A Gewis Press Conference On The 1st Of May, 2025 At The Miami GP

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,”

Paolini out. Lewis only scoring 6th and being overtaking by a Kick Sauber. Max crashing into George. What a Sunday🙃

But you always gotta look on the bright side of life. Isack Hadjar did great and is happy, and if he’s happy I‘m happy. Alcaraz did the kindest thing and is (once again) my hero and won!! And so did Iga!!

"Locked in: Quali time ⏱️" - may 17, 2025 📷 @.scuderiaferrari / instagram

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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Mercedes PR team watching Kimi admit to committing credit card fraud on a podcast

this is tennis

the crowd singing "DU DU DU DU Max Verstappen" during the podium is so iconic

Going Public - Lewis Hamilton

Summary : after date night, Lewis is trying to convince Y/N to go public and to stop keeping their relationship a secret

“It could be simpler, you know,” Lewis put his seatbelt on and started the car. “What do you mean, babe?” Frowning, you put your purse on your lap and looked at him as he immediately lowered the volume of the radio. You and Lewis had just spent the evening at a restaurant and as usual when you two went together in public, you had to be quick whenever you went outside and everything was pretty rushed and stressful for the both of you.

“We’ve been together for months now.. I think that maybe now would be the time to stop being so secretive about our relationship. What do you think?” He looked at you quickly before focusing his eyes back on the road. It was pretty late in the evening, the inside of the car was dark and the only kind of light you got were from the street lights. Lewis was wearing all black, the street lights reflecting in his golden jewelry - earrings, rings and bracelets. He knew how much you loved golden jewelry on him

You two had been together for at least 8 months at that point and your relationship was strong. Despite the fact that you were both living two opposite lives when you first met, you two had a connection that always felt natural and easy. The thing was that you also loved the life that you had built for yourself before you even met him. Despite the love that you had for him, you knew you had worked hard to make your own money and to have your own place and your independence, and you didn’t feel ready yet to let go of everything that you had built for yourself. That side of your personality was one of the reasons why Lewis fell so hard for you when he really didn’t expect it to happen... but then, a few months later, even though he had never explicitly told you about it up until that point, he was starting to feel like it was time to make some adjustments so that your relationship could be more enjoyable for you both.

“I’m just saying, babe - it could be simpler,” he insisted when he stopped at a red light. “Do you mean.. it could be simpler if our relationship was public?” “Yes, that’s what I mean,” he checked the rear view mirror, looking more tense than he usually did, as usual when he was the one driving. You drove on the way to the restaurant and he insisted on driving the way back even though you offered to drive again. He always felt competitive on the road and drove recklessly in your opinion, which always made you nervous even though you knew he never would’ve deliberately put you in danger. “I mean, why not? I never really thought about it in depth, hun,” he wheezed, shaking his head, surprised by your answer, and started driving again, “you’ve ‘never really thought about it?’” “I didn’t mean it like that, Lew. And I thought you were okay with us not being public,” “I was -I mean, I’m okay with it I guess-“ you thought he was going to continue but he didn’t, and he turned his gaze to the road again, clearly searching for the right words. “It’s just that I don’t mind staying in the shadows at all, I don’t need attention from the media or the fans. I’m good if all the attention is just on you; you and your career are the priority anyway,”. You were aware that saying that while talking about any other relationship would be a huge red flag, but your relationship with Lewis was completely different. You knew his priority was his career and you respected that, and treated it as your priority as well. He stayed focused on it too, though a lot of things changed his perspective on things when he fell in love with you - and he made sure you knew you were also one of his priorities. There were a few seconds of silence until the light turned green and he started driving again. “I know that; I know you don’t want attention from the public and the media. You know, I know that maybe I’m being selfish.. but it would be easier for me, that’s all,” he cleared his throat and continued, “Think about it; you fly multiple times a month to see me anyway. When I’m not working, I’m with you when you’re here or I’m just constantly on my phone, talking to you whenever possible,” you were quite surprised by what he was saying, as he never expressed any real desire for going public before. Plus, it was rare for him to talk in length about his feelings, even with you. “When I see the other guys with their girlfriends and wives, I just wish you were there too sometimes. I could do the same and have you there with me too, and not be in love in secret like we’re hiding something bad or something. I truly don’t give a shit about what people might think, in case you’re wondering. I haven’t been linked to any other women since I’ve met you, and things have changed a lot in my life these past few months anyway.. I don’t see why me being in a relationship publicly would be a problem,” he stopped at another red light and looked at you again, waiting for you to react. “Honey, I had no idea you were feeling that way,” you said sincerely. “Well I do, I’d love to have you with me just on race days for example. That would change a lot of things for me - positively. And date nights like this one could be so much nicer. Not having to be in a rush and hide, and having to find a place where we won’t be seen. It could happen more often too. I’d feel much more comfortable in general, you know,” his hand went on your thigh and you laced your fingers with his instinctively. You were wearing a dress that night, and the feeling of his warm, soft hand on your thigh made you shiver. You had a thing for his hands and his soft touch - that, he knew as well. “I hear you. You’re right, we’ve been together for a while now, and maybe it’s time to take things to the next level,”

To you he was just Lew, not Lewis Hamilton, the Legend everyone knew him to be. He was the man who left tender kisses on your bare back the mornings when you were still sleeping and he had to go workout, the man that cuddled with you for hours while watching movies, the man that made you cry from laughter sometimes multiple times a day, the man with whom you had pillow fights in the middle of the night sometimes. He was always so tender, protective and loving to you; he showed you a completely different side of him and you cherished that. He planned romantic dates, surprised you, took care of you in every way a woman would love to be taken care of. He was also the person that taught you how to surf - and that became one of your favorite activities to do together. You loved how close he was with his parents, and you got on really well with them. You felt so lucky every day for the life that you had in that moment of your life, and you truly cherished your relationship with Lewis. The only downside to your relationship with him was the fame and all the pressure that came with it, especially for him. Other than that, he was the perfect boyfriend - despite his reputation with women and the bachelor lifestyle he had before meeting you.

He leaned in for a kiss, and you gently put your hand on his jawline to kiss him. Him being that close, you could smell his cologne (which has become such a comforting smell to you) more strongly. You felt his soft skin under your fingers, as well as his beard. He broke the kiss and quickly said “will you please come with me to the next race?”, and then pecked your lips again quickly. “Please?” he pulled away and you couldn’t help but melt inside. You thought he was just too cute for words sometimes. “The next race - already?” He focused back on the road and started driving again “why not?” “I wasn’t even supposed to join you that weekend, Lew,” “… But I’d like you to,” you didn’t say anything, thinking about it. You loved spending time with him, but sometimes balancing your normal life, including your average full time job, and Lewis’ lifestyle was difficult for you. You told yourself you’d bring it up soon, since Lewis wanted to take things to the next level anyway. “You know what - I’m in. If you want me there, then I’ll be there,” you smiled.

“If you want me there then I’ll be there” was something you told him every time he invited you somewhere. No matter what, he knew that you’d show up for him when he wanted/needed you to. He turned to you again with sparkling eyes, not being able to keep himself from smiling like a kid, “Alright then, I’ll make all the arrangements. Does Friday evening to Sunday evening sound good?” “Yes, Sir,”. He kept his focus on the road, unable to keep himself from smiling “I’m happy, baby. I can’t wait”

my two worlds merging I love it😭

George’s nod of approval after Jannik scored a great point

Haymitch and his ducklings