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The MET

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary... After more than five years of love behind closed doors, you and Lewis decide it’s time to step into the spotlight — together. The world expected fashion. What they didn’t expect? A fiancée.

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You zip up the corset slowly, fingers steady despite the way your heart is beating out of your chest.

“Need help?” comes Lewis’s voice from behind you, warm and familiar. He’s in nothing but the undershirt of his Met look, all crisp lines and gold chains — cool elegance even barefoot on hotel carpet.

You glance over your shoulder, smile curling. “I’ve got it.”

But he walks over anyway, placing one hand gently on the small of your back, the other steadying the boned corset as he zips it the rest of the way. You both watch in the mirror. He doesn’t say anything for a moment.

Then softly, “You look like everything I’ve ever wanted to protect.”

You scoff, smile deepening. “I look like a love letter to you.”

“Same thing.”

You laugh. The hat tilts slightly as you move. Lewis reaches up, adjusts it gently, then kisses your shoulder — his lips brushing the pinstripe fabric just above the curve of your spine.

“Ready?” he asks, though you both know what he’s really saying.

Ready to let them in. Ready to show the world. Ready to turn five years of private into one night of public.

You nod. “Let’s shut it down.”

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The carpet is chaos.

Phones. Flashes. Shouts. A wall of noise and expectation. Lewis walks out first, taking a deep breath like he’s preparing for a final lap — white tailored suit crisp against the night, beret tilted just so, the other hand resting loosely at his side.

He’s smiling.

But not the smile he gives cameras. Not the cool, careful one they’re used to. This one is soft. Unfiltered.

And then— You step out behind him.

You can hear it. The exact moment the crowd loses its collective mind.

The internet has speculated for years. Girlfriends. Fling rumors. Exes. Every woman photographed near him has been dissected like a puzzle piece. But none of them have ever fit.

Until now.

You take his hand.

The pinstriped corset hugs your frame like it was poured on. The wide-brimmed hat dips low, casting dramatic shadows that somehow make you even more visible. Regal. Unapologetic. Yours.

Lewis pulls you in gently, placing a kiss to your temple, then lets the cameras do their job.

Photographers scream your name. For the first time — it’s real. Public.

"Who are you wearing?"

"Y/N! Over here!"

"Are you two together?"

And then someone notices.

“IS THAT AN ENGAGEMENT RING?”

The flashes explode.

The ring gleams — gold, with a sharp emerald-cut diamond and a pear-shaped emerald. On your left hand. ****

You glance at Lewis as the Vogue interviewer steps forward with a mic.

“Lewis,” she asks, smiling, “is there something you want to confirm tonight?”

He chuckles softly, reaches for your hand.

“No comment,” he says, smiling so wide the world doesn’t need one.

Confirmed.

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The Vogue interviewer is grinning now.

“You’re glowing, Y/N. Tell us about the look.”

You smile, adjusting your hat. “This is a custom piece inspired by archival tailoring and classic pinstripe silhouettes. Structured, but soft where it counts.”

Lewis adds, “She designed it herself.”

The interviewer blinks. “Really?”

You nod shyly. “Fashion’s always been part of my world. Quietly.”

“She’s been my stylist for years,” Lewis adds, proud. “All those looks you’ve loved? That was her.”

The interviewer raises her brows. “So you’re the mystery behind the style — and the man.”

You laugh. “Guilty.”

“Just like your relationship?” the interviewer teases.

Lewis smirks. “Some things deserve to grow in peace.”

“And now?”

“Now we’re blooming in public.”

The crowd is buzzing.

“Final question,” the interviewer says. “Are you… expecting?”

A pause.

Your hand, without thinking, rests gently over the curve of your belly.

And Lewis, glowing, says nothing.

But he doesn’t have to.

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FLASHBACK:

Three years ago. Paris Fashion Week.

You walked three steps behind Lewis, clipboard in hand, pretending to be just another assistant. In truth, you had chosen every piece he wore. The coat. The rings. The sharp sunglasses. A fashion blogger caught a side-profile photo of you in the mirror behind him and posted it.

“Unidentified stylist with main character energy,” the caption read.

The comments were half style praise, half speculation.

That was the first time you trended on Twitter — anonymously.

Two years ago. Capri.

You and Lewis slipped through a back entrance of a candlelit restaurant, sunglasses on even at night. Your hands had brushed under the table. A photographer caught the blurry outline of your silhouette as you got into the car.

"New girlfriend?" the article speculated.

It wasn’t the first time. Or the last.

A birthday dinner in Malibu. A market stroll in Notting Hill. A late-night swim in Tulum. Always half-hidden. Always behind something. Always almost.

But not tonight.

Tonight you are center frame.

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Back in the car, shoes off and hat finally in your lap, you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Do you regret it?” you murmur. “Not keeping it just ours?”

Lewis looks at you like you’ve asked if he regrets breathing.

“I’ve waited five years to show the world who I love,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Tonight? I finally got to do that. And they loved you.”

You blink at the phone in his hand, scrolling headlines:

FANS REACT: LEWIS HAMILTON’S STYLIST IS HIS FIANCÉE?! ALL THOSE RED CARPET LOOKS — DESIGNED BY THE WOMAN HE LOVES

LEWIS HAMILTON REVEALS MYSTERY WOMAN — AND SHE'S HIS FIANCÉE

BABY ON BOARD! Met Gala Goes Wild After Hamilton Couple Drops Two Bombshells

LEWIS HAMILTON AND Y/N: THE LOVE STORY WE NEVER SAW COMING

You smile, leaning into him.

The car rounds a corner. Your ring catches the city lights.

On Twitter, your name trends in real time. Tweets pour in:

"WAIT. LEWIS’S STYLIST??? I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST A FASHION ICON NOT A ROM-COM LEAD."

"i knew it. i KNEW IT. the way he always looked at her in behind-the-scenes videos? please."

"her hands have been styling him for years and now she’s carrying his child. romantic cinema is back."

"this is what happens when you keep your peace and mind your business — you walk the met gala with your man AND your baby bump."

Fan edits. Slow-motion clips. Music overlays. TikToks pairing Met Gala footage with past moments of her hand reaching out to fix his collar, now reanalyzed like prophecy.

Theories explode: "She’s been soft-launching him for YEARS — those moodboards were their vacations." "Notice how every time he wore a bold look, she posted a tailoring sketch two days earlier. We missed all the signs." "The color palette she used for his Monaco GP fits last year? The same tones as her Met Gala dress. Stop it."

And then — his Instagram post. A black-and-white photo of you two holding hands backstage, her hat resting in his lap. The caption reads:

Kept my peace. Loved her loud in silence. Tonight, I got to love her loud in the light too. 🖤

And for the first time in five years, you don’t hide your hand.

Later that night, you posts to your own Instagram: A carousel — the first slide a blurry backstage photo of Lewis looking at her like the world revolves around her, the second a close-up of her corset-laced belly with his hand resting protectively over it, the third a mirror selfie of them nose to nose in the hotel suite before they left.

Her caption? Simply: Private, not secret. ✨🖤 Grateful for every part of this love story."

