#bono's hands lewis' back it's fine we are all fine

[lucyrose191]

Hey could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader where she's been feeling unwell but insists she's coming to the track and he's worried about her. Long short story, their son (Jack) with her and she felt like she's going to go faint and she tell Jack to find Toto for her and Toto's being her knight in shining armor,rescued her. Just fluff and comfort. Tag me later. Thanks! :))

TAKE IT EASY| T.WOLFF

Pairing; Toto Wolff x Wife!reader

Summary; Your stubbornness to admit you may be feeling unwell might just be your downfall one day but your husband will always be there to catch you, as will your son.

Warnings; none

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You could feel the worried gaze of your husband from where he was standing in the en-suite getting dressed, he had woken up before you this morning which was his first notification that something was wrong but once he saw your flushed cheeks and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead he knew you certainly weren’t well.

He had tried to convince you to go back to bed but you refused, you were here to support him and Jack was so excited to attend a race again and whilst Toto was more than capable of looking after him, it was just easier for you to take care of Jack and entertain him because Toto still had work to do, a toddler didn’t just want to sit in the garage and wait for their father to finish a bunch of things before having fun.

So you insisted that you were fine and were adamant on going to the track, ignoring the churning of your stomach, fogginess in your mind and how weak your body felt.

Toto wasn’t happy with your decision at all, your health was so much more important to him than any race that he had brought up not going himself but you had shot down that idea before he could even finish his sentence.

So he relented.

You were now on your way to the track, the car wasn’t doing anything good for your stomach, leaving you to lean your head against the window with your eyes closed as you took deep breaths through your nose.

What was meant to be the comforting touch of your husband rubbing his hand back and forth across your thigh wasn’t helping with the nausea you felt either because all you could think about was how similar the touch was to him rubbing his hand up and down your back as you threw up.

Jack was in the back babbling nonstop about how excited he was to see Lewis again and hopefully sit in the car and you loved your son so much but your head was so fuzzy that everything he was saying you were hearing three times and you couldn’t think straight.

"Mama?" His small voice called out and you could perfectly hear the undertone of excitement.

"Yeah, darling?" You slowly turned around in your seat so you could look at him, mustering up the biggest smile you could for him.

"Can we see Charles and Carlos, today?" He asked, face filled with hope.

"We can do whatever you want to do but remember they’ll be very busy preparing for the race so they might not have time to speak with you."

"Okay, and can we see Bono?" He asked.

"Yes," you smiled weakly.

"And Mick?"

"If you want to, yes."

"And Lando and Oscar too?"

"We’ll do whatever you want to do Jack."

"Well I want food before we see Lando," he said strong cause you to laugh.

"Yeah, we mustn’t forget about that," you agreed before turning back in your seat. Of all the days for your son to be riddled with energy, today was not really ideal but you suppose that’s what comes with being a parent.

You rested your head back against the window, looking out at the streets you passed, reaching out blindly your clasped your hand with Toto’s that hadn’t removed from its position on your leg, hoping his touch could help you feel even the slightest bit better.

Toto released a deep breath as he turned off the car and turned to look at you. You hadn’t even registered that you had arrived at the track, still staring out the window in a daze. "It’s not too late to turn around and go back to the hotel, we can go back to bed." He spoke up quietly, not wanting to startle her.

You shook your head and turned to him with a smile, "I’ll be fine, come on, jack’s getting antsy," you responded, hearing your son trying and failing to unfasten his seatbelt.

Your husband huffed in defeat and reluctantly got out the car, opening the door behind his to let Jack out, you heard him entertain his childish rambling and as soon as the door shut you took a second to take a deep breath before getting out yourself.

"Mummy’s not feeling today so it’s up to you to take care of her okay?" Toto whispered to his son, who was resting on his hip, so you couldn’t hear.

Jack frowned and looked to his father in concern for you. "She’s poorly?"

Toto nodded "She’s doesn’t feel well, are you going to keep an eye on her for me?" Jack nodded with a determined look on his face before wriggling for Toto to put him down.

"Mummy!" He ran around the car as soon as his feet his the ground so he could get to you.

"Yeah, baby?" You crouched down, surprised when he wrapped his arms around your neck in a hug.

"I don’t want to see Charles, Carlos or Lando today, can we just get food and stay in Papa’s office and watch the race from the garage?" He asked.

You looked at him in confusion at his sudden change, he was beyond excited earlier and whilst you were relieved at the change in what he wanted, you were surprised at how abruptly he didn’t want to go and see the other drivers anymore.

"Are you sure that’s what you want?" You asked, skeptical as he nodded confidently but you reluctantly agreed.

"Okay then," you grabbed his hand and Toto grabbed his other as the three of you made your way into the track, you ignored the worried eyes of your husband that kept flickering to you every few seconds, the pair of you ignored the fans and shouts of media reporters as you weren’t in the mood to feign happiness and Toto was just far too concerned about you.

You had hoped that as day went by you would start to feel better but if anything you felt worse, you had went to hospitality with Jack to get some food to take back to Toto’s office but the mixture of smells had sent you spiralling and you tried to get out of there as quick as possible.

You and Jack had been in Toto’s office for about an hour and you hadn’t seen your husband in about two.

Jack was being on his best behaviour though, you don’t know where his change in what he wanted to do today came from but he seemed content sitting on the floor with his snacks and watching the live recording of the track on your phone.

You had sat yourself down on Toto’s chair to try and relax a bit but your head was spinning so much and your vision was starting to blur.

"Jack?" You called out weakly, you had tried to sound as though everything was okay as to not worry him but it didn’t work that well.

"Mama?" Jack pulled himself up to his feet immediately, live broadcast long forgotten as he saw his mother even paler than you had been this morning and leaning against his father’s desk, a thin layer of perspiration on your skin.

"Can you go get Papa for me? Tell him I need him quickly." You told him, trying to smile at him but your body didn’t even have the energy for that.

Jack didn’t need to be told twice, he turned around and ran to find Toto, opening the door with so much force that it banged against the wall before closing half way again.

"Papa!"

The Mercedes team all looked away from what they were doing and turned towards the sound of Jack’s panicked voice followed by the sight of him running through the garage with a petrified look on his face, searching for his dad.

"Papa!" He pretty much screamed, fear overtaking his body knowing that something was really wrong with his mother right now and you were alone and he couldn’t find his father.

The Mercedes team were worried beyond belief as they took in just how scared Jack was and how desperate he sounded for Toto who wasn’t in the garage at the moment.

"Jack?" Lewis slowly approached the boy who was stood in the middle of the garage, looking all around him, tears welling up in his eyes when he couldn’t see his dad.

He looked at Lewis frantically. "Where’s Papa?" He demanded.

"I think he’s speaking to someone right now, are you okay?" Lewis crouched down in front of him.

Jack shook his head aggressively, "I need Papa, Mama needs him quickly!"

"Where’s your mama?" Lewis asked as worry filled him. "Show me where she is, maybe I can help her?"

But Jack shook his head "no, she needs Papa, she told me to get him quickly."

Lewis sighed but nodded, a bad feeling was settling have in his chest for you. "Okay, you stay right here and don’t move and I’m going to go and get your dad, okay?"

"You need to be quick!" Jack told him desperately.

"I’ll be as quick as I can." Lewis told him, giving a look to the team to keep an eye on him before turning and quite literally running out of the garage.

People stopped and watched in confusion as they saw Lewis Hamilton running through the pits, looking around frantically for someone.

It didn’t take him long to see Toto sticking out from the crowd, in the middle of an interview with Martin Brundle, he didn’t care that it was live and brutally interrupted the pair of them, grabbing Toto’s arm. "You need to come with me, now. It’s important."

Seeing the serious look in his driver’s eyes, a million scenarios swirled around in Toto’s mind. He didn’t even excuse himself from Martin knowing that Lewis wouldn’t just crash his interview for no reason.

What took him back more was the fact that his driver had started running back into the direction of their garage and Toto didn’t hesitate to follow.

He couldn’t imagine how this looked, Lewis running through the paddock frantically, crashing Toto’s live interview and the pair of them running back.

"What is wrong?" He huffed as they weaved in and out of the masses of people crowding in the pits.

Lewis kept his voice down as he explained, not wanting this to hit the internet from someone overhearing. "I have no idea, Jack was screaming in the middle of the garage, looking for you. He said Y/N needed you quickly so I tried to get him to tell me where she was but he wouldn’t, said she told him to get you as quick as he could, he looked terrified."

A deep sickening feeling settled into the pit of Toto’s stomach as he quickened his pace, he knew you weren’t well today and the multiple scenarios of what could possibly have happened scared him.

"Papa!" Jack yelled as soon as he saw his father enter the garage, running straight for Toto and diving into his legs. "Quickly! Mama said she needs you."

Toto picked Jack up and looked him in the eye. "You stay here with Lewis, okay? I’m going to go see Mama."

Jack nodded, suddenly a lot more calm now that his dad was here and didn’t complain when he was passed off to Lewis.

Toto quickly made his way to his office and as soon as he stood in the threshold of the doorway, his heart fell to his stomach as he lay his eyes upon you, unconscious on the floor by his desk.

He was by your side in a second, kneeling next to you as he rolled you onto your side and moved your hair from your face.

"Liebe?" He gently tapped the side of your face, trying to coerce you out of unconsciousness.

At no response, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, grimacing at the amount of heat he felt radiating from your body. Looking around his office, he saw a glass of ice water sitting on his desk, he grabbed the glass and dipped his hand inside before pressing it back against your forehead, hoping it would cool you down a bit.

"Schatz?" He tried to wake you again, this time successful as he heard a slight change in your breathing and saw your eyes moving beneath your lids.

"Y/N, you’re okay, take it easy." He continued speaking to try and coerce you more awake, smiling when he saw your eyes open.

You were confused to see your husband hovering above you, your mind was foggy and your body felt so heavy you couldn’t move your limbs.

Looking around, you found that you were lying on the floor causing your face to contort into confusion.

Turning back to Toto, you blinked up at him and upon seeing the questioning look on your face, he explained. "You fainted, and gave Jack quite the fright too."

Hearing Jack’s name, your body filled with worry and you tried to sit up but Toto’s hands on your shoulders encouraged you to lay back down. "He’s fine, he’s with Lewis."

"Need a drink," you told him causing him to look at the glass on the edge of his desk.

"I’ll get you a new one, I put my hand in that one to try and cool you down," he told you.

You shook your head, "it’s fine," you held out your hand for him to just give you the one on the desk, not really wanting him to leave at the minute.

Toto brought the glass to your lips, insisting on hosing it for you since your hands were shaky and he didn’t want you spilling it all over yourself. "Have you had anything to eat?"

You shook your head, the idea of food earlier had knocked you funny but you know you should probably eat something.

"I’ll get someone from hospitality to make you some toast," he told you, not really giving you the opportunity to refuse, not that you would have anyways. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah, thank you." you replied, sitting yourself up to lean against his desk. It was as though passing out was what your body needed to recover because the fuzziness in your head had faded away, the hot flush all over your body was gone and your stomach was no longer churning anymore, it just felt empty.

