#hamilton ask

[luminartt]

I have an idea. Can you draw Maria Reynolds in James Reynolds costume/outfit?

She looking mighty fine with the hat

Her hair would be my favorite part

@mreynolds-ask-blog

@jreynolds-ask-blog-1

[batovskaa]

OKAY SO HERE ARE RANDOM HAMILTON THE MUSICAL FACTS NO ONE ASKED FOR

• After Maria mentions she is "helpless" in Say No To This, Eliza doesn't mention it for the rest of the play

• In That Would Be Enough, Eliza says: "I wrote to the general a month ago". In Stay Alive we can see her writing the letter

• In Take A Break, when Angelica and Eliza reunite and say each other's names there is a slight pause for "and Peggy"

• In Stay Alive (reprise), Phillip says to Eliza "Mom, I'm sorry for forgetting what you taught me" because Eliza taught him how to count to 10 in Take A Break and he thought that mr. Eaker counted to 10 even though he didn't

• Phillip had trouble with number 7 in Take A Break, got shot at number 7 and died at Sept-7 (guess it wasn't exactly his lucky number)

• Burr always repeats that he's willing to wait for it and Alexander always repeats that he's not throwing away his shot, but in The World Was Wide Enough, Burr doesn't wait for it and shoots Alexander and Alexander throws away his shot by aiming his pistol at the sky

• In Hurricane, Alexander says: "I couldn't seem to die" and the backing vocals/ensemble say: "Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it.." because Burr is going to shoot him in 9 songs

• If we count all of the songs in Hamilton + Lauren's interlude, there is exactly 47 songs. 47 is also the age Alexander Hamilton died at

• In Best Of Wives And Best Of Women both Alexander and Eliza say exactly 37 words, which is also how many songs they were married for in the musical

• In Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story when Eliza says: "I speak out against slavery," Washington makes a surprised face behind her because he owned around 120 slaves

• In What'd I miss when Jefferson gets the letter from Washington he says: "Sally, be a lamb, darlin' won't you open it," reffering to a slave of his

[blorbocedes]

nico: "every dream needs a team" i would've preferred reading 'every team needs a hero' or something cause we're celebrating lewis here, rather than every dream needs a team crofty: (blah blah explains why you can't win without the team) nico: ...ok. 😶 no i just think it's kinda about lewis this weekend.

nico rosberg, Abu Dhabi 24, lewis hamilton's final race with mercedes

[bonbonly]

Thoughts on reader in a glory hole used by multiple drivers?

bon's thoughts (18+)

this is just gonna be a rant because now i cant stop thinking this is GRID BUNNY CORE. i think about sebastian vettel going "where are the grid girls?!?!" and this is it LMFAO.

no one knows about your identity, you're just there with the promise of a good pay. you're not interested in the drivers, nor are they necessarily interested in you. but god, whenever they were in the paddock, all they could talk about was how good your cunt was.

first person to use you is definitely going to be lewis hamilton, he's the one who even suggested the idea. you cannot convince me that the man isn't freaky like that. he's very gentle with you, praising you for being able to take everyone so well.

max likes to hear you beg. he wants to hear you begging him. everything's so easy for him anyway, he wants a good challenge to test him like this.

oscar's sweet self is definitely making sure you cum before him, and he's even ok if he doesn't cum. he just awkwardly says hi to your cunt, and you're giggling saying hi back even though he can't see your face.

lando's probably really quiet, but when you finally snap and say ok am i fucking a ghost or what? he's smiling like an idiot and he's talking you through the process, "you like it when i fuck you like this, yeah?"

carlos has no idea what was going on until lando told him about it and so he decides to try for himself. seeing you like that, spread out for him, he's chuckling to himself and saying he could get definitely get used to do this. his thrusts are always slow and deep because he wants to be the one you think about the most.

too bad, charles is one upping him. charles doesn't really show up to the glory hole as much as the others because he likes to think he's better than everyone. and then ferrari will mess up a race and he's shoving everyone to the side, demanding to use you as a means to get rid of his frustration. he's definitely overstimulating you, making you cry and beg as he's pushing you to your 4th orgasm in just minutes of him getting started.

daniel ricciardo would have cracked jokes, 100% would've cracked jokes the entire time, and you're always moaning in between laughs. he's definitely grabbing your as he fucks you, he's definitely an ass man.

and because i mentioned sebastian earlier im going to include sebastian bc i love seb to death, this man found out second because of lewis and he was instantly so happy and excited. he's also praising you, but his words straight filth, "ah, im so glad this little whore's so excited about taking my cock, your pussy's perfect around me. forget about eating at a fancy restaurant, im eating you out for the next day!"

