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whumpthemusical · 4 months
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Whump: The Musical Prompts!!
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As stated before, this challenge will run from March 1- March 31, 2024. All fandoms are welcome to participate despite it being prompts based off of musicals. Once again, all types of media are allowed. This challenge has the standard "choose one for the day" style, but feel free to do all three prompts if that's what you want to do!! All types of whump are allowed, but please be respectful to your fellow audience members and properly tag it!! Some of these prompts are sensitive, so make sure you warn your readers correctly! There will be an ao3 collection and an FAQ post coming soon, so if you have any further questions or comments about this challenge, feel free to drop me a line. Happy writing, my beautiful ingénues, and enjoy the show :)))
The prompts will be listed under the cut for those who have difficulty reading fonts!!
Cats- Sabotage • Second Chances • "I Can Dream Of The Old Days."
Wicked- Mob Mentality • Propaganda • "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished."
Jesus Christ Superstar- Whipping • Betrayal • "Then I Was Inspired, Now I'm Sad And Tired."
Les Mis- Survivor's Guilt • Failure • "Drink With Me To Days Gone By."
Heathers- Poison • Reluctant Whumper • "Wanna fight for me?"
Newsies- Chronic Pain • Exploitation • "Let 'Em Laugh In My Face, I Don't Care."
The Last Five Years- Infidelity • Gaslighting • "I Will Not Lose Because You Can't WIn."
Hadestown- Deals • Doomed Narrative • "Doubt Comes In."
Sweeney Todd- False Imprisonment • Razors • "Have You Decided It's Safer In Cages?"
Rent- Substance Abuse • Poverty • "Feels Too Much Damn Like Home."
Bare: A Pop Opera- Outing • Religious Trauma • "Please, See Me."
Waitress- Unplanned Pregnancy • Abuse • "She Is Broken And Won't Ask For Help."
Tick Tick Boom- Atychiphobia • Working To Exhaustion • "Is This Real Life?"
Dear Evan Hansen- Deception • Broken Bone • "Words Fail."
West Side Story- Star-Crossed Lovers • Prejudices • "A Boy Who Kills Cannot Love."
Come From Away- Stranded • Aftermath • "Blankets And Bedding And Maybe Some Food."
Spring Awakening- Withheld Information • Suicide  • "I Don't Scream, Though I Know It's Wrong."
Hamilton- Hurricane  • Dueling • "I Will Kill Your Friends And Family To Remind You Of My Love."
Falsettos- Sickness • Identity Issues • "Death Is Not A Friend."
Into The Woods- Blame • Lost • "Nothing But A Vast Midnight."
The Great Comet- Abduction • Letters • "Did You Love That Bad Man?"
In The Heights- Grief • Homesickness • "I Know That I'm Letting You Down."
Be More Chill- Mind Manipulation • Panic Attack • "Everything About Me Makes Me Want To Die."
Moulin Rouge- Class Differences • Sex Work • "Come What May."
Chicago- Cold Blood • Trial • "He Had It Coming."
Six- Execution • Trauma Bonding • "Playtime's Over."
Ride The Cyclone- Unexpected Tragedy • Forgotten Whumpee • "I Hear The Anguish Of The Street."
The Rocky Horror Show- Obsession • Wrong Place, Wrong Time • "I've Seen Blue Skies Through The Tears."
Nerdy Prudes Must Die- Bullying • Ritual • "Who Will Pray For You?"
Jekyll And Hyde- Duality • Good Vs Evil • "If I Die, You'll Die."
Phantom Of The Opera- Disfiguration • Shunned • "My Power Over You Grows Stronger Yet."
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itsgxsly · 8 months
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Lewis fic prompt 7
Head on they're shoulder in public
pairing: lewis hamilton x reader
prompt: 7. falling asleep on their shoulder in public
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"Are you tired?" if Lewis hadn't spoken to you probably in a few minutes you would have been in a deep sleep.
"mhm" while still trying to keep your eyes open, that was the only response you could give. You weren't usually that tired, but it was race Sunday and you had been awake since very early, so now while you and Lewis, like the rest of the drivers, were waiting for the rain to subside and the race to start, you couldn't help but start to felt sleepy, and when Lewis let you lean into his shoulder as he relaxed next to you before getting into the car, it was the last thing you needed to start drifting off to sleep.
