#fucking hamilton beat him even though he did so much more

[broadwaymemesandbrokendreams]

this is your daily reminder that michael arden was snubbed for a best direction tony for deaf west spring awakening

[lvis44]

Sweet Escape Pt. 6 // LH 44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, 18+ (mentions of sexual activities), Anxiety, Jealousy, Angst, Mentions of Alcohol, Regret, Emotional Turmoil, Not Edited

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Note: I felt bad leaving you all in pain, not that this will be much better but hey, we're getting there! This part is a tad shorter but I felt that this whole thing should be stand alone. The next part will be the final part of the story, but don't worry there will be an epilogue. I'm glad you have all been enjoying so far and I greatly appreciate everyone's support!

I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

It was nearing three in the morning when you heard your door open. The second you had arrived home you had grabbed your stuff out of Charlotte's room and moved back into your old one. You weren’t particularly in the mood to face anyone. You had spent the last few hours quietly sobbing into your knees, balled up on the bed like a child. You had seemingly run out of tears but the sorrow didn’t change. You hadn’t even heard everyone come home, somehow beating them even on foot, you assumed it was because they had to go find everyone else.

“What?” You snapped at whomever had entered your room, not even looking toward the door.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You heard Miles’ voice from the doorway, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do I seem fucking okay?” You snapped again, your filter long gone.

He let out a sigh, closing the door behind him softly as he dared to make his way over to your bed, sitting down beside you gently.

“I’m sorry Y/N, it wasn’t fair to you to cause a scene like that.” He says softly, glancing over at you to see you staring into space, your attention fixated on the blank wall to the side of the room.

You scoff, not trying to be rude but unable to control anything that comes out of you, “Well at least one of you knows how to fucking apologize. I’m still mad at you though.”

You hear him sigh again, moving closer to you so he can place a hand on your back, rubbing softly. You don’t even have the energy to flinch away from him, just letting him rest his hand there and enjoying the slightest bit of comfort.

“I know you’re pissed at Lewis, you have every right to be. Don’t kill her but Charlotte kind of filled me in when we got home. He massively fucked up.” His hand continues it’s light circling pattern, “And truth be told so did I. I don’t know why but I constantly feel like I need to protect you and hearing that asshole call you anything other than perfect made me want to kill him, he’s honestly lucky Lewis had half a brain to pull me away from him. I know you can take care of yourself but I’m always gonna look out for you, no matter what. Hence the reason I tried to deck my best friend earlier tonight.”

“I’m sorry, you what?” You whip your head towards him, that last bit of information really catching your interest.

“Yeah, when Charlotte filled me in I was still livid with the whole situation from the bar and finding out what sparked it really pissed me off. It only felt right he get at least a swift kick to the groin. Not to disappoint you but Char stopped me. I’m shocked you didn’t hear us.” He almost sounds like he wants to laugh as he tells you, like he can’t believe the whole situation himself.

“He needs a kick to the groin, taking that thing out of commission for a little while might do everyone some good.” You joke dryly, making Miles laugh next to you.

“If you need me to do it, I’m more than willing.” He offers, only kind of a joke, you feel like if you genuinely asked him to do it, he would, given the circumstances.

“I hate that I can hate him and love him all at the same time. I don’t want to lose him, but this can’t carry on this way.” You confess to Miles.

“I know Charlotte already said this to the both of you, but you guys really need to fucking talk.” He tells you seriously, before adding, “And sober.”

“I know, I know.” You groan, “I’m sorry we’ve managed to fuck up so much of vacation.”

“It’s been much more him than you sweetheart, he brought every ounce of drama himself. I could tell something was up with you over the last few days but I couldn’t really figure out what. I’m sorry it’s him.” Miles brings you in for a side hug, his arm wrapping protectively around you.

“I’m just so fucking sick of it all. I’m so tired.” You tell him, leaning against his shoulder.

“I know, understandably so.” Miles lets out a sigh, holding you in silence for a few moments. “You get some sleep and I’ll check on you in the morning, okay?” He says as he presses a kiss to your temple.

All you do is nod, knowing he’s right.

“I know you’re not all good or anything, but I’m glad you're still here. I was worried you were gonna be at the airport by the time we got home, we freaked for a second when we saw your stuff wasn’t in Charlottes anymore.” He tells you quietly, still not having let you go.

“I just didn’t want to have to face anyone, figured moving back to my old room would be the easiest way.” You just about whisper, feeling your exhaustion catch up to you.

“Well, I’m sorry to have intruded, but I needed to check on you,” Miles says, kissing your forehead one more time before easing you back toward your pillows, “get some sleep hun.”

. . .

You had no idea what time it was when you finally woke up and you have no idea how long you’ve been laying in your bed staring at the ceiling. It has to have been a good hour at this point. You can hear people moving around somewhere in the house, the last thing you want to do is go and interact. You were embarrassed, angry, hurt, and so much more you couldn’t even wrap your head around. You’ve had enough. As you’ve been laying there, more than once you’ve contemplated if you could manage to pack your stuff and sneak out of the house, fly back home without another word. You knew you couldn't and more than likely someone would come track you down the second they knew you were gone, well normally they would. You don’t know what your friends know of the situation. How much did everyone else see, how much had they been told? You knew you should get up and eat something but you had no appetite, anxiety and dread having taken over your body. You lay there going through your thoughts for more than an hour. You want to sit down and talk with Lewis, you need to, but the anxiety of the possible outcome is paralyzing you. What if he confirms your fears, admits that all he’s ever been trying to do is get it your pants? What if now that you’ve shut him down he doesn’t see a reason to keep you around anymore? The rational part of your brain knows that you're overthinking, that your friendship with Lewis still stands on semi solid ground. Maybe there will be some change to how he is around you or how often he’s with you but at the base of it all your still close friends. Lewis knows things about you that your own family doesn’t, he’s been able to read you better than you can read yourself on more than a few occasions, all of that can’t go up in smoke this quickly. Can it?

There’s a soft knock on your door, making you groan. You don’t respond hoping they’ll go away. They don’t, only knocking again and gently pushing the door open. You roll your head to the side, seeing Miles peeking his head into your room, a comforting smile on his face. True to his word, here he was to check on you.

“Good morning,” He says softly, making his way into your room once he sees you’re awake, “I brought you something to eat, you need to get something in you.”

You give him a small smile as he places a tray of fruit and a large glass of ice water on the table next to your bed.

“Thanks.” You croak out, your voice hoarse from crying all night.

“Everybodies in their rooms for the most part if you need to venture out of hiding at any point.” He tells you, knowing you’ve been avoiding everyone, but one person in particular.

You just nod, taking a small sip of the cold water. It feels amazing on your burning throat, as if it’s your first drink of water after a month in the desert.

“What time is it?” You ask, trying to get some bearing on where you are in your life, even if it's just the time of day.

He glances down at the watch on his wrist, “Just before noon.”

It’s still earlier than you thought it was at this point and it fills you with a small sense of dread, there’s so much more of the day to go about trying to avoid everyone.

“You know no ones mad at you, right?” Miles makes sure you know that there’s no hostility facing you in the house.

You just shrug, unsure of how true that actually is and also not quite wanting to admit that it’s more so that you’re embarrassed to even see your friends. There’s another soft knock on the door and you're praying it’s Charlotte, the only other person you could bare being around right now. Much to your dismay, a very tired looking Lewis pokes his head around the door that Miles had left ajar. Your breath hitches, anxiety filling your body.

“Oh, shit, sorry, I’ll um-” Lewis stutters, not wanting to interrupt your chat with Miles.

“All good man, I was just gonna head out anyway.” Miles says, standing from where he had sat on your bed.

You know Miles can sense your anxiety but he gives you a look that says “just get it over with” and heads towards the door. Before he exits he turns back toward you and says “Holler for me if you need anything, alright?”

He whispers something to Lewis as he walks out and you can see a pained expression on Lewis’ face at whatever he said. Once he’s gone, Lewis stands awkwardly in the doorway, not quite being able to look at you as he plays with his hands down in front of him.

“You can come in.” You squeak, not actually fully wanting to say it but knowing it needs to be done. 

He finally looks at you, putting his hand on the door as if to close it but you can see the question in his eyes. You nod, not wanting your whole conversation to be heard by everyone in the house. He very gently pushes the door closed, making his way further into your room. He looks around, evidently unsure of what to do with himself. He opts for perching on the edge of your dresser just across from where you sit on the bed, you’re facing each other and you can feel your stomach filling with butterflies, but not the good kind you usually get when you’re around him.

“I owe you an apology, well, multiple apologies.” He finally says, looking down at the ground, ashamed. His voice is hoarse as if he’s just woken up.

You don’t say anything, unsure of what you would even say.

“I’m sorry for the way that I’ve treated you. I’m sorry for not talking to you sooner. I’m sorry that my company embarrassed you in front of everyone. I’m sorry for my behavior last night, all of it. I’ve treated you in a way that if anyone else did the same to you, I would hate them.” He finally apologizes for the last few days, finally looking at you as he does so.

He looks exhausted, much older than usual with bags under his eyes and more scruff than you're used to him allowing.

“Thank you,” you whisper, “and I’m sorry I avoided talking to you too.”

He shakes his head, “It shouldn’t have been on you to fix, I’m the one that fucked up.”

You offer a small smile in his direction. All is not immediately forgiven and this conversation needs to continue, but hearing him acknowledge the reasons he needed to apologize in the first place does your heart some good at the very least.

“Why did you do it?” You ask quietly, your voice timid, not sure you truly want the answer.

He looks surprised by the question, also not quite sure how to respond. He lets out a sigh as he collects his thoughts.

“I know it doesn’t make it right,” He starts, pausing for a moment to make sure his words come across as clearly as possible, “but, it’s been on my mind for a long time. I’m well aware that I went about it all wrong, especially last night, I was incredibly out of line last night, but I’ve thought about it alot.” He cringes at his admission.

You furrow your brow, worried this is going exactly the direction you feared, hoping he will continue.

“I don’t mean for that to sound creepy, but I’ve been really attracted to you for quite a while. I should have made that clear in a much different way. I never want you to feel like I’m trying to take advantage of you in any way, it makes me sick to think that I have ever made you feel like that.” He says, a look of regret on his tired face.

“What I said last night was harsh, my drunk brain just felt like it was the best way to get my point across.” You admit to him.

“But it wasn’t really that harsh, despite it not being intentional, it’s kind of true. What I said on the other hand, that was harsh, I never should have called you a tease or said you indulged in it, it wasn’t fair.” His words are firm, for the first time he’s holding steady eye contact with you, demanding your attention so you feel the remorse in his words.

“I need to be honest, it really hurts that you’re able to treat me like all the other girls you fuck around with, I thought I was more important to you than them.” You quietly admit to him.

“Fuck, you are. So much more important to me.” He says, finally moving from where he’s been leaning on your dresser and cautiously making his way toward where you sit on your bed. He carefully sits next to you, leaving a good distance but making sure he’s near you.

“Then how can you be so okay with chatting up the bar tender, grinding on some random woman, and then still come over and try to fuck me, yet again. All because your ego couldn’t handle me dancing with someone else, when you were doing exactly the same.” You push, needing him to truly understand just how shitty his actions made you feel.

“You’re right, I was jealous. In my ideal world you would have been dancing with me all night, but I knew you wouldn’t have allowed that where we were in our relationship. And then you found that prick and the way you were with him, it just set something off in me. I wasn’t thinking. I know that sounds like a horrible excuse but there was part of me that was hoping I could make you just as jealous as I was, not that you would be when you’ve made it clear you’re not interested, and I should have respected that. Between the alcohol and my ego, I let myself treat you like shit and there’s no excuse for that, I would take it back in a heartbeat if I could.” His face is sincere, you can tell just how much he regrets last night but it doesn’t automatically let him off the hook. He continues “And as for the bartender, I wasn’t chatting her up, she’s an old friend. I’ve never slept with her and never will, she’s like family. I got distracted talking with her and by the time I found you again you had that Jason dude on your hip.”

