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hane22 · 3 days ago
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Read it once in your life, and never regret it.🖐️✅
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I am Hane I am 38 years old and my wife Noor is 33 years old We lived the most beautiful years of my life, I gave birth to Abdullah, Saleh and Salma, my family was beautiful, I had a beauty salon, my craft was one of the most beautiful hobbies I have, but the occupation destroyed my source of income and my home, it destroyed my health as well, I was seriously injured in my foot that made me unable to provide the basic and secondary requirements of my children Every day the pain increases more and more
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Abdullah 🧒is 12 years old, my eldest son. I was waiting for the moment when he would enter middle school. Unfortunately, his school was completely destroyed, but in the war he lost his hobby of playing football. But in the war we lost everything beautiful
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Salma👩‍🦰, my daughter, is 10 years old. She is one of the most beautiful princesses👑, but my heart bleeds when she tells me why we, the children, are different from the world
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Saleh 👶is 6 years old. He is the joke of the house. He has many talents. He loved his kindergarten very much. He would wait for the morning to play with his friends and practice his hobby in his kindergarten. I am afraid to tell him that his kindergarten was destroyed. It destroyed his childhood and his laughter
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Even my wife was not spared from this war that is devastating my entire family🧒🧒👩‍🦰👶. I was pregnant for 9🤰 months and unfortunately my daughter died at birth, due to poor nutrition😪🥺 and unhealthy living conditions for her and our baby.
We lack basic human needs, no food, no electricity, no water. We have been poisoned and infected🍞 by the unhealthy water🥛 we drink. During this period, she felt remorse at how difficult it was for a mother to see her children sick and unable to treat them because she is also very sick. I hope to provide us with support in order to cover the costs associated with ensuring our safe passage to Egypt across the border. Please stand with me, we are now homeless, with no children's needs such as education and food and drink. Please help us by donating to survive and leave Gaza with my children. Share this link as much as possible Note: my campaign is vetted by Femme intifada on telegram
We lack basic human needs🙏🙏, no food, no electricity, no water. We have been poisoned and infected by the unsanitary water we drink
Please🙏🥺 help us by donating to stay alive and leave Gaza for my treatment, and to keep my wife and children safe from the war. Thank you for your kindness, compassion and generosity during this difficult time. With my sincere thanks and warm regards.
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911lsbts · 2 days ago
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BTS from Episode 507 of "Kiddos" !!!
A whirlwind day summed up in a handful of blurry photos
Such a fun day working with true professionals. I was in awe of the talent in the room!!! Thanks to these guys & awesome scene partners for making me feel welcome and like I belonged there. I'll remember the stories you guys shared for a long time! Congrats to everyone on the Lonestar team for an incredible and well deserved run. I can't wait to see how the story wraps up.
Congrats to Molly Green& Molly Savard who penned the episode
Thank you to director Brenna Malloy for your incredible patience and direction. Thank you for prioritizing safety for us and our child actors!!
And thanks Rafael for the encouragement and hyping up, and Ronen for the awesome stories. Your presence on this show and in the TV universe truly has meant so much for representation - I'm honored to be a small part of this world!
And of course it was legendary watching Henry lan Cusick and roblowe duke it out
Catch up on all 911lonestar episodes ahead of the midseason return on Jan 20th on Hulu ! Only 3 more Lone Star episodes left!!!
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theunsinkableship1 · 3 hours ago
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In response to @lillforpolin
Thank you for your measured tone and for taking the time to share your perspective. I appreciate the opportunity for respectful dialogue, and I’ll do my best to respond in kind.
First, I’d like to clarify that this space is not centered on blind adoration for either Nicola or Luke as individuals. In fact, my investment here stems not from a belief in their infallibility or an assumption of their moral superiority but from an admiration for the unique and genuine connection I perceive between them a bond that transcends mere professional camaraderie.
You mentioned women "adoring" a man. I want to make it clear that I don’t "adore" Luke or Nicola in a personal capacity. I respect their talent as actors and appreciate the qualities others, including cast and crew, have attributed to them such as Luke’s thoughtfulness and kindness and Nicola’s wit and professionalism. However, my engagement here isn’t about elevating either of them as individuals. Rather, it’s about supporting what I believe to be a rare and extraordinary bond between two people. This distinction is key.
I also do not believe either of them to be liars, though I acknowledge I could be mistaken. My belief in their authenticity is grounded in the consistent way they have been praised by colleagues and their own behavior. I trust that neither of them would intentionally “hard launch” a relationship in a way that would be disrespectful or hurtful, especially during a premiere, nor would they defend someone publicly who had behaved inappropriately. If I believed they were guilty of either, I would not be here.
You suggest that my presence here demonstrates support for problematic behavior on Luke’s part. I must respectfully disagree. The interpretation of the so-called “launch” during the premiere is not universally agreed upon. From my perspective, the situation is not as definitive as you suggest, and therefore, any judgment is premature.
If this act was indeed intended as you perceive it a deliberate public distraction on such an important night it could be concerning. With a background in PR, I can understand why this situation might be perceived as a misstep. However, precisely because of that perspective, I find it highly unlikely that this unfolded as part of any deliberate plan on his part. The nuances of public image management make such a scenario seem implausible, particularly given the potential for unintended backlash. Based on my understanding of Luke and Nicola’s dynamic, as well as the broader context, I see no compelling evidence that this was the case. Instead, it seems to me that assumptions about their intentions are being conflated with established facts.
You state that this community is accessible in minutes, which is true, but it is also purposefully created for a specific purpose: to discuss and explore the perceived connection between Luke and Nicola. It is not a space to challenge that purpose or derail it entirely. There are countless platforms where one can critique public figures and their actions. Actively seeking out a niche space, designed for a particular focus, to criticize or dispute that focus can come across as intrusive.
As you pointed out, you wouldn’t enter private spaces to challenge others’ dreams, yet by engaging here, it feels like you are doing just that. The idea that one must address grievances where “it all happens” is understandable to a degree, but this is not a general public forum; I only use the hashtags Lukola and lukolaland, it is a community centered around a specific belief. There is space elsewhere for broader critiques of fandom behavior or public figures, and I encourage utilizing those instead.
You raise an important point about double standards in how public actions are judged depending on the gender of the individual. However, this isn’t the lens through which I view Luke and Nicola. My interest isn’t about defending one over the other or excusing problematic behavior based on gender. My focus is their shared dynamic, which I perceive as unique and worth celebrating.
Ultimately, I believe in approaching this situation with humility. I don’t know the full truth none of us do. That’s why I refrain from declaring certainty about their personal lives. What I support here is not an uncritical endorsement of everything they do but rather a belief in their connection as something rare and special.
I encourage everyone, myself included, to remain respectful and grounded in discussions like this. If you find this community or its focus incompatible with your beliefs, there are many other spaces better suited for broader discussions or critiques. This space was not designed for universal agreement, but it does have a specific purpose, and I believe it’s important to honor that.
Thank you for engaging thoughtfully, and I hope this response clarifies my position.
I apologize if I wasn’t brief, but I hope my message was clear.
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thatbuddie · 1 hour ago
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i just wanted to take a second to show my appreciation to each and every single buddie artist. y'all are so incredibly talented and it's always so beautiful to see the way everyone's styles and preferences and techniques shine through in their art.
thank you for sharing your art with us <3333
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xtarmanderx · 5 hours ago
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I would love love love some more double amnesia 🙏
I need you to know that I was absolutely starstruck when I saw you in my ask box. Your wish is my command! This technically isn’t all of the new words I wrote just now, but I wanted to share the section that preceded it and then I’m writing a little bit extra.
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“Tommy!” Buck hurries out after him, putting a hand on his back and attempting to rub in soothing circles. Tommy flinches like his touch burns, a pained groan spilling free, and Buck belatedly remembers Tommy’s spine injury. “Chimney!” He yells toward the house, ignoring Tommy’s whimper. “Chimney!”
“Stop,” Tommy rasps and smacks a hand back at him. “I’m fine.”
Buck ignores him, looking at the house where his brother-in-law comes running out onto the patio. Chimney sprints toward them, helping Buck ease Tommy upright while the man wipes at his mouth. “The hell were you two doing?” He asks, searching for the pulse on Tommy’s neck.
“The-the art studio-“ Buck stammers, pointing back toward it. “We were just checking it out-“
“Howie,” Tommy snaps. “I said I’m fucking fine.”
“You’re puking your guts out, buddy. After I paid to buy that food for you.” Chimney squeezes Tommy’s arm. “What happened?”
