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[minuitdesir]

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soft, fluff, all welcome.

1. “EVER SINCE LEWIS, I ONLY LISTEN TO LOVE SONGS”

2. “THE MOST IMPORTANT WOMAN IN THE WORLD”

3. “I JUST WISH SHE WAS HERE” | part two.

4. “IT’S ALL FOR YOU TWO”

5. “WHEN IT’S JUST US”

6. “SHE MAKES IT ALL SO EASY”

smut, nsfw, 18+

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[teamroscoes]

[44lh]

Lewis Hamilton post-quali at the 2022 Italian Grand Prix.

[imthebadguyyy]

The Four Times Anthony  Realised He Loved You And The One Time He Confessed. 

pairing | anthony bridgerton x reader 

fandom | bridgerton

synopsis | exactly what is says in the title : )) 

warnings | pining, lots of it, period typical misogyny, anthony himself is a warning ahah

Word count | 3.6 k 

masterlist ♥︎  masterlist ii ♥︎

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Anthony Bridgerton was determined not to fall in love. In fact, he had decided that he would marry only for the business of providing an heir to the Bridgerton family. love would simply not be a factor he would consider. He was also a Rake, with a capital R. 

But then you came along. and you had ruined everything for him. 

You had walked into his life, a hurricane of smiles, laughter, sunshine and warmth. It was unfair, who had asked you to be this stunning? it was as though he could not tear his eyes away from you no matter where he was. He remembered the day his mother poked her head into his study while he checked over the finance ledger, with a soft, “oh my dear, y/n l/n will be staying with us for a few weeks while her parents visit some family abroad. It doesn’t seem right to let her stay in that big old house alone with no company” 

Her words had barely registered in his head, and he had merely nodded, promising

to be there when you arrived later that day. 

Eventually, the golden sun rays pouring in through his window told him he’d better go prepare for the arrival of this new woman, before his mother had his head. He was just in time, for a slightly breathless Hyacinth was just making her way up the stairs to his study, her done in two plaits down her back, saying excitedly, “brother! I think we have a princess coming to stay with us!” earning a laugh from him. 

“I believe miss l/n is just another lady, sister. But come, let us go inspect for ourselves” he smiled, offering his hand to the girl with a dramatic flourish, earning a giggle from his sister. 

But hyacinth was right, you looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. No wonder his sister had mistaken you for a princess. You looked as though you had emerged from one of fairy tales his mother used to read to Daphne, with your lips a soft shade of pink, eyes of captivating beauty, and your thick, long lashes. You were utterly captivating. He watched as you stepped out of your carriage, embracing his mother, curtsying softly before Benedict, who took your hand pressed a soft kiss to it. Snapping back to his senses, Anthony hurried down to where you stood, brushing a hand through his messy curls as he did. He paused before you, and when you looked up into his eyes, he felt a zap of electricity run through him, looking deep into your eyes. God, you really were stunning. With a soft rumble of “my lady” he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, missing the way your cheeks flushed and your heartbeat rose. 

“Lord Bridgerton” you had murmured, bowing slightly before him, as he nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. Both of you missed the way Violet smiled knowingly, watching as you did not remove your hand from Anthony's grasp, and the way her eldest kept looking into your eyes.as she shared a look with Benedict, who was clearly concealing a grin. “Welcome to our home, my dear” Violet interjected, breaking the moment. “thank you, lady bridgerton. I am most thankful to you for having me” you smiled at her, having known her since you were very young. In fact, you had been rather close with Daphne while Anthony was away at Oxford, and still looked forward to your evenings with her. You were a little older than her, closer to Benedict in age. 

Anthony’s eyes followed you as you walked up the stairs with his mother, your arm looped with hers. 

Lord, he was in trouble. 

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The first time he realised he felt something deeper than attraction for you was the very next day after your arrival. He had awoken to gleeful laughs and squeals from the garden below. Rolling over with a groan, he raised a hand to his face to shield his eyes from the bright sun. He left the bed with a slight sigh, and made his way over to the window. 

There you were, in an orange dress that seemed to compliment you in the best of ways, playing a game of tag with hyacinth, Gregory, francesca and, to his surprise, Eloise. How you had managed to coax her into playing the game with you, he didn't know. But it was a welcome sight. He watched as you grabbed Eloise by the waist, earning a squeal of laughter from her as you tickled her side. He felt his heart beat faster, as he focused on your lips, watching as you threw your head back and laughed, a true, deep laugh. Had anyone else seen you, they would have called it

unladylike. But he found it utterly beautiful. The thumping in his chest grew louder as he watched you twirl around with his younger sister, hair fanning out around your shoulders. 