You noticed Lewis kiss your head gently two or three times and you snuggled deeper into him. You really didn't care if everyone in the Mercedes garage saw you fall asleep next to Lewis, actually most of the people there were used to seeing the two of you get cozy in the garage before any race you attended.
When you had your eyes closed and were on the verge of sleep again, you heard someone speaking to Lewis in the background. He moved his shoulder slightly moving your head with his. You groaned slightly before raising your head to look at him with knitted brows ready to claim him. Before you could say anything, Lewis left you a quick but tender kiss on the lips and another on the forehead and got up from where you had been the last while.
"I have to go, sweetie" he said pointing to his car. Then you understood why the sudden awakening. The race was about to start.
You just nodded. There were still a few minutes left for the light to go out and you knew that by then you would return to your usual nervous self like in all races. Until then, you placed a kiss on Lewis's lips and wished him good luck before watching as he prepared to get into the car.
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thisismeracing · 11 months
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#9 with Lewis!
coming right up! ✍🏾🫶🏾
From the Quick Prompt List: 9. “Can you come pick me up?”
word count: 0.5k
pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x lewis hamilton
warnings: mentions of alcohol, club and a bit of tooth-rotting fluff.
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It was past midnight, Yn's friends were somewhere in the middle of the club drinking and dancing, and she was way too tired and tipsy to bother leaving the bar. Her body was achy after working all day and she only agreed to come because it has been forever since they went out together, but right now, Yn was starting to regret not going home.
She watched as the lights flicked again, the neon hurting her eyes and making her dizziness worse. Her phone buzzed with a random notification that lit up her screen and she stared at the picture of her boyfriend and his dog, her favorite picture of them, her lock screen.
Yn didn't think too much before getting up and dialing his number from heart while walking to the back entrance where the sound of the loud music was muffled.
"Hi, Lew, can you come pick me up?" she mumbled pressing the device closer to her ear. It wasn't common for Yn to ask him favors, although Lewis would hardly consider it a favor, but the fact was: Yn did not like to ask Lewis things, she did not like to "be a bother" and it doesn't matter how many times he would tell her that she was not bothering and that he would gladly do anything for her, she still would take forever before giving in. That's why he was confused when she asked him to pick her up, because she was out with friends in a club located 40min from his house.
"Yeah, babe, I'm on my way, but is everything ok?" he asked, already grabbing his keys and wallet.
Yn nodded but then remembered he couldn't see her.
"I'm fine, just not really in the mood to party. I'm too tipsy and there's too much light and too much noise, I just wanna get home to you and Roscoe," she explains.
Lewis stops for a second once again, because that was another first. She was referring to his house as "home" and she wanted to get back to him and Roscoe. His heart pulsed faster.
"Do you want me to stay with you on the line? Are you sure you're safe?" he asked, getting inside his car and starting the engine.
"I am ok, but if you could stay on the line I would appreciate it."
"Anything for you, gorgeous," he answered and she smiled lazily. "I'm making it there in 20 ok?"
"But it's a 40min drive," she stated.
"I'm making it in twenty," he repeated, and sure enough in twenty minutes his park was outside the club. Yn found her friends on the dance floor and bid her goodbye before running to her boyfriend. Lewis was leaning against the car, arms crossed, eyes cast on the door as if waiting for her to show up, and when she did his face lit up in a small grin.
"You're absolutely the best, I am so sorry for-"
"You won't ever bother me, Yn. I would pick you up in hell if you asked me to, I love you," he whispers.
Yn smiles hugging him closer and tighter. She was already home although they were still 40min away from his house.
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Hope you guys like it -insert here messsage about liking, reblogging, ranting on my inbox, letting me know your thoughts etc etc etc- byeee *mwah*
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chillielo · 6 months
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lewis hamilton & number 3 Plz 😓🙏🏼
prompt: having certain things that trigger the romantic side of their relationship
warnings: fwb relationship, slight angst at the end
a/n: imma be real with you, lewis hamilton is hot asf but i do not know how to write for this man so i’ll take the easy way out on this
one word: domesticity
making a meal together
“hey, i’m on the way. do you need me to pick up anything?”
knowing each other’s likes and dislikes. like when either of you are ordering takeout, you don’t even have to ask about special instructions. you already know what to indicate
you’re well aware of the casual nature of your relationship with him but sometimes the lines blur
when you’re out together and he gets protective
when he hugs you from behind and hums in your ear
bonus: he says “you smell so good.” or “i missed this.”
this man is a danger to your heart
the morning after in particular is the best worst
waking you up with a kiss
“i’m off for a run, sleepyhead.”
or if it’s a lazy morning, there’ll be a ton of cuddling going on
sometimes you get spoiled with breakfast in bed
if you’re not careful, you’ll fall in love with him
you sober up from your love-drunkenness almost every time though. because the next thing you know, he’s gone and you’ll have to wait until the next time he calls.
