#Mick can't hold anymore

[badassfetish]

This week's prompt at @galladrabbles is "Dinner Party" kindly offered by @twinklyylights so let's get our boys on the road. It's an AU where they never had anything besides endless flirting

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"Can't believe Gallaghers and Milkoviches are officially going to be family" - Ian said

Mickey stared at him, driving them to Lip and Mandy's engagement dinner party After years attending Gallagher's events with Mandy, Mickey developed the most massive crush on Ian, but he just couldn't find the courage to act on it

Ian stopped at a red light, visibly anxious

"Guess we'll see each other a lot more from now on, huh?" - he said, sheepishly

"You want it?" - Mickey's gaze was heavy, voice almost failing

Desire threatening to suffocate them both

"So much, Mick.."

[redclercs]

— or, the one where you go back to square one.

✤ requested as part of the lavender haze event!

✤ ex! mick schumacher x fem reader, prompts used: “say you want me, and i’m yours.” + "what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?" + car sex in the rain

✤ warnings: smut, slight angst, mutual pining, mdni!! little plot, fingering (f receiving), grinding, little bit of dirty talk, car sex, idk how to write car sex bear with me lmao, protected sex, piv, hair pulling. while the actions portrayed in this writing are consensual, do not take this as an example and be smart about having sex!! 2k words (this was supposed to be a really short drabble)

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It’s a make it or break it situation every time you see Mick.

Not your fault really, things with him never go the way you plan them in your head and there is no use in being angry anymore, life happens and that’s that. Your attempt at being something else with Mick had met its dead end sooner rather than later, and like a pair of fools you told each other you could go back to being friends, as if nothing had happened.

But honestly, how are you supposed to look at Mick as just your friend again? When all you can picture when you close your eyes are scratches that run down his back and the hickeys on your neck.

"What are you thinking?" he asks, pulling you out of your thoughts like he always does when he notices that faraway stare. "Everything okay?"

Unable to hold back your eyeroll, you nod. "Just great."

Mick frowns and then shrugs, he doesn't want in-depth explanations of your feelings lately. It's not that he doesn't want to deal with them, but he doesn't know how to without making a burden out of his own.

He flashbacks constantly to the night the decision of being 'just friends' was made between the two of you. It was for the best, or so he thought and the momentary relief he'd felt when you agreed didn't compare to the anguish that followed him since your friend let it slip that you were moving on with someone else.

It's possible he's taking you straight to someone else right this second, as you're on your way to a party hosted by one of your mutual friends. He shouldn't have agreed to this, and he's been praying for something—just about anything—to get in the way, so you can't make it to your destination.

You turn the volume of the radio up, you hate the song, but you don't think you can go on with the only sound being the rain pattering outside the car.

Mick's prayers are answered when the rain starts falling so heavy, it's impossible to see further than a few meters, even the headlights of the rest of the cars are hidden through the curtain of water falling from the sky.

"Should I pull over?" he questions, albeit stupidly. It's the best course of action right now and he is in no rush to continue the journey. "It's safer."

You shrug again, feigning disinterest although your body has tensed. "Fine by me."

Mick stops in a lay-by, turning the car engine off once he's made sure he's left enough space for another vehicle that wants to park behind you. "We'll just let the rain pass for a while."

"I know," you huff, he doesn't have to narrate everything you do. It's irritating and you're not a child that needs explanations every two seconds.

"Why are you mad at me?" he questions, turning the volume down before undoing his seatbelt. "Did I do something wrong?"

Where do you start?

"We would have missed the rain if you'd gotten to my place on time," you murmur. It's the first excuse you can think of to be angry at him, although it's not the real reason.

"I said I was sorry, y/n. I had things to do other than being your chauffeur."

"Well I didn't know being 'my chauffeur' bothered you so much, I could have asked Esteban to take me instead."

"You know it's not that," Mick groans, hitting his forehead against the steering softly.

"Then what is it?" you roll your eyes again, turning in the seat to look at him. "Please, do tell."

Mick stares back at you, and the choice is made within seconds in his brain, he's telling the truth. He cannot keep pretending he's not absolutely tormented by the idea that you've met someone else. "I don't want you to move on. I don't want you to go to whoever is waiting for you at that party."

You're caught off guard, having expected something entirely different to come out of his mouth. A strangled 'what?' leaves your lips before Mick is kissing you, praying once again, that you don't reject his advance. Even if it's what he deserves.

It's a desperate kiss, sloppy and wet and better than any you've ever had with him. Because you can feel how much he has wanted it, and you have wanted it too, so, so much. But what if this is all he wants? To know he still holds this power over you to have you physically, but with no strings attached.

You cannot handle the heartbreak of not being able to have him in the way you want to. Not again.

You push him off you, firm but gentle as his lips start traveling down your jaw and to your neck. "No, Mick. Not again."

"Why not?" he whispers against the pulse on your neck, sending shivers through your body. "y/n..."

“Say you want me, and I'm yours," you sigh, as his lips still hover over your skin. "But mean it, Mick. Mean it this time."

"I want you, y/n. I never stopped wanting you," his right hand is holding your jaw and the other is in your hair, combing it behind your ear. "And I'm not saying this just to fuck you. I mean it. I miss you."

You've known Mick for enough time to have figured out the little tells he has when he's lying. And you are so relieved to find that he's not, as he takes you in with those blue eyes you've missed so much. "I miss you too," you whisper, before looking for his lips again.

One moment you're still in your seat, legs twisted in an uncomfortable position and the next you're on Mick's lap, after he's moved the seat all the way back leaving you enough space not to be pressed against the steering wheel.

His hands are on your hips and your ass, lifting the skirt you're wearing before letting it fall back down. Your hands wrap around his neck before falling to his chest. The kisses you exchange are still messy, rushed and quick. You bite his lower lip before licking it soothingly and he groans, hands pressing harder on your ass.

You can feel his fingers moving to your inside thigh slowly, ghost touches that are there one moment and gone the next. You move your hips back and forth, slowly, starting to feel Mick's growing bulge. He grunts again, pulling you down on him to create more friction.

Mick's hand finally finds its way back to your throbbing core, you're starting to get desperate because it's just not enough. No matter how much you sway your hips in circles or you press down on him, it's not enough. "Please," you whine against the shell of his ear, "Please touch me."

His index and middle finger press against the wet cloth that are your panties and he smiles into your lips. "You're so wet for me,"

You can't find a coherent answer, and he doesn't let you anyway, as he moves your panties to one side to access your hole. His index goes inside you painfully slowly, and you know he's enjoying torturing you this way. Your fingers pull on the back of his head, tugging at his hair and you're not surprised when he moans, the hand that's not on your pussy clasps the back of your neck.

The rain is still going strong around you, and yet the only sounds both of you can focus on are the ones leaving you both. Gasps and moans, grunts and whines.

"What pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?" Mick pulls your head back by the neck for you to stop hiding your face against his neck as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His thumb is drawing slow circles in your clit while he interchanges the motion of pumping you to scissoring them inside of you. "Do you want to cum?"

You nod desperately, grinding against his fingers while you still pull on his hair. "Please, Mick."

"Not with my fingers,"

You miss him immediately when he pulls his hand away, your hole clenching around nothing. But you hurry to undo his belt and zipper, you need him right now. Mick shifts in his seat, looking for the jacket in the backseat.

Your fingers wrap around his dick and you start pumping him slowly, your thumb running across his tip between movements has him moaning and bucking his hips.

"Seriously?" you pause, looking at the brand new pack of condoms he gets out of the inside pocket of his jacket.

"In my defense, Esteban asked me to buy them for him," his already reddened cheeks turn a shade or two darker, and he smiles at you. "He won't miss one."

You continue with your up and down movements while Mick opens the package and once he gets the condom out, he grabs your wrist to halt you.

Mick almost cums from the sight of you putting the condom on him, something he never thought he'd ever see again after fucking everything up.

