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best ending: they talk it out after lewis wins his 8th wdc and we end up with brocedes in each other's lives again. lewis shows up on nico's yt channel. nico is on lewis' insta. vivian dogwalks both of them for letting the divorce last that long. i join the convent because this is clearly a miracle from god and reblog gifsets of brocedes interacting from the chapel. rinse, repeat.
ending we're most likely gonna get: whatever the hell we have now. nico talks about lewis. lewis will say karting is the best time of his career. for two seconds out of the year, lewis will say nico's name. i will sob, rinse, repeat.
worst ending: they shut the fuck up about each other forever. they process the divorce and move on with their lives without each other. i will go on tumblr and reblog angsty web weaves about their relationship and what could've been. i take psychic damage. rinse. repeat.
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Really thinking about writing a fanfic about Formula 1 and Harry Potter.
With Piarles as ennemies to friends to lovers to strangers to lovers. Pierre as a Slytherin and Charles as a Gryffindor.
Galex as love at first sight but George try to hide it very hard. George being Pierre best friend and dragging him to the Gryffindor party to see Alex and poor Pierre and Charles having to be the third wheel and snickering about the other while George and Alex are akwardly flirting. George as a Slytherin and Alex as a Gryffindor.
Maxiel as the two shennigans who are trying to hide their relationship but Daniel is very bad at hiding it so Max has to silence him. Max as a slytherin and Daniel as Hufflepuff.
Landoscar as grumpy x sunshine. They are forced to work together for a Defence against the Dark arts. Lando is very energetic and try to conceal his crush for Oscar that is as since Oscar took his hand to show him the right way to cast a spell.
Brocedes as teachers / ennemies to lovers. Nico is the charms teacher who always make snarky remarks about Lewis without naming it. Lewis who's the arithmency teacher that everyone likes. They were lovers until the NEWTs came and put them in an over competitive relationship. And now, everyone wonders if they fucked.
Simi as 'everyone wonder if they're a couple or not while they're married'. Kimi being the potions teacher and Sebastian is the transfiguration teacher. Everyone absolutely loves Sebastian because he's always caring and joking with everyone.
One year younger, we have Kimi and Ollie who are under Charles' wing. They both have a huge crush on the other but Kimi as a girlfriend and think Ollie isn't gay.
Of course with other ships like Mark Webber + Fernando Alonso or Esteban + Lance
All of that during starting when Harry enters his third year at school. So going from year 5 to the Great War. Dealing with purebloods idea and just relationship. Voldemort is even scared by the couple because they're very powerful wizards.
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hopefully this isn't wag-stalking but what is vivian's background? are her parents famous/rich? is she monegasque? i think i know they met and started dating when they were younger
she's German! She studied interior design at Istituto Europeo di Design in Milan
Nico's mom (also German) and Vivian's mom were friends, so they met when they were 3 and were family friends. Then started dating at 18~
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every few weeks i find out something else nelson piquet has Said and somehow i still find myself shocked everytime
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Such a beautiful family 💚
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My mum just told me her cousin is naming their newborn Nicolas but wanna call him Nico for short. Their other son’s name is Lewis what the fuck is happening???😭😭😭😭
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does anyone know her dad? daniel ricciardo smau (part 1)
pairing: daniel ricciardo x toto's secret child!reader / daniel ricciardo x schumacher and wolff!reader
warnings: cursing and some general fandom hate wags get
note: first time doing this i dont know if this right but lets go!
part 2, part 3 and part 4
mickschumacher happy birthday to @ynquads !! sorry for crashing into the cake! mama said she'll make you another
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gina_schumacher thanks for almost cropping me out of the picture
mickschumacher it's about yn!!
ynquads i though i was you favourite cousin gigi :( why u being so mean to me :( i'll go tell my parents
micschumacher ill tell mama you're being mean to yn
username123 always love seeing mick and yn be annoying little siblings
maxverstappen1 congrats! is it enough to say it here or do i have to make my own post? ive given you a present
ynquads bring me cowboy boots from austin and you dont have to
username cute cute cute cute cute cute
username honestly schumacher genes dont even feel real anymore
username right!?!?! i want yn to win the figure skating grand prix but then i remember that video where she went karting with max
username like a billion drivers and a skater and the good looks in ONE family? god really does have favourites
lewishamilton happy birthday! it's been great seeing you grow up
username excuse me sir? what do you mean grow up?
ynquads visited japan for a wedding and now i'm all ready for skate america!! let's gooo cricket club!!
