#some are good but as a whole I never want to watch Hamilton again

[pickingupmymercedes]

Ageless wonder - Lewis Hamilton

warnings: mentions of alcohol, Toto being an ass (himself)

genre: fluff and teasy Lewis

wordcount: +1k

a/n: I had to, 'shelf life' my ass

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Waking up with a hangover wasn’t new to me, Lewis was the one non-alcoholic Tequila master in the relationship after all. But waking up feeling like my skull is auditioning for the lead role in Crash: The Musical, though? That’s special.

My tongue feels like I licked an old battery, my hair probably looks like I got electrocuted, and the sun streaming through the window is public enemy number one.

And still somewhere through the haze of pain, I catch a whiff of something heavenly: Lewis’s cologne.

Thank God. Home.

There’s a low chuckle near me, and the bed dips slightly. “Morning, superstar.”

I pry one eye open. Lewis is sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a grin that’s somewhere between amusement and concern, though he’s annoyingly chipper, like he hasn’t just watched me drag myself through hell disguised as a bottle of – real – tequila.

“Why are you so loud?” I croak, turning over to bury my face in the pillow.

“I’m not loud; you’re sensitive” he shoots back, that stupid chuckle rumbling again. “Rough night”

I flip him off without looking, which only makes him laugh harder. “Rough week actually.”

And it has been rough.

Toto, king of ominous sound bites, had suggested, in the newly launched Mercedes book, that Lewis might’ve been near his “shelf life.”

As if Lewis wasn’t out there fighting the excuse of a car they couldn’t understand how to work around, pulling phenomenal races from P10, setting twelve fastest laps, lapping four-tenths faster than his own teammate at some points.

And if there’d been more laps? Well, Toto might’ve had to eat his words on a very public stage.

I’d been at the race, of course. Watching from the garage, headphones clamped tight over my ears, my hands clasped together until they ached. I’d barely breathed until he crossed the line in P2, the garage erupting around me.

The relief was immediate, but it didn’t last.

I caught the frustration in his shoulders as he climbed out of the car, the way it clung to him during the cooldown drive to the podium interview and those mandatory interviews.

He’d wanted more.

He hadn’t said anything directly to me, of course—he never does when the sting is fresh. But I know the weight when I see it.

It’s in the way he’s still tense even as he waves to the fans, in the measured, overly polite answers he gives in interviews.

Watching him absorb the quiet digs, I wanted to storm the press room and defend him, consequences be damned. But what good would it do? Still, the knot in my chest wouldn’t loosen until I saw him smile again.

And then Toto had gone and made it worse. Of course. Lewis’s teammate was “from another planet,” while Lewis was just working with a “super strong car.”

I’d had to sit there and smile politely, even though every part of me wanted to grab Toto by the collar and shake him.

It wasn’t my fight, though—not really. It was Lewis’s. And Lewis, being Lewis, handled it like a pro. Calm. Measured.

Acknowledging his own faults while subtly calling out the micro-aggressions of all sorts he’s dealt with his whole career.

That’s my man. Too classy for this world.

But let’s be real: the post-race party in Vegas? That was for me. Not that I’d ever admit outside of our bedroom, but seeing him relaxed, smiling, surrounded by people who adore him? That was the real victory.

And the price for that? Me, nursing the world’s worst hangover and Lewis, laughing at my expense. Classic.

His voice broke through my thoughts. “You really went for it last night. Celebrating like you won something.”

“I did win something,” I mumble into the pillow.

“Oh yeah?” His tone is teasing, and I can feel his grin without even looking.

I finally roll onto my back, squinting at him like he’s the sun itself. “Bragging rights,” I said. “Because you…” I pointed vaguely in his direction, “…are a goddamn force of nature. And because everyone who said otherwise is a dumbass.”

He shakes his head, amused, but there’s a softness in his eyes now.

“And,” I add, smirking despite the pounding in my head, “I won tequila shots with Miles. That’s also worth celebrating.”

“Clearly.” He gestures vaguely at my disheveled state, and I kick at him weakly with one foot.

He dodges easily, then leans back, holding his phone up with a sly smile.

“Pot, meet kettle,” I muttered, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in the pillow. Except that pillow smelled like him, which was entirely too distracting.

“What’s got you so chirpy this morning anyway?” I mumbled into the pillowcase, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

He had an uncanny ability to bounce back after days like these, his body apparently immune to exhaustion. I would’ve hated him for it if I didn’t love him so much.

“Just enjoying the comments on your last post,” he said nonchalantly.

That got my attention. I lifted my head to look at him. “What post?”

Lewis didn’t answer. Instead, he smirked and held up his phone, just out of my reach.

“Oh, come on,” I groaned, dragging myself upright. My head protested the movement, but curiosity outweighed the pain. “What did I do?”

“You don’t remember?” His grin widened. “It’s good. Really good.”

“Lewis.” I reached for his phone, but he leaned back, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“I think it’s fair to say the caption was… pointed,” he said, drawing the word out.

“Pointed at what?” My patience was wearing thin, and my curiosity was spiraling into mild panic.

He finally handed me the phone, and the moment I saw the screen, the haze of my hangover lifted just enough to make room for a new emotion: horror.

The photo was innocent enough—just me and Lewis at some ridiculous Vegas afterparty, his arm slung around my shoulders, both of us grinning like idiots. But the caption. Oh, the caption.

“All in on ageless wonder”

And my jaw drops. “Oh my God.”

Lewis is laughing now, low and warm and entirely too entertained. “You went all in, babe.”

I scroll through the comments, and my stomach flips. Hundreds of thousands of likes. Thousands of comments. Most are supportive—#GoatHamilton is trending, apparently—but a few are... less so.

I can’t help it but laugh. “Drunk me is bold.”

“Drunk you is sincere” he corrects, taking the phone back and locking the screen.

“Toto kinda deserves it.” I sit up, wincing as the motion sends my head spinning. “How long can I leave it up before PR calls me personally to tell me I’m banned from every Mercedes garage on Earth?”

Lewis checked his watch like he was genuinely considering it. “I’d say we’ve got a couple hours before the panic sets in. Maybe three if I keep ignoring my phone.”

I grin at him. “Reckless. I like it.”

He grins back, and for a moment, it’s just us. No hangovers, no drama, no shelf-life bullshit. Just Lewis and me, in sync as always.

He kissed me then, and for a moment, the lingering fog of tequila and regret melted away. All that mattered was him—his warmth, his steadiness, his love that he didn’t have to put into words because it was always there, in everything he did.

Lewis always had a way of grounding me, of silencing the noise in my head with something as simple as a kiss. It wasn’t just the feel of his lips—it was the way his hands cupped my face, anchoring me to him, the unspoken reassurance in the way he held me.

He didn’t need words to remind me that we were a team, that no matter how loud the world got, we’d always have this.

And I knew—I’d burn through a thousand hangovers just to feel this peace

“How much trouble are you when Toto sees that post?” I ask after a few moments of us studying each other.

He smirks. “Don’t worry.”

“Remind me to confiscate my phone next time I drink.” I lean back against the headboard, closing my eyes again.

“Not a chance,” he says, and there’s so much affection in his voice it makes my chest ache.

I peek at him through one eye. “You like chaos too much.”

“Maybe.” He shrugs, still grinning. “Or maybe I just like you.”

Damn him.

I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling now, the pain in my head fading to the background. Lewis has that effect on me. He always has.

And as much as I want to give him hell for waking me up, for teasing me, for letting me post that caption in the first place, I can’t bring myself to care.

Because at the end of the day, Lewis is Lewis. And he doesn’t need anyone to tell him who he is.

Although I’ll keep on shouting it from the rooftops if I have to.

Shelf life, my ass.

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[nemesis-dreamer]

My hot take is that I don’t like Hamilton. It’s a hot take because every time I say I don’t like Hamilton, someone says to give it a chance. My brother in Christ, it’s been years, you’re not going to change my mind.

[amuyyi]

she wants me (to be loved) .

synopsis; you have always loved huh yunjin, but not in the way she loved you.

trope; huh yunjin x f!reader, angst, unrequited (?) love, bittersweet ending

wc; 4.6k

cw; idk like one cuss word LMAO

a/n; i swear im still in forever writers block but THIS FIC IS INSPIRED BY THE SHE WANTS ME TO BE LOVED WARRIOR CATS AMV ON YOUTUBE ITS ABOUT BLUEFUR AND THRUSHPELT PLEEEEK WATCH IT AND/OR LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE READING IM JUST SO ARRGGHHH also its almost 4 am i am half asleep i just realllyy wanted to finish this. also i used to be a theatre kid so.

You have always loved Huh Yunjin. But not in the way she loved you.

You recall very vividly the first day you met her.

It was the middle of freshman year of high school, and you had just moved into New York from out of state. Your father had just gotten a new job opportunity, and practically wasted no time packing all of your things to move in the middle of the school year. Perfect. New place, new faces, and definitely no friends. Everything an emotional teenage girl needed in a cruical stage of her development. All of the other students in your classes were nice enough, but everyone already had their established friend groups by now, and you simply didn't fit what they were looking for.

Despite the different environment, there was one thing that this school provided that provided some sort of familiarity.

Theater.

Back in middle school and for the brief semester you had in your old high school, you had always been a fan of the big stage. The music, the dramatics, the acting… It was all so whimsical and alluring to you. How could you not get involved?

(Okay, honestly.. You had gotten really into musical theater in middle school once you found a Hamilton animatic and it became your sole personality trait for a good two years or so–)

Unfortunately, you were too much of a coward to truly put yourself out there like the actors around you. High school insecurities and poor self esteem truly did take its toll on you back then. So instead, you settled for being part of the stage crew. 

You thought that getting involved with a club would make it easier for you to socialize and make friends. You could join a community. Yet somehow, it made everything all the more difficult.

Everybody seemed to already know each other and have their own established friends. On top of that, everyone also seemed to know who they hated as well. You would always overhear what other actors and techies would say about one another and it only just put you off from making friends even more. The whole environment was incredible… cliquey. 

Still, you had nothing else better to do, so you stayed. It was… Fine. You still had no real friends, but you did enjoy doing various tasks around the stage. Working with stage lights, helping prepare costumes, painting backdrops. It keeps you busy. It was routine.

It wasn’t an uncommon sight to walk in on actors practicing their lines or their songs backstage. Back home, you knew everyone involved within the production– including the actors. You would always compliment them and occasionally even provide help whenever you didn’t have your own techy jobs to fulfill. The main problem? This isn't home. Nobody here was your friend.

But when you found a pretty girl practicing for this semester's production of Phantom of The Opera in an empty hallway, you couldn't help but stop in your tracks and stare. You’ve never seen her before. Well, it's not like you bothered to pay much attention to the people around you anymore— but you feel like you wouldn't miss a face like hers.

She had the prettiest brown hair with highlights and the cutest beauty mark near the corner of her mouth. She was pacing around the hall, script in hand as she did various vocal exercises. The sound of her voice echoes off the walls, and it was just as angelic as she looked. 

“Prima Donna, your song shall live again…!” She sings out, her voice at a steady yet powerful vibrato throughout her verse. Her Bel Canto was skilled and practiced, and you can't help but wonder how long she’s been doing this for. Surely she’s overqualified for a simple high school production? You needed to hear more…

She moves her hands in elegant and dramatic forms as she immerses herself into the self-centered character of Carlotta. She played the roke perfectly, considering how most definitely had your attention now.

 “You took a snub, but theres a public who needs you, think of the cr—“

A loud thud rings throughout the hallway, startling the mystery opera singer as well as yourself. Shit. You look down and see the culprit. Well, it was you. you caused the interruption— but more specifically, it was a freshly decapitated mannequin head with a wig you were going to more securely attach to the top. It was a bit of a horrific sight, in all honesty.

Now that you think about it, this prop might actually be for her. Though you didn't have much time to ponder that thought considering the mysterious brown haired beauty has now caught you eavesdropping on her singing.

The head rolls across the tile floor and lands at her feet. You feel your face warm to what was most likely a bright tomato red as she picks it up by its shortened neck, the wig threatening to fall off as it dangles limply off of the top of its head.

“I'm assuming this is yours?” She smiles kindly at you, though a bit wary. Understandable, really. You would be wary of yourself too if you were in her shoes.

“Y-Yeah, sorry…” you nervously laugh, taking the head from her hands as you try to pat the wig back into place. 

“You sounded good, by the way!” You quickly stammer out, absentmindedly hugging the head to your chest, “Like… really good. Seriously.”

The mystery girl laughs at your flustered words, and she waves her hand dismissively. Her cheeks warm bashfully as she shakes her head.

“Thanks but… I have a lot to work on. My tones off, and I still need to memorize these lines by tomorrow…” she trails off, moving to press her back against the wall, sliding and sitting down on the floor.

Fiddling a bit with the mannequin head, you don't allow yourself to think too hard before you suddenly blurt out.

“I-I can help!”

You watch as her pretty brown eyes widen slightly, and

“Really? You sure you arent too busy?

You were actually quite busy, but she didnt have to know that.

“Of course not,” you lie confidently, sticking a hand out, “I’m y/n.”

She eyes your hand curiously, but ultimately shakes it, “Yunjin. Jennifer, if you’d like.”

From then on, you would spend every other day after school with Yunjin, helping her recite her lines, fitting her for costume changes, and even finishing that mannequin head prop for her.

Soon after, your after school hangouts turned into out of school hangouts and then eventual sleepovers every weekend. You learned everything possible about Yunjin. Like how she had always dreamed of being a performer, how she wanted to make it big in the Kpop industry, how she loves snakes…

Since then, you knew you loved her.