You move your underwear to the side once again and Mick grabs your hips to lift you before letting you fall slowly on his cock. Both of you throw your heads back in pleasure and you stay like that for a moment, taking in the sensation of being as physically close as you can possibly be. Mick fills you up perfectly, and you feel so, so good around him.

Your hips rock back and forth slowly, while you maintain eye contact with him, blue eyes eating you up in awe. And he helps you lift your body and fall back on him at your own pace, he's at your mercy.

The hand that isn't steadying you goes back to your clit, caressing and pressing until he finds that right movement that makes you hold your breath before you release it in a pleasured cry. "Just like that, Mick, please."

He continues to draw circles on your clit while nipping on your neck, interrupted every now and then by his own moans of pleasure. Your pace quickens and Mick's neck strains, trying to hold his orgasm back, he wants you to reach yours first.

You smile at his distress, and move your hips faster guiding him up and down in frantic movements. And it's useless how much he tries to hold back, because when you bottom out, he groans, his release spilling inside the condom.

But you don't stop riding him, and he tries his best to keep his focus on the bundle of nerves between your legs, twisting his fingers faster and harder until you grip his shoulder and let your head fall into the crook of his neck, shaking with such pleasure you're seeing stars.

You stay like that for a few moments, while your breath goes back to normal and your body stops twitching with the remnants of your high. Mick goes soft still inside you and you support your weight on his shoulders to lift yourself off him.

The windows are foggy and the car smells of what you just did, the music is still playing in low volume and the rain refuses to stop.

Mick helps you return to the passenger seat, not without stealing another kiss from you, holding your jaw between his thumb and index.

Both of you fix your clothes in silence, one that falls heavy turning uncomfortable quickly.

"We can try again," Mick ends the silence after he's completely buckled his trousers and smoothed his shirt. "I want to try again with you y/n, I want to try until it works."

So you kiss him again, because you'll try and try, until it hurts or bleeds.

─── team principal radio: ❝to the anon who requested this, i accidentally deleted your ask because i am stupid but i hope you see this and enjoy it! let me know your thoughts y'all♡❞

✰ lavender library cardholders: @karmabyfernando

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

thinking lots about seahorse dad!drivers and due to their hormones being all out of wack, not being able to race, and other sucky things, they're just all upset. reader ends up comforting + cuddling them!

(maybe with mick, oscar, charles, and arthur? or any other drivers, its up to you!)

anon this is incredible. also you chose four of my favourite drivers to write? i love this ask.

arthur leclerc:

he's so frustrated

he's so happy about your baby but he still wishes he could race

plus with morning sickness and cravings and fatigue, he's just so all over the place

most days he can hold it together

today is not one of those days

he'll end up curled up in bed and you'll climb in with him silently

arthur won't say anything but he'll just silently shuffle closer until you hug him

charles leclerc:

he's upset, of course he is

the moment he finds out he can't race anymore he'll just set up camp on your lap

he needs you in just about constant contact with him or he'll lose it

anything you were planning to do that today is cancelled

you're busy taking care of your pretty boy

(if he hears you say that on the phone you'll have a very giggly charles on your lap)

mick schumacher:

he's so excited to be a dad

but the fact that he has to stop racing makes him spin a little

especially because he's so desperate to live up to his dad's legacy

and it just feels like it's slipping further and further away

i think mick is more of a silent, zoned out crier than a sobber?

you just find him staring at the fireplace with tear tracks down his face

will require no less than a hundred kisses to just stop crying, let alone smile

get him hot chocolate, put on a movie, and cuddle on the couch

he'll be back to your happy smiley mick by nightfall

oscar piastri:

bottles up his feelings

sometimes he feels the pressure of his calm reputation and right now is definitely one of those times

he's so tired and frustrated and sore and now he's being told he can't race anymore

tells you he needs to vent so you don't think he's angry at you specifically

(he's a little angry at you. but he knows that's not fair because he wants the baby too)

you'll sit and listen to him rant for 1-2 hours before he just

he just crumbles

he'll tear up and his whole body will sag with the weight of everything

he just needs you to hug him and maybe (definitely) play with his hair

just let him be quiet and upset and comforted and he'll work through it by himself in his head

[scurvgirl]

The Milkovich house is a disaster. Actually, disaster is an understatement. Ian always knew how the Milkoviches lived, shit he'd lived that that too for a bit. But it hits different when you're one of two people now tasked with sorting through everything.

Most of it is trash. Some of it, though, is meaningful. An even smaller portion of it is pure treasure.

Ian pulls out a picture, clearly taken years and years ago. It shows two young children, more like toddlers really, dressed up in matching costumes. A Mickey and Minnie Mouse.

"Holy shit," Ian breathes as he stares at the picture. He knows it's his husband but he has to be sure. He flips the picture over and in neat, blue ink reads "Mickey and Mandy, Halloween 1997". He can barely process it. Little Mickey. Little Mickey dressed as Mickey Mouse. He flips the picture over again to stare at how adorable his best friend and husband were when they were little. Mickey is smiling in the photo, a big open mouthed smile, maybe even mid laugh. Adorable. Precious.

"Hey, whatcha got there?" Mickey's voice cuts through Ian's thoughts. Oh no, Mickey shouldn't see this. But also....

"Just a picture of you and Mandy." He tries to deflect, but Mickey's quick. He darts to Ian's side and snags a peak of the picture before Ian can hide it.

He expects curses, eye rolls, maybe a hand to snatch it from Ian. What he did not expect is how Mickey goes still then looks away.

"Throw it away."

"Mick-

"Throw it away! My...my mom took that. Before she...look, just throw that shit away." Mickey picks up a beyond-repair shirt and stuffs it into a 'throw away' trash bag. He stomps off into the house, leaving Ian alone with the picture.

He looks down at little smiling Mickey and Mandy. He can't throw this away, he can't just toss whatever evidence that some parts of Mickey's childhood weren't all bad. He tucks the picture into his coat and continues to sort through the mess.

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Much, much later, they're home. They shower together for quickness and it really is quick (okay, there is some groping) before falling into bed together. Fuck clothes, they're married and at this point, everyone in the house has seen them.

Ian turns to Mickey and tentatively places his hand over his husband's. Mickey accepts it, a finger worries at Ian's wedding band.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Shit, Ian, when do I ever want to talk about it?"

There's a long pause before Mickey presses his free hand to his eyes. "I dunno, man, it's just...I'm a fucking orphan. Terry was fucked up and terrible and I wanted to kill him, should have killed him, but he was...fuck. I dunno. I dunno all this feeling shit is just fucked."

Ian doesn't respond verbally right away, instead he scoots over and gently coaxes Mickey into his arms. Mickey allows it, his head coming to rest on Ian's pec while Ian holds his hand.

"I fucking hate him. He taught me how to shoot, how to hotwire a car. I hate him and he's gone. He...he hurt you."

"This isn't about me," Ian whispers, giving Mickey a squeeze.

"It is cuz I'd be...I'd be in jail right now because I'd have killed that stupid fucking nun by now if it wasn't because of your stupid ginger ass."

Ian pauses, listens to Mickey's breath hitch, feels wetness not from their shower on his chest.

"Do you want to kill her?" Ian asks softly after a while.

"No."

Oh so gently, Ian cups Mickey's jaw and tilts his reddened, tear streaked face up.

"I'm sorry you're hurting, baby, and I am not sorry he's gone. He hurt you and he can't do that anymore." Ian presses a kiss to Mickey's forehead.

Mickey doesn't say much more, either from exhaustion or not wanting to talk about it anymore. Either way, Ian holds him and he doesn't pull away.

"That picture you found was the best day of my life before you. Mom dressed Mandy and I up, we went trick'or'treating, ate so much fucking candy. Then she had to fucking die." Mickey sniffles and Ian holds him closer.

"So stupid, dressed up as that damn mouse."