“It’s too much.” Tommy says, his jaw quivering as he looks at Buck.
“W-what?” He asks, a fist wrapping around his heart. “T-Tommy-“
“I need to go get cleaned up.” Tommy grunts, pushing at Chimney. The man doesn’t relent, readjusting his arm and wrapping it around Tommy’s waist.
“Don’t start,” he warns, “the least you can let me do is carry your ass inside. Buck, you mind locking the door back up?” Chimney asks, already starting to shuffle with Tommy back toward the main house.
“Of course.” Buck swallows down the surge of guilt he’s feeling and turns, pulling the door shut. He secures the padlock and sets the key back above the door, stepping around the pile of Tommy’s puke and making his way across the yard. Howie’s already almost to the back door and Buck remembers just how fucking fast the smaller man is when he needs to be. Buck gets ahead of them and wrenches the glass door open all the way, his stomach clenching when Tommy mutters a thanks and refuses to look at him.
“That’s it, nice and easy.” Chimney says while guiding Tommy over the threshold. He forces him to take a seat at the kitchen table and Buck hovers uncertainly, wondering what the fuck he’s supposed to do. He doesn’t understand what triggered Tommy, but he’s not blind. He saw the panic overtake the other man before he’d done his damnedest to escape the art studio like it was his own personal hell.
Oh, Buck thinks with a startling sense of clarity, oh.
Because he’d been in awe of the artwork, had immediately felt the sense of love in each careful stroke of a brush. Tommy had a gift, a talent for bringing things to life, and he’d used that skill to paint Buck as his primary muse. They were in love, Buck thinks with a fierce ache rising in his chest. He doesn’t remember this man at all, but goddammit Tommy had loved him. And right now, still buried in the closet, this Tommy doesn’t feel the same way. Of course it had been too much. Buck had been too much. Just like always.
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maretinelli · 22 hours ago
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SINCE ALWAYS
Lewis Hamilton X physiotherapist!fem!reader
Summary: Lewis and Y/n were like they were attached at the hip. Ever since they were kids, the two of them were there for each other, supporting, caring, and celebrating. But the truth was that they had been in love with each other since they were teenagers, and Lewis's invitation for her to be his fake girlfriend at a wedding made their feelings come to light.
Words: 9.6K+
Warnings: Best friends to lovers, fake dating, cute, a little distressing because they don't say their feelings right away haha, mentions of sex, confessions of love.
Author: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes that may be made. And I love reading fake dating stories, so I think writing them is cool too hahaha.
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Since they were little, Lewis and Y/n were inseparable.
They grew up on the same street in London, attended the same schools and shared dreams and insecurities.
Lewis always said that he wouldn't be a pilot without Y/n, because she believed in him before anyone else. And she also said that she only managed to survive college because of the motivational messages and the coffees he delivered to her dorm door when he had time off.
That for her, Lewis achieved the impossible.
When Yin graduated with a degree in physiotherapy and a post-graduate degree in sports physiotherapy, Lewis was keen to help her join Mercedes, saying the team needed someone as talented and dedicated as she was.
Now both living in Monaco, their friendship had only grown stronger. Y/n used to joke that Lewis spent so much time at her apartment that they should split the bills.
He always laughed, saying he only went there for Roscoe, the bulldog who seemed to love the physical therapist almost as much as his owner.
Deep down, both Lewis and Y/n knew there was something deeper between them, but neither of them had the courage to say it out loud.
To Lewis, Y/n was more than just his best friend; she was his rock in the midst of the chaos of his career. She knew exactly what to say when he lost a race, how to cheer him up on his bad days, and most of all, she always believed in him. He loved her smile, the way she wrinkled her nose when she was focused, and even the little scoldings she gave him when he forgot to stretch or took bad care of himself. But admitting that? He couldn’t risk it. Not when she was the most important person in his life.
That afternoon, Lewis parked his car and went up to Y/n's apartment. He had a key, just like she had to his apartment. After knocking on the door and getting no answer, he went inside, calling out to her.
"Y/n? Are you home?" His voice echoed through the apartment.
"I'm in the shower! I'll be right out!" She shouted from the back.
Lewis smiled and gave a quick command to Roscoe, who trotted down the hall with him.
In her room, Lewis flopped down on the bed, taking in the familiar space. The shelf beside the bed was filled with mementos, photos of them together at races, from trips, and even a small 'best friend' trophy that Hamilton had given her as a joke years ago. He started to sort through the things, feeling completely at home.
"What brings your divine presence here?" she teases, calling out loud from the bathroom, her voice muffled by the door.
"Walking around, Roscoe wanted to see you." He replied, chuckling as he heard her laughter in the background.
"Oh, sure. Roscoe, the main reason, right?" Y/n scoffed. "Lewis, do me a favor? Hand me the sweatpants that are on the bed?"
Lewis picked up the piece of clothing and walked to the bathroom door, which opened just a crack. Y/n reached her wet arm out and grabbed the pants, thanking her before closing them again.
Minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom with wet hair and wearing a gray Tommy Hilfiger sweatsuit. Lewis noticed immediately.
"You only wear this when I'm around, just so I think you really like it." He teased, laughing. With a case of her glasses in his hands.
Y/n grabbed the towel she was holding and threw it at him.
"That's a lie! I love this gift as much as I love my job."
Lewis chuckled, setting the towel aside as she took an object from his hand and put it back in its place.
"You're going to break my glasses," she says, as if he were a child.
Lewis, with a quick gesture, took her glasses from inside the box before Y/n took them and put them on her eyes, widening them and taking them off quickly.
"Holy shit, Y/n. You're so nearsighted you're blind." He holds out his glasses to her.
Y/n rolls her eyes and puts her glasses on her face. Not wanting to change them for the lenses she had in the bathroom.
"Huh..." She mumbles, making Lewis smile.
She walks into the bathroom again, picking up the towel Lewis had thrown and holding it out, then starting to brush her wet hair.
"Seriously, what brings you here?" Y/n turns around and sees her best friend leaning against the doorframe of her large bathroom. "Because you're a jerk. I know you. You just show up out of nowhere, start going through my stuff like a child, and have that stupid smile on your face. You're about to ask for my help."
Lewis throws his head back and holds back a laugh.
"Roscoe. I already told you." He tried, but the smile gave away there was more.
"I know... Everything poor Roscoe" She came out of the bathroom, petting the dog that was lying on the rug in her room. "Isn't it, boy?"
Roscoe lifts his head and wags his tail.
As Yin asked if he wanted something to eat and they walked down the hallway from the bedroom, Lewis saw an invitation on the living room table. He recognized the invitation before he even read the name; it was from his sister.
She would be getting married in a few weeks to that scoundrel she called her fiancé.
"Hey, my sister invited you to the wedding too." He takes the invitation and walks to the kitchen.
"Of course. Your family loves me more than you." She teases, making Lewis laugh and roll his eyes.
"It's weird that her fiancé let her call you..." He sits on the counter. "He's very controlling with people."
Y/n fills a kettle to make tea and leans on the counter, looking at her best friend.
"Yeah... he's kind of weird, don't you think?" Lewis nods. "Remember the time we went to visit your mother in London and they were there, your sister seemed so excited to see us, and he had that... idiotic look on his face?" Y/n says, making a face and Lewis laughs. "When your sister told me she was engaged, I already expected that I wouldn't get the invitation because of him, but this caught me by surprise."
"He really is quite strange. The last Christmas I spent with them, he didn't say anything, didn't comment on anything, he just scolded my sister for talking too much and not wanting to give details about their life as a couple." Lewis frowns a little.
He really didn't like his brother-in-law, and had told his own sister as much. But he got a simple reply: 'Stop being a pain in the ass, he's just a reserved guy.'
The pilot deeply hoped that his sister would be happy with the 'reserved guy'. Because if not, things would be terrible for him and the one who would solve that was Lewis himself.
"Actually...I actually came here to talk about this..." He holds up the invitation that was now on the counter.
Y/n frowns, placing two mugs on top of the sink.
"Are you thinking about not going to the wedding?"
Lewis shakes his head. "No, no! It's something else."
"Do you want me to help you choose a tie?" Y/n interrupts.
"No, no!"
"What?"
Lewis doesn't speak, he just looks at his best friend, gathering the courage to make that proposal.
Meanwhile, Y/n had one hand on the stone counter and the other on her waist, anxiously waiting for Lewis to say what was on his mind. But her heart somehow accelerated.
Was he bringing someone with him and wanted to tell them? Was he dating someone and wanted to introduce them to his family? What did she have to do with it? Of course, she's family too. Don't forget.
