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Hurts so bad, I don't know what you want from me
You know I'm trying, you know I'm trying
And now we're hanging on by a heartbeat
You know I'm trying, I was always trying
Maybe if you let me be your lover
Maybe if you tried, then I would not bother
I've been hating everything, everything that could have been
Could have been my anything, now everything's embarrassing
what needs to happen tomorrow:
- no fucked up strategies
- no papaya rules (or whatever other teams call team orders)
- PIA-VER-HAM podium
current summary of the sprint race:
Hellooo I have been lurking on tumbler for a while and decided it while be fun to post my art hare :)
I'm just dumping some of my f1 drawings hare
Idk how your supposed to tag stuff so I'm just putting every tag i can think of and hope for the best :D
i think about them every. single. day.
well....
🕯️ manifesting this podium 🕯️
uh so was gonna congratulate george but fuck. congratulations to lewis my king on p1. and oscar and charles on p2 and p3.
i mean george's car was underweight so i understand but i still feel veryyy icky about the whole situation. it was his team's fault not his. i would set everything on fire rn if i was george.
this season has given me nothing but anxiety.
do some of you genuinely have nothing better to do than hate on another person? just because they're disappointed and are openly displaying their disappointment? do you think that if you were in place of that boy, you wouldn't be disappointed and disheartened? of course he's gonna be hungry to win more. that's the point of all sports. do you think your favs will be happy to see you talk absolute bullshit and be cruel to another one of their friends? max and lando said they were fine. SO THEY'RE FINE. how hard is it for all of you to move on? and even if they aren't fine, IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. i keep saying this again and again, please stop hating on others, funnel that energy towards supporting your favs.
all this shit about anti-lando norris is just fucking cruel. of course he's upset. some of you make me fucking sick in the stomach and you should be ashamed of yourself that you have nothing better in your life than hate on someone. this goes to not just lando haters but every single one of the people who just hate online. it makes me sad that you're so full of hatred and miserable. go out and touch grass. reconnecting with nature will help.
anyways,
MY KING WON. sir lewis hamilton. back on the top step. i cried for like half an hour. he deserves this so so so much. and max never fails to amaze me with his absolute fucking monster talent. he's a machine. and of course lando p3. mclaren fucked up during the pitstops. but a 3-4 is really not bad. mclaren seem to be doing very well so far.
and i am so fucking pissed at ferrari. idek what the fuck they think they're doing. and ofcourse george. i cried when thaat happened. but hey again, it's racing.
all in all i'm so proud of all of the boys. one of my fav races of 2024, for sure.
LEWIS!! LEWISBAHAKWKWLABAHGSUWIKWANAHKALA!!!!!!!! LEWISSSSSSSSSSSSS! FATHER WON. FUCKING FINALLY. MY KING. HE DESERVES THIS SO MUCH. YAY.
IFJEHFNXN IM CJREMAJSNGNGNJE ???NXHXB?N? SIR LEWIS HAMILTON
its going to take me years to recover from this
I am so glad you liked it! I specialize in the fluffy type of fanfics ☺️, thank you for reblogging!
Hi I was the one requested the two Lewis Hamilton imagine and the Carlos sainz imagine and I was also the one who sent you the message about the Daniel Ricardo imagine and I have one more request you can take your time on this one I really don't care but another Lewis Hamilton imagine well I don't know Lewis's walking in a park or somewhere and he finds a straight dog or puppy or whatever and he takes it to the closest vet in the reader is a veterinarian and yeah whenever you want to do from there it's all up to you so yeah
🥰🫶🇲🇽
Oh that sounds nice, Lewis is definitely the type to do right by a stray dog
Puppy Love
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Vet!Reader
Summary: while playing fetch with Roscoe at the park, he finds an abandoned dog and takes him to the nearest vet office and crushes on the pretty vet attending the dog
Warning: spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: i think I just successfully convinced my mom that we should go to Monaco for vacation 🫢. Well, we are going to Nice, France and then take a bus to Monaco so I can see the Prince’s car collection. Maybe I’ll post pictures here
Lewis decided to bring Roscoe with him to New York and being the good dog owner he is, he took Roscoe out to the park in the morning, bringing a frisbee to play fetch with.
“Alright, buddy, you ready to play fetch?” Lewis asked and Roscoe barked in agreement, wiggling his butt. “Go long, boy!” Lewis says as he tossed the frisbee, Roscoe being a good boy and ran as fast as he could to get the frisbee. However, the frisbee landed in front of another dog, making Roscoe bark.
Lewis was alerted by the usually calm dog’s bark and rushed over to see what Roscoe had seen and right before his eyes, there was a Pekingnese puppy just under a year, shivering, covered in mud.
