[post] right, so. 1) idk what sport that person is referencing there but actually drivers do not 'manage their press lineup' whatever the hell that means, it's an open paddock once you have the press credentials. 2) it's not his press conference it's the Red Bull Thursday media session, which barring a very good reason (eg 'my girlfriend is literally having our baby right now') teams are compelled to host and drivers are compelled to take part in as part of mandatory media activities around a Grand Prix.
so there's this guy called Jonathan McEvoy who Lewis usually won't answer questions from. occasionally he does, especially in FIA pressers but generally he'll refuse. it's because McEvoy has written some really, really fucking racist shit about Lewis again and again over the years and Lewis is fucking done with it, which is fair enough.
McEvoy is still allowed to sit in the press conferences. which, arguably, is because if Lewis started throwing out F1 journalists on the basis of having written racist shit about him there would not be very many people at the table. Ian Parkes, who gets a similar level of silent treatment for exactly the same reason, is also there. they're horrible men but horrible men were and are protected in the F1 media as though the sport would die without them.
if Lewis told them to get the fuck out and fuck off, that they'd have to beg someone else for a recording of the press conference, I'd 100% think it was fair play. they've both written genuinely horrible things about him. but it's not the done thing to pick and choose the press cohort in F1, whoever turns up with the right credentials gets a go and I'm guessing also some stuff about not wanting to either give them the satisfaction of being able to moan about it or risking the accusation he's a diva.
Giles literally just asked Max whether an incident that cost him a lot of points was more regretful now the championship had come down to so few. it was a question about the championship that had just played out. it was about the sport. it wasn't some out-of-pocket question like oh do you think becoming a dad has meant you no longer have the edge to win or something. it was a question his press team would have expected he would be asked and briefed him on.
for a man who says he doesn't give a fuck what anyone says he certainly seems like he takes being questioned very personally.
Lewis family loving reader like she's their own daughter. You can include how his mom, step mom and dad treat her like they do Lewis. How his siblings act like reader siblings, always laughing, how reader and his sisters go out for girls day. And how much his niece and nephew adore reader that they always want to come over by Lewis so he can invite reader and they can sleepover and watch movies and play games.
We All Love You
Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader
Summary: Lewis' family was always kind, at least that's what he said. One day when Lewis took you to meet his family, they included you in like you had the Hamilton name to you. When secretly you would.
Second person POV
Second request: Lewis proposing to reader, in a simple but romantic way.
Notes: requests are open!
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You and Lewis were on your way to his parents' house in London. After he practically begged and dragged you to go. You were nervous, to say the least. He reassured you that everything was going to be fine, but you felt something in you that said it wasn't.
Your leg bounced, Lewis' hand linked with yours the whole time as he pulled into the driveway. "Are you ready?"
"No." You answer nervously.
He leans over the console, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You'll be fine. They'll love you so much." He reassures. You nod, slowly getting out of the car, linking hands with Lewis as you walk up to the front door. He walked right through, practically pulling you along with him through the house.
"They're probably in the bac- why are you gripping my hand so hard?" He looks back at you, confused, your arm and his fully extended, creating a gap between the both of you.
"Because..." You trail.
"Love you'll be fine, they are incredibly sweet people." He reassures again, closing the gap between you.
"You don't know that." You say nervously, looking behind him through the glass door. Outside his whole family was standing around the barbecue.
"I- I don't... know that? Uhm- last I checked, they are my family."
"You don't know anybody could change." He grabs your hand, pulling out of the back door where his family turns, greeting him nicely.
"Mum, dad, this is my girlfriend Y/n. Y/n that's my mum Carmen, my dad Anthony, and my step mom Linda." Lewis says.
"Hi." You say quietly.
"It's lovely to meet you." Carmen smiles. Linda popped up next to Anthony. "Nice to meet you, dear."
Anthony put a gentle hand on your shoulder, slightly startling you. "He treating you okay kid?"
"Uh- yeah. Yeah I mean... you know." You reply nervously.
"Good. Might've had to shape that boy into place if not." He smirks, patting you on the back.
"Alright, dad, let's not make her think I'm some monster, yeah?" Lewis chuckles, wrapping an arm around you. Anthony waves him off jokingly as both you walk further into the yard, up to the group that was sitting under a fancy wooden pavilion.
