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RIO/OC/MICK — spring prompts 🦋

A/N: okay so I’m piggybacking off another idea that I still have in my drafts that was meant for the season of Valentine’s Day but…I lost all motivation to write during that time so here we are! Except I’m moving things further along, slightly this time in this piece and giving Mick a bit of a background so this is more mick focused.

Using this prompt list + numbers 21.) weekend trips + 29.) starting to heal & more prompts from [user: @corvase] 1. “how’s life?” “shut up we talked yesterday.” + 2. “you’re still on that?” “still on that..??? STILL ON THAT?????? I CANT STAND YOU???!!!(!;!” 3. “let me know now if this isn’t something you want to work through.”

S|N: Also featuring other characters from a few other shows that make a cameo here or are mentioned such as: BMF, The Have & The Have Nots, + The Cleaning Lady. + some slander on Beth, sorry!

Synopsis: Rio takes a weekend trip to the rural side to revisit a old friend who moved out of the country to further pursue her dream. What happens when Rio brings along open doors for the past?

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Rio’s never been on this side of the town before (or rather this county) this was her showing him something new. He wasn’t much of a rural kind of person and he knew she wasn’t either but he was already aware that moving out of the country half of the year, influenced this new residence.

It was evident that she had company, with Rio finding two other parked cars beside her’s on the lengthy driveway. He hummed to himself, not thinking much of this as he made his way back to the front of the house, leaving him to think that the Tudor styled home could be featured in a “home alone” film. The man stood with his hands clasped in front him, lightly whistling as he silently surveyed the area around him.

The grass was still covered in frost but it was clear that spring would be arriving shortly, as the leaves on the hydrangeas bush caught his eye. His dark eyes drifted back to the front door which creaked open, revealing a smaller guy with caramel skin, curly hair, a tattoo on the side of his neck, and a blank stare.

He was confused as he pushed the question through his lips, “Can I help you?”

His tone was strong for someone who appeared so young. Something Rio was used to hearing himself way back when.

Rio dipped his head, getting a brief view of the brown almost golden entry way, “yeah, I’m sure you can. I’m a friend of Siobhán’s…she invited me for the weekend.”

The younger man’s eyes went into slits then, not liking the looks of Rio or his purpose of being alone with the mentioned woman, it probably had to do with the own tattoo on his neck and relaxed but sneaky demeanor, which Rio easily guessed his judgments. He could tell this kid was with the shits if needed and Rio didn’t need to take it there.

“That little red corvette yours? Or are you more of a Bentley kinda dude?” Rio tilted his head a bit, towards the back of the house where the vehicles sat, attempting to keep the convo light-hearted.

That’s when the shorter man sized Rio up menacingly, “who’s asking?”

Rio kept his hands clasped and let out a laugh, “I’m Rio man. I told you, I’m a friend of Siobhán’s.”

His lips curled at that, “Whatchu from Brazil or something?”

A smile broke out onto Rio’s lips at that, “Nah, I’m from here, Detroit. Born and raised. It’s just a name.”

That had that in common.

“Meech! Your cuz hooked us up with the good shit, so we don’t got to make this long ass trip back for leftovers.” A male voiced called out as he came up behind Meech.

This one was taller than “Meech,” possibly younger, brown skinned, sported a high-top, rocked some chains, he had more facial hair that sat above his lip and on his chin, and he was lanky compared in weight as he held onto two plastic bags.

He lifted his chin towards Rio, “Who the hell are they?”

Meech sighed as he leaned against the front door, “this dude says he’s a friend of Siobhán’s and he goes by Rio but he’s not from there…and I don’t know who the strawberry shortcake chick is beside ‘em.”

The lanky one was immediately suspicious as he shifted on his two feet, probably thinking about reaching for something. All he needed was the signal.

“I’m Mayor Elizabeth Boland,” Beth cleared her throat, holding her hand out for the two men to shake, “but you can call me Beth.”

“Look…” Meech started as he ignored her hand, “From what I gather, a dude like you who brings a snow bunny to my cousin’s door step ain’t no good news. So either you’re lying about what you’re really here for or you’re plotting and trying to get her involved in some shit—which she don’t need. So here’s my advice: don’t bother her with your bullshit or you’re gonna have to see me.”

Beth was lost for words at how quickly Meech was able to put that together. He was a complete stranger to her but once Rio heard his name, he put it together that this was Siobhán’s little cousin.

“That’s interesting because last I heard, Siobhán only sees you at family functions lately, which is strange since y’all used to be so close growing up…but now that you found new ways to make money too, you’re here at her house when she’s reaching the top of the fashion industry. That’s convenient huh?” Rio gave his perspective just as Meech read him and that angered the youngin quite quickly.

He was quick to grab at his belt making Beth inhale a sharp breath, “Ni—you don’t know me—

“Hey! What’s going on y’all?” Another voice boomed, making the lanky one nudge Meech as he sucked his teeth.

Meech let out a low laugh as he pointed at Rio in understanding. Before he turned sideways to reveal a bulky lighter skinned man, with a thick beard, oval eyes; muscular along with his arm tossed over Siobhán’s shoulders.

“Nothing,” Meech sent a gleaming smile at the pair, “Cuzzo, you got something at the door for you. He calls himself Rio and he brought a tag along that I’m sure you ain’t invite.”

The other man who held onto Siobhán glanced down at her, muttering something to her as she kept her eyes on Rio and Beth. She let out a soft sigh as she walked the rest of the length of the entry way, silently commanding that everyone watch her walk.

“How’s life?” Rio started, while Siobhán approached him.

The cocoa skinned woman with wide doll-like eyes immediately rolled them, “shut up, we talked yesterday.”

Which was true. She reached out to him on a Thursday afternoon to touch basis on when she would be expecting him the next day and she last saw him about a week ago for the first time in six months.

“Hi, Are you going to invite us in? It’s actually chilly out here so…” Beth let out a awkward laugh as Siobhán flicked her eyes back and forth between the two.

Siobhán bit her tongue as she let out a light laugh, her eyes saying just enough while meeting Rio’s eyes. His shoulders lifted innocently and before he could say anything else, Beth continued on.

“I’m guessing Rio didn’t inform you of my arrival…I can just go back to the hotel and let you two enjoy your time together.” Beth shifted the bag on her shoulder, ready to step back.

Siobhán hummed, “you’re here now so you might as well stay. It wouldn’t be very hospitable for me to kick you out right? so come in.”

Some more teeth sucking sounded but came from the man on the right. He didn’t agree with Siobhán’s method but he also didn’t know Beth Boland.

“Everyone this is Rio, a friend of mine.” Siobhán introduced him first before saying, “and his friend Beth.”

“Mayor Beth Boland.” The strawberry blonde boasted with pride.

“Yeah, we heard you the first time, Pippy longstocking.”

“Bryan!” Siobhán hissed, while Meech chuckled to himself.

That was a good one.

The lighter man scanned the room as he stepped forward to hold his hand out to shake the two stranger’s, “I’m Benny, nice to meet ya’ll. How’d you meet Siobhán?”

“Damn Benny, you staying for dinner to hear all that? Because Meech and I are about to slide.” Bryan told the older man who was keen on knowing this information.

Rio smiled, “Siobhán and I met at the park when I first brought my newborn son out in the next two counties over. It was my first day alone caring for him, while his mother had a self-care day and he wouldn’t stop crying until I rolled him out to the park. That should have been my first clue that boy loves the outdoors…anyways Siobhán was out there watching after some bad ass cousins.”

All eyes went to Meech who scoffed, “I know you’re not talking about me. Must of been Terry’s stupid ass.”

“Nah, it was you.” Bryan laughed.

It was actually all three of them but Siobhán didn’t want to burst their bubble.

“Shut up, B-Mickie.”

Beth added, “and we met through Rio…at a much later date when Rio’s son was able to run all over the place with a soccer ball. Just not through his son, however. Through much trickier terms?”

Siobhán didn’t miss the look Rio sent Beth’s way and wondered if that was a jab or not. Trouble in paradise? Who knows.

The raised brows she sent Rio was enough for him to realize that she was going to pry him later on that, for now they just had to get over this whole questionnaire.

“Trickier terms huh?” Benny crossed his arms, making Rio hum.

“Yeah man,” Rio stated, “we’re in business together.”

“You’re working with some mayor?” Bryan asked in disbelief before turning his attention back to Beth, “and what did you do before that?”

“I actually want to know that too since you’re giving me mini van mom vibes right now.” Meech asked, digging into his pocket to pull out a joint.

Rio snickered at that, making Beth carry on with a tight smile.

She redirected the conversation, “Well…How do you guys know Siobhán?”

“We’re family,” Meech stated the obvious.

Bryan huffed, “Friend of the family for practically my entire life.”

“And you?” Rio pried Benny who was staring at Siobhán who seemed much lighter than when he last saw her, not counting the week he saw her last.

“We’re also friends.” Benny stated but the smirk on his lips made Rio believe otherwise.

Beth perked up at that, figuring that tone also meant something as well, “oh, how lovely. For how long?”

“Damn she nosy,” Bryan coughed as he gave the signal to Meech, “let’s go.”

Meech removed the joint from his mouth to place behind his ear, “uh yeah not that this conversation is dry but it’s dry. Cuz, you seem comfortable with Rico suave and Mayor Beth so we’re gonna hit the road, we got some business to tend to.”

“Oh, okay. Let me walk you out.” Siobhán carefully spun in the entry way, leading the two boys away, she embraced them each at the door, lightly warning them to, “be good and to say hello to everybody else except cousin Charles.”

Meech snorted as he pulled away from embracing the girl, “you’re a trip, you know that?”

“I mean that.”

“I know you do.” Meech had his eyes burning on the back of Rio’s frame as he kept up the conversation with Beth and Benny, “if things get out of hand—

“They won’t.”

“You sure? I don’t know what they’re into but you don’t need to get wrapped up in their white collar shit. They’re gonna ruin your life when you’re already at the top and you don’t need nobody fucking with that.” Meech kept his voice low, however he wasn’t scared if anybody did hear this.

He already said his peace at the front door.

Siobhán smiled, “I appreciate you but there’s nothing to worry about. All I care about is mostly wedding attire…not the activities y’all like to get involved in.”

“So he is on that illegal shit too?” Bryan whispered-yelled at he got back in the conversation, “like what?”

“Dont worry about it,” Siobhán was firm, “I said I wanted you two to stay out of trouble.”

“Trouble can also lead to success tho, big cuz.” Meech winked while she scoffed, “let your friends know we may or may not be in touch soon.”

Siobhán gripped the twenty year old’s shoulders steering him away, “Bye Meech.”

“So you’re gonna kick your family out but not Bethany? I see how it is.” Meech joked before calling out, “Catch you later, Benny!”

Siobhán turned just in time to be engulfed by Benny himself, “I’m actually going to head out too unfortunately. I have a early morning at the shop tomorrow but I’ll be checking on you.”

“I know you will,” Siobhán gripped his forearms as he placed a kiss on her cheek before exiting.

She carefully watched as the men crossed the lawn towards the back/side of the house, climbing into their cars with a beep and wave as they pulled out of the driveway. Siobhán let out a soft sigh with a shut of the door before turning to the two guests awaiting her. Rio had a smirk on his lips that she ignored while she moved towards them.

“You two must be hungry, there’s plenty of food set up in the dining room.”

“You have a gorgeous house,” Beth trailed off as she followed after the host through a peach-painted sitting room, which contained some furniture, a piano and a huge sketch pad on a easel, “is this the room where you create your ideas?”

“Mainly yes. It’s one of the rooms that has the best lighting.” Siobhán informed as she took a seat at the table, followed by the two others.

Beth nodded, “I sense that. Do you mind giving us a tour later?”

“Theres not much to see, the house is dated and I plan on renovating it.”

“That’s a lot of work for one person.”

“I like keeping busy, I’m sure you know how that is.” Siobhán picks up a biscuit, drizzling honey onto it before taking a bite out of it with a mocking smile.

Rio cleared his throat, “regardless, I’m proud of you.”

“And I’m happy for you.” Beth told Siobhán as she reached for the tea pot.

Siobhán and Elizabeth weren’t the best of friends, in fact they didn’t have much of a relationship—which was fine by her. So Siobhán didn’t feel that statement was necessarily genuine. Mainly they were acquaintances that crossed paths because Beth, her sister, and their friend owed one of her best friends money and couldn’t cut ties with him. Elizabeth got a thrill out of this lifestyle and to learn that she was a mayor in the next two counties over was another power trip the housewife did not need.

Yet Rio still wanted her around.

Even when she put a bullet in him and she got one in return by someone Siobhán shared a personal relationship with.

However she knew when things needed to be let go of but she couldn’t say the same for her dear friend, Rio.

The doorbell chimed through the house making the thirty-two year old get to her feet. She figured it must have been one of the boys who forgot something. Which she kicked herself for as she yanked open the door to see Mick and a long haired Annie standing at her front door.

Together.

Again.

What the hell is going on?

“Hey,” Mick rasped, “…I take it you weren’t aware we were coming.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous! I’m sure Beth let Siobhán know. You know my sister, always planning.” Annie said as she quickly held out a bottle, “We brought Prosecco. Mick said it was one of your favorites.”

Siobhán took a large inhale and exhaled as a small smile appeared on her lips. She held out her hand for the bottle, “thank you. Why don’t you guys come in? we’re having a bite to eat in the dinning room through the left there, next to the staircase.”

Annie stepped in first as she spun around looking at the interior, “sick house! It’s almost like the inside of the titanic with the grand staircase! Perks of being a well-known fashion designer, am I right?” She clicked her tongue, sending finger guns Siobhán’s way before carrying on into the easier way to get to the dining room, loudly greeting the other two in there.

Shutting the door behind them, Siobhán paused at the door, realizing that Mick lingered back, not analyzing the inside of the house much.

“I wanted to talk more at the reunion but there was a lot going on that night. I didn’t want to press you.” His hands were in his pockets but his eyes stayed trained on the woman in front of him.

Siobhán remembered all the emotions she was feeling when she saw Mick enter the hall with Annie on his arm. It wasn’t her place to question what was going on there or when Annie got out of jail but it did send her mind wondering! There was plenty of time for Siobhán and Mick to hash out their old business…once she found out that Mick’s been working for Rio for quite some time, she just didn’t fight to make it a priority.

She needed to create distance and the least Mick could do was give her that. He picked up on that and gave her what she wanted, keeping his focus on what he was being paid to do.

“And now you’re here…at my house…uninvited.” The sarcasm did not go unnoticed.

Mick shrugged his shoulders, “you’ll have to take that up with Beth.”

“I think I will but first…is she gonna pull a gun out on you if you go in there?”

Mick thought about it, “she might. I hear she keeps one in her purse now. It’s not like I’m scared though.”

“Never that…” Siobhán slowly made her way towards the stocky man, “just don’t want to deal with the cleanup.”

Mick blinked, “The place can use some updating anyways.”

Was this the way it would be between the two now? Walking on eggshells since they were unsure where the other stood? There was so much history there. It was sixteen years maybe? since they last saw each other back in 2005 when Mick decided to up and join the marines a month after they received devastating news…

“Jackass.” Siobhán scoffed, walking by him to enter the dining room where eyes set on the pair.

Siobhán set the bottle on the table before plopping down, eyes locked on Beth who gave a sheepish smile.

“Don’t blame Rio for this, it was all my idea. I wasn’t totally sure Mick would be here.” Beth placed her hand on her chest in sincerity.

“I wasn’t sure if I would be here either since there’s this thing called range on this ankle monitor but Mick found a way around that so… shout out to you, mick!” Annie beamed as she popped grapes into her mouth.

Rio had his mouth pressed in his hand, not entirely agreeing with whatever Beth’s approach was.

Siobhán laughed, “you have a lot of nerve showing up here when I didn’t personally invite you and you also felt like involving two other people. Will Ruby be showing up too?”

“She’s in Nevada, so no.” Annie chatted.

Beth sat up straight, “yet she knows everything and will always know what’s going on.”

“So tell us Beth, what is going on?” Mick asked.

Beth glanced at Rio, which annoyed Siobhán.

“Well as the new mayor…I have a proposal for you. I’ll need some new attire for press conferences and events I’ll have to attend; also for my daughter and Annie too.”

Annie raised her brows at this.

“Mick has some business with a french man that you’re friendly with that can help with the shipping process.” Beth continued.

Siobhán folded her arms as she listened to Beth poke around the point of this conversation, “not only are you imposing but you’re also asking me to make clothes for you and your family but want me to get involved with some French man? Why?”

“You spent half of the year in France so it only makes sense that we expand the business.” Beth got excited as she talked.

“Business that you have with Rio?” Siobhán confirmed, “so what does a mayor really want from the French man and my designs?”

Beth rambled, “We need more funding of course. I have to be a successful mayor so that I can continue running and making this the best damn town ever.”

Siobhán failed to cover her laugh, letting out a cackle at the pure audacity of Beth that Rio and Mick thought she snapped. Once she got herself together, she wiped at the tears at the corners of her eyes.

“So let me get this straight, Beth. You ran this idea by one of my friends…which I’m sure he told you that you needed to find someone else to do it. Then you reached out to someone who used to be his right hand man, which so happens to be Mick and also has deep history with me to what? Persuade me? Because we know the same French man who also does illegal shit? Because I’ll be weak in the knees and take Rio and Mick’s word over yours? I’ll trust them? And then to have your baby sister back in your bullshit when she’s fresh on house arrest?! Whew!! you are a whole new level of a selfish cocky bitch.” Siobhán declared all of this to the older woman with a wicked smile.

She reached for the bottle, getting to work on the top as she awaited for someone to say anything else to her.

Beth swallowed as she looked at all the faces in the room, Annie shook her head at her sibling, not knowing this was her intentions on being here.

“Go on, tell us more on how you plan to fuck up my life since yours continues to spiral and you don’t even see it.” Siobhán encouraged as she poured the Prosecco into a teacup.

Beth pulled the sleeves down to her blazer, “I…believe with your sketches sent over to the French man, he’ll send the product back to us, we’ll wear the final product, make profit with a resell and do the whole money-switch-a-roo and give the French man his percentage back.”

“And when he comes after us, that’s when Rio and I come in.” Mick summarized what Beth didn’t say.

“Yes. We send him a little money to make the product, Give it some exposure, resell it, pocket the money for ourselves and the fake money goes to whatever I need to purchase to keep Detroit functioning. Everybody wins.” Beth explained in a chipper tone.

Annie let out a low-whistle, “that’s risky.”

“Oh and there’s also one more thing.” Beth kept on going, “Dawn Roslyn Parker wants in on it. We ran into each other at a conference yesterday and she says she actually loves your designs.”

“Huh? You didn’t say a thing about her.” Rio quizzed, knowing the heated stares from Mick and Siobhán were fair.

Rio was also in attendance as Siobhán’s plus one for her high school reunion last week, so he saw Dawn just for who she is with what she pulled. It was clear she was going overboard on poking the bear and hornets nest.

Beth rushed out , “she only wants a small cut. I’ve got it handled.”

“No, the problem is you think you do.” Mick shook his head, now taking a seat beside Siobhán.

“What do I look like working with the woman who used Mick and I’s dead daughter and her dead sister, who was my friend that she murdered out of jealousy! at the reunion for a slideshow presentation as a way to credit her revamped ways? And Why would I ever work with you? The woman who wants to take advantage of anyone to get ahead? Y’all are not my type of people.”

“Well that’s funny…” Beth almost puffed up her shoulders, “you don’t seem to mind Rio or Mick or even your family members…Meech and Bryan or B-Mickie was it? I’m still trying to figure out what Benny is into, besides you.”

Her eyes flicked to Mick’s then, almost seeking a reaction.

He simply didn’t give her the satisfaction.

“Beth Boland,” Siobhán leaned forward at the table, “I’m going to tell you this only one time since you seem to misunderstand me. I will never stoop to your conniving level of mixed up version of success that you’re looking for. You’ll never be happy that way. I am in my healing era and I’m not going to allow you to disrupt that so…You’re gonna take your things and exit the premises with your bullshit, before I have to get out of character and put a split right in between those pretty eyes.”