“Hi buddy.” Lewis cooed at the puppy, trying to appear as approachable as possible. It seems to work because the puppy started inching towards him. “There you go, a little bit closer, little guy.” Lewis said until the puppy because close enough so he could carry him. The little puppy leaned into his embrace. “Cold little bugger, aren’t you? Alright, let’s go see if you’re chipped, alright? Come on, Roscoe.” Lewis said, putting Roscoe’s leash back on.
Since the puppy didn’t have a collar, he couldn’t use Roscoe’s extra leash to walk him. He was walking Roscoe while carrying the puppy in his arms and walked until they reached an animal clinic. Lewis walked in and went straight up to the front desk.
“Alright, please sign in and we’ll get to you shortly.” The receptionist said and Lewis did just that. Everything was fine until the puppy started howling in his arms.
“What’s wrong, fella?” Lewis asked the puppy, inspecting him. “Shit, he has something in his paw. Can you see him, please? He’s only a puppy and I just found him in the street.”
“Alright, come on in and wait for the vet to see you.” The receptionist said and Lewis walked in with Roscoe. When Lewis placed the puppy on the table, that’s when he realized the puppy had a slight limp. He hadn’t noticed because of how long the puppy’s fur was. Lewis was comforting the puppy when he heard the door open.
“Okay, Lewis Hamilton?” The vet said.
“Hi, yes, that’s me. Lewis said nervously.
“I’m Y/N, I’ll be your vet today. What brings in this little cutie, today?” You said petting the puppy.
“Um i was in the dog park with my bulldog and we found him. He didn’t have a collar, I brought him in to see if he was chipped but apparently he has a limp as well.” Lewis said.
“Right, I’ll just take his vitals before checking if there is a chip to see if there are signs of malnourishment considering the conditions you found him in.” You said, putting on your stethoscope to listen to the puppy. The puppy whimpered but you managed to calm him down enough so he would stay still. “His vitals are fine, feels a bit underweight, you can’t tell under that fur but I’ll weigh him shortly. I’ll bring in the scanner to check if there is a chip.”
You walked out and Lewis was thinking about how beautiful you were. Young too, thinking you were in your late twenties to early thirties. Lewis was comforting Roscoe who seemed just as nervous as the puppy. You then came back with the scanner and waved it over the puppy,
“Huh, this poor guy doesn’t seemed chipped. Buts that’s okay little fella, I’m sure this nice man over here will take you in.” You cooed as the puppy, making him was his tail as you looked at Lewis with puppy dog eyes, tryna guilt him into owning another dog.
“I’m not sure if I can…” Lewis started.
“Dude, you’re an F1 driver, you seem to be taking care of Roscoe perfectly fine, what’s one more dog? Plus, who knows how the shelter will be, he could get adopted by some bad people.” You tried to convince him
“I Don’t think that’s very professional of you.” Lewis teased.
“May not be, but at least I’d know he’ll be going to a good home.” You said. “Just think about it, I have to go weigh the fella. Let’s go, baby.” You said, carrying the puppy outside the room to weight him. Roscoe just stared up at Lewis, who was also guilting him.
“Not you too.” Lewis whined, making Roscoe huff. “Alright, fine, I’ll bring him in.” You then came back in the room.
“Good news, he’s only like 3 pounds underweight, should be an easy fix, he just doesn’t eat as much as he should. His limp a,so appears to be a sprain, I’ll give you some pain medication for him, along with some supplements that should improve his joint health. Now, what are you going to name this beautiful baby boy?” You asked.
“You’re laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?” Lewis asked.
“I’m trying to get him adopted by you so yeah.” You said.
“I’m going to name him Miracle.” Lewis said, petting the newly named puppy.
“Okay, Miracle Hamilton it is. I’ll get everything prepared you, okay?” You said before walking out. Lewis carried Miracle and grappled Roscoe’s leash to wait in the waiting room for you. “Okay, here’s the medication and a list of supplements that I recommend you should buy…along with my number.”
“Your number? Are you flirting with me, Y/N?” Lewis asked with a flirty smile.
“I am, this way you can call me if you need with Miracle or if you just want to talk. Up to you, of course.” You told him.
“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you, have a great day, guys.” Lewis said, walking out with his old friend and new puppy. He started buying puppy food for Miracle’s breed, a few toys, a leash, collar, everything a new dog needs.
When Lewis made it to the apartment, he let Miracle and Roscoe get acquainted while he stares at your number. After having the two dogs stare at him, he caved. “Hey, Y/N, It’s me, Lewis, I don’t have to be in Maranello for another 2 weeks, you want to go out Friday night?” Lewis asked.
“I would love to.” You said, Lewis could hear the smile on your face and that made him smile as well.