—end.
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azzy421 · 4 months
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intimate artistry and royalty au?
Lewis Hamilton has taken the commission of his dreams, the one that��s going to earn him a place in the history books.
The brief: a royal portrait.
The problem, inevitably: the royal in question.
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“An afternoon only?” the prince says, once they're alone. He sounds almost disappointed. “You always work so quickly?”
The accent, Lewis will begrudgingly admit, is charming. “It depends,” he says, cautiously. “I’m not - rushing.”
“No, of course,” the prince agrees politely. Those eyes, big and guileless, are almost more grey than blue. Lewis is going to have to check back with Britta as to whether that's the kind of fact that should make it into an official portrait or whether blue is the official eye colour. “But I didn't realise they hired you for your speed. You don't create all your paintings so quickly, I think.”
“I mean - not ideally,” Lewis says. “Sometimes I spend a day with a subject, sometimes a week. My clients don't usually have the time for a lot of sittings, so I don't often work like that any more. You know, um - it's just a different process.” Princes, even princes of tiny landlocked countries where there are more sheep than people, are presumably trained into showing this kind of eager interest in everyone even when they don't give a shit. This one certainly won't want to know about Nico, about the creative block, about the anxiety that sometimes still rises in Lewis's chest when he stands in front of a fresh canvas. He flicks over to a clean page in his sketchpad. “Obviously I've got loads of material to use and a great brief from your team, so.”
“Fucking hell,” the prince says. “They hire one of the most talented artists in the world and tell you to just make it up from tabloid photos and a ten-minute chat?”
“What - I’m not going to do that,” Lewis says, startled. “I’m not - it's just - this is just a different situation to me hiring a model or -”
“Why?” the prince demands. He folds his arms across his chest and leans back in the big leather chair as if settling in for a good argument. “Why is it different? You should paint the whole person, get to know them, or you may as well only work from a photograph.”
“You really sure you'd want that?” Lewis retorts (he can just hear his dad's resigned sigh; Lewis has never known when to pick his fights). “That's not what most people want.”
“I’m not sure I want a painting at all,” the prince says frankly, “but if I have to have one, I want something that at least one of us can be proud of.”
Of course Lewis isn't going to back down from a challenge. He trails the prince around for a week, two weeks. Watches him cuddle babies, even the ones that cry and drool (the sketches that Lewis produces make the prince laugh out loud, and even Kimi, the prince’s dour head of security, cracks a smile). Watches him sit through a three-day conference on climate change, writing page after page of notes with his jaw tight and angry. Sits with him on the long drive home, sees the way his eyes light up when he talks about the things he cares about.
Lewis might have misjudged the guy. He's not so proud that he can't admit that, at least.
The sketches pile up. Charcoal studies of the prince as he talks, as he makes notes during morning briefings. Quick watercolours from a hospital visit. The prince is a good-natured clown, a steely-eyed politician, a strangely bashful subject who shrugs compliments aside. He draws Lewis in and in and Lewis - Lewis is going too far, too deep, caught in the thrilling sweet clutches of something perilously close to obsession; he knows it and he doesn't stop. He sketches the prince on an ornate imaginary throne, prim and uneasy; draws him smiling and at ease leaning on a kitchen table. He spends hours on the exact generous curve of the prince's mouth as he smiles up at the open sky at the end of a long day, eyes closed, the bare sensuous lines of his throat and shoulders.
The prince has a fiancee, sort of. Unofficially, Lewis learns, they are waiting for the right moment to make the announcement. “She needs to be sure she’s marrying the right person,” the prince says, and changes the subject. It's a strange turn of phrase, but Lewis pretends not to notice. The prince has a fiancee; that's what's important. He's off-limits, as far out of Lewis's reach as the sun.
Lewis had once spent hours on the shape of Nico's smile, too.