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username YOU GOT INVITED TO YUZURU'S WEDDING
ynquads i even got to bring daniel🤭
danielricciardo it was a lovely wedding❤️❤️(ours is gonna be better)
username excuse what the fuck
lewishamilton actually you're not allowed to marry her without our permission
danielricciardo whose permission would i even ask?
lewishamilton every german speaking driver and like three team bosses good luck
username ARIANA (our queen & god susie wolff) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
maxverstappen1 daniel's being gross make him stop
danielricciardo am not!
ynquads lmao throw bread at him
danielricciardo all the love ive given you and this is how you repay me?
ynquads ooh i'll repay you 😏
maxverstappen1 dont be weird under my comment
username oh she has time to fly to japan but not go to a single race ever
username babes danny has not been in the since zandvoort. theres been no race to go see him
username they've been together for like three years and she's only been to less than ten races
username like seriously cant she ever be supportive
username you people do realize she's an athlete too?
ynquads we got silver!!!💪🥈🥈🥈congrats to kaori sakamoto 🥇 and isabeau levito🥉 (also thanks uncle lewis for dinner)
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nicorosberg he gave you alcohol?
ynquads i have never actually drank alcohol at all in my entire life (also dad was there i was not even allowed to get food that had rum in the sauce)
maxverstappen1 oh yeah we did not at all just get drunk
ynquads shut up before nico goes to talk to my DAD
username are we all just gonna ignore that she calls lewis "uncle" like seriously how disrespectful is that
username calm the fuck down she calls him and all the older grid (especially sebastian) uncle so it is not new
danielricciardo why you holding your head like that? is it heavy from all the pretty? i can hold it for you
nicorosberg this is who you choose @ynquads
danielricciardo why are you bullying me too???
ynquads hes funny onkel nico (uncle)
username how is nico rosberg here dragging danny ric? you dont even follow him?
username EVERYBODY CALM DOWN THIS IS NOT A DRILL WE HAVE A CHANCE TO HAVE YN WIN THIS YEAR'S GRAND PRIX PLEASE BE ON EVERY PODIUM
susie_wolff congrats honey! we're really proud!
username i still think it's so damn weird she just hangs out with the older grid. how does she even know then to go on dinners
username okay but when the hell did this even happen? i follow yn and she trains in toronto and during summer is in germany or england. she doesnt attend the races? how the fuck is she and DANIEL RICCIARDO together babes
username i bet my life that max introduced them i can feel it in my bones that he planned this
username "oh sorry i won by 30 secs and you have a shitbox to drive, wanna meet my friend she's great gf material? you have no chance without help"
ynquads i mean....
username OH MY GOD
username she's such a shit girlfriend honestly. she dates daniel for publicity and then drags lewis down too
username what the fuck are you smoking??
username how the FUCK did daniel ricciardo bag the talented pretty QUAD QUEEN MISS YN SCHUMACHER!!! thats my wife actually! what about our kids and three lambs??
f1wagsupdates paparazzi has released a video of mercedes team boss toto wolff exiting a restaurant and driving off with a young woman. even though she tried to cover herself, the woman was quicky identified as yn schumacher. she is a figure skater and 20+ years younger. in an interview from home yn can be seen walking around the wolff kitchen in little clothing. is this the ending to toto's perfect looking marriage with fellow motorsport boss susie wolff?
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username if i dont read it, it doesnt exist. no one's cheating ever
username toto and susie's kid is like 5 how could he throw that away??
username its always the goddamn family men fucking over their wives and kids
username this is such bullshit. toto and susie have been together since like 2011 this is so horrible
username little clothing? she's wearing like pajamas
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I think the thing which stands out about Nico Rosberg and Lewis Hamilton more than every other driver pairing is that they were genuinely close at one point. Yes it fizzled as they grew older and they very much did fall apart but- they were close. They admit that. Anyone who knew them knew that. Presenters knew that even before they were on the same team.
In a sport where so many drivers on the grid met previously in karting it’s easy to say “oh they just vaguely knew each other as kids and you’re inventing more out of it with hindsight” which is true of a lot of drivers in all honesty. But knowing of each other is not the same as inviting someone to join you on multiple family holidays. That’s not an acquaintance. And there’s so much more too.
The thing about brocedes is that none of the background is imagined. They wrestled in hotel rooms. They had competitions over pizza. Lewis went to Nico’s when he didn’t want to cook. Lewis phoned up their karting boss after their first shared podium. Nico still thinks of him as a friend in his heart. Lewis is a better teammate now. They live in the same building. They both turned vegan and had an extreme e team in a series about the environment and gender equality. Lewis gives Nico’s children’s presents. They’ve known each other a long long time.They dreamed of being teammates and world champions in Greece and it happened in a way they never predicted but it happened.
The story is there, the friendship between them was very much there but competition got in the way.
Because Nico Rosberg with a world champion father and having previously been teammates with Michael Schumacher and having Lewis Hamilton as a current teammate was never far enough away that achieving his dream was impossible. It wasn’t just 2016 that it technically came down to Abu Dhabi and he’s still up there in lists of pole positions, total race victories, consecutive race wins etc and he retired quite early. No he never had the potential either of his Mercedes teammates did but he was more than a second driver and he certainly proved that.