He felt an odd sense of peace, watching you bond with his siblings. His lips curled into a warm smile. In the last 24 hours, he had smiled more than he had in the entire week. And the cause of it seemed to be none other than you. The peaceful moment was interrupted by a shrill squeal of his name from Gregory, who had suddenly spotted him leaning over his balcony. “Come and join us!” the little boy cried, unfiltered happiness present in his eyes. “I’m quite alright up here, gregory. Besides, I have to get to work in a while, and I must get dressed” he replied, feeling regret seeping through in his tone. 

It was those words that caught your attention. You looked up, cheeks flushing upon the sight of the viscount, dressed merely in his undershirt and night pants, hair tousled in the best way possible, sleep and happiness present in his eyes. Oh how you longed to run your fingers through his locks. It seemed unfair to you that he was such a handsome man. A handsome man you couldn’t have, you thought remorsefully. 

“Good morning lord bridgerton” you smiled up at him, watching as he returned your smile. “Good morning, lady y/n, i hope you had a good night’s sleep before my siblings aroused you for a game?” he asked, eyes twinkling when you responded with a soft laugh. “Very well my lord. And it was actually me who aroused eloise, francesca and hyacinth came to wake me for a cup of tea i couldn’t refuse” you responded, feeling butterflies flutter in your tummy when he seemed to gaze at you with pure adoration. Putting it down to the tricks of the sunlight and morning air, you offered him another soft smile. 

“Come now, let us not keep your brother from his duties any longer” you said, turning to the younger bridgertons, who resumed their game, this time a game of ball. 

You missed the way Anthony’s eyes followed you for the following few minutes, not wanting to look away from you, wanting to register every detail. 

Anthony missed the way your eyes travelled to the balcony after he turned, watching the wind gently ruffle his curls. 

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The second time was a few days later, when you accompanied Violet, Benedict, Colin and Anthony for a spot of shopping, and a walk around the park. His eyes watched you with fondness as you teased Colin about something, and he smirked at his brother’s poor retorts to your witty comments. Your arm was linked with his

mother’s who kept looking between you and her son, discreetly of course. He was so lost in his thoughts of you, he nearly tripped, to be steadied by benedict, who caught him by the elbow. 

“Steady there brother!” he called, watching as Anthony brushed his coat, cheeks flushing softly. “Right, my apologies, I seemed to have missed that rock” he replied, ignoring the mischievous grin spreading across his brother’s face. “Careful, do not take falling in love quite seriously anthony” he smirked, watching as his usually composed brother sputtered like a fish out of water. “In love? Do not talk such nonsense brother” he replied, hoping to avoid the subject. “Do not take me for a fool. I see the way you look at y/n. anyone can see quite clearly that you love her. Why don’t you try talking to her?” Benedict suggested, looking up to where you and his mother were enjoying a glass of lemonade. 

“Because she deserves better than me” anthony said, the dejected note coming into his tone, making the second eldest bridgerton stop short. “Better than you?Brother, you are Viscount Bridgerton. You are aware that mamas all over the Ton practically command their daughters to try and gain your courtship?” he smirked, reaching out to pat his brother’s shoulder, earning a smirk from his brother. “You know what i mean” he said, looking down at his shoes. “I do not, actually. I think you are so terrified of love, you don't want to give it a chance. Utterly foolish, as papa would have said. At Least spend some time with her, she is truly wonderful” 

Leaving Anthony to his thoughts, he walked ahead. In front of the two eldest bridgertons, Violet had her own plans to get her son to spend time with the woman he was obviously in love with. Pausing, she pressed a hand to Colin's shoulder. “My dear, I forgot, how silly of me, I promised lady Danbury that I would join her for a cup of tea along with you and benedict! Come, if we hurry, we should be able to make it” she said, before turning to you. “My dear y/n, I apologise. But I see no reason as to why you and Anthony can’t enjoy a nice walk in the park. I shall send the carriage back for you after we are dropped at lady danbury’s” and with a motherly smile in your direction, she called out to her eldest. 

“Anthony, I must rush to lady danbury’s with your brothers. Why don’t you and y/n spend some time here, feed the ducks, enjoy some lemonade, and I will send the carriage back for you” she said, watching as her son’s cheeks coloured a soft red. 