Lewis goes to a charity gala as the prince’s special guest, gets to talk to bored wealthy celebrities and politicians about the foundation he'd start to help kids get into art schools if he had the money. The prince watches Lewis every bit as much as Lewis has been watching the prince, circling away and back, away and back like they're tied together by a string that gets shorter and shorter every time. Lewis lets himself laugh at the prince's jokes. He lets their shoulders bump together, allows warm fingers to brush against his when he's handed a glass of champagne. He lets himself follow the prince back to his rooms at the end of the night and they sit there talking about everything and nothing, Lewis's sketchbook long forgotten. "Sometimes," the prince says, his gaze very far away. "Sometimes I'd give all of this up to be able to really change things, you know?"
"You wouldn't last ten minutes without someone organising your diary for you, man," Lewis says, to see the quick flash of a smile.
"Ah, but what if I want to make my own mistakes?" the prince says, uncharacteristically sombre. "What if I want to be able to say all the things I feel, to dream, to - what if I am more useful away from this place than I will ever be within it?"
"Whatever you choose," Lewis says softly, "whatever you become, you're going to change the world."
Lewis wakes a couple of hours later with the dawn, warm under a soft blanket that's been placed carefully over him. The prince - Sebastian; if Lewis is honest with himself, he's been Sebastian and not just the prince for a very long time now - is watching him from the armchair opposite, curled up with his head propped on his hand as if he's been there for a while. The expression on his face is entirely unguarded, and Lewis can barely breathe for the way hope winds uninvited around his lungs, his heart, his throat.
“I think you fell asleep halfway through explaining about Rembrandt,” Sebastian says. His voice is soft and hoarse as if he's not slept. Lewis sits up slowly, the world righting itself, and shivers as the blanket slips from his shoulders; the ancient palace heating system hasn't cranked into life yet this morning, and the room is cold. “Would you like tea? Toast? The bread is vegan, I checked.”
“I should - I should go home,” Lewis says, the words slow and clumsy. Sebastian’s cheeks are pink; the flush goes down his neck too, disappears below his shirt, unbuttoned and wrinkled from the night before. Lewis has traced that delicate line of collarbone under skin with his brush, over and over. He's worshipped it already, in his own way; there can be nothing more for him here. “Roscoe, you know, he's going to want his breakfast.”
“You should bring him tomorrow,” Sebastian says quickly. Sebastian, Sebastian. Lewis should never have started this, should have worked alone in his beautiful sunlit studio back in Monaco with silent photographs and a handful of notes his only company. “We can go for a walk. Or later today, if you want. Just let Britta know.”
“Actually,” Lewis says, his throat tight with regret, “I think I've kind of - got everything I need.”
Another long, delicate silence, of quite a different nature. “Ah,” Sebastian says. He sits up. The smile has gone from his eyes. “Have you? I think it was a useful evening for you. I hope it was worth it.”
That stings. “I didn't just -” No. It's better this way, easier even. Lewis makes himself stop, just in time.
“I'll call Britta,” Sebastian says when Lewis doesn't continue. He nods over at Lewis's sketchbook where it lies forgotten on a side table, his lip curling. “Don't forget your notes.”
Lewis ought to burn them, but he has a portrait to complete. He picks up the sketchbook. “I'll let Britta know when it's ready,” he says.
“Thank you,” Sebastian says, polite as ever, and shows him to the door.
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leclvrc · 1 year
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prompt 4 with lewis 🥺
also, your writing is so so good! i’ve read some of the pieces multiple times now and i’ll probably do it again…. 💙
You shift in his lap, ass brushing over Lewis' dick as your mouth trails down his chest. To his stomach, before you settle between Lewis' spread thighs. The place as familiar as the feeling of Lewis' lips on yours. Lewis hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his swimming trunks and then pulls them down, just enough for his dick to be exposed.
Your mouth waters at the sight, but you're slow as you lean in, kissing the skin around his stiffening cock. Your hand comes up to his shaft and he's already hot beneath your touch.
You roll your wrist. Just like you always do to drive him wild in two seconds flat and then kiss the head of his cock. Lick over the shiny tip as you go. Lewis curses above you, like he's torn between telling you to hurry up and put your mouth to good use or let you take your time. In the end he doesn't say much of anything. Instead he buries one of his hands in your hair, finds something to hold onto as you lick once more over his tip.
His head falls bsck with a dull thud and you hide a smile into the soft skin of Lewis' thigh. Eyes eagerly following the way Lewis' throat bobs as he swallows. It only take a moment for Lewis to look back down. Like he can't bear not to watch.