[hello-car-fandom]

Hey, I'm loving your stuff, what about if reader ran a fan account for the drivers?

bf! f1 telling you they know about your fan account

drivers: charles leclerc, max verstappen, lando norris, oscar piastri, carlos sainz, yuki tsunoda, george russel, lewis hamilton

taglist: @dreamauri @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @lostayear @itscalledastrategyfred @danielricroll

[lmk in the comments if you want to be added to the taglist]

a/n: hey, op. i couldn't fit how to make a smau with readers running a fan account so i made it about f1 boyfriends exposing them. hope you like it!

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[ef-1]

Lewis Hamilton on the undue scrutiny he faced regarding his radio ft a lil swipe at other drivers 📻

[tylersayscool]

[gguk-n]

Hello!! I was wondering if you could please write a redbull driver with multiple wdc x platonic grid

But the older drivers like max Charles Lewis lando etc get jealous of her constantly being with the younger ones like franco kimi and Ollie all fluff n funny n fans going crazy bout their jealousy

Thank you

Rivals of the Track

{Reader's POV}

It was the Azerbaijan GP, Kevin wouldn't be racing so Ollie had replaced him for the race. He was this tall lanky British teen who rightfully corrected me saying that he was an adult now, he was funny. Ollie was with his best friend Kimi, who had come to support him for the race. I found their friendship endearing and reminded me of my best friend who would try to come to as many races as she could. The other drivers would argue about who my best friend was, but I knew who my best friend was and it was Y/BFF/N.

"Y/N, did you colour your hair?" Kimi asked. "You can tell?" I asked slightly shocked, "I just went for a lighter shade of burgundy than the last time" I elaborated. "Yeah, you look prettier" Ollie chimed. "Thank you. You boys are so sweet, unlike some people I know" I said looking at the other drivers who were stood a few feet away who were very confused when I asked them if anything was different about me. "You're always pretty" Franco added. "Okay, okay, flattery will only get you so far" I laughed. "We're being honest. Having some one as talented and beautiful on the grid that we can learn from is an honour" Kimi said solemnly. "Okay, is there a body you boys wanna hide?" I asked laughing. They laughed back.

"Can you introduce us to Lewis?" Franco whispered while we were stood there waiting for the media interviews. "Sure" I said. "He's so cool and we aren't sure if he'll talk to us" The other two boys added. "Oh, no, my babies, he's a sweetheart. You could just walk up to him and start talking. I was scared of him when I first joined too but we're pretty good friends" I explained. The 3 boys smiled at me, nodding in agreement.

Every time I would be talking to these 3, trying to make them feel at home like all the times the others did, I could feel eyes on me. I wasn't sure why they were all glaring at me.

I was doing my post quali media after qualifying P4. "So, what a race? Are you expecting a win or a podium?" The interviewer asked. "Obviously going to go for the win, podium isn't too far away either, let's see, I have a Ferrari and a McLaren to fight off though" I laughed. "We've seen you hanging around with the younger drivers, do they remind you of your rookie days?" she asked. "Yes, they are so nervous and scared but full of energy. They are fun to hang out with too" I said. "Does this mean you find the older drivers boring?" she prodded. "Never said that" I tsked. "I'm just trying to make them feel at home" I said. "Well, the fans are eating your interactions up. They find it so cute, you're like the mother duck and they are your ducklings" she said. "I wouldn't say that they are wrong" I chuckled. "I interviewed your teammate Max a while back and he didn't seem too pleased with your blossoming friendship. Why is that so?" the interviewer pointed out. "We're all competitive. I guess they are competitive about friends too" I shrugged. "It was nice talking to you, can't wait to watch you on the podium" she stated. I smiled and talked away.