And Lewis Hamilton with so much talent and having been dealt unfortunate hands relative to the world of Motorsport knew he had the potential to be the best and he couldn’t understand why Nico was trying so hard and using some pretty questionable tactics to beat him. And it really was ugly by the end to an unhealthy degree.
It seems that in general both have matured a lot now (as tends to happen in a decade) and they’re on fine terms on the rare occasion they do see each other but it really is the best kind of tragedy. The ending was inevitable, no one would have made a different decision, but it’s important to remember the friendship was there. There can’t be betrayal without trust first.
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I constantly think about how at one point in time, the entire rosberg family had the same haircut
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mister lewis hamilton, sir, how are you gonna go on live television and talk about about how your karting days were the best times of your career and still never say nico's name? not once but multiple times??? oh you mean the karting your did with your childhood best friend nico rosberg? that karting? the karting where you met him? the karting where your families became friends? the karting where you spent months in italy together? the pizza eating contests and torn up hotel rooms? the frosties? the unicycling? that karting???? "i'm over the divorce," says man who is soo not over the divorce.
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YOUR GENTLEMAN ; LH44
— a slice of domesticity as you experience living with lewis for the first time
amgf set during the pandemic, nico rosberg mention, yay!
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Living with Lewis in Monaco definitely had its perks, but it was also coupled with drawbacks.
When you moved in, you thought it was a short stint but the few weeks turned into months, and soon you found yourself spending the whole year with him.
In the beginning you definitely found more pros than cons, living in Monaco is like a dream, especially since it was with Lewis, it only made it more special.
But as you spent more time, you found yourself growing anxious, and empty. Isolated from your family and friends, away into a foreign country, where you barely knew anyone.
"Are you sure you're okay with me going to Nico's?" You ask Lewis for the umpteenth time. Opening up last night how you felt yourself slowly going insane staying indoors. That's when Lewis suggested that you visit Nico and his family downstairs.
"I'm sure, look we've been friends since forever, and I know that you miss Nico and his family. I'm busy going to races, and you're stuck here. It's okay." Comforting your worries away, Lewis pulls you into a small hug assuring you that it's all good.
"I do miss Nico, I haven't seen him since he left you know, and you— you're both awkward together."
Lewis sends you a pointed look, "We're working on it okay, it's not like I avoid him every time I see him."
You scoff in reply, "As if you give the universe a chance for you to meet. You're always avoiding him, you literally live in the same building together."
Lewis shakes his head, clearly disagreeing with your sentiments, "You know what I'm going to walk you over to Nico's tomorrow and talk to him just to prove to you I'm not awkward with him."
"You're acting like I'm a kid handing me out on a play date! Also that's not counted since you're just going there to prove a point to yourself that you aren't affected."
Pushing a finger in front of your lips, Lewis shushed you pushing you towards your bedroom. "It's time for us to sleep, we both have a busy day ahead."
Rolling your eyes, you were met with a closed door. Following the sounds of Lewis' slippers shuffling back to his bed.
Despite being annoyed you can't find fault with him, you both had a busy day tomorrow with you spending time with the Rosberg's and Lewis with a flight to wherever the next race is.
Spending time with Nico and his family definitely boosted your mood, often forgetting about Lewis as he's constantly in and out of the country. But instead of moping in his apartment you find yourself looking forward to his arrival.
You avoid messaging Lewis during race weeks, keeping to yourself and leaving the F1 Channel playing in the background for any updates. It's nice to keep Lewis focused on the track but it also means that whatever you see on television, is all the information you have on him.
And during inadequate race conditions you're constantly stressing yourself, every yellow flag, weather update, red flag, pit stop, and other potential crashes have you on your toes.
Yet somehow, Lewis always finds a way to comfort you even if he is miles away from you. Immediately answering the radio about his updates (if he is a part of the crash) it's as if he's constantly assuring you that he is doing fine inside the car.
One time you were eating dinner after a long day with Nico's daughters, you find yourself looking forward to coming back to Lewis' apartment. Which at this point is no longer his only, it's a shared space for you two, mostly yours as you spend more time in it than him.
Cooking up something simple, you sit in solidarity finding peace in your little set up. Placing the ceramic bowl you designed with Lewis a few years back on the coffee table at the living room, instead of eating in the dining area, watching a replay of Lewis' dashboard from a previous race.
It feels like he's beside you, you find yourself listening to him as he talks with his engineers, watching his hands grip the steering wheel going lap over lap, doing what he does the best.
You end your days the same, until Lewis comes back. And it happened to be one of those days. The bell catches you off guard from taking a bite of your dinner, looking up, you find the door swing open revealing Lewis from behind.
"OH MY GOSH!" Standing up from the floor your legs stumble at the speed of your reaction. Throwing yourself at Lewis who dropped his bags at the entrance, forgotten as he wrapped his arms around yours.