"Alright, this is Nick, my younger brother." Lewis starts, Nick politely reaches his hand out, which you shake. "Then over there is Nicola and Sam, my two sisters." He smiles, pulling out a chair across from them, sitting you down before sitting next to you.
"It's great to meet you Y/n." Sam smiles.
"It's nice to meet you too."
"So what do you do for work?" Nichola beams.
"I'm a P.A."
"A P.A, that sounds cool. For anyone in particular?" Sam asks.
"She works for Mercedes. That's how we actually got to know each other." Lewis answers, you let out a breath of relief.
"That is awesome!"
"Yeah their team is so great."
"Definitely better than Ferrari." Nick pipes in.
"Okay Nick. I didn't know Ferrari would be bad. And didn't you literally crash last weekend? I don't want to hear it." Lewis jokes.
"So do you know all of the personal details about the team and stuff?" Sam asks, enthused by the topic.
"Well I know that Lewis' DNF rate is a lot higher than when he was in Mercedes." You giggle.
"Wha- I thought we weren't going to talk about that."
"I don't know, your brother seems nice enough to not be picked on."
"A true woman." Nick says.
"Why did he switch in the first place?" Sam asks.
"Because..." Lewis shrugs.
"Better pay?" Nick asks.
"Well, yeah, according to Alex."
"Worst mistake in the history of mistakes." Sam says.
"Woah, alright now, take it easy." Lewis chuckles, putting a slight hand up.
"Oh my God, you need to come with us." Nicola says, jumping up excitedly, grabbing your hand in the process.
"Nicola." Lewis says in a stern manner.
"Right now, I'm just showing her the house. Don't get your panties in a twist." She rolls her eyes as you stand, you, Nicola, and Sam all walk into the house, the girls dragging you into the living room.
"Get ready for this." Sam smiles, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder as she sat down to your right. Nicola grabbed a small box from the entertainment center, popping the lid of and sitting on your other side.
"Alright, where shall we start first..." She trails, flipping through small pictures. "Ah! This is Lewis' first karting win." She says, gently handing the picture to you.
"Wow..."
"He's never shown you these types of things huh?" Sam asks.
"No. He only has pictures of him, roscoe, me, and his formula cars." You chuckle, handing the picture back to Nicola.
"What a narcissist." She jokes, pulling out another picture, this time of Lewis during karate class.
"Karate?"
"Yeah, very unexpected of him. You know... when Elvis Presley did karate but know one knew." Sam smiles.
"Oh! Here's one of Lewis in his first bath." Nicola says happily, sliding the picture into your hands.
"Awe." You smile slightly. "Why was he crying?"
"He thought he'd get eaten by the drain."
"Th- the drain?"
"Yeah. He sat on the opposite side of the tub as the drain so it wouldn't suck in him." Sam says. You and the girls burst out laughing, quickly getting interrupted by a throat being cleared. You all look up to see Lewis standing against the door frame.
"Glad to see you lot are having fun." He smiles.
"Oh we are."
He steps closer to the three of you. "And the only reason why I was scared of the drain was because I saw the swirly thing it made when the water drained and I didn't want that to happen to me." He says, snatching the photos from you.
"I can't believe that." You laugh.
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After that day, Lewis' siblings came very close to you. It started with the classic 'Let's show you Lewis' baby pictures and quickly escalated. You were now at Sam's house in Monaco. You, Sam, Nicola, Willow, and Kaiden were all spread along the couch. Willow was cuddled into your chest as everybody, including you, was fixated on the movie in front of you.
"What's for dinner?" Willow asked. The three of you looked at each other while the two kids glanced between you.
"Right, hang on." Sam smiles, waving a hand for you to come along. You gently move Willow aside and walk into the kitchen with Sam.
"So. I was thinking we could stop at-" Sam cuts herself off, looking at the door as it swings open. Lewis walks in holding two large pizzas, immediately flashing a smirk and walking into the kitchen. "Uh- what are you doing here?" Sam asks, swinging her phone around in her hand.
"Figured I could stop by and drop some food off." He shrugs.
"Lewis." She whines. "This is girls night. Not 'crash my girlfriend's party night.'"
"Party?" You ask.