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On one seemingly normal spring afternoon, you were abruptly torn away from your sunkissed siesta with the sound of your door being kicked open.

With the growing bond between you and Yunjin, you made the mistake of giving the girl a spare key to your own home. (Oddly enough, your parents werent against the idea. They considered Yunjin like a second daughter.)

You whine out as she grasps at your half asleep form, shaking you aggressively.

“I got accepted into a company, y/n!! I'm gonna be a trainee!”

Eyes shooting open, you try to sit up through the aggressive grip Yunjin had on you.

“No kidding?” You croak out, looking at her with disbelief.

“I'm not!” She cheers, bouncing happily through your bedroom. Trying to match her energy through the grogginess, you slip out of bed, stumbling a bit as you tumble into her arms. Yunjin laughs at your state, wrapping her arms around your waist to keep you steady as she jumps excitedly.

“I’m  going to move back to Korea next month— this is so exciting!!” She squeals out, and your smile falters ever so slightly. Move? To Korea?

Still, you bite back the sickly feeling developing in your stomach as you squeal alongside her.

You were happy for her, and did nothing but support her all throughout her time in Korea. Called her every night after training, sent her pictures of school life without her, even voting for her in that odd survival show she participated in. You did anything and everything you could to be the best friend you could be.

Yunjin always had the stars in her eyes. But in yours? There was only ever her. 

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The day that everything truly changed is still fresh in your mind.

After spending years chasing after Yunjin, it feels like you have finally caught up to her. She's back in the states after her time in Korea, and she's planning on staying. She looked a little different than before, but it was the same old Jennifer you knew and loved— even when missing a few moles and deeper eyebags.

Upon her arrival back home, it was like no time had passed. Once again attached at the hip, as it should be. You practically made it your job to crawl into her skin at any given moment and to pamper her with all of her favorite things. 

You would treat her to meals, spontaneous shopping sprees, and simple girls nights out. All of the good stuff to make up for lost time. Unfortunately, your attempts to keep your best friend happy came with their own obstacles. you would occasionally find advertisements or clips of idols that would show up during your time together, and for just a brief moment, you would see that usual spark within Yunjin’s eyes falter. It was a stark reminder of what she could have had.

It hurt you to see her get reminded of her time as a trainee. It truly was everything she wanted and more. But it was okay, you were here now, and you weren't planning on letting her go this time.

You’d drop any and everything for Yunjin. You allowed her to vent whenever she needed, to come over whenever she wanted, and to indulge in spontaneous late night meals whenever you two felt like it.

Needless to say, your wallet was crying by the time summer was nearing its end, but you didn’t mind at all. Yunjin was back. She was happy. You were happy. Things were finally returning to normal.

The two of you decide on a college to attend together in Boston, both pursuing a major in business. It's neither of your first choices in majors, but it's a good enough money maker in the long run. 

The pair of you sat in Yunjins bedroom, with you comfortably propped up against her bedframe on the floor whilst the brunette lay comfortably on the mattress. You hugged the  djungelskog plushie you had gifted Yunjin some birthday ago close to your chest as you atared at your phone, with Yunjin crunching away on cheez-its as the entire La La Land soundtrack softly plays from the record player in the corner of the room. 

Its nearly less than a month until move in day at Boston University, and you feel beyond giddy. Actual independence? And spending it with your best friend slash secret crush? Your dreams were coming true. Looking through your college dorms on the website, the pair of you converse about the future.

“What kind of theme do you think we should go for our dorm?” you ask, leaning your head against the bed to look up at Yunjin, who was still crunching away contentedly at her snacks.

“I'm not sure… But I do know I want to cover my wall with all of my posters…”

“Ooh! Yeah!! I can add fake flowers on the walls…”

“ Of course, we need a bit of girlish charm— oh! we need to make room for a record player and my guitar.”

“Google maps says there's a 7-eleven near the campus…” you murmur, your short attention prompting you to immediately shift to another topic.

“ Should we go got late night snack runs?”

“Duh.”

“Or maybe if we get tired of the dorm food, we can get equally as crappy convenience store food for instead–”

Suddenly, the music from Yunjin’s phone gets cut off, being replaced with her ringtone (it was Come Inside Of My Heart by IV of Spades ) as she huffs.

“ sorry, hold that thought..” She murmurs, answering the call.

You didn't know any Korean, the only bits you’re familiar with are the phrases Yunjin taught you to talk with her parents (which you also butchered) so you naturally begin to tune out whatever she begins to say on her end. Despite this though, you easily pick up on the shift in tone as she speaks. Professionalism, skepticism, to Shock. That was all you could read off of Yunjin as you looked up from your phone, curiously glancing at her. Her eyes were boggling out of her skull, and she placed a hand over her mouth before ending the call.

The brunette remains frozen in place, hand still over her mouth as a silence passes over the room.

“So….?” You ask, crawling up onto the bed to sit next to her.

Yunjin’s voice is shaky, yet laced with a twinge of excitement and disbelief as she speaks, “I just got a call from Hybe. I… I have the chance to debut.”

You don’t know what came over you at that moment. It felt like the world came collapsing down on you. Right now, you should be happy. Jumping for joy, focusing all on Yunjin and her chance for success. She's been given a real chance to make her dreams come true, even after it seemed impossible, even after all the years of rejection and work. This was all she wanted in life and more— you should be happy? Right?

But you’ve always been a selfish person. Or maybe you convinced yourself you were ever since that day. You don’t know. Maybe in that moment, you realized you could lose everything you’ve been waiting for. You’d lose the girl you've chased after for so many years now. If you didn't do something now, you wouldn’t have the chance to do it ever again. You were a greedy person, so you confess.

“Yunjin, I love you. I always have.”

The words feel like a slap to the face, and it shows. It shows in the way her eyes widen and smile falls. This was a bad idea, but you can't back out now. Your eyes begin to water as your voice cracks.

“I… I don’t want you to go— to leave me…” you choke out, “What about uni? Our dorm? What am I going to do without you?”

You knew you were being manipulative, you knew you were being selfish. But you didn’t care. You wanted her to know how you truly felt. You didn’t want her to leave you, not again. Your heart couldn’t handle it.

Through tears threatening to spill out, you can see her cheeks slowly dust a faint shade of pink as she processes your words. She seems… hesitant. Over what? You weren’t too sure. You weren’t too sure if you even wanted to know. 

The silence that washes over the two of you is beyond suffocating. You feel like you’re drowning, digging your nails into your palms as you look away. If you looked at her, you were scared you’d break, and the tears would begin to flow. After a few moments that feel like hours, she finally responds.

“I believe you have feelings for me…” she begins, voice soft yet strained. For some reason, those words leave a bad feeling in your gut. You muster up enough courage to meet her gaze. She looked just as hurt and conflicted as you felt. Yunjins grip on her phone tightens as she takes a deep breath, continuing, “...but I can’t give this up, y/n. It's my dream.”

That was the moment you knew you truly lost her.

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In another life, you and Yunjin would be at Boston University together, pursuing that business degree that neither of you want.

It's a dream that used to occasionally return to you when Yunjin was overseas. Every now and then, you’d wake up in a cold sweat, and you’d check Yunjins location. She’d still be in Seoul. It was okay though, because you knew she’d always come back. She always came back. Now it haunts you every other night.

The dream is always so incredibly vivid and real. You would wake up to Yunjins many alarms that she somehow manages to sleep through every single time, and you’d peel your eyes opened to your shared dorm room. Though you didn’t have much time to admire the beauty of it all through the sound of an alarm continuously dragging you out of your slumber. She’s always been a heavy sleeper. you’d have to jump on Yunjins sleeping form to even stir her into some form of consciousness.

Yunjin groaned in protest, but you knew her. She wasn’t truly bothered, not when it came to you. Instead of entertaining your futile attempts to wake her up, she would wrap her arm around your waist, dragging you down with her as you squeal out.

She's warm. Her brown bobbed hair has grown out by now, black roots peeking through the top of her head as you join the mess that is her bed (and hair.) She smells like vanilla and wood, and you can't help but laugh into her embrace. You’ll be late to the dining hall for breakfast, but it doesn't really matter. There was a 7-eleven nearby that could provide breakfast while the two of you rushed to your classes– in which you had meticulously planned to have almost every single class together.

After a long day of school, you would return back to your dorm both collapsing on your respective beds as exhaustion settles in. It was decorated just the way you two liked it. With both boy and girl band posters littering the walls alongside some fake vines, flowers, and a multitude of polaroids you two have accumulated over the years. 

Once the two of you move out of the dorms and graduate, you’d find an apartment to share. Dual income and no children, that was the way to live. Alongside a cat and a dog, of course. You’d have a black cat named Binx, and a golden retriever named Dug, something you two had discussed many times before. 

It’s beyond perfect. You lay on the couch, comfortably in Yunjins arms as a blanket is lazily draped over your forms. Binx is settled upon your lap as Dug takes up the space on the rug. The tv is playing Coraline— a staple movie for you two, and you'd smile. Yunjin would lovingly return the grin, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

And then you’d wake up, the grim reality of your situation compared to your dream sending tears flowing down your cheeks. You’re constantly reminded how Yunjin wasn't yours. Not in this lifetime. And it hurt more than anything else.

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You’ve always been there for Yunjin, both before and after she became famous.

In High school, you of course supported her throughout your brief time in the drama club. But you also provided a shoulder to cry on, a free source of math homework answers, a friend.

When she moved back to Korea to become a trainee, you helped her through the rough patches. Hours of dance training, rigorous workouts, and unhealthy dieting took a toll on her. But you were always there through the phone, no matter the time. 

Even after her debut, you remained loyally by her side. Yunjin grew busier and more distant over the years, and it was understandable. You were busy too. With college, internships, and general “adulting,” it was a challenge to remain in contact. Still, when you two did find time to talk, Yunjin would tell you stories of her members, of the rumors and scandals that would plague the group. It hurt to see her hurting, especially knowing you couldn't be there for her like before. But you were glad to see her achieving all she wanted and more.

You hop into one of Yunjins late night livestreams (even if it was the morning for you.) It wasn’t like you couldn’t just call her whenever you wanted, but it was just another one of the little things you would do to continuously support your friend. Yunjin never made a scene whenever you popped in, but always made sure to look for your comments and read them out every single time.

“Sing something from Phantom or you’re lame?” She reads out, a soft laugh slipping past her lips as she does so.

The idol gives the camera a knowing look, one that only could be read by you, and you smile as she clears her throat. Phantom of the Opera is what brought you two together, after all. She spends a few minutes doing short vocal exercises to warm up her voice, and the sight is oddly nostalgic. Yunjin then sits up straight as she begins to sing, and you feel your heart twinge slightly at her song choice.

“Think of me,

Think of me fondly,

When we've said goodbye.

Remember me,

Once in a while,

Please promise me you'll try.” 

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Now here you were, in a completely foreign country, placed in more than accommodating seats within the VIP section of this unfamiliar venue you’ve never even heard of before. There were hordes of men around you, all cheering in a deep voiced mass for the girls on stage. You stuck out like a sore thumb. Yet, there was Yunjin. You watch her, shining brightly on stage whilst donning a fresh head of bright orange hair. It suited her. Her fiery passion, her fierce determination that got her here in the first place, her glowing smile. It was all only a physical expression of who she was on the inside.

Yunjin had insisted on getting you these tickets– even going out of her way to even cover part of your plane ticket here despite you having a very stable and office job now. You tried to tell her you were happy enough to see her from the nosebleed seats in the back, especially since it was all you could afford on such short notice. But she refused, pulling some strings to give you the best seats possible. She wanted you here. More than anyone else.

You’ve seen Yunjin perform before. How could you not? You could vividly recall the way she would sing out and capture the entire crowd’s attention from the stage of your high school’s auditorium. How she would perform with such confidence and precision, how she performed like she was made for this. 

Things have changed a lot since then. There was no business college in your future together anymore. No planned dorms together. No more late night talks. No 7-eleven snack runs. Yet oddly enough, despite the changes, this was seemingly no different than before. Every person in the crowd was entranced, immediately allured by her natural charm and her passionate voice. You included. Just like those many years before, she still managed to have you bewitched on the sidelines while she chases after the spotlight.

So you cheer. Joining the roaring crowd as you call out Yunjins name, a bright smile playing on your lips as you do so. You’ve always been her biggest fan, after all. You swear you saw her make eye contact with you, seemingly providing her an energy boost as she sings out to the audience. She was beautiful, and she knew it.

Once the show is over, you find your way to the backstage area. You tried your best to explain to the security how you were friends with one of the members, and how she invited you back there. Unfortunately, your Korean was less than conversational, and you pretty much looked like an embarrassingly desperate and obsessive fan until Chaewon came and saved the day.

“y/n-nnie! Come, Come!! I saw you in the crowd!!” She chirps out sweetly, abruptly pushing past the guard and dragging you backstage, leaving the security both confused and a bit exhausted. This might not have been the first time the girls have tried to meet with their friends after performances.

There were people everywhere. Stage hands, stylists, makeup artists, and more, all rushing around you two and occasionally praising Chaewon. You felt beyond out of place, and probably looked the part too. Despite having Yunjin as a friend, you’ve never once felt like you were friends with a celebrity. She was simply your Jennifer, and that was more than enough. Being here though, you could truly see the extent of the impact she had on people. How so many people respected her and admired her.

Lost within your thoughts and observations of the crowd, you barely notice when Chaewon lets go of your arm, leaving you to fall victim to a bright orange mass stampeding your way. Without warning, you’re tackled into a hug by none other than Yunjin herself. You swear you see stars as the air gets forced out of your lungs.