"OH NO! I didn't cook dinner for you. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?" Breaking from the hug, you smack his arm scrambling to the kitchen for a last minute meal.
You hear the sound of Lewis' laughter behind, your heart warming at the sound of his presence immediately filling the empty space in the apartment. "You don't have to cook me anything, I can make myself food."
You feel Lewis behind you as you shake your head in disappointment. "That's not it, you just came home you must be starving– how about you have my meal down there in the living room. It's fried rice, it's vegan I was about to eat so it's still warm and I can make something real quick so you can rest and-"
You were cut off with Lewis feeding you a spoon of what was supposedly your dinner. "Calm down sweetheart, we can share the bowl if you really want me to eat that bad."
A frown forms on your face, deep in thought, slowly chewing the spoonful of food, before staring into Lewis' brown eyes.
Dragging him towards the living room, you push him into the sofa before grabbing the bowl of fried rice off his hands. "Are you not hungry? You don't have to eat if you're not! You know what you should sit down and rest, or do you want to take a short bath? I can-"
"I can do those things myself. You're stressing over me when I'm at races, and when I'm here you're also stressing yourself over me. You're supposed to relax." Softly grabbing your hands, Lewis pushes you next to him on the sofa.
"I can't help it you know. It's instinct at this point. When I first started living here you basically took care of me when I was feeling down, and now I'm doing the same. We need to take care of each other Lewis, I'm basically responsible for you."
Nodding slowly in agreement, Lewis grabs your hands holding it into his, "And I'm also responsible for you, which I'd like to think is more important than me. I can't have you stressed over your time here, imagine what your parents will say- God forbid, what my parents say."
You gasp, laughing at his statement, "My well being is more important? I think not, you're literally out there racing and going out- imagine Toto Wolff calling me because you're not in perfect condition."
"Then let me handle it. I doubt Toto has anything bad to say about you." Lewis mumbles under his breath, but you catch his statement.
"What would Toto Wolff know about me? What have you been talking about Lewis? I swear if you're spreading that I'm not taking care of you, I'll actually reveal to the world that you're still awkward with Nico."
Your threat seems to leave little to no effect then you expect, but at least you got him laughing.
Happy drivers mean good results.
"And you don't have to tiptoe around me, I doubt anyone has the balls to say that to my face except you- maybe Seb, but it doesn't matter. You don't have to worry about me, my racing, or my relationship with Nico."
Your eyes squint at his statement, still not believing him. His eyes meet yours, not giving up.
"Fine." You lower your gaze first.
"Let me draw you a bath though." Before Lewis could complain, you march towards the bathroom. Behind you, you hear Lewis laughing, you can see him shaking his head in disbelief.
"After that you better finish your dinner, then tomorrow we can do something together."
You smile to yourself, nodding in agreement. Despite the circumstances, you'd rather spend your time with Lewis like this. At the end of the day, even if you're miles apart from each other you will always come back to each other.
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𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲 | 𝐥𝐡𝟒𝟒
summary: you were trying to get better. you were better. and suddenly he's back in your life and now you're right back where you started, stuck in a hallway once again meant to say goodbyes.
requested: no
warning: angst angst angst, swearing?? sexual innuendos. the series will eventually contain smut
pairing: lewis hamilton x rosberg!reader
note: this story is written in a way where the reader is telling a story so the timelines will shift with no warnings. also let me know if you want to be added to this story's taglist.
part 2: two ghosts (coming soon)
you just wanted to pass through. that was the whole fucking point of a hallway, wasn’t it? it didn’t need to be the ongoing cruel joke of your life. you were there and you wanted to be, in the present where you belonged, in a life you didn’t have to hide in. but now you’re not and suddenly you’re stuck in yesterday again, stuck and unable to move on.
yesterday and tuesday have gone and past though and you were glad of it. you were glad to be rid of him, having left him and a box that contained all of your memories under your bed in your childhood room. and quite frankly, that was better for you. you’d moved on, moved to the other side of the globe where his name isn’t as loud, where you could escape the ghost of him haunting your every waking minute.
the east knew of his name but it was not the brightest nor the biggest – almost like when you’d started. his star was ascending but his name didn’t come with a trademark quiet yet.
you’d tagged along with his team, his teammate’s little sister, freshly eighteen with no idea how to grow into the woman your family expected you to be. you’d been born into a name bigger than you could ever grow to be and a legacy you carried like a curse. your future is a blank canvas, one you didn’t have the right colors to pain in.
your brother, ever the golden, followed exactly in your father’s footsteps. he knew what was expected of him the moment he pressed his foot onto a pedal. you have always envied him though you’d never once say to his face. he was born with the ability to make your parents proud, something you’ve always lacked.