The End
Hope y’all liked it! Sorry I’ve been inactive
LEWIS HAMILTON WIN 104, MY GOAT AND STILL BREAKING RECORDS!! NOBODY DOES IT LIKE HIM 💜💜
And yeaaaah, I think we can do that giving the race
Can someone explain to me when did Nico Rosberg bite him?
Lewis, after the sprint race: I've never seen rain in Miami
Seb, who said this in 2022: ...Seriously, Lewis?
Lando, after the quali: Unusual weather for Miami
Seb, somewhere in Germany: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, LANDO?!
Sebastian: I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU AND YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME. AND I WAS RIGHT!!!!
He's probably so smug there, watching all the chaos of today unfold
Aaaaaand one more! Everyone finished!
You know, I'm not a fan of Lewis, but even I have to say, I hurt to my deepest core when they get hurt. Something can happen, man.
Fuck. They’re our family. They might be our rivals in the track, but that's it.
Their lives is more significant than anything else. Having said that if you’ll unfollow me for that, have at it.
I’m just glad LH44 is okay.
To all the fans who just started cheering when Lewis crashed:
Fuck you
If Lewis Hamilton can get Lauryn Hill out of the house, to an event, ON TIME...
I have to believe he can fix Ferrari.
shattered promises || lh44 x reader
|| pairings: lewis hamilton x reader, platonic f1 grid x reader
|| angst
|| from the author: read angst hcs of f1 so i had to write one please remember this is just fictional, a work of my imagination
-fic under the cut-
The family home buzzed with chatter and laughter, the scent of home-cooked meals filling the air as everyone gathered for yet another event—one of many you’d grown used to over the years. Normally, these events made you feel content, like you belonged to something stable, a network of love that kept you grounded. You found comfort in them, and in Lewis, who stood beside you. His hand rested at the small of your back as you mingled with relatives, the familiar warmth of his touch steadying you.
But tonight was different. There was an undercurrent of tension you couldn’t quite place, a gnawing discomfort that tugged at your chest the longer the evening stretched on. Every so often, you caught your sister casting glances at Lewis—glances that felt too intimate, too knowing. At first, you brushed it off. You trusted them both implicitly; after all, your sister was family, and Lewis was the love of your life. The man who whispered sweet promises of forever in your ear on quiet nights, the man who made you feel like you were his world.
But something was wrong. You could feel it in the way Lewis’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes whenever he looked at you, or in the way your sister seemed nervous, her laughter too forced when they interacted. The uneasy feeling festered as the night wore on, growing harder to ignore.
It all came to a head when you excused yourself from a conversation with some cousins, needing a moment to breathe and collect your racing thoughts. As you walked down the hallway, seeking a quiet corner of the house, you heard it. Muffled voices. The soft murmur of your sister’s voice, mixed with Lewis’s low, frantic tones.
You froze, heart hammering in your chest as you stood just outside the door. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but something kept you rooted to the spot. You couldn’t stop yourself.
“Lewis, we can’t do this,” your sister’s voice whispered urgently, panic clear in her tone. “It was a mistake.”
“I know, I know,” Lewis replied, his voice strained. “It was a one-time thing. We were drunk, we weren’t thinking… but we can’t let her find out.”
Her. You.
The words hit you like a sledgehammer, and the air seemed to vanish from your lungs. Your mind raced, a sickening realization dawning on you as the blood rushed in your ears. You felt your knees wobble, the floor beneath you seeming to fall away as the betrayal washed over you in suffocating waves.
You pushed the door open, your hands trembling. Their heads snapped toward you, faces drained of color as they registered your presence. Your sister’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Lewis stepped forward, panic and guilt written all over his face.
“Y/N…,” he began, his voice shaking. “Please, let me explain.”
Your throat burned as you tried to speak, but the words got stuck. Tears welled up in your eyes, hot and unstoppable, as you took in the sight of them together. Your sister—the person you had grown up with, confided in, trusted more than anyone else in the world. And Lewis, the man who had sworn he would never hurt you.
“How could you?” you finally choked out, voice breaking. “Both of you? My own sister, and you… Lewis, how could you do this to me?”
Your sister’s face crumpled as she stepped forward, reaching out, her voice trembling. “Y/N, it was a mistake, I swear. We were drunk, it didn’t mean anything. Please—”
“Stop,” you spat, taking a step back, your chest heaving with sobs you could no longer hold back. “Don’t say another word. Don’t try to justify it. You both knew what you were doing. Drunk or not, you knew.” You turned to Lewis, the hurt in your eyes piercing through the fog of shock that clouded your mind. “You promised me,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “You said I was your forever. Was that a lie too?”
