#lewis hamilton

[maxivstappen]

can I request text au in which you hide that you’re sick because you didn’t want to bother him etc 🙊

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊

featuring ; max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo

🎙️:: thank you so much for requesting and for your patience ! haven’t done one of these in a while but it’s something to keep you guys entertained while i’m busying myself with the 1k event :)

CRACK & ANGST & FLUFF — TEXT MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

🎙️:: reblogs are heavily appreciated as always, thanks for reading !

taglist :: @norrisdriver <3

[ef-1]

Lando on Lewis and George withdrawing from media post race in Singapore for heatstroke symptoms

Lando: Toto Wolff issues health update on Hamilton and Russell? Fuckin hell! It's tough for everyone! Why do they think that they-

Fewtrell: What do you mean issues health update?

Lando: Everyone’s got heatstroke if they’ve got heatstroke.

[verstappensrealwife]

Accidentally confessing your feelings - F1 Text AU

— warnings: gets a little nsfw for a few but honestly nothing toooooo bad… I think 🤩

(Incl, LN4, FA14, CL16, LS18, MV33, FC43, LH44, CS55, and OP81)

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[slutforpringles]

lewishamilton: Daniel it’s been a honour to compete with you over the years. I’ll never forget the battles, the laughs, and drinking out of your shoe 🤢 It was gross, but glad I got to do it with you bud.

You leave a legacy of always being yourself, which in this sport is never easy. You’ve taken it all with the biggest smile and I salute you for it. There is so much more for you up ahead and I can’t wait to see what you do next. Always here for you, man.

[writingmeraki]

...oops? ( f1! texts )

❝ in which you accidentally message the wrong number talking shit ( read:thirst ) about them but turns out the number isn't who you think it was.

( or where the f1 drivers are the annoyances of your life and you unknowingly bitch about them to their faces. )

feat. charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell. warnings : cussing. tons of it.

CL16

CS55

LN04

OP81

MV01

GR63

LH44

a/n : my f1 writing ( technically smau) debut!?! pretty much with the new theme comes the entire change of posting format hehe also i now realise how random this is....like but it is sort of based on this dream i had lmfaooo except it was actually someone who i absolutely hate..also i cant have any beef with oscar and lewis idk I tried guys but they're both soo sweet looking its hard to get mad at them for a sane reason ( not that the rest is sane because 99% is just being mad at them for being hot BYE) I hope you liked this and pls let me know what you think!!!

i am opening reqs for f1 and taglist for this so let me know if you want to be added cause I do have a lot more planned !

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri. do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest.

writingmeraki Ⓒ 2024

feedback is always appreciated 💌 ! links : main navi ! | f1 masterlist ! | info !

[pickingupmymercedes]

Lucky you're hot - Lewis Hamilton

request: "hiiiii!!! your fluffs are so cute 😔🤍 i have a request if you dont mind writing it. maybe one where reader came home from work and then after an hour or so lewis just come barging in saying that reader has been home for a while but didnt even cuddle him once?😔😔😔😭" - anon

warnings: none, it's fluff through and through.

wordcount: +1k

a/n: Needy and cute Lewis and sassy Lewis come hand in hand for me, so yeah, hope you like it ❤️

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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Why did I agree to this meeting? It was a thought I’d had at least a dozen times today.

I kicked the front door shut behind me, tossing my bag onto the couch without even looking. My feet were halfway out of my heels as I practically flew down the hall toward the study.

I should’ve been curled up on the couch by now, probably in one of Lewis’ hoodies, something hot in my hand, and maybe, just maybe, thinking about ordering dinner.

But no, I was about to dive headfirst into yet another Zoom call.

The joys of modern life.

Ten minutes. Just survive ten minutes, and then you can call it a night.

I slid into the chair, popping open my laptop with a level of enthusiasm I definitely didn’t feel. Clicking into the meeting, I gave the screen a once-over.

Same old faces. I hit mute, leaned back, and settled into my usual routine—pretending to pay attention while my mind wandered elsewhere.

Perfect. Camera on, mic off, brain in neutral.

I was practically a Zoom ninja at this point. As long as I nodded occasionally and didn’t zone out too hard, no one would even notice I wasn’t listening.

The meeting droned on, voices blending into a background hum as I half-heartedly doodled on a notepad. Something about deliverables, reports, something-or-other that I wasn’t going to remember in an hour.

My eyes kept drifting toward the clock at the bottom of the screen, counting down the minutes until I could escape.

I barely registered the sound of the door creaking open behind me. My brain was too fried to even care. I assumed it was the wind.

Or maybe Lewis moving around the house. Whatever it was, it wasn’t important enough to break my focus—or lack thereof.

Then, I heard footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, and way too familiar.