“I could accompany you mama” he suggested weakly, knowing his mother had already made up her mind. “There is no need, benedict and colin will be accompanying me” she smiled back knowingly, before turning to give you a soft hug, and heading off to the carriage. 

Gulping, Anthony turned to you, watching as you fiddled with your fingers nervously. “Would you like to feed the ducks miss y/n?” he asked softly. “I would like that, yes, and please, call me y/n” you smiled back, feeling your heart hammering in your

chest. “In that case, I insist that you call me Anthony,” he said, feeling his own stomach doing somersaults. “But you are a viscount, my lord. It would be highly out of pace for me to address you by your name only” you said, shocked. 

“If i am to address you as just y/n, it seems only fitting that you call me anthony” he pushed on, watching as you shook your head with a soft smile. “Alright then, Anthony, shall we go find some ducks to feed?” you replied, tasting every syllable slowly, trying to ignore the way it made you feel almost lightheaded and giddy. You had never felt this way around anyone before. What was it about him that made you feel this nervous and this happy at the same time? Was it that lopsided grin? Or the messy hair, that no matter how many times he fixed it, ended up back up messy. Was it the way he was so caring towards his younger siblings? Or just that he had devilishly handsome, yet kind eyes? You just didn't know. 

“We shall” he smiled back, offering you his arm, inhaling sharply when the soft skin of your arm brushed his. He looked down to where your arms were linked. 

He could get used to this. 

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Later that week, Anthony was rushing through the halls of the Bridgerton home, trying to find his blue silk cravat for yet another ball he had to attend. Honestly, he hated going to balls. Mamas, all desperate to see their daughters wedded to the one and only viscount bridgerton, crowding him and forcing their daughters onto him. He repressed a shudder at the thought. 

He was so lost in thinking of ways to escape these lecherous old ladies, he completely missed your door opening and your form emerging from within. Which of course meant, he collided right into you as he passed. 

With a shocked gasp, your hands clutched onto his shoulders, while his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist to steady the both of you. His knee had ended up between your thighs, and your leg was pressed up against his inner thigh. Breathing rapidly, you tried to catch your breath. 

“I am so, so sorry y/n, i did not see you open your door” anthony stuttered out, taking in the heaving of your chest and the faint heat radiating from your body. He could smell the scent of your perfume, frangipani and was it vanilla? He inhaled deeply, trying to be discreet, feeling your scent cloud his senses. You smelled like a piece of heaven, and he did not want to let go. 

You found yourself in a similar dilemma. Anthony’s arms felt so strong and comfortable, wrapped around your body, and you didn't want him to let go. He smelt of cedar and oak, or was it a slightly musky note? You inhaled the scent of him,

feeling the butterflies in your tummy go into overdrive. Oh god, he smelt and felt so good. You didn’t want to move, wanting to be in his embrace forever. 

But of course, all good things must come to an end, and your moment was disrupted by a surprised gasp of “oh!” from none other than eloise bridgerton. You jumped back at once, already missing the feeling of Anthony's arms around you. You shivered, and yet you felt warm. Were you falling ill? 

“Ah, eloise! I didn’t see Miss y/n emerge from her room, and I ended up walking into her ``Anthony rushed to cover, trying to hide the slight shake of his hands as he pushed back as well, chest rising and falling. “That’s quite alright brother, i did not ask for an explanation” she smirked, making you blush. It seemed as though the only people oblivious to the longing stares you sent each other, or the way you both seemed to light up when the other one would enter the room, was, well, you two. 

Anthony longed to have you back in his arms. But how could he? 

You longed to feel him wrapped around you again. But how could you? 

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The ball was immensely boring. Ladies dressed in their ridiculous best, men trying to woo women half their age, and giggling frivolous ladies who all had their eyes set on one man : Anthony Bridgerton. 

Unfortunately for them, he had his eyes set on one person : you. 

You looked breathtaking. Well, you always did, but especially so today. You were dressed in a lilac gown that seemed to compliment you perfectly. Your hair was up, but a few tendrils peeked through, sending Anthony's heart into overdrive. His eyes were trained on you the entire night, watching as you shared a dance with his brother, smiling as he twirled you around, and then as you stood with his siblings near the refreshments, ranking the ridiculousness of the gowns the mamas had on. 