You want to laugh, not only at him forgetting Jadens name, but also at him saying you’re not interested. He has every right to assume you’re not, you’ve done nothing but turn him down. You almost want to tell him just how wrong he is, how the only reason you said no is because you don’t want to lose him, but right now is not the time for that, you don’t want to open any windows and derail the conversation that so far is going shockingly well, even if it hurts.

“Is she the woman you went to after your fight with Talia?” You push him slightly, hoping to get more out of him while he’s being so honest with you.

His face screws up for a second, confused how you would know that. You see the questioning look on his face and rush to clarify, to confess.

“I know you lied to me that night, or at least I kind of hope you did. I overheard you and Charlotte talking the next morning, something about a woman named Marina.” You explain.

He lets out a deep sigh, “Yeah, I’m sorry I lied to you. I wasn’t particularly in the mood to explain the whole situation. But to answer your question, yes, that is the woman that I went and saw.” He doesn’t offer any further explanation, you want to push him but you allow him to leave it at that, at least for now.

You both sit in silence for a moment, trying to figure out where to go from here.

“Lewis,” You say quietly, getting his attention, “I don’t want to lose you.”

His face morphs into absolute sorrow and pain, for a moment you worry that he’s mourning your friendship, not knowing how to break the news to you.

“Y/N, you’ll never lose me. I would go crazy without you.” His voice is soft but sincere as he carefully scoots closer to you on the bed, testing the waters slightly. You let him get close enough that your knees are touching, his hand coming to rest over yours, squeezing tightly.

“How do you think I could ever let you go?” He asks with a deep frown.

“Because you seemed to be okay with ruining our friendship just to get me in your bed.” You accuse him, your voice wavering.

“Sweetheart, I was never trying to ruin our friendship, I-” He takes a long pause, gathering himself with a deep breath, “I don’t know how to explain it exactly, but truth be told, me trying to get you into bed was never just me trying to sleep with you. It’s been a long time since I felt for someone how I feel for you and I’m not good at making that clear. I don’t even truly understand everything that I feel for you but, I know it’s a whole lot more and a whole lot different than how I feel about all of my other friends. I guess somewhere in my head I felt like I could get that across physically, that maybe it would make everything make sense once I had you. I know it sounds ridiculous but I don’t know how to do this.”

His confession both shocks and confuses you, your mind flitting back to the night he disappeared after his fight with Talia. That night he had told you that he had feelings for her, now he was trying to convince you of his feelings for you.

“What about Talia?” You ask, voice still unsure.

“What about Talia?” He throws back at you, confused as to why she matters right now.

“The night that we talked, after your fight, you told me you were worried that you had messed everything up with someone that you cared about or liked a lot, I don’t remember exactly what you said but…” You trail off, a slow moment of realization coming over you.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he looks down at the ground before returning his eyes to yours, “Y/N, I was talking about you. In no universe was I ever even considering Talia.” His words confirm what you’ve just realized and you want to slap yourself, you feel like an idiot.

“I- oh my god.” You breathe out, shutting your eyes. His eye contact suddenly feeling like too much.

You stand from the bed, disconnecting your hand from his. He stays seated, looking up at you as you begin to pace, letting you process what he’s said.

“How long?” You ask suddenly, stopping and looking at him.

“In all honesty, I don’t really know. I only really realized it sometime last year. I was thinking it would go away, that it was just some silly crush, but it just kept getting worse.” He explains, shrugging his shoulders as if it’s totally normal.

“So all the time that you were sleeping with all these other women and still flirting with me was, what?” You feel yourself getting agitated, not quite sure how to feel about his actions.

“I kind of figured that if I kept sleeping around that I would be satisfied and I wouldn’t feel the same way, but I couldn't help but keep flirting with you, it’s just naturally how I am with you, it feels right.” Once again he shrugs as if it’s no big deal.

“Do you not want to feel this way about me?” You ask quietly, a slight sting of rejection settling over you.

“No, no, that’s not it at all.” He rushes out, standing to approach you, carefully he puts his hands on your arms, making you look at him, “It’s not at all that I don’t want to feel this way about you, I’m glad I do to be completely honest. It’s just that I’ve been single for a very long time and I truly do not want to fuck this up, I’m scared that I’m going to and I’m going to lose you. It felt like everything would be so much easier if I could just keep being your friend and keep you in my life. But that didn’t happen, I still managed to fuck it up.”

You can feel tears forming in your eyes, he notices them too, a look of regret on his face.

“So what do you want?” You ask him, needing more clarity.

“All in all, I want you, I want to do this with you and god I want to not fuck it up. I want you to be mine, all mine, all in.” He says confidently, much more sure of himself than you feel.

You stare at him as the tears start to roll down your cheeks, your emotions are at an all time high. Part of you is filled with pure ecstasy, the man that you have crushed on for years is standing here in front of you confessing his feelings, asking you to be his. The other part of you is filled with absolute fear, the thought of trying and failing with him, losing one of the most amazing men you have ever met, your best friend. You know that a life with Lewis could either end in the most beautiful love you have ever experienced or the worst, most gut wrenching heartache known to man.

“Can I hug you? You look like you could use it.” His voice is soft, his heart aching as he watches you cry.

All you can do is nod as you let yourself fall into his hard chest. He holds you against him tightly, rubbing soft circles on your back as he once again lets you cry into his chest. You’ve done this too many times in the last twenty four hours. He stays silent, just letting you work through your emotions. When you finally calm down you pull your head from his chest but he keeps you tight against him, one of his hands coming up to wipe some remaining tears from your cheek. You revel in the feeling of his touch, how comforting a simple action can be. As you stare into his eyes you can see how much emotion and affection is hidden behind them. A soft, sad smile across his lips.

“What’s going through that beautiful mind?” He asks, his voice just above a whisper.

“I don’t know.” You tell him honestly.

He just nods, understanding how overwhelmed you must be.

“I need time, I need to think.” You say, averting your eyes from his, knowing you’ll say yes if you look into them for a moment too long.

“Take all the time you need, I’ll always be right here if you decide you’ll have me.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gives you another proper hug.

He finally steps away from you, leaving you feeling displaced in your own room, before he turns to leave he grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly, “And Y/N, no matter what you decide, you will never lose me. I will always be right here.” With that he leaves the room, leaving you behind with a whirlwind of thoughts.

As much as every part of you wants to believe him in saying he’ll never leave you, you can’t help but wonder if it’s fully true. If you try this and all of it comes crashing down, you can’t imagine being able to be around him.

Is the possibility of loving and being loved by the most incredible human being worth the possibility of losing him entirely? 

[newtonsheffield]

Spicy Sunday for the awards au based on the new pics of Jonny at the GQ Men of the Year red carpet?

Alright, let’s round out Sunday right

Kate had felt his presence the second he’d stepped out of his car. From the other end of the red carpet she’d felt it. Her spine had prickled even as she’d put her earpiece in and done her soundcheck the producer in her ear.

“Any highlights I should try and hit?”

“Well, all the Brits are obviously being nudged towards you and given your… banter with him, we’ve been promised Anthony Bridgerton for 5 minutes.”

Kate’s stomach had churned at his name and she’d forced herself to roll her eyes, “He’s an Oscar winner now, surely he’s had better things to do, better people to talk to in the last six months than me.”

“Even so,” The producer tutted, “He’s locked in.”

She heard the whispers go up the second he arrived, the screams from people lining the carpet and she faltered in her interview with Lewis Hamilton, cutting off mid sentence.

“So we’re coming towards the end of your… Oh.”

She caught sight of Anthony, the flashes of the camera mirrored in his sunglasses and his jacket fell when he reached up to run his fingers through his effortlessly styled hair. Her spine shiver as his lips curved in a charming smile as he waved at the people screaming his name and he jogged over to sign whatever they thrust at him.

“Kate, stop eye fucking Bridgerton.” Her producer hissed in her ear, “You’ll get your chance later.”

“Oh god,” Kate cleared her throat, “Lewis I’m so sorry, I got… the Formula one season is about to wrap up, you’re in a fight with Ferrari for second in the constructor’s tell us a little about that.”

Lewis clicked his tongue, “That’s alright, I can see I’m not the most important person here.”

“Kate Sharma, stop trying to make me fall in love with you.”

Kate’s spine shivered at the sound of his voice and her eyes fluttered closed for the briefest second as Anthony leaned into the microphone.

“Lewis you don’t mind if I interrupt do you?”

Kate rolled her eyes, “He does actually; Wait your turn Anthony.”

Anthony put on a great show of pouting, playing it up as people noticed what was happening. “She says I don’t look handsome!”

Kate bit back a curse and said with a little more force than she meant to put behind it, “Good luck, Lewis! Right, Anthony, step on up! Abandoned your other interviews.”

Anthony grinned as he stepped forward, leaning so close, his lips brushed the microphone and his voice came out a throaty little thing, “I’ve not abandoned them, I have every intention of going back, I just wanted you to see me when I was at my best. Thoughts? Feelings? Overwhelmed by my willingness to ah… Peacock for you?”

“I like the suit but the sunglasses are a bit much.”

“I stand by them. And might I say: You are absolutely beautiful tonight as always. Want to see how my heart’s pounding for you?”

“Obviously I’d love to be able to confirm for everyone that you have a heart. Who it belongs to is a little up for debate though.”

Anthony winked at her as he took her hand and tucked it under his jacket, and his heart thrummed under her hand, quick, staccato beats. “What do you think?”

Kate sighed, “Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s there. Right under a very firm pec.”

“Do you want to feel my abs as well?”

“I’d love to hear about your new charity instead, can we have a little plug for that?”

She was glad when it was finally done, waving to the camera crew as she went back to the hotel, desperate to get her shoes off. She toed them off the second she got through the front door, letting it close behind her with a resounding thud.

“At least let me take your dress off.”

Kate jumped about a foot in the air when she caught sight of Anthony, lounging dramatically on the sofa, his sunglasses halfway down his nose as he grinned at her. “Anthony! Jesus fucking Christ I thought you were some sort of random pervert!”

“Well, half true.” Anthony got to his feet, tossing his sunglasses down on the sofa. “You never did tell me if you liked my outfit.”

Kate swallowed as she stared at her boyfriend, her arms crossed over her chest, “You told me that you were wearing something boring. That I wouldn’t be distracted by.”

He looked so confident, stood there in his bow tie, one thumb in the pockets of his waistcoat while his other hand ruffled his hair. “Oh, so you like it.”

Kate stepped slowly towards him, something smug flickering in the pit of her stomach that he was hers, even if no one knew about it. She slid her hands up his chest under his jacket, walking her fingers up his chest until they reached his bow tie. She tugged on the ends until it came loose in her hands and she tugged his top button free, exposing his throat. “I know you wore this for me.”

Anthony swallowed and his throat bobbed under her fingers, “That isn’t a secret.”

She let her hands slide down to his shoulders and pushed until he flopped onto the sofa. She tugged up her dress and felt his moan vibrate through her chest as well as she straddled him. Anthony’s hands slid to her thighs, comfortably, the way they always did and she pressed her words into the skin of his neck, her teeth nipping between every one of them. “I liked it very much. I ruined my interview for you.”

“I look forward to seeing that in this week’s package.” He tilted her chin upwards until their eyes met and tension flickered between them, building, even in these scant few moments.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

His hand was still on her throat as his lips claimed hers roughly, and she could taste his moan against her tongue as it tangled with hers. Her hands tugged roughly at the buttons on his waistcoat and then his shirt, desperate to feel his skin pressed against her just like it had been this morning when she’d woken up in bed beside him. His hands smoothed over her thighs, soft fingertips dancing over her skin, setting it on fire as they made their way under the hem of her dress.

Kate’s fingers tugged roughly at his belt and she moaned as she rocked her hips against his, feeling him through the fabric of his trousers over and over again.

“Oh fuck, Kate.” His eyes slipped closed as his fingers curled in the waistband of her underwear and slipped inside, a warm smile spreading over his lips, “I nearly died when I saw you tonight. So fucking beautiful.”

Kate caught his lips again and moaned, tugging his trousers down sharply. “God I wanted to do this so badly.”