Before I could fully process what was happening, a very large, very sweaty figure appeared in the doorway and my stomach dropped.

Not now. And not like that.

“Excuse me, love” Lewis announced, his voice filled with dramatic offense. “You've been home for an hour, and not one cuddle? I’m feeling deeply neglected.”

I froze, my fingers tightening around the pen in my hand. I shot him a wide-eyed look, silently screaming at him to go away. But he wasn’t even looking at me.

No, this man was strolling into the room as if I wasn’t in the middle of an important meeting. Or, you know, on camera.

Lewis, completely unbothered, strolled over, looking every bit the part of an Olympic athlete straight out of battle—glistening with sweat, muscles still tense from whatever torturous workout he’d just finished.

And for some reason, pouting.

“Lewis” I hissed under my breath, barely daring to move my lips. “I’m in a meeting.”

He just blinked at me like he didn’t understand the gravity of the situation and I saw the gears in his head turning.

But, without a care in the world, he walked over and bent down, leaning in close, lips puckered in the most exaggerated, dramatic fashion possible.

I raised my hand to stop him, but it was too late. His lips landed on mine with a loud, unmistakable smack.

The kind of kiss that would’ve been cute—if it weren’t for the fact that I was very much on camera, in a professional setting, with a dozen or so people watching.

“LEWIS,” I whisper-yelled, my eyes wide with horror as I frantically glanced at my screen.

Sure, my mic was muted, but my camera definitely wasn’t.

There, staring back at me, was a grid of stunned, amused faces, watching the world’s most casual Zoom crash unfold before their eyes.

Great, this was really happening.

I held up a hand to the screen, as if that would somehow undo what just occurred.

“Uh… sorry, everyone,” I said, my voice coming out more flustered than I intended. “Apparently, I’ve been home for an hour and, uh… neglected someone.”

Yeah, I was never living this down.

That’s when I noticed it—half the people on the call were starstruck. Eyes wide, jaws dropped, as if Lewis Hamilton walking into my study had somehow shattered the laws of the universe.

It got better and better.

Apparently, some of them hadn’t put two and two together that my Lewis Hamilton was the multiple world champion of F1, Lewis Hamilton.

Lewis, still completely oblivious to the chaos he’d caused, blinked at the screen and it took him a second—an agonizingly long second—before he finally seemed to register the fact that we had an audience.

“Oh,” he said, blinking again. “Uh… Hi, everyone.”

The laughter was immediate. My entire screen lit up with amused faces, and I could feel the heat rising in my neck.

I wanted to crawl under the desk and hide forever, but Lewis? He just stood there, completely unbothered, one arm casually draped over my shoulder like this was all part of the plan.

One of my colleagues cleared their throat, clearly trying - and failing - to hold back laughter.

“You know, Y/n,” one of them said, smirking, “if you ever need to end a meeting early, just invite Lewis.”

The rest of the group erupted in laughter again, and I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips.

Real funny, dude. Hilarious.

I noticed some of the newer faces on the call still looking at Lewis like they couldn’t believe their eyes. A few of them nudging each other in the chat, their messages popping up on the side of my screen.

“Wait… is that Lewis Hamilton?” one person wrote, followed by another typing, “How did I not know she’s dating him?!” and a string of heart-eye emojis.

Great. Just what I needed. Let’s add a little office gossip into the mix while we’re at it.

Lewis squeezed my shoulder, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the top of my head. As if I wasn’t already mortified enough, I thought.

I shot him a look, my eyes narrowing into a silent warning. Don’t push your luck, Hamilton.

But all he did was smirk back, leaning in closer, like he was about to kiss me again.

“I swear to God,” I muttered under my breath

“I missed you” he whispered back, the teasing lilt in his voice making it impossible for me to stay mad.

I glanced back at the screen, my colleagues still chuckling amongst themselves. Okay, that was definitely the universe telling me to call it a day.

Clearing my throat, I forced a smile and addressed the group. “Right,” I said, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. “I think we’ve covered everything, haven’t we?”

A few of them nodded a little too eagerly, clearly ready to wrap things up.

“Yeah,” someone chimed in, “we’ll, uh, let you get back to your important duties.”

The laughter returned, and I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes again.

With one final, hasty goodbye, I clicked out of the meeting and slammed my laptop shut with a little more force than necessary.

“You realize what you’ve done, right?” I said, turning to Lewis, who was now looking far too pleased with himself.

He grinned, that signature, disarming smile. “Fixed your day?” he said, pulling me into his arms with ease.

I let out a long, dramatic sigh but didn’t resist when he wrapped his arms around me. “Fixed it, huh?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Meeting’s over, and now I get my cuddles.”

This man… I swear.

I thought, though I couldn’t help but smile as I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You’re lucky you’re hot” I mumbled into his chest; my voice muffled by the fabric of his still sweaty shirt.