"We should’ve stayed at the hotel," Toto repeated for what felt like the hundredth time today and you couldn’t even argue with him this time. "I know," you responded.

"Do you want to stay in here and rest while the race is happening? I can keep Jack with me."

You shook your head, "No, I want to watch it out there; I’ll be fine."

Toto sighed but nodded.

"Mama!" Jack ran away from Lewis and towards you as soon as he saw you and Toto leave his office, you smiled widely and crouched down for him to run into your arms despite Toto’s protests, knowing you still felt a bit weak.

"Hi, baby," you wrapped your arms around him tightly and rubbed a hand up and down his back.

"I got Papa just like you said," he spoke into your shoulder.

"I know, you did such a good job," you told him proudly.

Toto insisted that you stay near him whilst the race was happening, not willing for you to leave his sight incase anything else happened so you curled up on a chair beside him with Jack on your lap, the boy also not wanting to be far from you, with Toto’s large coat draped over the pair of you.

A plate of toast and a glass of water had been set in front of you next to the monitors and there was no way you could stomach all four slices so you and Jack split it.

The media had their speculations as to why Toto and Lewis had been rushing through the paddock but once they saw you snuggled up on the chair beside Toto, still very pale, they could guess what happened but they thought it was adorable seeing how the man would constantly glance away from the monitor to you and Jack to ensure you were okay, his hand stroking your hair away from your face every few minutes.

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[vinvantae]

Baby Steps

Part 24/26

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Warnings - gets a lil spicy towards the end but nothing to nsfw.

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Milo slept soundly against your shoulder as you walked through the airport, you would have woken him but he hadn’t gotten a very good night’s sleep knowing he had to leave Carlos the next day. Thankfully, almost as soon as you walked out of baggage claim, Daniel spotted you and jogged over to take the weight of some of your luggage - pressing a kiss to the top of the sleeping toddler’s head.

“Hi.” He whispered. “Missed you.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Missed you too, baby. Stuck with me again now.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, love.” He hummed softly.

Although Dan had taken your heaviest bags, the weight of the Ferrari contract in your carry-on bag plagued your mind. You took a glance at Daniel, how were you supposed to tell him? When were you supposed to tell him?

“How was Maranello?” Driver brought your attention back into the moment as you carefully strapped Milo into his car seat.

“Really beautiful. Far too many tifosi there though, swarmed Carlos like vultures.” You grumbled. “I’m just glad to be back home with you.”

“That’s sweet. I’m so glad you’re back too… I was a little embarrassingly lonely without you.” The driver admitted. “I text like all of the other drivers asking for company.”

“Anyone free?”

“George.”

“Oh that’s nice, you should spend more time with him.” You hummed softly. “He’s a good friend to you.”

“Busy boys aren’t we?” He chuckled softly as he began the drive back to your home. “Ready to get back to work?”

“You know it.”

You knew it was impossible, but it just felt like everyone at the MTC was aware of your offer. Almost as soon as you stepped into the building, a hot drink was in your hand and everyone was happy to help ease your workload. Something was definitely off, even when your relationship with your colleagues was at its prime, it was never this good. It was almost like they were buttering you up for some bad news.

Instead, you decided to take matters into your own hands and corner Andreas after a strategy meeting, the team principal almost cowering at your presence as you approached.

“What is going on? Why are you all treading on egg shells around me?” You said, folding your arms across your chest. “I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He sighed softly. “We might have to take you off of the pitwall. You’ll still be race engineer but-“

“But what?” You scowled. “The pitwall is the best place for me.”

“Bono sits in the garage and Lewis does fine.”

Your jaw tightened. “Give me a valid reason why, Andreas. I don’t understand what possible reason you could have for this bullshit.”

“It’s a media issue.���

“That’s not a valid reason.”

He groaned softly and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “It’s not my call, but the press are still focusing more on your relationship than our race results and Zak isn’t happy.”

Andreas watched you intently and it was almost as if he could see the lightbulb above your head, something almost mischievous glistening in your eyes. The corner of your mouth tugged into a smirk and you leant back against the conference table a little.

“Only if I get to be back with Daniel.” You said, not daring to break eye contact with him.

“Y/n-“

“No, Andreas. I’m not compromising on this.”

The team principal chewed a little at the corner of his thumb, looking away from you. He mumbled something about making a phone call before dipping out of the room - leaving you alone with your thoughts. Thankfully not for long, the driver in question came into room with some lunch for you, a gentle smile on his face.

“Hi, love.” He smiled. “How you doing?”

“…undecided.” You hummed softly, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He raised a brow. “Talk to me.”

“So, you know how everyone’s being like extra nice to me today?”

He nodded.

“Well, Zak wants to take me off of the pitwall because apparently our relationship is still somehow too distracting.” You explained, pausing to hold your hand up as he opened his mouth to protest. “But, I’ve said the only way I would agree is if they let me work with you again.”

“…you’re a menace.” The driver chuckled, wrapping his arms around your medal. “And I love it.”

“I love being on the pitwall, it just makes the most sense for me but if I can’t then I want to be back with you at least, y’know? If not then… I’m not sure what’s really left for me here.”

Dan’s smile faded and his brows furrowed. “You don’t really think that, do you?”

You lowered your head and shrugged - you didn’t want to admit it out loud but McLaren just didn’t feel the same anymore. Sure, you’d fallen in love again, something you didn’t think would be possible, but everything else didn’t fit. You felt isolated from the rest of the team for the first time since Ben died and it broke your heart but you weren’t sure what to do, what to say because you couldn’t put your finger on why it wasn’t the same.

The driver tilted your chin up with the crook of his finger, his honey coloured eyes running over your face. “Baby, I had no idea you felt like this.”

“…I don’t like how they’re treating either of us. Even before we got together they’ve not been good to you.” Your voice cracked a little. “Lando always gets put ahead of you and you deserve to be treated with more respect than that.”

“I’ve not been on the podium this season, he has.”

“And they’ve continuously prioritised him before, during and after the race. No matter how hard I fight in strategy meetings they seem to think that having one driver at the front is better than having both up there.” You sighed softly, bringing your hand up to cup his jaw - brushing your thumb across the stubble on his skin. “You deserve to be treated like the fucking winner you are.”

“Baby.” He chuckled softly. “I love that you’re in my corner, it means so much to me.”

Here’s you’re opening. Use it. Tell him. Tell him about the contract.

But you didn’t, you simply smiled and kissed him softly. “Always.”

After several long, painful meetings, you found yourself sat in the garage at Spa but, thankfully, with the number 3 emblazoned on your kit and Milo sat on your lap. The rain was lashing down on the track - it was crazy to you that they were even considering racing in these conditions. Even the wets had slipped and slid around, Lando himself having a huge spin.

It made you feel sick. It wasn’t far different to the conditions that Ben had died in. You felt instantly more at ease when a pair of warm hands settled on your hips.

“You’re shaking, baby.” He whispered.

“…I’m so angry.” You groaned. “You shouldn’t be going out in these conditions. It’s dangerous and I-I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt or worse, I-“

“Hey hey.” The driver turned you in your chair so you were looking up at him. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be careful, I swear.”

Milo whined softly and made grabby hands for the driver. “Very rainy.”

“It is, bud!” He laughed softly, “maybe after the race we can go jump in some puddles!”

You forced a smile but Daniel could practically see the nerves radiating off of you, he didn’t want to admit it but he was nervous too - especially after Lando’s spin. He wanted to make sure you were confident that he was going to be okay.

He did want to race, he’d qualified 4th, but when the stewards told them all to head out to track for a safety-car lap, he could see the colour drain from your face. “It’s under the safety car, I’ll drive as slow as I can, okay?”

“Make sure you talk to me, lots. Please.” You pleaded softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Thankfully, the race was red flagged almost as soon as it started - pretty much every driver complaining of the conditions and the spray making it impossible to see. You couldn’t have felt more relieved seeing Daniel get back out of the car.

“Good race.” You teased softly, smiling as the driver leant in to press a chaste kiss to your lips and then another to the top of Milo’s head. “The FIA don’t know what they’re going to do just yet so… just hanging around for a while.”

“Careful, y/n, this one has a tendency to put people in choke holds when he’s bored.” Michael laughed, shoving his friends shoulder. “How are you doing?”

“Glad he’s out of the car.” You admitted. “Do you two wanna get a bit of training done? Keep him warmed up?”

Michael’s lips curved up into a cheeky smirk. “I was thinking you could do that.”

“But I’m not…” then it clicked. “Michael. You can’t be serious.”

“I could watch the lil man, you could y’know…”

Dan snorted. “Are you really trying to get me laid right now? I know you’ve always been my wing man but this is a whole new level.”

“I wanna hang out with Mikey!” Milo giggled, not having a clue what was going on but Michael always gave him chocolate so he was more than eager to go with the other Australian.

“See?” Michael chuckled, lifting up the toddler. “You two kids have fun, okay? If they want Daniel back I’ll come find you.”

Before you could protest, Michael had practically jogged away with your son - leaving you and Daniel to exchange a look. The driver raised a playful brow before leaning down to whisper. “I’ll meet you in my drivers room in 10 minutes.”

As you snuck out of the garage you crossed paths with Binnoto, the team principal giving you a friendly nod - you didn’t want the Ferrari contract at the forefront of your brain so as soon as Daniel joined you in his room, you kissed him hard - the driver stumbling back against the door a little.

His warm hands found their way under your polo, pushing the fabric over your head before his lips were straight back on yours. He guided you back towards the sofa, trying not to step on each others feet as neither of you wanted to break the kiss.

You felt breathless as he roamed your body, you just couldn’t feel fully in the room with him. As good as it felt the twang of guilt that you’d not told him about your offer was still plaguing you. You wanted, needed, more from the driver to get your attention fully on him.

It was almost as if he got the hint because before you could even plead for anything, his head found purchase between your legs.

And if he ended up nearly missing the restart of the race? Definitely worth it.

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[milflewis]

ok this is a little under 3k words of lewis and valtteri at pre season testing throughout the years. starting with 2017 and ending in 2023. @lewishamil10n naila you asked for happy and soft so i hope you like it. i love you and you deserve the happiest of birthdays

2017

Sebastian grins at him, blond and bold and all decked out in red, and jerks his head, eyebrows raised. He looks five seconds away from making a come hither gesture with his fingers. Valtteri takes the silent invitation for all that he’d have rather stayed away.

Lewis’s cap is backwards and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, wrists bare. He moves easily with Sebastian’s elbow jostle, barely raising his eyebrows at the other man in his space. Kimi is on the other side of him, leaning back against the railing, eyes closed. Valtteri isn’t exactly sure if he is awake or not. 

“Hi,” he says when he’s reached them, squeezing past Perez. Lewis looks away from Sebastian and smiles, tight and polite and camera perfect. He looks nothing at all like the guy that celebrated that podium with Valtteri when he was back in Williams. Valtteri wonders what it’ll take for Lewis to look at him like that again.