Anthony moaned again as her hand slipped over him and whatever clever retort his smug smile was a precursor to died when her hips slotted firmly against his. He tugged her forward again until their lips crushed against each other and his tongue swept over hers as his arm slid around her waist, anchoring her firmly against him, guiding her as she rocked their bodies together.

Anthony’s hair fell in his eyes a little and he leaned back against the sofa, his free hand tugging at the neckline of her dress until her chest was exposed and his eyes watched her hungrily as she moved over him. She felt something smug settle in her own chest then as he watched her, a muscle in the corner of his jaw clenching as his eyes darkened.

Every movement of their bodies made her feel more empowered even as her thighs started to burn and every breath felt like a gasp for air as heat coiled in the pit of her stomach. Her entire body felt as though it was on fire as Anthony’s hand pressed itself against her chest and she could feel herself losing control as he buried his face against her neck, his abs rolling under her hands. His teeth bit into her skin and it sent her hurtling towards the edge, dangling on the precipice. Anthony’s chest heaved underneath her and she could smell sweat mixing with his cologne and her chest felt as though it were going to explode.

“Come.”

Kate shuddered as she shattered in his arms and Anthony followed her over the edge his body shivering under her as his hips bucked and his arm tightened, holding her in place as though she could have moved even if she wanted to.

Slowly, their breath returned and Kate suddenly blinked at him, “What are you doing here?”

Anthony raised an eyebrow, his cheeks still pink, “I’m… your boyfriend? You gave me a key to this room yesterday when we arrived?”

Kate rolled her eyes, still not bothering to extricate herself, “i mean: You’re supposed to be at a party right now.”

Anthony scoffed, “As if I wasn’t going to duck out three pictures in and come back here for wild hotel sex and room service.”

“You’ll have to hide in the bathroom again.”

“A burden I am willing to bear for you.” Anthony hummed, “The mirror in there looks excellent for me to take some sexy little photos for you while I’m on my next shoot anyway.”

[marionvonwolfstadt]

I have read all of your sebmark fics love them. How did all the drivers, presenters react to manager mark & baby seb’s relationship? Do their parents change their minds about their relationship? Do you think seb’s career path will follow real life move to ferrari then aston, or do you have something different in mind?

ooooh kubica/hamilton seems interesting

Thank You so much, anon❤️ Let's begin the yapping session, shall we?

Let's start with the media, I meant to include this in the last part idk why I didn't put more focus on that, only a single scene, well, but yeah, journalist would poke and prod, the narrative won't change very much from the first time the rumours started, that Mark should resign, that there's something suspicious about all this, that them being together is the reason Seb got some kind of better treatment in the team, and ofc the fact that they lied. RBR management protects itself with more denial, they didn't know, that was the info they were given, etc. It drags after them for a long time but dies down like everything in the paddock, press always finds the next thing they can latch onto. But the scandalous roots are etched into their history.

As for the drivers… Kimi wasn't surprised, I think he was the first one to connect the dots, like waaay before everyone else. Max and Charles are the most worried, wary of Mark a little, but they just go with it when they see how happy Seb is. Most of the others are like that, but some hold a grudge, especially the ones that have a history with Red Bull (excluding Danny, but that was written so). And then, there's Lancee, poor guy, he really thought he could hit that lol. Ex-drivers either don't give a flying fuck or are friends with Mark and as much as he likes to blame himself and drown in self-isolation, making himself a martyr, they still find him and support both him and Sebastian.

Vettels come around for sure; in the end, they're the sweetest. As for Webbers, it's more like an armistice. Mark takes Seb to Australia to spend maybe some holiday with Leanne and her family and they just end up being there together, not really talking about the whole thing but being perfectly nice to Sebastian. I think it's not really a 'Seb problem' more like, why the fuck he can't just be with someone appropriate who he can have children with and not stress us for his whole life. You know, parents.

Seb's career path is something interesting to think about and I can picture so many outcomes. Everybody can imagine how it will go as they want, but I have a vague idea that I like. So, in this AU the Merc dominance ended earlier, with two WDCs for Seb and I think one more in RBR, then 2 for Max and we find ourselves at the end of 2023. Seb feels defeated and even though Red Bull is at its peak, he leaves for Ferrari. Then, in 2024 comes McLaren and omg how he would be jealous of Oscar, to the point that it's unhealthy, but I digress (and besides, they're married at this point but keeping it low profile). Mark ofc goes with him to Ferrari as his manager. So, this season Ferrari fights with McLaren, but it's Charles on top, not Seb. And when I come to this point I just can't decide how it would go. 1. Charles wins and brings glory back to Maranello and then fucking retires on the spot like Rosberg, which is unlikely, but if then Lewis comes from the struggling Merc to win his 7th (remember in this he has one less) and they are teammates, it could go either way from there, maybe if Lewis beats him he considers changing teams. 2. Charles doesn't retire, they fight with Seb and this time Seb comes out on top, then comes the fight with Merc that got their shit together and we have like smth similar to the 2017/2018 rivalries between Seb and Lew but maybe Ferrari wins something? XD 3. Again, Charles retires after one WDC and then Seb has a couple of seasons fighting Piastri back and forth. I just don't know who should be Seb's teammate at Ferrari at all (if it's not Lewis), Kimi is retired at this point. And I like to think that Seb retires in red, with like 5-6 titles overall. But again, I can't make up my mind about his career path at all, but he goes to Ferrari for sure. (my head spins at the mere thought of how the drivers' shuffle would look like in this au, silly season all the way). Whatever happens, Mark will stick with Seb, and vice-versa.

[russilton]

I always wanted to see more Val & George their dynamic is so interesting to meee . We need more of them

YEAHHHH fuck I ADORE Val and George and their fans are usually very polarised groups so you don’t tend to see much talk about them- but they are deep and compelling to ME and that alone means I will ramble about them for hours.

I mean George has been with Mercedes as long as Valtteri- that’s not hyperbole, George was in the garage on the night of AD 2016 (there is a reason he doesnt like Nico and if y’all keep saying he should use Nico as a mentor im going to start slapping heads), and was signed as merc’s official junior in 2017 at the same time as Val became Merc’s second driver- while George’s first few years were obviously split between his junior catagory work and becoming more and more integrated into mercs testing structure and engineering meetings- he was there, the whole time, to witness Val doing what he dreamed of some day, and it gave him some small chance follow an older drivers lead in settling into such an imposing team.

In every way Val was George’s unintentional role model, Williams to Merc - but you would struggle to hear him admit it because they spent 2021 practically at each others throats for the seat george would kill for and Val wasn’t even sure he wanted anymore… but George is still the same guy who would make posts on Instagram just to congratulate Val on getting re-signed. Yes Lewis was who George idolised, but Val was within reach, and they acted like siblings. Siblings in the true, struggle to get along but would kill for each other way that strict parenting cultures.

Imola is a prime example to me, it’s why so many people think they hate each other- fair enough but what I see instead is proof of that bond in its most strained state- George made a move that was risky and needed the other driver not to react the way Val did- he TRUSTED Val not to do that to him- but George didn’t account for the rain and the added difficulty and that’s what made them collide. I genuinely think that’s why George is so much angrier than normal- to him its not JUST him being taken out of a chance to show up Val (though it is also that, George isn’t a saint and all drivers are ego monsters), it was that Val reacted in a way he hadn’t accounted for and George felt betrayed and stupid for it. That’s why he slaps at Val after let’s remember, checking valtteri was okay. He checks on Val and when he gets the okay confirmation, the anger bubbles over and he slaps out like a child.

It’s petty, childish and dumb, but that’s what siblings are. They squabbled, George mouthed off, got a smack from his psuedo parent, and went to apologise- which Val promptly left on read and ignored and they went back to working.

The fight for the merc seat had them praying for each others downfall that year, but by the next, they were finding each other in drivers parades to chat, repairing that conversational lapse, and staring after Lewis together. Val had the unique experience of being teammates with The Lewis Hamilton and George clearly looked to him slightly on how to do this right, how to be a good teammate. Off track they were better to each other (it probably helped Val that George got humbled a couple times and reined himself in) and on track… I’ve talked about this before but George used to drive against Val differently to anyone other than maybe max but for whole different reasons- with Val it was about beating someone he could tease, but having the trust that Val would pull it off if he failed even after imola. I STILL think about Georges failed overtake in Singapore 22 when he breaks late and misses the corner trying to overtake val, and val just swerves round him. It was such a dumbass move! But thats George and Val!

On track George is desperate to be a little better, to show hes just as good as him, and off track he still seeks him out as a friend. George wants to beat val because he does at his core admire him- and thats why I fucking love them.

[asoulofatlantis]

Yesterday in chat they though its Ishmelga-Rean... but doesn't he look more like CS4 Curse-Rean? Now the question obviously is... why does he see that?

Wait guys! This wasn't just a small glimpse of CS4 Rean. He also sees the Barriere that is... still a spoiler, but trust me, he is not supposed to see that!

I can not make out what Crow saw first, but he certainly also sees this Barrier-Thingy. Hm... makes you wonder if this has something to do with the CS4 bad-ending.

Rion and Celis are calling Rean anonym and then ask him shadily to meet, without even telling him their names.

Oh be careful with your thoughts Celis. Grahlsritter or not I would not assume you are strong enough to beat the lineup you would be against if you dare to attack my Rean.

(Oh... I think that is not what she meant. Sorry Celis, I am a bit sensitive when it comes to my golden child XD)

*lol* Celis reputation is ruined forever XD

That is Class7 for you! We do the wrong thing in the way that it ends up being the right thing XD When Van does the wrong thing, it stays the wrong thing but it least he does it the right way XD

Rean had some odd flashbacks again... that can't be good. Give me poor boy a break!

Crow too? Oh this is bad! This is really, really bad.

Then that means all our screaming, crying, and breaking down was not for nothing. I would prefer that it was for nothing tho...

Don't make me go through this again! I am emotionally unstable today. I can not cry anymore.

I should not be glad to see you Shizuna. But you just saved me from them diving any further into this.

By the way... look at those graphics. How hot can this man be?

Oh... no... look who is with her. Oh this is bad. Really bad.

I really don't get that guy. I am almost certain at this point that he knows whats going to happen so why isn't he stopping it?

I am stuck in this scene for ages now because there is so much important stuff happening that I can just not skip it. Damn it. Inferno is Streaming again already. I will never finish this in time T.T

That fight between Rean and Shizuna was really nice. No real winner tho - of course not XD Anyway... it seems like we ran straight into a trap ^^'

M-Mint and Prince Sharid saved us. Fuck. I did not want to be in his debt... but I am grateful.

Okay... uh... seems like Shizuna and Rean treating each other with the utmost respect. Not much hostility hear. Surprising... but not unwelcome. I mean we seems to have enough problems as it is ^^'

I hope Olivert pays our debt to him ^^' I don't want to owe him a favor. I do not like this guy very much.

That is finally the end of Reans route. This is taking far too long guys.

As per usual most of Vans stuff can mostly be skipped. He always has a shitload of sidequests. Usually with sidecharacters that we have dealt with in the Kuo1 and Kuro2 but that doesn't make them any more interesting...

Lucrecia is having cake with Judiths mother O.o I am always surprised about her relatively nice nature. I mean if it would be just Ouroboros it would be one thing, but didn't Sharon describe the previous organization they were in as very heart- and emotionless?

I have no idea what we are doing right now but it looked like we worked together wie Elies father (ist a fucking shame she isn't here!) and ran into Joldas brother and he tried to get us in trouble but somehow we've got help as you can see.

I might have neglected to mention that in the meantime multiple "fake Genesis" have shown up. There was one in Reans route and if I and the translation gut it right its been like 20 years old.

Oh and Rene issued a warrant for Professor Hamilton who Kevin also seems to be after.

Van was giving Joldas brother a good talk but... it look like it didn't work.

Vans team seriously deserves a break. After running through endless amounts of sidemission they stumble from one dangerous situation into the next. Facing the mist impossible enemies on the way. I feel like Kondo was like: "They want their focus still on the ASO? Fine! But they will regret it! MUAHHAHA!" XD

Joldas brother hurt her... I feel sorry for the girl. All she wants is her Twin back. But he plays hard to get.