Annie gasped, appearing shook at Siobhán’s unexpected words.

Beth held Siobhán’s stare for awhile. It’s not like she didn’t think she was capable, despite the whole whimsical aura and poised persona she had going on. After all she was connected to Rio and Mick so that had to mean something right?

“Okay,” Beth was bubbly as she pushed back from the table, “Time is ticking and the offer expires by Sunday so if you change your mind, I’m sure you know where to find me. Come on, Annie.”

Annie sighed, “I didn’t get to enjoy this meal, Beth.”

“I’ve had better.”

“Not with your weekly unseasoned prep meals. Be forreal, girl.” Siobhán fanned her hand at Beth who just rolled her eyes with a snicker.

“Annie!” Beth called over her shoulder again, not wanting to do the walk of shame solo.

Annie grumbled to herself, scrapping the chair back as she met Siobhán’s stare, “sorry about Beth she’s—Beth. Do you mind if I take something to go?”

Rio rubbed at his face in aggravation, “just go tinker bell.”

Annie shoved some items into her coat sleeve and into her jean pockets muttering to herself, “tinker bell is a new one, is it because I decided to grow my hair out? Don’t know if i like that one, Ree-Oh!”

Once the front door slammed shut, the three sat in the warm dining room in deafening silence.

“You knew she was gonna bring that shit here when Siobhán has a lot to lose. What sense did that make?” Mick started the conversation, which surprised Siobhán—she couldn’t lie, since Mick was usually the sit back and watch type before or if he said anything.

“I think Elizabeth is at a level that can bring in better business for me. Us. If I would have known that you knew this Frenchman too, Mick, I wouldn’t have went along with this.” Rio admitted.

Siobhán snorted, “so you didn’t turn down this stupid idea for the sake of your so called best friend? Yikes, Rio.”

“I had your interest at heart too. Success looks different for everybody and when we all pulled it off, you’d be better than you are now.” Rio gave his perspective.

Siobhán rubbed at the tension in between her brows, “By having a target on my back? Something about her doesn’t have you thinking straight. The Rio I know wouldn’t want my hard work to be jeopardized…unless you’re desperate because if that’s it, you would have talked to me first, privately or you’re really being controlled by Beth.”

“I don’t get controlled by anything. I run this. I’m watching her do her thing from the side lines. She came up with the idea, I just wanted to see how well she executed it.”

“With no regard for my well-being?”

“Of course. I wanted to see how far you’re willing to go to keep things clean too.” He pressed his hands together.

Siobhán fired back, “is everything a test to you? Is it all tactical for you?”

“Nah, that’s just life. Look ma, I don’t mean to disrespect you—

“Too late for that,” Mick commented, resting his elbows on the table as he stared at Rio.

Who sent him a mean side-eye.

“You just have to be ready for these situations. Like how you met with…what was her name, you know her since you met up with her first husband right mick?” Rio tried to rope Mick in who puffed out a laugh in irritation.

What was he talking about?

Mick rubbed at his thick beard and sighed as he glanced at Siobhán who was frowning, “I met with Arman Morales who was with or still currently with—I don’t know their situation— a client that you worked with. Nadia. Nadia Morales. You created a piece for her and in return she gave you a significant sum of money and some jewelry right?”

“Where do you think that dirty money and emerald came from? She runs a casino doesn’t she?” Rio quizzed, “you may run a clean business but not a lot of people do. She’s one of us.”

Siobhán shouldn’t ask how they knew this because of course they had ways. Rio was supposed to be her friend and Mick was her past yet they were keeping tabs on her every move. Some might find themselves secure with that but Siobhan’s always been her own woman.

“So you can snoop around in my business but you couldn’t speak to me six months ago?” She grilled the man to the left her, first.

Mick licked his bottom lip, “you’re still on that?” He replied.

Wrong choice of words.

“Still on that?” She repeated louder this time with a scrape back of the chair as she placed the bottle she was cradling back on the table, “Still on that?! I can’t stand you!”

And walked off from the dining room.

“See what you started? You and Beth just dump everything on everybody else and expect people to go along with it when you know that’s not Siobhán.”

“Careful, now. You’re starting to sound like Nick.” Rio taunted as he nudged his chin outwards, “Siobhán’s a grown woman, she can handle her shit. Now ya’ll need to go get closure so we can collectively decide what happens next.”

Mick exhaled ignoring the insult the man threw his way, “You don’t get to decide that.”

“You’re right I don’t but the both of you will feel better once you do. And believe it or not Mick, I care. Even about you too.” Rio pulled out his phone, but held Mick’s stare who scoffed, pushing back from the table in search of the long haired woman.

He didn’t have to look far as he went to the right from the dining room, into the kitchen. Mick peered around the corner seeing her at the kitchen sink, scrubbing away at a pan that sat inside of it. Stress cleaning must still be her thing and he found himself taking a inhale as he went back to the glass door to the dining room and gently pulled it closed.

Silently he moved into the kitchen, actually taking the time to look around it. There was a small hallway from which he came, the first door was also left open revealing the path back to the entryway of the home, the door to the right held a tan almost orange small room with a flatscreen, a sofa, decent lighting, and some plastic containers shoved against the wall underneath the window. It was a spacious home but still felt empty to Mick, which made Mick question how happy was she? Yes Siobhán purchased this home a couple of months before she decided to come back to the states, however it didn’t feel homey just yet.

Maybe it was Mick’s ego but he felt like he had a part to play in that.

He decided to take a seat at the corner island that was built into the wall of the kitchen. He wasn’t sure if he really liked this set up but it wasn’t his place to comment on what he liked or disliked about this home. The dragging of the chair, caused her to stop scrubbing away at the pan in the sink, glancing over her shoulder with the loose strands of hair that framed her face floated with her movements.

“What did you come here for?”

Mick folded his hands against the counter, briefly thinking about how he should answer this. He knew she wouldn’t appreciate any coyness from him.

“You say you’re ready to talk but it ain’t feel that way back then. I gave you the space you wanted.”

She let the pan slip back into the deep sink and whipped around, her hands gripping the sink behind her as she laughed, “what I wanted? I didn’t think you care what I wanted. You didn’t back when I was seventeen, you eighteen and running off to be a marine. I had to hear that shit from your mother and sister instead of you. You didn’t even bother to leave a note or write a letter or pick up the phone and just try to talk to me. You up and decided what you wanted, leaving me alone to bury our daughter.”

Mick molded his lips into his mouth, carefully listening. This wasn’t news to him, he’s known what he’s done. He’s lived with it and he also knew how to numb it down. It was the best thing for him to do before he ended up doing something really stupid. He wished eighteen year old him knew how to communicate better but all he was surrounded with growing up was screaming matches and that’s not what he wanted to do with Siobhán…ever again.

“You weren’t ever alone, you had my mother and my sister. You had your dad and your cousin-aunt Lucille to rally around you—

“I didn’t want them I wanted you! Don’t you get that?! I wanted the guy I created life with to just hold me down like I would have done him. I know losing our girl was fucking painful and it’ll always be…but I never thought you would have hit me with nothing but white noise. Our relationship was never like that.” She sniffed.

Seventeen year old Siobhán and eighteen year old Mick happened to be very vocal towards one or another. They shared a class with each other, goofing off and everyone knew they liked each other but they always had to one up the other. Mick was the first to ask her out but she declined all because she wanted to be the one to ask him first.

“I hear you,” Mick said, “I’m sorry I put you through that, truly.”

“Then why did it take sixteen years?” She was accusatory, “did you know Rio and I were friends before you decided to work with him?”

Mick felt his eye twitch at that. He understood where Siobhán was coming from but his actions had nothing to do with her.

“…let me know now if this isn’t something you want to work through.”

“What, Michael?” She used his government and that was something she rarely did.

Mick toyed with his beard as he spoke what he was feeling, “I can’t ever make up for that time…especially if you’re always going to feel a way about it. I was acting off hurt emotions and I know you’re still hurt too but I can’t be face to face with you if it’s going to be the same story on loop. I want better for us.”

“I can’t keep up with you anymore,” Siobhán placed her hand on her chest, feeling her heart thud rapidly against its cage, “one minute you’re telling me you’re trying to give me what you think I want, then you’re telling me you’re sorry, and now you’re telling me that you’re assuming that I’ll be unable to forgive you, just like that.”

“It’s okay if you don’t, I can learn to respect that but what I won’t do, is take you blaming me for our daughter’s death. I won’t be that punching bag, I gotta heal too.”

Siobhán felt her lips tremble, “I-I don’t blame you. Did you overthink that while you were away from me?”

“…it’s crossed my mind.”

“Well you’re a dumbass!”

Mick chewed on his lips, a bit vulnerable now.

“This is why I wished you just talked to me even if you couldn’t face me. A phone call, a letter. I would have told you that I never blamed you for what happened to her.” Siobhán expressed.

Mick rubbed at his face, feeling the weight of it all circling back around when he’s shoved it away for so long. “Kadene Solina Peraza…she would be fifteen this year. That’s crazy.”

“It is isn’t it?”

“I talk about her often with my therapist,” Mick pinched at the bridge of his nose to get his emotions together, “what she would be into, who she would look more like as she aged, since we all know she looked exactly like her fine daddy.”

Siobhán rolled her eyes, “you know what that means right? You’re the person that got on my nerves the most during the pregnancy.”

“Nah don’t try to downplay my genes.”

“Don’t want to hear anything else surrounding that,” Siobhán rolled her fingers around in Mick’s direction, making him snort out a laugh.

A actual comfortable silence filled the white once stuffy kitchen.

“You should come to one of my sessions with me…to fully close this chapter with some guidance…if that’s what you want?” Mick suggested.

Kadene wasn’t the only one he talked about and he was sure his therapist wouldn’t oppose to this as she already knew the tale of Mick and Bhán.

Siobhán scooped her strands of hair behind her ears as she exhaled, “I’d like that. Just let me know when.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah.”

“So…can we hug it out or is that pushing it?”

Siobhán let a small smile crack onto her lips as she held out her hands, taking steps to meet Mick at the bar stool he sat on. He got to his feet, arms reaching up to lock around her shoulders as her hands crept to latch onto his back. Being in his arms again felt like how it always did, safe and warm.

And if he held on any longer she might have cried.

“I’ve missed you for a long time, Bhán.” He whispered as the side of his head rested against hers.

She did too, Mick meant a lot to her. He’s been in her life since she was fourteen and him fifteen back when he had wavy thick hair, one chest tattoo, and loved listening to big pun, Jay-Z and had the biggest crush on Ashanti…you just don’t get over someone like him.

Siobhán thought about mentioning Annie, not to stir things up but to get that curiosity to shut up. Yet she just wanted to enjoy this moment for what it was, before she had to get in Rio’s ass about this plan to cater to the new mayor.

“What a cute Kodak moment, so everything good in here?” Rio’s smooth voice interrupted, causing Siobhán to pull away and look over at the thin but tall man who leaned in the doorway.

Mick didn’t rush to let go of Siobhán, which Rio noticed as his eyes flicked to the position of Mick’s hands resting on the small of her back.

“It will be.” Was Mick’s response.

Rio pushed off the doorway, “Good, good. Love to see it. Shall we discuss business back in the dining room? Food’s getting cold and I’m getting kinda lonely back there.”

Siobhán sent a look to Mick and moved from his grasp as she roughly patted Rio on his chest, “you’ll survive. You always do. Also just to let you know, I’m starting to regret inviting your ass here.”

“I bet but let’s talk about it,” Rio was all high cheek bones and smiles as Siobhán walked by him, followed by Mick who shook his head at him, “I’m told putting your feelings all out on the table is a healthy approach.”

And so the three sat down at the dining table, facing each other, ready to say what must be said.

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[mywritersmind]

DROWN IT OUT - LN4

summary : a very drunken night makes for some very drunken mistakes.

listen up : dirty jokes. kissing. lando norris x zakbrownsdaughter!reader. sort of toxic reader.

word count : 1205

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I laugh as my friends and I walk through the club, getting to skip the line (thank you mick my favorite bouncer!). I pull my little black dress down, holding my friend's hand tightly as we maneuver through the crowd.

I grin even wider when I see Oscar and Franco, standing with drinks in their hands while talking. “Blue and Orange! My favs!” They turn me, wondering who’s screaming at them.

“Ay! Y/n!” Franco hugs me, clearly tipsy and even louder than usual, “You're here!”

Oscar laughs at Franco before messing up my hair, “Hey! Have you seen Lily?” I shake my head.

“I’d be with her if I saw her here! Better than you two.” I take Franco’s drink from his hand, tasting it before coughing, “Freak!”

“Uncultured!” He yells back at me as I shake my head and make my way to the bar, ordering my first drink of many.

Once my friends find me again, my night seems to blur a bit. I’m dancing with them, then some guy, then Franco?

“Got an audience, Y/n.” He whispers in my ear, his hands on my arms. I look to where he’s pointing to and silently swear to myself.

Lando Norris takes no measures to pretend he’s not staring at me. I raise a brow and he raises his glass. Franco shivers next to me, “I could cut the tension with a knife!” I shake my head, grabbing Franco’s hand and pulling him out of sight from Lando.

I find my friends who are with Oscar and Lily. I scream and hug the girl as he giggles. I sip my drink while throwing my hands up in the air, twirling around to the music.

The club is stuffy and loud, the smell of smoke all around us. I jump in my heels because the alcohol in my system is numbing my feet pain. I flip my hair back so it’s out of my face, wishing I had a hair tie.

I continue to dance, swinging my hips and singing alone before I back up into someone. His hands are on my hips in an instant to stop me from falling further, “Brown.” he leans down to whisper it in my ear as my back is still facing him.

My eyes widen, I turn around quickly before crossing my arms, Lando’s hands leaving me for his pockets, “Norris.”

“You look really good.” I ignore the slight smile that forces its way onto my lips and focus on his voice instead.

I look him up and down, the all black doing something to me that I can’t explain… I bite my lip and look up at him, “You too. Great race today.”

We’re in Austin and the clench of his jaw tells me everything I need to know, “You’re funny.” he deadpans.

“So I've been told!” I smile widely as he leans down a bit so I can hear him. I look at him flirtatiously, “Dance with me?”

He shakes his head, wiping down his face as he looks at me. Fuck, the way he looks at me. He wants to, I know he does. He shakes his head anyways.

I roll my eyes, “Right, I forgot your my dads golden boy!”

His expression hardens, “He wouldn’t like you starting anything, either.”

“I’m his baby girl!” I smile innocently, “I do no wrong.”

“Yeah until you get too close to me. Why is it, just me? I feel like he gets antsy when you’re even a garage away.”

I laugh, “Because you- ” poking my finger at his chest, almost hitting the ‘4’ dangling from his neck. It’s a perfect reminder why I can’t do the things I want to do with him. “Are Lando Norris. And Oscar is happily glued to Lily! I don’t know if you know this…” I whisper in his ear, “But you’ve sort of got a fuck boy reputation.”

He pushes his hand through his curls, and I watch his arm go up and down. I hate myself for being attracted to him but damn is he good looking.

This makes a smirk grow on his face, tilting his head down, “He’d kill me.”

I smile, “I wouldn’t mind! The things we’d do aren't the sort of thing I'd tell my dad.”

His smile drops, taking a breath, “You make a convincing point. Still, no though.”

I sigh dramatically and back away, “Fine! Remember, Norris. My lips are always here for you!” I wink and walk away, joining my friends and letting Franco place his hand on my hip, knowing he’s watching.

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I met Lando the first day he signed with Mclaren. He was younger, we both were. We were never friends, we didn’t see each other much because I was busy with Uni.

This year however, has been different. Very different. It’s like I missed four years and suddenly Lando got hot, flirty, and cocky.

But I still think back to that day when we first met, it was the day that my dad saw Lando and I smile at each other, he immediately vetoed any relationship with the McLaren drivers, or any other for that matter.

Lando knows this. He thinks it makes him more interesting to me, maybe he’s right.

I slam my phone back down on the table, a little drunk and severely pissed off.

“Your dad?” Lily asks me, Oscar’s arms are wrapped around her as he listens in.

I nod, “I just- Ugh! I can’t stand him sometimes.”

Oscar laughs, “I hear that.” I sometimes forget that other people have options on my dad. It’s sort of weird to me.

I sigh and down the rest of my drink, quite drunk and scanning the room before I can talk myself out of it.

“I’ll be back.” I mumble, setting my eyes on Lando and striding towards him. He’s talking to Carlos and Franco, a drink in his hand. “Norris!”

I yell, moving around the people who are annoyingly in my way. He turns to me, standing up straighter with a brow raised. I march right up to him, taking his hands in my face and kissing him.

He freezes for a second before grabbing my waist with one hand and kissing me back. This was what I wanted and it feels damn good. I can taste the alcohol on him, he smells like cologne.

People whistle and cheer around us. It takes my hand moving to Lando’s hair for him to back away from me.

He’s out of breath and licking his lips. He shakes his head, “Y/n.” I can tell he’s drank as much as me, he closes his eyes and breathes before the grip on my waist tightens, except he’s moving me away from him.

I know what he’s going to say by the look in his eye, he leans closer to no one can hear what he says except me, “I don’t want to be a way you piss off your dad.”

I frown, “Come on, Lando!”

“Come to me when you’re sober and not pissed off.” He shakes his head, still holding onto his drink as he walks away.

[dazed-and-confused23]

Dear Hearts and Gentle People 4

Summary: After their reunion at the Atomic Wrangler, Cooper decides that he wants more than just a quickie out of his wandering trader.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Warnings. Drug use and Alcohol. Fluff and Smut. Little longer than the other ones ❤️

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Cooper sits on the side of the bed, inhaler in hand as he stares down at the chem. You are still asleep behind him, body tangled in the sheets, exhausted after the exciting reunion between the two of you. You had been a breath of fresh air for the ghoul, especially after finding out the truth behind the fate of his family, and then Lucy, the vaultie, had left him too. Gone back home to her vault to save them from those goddamn Bud's Buds.

Cooper had elected to stay in Vegas. He likes the city, and the booze was cheap, and the chems were even cheaper if you knew where to get them. However, now that the ghoul was borderline sober, and with you by his side, Cooper realized that he'd had something to look forward to. To live for again. You.

Every time the two of you had crossed paths, you never failed to send the ghoul's black heart racing. You were a wastelander through and through, but you were good, and Cooper didn't want to let that go. No. He would hold on tight, and nothing in heaven or hell would get him to let you go.

First thing first, however, was to show you that he was serious and that he cared for you beyond a quick fuck and drug transactions. Cooper turned in the bed and leaned over you, tucking his knuckle under your chin and kissing you until you woke up. A soft sigh escaped you when the ghoul pulled away, and you opened your eyes to see him above you.

"Well, that's one way to wake a girl up," you murmur, and shift to your back, opening your arms so that Cooper can fall against your chest, his face pressed in the crook of your neck. You hum softly and press a kiss to his bald head, "What's got you in such a good mood?"

Cooper buries himself against you, shoving his arms under you so that he can hold you close. He listens to your heartbeat, and the sound of content he makes sounds more like a cat purr than anything else. He debates with himself before deciding to hell with it.

"Let me take you out. On a proper date," He began, and the more he spoke, the more he felt like his old self, Cooper Howard, before the end of the world, "You deserve it after everything you've done for me."

You eyed him, though your lips were already turning up at the idea. Who knew your ghoul was such a romantic? You tilt your head to the side, "Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

Cooper rises to his elbow and admires how your hair halos around your face. You are beautiful, even sleepy-eyed, and dressed in nothing but your panties.

"We're in Vegas, Baby. Let's make the most of it."

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Mick and Ralph's had a surprising number of preserved prewar clothing, and you picked through the dresses looking for the perfect fit. You spotted a cute, blue number that would hug you in all the right places and billow out at the waist. Mick even had a cute pair of kitten heels that he gave you on the house.