"You were cute," Ian cuts in because he can't help himself, "you're still cute."

"Sap." Mickey pushes Ian without any real force, making them both smile.

"Yeah, I...have a confession, Mick."

"Fuck, what?"

"I didn't throw the pic away."

Mickey doesn't respond right away, just runs a finger along Ian's chest, fidgeting with some of his chest hair.

"Good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

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They're back at the house the next day. More trash. More hateful messages and books and shit that Ian would like to forget.

In the end, it's Mickey who finds it. He walks out of one of the smaller bedrooms holding a short, black book. He's staring at it like it's some foreign object or a bomb about to go off. Ian is by his side in a moment.

The book's label is written in that same neat script as the picture - "Mickey and Mandy Growing Up".

"It's a photo album," Ian whispers.

"Yep." Mickey's eyes don't move away from it. His body is still.

Ian places a hand on Mickey's shoulder, "You don't have to open it here, or even today or tomorrow. Let's pack it and when you're ready, we can look at it. Together." Finally Mickey moves. He nods his head and gives the album to Ian.

"Keep it with the picture."

Ian takes the album then leans forward to press a kiss to his brave, emotional, incredible husband. His husband who has the chance to be as happy as the little boy in the picture.

[fritz-federleicht]

Stolen mask/ Three x reader

Summary: you find one of the black masks and put it on, III thinks you look funny

Words: 741

FLUFF

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Today Sleep Token has a gig. Until then it's still a few hours, so there's enough time to do some nonsense.

You make your way to III. He said he waits outside the venue, in a locked area.

On the way to him you pass through a small room and see a black mask with the all too familiar white symbol lying around. None of the band members walks around without their face covering, after all they want to hide their identity. So it must be a second mask, in case one tears or something.

I'm sure no one will mind if it's gone, you think to yourself, and reach out for it. You look around to see if no one is watching you and pull it over your head. The fabric clings to your face. It feels like a second skin.

After a short while you leave the room. You walk down a corridor and push open a door. Cold air seeps through the fabric of your mask.

A few meters away III is standing with Mick the photographer. They're talking about something. You walk towards the two.

III, who is facing you, looks over the shoulder of his counterpart and immediately starts laughing under his mask when he sees you. "What's that?" His laughter makes your heart beat faster.

Mick excuses himself and leaves.

"What do you mean?" You ask III as you come to a stop in front of him, you try to suppress your laughter.

He points at you with his arm trembling with laughter. "What you look like." His laughter grows stronger and he can barely stay on his feet. His hand finds its way to your shoulder and gently clasps it. "You look like II, only smaller."

Now you can't help but giggle. "Don't I look good?" You gracefully run your hands over your head.

Your question amuses him even more and he leans back, laughing at the top of his lungs. One hand on your shoulder doesn't seem to give him enough stability anymore because he puts his other hand on his stomach. "You look fantastic." He brings over his lips with effort.

You fold your hands together and hold them at your side. III, who slowly calmed down looks at you grinning. You blink your eyes. "Thanks." You say, flattered.

This makes III laugh again, slapping his thighs with his hands. "Stop it." He struggles to catch his breath. "My stomach hurts."

His laughter slowly fades and he suddenly looks around searchingly. "Wait, this needs to be recorded. Where's Mick?" He spins once in a circle and yells. "Mick?!"

Mick is already running towards you from one direction. "What's up?"

III replies exhausted. "You have to take a photo." He points at you. "Isn't that hilarious?" Again, he starts laughing at the sight of you. You giggle because it suddenly sounds like grunting noises. That, in turn, makes III laugh more. Tears of joy form in your eyes. You wipe them away.

Mick stands next to you and grins. "You guys are really meant for each other." He raises his camera and snaps a few photos as you barely stay on your feet, holding each other tightly.

Eventually, you act normal again and Mick walks away. Only your breath indicates that you've either just run a marathon or had a laughing fit.

III pulls you to his rapidly rising and falling chest. "Oh I love you so much." He cradles your bodies and rests his chin on the top of your head. "Wow the mask even smells like II."

You grin. It might be his mask. After all, there aren't that many other options.

After you've calmed down, III asks you, "I'm sure the photos turned out fantastic. Do you mind if I post one of them and write something cheesy underneath?" He gently pushes you away, grinning under his mask. His hands reach for yours and squeeze them lightly. "Like your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world?"

You smack his arm. "It is!"

"I know. I was serious about that. That's why I add this sentence. So everybody knows." He defends himself.

Of course you give him the okay and a few days later, you can actually find one pic on his Instagram channel, with said cheesy caption.

[mmmichyyy]

one phone call

a spiritual companion piece to chapter four of balancing on the ledge - what if they kept in touch when mickey was in mexico?

“Gallagher.”

Ian sits up straight in his bed. Rubs the sleep from his eyes and blinks at his surroundings, adjusting his vision in the dark. A crumpled pack of Marlboros on the nightstand, surrounded by knocked over orange bottles of pills. A lone sock on the floor, from his missed aim at the hamper. A crack of light peeking into his room, reflecting off the snow falling outside the window.

“Gallagher,” the voice over the phone repeats, tinny and far away. “Are you there.”

It's real, he thinks, pinching his arm. This isn't a dream.

“Mickey,” Ian whispers.

A sigh on the other end of the line.

“Hey.”

“Where are you?” Ian asks faintly.

“Can't tell you.” Sounds of a chair shuffling against the floor in the background. Glasses clinking. Muffled voices. A bar, maybe. “I’m alive, though.”

Relief floods his entire body. It's been a while since he heard from Mickey, maybe a couple weeks since he's received a text from an unknown number. Usually it's just a short message, nothing revealing, nothing profound, but every time his phone chimes his heart starts racing in anticipation to seeing Mickey's name on his screen.

Well, not Mickey exactly. Just M or a string of random numbers. Can't be too careful.

“That's good,” Ian manages to say. “I'm glad.”

A moment of silence. A million questions and thoughts run through Ian's head. How are you? What kind of jobs are you doing down there? Are you safe? Tell me you're okay. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

But he doesn't. Can't get the words out.

“Jesus Gallagher, did you fall asleep on me?”

“No,” Ian says quickly. “No, I'm just… I'm just surprised you called, that's all.”

“Thought you wanted me to call.”

“I do, Mick.” Ian lets out a deep breath. “But I don't want you to get caught.”

“It's fine. I'm using a new burner.” A pause. “I wanted to hear your voice.”

The slight slurring in Mickey's voice makes Ian go still.

“Are you drunk?”

A huff. “Can't get drunk anymore. My tolerance has gone way up since I got here.”

“Mickey.”

“Gallagher.” Ian can practically hear Mickey's eyes rolling from miles away. “I'm fine, okay? Fuck, I don't even know why I called. I knew you didn't give a fuck about–”

“Don't do that,” Ian cuts him off quietly. “Please, Mick. Don't push me away. I need–” Sighs. “I need to know you're okay.”

“So you can clear your conscience?” Mickey spits out. “So you don't feel guilty for leaving me at the border?”

“You don't think I feel guilty about it every single day?” Ian practically yells. “I do. I think about it all the time. How I could be in Mex– there for you, taking care of you, building our future together. How we could be happy together. But I couldn't come with you. I couldn't drag you down with my shit. If you got caught because of me, I don't think I can live with myself.”

The line on the other end goes quiet. A minute goes by, then another, long enough for Ian’s nerves to shake. Then–

“I don't have a future, Ian,” Mickey finally says, quiet and soft. “This is it for me. This is my life. I'm going to be here for a long time.”

“The heat is going to die down eventually,” Ian whispers. “The charges are bullshit anyway. Everything's going to work out. I promise.”

A small laugh. “You promise, huh.”

Ian has no idea what's going to happen or what the future holds. But what he does know is that this isn't the end of his and Mickey's story together. One day, whenever it may be, he's going to see Mickey again. And when he does, he's never going to let go ever again.