“y/n!! You made it!!” She beams, giving you a firm squeeze pulling away to fully take in the sight of you. Her arms are still firmly wrapped around your form as her eyes almost sparkled with pure affection for you. Your cheeks warm at the contact, and you can't help but shyly avoid her gaze. Even after all of this time, she still has the same effect on you. After letting out a soft breath, she quietly murmurs, “I was singing for you, y’know.”

And your heart aches. Aches for what you two could have had. Aches for feelings she chooses not to reciprocate. You want to be angry with her. Despise her for leaving you behind and living this luxurious celebrity life. 

Yet your heart also swells. Swells with pure affection for the girl you love. The way she holds you, how she insists on having you attend, how sweetly she says your name. All of it makes you crumble all too easily. She truly cares for you, and never let the fame change that. You truly were lucky to have her.

“Really, now? You sure you weren't singing for the sea of men you forced me to sit with?” You laugh out, gently shoving her, “I swear I heard a guy say he ditched a family dinner to be there.”

Yunjin loudly laughs at your comment as she shakes her head, “How about you come over to our dorms to celebrate tonight, yeah? We’ll even let you pick a movie – or I’ll make them watch whatever you choose… Please?”

You were a bit hesitant. These were Yunjin’s friends. You didn’t want to intrude, especially after a crazy night like this. Yet, despite your reluctance, Yunjin stares down at you with those damn puppy eyes, and somehow manages to get Eunchae and Chaewon to join in…

“... Okay, fine,” you groan out, feigning disappointment as you see Yunjins eyes light up. “but we’re watching Coraline.”

The girls all cheer and pull you into a tight hug, with Yunjin holding onto you just a bit tighter than the others.

Huh Yunjin loves you. But not in the way you want. Yunjin wants you to be loved. 

And loved you are, even if it means she can't be yours.

[astonmartinii]

signed up for life | lewis hamilton social media au

pairing: lewis hamilton x signlanguageinterpretator!reader

f1 finally introduces a sign language interpretor to their media team

yourusername

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yourusername: ahhhh such a dream come true, my first f1 weekend was an absolute dream and to be able to represent the deaf community on such a big platform was such a pleasure - here's to many more and to normalising sign language on major sports broadcasts !!

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user1: f1 may be going backwards in terms of fia tomfoolery but i'm super happy to see some good progress

user2: why isn't sign language compulsory in schools? seeing y/n has defo inspired me to start learning

lewishamilton: you're such an inspiration and a great addition to the paddock

yourusername: thank you lewis and thank you for the warm welcome <3

user3: f1 finally stepping up the representation game

user4: i was living for the sass in her signing i can't wait to watch her sign the inevitable domestic between toto and christian

charles_leclerc: welcome to the paddock y/n!

yourusername: thank you charles :)

user5: i ship it already

user6: take a day off already lord she's been there one weekend and you're already minimising her to a driver she could date

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f1: how did you guys enjoy y/n y/ln's sky sports debut this weekend? y/n will be on the broadcast team this season as their sign language interpreter!

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user10: she killed it i love her already

user11: the signing was a slay but can we also talk about how she's slaying the fashion game?

user12: finally lewis has some good competition

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alexalbon: welcome y/n !! thank you for the extra help with the hard of hearing fans on friday

user13: huh?

user14: oh a girl on twitter has a thread about this, she's hard of hearing and y/n stopped and acted as translator for her with all of the drivers going into the paddock

user15: omg i love her even more

lewishamilton: can't wait to start my signing lessons

yourusername: you're lucky you've got the best teacher around

user16: uh HELLO?

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yourusername: taking advantage of the mini break

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user17: who told her she could serve this hard?

lilymunhe: gosh i have a crush on you

alexalbon: do i mean nothing to you?

lilymunhe: not compared to her

yourusername: well i am flattered but unfortunately not up for grabs :(

user18: she's not up for grabs ??? we already lost her ???

user19: it's only been like five races who ever it is wasn't messing around

user20: not to be one of those crazy wag conspiracy theorists but the guy in the last slide is defo lewis

lewishamilton: pastries on a boat?

yourusername: idk the guy i was with thought it was a great idea

user21: chatting like it wasn't him they're so shameless

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton: perks to living in monaco

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user22: oh to be rich...

yourusername: hmmm a baguette on a boat

lewishamilton: idk the girl i was with thought it was a great idea

user23: please stop playing with us

georgerussell63: i see my invite was lost in the post yet again

lewishamilton: i wasn't prepared to hear you complain about thirdwheeling the whole time

georgerussell63: clear solution here... invite carmen and it's a double date?

user24: so they're just gonna be like this and just never confirm whether they're together or not?

charles_leclerc: so this is what my boat was used for ?

lewishamilton: i think i'll keep everything that happened on that boat to myself

charles_leclerc: based on that i don't think i want to know

user25: poor guy, getting fucked by ferrari and lewis fucked y/n on his boat

pierregasly: most action he's seen in a while

user26: charles is just catching so many strays 😭

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f1wagupdates: y/n y/ln and lewis hamilton have all but confirmed their relationship after they spent the entire summer break together and arrived to the first race back at spa together. lewis even showed how much time they've been spending together by signing during a tiktok filmed for mercedes' account. what do you think of the couple?

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user39: they're so so cute that's my PADDOCK POWER COUPLE

user40: they are too sexy it should be illegal for them to be so sexy

user41: can't wait for some bitter old men to say that she can't be on the broadcast team cause of "bias"

user42: i need them to stand on me

user43: i think they might actually be the best f1 couple ever soz

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yourusername: yeah i guess he won yet another race but we all know his biggest win is off the track

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user44: mama knows her worth i love her

lewishamilton: never doubt that you're my biggest prize

yourusername: i love youuuuuuuuuu

lewishamilton: leave your meeting and come home please

user45: move over roscoe i'm their dog now anything to be with them

roscoelovescoco: ????

lilymunhe: give me a chance i swear

alexalbon: i regret ever introducing you two

yourusername: oh please albono you love any excuse to hang out with us

lewishamilton: yea i don't hear you complaining on our double dates

user46: lily, y/n, lewis and alex all double date ???? kill me.

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lewishamilton: getting to the end of the season and the hard work is paying off. we keep pushing until the end but always remember to take time to be with the ones you love

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user47: only this man could make a race win post so sappy

yourusername: proud of you baby

lewishamilton: i love you

user48: the fact that lewis is so good at signing now he could do most of his post race interview in bsl (though he still needs y/n there for reassurance)

user49: i was there and interlagos had a mainstage activity of y/n teaching basic sign language I LOVED IT

mercedesamgf1: let's go lewis 💪

roscoelovescoco: lets goooooooo dads

user50: guys i worked out that sign we always see lewis and y/n do to each other that's not on any of dictionaries i've looked at - it's their sign names and saying they love each other

user51: they're so fucking cheesy but i love them

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mercedesamgf1: LEWIS HAMILTON IS FINALLY AN EIGHT TIME CHAMPION OF THE WORLD 🏆

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user52: OMFG IT FINALLY HAPPENED I NEEDED THIS SO MCUH

yourusername: speechless honestly

lewishamilton: really? cause all i heard was screaming on the broadcast

yourusername: FALSE I WAS PROFESSIONAL

user53: the way i knew he would win but i don't know what to do with myself now it has happened?

roscoelovescoco: congrats dad !!!!

georgerussell63: mega season from lewis 🏆 we go again next season 💪

lewishamilton: thank you george, your time will come

user54: the kiss... parents for real

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yourusername: this season has been a rollercoaster but two things have stood out to me. 1. i met the love of my life and the man i will be with for the rest of my life and was able to watch the man i love make history and i couldn't be prouder. 2. i got to represent my community on one of the biggest platforms ever and inspire people to pick up the beautiful language of sign language which is the most rewarding part of my job!! thank you so much for this opportunity, the love and for taking the journey into sign language, we welcome you xx

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user53: no i love you so much and your addition to f1 is invaluable

user54: you guys are so cute and so inspiring, really god's favourites

lewishamilton: i love you so much, thank you for your love and support and for introducing me to this beautiful language

yourusername: you're such an inspiration to me baby, you're a record holder and the holder of my heart

landonorris: lord i might throw up

yourusernme: if you're not here to congratulate STFU

landonorris: my bad, congrats (you guys are so grossly in love)

user55: they're so parents it's now illegal for them to divorce

f1: thank you for educating us, we'll see you next season !

note: hope y'all enjoy, i'm partially deaf in both ears and am currently learning BSL to feel closer to my community and had this idea. i wish this was an actual position in f1 but hopefully in the future xx

[charlesslut16]

-you are distracting-

summary : you think lewis is ignoring you because he is childish but there is something else...

PAIRING : lewis hamilton x fem!reader

WARNINGS : curse words

note : i watched the monaco gp while i wrote this, so hopfully this won't have an mistakes. And tell me who you are supporting.

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How was it possible that somebody could have so much influence on your life? You despised him with your whole being.

"Go fuck yourself." You muttered, because he was ignoring you again. Lewis turned his head around to you very slowly. Finally. Lewis decided to finally look at you.

"I beg your pardon?" he said in a low voice. Making you feel something deep in side you.

"Oh now you are hearing me" you snapped at him, obvious anger in your tone. He arched an eyebrow at you. 

"Have you ever thought about, that I am ignoring you for a reason?" He answered. "Believe me, I have." you said through clenched teeth. Lewis didn't like you, that was his fucking reason. And it was fucking childish.

He took a step towards you, you took one back, not wanting him close. Because whenever he was near, your mind got these stupid thoughts. How nice he smelled and that he was even better looking at a near distance.

But it was like a damn´dance, you built some space between you only to have him close the gap you had just created. You tensed when you felt the wall in your back. 

He cornered you, placed both his hands on either side of your head. He leaned in close until his lips brushed your ear, making you shudder.

"And what do you believe the reason to be, pretty girl?" his voice was deep and rough, goosebumps spread all over your skin. Fucking shit. The effect he had on you.

You swallowed. Your voice was breathless when you spoke. "It's because you are an arrogant asshole." His deep chuckles filled the small space between the two of you.

"Is that so?" Lewis whispered while he turned his a little until his lips were only inches apart from your own. "Absolutely." you rasped, and the next second his lips crashed in to yours. You gasped into his mouth at the sudden contact between you both.

Giving him the best opportunity to push his tongue in to your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, you're giving up, as his hand went around your throat.

Lewis held your head with one of his big hands, as the other was around your throat giving you a light squeeze, the skin feeling rough but good on your soft face.

He groaned into your mouth, when you bit down onto his bottom lip slightly. That's when you realized, you were kissing him back, moaning against his lips whenever he did a magical thing with his tongue.

When he pulled away to catch his breath and his now dark eyes met yours, he whispered in your ear with that hoarse voice that drove you crazy every time you heard it.

"It is because you drive me out of my fucking mind, gorgeous. I can't think straight when you are close. You're a fucking distraction, always, and I can't bring myself to stop thinking about you."

"Wha-"

"Every time we are in the same room, my eyes drift to yours and I'm distracted. When you come on to a room, it lights up, y/n. You are my light. Every damn time I see you, I want to kiss you and never let go"

"Lewis..."

"You think you know why I'm ignoring you? You're wrong, princess. I don't want to see you, actually the opposite. I want to hold you, kiss you and every other thing you let me do to you."

And then he lets's go of you, leaving you completely flustered and speechless. You felt confusion go through your body and mind. What did just happen? You couldn't grip what you felt towards him.

[snek-of-eden]

Star Trek AMV Masterpost (ongoing)

I feel like amvs are so often forgotten in fandom culture, so here's a list of my favourites! All are on YouTube, and all credit goes to the original creators. the links should take you straight there. (the majority of these are spirk, but there's definitely variety!!) some of these are pretty popular, others obscure, but they're all amazing and you should totally check them out. My all time fav ones are marked with a 💙.

Spirk:

Star Trek || A Thousand Years - [Kirk/Spock] -- this one is super well known, incredibly crafted, a beautiful homage to TOS Spirk and their journey that fades seamlessly into AOS through Spock Prime's memories 💙

Kirk/Spock - If I Were Gay -- absolutely hilarious TOS amv that feels like a parody, I laughed my ass off. all the suggestive scenes and hella funny lyrics to accompany it

Kirk & Spock │Renegades -- amazing x ambassadors song, the lyrics fit them so well and the colouring was spot on. TOS going through the original series and the movies!! 💙

Kirk & Spock │ Come right back to you -- exploration of TOS spirk's bond interspersed with show quotes and the most melancholic soundtrack. shed a tear at this one

Spock and Kirk Feel Again - A Star Trek Music Video -- absolute BANGER of a One Republic song, a TOS amv focusing on Spock and Kirk (with some stunning song parallels to Spock's emotions and the lyrics!)

Star Trek TOS | Two Slow Dancers - [Kirk + Spock] -- would you like to cry today? do you want to sob into your pillow? then this is the video for you. Mitski and TOS Spirk together is a gorgeous combo, and the editing is /on point/

Star Trek - Can't Help Falling In Love (Kirk/Spock) -- an oldie but a goodie, Jim and Spock's ballad of love all throughout TOS and the movies

Keep Holding On (Kirk/Spock) -- its the combo you never knew you needed! glee and Star Trek!! show tunes, glitter, and a completely TOS movie based amv about the events of Search For Spock and The Voyage Home

Running Up That Hill (Kirk/Spock) -- Kate Bush cover and Star Trek TOS? yes fucking please. don't diss the Kate Bush, people. ITS NOT CRINGE HERE. all your swoon-worthy, love-for-the-ages spirk content, some suggestive scenes spliced in the middle, a lot of amok time hehe

K/S (Kirk/Spock) - FUN -- adrenaline inducing AOS spirk fighting amv set to Troye Sivan!! some seriously talented editing and a very pretty AOS colouring

Spirk 'Blank Space' -- christ, this video was what got me to actually watch AOS. One of the only AOS amvs I cherish with my whole heart. the song is a cover of Taylor Swift's Blank Space - and imo it's even better than the original. I've ranted about the editing on a lot of these but this one just about takes the cake. fucking gorgeous 💙

Spock/Kirk - Blue (Star Trek TOS/AOS) -- angsty af and set to Halsey's 'Colors', this one'll get you sobbing. more slow-paced. also, both TOS and AOS!!