I met the others in my drivers room. "I think this is a confidentiality breech to have all the other teams here" I laughed. "We're staging an intervention" Max stated. "For what? I don't have an addiction" I pointed out. "Since we're losing our bestie" Lando said. I couldn't help but laugh, "Who?" I asked. "You, you dumbass" Charles said. I sat on the chair that was unoccupied. "What's up my fellow drivers?" I asked. "We aren't only your fellow drivers, we're best friends" Lewis said. "Arguable but okay" I shrugged. "Are we not best friends?" Daniel fake cried. "My best friend is Y/BFF/n. You guys, I tolerate at best" I laughed. I could see all them visibly pout. "We don't like it" they said in unison. "What do you not like?" I asked. "You hanging out with the younger drivers or that we aren't best friends. Are we too old for you?" Carlos asked. "I'm as old as you guys. They just remind me of my siblings, they are like my ducklings and I'm their mother duck" I chuckled reminded of the analogy. "So, you aren't replacing us?" Oscar quipped. "Obviously not, they are my children. You guys are my friends" I said face palming myself. "Group hug?" Yuki asked and then we all huddled together. "What about us being best friends?" Max asked. "Still Y/BFF/N. I don't feel like a girl when I'm around you guys, she reminds me. We all have something special, we're competitors and friends" I said. They all seemed to nod in agreement.

After an abysmal race, I was laying in my hotel room going through twitter when I saw people talking about how I had taken the younger drivers under my wing and how they would follow me around like lost puppies while you could see the others stare daggers at them. At some point in the weekend, Max did almost carry me away from them, out of jealousy it seems and the gif was circulating all over the internet. I laughed at the tweets, my friends can get jealous, they would be jealous when I hang out with Y/BFF/N but I do need a get away from all the testosterone, but they are nice people, just bad at communicating.

[kakashiislut]

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Do you love me or ___ More? - F1 Text Au 🫶🏻

Characters: Max, Lewis, Carlos, Charles, Lando, Oscar, Daniel.

Warnings: Tiny suggestive theme, Fluff, Crack, SMAU.

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[maxedes]

nico rosbergs reaction to seeing lewis hamiltons post race interview

[pullupinarari]

oh Oohhh i dont know maybe YN is working on something important. but Lewis keeps coming into the home office with random excuses—he can’t find his water bottle, he needs help picking a shirt, he just wants to see her face, his fingers needs massage. Eventually, he sits on the floor beside her chair, resting his head on her lap.

a/n: another 2.5k words “blurb” lmao am I back or what. I’m not sure if this fits what you requested, but I was so in love with this scenario that I wish I could continue writing it. Btw I decided to write this as if it belonged to ‘The Secret of Us’ world but it can be read as a thing on its own. Hope you like this 🩷

It’s just another busy, exhausting week for you – full of deadlines, projects you must finish, meetings that last until late into the day, almost making it impossible for you to make it to dinner at home. It’s your job, it’s not like you’re doing it on purpose, spending little to no time outside of your office – but Lewis managed to take some days off his own work responsibilities, and the man was looking forward to spending them by your side.

You don’t have much time to yourselves, constantly merged in the distinguishing, distracting work calls, papers, meetings, leaving him to have you to himself just a little bit, when he drives to your company, waiting to pick you up for lunch on your break. And even during that hour which is supposed to be reserved just for the two of you, your phone still rings, you are still focused on replying to all the emails resting on your inbox.

Lewis knows you don’t mean to ignore him, that you would rather put all projects to the side for a couple of hours, so you could enjoy the warmth of his touch, finally getting some rest while feeling safely held and protected by his arms, as your head would rest on his chest. He can see how exhausted you are, how your headaches are becoming more and more constant, how the dark bags under your eyes just grow bigger by the day, how you can’t remember any small thing that’s not related to work, right now.