“I promise.”

A flick of a lighter on the other end. Then, a deep exhale.

“I gotta go.”

Ian's heart lurches.

“Promise me you'll stay in touch. You don't have to call, but just text me from time to time and let me know you're okay.” A lump forms in his throat. “Please, Mick.”

Another deep sigh. But–

“Okay,” Ian hears, and the world aligns itself once again. “I promise.”

The snow continues to fall outside, covering the entire neighbourhood with a blanket of frost. Ian wonders what the weather is like where Mickey is. Warm, he hopes.

“Merry Christmas, Mickey.”

“Merry Christmas, Gallagher.”

[the-offside-rule]

Mick Schumacher (Alpine WEC) - I'll Wait

Requested: yes

Prompt: 45) "I don't love you anymore"

Warnings: just very sad tbh

Mick stared at Y/n, disbelief in his eyes as her words echoed in his ears. "I don't love you anymore." She said, the weight of the confession settling in the room. "And how long have you felt this way?" He asked. "A few weeks now." She replied. "And you couldn't have said this sooner?" His voice rose and Y/n found herself taking a step back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mick muttered, holding the bridge of his nose. "Just let me ask you this; have I given you a reason to break up with me?" He asked. "Mick-"

"No, please. Am I a bad boyfriend or something?" He asked. "No, I just-" He cut her off. "Do I not give you enough attention or time or something?" He asked. "No! Mick, just listen-"

"So what do you want me to do? Why are you breaking up with me? I don't-"

"What are my favourite flowers?" He stood quietly at her question. "What?" He was truly dumbfounded. "My favourite flowers, go." He shrugged. "Obviously roses or tulips." She shook her head. "No, they're sunflowers because they reminded me of you because you got them for me on our first date. Second question-"

"This isn't a game show." He said. "I am giving you reasons. Now where is my favourite place in the whole entire world?" She asked. "You like Paris a lot." Mick replied. "It's nice but it's not my favourite place. My favourite place is the book shop I always go to. The one where you can get coffee and sit and read." She explained. "So this is over flowers and bookshops?"

"It is 9ver you not getting me. And yes, you obviously race a lot and maybe I'm not your top priority-"

"You are. You always have been." Mick protested. "Not recently. Not since you got the Mercedes job, it's like you always go to races, you forget to message me, I always have to check up on you. I was not your mother, I was your girlfriend." Y/n said, anger now in her voice. "Are. You are my girlfriend." She shook her head. "No, no not anymore, I'm afraid."

Tears welled up in Mick's eyes as he simply looked at her."Please, Y/n, don't leave. We've been through so much together. We can work through this." He pleaded, his voice cracking. Y/n hesitated, her gaze avoiding his. "Mick, we've grown apart. I need to find myself, and I can't do that while holding onto what we used to be." Mick's pleas turned into desperate words, "I'll change, I'll do anything. Just give us another chance." His arms wrapped around her tightly, not wanting to let go. Y/n didn't hold him back. She knew she would only take back everything she said. She had to firm it. "It's too late, Mick. We're not the same people we were when we started this journey. I need to let go." She replied, pulling away from his embrace.

As Mick's tears fell, he reached out, his hand trembling as he tried to hold onto the love slipping away. Y/n gently pulled away, leaving Mick broken and alone. "I'm sorry, Mick." She said as she watched him break by the second. "Mick?" He looked back at her. "If I do find myself missing you, I'll come right back. Maybe this time is what we need." She shouldn't have given him that hope. Y/n was almost 99% sure this was what she wanted. "I'll wait." Mick whispered. Those two words, broke both of their hearts. "Goodbye, Mick." Y/n left, closing the door behind her.

In the silence that followed, the weight of their shared history lingered through every corner of the apartment, but the love that once thrived had vanished, the colours all around had suddenly gone grey. Mick's heartache echoed in the empty spaces, and Y/n walked away, leaving behind a shattered connection that time couldn't mend.

[itsjustaninchident]

✼ Drunk Under the Rain

Mick Schumacher x Fem!reader

Summary: A very drunk y/n and a very worried and amused Mick

Warning/s: None

Author's Notes: Would love to hear what you think of it <3

It was late at night and everybody's asleep, snores from Angie can be heard around the room and faint lightning storms present. Mick sprawled on the bed, a kind of emptiness enveloping the mattress he's no longer used to for the past months. Coldness is ever present in the room added by the slight rain from outside.

A ringtone can be heard from the room jolting Mick to wake up, his senses on alert as his significant other is still not present by his side. He immediately picked up the phone not caring who called him late in the evening. 

"Mick?" A voice that belonged to one of y/n's friends rang in his ears. 

"Yep?" He answered groggily, anticipating what the sudden call was about. He can hear quiet muffles from familiar voices but what caught his ears to perk up is your whiny voice causing a smile to tear on his face. 

"Well, y/n's really drunk right now and she wouldn't come with us to go home. She kept on calling for you and wanting you to pick her up." He couldn't be more glad to pick you up missing you already as if you were gone for days. You would definitely tease him for that if you find out. 

"Okay, I'll just go grab my keys." He said not to waste any time picking you up. But before he could put the call down, "Is that Mick? Micky~ Baby, help they're trying to kidn-" Your friend saving you from embarrassment decided to end the call. 

He chuckled to himself quite questioning if he can handle a drunk you. 

He drove to the club you and your friends partied at. As soon as he parks his car he can see you on the pavement of the parking lot, sitting and barely keeping your eyes open as you often fall asleep and jolting when your head abruptly bobs down. 

He went to you, your friends scattered around the vicinity and muttering a quick goodbye when they saw him approaching you, already leaving with their own partners or an uber they hailed. He thanked them all but still focused on your figure slumped off the pavement. He sighed, you're wasted yet still stunningly sporting it. How unfair, he thought. 

He gently touched your shoulders trying to slightly shake you still entranced because of the alcohol. You must've enjoyed it a lot given that you never get this wasted in a party before. Nonetheless, he's happy you're letting loose as he knows some days were very stressful for you. 

"Stop touching me. I told you, I won't go with you. I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You told off the 'stranger' he chuckled at how feisty you sounded. 

"If he sees you touching me, he'll get mad. Plus, you won't stand a chance. He's literally massive." Not able to keep his chuckle anymore from spilling from his mouth, he laughed loudly at that. No way you just called him 'massive'. 

"Liebling, it's me." He said and with that with all little consciousness in you, you stood up almost falling down if it weren't for Mick's fast reflex by holding your waist you would've face planted on the pavement. He chuckled at that, he can't keep count of how many times he's found this situation amusing. 

"Micky! I missed you! Are you taking me home? Some people were trying to take me home but I told them no. They're bad they kept on pulling me." You told him off as if you're a child being told no. You were an explaining mess trying to get your point across almost slurring the word coming out of you. Pouting the whole time, Mick can't help himself but peck you on the lips causing you to back down and cover your lips, eyes bulging from shock. 

"Oh my god!" You muttered, causing Mick to grow worried because of your reaction. Did he do something wrong? 

"I told you, I have a boyfriend!" You were tired of telling people that, why can't they just leave you alone? And now a stranger kissed you! "Schatz, I am your boyfriend." Mick can't believe what's happening right now, he's so amused yet so intrigued by you. A while ago you were a mess explaining everything to him and now he's a stranger. He would definitely have a field day tomorrow telling the story to a hungover you. 

"Well, if you're really my boyfriend then prove it to me. What's my favorite color?" 

"Purple." 

"Well, purple is a popular color." 

"What's the name of your dog?" 

"Angie" 

"What's my favorite F1 Team?" 

"Ferrari" 

"What's, my fav- Wait. How'd you know my favorite team?!" You were freaking out, partly because you never told anyone that and you didn't want to hurt Mick's feelings as he drives for another team.

