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[sinofwriting]

Sleep's Clutches - Jenson Button/Reader/Logan Sargeant

Words: 353 Secret A-Z Prompt Request: L (for Love)

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Her brain feels foggy as she wakes up, sleep still has her in its clutches, but the sound of low murmurs keeps her just barely awake.

A soft sigh rings through her ears and then there’s a warm hand rubbing at her arm, a soft call of her name.

She means to open her eyes, to roll over to face Jenson, because it has to be Jenson unless Logan has stolen and doused himself in Jenson’s cologne but all she can do is make a small noise.

Another hand brushes over her forehead, Logan’s, she thinks.

“Come on, love. Can’t have you sleeping on the sofa our first night back.” Jenson gives her a little nudge and it should wake her up, make her eyes finally open, but sleep pulls her closer.

Logan chuckles, looking at Jenson’s soft but exasperated expression and he’s nudging the other man out of the way, bending and brushing his lips across her forehead before sliding an arm under her neck and knees and lifting. Jenson instantly pressing a hand to his lower back once she’s in the air.

She makes a slight protest but then immediately turns her head, pressing her face into Logan and they watch as sleep completely settles over her.

“She’s lucky she’s pretty.” Jenson murmurs as they walk to the bedroom.

He playfully scoffs. “I think you mean devastatingly gorgeous.”

Logan mourns the loss of Jenson’s hand, warm and heavy on his lower back as he draws back the blankets, but it’s back before he can truly miss it.

“You both are.”

The younger flushes at the softness of his words, heart skipping a beat at them and the way she tries to grasp at his shirt as he sets her on the bed.

“So are you.”

Jenson smiles and Logan can’t help but kiss him. The older man’s hands warm as they settle on his hips.

“Shower?”

He shakes his head and watches as relief crosses Logan’s face. “I think we’ve both missed our girl a little too much for that.”

“Yeah.” Logan sighs. “It’s good to be home.”

“It really is.”

[bad268]

Anything for Jenson Button with wife reader during the 24 hours of LeMans races. Thanks!! :))

You're Cute (Jenson Button X Spouse! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/WEC

Requested: Clearly (I love him sm)

Warnings: none

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 940

Summary: The Le Mans is long and tiring.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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“You’re not falling asleep already, are you?” Jenson chuckled as he looked down at your head that was resting heavily against his shoulder. It was going on 11 PM at this point in the Le Mans, and Jenson’s first stint had just ended. He was sitting through the mini debrief before he would be allowed to get some rest with you before his next stint, but it seemed like you were already a step ahead of him as your breathing got heavier throughout their discussion. “You’re not getting old, are you?”

“What a thing to say about your spouse,” You tsked, sitting up and stretching a bit before glaring at Jenson. “And on the eve of my birthday, no less. You really know how to make me feel special. Well, I’ll have you know, you aren’t some spring chicken either, Mr. Button.”

“Never said I was, darling,” He chuckled as the team let him know he was good to go for a few hours. He stood up and held a hand out for you, but you just focused your glare on his hand instead of his face now. “Are you coming with me, or am I going to have to carry you?”

“Well, if you’re offering,” You trailed off with a small smile and an eye roll. Jenson wasted no time and picked you up bridal style immediately, causing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “You’re on your way back into my good graces. I would also like to make a request.”

“And what would that be, your highness?” Jenson joked as he walked into the back of the garage to take you to the hospitality suites. There were couches set up for the drivers, so he set you down on one of them as he got changed out of his race suit.

“Can I wear one of your hoodies? I’ve been cold all night, and honestly, I’m not going to want to put in that much effort to get ready for your stint at 3 AM,” You complained as you laid back on the couch, turning your head to watch him change into something comfortable. 

“If you want a hoodie, you can take your pick,” Jenson offered as he held up the two hoodies he brought. To be honest, he knew you were going to end up stealing one, so he made sure to pack your favorite one. He knew he made the right decision when your eyes lit up as they saw your favorite hoodie, and you reached out for it. Jenson chuckled as he walked over to you and helped you put the hoodie on before laying down behind you, holding you closely to his chest. “Are you warming up now?”

“Yeah,” You chuckled, burying your face in the fabric of the hoodie with a smile. “Who did I please in another life to deserve you?”

“I don’t know why every Le Mans makes you say these weird things,” Jenson commented. “I guess we’re both confused, but that’s beyond the point. Go to sleep.”

“What if I’d rather talk to you?” You asked before turning around in his arms so you could face him. “I haven't actually said much to you today because of the race prep, and I missed you. Is it so much to ask to have a conversation with you?”

