noise of the world intruding. It was comfortable as if you were slowly shedding the weight of the past and finding each other once again.
After dinner Lewis drove you back to your flat. You had fallen into a comfortable silence on the drive, just exchanging small smiles every now and again. He looked relaxed, happy even, his hand resting on the gear shift as he glanced over at you. when you reached your building, he stepped out of the car to walk you to the door.
You both stood there under the soft glow of the building lights, the silence stretched for a bit, neither of you wanting to end the night and say goodbye. You swallowed glancing down at your keys, nerves suddenly overtaking your senses. You’re not sure if the next step is the right one, but you felt it was. Is it okay now to start doing some of what your heart is telling you to do?
“Would you… like to come up?” The words left your lips before you could overthink it anymore. Your voice was timid, a whisper. Your eyes met his as your heart hammered in your chest. And for a moment, you were worried that you misread things, that maybe it was too soon.
“Only if you’re sure.” Lewis’s eyes were soft, and he was reassuring you with a smile.
“I am.” You nodded, releasing a long breath.
Inside your flat the atmosphere shifted; it became more intense. You poured each of you a glass of wine, Lewis may not be the biggest drinker, but you know he didn’t mind indulging in wine every now and again. You settled on the sofa next to the window, your flat wasn’t on the water, like his, but it had nice views of Monaco, being high enough. The lights were dim inside, but the city lights added just enough. The conversation drifted from the date to his latest race, and eventually some of the memories you shared. Memories that aren’t so hard for you to share now.
Eventually the conversation slowed, dwindling down to a comfortable silence, filled only with a longing that you both shared. And just like that the magnet that pulled you together once before, is back again. And you found yourself leaning forward, drawn to Lewis, your heart racing. Lewis waited to a beat, wanting to be sure that this is what you really wanted, before he closed the distance between the two of you. his lips brushed yours, softly at first, having to be 100% that he didn’t misunderstand your intentions. When you didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, one hand finding its way to your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your skin.
You moved together in an unhurried movement, moving together in sync. This all felt familiar, but also new. You still kissed the same, your lips felt the same, but you tasted and smelled different. There was no rush in the touches you both shared, savouring every moment.
You don’t know how or when, but Lewis’s lips barely left yours, you made it to your bedroom. Lewis held you close his arms wrapped around you, having you flush against him.
Lewis didn’t let go of you, not when you were done and laying on the bed in the dark. You rested your head on his chest, your heart settled into a steady rhythm against his. What you’re feeling right now, is something you haven’t felt in so long. Warm, loved, cared for, satisfied and happy.
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Over the next few weeks, you spent more and more time with Lewis, every moment he had that was free he spent with you. you found yourself at his house a lot nowadays. It started slow, spending the weekend off at his place. In the mornings Lewis would make you tea/coffee in his kitchen, evenings curled up on his sofa after long days. And once more his house started to feel like home. Lewis didn’t realise how much he didn’t feel like going home or spending a lot of time in house, until he had you spend time there and he realised that you made his house a home.
And don’t get me started on Roscoe, the first time he trotted over to you, you dropped to your knees, laughing as he nuzzled into you as though, he too, had missed your presence. You were surprised with how much you missed him, all the cuddles and walks you’d go on.
Tonight was one of those quiet, intimate nights at Lewis’s, and you were wrapped in one of his oversized sweaters, tucked on the sofa into Lewis’s side, Roscoe sleeping on his bed in the corner of the living room. The lights were off, widows open, and candles light. And for a while you talked about your week, the week he was working in.
“You know…” You started after a long stretch of silence, both of you lost in thought. Lewis turned to look at you, his hand playing with your hair. “I-uh- I don’t think I’ve ever felt as alone as I did after we broke up.” Your voice was nothing but a whisper, the words were hard to say, but you felt the need to say them. Lewis tightened his hold on you.
“Yeah, it was like there was this huge part of my life just missing. And for a while, I tried to fill it with other things, my career, people, distractions.” His voice cracked as he continued. “But none of it could ever replace you.”