Tears filled Lewis’s eyes as he reached out for you, desperation clawing at his every word. “No, it wasn’t. Please, Y/N, it was one mistake. One night. I was drunk—I wasn’t thinking. But I love you. I love you more than anything in this world.”
But his words fell on deaf ears. Your heart was shattered, and all you could think of was getting away. You couldn’t stand to be in the same room with them, couldn’t bear to hear any more lies. Without another word, you turned and bolted out of the house, ignoring their frantic calls as you fled into the night, tears blinding your vision.
The cool night air hit you like a slap to the face, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside you. You didn’t know where you were going; all you knew was that you needed to run, to escape the crushing weight of their betrayal. Your legs carried you down the street, feet pounding against the pavement as sobs wracked your body.
“Y/N!” Lewis’s voice rang out behind you, growing closer as he chased after you, his footsteps echoing against the empty street. “Please, don’t leave! Let me explain! I can’t live without you. I love you, please… don’t go.”
But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. His words only fueled your pain, making it harder to breathe. “Stay away from me!” you screamed, your voice breaking as your tears blurred everything around you. You were so lost in your grief that you didn’t see the car speeding down the road, didn’t hear the blaring horn until it was too late.
The impact came with a sickening thud, and the world went dark.
Lewis watched in horror as your body crumpled to the ground, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. Time seemed to freeze as he stood there, paralyzed with shock.
“No… no, no, no,” he whispered, rushing to your side. His hands trembled as he gathered your limp body into his arms, blood seeping into the pavement beneath you. “Please, no. Please don’t do this. Y/N, wake up. Wake up, please,” he begged, tears streaming down his face as he cradled you. “I wasn’t able to make it right. Let me tell her I love her one last time. I know I never deserved her, but why take her away? Why now?”
His words echoed into the night, but there was no answer. Only the silence of the empty street and the cold, lifeless body of the woman he loved more than anything.
The day of your funeral was dreary, the sky gray and overcast, as if the world itself mourned your loss. The church was packed with family, friends, and the entire F1 grid, but the air was thick with anger and blame. Lewis stood at the back, his face pale and gaunt, hollowed out by grief. His eyes, red and swollen from sleepless nights and endless tears, scanned the crowd, but no one would meet his gaze.
As the service ended, the drivers gathered around your grave, their faces hard with fury. Fernando Alonso was the first to approach him, his hand clenched into a fist.
“This is your fault,” Fernando hissed, his voice low and venomous before his fist connected with Lewis’s jaw, sending him stumbling backward. “You killed her.”
Lewis didn’t even fight back. The pain of the punch was nothing compared to the weight of his guilt. He barely reacted as the other drivers closed in, their faces a mix of rage and disgust. Max Verstappen, Sergio Pérez, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc—they all looked at him as though he were the lowest form of life.
“Stay away from her grave,” Oscar Piastri snarled, shoving Lewis back. “You don’t deserve to be here.”
Lewis stood there, unable to move, unable to defend himself as the drivers took turns spitting their anger at him. He didn’t blame them. He deserved every word, every blow. He had failed you in the worst possible way.
Your friends, Lily Muni He, Alexandra Saint Mleux, Kika Gomes, Flavy Barla, and Kelly Piquet, stood off to the side, their eyes filled with contempt as they hurled insults at him and your sister.
“You’re disgusting,” Kika spat, her eyes blazing with hatred. “How could you do this to her? She loved you.”
“And you,” Lily said, glaring at your sister, her voice trembling with fury. “How could you betray her like that? You’re her sister!”
Your family wasn’t any more forgiving. Your mother, her face streaked with tears, approached Lewis as they lowered your coffin into the ground. She slapped him across the face, her sobs tearing through the quiet.
“Why are you here?” she screamed, her voice hoarse with grief. “Go away! You have no right to be here!”
Your father turned on your sister, his face twisted with rage. “How dare you show your face here?” he growled. “You are no child of mine.”
The weight of their anger and blame was suffocating, but Lewis couldn’t leave. He couldn’t tear himself away from your grave, from the last place he would ever see you. He had lost everything—his love, his future, his world.
In the end, he stood alone, surrounded by the wreckage of his choices. You were gone, and no amount of apologies or tears could bring you back. He had destroyed the one good thing in his life, and now he would have to live with that guilt for the rest of his days.
MERCEDES 1 2???!! WHAATTTT
I currently want to post but have no ideas, my requests are open so please feel free to drop whatever promt or idea you may have for me ❤️
thinking about them tonight and the fact that nico recently said that lewis still gives his daughters christmas presents... oh they never fail to hurt me
And who are you, the proud lord said, That I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, That's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, A lion still has claws, And mine are long and sharp, my lord, As long and sharp as yours.
The Silver War as Rains from Castamere