He knows it all, and that’s why he tries his best to make things easier for you at home: he picks you up for lunch, cooks dinner before you leave work so you don’t have to worry about that once you’re back, makes sure to neatly make the bed the way you love so much, so you won’t huff once you lay down to finally get some sleep. And he doesn’t mind doing any of this, of course he doesn’t. He feels good knowing that he can help you – even with just some small actions and acts of service, but the man just wishes that you would give him a bit more of your attention, that’s all.

And today is just another day: you stayed home, not having any important meetings that would require you to drive to your company, but still… you’re locked inside your home office. It’s been hours since the last time Lewis’ eyes landed on you, and even on the day that you’re staying home, you refused to stay in bed with him longer, rushing to turn on your laptop and start working some more.

Your husband misses you – that’s the truth. He misses talking to you for hours or just listening to you talk to him about everything and anything at the same time. Now, most of the time when he hears your voice, it’s when you’re answering a phone call related to work, or venting about how frustrated these projects are making you. If he could, he would take all the weight that has been resting on your shoulders for the past weeks, and he would do it himself, only so he can see the light-hearted, bubbly, carefree version of his girl that he loves so much.

He longs to touch you, to hug you, for his lips to savor yours for more than just a few seconds of a peck, wanting to feel you close for hours on end, his fingers playing with your hair as you two lay on the sofa, lips traveling on your skin as your bodies entangle, with a comfortable silence stringing you two along. But you won’t leave the damn office.

Growing tired of staring at the ceiling, feeling the hours passing by on his skin, your husband decides to interrupt your concentration. He needs to see you, but he won’t admit it – not wanting to come off as ‘needy’ or ‘annoying’ in your eyes. So, gently knocking on the door, he walks inside with a soft smile playing on his features – you smile back at him, encouraging him to get closer to you, his hand caressing your arm as he plants a kiss on the top of your head, and that little interaction is enough to make Lewis’ heart flutter with love, feeling like a teenager again.

— Hey love, did you see my water bottle? I can’t find it – he makes up an excuse to justify his knocking on your office.

With a puzzled look on your phone, you look around with furrowed eyebrows.

— It’s not here, babe. Did you check the bedroom yet? It was there this morning, when I woke up – you reply softly, looking up at the man with big eyes, seeing his facial expression slightly changing to a more compromised one.

Of course it’s in your shared bedroom, he knows it – or should he say ‘was’, because his water bottle is now resting on the living room, after the driver carried it around the house with him for the last couple of hours.

— Oh, you’re right, love. I must have forgotten about it there - he replies with a kind smile, kissing your forehead for one last time before leaving your office, closing the door behind him.

Those minutes were nice for him to finally take a look at the love of his life for a little bit - he can’t lie, it’s way better than not getting a sight of you for an entire day, as it has been happening this entire week. But the man feels magnetized to you, as if his body is begging him to go back inside the office, to attach your figures together, so you two can feed yourselves with the love you share inside your safe portion of a life together.

There’s this void inside of him, feeling like something is missing - your touch, your presence. And, deep down, Lewis can’t help but think about how he is going to leave again for work in a couple of days, meaning that you two will have to be apart for some weeks, and he can’t fathom the thought of just not making the most out of the little time that he still has free, ready to be dedicated entirely to you.

With a frustrated sigh, the man decides not to erupt into the room again so soon, wanting to give you some space so you could focus on your projects - hoping that, the more you focus, the earlier you will be over with them, and the faster you’ll be back in his arms.

But that doesn’t happen. Time keeps ticking, passing by as if every second and minute are running a marathon, and Lewis can’t hold back his huffs. So, after some time, he knocks on your door again, peeking through it with a bowl of fruit in his hand.

— Brought you some nice fruits, my love, it’s been a while since you last had something to eat - he informs you, his frame reaching for yours, landing another kiss on the top of your head.

It takes him a second longer to detach his lips from your hair, taking in your scent - something that feels so distant and yet so familiar to him. What can he say? He misses you, like crazy. He wants your love, affection, attention, everything you can give him.

— Thank you, baby - you smile at him, your heart warming up at the way Lewis takes such good care of you, always proving you that giving him a chance was the right thing to do.

Now, your fingers are the ones reaching for the man’s shirt, pulling on it lightly until the driver bends down, so you can connect your lips together. It’s a simple peck, a short but loving kiss that lets him know how grateful you are for him.