The comments pour in instantly:

@/zendaya: You ATE. Absolutely perfect.

@/gigihadid: Now THIS is how you step out. 🔥

@/dualipa: crying screaming throwing up this is so romantic

@/f1twtqueen: we were watching a love story and didn’t even know it 😭

@/stylistsoftiktok: the stylist is the muse. always has been.

Over 3 million likes by morning. One couple. One night. The whole world watching — and for the first time, seeing it all.

Major outlets run the story by sunrise:

Vogue: “The co-chair and his stylist-slash-soulmate redefine fashion royalty.”

People Magazine: “Lewis Hamilton confirms engagement and baby on the way — meet the woman behind his iconic style.”

BBC: “Hamilton Met Gala Surprise: F1 legend announces new chapter — engagement and fatherhood.”

GQ: “Power, tailoring, and a timeless love — Lewis Hamilton’s Met Gala moment is one for the ages.”

Morning talk shows buzz. Style panels dissect the looks. Fan podcasts drop emergency episodes. And fashion Twitter? Declares it the greatest Met Gala debut of all time.

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ONE WEEK LATER: GQ COUPLES QUIZ

You and Lewis sit on the studio set — two director’s chairs, cue cards in hand, lights trained on you, and matching smirks as the cameras start rolling.

“So,” the interviewer says off-camera, “you two ready for the ultimate test?”

Lewis raises a brow. “We’ve survived a secret relationship, the Met Gala, and TikTok detectives. I think we’ve earned this.”

You nudge him. “Speak for yourself. I forget what you ate for breakfast every day.”

The questions begin.

“What’s Lewis’s favorite midnight snack?” You barely pause. “Popcorn. With that weird spicy seasoning. And a little maple syrup drizzle.” Lewis grins. “She makes it better than anyone.”

“What’s Y/N’s favorite piece she’s styled for you?” He doesn’t even blink. “2023 Miami GP. The wide-leg mint trousers, mesh shirt, and vintage Cartier brooch.”

You laugh. “Correct. That was the first time I saw a hundred editors stop mid-sentence just to stare at you.”

“What’s something the world doesn’t know about your relationship?”

Lewis glances at you. “We write love letters to each other. Actual pen and paper.”

You shrug. “We’re dramatic. And romantic.”

Behind the scenes, crew members are crying-laughing and taking selfies with tissues. A camera operator whispers, “This is relationship goals level ten.”

On TikTok, fans go feral:

“LEWIS SAID LOVE LETTERS. I AM UNWELL.” “they finish each other’s sentences. i need to lie down.” “this couples quiz just cured my seasonal depression.”

“Final question,” the producer says. “Who fell first?”

You and Lewis point at each other. Then at the same time, you both say: “At the same time.”

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The end.

A/N: when you see the ****, is a picture of the engagement ring. You can tap the link and it will show you what I imagine they would use as their engagement ring. Lewis is very much private, not secret vibes in this story. I hope you guys enjoy it.

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౨ৎ GET HIM BACK! ౨ৎ

masterlist / rules / requests & talks with me!

SUMMARY౨ৎ After heartbreak, Y/N decides she’s done with rich men in Formula One. Well, that’s what she thought at first. Besides, what better way to get back at your ex that does competitive sports than to get with his main rival?

PAIRING ౨ৎ Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader, Ex!Max Verstappen x Reader

WARNINGS ౨ৎ Mentions of Jos and some slut shaming (not saying directly)

A/N ౨ৎ oh how i love this sorta trope. Will be working on one more request!

Part 2 of `` 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ``

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y/n.l/n ✔︎

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y/n.l/n tante y/n spending time with her favorite nephew while mom and dad are out on date day 🩷 (also met a new friend(s) while on a walk🫣!)

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charles_leclerc ✔︎ fatherhood is tiring 😞

→ y/n.l/n ✔︎ i will gladly take leo off your hands 🤗🤗 → charles_leclerc ✔︎ no thank you!!

alexandrasaintmleux the prettiest 🩷

→ y/n.l/n ✔︎ says you 🥹🫶 → charles_leclerc ✔︎ am i interrupting something..? → y/n.l/n ✔︎ yes you are actually

lewishamilton ✔︎ great seeing you!

y/n.l/n you ✔︎ as well! sorry for stopping your run! 😭 lewishamilton ✔︎ no need to worry! it was fun catching up 👊 landonorris ✔︎ “interuppted your run” uh huh… 😏 roscoelovescoco should have brought snacks

username1 LEO LECLERC!! 🗣️ 🔥

→ username2 leo *SAINT-MLEUX leclerc

username3 TANTE Y/N!!

→ username4 she can be my aunt anytime → username5 i’m tired of this @ username4.

username6 ROSCOE MENTION

username7 the lewis hamilton tag??? 🤨

→ username8 NO BECAUSE WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS?? → username9 call me delusional but what if lewis and y/n get together 🤭🤭 → username10 yeah you’re delusional!! → username11 i mean… considering they both live in monaco and it’s break right now for f1… i wouldn't be surprised if they start getting friendly

username12 her outfit is so 😍😍

lewishamilton ✔︎

📍 Monaco

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lewishamilton fun day out 📸

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username13 lewis serving as usual 🥱

username14 UHM…. SIR LEWIS CARL DAVIDSON HAMILTON… WHO IS THAT WOMAN?

→ username15 based off how she dresses and who he recently met, it has to be y/n no way it’s some other girl.

landonorris ✔︎ a new missus??? 🤔

→ username16 tell us what you know @ landonorris. → username17 this is a threat @ landonorris → username18 stalk lewis @ landonorris → landonorris fucking hell guys let me live i’m as lost as you 😞😞🙏

username19 the y/n and lewis collab was something i did NOT know I needed….

username20 we lost him ladies 😞😞👊

→ username21 lost him??? nah we lost HER

y/n.l/n ✔︎ too fun!

Liked by lewishamilton

→ lewishamilton favorite part was when you fell in the water 🤣 → y/n.l/n ✔︎ we promised to not talk about that…

username22 what do you guys know about y/namilton post y/nstappen breakup??