“We can talk all you want tomorrow when I don’t have to get in a car and drive for 2 hours in a competitive competition,” Jenson deadpanned as he gazed down at you. “I only have 3 hours before I need to be back up and getting in the car, and I just want to sleep, darling.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” you said as you rolled your eyes before closing them and choosing to ignore Jenson.

“Is that all you have to say?” He asked with a smile, thinking he would break you, but you remained unfazed by his attempts. “Are you really ignoring me now?” You still made no move to respond, just shifting your head to rub against his arm that your head rested against. “I’m sorry if that upsets you, but I’m not apologizing for wanting to sleep.”

“Maybe I just wanted to hear you talk,” You finally responded as you relented and opened your eyes to meet his. “Ever think of that?”

“You’re so cute,” Jenson whispered more to himself than to you as he kissed your forehead. Your eyes narrowed immediately.

“I am not cute. I am the opposite of cute. I’m actually very menacing,” You replied, pulling back a little to glare at him.

“You’re really cute when you're tired,” Jenson chuckled again, wrapping his arms tighter around your body and not letting you pull away. “You’re so cute, and you’ll never convince me otherwise. It’s my job to get on your nerves, and I’d say I’m doing a great job.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” You groaned as you dropped your head back down to rest against his shoulder. 

“I would hope so,” Jenson gasped in mock offense, “We haven’t been married for nearly a decade for nothing.”

“Can we go to sleep now?” You sighed with a pout as you tried to get comfortable again. “I want to sleep, but my brain isn’t slowing down enough to sleep.”

