Who’s Doing It Like Sir Lewis Hamilton ??? Nobody.

This was everything🥺 thank you for writing this it was lovely and so emotional. Funnily, just yesterday I literally thought about a fic exactly like this and that I would love to read said fic and now here it is! Great work!!

P9 - Lewis Hamilton

Summary: a Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader one shot. Lewis joins Y/N at their hotel after getting P9 in the qualis of Bahrain.

I spent the last few days working on another one shot, which will be posted in the next few days, but I was inspired last night after seeing Lewis’ interviews 🥺 Feedback is appreciated! Enjoy

The door of your hotel suite opened suddenly as you were in the middle of eating your meal at the dinner table. Lewis and you had been texting back and forth since the end of the qualifications in Bahrain and he was obviously very upset and hard on himself. He appeared in the doorway, sadness written all over his face. You quickly swallowed the food that you were chewing and stood up slowly.

“Hi, baby,” you made your way towards him and when he looked at you it was obvious that he had cried. The sad expression on his face was killing you. You had seen all the post quali interviews and heard him on his radio apologizing profusely to his team. You knew Lewis and it was pretty obvious he was beating himself up for his performance. “Hey,” was all he said, and you hugged him tenderly. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer to him strongly. You heard him breathing heavily “shhh. I got you, baby,” was all you could say at first. The disappointment had been more intense each week, and you felt powerless seeing the man that you loved just not succeeding at what he did best. You planted a few kisses on his neck, your hands caressing his back slowly. You felt how tense he was.

“You will be fine no matter what. I believe in you, honey, we all do,” he shook his head no and pulled away from you. “I’m sorry. It’s been such a shitty week, nothing has been working for me,” “I know, I know. Things will get better eventually, let’s be patient,” “I was supposed to do better than p9, my first try wasn’t even right,” he furrowed his brows and looked down. “It happens, it’s okay,” he focused on his phone for a second and then looked up at you “‘it happens’ won’t work, I’m ruining it all. Going to Ferrari was supposed to change everything for me but I keep failing. It’s all coming from me, it wasn’t coming from Mercedes and it clearly wasn’t coming from Ferrari either,” “It’s a new car-“ he interrupted you directly “the car is way better this weekend, and Charles did a great job with it. The problem doesn’t come from the car, it comes from me,” “I’m just saying that you’re not used yet to driving a Ferrari in F1, babe. There’s muscle memory and a lot of other things that can’t be erased after just a few weeks, even for you. Give yourself some time,” he avoided eye contact and pulled back, putting his backpack on the floor, “I’m sorry babe, I just need a moment to myself. I’m going to run myself a bath, and maybe I’ll make a few calls with the team. I need to figure something out, something needs to change, otherwise I’m fucked,” he focused on his phone again, clearly texting.

“Is there anything I could do to help you?” He looked up to you quickly “no, I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” you knew Lewis’ behavior was nothing personal and it was only the reflection of how he was feeling about himself, in that moment. He was so hard on himself and he had such high expectations for himself, and you knew that would never change. He took off his shirt and went in the bathroom of the suite with the most spacious bath. “Do you want to eat something? I could order room service for you,” you said almost shyly in the doorway. He was starting to take his pants off, the water from the tub already running. “I’m not hungry, thank you,” you nodded and closed the door behind you, giving him more privacy.

You made yourself comfortable in bed, doing nothing but scrolling on TikTok to distract yourself. Two boiling hot teas were on the bedside table, just in case Lewis wanted one as well. You had been hearing him talk on the phone with his team for about an hour, when it all went quiet. A few minutes later, Lewis got out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist. You heard him make his way to the bedroom and you waited until he got closer to the bed to look up.

“I made you some tea, in case you want some. Careful, it’s boiling hot,” he forced himself to smile and thanked you. “I’ve been talking with the team, they’ve been super understanding to me.. but at the end of the day, I’m the driver and I have to do my job, which I haven’t been doing,” you stayed silent and opened your arm for him to join you in bed, which he did. He laid down on his tummy “Sometimes I think..” he buried his face in the crook of your neck for one second and then rested his head on your chest, looking at your phone screen absentmindedly. “.. I think maybe people are right and I should’ve taken the easy way out and just left F1 last December,” he admitted. Your hand landed on the back of his head, your fingers caressing his hair gently. “.. but you’re not the kind of men who prefers to do easy things, are you?” “No, I’m not” “and I’m no F1 driver, but I know being a 7-time World Champion isn’t an easy thing,” “it’s not,” he sat up on the bed, facing you. He still had the same sad expression on his face, which was devastating to you, but you told yourself you had to be positive for him in these kind of situations. You took his hand “be patient with yourself, Lew. Just because it isn’t working so far doesn’t mean you’re doomed. Hard work pays off no matter what, you know that babe. Things may not be happening in your timing, but it’s still going to happen. I believe in you, always,” a sad smile appeared on his lips and he kissed your hand. “I’m just so gutted, I thought things would be different by now,” “it will be. You’ll see; you’ll have a different perspective on things tomorrow morning,” “uhm.. I’m not looking forward to that.. I can’t believe this is where I am in my career. I know tomorrow is going to be hell for me. And the pressure that I feel from the media is insane, too. Those dumb fucking interviews..” he sighed and shook his head, looking down at your hand holding his. “I know, honey,” you didn’t know what more to say. Oh, the love that you had for this man. You hated seeing him defeated and powerless. Lewis had such a sweet, kind, genuine, passionate energy in your every day life. He was wanted to succeed so bad at Ferrari. You knew he deserved better. “Anyway, thank you for the tea, and for being you,” he forced himself to smile again and leaned in for a kiss. “I love you,” he added, and pecked your lips. “Anything for you, Sir. I love you, too,”