→ username23 bro thinks lewis hamilton will get with max verstappens ex 💀

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📍 Monte Carlo, Monaco

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y/n.l/n rest and relaxation ☕️ 🌞

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username24 my girl knew the assignment

→ username25 and got graded a 8/8 🤭🤭

lewishamilton ✔︎ oh wow 😍

lewishamilton ✔︎ the prettiest girl in the world 💫

→ y/n.l/n ✔︎ oh?? 😳 → username26 UHMM… → username27 lewis… i don’t think you know you’re on your main… → username28 lewis’s comment isn’t wrong she knew how good she looked 😫 → username29 PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD??? → username30 OKAY WE SEE YOU SHOOTING THE SHOTS HAMMY → username31 HAMMY??? 😭😭

username32 the max like???

username33 the way she’s so much more happy now with all the max drama subsiding :(

username34 great now she’s moving on from one driver to another 🙄

→ username35 honestly! i’m suprised no one called her out on that. → username36 champion hopper 😂

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y/n.l/n ✔︎ mwah mwah 😽

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username37 IS THIS THE HARD LAUNCH??🫣

username38 I KNEW THEY ALREADY KISSED BUT DAMN

username39 THEY DIDN’T EASE INTO IT 💀

username40 LEWIS AND YN SAID “fuck the soft launch” 😭😭

username41 Rip max verstappen pre-y/n breakup, you would have loved this baddie…

→ username42 @ username41 nah max didn’t fight for their relationship he doesn’t deserve y/n in her hottie era → username43 @ username42 YOU SPEAK THE TRUTH!!

username22 WTF DID I SAY @ username23

→ username23 i plead the fifth.

alexandrasaintmleux écoute ici, petite merde. tu lui brises le cœur, Charles et moi serons devant ta porte, les couteaux à la main et prêts à frapper. Elle mérite le monde et tu ferais mieux de le lui donner. ❤️ 🤗

→ username44 alex being such a sweet and supportive friend 🥹🫶 → username45 DID WE READ THE SAME COMMENT??? → username46 french speaker here 🙋 i can confirm that alex did infact say how happy she is for y/n and lewis and that she can’t wait for them and y/n and charles to go on double dates!! → username46 that is what i would say but she very much said the opposite!! → lewishamilton ✔︎ oui oui madame. 🫡

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neymessisstuff · 2 months ago

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Flirt X Lewis Hamilton

MasterList

F1 Masterlist

Melbourne was a dream. The weather was golden, the city alive and Ferrari’s media content? Exploding.

Specifically whenever I posted anything of Lewis Hamilton.

He was new to the team this year, but you’d never know it. The camera loved him, and he loved it right back flashing those dazzling smiles, throwing cheeky winks, posing like it was second nature. He was a dream to film. Professional. Charming. Always willing to stay an extra few minutes if I needed.

Maybe too charming.

Because lately, there was… something. Something growing between us.

An extra second of eye contact. A softer smile saved just for me.

And I was trying to be professional I was but it was hard when he looked at me like that.

When he spoke to me like that.

“Come on, Y/N,” Lewis drawled, one afternoon after media day. He was lounging against a wall in the paddock, still in his Ferrari race suit, unzipped halfway to his hips with his white undershirt clinging to him.

He flashed me a grin that could have melted steel.

"One date. That’s all I’m asking."

I adjusted the camera in my hands, trying not to show how my fingers trembled slightly.

"I have a rule about not dating drivers," I said, aiming for stern.

He tilted his head, playful.

"But what if the driver’s absolutely smitten? What then?"

I huffed a laugh, heart hammering.

"Then he should focus on winning races instead of flirting."

Lewis just grinned wider.

"I can multitask."

Posting content from Melbourne was ridiculously easy with him around.

I had hours of footage Lewis laughing with the crew, Lewis signing autographs for fans, Lewis pulling faces into the camera, Lewis shirtless doing a fitness session under the sun…

(Purely for professional purposes, of course.)

The fans were absolutely eating it up.

Every time I posted a new Reel or TikTok, the comments were feral:

"Mother is feeding us breakfast lunch dinner and snacks with this content 🙌🔥"

"Lewis Hamilton is the hottest Ferrari driver in HISTORY and I’m not sorry."

"Whoever the new social media manager is... I love you. I would die for you."

"Petition for Y/N to post Lewis content EVERY SINGLE DAY."

It was thrilling. And a little dangerous.

Because the more time I spent with Lewis, the harder it became to remember that I was supposed to be detached.

And he wasn’t helping.

Filming TikToks together? He’d lean a little too close, his arm brushing mine. Behind-the-scenes shots? He’d tug me into frame at the last second, making everyone laugh. Interviews? He’d catch my eye across the paddock and wink, like it was a secret just for us.

He was wearing me down.

And he knew it.

The night before the race, he cornered me again this time outside the hotel after team dinner.

The Melbourne air was warm, scented with eucalyptus and sea salt.

Lewis shoved his hands into his pockets, giving me a look that was half-smile, half-serious.

"One date," he said again, softer now. "No cameras. No pressure. Just you and me."

I stared up at him, my heart a mess of want and fear.

"This can’t affect work," I said quietly.

"It won’t," he promised. "I’ll behave."

He hesitated, stepping closer.

"But I’m not gonna pretend I don’t like you. I do, Y/N. More than I should."

I swallowed hard.

Then God help me I nodded.

"Okay," I whispered. "One date."

The way his whole face lit up was enough to make my knees wobble.

"You won't regret it," he said, taking my hand just for a second just long enough to make me feel it for hours after.

I didn’t know what I expected for our first date. Something low-key, maybe.

Lewis had other ideas.

He hired out a private yacht.

A yacht.

He told me to dress comfortably, but when I arrived at the dock the next afternoon after wrapping all my pre-race duties my jaw nearly hit the floor.

The sun was setting over the water, turning the whole bay gold, and there was Lewis, barefoot in linen trousers and a white shirt, waiting with a bottle of champagne.

"You’re insane," I said, laughing as he helped me aboard.

He shrugged, utterly unrepentant.

"You said one date. I’m making it count."

The yacht drifted out onto the water, soft music playing, the city glittering behind us.

We ate dinner and fruit, talked about everything racing, music, childhood dreams and it was so easy, so good that it scared me a little.

Lewis leaned back against the railing, watching me like he could see straight through to my soul.

"You’re different," he said quietly. "Real."

I flushed, ducking my head.

"You’re not exactly what I expected either."

"Oh?" he teased. "What did you expect?"

I smiled, catching his gaze.

"I thought you’d be cockier. Less... kind."

Lewis’s face softened.

"I can be cocky," he said. "But not with you."

He stepped closer, taking my hand.

"I don’t want to impress you. I just want you."

And then he kissed me slow and sweet, the ocean rocking gently beneath us.

It was perfect.

And terrifying.

Because I knew, right then, that I was doomed.

Utterly, gloriously doomed.

The next day, back at the track, everything had to go back to normal.

Professional. Distant. Untouchable.

Or at least, that was the plan.

Lewis, predictably, made it almost impossible.

During media day, he kept sneaking glances at me. During the driver parade, he spotted me filming and blew a kiss at my camera, making the crowd erupt in screams.

I could already imagine the fan comments:

"Y/N you are SERVING we are FEASTING"

"Lewis is literally in love omg"

"The way he looks at her... I’m SOBBING."

"Y/N post more RIGHT NOW bestie please 🙏"

And it wasn't just them.

Every time Lewis grinned at me every time he winked or leaned into frame or pulled a silly face just to make me laugh I could feel myself falling harder.

And it was getting harder to hide.

That night, after Lewis finished on the podium second place, champagne spraying everywhere I found him behind the garages, grinning like a kid.

"You were amazing," I said, holding up the GoPro to catch the behind-the-scenes celebration.

He grabbed the camera and turned it around on me instead, laughing.

"No, you’re amazing," he said, still breathless. "You’re my good luck charm."

I rolled my eyes, cheeks burning, as he filmed me blushing.

