White Dresses
The smell of beer and flowers float through the air,
In decades to come her white dress will be a light yellow from cigarettes smoke.
For now she is smiling and dancing like a child once again, as she twirls in her dress.
The ringlets in her hair remind her mother of the curls she had once had when she was just a baby. Her laughter reminds her father of the child he raised.
She has her fathers eyes, full of wonder. He was her age when he married her mother.
She has her grandmothers smile, sickening sweet. The southern twang they share is something only they can understand.
Her eyes are gleaming in a way that could out shine the heavens.
A dress she will only wear once, the bottom now light green from her backyard celebration and a makeup stain on the inside.
She stands in the yard, her flower girl on her hip, taking in the beauty of today.
An organized chaos, that she planned for years.
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kiss me down by the broken treehouse // mick schumacher
summary: honeymoons in the midwest, heart shaped jacuzzis and scented bubble bath. this is how mick wants the rest of his life to be
pairing: mick schumacher x newlywed reader!
warnings: vague allusions to sex, two people being sickeningly in love, bathing together. nicolas cage should be a warning in itself
author's note: this is the last fic in the cozy collection and not gonna lie, it's making me very emotional. thank you for coming along for this cozy and warm, and sometimes scandalous adventure <3. i can't wait to share the christmas collection with you all.
the hotel suite was dim as she slipped the rose gold wedding band off her finger, dropping it on the dresser next to the almost identical one her husband wore.
mick was sitting by the window, lighting a tangle of scented candles as the heart-shaped jacuzzi tub filled with bubble bath.
"baby, what's all this?" she asked softly, leaning down to kiss him.
they had spent the day in town, visiting country stores and hiking trails, downing more apple cider than mick had ever thought possible. they were cold to the bone when they returned to the hotel, but that didn't stop mick from pulling his wife into bed and reminding her just how happy he was to spend the rest of their lives together.
"just another way to show how much i love you." mick hummed, reaching for the bottle of champagne he'd had room service deliver on their way back to the bed and breakfast. "i figured the best way to end the night was a nice bubble bath and a movie."
she smiled, giggling as she kissed the side of his head. "i knew there was a reason i married you."
she disentangled herself from mick, slender fingers making quick work of the belt holding her plush hotel robe together, fabric pooling over the floor and revealing her naked body to her lover.
blushing furiously, mick turned off the tap, quickly filling two champagne flutes before stripping out of his own hotel robe.
“after you, my darling wife.” he grinned, taking y/ns hand and helping her into the tub. he slipped under the bubbles after her, nuzzling into her back and pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade. “ich liebe dich.”
“I love you too, mickie.”
she settled on one of the built in tub seats, smiling at her husband before she looked dreamily out the frost covered window. the trees in the vermont woods next to the hotel were dyed shades of red-orange, the colors themselves beyond breathtaking.
“whatcha starin’ at, pretty girl?” mick pondered, kissing the top of her head as he settled in next to her.
“the trees. nature. it’s beautiful. how did you manage to get a room with such a great view?”
mick shrugged. “turns out, telling the hotel you’re on your honeymoon gets you special privileges. but that view isn’t as a great as the one I had earlier when I was on top of you. or the view I have every morning when I wake up with you in my arms.”
she giggled, playfully slapping his shoulder. "mickie!"
mick laughed, kissing the side of her head before reaching for the laptop next to the tub. "how do you feel about the nicolas cage dracula movie?"
"absolutley not! when i get nightmares, are you going to nurse me back to sleep?"
"yes." mick said solemnly, loading up amazon prime on his laptop. "one hundred percent."
y/n snickered, reaching for the champagne. once mick schumacher was alseep, not even a tornado could wake him up. "babe, we both know you'd sleep right through. you sleep like a goddamn rock."
"yeah, babe. you're right. but nicolas cage is in it, it wont be that scary."
“I’m not worried about it being scary; I’m worried about it being gory.” she rolled her eyes, taking a sip of champagne. “if I start watching ‘renfield’ through my fingertips, you’re on your own, mickie.”
mick giggled, hitting the play button before pulling his wife into his lap. “consider me warned. we can watch the original halloween afterwards.”
“you’ve got yourself a deal, husband.” she laughed, passing him a champagne flute.
the room was small and cozy, lit only by the blue glow from micks laptop and the candles around the bath, the air filled with the calming scents of vanilla, cinnamon and pumpkin. micks gentle fingers trailed up and down her thigh as they watched the movie together, sipping champagne and enjoying each others company.
every so often, mick filled the silence with a small praise, a gentle kiss against his wife’s skin. it was still so surreal to him that he would get to hold her in his arms, every day, for the rest of his life.
she rested her head on his shoulder, placing the empty glass back on the ledge outside the tub before she properly folded her body against his, fingertips mindlessly tracing shapes on his chest, the fine blonde hairs dotting his pecs matted to his skin by the water, a few errant bubbles still stark against his skin.
she loved him, truly madly and deeply.
it seemed like just yesterday they had met each other, although it had been almost four years. four great years of love and laughter and highs and lows. and in a blink of an eye, there she was, in her white dress, in micks arms as they danced to a bryan adams song.
four years of feelings she wasn’t sure she’d ever have the joy of feeling for another living, breathing person. and she wouldn’t trade it for anything.
when the movie was half over, candle wax dripping into hardwood and the bubbles all faded away from the lukewarm water, skin dried out and pruny, only then did the newlyweds emerge from the heart-shaped tub.
micks touch was gentle as he helped his wife dress in her long, pale nightdress, silk dusting the carpet as she pulled down the handmade quilt, ready to fold herself into bed next to her husband.
he slipped into bed next to her, laying the laptop down in front of them. his fingers played with her hair, twirling strands around her finger before he began to lazily braid a small section, the last half of the movie playing on the small screen.
“mick?”
“yeah?”
“I’m so excited to spend my future with you.”
“me too, Liebling.” he smiled, kissing her forehead. “we’ve got so much to look forward to.”
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y/nschumacher ❤️🍂
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