Spock / Kirk - Stay {TOS/AOS} -- Hurts is such an underrated artist but so many of their songs are spirk coded!! Very pretty edit, lots of parallels

Kirk/Spock - Landslide -- Fleetwood Mac and some lovely melancholic TOS movie reminiscing about Kirk and Spock's relationship as they're growing older and losing their youth

Kirk/Spock - Wait for It -- calling all Hamilton fans, this one'll be right up your alley. TOS fading into AOS and focusing primarily on Kirk and Spock's dynamic through Spock's perspective. fast paced and fucking wicked

Star Trek: Kirk/Spock || Hold on -- the obligatory Hold On amv (I feel like every fandom has one lol). AOS, spirk, some great angst here!

James T. Kirk:

James T. Kirk | I'll Be Good -- absolutely STUNNING exploration of AOS Kirk's character and psyche, done with gorgeous editing and colours and scene selection. I'm not a huge AOS fan but I played this on repeat for a week. Song is I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young, which is incredibly Jim Kirk coded. so so amazing 💙

Icarus | Jim Kirk [HD] -- snappy cuts and a great portrayal of AOS Kirk. Spirky undertones but nothing explicit. super poignant lyrics

Little Talks - Captain Kirk Tribute: A Star Trek Music Video -- captivating, beautifully edited amv by First Officer Nims (who make some of the best amvs I've watched), one of the most meaningful TOS Kirk videos I've had the pleasure of finding. It's constantly in my head, in my heart, in my soul. 10/10 💙

{James T. Kirk} BI BI BI -- all y'all bi Jim truthers, this one's for you. all of Jim's fruitiest moments from TOS (and behind the scenes) gathered into one camp edit and set to the glorious sounds of NSYNC!! featuring "are there men on this planet", "they seem to be bisexual" and Jim nearly kissing McCoy ;) 💙

jim kirk's babiest moments | fanvid -- not exactly an amv but it's close enough!! exactly what it says on the tin - TOS Jim being the most babygirl ever, pouting, flirting with spock and bones, fighting people by throwing himself at them, and much more. go watch it, you'll thank me

Spones:

What's On Your Mind | Spones || Star Trek [TOS] -- a masterfully put together and downright hilarious eighties-themed spock/bones TOS amv!! (featuring both Nimoy and Kelley's voices in the actual song recording)

Spock & Bones • Hopeless place -- two words: RIHANNA COVER. it's short, its AOS, it's fuckin Rihanna. what is there not to love? I have nothing more to say. go listen to Rihanna

The Night We Met || Spones -- Lord Huron and TOS Spones amv, it's just a general lovely video, great editing and the lyrics fit them so well. I felt Lots of Emotions watching this, and so will you

[Star Trek] Spock/McCoy - Please Don't Leave Me -- beautifully put-together video for TOS' Spock and Bones. It's giving so much 'we're divorced but still in love' energy. painful and funny and the bridge of the song is just *screams incoherently* 💙

You Had A Bad Day -Spock/McCoy *Slash* -- sobbing at this one, TOS and absolutely chefs kiss. scene selection is on point, it tells a full story. creator has found what I consider to be the holy grail of Bones' best angsty moments

Star Trek In General:

Star Trek - This Is Me -- I will be preaching about this video for the rest of my fucking life. think of every positive adjective you can; they all do nothing to describe how wonderful this amv is. Greatest Showman is good on its own... when you add Star Trek into the mix something beautiful happens. an absolute anthem of positivity and inclusivity and everything Star Trek is at its heart. Clips taken from every show, but especially DS9, Discovery and the AOS movies!!! probably my favourite on the whole list 💙

Star Trek || I'll keep coming -- very very well done HD AOS amv about the whole cast. feels like a movie. the creator has put so much effort into this and it pays off!! great homage to AOs as a whole

Star Trek | You Are Loved -- AOS tribute to the soundtrack of Lights by Sleeping At Last. Perfect cuts, great lyrics, big fan

[Star Trek: TOS] Party Rock Anthem -- the video for those who want to bust their ass laughing. superb chaos, you will have no idea what's happening and it will be fabulous

Star Trek DS9 - Last Friday Night -- the DS9 group bullshitting around and having a whale of a time for almost four minutes straight. ever wanna show a friend just how weird Star Trek really is? this'll do it. it's like if three hundred punch drunk aliens threw a queer party! wahoo!

Assorted Others:

Garak x Bashir - Hooked -- sexy, dangerous, catchy garashir amv with perfect beat drops and lyrics to die for. fucking sweet, I have this on repeat

Undisclosed Desires | Deep Space Nine -- DS9 Bashir/Garak slash, amazing editing and a sick ass song. Really shows off their - again - dangerous dynamic and the 'I can make him better' 'I can accept his violence' aspects of their relationship

King of Shadow ★ Garashir -- a more intimate, kind-hearted look into Bashir/Garak's relationship, less fast-paced and on-edge. Superb and filled with lies and whispers. love this one!

ϟ twenty years || Jim|Spock|Bones [TOS] -- melancholic but still quick-paced TOS McSpirk exploration. goes through the original series and the movies

Scotty/Uhura- "Hey Soul Sister" -- sweet and utterly adorable lil scotty/uhura amv. fluff fluff and more fluff!! big fan, I am such a simp for the cuteness omg

Garak/Bashir | ST: DS9 | Some Boys -- back on the dangerous garashir shit, this is the stuff of my best nightmares. amazing editing and the song choice is spot on. I've had the single by Death Cab For Cutie on Spotify repeating for a week *heart eyes*

Kathryn Janeway || Soldier -- I'm a big Voyager fan, and this is the perfect tribute to Janeway. It shows exactly how her character works, getting right into her head, and the whole thing is action packed. Paced spectacularly and argh just amazing

Those are some of my favourites!! Please go check some of them out! There are so many more, and the list is growing every day. AMV creators are amazing and I'm kissing you all on the forehead. thank you for your service 💙. I'm in the process of making a public YouTube playlist with all of these on it, so if you want to have that I'll probably link it eventually!!

[formula1fanfiction]

Lewis Hamilton / George Russell

Title: Something a little more permanent

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton / George Russell

Characters: Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Lando Norris, Toto Wolff.

Prompt: George and Lewis are fuck-buddies but fall in love with each other only neither of them know how to communicate with each other.

Lewis really doesn't know how he would describe his and George's relationship. They fuck a lot, it's something they've been doing since 2019. George is always so happy and so willing to get a good hard fuck from Lewis. Yet at the same time, it feels like more than sex, at least to Lewis but it's something they've never spoke about.

Monaco qualifying has always been challenging and the whole weekend he's been full of pent up frustration and rage. That's why he had text George, and the younger man had turned up within fifteen minutes, his overnight bag tucked under his arm, already prepped and ready to go. God, Lewis loves him.

Lewis doesn't waste a single second, he tears off George's clothes and bends him over, his ass high in the air, glistening with lube, just begging for Lewis to take him. "Are you ready?" Lewis nudges the head of his cock against his entrance. "Please." That's all the permission Lewis needs, he slams inside of him with one swift thrust, George purrs obediently underneath him. "Fuck, you look so good stretched out on my cock."   

"Please Lewis." George's hands are fisting the bed sheets, just waiting for Lewis to give him something. Lewis does give him what he wants, this isn't love making, they agreed on just rough sex, so he pulls out, just leaving the head inside and slams back inside forcefully. The motion sends George sprawling up the bed, as Lewis repeats the motion and slams into him again, even harder this time.

"Mine, all mine George. Only I get to have you like this." Lewis digs his fingers into George's hips, so tightly, that's he's going to have some explaining to do when Toto sees the finger shaped bruises. He's suspects Toto knows what they are up to anyway, it sends a spark or something up Lewis' spine. "All yours Lew."

Lewis sets a rough, deep pace, he wants this to be as pleasurable for George as it is for him, he angles his thrusts until he hits that bundle of nerves inside George. "Right, there, right there." Lewis smashes into it with every thrust, watching George's body shake from the pleasure.

"I want to look at you, when you come from my cock." George makes a noise of protest, as Lewis pulls out of him, his hole slightly swollen and twitches around nothing. Lewis roughly flips him onto his back and slams back inside of him again.

George looks at anything other than Lewis as he sets a brutal pace, fucking into him with all his might, purposefully missing his prostate, just to hear him beg for it. "Please Lewis, I need to come, please." Lewis slams into his prostate, George raises his hips and groans in response. "Yes, yes.." Lewis changes his angle yet again pounding into his prostate, with every thrust. George growls, relishing the pleasure he's finally been given, he's such a good boy, so responsive."Are you going to come from my cock without being touched?" It's the words that finally send him over the edge, he groans as he comes, spurting his thick load over his own stomach.

"Such a good boy for me, Georgie." Lewis bites down on the younger man's shoulder, he feels tight as vice wrapped around Lewis and it's enough to push him over the edge. He groans out a mixture of incoherent words as he spills inside of George.  

Lewis presses a hard kiss to George's temple, it's the first time he notices the sad look on George's face. His release is still evident on his body, there is no need for him to have a scowl like that.

"What's wrong Georgie?" Lewis tries to look George in the eye, one small tear starts rolling down his cheek, panic quickly sets in, did he hurt George? Sometimes he forgets just how sensitive George can be. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, i'm fine." George wipes his tears away with the back of his hand, his voice is shaky like he's trying not cry. "You didn't hurt me, i'm just tired." George falls asleep soon after that, but he lets Lewis spoon him all the same. He can't quite shake the feeling something's wrong. "Goodnight, George."

Something pulls Lewis from his sleep, he glances over at the clock on his bedside which reads 3:47am. Lewis sighs happily, knowing he'd have a little longer to sleep. At least until he realises, it's George's crying that has woke him up.

George has pulled away from him and into a ball, his face is red and blotchy thanks to the mess of tears running down his face. The sight alone breaks Lewis' heart. He shuffles a little closer and wraps his arms around George's shaky body. "Georgie, love. What's wrong?"

A soft, pathetic whimpers leave George's throat, then suddenly he turns ice cold. "If you don't know Lewis, then I don't know what to tell you." George shuffles away, until he's precariously hanging on to the edge of the bed. George quickly cuts him off, before he gets the chance to say anything. "Don't say anything, I don't want to hear it." Lewis lets George have his moment, when George is ready to talk, he knows exactly where he is. It takes a while, but he finally manages to fall asleep again.

Lewis wakes up again, to the sound of his phone alarm this time, he groans in protest, it's race day and he's starting from a shit position. It's only when he sits up, does he notice George is already awake and fully dressed. It's obvious just by looking at him that he's had a bad night, his eyes are red and puffy.

"Did you not sleep well?" Lewis raises an eyebrow. "I usually leave you happy and satisfied, after a good hard fuck. What happened?" It's a cheap dig and Lewis isn't really sure why he said it. He feels even worse, when George doesn't say something sassy back, he jumps onto his feet and sighs.

"Maybe it takes more than just casual sex" George makes his way over to the door. "I'm going to go for breakfast." And just like that, he leaves Lewis feeling more confused than ever. Lewis quickly gets dressed and follows George out of the room, for once in his life he doesn't care about his fashion, he just wants to make things right with George.

Lewis finds George sat with Alex and Lando. Alex has an arm wrapped around George's shoulder and Lando is shooting him a concerned glance. They are clearly talking about him, judging by the death stare Lando shoots him once he arrives in the restaurant.  

"Good morning Lewis." Valtteri pats him on the shoulder. "Are you okay, you seem sad?" Valtteri follows Lewis' gaze to George, who is now wrapped in a full cuddle from Alex. "Trouble in paradise?" The Fin chuckles and walks away, realising he's getting no response from Lewis.

Lewis decides to chance and takes the seat next to Lando, across from judge. "George, if i've done something, can you please just tell me?" George abruptly pulls away from Alex, just noticing Lewis has joined them. "You just don't get it, do you?" George stands up and storms off.  

"For god sake Lewis, stop playing with his feelings, I better go and find him." Lando stands up, but Toto Wolff storms over with a face like thunder. "Thank you Norris, but it seems Lewis has caused this problem, it should be him." Lewis knows it's pointless to argue with his team principal and gets up to leave. "Just read the room Lewis." Toto adds softly as he walks away.

He doesn't have to go far, he finds George tucked behind a corner, his knees pulled up to his chin, still crying. "Hey." Lewis sits down beside him. "Can you please tell me what's wrong?"  

George sighs. "I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this." His watery blue eyes flicker up and meet Lewis' warm brown ones. "I didn't mind being your slut, not at first it's just now you're going to Ferrari I guess I thought we'd end up something more permanent." George breaks down into another fit of tears, and honestly Lewis couldn't be more confused. It hurts that George felt like his slut but Lewis does love George, more than anything and he had thought he'd been clear with his feelings. Obviously not.   

"You do know I love you George, right?" Lewis reaches for George's hand, but he quickly pulls his own hand away. "You can't just say that because of what I just said, you have to mean it."