I am exhausted. It was the end of the first Day 3 Stream. I will take a short break and then be back. Uff...

[omegatheunknown]

F1 Affinity Grid, 2024

last year

Curiously, though the driver lineup is entirely unchanged from the end of last season, my whims continue to mutate.

Podium Places 1. Fernando Alonso (↑) -- Please, fickle fates, let Nando win a race before he rides off into the sunset. Self-identified villain or not, his undeniable pluck and wiliness persist and his character is now one of a 1 of 1 legend.

2. Alex Albon (↑) -- Williams remains a safe place for Alex, the car looks poor, his competition is below par, he just needs to gut out points and keep smiling. Bit concerned if a good run of form might put him in position to be put back in the fire at Red Bull, then again what if he ends up with George at Merc? Regardless, I want Alex to get everything he wants.

3. Lewis Hamilton (-) -- Well, he asked for this. LH is waiting for next year all year, but then again, aren't we all... I do, however, hope for a surprise breakthrough, even as he runs out his term for Merc.

4. Valtteri Bottas (↓) -- Clearly the mothballed Sauber operation gave him nothing to work with last year but I also struggle to remember even one instance of him outdriving the sled. The bright green car is fun, if unpromising. Bottas remains a fun personality and a surprise appearance in the top of the field would make me quite happy. 5. Yuki Tsunoda (↑) -- Make or break, Yuki lately looks like he'll make. Knowledge that he has to keep Danny Ric at bay looked to have done wonders for his focus over the back half of last season. A podium result would be delightful.

6. Oscar Piastri (↑) -- Oh, this kid's smooth. Pushed Lando as a rookie, which is not nothing.

7. Pierre Gasly (↓) -- Alpine was bad last year and looks... significantly worse this year. This, I'm afraid, will age Pierre and his youthful exuberance irrevocably.

8. Sergio Perez (↓) -- Aw, Checo. Terribly challenging year to try and root for the guy, he just... constantly failed to turn it up, rose to very few of the challenges thrown down... but he did finish 2nd, which, for all the grief, is the first time the bulls have finished 1-2, which I might suggest is indicative of the long term climate for their 2nd drivers.

Mid-field

9. Kevin Magnussen (↓) -- The kinder, gentler, mellower K-Mag continues to do what he do, which is qualify well and hope his Haas doesn't fucking die mid-race.

10. Zhou Guanyu (↓) -- Honestly, probably a better driver than Bottas at this point but it's hard to tell, think Valtteri's spent his spell with not-sauber trying to cope with a car that sucks to drive, whereas Zhou's been making do.

11. Nico Hulkenberg (↓) -- Copy and paste from K-Mag, still the best pair of drivers Haas has had (oh, that's a funny phrase) in ever, but to what end? Consistency in car not designed for race length races.

12. Esteban Ocon (↓) -- Did not, in the end, create much fun drama paired with Pierre, because it's easier to get along when there's little competition to be had. Could be a long quiet season.

13. Max Verstappen (↑) -- SuperMax continues his slow climb in my personal esteem (I'm sure he'd be thrilled to hear this,) he's just been so... consistent, and absent any challenge, sort of zen, reaching for a sort of pure mechanical athleticism mixed with unerring drive for further perfection. Gotta respect that. It's not the band I hate, it's the fans.

14. Charles LeClerc (↑) -- I don't want to feel bad for a rich, handsome Ferrari driver with the kind of life of leisure that allows the globe trotting Monegasque a vocation as a dilettante beat-maker... but his luck is so bad. So so bad.

15. Daniel Ricciardo (n/r) -- Oh, silly me. How could I forget. I have genuinely enjoyed Danny, he's the undisputed driver-side star of DtS. I just don't think he's... well, prove me wrong, Danny.

Backmarkers for my affection

16. Logan Sargeant (↓) -- Okay. Fair points -- he's green. Paired with Alex, he looks poor, Alex looks good. I do more or less hope he shows something this year, it's time to prove it.

17. Lando Norris (--) -- Still not really for me. He's maturing, he's putting up results. I just would not be surprised if Lando was a flat-earther or moon landing denier based on something he saw on tik-tok.

18. George Russell (--) -- I simply do not care for his demeanour.

19. Carlos Sainz, Jr (--) -- Do I feel bad that Lewis is taking his spot? No. No I do not. Feels cruel of me, but...

20. Lance Stroll (--) -- I will try to be nicer to Lance Stroll. Has he learned to check his mirrors before slamming into the side of or slamming his side into someone? Not as of yet.

[sidekick-hero]

Chapter 3 is up on AO3!

In which there is a wedding, Linda Hamilton, a pregnancy and a bonfire.

Have a little sneak peak under the cut:

Later on at the reception, the party is in full swing.

While the ceremony had been tastefully decorated by their parents, The Party’s influence is obvious here. Streamers and balloons are everywhere, and the cake toppers are the couple’s mini figurines from DnD instead of the traditional bride and groom — a special touch by Dustin and Mike. Champagne is flowing freely, making everyone more laid back than Steve had seen the group since their graduation party.

Steve is happy to have secured a glass when he learns that he was right about the dark curls he saw before the ceremony.

It was Eddie.

But Eddie didn't come alone. No, dancing with him is the guy Steve keeps seeing him with around town. The one Steve remembers being at the bar with Eddie on that night. The night Eddie had chosen Tom, the guy who wanted to stay.

Seeing them here hurts even more than the quick glimpses he gets at the grocery store, the park, or one memorable day at the pool (he's still amazed at how long he can apparently hold his breath underwater if he tries hard enough).

Steve hates himself for it, but the worst part about it is that Eddie looks genuinely happy. He’s smiling widely, dimples on full display and even leans in once to give Tom a quick peck on the lips.

Steve has to look away.

He is happy for Eddie. He really is, no matter how bittersweet. It hurts, yeah, of course it does, but after all the shit Steve put him through, Steve was scared that he had broken something in Eddie like he broke in himself. He doesn’t think he could have lived with himself if that had been the case.

But seeing Eddie and Tom like that reminds Steve of all the things he could have had, reminds him of the things that are now lost to him.

As the night goes on, Steve takes turns dancing with the people he loves most. He twirls Robin around in circles, both of them giggling as if high. He asks Joyce to dance, too, suddenly glad that his mother insisted he take formal lessons. As much as Hopper loves his wife, Steve knows that dancing scares him more than fighting Demogorgons.

The Electric Slide, YMCA, and other similar songs keep people on their feet, and the dance floor is never empty. Steve doesn't intentionally avoid Eddie, but dancing is a nice distraction, allowing him to stay away without appearing to.

It couldn't last forever, though.

He’s just taking a break while Robin is out on the dance floor with Nancy when he sees Dustin dragging Eddie and Tom his way. He sees them approach in slow motion, feels his heart beat faster the closer the trio gets to him, feels his stomach sink, fear a bitter taste in his mouth. Dustin, of course, is completely oblivious to what this is doing to Steve, just keeps pulling the two other men with a lopsided, inebriated smile before stopping directly in front of Steve.

It's the first time since that fateful fight in the trailer that Steve has made eye contact with Eddie instead of watching him from a distance, and fuck. He still has the same effect on Steve as he did from the moment they first met. Steve remembers how Eddie had him pinned against a wall, a broken bottle at Steve's throat, Steve frozen under his intense stare, terrified of what the other man was going to do next.

This does feel a lot like that.

"Hey Steeeeeve! Eddie told me you haven't seen each other in a while. You guys used to be so close, what happened to you anyway?" Dustin asks indignantly, as if not talking to each other for two years was some kind of personal insult to him.

Steve keeps his eyes on Eddie's carefully blank face while Dustin looks between them, waiting for an answer.

I wore his jacket for the longest time by @legitcookie and @sidekick-hero

Steve's made a lot of decisions in his life. Some of them good, but lately, they all seem to be on the other end of the spectrum. Eddie had no choice in those decisions, not when his heart won against his head. Until he did.

Or: Steve fucked up, but is trying to be better.

(Picks up where we pass the ghosts that haunt us later leaves off, so make sure to read that one first)

[blorbocedes]

I keep thinking about the rookie!Nico au and was wondering if you have more? 🥺👉👈

hi there! it's your lucky day cause I woke up today thinking about them... hehe. for the uninitiated; here's Part One

the AU is 7 time World Champion Lewis Hamilton gets transported into a universe where Nico Rosberg was never his bestie turned worstie, but a young rookie who got the 2022 merc seat.

Lewis sometimes stared at Nico with so much scrutiny Nico has to wonder; does he hate me? Does the 7-time World Champion, the greatest of all time bar Michael, hate me? And Nico always thought Lewis is better than Michael, growing up. Because Mika was better than Michael, and Lewis is better than Mika.

World Champions are neurotic, asshole, perfectionists -- Nico would know, he was raised by them. If he wanted to be one, he had to let all of it slide down his back and take it as a learning opportunity. He knew this. But sometimes Lewis made these pointed remarks, like if he spoke German with his German engineers or hung around Toto more for guidance, assuming malice where there wasn't any. Nico had to wonder if his relationship with Valtteri wasn't as good as it was portrayed in the media to justify this deep seated paranoia when it came to Nico.

At the same time... being with Lewis was exhilarating. It's hard to not let the hero worship cloud his vision, he is every bit the man in the flesh and even though Nico jerked off to his shirtless Snapchat stories countless times; pretending they were sent to only him. But being able to trace the compass tattoo in the middle of his chest with his tongue, feel his beating heart and dark gaze on Nico -- who stared at him through the blonde hair falling across his face, it felt no less than a devout religious experience. He would stay on his knees forever if Lewis Hamilton asked. Lewis also didn't disappoint, he must've been a sex god or something because he seemed to know Nico's body better than he even did. Knew exactly how he fell apart when he pressed the inside of his wrist and bit down on his shoulder, knew how to treat him so well; so intimately familiar as if he had known him in another life. Lewis was so, so intense, would handle Nico like a starving man to water, as if it was the last time he was allowed to touch him. It's the type of sex that made one stupid and blurt out things like 'I love you' so Nico would bite down on his fist instead.

Afterwards though, Nico always made sure to never overstay his welcome and leave the motorhome first. This time he was bragging about he had 3 dates that Thursday -- he'd finally qualified as famous enough for Raya and wanted to let someone know, and Lewis was known for his string of famous girlfriends.

Instead, Lewis frowned, "You don't have a committed long term girlfriend, or something? One girl forever type deal?"

"Fuck no?" That made Nico feel defensive. Lewis, of all people, was judging him? When he knew how hard it was to have a relationship when all people saw was shiny, sparkling racing driver. Yeah, he went on a lot of dates and never settled down, so what? Everyone his age was on multiple dating apps, Lando couldn't stop DMing girls on Instagram no matter how many times he got exposed for it.

"Huh." Lewis leaned back against the pillow, sounding a little surprised. "Who would've thought. Nico Rosberg's a slut." He sounded joking, even though Nico in unsure when he had given off pure, virginal vibes that Lewis would any impression to the contrary at all. He raised a middle finger at him, grinning, if only people knew this is how their forever grateful World Champion spoke in private. It felt weirdly intimate, to see Lewis so relaxed with his guards down, even if they had just had sex.

To get back at Lewis though, when they were all at the Mercedes after party Nico found his way towards one time WDC turned commentator who has recently been very complimentary about his driving, Jenson Button. Jenson was very much his type; older, handsome, folded like a house of cards as Nico shamelessly flirted with him.

"You remind me a bit of Britney Spears, cause you're so beautiful." Jenson leaned to say in his ear over the noise of the party, and Nico rolled his eyes. Jesus, that's the thing about going for men twice his age -- their references are dated as fuck.

"Bet I am, old man." Nico bit back, dangerously close to be appropriate in his arms. It was 2022, who the fuck cared if a guy had long hair anymore? Across the room, he made eye contact with Lewis who seemed to glaring at the display they seemed to make.