"Well, the kids miss me." He says, opening the boxes up and grabbing plates out of the cupboard.
"Kids? They can barely go a day without watching cartoons. I'm pretty sure you're far down the list."
He clutches his chest, gasping. "Wow Samantha." She smirks, stepping to your other side and grabbing a slice of pizza, leaning against the counter. "Wow."
"Now... what were you talking about?" He asks, sitting at the island in front of you.
"Just saying how I was going to bring Y/n up to this fancy hotel up the coast."
He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head. "Really?"
"Really." She nods. You look back and forth between the two confused.
"Yeah Well I hope your not talking about doing to much?" He questions.
"No. Just a nice getaway." She smiles. He nods because stepping over next to you, sliding a hand around your waist and hugging you.
"I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Bright and early." He jokes pulling away, smiling before walking out of the house.
"God he's such a simp." Sam chuckles. You giggle to yourself, grabbing a slice of pizza. "Seriously. I've never seen him in love it's like, damn. We- I mean not that your doing anything wrong but you should have seen him before he asked you out. Stressed as hell Y/n, I'm talking shaking, twitching, sweating, the works."
"Oh no way." You laugh.
"Yes, I kid you not-"
"Mom the pizza's here!" The both of you look over to see Willow and Kaiden running into the kitchen happily, jumping near the counter to see the food.
"Yeah baby." She smiles, filling their plate. "Uncle Lewis brought it by."
"He did?"
"He did."
"Oh well." Willow shrugs, walking over to the island and sitting on a stool.
"Oh. You don't like him anymore?" Nicola asks, strolling into the kitchen as well.
"We have Y/n." Kaiden says, the room slowly erupting with laughter as you and the girls go to sit down.
The night flew by. While the kids went off to bed shortly after dinner, you, Sam, and Nicola stayed up late, drinking wine, watching movies and doing each others nails. You hadn't realized you fell asleep on the couch when you heard the front door swing open.
The three of you shot up, looking over as Lewis entered the house again. "Hey-" He cuts himself off, looking around the living room like someone had just set his career on fire. "What happened here?"
You looked at the wine bottle and glasses on the floor, nail supplies tossed everywhere and the sappy rom-com channel that was on the TV.
"Oh shit." Sam giggled. He gave her a warned look. "Okay... so we fell asleep. But we had fun." You, still half asleep, giggled, draping your arms across your face to block the light from the lamp on the table side next to you.
Lewis walked over, crouching down by your side. "Are you drunk?'
"Tired."
"At least your nails look nice." He pointed. You uncover your eyes, looking down at your nails. They were longer, and a red and black ombre with diamonds.
"What?"
"They look nice." He repeats.
"These aren't even what I did. I did pink. And way more functionable then these." You say, tapping them together.
"Maybe the nail fairy came and fixed them." Nicola smirks.
"Alright. Well we have to go." Lewis stands, reaching out a hand down to you.
"But I thought-" Sam starts.
"Don't worry. I got it."
You quickly hug the girls goodbye, thanking them for the night before walking out of the house with Lewis. "I'm going to take you home so you can change and do your hair." He smiles, opening the passenger door for you.
"When you said bright and early, you really meant it." You joke. He sat in on the drivers side, speeding off down the road to his house. "What's this all about?" You ask, pointing to the dash that said: '82/55'
Lewis immediately slowed, mumbling a 'sorry' before turning into the buildings parking garage. "We are going to have the best day." He smiles.
"Really?"
"Really."
"So... are you the reason why my nails are black and red?"
"Maybe you painted them. I- I mean how could I know. I wasn't there." His smile slowly transformed into a smirk, exhaling a laugh in the process.
"I was sure I painted them pink. And short."
"Well I mean you were drunk." He shrugs off.
"Hey!" You playfully hit his shoulder. He parks the car, getting out and rushing over to your side of the car and opening your door.
The both of you quickly walked up to the penthouse, and Lewis walked into the kitchen while you walked into the bedroom. A short maroon velvet dress lay smoothly on the bed, sleeveless, running high on the left leg and swooping down to meet just below your knee.
You quickly changed into it, adjusting it and having it fall just right. The house was oddly silent when you walked out, and Lewis wasn't anywhere to be seen, instead, you see Sam and Nicola sitting at the dining table.