He watched as you whispered something to eloise that made her snort in a most unladylike manner, hiding your own smirk with your glass of lemonade. The one and only notorious Lord Brookbanks made his way over to where you stood, making his chest tighten, and a muscle in his jaw tick. He did not particularly hold lord brookbanks in high regard, or any regard at all. He watched as he strutted over to you, taking your hand and kissing it for far longer than necessary. 

He watched the shudder that passed through you, and the way your eyes seemed to lose some of their sparkle. He felt a surge of something rush through his veins. Protectiveness, and yes, he would admit, twinges of jealousy. Lord brookbanks had no right, dancing with you, making you uncomfortable

Feeling a slight surge of panic as he bent dangerously low towards your ear, and his hand travelled to the small of your back, you looked around desperately for a rescue, when your eyes met Anthony's. At once, a slight electric wave passed through you, as you tried to communicate through your eyes. Please help me, your eyes called out to him, and much to your relief, he obliged, setting his glass down, and moving through the crowd with purpose, ignoring the silly giggles he encountered. 

“Lord brookbanks, i believe miss y/n owes me a dance” his low rumble started you, and you felt him move behind you. “Ah lord bridgerton. Well, it would seem as though our dance is over, unless you would like to dance again, hmm?” he asked, leering at you, eyes tracing your corset, and how your breasts pressed up against them. “She would not. It's my turn to dance with her, Brookbanks, and I fully intend to do it justice” he continued, placing a reassuring hand on your back. 

You let out an audible sigh of relief as he moved away, letting Anthony take your gloved hand in his, the other set softly on your waist. It was so different to your other dance partners that evening, so soft, and caring, it made you blush. 

“Thank you Anthony, I was beginning to think I was doomed,” you said, earning a warm smile from him. “Doomed? Never if im around” he whispered, and the sudden adoration in his eyes made you feel weak. He guided the both of you around the ballroom, spinning you out and pulling you in, so that your back was pressed against his front, and his breath hit the sensitive skin of your neck. He spun you again, dipping you, before drawing you back to him once again. 

Every single eye in the ballroom was on the two of you. To everyone, it seemed clear. 

Viscount Bridgerton was in love. 

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The day after the ball was confusing for you. Anthony seemed to be ignoring you entirely, disappearing into rooms when you approached. You gained sympathetic looks from violet and eloise, and sad smiles from benedict and colin. 

By evening, you were infuriated. How dare he?! How dare he make you feel that breathless and relaxed, that safe and comfortable and happy, only to completely ignore you the next day?! You would not have it. 

Storming into his study, you watched as his startled orbs looked into your fury filled ones. “Alright, viscount bridgerton, what exactly are you upto? Do you think of this as a game? Where you make me feel so content and happy, only to pretend as though i do not exist the next day? I am not a toy, my lord, and i for one-” 

You were cut short by warm lips pressing to yours harshly, and you stumbled back, hands finding home in Anthony's hair, as his settled on your waist once again, scrunching the blue, silky material in his hands, as he poured all his passion into the kiss. The eventual need for oxygen had the both of you pulling away, your eyes still closed, as Anthony took the opportunity to press soft open mouthed kisses to your lips in quick succession. Your chest heaved and legs trembled, but your heart felt as though it would explode.

“I love you” he murmured, leaning his head down to meet your forehead. “You love me?” you asked, surprised, watching as he nodded. “With my body and soul, y/n, and if you give me the chance i will spend everyday proving it to you” he said, and much to your surprise, he sunk down to one knee, eliciting a gasp from your lips. 

“I have loved you since you stepped foot into our house. I will love you for all eternity if you would have me” he continued, sincerity and love dripping from his every word. 

“Yes” you whispered, breathless once again, “yes, i will marry you anthony!” you said, and he scooped you up into his arms, laughing as you giggled. He set you down once again, his lips pressing to yours again. 

“You are my everything, my love. You are the sunlight in the garden of my life, and my starlight in the darkness. I adore you, truly. I burn to feel you every moment of my life” 

a/n - ah, another bridgerton piece! i hope you enjoyed it, and as always, comments, feedback, etc are always appreciated! also i struggled with google docs for an hour and my fonts still got messed up and i just couldn't be bothered anymore. ♥︎

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[minuitdesir]

Forever in awe of the writings of this gal… Her astonishing skill to put the reader in each universe and her versatility is commendable. ❤️

[teamroscoes]

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[minuitdesir]

“SHE MAKES IT ALL SO EASY”

This imagine is purely fictional. With the exception of the first paragraph, neither events or feelings are real and it’s all for the purposes of the story line.