“Hey,” Lewis says and when he reaches out a fist, Valtteri taps it with his. Sebastian watches them, still grinning. For the first time since Valtteri signed that contract naming him the other Mercedes driver, he is starting to feel like he doesn’t fully understand what he is getting into.

“So,” Sebastian says, dragging out the o, obnoxious and vaguely endearing. “Your car looks nice – I thought I should try to see it now.”

Lewis rolls his eyes, visibly thawing. “Why? You’ll be seeing the back of it all season.”

Kimi huffs a laugh beside them and Valtteri watches as Lewis’s smile grows smug, Sebastian laughing, reaching out to push at his shoulder. 

“Ah, but see, this is where you are wrong.” Lewis cuts a glance at Valtteri, dramatically incredulous, and Valtteri grins, fingers tingling at the tips. Sebastian ignores them, continuing, “All is too many. We expect to only lap you, maybe, half of the races?”

Lewis laughs then, his whole body shaking, hand pressed into his stomach. Valtteri joins in a split second later and they are set off again when Kimi opens his eyes and rolls them at the three of them.

2018

“So.” 

Valtteri looks away from the Ferrari before him and up at the giant yawn of blue sky. He counts to ten. When he looks to his side again, Daniel is still standing there. He raises his eyebrows.

Daniel grins, shuffling closer, curls messy and long. He ruffles them even further, tanned biceps flexing in his short sleeves. “Good break?”

Valtteri shrugs, hands going to his pockets. “Fine.”

Daniel’s smile widens. “So was mine!” 

Valtteri nods. Daniel is close enough now that all Valtteri can smell is his expensive cologne that is unfortunately both more familiar and more comforting than Valtteri would like.

Daniel falters then when the silence stretches on and Valtteri tries not to smile. It’s easier when Daniel, strangely at a loss for something to say, goes with, “And, uh, how is Lewis? Treating you well?”

Valtteri narrows his eyes at him. He had thought Lewis and Daniel were friends. “Of course. It’s Lewis.” 

It comes out snappish and defensive and too quick and Valtteri knows better. His cheeks heat at Daniel’s stare and slow smile. 

“Yeah,” he says, delighted, like he’s discovered something he didn’t even know to look for. “He is Lewis. I know just how you mean.”

2019

“Here.” 

Lewis turns, grinning when he sees who it is. Valtteri tries not to read too much into it. He takes the bottle Valtteri is holding out. “Thanks, man.”

Valtteri shrugs, sipping at his. He had noticed it left by Lewis’s things in the garage as he was leaving. Bono had looked up when he saw Valtteri grabbing it, rolling his eyes in a what is he like? It is strange, Valtteri is noticing more and more, how he is becoming included in Lewis’s group of people. “It’s no problem.”

Lewis hums, shifting so his shoulder presses up against Valtteri’s, a long line of heat and muscle. He has bulked up since Valtteri has last seen him. “What do you think?” Lewis asks, nodding at the cars before them, chewing on his straw. 

Valtteri blinks at his mouth, wet and pink, and then looks at the cars, head buzzing with static. “The Ferrari looks illegal.” It’s the first thing that comes to mind and he’s just glad there are no microphones nearby.

Lewis chokes on a laugh, head tilting back, god is love stretching long and thin. “It always does. I think it’s the red, you know? To distract you from looking closer.”

Valtteri smiles, shaking his head.

“What do you think then?” Valtteri asks and the space between Lewis’s eyebrows furrows, focused and deliberating. Valtteri is faintly surprised by the flash of fondness noticing it brings. 

“I think we will run rings around all of them.” Lewis grins and it doesn’t even sound like a lie, all Lewis Hamilton surety and solid. Valtteri’s life would probably be easier if he hated him but he’s fairly sure it wouldn’t be nearly as fun.

2020

Valtteri can see the moment when Lewis spots him, face lighting up. Valtteri smiles, raising a hand, waving. He’s over at the Williams car by the time Lewis catches up with him, leaving a glowering Pierre Gasly behind him. Valtteri resists sticking his tongue out at him. 

“What’s up, VB?”

Valtteri watches Lewis peer into the car, mouth pursing. He squints at Valtteri when he straightens up, waiting for a response.

“VB?” is all Valtteri says.

Lewis falters, blinking. Valtteri can literally see him replaying his previous words over in his head before his face does something complicated. “Uh, sorry,” he winces, closing one eye, and smiles. “You don’t like?”

Valtteri chews at the inside of his cheek. “No,” he replies eventually. “No, I like.”

Lewis grins, nose stud glinting in the sun. “So do I.”

2021

“Would you –”

Lewis fiddles with his sunglasses that are hooked on his collar, shirt pulling down. The hollow of his throat is damp with sweat. One of his hands comes up to touch his face and hits his mask, fluttering back down. Valtteri steps closer, ignoring the bubble rule. Its not like they’re not going to break it at some point this year anyway. 

“Would you, uh, you know,” he gestures at himself, more nervous than Valtteri has ever seen him. His hand waves between them and he stops talking.

“Lewis.” Valtteri catches his eyes and smiles, watching, detached and in a strange kind of awe, Lewis smile almost helplessly back, eyes crinkling above the cloth. “Would I what?”

Lewis half winces, smile turning sheepish. He glances over Valtteri’s, running an hand over his hair. Sebastian looks over at them, standing off to the side by his green Aston Martin, Mick chatting at his elbow, and must see something on Lewis’s face that he recognises because his eyes go very wide and then he grins, ducking his head away as he laughs. Lewis breathes in deep, shoulders rising. 

“Are you doing anything for the winter break?”

Valtteri blinks at him. He didn’t know what he was expecting Lewis to say but this was not it. “The winter break?”

Lewis shrugs, awkward and clumsy in a way that Valtteri hadn’t seen on him before. “Yeah. I know it’s a while away and anything can happen between now and then, but, like, potentially, maybe, are you free sometime?”

Valtteri presses his lips together, stomach swopping low and hot. “Yes. I think I could be free sometime.” He is grateful for the mask over most of his face. Judging from the growing volume of Sebastian’s laughter, what little of his face that can be seen is bad enough.

The lines around Lewis’s eyes crease further, framing his face. “Cool. That’s – cool. We should do something then. If you want.”

If he wants. Sometimes, Valtteri thinks, all he does is want.

“I do,” Valtteri says and Lewis’s shoulders lower, exhaling. Fuck it. “It’s a date.”

Lewis laughs, that delighted surprised look on his face that he gets sometimes around Valtteri, which never fails to make him feel like he’s winning at something he didn’t realise was even a competition. He hasn’t seen it in a while. 

“Yeah.” Lewis’s voice is low, a secret just between them despite all the cameras. “It is.”

2022

“Hello.”

Lewis’s hair is pulled back, blond running through it, and what part of his face isn’t covered by his mask is hidden by his sunglasses. Something in his shoulder relaxes when he turns in Valtteri’s direction. “Hey, man.”

He smiles then, skin around the edges of his glasses shifting. He sounds tired.

“How are you doing?”

Lewis shrugs, one hand going up to fiddle with his ear, pulling at his earring. A camera goes off behind them, the shutter click loud, and Valtteri shifts on his feet so they capture more of his back and less of Lewis, holding out a fist.

“I’m good, yeah.” Lewis taps his knuckles against his, skin warm. No new tattoos. Lewis’s fingers are tight around the lip of his helmet. “You?”

They have not talked much over the break. Valtteri had wanted to give him space. He had wanted not to push. He had wanted not to be yet another thing that Lewis had to deal with on top of everything.

(And for all that he is happy to leave Mercedes and go to Alfa Romeo and the sheer bone deep relief of a multi-year contract, it had been easier to step away without the constant reminder that he is no longer Lewis’s, and Lewis is no longer his.)

“I’m okay. Busy”

Lewis’s mask twitches. Valtteri is kind of starting to hate them. “Yeah, always is this time of year.”

“Yeah.”

It’s been a long time since Valtteri hasn’t been able to talk to Lewis. He isn’t sure how to ask Lewis if he’s feeling the same without making it a problem. It’s been months and he still isn’t sure if he can ask about last year’s testing and Lewis’s not-quite-question and Valtteri’s not-quite-answer.

Lewis slips his hands into his pockets, rocking forward on his toes and back on his heels. “We still on for Monday?”

Valtteri smiles, something in his chest loosening. He tilts his head, blinking against the sun. “Still good,” he says and Lewis’s mask moves again but this time Valtteri knows he’s smiling.

“Roscoe misses you, you know,” Lewis says, taking off his mask, grinning. The gap between his teeth knocks the breath out of him. Valtteri laughs.

“Yeah? Well, tell Roscoe I miss him too.” His voice comes out softer than he meant it too. Too quiet for the wide open space they’re in. Valtteri can hear Sebastian laughing at something behind them. Lewis doesn’t seem to mind, smile growing bigger. Valtteri wonders if he’ll ever be able to tell him or if he’ll have to stick to speaking through a dog that probably lives better than he does.

Lewis exhales, stepping in, and their elbows brush. “He knows.”

2023

The afternoon sun catches the metal on either side of Lewis’s nose as he scrunches up his face, laughing. His hair is pulled back, no longer blond. Valtteri absently misses it. He’s wearing sunglasses, giant and dark and fuck off, but Valtteri has spent years learning how to read Lewis when he’s in a completely different car, hidden away behind a helmet, a pair of sunglasses doesn’t stop him.

They talked more over this break than they did over the last which was to be expected. 2021 was. It was. Last year wasn’t much better but it was something. Whatever Lewis did over the holidays, it worked. His face is looser now, shoulders broader. He looks good.

“What?”

There’s a freckle on the side of Lewis’s mouth, tiny, nearly unnoticeable. Valtteri leans back against the railing. He’s too close if he can see it and there’s cameras around. Lewis’s eyebrows are raised.

“What’s with the face?” He gestures vaguely with one hand.

Valtteri opens his mouth to say nothing, to say Lewis should get his eyes checked, old man, to say any number of things. He closes it.

Fernando is chatting to someone who Valtteri doesn’t recognise a few metres down. The green looks strange on him. Valtteri can’t bring himself to like it. He can’t bring himself to do many things he doesn’t feel like doing these days.

“I think,” he starts, looking back at Lewis. There are new tattoos on his hands. Valtteri is struck, suddenly and awfully, with the want to trace them with his mouth. He is used to wanting with more strength than his body allows. He is a racer after all. And a second driver at that. “I think I might be in love with you.”

He does not mean to say it. Doesn’t mean to say it at all — not here especially, at testing, surrounded by cameras and people and the tense hopeful dread of the new season. Lewis’s chin tilts up slightly, and Valtteri knows he’s doing the thing where he’s blinking slowly to give himself time to react.

Fernando is now being interviewed. If Valtteri went up to him and asked what it’s like driving Sebastian’s leftovers and how is Mark Webber he thinks that Fernando might actually kill him on the spot. Then Lewis would never have to let him down slowly.

Lewis is smiling though, impossibly and brilliantly smiling. He keeps pressing his lips together as if he’s trying to stop it, biting his cheek.