The fans were going to absolutely lose it when I posted this.

But honestly?

I didn’t care anymore.

Let them see. Let the world know.

Because Lewis Hamilton wasn’t just camera-ready.

He was heart-ready.

And somehow impossibly he wanted me.

After the podium celebrations, Melbourne was buzzing. The team was buzzing. The internet was buzzing.

And not just about the race.

No. They were buzzing about me and Lewis.

Because apparently somewhere between the champagne chaos and the media frenzy a live camera had caught him pulling me into a hug behind the garages. Not just a casual hug, either.

One of those arms-wrapped-round-my-waist, forehead-leaning-on-mine, we’re-in-our-own-world kinds of hugs.

There was even a moment a tiny second where it looked like he might kiss me.

We didn’t. (Just barely.) But the footage was enough.

The internet lost its collective mind.

"WAIT DID LEWIS JUST ALMOST KISS THE SOCIAL MEDIA GIRL???"

"Y/N IS THE MAIN CHARACTER. LEWIS HAMILTON IS IN LOVE WITH HER. THIS IS CANON."

"My Roman Empire: Lewis almost kissing Y/N after podium celebrations."

"Y/N posting Lewis content like a queen and then him almost kissing her live on TV... this is poetry."

I buried my face in my hands when I saw the clips.

"Oh my God," I groaned in the media room the next morning.

Carlos Sainz, never one to miss a chance to tease, leaned over my shoulder grinning.

"Sooooo," he said, dragging the word out. "Anything you want to tell us?"

Charles Leclerc appeared beside him, fake-casual.

"Just curious, no reason."

I glared at them both.

"Mind your business."

Carlos winked.

"Impossible. This is my business now. I’m emotionally invested."

Charles folded his arms dramatically.

"We’re emotionally invested."

I shoved my headphones on and ignored them.

I couldn’t stop smiling.

Lewis texted me later that night.

Lewis: Come outside.

Me: It’s 1AM.

Lewis: Live a little, Y/N.

I snuck out of the hotel lobby, heart racing, and found him waiting by a ridiculously fancy black car.

"Seriously?" I said, half-laughing. "Was the yacht not enough?"

Lewis just smiled, eyes dancing.

"You’re worth the effort."

He opened the passenger door for me like a proper gentleman.

"Come on. I’ve got something better this time."

I got in of course I did, because apparently I’d lost all sense where he was concerned and he pulled out into the quiet Melbourne streets.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You’ll see."

He drove us to a private airstrip.

A bloody airstrip.

My jaw dropped as we pulled up beside a gleaming little helicopter, blades spinning slowly.

Lewis cut the engine and turned to me, grinning.

"Second date," he said. "Sunrise over Melbourne. Best view in the world."

I just stared at him.

"You’re mental."

He laughed, stepping out and rounding the car to open my door.

"Maybe. But you’re here, aren’t you?"

He offered his hand.

I took it without hesitation.

We Flew over Melbourne until dawn and it was… surreal.

The sky bled gold and pink, the whole city sparkling beneath us.

Lewis sat beside me, headset on, his hand resting lightly over mine on the seat between us.

It was quiet just the low hum of the blades and our shared smiles.

I turned to look at him, heart squeezing.

He was beautiful. Not just handsome beautiful.

Soft. Kind. Funny.

Mine?

The thought made my chest ache.

He caught me staring and squeezed my hand gently.

"This alright?" he asked, voice crackling through the headset.

I nodded, smiling so wide my cheeks hurt.

"It’s perfect."

And it was.

So was he.

Afterwards, when we landed and the city was waking up below us, he didn’t let go of my hand.

He pulled me closer, eyes warm and serious.

"I like you, Y/N," he said simply. "I know it’s complicated with work and all that. But I’m not messing around."

I swallowed hard, emotions crashing through me.

"I like you too," I whispered.

His smile broke over his face like sunshine.

And then finally he kissed me properly.

No cameras. No fans. No teasing.

Just Lewis. And me. And the sunrise.

It was everything.

And I knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning.

The fans, of course, had no idea about the helicopter or the kiss. (Yet.)

But they did notice that Lewis was practically glowing at the next race weekend. Laughing more. Smiling more. Looking at the camera at me like he was the happiest man alive.

And when I posted a new TikTok a compilation of Lewis dancing around the paddock, making stupid faces, being adorable the comments flooded in again:

"HE’S SO HAPPY IT’S BECAUSE OF Y/N I JUST KNOW IT."

"Mother Y/N keeps FEEDING US. We are obese from this content."

"Can they just soft launch already PLEASE we are STARVING."

"Petition for Y/N and Lewis to become the paddock’s power couple immediately."

We tried. We really tried.

Lewis and I promised each other after Melbourne: no drama. No headlines. Keep it quiet. Keep it professional.

For a little while, it worked.

And then reality hit.

The reality being: we are terrible at being subtle.

It started with the looks.

You know the looks.

Across the paddock, across the garage, across any room we were both in. I’d be holding the camera, pretending to film something serious, and Lewis would catch my eye and grin that lazy, devastating grin of his. The one that made my brain short-circuit.

Or worse he’d wink.

Lewis Hamilton winked at me. Daily.

I lived in a constant state of barely holding it together.

Carlos noticed first, of course.

"Cuidado," he muttered under his breath as I passed him one afternoon, pretending to focus on shooting content. "You're gonna set the paddock on fire with those looks."

I nearly dropped the camera.

Charles wasn’t far behind. He caught Lewis and me standing just a bit too close behind the team trucks one morning, both laughing at some private joke.

He raised an eyebrow so high it practically left his forehead.

"Subtle," he said dryly, as he walked past.

I turned scarlet.

Lewis just laughed and tugged his cap lower, all cheeky innocence.

Then there were the accidents.

Like the time I posted a casual behind-the-scenes story of Lewis laughing during a promo shoot.

Completely harmless.

Except in the background of the video, you could very clearly hear him saying:

"Where’s my girl at?"

I didn’t notice when I posted it.

The internet did.

Within an hour, #Where’sMyGirlAt was trending on Twitter.

Fans were ravenous.

"SIR. WHO IS YOUR GIRL. WHO. IS. SHE."

"i’m just a little guy... i can’t handle this information drop."

"Y/N you’re SO powerful mother."

Charles printed out memes and stuck them to the garage walls.

Carlos even made a custom t-shirt that said "Where’s My Girl At?" and wore it around the paddock.

I hated them. (I loved them.)

And then came the soft launch.

Entirely Lewis' doing.

We were sitting side-by-side in the Ferrari motorhome one evening, both pretending to scroll through our phones.

I was half-asleep against his shoulder, feeling warm and safe and so, so happy.

He took a sneaky photo just our hands, resting together on his lap.

Nothing else. No faces. No big clues.

Just two hands, fingers linked loosely, sunlight pouring over us.

He posted it on his Instagram story with no caption.

I didn’t even realise until Charles came sprinting into the motorhome, waving his phone above his head.

"YOU GUYS," he yelled.

The whole place erupted.

"THE SOFT LAUNCH IS SO SOFT I’M SOBBING."