The season had started on a high. After the awful scandal that was Abu Dhabi, Sir Lewis Hamilton found himself in a ‘retreat’-ish mode with his family and friends. He took time for himself, and in search for his spiritual alignment and purpose, he found you.

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Lewis and George sat in a conference room, Mercedes organised a private media encounter with the two talents for a pre-season press release before everyone got too busy for chit chats.

In the midst of many traditional questions about the season ahead and the work the team is going to put into fighting for another two titles, a personal question was dropped, and this one caught Lewis in his feelings.

“With your permission Lewis, as you’ve returned from your break – both the off season and the social media one, you have been quite public, in fact made a post about finding new loves, and exploring connections and now you’re in a relationship… was that a hint perhaps?”

The reporter sounded hesitant, it was a personal question, after all. But Lewis wasn’t so reluctant to open up.

“Uhh, yea..” He began, not certain where to place himself, he chuckled slightly. “At the moment, posting about finding new loves, and exploring was simply what it was, especially because I love being out there and try new things. New sports, new adventures, and the off-season was all about that for me. But… I did find love in someone,” his teeth appeared through his lips as his mind slowly wandered to think of you. “Y/N was one of the people that spent a good share of my holidays with me, we met through a mutual friend and she tagged along. If I’m being honest, there were no bad days when I entered a room she was in.”

The room fell quiet, everyone quite in awe of his words and how well he expressed that despite his slight stutters, so Lewis went on. This time closer to the microphone he was holding:

“I say this a lot, but, one of the reasons why I love the ocean is because when you go out there you feel like you’ve disconnected from all the negative things that are going around in the world, and all the negative airwaves, out there it’s just pure and… that’s how I felt, that’s how I feel actually, with Y/N.”

“Y/N is like the ocean, my ocean… And at the stage that I am right now, with- with my life and my uhm, career I couldn’t ignore that feeling, the moments we shared and what we might make of it. With all that I am, all that I have to endure with the long seasons and the hard work, she just… she makes it all so easy and, I am forever grateful that it’s her, forever grateful that it’s now as well, that our paths crossed. And yea, it’s exciting times ahead for me and her.”

[minuitdesir]

“WHEN IT’S JUST US”

I haven’t written in months because I have been uninspired. Having a really bad Friday today so here’s some comfort that you can turn to whenever you feel the need to escape.

This is imagine is purely fictional. Whilst connected to real events, all feelings and scenarios are made up for the purposes of this storyline.

The season had started on a low for all of you, Lewis’ return to the spotlight has been something you had to readjust to after spending time away – along with Lewis – from social media and the rest of the world. But who knew the tragedies of the W12 would live to haunt the new season too…

It was only the third race weekend, but the frustrations and helpless looks that rested in the eyes of your boyfriend worried you. There’s only so much positivity one could handle, you thought. A huge sigh left your chest as you turned off the TV in front of you soon as Lewis’ interview was over, and you buried yourself in the pillow that rested aside.

Your moods had been low already, your body clock wasn’t adjusting that well to the new time zone so you lacked sleep. Your serotonin hormones failed you and energy levels dropped, causing you to be grumpy all morning. Lewis suggested you stayed at the hotel to try and get some rest, perhaps there would be less distress if you weren’t at the track – or so he thought.

You started to worry, the car looked unresponsive to Lewis’ demands. His call on the radio asking if others had improved when he felt he couldn’t, it all added to you being more reluctant towards a good season. Your thoughts on the session you had just watched were interrupted by the click of the hotel’s room. Baby was here.

Your heart danced a little you almost shed a tear as you anticipated Lewis’ entrance in the bedroom. Lewis was your comfort, your safe haven. In your lowest moments, he was there… whilst he often did not say much, his presence and embrace were enough to make you feel secure.

“Hi, my baby” Lewis whispered softly as he walked into the dimmed room, not wanting to make any noise as he predicted your head would probably be pounding from lack of rest.

“Hi,” you whispered back, making room for him under the covers you laid in. You could sense his low moods just as much as he could sense yours. When it came to feelings, you stood naked beneath one another – your energies so connected, you could easily tell when something was wrong. You knew the second practice session had been hard for him, and he knew just how much all of those struggles translated to you worrying as well.