"Everybody is a Ferrari fan, love." Mick said, quoting a familiar statement from his great friend. 

"Okay, fair enough. Fine, I am convinced you're my boyfriend. But! If you try to do something funny I'll let you know I know self defense and I will not hold back on you even if you have the prettiest blue eyes and the cutest smile." You said earning another chuckle from Mick. 

"Fine." He held up his arms as if he's surrendering.

He was holding your waist and guiding you to the place where he parked his car when suddenly big droplets of rain came pouring down. As if on cue, you started jumping in the air and holding his arms swaying it up as you seem to enjoy the pour of the rain. The drunk version of you is really something. He can't help but shake his head and admire your carefree state. 

Right then and there he already knew, he's never gonna let you go. As the street lights glow off your face, the water from the rain drenching you, and the moves you make while jumping in the rain he's realized that he's deeply and madly in love with you. He hates the rain moreso being drenched in it but when he sees you having fun he can't help himself but put rain as one of his favorite things now that it reminds him of you. 

He kissed you, completely taken aback by his action. You were stiff in the first moment but as the kiss deepens you relaxed through it and kissed him back and entangled your arms on his neck, not wanting to let go of this moment.

Both of you arrived in your shared apartment drenched in rain water, you're a little more sober than before but still drunk to not be able to remove your shoes upon entering the apartment. You were so tired that the moment you saw the couch you immediately plopped yourself on it not caring if you will wet it. 

Mick sighed to himself, still finding you adorable nonetheless. He removed your heels and slightly massaged it, noticing the faint red marks on your feet. He then went to the bathroom to go get some towels, you're only wearing a tube dress but due to your drunken state you're not even shivering at all. He tried tapping your cheek, whispering softly for you to wake up but to no avail he didn't get any response so he tried to sit you up and slowly dry you with the towel he was holding. 

You murmured something inaudible for him. Yet the last part managed to make it to him "I love you, Mick." He smiled contagiously, he's sure the smile will last him a lifetime. "I love you too, Liebling."

He then proceeded to his room to get you his sweatshirt and sweatpants. He removed your dress and your accessories and then dried you before putting you in his sweatshirt, he knew how much you love wearing his clothes even if you don’t admit it plus he loves seeing you in his clothes as well, a win-win situation. 

He then carried you to your shared room, slowly putting you down on your side of the bed. 

Opening the bathroom, he grabbed for your cotton pads and your makeup remover. He's always observing you doing this every time you both go out and you have makeup on. 

Slowly he wiped off the makeup residue on your face. "That feels cold." You slurred in your sleep, he chuckled slightly. 

When he finished with your makeup he went downstairs and got you a glass of water and an aspirin for tomorrow as he knows you will be getting a very bad hangover. He put it on the bedside table and turned off the lamp. 

Settling next to you he hugged your waist and as if on cue, you leaned onto him memorizing the move even in your not so normal state. Perfectly fitting into each other as if you're molded together. "Still clingy when drunk?" He laughed to himself as he slept with the brightest smile waiting for another day with you

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

The Taste of Freedom

" Mr Iger It's Time we can no longer keep them, and the public grows restless," his secretary said

The man stood up with a heavy sigh and walked towards a room where the toons were held, each of them in rooms, some under heavy medication to keep them complacent others had lost their fight years ago,

The human crept closer to the cage where the pair he was focused on were being held, Mickey hissing at him as he approached, the mouse had fought the longest but he was the first and as long as they had threatened his partner and friends he had behaved,

"Oh, don't be like that, your beloved public finally won," he snarled, the Mouse's eyes widening. " Your public domain now our copyright ran out,"

The mouse did not dare believe it his heart leaping, he did not dare feel the hope after it had been snatched in the 90s, they were free? The click of the door and they flinched back, he held Minnie close again snarling in warning, the human rolling his eyes

"Go on get, you've been given about 30 million to do whatever the hell it is you creatures want to do, and we will be paying you royalties as is required, your public domain now, can't illegally hold you here anymore. I fucking wish we could but the public has made it very very clear that we are on thin ice."

"Free?" He croaked, his voice sounding cracked from not being used, he had been a puppet for so long, not allowed to speak, he eyed the whips on the wall laced with dip,

"Yup free, get on outta here,"

He didn't make a move to force them out, but Mickey could see that the other was genuine because of the anger burning and the fact that the president hadn't grabbed anything to hit them, there was no joking with this, scooping Minnie up into his arms he darted for the door feeling her clutch him, she'd been weak for so long with the sedatives they forced into her to keep her calm and under control,

The man's eyes followed, but he did not move, Animators looking sympathetic as the pair ran past their offices, and out, he about cried as he saw a Toon he didn't think was still alive

His brother and another Toon, he hadn't seen in a hundred years

"Julius, Ozzie!" He croaked, stumbling not having even moved in months protecting Minnie, the Rabbit and Cat immediately by his side, helping to support them,

"We gotcha Mick, Min. Ortensia's waiting along with the kiddos, she's got a nice warm meal and everything." His brother assured,

Tears began streaming down the Mouse's face, especially as a cool night breeze hit his fur, this was a freedom he hadn't felt since Walt was alive when he would take him home to Lillian, he let himself be guided by his brothers to their car, for once feeling safe he allowed himself to slip to sleep,

When they arrived at the house, the mouse carefully stepped out of the car. He looked up at the Moon and Stars, which were so much more prevalent out where his brothers lived,

"I want to see the moon," came a tiny little voice barely above a whisper. The boys looked down at Minnie, whose eyes were finally open,

"Of course my dear," he murmured, shifting her so she could see it, tears pricking at his eyes as she smiled. It wasn't one of those Dazed and Confused forced ones

It was a smile he hadn't seen as well since Walt since they started drugging her to keep her under their control, it was her genuine smile,

"We are free aren't we?"

He held her tightly nodding tears falling and hitting her fur,

"Yes Minnie, we are" he was scared for his friends but he knew eventually they would be free as well and there was nothing they could do to them, eventually they would all be together,

Walking towards the house Ortensia came running out and embraced her brother-in-law, feeling the warmth her, from the open door smelling a fresh cooked meal, instead of the pellets they were usually fed

He walked through finally allowing hope to enter his heart again.

[robinsnest2111]

hmmmm adding onto that post from yesterday:

Tommy being an absolute cuddlebug with Mick For The Bit (making Nikki jealous/delighting in his barely suppressed reactions), using every chance he gets to be physically close to and touching Mick (placing his hands on Mick's waist, draping an arm over Mick's shoulders, holding hands, resting his chin on Mick's head, etc.)

at first it really is all For The Bit, both Tommy and Mick firmly believe that. Mick yearning internally while Tommy slowly realises that he actually enjoys being this close to Mick even without Nikki's funny reactions... and eventually pursuing even more cuddling and more in private... Tommy joining Mick on the couch when the old man is watching one of his shows, slinking into Mick's room, basically following him around everywhere he goes.

Mick's so confused because wait. Nikki isn't around. So why is Tommy still being so affectionate and cuddly? There's no reason for him to be. And it dawns on him only when Tommy explains to him in the simplest words possible that he's grown so fond of having Mick in his arms 24/7 and can't really live without them touching in some way anymore. And that breaks something in Mick. What could Tommy possibly see in an aging weirdo like himself. Doesn't make any sense.

[smoooothoperator]

Save Your Tears

08: Trust Issues

Driver! Mick Schumacher x opera singer! OC (Ophelia Becker)

Strangers to friends to lovers, love at first sight, long plane flight, personal drama, opera references

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: drama, Stephanie (she's a warning)

Every way of feedback is very welcomed

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previous part

She liked the perfume of the flowers. They reminded her of success, of good work. After a concert she always received a rose or a small bouquet of flowers as a little trophy for her hard work.

But three days ago she started hating the smell of them. 

They always said that on funerals they decorate the room with flowers that have a strong scent to avoid the smell of death and putrefaction.