"Their hands??? the sunlight??? the peace??? I’m unwell."

"Y/N and Lewis are doing TRUE ROMANCE rn."

Even Mercedes' official account commented on random Ferrari posts like, "👀❤️".

I wanted to die.

Lewis, of course, was loving it.

"Relax," he murmured against my ear later, arm slung round my waist as we snuck out the back of the garage. "Let them talk. Let them know."

I turned to face him, heart pounding.

"You're evil," I said.

He grinned, utterly unrepentant.

"You love it."

And annoyingly… I did.

The next race weekend, things got even worse (better?).

Because Lewis was not content with subtle anymore.

He started little things brushing his hand against mine when we passed, tugging gently at my headset to whisper stupid jokes, finding reasons to come sit beside me whenever I was editing.

Every time I posted anything remotely Lewis-related, fans screamed louder:

"Mother is feeding us AGAIN."

"Lewis Hamilton's entire love language is annoying his gf while she’s working."

"I'm not saying they should get married but also... maybe they should get married."

And honestly?

I wasn’t far off agreeing.

Because every time Lewis looked at me really looked at me I felt like the most important person in the world.

Not Ferrari’s media girl. Not a job title.

Just me.

And he was mine.

One evening, after a long day of practice, Lewis pulled me aside behind the motorhome.

The sky was pink and golden, the air buzzing with that magic race weekend energy.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, looking down at me with those soft, warm eyes.

"I’m planning something," he said casually.

I frowned.

"Another helicopter ride?"

He laughed, low and fond.

"Better."

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

"Define 'better.'"

Lewis just smiled slow, secretive and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"You'll see."

And something in the way he said it quiet, certain made my heart absolutely soar.

I should’ve known something was up.

I mean it was obvious, really. In hindsight. The way everyone around me was terrible at pretending they didn’t know something. Carlos couldn’t look me in the eye without grinning like an idiot. Charles kept patting my shoulder and muttering, "Big weekend, big weekend," under his breath. Even the Ferrari team principal winked at me.

WINKED.

And Lewis...Well.

Lewis was being suspiciously well-behaved.

No cheeky touches. No distracting jokes while I was working. No dramatic entrances into the Instagram stories.

Just calm, focused Lewis. Patient. Sweet.

It was enough to make me wildly suspicious.

We were in Vegas that weekend.

Of all places.

Glittering streets, sparkling sea, the glamour turned up to eleven.

I was busy capturing all the usual content the race prep, the pit walks, the candid shots of Lewis laughing with the team.

And God, he looked good dark suit, sunglasses, that easy swagger that made half the paddock swoon.

But something buzzed beneath it all.

Something... electric.

Lewis kept catching my eye across the garage, across the track.

Little secret looks that made my stomach swoop.

Like he knew something I didn’t.

Like he was waiting.

It happened after qualifying.

Ferrari had a team dinner booked casual, celebratory, nothing fancy.

Or so they said.

I should’ve clocked it when they told me, "Wear something nice. Like... very nice."

Charles practically shoved a dress bag into my hands.

"You’ll thank me later," he said, smirking.

I glared at him.

I was still glaring when I stepped into the mirror in the hotel room and saw the dress. Simple. Elegant. Red, of course Ferrari red fitting me like a second skin.

My heart thumped.

I hadn’t even seen Lewis yet and I was already dizzy.

He was waiting downstairs.

Black suit. No tie. Top button undone, diamond earring catching the light.

And when he saw me?

He actually stumbled a little.

"Jesus," he breathed, crossing the room in two strides to take my hands. "You’re... you’re unreal."

I flushed.

"You clean up alright yourself, Hamilton."

He grinned and kissed my forehead lingering, like he didn’t want to let go.

"Come on," he murmured. "Big night."

I had no idea.

The dinner was in this beautiful tucked-away courtyard fairy lights strung through olive trees, long wooden tables laid out with candles and flowers.

The whole team was there Ferrari drivers, engineers, media, family.

Everyone buzzing with this giddy kind of energy.

I sat between Lewis and Charles, laughing through the courses, feeling warm and golden and full.

Every so often Lewis would nudge my knee under the table, or brush his hand against mine when reaching for the wine.

And every time, my heart stuttered.

Then dessert came.

Or it was supposed to.

Instead, the lights dimmed.

And Lewis stood up.

The chatter faded instantly.

He held a glass, tapping it lightly with a fork the classic attention-getter but he didn’t look cocky or joking.

He looked serious.

Focused.

He turned to face me.

And I knew.

I knew.

Everything inside me flipped upside down.

"Y/N," Lewis said steady, soft voice carrying over the courtyard.

"You walked into my life with a camera in your hand and fire in your eyes."

A soft laugh rippled through the team.

I blinked furiously.

"And you’ve been turning my world upside down ever since," he continued, smiling slightly. "Every race. Every moment. Every day. You make everything better. Brighter. You make me better."

I was already crying.

Charles passed me a napkin, sniffling dramatically himself.

Lewis took a small velvet box from his pocket.

Opened it.

A ring.

Simple, stunning a band that caught the fairy lights like it held a thousand tiny stars.

"I don’t wanna spend another lap, another second, without knowing you're mine," he said, voice roughening slightly.

He stepped closer, reaching out his free hand.

"Will you marry me, Y/N?"

I was sobbing.

I mean full-on ugly-crying.

Behind me, Charles shouted, "SAY YES!"

I could barely speak through the tears, but somehow, somehow, I managed:

"Yes."

Lewis let out a breath like he’d been holding it forever.

He slipped the ring onto my finger hands steady, eyes shining and pulled me into him.

The courtyard erupted.

Cheering. Clapping. Whistling.

Someone popped a bottle of champagne and it sprayed everywhere.

Lewis kissed me.

Properly.

Full, messy, beautiful.

The kind of kiss that says forever.

Later, hours later, I found out the whole thing had been planned for weeks.

The team helping him set up the dinner.

Charles choosing the dress.

Lewis had wanted it perfect.

Private, but surrounded by the people who meant the most to us.

Family.

And the fans?

Oh, they knew.

Because Lewis posted one thing on Instagram the next morning:

A simple picture of my hand wearing the ring resting on his chest.

Captioned: "She said yes." ❤️🏎️

The internet exploded.

"MOTHER AND FATHER ARE GETTING MARRIED I’M SOBBING"

"Not a drill. REPEAT: NOT A DRILL."

"This is bigger than any championship win, sorry I don’t make the rules."

"I KNEW IT FROM THE HELICOPTER RIDE LAST YEAR."

I was dizzy with love, with happiness, with the knowledge that somehow, against all odds, we’d found this.

Us.

A love story born in the paddock, sealed under the stars, raced into forever.

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SWIPING INTO DESTINY PART 1

LEWIS HAMILTON x Fem Reader

London had always felt like a city of endless possibilities, but for me, it had settled into a predictable rhythm. At 25, I had built a steady life—working as a receptionist in a sleek office building, coming home to my cozy apartment, and spending weekends with my close-knit group of friends. My days were structured, my routine comforting, but if I was being honest with myself, something was missing.