Cooper had also done some digging around and conveniently found one of his old set costumes. The colors were faded, but they looked brand new compared to the get-up he always wore. Dressed to impress, the ghoul admired himself in the cracked mirror. If you ignored the obvious, Cooper looked like he'd just come off set of A Man and His Dog.

He wold whistles when you step out of the back room, and even though you're custom to his flirty behavior, you still blush bright and give Cooper a tiny grin. You've never had an opportunity to wear something so nice before, and it made you feel different, but not in a bad way.

"Well, look at you, Darlin'. All dressed up and beautiful for little ol' me," He crooned and snagged your hand, spinning you in a slow circle so that he could admire you from all angles. You give him a smile so full of fond amusement that Cooper’s heart stutters in his chest.

"Only for you, Cowpoke," you say and curl your hand behind his head to tug him down for a quick kiss that Cooper melts into.

After paying Mick and Ralph, Cooper escorts you to the gate of the Strip where the securitrons let the two of you by after flashing the passports you'd paid the shop owners for. Inside, the flashing neon lights made you squint, and you did your best to take it all in at once.

"A lot's changed since the last time I've been here," Cooper comments and casts his gaze around. It's been over two hundred years, but the Vegas Strip still felt the same. The two of you bypass Gomorrah and the Ultra Lux, and instead, head for the Tops where a man with blonde, slicked-back hair greets them with a suave grin.

"Hey, hey cats. My name is Swank. Welcome to the Tops Casino. The floor is open, and Tommy's got some real class acts tonight on stage if you're interested."

The two of you hand over any weapons that couldn't be concealed and head upstairs to the theater. A live band is playing on stage, and a place has been cleared in the middle of the room for dancing. Cooper leads you to a corner booth and drops to kiss your brow before he lopes off to order you both a drink.

From there, the night goes off without a hitch. The two of you drink til you feel tipsy and brazen enough to tug the ghoul out to the dance floor where Cooper upstages you and everyone else there. He twirls and dips you, leaving you a giggling mess and eyes only for him.

At some point, Cooper gets the grand idea to spend some caps on some chips, and you stand beside him as he cleans the blackjack table, coming away with more chips that you have to help him carry back to the exchange desk. The two of you eventually stumble out of the Tops and mosied back down the road to Gomorrah.

Their weapons are confiscated once more, and Cooper pays the receptionist for a hotel room for later on. He doubted that they would be sober enough to leave this place later on.

His hunch was right hours later when the two of you stumbled to the elevator. Coop's arm is tight around your waist, holding you close to keep you from tipping over. You cling to him, giggling as you wind your arms around his neck, and he catches your eyes, glassy from the jet that one of the dancers had given you.

"Your eyes are so pretty, ya know that?" You slur, and Cooper snickers as he leads you out of the elevator and down the hall to the room he'd rented. He's not nearly as gone as you, but he chalks that up to being used to the substance abuse.

You plop on the bed and reach back for the zipper of your dress, feeling too constricted in the blue fabric, and get stuck with it halfway off. Cooper laughs at you and comes to help, tugging the dress away and tossing it behind him before he pounces.

His lips meet yours in a slow kiss, a gentle give and take that turns heated when you bite his lip hard enough to hurt. You sooth it with your tongue, and groan when Cooper curls his own around the slippery muscle, the kiss wet and sloppy. He looms over you, keeping himself propped up with his elbow, while his other hand grips your waist, and rocks his hips down.

Cooper groans into the kiss when his clothed cock meets the heat between your thighs. You buck against him, whining into the kiss and demanding he take his damn pants off already.

"Patience, young grasshopper," Cooper rumbles above you and slides off the bed to button his shirt and jeans. He folds them almost reverently before he turns back to the bed and crawls on top of you, "Great things come to those who wait."

You scoff at him, though your lips are tilted up in amusement, "I've been waiting forever, Coop."

Your legs fall open and wrap around his waist. You are so wet that the ghoul can see slick glistening in the low light of the room where it clings to your puffy folds. He swallows harshly when you reach down and spread them, giving him an excellent view of your clit and twitching hole.

"Now I want you to fuck me like you mean it."

Cooper doesn't need to be told twice and spits in his hand before wrapping it around his cock and stroking himself twice before he lines up and sinks down to his balls. Your cunt throbs around him, pulling him impossibly closer, and he falls forward, hips humping forward as you cling to him.

Coop fucks you like it's his last day on Earth. He shifts to his knees, and his cock slips even further, pressing against something inside you that makes stars shatter. You curse loudly, Cooper’s name falling from your lips like a mantra as he hooks your legs over his shoulders and bends you over. The new position makes it hard to breathe, but all you want is more.

"'M close," Cooper grunts in your ear, and you lock your knees around his head, meeting him thrust for thrust as you work for your release. He unlocks his jaw and bites into the hollow of your throat. The pain is enough to send you over the edge, your pussy fluttering and gushing around the ghoul's cock.

"Ah-fuck," He snarls and follows you right over the edge, pumping you full of seed until it dribbled out from your stuffed cunt. He finds your lips kissing you as he rides out his orgasm, hips jerking when you tighten around him.

Cooper lays there, breathing you in and curling his arms tight around your waist. He is far too tired to move, and you don't seem to mind the extra weight with how tightly you hold him back. The ghoul feels at peace as if a part of his life he'd been missing has slotted back into place. He raises his head just enough to catch your eyes, and you reward him with an adoration-filled smile, but it's your words that cause his heart to explode like an atomic bomb.

"I love you."

You don't expect Cooper to pull you in for another kiss, this one soft and slow. He rests his brow against yours and wonders how he ever made it this far without you.

"I love you, too."

Holy moly, that got way sweeter than I intended. I hope you enjoyed it!❤️

[lovelytsunoda]

i can't get no satisfaction // mick schumacher

summary: camping out in the library after hours, and too stressed to retain information, the student librarian has an idea about how take all of that stress away. and it doesn’t involve reference books.

pairing: college librarian!mick x student reader

warnings: sex in a library, semi-public sex, this is so fucking filthy, mick is a sweetheart but he has a dirty fucking mouth. mentions of masturbation and sex toys. why does this man bring out the feral in me? the terms ‘librarian’ and ‘sir’ used in a sexual context (but in a playful way…for the most part)

authors note: now tell me why I can add a song here but tumblr won’t let me add ‘shallow’ as a song link to my angsty top gun fic and I had to publish it without?

there was a reason she always picked that table. a reason she’d started coming to the library in tight tops and cutoff shorts.

it gave her the prime viewing across the old library, beyond the green tiffany lamps, at the perfectly coiffed head of of blonde hair that rested behind the check in desk.

mick fucking schumacher. he was the reason most girls came to the library, if she was to be honest.

however, there was no time for that today, astronomy textbooks strewn across her table as she poured over star charts. she didn’t realize how late it had gotten, her test review notes only half filled out and an exam creeping up on her.

her ballpoint pen trailed across the computer paper as she recorded the names of the main theories behind how the moon formed, mumbling to herself in an attempt to remember the facts better. she had one Bluetooth earbud in, playing jazz music softly to prevent her mind from wandering.

it was all hands on deck if she wanted a chance in hell of passing her elective course.

two hands clapped down on her shoulders. she started, yelping as her pen trailed a thick black line across her page before clattering to the floor. heart racing, she yanked her headphone out, head whirling to see who had interrupted her.

“oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.”

mick. he stood behind her, clad in tight black slacks and and untucked dress shirt, the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to just before his elbows.

and, oh god, were her nipples perking up underneath her halter top?

“no, no, I should have paid more attention.” her voice was shaking, cracking slightly. “did you need something?”

“we closed like, fifteen minutes ago.” mick said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to disturb you, but I’m not getting paid overtime and I kind of wanted to go home.”

she sighed, massaging her forehead wrinkles with her fingertips. “yeah, okay. sorry, I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

her stomach sank to the floor. she felt guilty for keeping him, and a sense of crushing dread when she realized how little information she really retained.

and under the student librarians gaze, his stunning ocean eyes boring holes into her skull?

she’d be damned to admit it out loud, but she felt horny as hell. she was so stressed with exams, and so wired from trying to study that masturbation was the only way she could get herself to go to sleep: tire out the body, and the mind will follow.

but her fingers didn’t cut it any more, nor did the tiny vibrator her roommate made her buy on a whiteclaw-fuelled trip to the local spencer’s.

“okay, just give me a second and I can help you put all of these away. I feel bad for keeping you now.”

mick helped her gather her things and tidy the table, offering her a metal shelving cart to load full of all the textbooks she didn’t need. they moved in an awkward silence as the blond reshelved the books and she pushed the cart.

“so, astronomy?” mick clicked his tongue, shelving a book on star charts.

“yeah, it’s a shitty fucking elective, that’s what it is. it’s causing me more stress than my actual subject major.” she snorted, sliding a few other books into the shelf. “I’m pre-law, but I’m not even sure if law school is what I want any more. right now, I just want to shut down, if I’m being honest.”

she stepped back from the shelf, moving to go around the cart when mick spoke up.

“so is that why you barely looked in my direction today?”

she stopped cold, her foot thudding against the side of the heavy metal cart. she bit back a curse, stumbling as mick caught her, pressing her body up against the shelving cart.

“I know you have a crush on me. I think it’s cute. you’re cute.” his voice was husky, and there was barely any space between them. her heart was beating faster, heat rising in her cheeks. “there’s a reason I always work at that desk too. seeing you makes my day.”

he was so close to her that she could have kissed him if he wanted to. all she would have had to do was press up on her toes to match his height, and gently touch her lips to his.

“don’t hide from me, pretty girl.” mick whispered. “I know how pent up you are, I can see it in the way your body responded as I ran my hands over your back. I want to help you. let me help.”

she swallowed, thoughts racing as she gripped his arms, looking up into his cobalt eyes.

she needed this.

needed him.

“yes.”

when mick kissed her, it felt like all the air was leaving her lungs. he was intoxicating, the heady scent of his cologne overwhelming her senses. she moaned into the kiss, aching and longing for human contact.

“my sweet girl.” he mumbled, trialing kisses up her jaw and over behind her ear, hands coming up to knead her sensitive breasts as she leaned back against the shelving cart. “when was the last time someone treated you right?”

“s-six months.” she stuttered, panting heavily.

it was pathetic, mick had barely even done anything and she was seconds away from whining for him.

he clicked his tongue, gripping her waist and pushing her back further against the cart. a few reference books fell to the floor, but neither student noticed. his breath was warm against her ear, the tip of his nose brushing her cartilage and making her shiver.

“that’s just won’t do. whenever you came in here, I bet you were thinking about sitting under my desk and using your cute little mouth the keep my cock warm.”

noticing how her body tensed up, the boy changed his tune. “or maybe you’re not into that. maybe you just wanted me to whisk you away to the rare book room and press you up against the bookshelf, have my way with you. our dirty little secret”

ah, yes. that was the reaction he was looking for, her thighs clenching at the thought as he slotted his knee on between her legs.

“that’s my girl.” mick cooed as she grinded against his thigh. “you just need my cock to fill you up, don’t you? those fingers of yours just aren’t the same, are they?”

she opened her mouth to respond, forehead resting against his, when she leaned back too far, the cart tumbling out from behind her.

mick caught her by the waist, smoothly spinning around and returning her to her feet, ignoring the toppled cart. nose to nose, the absurdity of the situation dawned on her.

and she laughed.

and he laughed with her.

that was what she needed from a man. someone who could laugh with her, even during their most intimate of moments, someone who let all the best parts of his non-bedroom personality shine through while also knowing exactly what she needed him to say to get her off.

a gentleman.

and that’s what mick schumacher was.

he carried her bridal style back to the long mahogany table, placing her down gently and sweetly before giving her a sweet kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips.

“so, pretty girl, the ball is in your court now.” mick began, taking her warm hands in his cold ones. “whatever you need me to do, I’ll do.”

“I mean, I’ve heard the rare book room is super sexy. the smell of old books is like an aphrodisiac for me.” she said in a sing-song voice, thinking about his teasing from earlier. “then again, so are the vaulted ceilings in here.”

“I bet I could make you come so hard for me that you can see those stars on the ceiling fresco with your eyes closed.”

“wanna bet, pretty boy?” she was confident in her decision, but there was still nervousness behind her eyes.

she’d felt the way his dick pressed up against the seams of the zipper on his slacks. taking it was going to hurt.

he kissed her nose softly, fingers reassuringly rubbing circles on her skin. “I’ve got you, princess. you just need to relax and let me fuck all of that stress out of your pretty little head.”

she kissed him again, one hand on either side of his neck as she tried to press her body up against his, body flushed with need.

he gently turned her around, guiding her body so that she was bent over the table, the wood cool against her body.

mick playfully smacked her ass over her denim shorts.“such a pretty girl for your librarian, aren’t you?”

instead of the expected response, mick was delighted to get a laugh out of her. her giggles made him high, heat rising on his skin.

“was that supposed to be sexy?” she giggled, one hand reaching behind her to cradle his, thumb passing over his knuckles.

“maybe.” mick chirped. “baby, you’ve gotta let me have my other hand so I can get your shorts off.” she let go of his hand, allowing his smooth fingers to undo the button and gently draw the denim down her legs. “and for the record, I think that librarian is a damn sexy title.”

“but it’s not really a title.” she laughed, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body, massaging the flesh of her ass before tugging her cotton panties to the side.

he smacked her ass again, cock perking up at the tiny moan she let out. “it can be whatever I damn well want it to be, princess.” his voice was playful, and it made her wet to no end.

she needed this adorable idiot to fuck her.

now.

there was little warning as he slipped two fingers into her, the cold of the rings on his fingers making her squeal as he started to flex his digits.

his fingers were so fucking long. they felt so much better than her own fingers did, that was for sure.

“that’s my pretty girl, taking my fingers like a goddamn champion. you’re fucking dripping, princess.” mick cooed, moaning at the sight of her arousal running down his wrist, the sound his fingers made as he scissored them inside of her. “atta girl, so good for your librarian, aren’t you?”

“yes.” she panted, bucking her hips against his fingers with a cry, reaching back to grab his free hand with the hand that wasn’t holding her steady on the desk. “oh, fuck, sir.”

god, she needed this. and for a nerdy guy, he sure fucking knew how to use his fingers.

she felt his hand come down on her ass again. “what did you call me?” his voice was light, with the hint of a smile behind it. “I want you to say it again, princess.”

“mhm, yes sir, please, I need more.” she exaggerated the moan, a playful smile on her face as she played right into micks hands.

she liked this banter they had going, this carefree way of looking at something most people took so seriously. no, this was an experience that felt uniquely her whereas other guys she had been with just did what they always did, not caring about what she needed to get off.

but with mick, yes, that dominant demeanour was still there, but in a gentle ‘let me take care of you’ way.

and that was sexy as fuck.

she whined as mick withdrew his fingers, tapping her side with two of his fingers. “turn around, pretty girl. I don’t like not being able to see your stunning face.”

while her thighs tingled, her chest bloomed with affection and love at the thought that mick thought she was pretty.

and it was true. the library was dim, the warm lighting from the tiffany lamps framing the flyaways from her hair and the pink in her cheeks. the cupids bow of her lips, and that gorgeous fucking smile.

he was so down bad for her, it made his cock ache.

she perched on the edge of the desk, wincing and attempting to hide her embarassment at the wet patch she was leaving on the old table, the unshaven landscape of her thighs (and between her legs).

goosebumps rose on her arms as she watched mick lick her juices off her fingers, moaning at the taste like it was his favourite thing in the world. sensing the goosebumps, he ran his hands up her arms to warm her up.

“you decide how far we go tonight, love. how many orgasms do you want?”

oh fuck.

mick laughed sweetly, seeing the overwhelmed look on her face. he kissed her forehead tenderly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “how about we start with one and see you feel from there.”

“yeah. I’d like that.” she answered shyly, feeling the cold creep in.

the old library was drafty, yet kept to a very specific temperature. she expected to be overheating from how hot this encounter was, but alas, the air conditioning system just had to go and ruin it

“here.” mick said softly, undoing his shirt to expose the silver chain that rested below his sternum, a pendant with an orthodox saint carved into it.

he undid the shirt slowly, allowing her ample time to rake her prying eyes over every perfectly sculpted part of his body, right down to the tent in his pants.

sliding the shirt fully off, he used both hands to drape the soft fabric over her body. she swooned at the motion, letting him flip the collar up against her neck.

“don’t want you catching a cold now, do we, sweet girl?” he said sheepishly, his face flushed pink and a sheen of sweat on his abs as he cupped her face, leaning in to kiss her softly.

“mick.” she whined. “I need you now. I’m aching for my librarian to make me feel good.”

“I’ve got you, princess. I’ve got you.” he hummed, undoing the button on his slacks. he pushed down his boxers, erect cock springing to life.

“holy fuck.” she hummed.

his dick was impressive. all seven thick inches of it, resting against her thigh when she opened her legs and pulled him closer. she wasn’t even sure if it was possible for a dick to be pretty, but if it was, micks cock was the very definition of the word.

“so wet for me. I’ll slide right on home.” mick said, gripping his cock in one hand and running it all along her slicked up opening. now she knew her goosebumps weren’t from the cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come next.

“please, I need your cock.” she whined.

“whatever my girl wants, she gets. you just relax and let your librarian fuck all those little worries away.”

he slid in slowly, letting her adjust to take him inch by inch. the stretch burned slightly, and she found herself opening her legs wider with every inch. she had a white-knuckled grip on the table, her breaths coming out in a mixture of strangled moans and pants.

when he finally slid fully in, his heavy balls resting against her ass, she opened her eyes and changed a look down at where they connected, a moan leaving her mouth.

“that’s just what you needed, isn’t it love? a fat cock to fill you up and make you feel good.”

it was a question he didn’t expect an answer from as he started to thrust in and out of her, hands gripping her thighs to pull her in.

“oh, god!” she whined throwing her head back, breasts bouncing under her top as mick slammed into her. “feels so good, mick.”

“that’s my girl.” his voice was low and husky, but also soothing. his hands on her body was a grounding presence.

her fingernails scraped down his chest, leaving pink marks in their wake as she moaned, babbling incoherently about how good mick was making her feel.

it was heavenly. he overwhelmed every one of her senses. it was an out of body experience, if she was being honest. something out of her wildest dreams.

mick kissed her again, groaning into her mouth as he pistoned his cock in and out of her. she was practically dripping everywhere, but had no time or energy to worry about the mess she was making.

all she could think about was how good she felt with mick inside of her.

“just breathe, darling. you’re doing so fucking good for me.”

he shifted her position on the desk, maneuvering one of her legs over his shoulder. she yelped in pleasure, nails sinking into his shoulders as she screamed a curse.

“fuck, that feels so good!”

the new angle was dizzying, his length brushing up against her spongy walls with every thrust. her eyes rolled back and her vision went blurry from pleasure as she meweled under his touch.

“that’s it, pretty girl. come for me. come for your librarian.”

“oh, fuck, mick, I-“ her words tapered off into a hearty moan, micks shirt lying in a puddle behind her as she wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her head in his chest as she came with a cry of his name, tears leaking from her eyes. “mick.”

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” mick cooed, kissing her forehead as he slowed his thrusts, gently working her through her orgasm. “there we go, you’re safe here. just breathe with me, can you do that, princess?”

she nodded, out of breath as mick gently eased her achy leg off his shoulder and back down to the table. he slid out of her, and the empty feeling made her whine. he gently shushed her, covering her face in kisses.

“mick, you never finished.” she pouted

“don’t worry about it, princess. this was about you. all that mattered to me was that you got your earth shattering orgasm.”

she rolled her eyes, reaching for his still-hard cock. “let me do something nice for you, dumbass.”

and who was mick to complain when she was doing such a good fucking job stroking his cock? her hands were smooth and soft, and the angelic way that she looked up at him, that sweet smile on her swollen lips while her hands worked him to the edge?

within minutes he was bellowing, spurting thick measures of come over her hands and down her arm, his entire body shaking.