all your life, you’ve always been painfully average. you were average in everything you did, anything you pursued. for someone having been born in such an extraordinary family, you were painstakingly ordinary. though nico has always had your back, protecting you and encouraging you to find new hobbies and join new clubs and so it came as no surprise when he’d been the one to come up with the idea. you’d just finished secondary school with zero ideas of what you’d be doing for university and so nico suggested a gap year – join him in his travels for his second season in formula one. find inspiration, a dream, a hobby — anything to occupy your time.
your parents though, ever loving and protective of their only daughter, had been against the idea at the start. they had no problems with you taking a gap year but they wanted to hold on to you for as long as they could – keep you a child for as long they can. in the rosbergs’ eyes, you’re their little princess as far as they were concerned, sheltered and spoiled your entire life despite your extraordinary ability to be so painstakingly ordinary. they never asked anything of you, which somehow made it all the worse.
eventually though, they relent. nico would be responsible for you – to keep you on a tight leash, never meant to let you out of his sight if he could help, never meant to let you wander off on your own in some foreign country, never allowed to be near any man.
and so you were stuck sharing a hotel room with your older brother.
it started in a hallway – and ended in one. you’d gotten kicked out. nico is a good brother, a great one even, but not even he is immune to the young adult lust that seems to plague everyone the moment they step foot in their twenties. you were thankful he had the decency to shove you out of the hotel room as he and the blonde he’d met at some club stumbled in. the sock was on the door and you knew the rules. it was late, everyone was drunk and you were homeless.
this isn’t your first time and so you sat down on the hallway and laid your head on your knees, hoping you’ve had enough beer to put your right to sleep. unfortunately for you, you had not. you played your music player, as loud as you dared, to drown out the sound of your brother behind the closed door. gross, but so fucking familiar. you could utter one word to your parents and this entire thing would stop but you and nico have always covered up for each other when it matters. and besides, you're sure if your mother knew, not only would she forbid you to join your brother with this travels, you wouldn’t put it past her to completely stop him from racing if these were what he’s up to.
“hey,” you looked up at the voice wishing your brother had at least thrown you out with your earphones. lewis was all lanky frame and a bare torso.
“sorry,” you say, the german accent ebbing away at the end of your words as you tone down your music player. “was the music too loud?”
he smiled, effortlessly and as though you’ve been best friends for years. “nah. i heard you got the boot. figured you could use a refuge.”
you’d smiled brilliantly at him. a silly crush had formed the first time you met him that first testing in barcelona. you’d been envious of his raw talent, first time in an f1 car and yet somehow already exponentially better than his peers. at the start, he’d been racing for mclaren but most teams booked the same hotels and sometimes, they ended up on the same floor.
his hotel room is much like the one you shared with your brother but only containing one bed contrary to two. that night, you’d gotten in his good graces, sharing jokes and laughs and maybe you’d gotten into his good books too. and at one point, you thought of his heart.
with you and lewis, it was an auspicious start and you should have known with a beginning like that, the end was inevitable. something started that night in that hallway. for you, that’s where it all began. you’ve given lewis years of your life – always meeting him in the hallway, always sneaking into his sheets and always trying to work it out. it ended in a hallway too – he’d left you and you stood there hoping you could work it out for too long, years maybe. but then, you learned to walk away and you got better.
seeing him here tonight, another sparse but posh place felt like you’d walked into a time machine – like you’d just left his bedroom. his hair is long, braids tied back in a ponytail like the night he’d left you. you thought you’d left that hallway years ago but you now realized you were still there, waiting and waiting and waiting for him to come back.
you watched him, his back to you but you could tell by the loop of his stride and the set of his shoulders that it was him. he’s yet to see you. if he had, he must have been disinterested. apathy is the worst. you hated it more than hate. but that doesn’t feel quite right. lewis has never shown disinterest in you. even back before you’d wind up in his hotel room, he was polite but never uninterested.
that night, he’d set you up with a controller and beer. you’d played some game you can’t quiet remember until ridiculously late. it wasn’t until you’d beaten him for the fourteenth time that he began complaining.
“you’re really good,” he finally admits defeat.
you shrugged. “ yeah. why aren’t you better?”
“i sleep a lot.”
“everywhere?” you asked, selecting another round.
he nodded and you started playing again. “pretty much anywhere i can. the schedule is crazy, i’m always on planes and i hate sleeping there so i sleep pretty much wherever i can–”
“why aren’t you sleeping now?” you cut off, a childish habit you’ve been trying to outgrow.
“it’s ironic,” he says with a laugh. “i can’t sleep after the race. i’m all wound up and tired the next day but then we’re on a plane before i can blink so i sleep where i can.”
“so you miss out on video games,” you finish for him.
he gives you a dimpled smile and suddenly you felt so happy he’d opened his door for you.
it wasn’t until you caught him yawning for the sixth time that you called him out for it. “tired? ready for bed?”
he looked sheepish. “yeah, should probably sleep. sorry.”