And now, watching the church decorated with flowers, it made her feel nauseous.

"Are you okay?" Mick asked her when he saw her take a deep breath.

"I don't like the smell of those flowers" she sighed. "It's okay, don't worry"

Mick sighed and nodded, holding her hand on her lap, brushing her knuckles. He wants to stay with her a little longer before he has to go with Josh towards the aisle, standing next to him and watching in the first row how he gets married with who he thought she was the love of his life.

Only thinking about it made him feel nervous, playing with the ring Ophelia wears on her pointing finger.

"Mick" she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. "And you? Are you okay?"

"Why are you asking that?" he whispered, looking at the front but never stopping playing with her ring.

"I know when someone is nervous" she said. "And right now you are very nervous. I bet your friend is not as nervous as you"

He knows she tried to say that to make him smile. But it only made him sigh and shake his head. 

"I don't know if I'll do something stupid" he whispered. "You know, like something that only happens on movies"

"For example?"

"I don't know. What if once I see her I can't hold it anymore?" he whispered. "What if I can't watch them getting married?"

"Love is egoist, Mick" she whispered, sounding hurt. "Even if they are your friends, you love her. And a wedding confirms that you can't have her"

He wanted to look at her, tell her that he's praying that those intrusive thoughts will never happen. That he will stay calm because he knows that right now his heart beats for her and only her.

But he can't. He can't say that because he can't trust his own words, his own promises. 

So the only thing he knew he could do was wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her close to him, pressing his lips on her temple and breathing in her scent.

"I have to leave you here, okay?" he sighed, brushing his thumb on the skin of her shoulder.

"Don't worry" she smiled. "I'm going to be here"

He sighed and nodded, kissing one last time her temple and getting up, walking towards his friend Josh.

"Who is she?" Josh smirked.

"A friend" Mick answered smiling.

"Mhm, a friend or a girlfriend?" he laughed.

"A friend" he repeated.. 

"She looks cute. Where did you meet her? I think you never talked about her, what's her name?" Josh smirked, nudging him softly with his ankle on his ribs.

"Ophelia" he said, looking at her with a smile. 

"Nice name" he chuckled. "Are you really going to be secretive? Really? Come on!"

"This is your wedding. I don't want to steal the spotlight, Josh" he sighed. "By the way, focus. Stephanie is coming soon"

That's the first time he calls her by her name in front of his friend. No nicknames. Just Stephanie.

And he felt a little proud of it.

He looked at Ophelia and smiled when he caught her looking at him. Those flames inside his chest were getting bigger and hotter, and it only made him smile more.

She could be more than a friend. Now he knows. 

He just wants to know her more. But he already feels that he knows her. Even if it's only after talking about simple things. 

The church started to get more crowned, and that feeling of relief when he started to think about Ophelia, started to change into anxiety.

What if the feelings for his first love are stronger than the feelings he has for Ophelia?

He heard the first notes of the string quartet that was playing the entry of the bride and he tried to not look at Stephanie. He focused his eyes on Ophelia and immediately tried to suppress a laugh.

She tried to keep a serious face, but with every failure the musicians made, every out of tune note they played, she rolled her eyes or simply made a face of pain.

Mick smiled looking at her, how she hugged herself and pinched her nose. It's cute, she's cute. 

She was nervous. 

She never thought she could go this far. And now it was too late to go back in time.

When the music started to sound she took a deep breath, holding tight the flowers bouquet.

It's too late now. Too late to regret everything.

When the doors opened the first person she saw was Josh. He looks handsome, really handsome. But next to him is the person she wants.

But, wait… why is he not looking at her? Where is he looking at? Why is he smiling?

She looked around, trying to find the reason of his smile. Maybe he's looking at her sister, who he came with. Yeah, he saw a blonde woman.

But wait. That's not Gina. Who the hell is she?

The moment she walked the few stairs that got her closer to her soon to be husband, she looked again at Mick. 

He's not looking at her. She's looking at that girl she doesn't know.

Why? Why? Why!

It was always like that. He never looked at her the way she wanted. He was away all the time, never thinking about her.

Now he's there, staring at another woman, again. 

But that's her fault. If only she was honest and said the things how they were instead of being with someone she doesn't love. If only she stayed more with him.

It has always been him. She loved him since they were four years old. She always looked after him, trying to get his attention. But it was hard since he started his racing career. Whenever she wanted to be with him he said that he had training, or a race, or he had to fly to the other side of the world. 

She never was part of his priorities. She never had a space on his agenda, so that's why she tried to get his attention by dating Josh. But it never worked. So she tried harder. She invited him to events where she had to go with Josh. But he never said anything. 

He only accepted their relationship and let them be on their own.

She never wanted that? How the hell can you make Mick Schumacher jealous?

So she told him that she was getting married to Josh, maybe that would make something to him. But nothing, nada. Only a smile, a nod, a "congratulations" and a hug. 

What is wrong with him? Why can he look at her? Who is that girl she's looking at?

"Stephanie" Josh whispered, holding her hand and frowning. "Everything okay?"

She just hummed. 

But nothing is okay. She's not with the man she wants, she's not getting his attention. This wedding is not what she wanted. The last name she's going to have is not the one she wanted.

She couldn't stop the storm of feelings inside of her head. Jealousy, because those blue eyes are not on her; regret, because everything she did was to get his attention; anger, because he's not the man that is standing next to her.

"Stephanie, do you accept Josh as your future husband?"

She snapped out of her mind and looked at Josh. Then at Mick. Then at that blonde girl.

Who is she?

"Steph?" Josh frowned looking at her. "Say it"

She felt his hand holding her tighter and the nausea started to get more persistent. 

She went too far. This is not what she wanted.

"I… I…" she frowned, trying to find Mick's eyes.

And when she finally found them, she felt a stab in her back. He was frowning, asking what was going on with his eyes, why she's not saying what she's supposed to say. 

"I need to breathe" she excused herself, trying to escape from her fiance and grabbing her dress, running downstairs and out of the church.

He was distracted by Ophelia all the time. 

She looked so wonderful, and he felt so happy that he didn't even look at Stephanie. He couldn't be more happy.

It was like she was his cure. The cure for his broken heart and soul. 

When he didn't hear Stephanie answer he was confused, and looked at her, finding her staring at him. 

Why is she not looking at Josh? Why is she not answering? What is going on? What did he miss?

The moment he saw her run away he looked at Josh.

"What is going on?" he whispered, and he only heard Josh taking a deep breath trying to not panic.

"I don't know" Josh swallowed thickly. "Yesterday she was acting weird. I should go talk with her"

"Let me" he said. "I am her friend too"

Josh sighed and nodded, rubbing the palm of his hand over his face and took a deep breath while he saw Mick follow Stephanie.

He opened the door and saw her walking side to side, taking deep breaths. She looks like she's having a panic attack, rumbling things under her breath and hugging herself with her arms.

"Stephanie?" Mick frowned, making her stop. "What is going on?"

"What is going on?" she said loud, not turning to look at him. "Who is that girl?"

"What?" he frowned, confused. 

"Yeah. The girl you were looking at. Who is?" she asked again. "Why her?"

"What are you talking about?" 

"You were supposed to bring your sister!" she exclaimed. "And that bitch doesn't look like Gina"

"What the…" Mick frowned. He never saw her act this way. "Don't you dare to call her like that"

"Why her?! Why her and not me?!" she exclaimed, turning to look at him. Her eyes were red of jealousy, of anger.

Mick looked at her wide eyes. What is going on? What type of dream is this?

"What does it mean?" he mumbled. "Stephanie, this is not funny"

"God, you are so blind" she groaned. "Everything I did was because of you! Since we were four!"

This is a hidden camera right? 

"I started dating Josh because I wanted your attention! But instead of that, you just accepted it and stepped away" she groaned. "I did so many things, I fucking tried so hard to get your attention but you never looked at me!"