“Jesus Christ.” he muttered. “you’re good at that.”

“when you hate giving blowjobs, you learn how to give a damn good handjob.” she smiled softly, unsure what to do with her sticky hands.

mick scooped her up gently, carrying her away from the desk and down the long hall to the staff bathroom. “come on, love. let’s get you cleaned up.”

after they were somewhat presentable (because, after all, there’s little you can do about the flushed skin and sex hair when you’re still in a public library), they gathered the last of their belongings and started to shut the library down for the day.

“what about the shelving cart?” she asked shyly, gesturing to the cart they had knocked over.

mick laughed. “I don’t work tomorrow, so it’s someone else’s problem.”

she watched with a soft smile as mick turned all the lights in the old building off, before he linked his arm with hers and they began the walk out of the parking lot.

“I hate to sound presumptuous,” mick began “but you’ve been here all day and I haven’t seen you leave to get food or anything. you must be starving. there’s an all night diner about two blocks from here, and I’d like to treat you to dinner.”

she smiled, kissing his cheek. “I’d love that, mick. thank you.”

and they both knew that this was going to be the start of something wonderful.

as soon as exams were over, of course.

the rest of the student body’s female population was not going to be happy when they showed up at the library and found that y/n y/l/n had finally captured their librarian’s heart.

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they're talk- talk- talking about

pairings: mick schumacher x girlfriend!reader

summary: the one where you and mick have been dating for a while without the media knowing and you start interacting more on social media

authors note: I finally wrote something with mick 😭

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yourusername parisian getaway with my favorite golden baby ❤️🇫🇷

mickschumacher so you're my black cat, huh?

yourusername I think so 🫣

yoursister oh, so you finally decided to take a break from your busy life and enjoy some quality time in paris with him! don't forget to bring me back some macarons 🫠

yourusername don't worry sis, I've got you covered! macarons will be waiting for you when I get back, but I can't promise because mick eats everything mickschumacher love, I don't eat everything yourusername yes, you do! mickschumacher I don't eat everything, for example, what I wanted to be eating right now is scrolling through the phone right next to me yourusername MICK SCHUMACHER you didn't just do that!

gina_schumacher I still can't believe you chose him over me, y/n!

yourusername you're always my number one, gina! mickschumacher I want a divorce yourusername you haven't even put a ring on my finger yet mickschumacher don't challenge me mein liebling (my love)

dankeseb wait, who is she f1_wags ? did I miss something? 🤔

f1_wags must be a new love interest for Mick

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher saturday in barcelona 🇪🇸

📸 mercedesamgf1

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yourusername missing you already, mick! 🥺 f1 life for you, germany life for me. come back soon! ❤️

mickschumacher I miss you too! 😢 f1 may take me away but my heart is always with you. counting down the days until I can be back by your side ❤️ raceweek who's the lucky one getting a sweet message from mick? we want to know! mickschumacher well, let's just say y/n is an amazing person who's been supporting me all along and yes, she's very special to me! 😊

sebastianvettel nice one, mick! loving the mercedes colors on you

mickscedes can't wait to see you in action again!

gina_schumacher so proud of you, mick! seeing you in the mercedes paddock gives me chills. keep shining and making our family proud! love you ❤️

lewishamilton looking good, mick!

folksmick MY HUSBANDDDD 😍😍😍

mercedesamgf1 hey mick, looking sharp in that mercedes gear! just a friendly reminder, whatever you do, don't press any buttons in the cockpit. we've had some interesting moments before! 😂

mickschumacher don't even remind me 😅

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mickschumacher

mickschumacher that's between me and you, our little secret but I wanna tell 'em I wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl

yourusername I want the world to know that you're mine too! forever and always ❤️

mickschumacher forever and always, my love ❤️

mickslover him using a one direction song 😫

gina_schumacher I can't believe it's official now! congratulations to both of you and mick remember that y/n is my wife above all else 🤭

mickschumacher I can't believe I have to share my girlfriend now yourusername you've always shared love

maxverstappen1 the fans took a while to realize it

mickschumacher yeah, a little bit maxverstappen1 ah, yes a little bit two years 🫠

f1fan so adorable

schumaclerc mick being a boyfriend is something I've been waiting to see for a long time

mick47 couple goals 😍

[pucksandpower]

can you do a leclerc!reader x mick schumacher au of them soft launching their relationship and her being a merc fan instead of ferrari and people loving it and making jokes 🥰🥰

Mick Schumacher x Leclerc!Reader - Instagram AU

y/n_leclerc

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y/n_leclerc an adventure down under

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charles_leclerc are you staying safe?

y/n_leclerc yes, charles

lorenzotl and using sunscreen?

y/n_leclerc yes, lorenzo

arthur_leclerc and keeping away from strangers?

y/n_leclerc don’t even start with me, arthur

oscarpiastri why didn’t you tell me you were visiting?

y/n_leclerc because three overprotective brothers following my every move is enough

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher had an amazing time in australia 🤙

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zoomyschumi australia looks good on you

mickymouse why does he look like when violet beauregarde starts turning into a blueberry in charlie and the chocolate factory? 😭

paddockgirlie i can’t unsee it now

mickandcheese got that winter break glow

y/n_leclerc

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y/n_leclerc my eyelashes are frozen

📍Piteå, Sweden

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charles_leclerc where is your scarf? you’ll get sick

y/n_leclerc stop, i’m not a child

charles_leclerc i still don’t get why you’re in sweden in the middle of winter

y/n_leclerc 1) it’s beautiful and 2) i got to meet up with seb

leclercupdates isn’t the ROC happening in piteå right now?

talkingtifosi yes but her brothers are not competing so i’m not sure what y/n is doing there

leclercupdates maybe just cheering on a friend? she got close with seb when he was teammates with charles

feralforferrari or a boyfriend with all the time she spends around drivers 🤨

leclercupdates she hasn’t posted anything about a boyfriend since she broke up with her ex over two years ago so i doubt it

y/n_leclerc

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y/n_leclerc time for a change of scenery

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charles_leclerc who are you and what have you done with my sister?

charles_leclerc blink twice if you are being forced to wear that

y/n_leclerc i decided that black is more my color

charles_leclerc there is black ferrari merch. you don’t have to cheer for our competitor just because you got sick of wearing red

y/n_leclerc no thanks

charles_leclerc what do you mean “no thanks”?

charles_leclerc answer your phone, y/n!

mercedesamgf1 🖤

scuderiaferrari no

y/n_leclerc

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y/n_leclerc the many moods of mick

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charles_leclerc please tell me that you spontaneously got hired to be a mercedes photographer and this doesn’t mean what i think it does

y/n_leclerc i would … but then i’d be lying

charles_leclerc you promised not to date drivers!

y/n_leclerc do you have that from me in writing? otherwise it’s not a binding contract

charles_leclerc stop ignoring my calls

charles_leclerc this isn’t funny

y/n_leclerc really? i think it’s hilarious

f1wagupdates paddock drama incoming 🍿

leclercupdates i know her brothers are going to hate it but y/n and mick will make an adorable couple

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mickschumacher one year with this pretty girl

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charles_leclerc my eyes must be playing tricks on me because there’s no way i just read that you’ve been with my sister for a year already which would mean you’ve been dating my baby sister behind my back for 12 months

y/n_leclerc your eyes are perfectly fine

charles_leclerc and your boyfriend is as good as dead once i get my hands on him

y/n_leclerc i don’t think ferrari will like their driver getting arrested for murder

mickymouse maybe mercedes should hire some bodyguards for mick 🫣

f1wagupdates okay but imagine their future babies that are half leclerc and half schumacher

charles_leclerc there will be no babies!

f1wagupdates 👁️👄👁️

gridgossip the producers of drive to survive are salivating right now

[1-800-local-slut]

rio getting to know shy reader but realizing she far from that now that’s she’s getting comfortable with him.

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He's Right

I hope you like this! I made it hella suggestive at the end. Please let me know what you think! I just started this show Rio is literally my baby daddy but I'm only like four episodes in so I'm if it's too out of character.

Likes and reblogs are very appreciated!

Pairing: Rio (good girls) x shy! black! reader

Warnings: cheating, mentions of traumatic past, cursing, suggestiveness at the end, reader has a boyfriend

I need him in a way that isn't natural, I need him in my draws NOW.

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"Can I help you with anything sir?" Rio glanced up, his sharp eyes leaving the book he was examining.  The Lord of the Flies or some shit. He was sure he read it in school. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the woman standing before him. His eyes flicked to her neckline, seeing the star shaped necklace around her chest. That right there was perfect, telling him everything he needed to know about her relation to his target.

The woman was the younger sister of King Jericho. Otherwise known as some lame ass pimp who made the mistake of stealing from Rio. And no one steals from him and gets aways with it.

He still remembers how he was sitting with Marcus in a McDonald's drive through. Marcus was eating chicken nuggets, getting barbecue sauce and shit all over his mouth. Rio was telling him to take it easy, then he heard chiming. His phone rang, and Mick told him that their man went ghost. And when they couldn't find him, that meant they couldn't find Rio's money. And THAT was a problem.

So to make a long story short, Rio had to go the long way and go to his family. Mom sent him and Mick packing, dads dead. Only person left was his sister. And that led him to the gorgeous brown skinned woman before him.

"Of course you can, mama. I need help, I'm looking for King." His eyes scanned over her entire body, looking for something, anything, that could get him some help. Her brown eyes, and long eyelashes blinked at him but they didn't show fear or recognition. Instead she stared patiently waiting for him to continue. Nothing, time to try something else.

"Is that a series? Or an author? Do you know the genre?" Trying her best to do her job, he watched her reach into her side for her walkie talkie. So she didn't know about the King part, time to check if she knew about Jericho.

"Nah, it's none of that. I'm looking for Jericho." And there it was. The second the words left his voice in his usual charming manner her eyes filled with panic. Goosebumps appeared on her brown skin and one of her hands flew to her hair. He noticed for the first time that it must be a wig, black hair was in waves down her body and parted down her middle. For some reason her shiny hair was oddly enticing to him. Her teeth sunk into her plump, glossy lips and Rio's eyes flickered over them.

"Like...from the Bible?" Her soft voice was like music to his ears. If only that sentence wasn’t so stupid.

"...The Bible." He repeated while narrowing his eyes. Either he was being played for stupid,which was not a smart thing to do or she was stupid. He wanted to believe the woman he just found attractive even for a moment wasn’t an idiot. 

“Nah girl. I think you know what I’m talking about.” Placing the book that was still in his hands on the table behind him. Her chest was heaving quickly and she was clearly beginning to panic. Rio moved his eyes up to Mick, who was looking at a cookbook with Snoop Dogg on the cover. With a wave of his two fingers, Mick began to intercept her escape.

“I don't, I'm sorry. I don’t think I can help you, maybe you should check somewhere else.” Slowly turning on her heels, she walked head first into Mick. His solid chest stopped her, and nudged her glasses further up on her face. Stepping back she softly groaned and readjusted her lenses.

“Now, this looks like an interesting book. Can you tell me what it’s about?” Rio asked, sitting down and Mick led her to put her plump behind, that Rio noticed when he saw her through the shop's window. She nervously took a seat. While clenching and unclenching her hands on her skirt, Rio watched her with observant eyes. With a glance, he motioned to the book attempting to get her to tell him the truth. With a shaky breath one of her manicured hands reached for the book.

“It’s Lord of the Flies. It revolves around this group of British boys who are stranded on an uninhabited island and try to govern themselves. Things go bad really really fast.” Her brown eyes met him once more and he smirked. In response, she looked down at the table and snuck two looks at him.

“Oh nice nice, it got a nice ending n shit?” With a swift nod, he hummed. He kept his eyes trained on the golden star dangling from her chest, probably bought with Rio’s money.

“Alright, here’s the deal. Your brother’s a bitch. He stole from me and ran out, and I need to find him. And I need you to tell me where he is.” She swallowed thickly. 

“And who exactly would you be?” 

“My name ain’t important moma. Just know, I know you. I know your mom, I know your auntie and your grandma, I know your boyfriend too. You mom is vicious, she sent my ass packing and told me to try you next.” Her eyes got wider and wider with each sentence. He’d probably be shocked too if his own mom sold him out. Her brother had always been trouble for her. At least that’s what he gathered. She’s had to get him out of trouble more than once. Mostly out of trouble with men, going on dates and what not for his sake. No way they weren’t talking any more. 

“Look, I don’t know anything about my brother. I haven’t talked to him in like 3 years! I can’t help you. Whatever debt he’s got with you, I can’t settle it.” With a scoff and a sigh, Rio rolled his eyes lightly. Her eyes went wide at his laughter, her finger digging into her nails. She was afraid of him. He didn’t like that, but that brother of hers seems  to have gotten her involved with a lot over the past few years.

“Relax, ma I ain’t gonna hurt you. I just need you to tell me where he is.” Her head shook quickly, her hair flying around wildly. She was still denying contact.

“That’s a nice necklace. You enjoying 21?” Her face went stiff. Her mouth opened slightly to respond, her glossy lips parting. Then they shut quickly as he saw tears well up in her eyes. He was right. The necklace was sent to her apartment by her brother exactly one week ago for her 21st birthday.

“I can’t help you. I don’t know where he is, this didn’t have a return address. It came in an Amazon bag! I mean, if I could I’d help you but I can’t do anything for you gentlemen.” She was trembling in her seat, and two tears escaped her eyes. But if she could receive something from him, she could learn exactly where he was. And given he had no leads, he had to settle for asking her to find out for him. 

She was crying like he had threatened her, and he partially imagined what type of people she had been around to warrant a reaction like this.

“Look ma, I just need you to stop crying. Can you do that?” He asked and she nodded, wiping tears from her face.

“I can’t just let you go though. Your brother sent you something and I need you to find out where he sent it from. That’s it. Tell you what, put this book on hold for me. Imma be back tomorrow, with enough to pay for it. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I just need you to learn this for me.” He slid out of his seat, leaving the trembling woman there and she placed her face in her palms in dismay.

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“Shit! What the fuck Rio?! You just break into my fucking house, you couldn't give me a phone call?” Growled the woman in a  slightly drunken anger. She turned on the lights next to the door and kicked off her heeled shoes. His eyes looked up and down her curved figure and she glared at him. Rio let out a laugh and his head lolled back on his shoulders. He was sitting on the back of her couch, petting her black cat who purred gently. Rio already found out that her cat adored anyone who fed her. 

“Well yeah baby. We still haven’t found your punk ass brother.”  Her eyes rolled hard into her head, and she threw her purse down and came around to the couch. Plopping down on her couch, Rio looked over at her soft skin covered by her golden dress.

It had been about two months. Two months since Rio went into the bookstore she worked at. Two months after the third day he entered the shop and she informed him that she found him. Then when he got there and found Jericho skipped out once again. And from there, something about her kept Rio coming back to bother the shy woman. Except she wasn't what he thought at first.

The woman slouched on the couch right next to him was vulgar, loud and proud, abrasive and more. She cursed at him, cursed out the TV, cursed out her mother and grandmother and boyfriend. She cursed out Rio. She was perfect for him. She was nice to him, despite their off putting first meeting. She put him in his place when she felt he needed it. She wasn’t afraid to tell him to shut his goofy ass up in her exact words. But still, sometimes he’d look at her and she looked just about ready to fold for him. And Rio liked that shit.

Now in a golden mini dress that she wore, with body glitter all over her breast was enticing Rio. She smelt like a mix of vanilla and a bar. In truth, if she could find her brother for him he didn’t care anymore. He could find him on his own with the clues they found at his last known location. In fact, soon enough they’d get their final location. He just liked bothering her. And it wasn’t like she was even bothering to look for him anymore. Last he asked she told him to suck her dick, she wouldn’t be searching for shit. 

“What’s wrong baby, you have a shitty night?” He asked, taking one of his large hands and cupping her face. He noticed her thighs pressed together with intense pressure. A smirk came across his face, and ran a thumb over her stained lips. She leaned into his touch and he waited for his answer.

“My boyfriends being a cunt again.” She sighed and her cat jumped into her lap, patting his paws on her soft thighs. Rio wanted to do that too, boyfriend be damned.

“Oh yeah?” He asked his hand itching down to her neck and his pinky scraping over the chain of that star necklace. That same necklace that pushed them to meet. Her eyes stayed glued to his, as she glanced up at him with wide eyes.

“He’s going on about not trusting my friendship with you. Then he told me to get the fuck on, since I didnt want to dance at the club. He was like ‘oh you rather dance with that other nigga?’ and I was like  ‘he’s not a fucking pussy, he could probably dance better than you’ so he told me to fuck off and I left him and told him not to come home tonight. You’re the other nigga in question. The niggas trippin, he keep bitching about it. He says he knows you wanna fuck me. He’s being a bitch, it’s making me want to cheat on him.” Suddenly he smirked at her. She raised an eyebrow, still feeling the heat of his hand on her throat and rubbing her thighs together.

“And what if I told you he was right?” His hand was now lightly around her throat, and he brushed pieces of her curly afro out of her face with his free hand. Slowly she began to process his words. Then a wicked smile crossed her face and she licked her lips.

“You should do something about that then.” Her voice now low and seductive, as he saw sparks of mischief in her eyes. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her soft ones. They pulled away for a moment and he lightly squeezed her throat harder. Licking his lips, he tasted the liquor and her strawberry lipgloss.

“I’m about to show you what else I’m better than his ass at.”

[igotlovestruck]

DRESS | JD14

wherein singer!y/n shocks her fans when she reveals her relationship with a person her fans obviously didn’t expect, f2 driver, jack doohan.

↳ TYPE: ig au

↳ PAIRING: jack doohan x singer!reader (face claim: aespa’s karina)

↳ DETAILS AND WARNINGS: fluff/romance

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTE: some drafts i’ve written/made, just needed to clean up the drafts. there’s more but i’ll edit them first before i post em! enjoy ❤️

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

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yourusername last moments with my black hair 🥹 any guesses which color i’m choosing? (it’s my first time dyeing my hair i’m nervous 😓)

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yourbffsig i think you’ll look good without hair :D

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yourbffsig KIDDING!! love youu 😌

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user omg queen!! what if you go blonde 🥺

user i can’t see her going blonde though, it’s a bad idea 😩 purple would look good!

user the day y/n dyes her hair is the day i go insane.

user no because she literally has one of the healthiest hair i’ve ever seen and now she’s planning on dyeing it 😭 what if the hairdresser sabotages her hair and she ends up bald

user GIRL WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF HER GOING BALD IM CRYINGF

user maam what if you bleach your hair 😌

user STFU FONT GIVE HER IDEAS IM GONNA BAWL

57 weeks ago

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jackdoohan happy to come away from the #spanishgp with a p2 and most importantly solid championship points, let’s keep it rolling into monaco next weekend! #f2

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user still can’t believe you cut off your hair 😭 i’m still mourning over it, jack.

user congrats mate! 👏🏻

user 🔥🔥

56 weeks ago

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yn.updates y/n seen today in barcelona with a bleached hair 🎀 sources said she came with her best friend to watch both f1 and f2 races!