Y/n had been feeling something for years. Lewis wasn't just her best friend; he was the guy who was by her side through every important moment in her life. He believed in her when no one else did, he opened doors she never imagined she would go through, and he never let her feel alone. The way he smiled at her, the way he pulled her into a hug for no reason, or the way he seemed genuinely interested in her everyday stories made her heart race. But she knew she couldn't ruin it. Lewis was Lewis.
It was her Lewis, and she wasn't about to share it with anyone. As childish as it sounded.
"I want you to come with me to the wedding." He says it as if it were simple, but the question isn't complete yet.
Y/n laughs. Feeling relieved not to hear anything like; girlfriend and Lewis in the same sentence.
"I'm going anyway." She smiled, then placed the tea bags in both mugs. "But if you want me to be your date, we'll tell your sister..." She didn't finish speaking when Lewis interrupted.
"Yes, I want you as my date, but there's one more thing..."
Y/n stops filling the mugs with hot water, frowning again and slowly placing the kettle on the stand.
"Lewis...you're scaring me like this..."
He blinks a few times.
Lewis took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment.
"It's my sister's fiancé, Y/n." He began, rubbing his hands on his knees nervously as he spoke. "He has this habit of... well, poking fun at me whenever he can. Every time we see each other, he makes some comment about how 'funny' it is that I'm successful at everything but relationships. As if the fact that I'm single is some kind of personal failure."
Y/n raised her eyebrows, surprised by the tone of irritation in Lewis's voice.
"And what did you do?" She asked, finishing filling the mugs with hot water. And then her eyes widened. "Oh my God, did you punch him?"
Lewis laughs, feeling the weight of the question lift for a few seconds.
"No, I didn't hit him or anything."
Y/n lets out a relieved sigh.
"I told you I wouldn't be single at the wedding. That I'd be bringing my... girlfriend."
She stopped immediately, her hands frozen in midair, the kettle still leaking a faint trail of steam. She slowly placed the kettle back on the stand, turning to face him.
"What?"
He blinked a few times, trying to gauge her reaction.
"That's it. I kind of... made up that I had a girlfriend."
"Okay..." Y/n crossed her arms, waiting for further explanation.
"And I thought..." Lewis hesitated, looking directly at her now, his expression as if he knew she was about to ask something absurd. "That you could be my girlfriend. For a weekend. Just for the wedding."
For a moment, silence filled the room. Y/n frowned, absorbing the request, but soon burst into genuine laughter, throwing her head back.
"That's a good one, Lew. You almost had me."
When she saw that he wasn't laughing along, her laughter slowly died down. "Wait, are you... serious?"
Lewis just nodded, a wry smile appearing on his lips.
"Do you think this will work?" She asked, still a bit incredulous. "Lew, I've practically been part of your family since birth! They know us like the back of their hand. They won't believe we're dating overnight! Both your family and mine!"
Lewis leaned forward, his hands gesturing as he tried to convince her.
"That's where our friendship comes in! No one will suspect because everyone already knows we're close. It won't be that hard to pretend. It's just for a weekend, Y/n. And honestly, it'll save me from hearing the Same speech as my brother-in-law about how I'm doomed to be alone forever."
Y/n narrowed her eyes at him, clearly assessing how crazy he looked.
"Lew... this is crazy."
He shrugged. "Maybe, but you're the only person I trust with that."
Y/n felt her heart skip a beat in her ribcage and she could already feel butterflies starting to fly in her stomach.
"Are you sure about this? Because if we're going to do this, it's going to take a lot more than 'we're best friends' to convince someone."
Lewis smiled confidently.
"So, does that mean you're going to do it?"
Y/n stared at him for a long moment, before taking a sip of her tea and muttering, "I can't believe I'm actually going to go through this madness with you..."
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Travel day.
"I still think this is crazy," Y/n says, looking over her shoulder as she walks in front of Lewis down the aisle of the plane.
He just laughs and puts a hand on her shoulder.
The weeks had passed quickly, and Y/n and Lewis dedicated themselves to creating the perfect story for the relationship they would present at the wedding.
During the nights they spent together, surrounded by papers scattered on the floor and notes in Y/n's notebook, the atmosphere between them oscillated between lightness and something that neither of them could name.
She jotted down the details as he threw out ideas with ease, as if it was all just another one of their adventures together. But for Y/n, every shared laugh and every exchange of glances as they planned made her heart beat faster.
Lewis, in turn, hid his restlessness behind his laid-back charm. The idea of pretending to be Y/n's boyfriend was something he proposed out of necessity, but secretly it was also the fulfillment of a desire that he didn't dare admit even to himself. Being close to her, even in a false setting, made it seem like what he had wanted for so long could, for a brief moment, come true.
"Where was our first official date?" Y/n asked once with the pencil in her mouth, interrupting the silence.
"In that Italian restaurant, after the Monza GP." He answered without hesitation, a slight smile on his lips.
She nodded, taking notes, but felt her face heat up. No matter how much she tried to rationalize, planning every detail made the fake seem more and more real.
Now, two weeks later and his sister's wedding day even closer, the scene repeated itself.
Sitting side by side, Y/n held the notebook on her lap, while Lewis adjusted the headphones around his neck. The two were silent, but tension hung in the air. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it carried something indefinable. Something they both felt, but neither of them dared to mention.
"Okay, last review." Y/n opened the notebook, turning over some marked pages. "First date?"
"Italian restaurant, after the Monza GP." Lewis replied immediately, with a small, smug smile.
"And what did you order?" She arched her eyebrow, testing whether he had actually memorized the details.
Lewis tilted his head, pretending to think. "Mushroom risotto."
"Great, but you have to remember I ordered lasagna." She pointed her pencil at him, laughing.
"As if I would forget. You even made fun of me because I ate half of your dessert afterwards." He laughed, leaning back against the bench and crossing his arms, relaxed.
Y/n closed the notebook. "And how did we start dating?"
Lewis smiles, pinching her nose a little. "I asked you to be my girlfriend at the race in Brazil. It was just the two of us in the Mercedes garage and I realized I couldn't spend another second without you by my side."
Y/n bit her lower lip. Totally hooked by the words Lewis had just spoken, her heart raced, her hands began to sweat, and then she had to look down at the closed notebook on her lap, giving an awkward smile.
"Alright, Hamilton. I think we're ready then."
"We are!" He noticed her rosy cheeks, but he didn't want to say anything, he just smiled and hugged her sideways. "We'll make this work, I promise..."
Just as Y/n would respond, the announcement that the plane was about to take off filled the speakers. She smiles and pays attention to her messages.
Between the detailed planning of the fake relationship and the rehearsals to make sure it all sounded convincing, they were both invested down to the last bit of emotional energy.
However, Y/n decided that she needed to add something extra to make their arrival at the wedding even more exciting.
A few days before the wedding, she sent a message to Lewis’s sister. Claiming to be overwhelmed with last-minute appointments, she said she would not be able to attend the wedding. The pilot’s sister responded almost immediately, sad but understanding. Despite her disappointment, she said she would look forward to seeing Y/n at her new home after the ceremony.
Y/n felt a pang of guilt sending the message, but knew it would make her arrival that much more memorable.
Meanwhile, Lewis, who was well aware of his best friend's dramatic ideas, took advantage of an afternoon when he was at Y/n's apartment, and called her family while she was by his side. During the call, Lewis casually announced that he would be bringing someone to the wedding - someone special, someone they definitely needed to meet.
Even though you already know it.
Y/n, who initially just helped Lewis keep his tone light during the conversation, ended up joining in. Even without speaking directly, she caught his words and laughed softly at the implications.
The mischievous smiles on both their faces were the only clue that there was more than it seemed.
When they arrived at London airport, the air was thick with anticipation. Y/n pulled her suitcase along while Lewis, sunglasses on his face and an easy smile, walked beside her. They exchanged knowing glances when they realized that no one from their family was there to greet them - everyone had already traveled to the wedding venue in the countryside.
It was a relief, as the chaos that could be caused if someone saw them together and the news of their 'dating' spread around the airport was the last thing they needed.
In the parking lot, they rented a large, comfortable car, ideal for the road to the countryside. Lewis took the wheel with his usual confidence, while Y/n organized the GPS on her phone to guide them. The trip started smoothly, but they both knew that the real challenge was yet to come: convincing their families that they were really dating.
The landscape gradually changed, with buildings giving way to green fields and small picturesque villages. However, even with the beauty of the scenery, nervousness hovered between the two as they chatted to distract themselves.