You turned to face him, meeting his gaze, fingers gently brushing his cheeks.
“I thought I’d be fine on my own.” You admitted, your tone tinged with bittersweet sadness. “I told myself it was for the best, that I’d be okay. But every time something happened, every good, every bad, I’d reach for my phone to call or text you… and then I’d remember that you’re not there anymore.”
“I know what you mean, I missed you so much.” You watched as Lewis’s expression softened, his eyes reflecting your feelings. “Sometimes I’d wake up thinking you were next to me, and it’d hit me all over again that you were gone. I was lonely in a way I’d never felt before. It made me realise how much you meant to me.
You looked down tracing your fingers over his hand, you turned his hand and laced it with yours.
“I don’t want to feel like that again, I don’t want us to go back to that place.” You whispered.
“Neither do I.” Lewis nodded; his gaze intense as he looked at you. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure we never end up there again, losing you once was hard enough, I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
Lewis lifted your hand and pressed his lips to the back of it.
You sat in silence after that, words no longer necessary. For the first time in years, the ache of the past began to fade, replaced by warmth. You were both broken by your separation, finding strength while apart, but realising you’re even stronger together. And as you laid your head on his shoulder, your heart calmed down, knowing that you’re content, happy and your heart is safe with him.
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Bonus scene:
You and Lewis are lying in bed naked, both sweaty and breathing heavily. You laid on your stomach and Lewis on his back beside you. After you’ve both calmed down Lewis turned on his side and placed his hand on your back before moving to the tattoo, the one you got with him, and he helped you choose.
“You didn’t get it covered up.” Lewis commented, his voice soft and gentle, you hummed and reached your hand out blindly to where you knew he had a tattoo with the same art, matching tattoos without them actually matching.
“Neither did you.” You say and slowly turn to face him, his hand stays on your skin. You’re now both facing each other.
“I have so many tattoos.” Lewis pointed out, he definitely had more than you.
“And I have you.” You tell him and lean in, pressing your lips to him softly, it was just pressing of lips together, slow and loving. “Hmm, do you have space for another one?”
Lewis leaned back just enough to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “Where are you thinking?”
“Hm.” You hum and start moving your hand from his side to his back, where you know there’s no space. Lewis doesn’t take his eyes away from yours, holding a steady eye contact. Your hand slowly wanders back to his side and down to his hip before moving to his but, which you squeeze a bit. “Here?” Lewis says nothing, just lets out a breath. “Or maybe…” Your voice drops an octave as your hand moves from his butt to his side to his hip bone, to his abdomen and then ever so slowly you move down, down, down. “Here?”
Lewis sucks in a breath feeling your hand around him. “Insatiable vixen.” He groans and you squeeze before he’s back on top of you and you’re a giggling mess. “You’ll be the death of me, love.”
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better than it was - f1 grid
previous part (secret Santa) | masterlist
pairings: f1 grid x driver!fem!reader | warnings: NOT intended for minors + mentions of fingering (f receiving) + angst(ish)
a/n: the long awaited part 2 is finally here. enjoy!!!
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it’s poor behavior to talk about this with Daniel. but he’s the only emotionally intelligent person left on the grid and he’s seemed to pick up your agitations.
“three months? you know, I can check that out for you—“
you place your hands hard against his shoulder and shove him into the wall, “this is not funny! my sex life is not a joke.” you growl in his direction.
Daniel was not the person to consult. he was a talker at heart and a gossiper. he wiggles his way into the drama, and exits before you can even have a last breath.
so leave it to him to reorganize the secret Santa cards and perfectly place your name into his hands. the two people under a serious dry spell that could make the desert laughable.
“so he set us up?” you stare blankly into the ocean blue eyes in front of you. his pink plump lips are covered in salt from the rim of his margarita.
“I didn’t know until last week. Lando talks too you know?”
lando. all night you’d consulted in him and he was riding right along on this plan. he knew for a fact he’d show up, even when you doubted. every time you pondered the hand writing or the meaning of the gift, lando stood right there with a faint smirk and evil laughter track in his head.