Love.

I had been single for longer than I cared to admit. At first, it was by choice—I wanted to focus on myself, my career, and my independence. But as time passed, I realized that the dating scene in London wasn’t as romantic as the movies made it seem. Apps like Hinge and Bumble had been nothing but a cycle of dry conversations, unmet expectations, and ghosting. My friends had started teasing me, saying I was too picky.

Then, one evening, over drinks and laughter at our favorite restaurant, my best friend dropped a suggestion that changed everything.

“Have you tried Raya?” she asked, swirling the last of her cocktail.

I nearly choked on my drink. “Raya? You mean the app for celebrities and influencers?”

She shrugged. “Not just celebrities. There are normal people too—you just have to get accepted.”

I laughed it off, but later that night, curiosity got the best of me. I submitted an application, knowing full well that the process was selective. I didn’t take it too seriously, so when I got rejected, I brushed it off.

But then I applied again. And again.

By the fourth attempt, I had almost given up. But one afternoon, as I sat at my desk at work, a notification popped up on my phone.

Congratulations! You’ve been accepted to Raya.

I grinned, barely suppressing my excitement. That evening, I curled up in bed, ready to see what all the fuss was about. As I swiped through profiles, I wasn’t expecting much. But then—I saw him.

Lewis. Hamilton.

I stared at my screen in disbelief. No way.

A rational part of me knew there was no chance, but the delusional part? Oh, she didn’t care. Without hesitation, I swiped right. Then, I kept swiping, eventually dozing off with my phone still in my hand.

Over the next few weeks, I matched with a few people, exchanged some messages, but none of them sparked anything real. Raya wasn’t much different from other dating apps—just shinier.

Then, a month later, just as I was getting ready to meet my friends for dinner, my phone buzzed.

Lewis Hamilton has accepted your match.

My mouth fell open. What?

I sat frozen, staring at the notification as my heart pounded. It wasn’t until my friend called, asking why I was late, that I snapped out of it. At dinner, I tried to focus on our conversation, but my mind was elsewhere. I kept replaying the notification in my head, wondering if it was real.

That night, when I got home, I finally worked up the courage to send a message.

“Hello.”

Simple. Casual. Normal.

And then—I waited. And waited.

A week passed. No response.

Just as I was about to give up, my phone buzzed with a new message.

Lewis Hamilton had replied.

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LH: How many games is that now?

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LH: "5-0" get the fuck outta here 😭

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SCENE 2 :: YOU ONLY LISTEN WHEN I'M UNDRESSED ↳ look at how my tears ricochet — lewis hamilton ༉‧₊˚✧

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Tantrums - Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: After 10 years together, Lewis keeps pushing back the date on when “forever” can start. Realising that forever applies to her job and not their relationship, she makes it clear that she’s had enough.

Warnings: slight age gap, reader is 32. angst, heavy on the angst.

Requested: @madelynn-sienna (sorry it took so long. i didn’t think i was gonna do it ngl to you because i don’t really write for lewis)

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yn_ln when he feels bad that he’s on the other side of the world for your birthday

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lewishamilton happy birthday, love. i’m so sorry i’m in australia and not with you but i promise i will make it up to you when i’m home. roscoe promised me he’d spend the day spoiling you

→ roscoelovescoco yes i’s did’s

user1 oh to be loved the way yn is loved by lewis

user2 no one makes me feel as single as lewis and yn do

carmenmmundt @/georgerussell63 take notes

→ yn_ln you tell him, hun

→ georgerussell63 i buy you flowers all the time!

f1 we’re sorry that a race fell on your birthday. we’ll ask the fia to fix the calendar next year so this doesn’t happen again

mercedesamgf1 we’d give him back if we could. happy birthday, yn

georgerussell63 hang on a second. you’ve not left us yet. that’s not the right car

→ charles_leclerc that’s the perfect car

→ yn_ln i didn’t buy the car. i just jumped behind the wheel

user3 not me hoping she’d be getting a ring for her birthday

→ user4 we’ve been waiting for this for the past 8 birthdays

→ user5 it’s been 10 years. we were expecting two rings and a few kids by now

→ user6 i mean, he just bought her a sports car. not very kid friendly

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lewishamilton happy 10 years to the love of my life. every moment with you is an adventure i never want to end

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yn_ln forever with you ❤️ mainly because i can’t be bothered to train some new guy to photos that good of me

mercedesamgf1 can’t believe it’s been 10 years already. it feels like only yesterday yn was making her paddock debut. here’s to another 10

→ user7 not mercedes commenting like they’re a part of this relationship

→ user8 well he’s been with yn almost as long as he’s been with mercedes so they practically are at this point

user9 my favourite f1 couple

user10 i love their rich money vibes

roscoelovescoco happy’s anniversary’s mum and’s dad

→ yn_ln my precious boy

→ user11 now she needs a real baby

danielriccairdo i can’t believe she’s managed to put up with you for ten years 😂 huge love to you both

→ yn_ln ngl, it’s been tough

→ lewishamilton i’m taking the ferrari back

user12 wedding and baby when?

georgerussell63 happy 10 year anniversary. yn is my favourite part of you being my teammate

→ carmenmmundt can we keep her when you go to ferrari?

→ charles_leclerc no. it’s my turn now

→ lewishamilton i think you’re all forgetting that she’s mine

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mercedesamgf1 GET IN THERE, LEWIS 🏆🥇 LEWIS HAMILTON IS YOUR BRITISH GRAND PRIX WINNER

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yn_ln my love. i honestly have not stopped crying since you crossed that line. i’m so proud of you. you deserved this and proved to everyone why you’re a motorsport legend

→ lewishamilton couldn't do it without your support 🩷

→ mercedesamgf1 it’s true. the mechanics were uncomfortable when they realised they couldn't just keep giving her tissues

georgerussell63 you deserve it, mate

valterribottas well done champ

user1 can’t believe he won silverstone the same weekend he celebrated 10 years with yn

→ user2 she’s always been his good luck charm. he performs so well when she’s watching

→ user3 they’re the dream team together

user4 the fact that yn is the only one he responded to

user5 she’s getting it good tonight

skysportsf1 posted a new interview

user6 oh no, lewis…

user7 lewis, she was asking what was next for you and yn, relationship wise

user8 oh, that’s not quite

user9 i hope yn doesn’t see this otherwise i fear lewis might be in the doghouse tonight

→ user10 i hope she does see it so that she knows he’s not thinking of her future in the same way

user11 i always thought lewis loved yn as much as yn loved lewis but now i’m not sure

user12 it’s the fact that the poor interviewer looked upset at his answer as well. like she hoped for better

→ user13 we all hoped for better

user14 it’s the fact that she’s always talked about wanting kids and getting married but has always said they’re waiting until lewis is ready

→ user15 the fact that every year passes and he never indicates that he’s ready for any of it though

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user1 lewis still follows yn

→ user2 and still has all of his photos up, including their anniversary post

→ user1 i’m hoping this means he’s in denial and is still trying to win her back

user3 i can’t believe this is real. she went all the way back and deleted everything related to him in 10 years. even edited posts to delete slides he was in

→ user4 dedicated queen

user5 just fell to my knees in walmart

user6 i’m devastated but i also hope this means she finds a man who will be prepared to give her the life she wants

→ user7 well, more fool her for staying this long

→ user6 not really. ever think she wanted those things because she wanted them with lewis

→ user8 don’t break my heart like this please

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user9 okay but your pen was on fire when you wrote that

user10 he literally had the best weekend of his life with a 10yr anniversary, winning silverstone and then clearly messed it all up somehow in the end

user11 if sir lewis hamilton can’t even do right, what hope do the rest of us have in finding a decent man

→ user12 no because they looked just as in love as they did 10 years ago and he still fumbled

user13 i saw rumours it was because he gave her an ultimatum and she didn’t take the path he wanted

→ user14 what do you mean?