“You do?”

Valtteri exhales, diaphragm deflating, spine coming undone. It is very warm here. Maybe he could blame heatstroke. “Yeah. I do.” He tries not to wince. He’s not sure he succeeds. Someday he should learn how to lie to Lewis, how to say no to him off the track.

Lewis hums, mouth pursing. He’s fooling no one, eyes smiling wide. Fernando has seen them now, all eyebrows and frown and teeth. It’s been a long time since Valtteri has seen him that annoyed.

“It’s a pity,” Lewis starts and he sounds like he’s about to tell a joke but isn’t quite sure how it’ll land, nervously delighted with himself. “I would’ve hoped that the guy I love would sound a little happier when he’s professing his, apparently requited, love to me.”

Valtteri starts rolling his eyes in anticipation of the laughter before —

before.

“What.”

Lewis is grinning fully now, obnoxious and big and not half smug. “What what,” he says like he doesn’t know exactly what Valtteri means.

“You,” Valtteri stops, hand coming up to dig his knuckles into the bridge of his nose. “You, and, and me? You — really? Are, are you sure?”

Lewis’s smile folds into something quieter and smaller but no less devastating. “Am I sure?” He takes off his sunglasses, hooking them on his collar, hands curling around the railing. Valtteri wants him to reach out. There are cameras everywhere. He couldn’t have picked a worse moment.

“Of course, I’m sure.” He’s got the same steadiness to him now, the same bone deep surety, that Valtteri has watched for years, that he has seen the team follow time after time. He used to want it before he found out that he isn’t built like that and wanted it even after he realised that he could never have it. I’ve got you, Lewis had told him, two years ago. If you want, I got you.

Valtteri hadn’t wanted it. Not what Lewis was offering. And Lewis had known that. Had only offered so Valtteri knew the offer was there but this. This Valtteri wants more than anything.

“Okay,” he says and his voice does not sound like his own. “Okay, cool.”

Lewis laughs, giddy, and Valtteri smiles back. “Just okay?”

Valtteri shrugs, stretching out his arm on the railing. Their fingers don’t touch but they could. “I don’t know. Maybe we’re not compatible yet.” He stares at Lewis’s mouth for a few seconds too long before watching his eyes go a little wide. “Will have to make a decision then.”

“Hmm. Sounds smart. Couldn’t have you making a wrong decision.”

“No,” Valtteri murmurs. The laugh lines around Lewis’s mouth deepen and Valtteri wants. “Couldn’t have that.”

#when my brain will let me actually write ill fix this up and make it like 3k longer and post it on ao3 #but for now here u go. mwah #valewis #f1 rpf #naila tag #little fics

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32 and 54 please! Chewis!! 🩵 (you are incredible!)

Hi dearie, thank youuuu! So 32 is Pregnancy fic, and 54 is secret relationship... I decided to write something absolutely self-indulging, and went with ALL the clichés XDD

Hope you'll like it, enjoy~

With how often Lewis touches his own belly, he's scared people might end up noticing, but he can't help himself.

He started to show, and it made him feel warm every time he looked at himself. Charles is probably worse than him, anyway. He can't keep his hands off Lewis' small bump every time they're together.

Lewis is so glad the season is coming to an end. He's getting tired, and starts to have back pain - although that could be because of the car. He's taking a year off. The pregnancy was not planned, but a welcome surprise. They both cried when they found out, and Charles still gets emotional about it sometimes.

The news of his retirement - he doesn't know if it will be a temporary one yet - should come out Monday morning, after they both leave Abu Dhabi. The country is not very nice to male carriers.

After long talks, Lewis decided to announce his pregnancy and come out. His relationship with Charles, however, will stay a secret for now. Ferrari was not very enthusiastic at the thought of him coming out.

Lewis knows that Charles feels bad about it, but himself doesn't mind. He hasn't been out for his entire career, he doesn't want to force his partner to come out.

Of course, things don't go as smoothly as planned. During qualifying, Max crashes him out.

Lewis grunts in pain as his car hits the wall, Max spinning off a little further away. Panic hits immediately, and he checks his stomach, frantic. He's fine, he's not hurting, and there is no blood - only then can he breathe again.

He also realises at that point that his left wrist hurts more than it should.

"Lewis!" someone calls, and it should be Bono but it's not, it's the voice of his boyfriend.

Lewis turns his head and realises that yes, Charles is here, running toward him. He wasn't in the crash, why is he…

"Lewis, oh my god, are you okay?" he asks again, close.

"Charles, I'm fine," he replies quickly. "We're fine, everything is fine. Fuck, I'm sorry, you must've been so worried…"

"Don't apologise, it's not your fault!" Charles shakes his head. "I'm so relieved that you're okay… I thought my heart was about to stop when I saw the crash. Let's get you out."

He helps Lewis unstrap and pulls him out of the car gently. Lewis doesn't miss the arm wrapped around his waist and his hand conveniently on his lower stomach.

Max comes to them, then, a confused expression on his face. "You're a medic, now, Leclerc?" he taunts. "What the fuck was that, Hamilton?"

"I'm sorry what?" Charles says dryly before Lewis can speak. He lets go of Lewis, stomping toward Max. "That was all your fault!"

"It was not! Why are you defending him? He's fucking fine, what's wrong with you?" Max scoffs.

"What wrong with-" Charles starts, cuts himself with a laugh of disbelief, then screams. "What's wrong with me is that you crashed into my pregnant boyfriend! You could've killed my child you fucking bastard!"

Before Lewis can stop him, Charles punches Max square in the face, making him stumble backward. Ouch, Max shouldn't have taken off his helmet - actually, scratch that, he's pretty sure Charles would've gone for a kick in the balls otherwise.

"Charlie, enough!" Lewis calls, Charles freezing. "I'm fine, and the baby is fine. I'm gonna get checked at the medical wing, just to be sure, okay? Just continue the quali, I'll be fine."

"No way, I'm coming with you," Charles refuses right away. I'm taking engine penalty anyway, who fucking cares."

"Charles…"

"I'm not leaving you right now. We are in trouble, I bet, with all the cameras around… I don't think either of us should stay alone."

"I have to admit, our plan to keep our relationship under wrap is pretty much busted now…"

"I don't know if I really regret it…" Charles hesitates. Lewis takes his hand, gently. The moment was broken with Max angrily grabbing Charles by the shoulder.

"What the fuck mate, what kind of joke is that?" he spits out, angry. The marshalls arrive to separate them before it can get out of hand again - thankfully. Charles insists on following Lewis in the medical car and doesn't let go of him until they have to get out. His own hand doesn't leave his stomach for a second.

They do an echography first, to confirm everything is okay, and the adrenaline from the crash finally comes down. Lewis is crying from relief before he realises what's happening.

"Hey, don't cry," Charles tells him gently. "It's all okay, now…"

"I know, I know… I think my wrist is sprained, so I'm not gonna race tomorrow."

"You what???" Charles screams out. "Lewis, why didn't you say so?"

"Sorry, I kinda… Forgot."

Twenty minutes later, Lewis' wrist is in a sling, and they are ready to leave. The front of the medical wing is swarming with journalists waiting for them, however, same as the back entry.

It looks like they don't really have the choice but to confront them. At least, their teams had sent them two bodyguards, which will hopefully be enough.

"I'm sorry for this," he tells Charles.

"Not your fault, Lew," he shrugs. "I'm the one who rushed to your car. It might be easier, not having to hide."

"I hope it will be," Lewis sighs.

"You're ready?"

"I am," he says, taking Charles' hand. "Let's do this."

Charles pushes the door open, and Lewis' hand flies to his stomach out of habit. They would be fine, the three of them.

#chewis #f1 rpf #mpreg #my fic #prompt game #this is so cliché i'm not even sorry #thanks for the ask!

[safetycar-restart]

free use mickcedes? god. love it. yeah lewis, george and toto. BUT BONO?! mick on top of bono, or under him. either way, he's rolling his eyes and cumming like there's no tomorrow while bono presses his weight against mick's body and holds him in his big, strong arms

(i came back from a night out and havent fall asleep 💋)

-🌻

Oh god this amazing!! I got so may asks about this idea almost immediately which I love so much cause you all clearly love poly!Mercedes. This is so good. We as a society need to appreciate Bono more.

When Mick officially becomes free use, bono is one of the first to approach you about it. He does he even consider approaching Mick first.

Even though you told the team that as long as Mick consents, then you’re fine with it. But Bono MUST first get proper permission from Mick’s Dom. He knows Mick belongs primarily to you and Toto, and he’s not about to put a step wrong with either of you.

You appreciate him asking, and you give him some insider info about about Mick enjoys.

And holy fuck Mick loves him.

Bono fucks him for the first time on a Wednesday night before a race weekend starts, and Mick is obsessed. He treats Mick so well, but he also fucks Mick hard. He always makes Mick cum multiple times, crying and whining and just being reduced a complete mess.

Mick is an unashamed cockwhore for Bono. Sometimes he’ll be in bed with you and Toto, and you’ll be reading him about how much the team loves him and loves fucking him, and inevitably he’ll end up blushing and mumbling how much he loves Bono.

Of course when you hear this, you simply have to watch Mick being fucked by Bono. You ask it Toto wants to watch too, but Toto declines. He’s happy to have Mick being free use for the team, but he doesn’t want to see him being fucked by another other than you.

However you… you absolutely want to see Mick being RAILED by Bono.

And maybe Toto joins for aftercare?

Just a very fucked out Mick smiling and making grabby hands for Toto the moment he arrives.

He’s the Mercedes free use sub but he’s an absolute WHORE for Toto cuddles.

#poly!mercedes #d/s au #poly!mick/toto #sub!Mick #ms #gn!reader #nsfw. #🌻

[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 139/310

2014 German GP

It's the mid season of 2014. Unfortunately, I don't have any pre or post race content this time.

Wikipedia tells me Lewis had a brake failure in Q1 and lost control of his car. He starts 20th on the grid and he said he was "OK but sore".

Meanwhile, Nico got married, got a contract extension and got the pole, at his home gp. Extremely annoying if you ask me. He shares the front row with no else than Valtteri, ahead of Massa and Magnussen, both Redbulls with Daniel out qualifying Seb again, Alonso and Kvyat, and Hulkenberg and Perez for the top 10.

Formation lap. 

And they're racing! 

OH IT'S A FIRST CORNER CRASH HOLY SHIT. Massa and Magnussen I believe? Took each other out. That's a heavy crash, one of them did a full barrel roll. I think i saw a Redbull get impacted as well? Safety car out. Yep. The top 10 now goes Rosberg, Bottas, Vettel, Alonso, Hulkenberg, Kvyat, Button, Perez, Raikkonen and Sutil. Lewis up in 17 but well, two cars at least have DNF so that checks out. Massa is getting out fine. Wait actually Magnussen is still on track, down in 20th. On the restart we see one car missed the start and left several seconds after the others at the back, that's odd. Daniel didn't get hit but had to go very wide and lost many many places. The safety car is already coming back in. 