“I’m stupid to think you’d actually have the brains to do all this.”
he gasps, sarcastically placing a hand against his chest, “I have you know all the things said in the card were true. I’m offering you a special gift.”
rolling your eyes you take a sip of his margarita and place it back on the coaster, “it’s still no. I can’t have sex with you.”
“with me?” he seems appalled and you know he’s not faking this. there’s nothing wrong with him. he’s absolutely perfect, and the rumors that circle around about him scream fuckboy. so why should you even do it? all it will end up being is bad press.
and if the news ever got out that you two—rivaled drivers to be specific—were having a secret affair? you cannot imagine that no amount of damage control and PR training could save you two from this wreck.
its risky behavior, to be with him right now, but the dim lighting and closed down bar you’re in help hide yourselves to the world.
“you cannot be serious. you don’t know what’s said about you? I’ll have you know, women talk.” you scoff downing the last drops of tequila and sugar before sending the glass at the edge of the table.
“but this is different.” he corrects you, “we can fix each others problems.” he adds hoping to change the look on your face that screams of terror and fear. you know hooking up with him was a bad idea, but why’d it have to feel so good? why’d the sex in the back seat of his car make your body scream in ways it hasn’t before. why’d it have to be so attractive to hear him say your name when you sucked his cock? why’d all of this have to be so good yet so bad?
FEBRUARY 2024
it’s been three months…again.
it’d been three months since the best mind blowing back seat sex you’ve ever had. and now you’re back where this all lead you before. in a dry spell.
it didn’t help that preseason testing was around the corner, and Bahrain was just as dry and overheated as you were.
you stayed in your teams garage whenever you had the chance. you didn’t dare watch his car fly down the straights and turns of the track, and you didn’t dare wait up for him at night.
you were back to how things were before, just friendly.
however it felt irritating to him. to see that race suit hang against your hips, the fireproof show off every curve of your body. it pained him to watch you just walk off.
“you’re having problems again.” Lando announces, his voice startling you that you nearly lose your page in your book before tossing it aside on your bed.
“what are you talking about?”
“you never told me about December.” he redirects the conversation, seating himself on the edge of your hotel bed, “you always tell me this stuff.”
“not after I found out you were meddling this situation do I tell you this stuff.”
a blush covers his cheeks as he nervously scratches the back of his neck, “okay so I wasn’t totally innocent in this— but neither are you! you shouldn’t of opened your mouth to Daniel!” he exclaims rather loudly that you’re sure whoever shares the walls with you could hear.
huffing out a sigh, you tell Lando from start to finish everything that happened that night many moons ago. by the time you’re finished, Lando looks as if there was more to be told, but that was it. the story ended at him saying he’d call you and he never did.
“he never called?” Lando mumbles the words to himself, you can see he’s trying to connect the dots on maybe why he never called but you’d given up. you spent two weeks in that same rut Lando was in and decided it wasn’t worth it. you both got what you needed and that was the end of it.
“trust me, I’d know if he called, but the line has been silent.”
lando’s eyes widen, a lightbulb clicking, “I have an idea,” he stands up off the mattress and before you can stop him he’s sprinting out the door letting it slam behind him.
this is why you never talk to Lando Norris.
“so I never called.”
the words come from behind you, and while all signs tell you, you should turn around, you avoid it. you keep reading your book in hopes that maybe he’ll shoo along and take the hint.
“that’s it? after all that—“
“all that?” you say slamming the book shut. all that? you could not believe him. while the sex was good, and he was a natural at giving you pleasures, he also didn’t last. it took no more than one minute for him to come and that was the end of it.
“you really believe it was ‘all that’?” you turn to face him now to see the man you once spent an evening with. he looked different yet the same. there was more muscle to his body, more of a maturity than there was before.
“y/n, the deed is done. did you really think I was going to call?”
you can feel your heart plummet out of its cavity, thinking back to your early conversation, you always knew he never would. he ran his way around women often, and always left them to dry. he wasn’t ever going to call because that’s who he was.
