#michael/lewis

[milflewis]

trick or treaaaat ❤️ - also a glass of milk for ur hangover🥛

It isn’t until 2017 that Sebastian has a problem with Michael flirting with Lewis.

Michael isn’t at the track for the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. He doesn’t go to many of the races anymore. He hears about it from Niki.

Sebastian calls him after he has seen the data. He’s gone all quiet, voice distorted like he is pressing the phone against his mouth.

It takes Michael a minute to understand what is going on.

“So you’re saying Lewis has forgiven you?”

An inhale. “Yes.”

“Okay. So. Why are you still upset?”

A harsh exhale. “Because he forgave me!”

“Right.”

And then: "I still don't get it."

Another exhale, breath whooshing. The sound comes out all crackly. It is the most defeated Sebastian has ever sounded. "He just — you had to see him. His face. I hurt him when I said those things. That he brake-tested. To him, it was worse I said this, I think. Worse than hitting into him."

Michael had dismissed Lewis when he first properly met him. He had noticed how fast he was, how quick on the corners and the way he managed his tires, and thought: huh. He'd then had a conversation with him, a handful of years later, and well — Michael has never really enjoyed looking in the mirror now has he? That gets boring fast.

But he's not — like Michael that is. Not completely. Not overwhelmingly. Just enough of himself that he's interesting.

Lewis doesn't like being accused of cheating. He's not the cleanest of drivers by far, even if he has tightened up his act in recent years. Michael doesn't have a line — or so he's been told. He never really thought about it before they shoved a microphone in his face and asked him to justify racing that everyone could be doing if they wanted to.

Michael exists on the extremes, threading the edges of things.

Lewis does not. Lewis cannot.

Michael isn't sure exactly what that line is - where the things he does starts and where the things he does not do ends - but he knows that inside Lewis there is a carefully bound book that has been read over and over, and written on its cover in Lewis's blocky handwriting is: RULES.

Being accused of cheating would be one terrible thing to Lewis. Being accused of cheating by Sebastian would be quite another.

From the sounds of it, Sebastian is starting to realise that Lewis considers him his Mika.

"I hurt him," Sebastian says, sounding very small. "I've never done that before. I didn't know I could."

"Yeah," Michael says, because he has nothing left to say but Sebastian is leaving space for him to speak. "You can. You're one of the few who can."

"And then he just forgave me! Like that! I said sorry and I said I was wrong and I said — other things — and he looked at me with The Face." Sebastian curses. "The only thing he says — listen to me now, Michael — the only thing — the one thing, he says is: are you going to tell everyone this?"

Michael hums. He kicks off his runners and stretches out his toes.

"And I say: yes, of course. I was waiting to talk to you. But I will. I was going to. And he just — ugh! He just smiles at me and -"

"Forgives you?"

"This is not funny."

Michael rolls his eyes, grinning. "Okay."

"It's not! He — fuck's sake. What am I supposed to do with this? That's all it took. All. Nothing at all. I want to break something. What do I do?"

Michael shrugs even though Sebastian cannot see him. "You love him. This is what Mika told me."

Sebastian is very quiet for a long moment. Michael would think he hung up on him if not for the sound of his breathing.

"Mika," he says eventually, voice strange. "Right. I forgot about your Thing with Lewis."

Michael doesn't say anything.

"You have to be careful with him, Michael. You have to. Promise me. This matters."

Michael rolls his eyes again. He thinks about telling Sebastian that a person only has enough room in their body for one Mika and Michael isn't Lewis's, and Lewis isn't Michael's, so it is okay. Michael can only do so much damage. He thinks about telling him that he made Lewis laugh — actually full belly, bent over double laugh — and Lewis's hand was warm and heavy on his shoulder. He snorted at the end, hiccuping, and it was a ridiculous sound for a person to make. Michael can't wait to hear it again. He thinks about telling him that sometimes he is the fifth, sixth — tenth — person that Lewis notices when he walks into a crowded room. Michael dreads the day that he isn't seen at all.

"I know," he goes with instead.

"Promise me." Sebastian sounds almost angry.

Michael looks at the ceiling. You're so young, he thinks.

"Promise," he says.