"Okay, important question we forgot to discuss." Y/n looked at him. "What if someone asks why we haven't told the public and your fans yet?"
Lewis, without hesitation, responded as if he had been preparing the answer for years. "Simple. Let's say our relationship is a secret. We don't want to tell the public because we are prioritizing our privacy."
Y/n tilted her head, considering the answer, before nodding with a small smile. "That's a great plan, actually. I think it'll work."
Lewis raised an eyebrow and, with a smirk, added, "And if nothing works, we can just run away and hide in the field. Who's going to find us here?"
Y/n let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Great plan B, Hamilton. You really thought of everything."
"Of course!"
Despite the joke, they were both aware of the weight of the situation. Their nervousness increased as they approached their destination, as they knew that both the Hamiltons and the Grays would be there.
It wasn't just a challenge to deceive one family, it was two. They had to be on the same page in every detail, but they also had to hide their own conflicting feelings that seemed to threaten to collapse the theater they had created.
The road to the wedding venue was a picture-postcard scene. After miles of green fields and quaint villages, the large, rustic wooden gate finally loomed ahead, flanked by colorful flowers that swayed gently in the wind. Lewis slowed down, and as he passed through the gate, the sound of tires on gravel echoed down the driveway.
The music playing on the car radio made the moment even more perfect.
They drove down a narrow road lined with tall palm trees that created a natural corridor. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dancing shadows across the hood of the car. In the distance, several small wooden houses appeared, their rustic roofs and balconies adorned with hanging flowers. A small lake glistened to the right, reflecting the blue sky and surrounded by well-tended lawns.
Lewis stopped the car in front of the group of cottages, the engine turning off with a soft rumble. The sound of gravel under the tires was replaced by birdsong and leaves rustling in the wind.
He noticed how restless Y/n was, her fingers playing with the fabric of her long dress. Without thinking twice, Lewis placed a comforting hand on her leg, smirking.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice calm. "If you don't want to do this, we can back out now. Just say the word."
Y/n took a deep breath and gave a nervous but determined smile. "No, I do. I'm just... a little tense. I think it's because I'm officially being promoted from 'best friend' to full-time 'girlfriend'."
Lewis chuckled, squeezing her leg lightly. "You're going to rock. Besides, they already love you. And how could they not, right?"
She rolled her eyes, trying to hide the growing smile. "Are you convincing me or yourself, Hamilton?"
While Lewis got out and opened the trunk to get the bags, Y/n stayed inside the car, observing the little houses more closely. It wasn't long before the excited voices of the families got closer.
The group of people emerged from the entrance of one of the larger cabins, the Hamiltons at the front, followed by the Grays, all smiling and waving.
Lewis's cousin ran up to him first, hugging him warmly. "Lewis! I'm so glad you're here! And... How's Y/n? We were so sad she couldn't come..."
Lewis gave an enigmatic smile, adjusting one of the suitcases on the floor. "Oh, about that..."
Before he could continue, his mother hugged him tightly, grinning from ear to ear. "And who is this special person you wanted us to meet? Are you hiding your game, son?"
He looked at her with a smile that was a mix of amusement and anticipation.
"Actually...you already know her."
At that moment, Y/n got out of the car, adjusting her clothes and walking to stand next to Lewis. Absolute silence took over the two families as everyone's eyes fixed on her, confused and surprised.
Lewis, noticing the nervousness that was beginning to show on Yin's face, gently pulled her by the waist, wrapping her in a side hug. He leaned in a little, whispering close to her ear.
"Relax. You look perfect."
Y/n smiled, the genuine gesture lighting up her face as she returned Lewis's warm gaze.
Finally, surprise began to give way to joy. Lewis's sister was the first to react, letting out an excited scream.
"Wait... you two?! Are you serious?!"
"You said you couldn't come!" One of them says, smiling at Y/n.
"Yeah... surprise..." Y/n smiles, raising her arms. "It was all part of our plan."
They are left open-mouthed with surprise and happiness.
"So Y/n. My sister. Is that the secret person you brought to the wedding?" The physical therapist's brother asks Lewis, still in shock.
Lewis laughs, agreeing with him.
Y/n's parents exchange glances with Lewis's mother. They were surprised but happy with the revelation.
"Why didn't you tell us before?! This is amazing!"
"Oh, you know how the media is, right?" Y/n shuffles her foot uncomfortably on the floor, giving a shy smile.
"Well, I must admit we've been waiting for something like this for a while now." Says Anne, Y/n's mother.
Y/n's father nodded, crossing his arms. "You two have always been so close. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it?"
Carmen laughed softly, excited. "I knew it! I always felt like there was something more between you two, you've been close since you were little. But you hide it well, huh?"
Lewis kept the smile on his face, even though he felt a slight tightness in his chest.
"We thought it would be more fun to reveal the truth when we were together in a special moment like this." He replied, keeping his tone light.
Y/n, although shaken by the families' words, managed to respond in the same tone.
"We wanted to keep things to just the two of us for a while. But with everyone here, it felt like the right time." She says, still hugging Lewis sideways, while squeezing his shoulder even tighter. "And we only ask for one thing, we don't want you to post photos or anything like that on the internet. We're still hiding from the media" Y/n smiles.
"Sure, sure!" Some say together.
"My mouth is a tomb" Y/n's brother says and they laugh.
"We'll keep it just in the family. We promise," Leo, Y/n's father says, placing his hand on Lewis' shoulder. "I'm so glad it's you."
Lewis smiles, his heart clenching even more. For a moment, he wanted all of this to be real, he wanted to admit his feelings to Y/n here and now. But he couldn't.
They both exchanged quick, knowing glances, trying to align themselves emotionally while they digested the weight of those reactions.
The families’ words, so full of affection and anticipation, created a bittersweet feeling. They were happy to see their loved ones so excited, but the weight of the lie hung between them.
Suddenly, Lewis' sister's fiance appeared from behind the group, as they congratulated the newest couple who brought together families that had been close for years, with a smile on their faces.
"Wait, wait, who's our pilot's girlfriend?" As he approached and finally saw Y/n, he stopped in place. His eyes widened as he processed the scene. "Are you... serious?" He looked at Lewis, then at Y/n, and shook his head with a smile of disbelief. "I just can't believe you two are together! Childhood best friends... who would have thought it would end like this?!" He hugged the couple at once.
Lewis frowns a little, not expecting this reaction from the man who made the most fun of his love life.
As the families continued to react, commenting on how they had always waited for this moment, Y/n and Lewis felt their hearts heavy,
The words of support and the looks of joy were genuine, and it shook them in different ways. As much as it was all an act, they were both realizing that the lie was becoming much more emotional than they had anticipated.
The Hamilton and Gray families couldn't contain their excitement as they guided Lewis and Y/n towards the cabin where they would be staying. Excited comments, laughter, and questions flowed in all directions, creating a warm and chaotic atmosphere.
Lewis, carrying the two suitcases, calmly followed the group, occasionally casting an amused glance at Y/n.
She, in turn, answered the questions naturally, following the script they had agreed upon, but her smile revealed a slight nervousness that only Lewis seemed to notice.
"So, Y/n, how did you finally get Lewis to commit?" His aunt asked, laughing.
Y/n smiled, pretending to think. "Ah, it was hard. He's a serious case, but in the end, who can resist, right?"
Laughter echoed through the group as Lewis shook his head, feigning indignation but with a smile on his face.
When they finally arrived at the little house where they would stay, everyone stopped for a moment to admire the place. The people stayed there, only the couple's mothers and Lewis's sister went up the stone stairs with the couple, to the small house where they would stay.
It was a small but incredibly cozy cottage, with light wooden walls and large windows that offered a stunning view of the lake next door. Colorful flowers decorated the path to the entrance, and the soft sound of water completed the tranquility of the environment.
Lewis's sister was the first to speak, handing the key to her brother with a mischievous smile.
"Here it is! You two are going to love this place. And honestly, I knew this day would come. It just takes time..."
"Shut up," Lewis interrupted in a whisper, giving her a sharp look, but with a slight hint of humor. The sister laughed, as she knew her brother had feelings for her best friend.
But the thing she didn't know was that the relationship was fake.
Lewis’s mother interjected softly, turning around with a warm smile. Anne was beside her, smiling too. They were so immersed in a conversation about flowers that they didn’t even hear the two brothers teasing each other.
"We'll leave you alone to explore the cabin. Take the opportunity to settle in and rest a little."
"Thank you" Y/n smiles.
The two of them were silent as they watched their mothers and sister walk away, giving each other expectant looks and knowing smiles before disappearing down the path.