“no,” you got up and picked up your trash of beer cans. “i’ll go. just let me see if my damn brother is done with it.”
you’d poked your head out the hallway and immediately heard the sounds you absolutely hated coming from behind the door of your shared hotel room when you pulled you back.
“no. you can stay here. i just meant i needed to lay down.”
you nodded. you aren’t too proud for the couch and you would have taken the carpeted floor over the dirty hallway. “i’ll stay on the couch. the floor out there must have a thousand germs living in it. maybe even more than germs. imagine where the shoes passing by it daily have been at. i’d probably get a rash if i slept there. i’m prone to getting rashes.”
stop talking. you needed to stop fucking talking. to your benefit, he looked more than amused by your rambling.
“no,” he says, sounding sheepish again. “this isn’t me flirting with you, k?”
he paused for your reaction but your three am, beer infested brain is sluggish and so you just stared until he continued.
“i figured you could sleep with me, just to sleep. i like a body next to me…” he trailed off and looked down at his feet. the toe of his right sock had a hole near his big toe and you could see why – his nail needed a clip. then you chastised yourself for having noticed such an insignificant detail as he continued. “that is if you’re comfortable with it, of course.”
before you could think it through, you nod. “you seem tired. you should head to bed.”
he nods too. “i like being around people, just gets tiring to be on all the time.”
“you can turn off with me.” you meant it.
“i know,” he said it with the confidence of someone you’ve known your entire life. “i can tell. i think i can trust you – won’t need to confiscate your phone.”
you laughed. “well good luck there, love. never relinquishing my phone. only thing i have to reassure my parents that me and my stupid brother are still alive.”
he laughed then yawned.
“bed?” you suggest and he nods in confirmation, walking towards the bed and pulling you behind him.
“you can have a shirt if you want.”
“no, i can sleep in this,” you say as you sat down on the right side of the bed, pushing off your shoes and neatly tucking your socks in them.
“not in jeans,” he shook his head. “that’s so uncomfortable. i’m not sleeping with my trousers.”
“feel free,” you say. “your bed and all.”
“well i don’t want your jeans rubbing all over my legs.”
you relent, changing out of your jeans and into his shirt that reached your mid thigh before you slipped back under the covers and shut the light. and that was how you came to sleep next to lewis hamilton for years of your life.
and so it goes. lewis’ room became your escape. at first, it was only nights when nico would be accompanied by a girl or when you’d be unceremoniously shoved out of your room and into the hallway. whenever your brother pulled that move, the door somewhere in the floor would open, lewis’ head poking out with a knowing smile as though the two of you shared inside jokes the world didn’t know about.
at some point, you’d wondered if he’d been waiting for you as you wouldn’t even have to knock before his door would be open. most nights, you’d flop on the couch, turn on the television or some game you’d beat him at.
eventually though, his room would open for you even on nights where you hadn’t been kicked out. he’d be waiting for you in the hallway as though he knew you’d always come. you did, of course, meet him night after night. perhaps your brother wondered where you were going or perhaps he didn’t care enough. either way, you’d disappear each night and come back the next morning.
“what do you want from room service?’ the phone was pressed to his ear, and really, with every hotel you vacate, each menu pretty much holds the same.
“uhh, maybe some pizza?” you looked up at him, surprised he wasn’t waiting for you to make eye contact. lewis, as you’d unfortunately learned, is pretty big on eye contact and physical touch. you’d memorized the dark brown in his pupils and the creases under his eyes. instead though, his eyes were glued to your bare legs. you’d worn your sleeping shorts with your baggy shirt, comfortable enough in his presence you didn’t feel the need to dress up.
when he realized you’d caught him staring, he jerked up his eyes to meet yours, embarrassment coating his face as he gave you a small, apologetic smile, eyes shining that you were more than willing to overlook his wandering eyes. though you feel the path that his gaze had left over your legs, warm but somehow cold at the same time.
“i’m sorry, what?” lewis suddenly said into the phone, turning away from the big distraction you had been, leaving you completely breathless as you pulled the blanket over you in an attempt to hide the goosebumps that had risen from your interaction.
you’d been sharing a bed every night since you began coming over to his room more frequently. the bed sharing was completely platonic, of course. it was more that lewis is too much of a gentleman to let you sleep on the couch. the bed is more often than not, king sized and so it isn’t completely unlikely for the two of you to wake up on opposite ends of the mattress.
yet somehow, something shifted that night. perhaps it was his wandering gaze realizing that you are, in fact, a woman but that night, you had woken up with his octopus limbs wrapped around you, completely burrowed to your side as his breath fanned the delicate skin of your neck. he held onto you tightly, both legs and arms tangled with yours and his bare chest is hard against your back, your hair all over his face.
you stayed there longer than you knew, feeling the heat even with your shirts separating your skins. you feel the rise and fall of his chest, arms only tightening around you whenever you make any small movement. you can hear the softest snore escaping him as his breath tickles your skin.