This is really a hidden camera. 

How on Earth can this happen? In which moment something like this could happen?

"You are joking, right?" Mick laughed bitterly, not knowing if he should be happy or mad. "I looked at you! Always!"

"A few minutes ago you weren't" she frowned.

"I fucking loved you, Stephanie!" he exclaimed.

None of them noticed curious people going towards the door of the church, listening to them.

None of them noticed the groom and the blonde girl walking closer to the pair.

"You were my first love! I loved you since the day I met you, but then you started dating Josh" he said. "Why did you start dating him? To get my attention? Well, now you have it! But not the way you want it"

"I never wanted this to happen" she said, taking a step closer to him, too close. 

"It's too late now"

Stephanie frowned, taking a step closer and holding both of his cheeks. He said she was his first love, right? 

He wanted to take a step back. His brain tried to remind him of images of Ophelia, of how it feels holding her hand, kissing her temple, kissing her… is she kissing her now?

Her lips are soft, just how she imagined. He wonders if the red lipstick she's wearing is now on his lips too. She kisses really well…

He opened his eyes a little, and when he saw the brunette hair he gasped, pulling away from Stephanie.

"What the hell?" he frowned.

He heard gasps and the next thing he felt was someone pushing him to the side. A blonde haired person. Ophelia.

"Ophelia! Wait!" he called her.

She saw it. She saw them kissing, as well as more than half of the guests. Josh was standing a few meters in front of her, watching how Stephanie kissed him and how he kissed her back.

He has what he wanted, right? He has the woman he loved. She was there only to fill the emptiness he had on his heart thinking Stephanie didn't love him. Well she does. 

She heard him calling her, but she decided to ignore him. She has a pride to defend, he doesn't deserve her tears.

"Ophelia" he sighed, holding her wrist and stopping her, only receiving a slap once she turned around.

"Are you happy?" she asked. "You have what you wanted. Are you happy? The girl of your dreams and you didn't even need to confess. Congratulations"

"Ophelia please, let me explain" Mick asked, holding her hand.

"Explain what, Mick?" she frowned, getting free from his hold. "You love Stephanie and she will always be the woman you love. And by the way, you have a terrible taste in women. She's an attention seeker and it's so obvious that she only wanted you for your fame and money. You are an awful person, Mick! You really made me believe you felt something for me. And silly me, I fell in that stupid trap and started thinking that we could be together"

"Y-you what?"

"Don't call me ever again. Whatever I have in your house just throw it away" she said, wiping away her tears angrily. "I'm so disappointed with you"

He saw how she walked away from him. He saw how she cried, this time because of him.

He heard how her heart broke even more when she talked.

He promised to heal her but this time he was the one that broke her.

She couldn’t believe she fell for him. 

All those touches, those kisses. She really thought he felt  something for her, that those small touches meant something for him, that he was telling her how he feels.

When he went towards his friend, up there on the aisle, she couldn’t stop looking at him with a smile, thinking about all the butterflies he makes her feel in her stomach, about how good he looks while he smiles, about how good that blue tie looks on him and making his eyes shine even more.

She knows he loved Stephanie, those words were engraved in her mind. But she had that little hope thinking that she could make him forget about her, that both of them could have a chance in love.

Ophelia never believed in love at first sight, she thought it was something that only happens in fairy tales. But the moment she looked at him she really thought Cupid was a few meters away shooting his arrow and stabbing it on her chest, making her fall for him, for Mick. And she thought he felt the same, that he had the same Cupid’s arrow in his chest and maybe because of that he couldn’t stop being next to her, that he needed her next to him as she needed him next to her.

The moment Stephanie walked inside the church, she felt glad that Mick was looking at her with a smile, not even fixing his eyes on the woman in white.

But then she saw her run away, and Mick going after her. Ophelia tried to convince herself that he only went to check on her, to make sure she was alright. That he went there as a friend.

Time passed, maybe minutes that felt like hours, when she saw the people from the last row of benches getting up, looking out of the church and whispering between them. 

If it wasn’t because of her curiosity, she could have ended the day happily ignorant, not knowing what happened outside the church while the guy she likes was talking with his first love. But she had to get up and walk towards the door when she heard gasps, she had to see what was happening.

Them kissing each other wasn’t something she expected. Or maybe it was. Maybe she was too scared to admit that she knew something like this could happen. She knew Mick loved Stephanie and not her.

So she walked away, bumping accidentally into him in her try of escaping the situation. She heard how he called her, how his voice was getting closer and closer. She felt his hand on her wrist and the touch was burning her skin.

Ophelia trusted him with her heart, she let him hold her in her worst moment and he only played with her heart. He had her heart in his hands and he only squeezed it.

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[csainzsgirly]

Post race party in Mônaco, you and Mick tipsy and horny grinding dancing till you guys can't take it anymore and decide to go do it in your hotel's room balcony.

"Always so good to me, Mick," you praise as his hand lands on your thigh, his lips firmly on yours in the back of the Uber back to your hotel. You could taste the cocktails on his tongue, your own head spinning because of the alcohol as he shuts you up by putting his tongue past your lips. Mick groans in response to your hand cupping his bulge, teasing the outline of his dick with your fingers. 'Gonna be so good to you, baby," he pants in your ear as his lips escape to kiss your neck. "Gonna make you cum on my cock," he breathes, making your eyes roll back at the mere thought.

You stumbled out of the Uber when it arrived at your hotel, your ankles nearly twisting on the heels you were wearing, the straps of your dress falling down your shoulders, but you still looked so hot, so sexy, so pretty to Mick. Your thighs rubbed together when you stood in the elevator up to your room, thinking of how the night had started so innocently, with him kissing your cheek and telling you how pretty you looked for the party, while it ended up with both of you intoxicated and grinding on each other, his hard cock against your ass as you danced to the music.

Mick's hands pulled on your hips as you opened the door, giving you deja vu's to the moments in the club as you felt his dick against your thigh again. You kicked your heels off your feet when you entered the bedroom, the opened door of the balcony and the fresh air hitting your heated body. Your body collided with the balustrade, his hands curling around it as his nose buried in your neck, mouth nipping at your skin. You felt yourself becoming wetter the more seconds passed, and your fingers rushed to undo his belt and slide his jeans down his thighs. Mick moved your dress up around your waist, sliding your panties aside and simply pulling himself from his underwear to align himself.

"Oh, shit," you cursed, knees buckling as he entered you, stretching you out, filling you up in the best way possible. "Fuck, you're so big," you whine, earning a low grunt as his fingers dig into your hips when he starts fucking you. Slick, filthy sounds of him entering you over and over start to fill the air, your knuckles turning white from how hard you're holding on to the balustrade of the balcony. The angle is perfect as he keeps hitting that sensitive spot inside you, rewarding him with your whimpers and moans, keeping up with his promise to make you cum on his cock.

[cruesuffix]

SOFT NIKKIMICK GOT ME IN MY FEELSSSS AHHH

Them holding hands and cuddling, Mick looking up at Nikki with adoration because nobody's ever loved him this much, Nikki softly petting Mick's hair, them falling asleep together. 😭😭

OMG or, or, hear me out. Maybe them sitting down together, Mick venting about 'the thing', spewing his heart out because he can't take it anymore and Nikki consoling him, Mick starting to tear up but choking it down for the tough guy act. AHHHH IM GOING BONKERS

THIS THIS THIS!!! AUGHHHHH

like nikki being the only person mick will let hug, caress, kiss, and pet him. like sure… they might not be highly affectionate people but… what if they were?? and what if they were highly affectionate towards each other??? them curling up close to each other in bed, sleeping with nikki holding onto mick like he’s a precious teddy bear he’d hate to lose. ughhh and especially him petting micks hair… especially if it leads to both of them falling asleep because of it. just calmly running a hand through micks long black tresses. just silly things like holding hands and soft, clumsy kisses. mick constantly having to be reminded how loved he is by nikki cause he’s so used to people just straight up ignoring him or just feeling unloved, so he’s not really used to all the attention and care given to him by nikki.