[udonli]

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[peoplesprincessgeorge]

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[fuckyeahgoodomens]

!Good Omens Finale PLOT SPOILER👀!

Doon Mackichan (Archangel Michael) on the The Lewis Nicholls Show (10.4.2025) about the Good Omens Finale :)

I: But is there anything else that you can tell us about? Some projects that you're working on that you can kind of... tease us with?

Doon: Well, I've got - I've just finished filming Good Omens Series Three, but it's not a Series Three, it's six episodes that have gone down to an hour and a half so it's basically an hour and a half film. Because Neil Gaiman - I don't know if you've heard but he's sort of up for allegations of... not great allegations around his name - so Amazon first cancelled it and then went actually we are going to do it but we're going to do a cut down version. So the great thing about the cut down version is I've got a really, really good part of, of the angel... I play Archangel Michael in it but I go... I go rogue so it's... it's a great part for me because I've never had to play a complete psycho. So that's, that's fantastic. I'm not sure when that's coming out. They have to do a load of special effects so I would think the autum.

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[ghostellie]

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[corpish]

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[livvymd]

She's not you. chrismd x reader

You didn’t mean to hear it.

Chris was in the kitchen, chatting with ArthurTV and George Clarke, laughter spilling into the hallway. You’d just popped out of the bathroom, towel-drying your hands, when Shannon’s name floated through the air.

“Yeah, Shan was actually really good at Mario Kart—used to wipe the floor with me,” Chris said, his voice light, fond even.

“Didn’t she beat you with one hand once?” Arthur laughed.

“Twice,” Chris admitted, and the three of them cracked up.

You stood there for a second too long. It wasn’t the fact that they talked about her—it was how Chris said her name. Not bitter. Not distant. Just… comfortable. Like it didn’t hurt. Like she wasn’t someone who used to be the centre of his world.

You went back into the living room and sat on the sofa like nothing was wrong, but the weight in your chest hadn’t been there five minutes ago.

When Chris returned with drinks and plopped beside you, you gave him a small smile. He pressed a kiss to your temple like he always did.

But that night, when you turned your back to sleep instead of tucking into his chest, he noticed.

It only got worse the next day.

You were scrolling through your phone, and a fan edit popped up—Chris and Shannon, years ago, side by side at a football match. Laughing. Arms around each other. Looking so easy together.

The comments didn’t help either.

“Lowkey shipped them so hard.” “No hate to the new girl but Chris and Shan were ENDGAME.” “Chris glowed up but I kinda miss OG Chrannon 😭”

You locked your phone and stared at the ceiling.

Chris came in a few minutes later, towel around his neck, hair damp from a shower. “You alright, love?”

You nodded, too quickly. “Fine.”

He hesitated, then came to sit beside you, his hand brushing yours. “You’re not.”

You sighed. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

“Nothing that’s messing with your head is stupid,” he said softly. “Talk to me.”

You looked down at your lap. “I just… I know I’m not your first serious girlfriend. And it’s fine. I knew about Shannon before we even started dating. But everyone still talks about her. You still talk about her. And I guess I just… I don’t know. I feel like I’m standing in her shadow sometimes.”

Chris’s brow furrowed, and he reached for your hand. “Hey. Look at me.”

You did.

“She was a part of my life, yeah. And we ended on good terms. But it ended for a reason. You’re not in anyone’s shadow. You’re not a replacement. You’re you. And you’ve got this death grip on my heart that no one else ever had.”

You swallowed hard, eyes stinging. “It just feels like I’m never going to measure up. Not just Shannon, but… all the girls before me. You’ve had so many people in your life, and I’m just—me.”

Chris tilted his head. “Exactly. You’re you. You don’t need to be anyone else. I’m not with you because you’re better than them. I’m with you because you’re the one who makes sense. You make me laugh at the stupidest times, you remember the little things I say even when I don’t remember saying them, you get along with my mates even when they’re annoying as hell…”

You let out a small, wet laugh.

He cupped your cheek. “There’s not a single part of me that wonders if I made the right choice. I did. It’s you. It’s always gonna be you.”

You leaned into his touch, heart thudding.

“I love you,” he added. “Not the idea of you. You.”

Your voice cracked when you whispered, “I love you too.”