Lewis made himself comfortable, threw his shirt to the side and stripped to his boxers before jumping in the bed with you. To which you responded so eagerly by cuddling him and lying your head on his warm chest, and on his turn, his arms wrapped around your body, his head at the top of yours as if he was taking in all of the home-y fragrance that was your scent.

“You watched it, didn’t you?” He chuckled slightly seeing just how down bad and needy you both were. All you did was nod, a light giggle left your mouth as you felt him warm up to you.

“It’ll be alright, it’s only race three anyway. We know how hard the team works.” You reassured him, your fingers tracing his decorated bicep. Lewis hummed at your statement, but he did not wish to dwell on Formula 1 business for a moment.

His embrace around you tightened, he felt safe with you. Away from the cameras and the fake sympathy the media loves to offer, he was home. Your breathing patterns matched, and you slowly started to feel your body beg for the deserved rest.

“I love it when it’s just us,” Lewis sang. “The security you give me, I can’t find elsewhere. There’s just so much going on, so much pressure and all eyes on us to do something, and quick…” He sighed. At that moment you propped your head up and your eyes met with your boyfriend’s. His hand moved to caress the back of your head, slowly, as he looked down at the most precious gift life could’ve given him.

“I’m grateful for you, for your support. Grateful that I have so much comfort and safety to come home to.” He smiled, placing soft kisses from your forehead all the way down to your lips. It was all you needed, it was all both of you needed. The embrace of one another, and at last, your heart felt safe. Your hormones slowly balanced themselves out, and your eyes started to give in to the night of sleep you deserved.

“I love you,” you whispered back to him, replacing your head down on his chest and letting your eye lids shut.

“I love you to bits, munchkin.”

[theonly1outof-a-billion-deactiv]

as you all know, i recently hit 1000 followers! i just wanted to thank each and every one of you for your love and support and i hope to see you in future celebrations and milestones like this one.

for my celebration, i’d like to give a moment to the people who inspired me to write and supported me, whose fics brightened my mood when i was having a bad day.

@chocnat - came for the fluff, but stayed for her incredible ability to reduce me to tears. writes for tom hiddleston, loki, attack on titan, shingeki no kyoujin, and more!

@spideyspeaches - her writing cheers you up on the worst of days. writes for peter parker, tom holland, arvin russell, and more!

@lewisdiary - for all the happy ending lovers out there, they provide you with a lot of em. writes for lewis hamilton.

@kelieah - a variety of genres depending on what you’re feeling at the moment, but all of them are absolute masterpieces. writes for marvel, star wars, peter parker, arvin russell, tom holland, shawn mendes, and more!

@illicitlimerence-writes - one of the best formula 1 writers i have come across. writes for formula 1, tom holland, harrison osterfield, marvel, and more!

@imthebadguyyy - fueled me with the energy and motivation to write for lewis. writes for lewis hamilton, formula 1, one direction, and marvel

@vendettaparker - has caused me pain one too many times through her words. writes for peter parker and tom holland.

@quivvyintheclouds - got me hooked on dream for a moment even if i’m not part of the fandom. writes for dteam, crew boys, and dsmp.

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@piscesparker - her small blurbs leave you satisfied but make you want more. writes for peter parker, tom holland, harry holland, sam holland, and harrison osterfield.

@clandestineloki - makes the best fluff that you suddenly have the urge to eat it to make you feel whole. writes mostly for loki laufeyson.

@waitimcomingtoo - pretty sure you’ve heard of her but if you haven’t, she’s one of the best fic writers ever, adding a right amount of fluff, angst, and good awkwardness into every fic. writes for peter parker, michelle jones, tom holland, arvin russell, brad simpson, and more!

@with-love-anu - the first person i asked for an opinion on my first few fics and she was compassionately honest about it. writes for harry potter and marvel.

@turning-dreams-into-chaos - she was one of the greatest fic writers of all time, and was very sweet to everyone. i miss her so much. i always will.

[minuitdesir]

thank you so much for this lovely mention <3 congrats vi, you’re an inspiration and a great support system! here’s to 1000 more 🤍

[f3champion-victormartins-deacti]

It just feels wrong to me that Ukrainian athletes have to defend their country rather than play their sports meanwhile Russian drivers can continue.