He chuckled, his hand gently stroking my back. “Lucky, huh?”

“Very” I whispered, closing my eyes and letting myself melt into the warmth of his embrace.

Because, truth be told, as much as Lewis drove me absolutely insane, he was still the one person I couldn’t imagine my life without.

And yeah, maybe I’d never live down the fact that he’d barged into my meeting demanding kisses, but honestly?

Right now, I didn’t really mind all that much.

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[rpftourney]

Best RPF Ship - Round 1 Match 20

Propaganda under cut

Brocedes Propaganda

it's unlikely childhood best friends to teammates to rivals to bitter enemies to ... whatever they are now (lewis avoids saying nico's name like it's an incantation to cause the end of the world; nico constantly praises lewis and has semi-recently gone on record as saying that in his heart, they're still best friends).

there is a wikipedia page dedicated specifically to their rivalry. they slept in the same hotel rooms as teenage teammates in go-karting. they knew each other better than anyone else did (as one f1 commentator put it, live on air speaking to nico himself, "everything bar lovers.") and their team principal has said there were things between them nobody else could ever understand.

(i started typing out more propaganda but really i was basically just putting in their entire life histories. anyway they live in the same building and don't talk but lewis sends christmas presents to nico's daughters. these men had their teenage codependent homoerotic friendship blow up on live sports tv and it's the most fascinating thing in the world.)

[letstalkaboutf1]

🔔 I am so tearing up 🥺

[sinnerism]

Lewis is genuinely hilarious, he’s like “oh I wasn’t able to criticise the strategy since I didn’t do the post race interviews, let me do it while I’m speaking on a stage during a team sponsor event”

[ihaveitprinteddout]

Norris : "Toto Wolff issues health update on Hamilton and Russell? fuc***g hell, it’s tough for everyone. why do they think that they’ve...everyone’s got heatstroke if they’ve got heatstroke.."

"Maybe they're unwell you dont know their situation bro" (big up this guy)

Norris : "No, they dont know mine"

source

[leclerking]

Cooking with Charles ☝🏼🤓

The hello gays 😭 Max camera man 😭 hostage Lewis 😭 lance crash 😭 ok gays 😭 i CANNOT 😭😭😭

Idk who's the editor but pls lmk ! Cuz I don't have tiktok I found it randomly on twt !

[dizzyduck44]

Listen I don’t doubt that Lewis and George felt rough after the race in Singapore. But before you crucify Lando for saying people didn’t know his situation can I just remind you

• Checo’s drinks bottle gave up during the race. Did press.

• Colapinto in only his 3rd F1 start, staggered out of his car. Did press.

• Lando complained of being dizzy during the podium interview. Was then sent up to the podium, on to the press conference and then media pen.

Some drivers will think “it can’t have been that bad”, “they were fine by the time we flew back”. Personally I think once Lando complained of dizziness the podium should have had to wait while he was checked.

The thing that is surprising is Lewis. If you think back to Qatar last year, extreme heat races seem to really affect the tall drivers, Alex, Lance, Esteban, George (no wonder Haas weren’t keen to run Ollie Bearman). No one is ever accusing Lewis of being tall.

I don’t think as a GDPA rep George would avoid the media obligations if he wasn’t ill, but Toto has maybe made this sound a little more dramatic than it was. I’ve always considered Lewis to be the fittest driver on the grid, so I suspect dehydration (which is exactly what I think was wrong with Lando). And we don’t know if Lando was then ill later in the evening from it.

Personally if we are going to race in those conditions the drivers need a few minutes to take on fluid, snacks and grab towels or ice vests to bring their temperature down before they are expected to do press. Because the bone of contention seems to be, the Mercedes drivers seemed fine after they were given time, whilst the rest of them were expected to suffer through it. Hell Daniel did his in his ice vest.

And that seems to be the point people are missing. Instead of getting all upset because you think Lando is criticising George and Lewis, have you stopped to think, hang on, were other people who went to the press pen ill after the race?

And don’t use Lewis’ Qatar comment back at him, because then you are just as bad as the ones going after Lando right now.

And anyone who is saying they had a month to recover, don’t stoop to their level of stupidity.

[alexturntable]

f1 Which driver would you choose to help you out of an escape room? 🔍 🗝️ Danny Ricc has zero faith in his counterparts 😂

[kdoxkeic]

@saintslewis @mauvecherie-writes @emjayewrites @444lec33 @henneseyhoe

Imagine being in the passenger’s seat 😭😭😫

Source: TikTok f1_lena

[wejustvibing]

😭🫶🏾.

[l8tof1]

lewis explains he fought the team hard to get to start on the medium tyre in singapore since it made zero sense to split the strategy when you start p3 and p4 but the team said no ??