Later, Lewis had Nico pinned against the bathroom wall, pants around their knees, and he'd whispered harshly against his ear, "You don't fucking change, do you?"

Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. Nico got too caught up enjoying himself and the thrill of winning to care.

Nico pits for softs. Lewis fumbles the safety car restart. Verstappen wins, yet again. Nico finishes P2 -- still his career best so far.

Lewis is furious in the Merc debriefing room, what could've been his win had the strategy team had the foresight and made the correct call. Nico couldn't help the slink down in his seat as it felt like Lewis' criticisms were being pointed more towards him than the team, still wearing his P2 cap because his hair was champagne soaked.

"You can't be a team player for once, can you?" Lewis seethes at him when everyone's left. Nico blinks at that, that's a little unfair as if he has been anything but a team player so far.

"Lewis, my tyres were gone. The team agreed to pit me. Take it up with them." Nico says coolly, bubbling inside in hurt. That Lewis thought he was purposefully screwing with his race or something.

"You make that call heading into the pits, that's not a little suspicious?" Lewis points out with an edge to his voice, laughing sarcastically. "Sure thing, man."

It really got to Nico, it burned at him to be accused of something he flagrantly didn't do, that Lewis was hellbent on seeing him without any benefit of the doubt -- like he hadn't earned it. As if he's not painfully aware if the team had to choose between one of them on the podium, they'd prefer Lewis. He knew his role in this team, even if Lewis thought otherwise.

"You weren't fast enough for the Redbull. I made the right call for my car, without which we wouldn't even have a Mercedes on podium. I won't apologize for racing." Nico's heart thudded in his chest as he confronted his literal hero, a seven time World Champion over strategy calls.

Lewis does something extremely peculiar. He backs off, from where he was crowding Nico, a bittersweet smile on his face. He just assessed Nico, silently, before leaving.

Nico was left wondering, completely confused, if Lewis preferred that he stood up for himself for once? Did he want him to stand his ground more?

[formula-what]

Brocedes time line for a very patient anon

Lewis quotes in orange, Nico quotes in pink, everyone else is blue.

okay first some background knowledge:

Nico is rich as fuck. only child, born in Germany, brought up in Monaco. son of world champion Keke Rosberg

Lewis was born on a council estate in Stevenage and his dad had to work multiple jobs for him to start karting

Honestly I think the difference in their backgrounds is one of the things that pushed them together, they were both isolated from the rest of the kids, but I’m keeping this purely facts rather than speculation.

2000

They’re both 15 years old and are karting teammates for MBB (Mercedes Benz McLaren) in Formula A

Robert Kubica: “there was always competition. But they didn’t fight. It was friendly competition. There was always laughing afterwards.” // “they would even have races to eat pizza”

They often shared hotel rooms at the races which was a “scene of many wrestling matches between them”

Dino Chiesa (their karting boss) – “many times I was called by reception about some problem in the room. It might be noise, or they might have broken something. They would never sleep so they were always tired the next morning”

“they both liked ice cream so much, particularly vanilla. During the night they wanted to eat ice cream always, so I had to go out everywhere to find some and keep them happy”

Lewis would often persuade Nico to buy him sweets

They would have competitions over LITERALLY EVERYTHING

Lewis: “we always had great competition whether on the racetrack or computer games or playing football”

“probably the first bit of competition we had was when Nico used to ride a unicycle everywhere so I thought, ‘I’ve got to learn how to ride this unicycle. Ive got to be better than him.’ I spent all my time outside the go-kart learning to ride this unicycle”

Apparently it only took Lewis 2 hours to teach himself how to do it

In maybe 2013 ish (when they were still friends) Lewis reflected with– “I have never laughed so much than when we were racing together. Nico was kicking everyone’s butt at that time. We had so great races together and built a great relationship”

“we were just arriving and enjoying go-karts and eating pizzas every weekend, fighting all the time and just having fun, whereas now it’s all business.”

many times they would talk about what they would do when they got to f1, made plans hoping to be teammates and become world champions together.

“Nico would say ‘when I’m in formula one’ and for me it was always ‘if I ever get to formula one’. Because obviously Nico’s dad was a formula 1 driver- he knew he was going to make it.”

F1

Nico joined f1 in 2006 with williams, Lewis 2007 with McLaren. And man I WISH I knew what went down with this two when Lewis nearly one his rookie season (missing out by one point to mr fernando alonso) and then WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP in his SECOND SEASON (again by one point thank you mr alonso)

2008 Australia

Nicos gets his first podium, and ofc Lewis is there (he won it) and they are jumping around in the cool down room. Just, two kids who are literally living the one thing they have spent their whole lives dreaming about together. Lewis won the championship that year and oh wow I can only imagine their celebrations together.

2013

They’re teammates in Mercedes!!!

Nico: “every other day there are moments or things that pop up and I can smirk and thing, ‘that’s exactly the same as it was 15 years ago’”

2013 Malaysian Grand Prix gets an honourable mention. This is the race with red bulls good old multi 21 but merc also had their own team orders, stopping nico from fighting for his first merc podium, but Lewis disagreed with it so it didn’t really spark that much tension between them- more the team.

2014

the start of the turbo-hybrid era so y’all know this was good in terms of performance.

2014 Bahrain Grand Prix

They were both fighting for the win and had a collision which prompted a “mock fight” in parc ferme after the race (which I really hope there’s a video of).

Turns out, Nico won because he had used engine modes banned by Mercedes to get a power advantage in the closing laps. which kinda pissed Lewis off

2014 Spanish Grand Prix

Lewis’ fourth win in a row and took lead in the championship. They were fighting till literally the last second and Lewis crossed the line 0.6 seconds ahead of Nico, who says he could have passed him with one more lap.

Lewis defended using the same banned engine modes that Nico had used in Bahrain. Yeah.

2014 Monaco Grand Prix

This is IT. This is peak petty bitch. This is the one people still cry about.

It’s the end of Q3, both of them are out on a lap, Nico ahead of lewis. Nico’s already on provisional pole but Lewis is pretty close.

And then,, Nico just,, parks his car?? He says he made a mistake but the guy doesn’t even crash he straight up just,, rolls to a stop into a slip road. So the yellow flags come out forcing Lewis to abort a lap that was in the makings of pole.

The stewards say it was a-okay but Lewis was convinced it was intentional (and let’s be honest, yeah it probably was) and he even claimed that merc’s data proved it. (low key surprised he didn’t just tweet out the telemetry but I guess he got a stern telling off from mclaren last time)

But *this* is when Lewis tells the world that they aren’t friends anymore. An iconic interview.

Nico then wins the race too, ending Lewis’s four win streak and putting Nico in the lead of the championship.

2014 Hungarian Grand Prix

Lewis has an engine failure in quali meaning he starts from the pit lane, but he does good to make his way up the pack but THEN there’s a safety car which puts him ahead of Nico but on a different strategy.

Nico asks if Lewis can let him past as he needs to pit again before the end of the race, which will give him the place back anyways. Lewis straight up refuses, he’s on a role here. He started from last, and Nico started from pole, why should he slow down to let his title rival through.

Mercedes strongly suggest that his blocking fucked up Nicos race but Niki Lauda is on Lewis’ side so he doesn’t get punished (We stan a supportive father figure) even though he did blatantly refuse to be a team player.

And guys, this is the last race before the summer break so you know Nico was left seething for four weeks.

2014 Belgian Grand Prix

Second lap, Nico attempts a clumsy move and there’s contact, giving Hamilton a puncture and knocking him out of the race.

There’s a lot of controversy but basically it turns out he crashed with him intentionally, not backing out of the corner to “prove a point”. Nico ended up finishing second but was punished by the team, forced to apologise, and even booed on the podium.

2014 Abu Dhabi

For some reason it ran for double points?? The first time in History??? But idk???

Lewis had a perfect start and went on to win it and take the title, Nico had a problem and was told to retire the car but he kept going anyway and finished 14th. Nico went into the cool down room to congratulate Lewis on the championship win, which. cute.

Lewis claimed his second championship. Which not only was huge because of the inter team rivalry, but also because of the large gap between his first win. This guy had lost out on winning the championship in his ROOKIE season by ONE POINT, and then WON it in his SECOND season, and then there was like a FIVE YEAR gap before he won it again.

2015

Damnnn this car was fiiiinneeeeeee.

They do more laps in testing than any other car AND do it on a single power unit. And then. Australia. They take a one-two THIRTY FOUR seconds ahead of the third place Ferrari.

2015 Chinese Grand Prix

Nico is second in a one-two but claims that Lewis kept backing him up into Seb, trying to compromise his race (and help out his boyfriend).

Lewis gave zero shits: "It's not my job to look after Nico's race, it's my job to manage the car and bring the car home as healthy and as fast as possible. That's what I did."

2015 U.S. Grand Prix

If Lewis wins here he could also claim the title with three races to spare (you have to remember back then the title fight often went up to the last race so this was pretty cool)

Lewis very aggressively forced Rosberg wide at Turn 1 to claim the lead, and then there was some sexy fighting between the Mercs and Redbull all race. Nico led in the closing stages but made a mistake, running deep into a corner and letting Lewis past with only a handful of laps to go.

Nico finished P2 and had not only lost the race but the championship title. Nico was fuming, saying Lewis’ move at the start was “one step too far”.

This is the infamous cap throw in the cool down room. Lewis throws Nico his P2 hat, Nico straight up yeets it back at him. I tear up just thinking about it. They grow up so fast.

2016

Nico had came so close to winning and I guess this was just, the last straw. All or nothing. This year he literally gave it everything he had. Lewis and him stopped speaking, Nico gave up literally the rest of his life and even stopped sleeping in the same bed as his wife and taking care of his kids, instead spending every moment trying to get into Lewis’ head. Honestly, I think he might be the only one that could beat Lewis. Just because he knew him *so well*. He literally threw away like 16 years of friendship. But also it’s like, he had to be world champion. He *had to*. His dad was champion and his whole life he’s been preparing to win it too. Tough luck that he raced in the same era as Mr. Best Driver The Sport Has Ever Seen.

Nico won the last few races of 2015, and the first four races of 2016. Lewis had a couple car problems and Nico had a good lead on him in the championship.

2016 Spanish Grand Prix

Gentlemen. A short view back to the past. Nico had made a switch error on the formation lap causing the car to go into the wrong engine mode. So he was running a lot slower than Lewis, who was fighting to claim back the lead.

Nico closed the door to keep him back, and Lewis lost control on the grass, and spins into Nico and taking them both out of the race in the first lap. This is probably one of the most iconic crashes. I’m pretty sure there’s a clip of this somewhere in black and white with the titanic music over the top.

Niki Lauda blamed this one on Lewis (I guess even a supportive dad has to be critical sometimes) "Lewis is too aggressive. It is stupid, we could've won this race".

2016 Austrian Grand Prix

Nico had been struggling with a brake issue all race but was still on the way to win it. But in the last lap Lewis had caught him up and gone in for the overtake.

Typical Nico not taking any shit, refusing to be the guy that backs out and they collide. Lewis took the win and a damaged Nico dropped to fourth. From first. In the last lap.

Both of them blamed each other and tired dad team boss Toto Wolff threatened team orders in future races.

The stewards blamed Nico for the incident, issuing him two penalty points for failing to allow "racing room" and causing a collision.

2016 Abu Dhabi

In the final laps of the race, Lewis ignored team-orders from his race engineer and the technical director.

He deliberately slowed and backed Nico into the pack hoping they overtake him, and there would be enough of a points difference to win the title.

Nico finished second and won the title by five points.

And then,,, Nico announced a surprise retirement during the FIA prize giving ceremony.

Lewis’ response:

"This is the first time he's won in 18 years, hence why it was not a surprise that he decided to stop.” (We stan a petty king)

“But he's also got a family to focus on and probably wants to have more children. Formula One takes up so much of your time."

“In terms of missing the rivalry, of course because we started karting when we were 13 and we would always talk about being champions. When I joined this team, Nico was there, which was something we spoke about when we were kids. So it's going to be very, very strange, and, for sure, it will be sad to not have him in the team next year."

