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Heaven in Hiding
Austin Butler:
Golden Globes Winner
Cillian Murphy:
I Got You
Lewis Hamilton:
P9
Going Public
Practice Day
Blast From the Past part I - part II
The Problem With Lewis Hamilton
What Heaven Feels Like
In Your Arms
… Athletic?
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The Sweetest Devotion series part I / part II / part III / part IV / part V / part VI
Nothing I Hate More
Safe Space
Just the Two of Us
I Can(‘t) Do It With a Broken Heart
Training Season
All I Want
Lando Norris:
Where’s The Trophy? He Just Comes Running Over To Me
Hi guys! My Bad Bunny posts have been getting some attention (which I’m grateful for 🥰), and I just wanted to let you know that I’m still writing the first Benito x reader piece, and it should be posted this week!
There’s probably going to be another one after that, but I’ll have to check my ask box and the reactions to my posts to know which one I’ll do next
My requests are momentarily closed, because I don’t want to make you wait too long
Thanks for interacting with me, it’s been fun! See ya very soon 💋
I have a request, I love a cliché story, so I would love to read a friends to lover where they know each other since kids and started to have feelings for each other as teenagers but never had the courage to say something about it
All I Want - Lewis Hamilton
Summary: the reader and Lewis grew up together and stayed friends throughout the years. Though she had feelings for him ever since they were teenagers, she chose to keep it a secret… but what if he shares the same feelings as she?
Author’s note: this was so fun to write! It is pretty long though, and it could’ve definitely been divided into two but oh well… 😬. Hope you guys like it!
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Enjoy 🫶🏻
They say your first love stays with you forever.
Some would say it’s even more difficult to forget them when they end up becoming a world-renowned athlete. Lewis Hamilton was your very first love.
Growing up in Stevenage, you met when you were in kindergarten together. You could barely talk at the time, but one day you played together - and you never left each other’s side after that. Your parents started getting to know each other with time and got along great, which made things easier too. You were often at Lewis’ house or he was at yours, and it became something completely natural that both of your families were comfortable with. You sometimes went to do go karting with Lewis and his dad during the weekends - and as time went on you were supportive of him pursuing his passion.
Through the years, even though you didn’t always have time to hangout together as much as you would’ve liked, you still always stayed in touch and remained friends.
But something changed around the time you turned 14. Like all your friends, you were starting to be more and more interested in boys, and you started developing what seemed like a crush on Lewis. Everyone was having their firsts: first kiss, first date, and even first time having sex… and the only person that you had in mind was Lewis.
He was your ideal boyfriend.
Kind. Generous. Funny. Caring. And good looking of course.
While flirting and dating seemed to come naturally for everyone (including Lewis), it took you some time to put your feelings for him aside before you started having fun yourself.
For Lewis, racing was his main focus in life and he didn’t take dating too seriously until he met Nicole. He was fully in love with her, and you knew it from the moment he told you about her.
“Lewis told me so much about you!,” Nicole said excitedly when she first met you.
She was… perfect. So pretty. The most beautiful, shiny hair. A hell of a body. And of course - she was a sweetheart to you. Which made things worse for you, because you couldn’t help but be secretly jealous of her relationship with Lewis.
“She is lovely, Lewis,” you told him sincerely later that night.
Because you wanted the best for him. You wanted him to experience real love, to be with a loyal partner who would be by his side through thick and thin. And Nicole was that person for Lewis, for a while.
You dated a few men over the years, and you even got engaged to one of them. You had been dating your boyfriend for 3 years when he proposed, and you said yes. You were over the moon, you really felt in love with him. Lewis was one of the first people you told the news to.
“Oh wow… that’s great. Congratulations,” his eyes looked somewhat lost as he was looking at your engagement ring through his phone screen. With the vastly different lives that you had, FaceTime was the best option to break the news to him without having to wait too long until you saw him.
Flashing your ring proudly in front of the camera, you hummed
“He proposed while we were on vacation. Can you believe it? Proposed during the sunset at the beach and everything,”
“Yeah, he really went all out for you. Congratulations to you both,” he nodded and forced a polite smile while looking at you through the screen. Even though you thought he was behaving strangely, you pretended not to notice and told yourself he was probably just jet lagged and tired.