“wow.” you say feeling as if all the air in your lungs were gone. like the only air left was the dry air of Bahrain and it wasn’t enough to keep you from falling, “after you said this was different. you played me with this stupid Christmas gift and now,” you pause. your chest tirelessly rose and fell trying to supply air, “now you expect me to what? forgive you? move on like all is well?”
shaking your head you stumble across the empty paddock to find somewhere—anywhere away from him.
you slam yourself into bodies, unable to look up from the blacktop pavement beneath your feet as you push yourself into the nearest garage and drivers room. slamming the door shut jolts whoever is in the room with you, he turns from his game to find you in the corner hunched over trying to breathe.
“Jesus, y/n.” Lewis pushed himself out of the chair he’s in and moves down to your level, “what’s the matter?”
“max.” you grit out through your teeth feeling tears threaten to spill, “fucking max.”
you can’t see the frown that takes hold of his lips, but you feel his arms quickly wrap around you making you safe in his embrace, “so your secret Santa sucked huh?” Lewis chuckles carefully place a kiss to your hair, “I assume he was awful then? didn’t fulfill your needs?”
a scoff unconsciously escapes your lips as a reply, “fulfilled his own then left. said he’d call, he never did.”
Lewis let’s out a sigh, pulling himself an inch away from you, “he didn’t—“ Lewis stops himself trying to find the right words, “you didn’t get what you wanted?” he exhales, watching you pull your knees into your chest trying to shrink into the corner.
“no.” you whimper softly feeling a heat wave across your face. it’s humiliating really is what it was. to know the entire grid left last season knowing of you dry spell and if word got around, they’d know yet again, you’d been let down. so what’s Lewis to do? be a horrible man and not give you the pleasures you deserve? you’re a woman after all, a woman who, simply put, just wanted to feel.
Lewis extended his arm towards you, his fingers brushing your cheeks, he pulls a few hairs off your tear stained cheeks, “darling,” he moves closer again, this time you can almost hear his heart beating out of his chest, you can smell the lingering scent of rubber mixed with his cologne, “all you have to do is ask, and I can show you.”
swallowing the lump in your throat you remove your knees from your tight grip and slightly part your thighs, “show me.” your voice feels small in the room, quiet like as small as mouse.
he’s gentle. closing the gap between you two, his lips carefully crashing against yours, teeth tug on your bottom lip and his tongue sneaks in. he’s more experienced at this than you are, you let him take control.
slipping his hand down your pants, his index finger swipes across your panties that are thick with moisture, “six months of this huh? must’ve been hard.” you cut off his chuckle with a kiss to his cheek, lips trailing down his neck, you’re sucking at his earlobe while his finger slips in your folds.
your breath hitches, a moan escaping your mouth that you just can’t control as you feel him pump you, his thumb run carefully across your clit. it’s pitiful, how easy it was. six months and not a single man had touched like Lewis did. not even max could get you like this.
“feels good, huh?” he asks, softly. watching your eyes roll to the back of your head while he continues to rub the bundle of nerves and feeling the need to add a second finger.
you’re taking him well, despite the shake in your legs and the pitiful lack of self control to stop yourself from coming so soon. Lewis doesn’t really seem to mind, he just undoes his pants, remove his underwear from around his hips, and hoist you up against the wall.
your head pounds against the wall, fingers gripping Lewis’s shoulders, his rhythm is short, sporadic like he too had been waiting six months to fuck someone. the two of you are at match for who’s the loudest in the drivers room, and if anyone was listening they didn’t seem to stop you two.
he’s long, no doubt. it’s painful how you’ve never thought of Lewis like this. like someone who needs someone so bad they do it in their room where almost everyone can hear them. he was a man with honor around these tracks, but fuck his honor. he’d rather give you the pleasure you failed to recieve months ago.
finally releasing the two of you pull away from each other and lie against the wall, bodies nearly toppling each other.