When the last one disappeared from sight, Lewis handed the key to Y/n.
"Your turn," he said, with a smile.
Y/n took the key and opened the door, revealing a spacious and tastefully decorated room. The bed, large and comfortable, was adorned with a cute kit, a bottle of wine, two glasses and chocolates and rose petals spread across the entire surface. The windows looked out over the lake, with the reflection of the sky creating a soft, almost magical glow on the water.
Y/n chuckled as she saw the decor, walking slowly around the room as she took in the details.
They really went all out for a couple in love...
She thought, amused by the irony of living this with Lewis.
Lewis followed close behind, dropping his bags by the door and chuckling at the sight of the room. "Well, they've definitely gone overboard on the romantic thing. I think they're expecting an engagement announcement tomorrow."
Y/n chuckled, giving him an amused look.
"You think? I think we forgot to include that in the script."
Lewis watched her reaction, the sincere smile that lit up Y/n's face, and took a few steps towards her.
"You know we can deny anything at any time, right? You just have to say the word, and we'll be done with it.
He was so close that Y/n felt her heart race. When he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, the gentle touch made her breath catch for a moment.
Y/n sighed lightly, trying to regain control, and gave a nervous smile. "And miss the chance to see more reactions from our families? No way."
They laughed together, but deep down, Y/n knew the truth was different. Being there, pretending to be something more with Lewis, made her feel something different, as if, for a weekend, she could experience what it was like to have him not only as a best friend, but as something more.
The thought made her look away for a moment, while the smile remained on her lips.
They came back to reality when several knocks on the door interrupted the silence, with two soft children's voices.
"Uncle Lew! Uncle Lew. We heard you're dating Aunt Y/n!!" The knocking continued, making the fake couple inside the room laugh. "Open up! Open up! We want to see her!"
Lewis and Y/n laugh, walking away and the pilot walking to the door.
"Are we going to have to lie to your nephews too?" She whispers, walking to the door as well, a pout on her lips.
"Unfortunately, dear." Lewis smiles and then opens the door, with the two children entering and running to hug Y/n. "Hey, what about me?"
The children laugh.
••••••••••••••••••••
Next day.
Lewis and Y/n's first day as a fake couple in the presence of both families was a constant test. Between forced smiles that gradually seemed natural and rehearsed responses, the two needed absolute harmony.
Early in the morning, while they were having coffee together with their families, someone asked how they divided up the house. Y/n hesitated for a second, but Lewis, without missing a beat, replied that she was responsible for meals and he was responsible for breakfast.
She gave him a surprised look, but soon joined in the joke, laughing and saying that he overdid it with salt. The lightness of the moment drew laughter from her relatives, but inside, their hearts were racing.
Later, while walking in the countryside with their cousins and childhood friends and Lewis's sister, the subject turned to their first kiss.
Y/n tried to hide it, but Lewis held her hand and gave her a knowing look. He began to describe exactly how they had agreed weeks before, even adding something extra as he spoke excitedly, as if it were real. She followed his story, laughing inside at how he could tell something so convincing.
There were also nervous moments, like when Y/n's grandmother suggested, "You guys should start thinking about having kids. With a connection like that, the kids would be beautiful!"
They both laughed nervously, trying to change the subject, while feeling the heat rise to their faces.
But as challenging as it was, spending the day together as a fake couple also made them realize how much they knew each other and how compatible they were.
The shared laughter, the exchanged glances and the ease with which they dealt with delicate situations only reinforced what they were both afraid to admit: this was starting to feel frighteningly real.
Night came, and in the cabin, Y/n finished applying her makeup in front of a mirror while Lewis sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting the laces of his white sneakers.
The room was lit with a soft light, and the open curtains revealed a view of trees lit by small lanterns scattered across the field.
"I finally got John to stop interrogating me." Lewis commented casually, looking at Y/n in the mirror.
She smiled as she put away her lipstick. "That's because you basically implied that I won you over with my irresistible charm."
"It wasn't a lie," he whispered, looking at the floor with an amused smile.
Y/n stopped for a moment, she had listened. And then, he pretended to roll his eyes to hide the blush he felt. And he decided to ignore it and make another comment.
"But you know what..." She puts her makeup back in her bag. "Today at lunch he was looking at us like he knew something was wrong."
"John is suspicious by nature," Lewis said, standing up and releasing his braids from their updo. "But I think he's starting to accept it. Maybe he's even jealous." He stops at the mirror for a moment, next to Y/n, to fix his braided hair.
"Yeah, because dating you is a prize," Y/n joked, winking at him.
"And isn't it?" he retorted with a smile.
She rolls her eyes, pushing his silhouette away, making the pilot laugh.
"Come on, Hamilton! We have to leave now, so we don't get late." She walks to the bedroom door.
It should also be noted that it was their first night sleeping in the same bed as a fake couple, a fake couple. But still a couple.
Although it wasn't the first time they shared a bed, the circumstances were different now. As children, sleeping in the same bed was something innocent, nights at each other's houses after playing late, or even family trips where improvising a shared bed was part of the fun.
More recently, the comfortable intimacy was still there, as in the time when Mercedes forgot to reserve a room for Y/n during a Grand Prix. Without hesitation, he offered his room, and in the absence of sofas or extra beds, they ended up sleeping together. At the time, Y/n jokingly piled pillows in the middle of the bed, saying it was: "A security barrier to keep you from invading my space, Hamilton." He laughed, but respected it.
Now, though, things were different. They weren't kids anymore, nor were they innocent best friends sharing a space out of necessity. There was a new layer between them—the game they were playing, pretending to be a couple, and the pent-up feelings that seemed to be growing with each interaction.
When they were ready, the two left the cottage where their room was, and walked through the illuminated field. The dew-wet grass shone under the lantern lights.
Lewis, realizing that they were about to enter a place filled with happy looks from both families, stopped and extended his hand to his crush.
"Hold my hand. There's no point in us arriving separately."
Y/n frowned a little, but soon intertwined her fingers with his. The touch was warm and comfortable, and even though she knew it was part of the plan, she felt a tightness in her chest.
"You really take this seriously," she teased, giving the pilot's hand a gentle squeeze.
"I just want to look convincing," Lewis replied with a smile, but his eyes betrayed a deeper feeling. And Y/n noticed.
As they walked hand in hand, Y/n couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if this wasn't a theater.
The large space where the bride and groom's dinner would take place was stunning. Shades of cream, green and gold decorated the space, with tall floral arrangements on round tables and small lights hanging from the ceiling, creating a magical atmosphere. The colors of the wedding invitation were present in every detail, from the napkins to the chairs decorated with bows.
Y/n was wearing a long black and white crochet dress, with firm stitches so that no part of her body was visible and this highlighted her curves in the right way, matching perfectly with her heels. Lewis, on the other hand, looked impeccable in a formal suit, a white button-down shirt, dress pants and a pair of classic sneakers on his feet.
When they walked in, hand in hand, all eyes turned to them. Family and friends of the bride and groom, who had arrived that morning, began to smile.
"They're perfect together," Hamilton commented.
"I always knew this would happen," Y/n's younger brother whispers to his girlfriend.
Y/n felt heat rise on her skin as she heard the comments, while Lewis lightly squeezed her hand. They both exchanged quick glances, almost as if trying to confirm what the other was feeling.
"They really look like a couple in love," Anne, Y/n's mother commented to Carmen, who agreed with a proud smile.
Y/n and Lewis heard enough to feel the weight of the words. The comments were sweet, but they carried with them a truth that they were both beginning to face and for a moment, the desire to confess how they felt grew.
However, silently, they both decided to keep everything as it was, at least for now. After all, the confusion in their hearts was already enough to deal with without adding new layers to that delicately constructed lie.
Lewis and Y/n walked through the room, hand in hand as if they were a long-time couple in love, until they found their designated table. There were Carmen, Y/n's parents and brothers, beyond the space reserved for them.
The conversations at the table died down for a moment as the couple approached, and everyone's eyes turned to them.
"You both look radiant tonight," Anne commented with a warm smile. "As if the paths were set in stone from motherhood."
Literally. They were born in the same maternity ward, with Y/n arriving into the world a week apart from Lewis.
Carmen, sitting nearby, nodded as she studied the two. "Seriously, son, I've never seen you this happy. And you, Y/n, look stunning. We're lucky to have you officially in the family now."
Y/n felt like she was going to cry at Hamilton's mother's sweet words, while Lewis, always confident, just thanked her with a smile.