Needless to say, that relationship didn’t last long after the engagement. You realized you didn’t love your fiancé as much as you thought, and you didn’t want to live your life in a lie. After a year, you broke off the engagement and broke up with him.
Meanwhile, you felt like Lewis changed a lot after he and Nicole broke up for good. He was more distant for a while. He still texted you from time to time, but way less than he used to. In the meantime, he was getting a lot of attention from the media - mainly because he was being seen and rumored to be dating with a lot of different women. You felt like they had absolutely nothing in common with you, and you even struggled to understand Lewis. You felt like maybe he changed too much and your friendship could be just another sacrifice that he’d have to make as he continued to get more and more successful and popular. You would always text him before an important race though, and congratulate him for his mind blowing achievements. Slowly, he made his way by to you and he asked to hangout with you more and more. He took you on vacations again, and he’d invite you to Grand Prix weekends, paying for all your expenses and trying his best for you to have the time of your life (like he always did with all his loved ones, really). Ever since he had gotten into F1, after taking care of his parents financially the way he wanted to, he always insisted on paying for the trips he invited you on. You were definitely uncomfortable with that, but Lewis wouldn’t change his mind about that despite your best efforts to try and convince him.
December of 2021 was a significant time for him. He had invited you in Abu Dhabi for the final GP of the season. Expectations were high before the race, and the mental turmoil that followed was even more intense.
You and his friends had planned a whole night of celebration for Lewis. You bought a very expensive outfit for the occasion - that you couldn’t wait to wear. You were supposed to celebrate at the hotel and then go clubbing until the sun rose. Well, party time was over.
That night, in his hotel room, when it was only the two of you, it was the first time that you saw him cry.
With time, you and Lewis got even closer. His fans knew about you for years at that point, they weren’t surprised to see you hangout together. You weren’t too much of a fan of the whole fame thing; it wasn’t something that you ever got used to. You were scared that people might believe you were just using Lewis for his money or to try and get famous yourself, so you never engaged much with what was happening on social media.
Lewis invited you and his mom to see his first Ferrari test in January 2025. You hadn’t seen Carmen in a while, so you were ecstatic. You loved Carmen and her relationship with Lewis. They were very tender together and had a really loving relationship. She was always nice to you too, and you were invited quite a few times at her house throughout the years both when you were a kid and when you were an adult. You also saw her and the rest of Lewis’ family to celebrate his titles or when he first got to McLaren and then to Mercedes.
After the testing was done, you spent the evening at a nice restaurant with Lewis, Carmen and Angela. The energy was vibrant; everyone was excited about Lewis’ new chapter. After working so many years at Mercedes, Ferrari felt like a completely different chapter just waiting to happen. Lewis was nervous but he also couldn’t wait to start driving for Ferrari officially. He truly seemed content with his life in that moment. He felt confident in his choice.
You all came back to your hotel after the meal. You, Carmen and Angela were staying at the same hotel, but your room was right next to Lewis’.
“It’s still pretty early… we could chat some more in my suite if you’d like,” Lewis said simply, which didn’t really surprise you as you did that a few times in the past.
You sat down on a stool of his suite’s bar area. Lewis had turned the TV on in another room and turned the lights of the bar on. He didn’t invite you to drink alcohol of course, you knew you would both drink non-alcoholic drinks.
As he was preparing your glasses of water, you couldn’t help but be distracted by how handsome he was.
His strong physique was especially prominent under the lights of the bar area. He was wearing a simple white sweatshirt and black pants, his hair put into twists and a low bun. He was wearing a few different earrings and rings, which especially caught the light when he faced you and put your glass in front of you.
You thought about how good his presence alone made you feel. Through the years, you knew him through the different stages of his life, but you liked how he was in that moment. He had learned to be present, grounded, calm. So you always felt comfortable in his presence - especially since he always did everything to make sure you were happy and having a good time when you were with him.
You were talking about the next day and how you had to leave during the evening to go back to work.