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user sometimes i forget her best friend is literally a nepo baby, a fia nepo baby to be exact

user huh what

user yeah lol her dad’s one of the board of directors of fia! she was often seen in the paddock when she was young and i think she’s close with mick as there’re some pictures of them both in and out of the paddock!

user WHATTTTT

user WHERE TF IS THAT GIRL WHO SAID Y/N GOING BLONDE IS NOT A GOOD IDEA

user i apologize 😔

user ok but like whats the reason behind her bleaching her hair 🤨

56 weeks ago

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yourusername 22 coming your way 😉

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user WHAT.

user OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG Y/N ALBUM!!!!!!

user OOOOO SHE LOOKIN GOOD 👀

user WHAT THE FUCK IS JACK DOOHAN DOING IN HER LIKES !!!!

user it’s so random pls

user 😭 icb it’s a canon event lmfao

user i think it’s because they met(?) each other in barcelona! i think her bff introduced them to each other 😄

user why haven’t i heard that y/n went to the gp 😧 i was literally there

user she went there for a music video filming i think, she just went to the race during her break she said it during one of her ig lives hahaha

51 weeks ago

[ T I M E S K I P ; A YEAR LATER ]

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yourusername it’s been a little over a year since 22 was released! as you all know, i’ve written my first full album last 2022 and it has a special place in my heart, as the title song tells the story about being young and carefree ❤️ thank you all so much for all the love you’ve given 22 ✨ as a thank you, i’ve released a new song titled DRESS, which is now available to all streaming platforms!

i’d like to express my deepest gratitude to my label, my manager, my friends, my family and last but not least, my muse–the reason behind this piece, jackdoohan 🤍 this is for you, my jacko!! happy anniversary to us, my racer <3

enjoy the surprise song, everyone! sending you all love, xo.

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user y/n??? jack??? what???

user WHY NOW WHEN I’M ALREADY COMFY IN BED!!!

user y/n, when was this???

user im so confused rn

user I AM IN CONFUSION, EXPLAIN, Y/N, EXPLAIN!!!!!

user can jack fight tho 🤨

user NOT ME LOSING Y/N TO JACK DOOHAN 💔💔

user this wasnt on my bingo card this year

yourbffsig congratulations lovie!! happy for you and jack 🥰 thank me yall hahaha happy anniversary and stay in love!! 🤍✨

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mickschumacher loved the song, y/n!! happy for both of you 🤍

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jackdoohan happy anniversary, angel 🤍 i love you and all the songs and poems you’ve written for me 😍

yourusername love you soooo much, jacko 💞

user SONGS?!?!?! THERE’S MORE?!?!?

yourusername will be released soon 🤫

user WHAT THE HECK!!!

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jackdoohan so amazed to see you on stage tonight, beautiful. you looked absolutely stunning and happy doing what you love. congratulations on your first concert, i love you ❤️

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yourusername crying!! you really surprised me when i saw you in the crowd 🥺 i almost didn’t finish the song and was thinking of running straight to you!!

yourusername the flowers are pretty btw!! 😍

jackdoohan just like you ;)

yourusername OH??

mickschumacher there are children on this app.

yourbffsig tell them to go away, let these two be in love!!

user oh idk which one i wanna be...do i wanna be jack or do i wanna be y/n

user he came right after his race yall, and on her concert’s first night. if he wants to, he would.

user damn it, when will i be in love... GOD I SEE WHAT YOU DO TO OTHERS ?! WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN !!

user the hand placement yall :( hand fucking placement!!!!

user jack is SOOOO in love 🥺

user “you looked absolutely stunning and happy doing what you love” haha guess who will sleep on the highway tonight haha

user you 🤝 me

[paddockbunny]

“Cherry flavour?”

Summary : Just a quick little bit of Fluff for Mercedes Mick (he’s got a seat and is a Merc driver in this one, just go with it 💋) Rating : 16 Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader Word Count : 954 - blurb/oneshot Trigger Warnings : None - pure fluff! Authors Note : Mick is a full Merc driver in this 🥰

The heat was killing you. You liked the sun and lived for the warm sunny days in Monaco that would result in your skin getting a beautiful sun kissed glow but here, in Mexico, the heat from the sun was unrelenting and it was killing you. So when Gina came walking back to the Mercedes hospitality area - where you were sitting in the shade with Corinna fanning yourself with your VIP pass - carrying two large cups with straws sticking out you were instantly curious.

“Cherry or Strawberry?” She asked as soon as she approached and you waited till she placed the cups down on the table before you got you to see what she was referring too.

Slushies.

The beautifully shaved, crushed ice was a very welcome addition to the now air temperature water sitting before you in a plastic bottle. “Cherry please. You’re incredible!” You smiled broadly. “Where did you get these?” “A girl has her secrets” Gina laughed while touching the side of her nose. You had seen a few of the dark green shirts of the Aston Martin staff walking around with the same style of cups and wondered how in the hell Gina managed to talk her way inside of AM hospitality to nab two of the frozen drinks without getting caught. But you turned your attention quickly to the slurpee melting quickly in the hot humid Mexican air. You picked up the cup and sucked the cherry flavoured cooling drink up through the straw.

Heaven.

Corinna laughed at how you and Gina looked like little kids and said it reminded her of when they went on vacations when Gina and Mick were little. She shared that Mick always got a blue raspberry one and his dad would joke that his tongue would fall off as it went through spectrums of blue after being dyed by the food colouring. And as you laughed about gullible little Mick believing him he came popping up behind you all as if out of nowhere. His race suit hung low around his waist, his black fireproof stuck tight to his skin and he had a white little towel around his neck to mop up any sweat from being so damn hot. You couldn’t help but eye him up and down and maybe it was just because of you feeling all hot from heat but you wanted to jump him right then and there because how fucking good he looked. He asked something which you missed because you were enjoying the view too much - and drowning yourself in cherry flavoured slush - and only snapped back when he looked down at you directly.

Fuck, you were so God damn lucky.

And as someone shouted on him you all realised he couldn’t stay for long. He only came over for a five minute break. Get out of the glaring sun and catch up with his family for a few moments of normality. He had to go rush into a meeting to discuss the feedback from FP3 before Quali later on to try get as far up the grid as possible. They were predicting a P5 or P6 from him based on his practice times which was roughly where he spent most of the season qualifying. Mick tried everything to improve and try get on pole all year but between the Ferarri’s and the Red Bull’s, Mercedes were quite a bit slower and the work had to be done in the race not before it. He glanced over his shoulder toward a few of the Merc people gathered a few meters away and Corinna gently told him he better go. She was so supportive and you knew how much Mick loved having her here at race weekends.

And then you looked up at him again and you saw a familiar cheeky glint in his eye. You knew it too well and you had no time to prepare or react when Mick suddenly ducked down and placed a very strong, firm kiss against your lips. He had to have picked up on how you were staring at him or maybe he saw the up and down eyeing up you had done when he first came over. Whichever it was, you didn’t care and kissed him back. It was only when Gina made a jokingly fake sick sound that he tore his mouth from yours.

“Cherry flavour?” He asked and for a moment you were totally lost at what he meant until across his lips a devilish little smirk appeared. And then, in a blink and you’ll miss it pace, Mick was off. He had jumped down the steps of the hospitality area you and his family were sitting in and it didn’t dawn on you what he had done until he turned around cockily to look at you. In his hand was the cup you had just had in yours and suddenly it twigged on you that he had swiped your frozen drink from your grasp as he had been kissing you and was now gulping it down through the straw. Kissing you was a mere distraction technique and it worked.

“Mick!” You yelled after him and just as he was getting further and further away you could see him chuckling. He had been so quick you didn’t have time to react and you were so close to pouting like a toddler at the loss of your cooling drink.

“Cherry is his second favourite flavour.” Corinna burst out laughing and you rolled your eyes. “He’s a such a child.” You added and finally did jokingly pout at his behaviour - even though you could think of plenty of ways to punish him later, when you were both alone, in bed.

[daydreamingleclerc]

summertime; mick schumacher

mick and his girlfriend take summer break very seriously when they go on holiday with his fellow drivers.

includes; suggestive content, plus size!reader, bisexual!reader (mentioned), mick & pierre besties. pictures are NOT mine. all found on pinterest.

yn ✔️

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yn mickschumacher don’t keep me waiting x

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mickschumacher the only thing that will be waiting tonight will be the restaurant because 👀

yn hurry up and finish at the gym then, baby

pierregasly don’t you dare cancel on dinner just because you and mick want to fuck.

yn we won’t cancel! we’ll just miss the starters?

pierregasly i cant fucking stand you two

ynandmickslovechild oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

landonorris the toilet roll on the bin really makes this picture

yn i have my tits out and THAT’S what you’re focusing on? lando lando lando

landonorris you’re dating mick ! i’m being a respectful gentleman

lewishamilton i’m not 👀

hamiltonslewis oh my good god mick is your girlfriend single

yn she wishes x

mickschumacher you what??

itselenaberri YN WOW

yn thanks baby <3

mickschumacher ✔️

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mickschumacher summer holiday mode with my girl 🤍

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ginaschumacher have fun you two! 🤍

mickschumacher thanks gina! 🙏🏼

yn i wonder why you posted this one…

mickschumacher 🤔🤔 hm i have no idea

yn liar liar pants on fire.

mickandyn “my girl” 🥹🥹🥹🥹

pierregasly if you two are gonna be at it like rabbits i’d rather know now because i’m traumatized after that plane journey

yn should’ve knocked x

estebanocon no funny business please 🙏🏼

landonorris we have more of a chance of pigs sprouting wings and flying

yn ✔️

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yn it’s a good night when this dress comes out😍

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mickschumacher it’s definitely going to be a good night for me 🥵

mickschumacher god. your ass is fucking massive

yn words of affirmation, your love language 😍

ginaschumacher can u not just say she’s pretty and move on.

mickschumacher no.

schumisgirlfriend idk what mick sees in you

yn i could tell you… but instagram would block me. stay humble queen x

hamiltonsricciardo mick saw yn in that dress and let his intrusive thoughts win. and i do Not blame him. i am no better than a man.

corinnaschumacher yn!! you are beautiful, this dress is gorgeous 🥳 make sure my mick treats you right tonight!!

yn thanks corinna🥹

mickschumacher i’ll treat her real nice mama don’t worry about a thing ❤️

mickschumacher ✔️

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mickschumacher great view 😍

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yn my personal photographer 🤍

mickschumacher with his own personal stash😉

yn the one time i tried to be romantic.

corinnaschumacher so beautiful!! 😍😍😍😍

micksangels he’s literally a yn fan account 🥹

yn he knows his place that’s why <3

estebanocon i beg of you to both just calm down please

mickschumacher no

yn ✔️

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yn cheesin’ 😍

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mickschumacher i love you more than life

yn i know 😌

georgerussell63 oh. this is a very nice post

yn wish i could say the same about yours u dirty slut put ur muscles away x

hamiltonsangel yn i owe you my LIFE thank you for taking this picture

yn you’re so welcome bestie i’m so glad i could provide for u <3

landonorris why’s mick’s shirt blacked out

yn bc he had a pic of my tits on it

landonorris ffs

yn you walk into these situations lando it’s really not my fault

jackdoohan thank god you cut his meat grabbers out of the picture

yn MEAT GRABBERS HAHAHAHAHAH

yn you’re not wrong tho

mickschumacher are my toes really that bad

jackdoohan ……

mickieschumacher get someone the way mick looks at yn 😻

yn ✔️

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yn full of cocktails but wishing i was full of something else 🤔 mickschumacher i’m waiting…

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mickschumacher are you wearing any underwear?

yn i’ll let you work that one out x

mickschumacher check your messages.

pierregasly well… i’d have cancelled our plans too if i was mick

mickschumacher fuck you you’ve got your own

georgerussell63 fucking hell you’re insufferable when you’re drunk

yn i love it when you talk dirty x

landonorris i hope you mean full of food 😡

yn well… technically my mouth would be full..

landonorris how do i delete my eyes 😄

lewishamilton 👀

mickschumacher back off, lewis. she’s my girl, find your own.

yn 😻😻🤭

mickschumacher ✔️

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mickschumacher soaking up the moments like this 🤍

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landonorris have you finally recovered from last nights post from yn, thought you were dead

mickschumacher you should ask yn, not me 😌

landonorris why is it always me

danielslando ANGIEEEEEEEEEEE

yn my babies 🤍 love you more than life

mickschumacher we love you too ❤️

ginaschumacher 🥹🥹🥹 you’re the cutest

pierregasly photo credits jeeeeeez

mickschumacher no

mercedeschumacher yn and francisca being close and simultaneously bringing together mick and pierre is my favourite thing out of this whole relationship

yn join the club xx

yn ✔️

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yn told you guys, he’s a beefcake now cause he carries my fat ass around. gonna miss you when you have to go and race again ☹️

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mickschumacher i wouldn’t ever want to carry anybody else 🤍

yn and i wouldn’t ever want to clean up after anybody else 😌

mickschumacher just say you love me ☹️

yn i love you x

corinnaschumacher such a beautiful picture of you two! can’t wait for you to come home 🥳

yn we can’t wait to see you either, corinna!

danielricciardo thanks for the photo credits 😕

pierregasly sucks doesn’t it

lewisandmick still don’t understand why mick’s into fat girls like u

yn fit* girls, ur autocorrect is fried x

estebanocon you two haven’t had any noise complaints for a while… is everything okay?

yn you’ll need earplugs tonight, micks feral x

mickschumacher 😳🫣

[ohtobeleah]

Eeep!! Yes! So excited for an Iris update! We’ve been waiting!

Let’s call this the mid season kick starter shall we? It’s been a hot minute but let’s get back into this series.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Jake Seresin x Younger F!reader. High tensions. Self doubting reader.

-> Read the rest of I.R.I.S here

There’s a lot of things that rattle around in Mickey Garcia's head during the day. He sometimes catches himself thinking about if he checked the expiration date on his milk before he made his morning coffee. Sometimes he catches himself thinking that he should call his Abuela on his lunch hour just to check in. There’s times where he finds himself daydreaming about being off on vacation and not teaching a class on weapons systems malfunctions, specifically deadeyes and how to combat them in a mid air raid. 

He can usually reel in his mind when it starts to wander off. But the thought of Jake and you being a couple had him so distracted that it’s Bob's voice that’s breaking through the haze of incredibly concerning R rated imagery that’s been clogging Fanboys imagination for the better half of ten minutes. Nothing else seems to break the trance. 

“You okay Mick? You’ve been grading the same paper for like ten minutes.” Bob asked quietly as they sat in the rec room. Grading the last of the papers they’d been assigned to go over. “You look a little green around the grills.” Mickey doesn’t hesitate to ask his best friend if he knew what was going on. Fanboy didn’t ask to be subjected to this kind of abuse. He didn’t wanna fucking know about Jake Seresins latest conquest and he surely didn’t want to know it was Pete Mitchell’s only daughter. 

“Did you know that Hangman was seeing someone?” Two fucking days. “Y/n.” That’s how long Mickey Garcia kept the secret that Rooster had accidentally let slip. Bob's eyes lit up like he’d just been told the world's most unbelievable story. “Like, that’s not supposed to happen right? Jake doesn’t do commitment.” Bob felt like he’d entered a paradox where Jake Seresin was capable of love, but then he remained that you were who you were. 

“Fuck!” Bob didn’t want to intrude, he really didn’t. “Jake!” But he needed to change his undershirt something chronic. It was the hottest day on record by far and Bob had been up flying with the new recruits all morning. The ones who flew with back seaters that was. Turns out? The closer you get to the sun in a multimillion dollar tin bird the hotter it gets and Bob was not dealing with it. At all. 

“Oh my god you feel so fucking good—“ Bob couldn’t see it, which was probably a good thing, but Jake had your legs wrapped around his very naked, very wet hips as he fucked you against the rules of one of the few showers in the men’s line clears room. “So fucking good for me aren’t you?” 

“I’m gonna be sick—“ Bob mumbled to himself as he shook his head and took his shirt off. He peeled the black cotton T up over his head and threw it into his locker with a huff. Here he was, slaving away in the damn heat all the while Hangman was getting his dick wet with some unknown tail. “Hey! Hangman! Get the hell out here before I report you for misconduct!” 

Jake stilled himself inside you, god he was so close. But as you looked at him with lustful, seductive eyes that had a chokehold on his ability to think rationally—he cupped a large slightly rough palm over your mouth so he knew for sure you couldn’t try anything. 

“You wouldn’t?” Jake countered Bob's threat as he slowly but surely rocked himself deep inside you. 

“Try me—“ Bob hissed as he changed out his undershirt. “I’ve been busted my ass all morning and you're in here with some girl busting a nut?” Silence fell in the men’s locker room as Bob and Jake fell into a standoff. All that could be heard was the running water gushing from the shower head. Bob broke the silence with another threat. “I’m about five seconds away from peering over the top of the door to see who’s decided you’re worth catching a venereal disease from.” 

Again, silence fell in the locker room as Hake slipped out of you and placed you down. He made sure your feet were steady on the ground before he let you go, before he took his hand away from your mouth and pinched your hardened nipples. 

“I’m clean!” Jake shouted as you let out a small audible moan that made Jake's cock twitch with need and desire. “And that’s a little perverted of you Floyd.” 

“Shocking.” Bob couldn’t help but to roll his eyes. “Hurry up, before I change my mind!” Jake planted one final kiss upon your lips before he was leaving you in the shower stall with a towel wrapped low on his hips. 

“Jake doesn’t do love Mick.” Bob wanted to throw up at the thought of it being you in the shower. “But apparently does Captains daughters just for the thrill of it.” 

“Who does captain's daughters?” Phoenix made her presence known as she flopped down on the nearby couch. Her and Rooster were just coming in from a hop. The look on Bradleys face told her everything she needed to know, there was gossip and gossip would be shared because she didn’t know about it. “Oh my god, spill the beans—“ Fanboy and Bob are tight lipped as they go back to grading papers. Rooster chooses to look anywhere but a Phoenix as she begins her investigation. “Who’s doing Mavs daughter?” 

“No one!” Bradley tries to steer Phoenix away from Jake’s trail. He’s in too deep to watch this all collapse now. 

“Is it Rebound?” When Phoenix started throwing callsigns up and into the wind it had Mickey bursting at the seams. He can’t keep a secret to save his soul. It was actually quite shocking he hasn’t been pulled for a disciplinary hearing this far along in his career. His Abuela definitely knew about a handful of highly classified documents. “Krod?” 

“It’s Hangman—“ Silence had never been so loud before as Phoenix turned to Fanboy with a glare so full of concern it made his stomach ache. Bradley had, in that very moment, already begun planning his funeral. This couldn’t get any worse. “It’s Jake, he’s apparently dating Iris.” 

“Says who!” Natasha’s eyes were wide and full of an inability to believe this wasn’t some kind of cheese nightmare. “Who would start such a ridiculous rumour Mickey?” Rooster tried to hightail it out of the rec room before Mickey could throw him under the bus, but it was to no avail. Fanboy was saying his name faster than Phoenix could turn around and grab at his flight suit. Which she aultimanty did. 

“Rooster—“ 

“It’s not a rumour!” That was all Bradley’s defense relied upon. The fact that none of this was a rumour. That you and Jake were actually grounded in facts. “They’ve been messing around since the weekend before the new recruits started!” If there was one person Bradley Bradshaw was scared of besides Maverick when he found out just who’d been doing his daughter, it was Natasha Trance. She was a no bullshit type. And this? This was all a bunch of bullshit, wasn’t it. “I swear!” 

“Bradshaw, Hangmans a hell of a lot of things but he wouldn’t do that?” The rec room fell silent, who was Phoenix trying to kid? She’d known Jake Seresin for as long as she’d been in the Navy and his moral code fluctuated between semi realistic to none existent any given day of the week. “Would he?” 

“He would and he is and they’re together Nix.” Bradley ran the palms of his hands down his exhausted face. “But I’m glad you have to share this burdening secret too.” 

“Where is he?” Bradley knew exactly where Jake was. He was off with you, in secret, because that’s all Jake did these days—he just hid away with his burdening secret as the hands of inevitability slowly wrapped around his neck. “Bradshaw where, is, he?” 

“He’s with Iris—“ 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

All the while Natasha was losing her mind of the new revelations that had come to light about Hangman's newest conquest, you and Jake could be found in the back seat of Jake F-150. Eating your lunch in the peaceful tranquillity of your small little bubble. 

“What’s your favourite movie?” Jakes asking through a mouthful of his sandwich he brought from home. Turkey and Swiss, simple with a little mayonnaise for moisture. He watches the way you mull his question over carefully from beside him. 