and for the first time, you imagine what it would be like to wake up to this everyday – to have his wandering eyes on your body without the apologetic smile that follows, to have his calloused hands on your skin with no boundaries or rules to follow, to have him hold you and touch you in places you’ve never been touched before.
and then he shifted and his eyes were fluttering open and lewis moved away from you, robbing you of the warmth you’d been cocooned in all night. he knew, of course. you know he knew because he’d refused to meet your eyes that morning. instead, you went back to your hotel room reeking of his cologne sticking to your skin.
and maybe if either of you had said anything that day about what was already brewing between you, you would’ve been saved from a thousand hurts.
even years after your meetings in the hallways, even back home, you wondered what it would be like to wake up besides lewis again. you wondered if he’d woken up holding another girl the same way he held you. it had been years after your fateful goodbye that you decided you had to make a conscious effort to stop, erasing your consideration of him from your day to day life. you had to teach yourself to seek your own interest and pleasure.
the yearning for him is what you remember the most. it was your constant companion. your shadow was long and dwarfed you when you slept in his arms but didn’t have a room in his heart. it cast itself like it was noon when you were sure of your place in his life only to grow long in absence. when you were apart, your need for him was huge, overshadowing you. you were no longer a person with likes and dislikes and a personality. for years of your life, you’d lived for lewis.
on your final separation, you’d realized that the shadow had become greater than yourself, so large that there was nothing left of you.
though until now, you wonder if you had made such a big impression on him that he had on you. you suspected you were more like an amenity provided by whichever hotel you both found yourselves tangled in.
you were being unkind to yourself. he would be disappointed. you wish you didn’t care.
you’re still watching the back of his head as he makes his way away from you and into the elevator, to the next place without you. he’s surrounded by people and you can hear his voice, sending shivers throughout your whole body. you know the tone well. he’s teasing the shorter man next to him and though you can’t hear the words, you know that the guy’s tone is low and full of affection. the short man wraps an arm around the woman amongst their group and you wonder if his affection is towards her or lewis.
probably lewis. he’s always provoked that response in strangers. ever the most charming and most polite.
his finger extends to press the buttons on the elevator and you’re distracted by them, still frozen in place since the last five minutes. you’ve watched the skinny digits grip a steering wheel and pluck at your nipples and your body twinges at the memory. however, your attention strays from his knuckles as your eye catches the cluster of silver near the top of his palm.
and your breath hitches, he couldn’t possibly still be wearing that ring. when his hand pulls back, the light catches the metal circle and you can almost read the words engraved on the metal band. you know what it says, your wish for him as he was surrounded by all the chaos. it was what you’d hoped you gave him in each of the rooms you shared.
a moment of peace.
his head rises up and the mirror next to the elevator doors catches his attention. your focus shifts to where he’s looking.
he’s looking at you.
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tr / rbr / ferrari / am seb x race engineer fem oc ⋆ documentary style with a total of 15 seasons, each one with its own plot (pay attention to warnings at the beginning of each chapter!)
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JULY 2022. Four-time Formula 1 champion, Sebastian Vettel, announces his retirement by the end of the 2022 season via his recently created Instagram account. The main reason behind this important decission? The necessity of being close to his wife, his kids and, especially, not missing key moments in their lives.
However, around the German's mind there is an idea that, even if it is a bit contradictory to his beliefs of having a private personal life, it is required due to the hard criticism both him and his wife, Diana, had to face during their whole carreers, especially at the beginning of them and, of course, when they both met.
There was no doubt that, even people loved Sebastian and Diana Vettel, better known as the paddock royalty, they were during years the villains of a story full of secrets, lies and manipulation.
prologue: i hereby announce my retirement
TORO ROSSO
2008SEASON 1: MEETING
Where Diana decides to give a chance to the world she has dreamed about since she was a child, without knowing that not only will she meet her future husband, but also that carving out a place in Formula 1 is not as easy as she definitely already imagined, especially being a woman, an university student and intern of the Toro Rosso internship.
part 1: meeting
part 2.1: first victory (part 1)
part 2.2: first victory (part 2)
part 3: do you really want us to try?
part 4: i wanna be there, with you
part 5: you'll find me in the stars
REDBULL RACING
2009SEASON 2: SHE'S NOT HANNA
It is a fact that Diana and Sebastian are becoming closer. Both of them are beginning to see each other as something more than just friends, hiding their feelings, but the weight of the secret that Seb has a girlfriend looms over them. Will the golden boy be able to be honest with the girl he seems to be obsessed about, Diana, and her girlfriend, Hanna, or will some consequences of that secret be the tip of the iceberg of the ruin of the RedBull intern's life?
part 1: this is the least i could do
part 2.1: she's not hanna
part 2.2: happy birthday, di!
part 3: so... you're going
part 4: why have you lied to me?