"I do mean it, i'm sorry George, I thought you knew." George stops crying and looks up at Lewis. "In what world, how was I supposed to know? You keep saying weird things in the media about me, everyone thinks you hate me, then I start to believe it too and then I get texts asking if you can fuck me. How do you think that makes me feel?"  

"fuck, I'm so sorry George, you're right. My racing relationship and my physical relationship with you is two separate things and i've been so angry with how shit the car is, I guess I started taking it out on you. I'm sorry George, I do really love you."

"So, i'm not just your slut?" George rubs his tears away, his smile finally breaks through. "You said, you thought we would become something more permanent, do you still want that?"  

"More than anything Lew, I just want to be yours." Lewis offers his hand and helps George onto his feet. "Okay, let me prove it to you." George nods. Lewis' heart is pounding, he's about to take the biggest decision of his life but if this is what he takes to prove his love to George, then so be it.  

George gasps as Lewis roughly pulls him by the arm out of the hotel lobby and back into the breakfast room. He finds Toto, Lando and Alex in conversation with each other, which is perfect because those are the guys he needs to prove himself to "Guys, I have an announcement to make"

Toto looks from Lewis' smiling face, to George's very confused one and raises an eyebrow at them. Lando has his arms folded and Alex looks mildly intrigued. "Go on then, Lewis."

What is the least cringe way, to announce your relationship? "Hello everyone I would like to introduce you to my boyfriend, George Russell" Okay, he definitely failed in the cringe department but George's beaming smile makes it all worth it.  

Toto smiles. "So this is your coming out then." Lewis nods. "I assume that means we have your approval?" Lando giggles and it feels like Lewis is missing out on something. "It's taken you long enough, George has been pining over you for years." Toto is beaming. "Of course, I approve."

"I love you Lewis." George has tears in his eyes again, at least this time they are happy ones. "I love you too, George."  

[r4ikkonen]

Fem Hamilton x Verstappen married??

FEM!HAMILTON X VERSTAPPEN |MARRIED|

A/N Hey!!I didn’t quite understand this request but I hope I wrote it well, thank uu for requesting enjoy reading this!💘

It’s been a year since I’ve been married to Max and honestly it’s been great.Of course we’ve had our rough patches but nothing that we couldn’t make up for.He’s been a wonderful husband and living in Monaco with him is such a dream.The only problem is work.We are both occupied with work and we barely see each other because he travels a lot.I have a lot of work on my own too, turns out being a lawyer isn’t easy.Whenever Max is away he always makes sure he sends me flowers and other gifts.He really cares about me and I care for him.This week we’ll spend together.I cant wait for him to come home.I missed him so much.

After I’ve came home from work I saw two messages from Max.A slight smirk appeared on my face as I’ve went to shower.It was 5pm already and I couldn’t wait for Max to come tomorrow.I went to lock the door and watch some Netflix before I fall asleep.Suddenly someone got in.It caught my by surprise because noone other than me and Max have the house key.When I looked my eyes went wide.It was Max standing there with his Louis Vuitton backpack and two luggages.

“MAX!” I yelled reaching out to him

“Babyyy hii!!” He lifted me up, I’ve missed you so much I didn’t want to way till tomorrow”

I locked eye contact with him and pressed a deep kiss onto his lips.I could feel his heart beating fast.He was so warm and I felt sad when I had to let go of him after I hugged him.

“Maxie you stink let’s go take a shower” I teased pulling his arm to the bathroom

He had let me take him to the bathroom.We both got our clothes off and hopped in the shower.After we showered we went straight to the bed.I felt his arms absorbing me and I’ve missed his touch so much.It’s been weeks since we’ve slept in the same bed.

The next morning I had a day off so I went with Max to the paddock.Max drove us there and we’ve had fun the whole time.When we arrived to the garage I heard someone calling me.

“Hey mrs. Hamilton or should I say Verstappen!” Horner yelled while taking of his headphones, he looked like he was figuring out the track.

“Oh Horner hi!Great to see you again.” I pulled on a fake smile and shaked his hand.Max knew how much I hated Horner even tho he was only good to Max.

I’ve followed Max to the motorhouse so we can grab something to drink.After I said hi to everyone we went to straight to the fridge to get some Red Bulls to drink.we sat on the sofa and watched TV until it was Max’ time to qualify.We still had 2 hours to kill so we’ve spent it in the Motorhouse.

I snuggled up next to him feeling so comfortable in his chest.

“You know I still can’t believe that we’re married, I know it’s been a year but it feels like a dream to me” Max said with a thick Dutch accent placing his head on mine.

“Me too, But I really wish that I could see you everyday” I said with a sad smile.

“Y/N you know we’ll make it work, just wait two more years and I’ll retire and then we will always ne together.We can even start a family!” Max said full of hope, his words made me feel better and I knew that it’s worth it waiting for Max.

He placed me on top of him and pulled me in to a kiss which turned out to be a make out session.We were getting reslly comfortable on that sofa forgetting that other people might come in and see this freakish scene.

As soon as Max placed a kiss on my neck Horner rushed in the Motorhouse and yelled out searching for Max.Both me and Max jumped from our seats hoping Horner didn’t see any of it.

“Uhm Max, don’t get too freaky before the race c’mon we have to go” Horner said, Winking at me.I’ve never felt more uncomfortable but Max just pulled me into a big hug.We were so lazy and we didn’t want to do anything except to cuddle each other..

[hbowarbabes]

Letter from a Lover

John “Bucky” Egan x Roxanne Vernon (OC)

Summary: As Bucky sits in his barrack watching as the others receive letters, he’s surprised to find out there’s one for him.

Words: 1.2k

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Bucky sat in silence as he smoked his cigarette, staring out the small window at the snowy, barren landscape that surrounded the prison camp. The bitter cold air seeped through the cracks in the walls, chilling him to the bone. He longed for warmth, for freedom, for the sweet taste of home.

He never knew how much he’d miss Roxanne until now. He couldn’t just talk to her or take her out like he once did.

Roxanne was his lifeline, his safe space, his everything. Without her, Bucky felt like a man without a purpose.

As he sat, lost in his thoughts, a voice broke through the stillness. "Mail call!" a man called out, reading the names on each letter. Bucky didn’t think he’d be receiving anything from anyone.

“Okay. Uh, Murphy?” The man pulled one of the letters, handing it to the man sitting next to Buck.

“Finally.” Murphy took the letter.

“Murphy.” Once again, the man handed Murphy another letter. Two letters. What a lucky man, Bucky thought.

“Hamilton.

“Thanks.” From the other side of the table, Hamilton got up and reached for the letter.

“And Cleven.”

Bucky watched in despair as his friend received the last of the letters. That already confirmed what Bucky had been thinking. He wasn’t getting anything.

“Oh- there’s another.” The man rummaged through the box of letters in his arm, pulling out one last letter.

“Egan.”

Bucky couldn’t believe it. He slowly reached to claim the letter, still in a state of shock. His heart skipped a beat as the man handed him a letter with familiar handwriting on the envelope. Roxanne’s handwriting.

“That’s it, fellas.” The man, not having any more correspondence to hand out, left the cramped barrack and continued about his mail delivery to the other men.

With trembling hands, Bucky tore open the letter and began to read. As Bucky read, Roxanne's words seemed to leap off the page, painting a vivid picture of her life without him.

"Dear Bucky," the letter began.

“I hope this letter finds you safe and well, wherever you are. For the past few months, I thought I’d never hear your name again.

Recently, I was informed that you’re still alive. That’s the best news I’ve heard in months.

I know it's been a while since we last saw each other, but please know that you are always in my thoughts and prayers. I miss you more than words can express.

It hurts knowing that I don’t have you to keep me company or sing in that awful voice of yours. I never thought I’d have to say this, but I do miss hearing you sing.

The days seem to drag on longer than they should. Working at the clinic is the only thing keeping my mind off you. But even then, I still worry. Life feels empty without you in it.

Every day I find myself looking at our pictures and reminiscing about the beautiful memories we’ve shared. I can still feel your embrace and hear your laughter, and it always brings a smile to my face.

Sometimes I just feel so helpless knowing you’re probably suffering in some hellhole while I’m enjoying the luxuries of freedom.

My friends keep trying to convince me to go out. I did once. We went to the officers’ club one night, and I spent the whole night staring at the stage and the microphone, thinking back to the night we first met. It all feels so far away now.

There is something I’ve been wanting to tell you for some time now. I know this might come as a surprise, but I couldn't wait any longer to share this news with you.

I’m pregnant. You are going to be a father! I found out a few weeks after you left. Hopefully this news will cheer you up as much as it did for me.

I’m not working as much as before, but I’m still trying to be productive. Jean and Sandra are taking good care of me. They are always keeping an eye on me, maybe more than they should. It’s honestly pretty scary how they always know where I am and what I’m doing, but I know it’s all with good intentions.

As of now, I wait for the day that we can be reunited. I’ll write to you as much as I can. It’s all I can do to help pass time whenever I’m not working. It’s the one thing that makes it feel like you’re here with me even if you’re miles away.

You wrote to me, and now it’s my turn. It would only be fair for me to hold up my end of the deal. And it’s a deal I will take any day if it means I can keep your spirits up.

Please take care of yourself. I’d like for our child to have a father.

I am eagerly waiting for the day when I can see your face again.

All my love,

Roxanne.”

Bucky's heart nearly stopped as he read the last parts of the letter. Roxanne was pregnant, carrying their child. He felt a surge of emotions wash over him - happiness, fear, excitement, and a deep sense of responsibility.

As tears welled up in his eyes, Bucky couldn’t believe it. He had feared that the war would keep them apart forever, but now he had something to hold onto, a reason to stay alive and to make it back home.

He never thought someone like him would be able to have a future with a woman, let alone start a family. And now it was all happening. A part of him wanted to believe he was dreaming.

His friend Buck noticed the change in his demeanor and raised an eyebrow. “What’s got you smiling all of a sudden?”

All the guys looked at Bucky, eager to hear of whatever news got him teary-eyed.

Bucky looked up, his eyes shining with a mix of joy and apprehension. "I’m gonna be a father." he said, unable to contain his emotions.

The thought of coming home to not just Roxanne, but also their child filled him with a sense of joy. He couldn't wait to meet his child, to hold them in his arms and look into their eyes.

Bucky's mind raced with thoughts of how he would be able to provide for his growing family from inside the confines of the prison camp. How would he support Roxanne and their unborn child? Would he even be able to make it out of the camp alive to meet his child?

No. He couldn’t think about that.

As he tucked the letter away in his jacket, Bucky felt a renewed feeling of hope and resolve. He had to make it back home to Roxanne and their child, no matter what it took.

Knowing that Roxanne was pretty far along, and that he might not be there for the birth of his child hurt him like a stake in the heart. He felt terrible knowing that Roxanne would have to go through the pain alone. But like she said, she just wanted him to come home, and nothing more.

In the weeks and months that followed, Bucky held onto Roxanne's letter like a lifeline. He read it over and over again, committing every word to memory. The words on the paper were more than just some simple exchange. That was his future, all in that letter.

[leclercskiesahead]

There's something genuinely wrong with you.

1. "Oh wow I missed the part where Carlos is Charles’ ‘future’ teammate instead of his current one. Some basic reading comprehension is highly recommended but I’m not surprised. You chirlies all seem to lack it." I never said you're talking about Carlos I said the character traits you have mentioned belong to CARLOS SAINZ and I simply gave you the recent examples would you like some more?

2. "Charles pushed Lewis off track when defending and later did another dangerous move in Monza 2019. And he’d already been black and white flagged btw. He was extremely lucky not to be penalised. If everything you claim Carlos did in Monza was illegal (casually left out Charles’ own lockup) then Monza 2019 was a slam dunk Lewis win."

I have included a video which you I'm sure didn't watch is from Jolyon Palmer who is unfortunately not a "Chirlie" saying its an illegal move which you lot refuse to accept because it wasn't broadcasted. Secondly it was Carlos who was risking the result because HE WAS MOVING UNDER BREAKING so if you call Charles move illegal that means Carlos is worse no? Just because he was not black and white flagged as you claim Ferrari drivers are not penalised in Monza right? So that cancels out your whole argument

3. "In China, Charles himself missed the apex so he can’t complain about anything anyone else does." EXCUSE ME???? EXCUSE ME????

It was CARLOS SAINZ WHO MISSED THE APEX you really never watched a single session in your live haven't you? Attached the video. Again it's a slam dunk penalty but Carlos is not investigated because it's a teammate incident https://x.com/EllySensei_/status/1781548681822601268?t=XN4jWqzS0GXW0o98B7G1Ng&s=19

4. Fred himself refuted the so called “damage” in Barcelona that Charles claimed he got on his car from “contact” with Carlos. Charles was just pulling excuses out of his ass.

The picture I added literally has the piece of front wing you dumbass at least bother to look but don't worry I'll point that out for you.

5. All 3 examples you want to bring up are just pure hard racing and it seems Charles can’t handle that because he complained about all of them except funnily enough, Monza. Maybe he knows he got lucky. Good for him! He’s not a hypocrite!

Wow wow wow moving under braking pushing teammate off track twice and hitting your teammate is now hard racing. I can give you more examples but you're the hypocrite here. And you're proud about being dumb as well it's actually insane.

6. "And if Singapore is soooooo hard to overtake on then Charles’ volunteering to start on softs would have gotten him P2, already an improvement from his own qualifying. Wow what a sacrifice."

LOL are you actually that dense or pretend to be? He was on softs he was faster than Carlos he would've overtaken Carlos he literally sacrificed his race by staying behind Carlos because Carlos was so much slower than George he would've been vulnerable and he would've burned his tyres which is Carlos' speciality. He created the FIVE SECOND buffer that helped Carlos. Again stay ungrateful but there's a reason your driver is not hired and it's because of this.