“Dodgeball—“ Something about this feels so different than what the two of you normally get up to. “With Ben Stiller and Vince Vaughn.” Usually by now you and Jake would have torn off articles of each other’s clothing and been sucking on each other tongues. “Or maybe it’s a tie with Benchwarmers.” But this felt more intimate than anything the two of you had ever done. “David Spade is my dad’s favourite actor so I grew up watching a lot of his stuff.” Right now there was no one else on earth, it was just you and Jake and your lunches. 

“Huh—“ Jake chuckled softly to himself as he took in your honest answers. “I thought you would have been more of a mission impossible type of person.” Jake never would have picked you for a comedy lover all things considered. You were a force to be reckoned with. 

“What about you?” You and Jake had gone exclusive, you weren’t fucking anyone else and he sure as hell wasn’t entertaining anyone who wasn’t Pete Mitchell’s incredibly seductive daughter—who, quiet frankly, would be the death of him. “What’s your favourite movie? Lieutenant Commander Seresin.” Jake's cock twitched in his boxer briefs at the way you said his name. You knew you had a power over him. “What’s wrong?” It was your favourite game to play, to see how hard you could get Jake before he broke. 

“Rain Man—“ Jake shook his head as he tried his best to will away the x-rated images of you naked in his bed as you looked at him with lustful eyes. “That’s my favourite movie.” He tried to not give into the temptation that was you and all your temptress ways. 

“And what about your favourite colour?” You asked innocently enough as you moved a little closer to where Jake sat, nudging his knee with yours. “Blue? Green?” 

“Whatever colour your eyes are at any time of the day.” Jake saw black and blue that your eyes changed with emotion. That they changed in any given light, under the stars, in the sky behind your visor, underneath him when he had you quivering. He loved your eyes. Your eyes were the windows that guarded your soul. A misguided and misunderstood soul that was forever living in the shadow of her father. 

“Friday night in or out?” You tried to hide the way Jake's unashamed flirting affected you but it was all too hard to keep under wraps when he had you grinning ear to ear with a heart that was pounding against your chest. 

“I’m inclined to say in—“ Jake's eyes scanned you up and down as he watched you move up onto his lap. You’d gone from sitting casually beside him enjoying your lunch together to straddling his waist. “More specifically in you, but I do enjoy a Friday night out.” You could feel how hard Jake was, his slacks didn’t do much to hide the fact. “When’s it’s my turn to ask a question again?” Jake asked as you raked your fingers through his hair. Scratching softly at his scalp the way you already knew he liked. 

“Ask away Lieutenant Commander—“ You near moaned as you rocked your hips down against Jake's hardened length. His hands flew to your flight suit clad hips. Stilling you before you could be anymore of a fucking tease. 

“Have you ever lost an hour of sleep in your life?” Jake's eyes darkened as lust bubbled away inside his chest. Your answer was nearly too quick for even him. It took his breath away for a second. 

“Many baby—and I’m prepared to lose a few more with you—“ You teased as you leaned in to take Jake's lips hostage with your own in a feverish kiss. “Fuck I want you.” 

“Stay over tonight?” Jake spoke with intent into your mouth as his tongue danced with yours. Your hands fumbled at the buttons of his tan service shirt, slowly but surely undoing them one by one to expose his chest. Littered with chest hair that made you feral. 

“I want you now, can’t wait—“ Oh no. This was risky. Jake turned his head to the left to look out the window. His car was parked at the back of staff parking. There wasn’t a soul in sight. His windows were tinted just slightly but not enough to hide an identity. “Jake—“ 

“We shouldn’t—“ It barely came out as you kissed up and down the juncture of Jake's exposed neck. He was still looking around the car park to see if anyone was nearby. “Iris.” 

“I have a hop after lunch with dad.” You began to explain as you sucked very noticeable, very sexual marking into Jake's supple neck. “Wouldn’t it be so hot if I was dripping your cum out of my freshly fucked pussy all the while Mav tries his best to keep me in check?” 

“Ohh fuck—“ You we’re going to be the death of Jake Seresin. “You’re gonna send me straight to hell, aren’t you baby?” Jake finally gave in as he turned to take your lips hostage again in a lustful needy kiss. “Gotta be quick though.” 

“I only need a few minutes.” You teased through a giddy smirk that told Jake he was in for it. You worked quickly to rid yourself of your flight suit, balling it up before you haphazardly threw it into the passenger seat of Jake truck. “And yeah, the minute you spilled that drink on me your ticket to hell was signed, sealed and delivered.” 

It didn’t take long before you were sinking low onto Jake's thick, throbbing cock. His hands were working to guide you up and down his length as you rode him the best you could in the backseat of his truck. 

“Oh fuck you feel so good—“ Pure ecstasy, that’s what Jake felt whenever he was inside you. So tight, so warm, so wet, so perfect. “Ahhh—fuck Iris.” 

It was true, your callsign had been given to you because you were just one of those people who needed supervision at all times. But the more Jake hung around with you, the more he snuck around with you behind everyone’s backs, behind your fathers back? It was beginning to look like you’d become an expert at evading that ever so important supervision. Because here you were, fucking Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin like he was your personal play thing in the backseat of his truck like there wasn’t a single consequence to your actions. 

“Want you to cum inside me.” You moaned as you leaned forward to rest your forehead on Jake’s broad shoulder. “Fill me up so I can make a mess, walk around for the rest of the day full of you.” 

“You’ve got daddy issues—“ Jake groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and planted his feet firmly on the floor. Complying with your request. “You know that right?” 

“You’re gonna have daddy issues when he finds out your fucking his little girl, filling her with your cum, treating her like a little fuck toy.” You battered your eyes and sent Jake an oh so innocent look as he fucked up deep inside you. It didn’t take long at all for you to crack and change the expression on your face to more appropriately convey the utter euphoria you were experiencing. “Ahhhhh fuck yes you feel so fucking good!” 

“Do I?” Jake asked through a groan. “Do I feel good fucking you?”

“So good! I need to cum, make me cum! Please—“ In the heat of the moment, neither of you saw an irate Phoenix bounding over towards Jake's slightly rocking F-180 series with a soon to be skinned alive Bradley Bradshaw trailing behind her. 

“Nix! Just—slow down for a minute!” Bradley tried to get Natasha off Jake's back but his efforts had been to no avail. She wasn’t okay with this. This wasn’t morally correct, wasn’t remotely right. You were Mavs' daughter. His only daughter. 

“He’s in  there with her isn’t he?” Phoenix asked as she approached Jake's car close enough to see the outline of two people clearly getting it on. The sun was beaming in at just the right angle to blind her from seeing you clearly. “He’s got to be fucking insane!” 

“It’s Hangman Tash! Why does any of this surprise you in any way!” Rooster tried to once again aid in Jake's defence. “He’s never had a moral code.” Just as Bradley finished his sentence Phoenix was reaching out to pull open the door. “No! No, don't do that!—“ It was too late. 

There you were, exposed and just about to reach your peak when all of a sudden the door was being torn off its hinges. There she stood, Natasha Phoenix Trance, staring at you like you were some sort of succubus. 

“Lieutenant Mitchell I’m going to give you to the count of five to get out of the truck and change back into your uniform.” 

“Phoenix!” Jake gasped as you scurried off of Jake's lap. He worked just as quickly to tuck himself back into his slacks as Rooster looked up to the sky above, he didn’t need to see this. “What the hell are you doing!?” 

“What the hell am I doing?” Phoenix replied. “What the hell are you doing Jake, Jesus fucking Christ she’s half you’d god damn age!” 

“I actually don’t think it’s that big of an age gap.” Rooster was trying his best to keep this whole situation from imploding before his very eyes. He wasn’t doing a very good job. 

“She’s Mavs daughter!” Phoenix squared her shoulders as Jake got out of his truck and shut the door behind him, leaving you since to get dressed in some privacy. “Are you insane!?” 

“She's not just Mavs daughter to me!” Jake explained as rage bubbled to the surface, he was so pissed. “She’s Iris, she’s her own person.” 

“Jake—“ Phoenix sighed in utter disbelief. “You have done a hell of a lot of stupid shit in the time I’ve known you, but this? Messing around with Pete’s daughter has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” You couldn't deny that Phoenix wasn’t right as you zipped up your flight suit and sat just to listen to the fight happening outside the door. “She’s your student! You can’t take advantage of her like this! Have you ever stopped to think about what would happen if Mav found out?” 

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” Jake replied sternly as he looked at Rooster who tried to not look so guilty. “Who the fuck else knows Bradshaw?” 

“Bob and Fanboy.” 

“The WSO’s!” Jake sighed as he held the bridge of his nose and placed a hand on his hip. “Jesus Christ—“ You couldn’t help but to feel like this was your fault, the tension between Jake and his colleagues and friends. 

“You need to pull your head out of your own ass and stop whatever you think this is Jake.” Phoenix sighed. “You could lose everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve because of her.” Phoenix was right, you knew she was. There was a pain in your chest you’d never experienced before as you held back tears. The same eyes that had just been looking at Jake with lust and want were now murky with guilt and heartbreak. 

It’s always just fun and games until someone gets hurt. 

“You don’t know that.” Jake tried to defend his actions. “Look, I’m not just messing around with her.” It was time to fess up. “I actually really like—“

“Don’t.” Phoenix interrupted. “Don’t say you’re in love with her because that would make me sick, she’s a kid!” 

“She’s not.” Bradley cringed. “She’s not a kid Tash, she's an adult, come on, this isn’t that big of a deal when you look at it from all the angels.” 

“You’re just trying to save yourself from the blowout of what Mavs gonna do when he finds out!” Phoenix snapped at Rooster. He didn’t have anything else to say as he pressed his lips together in a tight line. 

“I’m serious about her.” Jake ended his argument at that. “You don’t understand that? That’s not my problem Natasha.” Jake turned on his heels as he opened the door of his truck. “C’mon Iris, let’s—Iris?” 

You’d snuck out the other side around the part of the argument where Phoenix, well within her own right as a concerned friend, brought up the fact you were Mavs daughter. Around the time she had asked if Jake had stopped to think about the repercussions of his actions. 

“Y/n?” Jake looked around the cap and saw the slightly ajar door. You were gone. “For fuck sake.” This was all your fault. You weren’t good enough for Jake and you knew that. You knew that the two of you would never really work and yet here you were, rushing back to the locker room before anyone could see you burn in. 

But you just couldn’t catch a break. 

“Holy shit what happened to you?” Rebound asked as he saw you making your way through the corridor. 

“Just finished fucking your mother, she said to tell you that you’re gonna have to change your diaper soon—“ You were  immediately on the defense as he walked beside you. Doing his best to keep up as you fixed your hair and wiped your face clean of the few tears you’d begun to shed. “Seriously, it's been three days.” 

“Are you gonna be good for our flight course?” He asked as you pushed the doors open to the female change room. Gender was an artificial construct apparently because Rebound pained no mind to the little back symbol on the door. “Because I’m stuck with you and your shitty attitude so you better not cost me any seconds on that timer.” 

“The only thing that’s gonna cost you time, Coen, is the fact you can’t fly for shit.” 

“Guess we’ll just have to see about that huh?” Rebound pressed his tongue inside the side of his cheek and he crossed his arms across his chest and stood tall, watching as you fixed yourself up over the sink. Splashing water in your face. “Don’t think I don’t know how you wheeled your way back into the program.” He scoffed, you tried your best to ignore the trajectory this was going. But if history were to repeat itself it would be right about now. “Must be nice having dear old dad around to boost your ego and blow smoke up that pretty little ass of yours.” 

“Is that really all you think of me?” You snapped. “That I’m just some Nepo baby that’s never worked hard a day in her life?” You asked as you stalked over to where Rebound stood. He was about to cop what you couldn’t say to Phoenix without being reported to the admirals. “Or do I just intimidate you so much that that’s what you have to tell yourself I am so that fact I’m ten times better than you at everything I do? strings a little fucking less?” 

“Don’t fuck with me Iris because it’ll be the last thing you do.” Coen Rebound Rhodes was built like a shit brick house. He was rugged and broad and six foot something. Yet his structure didn’t scare you. Not for a second. 

“I only fuck with people I envy—“ You snarled. “And there isn’t an ounce of you or your pathetic fucking waist of military funding ass that I envy.” Rebound could still see the hurt in your eyes, the tears that threatened to spill. He’d never seen you so angry before, so hurt. This wasn’t even about him. “So get off my dick and focus on how you’re gonna have my back up there so we can get this TopGun bullshit over and done with.” 

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By the time Jake had finally managed to find you after you’d snuck out of his truck, a full hour had already passed. He was back in his office—pacing back and forth putting tracks in his carpet because he was so out of his mind worrying about you. 

“They have a hop in forty five—“ Bradley reminded Jake as he sat in one of the chairs near Jake's Desk. “She’ll turn up eventually.” 

“I’m worried about her—“ 

“It’s Iris we’re talking about here, not much seems to phase her.” What Bradley didn’t know was that something did phase you, something big. Jake knew you hated being compared to your dad. He knew it really got in your head when people made it abundantly clear who they thought you were. 

Just Mavs daughter wasn’t good enough for you, but it sure as hell played on your mind. 

“Phoenix was a little outta line, but she’s only looking out for you man.” Bradley sighed, he didn’t know what his role in all of this was supposed to be. “Someone has to, because I’m starting to think you don’t have a fucking clue what you’re doing.” Jake was too busy looking out the little window in his door to be listening to whatever Rooster was saying. And it was a good thing he was too because there you were, walking down the corridor with your helmet in hand. 

Jake opened his door without a second of hesitation and stepped out into the hall. He noticed the way you froze like you weren’t sure if he was going to yell at you or barrel you over in a hug so forceful it would send you to the ground. 

“Iris, can I see you for a minute?” It sounded more professional than personal and you knew it was because Mayhem was just rounding the corner. 

“Sure can, Lieutenant Commander.” You smiled as you entered the room and rolled your eyes as soon as you saw Bradley. The second the door was closed you let him have it. “You been running your fucking mouth to everyone about us or?” 

“Hey! Don’t get snarky with me. I've been putting out fires on your behalf since you got here!” 

“Enough—“ Jake sighed as he came to stand before you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and watched as you looked up at him. “You okay?” 

“Just peachy.” You forced a smile. “I have a hop with Rebound, need to get to pre-flight checks.” It was obvious you were trying to run, so Jake kept you still with his hands on your shoulders. “I’m fine.” You wanted to wait until after work to do it, but Jake wouldn’t let up. 

“I don’t believe you.” Jake countered as he tried to read your face, something was brewing behind those eyes he loved so dearly. “I’m sorry about what happened before, I’ll talk to Phoenix and—“ So you just ripped the Band-Aid off as quickly and as efficiently as you could. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if we keep doing whatever this is.” You interrupted and Bradley’s jaw hit the ground. That was the most sense he’d heard all day. “Phoenix was right, I’m not good for you or your career Jake.” 

“Y/n—?” Jake thought he was going into cardiac arrest with the amount his heart hurt inside his chest. “Don’t say that, come on I know we’ve joke about it but—“ 

“No, no, listen to me.” You shook yourself from Jake’s hold and stepped back against the doorframe. “It was fun while it lasted, right? No harm no foul? You had your fun and I had mine and we both get to walk away with your careers intact and dad doesn’t find out.” 

“Iris, we can sort through this—Phoenix just needs time to process us.” 

“I don’t want to be with you Jake what are you fucking getting right now?” The switch up was night and day between what you were saying now to what you had been like in the car now an hour prior. “I’m not good for you!” Usually it was Jake hearing that he wasn’t good enough for others. “I’m not going to fuck you’re life up for a good root either, so just—let’s just cut our losses before shit hits the fan.” 

“No stop—we’re not doing this okay.” Jake held the bridge of his nose as tears fell from your eyes. Bradley had never seen you so distraught before. Holy shit, maybe you actually really like Jake? “Let me figure this out.” 

“I have a hop.” Was all you said as you shook your head. “Lieutenant Commander.” Before Jake knew what had hit him you were gone. You’d opened and closed the door to his office and that was it. You were just gone. 

Had the love of Jake's life just walked out after breaking up with him? Is that what just happened? 

“I feel like I’m living in an episode of the twilight zone—“ Bradley sighed out as he flung his head back. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna try and fight her decision to end whatever the two of you are?” 

Jake still stood where you’d left him, if he closed his eyes he could still smell the notes of your favourite perfume encompassing him. 

“I have to.” Was all Jake said. Rooster groaned in defeat. This was an internal fucking hell. 

“Why man? To me this seems like a pretty good get out of jail free card.” But Bradley didn’t understand, no one understood. For the first time in Jake Seresins life he actually cared about someone. He actually cared about wanting to be with someone every day, every time of day. You were on his mind all the time for all the wrong reasons at first but now? You were just on his mind. 

“Because I think I love her Rooster.”

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[silverstonesainz-archive]

all mine

─── his girl. only his girl.

pairings: mick schumacher x fem!reader warnings: MINORS DNI– contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual acts (including p in v sex, fingering- female receiving, oral- male receiving, unprotected sex), google translate german. not proofread.

Another round of cheers, another shot sliding down your throat and sitting warm in your stomach. There are screams of joy and triumph coming from the left and right of you, the soft burn of expensive tequila firing everyone up at the table. The club is crowded with familiar faces. If you had to guess, about seventy-five percent of the grid– drivers, engineers, and all staff alike– were at this club, everyone celebrating the close of a very hectic season. 

To say you’re drunk is an understatement. Between the four shots of whatever Lando handed your way and two tequila sunrises, you’re teetering the fine line of a good night and no memory of it. If it weren’t for the multiple bodies around you and your boyfriend, you might’ve kissed the floor more times than you could count on two hands. You weren’t a very graceful drunk, but that wasn’t exactly the biggest surprise considering you weren’t quite graceful sober either. 

You flop onto the pleather chair in a huff, the material quick to stick onto your clammy skin. The liquor made your body feel heavy, and you choose to ignore the discomfort it all, or the fact that your tiny dress somehow got tinier in your new position. Mick smiles, chuckles— but you don’t hear it over the bass— at the state your in. The subtle pout of your lips, hair slightly more disheveled than you’d like it to be, but make up seemingly untouched. You lean against your boyfriend, and he is quick to wrap his arm around you. His large hand rests on your waist, pulling you closer and flush against his side. His lips plant themselves on your temple before he moves them by your ear.

“Feeling alright?” He asks. 

You nod, turning to face Mick with a lazy smile on your face. “Great!”

You wiggle in your seat, a poor attempt to sit up straighter and feign sobriety. But Mick knows you all too well, laughing as he watches you try to stop from swaying as he pulls the hem of your dress a little further down your legs. Your hand goes against his chest as you try to stop the alcohol from swaying you left and right, and you can feel the rumbles of his laughter, see the simples indent his cheeks, and blue eyes light up. If it weren’t for the dimness and multi-colored LED lights, he’d see clear as day that you were blushing at his reaction. Mick knew you were drunk, but he still stares at you fondly before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. You lean into him, lips chasing after his own even after he tries to pull away. You feel a little less embarrassed at your state, a little more secure that Mick didn’t mind it at all. His hand settles on the small of your back, the other resting on your thigh as he indulges in you for a second longer. If it weren’t for the fact you’re currently in the middle of a nightclub, you would’ve listened to the tequila and climbed onto his lap.

“Mick!” 

The call of his name tears your boyfriend away from you, hands still on you as he turns his head to follow the sound of the voice. Esteban is waving him over, shot glass extended towards him as he tries to find another for himself. It’s as if the last thirty seconds didn’t happen, Mick patting your thigh and giving you a quick kiss on the jaw before walking off to take a shot glass from his friend. You watch him, leaning in to say something in Esteban’s ear. Your mouth begins to water at the sight of your boyfriend, legs clenching together as you admire how good he looks. Even in a black t-shirt and jeans, he looks heavenly. You stare shamelessly as he downs his shot— a little too easily, much to your surprise— Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. He doesn’t even flinch at the liquor going down his throat, the burn didn’t seem to phase him. Not a flicker of emotion, if anything, he grins and pats Esteban’s shoulder before making his way back to you. 