Finally, you wrap your lips around his cock. Your back arches, eyes rolling closed despite wanting to see him fall apart. You can't help it, not with the way he's looking at you; with his weight and taste on your tongue. A flush crawls up the back of your neck.
You move carefully, brushing one of your hands down Lewis' leg and to his knee. Dip your head low as you try to fit more of Lewis' cock into your mouth. It's hard though, with Lewis' girth. The best you can do is alternate between bobbing your head and sucking at the tip. Use one of your hands to jerk him off where your mouth can't reach.
You draw your tongue along his slit and Lewis' whole body shifts, legs falling open around your head. Both of his hands are in your hair now, slowly helping guide your mouth back down his cock and you're eager to obey. The tip brushes the back of your throat but you relax swiftly, hear the praise on Lewis' lips taper off into a moan.
"Baby, you're too good at this," he says above you, hands pulling a little at your hair. Your eyes roll back and you moan around his cock. The praise immediately going to where you crave him most as one of your own hands trails down your body. You find the apex of your thighs and hum around him. Run one of your fingers over your slick folds before rubbing over your nub. Your back arches once more.
Panting, you pull off Lewis' dick. A string of spittle connecting your lips to the head. You wipe your nose, not sure when it had grown runny and then kiss the shiny tip of his dick again.
"Let me look at you," he says then, voice hoarse from pleasure. You look up, eyes a little watery and smile. The ruined expression on his face exactly what you had been thinking about since you crawled between his legs.
"Made for this, aren't you, baby?" he asks, "Look at your lips stretched around my cock. Fuck."
He's a little shiny with sweat, braids loose and free around his head still. Only Lewis manages to make it look good, you think to yourself, sinking down on his cock again with a slow hum.
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nuttynutcycle · 1 year
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Prompt 389
"I love you."
"I love you too." Their partner said automatically before glancing up from their book. "Wait, you look sad. What's wrong?"
"I have a bad feeling about today."
Their partner lept up from the couch. "Was it something I did? I know I forgot to rinse my dishes-"
"No. I think..." they gave a queasy, half-broken laugh. "I think I'm going to die today."
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tumblerbycake · 28 days
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thinkin bout what if burr died instead of ham. this could be really angsty or just a happy ending depending on how u see burr lmaoo
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f1prompts · 22 days
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pairing: brocedes
summary: lewis thinks nico has changed/blocked his number so he leaves him voicemails for YEARS. at first they're just him giving nico shit/being angry at him post 2016 and leaving. then they become a weird comfort thing for lewis where he just pours his heart out. until one day, nico picks up and... idk, they talk? nico has been listening this entire time? i don't know!
dw: yearning dnw: i don't know go wild with it
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agronzky · 7 months
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⠀⠀⠀ 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 (𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍) 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡
"Like I said, you're free to go"
"People shouting in the square"
"Remind me what we're looking for"
"Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now"
"Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit"
"I'm helpless"
"Then you walked in, and my heart went boom"
"Yo, this one's mine"
"What's she gonna do?"
"I am so into you"
"Now my life gets better every letter that you write me"
"And I'm tryin' not to cry, 'cause there's nothing that your mind can't do"
"I panic for a second, thinking we're through"
"Stay alive"
"I begged him to send you home"
"I relish being your wife"
"The fact that you're alive is a miracle"
"I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing"
"So long as you come home at the end of the day that would be enough"
"We don't need a legacy"
"Oh, let me be a part of the narrative"
"If I could grant you peace of mind would that be enough?"
"He will never be satisfied"
"There's a little surprise before supper and it cannot wait"
"Run away with us for the summer"
"You and I can go when the night gets dark"
"Take a break and get away"
"I'm sure he already knows"
"I saved every letter you wrote me"
"I thought you were mine"
"Your sentences left me defenseless"
"In clearing your name you have ruined our lives"
"I'm erasing myself from the narrative"
"The world has no right to my heart"
"I hope that you burn"
"Is he breathing? Is he going to survive this?"
"You changed the melody every time"
"It's quiet uptown"
"It's still dark outside"
"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"
"Come back to bed, that would be enough"
"I stop wasting time on tears"
"And when my time is up, have I done enough?"
"I see you every time"
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starduckys · 27 days
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red, burning red
redcoat hamilton au!! (but angsty af lmao)
alexander had gotten used to life amongst his enemies. a single letter changes all of that.