"I'm excited. I generally love the rain. It's gonna be tricky, but, usually when you have a qualifying like I just had, you hope for the rain. So, I hope that it stays."

AAAAAH

ALCARAZ!!! 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🎾🎾🎾🏆🏆🏆🥳🥳🥳

Lewis ignoring Ben Sulayem- as he should

Actually the most beautiful podium today, two divorced gay dads who want each other dead and their whimsical son

Happy fathers days

f1 grid | juno positions

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : every driver and which juno position from sabrina carpenter's tour suits them >.>

୨ৎ : genre : suggestive... kinda smutty idk (i don't really write smut anymore so this is a rare one...) obv some are the same positions.. i couldn't sit through an 8 minute video of all the juno positions LMFAO ୨ৎ : tws : suggestive ୨ৎ : word count : 597

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : i couldn't help but post this so soon LMFAO it was such a fun request i couldn't leave it sitting there waiting to be queued ... too good ty anon <3

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen - standing doggy no time for nonsense, just efficient execution. aggressive, locked-in, and somehow still makes you feel completely taken care of. terrifyingly good at everything, including this.

yuki tsunoda - cowgirl tiny menace. gives full chaos and control. jokes around, then ruins you. he’s in charge, not you. don’t be fooled by the baby face.

ʚ・mercedes

george russell - legs up missionary textbook performance, but with precision and tenderness. prepped for this moment like it was a championship strategy. probably asks if you’re comfortable mid-way through.

kimi antonelli - bridge young but scarily talented. pulls it off like it’s nothing and casually shrugs after. doesn’t even realize how hot he looks doing it.

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc - reverse cowgirl quiet in interviews, dramatic on the radio. gives you “hopeless romantic who pretends not to care” energy. lets you take the lead but still makes it cinematic somehow.

lewis hamilton - spooning luxury. candles. playlist curated to the vibe. everything is intentional, soft, and meaningful. says “i got you” and means it.

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris - ballet dancer starts off laughing, then surprises you with full performance energy. twirls you around like it’s a rom-com, then bites your neck for fun.

oscar piastri - tucked missionary he’s calm, quiet, and absolutely calculated. very into the technical details. doesn’t make a fuss but has you clutching the sheets like ??? how???

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso - squatting cowgirl age is just a number. balances like a yoga master, keeps eye contact, and somehow turns it into a motivational speech halfway through.

lance stroll - one-leg-up missionary chill, not flashy, but shockingly good at this exact position. leans into it casually. acts like it’s nothing but has you seeing stars.

ʚ・williams

alex albon - kneeling oral sweetest boy alive. loves making you happy more than anything. says “tell me what you like” with the softest voice. gold star giver.

carlos sainz - doggy classic. passionate. in control. the man thrives under pressure and it shows. focused, intense, and somehow turns this into a performance worthy of applause. probably whispers something in spanish that short-circuits your brain. makes you feel like it was your idea the whole time.

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman - one-leg spoon baby boy energy. tries his best. a little shy but committed. accidentally makes it romantic. 10/10 would comfort you with snacks after.

esteban ocon - missionary starts off shy, but the moment kicks in and suddenly it’s like he’s been rehearsing this in the mirror. soft-spoken, maybe even a little awkward beforehand, but he’s determined to prove himself. will absolutely debrief the whole experience afterward like it's a post-race interview.

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson - splits unsuspecting menace. looks like he’d hesitate, then surprises you with flexibility and full commitment. asks afterward if he did good. he did.

isack hadjar - the arch absolutely shows off. confident, slightly cocky, but backs it up. makes eye contact while doing it and smirks when you blush.

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly - reverse cowgirl he’s not doing the work — you are. but he’s there for the view, hands behind his head, sunglasses still on indoors. makes smug comments the entire time like, “yeah, just like that.” fully vibing while somehow still running the show. would wink at you mid-movement and say something unhinged in french.

jack doohan - cowgirl confident in theory, flustered in practice. lets you take the lead but lowkey panics when you actually do. tries to act chill but you can literally feel his heart pounding through his chest. afterward, he’s all pink-cheeked and smiley, like “that was great… did I do okay?” you reassure him. he did amazing.

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if I had a nickel every time two mclaren teammates collided on the pit straight in canada etc

Ollie: We have three projects, nine essays and five presentations due tomorrow. It's time to suffer, right Kimi?

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of course, carlos manages to post a gayer shot than anyone has posted on this hell site

just a little boy and his fifth grand slam