7. "I actually praised him back then for volunteering to start on softs in Singapore. But doing that and being so hurt (not even disappointed at his own result - HURT by another driver doing well, so bad that his coach feels compelled to bring it up publicly) by the result shows that he can’t handle the realities of F1."

CHARLES CAN'T HANDLE THE REALITIES OF F1 ????? CHARLES LECLERC??? what world are you living in must be nice to live with these delusions. Your driver was crying literally crying about a penalty.

Secondly you didn't even listen to the actual podcast you are so bitter about a clickbait article from Lawrence Baretto. Must he so easy to fool you lot irl.

Thirdly "his coach" is not some random loser he has worked with Lewis Hamilton & Michael Schumacher I'd say he knows what to say better than Lawrence Baretto's clickbait articles

Must be nice being this dumb in real life where you can just ignore selective parts of reality

Well you’re the one choosing to talk to me. If I’m so dumb why do you bother?

Charles instigated the Monza fight. He is the one who put them both at risk. And when Lewis instigated him in 2019 he was even more dangerous by chucking Lewis onto the grass where dangerous crashes have actually occured but Lewis was smart enough to back off because his championship lead wasn’t worth the danger (Lewis said this himself btw).

You know what I’m actually dumb. I really don’t see the fucking difference in the front wing. But even if I’m truly blind. Fred himself said they didn’t see any damage on the data so is that part really so significant. In fact considering their updates in Spain failed it might not have even made a difference.

Carlos *appearing* slower than George in Singapore - as the radio goes, yeah, that’s on purpose. Ferrari never intended to show its top speed at that race. And did it matter? When George chased down Carlos on equal tyres in the second stint, he never managed to pass. So Charles was not under threat of getting overtaken by George staying in P2. So it’s hardly a sacrifice - he had already gained one from his qualifying position. If he wants to race for the win, too bad, he should have chosen a different weekend to qualify better than Carlos. He should have sucked it up for once and he did try, no? He suggested to use softs himself. He was clearly reluctant to pull the gap Ferrari told him to. But he did it despite the reluctance. Good for him! Then it turns out he didn’t handle it too well emotionally and felt hurt.

And please show me the Carlos track record of burning his tyres because he’s not been regarded at Checo’s level but he’s never been considered hard on his tyres either.

And yes I’m saying it - Charles can’t handle the realities of F1. Well, he pushes through it. He wouldn’t be a professional athlete if he didn’t. But they affect him A LOT and it shows in various ways. If he’s so much better than Carlos then one single Carlos win shouldn’t shake him so much. It should just be a blip. Be disappointed then move on. Being hurt is a stretch.

And not just that, his career goes through extreme highs and lows and many lows could have been mitigated if he read the track situation better or - especially for Ferrari and their car development inconsistencies - focused on maximising the limits of his car instead of going over them. A lot of his bad performances came from the car being not the biggest shitbox, but also not competitive, and him trying to fight it instead of working within its limits. There’s a fine line between wanting to achieve more and being realistic with the tools (or tool - the car) at your disposal.

[pickingupmymercedes]

A bit mushy - Lewis Hamilton

Let's see how Lewis and his wife do in a Couple's Interview.

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: none

wordcount: +3k

a/n: Fun and light Lewis for the win, again thanks a million times to @greedyjudge2 for the idea and for some of the questions, I know I don't usually write carefree Lewis but it's my favorite ❤️❤️

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

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The room was buzzing—cameras being adjusted, light stands tweaked and a handful of crew members chatting as they waited for everything to come together.

Lewis sat comfortably on the low-slung, cushy armchair beside his wife, his hand resting casually on the back of her seat tracing lazy circles on her back. They looked impossibly relaxed, as if the cameras were invisible, and this was just another day at home.

The director, a laid-back guy with a coffee stain on his jeans and a clipboard that looked way too serious for the vibe of the shoot, strolled over.

He was juggling his phone and an energy drink, clearly a man trying to keep his cool while wrangling two of the most charismatic people in motorsports.

“Okay, so this should be easy” he started, his voice overly casual like he almost didn’t want to disturb the couple’s chemistry “No serious stuff. No PR-approved answers. We’re here for the real deal. Just answering a few questions about each other, nothing too scandalous. Think... fun, but, y’know, juicy enough to make people smile.”

Lewis’s wife, legs crossed and leaning slightly into her husband’s space, raised an eyebrow. “Define juicy” a sly smile tugging at her lips.

The director chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know, like... light-hearted scandal. Stuff people don’t already know. Maybe embarrass him a little—" he motioned to Lewis—"but in a cute way.”

Lewis shot the director a mock glare “Right, you don’t really need to ask her that” he said, his voice dripping with good-humored sarcasm.

His wife snorted, turning to face him with a grin. “Promise not to dig too deep. Unless we’re talking about those sneakers you wore to the beach...”

Lewis groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. “Not the beach sneakers again! One time and I’m branded for life.”

The crew around them snickered, and even the sound guy adjusted his headphones to cover a grin.

There was something about the way they bickered that had the whole room leaning in, as if everyone was witnessing the most intimate, casual conversation between two people who just fit.

The director, fully entertained, motioned to the cameraman to get ready. “Alright, alright. Let’s save the good stuff for the shoot. Remember, it’s just you two being yourselves. No need to put on a show.”

His wife reached over and squeezed Lewis’s hand. “No promises.”

As they shared a quiet laugh, the subtle touches and glances between them were enough to make anyone nearby smile. There was no need for grand gestures—the way they leaned into each other, how their conversations flowed effortlessly, said more than any scripted moment ever could.

They had that kind of love that made everyone else feel like they were in on something out of ordinary, just by watching.

The cameras zoomed in slowly as the couple got comfortable in their seats. Lewis leaned back, his arm still slung casually around his wife’s chair, his body slight angled so he could face her better, and she tucked one leg underneath her, turning toward him like she always did when they were in the middle of one of their many quiet conversations.

Except this wasn’t quite so quiet. The cameras were rolling now, and the world was about to get a glimpse into how they were with each other.

The director's voice came through, just loud enough to hear but never intrusive.

“Alright, let’s get this rolling. What embarrassing fashion trend did you take part in?”

Lewis immediately leaned forward, rubbing his hands together as if he was preparing for battle. “I’ll own this one. Bandanas. Wore them with everything back in the day. Thought I was some kind of rockstar or something.”

She tilted her head, eyebrows shooting up. “Bandanas?” she asked, feigning surprise. Her eyes glimmered with mischief, and she leaned closer, as if letting the audience in on a secret. “You sure it wasn’t the Timberlands?”

Lewis threw his head back with a groan, already knowing where this was headed. “Not the Timbs,” he mumbled, shaking his head like he was in actual pain.

“Yeah, the Timbs” she said, fully grinning now. “Let me remind you, you used to wear them with everything. Jeans, tracksuits, shorts, suits—”

Lewis raised a hand, stopping her, though there was a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I still stand by those, alright? I don’t care what anyone says. Timbs are timeless.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, patting his leg. “Sure, babe. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

The banter between them came so naturally, it was easy to forget there were cameras pointed right at them. The crew standing around had mostly stopped what they were doing, some watching the couple with amused smirks, others clearly touched by how playful yet undeniably affectionate they were towards each other.

“Okay, next question: What first attracted you to each other?”

Lewis’s wife leaned back, narrowing her eyes like she was trying to come up with something profound. “His sense of style,” she deadpanned, lips twitching as she fought back a grin.

Lewis blinked, his head cocked to the side. “Seriously? You were just attacking my Timbs? That guy’s sense of style?”

For a moment, she held her ground, lips pursed in mock-seriousness. But after a few seconds of staring at him—his bewildered look, the way he was just waiting for her to crack—she broke. Her laugh wasn’t exactly loud but it filled the room.

“Okay, fine!” She reached out, her hand landing on his thigh, fingers curling into the fabric of his pants. “It was your eyes.”

Lewis’s eyebrows shot up as he gave her a soft smile. He just stared at her, thrown off by her sudden honesty.

She smiled, her gaze softening too as she looked at him. “They’re intense, you know? Like you see things really deeply. The way you look at the world... it’s impossible not to notice.”

Lewis was quiet for a beat, his usual witty retorts momentarily forgotten. His hand moved instinctively to cover hers on his leg, squeezing it gently. “Well, damn” he finally said, his voice quieter than before, almost reverent.

The room around them seemed to still. There was something about the way they looked at each other that made it feel like they were the only ones there, like everyone else had faded away.

“Next one—‘On what occasion have you lied to me?’”

Lewis’s eyes went wide, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he glanced at his wife. “Uh… Remember when I blamed Roscoe for loosing up your house shoes?”

Her mouth dropped open as she stared at him in disbelief. “No. You’re telling me you wore my house shoes, Lewis?!”

He winced, trying to play it cool. “I mean… It was just that one time! They looked comfy, and my feet were cold. I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Oh, I noticed,” she said, crossing her arms. “I just thought Roscoe had lied on them, not that your big feet had wrecked them!”

The crew chuckled, sensing the playful tension building between them.

“Roscoe was the perfect scapegoat…” Lewis defended himself.

“My poor baby” she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “You threw him under the bus!”

“He didn’t seem to mind,” Lewis replied with a smirk, leaning closer to her, his tone turning softer. “But hey, I bought you new ones”

She raised a brow, clearly amused but still pretending to be serious.

“Have I ever made you jealous?”

Lewis leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, a playful smirk creeping across his face as he quipped in before she could. “She has, yes.”

His wife’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh? When exactly?”

He didn’t answer immediately, taking his time like he always did when he wanted to build up the suspense. She leaned in; her curiosity evident in the way her lips quirked. “Come on, give me the details.”

Lewis shook his head, clearly amused. “The silver dress” he said, voice low.

For a second, she didn’t react, clearly trying to place the memory. Then, like a lightbulb flicking on, her eyes widened in recognition. “Ohhh, that night!”

Her laughter exploded from her, loud and sudden, catching even the crew off guard. She leaned back in her chair, clutching her stomach slightly as she laughed, while Lewis sat there, arms still crossed, trying his best to look annoyed but clearly failing.

“That night was something” she said between laughs, her eyes shimmering with tears of amusement.

Lewis sighed, shaking his head. “I’m glad you think it was so funny.”

“Oh, babe, you were so grumpy” she teased, nudging him with her foot.

Lewis didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he just looked at her with that mix of exasperation and fondness that made it clear that, no matter what she did, she was always going to get away with it.

“What’s a song that reminds you of each other?”

This time, she didn’t even hesitate. “A Life Like This by Nao.”

Lewis’s face softened immediately. “Why that one?”

She smiled, but it wasn’t her usual teasing grin. This one was softer, more intimate. “Because... before you, I was just going through life, you know? Things were just happening, and I wasn’t really... present. Then you came along, and it was like everything shifted. It was like my Saturn return was finally over, and I could just... breathe.”

For a moment, Lewis said nothing. His face betrayed him—no amount of his typical coolness could hide the way her words hit him.

He leaned forward slightly, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re really gonna get me emotional, huh?” he murmured, his voice so low only she and the mic could pick up on his voice.

She just smiled; her eyes full of love. “That’s the plan.”

The crew exchanged looks and quiet smiles. It was impossible not to feel the connection between them, like they were watching something precious unfold right in front of them.

“What’s something you wish you did more often?”

Lewis leaned back, thinking for a moment. “Lazy mornings.”

She smiled, nodding. “Yeah?”

“Yeah” he said softly, his eyes on her. “No alarms, no schedules, no meetings. Just us. Laying in bed, talking, laughing... not worrying about what we have to do next.”

She nodded again, her smile turning wistful. “Yeah.”

Their eyes met, and once again, the room seemed to shrink around them, leaving just the two of them in their little bubble.

“Okay love birds, next up ‘What is the most treasured possession that the other has given you?’”

She paused, tapping her chin as if she really had to think about it, though the answer was clearly already on her mind. “The necklace you gave me on our third date.”

The director blinked, looking between them. “Third date?”

“Oh yeah” she nodded, leaning back in her chair, eyes sparkling as she shot Lewis a teasing look. “He was whipped by then.”

Lewis rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips. “You make it sound like I was proposing marriage.”

“You weren’t far off, though” she teased, reaching for the necklace hanging delicately around her neck. “He gave me this beautiful pendant, that he designed himself, by the way, and I remember thinking, ‘Okay, this guy is serious.’”

Lewis chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I knew what I wanted.”

“That you did” she teased, nudging him with her elbow.

“Yeah” he grinned. “No point in playing games.”

She looked down at the necklace again, her voice softening. “It’s not just the necklace though. It’s what it represented. He was showing me he wasn’t just there for fun—he was there for real.”

Lewis met her gaze, his smile quieter now, filled with affection. “I meant it then, and I mean it now.”

“When did you first know that you were in love?”

This time, she was the one to hesitate, a mischievous glint in her eye. “In love with whom?” she asked, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

Lewis groaned, leaning forward and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh, don’t start.”

She giggled, clearly enjoying every second of his exasperation. “I knew I loved you when we went through about a dozen paint stores in Milan looking for the perfect shade of gold for that painting.”

Lewis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, didn’t remember that.”

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I could’ve just mixed the colors myself and gotten something close. But you were so invested in finding the exact match that I just... I kept going. And I knew it then. I knew I loved you because you cared about the little things, the details that most people would overlook.”

Lewis stared at her; his face unreadable. Then, slowly, he smiled—a soft, genuine smile that seemed to melt the room around them.

“What’s your favorite memory of the two of you?”