→ user13 apparently “close sources” said that he told her if she wanted kids, she couldn't have him and so she left

→ user14 wtf!!! good on her for dumping his ass

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calvinklein @/yn_ln is stunning in calvin klein underwear. shop the collection now

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yn_ln oh okay. i look goooood

→ alexandrasaintmleux i would let you take me home

→ carmenmmundt me too

→ georgerussell63 excuse me, i don’t agree with this

user1 aha, nico we see you

→ user2 and fernando

landonorris oh so he fumbled bad

→ oscarpiastri they’re going to take your social media off you again

user3 is this her version of a revenge dress?

→ user4 more like undress

user5 not sure why you wouldn’t want to marry and give a baby to a woman like that

→ user6 okay, ew

user7 can we appreciate how she’s handled this with class. instead of speaking out against lewis, she’s been booked and busy and flitting about europe on modelling jobs

→ user8 just further proof that he managed to lose the best woman ever

roscoelovescoco you’s look’s nice, mum

→ user9 i know lewis hires someone to run this account but what are the odds that he’s actually behind it now so he can stalk yn

yn_ln please can we all focus on the clothes and support how hot i look by buying some!

→ danielricciardo don’t even have tits but you convinced me to buy a bra

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lewishamilton mixed feelings about today. obviously happy for a win but very disappointing for george and the team missing out on a 1-2

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georgerussell63 we put up a good fight today

user1 not really a deserved win though, is it

user2 you fumbled yn and now you’re fumbling wins. you only got this because merc screwed over george

roscoelovescoco well’s done’s dad

user3 see what happens when you play a good woman, you get a dirty win

user4 man needs to act his age. can’t believe at the grand age of 39, he strung along a girl who loved him more than anything for 10 years

→ user5 destroyed my faith in men for real

user6 robbed a win from george like you robbed 10 years from yn

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I wrote this out and was really proud of it and then when I was adding the other driver’s versions on, I realised it was the same principal as Daniel’s so I’m so sorry for the repeated plot

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neymessisstuff · 9 months ago

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knives out | lewis hamilton social media au

pairing: lewis hamilton x rosberg!reader

2016 saw the murder of brocedes right before our very eyes, but who got y/n in the will?

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

- part of the brother's best friend series -

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yourusername: back in barcelona! nothing has ever happened here, right? RIGHT?

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user1: when i'm in a victim of brocedes contest and y/n rosberg turns up

user2: nico was like "oh, lewis has had a good qualifying... here comes the curse"

user3: he's the hater we should all aspire to be

nicorosberg: barcelona is a beautiful place but you should pick your company well!

yourusername: great advice nico, i should've left you at home

nicorosberg: snore! i'm great company you just can't keep up with my great personality and wit

yourusername: what ever you need to tell yourself old man

nicorosberg: i'm two years older than you?

yourusername: how was the industrial revolution?

user4: i hope they never grow up and always argue in public

user5: omg the argument on sky about lewis v seb in canada... and jenson just stood there with the biggest shit-eating grin ever

lewishamilton: my trauma is not your joke

yourusername: it was my trauma too i was the one who had to listen to him complain for the next TWO WEEKS

lewishamilton: trying to find where i care...

yourusername: you complained first ??

lewishamilton: rightly so!

yourusername: do not tussle with me about this, by now i thought you'd know that us rosbergs don't play about complaining

lewishamilton: believe me my therapist knows that

user6: i know nico sat on his hands forcing himself not to comment back

user7: alternatively, celebrating that he still lives in lewis' head

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lewishamilton: @yourusername i may love you but if that man ever takes a picture of my car i'm putting a hit on his head

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user11: we got a relationship reveal and a death threat all in one post

user12: lewis saw yall ready to make a brocedes edit using this race and made sure you knew that he doesn't care about a his old haunts

user13: he was like yall shipping me with the wrong rosberg

yourusername: let's refrain from threats for now

lewishamilton: we're gonna have to get rid of that last name, no more curses

nicorosberg: RIGHT THAT IS IT IF YOU DARE GET MARRIED DOUBLE-BARRELLED OR ELSE, ROSBERGS ARE ELITE AND YOU WISH YOU HAD THIS NAME

yourusername: he does have a point

lewishamilton: i'm for real going to lose my mind that we haven't spoken in years and this is where he drew the line

nicorosberg: you told the world you're dating my sister at the same time as me

lewishamilton: stop cursing me then 🤨

nicorosberg: i don't curse you my devilish good looks just sent your engine into cardiac arrest

user14: i know toto wolff just fell to his knees in the mercedes garage seeing them bicker in instagram comments after making merc a literal warzone for years

user15: and yet this is the most brocedes way to go about it

georgerussell63: even if you're dating his sister, i'm still your favourite teammate right?

yourusername: valterri exists buddy soz

georgerussell63: *clutches my pearls*

lewishamilton: and that is exactly why valterri is my favourite teammate

georgerussell63: whatever 💁🏻‍♀️

charles_leclerc: not for long xx

yourusername: whoever can bring me the best coffee can get the crown?

lewishamilton: stop exploiting my teammate and future teammate

yourusername: that's what they're there for?

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yourusername: anything happen this week?