“was it anything like that? with max?”
you attempt to let out a laugh, but you’re out of breath panting from the recent activities.
“he didn’t last as long as you did.”
Lewis laughs pressing a kiss to your cheek, “some of us are more experienced than others.”
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DEAR MAX,
looks like I gave her the one thing you couldn’t. merry belated Christmas to me.
— LEWIS HAMILTON
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magicalmyths · 6 months ago
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Jorge Rivera-Herrans will be the next Lin Manuel Miranda
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peculiarparasol · 7 months ago
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New Hyperfictation Disclaimer: The ACTUAL founding fathers were all in some way pretty shitty human beings. Because I reblog art of them kissing or cute shipping things does not make me agree with the real people. These men roll in their graves every time I share shit, especially Hamilton and Jefferson.
*curtsies*
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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀ALEXANDER ALBON.
Bonding over their mutual dry sarcasm, Alex and Michaela are another underrated pairing on the grid. Though not exceptionally close when compared to their other grid friendships, there is a lighthearted respect for one another that underscores all of their interactions. Michaela regularly voiced her missing Alex’s presence on the grid during his brief hiatus from the track and Alex claims Michaela was the first driver to congratulate him upon his return. As regulars on each other’s personal Instagram profiles, they’ve subtly played into fans’ expectations of a monthly Albon dump on Michaela’s secondary page.
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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀FERNANDO ALONSO.
Fernando is admittedly one of Michaela’s racing heroes. Aside from his clear talent, Michaela has been vocally in support of his “villain” approach to racing, though she admits she doesn’t have half the courage needed to pull off some of his stunts. On Fernando’s end, he has always identified Michaela as a blossoming force on the grid who would be capable of domination if given the right team behind her. 
It’s a little-known fact that Michaela’s signing with Aston Martin was actively encouraged by Alonso who insisted the team allow the two drivers to compete against each other for points. In his view, the two would flourish in an environment where they were encouraged to outplace each other. To Fernando’s credit, his approach has worked pretty well for the team in its development of a more competitive reputation on the grid, for which Michaela has repeatedly thanked him.
As teammates, the two spend a considerable amount of time together having grown quite comfortable in each other's presence. From the occasional humorous quip during press conferences to their iconic tiktoks, Fernando and Michaela's partnership has been her most successful at the Formula One level.
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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀PIERRE GASLY.
Of all the drivers on the grid, Michaela shares the most extensive history with the Frenchman. As her first teammate after joining Prema to race in the GP2 series in 2016, Michaela has not been shy about expressing how thankful she was for Pierre’s consistent inclusion of her in a sport that had been continuously unwelcoming. Though their beginnings were an awkward mix of pubescent introversion, by the end of their season together Michaela was a regular guest with Pierre’s family when her own family could not make the flight from Australia. Accordingly, Michaela is quite close with Pierre’s mother, Pascale, who is never seen without a #37 pin on race weekends. 
The next three years of their friendship would be strained by Pierre’s move to Super Formula in 2017 while Michaela remained at the Formula Two level. Their friendship would recover, however, after Michaela was selected for the 2019 grid as a driver for Alfa Romeo. Since then, Pierre has continued to be one of Michaela’s most vocal supporters, regularly extending cheers her way through passive comments during press conferences. 
However, their close comfort with one another is often mistaken for a bitter rivalry. especially after a particularly tense moment at the 2022 Monaco GP where Pierre pulled off a choppy overtake with Michaela calling him a “cunt” over the radio. The swirl of rivalry rumors never seems to fully go away with their limited interactions on race weekends, but their dual-family dinners tell the full story.
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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀LEWIS HAMILTON.
As the two black drivers on the grid, the two have always been silently protective of one another. In a similar vein to her admiration of Fernando, Lewis has always been Michaela’s greatest motivation in believing that she was capable of reaching Formula One despite the matters of her race and gender. Accordingly, Lewis was the first of the senior drivers to pass his personal number to the driver in her rookie season. 