However, you can almost feel Lewis growing cheekier, moving slightly so his body can be closer to yours, his lips working to deepen the kiss a little more, his hand holding you face gently, until you are smiling into the kiss, due to his actions.

You wish you could give in, you really do. But instead, you are forced to roll your eyes at him ironically, distancing your faces a bit more - until you see Lewis biting down his lip in disappointment. He got the message, you still don’t have time for him. So, again, he leaves you alone with your laptop and stack of papers on your desk, only to meet Roscoe in the kitchen, kneeling down to pet the dog that looks at the driver with curiosity.

— Work shouldn’t be a priority, am I right buddy? People are what matter the most, not some papers on a desk and a file on a laptop - Lewis vents into the air, only to immediately shut his thoughts, realizing that he has been doing that a lot as well.

He spends entire weeks away from home, from you, from Roscoe, from the rest of his family. And while your job requires a lot of papers, and formal procedures, his job requires physical effort and presence. But that doesn’t mean that he isn’t less guilty for missing all family events and important dates of everyone he loves. Plus, if it wasn’t due to your career, he would have never met you, and right now, he wouldn’t be waiting for you to leave your office so he can finally cuddle you on the sofa. So he can’t act this unfair.

Nevertheless, his clingy side grows impatient, and another idea pops up in his head. Picking Roscoe up, he knocks on your door again, opening it without even getting any type of permission from you to do so.

You can’t help but furrow your eyebrows at the sight of your husband holding the poor dog in his arms, that’s looking so confused.

— I spoke to Roscoe, and he got jealous that you gave me a smooch just some minutes ago, so I think we need to play fair here, and you owe our son some nice pets - the man explains, making you laugh at his words while he is still holding the dog in front of you.

Taking Roscoe into your lap, you make sure to apologize to him, informing the pet that you never meant to ignore him nor make him jealous, and letting him know how he is the bestest boy in this entire world. The scene makes Lewis smile, but on the inside, it just makes him crave a decent moment with you even more, wishing you could finally realize how badly he needs you, how badly you are desired and a fundamental piece for him to keep his sanity together - feeling exhausted from staring at boring shows on the television, dreading the way how time keeps passing by, and yet, you’re still locked inside the four walls of your office.

Feeling defeated, your husband takes a seat on the floor, right next to your chair, so he can rest his head on your lap. His movements surprise you, but not completely - you know who you married, you know how needy Lewis can get… but you also know that you have been stuck in this room since really early in the morning.

Your hand reaches for the man’s braids, feeling him sighing softly against your skin once he feels your touch. You can sense the way he grows quieter as you massage his scalp, allowing your presence and caresses to ground him again, calming down his heavy heart.

— What’s wrong, Lew? - you whisper, feeling the tips of his fingers slowly drawing patterns on your leg, as if the man could melt right here, right now.

He shrugs, looking at the wall, not daring to look at you now that your touch made him feel so small and sensitive.

— We just don’t have a lot more time to spend together before I have to travel again, that’s all - he tries to explain as his voice cracks slightly.

Looking at the time, your eyebrows raise once you realize it’s already 6:48 pm. It was around 8:20 am when you sat in this chair, turning on your laptop to work on a handful of projects, and you completely lost track of time throughout the day.

Your heart sinks in your chest, realizing that Lewis is right. You don’t have a lot of time to be by yourselves before he needs to leave again, and you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t bury yourself in work today, that you would wrap it up sooner, so you could enjoy the afternoon with your husband. But yet again, you didn’t stick to it.

Closing your laptop, you clear your throat, trying to get your husband’s attention again. Once he looks up at you again, his eyes are sad, clearly mourning the loss of another day that he lost you to a pile of papers, emails and meetings on your computer.

Your fingers caress his cheek lovingly, helping the man stand as you leave your seat at the chair as well, putting Roscoe on the floor. Locking eyes with your husband as his hands immediately find their way to your waist, you wrap your arms around his neck, reaching to connect your lips in a long kiss - apologizing to him, wishing you could take away his pain.