Lewis sat down next to you and took a sip of his water, taking a moment. He was clearly lost in his thoughts.
As you saw the expression on his face change, and you got quiet.
He put down his glass on the bar and took a deep breath.
“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about. I’m not the best at this, so please bear with me,” he made eye contact with you again and you gave him a questioning look. There was definitely tension behind his eyes.
“Everything okay?”
“Uhm-uhm,” he nodded. “Listen, I know I might ruin a good thing, but it’s about time I tell you about this,”
“Okay… what’s going on?” Lewis got you almost worried. Your heart started pounding in your chest. Lewis took your left hand in his, resting it on your bare thigh. You were wearing a dress, and you weren’t used to him touching you /like this/. It felt different. His hand was warm to the touch, his big palm and fingers engulfing your smaller hand against his.
“I’m about to start a whole new chapter of my life, and I want to do things differently. I don’t want to hide anymore,”
He cleared his throat and looked down at your hands. He seemed almost shy and nervous, which he almost never was with you.
“I-I’ve had feelings for you ever since I can remember. I never told you during all these years, for so many reasons. I tried avoiding those feelings, pretending they weren’t there… they never go away,” his gaze finally focused on you again. “The truth is that I’ve loved you all this time. I love you now, and I probably always will,” he maintained eye contact with you and you could swear your heart was beating faster than it ever had.
You were floored. You never really thought that Lewis saw you as more than just a friend. Yes he had always complimented you, and yes he was always protective of you. His gaze on you would sometimes linger a second too long and his touch made you feel some type of way… but you thought it was just in your head. Plus you often felt like you could never compete with the women he was seen with.
“Say something, please,” he said in a low voice, visibly nervous at this point.
“I’m confused. I’m so different from girls that you’ve been with in the past. I’m just…” you shook your head, looking at your hands as you were searching for the right words. “I’m just me, your childhood friend from Stevenage,” you looked up at him again
“And that’s perfect to me. You’re all I want,” he sounded sure of himself. “They never compared to you. I was never attracted to someone as much as I am attracted to you. I love your personality, and the chemistry that we share. We know each other better than anyone else. And seeing you today with my mum and Angela… it meant the world to me. It just feels so right,” his thumb went over your knuckles delicately, barely touching your skin. You squeezed his hand a little.
His eyes on you were so soft and loving. You couldn’t believe he was telling you all this. Couldn’t believe you were not dreaming.
“I love you too, Lewis. I always have,” you admitted. There was an expression of pure relief all over Lewis’ face.
“You do?” he asked excitedly, almost like a little kid who just got told he’d get exactly what he wanted for Christmas.
You nodded. You felt the corners of your mouth curling into a smile - an expression that he mirrored directly.
“I never had the balls to tell you. I thought you just saw me as a friend and I never dared trying anything. And these girls-“
Lewis cut you off. “These girls didn’t mean anything. I was in love with Nicole, but I still had you on my mind and I couldn’t commit 100%. After that I never really tried again,”
You shook your head. It all felt silly in that moment.
“Why didn’t we talk about this earlier?” you shrugged
“We still have time. This could be a fresh start for us too, you know… What do you think?” he bit his bottom lip nervously. He looked adorable.
“I quite like that idea,”
A wide smile spread on Lewis’ lips, his eyes sparkling like never before. He let go of your hand and leaned in slowly. You met him halfway until your lips touched. His lips were soft against yours, his cologne filling your nostrils for what felt like the first time. Your lips moved gently, softly. It was different but it felt so natural too. You cupped his cheek, stroking his beard with your thumb. When you pulled away, Lewis still had the same sparkles in his eyes. There was no doubt you did too.
“I thought about this so many times. I’ve been wanting this forever,” he said sincerely, his loving eyes scanning your face
“Took you some time, huh, lover boy,” you teased
“Let me make up for it,” he stood up and cupped your face, leaning in again
To the Anon that requested literally months ago (oops.. 🫣) a friends to lover where Lewis and the reader know each other since they were kids: I’m working on it, and it should be posted around this weekend!
And if anyone wants to be tagged when I post it, let me know!