However, the look they exchanged immediately afterwards was full of meaning, a half-smile of complicity, mixed with something that not even they themselves could admit.
A short time later, Lewis's sister, who had been walking around the room greeting guests, stopped behind him, placing her hands on her brother's shoulders.
"I knew this moment would come. You've finally officially united our families, and not just because of your friendship. I'm so happy." With a wide smile, she looked at Y/n.
The families around laughed, agreeing with comments of joy and satisfaction. Y/n gave Lewis a quick glance, and he returned the gesture, both smiling sideways, with the pilot's hand on her knee, as a comforting way, but with their thoughts racing.
As comforting as it was to see the happy families, the weight of the lie and the intensity of their own feelings were starting to become difficult to ignore. What had once been just planned theater was becoming something more complicated and emotionally challenging.
Dinner was lively, with impeccable dishes being served while conversations flowed around the table. However, for Lewis and Y/n, the evening began to become a mix of fun and tension. They talked, laughed and even told the story they had rehearsed weeks before about how they started dating, when someone at the table asked.
As the glasses of wine and champagne were emptied, the emotional barrier between them seemed to disappear. They both knew they were drinking more than they should, perhaps as a way to numb the feelings that were becoming more and more evident.
Between laughs and long glances, they let out small gestures that seemed genuinely in love, even though they knew they were exaggerating for the audience around them. But deep down, maybe they weren't just pretending.
By the time dinner was over and the music started playing, Lewis and Y/n were both drunk. He pulled her closer, mumbling something about how beautiful she looked that night, while Y/n, unable to contain herself, laughed and replied something equally affectionate. They were both openly flirting now, under the guise of drinking and pretense.
But of course, with all the alcohol they had consumed, something was bound to get out of hand.
Now, hours and hours after dinner was over and everyone had returned to their rooms, the fake couple's room was filled with mess, pillows, cushions and clothes they had used before, thrown on the floor.
Y/n was wrapped in a blanket, staring at the wall in front of her. The large tattoo she had on her collarbone was on full display, shining beneath the dim light of the room, while her hair was a mess. Because the pilot made sure to run his fingers over every inch of her body.
Lewis, on the other hand, had the blanket around his waist, his arms crossed on his lap, while the tattoos on his bare chest were also exposed. He looked at the clothes scattered on the floor, absorbing everything that had happened in the last few hours and how he had had sex with his best friend. I mean, the love of his life. Of course.
They were still slightly drunk, but they were sure to remember this event the next morning.
"That was crazy," Y/n says quietly, turning her head to look at Lewis.
The pilot turns around, but still leaning against the headboard. "Crazy. But good...very goooood. Great!" He emphasizes and Y/n widens her eyes, slowly nodding.
"Definitely," she says, pulling the sheet up. And biting her bottom lip.
They look back where they were looking before, until Y/n turns to him, with a questioning look now.
"Do you want to go again? I feel like I'm still a little drunk to ask the question."
"Of course!" He says without a second thought, pulling her into a hot, passionate kiss.
•••••••••••••••••••••••
Lewis's sister's wedding day.
Y/n woke up with the first rays of sunlight hitting her face. She opened her eyes and felt an arm around her waist, while a hand was stuck in her hair and her legs were tangled with Lewis's.
Then she lets out a sigh, remembering the night before. She had slept with Lewis. And not in the lie-down-close-your-eyes-and-sleep sense. In the sense that they had sex. Drunken sex.
An involuntary smile left her lips, even though she thought it was wrong.
She got up quickly, trying not to make any noise so as not to wake Lewis. The wedding was late in the morning, and the women of the families had already arranged to get ready together.
She put on whatever clothes were in her suitcase and left, ignoring her dress lying on the floor next to Lewis's discarded clothes as well.
The pilot woke up some time later, alone. Y/n's side of the bed was already cold. He ran his hand over his face, feeling his head a little heavy, and looked around. Their clothes were thrown on the floor, a reminder of the night before. He lay back on the bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling, as flashes of the night before passed through his mind. Y/n's laughter, the intense looks, the touches, the kisses.
The line between fake and real had definitely been crossed, and that left something undeniably different between them.
And Y/n seemed to do her best to avoid Lewis.
Whenever he came near, she found an excuse to leave, her face flushing slightly as she remembered what they had done. Despite her calm exterior, inside, she was a whirlwind. The idea of being so close to Lewis now made her nervous, not in a bad way.
While she was being made up, Lewis finally found her alone, waiting for the make-up artist, who had gone out to get something. He walked into the room with a somewhat hesitant but determined expression.
"Hey!" He smiles.
Y/n opens her eyes and leans back in her chair, seeing Lewis there. And then, her heart starts to race faster and faster.
"Hey!" She smiles, trying not to look nervous.
"The day dawned beautiful today for the wedding," he says relaxedly, trying to make the tension go away after what happened last night.
"Yeah. Your sister must be happy with the sun coming out." Y/n looked at the green robe she was wearing and lightly poked the fabric.
Lewis nods and looks at the woman. He sighs deeply before finally speaking.
"About yesterday..." He began, looking at her.
"We had too much to drink, Lewis. It was crazy," she says quickly, but never hinting at regret.
Lewis shakes his head. "Sure, that. It was crazy." He says gesturing with his hands.
The two remain silent for a while, looking at each other and remembering what they did last night. They would confess some time later, that that night was the best they had in their lives.
"Okay. I'll be going then. You need to put on your makeup and I need to get ready too." Lewis says and Y/n nods, swallowing hard. "See you at the wedding."
"Sure, sure. Yes." She says trying not to sound nervous, but clearly failing. Lewis smiles at that.
"See you later, doll" He winks, leaving Y/n completely dizzy in the room.
She leans back in her chair again, sighing and biting her lower lip as her mind races through memories of Lewis roaming her body.
They both knew that this was more than just the effects of the drink. They had crossed the line between friendship and theater, and that was something they couldn't ignore.
When the wedding finally arrived, the setting looked like something out of a fairy tale. The altar was set in an open field, surrounded by flowering trees that swayed gently in the wind. White chairs were arranged in perfect rows, decorated with small flower arrangements that matched the palette of the invitation.
The guests took their seats and the groomsmen and bridesmaids walked down the aisle. Lewis, as his sister's best man, walked in with one of his cousins, flashing an easy, confident smile.
However, as he passed by the row where Y/n was sitting, his eyes found her. The passionate look he gave her was impossible to ignore. Y/n, feeling the impact of that, smiled back, showing a look full of affection and love. She winked with one eye and Lewis laughed lightly, walking to the altar.
The bride appeared next, causing the guests to gasp. She looked radiant, and the groom, visibly moved, was waiting for her at the altar. When the ceremony began, the environment was permeated with an almost palpable energy. Y/n, sitting among her family, couldn't hold back her tears as the vows were exchanged. She wiped her tears casually with her fingertips, but Lewis from the altar noticed and couldn't help but smile softly.
During the ceremony, Lewis and Y/n's eyes met more than once. It was as if they were having a silent conversation, full of feelings that could not be expressed there. At a moment when the vows were especially emotional, Lewis leaned a little to the side and, almost imperceptibly, whispered:
"I love you."
The words were spoken with such sincerity that they hit Y/n hard. She felt a lump form in her throat as more tears welled up in her eyes. Pretending to still be emotional about the ceremony, she lowered her head to hide it, but her heart was beating fast.
And of course, when the bride and groom accepted the engagement, Lewis couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it were him and Y/n there at the altar. She in a beautiful and expensive white wedding dress, with tears streaming down her face as he placed the ring on her finger and declared all his love for the girl - now woman, who he had loved since they were children.
And they both knew that this was beyond acting, and maybe it was finally time to stop pretending.
The bride and groom’s reception was as enchanting as the ceremony had been. Under a blue sky with clouds, a vast open space in the countryside hosted the celebration. Rows of flowers hanging from wires softly highlighted the surroundings, creating a magical atmosphere. In the background, the lake reflected the brightness of the sun’s rays.
Y/n was deep in conversation about her work with some of Lewis’s aunts and cousins. They seemed fascinated by her stories and asked questions, while she responded with a warm and excited smile, gesturing to emphasize her points.
Meanwhile, Lewis watched her from afar, with a soft smile on his face. The pilot approached and lightly touched her arm, catching her attention.
Y/n turned around, smiling when she saw him.
"Hey, could I borrow my Y/n for a little while?" He asked, his voice light but his eyes filled with something deeper.
Lewis's cousins smiled knowingly and nodded quickly. "Sure, we'll talk later, Y/n," they said, leaving the couple alone.