But as long as he has you, he doesn’t need anything else. That’s why he smiles so widely when you offer to cook his favorite dish with him, to make up for all the hours you spent focusing on something that was not as important as spending quality time with your family.

And for the rest of the night, Lewis makes sure to be extra close to you, stealing kisses and kind touches here and there, hugging you from behind as you stir the food in front of you, kissing your shoulder, your cheek, mumbling sweet ‘I love you’s’, promises of being forever yours, wishing you could take some days off work so you could travel with him to his own work duties.

After dinner, you too focus on intertwining your body with your husband’s, entangling yourselves in the sheets as you caress his scalp, beard, leaving soothing kisses all over his features, until you notice his eyes shining a bit more, his aura lightening up as he finally gets to have his wife all to himself. Your lips were already longing to meet in a loving kiss, reigniting the fire and the passion between your figures - a kiss that tells both of you, for sure, that you will always have each other, and even if these weeks might be rough, better days are coming, for sure.

[feketeribizli]

wrong... directions.....

[bonbonly]

sugardaddy lewis who makes you sit on his cock while you work on your assignments

real talk, lewis hamilton is so fine like every time i see a picture of that man i'm actively drooling liKE SIR PLEASE PLEASE ILL DO ANYTHING - ok someone restrain me

bon's thoughts (18+)

sugardaddy!lewis hamilton probably misses you, but you had some exams coming up! and like ive said before, he wants to see you succeed and graduate. you're getting great grades, he doesn't want to ruin that, so there's gotta be a way for him to spend time with you right?

he visits you in your dorm one day, awkwardly waving to your friends who are about to head out for the weekend. you were a bit too studious for your own good, but hey at least you weren't getting wasted when you had a test coming up! he's proud of you for that, and when you guide him to your bed, he's eyeing the thin tank top you're wearing that easily highlights your hardened nipples, and those cute silk shorts that gives him a clear view of the round of your ass.

"i'll be studying, lewis, i hope you don't get bored," you pout at him, sending him an apologetic smile and he chuckles,

"it's ok baby, I think I can find a way to keep myself occupied."

and that he does, because now you're warming his cock as he's watching you complete some assignments for a class. your clothes are on the ground, he was insistent that he got a clear view of those delicious tits of yours. if you finished an assignment correctly, he'd let you bounce on his cock for a few seconds, but if you had to redo one, oh he was going to hold your hips down and make sure you didn't create any friction.

an hour passes, and you're whining, begging for lewis to do something because as much as you love feeling stretched out like this, you wanted him to move to do something! he kisses your back, sweetly whispering that if you just finished that last assignment he was all yours.

you're scrambling to submit the stupid thing, but also to do it properly. lewis hated it when you'd rush through something and get a low score, his baby just had to be patient and read the instructions! and when you do get that 100% as a grade for the assignment, lewis bucks his hips and you're mewling at each thrust,

"i got you baby, it's time for me to reward you" he giggles, thrusting into you faster as your moans bounce off the walls of your room.

[v5ttelfilms]

[blorbocedes]

do you have a favorite lewis and nico podium moment? toxic or cute LOL

australia 08 cool-down room for cute, where they're jumping around and hugging like puppies their first podium together. the podium is also cute they're practically glued together. also singapore 08 where they are wet little kitties

abu dhabi 14 no podium for nico cause his car died but he still showed up to the cooldown to congratulate him for his first drivers championship with merc

usgp15 when lewis gives the p2 hat to nico and nico throws it back at him. they actually hugged a few moments earlier because Lewis just won the championship LOL

aus 16 podium interview with mark webbah where lewis pours champagne on nico's head and seb pours champagne on mark webber's

in terms of toxic podiums there's like 40 of them where one of them has won and the other is second place looking like they wanna DIE

for nico that's Bahrain 14, Bahrain 15 for lewis that's Bahrain 16

definitely Abu Dhabi 16 where nico is full on crying and having a religious experience and lewis won the race but seriously doesn't want to be there cause he just lost the championship and David Coulthard forces them to do yaoi on stage

[28ms28]

A 28ms28 f1 text post upload in this economy??