Author’s Note: Hi guys! I’m aware that I haven’t posted anything on here for a while, but I had the worst writer’s block 😣. Hopefully it’s all behind me now! Suggestions are still open, don’t hesitate to send me your ideas (or if you just want to chat, you’re welcome to!)
Summary: the reader pranks Lewis by asking him ‘do you wish you were athletic?’. What would a 7 (8, really 🤭) time World Champion respond to that?
Cute, light, silly, puppy love kind of vibe.
Warnings: some swearing and Lewis getting slightly frustrated
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Enjoy! ❤️ Feedback is always appreciated 🫶🏻
One silly conversation in the group chat was all it took.
One of your friends sent a TikTok of a girl asking her military-working boyfriend if he wishes he were more athletic. The next thing you knew, another friend said it’d be super fun if you did the same prank to Lewis.
That Friday night, Lewis was playing Call of Duty in the living room, sitting on the edge of the couch. You were sitting crossed-legged next to him, your eyes focused on your phone as you were scrolling on IG - when you decided to finally prank him.
You started recording and held your phone in your hand, basically only filming Lewis and yourself from the side.
Your left hand went on Lewis’ back, caressing his skin through his t-shirt. His gaze was focused on the TV screen, his muscles tense under your fingertips.
“Hey, babe,” you said innocently
“Uhm?”
“Do you ever wish you were athletic?”
There was a second of silence.
You tried your best to keep a straight face.
“… Athletic? What do you mean?” he asked
“I mean - naturally athletic,”
Lewis rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“What kind of question is that? I am athletic,” he shrugged.
You looked at the TV screen, seeing that Lewis was clearly starting to get irritated. He was playing online - which meant that he was focused and he obviously didn’t want to be distracted at that point.
“Are you, really?” you bit your lip, trying not to smile or laugh
“The hell are you saying? I am athletic. And I’m busy right now anyway,”
You held your hands up “okay then. If you say so,”
A few seconds later, Lewis lost at CoD.
“Holy fucking shi-“ he let out a sigh of frustration and gave you a look.
“What?” you asked innocently
“You distracted me, silly. That’s ‘what’,” he rolled his eyes and put the controller on the coffee table.
He turned to you, and just as you were about to stop recording, he let out a second sigh
“And why the hell would you not think I’m athletic anyway?”
You let out a chuckle, clearly amused by how frustrated he got
“Oh you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” a smile finally appeared on his lips. His eyebrows raised in relief, the tension previously visible in his eyes slowly disappearing. His hands traveled to your knee and then your ankle, pulling you closer to him like you weighted nothing. Your legs went on both sides of his body instinctively as you were unable to keep yourself from smiling.
“No, you’re like, so thin. There’s not an ounce of muscle on that body of yours,” it was clear at that point that you didn’t mean any of that - especially when he started towering over you, his hands traveling to your sides. He let out a spontaneous laugh.
“Oh my God…” he shook his head. “You wouldn’t dare trying to prank me or something, would you, babe?” he stopped for a second and looked at your phone.
“Okay, okay, I’ll admit it. It was a prank,” your hands found his as you cautiously tried to pull them away from your sides. “Just a silly TikTok trend. I’ll stop recording,”
But Lewis was quicker than you. He got a hold of your phone “oh, and you’re recording this. Trying to make me look stupid, aren’t you, babe?”
“No,” you chuckled. Lewis had a way of making you feel like a teenager who’s having a crush for the first time. The way he behaved with you - he was so controlled yet so chill at all times. And he made you weak for multiple reasons.
How charming he was. How attractive he was. How… normal he was whenever he was with you, despite his achievements and fame.
“To be fair, you know I won’t send this to anyone if you don’t want me to,”
He put the phone on the coffee table, using the glass of water that he was drinking from earlier as a prop and angling the phone towards the two of you. You noticed that it was still recording.
“See, now this is could turn into another kind of video,” Lewis was still smiling, his teeth biting down his bottom lip for a second as he turned to you.
You weren’t sure if he was going to kiss you or attack you with tickles.