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user19: y/n ruining her brother's week - anything happen this week?

user20: more like year

nicorosberg: more like life

yourusername: drama queen

nicorosberg: as i should be !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yourusername: got enough exclamation marks in there buddy

nicorosberg: no open the door i need to scream directly in your ears

yourusername: if it's any consolation, the relationship started after 2016

nicorosberg: so he got me out of the way so he could go for my little sister 🤨

lewishamilton: yep!

nicorosberg: no i'm serious let me in i need to yell

nicorosberg: I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE I CAN HEAR ROSCOE

nicorosberg: fine i'll just abseil from my apartment give me a sec

user21: y/n please let him in he's so serious about that i can feel it

user22: anyone from monaco here and want to keep us updated?

danielricciardo: Y/N LET HIM IN HE NEARLY KICKED MY POTTED PLANT OFF THE BALCONY

yourusername: lol

danielricciardo: THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER PLEASE

lewishamilton: fine, you people are such bores

nicorosberg: i nearly lost a birkenstock

yourusername: and my inheritance nearly doubled

lewishamilton: *our

user23: i think lewis is having way too much fun with this

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nicorosberg: we're back at the track and i've got a sneaking feeling that the red bull might be fast around here

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user24: nico said babe won't catch me posting lewis on my instagram

maxverstappen1: sure thing buddy he's dating your sister, but there's NO NEED TO TAKE IT OUT ON ME

nicorosberg: i said you're going to win?

maxverstappen1: i DON'T NEED YOUR BAD JUJU GIVE IT TO LEWIS HE'S THE ONE YOU'RE ANGRY AT NOT ME

nicorosberg: i'm not angry at lewis

lewishamilton: really?

nicorosberg: OF COURSE NOT

yourusername: he'll get over it soon lewis don't worry

lewishamilton: really? he's still holding a grudge from 2016 - that was EIGHT YEARS AGO

yourusername: yeah sorry that's a rosberg trait ❤️

user25: not the grid becoming victims of the brocedes fall out eight years later

yourusername: you're so shady why did you crop lewis out?

nicorosberg: outfit wasn't on par with the rosbergs

yourusername: oh no

lewishamilton: HOW DARE YOU

yourusername: you queens can take this out on each other i'm not getting involved in this one

lewishamilton: i know this birkenstock wearing primadonna is not dissing my custom mcqueen

nicorosberg: it's custom because no one would want something so ugly 🫶🏻

user26: someone take nico off the parc ferme interviews lewis might just run him over

user27: he should just let roscoe at his ankles

nicorosberg: that vegan dog can't do shit to me

yourusername: leave the kids out of it nico

nicorosberg: you birthed that? my condolences to your reproductive system

lewishamilton: DO NOT FAT SHAME MY SON

roscoelovescoco: kill yourself @nicorosberg

user28: WTF IS GOING ON

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lewishamilton: he may have won the battle, but i won the war

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user29: bro you're going to be subjected to boho chic Christmases for the rest of your life

user30: guy is going to get poisoned via christmas nut roast by nico 😭

yourusername: this is corny but i love you

lewishamilton: i love you too i'm going to pretend you didn't just call my super thought out caption corny

yourusername: it was corny and that's what i love about you

nicorosberg: you need better standards

yourusername: for someone who had so much homoerotic tension with the man that you retired you're being very rude about the subject of such tension

nicorosberg: that's not how that went

yourusername: sure, jan

nicorosberg: stop trying to rewrite history

yourusername: i saw it with my own two eyes... are you jealous that i ended up with lewis instead of you?

nicorosberg: nO

user31: i feel like this is definitely not the argument i thought i would see on the internet today

user32: lewis hamilton got passed around the rosberg house ... this your goat?

user33: both rosbergs are hawt as hell so yes!

charles_leclerc: oh great, keep stoking the flames lewis! if you invoke his wrath upon ferrari next season i will personally sacrifice you to the gods

lewishamilton: excuse me?

charles_leclerc: i don't know if you know this but i kinda don't have a world championship yet ... I DO NOT WANT THE ROSBERG CURSE ATTACHED TO ME

lewishamilton: do not minimise my trauma charles

charles_leclerc: you haven't joined ferrari yet, you don't know trauma. be nice to him, i can't finish my career with max having more championships than me

maxverstappen1: skill issue

user34: do these people ever stop arguing?

yourusername: no! and i can assure you it's worse in person

user35: worst brocedes tussle since nico found out?

yourusername: i was making a list of people to invite to my birthday dinner and nico was angry that i wrote lewis' name before his

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yourusername: still a victim of the brocedes nuclear fallout all these years later

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user37: bro nearly lost her bf to her brother

user38: lewis couldn't have nico and went for his sister instead

user39: insert larry stylinson theory here that y/n is just the beard and toto wolff is simon cowell

yourusername: i'm blocking all of you

nicorosberg: still yapping about this ... and i'm the dramatic one

yourusername: babe we can all see all of your comments on previous posts where you're the literal definition of crashing out

nicorosberg: BARCELONA WAS LEWIS' FAULT WE ALL KNOW THIS

yourusername: when did i bring up barcelona... you just proved my point IDIOT

nicorosberg: make me sound insane all you want ... TOTO IS THE REAL VILLAIN HERE

yourusername: ???

nicorosberg: he notebooked us

yourusername: riiiiiiiiiiight

nicorosberg: i wrote lewis a letter when i retired and toto never gave it to him

yourusername: you're telling me i had to hide my relationship for so long because you trusted that austrian big foot fraud to be your messenger pigeon ?

user40: did we just get insane brocedes lore on a random tuesday?

user41: you're telling me it was toto's fault the whole time?

lewishamilton: well yes it would've been helpful to have gotten the letter, you have to admit the sneeking around was hot

yourusername: you're right 🤭🤭🤭

lewishamilton: hiding in your bathroom while nico came over to bitch about me was a personal highlight

nicorosberg: excuse me?

lewishamilton: i know we're trying to be better, so here's a compliment: you're very creative when being mean about me

nicorosberg: why thank you 😝

yourusername: nuh uh we ain't doing this shit

lewishamilton: don't worry y/n you'll always be my favourite

nicorosberg: but you'll never have our trip to greece :P

yourusername: i will strangle you britney

user42: y/n got brocedes to talk again, but at what cost?

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lewishamilton: got y/n's hand in marriage in the will (after i murdered her brother's career)

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user43: y/n can't escape brocedes even on her engagement post

user44: she (and them) will never get rid of it

yourusername: i love you baby, here's to the rest of our life (even if that includes you arguing with my brother for the rest of time)

lewishamilton: i love you even more, i'd go through all of that psychological warfare again and again if it means i still end up with you

yourusername: we've always had an invisible string

lewishamilton: and there's no one else i'd want to be cosmically tied to <3

user45: i might cry they're so cute

user46: that comment thread called me single in about 100 different languages

charles_leclerc: congratulations you two! also congratulations to me - no more rosberg curse!

yourusername: really? on this POST?

charles_leclerc: hold on girlypop, it was mr hamilton-rosberg that brought up your brother first not me

lewishamilton: you better get all this attitude out now charles

charles_leclerc: what? you gonna marry my brother?

yourusername: lol i'm not threatened by them

arthurleclerc: why am i being shaded?

user47: 2025 HURRY THE FUCK UP

nicorosberg: i guess you're finally getting the rosberg name you've always wanted ...

lewishamilton: yes... i have always had a crush on your sister

nicorosberg: GASP! PERVERT 🫵🏻 i have known you since we were 12 you GROSS MAN

lewishamilton: WELL YES I WAS ALSO 12 I'VE NOT ALWAYS BEEN 36 MORON

yourusername: well doesn't this just get me excited for christmas

user48: i know a monopoly board hate to see these three coming

yourusername: @nicorosberg can i have an actual congratulations???

nicorosberg: i'm happy for you, i'm glad you're happy (also he's loaded so slay)

yourusername: i'll take it!

lewishamilton: sure whatever thanks nico !

fin.

note: lol finally finished this one! i have been very in and out on here, i have a lot going on x

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