Y/n agreed smiling, watching them leave until they were far away from her and Hamilton.
The Mercedes team physiotherapist turned her gaze to Lewis, the smile still on her face, but her heart already starting to race as she noticed how stunning he looked in that impeccable outfit.
She sipped some champagne from her glass and joked, "What do you want from me, Sir Lewis Hamilton?"
He rolled his eyes slightly, laughing.
"I want to talk to you," he said, his voice lower, almost hesitant, but carrying an intensity that made her alert.
She nodded, her eyes scanning his face as he stepped closer. His unmistakable scent invaded her senses, and Y/n felt a warmth grow in her chest.
"But... away from people," he added, giving her a quiet smile.
Y/n frowned slightly, puzzled, but tried to appear calm. She set the glass down on the nearest table and followed Lewis. He held her hand firmly, his fingers intertwined with hers, gently pulling her through the flower field.
They walked towards the lake, where a small wooden bridge spanned the serene water. The structure was decorated with small arrangements of white flowers, reflecting in the lake like stars dancing on the surface.
Y/n felt her heart beating fast, both because of the scenery and because of Lewis's presence beside her. He stopped in the middle of the bridge, slowly letting go of her hand and leaning against the railing, looking out at the water. She stood next to him, leaning against the railing too, feeling the cool breeze caress her skin and his eyes meet hers.
"Why did you bring me here?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly, trying to maintain her composure, but already beginning to imagine what would come next.
Lewis took a deep breath, his gaze so sincere and vulnerable that it made Y/n hold her breath. He knew it was now or never.
His gaze was more intense than ever, as if he was gathering the courage to say something he had been holding back for a long time.
"Lewis??" She asked, but he held up his hand, as if asking for a moment to speak.
"Just listen to me for a minute, okay?" He took a deep breath, looking away from the lake for a moment before turning back to her. "I've thought of a thousand ways to say this. Actually, I've tried not to say it. I've tried to convince myself that this was a stupid idea, that it could ruin everything, but..." He paused, laughing humorlessly. "After last night... I can't pretend it's not happening anymore. I've never been good with words when it comes to you. But you've always been more than just my best friend, Y/n. Ever since we were kids, I felt something about you that I didn't know exactly what it meant, but then when we reached adolescence, I realized that I loved you. I loved you as more than a best friend... I was already crazy about you. And I tried to put it aside because I thought it was the right thing to do, because you were too important to risk. But now... Now I'm here, in the middle of this bridge, and all I can think is that if I don't tell you how I feel, I'll regret it for the rest of my life... Y/n Gray, I love you. With every fiber of my being, I love you. And I'm not saying this as a friend, I'm saying this as someone who wants to cross that line, who wants to be your boyfriend, fiancé, husband and father of our babies. And if I'm messing this up, just slap me in the face and yell at me, and I'll understand too..."
Y/n laughed at the last sentence and bit her lips, as if trying to stop the tears from falling violently from her eyes. God, she had been waiting for this confession for years, and lately she thought it would never come, but here they are, declaring their love for each other.
"I'm not going to slap you or yell at you." She laughs, wiping away her tears. "On the contrary, I'm going to tell you that I love you too. Because yes, I love you, Lewis Hamilton. I love you beyond friendship, beyond everything we've been for 35 years. I love you romantically, and I also hope to be your girlfriend, fiancée, wife, and mother of our babies." She smiles, now with Lewis smiling and tears falling from his eyes. "And I confess that I tried to ignore that too. For years. I convinced myself that you deserved more, that our friendship was enough, that it wasn't worth risking." She laughs softly, the sound almost sad. "But I think last night took away all the excuses I had... That we had."
He lifted one hand, cupping her face gently, his thumb tracing a gentle path across her cheek.
"So maybe... we can stop risking everything by just being friends."
She laughed, a lone tear escaping, and Lewis quickly wiped it away. "Is that your way of saying you want us to stop pretending?"
"It's my way of saying that I don't want to pretend with you anymore," he replied, leaning in slowly.
Y/n closed her eyes, her heart beating so fast it seemed to echo in the silence around her. And then, his lips met hers, warm, soft and full of everything they had kept for years. It was a kiss that didn't need words, a different kiss than the one from the night before. Less drunk and rushed.
Y/n smiles between the kiss, when she feels Lewis's hand move further down her back.
When they pull apart, Lewis sees Y/n's loving gaze. "Well, is it too early to ask you out for real?"
She smiles, shaking her head.
"Okay then," he kneels down. "I don't have a ring here right now, but Y/n Gray... Will you date me? Officially? No rehearsed lines or plans in a notebook?"
Y/n laughs, crouching down a little. "Yes, Lew. I accept!" She smiles.
Lewis quickly gets up, picking Y/n up and spinning her around in the air, giving her several little kisses on the face before placing her on the ground and pulling her into a tight hug. With Y/n's face buried in the pilot's neck.
"You know what?" Lewis asks and Y/n questions. "The sex yesterday was good!"
She stands up, looking at him in disbelief, while having a mischievous smile on her face. Y/n lightly hits her boyfriend's chest.
"Hey, can you stop ruining cute moments like this with dirty comments?" She teases, making Lewis laugh and pull her into his embrace.
And after years and years, the two finally felt complete and with a weight off their bodies. They finally belonged to each other.
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fly-you-dam-fools · 3 days ago
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I just saw a clip of this yesterday, and now today, and I just had to go watch the full thing
I, cried. I cried hard. I missed it when my days were brighter because of them. I missed when I felt confident enough when things felt hard. I missed being surrounded by their laughter in every form.
I missed Hobi’s laughter and falling on his members, and the way he would light up every room. I missed how Jimin would go out of his way to make us all laugh. I missed the way Namjoon would look judgmentally at these six other boys that were his family. I missed Tae’s cutest boxy smile and the way he would say all the funniest things. I missed Jin and him playfully scolding the members but leaving us all wondering if he was the maknae. I missed Yoongi and his soft sweet inside and his legendary unbotheredness. I missed our golden maknae Jungkook for his funny personal Vlives and the way he’s so good at everything but so humble.
I missed Hobi’s strict dance stare, his funny fake ab reveal, the first time I heard that he had no fan letters and I wanted to give him the world, when he cried when they almost didn’t exist anymore, when I found out that BTS would have lost their J-Hope and I cried for just how fate still tied them together, and how I know how hard it is the be the sunshine every day of your life but I feel you and I’m so proud you got to show all the other sides of you that was hard to, I love the dedication you put into your dance moves, trust me we see it all shine through. I missed Jimin’s funny relationship with chairs and his Jimin Effect on everyone and how his voice could go to the sky and back again, how his eyes crinkled when he smiled just right, how he would hold on tight, how his dances were nothing but flawless, and how you’re perfect the way you are you don’t need to change anything about you we love you. I miss Yoongi and being so proud of him that he endured all that dancing even though he just wanted to make music, to keep going despite his injury, for the endless kindness beyond his eyes, and see him in Haegum and thrive and how we see you we see you were here for you. I missed the way Namjoon would purposefully sing badly to make the members laugh or how even though his music got thrown away he kept going at it, and how no Namjoon, you’re not a monster you never were you aren’t now and you never will be, and I thank him so much for loving them together and being the leader we all need. I missed Jin and his worldwide handsome face and self-esteem that built mine up from the ground, his silly dances, his undeniably funny rap, and how we don’t forget that you’re the oldest and you’ve had some burdens to bear too, but thank you for making me laugh every time and smile whenever I hear Super Tuna. I missed Tae’s not so subtle vibe checks, and the way he would control his voice so well, how we know you should have been shown to the world but we see you, know we see you now and we love you to ends that never end, how we’ll remember Yeontan with you and all the memories he brought for you for the boys and for us. I missed our all grown up baby maknae Jungkook who was out there paving the way and learning and brought all of his talents to play, his cute bunny nose and actions, his unsupervised playing hanging over balconies, the way you let your eyes shine at the concerts, and the emotions that you let us see, and for giving up a part of your childhood so we could see ours too, to you getting that degree, and your skills in everything.
For Jungkook for saying rrrrrrrrrrrrap monster and looking at Namjoon like he was the only star in his eyes. For Jimin and Tae to realize they were the soulmates that were meant to be. To Yoongi for yelling J-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE and Jungkook for calling Hobi handsome when we know what he was going through. For all the shared hugs they shared with each other that I can’t even recall who embraced who- just one big hug of seven on a glowing stage in a sea of purple.