part 5: rosberg, is this a date?
part 6: i forgive you, seb
2010SEASON 3: LEAVE
description coming soon because there are huge season 2: she's not hanna spoilers
part 1: i never hid I was dating *spoilers*
part 2: stop talking shit about her
part 3: i wish you left
part 4: you're on your own, kid
part 5: you're not hanna, and never will be her
part 6: this is why no one loves you
part 7: talent or just a nice face?
part 8: leave
2011SEASON 4: HOW YOU GET THE GIRL
description coming soon because there are huge season 3: leave spoilers
part 1: oops, he did it again
part 2: how you get the girl
part 3: everything is a thousand times better with you
part 4: hold on to hope
part 5: this feels like family
part 6: this is much better than driving, seb
part 7: is history repeating itself?
part 8: the sunshine of my life
2012SEASON 5: THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT US
description coming soon because there are huge season 4: how you get the girl spoilers
part 1: kimi, you're our only hope
part 2: let's make birthday sex a tradition
part 3: alonso, don't say anything
part 4: i trusted you, webber
part 5: mum, you should move with dad
part 6: you say sorry just for show
part 7: we're dating
2013SEASON 6: LET'S PLAY A LOVEGAME
description coming soon because there are huge season 5: they don't know about us spoilers
part 1: fuck multi 21, i wanna fuck you
part 2: stay calm and let me eat you out
part 3: we have to remember this days
part 4: she's pregnant
part 5.1: life and death: death
part 5.2: life and death: life
2014SEASON 7: HER NAME IS EMILY
description coming soon because there are huge season 6: let's play a lovegame spoilers
part 1: congratulations!
part 2: runaway baby
part 3: your body, your choice
part 4: we're having a baby
part 5: you have to take a break
part 6: first baby's first party
part 7: her name is emily
part 8: wildest dreams
part 9: you're not fucking leaving
FERRARI
SEASON 8 (2015), SEASON 9 (2016), SEASON 10 (2017), SEASON 11 (2018), SEASON 12 (2019) AND SEASON 13 (2020) TBA
ASTON MARTIN
SEASON 14 (2021) AND SEASON 15 (2022) TBA
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shunt your lovers, kiss your enemies ! jenson b. x ofc (hunt!driver!ofc)
summary: julia james ‘jj’ hunt was the first woman to ever land herself a seat in the formula one grid back in 2000s and jenson button was the person to end that all thanks to his championship celebration and their roller coaster dynamic that started way before they teamed up in brawn gp. OR, thirteen years after her forced retirement jj hunt was blessed with their two children and a fortunate case of rivalry gone right.
content warning: use of explicit language, brief mentions of inappropriate behaviour (harassment) from fans, james hunt daughter!ofc, mentions pregnancy (dad!jenson), enemies/rivals-teammates to lovers, nico rosberg spilling teas, f1 grid banters, peak jenson era mentioned (i’m a slut for him i’m sorry), williams family x ofc (platonic)
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liked by georgerussell63, alex_albon, lewishamilton
williamsracing babe come back the kids miss you 😢
alex_albon i second that 😭 liked by jjhunt
logansargeant was very happy to finally meet you 🥲 liked by jjhunt
user1 did jj just adopt the two williams drivers???
user2 she’s in her first race suit and she took her first car on a ride 😭 i love this sm
landonorris can we all collectively agree that if it wasn’t for jb we’d still have her racing— even in mercedes?? liked by jjhunt
georgerussell63 i’d gladly lose my seat just to have her race 🙏
charles_leclerc i’d give her mine to be honest
oscarpiastri she’d look better in mclaren than he did 🤥
danielricciardo i can’t help but agree— the fact that i’ve never raced with her still baffles me to this day 🙃🙃 liked by jjhunt
user3 lmfaoooo the whole grid’s just bullying jenson as of this point 😭😭😭
user4 he did that to himself 💅🤷♀️✨
jensonbutton aren’t i glad that half of these guys are uncles to our children 🙄🙄 liked by jjhunt
jjhunt you could’ve at least let me pull a nicorosberg and given me a child after i win but i guess not 🤷♀️
user4 LMAO POOR JENSON 💀
nicorosberg this is why we don’t kiss our enemies, jj 🙄 liked by jjhunt
jjhunt bold of you to assume we only did kissing 😳
nicorosberg didn’t really assume it when i got a firsthand traumatic experience with walking in on you two
user5 NICO STOP TALKING 😩😩
user6 i’m starting to think that the “insiders” the fast lane daily and the race n rumors were referring to was just nico all along 😭😭
user7 someone please tell nico to spill the tea— LIKE WDYM ITS NOT JUST JENSON’S CHAMPIONSHIP CELEBRATION?!
hunt-button kids:
jodie hunt button + julian hunt button
p.s. jenson and jj were called ‘the brawn j²’
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