@whumpthemusical day 2: ‘no good deed goes unpunished.’
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whumpthemusical · 5 months
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Welcome to Whump: the Musical!!
What tf is that, I hear you ask? I'll be glad to tell you, since I've been working on this behind the scenes of my other projects for quite some time!
Whump: the Musical is a 31 day whump event where the prompts are all based on themes and lyrics from a variety of different musicals! Spanning from Wicked to Cats to Hamilton, there's something for everyone!
Although this event is brought to you by a self-proclaimed theater nerd, this event is open to all fandoms. You do not have to have a lick of prior musical theatre knowledge to participate. The theater community is welcoming and embracing, and we would love for you to use our niches as inspiration to whump your blorbos! This is also an all media inclusive event! If you would like to write a fic, provide lovely art, or make an edit, God knows, anything goes.
This event will span from March 1st to March 31st because as far as I could find, there wasn't a whump event happening then!! Plus, it's just in time for all of y'all's spring musicals!! The prompt list will be released much earlier (like in the next few days lol) because I know I personally take forever to prep, and I want everyone to have more than enough time to plan out whatever they want to do.
More information will be coming soon along with tags, rules, and an ao3 collection! Follow to keep up with the updates! I am very excited, and I hope all of you are, too!
Happy writing!!
-@jittyjames
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janeleclerc · 1 year
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Can I request a Lewis Hamilton imagine with prompt 1 & 11 (make it a little NSFW) - thank you
1- “Not to panic you or anything, but we’re standing underneath a mistletoe.”
11- “Could you help me arrange the Christmas tree?”
WARNINGS: slightly NSFW, that’s all
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Christmas was, by far, Y/N and Lewis’ favorite holiday. Ever since the two of them got together, not a single Christmas passes by without them celebrating it together.
Y/N was sitting on the couch, her laptop on her lap as she typed out some work papers slowly. She heard a bit of footsteps and stuff being carried and placed around her but she was much too focused on her work to look around.
When Lewis came up to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, she finally turned around. He had set up the Christmas tree and got a huge cardboard box filled with what Y/N assumed was tree decorations.
“Could you help me arrange the Christmas tree?” He asked politely, placing a kiss on her neck. She nodded as she kissed him swiftly, but when she tried to pull away he kissed her again, clearly not wanting the moment to end. His hands met her cheeks and hers went up to his hair.
Not too long after, Y/N pulled away.
“We have a Christmas tree to arrange, remember?” He groaned as he let go of her face and helped her get up from the couch.
“You suggested it - not me!”
Lewis laughed lightly as he opened up the cardboard box, revealing the tree decorations.
“These are so pretty,” she said as she reached for a silver bauble.
“I know, I saw them on Amazon for a very low price and thought I’d get them. We needed a fresh set of ornaments and baubles, anyway,” he replied, taking some tinsel and placing it on the tree.
They spent the evening together, laughing and decorating the tree. Once Y/N placed the star on top of the tree, she slowly went back down and admired their work.
Y/N turned to look at Lewis and he couldn’t help but smirk.
“What?” She questioned.
“Not to panic you or anything, but we’re standing underneath a mistletoe.” He responded, pointing at the mistletoe he must’ve put when Y/N was busy decorating the other side of the tree.
In one quick motion, Lewis pulled Y/N close to him and she placed her mouth on his. Their lips moved together, both of their tongues fighting for dominance.
The room was filled with heavy breathing as the two of them were all over each other. Y/N let out a quiet moan when Lewis bit her lip, her hands traveling to his hair.
His hands caressed her body, landing at her waist.
She pulled away first to take her breath.
“Bedroom?” He asked slyly. She nodded with a laugh and a gasp as he carried her bridal-style up to their room.
Let’s just say, it was a very, very long night.
thank you for requesting, i hope you liked this!! ❤️‍🩹
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thisismeracing · 11 months
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#7 for lewis!! ❤️❤️❤️
💖 here you go! hope you like it, sweetheart
From the Quick Prompt List: 7. “Can you proofread my essay?”
word count: 0.4k
pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x lewis hamilton
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, not proofread.
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It was a Wednesday night, the house was quiet and so was the city. It was too late for someone to be awake on a Wednesday night, yet Yn was furiously checking her school notes and typing on her laptop while Lewis mindlessly scrolled through his phone.