I realize that I’m forgetting so many things and what was once a pillar of many in my life is growing back slowly with all these vines holding them together as each of them come back, be good to them, 2025
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the-scarlet-witch-22 · 4 months ago
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"You were always surprised at how well she was able to connect with any piece and make it her own, with every flourish of her baton and wave of her hands, it was as if she was the one composing the musical masterpiece herself."
-The Lark Ascending
A very, very special thank you to the very brilliant art anon who created the conductor!Agatha of my dreams! You're so beyond talented, and I'm so honored you made this. Truly, thank you <3
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The Lark Ascending Masterlist
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seekforwarmth · 6 months ago
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hello and welcome to the july fic rec featuring my favourite works i read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading!  rec tag | more rec lists
— harry/louis —  
໑ If Life Is a Photograph by @allwaswell16 (T, 2k, strangers to lovers, canon divergence, singer louis, photographer harry, meet-cute, mexico) Harry gets plucked out of the crowd to take Louis’ crew pic on stage in Guadalajara.
໑ It Was Electric Touch by @allwaswell16 (E, 2.2k, acquaintances, canon divergence, singer louis, assistant harry, age difference, afhf, brazil) Harry, assistant to The Snuts' manager, has been indulging in fantasies about the headliner and founder of the Away From Home Festival, Louis Tomlinson. He gets the chance to indulge in the real thing at the after party.
໑ Tastes Like Violets by @allwaswell16 (T, 2.2k, strangers to lovers, famous/famous au, popstar harry, rockstar louis, social media, flirting) Pop star Harry Styles has a bit of a crush on his makeup artist's brother.
Or Louis has a death metal band, Harry doesn't mind public challenges via Twitter, and Lottie thinks they're both hopelessly chaotic.
໑ A ROad and A ROmance to self discovery by @rockstarlwt28 (G, 3k, friends, motivational speaker louis, student harry, lgbt+ themes, read tags and author’s note) Louis Tomlinson, a motivational speaker for the LGBTQ plus community finds himself confronted with a student who is determined to derail his presentation. Reaching boiling point and landing in hot water, Louis seeks out a place of serenity. A welcomed presence of additional tranquillity and renowned first class student Harry Styles, accompanies him.
໑ Babydoll by @louixamor (E, 4.7k, somewhat established relationship, boss/employee relationship, guard harry, italian mafia, morally grey characters, read tags and author’s note) Married to one of the most powerful men in the Mafia, Louis feels nothing but loneliness and dissatisfaction.
Lucky for him, his security guard is there to fill the void.
Literally.
໑ Couldn't Forget You If I Tried by heartbreakwthr / heart_breakwthr (E, 7k, strangers to lovers, college/university au, blind date, first dates, (or is it?), drunkenness) “What if he’s ugly?” Zayn leans in the doorway to the living room, raising an eyebrow and fixing Louis with a perplexed gaze.
“Then you’ll call me and get me out of it,” Louis attempts a shrug as best as he can with the couch cushions laid out around him. Louis smirks, “I’m going to text him back.”
Louis sits up, his eyebrows pull together, and he crafts a perfectly worded text back to the mysterious man he’s been texting with vaguely throughout the week. He writes: "7 is perfect. See you then. x"
“I’m not bailing you out of this one. If he’s ugly and boring and terrible you’re just going to have to deal with it,” Zayn shakes his head and crosses his arms, his signal that the conversation is well and truly done.
Louis doesn’t mind. He’s got a date.
Louis goes on a blind date. Kind of.
໑ If Control is My Religion… by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 (E, 14k, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, mpreg au, football player louis, athletic trainer harry, tarot reading) “So just to recap, you’ve been vomiting every single morning, and then you seem to be fine for the rest of the day?”
Louis nods. “Except for yesterday when Liam was eating a tuna sandwich after practice and it smelled vile. Who the hell even likes tuna sandwiches?”
Niall sighs in the way that a disappointed parent might. “Louis, please don’t take this in the wrong way, because I’m not judging you at all. But is there any possibility that you’re pregnant?”
Louis scoffs. Technically, it is possible. Louis’ known he was a male carrier since his routine physical when he was sixteen. But it isn’t actually possible, not really. He and Harry always use a condom.
Except for that one day a few weeks ago when Louis had forgotten to buy more and they couldn’t wait. And the time the week before that when the condom had broke, but they both figured it was probably fine.
Shit.
(Or the one where Louis is a professional football player, who’s in a very mutually beneficial no-strings-attached relationship with the team’s medical trainer Harry. Everything in Louis’ life is exactly how he wants it. Until he finds himself unexpectedly pregnant).
໑ Smooth like Chocolate by @silverstuff50 (E, 16.2k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, au pair louis, seduction, sneaking around) Part of the Omegaverse Fic Fest 2024 Prompt: Omega Louis babysits Alpha Harry’s little siblings. Harry comes home from uni break to see this pretty omega baking cookies in his family home.
໑ Beautiful, Dirty, Rich by @starryhazelou (E, 23.5k, strangers to lovers, age difference, rich harry, law student louis, read tags and author’s note) Later that night, Louis arrived home and screamed into his pillow when he flopped onto his mattress. This prompted Niall to appear in the doorway with a concerned look on his face. A beer was being nursed carefully in his hand, blue eyes glassy from the booze.
“Um… Are you okay?” It came out quietly like he was scared of spooking Louis.
Louis dramatically flipped over to stare at his roommate, “I met the love of my life at work, but he’s a club member so it’s forbidden.” He whined loudly, jutting his bottom lip out in faux distress.
“Shit Lou, you had me worried. Thought someone died or something,” The boy groaned, strolling over to plop himself onto the mattress, “So, tell me about this guy you wanna fuck.”
“Ni he’s the sexiest person I’ve ever met. I want to be his trophy wife he shows off, and have all his babies, and be at his beck and call twenty-four seven,” All he received in return was an unimpressed stare, his friend rolling his eyes at the antics.   ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊   Cart girl Louis x Sugar daddy Harry
໑ Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by mandylynn4 / mirandasch93519 (E, 27k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, best friend’s brother, police officer louis, singer harry, summer) Louis is an omega who's just completed his criminal justice degree and hoping to get into the alpha-dominated field of police work. He's spent four years hiding his secondary gender in fear that he'll not be taken seriously, or worse, not be able to continue with his chosen career path. After his summer internship is complete, he has plans to move to a more progressive city, where his secondary gender won't be an issue. He goes home to finally relax and spend the last summer with his mother and sisters before he moves and finds that his younger sister has a new best friend - a gorgeous alpha named Harry. With the singer-songwriter alpha in the house hanging around all summer long, Louis has to work even harder to keep his secondary gender hidden, which means drastic measures have to be taken. It certainly doesn't help that Harry is friendly, flirtatious, and extremely tactile… Written for the 1D Omegaverse Fic Fest 2024.
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artemis-pendragon · 1 year ago
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Shout out to Good Omens fic writers I legitimately don't know what I'd do without y'all in this trying time
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amscraypunk · 6 months ago
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Prince Race and blacksmith Spot my BELOVEDS!
Art by the incredibly talented @tankunionion ! If you need me I'll be crying forever about this thanks
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cadoodledoodleydoo · 9 months ago
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Both haunted & holy. @amevello-blue and @alicat54c are back at it again feeding me with even more found family turtles™️. If you haven't checked out Pawn's Gambit yet on AO3 you're sorely missing out. Please enjoy this slinky little baby. Bardi my love. What a perfect big brother 💕
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ladymidnight-goesforth · 10 months ago
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Tamlin Week Coloring Pages 2024, originals found here.
Art by @taymartiart, Coloring by me
@tamlinweek
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Materials used: Copic markers, Prismacolor colored pencils, POSCA paint pen
Please do not repost.
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gallawitchxx · 4 months ago
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doshi’s delightful picrew ✨🥹
holy moly, our very own @doshiart MADE A PICREW & IT IS SO CUUUTE! thank you for your art, thank you for tagging me to play & also to @mybrainismelted @mmmichyyy @michellemisfit
@energievie @palepinkgoat & @firecrxtch for inviting me too! <3
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buns & birkenstocks 🖤
tagging @heymrspatel @whatthebodygraspsnot @gardenerian @catgrassplantdad @whatwouldmickeydo
@thisdivorce @crossmydna @creepkinginc @jrooc & @deedala if you want! if not, i’m sending you love across the interwebs! xx
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yujeong · 4 months ago
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I have no idea what I'm doing.
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 1 year ago
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slightly shit day: *occurs*
me: well i guess it’s time to re-read shy of a spark for the 163748275th time
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