Here we go. Lewis overtakes Chilton. Daniel is 13th. Lewis overtakes Maldonado for P15. Jenson is attacking Hulkenberg for P5. Lewis up in P14. Lewis up in P13. He's closing on Daniel now, but Daniel is also fighting Sutil for P11, and he does the trick first while Lewis makes contact with Sutil as he also goes past. Mmmh. The stewards concluded the first lap incident didn't warrant any penalty. Valtteri is closing on Rosberg. Lewis says he has understeering. Now Kvyat and Perez come together as well and Kvyat is sent spinning. Brundle believes it was Kvyat's fault. I personally do not care. Daniel and Lewis overtake JEV for P9 and P10. He's in the points! It's lap 10.

He attacks Daniel! Oh god wait! It's actually Perez, Raikkonen, Daniel and Lewis basically wheel to wheel into the corner and thankfully no one crashes out of that...

But Lewis is still behind while Daniel overtakes Raikkonen a few corners later! And here comes Lewis they're wheel to wheel but Raikkonen stays ahead! I inhaled through my teeth, it was close. Bono says it seems some people on the options are getting front left graining (Lewis is on the supersofts I think?), "stops are gonna start happening soon". Indeed Alonso pits. Lewis overtakes Raikkonen but again, they make contact. That's a lot of contact in this race. And he's ahead of Daniel too! What the hell. Let me see a replay, what happened? How did he do that?! A bunch of people pit. Now Seb is in a Ferrari sandwich, the three of them are wheel to wheel with Seb on the inside of the next corner and they all touched what's happening in Germany, they're all over each other! In the end, it's Seb ahead of Alonso ahead of Raikkonen. In the meantime that puts Lewis up in P2 and he's told he's good on fuel. He hasn't pitted yet though and is 7.7 seconds behind. Daniel is having issues possibly? He's told steering wheel modes and things like that. 

It's lap 20. Valtteri is less than a second behind Lewis. He's told it's not critical to keep the position but rather to do the right stint length. He lets Bottas ahead. Bono tells Lewis to go to menu magic position one for the pit stop. Lewis moodily answers "I've never heard of that switch" and Bono says "okay don't worry about it mate, don't worry about it, just leave it." He gets called in. Another set of softs. He's out in 8th. Grosjean DNFs. Lewis overtakes Daniel for P7.

It's lap 30. Lewis attacks Jenson but makes contact once again and there's serious damage to his front wing. It's not a good race for him 🥴 he then overtakes him easily. As he goes by, he holds his hand up in apology. Jenson pits. Lewis is now chasing Hulkenberg for P5. He's on the radio. "Is there anything we can do…? We can't afford to change the front wing, right?" He sounds resigned. Bono says they're gonna look at the strategy, see what his pace is, "we're gonna calculate something and see what we can do for you". Lewis seems very fast though. He's closing on Hulkenberg. He'll be okay. He overtakes him. That's P5 then. Alonso and Seb pit which puts him into P3. Lewis sets the fastest lap of the race. Alonso overtakes Hulkenberg for P4 and Seb overtakes Hulkenberg for P5. 

It's lap 40. Lewis says his front left is not gonna last. Valtteri pits and is out behind Lewis in P3. Nico pits. He's still in the lead. Seb is told to save fuel. Lewis is 4.3 seconds behind Rosberg now but he's called in of course. He's out in fifth. They didn't change his frontwing, they just adjusted it. Jenson overtakes Daniel for P6. Lewis' pace is outstanding! But he has to go to the end on these tyres so… OH MY GOD KVYAT'S CAR IS ON FIRE! He's stopped in a run off area. Get out, get out ! There's thick black smoke entirely engulfing him. Oh he's out thank god. He's pissed. Jesus. It burnt so fast! Daniel pits. It's a very fast stop. Lewis is P4, gaining a second and a half a lap on Alonso. He's only 2 seconds behind now. Lewis asks "is my pace good enough?" and Bono says "yes Lewis, pace is good, pace is good" with the tiniest hint of amusement in his voice. Green flags again, Lewis overtakes Alonso for P3. Seb overtakes Jenson for P5. Sutil spins. 

It's lap 50. The yellow flags are back out. Sutil says there's something wrong with the car. He can’t restart it, he just jumps out and leaves it in the dead middle of the track. LEWIS PITS a third time?! He's out in 4th. Sutil's car is being pushed away. Alonso pits, that's Lewis back in P3, 25 seconds behind Nico and 7 seconds behind Valtteri. Daniel overtakes Jenson for P5. Alonso overtakes Jenson for P6. Lewis is gaining extremely quickly on Bottas but how long are his tyres gonna last? The gap is already down to 3.9. 3.7. 3. 2.7… Alonso overtakes Ricciardo for P5 but Ricciardo fights back in the next corner, but Alonso is faster in the next straight, but Daniel has the inside line into the next corner. It's lap 60!

Lewis is only a second behind Bottas now. 0.9. 0.7. Alonso attacks Daniel again, but still can't do it. It's amazing, it's been laps, they're racing very, very well. 0.4. Lewis is almost there. Williams says Bottas can use the overtake to defend but they need these tyres to the end. Kinda contradictory. 0.3. And Alonso is ahead of Ricciardo, who comes back at him in the next corner but can't get back in front. 5 laps to go! Lewis can't seem to attack Bottas. 3 laps… 

And it's the end of the race.

Nico wins, Valtteri P2, Lewis P3. (remember he started P20 🙃). That's Nico 14 points ahead in the WDC.

I read on Wikipedia that Lewis, Nico and Alonso all said they were surprised there wasn't a safety car to get Sutil's car, Lewis saying he was scared for the marshals. 

#f1 #lewis hamilton #vro0m's race reviews #2014 #2014 german gp

[racingliners]

F1 Re-Watch 2013: Round 15 - Japan

I swear I'm going to finish this before the 2024 season starts

The festive season just happened and we are now weeks away from the first launch of the 2024 cars (which bruh what is the passing of time).

So I'm keeping my pre-race blurb to a minimum, which is fine because apart from Seb winning and I think Grosjean briefly leading the race, I don't remember much.

the massive "We <3 Seb" banner in the grandstands 🥺

Okay: starting grid overview! Webber on pole, Seb P2. A win for the Martian girlies (gn). Lewis P3, Alonso P8, Jenson P10 and Jev P17

the Bernie hand puppets dvhfdjbvhfdbhsfjbhf

All bar Ricciardo and Pic starting on the mediums as opposed to the hards. (Though again this was in ye olden days when the Top 10 had to start on their quali tyre)

[Formation Lap]: oooh thermal tyre cam

and the mad dash of mechanics and engineers back to the garages

god I get whiplash now seeing Domenicali on the Ferrari garage now even though I know he was TP at that point. Safe to say I'm not enjoying him as F1 CEO

A wild Sam Bird sighting next to Ross Brawn (back when he was a Merc development driver)

cars lining up on the grid, here we goooooo

[Start/Lap 1]: Not Grosjean taking the lead way before turn 1

aaaaaaand backmarker nonsense at turn 1

nooooooo Lewis dropping down the grid

oh god Seb's saying he might have front wing damage, if him and Lewis made contact is2g

[Lap 2]: Right, top 5 is Grosjean, Webber, Seb, Rosberg and Massa

and Jenson is clinging onto P10, woo!

yup, Lewis had a rear right puncture, and now the rest of the carcass has come off 😭😭😭

He stops for the hards and his now plum last

[Lap 3]: rest of the race be nice to me PLEASE

I think the main reason why I don't remember much of this race is bc I would have watched it at my friends house bc she had Sky so it would have been 5 or 6am 🥲

argh, start reply and there's the tiniest bit of contact between Seb and Lewis but it was enough to give Lewis a puncture. pain.

[Lap 4]: And a Grosjean fastest lap for funsies

damn, Bono outright saying over the radio what Lap Lewis is pitting on, that never happens but I guess bc he wasn't in contention for the win at this point trying to hide strategy doesn't matter

[Lap 5]: Respectfully Brundle I don't want to hear you try and figure out what Seb's doing, let him cook.

Oh Lewis has floor damage too fml.

[Lap 7]: For once, Seb has listened to Rocky and has dropped to 2 seconds behind Mark

Also Jenson out of the points as Raikkonen takes P10 😭

Apart from Seb this race is currently an attack on me personally

[Lap 8]: and there's Massa being told to let Alonso by

Lewis in the pits to retire the car 😭😭😭

[Lap 9]: Jenson pits for hards, it's stupidly early so he's probably going to be on a three stop

[Lap 10]: a few other cars are pitting as well so it's probably going to be a three stop race

"Engine 21, engine 2-1" I'm having Malaysia flashbacks (that was Mark's engineer Simon Rennie)

[Lap 12]: And in pits Webber! Most likely for hards

"Button's really flying along nicely!" INJECT IT!!

and slowly the race starts to turn round for me

JENSON FASTEST LAP! STOP THE COUNT!!

I've never said anything bad about F1 ever I swear

[Lap 13]: and Grosjean pits form the lead, also for hard tyres. He also comes out ahead of Webber

so WOO Seb in the lead!

oops, Rosberg had an unsafe release. Mercedes' not good quite bad 2013 Japanese GP

[Lap 14]: "When is Vettel going to come in?" Ted sounding very concerned for Seb's strategy.

[Lap 15]: Ah, and in he pits! He also has hards on and has come out in P3

"He's having quite a scruffy afternoon." The fact that Seb being in P3 and going wide once and having one lock up shown on camera counts as scruffy is frankly hilarious. That's how good he was in 2013

(that's my goat!!!!)

Also drive through pen for Rosberg. Merc's very bad rather terrible 2013 Japanese GP.

(when was the last time we saw a drive through pen be used in current F1 btw???? It feels like forever)

[Lap 16]: Seb being 4 tenths faster than Grosjean and Mark in one sector alone, this is the good place

[Lap 17]: A Seb fastest lap 🥰

[Lap 18]: What is a polar bear (Ricciardo in a Toro Rosso) doing in Arlington, Texas? (P4)

ohhhhh he hasn't stopped yet nvm

[Lap 19]: There is a queue of at least three cars behind him however

[Lap 20]: Alonso gets past Massa, but the Ricciardo train has now gained another few cars

It goes all the way down to 10th djbhdfjbhfxb

WHAT THE FUCK Hulkenberg went down the inside of 130R and made it stick.

[Lap 21]: And Alonso gets past him on the main straight.

[Lap 23]: "Multi 3, Multi 3" What does it mean what does it all mean????

I legit hear multi-anything and my eye twitches

[Lap 24]: And a Webber fastest lap! he's either prepping for his second stop or also got triggered by the word multi and bolted

also also, Seb has to make it lap 33 to make the 2 stop strategy work

FUCK Jenson had a slow stop

When does Seb take the race lead and keep it I need it now

[Lap 25]: Like the way Grosjean is still leading and it being pretty much legit, wild

A JEV FASTEST LAP?????