"Are you almost done, love?" he asked Yn taking off his attention from his phone for a bit. Lewis has been patiently waiting for Yn to finish her uni work so that they could enjoy some quiet time together, but her paper was taking more than expected.
"Just adding one more paragraph and then I'm done," Yn answered without taking her eyes off of her screen.
It was only twenty minutes later when she got up from her spot stretching her body and letting out a small tired groan. Yn walked to the couch lying on top of Lewis whose hands instantly found her waist securing her body closer to his.
"Done?"
"Yup, almost" she answered, tracing one of his tattoos.
"What's up, babe?" he asked noticing her antics, he knew her all too well to know that she was considering saying something but was holding back. The tattoo tracing was something Yn would do in these situations.
"My eyes are hurting and my brain is melting, Amor," she joked and placed a small kiss on the corner of his lips. Lewis smiled at the endearing nickname in her mother language, he loved to hear her speaking and singing, even when she was angry it was cute to watch the way her lips would pout and her accent would get thicker.
"Ask away, babe," he poked her sides getting a chuckle from her.
Yn lifted up the upper half of her body, using her elbows to support it, and fixed her gaze on her boyfriend, "Can you proofread my essay?"
Lewis lets out a soft laugh, "Babe, you could've asked before. Of course, I can proofread your essay, though I have no idea about the nerdy topic you wrote about," he jokes.
Yn smiles and closes her eyes for a second enjoying the feeling of sharing life and its burdens with him. The possibility of resting and not worrying about everything because you had someone who could and would make sure things were in order just for you.
"The subject is all set, it's just my eyes are burning, I can't and won't spot my grammar mistakes, and I wanted to submit it tonight so that we can enjoy the rest of the week without University looming around."
"You know I would do anything for you," he states right before taking her lips with his in a slow kiss.
"I love youuuu," she whines when he stands up to grab her laptop and bring it to the sofa so that her essay will be proofread in no time.
"I love you more, bebê."
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amor (love) and bebê (babe). wrote this listening to the silence of my room. hope you guys like it, don't forget to like, reblog, yada yada yada <3 *mwah*
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forza-lh44 · 6 months
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I need one of the sewis girlies to hmu with a married rivals fic based on this pic.
Look at Seb's hand placement 🫠
Look at Lewis' smile 😃
I am in Spain without the S
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jaeclerc · 9 months
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He had never seen Roscoe act like that - sewis
He had never seen Roscoe act like that.
Sebastian was honestly a little bit baffled if he could be honest. He and Roscoe were cordial, if one could define a human-dog relationship like that. And it took a lot of work to get to that point, where he and Roscoe were something more than polite frenemies.
If Seb had been informed a few years ago that he would be seriously contemplating his strained relationship with his boyfriend’s dog, he would laugh in your face. Who seriously contemplates their relationship with their boyfriend’s dog? Sebastian guesses he does now. Especially in the wake of Lewis’ ex, Nico, coming by after a business trip abroad for his environmental awareness campaign. It was seriously a bit insane, the life that Lewis had.
Sebastian was still a little bit baffled by Nico. And Roscoe. But especially Nico.
He had maybe a moment to contemplate how to approach Nico when Roscoe came barreling down the hall and into Nico’s legs, knocking the other man down by his knees practically to be able to lick over his face. The bastard was even panting, His butt wagging in excitement at seeing Nico, he was clamoring all over the man, ruining his surely ethically sourced designer button up.
That solves it. Sebastian was the other woman in Roscoe’s eyes.
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“Well, I mean Nico was Roscoe’s other dad since he was puppy…” Was the only explanation Lewis could give Sebastian, and he was honestly blown away by this whole situation. What did he mean? Why did he never know this was a serious matter?
“I’m just surprised! I didn’t know you shared custody until you messaged me Nico was coming over to have his allotted time. And then come to find out, your dog peed on my shoes because he thought I was the other woman. It’s remarkable, really. I didn’t know a dog could feel that way.” He remarked, looking down at their vegan korean food take away, laughing just a little.
“I don’t exactly know if he sees you as the other woman but Roscoe is very smart! And he was down when Nico and I split. He always loved Nico a little bit more most days.” Sebastian nodded and hummed. This was truly baffling, honestly.
“You certainly have a type, I’m surprised Roscoe didn’t just accept that Nico looked a little different.” He attempted to joke, swirling up his noodles. Lewis just shot him a very unamused look and Sebastian held his hands up in surrender.
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