And now they are kind of on speaking terms but not really, they are both pretty private but I think they are at the ‘awkward small talk when we run into each other at the supermarket’ stage of the break up.

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What gets me is Max's crash could've been far worse. Like we all saw the car afterwards, we saw how he needed a marshals help to get out of the car and away from the track. It's a miracle it wasn't fatal. We've seen drivers die in this sport from less severe crashes. 51g is no fucking joke. The implication that Hamilton did it deliberately, the way he did not give a fuck about Max and waited nearly SIX MINUTES before even asking about him... Like he's still your coworker, someone's child even if you aren't besties ffs. A championship he didn't earn last year mattered more to him than Max's life. You can never guarantee safety when a crash happens, the 2000s is the only decade so far without a driver fatality in F1 ffs. To pull a move like that there, knowing it'll cause a crash, is deliberately putting your fellow drivers lives in danger. To do so deliberately when more than half your friends on the grid have been directly impacted by the loss of someone they cared about due to a crash, I just don't have the words. We heard the fear in Charles' voice, the concern from Sebastian and Mick, Daniel was that desperate for news on Max while Mercedes CELEBRATED that he asked the journalist interviewing him for an update ("we knew he was ok" BULLSHIT TOTO) and we saw how wide his eyes got; he (unlike the keyboard warriors who are here to only hate Max apparently) understood how bad it was. Lewis has never given a shit about safety though, he was against the Halo, we heard his comments on the altering of Spa to make it safer... Just fuck lewis Hamilton

Literally fucking literally anon.

Max thank fuck was all good but Jesus Christ for Lewis to take so long to ask about Max, to even just know if he was moving in the fucking car?? Pathetic. You had Charles and Pierre on the radio fast as fuck to see if Max was okay….people who weren’t even involved in the incident and Lewis took 2 full fucking minutes. Then for him to go into the press and blame Max after he knew Max was in the hospital was fucking vile. Max literally advocated for Spa to be made safer after Landos crash and lewis could care less?? Same with Baku when the tires blew all the other drivers were on Max’s side but lewis and Toto blamed Red Bull…cunts.

Himself and Toto didn’t give a fuck about Max, they didn’t know he was okay no matter how much they want to lie. Daniel literally knew how bad that crash was and Lewis for whatever fucking reason wanted to pretend he didn’t?? That it wasn’t a bad crash?? For him to throw the comment around after silverstone and then for Ferrari to post him saying this shows he knew that Max was going to be the one to beat him and because he couldn’t beat him he had to try and bully him in the press

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Wilbur Soot x Reader...(whether it’s platonic or not is up to you!)

Patched up!

You walked through the door and sheepishly greeted him, trying not to look up and alert him with how beat up you looked.

“Hey- wait what?“ He glanced at you then doubled back to make sure what he’d seen was real, “What happened are you okay?”

He stood up from the couch and sped over to you, sitting you down on a chair and caressing your face while his eyes worriedly scanned you for injuries.

You just looked down and shrugged, not wanting to say anything to make him more worried.

“I- well.. okay hold on- sit still I’ll go find the first aid shit.”

You sat there for a bit and looked around the house before hearing a distant, “Holy fuck.” From the bathroom and then quick footsteps leading to the kitchen.

“Okay I found it- but seriously is it all still sore? Are you okay? Who did this to you?”

You smiled slightly, but not too much to let it hurt and forced out a small breathy laugh, “Well the other person isn’t in the best state either if that makes you less worried?”

“Uh- no it doesn’t but- oh well anyway..” He moved your hair out of your face and applied the alcohol to a cut on your cheek.

“Wil! Stop, stop that hurts-“

“Sorry sorry, here uh.. take my hand.” He grabbed your hand and continued to apply the dressing, wincing slightly when you squeezed his hand a little too hard, but ignored it and put the patch on, securing it with tape.

“Are there any other injuries? Likes besides on your face- I just need to put a plaster on the cut you have there..” He gestured to your nose and pulled off the wrapping to a bandaid and placed it over the cut before standing back and smiling a little.

“You look cute, actually.”

“I just got beat up-“

“Yeah but you still manage to look cute, like- with the plaster on your nose and your cheeks are a little swollen but somehow you still manage to be cute-“

“Wil shush..”

He just smiled and repeated his previous question, “Are you sore anywhere else?”

“Uhm..” You shuffled a bit in your seat, then nodded once you felt a sharp pain stab through your stomach. “Mh yeah, I think there’s a bruise on my stomach, actually..”

“Want me to get an ice pack?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright, I’ll be back, stay still.” He pointed his finger at you then walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer, searching the back of it for an ice pack.

“Ah hah-“ You heard the sliding of plastic against ice and cringed when he slammed the fridge door shut.

“Sorry, here take this- actually wait I’ll get a tea towel..” He sauntered back over to the kitchen and opened the drawer grabbing a towel, then walking back over without even bothering to close it.

“Come on, I’ll help you to the couch and we can watch Hamilton or something, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.” You smiled a little and stood up. Wilbur quickly steadied you and guide you to the couch, helping you sit down without causing too much pain.

“Thank you..”

“No no, it’s alright. What do you wanna watch? I’ll let you pick instead.” He gave you the remote and waited for you to choose something.

“Hamilton is fine, actually. You helped me a lot n’you want to watch it so we will.” You clicked on Disney+ and pressed play on the movie and shifted to get comfortable.

“Awh~” He cooed, poking your arm, “you’re so cute y/n.”

“Wil shut up..”

“Yeah, okay.”

He moved to lay so that his head was in your lap and looked up at you hopefully.

“What?” You looked down at him, your hand moving to subconsciously play with his hair.

“Mm s’good now..” He smiled and turned his head to watch the movie.

“Dork.” You laughed, lightly scratching his head.

“Yeah.” He caressed your knee, then kissed it. “Your dork though..”

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-🪐 I actually enjoy writing one shots a lot more than headcanons LOL but hope you enjoyed :]

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This is my first headcanon ever. It's kind of a headcanon anyway.. This is how I think the Feral Boys would react to (f!) Reader getting mad over something stupid while she's on her period.

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Dream

It was about midday and {Y/n} had to force herself to get out of bed to retrieve food. She decided she would get cereal and return straight to her blankets. Once in the quite kitchen, she reached up in a cabinet and grabbed a bowl, however she accidentally set it down way too hard and the brittle glass bowl shattered everywhere.

She was absolutely enraged. All she wanted was a bowl of cereal and *this* is what she gets? It didn't take long after to hear the thomping footsteps of her boyfriend coming down the stairs to see what the commotion was about. {Y/n} stood with her arms crossed, about to make a move for the broom. "Fucking damnit." She cursed, unbelievably mad at the smallest event.

Dream ended up beating {Y/n} to the broom, sweeping up the shards of glass that littered the tile. He was being extremely careful and thinking his words over before speaking. He knew she was in her period, and that meant she gets angered easily and doesn't like being clung onto by anyone during the week. However, he recognized that she still appreciates his presence.

He steps a little closer, giving a small forehead kiss to his girlfriend before resuming the cleaning. "Baby, if you want too, you can lay in my bed while I edit. I'll clean this up and bring you some cereal." He suggested. "How did you know I even wanted cereal?" She asked. "Because, that's normally what you crave." He answered. She thought for a moment before deciding to take him up on his offer. "Thank you, baby." She mutters before heading upstairs.

George

The relationship between {Y/n} and George was still fairly new, this being their third month together. Therefore, he still isn't exactly sure what his girlfriend needs during her special time of the month. However, he's sort of getting the idea. It's just a bit tricky for him to know for sure when she's going through it, because she doesn't tell a soul. She leaves them guessing, taking pride in it even.

But this time was a little different. She was laying down in bed, trying to read the book "Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen, when the realization struck her that she was currently using her last (pad/tampon/other). She didn't want to leave her bed, much less her house. She angrily closed her book and slammed in down on the nightstand, thinking over her options in her mind.

George just happened to be passing by her door whenever she slammed her book. It startled him a little, but he entered her room nonetheless. Although she heard him come in, she refused to tear her focus away from her thoughts. George knew something was up a couple days ago. The possibility of her monthly happening was a thought, but he wasn't 100% sure.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, walking over to the edge of the bed before sitting down. "No." She immediately answers, crossing her arms over her chest. She still didn't really want to give in that easily, though. She still had her pride, despite her situation. "What happened?" He wondered. "Nothing." She replied, avoiding his careful gaze.

"C'mon, Love, we both know that isn't true." He says, softening his tone of voice. She almost instantly melts into his stare. She huffs out a breath, however desperate to keep her silence. He treads lightly, brushing a strand of messy hair from her face, whilst caressing her cheek in the meantime. She finally gives way, breaking through to him as if a dam just broke. "Fine." She states.

He smiles, knowing he won without asking the question that would set him up for failure. "I'm on my last (pad/tampon/other) and I don't want to leave the house." She explained. George breaks into a small fit of laughter. "Was it really something that simple? That's nothing compared to what I thought was wrong. But I can get you what you need, Love." He says, after narrowly avoiding a harsh glare. "Would you like anything else while I'm gone?" He wonders. "Hm.. Maybe some chocolate... Please." She answers. He nods before giving her a swift kiss.

Sapnap

Sapnap.. Is quite the special case, to say the least. He does n o t pick up on hints very well... Which leaves him very lost and confused when his girlfriend all of the sudden starts acting a lot different than normal and suddenly more distant with him. She didn't exactly mean too, it was just what happens during her period.

He was scared that he did something wrong because of this, but he couldn't come up with a reason why. Did he leave the toilet seat up? Maybe he accidentally ignored her? What if he forgot about something they were supposed to do? Dear God, did he forget their anniversary or her birthday or something? Despite what he thought he did, he wanted to try and "make things right."

He entered her bedroom as she watching a John Mulaney special on Netflix. He stood beside her bed. "Hey, could we play Pokémon together?" He asked. "No. I don't feel like it." She didn't mean to add the annoyed tone to her voice, but she did. She was just annoyed in general. "D-Did I do something wrong?" He asked, scared of her answer. It was then when she realized she was being short with him and distant.

She sighed, knowing she owed him an explanation now. "I'm sorry, Darling. I didn't mean to come across like that. I'm just... cramping really bad today, and I'm really really really craving some ice cream, but I don't want to get up either." She explains, rambling just a little bit. He blushes a little when he realizes what was going on, but he quickly retrieves some ice cream for the both of them, before joining her in bed and finishing the John Mulaney special together.

Karl

Manz is prepared. I'm talking, he's got a secret box in his closet filled with everything she may need, from pads, to tampons, to chocolates, to a heating pad, he has it all. He's so dedicated to making sure he does everything right that he has a period tracker app on his phone to know when she's about to start. Therefore, he knows when he needs to back up and give you some breathing room.

So one day, when his girlfriend got very upset just because her phone died, he knew exactly why. "Do you need absolutely anything? I brought you a chocolate bar." He says when he hears the ruckus from her room. She softens up almost immediately, always touched by the way he knows what to do and say.

"Thank you.. Could you plug my phone up, please?" She asks. He happily jumps on the simple task, despite her charger literally being right beside her. "And maybe... could we cuddle for a little while too?' She wonders. He smiles brightly. "Definitely." He agrees, before slipping in bed with her as they start to watch Hamilton for the third time.

Quackity

Quackity seems to think it's comedy gold whenever his girlfriend gets infuriated by the tiniest things. He was sitting on the couch, watching something on the T.V., while {Y/n} came out of her room for the first time since today. She came to get a snack herself, not wanting to bother her boyfriend much.

But what she failed to notice as she was walking through the Living Room, was the Thanos doll that Quackity completely forgot to pick up earlier. And of course, she stepped on the damned thing. She yelped, almost falling over thanks to the toy. In a fit of rage, she picked the doll up and stomped over to one of the open windows, throwing it as hard as she could into the outside world.

Quackity could not stop laughing from the moment she stepped on the plastic toy, now laughing harder than ever because of it. "Shut up! It's your stupid fucking fault the thing was left there anyway!" She cursed, clearly displeased. He didn't listen, of course. "I-I'm sorry." He said through his laughter. As much as she wanted to stay mad, his laughter was contagious.