To this day, the two conduct quiet check-ins with each other whether grabbing a gourmet lunch in Monaco or sitting front row at Fashion Week. One of the more underrated pairings, the other drivers recognize the unique bond the two have and marvel at Michaela’s ability to chip away at Lewis’ guarded exterior.
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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀CHARLES LECLERC.
Another set of former teammates, Michaela and Charles were admittedly not very close during their time at Prema in Formula Two. The running joke of “Sommers falls just short behind Leclerc” rings uncomfortably true for the Australian who first experienced a taste of Il Predestinato’s reign after finishing 2nd in the Formula Two Championship. Though that simple fact never bothered her much, the media storm that continues to cloud over any semblance of tension between the two bothers her to no end.
As the two have matured past that tense 2017 season, they’ve found common ground in the issues that frustrate them within their careers. Similar to the sense of pressure she shares with Max, Michaela shares a passionate frustration with Charles in the face of a less-than-beneficial strategy. In particular, Michaela’s second season at McLaren and Charles’ 2022 season with Ferrari brought the two almost infinitely closer as they bonded over not the nicest words vented about their respective teams. In fact, Charles was the one to convince Michaela to take a risk in signing with Aston Martin after the 2022 season, a decision he never lets her forget turned out quite nicely for her driving style.
Aside from their shared tempers, Michaela and Charles spend quite a bit of time together privately, frequently attending tennis matches alongside their partners—and Pierre. Their friendship is a fan favorite though the two rarely publicly outside of Instagram comment sections and press conference giggling.
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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀LANDO NORRIS.
Though Lando and Michaela have known each other since 2014 when they both competed in the Ginetta Junior Championships, it wasn’t until their rookie Formula One season that the two exchanged their first words. While Lando fervently claims that Michaela was quite removed from the other drivers in the championship, they both know the hidden truth of Lando’s bashful shyness in the face of the then taller, more competitive Australian. Despite the rocky start to their friendship, their first two seasons in Formula One were marked by a noticeable growth in recurring bits and shared inside jokes. 
That growth was initially spelled out to be a dream pairing for McLaren after they signed Michaela to a two-year contract in 2021. Placing two extraordinarily talented drivers with a rare competitive respect for one another seemed to be the right choice for the papaya team until the two actually began racing during the 2021 season. Disaster for the two drivers quietly drew closer throughout the bulk of their first season as teammates with glimpses of the future lying in terse shoulder checks after particularly competitive races. 
The discord between the two McLaren drivers became clearer in 2022 after Michaela publicly voiced her frustration with their overwhelming support of Lando despite her outperformance of the British driver in all but two races in those two long years. The tension between Michaela and the rest of the team came to a head in Sao Paulo when she was ordered to give way for Lando to pass her into 3rd place so she could defend against Carlos in 5th. Despite begrudgingly following the orders, Lando would collide with Leclerc to receive a penalty and be forced to retire later on with gearbox failure. With a new order to compete for points, Michaela would win the race but be left to celebrate on her own with the rest of the team retiring early to discuss adjustments with Lando. 
After the season closer in Abu Dhabi, Michaela would sign a joint statement with McLaren stating she would not be pursuing another contract with them and would instead be joining Aston Martin. The disastrous season for the Australian only stifled her friendship with Lando who found himself less than happy with the grudge she would hold against him for their entire tenure as teammates. In the two seasons since then, the two have spoken on short occasions in attempts to repair their friendship. Though they seem to be on less bitter terms with one another, their interactions are kept brief in public between tight-lipped smiles and the very rare return of an old joke.
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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀DANIEL RICCIARDO.
As the only Australians on the grid until Oscar’s promotion in 2023, Michaela and Daniel bonded over their mutual distaste for English cuisine and endless homesickness. Admittedly a bad influence, Daniel brings out Michaela’s wild side often dragging her along into his X-rated jokes and late-night adventures in the cities they visit.