"Oh- hi guys." You smile. "What are you doing here?"
They instantly jump up, swarming around you.
"Well we just wanted to visit you of course." Sam utters, sliding a diamond necklace around your neck.
"And we just wanted to see how you were doing to. You know.." Nicola beams, clipping a pair of diamonds earrings to your ears and a diamond bracelet to your wrist.
They both stand in front of you have running their hands through your hair, getting picture perfect. "Ugh this dress." Sam says.
"He did good. I'll give him that." Nicola admires the dress, fixing slight parts with her fingers.
"What?'
They both turn, smirking to you. "Where the hell did Lewis go?" You ask confused. "He had an important day for us he said." Sam silently grabbed your hand, handing you a pair of heels that were waiting at the door. You quickly slipped into them, strapping them around your ankles before they rushed you downstairs.
A slick black SUV was waiting out front, the driver got out and walked around to your side, revealing Arthur.
"Hi hun." He smiles, giving you a small hug. You smile, getting in the back of the car along with Sam and Nicola. Carmen and Linda shared a space in the back behind you, both saying 'hi' before Arthur drove off down the east coast.
You looked out the window ass the car moved, passing by rocky and bays.
"Let's see those nails." Nicola smiles, you bring your hand over to her view, Sam appearing over her shoulder and nodding in approval.
"What the hell is happening?" You ask.
"Your going to love it. Trust me." Carmen reassures, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. Arthur turns onto a steep dirt road, the sun peeking over the cliffside as he drove up.
"Alright, we have to park here." He says, parking in a rocky area off to the side of the road.
"Wait we have to walk?" Nicola asks.
"Yeah." Carmen smiles, her and Linda climbing out of the back of the car.
The group piled out of the car, gathering around each other.
"Y/n why don't you go first, scope out the place to make sure it's perfect." Linda smiles.
"Perfect for what?"
"For our day. You know, time on the coast, a picnic, a- you really ask to many questions." Sam giggles, ushering you up the path.
"Okay..." You trail, walking up. It wasn't a far walk, not that you minded, you overthought a lot, more so curious about what was so special about this spot.
You climbed the path, finally getting to the flat part at the top which led into grass... and a red walk way. You followed it quickly, candles slowly appearing one after another until you were led to the cliffside.
By now the sky was a shade of pink and orange, blending perfectly together and casting a golden affect on the cliffside. You slowly look over, the waves from the ocean falling upon the rocks at the bottom.
Your phone buzzed in your hand, Nicola had texted you asking if you were there, you replied with a quick yes before turning around, seeing Lewis who stood a few feet away from you.
"Hi." He smiles widely.
"Hey, I thought you-"
He steps closer to you, grabbing your hand. "I know, I'm sorry I left." He starts. "I just wanted to surprise you."
"You definitely did." You giggle. He slowly lowers himself down on one knee, pulling out a black velvet box.
"Oh my God." You mumble, your lips curling into a bigger smile.
"I know... that the first day we met you liked things 'simple.'" He chuckles. "Y/n, I love you so much, since the first day we met, you have made my life so much better, more exhilarating, more positive. Will you marry me?"
"Yes! I will!" You say excitedly. He jumps up, sliding the ring on to your finger before embracing you in a hug.
Based on what you know of me and/or my vibes, what F1 driver (current or past) do you most associate me with/think I am most like? Bonus points for WHY.
Apparently (according to autoracer) Red bull will be selected as the “benchmark” and are said to have the best ICE on the grid, there fore granting Mercedes 2% AUDO, Ferrari 4% and so one
AFTER TODAY WITH THE ICE FAILURE @/FIA REALLY?? WE’RE GIVHNG MERCEDES REASONS TO BE BETTER???
FIA once again showing that they are, indeed, a fucking clown organization.
1. he said carlos has good hair and that they flew together and Carlos told him about the L'Oréal thing before it was a public thing (way too many details my dawg you could have just said he has a good hair and moved on!!!!) [you can see it in this post]
2. he picked carlos to his f1 fantasy team. and everyone knows that you pick your team based on What Guys Would I Like to Kiss mentality (btw carlos didn't pick him lmaoooooooo) [and you can see it in this post]