She ended up bursting with laughter as well, their voices mixing like milk and honey in the atmosphere. {Y/n} joined Quackity on the couch, laying across his lap as he played with her hair, the two starting to talk about random topics. She always went through a few days on her period where she was just a little more clingy than the others, but Quackity just learned to accept that. He wouldn't say it exactly, but he did actually enjoy it.

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Third gym squad with a theater kid s/o:

Kuroo Tetsurou

Tbh, he knew what he was signing up for when he started dating you.

He’s just not used to it, because he doesn’t have many extroverted friends who aren’t annoying pieces of-

I can envision you both going on the hub to watch pirated musicals. Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, you name it.

He loooves your singing voice, even if it’s your nervous purposely bad one.

You love the musicals that include allll the good stuff (trauma, death, tragedy, etc.)

Or the iconic ones. You can’t forget about those.

So you’re less-than-thrilled when your school chooses “Honk! The Musical” for this years play.

It’s a spin off of the ugly duckling that no one has heard of.

And when you come up to Kuroo sulking about this boring play you’re emotionally obliged to do, he can’t help but laugh a little.

But his laughter stops when he sees your eyes down at your shoes.

And then he shuts the fuck up because you’re actually upset.

After assuring that you will still be Broadway material even if you’re dressed up as a goose, you feel a little better.

In the two weeks leading up to auditions, Kuroo is starting to get caught humming “A Poultry Tale” at practice.

I mean, his Spotify feed went from Kendrick Lamar to Legally Blonde within one month of dating you, so cut the guy a break.

The day of auditions, you’re a bundle of nerves as you go over the dumb song again and again.

And Kuroo is like “calm down babe you’re gonna do great.”

That sure did a ton.

“Shut up Heather”

...

“Sorry Heather”

He’s also a bundle of nerves at practice, though. He just couldn’t let you see it.

By now, all of the Nekoma team knows you’re auditioning today, and the minute he walks in he just holds up a hand.

“They’re auditioning as we speak”

He’s not surprised when you get the lead.

He looks like the cat who ate the canary he’s a little amused when he figures out the lead is named “Ugly” but by now he has learned to keep it on the inside.

Your schedule is now jam packed, but that’s okay, because Nationals are also coming up for Kuroo and needs to put in some extra hours at the gym anyways.

You better believe two months later Kuroo is making his entire team buy a ticket.

Kuroo didn’t even get to see you on opening night because of dress rehearsals, but that’s okay.

He cleared his entire schedule that day and now has time to wallow in his own excitement and buy you some flowers.

He’s there with the squad team at 6PM sharp, dressed up, and trying to keep his dignity.

When you first walk on stage, the team snickers a little bit at your costume, but Kuroo was completely enraptured by your singing voice, your blocking, your makeup, everything.

This was much better than the demo CD that they had given you.

Afterwards, he gives you your flowers and is glued to your side for the rest of the night, babbling about how proud he was of you, and how talented you are, Nekoma team be damned.

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukki-poo already had a soft spot for the arts before he met you.

Not that he would tell anyone, ever.

When you started dating him though, it gave him an excuse to share his favorite soundtracks.

“you can hit that note, you know.”

*cue the arguing about how you aren’t Barbara Streisand*

When you two are walking through the hallway with him and you see the poster reading “Auditions for Karasuno High School’s ‘The Little Mermaid’ are open!” You start freaking out.

You love that movie! And Kei tolerates it!

Kei honestly thought you would be Ariel/Prince Eric when he first heard you singing “Part of Your World”

Like, you have the voice of a fucking lark. The directors have to be batshit crazy not to cast you.

In his humble opinion.

So he’s a bit taken aback when you get the role of Flounder, but he’s very proud anyways. Especially after you explain that there’s musical numbers that you’re in that aren’t in the movie.

He just hates your director for no reason now.

Practicing your lines with him in your free time becomes almost inevitable because you both have nothing else better to do.

And he can see how into it you are.

And let me just say that you are killing it.

Seriously. You have no problem getting into character, and Kei doesn’t say this much but-

It’s fucking adorable, okay? He has little goth moths in his stomach.

And he can’t wait to see the show, because then he can show you off.

That doesn’t mean he likes the other first years prying at your progress.

Hinata’s incessant questioning about theater anatomy and the memorization of your lines gets really annoying.

Even for someone with a normal temper like you-

“Yes it’s called the right wing. NOT wing spiker. Yes they’re off book. Now will you shut your trap already?”

Dress Rehearsals come, and you’re spinning around his room, face morphing from complete concentration to happy, go-lucky Flounder.

You, Kei, and Yamaguchi (your little third wheel-) all know the soundtrack pretty much up and down, left and right, backwards and inside out.

He still shivers remembering the time you just walked into his house not registering that Flounder’s makeup looks kind of scary up close-

All of his pride was sacrificed that day. All of it.

On the morning of opening night, Kei was walking you to the school, pretending to be bitchy about it being on a Saturday.

“C’mon, what am I supposed to do all day?”

As luck would have it, he’s stuck sitting next to one Hinata Shoyo. Lovely.

So he sat down next to him, and ignored him the whole show. I mean, it worked, he shut up after thirty seconds.

After the show, Kei has to wait a bit for you to take your makeup off, but when you come running out, he can’t hold back a tiny grin.

“That was good. I’m proud of you.”

And then he took you to dinner because singing makes a bad bleep hungry 😌

Bokuto Kotarou

Listen, you’re loud, Bokuto’s loud-

So basically you two are on a mission to not annoy Akaashi for as long as you can before inevitably getting yelled at for your affection and love and shit.

Now, both of you would love for this to be possible.

But the Frozen soundtrack makes it too difficult.

Especially when you can edit the lyrics just to piss off Konoha.

“Turn away and slAm the door *on Konoha”

“The wind is howling like the storm inside *of Konoha”

The possibilities are endless, really.

The game changer is when you two are belting out the song where Elsa and Anna are arguing.

And you accidentally hit the “I-i-I CANNNNT”

Akaashi is like for the love of GOD just audition for the play.

He quickly realizes that his suggestion was not a good idea.

Since guess what the musical is.

You’re auditioning as a joke, okay? You love Frozen, but this is a Fukurōdani Academy level play.

You didn’t expect to land the role of Olaf.

Your director sat you down and bluntly told you that he thought that you had the charisma and energy to be Olaf, but he knew that you were auditioning for a joke.

He needed you to be committed.

And hell yeah, you were gonna be committed.

At first, Bokuto was super proud of you! His s/o as a lead role? So impressive!

You even taught Bokuto your choreography for “In Summer”

He only retained half of it, but eh.

He’s a volleyball player. He tried.

As rehearsal times became longer and longer, Bokuto was a little upset at himself because he didn’t realize how committed you were until it hit him in the face.

Akaashi is there to get him out of his funk when you aren’t, though.

“They feel the same way when you need to be in the gym longer. It’s just a part of having a passion. Just utilize your time with them wisely.”

This bitch knows full well Bokuto doesn’t do ‘wise’ though, so he also sets to him a little more.

Dress rehearsals start, and Bokuto is always waiting for you to come out of the auditorium to ride the bus home.

You’re just bubbling over with stories about the magic of being on stage.

The lights, the microphones, the costumes, just talking about it makes you nostalgic already.

On opening night, Bokuto and Akaashi are there in the front row, going through the program.

“There’s y/n!!!!”

And you can’t see him because of the blinding spotlight, but you can hear Bokuto cheering for you after you finish “In Summer”

Afterwards he gives you a big hug, and you guys go home and watch Frozen.

Akaashi Keiji

When you start dating Akaashi in your second year at Fukurōdani, you’ve been on stage for the last ten years of your life.

Singing, acting, dancing, you love it all.

You’re even considering making it your career.

Akaashi doesn’t know much about theater at all, but he makes sure to do his research since it’s such a big part of your life.

The company you take acting classes with is having their winter show soon, and you couldn’t be happier when you figure out it’s ‘Into the Woods.’

Akaashi makes the mistake of asking the plot of the story.

“So basically there are these two infertile bakers with dead parents and there’s this witch that’s old and wrinkly and she comes to their house because fifty years ago the bakers dad stole her veggies and took the magic beans that made her look old and wrinkly-“

(A/n: this isn’t even half the plot)

He decides he’ll figure it out when he sees the play.

Akaashi knows that it’s a difficult one, though.

Sondheim doesn’t fuck around.

So you shouldn’t be beating yourself up about cracking on some of the high notes and screaming into your pillow.

He feels like an idiot every time you ask him to give you constructive criticism.

He doesn’t know what to say. “That was good” is obviously not what you want to hear.

When the date of your audition rolls around, he has early morning practice.

So he sends you a text saying how far you’ve come already and he’ll be proud even if you end up being a tree and break a leg (he’s very proud of that part. Theater lingo with Akaashi 101)

He’s very pleased to hear through your extremely fast and animated chattering that you killed it.

You were going to be Jack from “Jack and the Beanstalk.”

He’s still not sure how that correlates with infertile bakers, but he’ll go with it.

You also have a notoriously hard solo, “Giants in the sky.”

Akaashi is very impressed.

All you two do is practice that song, until Akaashi is half sure he could sing the song if he really gave an effort.

(He tries seriously one time. He can’t sing. To save his life. Sorry Keiji and RIP y/n’s ears.)

“Maybe you’re just not a soprano?”

“I’ll leave the limelight to you.”

Rehearsals always leave you drained. There are so many dance numbers in the play that you have to go over.

And songs, oh god, the songs are pieces of work.

But you wouldn’t trade it for the world, so Keiji stays close, and is endlessly supportive.

You sent him a picture of your Jack costume, and Keiji is like that is kind of adorable ngl-

He walks into the auditorium you’re performing in, and even he’s nervous to be in there. It’s huge.

But when you walk on the stage, and start belting, all the breath leaves his lungs.

Oh. Ohhhhhhh. He understands the plot now.

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

come on in, folks, i got some kind of goof ass Beetlejuice/Evil Dead crossover for you to enjoy.

He’s eighteen, and it’s Saturday, which means that he and Lydia are wandering around Manhattan, looking for trouble to get into. Lydia, eleven and ever his little shadow, is standing next to him, as they take a moment, on the busy New York street corner, to sip their boba and think about their next move. They were meant to be watching some horror movie that had looked alright from the previews, but ended up being so stupid, it wasn’t even fun, and the Deetz siblings had found themselves walking out, one hour poorer but a bucket of overly butter saturated movie popcorn richer. “I still can’t believe how bad that was,” Lydia says, again, huffing, because they’d actually paid money to see that stinker, instead of sneaking in, which is their usual habit. “Ya get one big name attached an’ everyone apparently stops givin’ a shit. Musta figured th’ droolin’ masses would eat it up,” he agrees, and he slurps up the last of his tapioca balls, and then proceeds to eat the plastic straw. “Is it too much to ask that characters actually be interesting, and, I don’t know, behave like normal human people?” Lyds bitches, as BJ takes a bite out of his cup, too. She glances up at him, dryly. “I mean, I guess maybe my standards for normality are low, but still.”

He grins at her. “Whatever could you possibly mean, sister dearest?” he puts on a posh, almost transatlantic accent, and she rolls her eyes, and sucks boba up in her straw, then shoots the pearls at him like a pea shooter. He snorts and laughs.

It’s a good day, despite the letdown at the movies. It’s nearly that time of year, just about the start of his seasonal depression, as the sun becomes shy and things go cold and gray. Still, there’s some time left with the sunshine, so he’s drinking it up, savoring it, and it feels good, to stand here with Lyds, and talk about nothing. “Alright, come on, let’s second act it,” he grins, and she perks up. “I think Wicked’s playing!” “Wicked’s always playin’.” “Well, I’m not sitting through Hamilton, it’s a Saturday. I’m not learning if I don’t have to.” “Totally fuckin’ fair. Music Man, maybe?” “Hugh Jackman’s weirdly brick shaped head freaks me out.” “There’s gotta be a show we can sneak into,” BJ frowns, scratching at the scruff of his chin, and then he catches a scent he’s never smelled before, as Lydia puzzles through their remaining options. It’s like death, sort of, but not. Like death warmed over, or death, refried. He takes his sister’s hand, and leads her away from the street corner, following the smell, nose in the air, pupils blown wide, and Lydia laughs. “Great, time to go poke a dead thing. That’s more fun than The Last Four Years, at least.” She’s seen him go like this before, and thinks she knows what to expect.