“Lewis…”
Before you could say anything else, Lewis’ fingers started tickling your sides. Something that he knew you hated, but he did whenever he wanted to annoy you. He was ticklish too, but he could control his laughter whenever you tried getting back at him. “No, no, no,” you tried to pull his hands away but it was no use.
Lewis started laughing with you too - visibly pleased by the way you abided. He stopped for a second, letting you catch your breath.
“Say you’re sorry,” he had a playful look in his eyes - one of the ones that you loved seeing on his face. It was mischievous yet warm.
“I’m sorry,” you exclaimed without thinking twice
“Say I am the most athletic man you’ve ever seen in your life. The best, actually,”
There was a pause.
“In your dreams, Hamilton,”
And the punishment was immediate.
His hands went under your t-shirt, tickling you some more. You felt like you were going to die, but you finally got him to stop when you got a hold of his hands.
“Okay, okay-“ you tried your best to catch your breath.
“Okay- what? I’m not hearing anything,” he tilted his head slightly, his loving eyes looking down at you - slightly crinkling at the corners from smiling.
“Okay, you’re the most athletic man I’ve ever seen,” you cleared your throat. “The best,” your palms made their way to Lewis’ neck and chest, your fingers brushing through the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his neck.
“That’s right, baby,” he seemed content when he pecked the tip of your nose and then your lips. This really could turn into another kind of video, you thought to yourself as you felt butterflies in your stomach. The energy in the room had shifted.
“Now say you love me,” he rubbed his nose against yours, his face so close to yours that his lips brushed against yours while he was talking.
You really didn’t have to think, you were just doing whatever he was telling you at this point.
“I love you,”
“And I love you more,” he said sincerely and pecked your lips again. Once, and then twice.
“Now you can send this to your group chat, if you want,”
Summary: there’s not much dialogue here, I just felt like writing something super soft and comforting - about cuddling with Lewis. This is smaller than what I usually write. No use of Y/N here.
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There was something about the way you felt in Lewis’ arms when you were cuddling.
It happened often. After a long day on race weekends, in quiet hotel rooms once the craziness of the day had passed. At home, on Lewis’ occasional breaks or when you had time to spend a few days at home between two races. On vacations - whether it was just the two of you or with his friends or family and you could finally have a moment alone at the end of the day.
Sometimes your own work got the best of you and you were the one lost in your thoughts and worries, and you were too tired to talk.
And Lewis understood.
Most of the time, you had put on a movie and he’d pull you close to him.
Spooning or just you resting your head on his chest. His fingers would brush through your hair delicately, or trace random patterns on your back.
Sometimes you would talk and exchange opinions about plots, actors or movie franchises. But it was always a moment where neither of you would bring up work. It always felt like a moment suspended in time; like the only thing that mattered was you and him. Your two bodies, holding each other as close as possible, limbs tangled and hearts beating at the same rhythm in your own little bubble of peace.
Clothes were sometimes the only thing that stood between you, but sometimes there weren’t any.
Lewis was big on aftercare and he knew how important it was for the two of you after you just had sex. Sometimes that part of aftercare turned into round two, but you never ever felt pressured by him. Even if you cuddled naked in the middle of the night, Lewis never made you fell like it was only a way to get intimate with you.
Because in the end, you completely trusted him and he always made you feel respected and valued - especially when you were in his arms.
His strong arms holding you against his chest like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. His fragrance would fill your nostrils - so familiar yet you never got tired of it. It smelled like home, and everything you loved.
He would sometimes plant kisses on the top of your head, your temple, your cheeks or your shoulders.
In those moments, you could actually relax and not have to put up a front, not have to worry about expectations or what he would think of you. Because he had proved you again and again that he accepted and loved you just like you were - without any judgement. It has taken a long time for you to accept that this kind of love finally found you, but eventually you did.
“I love you,” you’d hear him say softly in your ear.
If it was an after sex cuddle, he would praise you a little bit more than he usually does.
“You did so good for me,”
“my pretty girl,”
“all mine, uhm?,”
You’d feel spent, satisfied and complete.
Your heart swelling with love, and your stomach still fluttering.
And it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