You stand before he comes up to you, hand reaching out to grab his own as you pull him to you. All the alcohol rushes to your head, and you grab onto Mick’s shoulders. His brows knit together, blue eyes scanning your body to make sure you’re okay. 

“How bout some water?” 

“I wanna dance!”

“Water first.”

You don’t have it in you to argue, and to be fair a glass of water sounds like heaven. So after a sip or two from a glass served by Mick, you’re pulling pick down to the crowd of people, all drunkenly moving along to the rhythm and bass. You pull him until you’re dead smack in the middle of the crowd before letting loose and allowing your body to move along to the music. Another remix, another beat, you dance and dance all while Mick bops along, eyes following every movement and roll of your body. His hands grab onto you greedily, pushing your back against his front to better feel you. You arch back against him, ass pressing against him as you continue to move your hips to the music playing over the loudspeaker. Mick’s hands run along your side as he follows your movement, down to your hips, fingers gripping you tightly. It’s almost euphoric with the music, the lights, and Mick all over you. Your head rolls backward onto his shoulder, savoring the sparks he left as his fingers find the skin of your legs beneath the hem of your bunched up dress. His fingers dance along your thighs, teasing you as it moves under your dress and back. He doesn’t catch the soft groan that leaves your lips at the sensation of his fingers teasing you, inching closer to your core before backing away. You ache in the worst way, in the dirtiest way. 

You turn yourself in his hold, lips chasing his own. But he pulls his head backwards, a teasing smirk on his lips as holds you firmly to stop you from moving closer. He can’t hear you, but he knows the desperate mew that comes from your lips, all too familiar with the sound. Your lips graze his own, another poor attempt to kiss him again, but Mick doesn’t give in. 

“Did you want something?” 

“You.” 

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, a smile still prevalent, dimples deep. He releases it, lips pink and plump, and your feel the yearn in your chest to press your own against it. You can feel his hands move up your thighs, moving to rest on your bum to give it a firm squeeze. His name tumbles from your lips in a whine, lurching forward at a third attempt of a kiss. You get it this time, feeling the softness of him against you in slow and sensual movements. His tongue is quick to run along your lips, and you’re just as quick to let him in. But it doesn’t last long, you just get a taste before he’s pulling away again. There is a weight on your chest, loud desperation as you yearn for more than a five-second lip lock. 

“Let’s go back, I could use another drink!” 

He turns before he can see you frown, the reluctance in the way you let him lead you back towards the table instead of out the door. You don’t know how long you and Mick were on the dance floor, all you knew is by the time you’re back at the table, your feet ached. The second you step back, your boyfriend is whisked away by Lando for shots and a photo, while you’re pulled off by Elena to go to the bar. 

You return sometime later with a glass of water in your hand this time— despite Elena’s begging. There’s still a bit of a stumble as you walk back back arm in arm with the blonde to the table in search of your boyfriend. Chasing sobriety is not an easy feat, but after sweating on the dance floor and taking a lap with Elena in the club, you were beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol wear off. You catch a glimpse of Mick on the opposite end from you, arm slung over Lando’s shoulder as he says something into his ear. He doesn’t see you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes darkening as you drink him in. His hair is tousled, eyes glazed over as he looks at his friend, trying to focus on the words his friend is spewing. Liquor entices your dirtiest thoughts, waters the fantasies you can only hope you and Mick would play out later. You were about to walk over to him when a large hand rests on your shoulders and steals your attention. 

Charles smiles down at you, leaning in to talk into your ear over the loud music. “Do you mind taking a picture of us?!” 

Your hand rests on his chest as you look past him, eyes meeting the gaze of Pierre and Yuki, who both smile and wave at you. You nod at Charles, taking the phone from him and holding up the camera. 

Unbeknownst to you, Mick saw the entire exchange. It was innocent, of course it was. No one would dare make a pass against another driver’s girlfriend, it’s taboo and causes unnecessary drama. And Mick knows Charles would never. But there’s something about the way you held onto him, the way he held you, that sends him into a slight spiral. It might’ve been the alcohol talking, taunting him and fueling the jealousy in the pit of his stomach. He stares, watches as you lean too and fro to take pictures of the other three drivers, and he hoped that you would feel it. He hoped he’d have your attention once more. 

But you’re too distracted, fingers tapping and sliding against the screen as you try to get the perfect shot. You’re too busy to notice him, too busy leaning into Charles while you show him the photo you just took, too busy listening to Charles as he talks into your ear before letting you take even more photos on his phone. The jealousy is only fueled further. Mick isn’t the biggest fan of sharing you, even more so when he’s maybe five shots and some drinks deep. He’s a possessive man— a selfish one at that. And while there technically wasn’t anything wrong with the exchange, nothing would stop the alcohol induced jealousy now— not even if you were back to chasing his lips and whining his name.

Well… maybe.

Charles was a little more than comfortable with the way he rests his hands on you, and you had half a mind to care. It didn’t mean anything to you anyhow, and neither to him all things considered. And the touches never lasted for more than a couple seconds— you were a stabilizer of sorts for the drunk Monegasque driver. He’d grab onto your forearm, maybe even your shoulder, and when he finds his balance his hand retracts to his side. He’s too busy staring between his phone screen and Pierre, arguing with the Frenchman about god only knows what. You never picked up French, so you sit there clueless, waiting for them to make a verdict. 

You let your eyes wander for a split second, and that’s when you see Mick. No longer a playful expression, or a jolly one he sported moments earlier. His face is stoic, jaw clenched. You can see the way the tendons move under the light, the way the shadows shift under the LEDs. Its a brief glance, but you can tell a lot from just his face. You see the subtle shake of his head before he turns to say something to Esteban. You try to read his lips, get a clue of what he’s saying and maybe of what he’s feeling. But Charles taps your shoulder, shouts your name over some mix playing on the loudspeaker, and you pry your eyes away from your boyfriend’s clenched jaw. 

You take a couple more snapshots of the three boys, trying flash and no flash, Pierre being extra pushy as he stresses the importance of this photo. “It’s for the photodump!” he exclaims. You were far too tired to care, and a little too drunk to be sure if the photos were even worth being posted. You show your work, the Frenchman sending you back to take just one more. 

After the fourth try of taking photos, you shove the phone into Charles’ hands while muttering a comment about how they’ll have to deal with whatever is in the camera roll. Truth be told, you were beginning to get antsy, and your boyfriend burring holes in your head with his hard stare is now too hard to ignore. You wander back over to Mick, pushing past people and turning down offers shots. The room has stopped spinning some, but you still feel a little heavy in your gut. Tequila doesn’t erase the rumble in your stomach when Mick finally looks your way, a lift of his brow as he acknowledges your presence before turning back and carrying on his conversation with Esteban. If anything, it amplifies the feeling further. Your stomach does flips at his lack of affection— no kiss, lips or forehead. You reach out to grab his hand, and at the very least he slots his fingers between yours.��

You stand there for the next ten or so minutes, hand in his, just waiting for him to give you more than a raise of his brows. But he carries on, laughing at jokes you can’t hear and making conversation with the table. You aren’t isolated, in fact you’re standing in the circle of conversation, made eye contact and even exchange smiles with others. Mick pulls his grasp from yours, moving to rest his hand on the small of your back. You feel how he slowly lowers his hand onto the curve of your ass, the firm grip he gives your left cheek before returning his hand to your lower back. You look up at him, but Mick is too busy entertaining a discussion about god only knows what. 

You tug on his hand and he follows your pull. Your lips graze his hear, “Is everything okay?”

He nods, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You watch as he leans towards Esteban, saying something into his ear before shaking his hand and saying goodbye. You’re a little confused, but follow his lead anyway. You say goodbye to those around you, hand still clutched in Mick’s rather tightly. Its just a bunch of swift one handed hugs and awkward waves as your boyfriend pulls you towards the exit. 

There’s a car waiting for you when you emerge from the nightclub. Valet opens your car door, and Mick holds your hand to steady you as you climb into the car. He follows in after, muttering something to the driver before leaning back and resting his hand on your thigh. It sits high, but it’s flaccid, lacking any intention to make a move. 

“Had fun?” Mick asks, eyes staring out the window. 

“Mhm, yeah.” You answer. “You?”

“Yeah, good fun.” He squeezes your thigh, “Take good pictures of Charles?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.” 

Another squeeze to your thigh and the car grows silent again. The air is thick and awkward, and you can’t seem to place why. You move a little closer to Mick, free hand reaching over to cup his jaw and turn his face towards you. His blue eyes are unamused, lifeless despite the bright color. You pout, leaning in to give him a kiss but he pulls back before you can catch him. Then there’s a glint of mischief in his gaze, in the way his lips curve into a smirk. His hand tickles its way further up your leg, dipping under your dress and hovering over your center. You jolt your hips forward, but Mick retracts his hand with a cheeky grin. Your bottom lip protrudes further, a breathy call of his name as you lean in and he denies you, again. 

“Geduld.” 

Mick’s voice sends a shiver down your spine and straight to your core. His hand squeezes your thigh again, dangerously close to your core. Your throat runs dry, grows tight, at the idea of what’s waiting for you at the end of this car ride, behind the closed door of your hotel room. Gulping, you listen. Geduld— patience. You’ll be patient, you’ll be good. Because clearly he’s bothered to hell about something and you’d hate to aggravate him even further. It wouldn’t be to your benefit anyhow. A shiver runs up your spine at the memories of edging, of Mick’s sinister smile as he hovers over you and only allowing you to teeter over the edge.

The car ride is longer than you’d like, but you do eventually pull into the lobby of the hotel. It’s the early hours of the morning. The entrance is void of any fans, any type of paparazzi, for which you are grateful for. Last thing you needed was to be stopped by fans or to have any photos of you stumbling behind Mick in your drunken stupor. Somehow, the elevator ride up to the room is even worse than the car ride. At least he held you in the car— you stand on the opposite end of the lift all twenty-six floors. You shuffle on your feet, the heels becoming more unbearable even as you rest your weight against the wall. Mick looks unbothered, eyes too busy staring at whatever is on his phone to notice the way you shift on your weight. 

You’d never been happier to hear the elevator go ding, practically rushing behind Mick as he makes his way down the hall. He takes his sweet time, he knows what he’s doing to you with how slowly he retrieves the room key from his wallet. You swipe the card from his hand, pressing the key against the reader frantically and pushing the door open. Mick chuckles behind you, following your lead and pressing the door shut.

You don’t allow him to stall, pushing him up against the door in a heated kiss. Mick doesn’t miss a beat, hands finding themselves on your waist as he kisses you back with as much ferocity. It’s rough, desperate, knocking all the air from your lungs. Teeth clashes, tongues pressing against the other, just a pure mess of a kiss. Hands claw at him, gripping his shirt, holding on for dear life as your knees begin to give out. 

In an instant, Mick’s presses you against the door shut. He pulls away from the kiss, panting with his head tilted and lips ghosting over yours. You jerk your head forward in an attempt to kiss him, but he pulls back slightly. You try again, but to no avail Mick doesn’t allow your lips to touch. His hand comes up, the pad of his thumb tracing over your bottom lip as his other hand trails up your leg. His plump lips trail along your jaw, down to your neck and collarbones. Goosebumps litter your skin at his actions, blood pumping and rushing to your head as you lean back against the door. Your chest heaves up and down the lower Mick’s lips go, the higher his fingers climb. You bite down on your bottom lip, anticipation building in your gut. His fingers dance along the inside of your thigh while his lips suck on the skin of your neck. A soft moan escapes you, fingers gripping onto his hair as you pull him back to bring his lips to yours. He complies, kissing you deeply as he pushes your dress up your thighs and resting on your hips.

“Mick please,” You mumble against his lips. 

“Please what, darling?”

“Touch me.” 

A deep chuckle bubbles from his throat, “I am touching you.” 

“No… Mick, please.” You whine. 

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Mick pulls away from the kiss, blue eyes staring into yours as he waits for your answer. Your cheeks tint red, the word caught in your throat. You were too shy to say it, to sound so vulgar. “Use your words liebe.” 

“Down there,” You try, voice meek. 

His hand rests on your thigh, “Like this?”

“No.” You shake your head. “No, higher.” 

He shifts his hand higher, fingers at the hem of your underwear. “Here.” 

You whimper, the heat of his hands radiating on your skin, so close to where you need him most. “Mick…” Your voice reeks of desperation, and it puts a boyish smirk on his face. His blues are hooded as he stares down at you, fingers trailing over your center and pulling your underwear to the side

“Oh…” He mocks realization, “Did you want my fingers here? Inside of you? Touching your pretty little—”

You nod, gasping for air as you feel his index finger slide along your folds. He looks down towards his hand, watching as his finger slides forwards and backwards along your slit. His lips are slightly agape, tongue moving to wet his lips, cock growing hard at the sound of your desperate gasps for air. 

“Nice and wet, all for me.” Mick mumbles, looking up at you through his lashes. 

“More, Mick please.” You say between breaths, hands gripping onto him. 

“Yeah, more?” He teases, “More what, baby?” 

Your fingers grab onto him harder, squeezing his bicep as you try to hold yourself up. “Want your fingers… inside of me.”

The smile on his face grows, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he obliges to your request. He retracts his finger from your folds, hooking around your underwear to pull them down to your ankles. He falls to his knees, tapping your ankles one by one as he helps you step out of your underwear. Black thong in hand, he balls it up and stuffs it into his back pocket. He enjoys himself, the sounds that fall from your lips. He feels better already, your interaction with Charles no longer in the forefront of his mind. He didn’t care anymore, to wrapped up in the way you react to him and only him. 

You watch him as he kisses from your knees to the top of your thighs, lips tickling your skin. He sucks on the skin of your inner thigh while his hands reach up and taps your lips. 

“Lutschen.” 

You obey, taking his digits into your both as you bob your head up and down, tongue swirling until he pulls them out of your mouth with a pop. 

“Look at me liebe,” He commands, “Want you to watch.” 

His fingers trace your slit, up and down as your lazy gaze meets his own. As your eyes lock, his fingers plunge into you, curling to tickle that spot. Moans bubble from within you, coming out your throat loudly. It sounds heavenly, like music to Mick’s ears. He pumps his fingers in and out, building a rhythm as he pulls you close and closer to your release. You watch him, watch as he leans in and attaches his lips around your clit, sucking softly. He pulls the bundle of nerves between his teeth, the sharp sensation making you yelp. Soft pink lips release you, only to be replaced by his tongue. He traces shapes along your dripping cunt as his fingers quicken in pace. Mick feels the way you clench around him, your knees shaking and nearly giving out from underneath you. Your fingers comb through his hair, gripping lightly as you grab onto the door handle to keep you from falling.

“You look so pretty with my fingers inside of you,” Mick mumbles. “Taking me so well. Bet you could take my cock even better.”

The dirty words spill from his lips like honey, making you hum in satisfaction.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Feel me so deep inside of you? Huh, pretty girl?” 

You were in complete euphoria, the combination of his mouth and fingers sending your senses into overdrive, pulling sinful moans from your throat. You couldn’t answer him, the sound of him lapping you up, fingers against your wet are obscene, distracting you. Your eyes flutter shut, head falling back against the door as you pant his name, mumbling about how close you are to your release. 

He pulls his fingers from you, leaning back onto his heels as he puts his fingers into his own mouth. You let out a whine, your orgasm fizzling out. “Why?” you ask breathlessly. 

Mick doesn’t say a word, instead pushing you against mirror in the hallway, bending you over the side table.

“You wanna come baby?” He asks, undoing the button of his jeans, shoving his underwear down with it. You nod, but he clicks his tongue, “Use your words.” 

“Yes!” You blurt, fingers grasping the sides of the table as you find your balance. “God Mick, please.”

Mick grabs ahold of his cock, all while using his other hand to prop on of your legs onto the table. He brushes the head of his stiff member along your wet slit. He slides it up and down, before pushing into you ever so slightly. You whimper and he pulls out, sliding his hard member along your cunt, in the same fashion prior. 

“Mick, please.” 

“So desperate for me baby?” 

He pushes the head of his dick into you again and you gasp. He smirks into the mirror, watching your reaction. You look at him, your breaths shallow and quick as you wait for him to fill you up. But he stays still, eyebrows raised. 

“You want more?” He pushes in further. You clench around him, and he’s biting down a moan, the muscles in his jaw ticking. “Tell me you want it.” 

“I want it,” You whine, voice coming out high pitched and dripping in desperation, “Please, I want it.” 

Mick laughs at your rushed response, the neediness evident in your tone.  Slowly, he fills you up, bottoming out into your dripping cunt. You moan loudly, eyes squeezing shut. Your knuckles turn white, fingers aching at how hard you're gripping the sink. The stretch is blissful, sending you into a state of pleasure you’ve never known. Between the alcohol and the sexual tension that’s been building for hours now, sex with Mick has never felt so good. 

Mick pulls out almost completely, before snapping his hips roughly against you, giving you no chance to adjust to his thickness. The head of his cock brushes your sweet spot as he thrusts into you over and over. His hand finds their place around your neck, pulling you up so that you’re flush against him. Fingers press into the delicate skin of your neck, applying pressure on and off while his pace never falters. You can hear his soft groans, mumbled curse words as he fucks you. He compliments you, calls you his. Theres a need to remind you that you’re his, a need to reassure himself that you’re only his. His lips suck the supple skin of your neck, pulling moans from the back of your throat. You’re sure that you’d wake up the next morning with marks to show for, but you didn’t care at that moment.

“You feel so good liebe,” He whispers into your ear, “You’re so good, my good fucking girl. Look at you, look how good you take me.” 

The sight in front of you would be engraved in your memory forever. Mick’s hand around your throat, the other gripping your waist as he thrusts in and out of you, your hands holding onto the sink in an effort to keep yourself up. You watch as the hand on your waist moves to your folds, fingers finding their place on your clit. He rubs fast circles around your nerves, his other hand releasing your neck to grab at your breasts. Your nipple is caught between his fingers as they pinch and pull through the fabric, sending a new sensation through your body.

“You’re mine,” He grunts, “All mine.”

“I’m yours,” You affirm, gasping as his fingers move faster, “fuck, I’m so close.”

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” He asks between breaths, “Gonna come all over my cock?” 

You nod, words caught in your throat and held back by the immense pleasure you’re feeling. The bubble begins to grow again, deep inside of you. With his fingers playing with your clit and his member pushing in and out of you, you can feel the bubble grow larger and larger. But then the it deflates, goes away as he leaves you feeling empty. His name tumbles past your lips in a tired mew, brows knitted and eyes screwed shut in frustration. Mick helps you take your leg down, pulling you over to the bed to lay you down. He pulls your dress down your legs, and you let him as you come down from what was almost an orgasm. 

“Tired baby?” He taunts, “We can stop, go to bed.”

You shake your head, arm coming around his neck to pull him down to press another feverish kiss on his lips. His smile is wide as he kisses you back, fingers combing through your hair before gripping it tightly. You feel his cock brush against you again, feel him at your opening. You allow your legs to fall further apart, give him even more room to push himself further into you. He obliges, slipping back into you easily— like your missing piece of the puzzle. Mick moves his body against, thrusting in and out in a sloppy pace. You can feel your orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach again. 

“Please don’t stop,” You beg against his mouth, breathing heavily. 

“I won’t baby. Wanna feel you finish, wanna see how good I make you feel.” 

Mick peppers kisses along your jaw before coming back up to your lips, hands never leaving the curve of your breasts. His hands massage and knead, fingers pinching and pulling. Between the kisses, his thrusts, and hands, you can feel that bubble begin to grow again. Larger and larger, and your moans and whines get louder and louder. You gasp for air, throwing your head back as you claw against Mick’s back. Praises fall from his lips, calling you sweet things under such dirty circumstances. A good girl, his good girl doing the worst things for him. He edges you closer and closer, cock brushing against your sweet spot over and over until he finally pushes you over the edge. Your body shakes as you come, back arching upwards so that your chest presses flush against his. Mick fucks you through your orgasm, his hand leaves your breasts, holding you close to him as he continues his relentless assault on your aching core. He isn’t far behind you, your pussy clenching and pulling him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

Mick pulls out of you pumping his shaft with his left hand as he turns you around, “Sit up baby.” 