Lewis leaned back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “That time we missed the flight in Paris.”

She let out a groan, breaking the feeling in the room, she already knew where this story was headed. “Nooo, not that!”

“Yep,” Lewis said with a smile. “So we were in Paris, right? And someone—” he pointed at her playfully, “—was absolutely convinced that the subway would get us to the airport faster than any car could.”

“It would’ve!” she protested, already laughing. “The traffic was insane!”

“Yeah sure” he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “So there we were, dragging our bumps through the subway stations, hopping from one line to the next. Every station was like a maze, and we were so lost. I kept telling you, ‘Let’s just get a cab,’ but nooo, you were determined.”

She shook her head, smiling. “It was an adventure!”

“It was chaos and we missed the flight by hours” Lewis corrected, his voice teasing but fond.

“But honestly? It’s one of my favorite memories. You were so carefree, so determined, so in the present. We were lost in Paris but we weren’t lost within ourselves.”

Her smile softened, her eyes holding his for a long moment. “You never told me that was your favorite memory.”

“Yeah” he said quietly, his voice more sincere now. “I felt like we could just... slow down. Be present. No pressure, no expectations. Just you and me.”

For a moment, they were silent, the weight of his words settling between them. The room around them was so still that the soft hum of the cameras was the only sound. The crew watched them closely, as if holding their collective breath.

She leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder, and whispered just loud enough for the microphones to catch “I think that’s my favorite memory now, too.”

Lewis smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, and for a few seconds, it was like the cameras weren’t even there. It was just them, lost in a shared memory, a world of their own.

The director, sensing the intimacy of the moment, cleared his throat gently.

“Alright, now to wrap this up ‘When can we expect little Hamiltons running around?”

Both Lewis and his wife exchanged quick glances, and almost in unison, they burst out laughing—only this time, their laughter had a bit of an edge, like they knew something the room didn’t.

Lewis leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands together. “Ooooh, good one.”

“You had to go there, didn’t you?” she added, her eyes wide with exaggerated innocence. “Real smooth.”

The crew, sensing the couple was playing coy, leaned in just a bit, waiting for a juicy response. But instead, Lewis leaned forward, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “Well, you never know, right?”

His wife smirked, glancing at him sideways, playing along. “When you least expect it”

The director, not quite satisfied, pressed on. “Any plans in the near future?”

“Oh, besides, like, tomorrow’s plans?” she quipped, keeping the teasing energy alive.

Lewis chimed in again, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “We’ve got a lot of plans. Travel, Roscoe’s bath time…”

The director chuckled, shaking his head. “Dodging the question, I see.”

Lewis gave a knowing look to the camera, adding one final, cryptic comment. “We’ll let you know when it happens... maybe.”

And with that, they both smiled at the cameras, their laughter filling the air as the director called “cut” for the final time.

The room gradually came back to life, the hum of equipment being packed up and crew members chatting quietly filling the air. The couple stayed seated, though, still caught in the gentle pull of their shared moment, almost unaware of the bustling scene around them.

Lewis exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing as he glanced at his wife, his arm instinctively pulling her a little closer. She smiled, still leaning into him, her head resting against his shoulder, fingers absentmindedly playing with his fingers.

“That was a bit mushy, wasn’t it?” she murmured, a teasing lilt to her voice, though there was warmth in her eyes as she gazed up at him.

Lewis smirked, brushing his thumb gently against her arm. “Just a little. But you started it.”

She chuckled softly, nuzzling into his shoulder. “Tou’re not usually one for getting all sentimental on camera.”

He shrugged lightly, but there was no real defensiveness in his posture.

She smiled, her heart swelling at the softness in his gestures. “Good. I like you better that way.”

She sighed softly, sitting up a little and stretching her arms out with a satisfied groan. “People are going to think we’re a pair of softies.”

Lewis chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. “Let them.”

She smiled, sitting back in her chair and looking at him with a tenderness that only deepened as she reached out, her hand cupping his cheek for a brief moment. “I guess it’s not the worst thing to be.”

He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them and looked straight at her. “Nah, it’s not.”

Unbeknownst to them, the cameras were still rolling—just a little, a behind-the-scenes shot meant to capture those moments of candidness. The crew tried to keep their distance, giving the couple their space, but every now and then, someone would glance over, a quiet smile tugging at their lips. There was something undeniably magnetic about Lewis and his wife, the way they moved around each other, the way they fit together.

Without thinking, he stood up and extended a hand to her, pulling her up from her seat. As she stood, she let out a small laugh, one that was soft and filled with affection. But before she could fully straighten up, Lewis slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest in a gentle, protective embrace.

For a second, she stiffened—more out of surprise than anything—but then she melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was a simple gesture, nothing extravagant, but in that moment, it was everything.

“Alright, lover boy” she murmured, her voice laced with contentment. “What’s all this about?”

“Just holding you” he replied simply, his voice low and soothing, the kind of tone he used when it was just the two of them, no audience, no pressure. “Feels like we haven’t had a minute to ourselves in forever.”

She smiled as she found her place on the crock of his neck, her fingers absently tracing circles on the back of his neck “You’ll get them,” she promised quietly. “We’ll make time.”

Eventually, Lewis pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know,” he started, his tone teasing “about those Timbs.”

She groaned, playfully swatting at his chest. “I thought we agreed to leave the Timbs in the past.”

“I never agreed to that” he grinned, tightening his arms around her playfully. “I’m still rocking them, remember?”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face betrayed her. “Well, at least one of us has evolved.”

He laughed, pressing a soft kiss to her head. “Maybe. But you love me anyway.”

“I do,” she said softly, the sincerity of the words wrapping around them both like a warm blanket. “I really do.”

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Lewis Hamilton - we are friends

Part 3

Eva and Ella walked through the door absolutely exhausted they went straight to the sofa and fell onto it. Ella looked around it was evening and nobody was around, usually they'd be having drinks by now in the living room or outside in the garden, but she could see through the huge glass doors that it was empty.

‚I wonder where they all are' she said, she wasn't really asking because obviously Eva wouldn't know either. She then heard a squeal coming from behind the sofa and everyone jumped out shouting ‚surprise'.

Only then had Eva realised she hadn't actually greeted any of them she was out of the house that early this morning! They all greeted with hugs and smiles on their faces. Although Eva was dreading getting to Lewis, she wasn't sure that she believed that he didn't see her last night, but what can she do, she's here now.

None of them had seen Eva for almost a year since she moved out of France to England, Eva told them it was for work but they knew it was mainly because Ashton wanted her there. Most of them doubted that she would actually come on this vacation. So they were all super excited when they finally greeted her!

She got to the back of the line of people waiting to greet her expecting Lewis to be there but he wasn't, but she didn't dwell on it and didn't ask about it, although she couldn't wait to see what all these girls are hyping up. Sure enough they seen a slightly confused look on her face.

‚Lewis isn't here at the moment, we were going to cook dinner but he said it's on him tonight and has gone out to pick it up, he went half an hour ago so he should be here any minute' miles explained. ‚Yeah no problem, I'm ready to eat!' Eva shouted,

'before that I'm hoping we are stocked with drinks because you all may have had your alcoholic fix last night but I didn't' she said, they all laughed and jenny and Connor went to pour some drinks. As they were walking away, Eva was watching them, he had his arm around her shoulder and while they were talking their faces so close together as if they were about to kiss. She's seen them before hugging and cuddling that's just what happened in this friendship group but something felt different. She looked away with a smile on her face happy for two of them if there was something going on.

Just as they brought the drinks back, like clockwork they heard the front door open. Even though Eva was excited, she slumped down further into the settee from anxiety cause it was finally about to happen, she was going to meet the guy everyone is hyping up and the guy who obviously seen her naked last night, but being a gentleman he's denying it, that scores some good points in her book.

Then again, like clockwork her phone rings and it's Ashton, she knows she can't not answer cause he will think all sorts of things about her so she walks out into the yard before even seeing Lewis to pick up the face time.

‚Hey baby, how are you?' Ashton asked. He never started a conversation with hey baby unless there was something bad that he was about to tell her.

‚Im fine' she said with a tired look on her face ‚I have a funky feeling I'm gonna be a whole lot worse after this conversation though' she rolled her eyes knowing what was coming.

‚Yeah, well there might be a bit more in the press about me, I'm giving you a heads up like you asked, some girl kissed me as I was turning in the club last night and I'm sure someone must've gotten some photos. But no biggie it meant nothing to me' after it happened a few times and she knew it wasn't going to stop, she asked him to always give her a heads up so she was mentally prepared for the rollercoaster she would see in the press.

Eva didn't want to show how much this hurt her, it's happened so many times but she can't help but believe him that he did nothing wrong, but in anger she also told him

‚Yeah, I have something to confess, Lewis, liams friend that I told you about, he may have seen me naked last night, but don't worry nobody seen so it won't be out in the press to embarrass you like you're embarrassing me' she said sarcastically. She didn't want an argument but she just couldn't help it, the guy had a hold over her and she knew it she knew she shouldn't put up with this but she was in too deep.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, ‚how does somebody see you naked if you've not slept with them may I ask? Are you already cheating on me? This is why I didn't want you to go' he was now shouting, not letting her get a word in Edgeways, she waiting for him to finish his rant before she told him ‚I didn't sleep with him it was an accident,but anyways I'm leaving you to think about the embarrassment your actions are going to cause me on this trip, my friends already hate you and you're giving them yet another reason. I think a break would do us good let me be for a while and we'll talk when I'm back off vacation' then she hung up.

Ashton loved this, this was his free pass to do what he wanted without her getting mad or upset, but in the same breath he also felt her slipping away like she didn't care about what he was doing anymore, he used to get a reaction and now he gets an eye roll. He knew she was going to come back to him soon enough anyway, he could have his cake and eat it.

Eva put on a brave face and came back into the house, as she walked through the door she smiled at everyone, knowing they probably heard the whole conversation, but also knowing that nobody would mention it unless she wanted to talk about it.

Lewis stood up out his seat and walked over to her, ‚hey I'm Lewis we haven't met properly yet but it's nice to see you'

‚Hey I think you seen enough of her last night' miles shouted causing Eva to shoot him a look that would kill. She looked back at him, he was everything she liked in a guy, his smile, his features were soft and kind, he again had no top on, what is it with guys without a top she thought to herself. She couldn't help but glance down at the rest of his body and with a small smile hugged him ‚great to meet you Lewis, it's amazing to finally put a face to the rest of you' she laughed as she let go of him finding a place to sit on the floor in front of everyone.

After a few drinks, we were all still sat reminiscing about all the good times we'd spent together, Lewis was on ‚summer break from work' that he didn't need to use his vacation days for, I felt so envious! If I'm not in work I don't get paid, whereas he just gets his salary no matter what, I could do with a job like his, I didn't want to pry so I didn't ask what he did for work, but it must be a great company to work with.

‚What do you guys so for Christmas? I'm off from December until March and I think I'll get some of my guys together and we can plan something like this again' he said, Eva looked at him scrunching my eyebrows together confused.

‚What are you looking at me like that for' he asked.

‚Boy do you think we're made of money? We scrape together just to come here every summer' Chloe said, his face dropped as he quickly apologised, ‚all expenses paid then let's say, I've missed you guys and I've enjoyed meeting Eva so I'm down if you all are'.

Everyone agreed apart from Eva, ‚I'll have to think on it' she said. She didn't grow up rich but she weren't on the breadline. No matter how little her parents had they would always help anyone who needed it even if it meant they were out of pocket, so she wasn't happy taking from Lewis when it could also mean he'd be out of pocket especially when he doesn't work for over 3 months during Christmas, it was a hard pass for her.

‚Hey how about we play truth or dare, it's Been a while?' Connor suggested, to which we all agreed excited to start playing.

'The rules are you answer truthfully or do the dare or it is shot time for you! We usually end up taking shots anyway cause we never back out of the dares.' Connor explained to Lewis and he just nodded.

'Okay I'll go first' jenny said as she turned towards Lewis, he picked truth to which he received boo's, 'hmm... did you actually see Eva naked yesterday?'

Wow she was still going on about that Eva thought, 'I thought this was a forgotten topic' she thought out loud, Lewis didn't answer and took his shot at which everyone smirked.

It was now Lewis' turn to ask a question, he looked around at everyone until his eyes landed on Eva.

'Here we go' miles said as he rubbed his hands, knowing whatever it was the dare would be done and the truth would be told.

'Ping, ping, ping, ping' everyone's phones started going crazy. I picked mine up and there it was a new headline 'Somebody find Ashtons girlfriend' with a picture of him and a girl kissing with her legs wrapped around him. Eva put her hand over her face, she was tired of this, she looked up and everyone had a worried look on their face. This wasn't the first time but for them it doesn't get easier seeing their friend in this situation.

'I feel bad for his girl, this is the second headline this week' everyone's heads snapped towards Lewis 'why you all staring, she must be embarrassed, i wouldn't even leave the house' he said.

'Bro, stop'

'No, no, no, let him carry on' Eva interrupted ponying her finger at Connor to be quiet but she didn't take her eyes off Lewis, with her brows furrowed,'keep going Lewis'

'Well I'm just saying, she's got no self respect and has no sympathy for herself, he posts her all the time without showing her face but goes and does all this not even behind her back but straight to her face, I mean what idiot would sit at home taking it' he carried on, everyone was gaping at him just waiting for him to shut up.

'Thanks for your opinion Lewis, highly appreciated' Eva said as she stood up and began walking out of the room, with a sick feeling in her stomach she turned around and gave him one last look.

'She's not sitting at home, I'm here with all of you, it's me that's the idiot'.