Though their vibrant friendship is frequently exploited for PR purposes on Drive to Survive and Formula One promotional content on YouTube, the two prefer being matched up together due to their similar energies. Michaela’s image, carefully crafted by her Press Officer Beata, always comes tumbling down as she giggles at Daniel’s shenanigans, letting out the off-color expression with the ease of a wide smile adorning her face. 
The normal tense in her shoulders naturally relaxes whenever Daniel enters the room who is more than aware of his calming effect on the younger Australian. Most recently, the two have attempted to indoctrinate Oscar in their more extroverted ways. Michaela in particular has taken Oscar under her wing at press conferences in her own way of simulating the state of ease Daniel places her in.
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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀CARLOS SAINZ.
Before 2023, the extent of Carlos and Michaela’s interactions was limited to shared eye rolls across the press conference room and a rare Sommers-faulted crash at the 2021 Canadian Grand Prix. Though fans mourned the lack of interaction between the two favorites, their friendship suddenly burst onto the public radar after Michaela appeared in one of Carlos’ vlogs in early 2024. 
Since that surprise appearance, they’ve been somewhat unsuccessful at hiding their shared camaraderie in the public eye. Giving into the public demand for their interactions, Carlos and Michaela have slowly opened up about their friendship, giving the occasional insight through seemingly empty comments. Though not much is known about just how close the two are, it’s frequently pointed out that Michaela was a guest at Carlos’ sister’s wedding despite not being publicly announced as one. 
Privately, Carlos is possibly Michaela’s closest friend on the grid with Carlos Sr. even musing that he had hoped the two would get together, much to their mutual genuine distaste for the idea. In Michaela’s own words, Carlos is the only driver she trusts with her precious puppy Tilly. Carlos has casually echoed that sentiment claiming that the two push each other to continue to be at the top of their performance, encouraging each other through the roughest of times in both their career and personal lives.
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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀YUKI TSUNODA.
When Yuki first entered Formula One, there was an unspoken expectation that he would get on quite well with Michaela. Paradoxically, the two bring out the absolute worst in each other. Amongst the glaring jabs thrown at each other in press conferences, there lies an animosity that both intrigues and bewilders everyone in and around the Formula One world.
The discord between the two shortest drivers was placed center-stage through a screaming match in the pits after Yuki spun out of a turn, taking Michaela with him and handing them both a DNF in a critical race for the Australian. Since then, the two racers have done their best to exchange as few words as possible, keeping the strife cold for the sake of their teams’ best interests.
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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀MAX VERSTAPPEN.
If you asked the other drivers if they thought Max and Michaela would have gotten along, they all would have responded with resounding dissent. Despite the odds, however, the two have only become parters-in-crime through their time competing against each other. As two naturally ultra-competitive people Michaela and Max have bonded over the pressure they both feel to deliver—admittedly in different ways—every weekend. Though most of that pressure is relieved in late-night rants over the phone, they do find levity in making fun of the press every chance they get. As such, the two are rarely placed next to each other in press conferences unless they’ve finished with a very familiar Verstappen-Sommers podium. 
Max is another driver who’s particularly vocal about his support of Michaela’s “trailblazing”. Though the media frequently attempts to bait him into forced high praise of the Australian driver, he makes it a point to call out journalists who center her gender in a less than well-meaning way. One of the more iconic Mickey and Maxie moments came after Max shut down a reporter fishing for an unflattering story while ignoring her glorious winning finish. 
Off duty, the two spend quite a bit of time together whenever Michaela finds herself in Monaco. Joining him for simulation streams and being pictured spilling their secrets over drinks has led to an abundance of deranged shippers and secret romance rumors. The two find the fun in the rumors, playing up their dynamics when they become aware of fan presence during their private outings. However, they’ve both been more than clear that their friendship is nothing more than that, leaving no room for their partners to be harassed by crazed fans.
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jennicatzies · 6 months ago
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Be gay. Run for presidency.
Buncha jeffmads doodles that have accumulated over the past week.....
Extra under the cut
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I was on autopilot and when I regained full consciousness I find this on the canvas.
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