You comply, pulling yourself up as Mick stands before you. You level your mouth with his cock, swatting his hand away and replacing it with your own as you take the head of his member into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, taking more of him in until you feel him in the back of your throat. That’s when you let your jaw fall slack, Mick’s hips pushing in and out as he fucks your mouth til his release. His hot cum slides down your throat, head of his cock still in the back of your throat. He’s panting, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead as he savors the feeling of his orgasm. You swallow his seed as you release his cock. 

Mick bends over to press his lips on yours in a gentle kiss. He pushes you down gently against the bed, his kisses sweet as he pulls you close to him. His arms wrap around your middle, while yours go around his neck, fingers running through his hair. 

“Such a good girl,” He mumbles with a smile against your lips. “My good girl. All mine.”

“Yours. All yours.” 

note: i hate this. and i have no clue if this makes sense. don't be surprised if i delete this one day. anyways– this has been sitting in my docs since JANUARY so i figured id rework it and post it just because. k bye no one look at me.

[folkloresthings]

NORTHANGER ABBEY — send a muse + your favourite trope and i’ll write a drabble/blurb.

lewis hamilton + mick schumacher x y/n - love triangle (matchmaker gone wrong)

Sir Lewis Hamilton playing cupid only to fall for Y/n in the end but it's too late. I hope this is an acceptable request >.< Congratulations on your 1k!

my first blurb for the 1k celebration!! thank you for the request, i LOVE it.

TANGLED UP. ❨ lewis hamilton x reader , mick schumacher x reader ❩

relationships within the paddock were often complicated, and you knew that. but ever since you stepped foot on the tarmac, you only had eyes for one boy. mick schumacher was an absolute sweetheart, handsome and kind and oh so charming. the one problem was: you had no idea how to approach him.

so, you turned to the only person you knew to for help. lewis was always good to you, taking you under his wing as soon as you got the job at mercedes. you were good friends and you knew you could trust him with this.

“help me,” you practically begged, handing him his morning coffee. “help me flirt with mick. i’m hopeless.”

lewis had obliged, why wouldn’t he? the blonde haired reserve driver was another friend of his, one he was fond of. he’d known his father, and felt somewhat obliged to look out for the boy now that he was with mercedes.

he did everything he could to help: making your schedules overlap, sending mick to hospitality when he knew you were there, giving you tips and tricks on how to get mick’s attention. but somewhere along the way, in spending more and more time with you, lewis felt himself hesitant to help any more.

he suddenly didn’t like the idea of sharing you. he missed you when you weren’t around, he found himself wanting to tell you everything about his day, he was falling in love with you. your lunch times, usually spent with you rambling about mick and him giving you advice, were now spent with your sentences blurring together and lewis gazing at the way your mouth moved around every word.

it was bad, and only getting worse.

“should i just ask him out? like, on an actual date?” you asked, turning your head to where lewis sat in the driver’s seat of one of his many cars. “i mean, do guys like that kind of… forwardness?”

lewis shrugged, not wanting to answer. “i guess so.”

“well, do you?” you prod, and he glances over at you briefly, confused. “if a girl asked you out, made the first move, would you like it?”

lewis stayed quiet. because suddenly all he could think about was you, asking him out, and him saying yes — how could he not? it was all he wanted right now. in fact, he’s sure he’d throw away his entire formula one career if it meant he had you.

“… yeah. i would.”

two days later, he feels his heart flutter as you come bounding over to him in the mercedes garage, a smile brighter than the sun in the sky painted on your face.

“i did it!” you exclaimed, grabbing him by the arms. he freezes, your gentle touch sending shockwaves through him. “i asked mick on a date. and he said yes! we’re going to dinner on friday, after the practice…”

you keep rambling on, telling lewis every little detail about the interaction between you and mick. but lewis could barely listen to it. maybe it was a trauma reaction, blacking out from your lovesick take. but, in reality, he was just staring at the pure happiness that lit up your entire face.

while he wanted to be pleased for you, considering this was all you’d wanted for weeks, he just couldn’t. he wanted to be the name on your tongue, the one you were enamoured with. but he wasn’t, you weren’t. lewis could have punched himself — he’d helped you hook a date with mick. he’d helped himself lose you.

[multifandomrandomgirl]

Not Alone - Mick Mars x reader

Trigger warning: panic attack

Masterlist:

Wordcount: 793

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Electric red and blue lights lit up the night, the energy that could be generated at a Mötley Crüe gig was intense. The crowd of young girls screamed, and the men shouted along to the songs, the lights were blinding and the instruments were deafening.

Yet, behind the scenes, backstage, it was a whole other story.

Y/N leaned against the cold concrete wall, trying to steady her breath. The tears rolled down her cheeks relentlessly, they were hot and stung. Y/N’s body shook as the overwhelming emotions coursed through her. The backstage area was meant to be a place of excitement, but it now felt like a prison. The lights and noise only amplified her distress. She didn’t even notice the gig coming to an end.

Footsteps approached her, steadily, contrasting the chaos within her mind. She didn’t look up to see who it was; she couldn’t. The weight of her crying crushed her, she felt like she was drowning.

“Did I scare you?” The voice was low and it was unmistakable that it belonged to Mick Mars.

Y/N lifted her head, her eyes met his. Her vision was blurred by her heavy tears. She could barely make out his face which was framed by his long black hair. His usual cold persona was gone, his face was soft and full of concern, a side of him that Y/N had never seen.]

“Oh, sweetheart.” Mick murmured, he closed the distance between them, his hand reached out hesitantly and cupped her face, trying to ground her.

“I didn’t mean to,” Y/N whispered, her voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to fall apart.”

Mick’s thumb brushed away a few tears, his touch was delicate. “It’s okay, sometimes the world just seems so loud, doesn’t it?” He said softly. 

Y/N nodded softly, and a fresh wave of tears spilled from her eyes.

“I just got so overwhelmed. The crowd, the noise. Everything. You guys up there, powerful and untouchable. A reminder that I’m just a roadie. I’m nothing.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t,” Mick's face softened, his tone a little firm. “You’re more than enough, roadie or not. Trust me, even on stage, we all have our moments of fear.” “You? Scared?” Y/N asked, in disbelief.

“Absolutely. Every show, there’s a bit of me that is terrified. But I deal with it by playing my music.” Mick nods, giving her a small smile.

“I don’t know how to do that. How to turn this into something good.” She admitted sheepishly.

Mick moved his hand from her cheek down to her shoulder, rubbing small circles.

“You don’t have to know right now. It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling. Just remember, you’re here, you’re trying. That takes courage. You should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, feeling a glimmer of hope. “Thank you for finding me, for talking to me. I didn’t realise how much I needed it.”

“You’re not alone, okay? If you ever need a talk or a quiet space, I’m always here. Please come find me.” His gaze never left hers.

“I will.” Y/N agreed, his offer was like a lifeline to her. She finally began to calm down.

“Good, now, let’s go get you somewhere more comfortable.” Mick’s smile widened. He guided her away from the cold wall, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, he was like a safety blanket to her. As they walked through the backstage corridors, Mick held onto her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone.

Mick’s dressing room was silent, a significant contrast to the crowd from earlier. Mick took Y/ over to a comfy chair and sat her down before he pulled up another one next to her and sat down himself.

“Do you want to talk about it? What upset you?” Mick asked gently.

“It’s just… everything. The pressure, expectations. Feeling like I’m not enough, seeing other people be so confident.” She took a deep breath.

“I understand,” Mick said, he’d listened to her every word. “It’s so easy to look at other people and only see their strengths, but everyone has their weaknesses, their struggles. They find ways to deal with them.”

“I don’t know how to deal with mine, I feel like I’m drowning.” Y/N admitted, looking down.

“One step at a time, okay?” He squeezed her hand. “Remember, you’re not alone. I’m here to help you, to care about you.”

His gentle tone brought tears of gratitude to her eyes.

“Thank you, Mick. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. I got you.” He smiled, kissing her cheek.

Y/N blushed a little and leaned into Mick’s touch. For the first time in a while, she felt safe and loved.

[severalforraelee]

Throughout the Years: Mick Schumacher x Reader

Photo credit to planetsport

Word count: 2,167

Written by raelee / Posted May 24

Masterlist

Formula 1 Masterlist

Six Years Old

“Class, this is our new student, Y/N. Let’s all be kind and welcoming to her,” Mrs. Schneider announces.

She rubs my back in an attempt to reassure me. I give her a shy smile of appreciation, but her action doesn’t calm my nerves. As I look out at the sea of random faces, staring back at me and judging me, I feel myself begin to cave in.

Like a new country wasn’t enough, I have to worry about a new school, too. My mom says that I shouldn’t worry- she says that I have too much anxiety for my age. But now I have reason to be, since dad’s new job changed our whole lives.

I take a seat at the desk Mrs. Schneider pointed me towards, avoiding eye contact with all of the curious gazes. My older brother told me while I was crying this morning that making friends would help me feel better. But all I want to do right now is never open my mouth again.

“Hi, I’m Emma,” the girl sitting across the table from me at lunch introduces herself.

I stare at her with wide eyes. I know I’m supposed to open my mouth, respond hello, I’m Y/N, but my body is frozen in place. I can’t stop just looking at her.

Her face contorts into one of confusion before she stands, grabbing her lunch tray before moving to another table. I deflate. There goes my chance at making a friend.

My gaze returns to the lunchbox in front of me. I don’t even look up when someone pulls out the chair next to me, sitting down.

“Oh, a red car!”

I look up at the comment. A blonde boy is sitting next to me, his finger pointed towards the red car on my lunchbox. Well, it’s not really my lunchbox. Mine got lost in the move so I have to borrow my brother’s one for now.

“My dad drives a red car,” he tells me.

I pause, gaze switching between him and the lunchbox. The sweet smile never drops from his face. I open the lunchbox slowly, looking down at it as I pull the contents out.

“My dad drives a black car.”

I look up to see his response. He opens his mouth to say something but stops, closing it and shaking his head. I want to ask him what he wanted to say, but I don’t question it. I don’t want to ruin my new friendship with this blonde boy.

“Ugh, my mom packed me Oreos today. You’re so lucky that you have chocolate chip cookies,” he states fondly.

“We can trade. That is, if you want to,” I stutter nervously.

“Really?”

I nod.

He holds out the packet of Oreos. I take it gently from his hand, passing him the chocolate chip cookies.

“Thanks. You’re Y/N, right?” He inquires.

I nod again.

“I’m Mick. I have a feeling that we’re going to be good friends.”

~

18 years old

I’ve been avoiding him all night. As best friends for twelve years, Mick and I have always been by each other’s side. Wherever he went, I went, and wherever I went, he went. We began to believe that our names were actually combined, we go by Y/N and Mick so much.

Which is what makes this so hard.

Mick secured a seat in Formula 3.

“Are you excited for Mick?” Yet another former classmate asks me.

Of course I’m happy for him. I have and will support him through everything. He’s my best friend, I’ll be by his side throughout it all. It’s just… he’s leaving me behind.

“Yeah, he’ll do great,” I smile at them, taking a sip of my drink. I grimace at the taste of the watered down alcohol, not realizing how much time I’ve spent sulking since I got this drink. “Excuse me, I’m going to get a new drink.”

I do actually need a new drink, but I also want an excuse to get out of this conversation. I’m sick of everyone reminding me that Mick is leaving, even if it is going to constantly be happening at Mick’s going away party.

Of course I’m used to him leaving for karting- although he wasn’t gone nearly as much as he will be now- and he’ll be coming back to visit- although not as much as I would like him to. Those factors don’t make the thought of him leaving any easier.

I set my drink down at the bar, slipping outside of the extravagant venue onto its balcony. I turn the corner so that I’m out of sight, sitting down and swinging my feet over the edge so that they hover above the street far below.

“Where’s Y/N? Weren’t you just talking to her?” I hear Mick’s familiar voice from inside.

I sigh, resting my forehead on the bars. I know that he’s noticed my distance. But I just don’t know how to act around him now. I know that our dynamic is going to change, and I’m afraid of that.

“I thought you would be out here,” now his voice is right next to me.

I don’t respond, keeping my eyes on the passing cars below. Still, I feel him sit next to me, slipping his legs through the bars as best as he can while looking below as well.

“That’s a pretty far drop,” he comments.

“How can you just act like that?” I ask him quietly.

“Like what?”

“Like we’re not going to change?”

He’s quiet, then he speaks. “Of course I know that we’re going to change.”

I look over at him to see him already looking at me.

“But that’s part of growing up, right? I’m going to chase my dreams and follow in my dad’s footsteps in Formula 1 and you’re going to school to do what you love. We’re taking opposite paths, but we’ll always be there to hold each other’s hand and encourage each other.” He reaches out, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. “Right?”

“Right,” I breathe out, nodding. “You promise you won’t forget me when you get even more rich and famous?”

He laughs at my tease. “I promise. You promise you won’t forget me when you meet an average college guy?”

“I promise.” We lean towards each other, giving each other the hug that we desperately needed.

~

22 years old

I wait in the Haas garage, standing up on my tiptoes to peer over the people rushing around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mick. My heart aches in my chest for more reasons than one.

He ended the race in last place- well, not last place, since a few of the other drivers DNFed, but last place of the remaining drivers on the track. So my heart aches for the emotions that I know he’s feeling and what he’s saying to himself.

And my heart is also aching because… I love him.

And I can’t wait to see him again.

It took me a while to admit that I’m in love with my best friend, but now that I have, it’s all that I can think about. Unfortunately, I can’t tell him about my feelings, because I don’t want to ruin a lifetime of friendship.

I catch sight of the blonde, but it looks like he found me first. He’s frantically pushing his way through the crowd, and once he reaches me, before either of us can even say anything, he yanks me tightly into his arms.

My arms wind around him, holding him just as tight. I know that it’s what he needs right now.

“Let’s go to your driver’s room,” I whisper to him, wanting to get his dismal expression out of the public eye before the media sees and has a field day with it. He guides me with an arm around my waist to his driver’s room, immediately flopping face down on the couch as I close the door.

“What was I thinking?” He groans.

“Mick, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“No, not about the race, Y/N,” he snaps, leaning his torso up and resting his elbows on the couch. He sighs. “Sorry for snapping at you. It’s just- what was I thinking? Believing that I could just get into F1 and instantly become successful. I’m an idiot.”

“No, you’re not,” I reassure him, sitting down next to his head and resting a comforting hand on his back. “You had a lot of pressure from the beginning, we both know that. And you already are successful, look at you, you’re in Formula 1. The podiums and wins just take time.”

He looks up at me and it’s like the atmosphere in the room instantly changes. His baby blue eyes connect with my own, our gazes too captivating to break. We’re both afraid to speak, knowing that it’ll ruin whatever mesmerization we’re in.

Mick opens his mouth, talking softly. “I think… I think that I already won.”

“Why’s that?” I breathe out.

“Because I have you in my life. It’s just that…”

“It’s just that what?”

“My life could only get better with one thing.”

I stare at him, and he stares back at me. My mind goes blank.

“Can I kiss you?” He requests.

“Yes.”

He leans up, but from the way that he’s laying down, his torso can only pull him up so far. We both laugh, causing the tension to break as he’s inches away from my face.

I lean down the remaining two inches, pressing my lips against his.

It’s like it’s meant to be all this time.

~

26 years old

“I love that touch,” Corinna smiles as she looks down at my bouquet of flowers.

“Does he still not know?” Gina questions from where she’s straightening the train of my dress.

“He still doesn’t, I’m surprised that I kept it a secret all of this time,” I laugh, “I almost slipped up a few times, though.”

“He’s going to love it,” Corinna reassures me. “We have to go take our places now, sweetie. See you in a bit.”

I take a deep breath, smoothing out the white tulle at my side.

“It’s not too late to back out,” my older brother comments from behind me. I know that he just has my best interest at heart but even the thought of leaving now hurts my heart.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was six years old,” I confess to him. “I knew that he was the one that I was meant to be with from the moment we traded cookies.”

“I’m glad. I really like him, and you two are clearly happy together. It’s time to go.”

The wood church doors swing open, exposing me to all of my friends and family. But the only person that I see is Mick.

He stands at the other end of the aisle, dressed in his black tuxedo and looking as handsome as ever. His hands are clasped in front of him, that wide, beaming smile that I get to see every single day for the rest of my life on his face.

His eyes flutter downward and he quickly turns to the side, wiping at his eyes as tears begin to form. I know that he sees it, then.

My bouquet of flowers placed beautifully in a lunchbox, the lid open to reveal the red car.

I didn’t know that my parents kept this lunchbox, truthfully the first question that I asked them when they showed me it was why they kept something from twenty years ago. But they told me that from the way that I spoke about Mick and talked about him, they knew that it was love at first sight, even at such a young age. So they saved it, in case we want to give it to our own son or daughter someday.

Mick reaches out to me, grabbing my hands in his own once I’m standing across from him.

“You look so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice shaking.

“You look so handsome,” I whisper back to him, a bashful smile on my face.

I’ve never felt shy or timid around Mick before. I’ve had no reason to, he’s my person, someone that I turn to whenever I need comfort or support.

But there’s something about Mick the husband.

My husband.

I can’t seem to wrap my head around the idea that this is the man that I’m going to be spending the rest of my life with. Mick is the man that I’ll be sharing a bed with, sharing secrets with, sharing children with. My life with Mick is already so intertwined… but my life with husband Mick will be so much more.

And there’s something about that that makes me bashful and more than excited for the future.

I squeeze his hands, wanting to convey those emotions right here and right now without interrupting the officiator.

He squeezes my hands back.

[fritz-federleicht]

Can I request a slipknot imagine? Maybe one where Joey has a crush on a girl from a different metal band? Love your work

In love/ Joey Jordison x reader

Notes: Thank you, i'm glad you like my work

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Y/B/N = your bands name

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You have run into each other many times. Especially at festivals when your metal band Y/B/N played before or after Slipknot. Your bands were introduced to each other, but you never really talked.

Just now and then a congratulation for a successful show and a short conversation how everyone was doing.

You always noticed the short drummer with the long black hair. When you break away from Corey's eyes, who is talking about his new mask, you let your gaze wander over the Slipknot members and get stuck on Joey's eyes staring into yours.

Often he looks away immediately. Sometimes he doesn't realize you're looking at him until a moment later and quickly looks away, blushing but smiling.

You think his behavior is cute. Someone who plays in such a scary band can be shy around you?

You grin each time and focus back on Corey, who is wiggling his eyebrows with a cheeky grin. You shake your head and punch him in the arm.

The next time your bands saw each other you could only greet each other briefly. Joey was so overwhelmed with the situation of seeing you again, waving at you and walking, that he stumbled. Mick was just able to catch him.

After their performance, you're sitting on a box and scrolling on your phone, you hear a familiar voice.

"Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?" Says Joey very quickly, so you can just barely understand him. He plays with his fingers and looks at the floor.

"You don't have to. That's okay." He shrugs and turns around. "No Joey. Don't go."

He turns when he hears your voice. "I'd love to go on a date with you." You smile at him.

"Really?" He asks. You nod. "Yes." A broad smile is on his lips.

He walks up to you and takes you in his arms. You laugh. Suddenly, he pulls away from you.

"What' wrong?" You ask him.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to." He takes a step back. "It's okay." You answer him.

Joey looks sheepishly at the floor and nods. "You have my number right?" He asks. You nod.

"Good, I'll text you." He smiles at you, then turns around.

You look after him. Then your eyes drift to a person standing not far from you.

It's Corey. He looks at you with a grin and raised eyebrows. You shake your head with a smile and sit down again to continue scrolling on your phone.