Nobody had ever put this situation to her like he just did, she didn't hate him for it, he didn't know he was talking about her, the only reason she was mad is because deep down she knew that this is what people thought, but she always denied it to herself telling herself that her love for him is too strong, but after hearing Lewis she no longer thought that.

[pardonmydelays]

(I'm the anon who said/asked about Lin not disappointing with 'Warriors') I felt iffy about 'Hamilton' with one reason being I don't really listen to hip-hop, but my God, was I wrong and, unfortunately, late to the game. I downloaded most of the songs while watching it on D+! 😂 But I honestly don't know about 'Warriors'... Do you have any song recommendations?

omg anon, i hope you don't mind me writing a fucking essay again (well, maybe not essay but this will be a long answer), this ask made me so happy!

i never really listened to hip-hop music either (which is ironic if you think about my favourite artists... but this is like a totally different type of music and we call it gangster poetry here, right?). however, if you love hamilton, i'm pretty sure you would fall in love with warriors as well!

so let's start with the fact that this album is like... SOOOOO LIN. full of hip-hop music but also other genres, every character has their own musical theme (my favourite thing about musicals, also as someone who has never seen the movie and has absolutely no intentions to change that, i was afraid i could have problems with following the plot, there are so many characters, but hey, once again, lin made it so easy for us cause he's a fantastic songwriter and storyteller). honestly, the more i listen to it, the more things i notice. i remember there was a rumour some time ago about "major pop stars" being on the album and i obviously thought "taylor swift and beyonce???" lmao. i'm so glad it turned out to be false, cause we have pippa soo, jazzy jones and amber gray instead (and i would die for them!!!). also, if you're familiar with freestyle love supreme, you would probably recognize aneesa folds, as well as utkarsh ambudkar (oh my fucking god i was so excited when he was announced because i love this dude so much it's unreal!!!). so basically, once again, we have lin manuel miranda and friends (tick tick boom, i'm talking about you). and this just makes me so happy!!! anyway...

if you're still not sure if you wanna listen to the whole album, i will just give you my favourite songs that you should definitely check out (with a little explanation) and then you can decide if you wanna hear the rest of it!

survive the night - it's the first song on the album and it's just so damn catchy, it kinda shows you what you can expect and as much as i wasn't really convinced before the album came out, after hearing this song i was really hyped, so i would recommend to start with this one!

going down - this song should be 10 hours long and i'm not even kidding... ok, so luther is the villain in our story and this is his first song, when i heard it for the first time my jaw literally dropped to the floor, i still can't believe this is a song from lin's musical lmao, i can't stop listening to it, NOW I WOULD PAY SO MUCH MONEY TO SEE IT ON BROADWAY (also i think it makes so much sense to give this particular genre to the villain but i don't want to spoil anything for you so i'm not saying anything else, please just listen to it hdebjfe)

orphan town - when utk was announced before the album came out i was thinking that he would probably have a rap verse or something... cause that would make sense, right (fls!)? well, i was wrong. but i would recognize his voice anywhere. oh my fucking god, this is, for me, the funniest song on the album and it's all because of him. you should see my face when i heard it for the first time. i fucking love this dude!!!

call me mercy - this is the "i want" song from warriors and i usually love those so fucking much ("how far i'll go" and "waiting on a miracle" i'm talking about you), it's just so good and i find myself singing this one at least a few times a day now lmao

still breathin' - i need you to check this one out because it's so damn emotional and i think aneesa is such an amazing rapper and the "what do you do when they kill everything you believe in?" has been stuck in my head ever since i heard it for the first time ughh

quiet girls - not much to say about this one except that it's just so damn catchy and the production on this track is probably my favourite from the entire album, so it has to be on the list

sick of runnin' - AMBER FUCKING GRAY (ajax is my wife, back off everyone)!!! this is such a fun song, i've been in love with amber's voice ever since i listened to hadestown for the first time so no surprise there, but also: 96,000 🤝 non-stop 🤝 we don't talk about bruno 🤝 sick of runnin' (YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! classic lin, i can already see myself trying to sing EVERY PART OF THE SONG AT ONCE AND BEING ABSOLUTELY CONVINCED THAT I CAN DO THIS LMAO).

a light or something - this is so gayyyyyyy and jazzy jones is there, do i need to say more?

somewhere in the city - this song gives me shivers and honestly i started crying when i heard it for the first time but i don't know if you're gonna get emotional if you don't really know the plot, however, it's an amazing song and i have a feeling you may like it

reunion square - this is definitely one of my faves (especially the last part of the song and phillipa soo as fox, you know i love her), once again, i don't know if it's something you should listen to if you know nothing about the plot but fuck, i was crying like a baby on this one and "when you woke up today you didn't think you could die, neither did i" and and and I'M FUCKING SOBBING

same train home - i recommend it if you wanna cry

one thing i also need to mention is that i absolutely love the transitions on this album, they are cool as fuck!!! and i think that's it for now because it's already longer than i wanted it to be, oh my god. i'm sorry. i'm really sorry. if you made it to the end, i love you. thanks for reading. and also please let me know once you check them all out, i really need to know your opinion!

[bohnsky]

I am not happy at all. No I am but also I'm not. I did not wake up at 6:30 in the morning on a sunday just to watch my favorites dnf and listen to Ralf Schumacher rant about my love Checo (at least he knows that Checo fans dislike him). Only the McLaren double podium makes this race okay (not really but I'm happy for them) and Ferrari didn't fuck up which is good.

So anyway here are my favorite drivers 4,5 months into liking f1:

Because he was in the paddock this weekend, I have to include Seb again. My one and only. I love him, he deserves the world, protect him at all cost. When he said it hurts to watch instead of driving himself because Suzuka is his favorite track. Emotional damage.

But he seemed so happy to be back in the paddock and to teach the grid about bees. He's so passionate, it's beautiful. And we got Sewis content.

1. Alex Albon

This (hopefully) won't change as long as I put Seb in a different category (the Seb category).

Just today I saw a comment saying that you simply can't hate Alex and that he is the least disliked driver and I love that. He deserves all the love.

My heart broke when he retired. I am not okay with how things turned out here. Everyone said they love Suzuka, why is it so mean to me?

2. Sergio Perez

I hate to admit that I almost put him on third this week because I wasn't as obsessed with him as I was during the last few weeks, but omg did I get mad when Ralf Schumacher started ranting about him, which made me rethink that decision. I love Checo my precious. This whole race was a disaster for him (and me) and yes some of it was his fault, I realize that, but I refuse to think about it. Just as I refuse to think about his seat. And I refuse to talk about it with anyone who doesn't agree with me. (I don't mind people who don't agree with me, I just don't want to hear it, not when it comes to Checo my love)

I just hope he is okay mentally and can enjoy the celebrations with the team.

Also I usually drink a red bull for every race but I didn't want one at 7 in the morning, so that race must have been the punishment for me not drinking my racely red bull.

3. Charles Leclerc

My man, again on 4th must suck. So close to the podium. But honestly I'm just happy that Ferrari didn't actively try to fuck up his race again.

4. Lewis Hamilton

Sewis content yay :D

Lewis always seems so happy when he's with Seb and that makes me happy. These two are my f1 comfort ship, they never fail to make me smile.

But also unecessary Merc bitch fight, I hope they are civil about it off track.

5. Lance Stroll

This time I had to put Lance here. I just adore him and it literally breaks my heart that he has such a bad season. To me he seems like he always stays true to himself even with all the bullshit he constantly gets and I love that for him. And even if I want more Lance content I love that he stays away from media as much as he does.

He was doing really well this race and I thought this could be a good one for once, for my little Lancy shaped heart, but no. Everything went wrong today just kill me already.

Honerable mentions:

Lando. I'm so happy about the McLaren double podium and that Lando has so many podiums lately. Also I've been watching a lot of Quadrant lately and I'm totally digging it.

Oscar. Obviously, I'm so happy for him. He is an amazing driver and a precious little baby. Go McLaren!

Valtteri. He's really gone through it today. I like him a lot, he might even be in the top 10 and I just want him to be happy. This race was not it. Also it took me ages to learn how to spell Valtteri. I always wrote Vallteri or Valterri. But now I know.

Max. Congrats my guy. I was thinking, I'm a little sad that I joined f1 during his peak. I wish I could've watched him grow and become the driver he is now. Also his fucking hair. Please I just want to touch it.

Hulknussen. I just want to talk about them because it seems like no one else does. To me they are peak enemies to friends (to lovers). But I don't like Haas the team. The drivers are great.

The Alpha Tauris. Listen, I am not okay with the whole seat situation in Alpha Tauri or even all of Red Bull. I love that Yuki and Danny get to drive next season, but what about Liam? He is literally outperforming Yuki. He should get a permanent seat. Why aren't they giving it to Liam? What are they planning? Please don't scare me and my Checo heart. Why can't everyone get a seat? Why did I get into a sport where there are only 20 fucking seats? Why does everyone have to be so lovable?

George. I was thinking about George getting Alex this his seat and I am thankful. That's why George is here on this list today.

The 2nd William seat. Is not a driver but it stresses me out. I don't think that Logan will get it again. I want Mick to get it. Please give me your opinions. Who will get the 2nd Williams seat next season?

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Hi! I'm interested in working through the Hatchet field stuff while I'm on break. Is there a recommended viewing order? Or can I jump in anywhere?

ahahaaaa i am SO SORRY I am just now seeing this. in my defense i caught covid about the time you sent this (and also infected my mom who does NOT do sick well) buttt if you're still looking,

tbh you can start anywhere, because while they're all related, they aren't connected--like you'll appreciate certain jokes and callbacks, but in that way I guess it's like an anthology.

Technically, the first musical is The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals. If you know someone who doesn't like musicals, they might actually like this one (PROMISE ME YOU'LL THINK ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS) It's the first introduction to Hatchetfield and there are some recurring characters in the next musical, which is Black Friday. It is about Black Friday and consumerism and the amazing line "I've met god. he had nothing nice to say about you" BITCH OMG. The most recent musical is Nerdy Prudes Must Die, and honestly imo it has the least connections to the first two, so you could probably start with that one if you wanted--again, you'll appreciate some jokes more if you've seen the other two. It does also have more Lore, but I still think you'd be fine not knowing anything about it. I don't know that much about it and it was still good, because--

---there's a whole series of web-icals? Social Distance Musicals? Whatever, it's called Nightmare Time and they dive deeper into the lore of Hatchetfield and I've never managed to watch more than the opening number of the first one (it's a sound quality issue, i just need to watch it on a laptop or something) but look to be really cool and interesting and maybe deal with the same Hatchetfield? Because the Hatchetfield in each of the musicals is...not the same one. Or it is, but different timelines. Or different dimensions. Something. I think Nightmare Time does more into that.

Basically, you could watch them all as standalones, there's not really a plot that goes through all three of them, but characters and concepts that do.

But that's the order I'd do them in. From a theatre nerd standpoint, it's also really cool to see how they've evolved musically. Just technically with how they're putting numbers together and adding vocal layers. NPMD has a few songs that i would LOVE to see the sheet music for so I could try and figure out who is singing what. Honestly the best comparison I can make is "Wait For It" from Hamilton.

Anyway I hope you enjoy them!!! If you want to shout opinions at me i am here for that :)

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another one! tagged by @scarvenartist (thanks!! hello! :D)

Are you named after anyone? Yes! BibleCharacter from ABibleBook :}

When was the last time you cried? Monday when I watched the 2nd half of Hamilton. I've cried so much in the past two weeks?? three whole times?? I never cry this much?? but Hamilton made me cry twice and learning Japanese made me cry once

Do you have kids? Nope. Unless you count my favorite ocs, in which I have... *counts*... at least twenty.

What sports do you play/have you played? I was in one semester of hap ki do once! That was fun. I also like to walk. I did twice-weekly long walks as all my P.E. credits in homeschool, and to this day I always walk rather than take busses. I'm dreading having to find ways to exercise other than my in-built College Campus Walks To Classes when I leave college :((( maybe I'll start yoga again... sigh... or maybe I'll do what sparks joy and go hike by myself sometimes! I'm hoping to take more martial arts classes in the future, too.

Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes! but only in situations where I'm pretty confident it'll be well received and isn't mean-spirited. although I admit in my worst/most fearful moments with strangers sometimes I do get sarcastic as a defense mechanism. I'm growing out of that, though.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Nowadays it's fashion choices, usually. I like noticing what people choose to wear! I love it when people get weird with it. Old ladies with big ostentatious earrings are some of my favorites to see. Also young adults with anime stuff on their backpacks.

What's your eye color? Brown :} rich warm dark brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy ending most of the time Please 🥺 I only like watching scary/sad stuff with my dad. he unlocks that in me. and sometimes with Stormy.

Any talents? good at clay sculptures! also good at coming up with fun characters and plots, and making people laugh. also academic writing and helping people with academic writing!

Where were you born? I was grown in a tube, next question

What are your hobbies? writing, reading, watching anime, posting on tumblr dot com, seeking out and stealing poems for my personal poetry document, ceramics, sewing (exclusively plushie mice)

Do you have any pets? Not right now, but I used to have hamsters and I want to have hamsters (or Maybe a related form of rodent e.g. guinea pigs or rats) again. I will after college probably!

How tall are you? 5'4. a good height

Favorite subject in school? Currently, Advanced Ceramics is my favorite class. Historically, English, Psychology, and History have been my favorites overall.

Dream job? tbh, interlibrary loan assistant..... I dream of having @isfjmel-phleg's career..... but currently I'm pursuing professional tutoring bc it seems more achievable

Tagging... anyone who wants to do this! I feel like my friends are all pretty busy right now so I'll leave it up to whoever sees this and Likes these questions :}