Neither of them know how to react when they follow the scent down an alleyway and see the violent fight happening in front of them.

Parked at the far end of the alleyway is a car, some 70’s make that he doesn’t know enough about such things to name, and between it, and the Deetz siblings, is an one handed man absolutely going feral on a group of three refried dead smelling zombie… things. “Deadly-vu,” he hears Lydia whisper, as they watch the man perform a scissor kick that sends a zombie head flying. It bounces like a basketball against the brick wall that makes the alleyway, rolls, and lands at the Deetz sibling’s feet. There’s a beat, as they stare at it, and it stares back, before the head on the ground opens its mouth and speaks. “DEMON!” it shrieks, and then it makes the life ending choice to roll at Lydia, teeth bared, and his boot is going through it, crushing through the skull like an overly juicy bug under his heel. He takes a second to wipe the gore from his sole onto the pavement. “Maybe Wicked could be good,” he turns and says to Lydia, who responds by ducking behind him, because the body the head formerly belonged to seems to be stumbling at them, clutching something in it’s boiled and infected and puss covered arms, and it thrusts the thing at BJ, before falling down and collapsing into dust. It’s a book. Some kind of creepy old demon book, from the look of it. He wrinkles his nose in vague disgust, and then takes a sniff. If the zombie things are refried death, this thing is a whole fucking Mexican food buffet of it, and it makes his head spin in a way he’s never felt before. He kind of likes it. He’s about to give the cursed reading material a tentative lick before a boom rings out from in front of them- the one handed man has pulled a sawed off shotgun off his back, and dispatched another corpse thing. There’s one left, and it’s circling the man, who by this point is so blood covered, he looks like he was tricked into being prom queen, or something.

“Is it just me, or do you freaks just keep gettin’ uglier?” the man quips, and the corpse lunges, a stumbling move which earns it the butt of the shotgun to the jaw, which goes flying. The zombie is shot through the gut, and drops, but is a twitching, squirming mess. BJ’s seen enough horror movies to know that thing is getting back up. The stranger has apparently, too. He takes a moment to reload the shotgun, then double taps, blowing clean through the thing’s skull. He blows at the slightly smoking barrels of his sawed off, twirls it, and holsters it, re-slipping it onto his back. It’s a pretty cool move, actually, and the siblings watch in rapt attention. It takes the three remaining people (well, two people, one demon,) in the alley a moment to actually focus on each other, and there’s silence, before the stranger speaks. “Uh,” says the man, covered in blood, and Lydia peaks out from behind BJ, and stares at him, with big eyes. “Kids,” he hears the man mutter. “Great, just what I need, a coupla kids, gettin’ in my way.. Hey, kiddies,” he says, louder, with a smile, which might be really charming when he’s not soaked in rot and blood, but the effect at the moment is not as sincere and friendly as he clearly thinks it is. “Looks like you two little heroes managed to wrangle my book away from those deadites. You wanna do your pal Ash a favor, and hand it over?” He makes a “come here” motion with his stump arm, and then seems to realize that’s not so appealing, because he tucks that appendage behind his back, worried, suddenly, about scaring them. As if a man with a missing hand is the weirdest thing they've seen in the last five minutes.

“What the fuck,” Lydia says, and BJ can’t help but agree with that sentiment. Also, he feels a vague sense of sudden responsibility for this weird old tome. It doesn’t exactly seem like the kind of thing a human should have. Maybe those zombies… deadites? Maybe they were trying to get back what was stolen from them. Though he’s not charitable enough to assume that they’re the good guys in this feud. The stranger, Ash, takes a careful step forward. “It’s alright,” he says, like he’s talking to a wild animal he’s trying to tame, and not a teen and preteen, respectively. “I’m not gonna hurtcha. Just need to get my book back.”

A sudden screeching wind roars down the alleyway, and both living humans react, ducking, as it bellows and swirls around them, kicking up dust and trash and chunks of leftover deadite. “Demon! Aid us!” BJ feels a presence in front of his face, something he can’t see, but a great, ancient something, reaching out to him, demanding, begging, pleading, for him to assist in whatever macabre goal it wants to meet. He responds by sticking his unglamoured tongue out at it. “Ewww, gross. No.”

The thing shrieks again, and makes a beeline for Lydia, which is just about the stupidest thing it could have done, because he drops his glamour fully and snarls, gives the ancient being a psychic push back, and he sends the thing that cannot be seen flying, out of the shady darkness of this alleyway, past what he assumes to be Ash’s car, and out onto the city street, into the sun. It shrieks and moans and curses him. He flips it off, as it dissipates. The vibe in the air, however, tells him it’s not “dead,” just gone.

Ash straightens up and looks at him. BJ’s already slipped his human disguise back on, so the effect is that Ash has just seen what seems to be a slightly too pale and definitely overweight human teen somehow push back an ancient evil, totally unaffected. Now it’s his turn to let out a confused, “What the fuck?”

“Come on, BJ!” Lydia grabs her big brother’s arm and pulls him away, running from the gore and the confused zombie slayer. “Wait, kids-!” Ash rounds the corner, after them, but the Deetz siblings are already gone, disappeared into thin air, flash stepping the span of blocks in the blink of an eye, and they don’t stop until Lydia, sick from the teleportation, gives his hand a squeeze. They appear on a rooftop, confusing and traumatizing some pigeons that had been roosting.

“Wait, why did we run?’ BJ asks, and Lydia looks at him like he’s a moron. “Because that guy was clearly a monster hunter! And kind of really good at it!” she says. He mulls that over, and smiles. “Worried for your big bro?” he bats his eyelashes at her, and she responds by slugging him in the gut, which he reacts the barest amount to. “Last thing I want is to explain to mom and dad how you ended up with a shotgun blast through your skull,” she says, and crosses her arms, before leaning forward, to study the book he’s still holding. “So. What is that?” He grins. “Wanna open it an’ find out?” Read the rest of the first chapter here!

[laurenairay]

Would you be willing to do number 8 with Dougie Hamilton? I’m in my Dougie feels today and you wrote him so well in your AU fic. ❤️ -Mags

Thanks for requesting this one @thebookofmags – I’m so glad you love Dougie as much as I do! I hope you like this angsty blurb 💖

“Give me another chance.”

*

Dougie fished his house keys out of his pocket with a smile on his face. Things had just been so stressful with the team lately, a bad string of bad losses. But after their win last night, things had felt a so much more positive today. A mid-afternoon practice with team bonding afterwards – just pizza, a little beer and a lot of video games – had lifted team spirits so much, and Dougie was buzzing.

And now he was home, to see you. What could be better?

But instead of the smile he was expecting, he was met with a cold glare.

“Nice to see you too, Dougie. Did you forget something?”

Dougie looked you up and down, taking in the evening gown, glamourous make-up and high heels tossed carelessly on the floor, before his heart dropped into his stomach. No. No. He…he was meant to have accompanied you to an event at your workplace tonight, and he’d…forgotten?

“Oh fuck,” was all that Dougie said.

“Oh fuck is right. Thanks for tonight, I had such a fun time,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your words.

“I swear I didn’t mean to forget. I was with the team and I just lose track of time, I’m sorry,” Dougie explained, wincing at how bad that sounded.

You narrowed your eyes at his weak excuse, pressing your lips together, unimpressed. Tonight had been so important, a black tie work event with champagne reception included, and he had promised he would join you. Going alone had been so humiliating. Fuck knows what you were going to say in the office on Monday.

“I don’t ask for much, Dougie. I really don’t, you know this. My work event had been organised for so long now, and you promised you would come with me, and then you let me down,” you said sharply, “I don’t think there is anything else to talk about,”

Dougie’s jaw dropped at the finality in your tone, and he immediately shook his head, desperation filling his eyes.

“No, babe, please, I’m sorry,” he insisted, “it won’t happen again!”

You gritted your teeth, running a shaky hand through your once-immaculate curls. Your mother had warned you not to get involved with a professional athlete, saying that you could never trust them to keep to their word – could she actually be right?

“How can I trust that?” you eventually said, “can you honestly swear it would never happen again?”

“Yes,” Dougie said firmly.

The seriousness in his voice surprised you. But you kept your face neutral, just crossing your arms over your chest.

“Babe please, it was just a mistake,” he said softly.

Just a mistake. Hah. What else was a mistake?

“A mistake is forgetting to pick up milk at the grocery store. Forgetting an event that you knew was important to me because you lost track of time with your team isn’t even close to being good enough, Dougie,” you said coldly, “it’s unacceptable. I understand that team bonding is important, but if you don’t want to go to things with me, you should’ve just said!”

“That’s not it at all!” he insisted.

But you just shook your head, anger rising again. This was going nowhere.

“I can’t even look at you right now,” you scowled.

“Baby, please,” Dougie murmured, “please don’t leave,”

You shook your head again, pressing your lips together to avoid saying something you didn’t mean. You weren’t leaving leaving. You just…didn’t want to be around him right now.

“I think I’m just going to sleep in the spare room tonight,” you said shortly.

“What? No!” Dougie choked.

You rolled your eyes. He really wasn’t getting it.

“I just need to be alone right now,” you said sharply, “I’m so fucking angry and you’re not making things any better,”

When his face crumpled, eyes filling with tears, you closed yours. This…this really wasn’t how you had wanted tonight to go. It was meant to have been a fun evening together, and now? Now you didn’t even know if your relationship was hanging on by any more than a frayed thread.

“Please don’t leave me,”

You opened your eyes at his quiet words, brow creasing at the devastated look on his face, and the anger faded from your body. You had never seen him look this distraught before.

“I’m not going to leave you, Dougie. It’s just…you hurt me. You made a promise to me and you broke it, so I need some space,” you said softly.

Dougie swallowed heavily, eyes scanning your face, before he nodded.

“Okay. I’ll just…leave you to it then,” he said sadly.

You bit your bottom lip before you walked away, heading for your shared bedroom to get changed. You didn’t realise that tears were running down your cheeks until you looked into the mirror, and it was all you could do to whimper, hand immediately flying up to cover your mouth, to muffle any noise. Fuck. How could tonight have gone any worse?

As you reached into the drawer to get clean pyjamas, you heard Dougie enter the room, but chose not to say anything. You’d said all you wanted to tonight. Anything more was just going

“I know you're mad. And I get it, I let you down and that isn’t okay. I’ll give you all the space that you need, I swear. Please know that I am so sorry. Just…give me another chance. Please?”

You inhaled sharply, trying to control yourself, but it was no use. Tears just kept falling. So you slowly turned around, showing Dougie just how much of a mess you were, and he immediately reached out for you with both hands. You didn’t hesitate to fold yourself into his arms, burying your face into his chest, tears plus make-up be damned.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

Dougie kept murmuring these words as he held you tightly, one hand rubbing your back soothingly, until your tears had subsided. And even then you stayed in his eyes for a few more moments.

“I’m sorry about your shirt,” you mumbled, grimacing at the mess.

“Fuck my shirt,”

You choked out a laugh, wiping your cheeks dry, Dougie just smiling sadly.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” Dougie whispered after a couple of beats.

“I know,” you sighed, “I know you are. Doesn’t make things any less shitty though,”

Dougie winced but nodded. “Will you give me a chance to make it up to you?” he asked.

You already knew the answer to that.

“Yeah, I will. Just…not tonight,” you nodded.

“Thank you,” he said softly, “I…I’ll see you in the morning,”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, hands cupping your face, just long enough to leave you a little breathless before he pulled away and left the room.

Tonight had been awful, one of the worst nights you could remember. But hopefully tomorrow…

Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.