Well thank you racing gods

[Lap 26]: And Mark makes his second stop bang in the middle of the pit window

[Lap 27]: Seb being told he's racing Grosjean and not Mark, inch resting

and it sounds like Lotus are trying to stretch his strategy out to the 2 stop

[Lap 28]: the gap between Seb and Romain is now 1.5 seconds 👀

"Put pressure on Grosjean" Bastard Seb about to be unleashed

[Lap 30]: and in comes Grosjean for I assume is his final stop. He takes on another set of hards and comes out in P3

[Lap 31]: Seb needs to eek out a tiny bit of lap time to have a pit stop gap over Romain, which will be slightly difficult since Grosjean is on the new set of tyres

oh god not Perez having a slow stop too. McLaren be suffering

[Lap 32]: and Ricciardo nets us our third drive through penalty of the race for leaving the track and gaining an advantage.

I've seen more drive through pens in this race than I have in the past 5 years

[Lap 33]: and now everyone bar Rosberg, Vergne and Pic is on the hard tyres

[Lap 34]: Massa gets the fourth drive through pen of the day for speeding in the pitlane

somehow my Grandma will get a drive through pen despite being 91 and not having a driving licence

[Lap 36]: Seb apparently has a new set of mediums left, interesting.gif

and his gap to Grosjean is still around 20 seconds when he needs 22 in theory, but if he's going to be on the faster and fresher tyre on the end he maybe doesn't need to have a pit stop gap to him

[Lap 37]: And Seb pits!

He takes on another set of hards and comes out in third.

"That's Grosjean in front of you, go and get him." Okay now we're going to unlock bastard Seb. Cheers Rocky.

[Lap 38]: Haven't done a top 5 overview in ages: it's Webber, Grosjean, Seb, Hulkenberg and Alonso

What is a polar bear (Hulkenberg in a Sauber) doing in Arlington, Texas? (P4)

[Lap 40]: Seb is 6 tenths behind Grosjean, with a fastest lap to boot

*jaws music plays in the background*

[Lap 41]: And Seb takes P2 on the main straight!!!!

He is 14 seconds behind Mark who still needs to stop

[Lap 42]: Meanwhile Jenson has made his final stop and is back out in 14th place 🥲

[Lap 43]: Aaaaaand in comes Mark for his final pit stop

ooh for the medium tyres! and he comes out in third place

meanwhile Jenson overtakes Sutil for... P13

so the top 5 is now: Seb, Grosjean, Webber, Hulkenberg and Alonso

ouch, Perez got a rear puncture from contact with Rosberg

[Lap 45]: Webber fastest lap

He's about 5 and a bit seconds behind Seb 👀

[Lap 46]: Alonso gets past Hulkenberg for P4!!

[Lap 47]: Grosjean barely staying in P2 going into turn 1

[Lap 48]: And still Grosjean is ahead going into the first corner

[Lap 49]: 🚨5 laps remaining klaxon!!🚨

and, you guessed it, Grosjean is still in P2. Mark just isn't getting the traction he need out of the final chicane to be able to overtake him on the main straight

[Lap 50]: aaaand now Grosjean and Webber are coming into traffic

1 on 1 battles are so fascinating to watch unfold when your faves aren't involved

[Lap 51]: The way Webber is literally on Grosjean's gearbox now

[Lap 52]: of course Webber took P2 driving into turn 1 for the drama.

It was a saucy move ngl.

[Lap 53]: FINAL LAP!!!

ahem, TV feed please show me my boy

(not that Gutierrez v Rosberg isn't important. I just want to see Seb)

There he is!!!!!

[Finish]: And Seb wins the Japanese GP!!!!!!!!!!! 🥳🍾

P2 - Webber, P3 - Grosjean, P4 - Alonso, P5 - Raikkonen, P6 - Hulkenberg, P7 - Gutierrez (in what was his first ever F1 points!!), P8 - Rosberg, P9 - Jenson and P10 - Massa

Well that was a bit of a slow burn race, but it was really fun to see the 2 stop vs the 3 stop play out and have a proper on track battle between the top 3 cars.

Next race - India 🥹

#F1 re watch #f1 2013 re watch

[flatspot]

random pictures of lewis and bono 7/50 ∟ mexico, 2017

#lewis hamilton #peter bonnington #mercedes #f1 #bono #lewis #SORRY IT WAS LATE TODAY LADS #anyway this is the special one #bono's hands lewis' back it's fine we are all fine #blewis50

[imthebadguyyy]

Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

♡☾☁︎

A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton x reader smut #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 imagines #f1 drivers smut #f1 drivers imagines #f1 drivers x reader #f1 x reader #smut #imthebadguyyyfics

[norrisxfewtrell]

I Can’t Let Anything Happen To You | Lewis Hamilton

Request: Can I have one of y/n and Lewis where she has an accident so in the next race Toto and the team are really protective?

Warning: description of a car crash.

Being Lewis Hamilton’s teammate was… hard. To say the least. Not only were you getting used to being his teammate but at the same time you were both learning to manage being a couple as well as teammates. You had your ups and downs just like any other couple but you were able to look past that; although your lates down wasn’t something that Lewis had gotten past and he wasn’t sure when he was going to be able to…

The image was drilled in his head, the image of your car crashing into the wall with an incredible force and he could still hear the fear and nerves in Bono’s voice as he told him that they didn’t have any information about what state you were in but he would know as soon as the team knew anything. Thankfully you were alright, apart from the slight shock and soreness that followed the next few days that was all, but Lewis still couldn’t help but be extra careful whenever he touched or hugged you no matter how many times you told him you were okay.

As the next race weekend came around you also noticed the team being more careful around you and looking out more for you whenever you had a sim session. “You know that if something’s not right you can tell me, or Toto, Angela or anyone in the team, right?” your boyfriend asks you as you both said your goodbyes before you stepped out of your driver room. You grab his hands and wrap them around your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his lips with as much love as you could, trying to ease his mind “I promise I’m okay, if something was wrong I would’ve already told you or Toto.” You tell him as you look in his eyes, he nods slightly as he sighs “I know, I just can’t stop replaying the moment in my mind. I thought I had lost you, I can’t let anything happen to you.” You cup his cheeks in your hands “Hey, I’m right here and I’m perfectly fine. I can’t promise that it’s never going to happen again because you and I both know the risks of our job, but I can promise I’ll always be as careful as I can.” You say leaving one last peck on his lips, noticing how he seemed a bit more calm as you both left for the paddock.

“Are you sure you’re alright, (Y/N)? We would rather you tell us than risking anything.” You hear Toto say through your earpieces as you were waiting for the lights to go out and the race to start, causing you to roll your eyes because it was the fourth time in the last hour that he had asked you this “Toto! I promise I’m fine! Really, there’s nothing to worry about.” You say back, forcing a small giggle in order to not show your slight annoyance as you got in your zone. “Alright, we trust you and we’re just looking out for you. If there’s any problem during the race don’t hesitate telling us, please.” 3... 2... 1... Lights out.

The race went incredibly, you once again proving everyone wrong as you crossed the line in 2nd place just behind Lewis “Yes! We are so proud of you (Y/N), you are amazing!” You hear Toto yell as well as yelling and cheering in the background. Standing on the podium with your trophy, celebrating with your boyfriend and team as they all cheered for you both, everything was okay.

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[tracksidequeen]

Trust Me?

a/n: This one has it all.. protective Lewis, Dom Lewis, sweet aftercare Lewis. I LOVED writing this !!! I hope you like it as well <3

Summary: After you get ambushed by reporters Lewis feels guilty, but later that night he fucks his frustration out on you.

Request: We definitely need a dominant Lewis! Fic.I don't even mind about the general premise of the story but I just need angry, dominant Lewis followed by really sweet aftercare. - @bekybekybeky​​

Warnings: Dom!LewisHamilton, rough smut, spanking, spitting,- sweet aftercare and delicate, loving Lewis.

Words: 1.7K 

For the first time Lewis takes you to the paddock, making your relationship public for the whole world to see. He was proud to finally be able to show you off, and you were proud to stand besides you man. You walk into the paddock as an absolute power-couple. The stares from everyone, the gaping mouths, and whispers said enough. You left an impression on everyone, and Lewis loved it.

He had to do some race-prep with Bono, and you decided to just look around the paddock, explore a bit in the unfamiliar environment he calls his second home. As you’re walking you notice people are taking pictures from afar, but all of a sudden you hear footsteps running up from behind. You feel your heart pound in your throat, because within seconds you're surrounded by dozens camera's and herds people shouting questions your way. Frantically you look around trying to find a way out of there, but they were all blocking your way.

"EY! What the fuck do you think you're doing!" You see Lewis running up to the crowd.

"Get the hell away from her!"

He takes your arm and pushes away then men circled around you. Skilfully he manoeuvres you away from the herd of people and takes you to a quiet place. "Are you alright, love?" Worried eyes scan yours as you smile reassuringly. "Don't worry, Lewis. Baby, I'm completely fine." He shakes his head in anger.

You were completely fine by now, you were just taken by surprise for a moment. However, Lewis... you tried to calm him down, but he was so worked up. After talking for a while he had to leave to continue his race-prep, but he was clearly not okay. 

At the end of the day both of you sat quietly in the backseat of the car on your way back to the hotel. The frustrated expression on his face said enough. One hand was on your leg which he didn’t let go for a second, a protective instinct you know he has.

When you enter the hotel room he slams the door shut a little too hard, making you flinch. "Babe, calm down,” you say in another attempt to ease his nerves. “Don't be angry at them. I mean.. I'm not saying it's alright, but they were just doing their jobs."

He trows his bag on the sofa and sits on the arm rest, clenching the fabric with his hand. "I know, I know. I'm also not angry at them anymore, I took care of that already." A light chuckle left his mouth, and he shakes his frowning head.

"Then what's going on? Talk to me, baby." You can see he is fuming, eyes filled with anger and his muscles tensed. "I'm so angry at myself- Sweetie, it's my fault you got caught in that situation." He walks over to you and roughly grabs your waist, but you know he means well. "I should have been more careful. Sweetie, you're mine and I want to protect you, but I failed." 

You cup your hands around his face. "Yes, baby I'm all yours, and I trust you- that you'll keep me safe and that you’ll protect me."

These words in combination with his anger brought out his dominant side within seconds. He placed his hand in the nape of your neck and grabbed your hair lightly, with the other hand he pulled you in closer by the waist. His lips hovered above yours. “Do you trust me?” he says with a husky low voice that suits his British accent perfectly. You nod ‘yes’ and he kisses you passionately, roughly, not holding back. 

He pulls you by the arm taking you to the bedroom and sits on the foot of the bed, with you standing in front of him.

“Strip for me, babygirl.”

You turn your back to him, and while you look over your shoulder you slowly unzip your dress. Sensually you sway your hips from side to side to let the thin fabric slide past, and you bend down to step out of it. With your ass sticking in the air towards Lewis, you look back at him. You saw him stroking the bulge in his pants, not for one second taking his eyes off you.

“Fuck, you look so good when you do that,” he growls.

He stood up and grabbed your ass with a loud smack, and the clinking of his rings against your skin made you wet between your folds. He took off his shirt and with your back against his naked chest his hand traced the wet spot in your panties. 