ALSO AHHHHH i love any scenario where micks tough guy act almost falters!!!! satd mick opening up about his relationship with ‘the thing’ and how all he wants is some peace and how he feels like he can’t leave her cause he’ll probably never find anyone better and he’s getting really worked up. nikki’s trying to tell him that he deserves better, that he knows mick will find someone better… and he notices micks eyes are a bit glassy. he can see the tears forming in his eyes, but mick refuses to acknowledge them besides trying to suck them back up and pretending nothing happened. ughhhh someone tell peepaw he’s allowed to cry!!!

anon these are SO GOOD and i will be thinking about these when it’s bedtime and i need a little bedtime story to help me sleep!!

[dearmistermuse]

I have a rant surrounding the complicated relationship between Brian, Mick and Keith and how the assumptions about them has been starting to pissed me off.

Before I start, I've been a HUGE fan of Brian Jones since I was 14 years old. I am now 19 and I still love him. Everyone who knows me literally knows I used to be this Brian Jones obsessed girl. I am not a Mick stan, though I am a Keith stan but I'm more of an expert with Brian. Whatever I say might be controversial to the fandom and probably revoked my Brian fan card so please be gentle with me!

Brian fans holding resentment and assumptions towards the glimmer twins especially Keith Richards just seems so unfair, when you guys don't even know how their relationship was like. You guys get mad if they say something "mean" about Brian, but when they say something nice about him you either ignore that or think that whatever they're saying is untrue. No offense but why do you act like you know Brian Jones more than the band members who actually knew and lived with him? What makes you think they don't have the right to say whatever they want on Brian? To be fair, it is true Brian was a bastard and hurt people, even his closest friends said so, ffs Bill Wyman has said it too so why is it this all the hate comes to Mick Jagger and Keith Richards?? If you bring up the fact they fired him, we should also remember Brian was barely working anymore and he wanted to leave already in 1966 but Keith talked him out of it, YES KEITH HIMSELF MADE HIM STAY. If you bring up the fact they didn't went to his funeral, there's actually more to the story which Stash De Rola talked about it on a Facebook group but for respect I won't give the details out publicly, you can ask me privately about it. But other than that you can't make assumptions on why they couldn't, Mick literally send flowers to his funeral so shouldn't that be enough to pay his respects? He even gave a tribute in Hyde Park concert.

The relationship between Brian, Mick, and Keith is complicated. Yes they have said a lot with each other, but if y'all know Keith he's harshed on everyone including his best friend Mick lol. I just want Brian fans to open their minds a little bit before they make these kind of assumptions on dead and grown men they don't know.

That's all I have to say, bye 👋

[purplerocketlavalamp]

Episode One

This is obviously the first one of these so let me know how this goes but currently, this is just a straight down list of my brains chaos as it tumbles out. Might even add some fun little bits here and there.

Ahh the old DVD Piracy Warning... Oh, how I missed you.

This Intro Music has a hold on my childhood that I can't explain, it's this, P&F, D&J, and Scooby doo and suddenly I'm a child sitting cross-legged in front of glass on tv with a tube of jaffa cakes.

no widescreen but I am watching this on a DVD, on a giant PC screen so I can't be mad at that.

The American Arrives, at a mildly familiar-looking station

Ah yes visual storytelling, American flag on the suitcase, red phonebox in the shot, we aren't in Kansas anymore.

Black cab, ahh yes getting more British by the minute,

Ohh Nina… this was kinda rough exposition even for this Nickelodeon 2010 show,

Weird to see such a good actor… and another actor

Ooohh the school, did we ever get a name for this school? Until it gets mentioned I will be referring to the school as Brittainia Boarding school for spooky shit. I even made them a logo.

Robert Pattinson... my my shows how old this is

Damn! The house... i wanna live here so badly

Damn it's Victor! man has arrived which means its our first...

Ooohh tis spooky

I legit that that rabbit plush… it came from ikea

Damn… I forgot how mean these guys where to her earlier on

This schools uniform is such chaos what are the rules here? what is this schools uniform code... cause it is madness

Huuu burning them… bum bum bum

I love these rooms they feel so realistic for teens everyones is unique and yet the same its so well done, the rooms are probaby where I’m gonna geek alot

Photos everywhere so cute

Ooohh I never realised how early they set the whole amber, mick, mara thing up

Damn alfie and Jerome really are like one character this episode they are so in sync they almost feel like one guy

Ooooh spooky sara!

Oh damn rotty from artful dodger! Hello!

Oooh initiation ceremony

The windows to his office are open… how is he not hearing this conspiracy

Okay I held back on the uniform but legit its time...

Jerome… are you… wearing three shirts. Man has a button down a long sleeve jumper, and then a vest, what kind of 2010 fashion crimes are you committing Mr Clarke. Detention!

I love the 'if only there was a glove made of rubber to protect your hands'

Oh shit he’s arrived. Mr Winkler… which was never a good name

Girls be swooning… for… reasons I don’t understand

Weird locket that I may grab on ebay later

AHh love on the walls… stubble

Eric and Daphne the couple we all slept on

I swear I had the exact multistrand watch jerome has in this scene… if not I had one very very similar I swear

This is some cult level organization, to get all of this set up I know their teens and I know its tv but.. like... do you guys not have homework to do... or sleeping to do... or video games... or was I just a weird teen.

I also love some torches are blue and some are white, its a tiny detail but I feel like it legit makes it feel so much more real that they aren't the same,

Oh for god sake Patrica... it'll take her legit a whole season to let this go won't it.

Is this a good episode, well it sets up a lot of stuff and has the job of explaining this mad premise to us all, meeting a whole dorm worth of characters plus the adults, its not good but I can't be mad at it. for when this came out, the budget it likely had from nick, and lets be honest the age of most of these actors during this, I can't be mad at it. it was the begining of it all and really we can only go up.

shall i do Ep2?

[bwoahtastic]

Max getting into a fight with Lewis and Seb about school and he was already upset because he got into a fight with Rico as well because Rico doesn't want Max to throw away the good chance he has and Max storms out but doesn't shut the door properly and lil Mick toddles out after him and Lewis and Seb don't immediately realise because they're so upset about Max and then Charles/Lando comes to tell them that Mick is winning hide and seek and he's tired so doesn't wanna seek anymore and they realise that Mick is gone!

They're out of their poor minds running around the neighbourhood and bump into Max and Lewis manages to explain whats happening (while Seb is still screaming Micks name) and Max feels so guilty

Oh plss Max already being on edge because he had a fight with Rico who told him not to throw away a chance at a good family when Max complained about Seb and Lewis, and then he came.home and had an argument with seb about school and with lewis about leaving cigarettes around the house and Max is just so,frustrated he storms out.

Seb and Lewis realise too late the door was open and little Mick toddled away looking for Max!

Lil Charles coming to papas saying Mick won at hide and seek and he is tired and pls seb and Lewis panic when they see the open door!

They run around looking for Mick and see Max sitting on a bench somewhere, tear tracks on hisncheek and fists clenched in frustration and pls he would be so guilty when rhey tell him what happened and instantly helps looking!

He finds Mick not too far from the house, the lil pup calling out "maxy?" Because he is still looking for his big brother! Max holding Mick wo close and crying and apologising and returning him to Seb and Lewis before apologising to them too and thanking them for everything and saying he will pack his stuff now...

Seb sighing and gently.pullimg max into a hug and tells him they all need a family nest cuddle now, they will talk about it tomorrow! And pls Max safely tucked in between Seb and Lewis with Charles and Mick snuggled into him (mostly wo he can't leave) and Leais gently strokes his hair and Max just cries cos he feels like he doesn't deserve this!