[mauvecherie-writes]

sweet tooth [one].

pairing: Jamila Bardot [Black OFC] x Torger “Toto” Wolff

summary: when everyone turns their back on you, it feels like you’re alone and it becomes too bleak to even think further than the moment in time. but it is often in those moments that you find the strength to keep moving, to keep pushing.

warning: 18+ minors dni, angst, toxic parent, dysfunctional family dynamics, cheating

word count: 1.6K

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[minuitdesir]

“I’ll be damned if I let some frivolous affair tarnish what I worked so hard for” IS HER MUM OK?? Let’s ruin this man’s life pls.

[formulaonedirection]

Like father like son 

[dailyf1]

LEWIS HAMILTON & ESTEBAN OCON having a chat before FP3

[lewisdidthat]

reblog to give lewis hamilton a gentle kiss on the forehead

[franchufeuillassier]

[minuitdesir]

my boys 🥺💙💜

[minuitdesir]

“IT’S ALL FOR YOU TWO.”

Disclaimer: Albeit there is no mention of negative feelings, this imagine is by no means supposed to reflect directly on Lewis Hamilton or his feelings towards the current championship/previous race as he might be feeling completely different to the plot of this work. It’s purely fiction and it should be taken as such.

“Look at you all giddy! You can’t even stop smiling” Rosanna Tennat’s voice echoed in the background as a smiley Lewis stood right in front of her.

“What a beautiful moment! What was that about?” Her voice oozed excitement and curiosity, Lewis still speechless himself and his cheeks a shade of red.

Lewis had just pulled an incredible win at the Qatar Grand Prix, not only lowering the points gap between himself and Max but also becoming the first F1 driver to win at 30 different circuits. Emotions were high for everyone after watching him execute such a faultless drive. But it wasn’t the just the win Rosanna was referring to.

You had made it to the last leg of the triple header, and witnessing such perfect weekend had restored all your energies and had you overflowing in joy.

“Get in there, baby! What a drive! I’m so so proud of you… It’s not over.” Your voice blazed through Lewis’ earphones and the other team members’. Bono couldn’t help not, he knew how much this meant to both of you so he let you do the honours of congratulating him first.

Your voice trailed off as you told Lewis it wasn’t over. Your eyes filling with tears, the journey to these last three races flashing before your eyes. The sleepless nights, the flights between home and the factory, the frustration in your fiancé’s eyes every time the car didn’t do what he expected it to and the team had no answer for him. What a rollercoaster.

“Far from over, baby. Far from over.” Lewis spoke back, his words being broadcasted through the F1 channels. “I love you so much, thank you for being here.” He whispered, almost as if he only wanted you to hear his words, but the whole world knew. The whole world knew about you two, about the unconditional love you shared, the man Lewis had grown to be after meeting you and the commitments he made after realising he couldn’t afford letting you go.

Two years into the relationship Lewis knew it was you and only you, and so he got on one knee and things have only gone up from there. He wished you could go to every race because you were his biggest cheerleader, his peace of mind and the first person his heart ached for after both a win or a loss.

Rosanna and Lewis recalled the moments of those soft radio messages. But that wasn’t why he was all giddy and unable to form proper words.

“Well, is it true?” Rosanna semi-screamed into the microphone, Lewis’ eyes glistening and his teeth appeared brightly on the camera. Last time he was seen this happy he had just overcome a 25 grid drop at the Brazilian Grand Prix.

Rosanna’s question made Lewis’ mind do a 180 to the moment he parked his car and got out of it. You were standing next to Angela and a group of photographers, and with no hesitation, he ran to you. To the love of his life, to his rock and his go-to. His eyes teary but the helmet did a good job in covering them. Lewis embraced you in a big and tight hug, your heart beats higher than ever from all the adrenaline.

“You’re a beast, baby. This fight is far from over” You told Lewis and he shook his head in agreement.

“It’s not over.” He began. A rush of emotions took over him, realising just how quick life comes at you, just how fast things can turn around. He quickly reflected on races he felt desperate both early in the season and more recently too and how things had just started to come together. Overwhelmed with ecstasy and adrenaline Lewis got down on his knees, his hands around your waist and his helmet resting against your, still rather flat, belly.

“I do it all for you. It’s all for you two.” He whispered, and the crowd, albeit not hearing his words, went crazy at the obvious announcement.

Hearing Rosanna’s question made Lewis chuckle shyly, his gaze moving away from the camera for a split second (refer to gif) before his smile reappeared into the frame. He bit his lip slightly before replying to her question and officially letting the world know: “Yes. It’s true.”