Both hands held your waist and he bucked his hips onto you, pressing his big hard cock between your cheeks and pushed it up and down your ass.

“I know you want it all inside, don’t you?” He bites the back of your shoulder making you breath unsteadily and he slaps you ass.

“Bend over on the bed for me.”

His eyes follow you as you walk over to the bed, leaning both knees against the side to hold yourself steady, and bend over. You close your eyes and bite your lip, not knowing what comes next.

You hear the brush of leather and metal clinking of his belt. The sound of his zipper being undone and the denim sliding against his skin made you quiver in anticipation. His footsteps approach you and before you could understand what what going on you feel his teeth clenching on the sensitive skin of your ass.

He took the lace fabric between his teeth and slid it down your legs with his mouth. While kissing up the back of your thigh he kneaded your ass, and soft moans left your mouth.

“You gotta use your words, love.”

You muster up all your power to try and form a coherent sentence. “Fuck baby- fuck all your frustration out in me.” 

“My babygirl is so eager- good girl.”

He traces the tip of his cock against you drenched folds and bucks his hips to apply more pressure. The mix of your wetness and his pre-cum made him enter you smoothly. Without holding back he split you open and pressed himself against you, deep inside you and your walls fluttered around his shaft.

“Fuck, baby you feel so good around my cock.”

He grabs your hair, pulling your head back, and as he holds his hips still, you push your hips backwards thrusting onto his cock. With every pound you feel your pussy clench tighter around him. One hand in your hair and the other grabbing your ass, he pulls you in deep and all you can do is let out a cry of joy. He grinds his cock deep in your slit making you feel every inch of pleasure.

“Get up baby.”

Lewis was still holding a hand full of your hair and used it to guide you up, with your back against his chest. From one moment to the next he started pounding at an unrelenting tempo, while his finger circled your clit. Euphoria shrieks through your body and your walls start contracting against his hardness, but he doesn’t slow down for one second.

“Fuck- babygirl,” he grunts in your ear, before he flips you on the bed facing him. With one motion he grabs you by the waist and enters you again, sending shivers down your spine. Whilst thrusting into your sensitive wetness, he pinches you mouth open and without losing eye contact he spits on your tongue and kisses you deeply.

Chest to chest, kissing and biting you neck, he pounds into you full force. You feel his breathing become unstable and his growls in your ear become deeper. Close to your peak of pleasure you lock your legs around his hips, allowing him to reach a new depth and you feel his steady thrusts become more erratic.

“Fuck!!”

You bite down his shoulder as your walls start milking his twitching cock and with your muscles tensing uncontrollably, you arch your back and reach you climax moaning loudly. Lewis pounds into you with a powerful thrust, his head tilts back and his hand clasping your waist, and cums all over your stomach.

Completely out of breath he lets himself fall all over you, and you hold him in your arms, kissing his glistening forehead. He nuzzles his head into you neck, as you feel his heartbeat on your chest calm down with every second that passes. “That was amazing,” you hear him say with a muffled voice.” You are amazing, love.”

He strokes your hair and kisses the tip of your nose, before standing up to get a towel to clean you up. The soft towel feel good against your skin and he traces his hand all over your body with a look of admiration in his eyes. “Hun, have I ever said how beautiful you are?”

“Baby, you tell me that every day.” He shakes his head displeased. “Hmm, no that’s not enough... from now on I’ll tell you every hour. That way you’ll never forget.” You run your hand through his braids and can’t help but smile at him.

Lewis had a way of letting out his dominant side, and taking all control, but as soon as you reached your climax he always became so soft and sweet. Making sure you enjoyed every second as much as he did, and making sure you felt comfortable and loved.

He whispered softly in your ear, “you want to take a relaxing bath with me?”

“Yes, I’d love that.” He rolls off the bed and after a while you hear the water running in the bathroom. You walk into the steaming bathroom where Lewis was busy laying out all your bath oils and scented candles. “Which one do you want babe?”

You walk up to him, hugging him from behind and tracing your kisses on the outline of his tattoos. “The new vanilla scent you got me is really good. Let’s do that one.” He puts a few droplets in the water and steps into the steaming bath. With his arm reached out, he invited you to come sit between his legs. You step carefully in the bath to sit down, while he traces his wet hand on your ass, up you waist and onto your neck. He massages your shoulders, knowing exactly which muscle he had to focus on to make you feel relaxed.

With you back against his chest you look back, up at him. “Babe, I love you so much.” 

Exposing his pearl whites he smiled from cheek to cheek, and places a delicate kiss on your lips.

“You are the love of my life, sweetie.”

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Masterlist + More Lewis Hamilton x Reader:

Hotness in Monaco

A Little Patience, Birthday Boy (requested)

The Perfect Night  ✨new✨

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[engineers-curry]

“ you're hot. “ “ --er than normal? “

Bono being done with Lewis 😅

Bono knows the signs of Lewis turning sick by heart now, it comes with spending so many years together.

The first stage is when Lewis starts mentioning headaches here and there, asking Bono if he has some painkillers lying around.

“Sorry mate, maybe the team doctor can give you some?” Bono answers, frowning when he musters Lewis. The other looks tired but shakes his head at the mentioning of their doctor.

“He will only question me again for hours to find out where the headaches are coming from. I don’t have the nerve for that now.” 

The second stage starts the day after, Lewis isn’t coming into the paddock in his usual fashionable outfit but rather a simple big, dark navy sweater. One that Bono actually had been looking for, thinking he forgot it at the last race.

“Nice sweater,” he comments when Lewis sinks down next to him, looking even more tired and nearly drowning in the fabric that is slightly too big on him. 

“It’s so cold today,” Lewis only replies, not even reacting to the part where Bono tries to make it clear Lewis is wearing his sweater. “Is the AC on in here?”

James shakes his head from the other side of the table before his gaze finds Bono’s. “Nyck?” He mouths at the race engineer and Bono nods. They all know that Lewis is far too stubborn to give up and let another driver hop into his car but it can’t hurt to call their reserve driver for the worst case. 

The third stage starts right in the afternoon, when the free practice session is over and Bono has a small debrief with Lewis in his drivers’ room.

“Lewis are you even understanding what I’m trying to ask?” Bono musters Lewis carefully, the driver staring into the distance, eyes unfocused. The engineer leans over and touches Lewis’ face, hand wandering to his forehead to check it again.

"You’re hot." Bono states dryly, mustering the driver again.

"-ter than normal?" Lewis tries to joke, now turning to look at the engineer.

“No, you’re burning up, you belong in your bed.” 

“But-”

“No buts. Bed now.” Bono says before looking around the driver’s room. He finds the sweater from this morning, together with Lewis’ other clothes and helps him change back into it, out of the sweaty race suit. “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“I’m not sick,” Lewis grumbles but his weak movements and heavy breathing give him away immediately. “Okay fine, maybe for a few days.”

“A few days?!” Bono bites his tongue to not break out into a long rant before he decides to quickly text Angela. “Lewis-”

“Sorry,” the driver replies and sighs. “Can we cuddle later?”

There it is, stage four. Admitting defeat and wanting some love. That’s what Bono can easily do and from there on it’s more than easy to get Lewis to take his medicine and get him fit for the race.

“Of course we can.” 

#lewis/bono #my prompts

[deniigi]

Thank you for writing Matt as a product of lifelong poverty w/o it being his whole identity. Fics nowadays represent issues like race, sex, lgbt, ablism, etc well, but not a whole lot touch on poverty. Ppl rarely escape poverty bc it's pervasive af. It's academic failure, crime, abuse, etc. I'm so grateful u expose it in ur fics bc I swear some ppl forget that poverty is a real problem that can happen to anyone anywhere. Those rags to riches stories are the exception not the rule. So thanks.

Hello anon!

Thank you for dropping bringing up this issue because it unleashed a whole can of worms that I didn’t realize was even bothering me.

So, I suppose, first of all–I agree with you. It does seem kind of strange to me when people write Matt as this snobbish guy with a nose for nice things and nice things only. Because like, while he might indeed prefer those things, a lot of that is rooted in knowing intimately what it means to not have them and his engagement with them is then totally different from someone else who has not had to live without these things.

In fact, anon, I don’t know if Matt has ever truly gotten out of poverty. Financially or socially. Certainly not in the Netflix verse at least.

I suppose I just don’t understand how he is supposed to be this high-rolling lawyer with his tiny firm and all his mental health struggles and all his physical injuries and long-term absences from work. I’m not convinced that he gets enough high profile clientele to offset his pro bono work either, and I’m not convinced that, somehow, between foster care and law school, he has acquired and internalized all of the social education required for him to really understand himself as deserving and represented in the lifestyle he’s found himself thrust into by means of his profession.

Like. 

There are so many mixed signals going on with Matt’s financial situation and I just don’t fucking get it, anon. (jk, I do. It all has to do with ideas of power and Matt’s meta construction as a masculine ideal)

But yeah. When I write Matt, I think I try to maintain a slightly better continuity with his so-called ‘rags to riches’ backstory by trying to show that, while Matt is somehow (mysteriously) apparently no longer worried about affording every day expenses, he is still severely lacking the cultural education you need to move comfortably among people who have always had more money than you. He doesn’t know how to relate to people who’s lives are not one long stream of violence (violence from poverty, violence from the state, violence from ableism, the school system, etc etc) And that (in addition to his disability) probably has a dramatic effect on the way that other lawyers, firms, and clientele view him and that has to also have an effect on who is willing to hire him to represent them.

So it just becomes a cycle wherein Matt’s experiences with poverty frequently manage to manifest themselves in ways which are likely to pull him back into it and a lot of the unhealthy and violent behaviors that surround it.

(Although, to be fair, Matt’s the one who chooses to put himself in a lot of these uncomfortable positions, so he can’t be absolved of blame here, either)

And hey, while I’m here swinging at this beehive, I guess I’ll also just say that I’m not sure that I agree with that people in the fandom are handing racism, ableism, sexism, and sexuality issues all that well, my dear. (but this is already a very long answer, so I’m going to go ahead and put that particular rant under the cut)

Like, I am 100% guilty of failing to adequately address a lot of these issues. I def don’t include enough people of color and women in my work and I am highly uncomfortable addressing issues of ableism and racism outside of microaggressions. I like to think that I do decent work in nuancing sexuality among the characters I play with, but no doubt, I could do more overt work with that. That said, I recognize these things about myself and I like to think that I am slightly more sensitive to these issues than your average bear.

When it comes to a great deal of the fandom, however, there seems to be a lack of awareness or interest in becoming more aware of potentially problematic representations of characters, relationships, and scenarios.

For example, (and this might be tough for some folks to think about) in the way that Peter has become this highly preferred little brother/adoptive son/mentee figure for Matt.

Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing inherently wrong with this characterization or arrangement. It’s fine. It’s great. I’ve done loads of work with Peter in this position. But then I learned that Matt canonically already has a son-ish/mentee/apprentice figure and that is Sam Chung. And Sam is not only a person of color, but he is disabled and he is undocumented.

And straight up? I was angry with myself that I didn’t find out about him sooner. Because Sam has 5–count ‘em–5 stories about him on AO3.

I get that Sam is a character from the comics and so is not part of the Netflix verse. But like–Peter isn’t from the Netflix verse either? Or Wade??? Or Darcy Lewis???? (There are, I swear to god, 179 DD fics with Darcy in them on AO3. Sam. Has. 5. That is more than a 3000% discrepancy.) and it’s like we aren’t actively talking about how there are many problems with that and there doesn’t appear to be any really significant effort to try to address it in a productive way.

I just don’t know, anon. I guess I’m not sure I’m ready to congratulate myself or anyone in the DD fandom on our ‘activism’ or representation when we still have all these issues flying around that we aren’t seriously discussing and addressing. I mean, I’ll keep on truckin’ of course, but I just. I don’t know.

#fic #tw: poverty #I have concerns friends #grave ones

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We’re reporting on the effect of the Covid-19 coronavirus pandemic on the way UK shoppers buy – and on how retailers are responding to that changing behaviour. This update comes as the UK had, as of 9am on April 17, 108,692 confirmed cases of Covid-19, and 14,576 deaths in hospital. That includes 5,599 new cases and 847 deaths over the previous 24 hours.

    Retail space that would have generated £14.5bn in sales now closed: Global Data

The closure of non-essential retail in the UK, now extended for another three weeks, equates to 382m sq ft of physical space out of action. That’s space that would have generated £14.5bn of sales over the six week period period based on 2019 sales, says data and analytics company GlobalData.

  Maureen Hinton, global retail director at GlobalData, comments: “Measures to stop the spread of Covid-19 in the community is hitting non-food retailers the hardest, particularly clothing specialists, which account for 36% of these lost sales.”

  Hinton added: “While some of these sales will have transferred online the majority will not be recovered, speeding up the demise of the weakest operators and the permanent closure of even more retail space.”

  Waitrose expands rapid deliveries and click and collect

  Waitrose is to treble availability of its rapid delivery service to 7,000 slots – and reserve 40% of them for elderly and vulnerable customers during the Covid-19 pandemic. It will also increase its number of click and collect slots.

  Waitrose Rapid promises two-hour delivery of up to 25 items, with a £10 minimum spend. So far it has been trialled at eight London shops and in Hove, East Sussex. Now it is to be expanded to a further 20 shops in London from today.

  Click and collect, meanwhile, is to expand by 10,000 slots – or 50% – to 30,000, as it expands online collection to 40 shops by the end of April and 70, in total, by the end of May.

  Ben Stimson, Waitrose.com director, said: “We are now making more online deliveries than Christmas week, every week, and have increased slots to reach 20% more customers than usual. We know there is demand for more slots and we are doing all we can to give as many people as possible the opportunity to get the essentials they need – especially those who need them the most.

  “In addition to opening up more channels through expanding Waitrose Rapid and increasing the number of stores where online orders can be collected, we have recruited hundreds of drivers and increased the number of extra people-hours picking Waitrose.com orders by nearly 50%.”

  Marketplaces business keen to provide a direct sales channel for UK PPE supplies

  A marketplaces provider that has worked with the French government to set up a pro bono marketplace for coronavirus PPE protection says it could do the same in the UK – and for other goverments around the world. Read the full story here

  UK brands open new JD shops to sell to China

  UK brands are among about 20 luxury brands that have opened shops on Chinese retail website JD.com since the outbreak of the coronavirus pandemic.

Leather brand Smythson and cashmere brand Pringle of Scotland is among those setting up new shops on JD since the beginning of January. Others include fine leather goods house Delvaux, Chanel-owned jewellery brand Goossens and cashmere specialist Barrie. JD says it now has partnerships with more than 200 luxury brands from around the world.

  “The pandemic has affected many industries, and luxury is no exception. It has encouraged many luxury brands to attach greater importance to online.” said Kevin Jiang, president of international business at JD Fashion and Lifestyle. “JD’s supply chain advantages, and the support we provide, have attracted brands to deepen their partnerships with us. In the coming months, we plan to offer more innovative programs to help brands deal with impact of the pandemic.”

  JD says that Chinese shoppers are turning online to buy during Covid-19 at a time they they are not able to travel out of he country to buy. It cites a 2019 Bain report, What’s Powering China’s Market for Luxury Goods, found that more than 70% of Chinese consumers’ luxury purchases took place outside China. The report also suggested that China’s luxury goods market had grown by 20% for two years in a row.

  Online prices rise for high demand items

  The online prices of in-demand items such as toilet rolls, pasta and hand wash have risen on average by 4.4% in recent weeks, Office for National Statistics figures suggest.

  The ONS also said that between March 23 and April 5, 25% of businesses said they had temporarily stopped trading. Those businesses that continued to operate had furloughed 21% of their staff, on average, through the government’s Coronavirus Job Retention Scheme. Five per cent of their workforces were off sick or in self-isolation, while 70% were working as normal.

    Aldi to sell groceries online for the first time in the UK

  Aldi is to sell groceries online for the first time in the UK, as it puts food parcels for shoppers who are vulnerable or self-isolating due to coronavirus on sale on its website. Read the full story here.

    Online sales growing at Black Friday levels

  Online sales grew by 38% last week, according to the latest figures from the IMRG-Capgemini online sales tracker. That, said Lucy Gibbs, managing consultant, retail insight, at Capgemini, is the kind of sales growth previously only seen around Black Friday.

  Gibbs, speaking on the IMRG’s weekly coronavirus webinar, said pureplay retailers had seen their online sales grow by 4% in the week to April 14, while retailers who normally sell online and through stores had seen their sales grow by 68%.

  “It’s not really surprising,” said Gibbs, “as we see the sales from those multichannel retailers now being channelled purely through their digital channels.” While online sales are up, high levels of business will be lost through closed stores.

  Online clothing sales are starting to recover, with internet sales in the category recovering from a previous drop of 42%. In the week of April 14, sales in the category fell by 8% compared to the same time last year – but grew by 19% compared to the previous week. Meanwhile, gifting sales had risen by 150% compared to last year – but last week settled back down to growth of more than 120%.

    Dunelm sees online sales grow sharply

  Dunelm is one of those multichannel retailers that have seen online sales growth strongly since its stores shuttered against coronavirus.

  The retailer said today that its online orders were now “significantly higher” than those seen before the coronavirus outbreak. It reopened its online operations after closing to follow health and safety guidance on safe practice in its warehouses. Its stores are closed as it follows government guidance. Read the full story here.

    Waitrose steps in to support most vulnerable suppliers

  Supermarket Waitrose says it is taking steps to protect its most vulnerable suppliers both in the UK and around the world. It is channeling £200,000 from its Waitrose Foundation Global Fund to communities in vulnerable countries who grow food that is sold in Waitrose stores. It is also making faster payments to its smallest suppliers including small British producers.

The retailer has joined with others to finance webinars for food suppliers featuring expert talks on subjects such as social distancing, furloughing, transport and accommodation.

  Rupert Thomas, director of food and grocery at Waitrose, said: “The John Lewis Partnership was founded on the principle that we have a responsibility to others and that we must treat people fairly, which extends to our Partners, customers, suppliers and the communities that we trade with, including those outside of the UK.

  “This pandemic poses the greatest humanitarian and economic threat of our generation and, whilst we face many difficult decisions, as a collective industry we must continue to look at ways we can help to protect people and their livelihoods during this unprecedented time. The measures we have put in place are just the start and we will continue to do everything we can to provide support to our suppliers and the people who form part of them, particularly those that are most vulnerable.”

  Clipper Logistics provides extra warehousing space to clients

  Clipper Logistics says it is working with new and existing retailers to provide an extra 500,000 sq ft of warehousing space. The business is providing the new space to eight customers, along with handling and transportation services where required. Half of those customers are new to the business.

  It has taken on support services including carrying out warehousing and picking for 70 regional stores of a national grocery business.

  Steve Parkin, executive chairman of Clipper Logistics, said: “I would like to thank all members of the Clipper team for their continued innovation, dedication and hard work to enable us to rapidly deploy solutions and fulfil gaps in the supply chain for both new and existing customers in a quickly changing environment.”

  Image courtesy of Waitrose

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[engineers-curry]

***B: sees the royal trying to sneak out “What do you think you’re doing?”

A: “Um, just heading off into town?”

B: “Not without me, you aren’t.”***

Shov and Lewis, pretty please 👉👈 Since Toto said Shov and Bono put that photo into his office, I just can't stop thinking about Shov having some fun with Lewis, sneaking out with him, and once Bono catches them he just acts like he did nothing wrong. He even starts lecturing Lewis, and Lewis is like "bitch you were with me wtf"

I had to keep it shorter since it’s meant to be a prompt, I hope you still like it 💖💖

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“What do you think you’re doing?”

Shit, Lewis thinks. “Um, just heading off into town?”

“Not without me, you aren’t going alone.” Shov, his royal advisor and well, guard sometimes, raises an unimpressed eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest. “What do you even want to do there?”

“Nothing?” Lewis tries, putting on the most innocent face he can think of.

“Your Highness, I’ve known you and your brothers for the past nine years now, don’t even try to trick me. So, again, what do you want to do there?”

“Fine,” Lewis grumbles, leaning against the door to the servant entrance, he uses for sneaking out all the time. “I need a birthday present for Frederik.”

“So you want to head to the market, full of people and without protection - while being the crown prince. Do you know how stupid-”

“I understand,” Lewis rolls his eyes and Shov grins. “You can come with me.”

“You had no other choice anyway, or I would have called Bono.” Lewis pulls a face at that.

“Please no, if Bono finds out that-”

“What am I going to find out?” Bono suddenly appears from one of the side corridors, arms stacked with papers. “And what are you wearing?”

Now he’s really fucked.

“His Highness wanted to go to the nearby market alone and find-”

“Traitor.” Lewis hisses at the older, who smiles innocent as Bono’s face turns murderous.

“You wanted to do what?”

“Actually, Shov wanted to come with me!” Lewis tries to protest but judging by Bono’s face, he has no chance. 

“Lewis Carl Davidson Hamilton, do you know how dangerous it is for you to leave the castle without anyone accompanying you?”

The prince cringes at Bono’s usage of his full name, even dropping all of his titles. He is, in fact, royally fucked now. “... Yes I do?”

Bono takes a deep breath before pushing all the papers in his arms into Shov’s hands. “I need to inform the King about this.”

With those words, the advisor turns around and stomps away in the opposite direction, swearing under his breath.

“Shov, how could you-!”

“Relax, Bono is at least half an hour busy now with finding your father,” The older lets the stack of papers heavily fall down on a wooden cupboard next to them. “You still want to go out now? And don’t tell me anything now, Bono would have found out anyway.”

“You saved your ass and now you want to sneak out with me?” Lewis splutters but he can’t hold back the smirk that is making his way to his lips. “Bono is going to lock me away the next three weeks.”

“Well, then we should make the most out of your last hours in freedom.”

#lewis & shov #my prompts