“Was that why you wanted me to talk in the first place?” Jenson asked, running a hand down the span of your back in a comforting manner. You nodded slowly, and Jenson, ever the yapper he is, took it into his hands. “Well, let me tell you the entire weekend’s strategies for both teams-”

~~~~~

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[thisismeracing]

Hey, can I pleade request Mick dating a journalism major!reader in uni, (and she has to write a paper about something like 'a thing you find beautiful in everday life' or something like that and she writes about Mick, he reads it and realises she has feelings for him)? Please

P.S.: feel free ignore the part in the brackets

Beautiful things | MS47

⸺ the one where it's no secret you're in love with him, but he finally realizes it. ✓ mentions of food; friends to lovers; not proofread; fem!reader (she/her). 0.8k words

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Mick had a rushed routine as a driver and a famous one. You also had a rushed routine, though you were neither famous nor a driver. Quite the opposite and your friendship surprised a few people because you were a journalism major who just like in the cliches spilled your coffee on him on your first day at the paddock.

One of your college friends who happened to have a rich mom invited you to a weekend in the paddock, and though every catastrophic scenario went through your head you said yes. As it turned out, you did make a fool of yourself, but it earned you a new friend, and just like everyone once told you, nobody is paying that much attention to the point of remembering the comic situation you got pulled into.

You and Mick clicked and had been friends for around two years now. You made it work even with the hectic schedule and the traveling. He would take you with him whenever it was near enough for a quick plane ride and you didn't have classes. That's how it became a thing for him to know about your assignments and help you with them. He would tell you that it was relaxing to read your writing, and then proceed to do it every small free second he got (there were shots of him in the garage with a sandwich in one hand and your laptop in the other).

Coming to think about it, you suppose that maybe that's how you fell for him. Mick was always there for you even when he was on the other side of the world. He would call, and text, and get you small souvenirs. He would help proofread your assignments, and ask about your day. And don't get things wrong, you have tons of friends, but none of them felt like what you had with Mick. None of them slept with their phone by their pillow waiting for you to sleep and waking you up if they heard you having a nightmare. You kept telling yourself that he was just extra friendly. That he was the golden retriever guy everyone talked about, but that didn't mean he loved you. That, though, wasn't enough to convince your heart and you saw yourself slowly and surely fall for him.

That's how you ended up writing about him in your last assignment. One he wasn't supposed to read, but you forgot you shared the online folder with him and that he opened it every weekend to check for new stuff.

There are many beautiful things in everyday life, but some don't seem captivating to us every day. I love the sky, love the way the blue can turn into orange, and somehow get mixed into a light purple. How at night you get to see different glimmers of stars, and travel imagining cloud forms just like when it's daylight. But I don't see the sky as lovely when it's winter and there's no sun or white clouds, just a dark shade of grey. [...] I also find the rush of people in the city captivating, each going on about their lives, taking the subway, strolling with friends, walking the dogs, and buying groceries. Still, there are days when I hate the rush, and I hate how the dogs will stand in the way on the sidewalk, how the subway is full, and how loud a group of strangers can be. [...] But then there are the people. A person. He drives just as effortlessly as he walks. And the days when he walks with me, the dark sky is beautiful, the dogs barking in the way are music to my ears, and the packed subway is full of bursting dreams and hopeful people. I'm one of them. I'm hopeful he'll notice me one day. I'm hopeful he'll love me the way I love him. I'm hopeful he'll see me just as beautiful as I see him. To me, he's the everyday beauty, not because of his sparkly blue eyes, or soft blond hair, but because of who he is. I never get tired of him. I never will because he's this kind of beauty to me.

"Wow," he breathed after finishing your paper just as you were walking into his driver's room.

His big ocean orbs found your frame by the door, and by the way he was looking at you, surprise etched on his face, you knew he read the piece and connected the dots.

"Mick...I-...I'm so sorry- I-" Truth be told, you were on the verge of tears, what was supposed to be a beautiful day started to feel like a nightmare. You thought so many things, thought he would hate you, thought he wouldn't wanna be friends anymore, that he would laugh at you, but he smiled.

He gave you that overwhelmingly gorgeous smile.

Your heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, he was in front of you, still smiling, he reached for your cheekbones and connected your foreheads, taking a deep breath - something you weren't able to do because of your nerves.

"Schatzi, you're the most beautiful thing in the world," he whispered, and that small sentence was everything you needed to hear.

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[magnusstan]

This overtake for P1. 😍

Leigh Diffey: “From Formula 1, back to IMSA” and “… the likes of this famous family name Magnussen”.

Other commentator calls him ‘MAG’ (like his Dad’s nickname Big Mag).

[httpiastri]

🍈 touch prompts: one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze

would you do friends to lovers with fred vesti? if you don’t write for him, then any of the older f2 drivers- like arthur or mick or dennis :)

🍈 – send me a driver and a prompt from this list of hugging prompts, these touch starved prompts, or these kiss prompts, and i will write a short blurb for you!!

author's note: waaaah first time writing for fred !!! hope u enjoy <3<3

3k celly !!

frederik vesti x reader (ft mick schumacher, jack doohan & arthur leclerc)

"are you guys nearly done yet?"

jack leans out through the window of the car, a hand raised in the air as a further complaint to the two idiots attempting to carry several full bags of groceries in their arms. "yeah, calm down!" mick yells back, right before he stops for a second to laugh his ass off as he watches arthur runs back towards the car, a few oranges spilling out of the bag and onto the ground.

jack lets out a loud groan, pulling the key out of the ignition before jumping out of the car to go pick up the scattered fruits. "great idea to let the two of them handle the grocery shopping…" fred almost startles you when he speaks up, but his gentle voice quickly lulls you back into the soft state of mind you were in just moments ago. "who even came up with that?"

"no idea," you say with a shrug, tilting your head slightly towards him. and when your eyes meet his, it's suddenly like he becomes especially aware of how close you're sitting. with you in the middle seat, your arms touching ever so slightly, and your thigh still resting slightly against his despite the fact that you have more space now ever since mick left the seat on your other side.

fred blinks down at you for a few moments, mind completely blank except for the scent of your perfume and how cute you look with that little lock of hair that's fallen into your face. it takes every single ounce of self-control in his body not to brush it out of your face, let his fingers trace along your features, his touch lingering across your skin…

instead, he clears his throat, looking out through the window to his side again. jack and arthur are seemingly having some type of showdown – what it's over, he truly can't tell – and fred shakes his head. "we only have like an hour left," he mutters. "can't they just hurry up?"

you hum, letting your eyes flutter closed. "i'm so tired," you say, not able to hold back a yawn.

then, fred feels a weight on his shoulder. it takes him a few moments to realize what's going on, but when he does, he freezes. is that… what he thinks it is?

when he hears your soft sigh from right below his ear, it's confirmed for him. you're resting your head on his shoulder, likely with your pretty eyes shut and your little lips slightly parted. his best friend, the girl he's been crushing on for ages, using him as a pillow…

on the outside, fred looks cool as a cucumber. but on the inside? he's never felt this jittery before.

when arthur jumps into the car singing some random pop song after having dumped the groceries in the back, fred shoots him a deathly glare – or, as much as he can manage from over your head – and the older seems to get the hint, hands rising in defense. "sorry," arthur starts, putting up a defensive finger in mick's face when he gets into the seat next to you. "don't slam the door now, mick. fred will attack you for waking his sleeping beauty."

the danish man just rolls his eyes at his friends' antics, letting himself rest back against the seat as everyone settles in the car again.

just a few moments ago, he was wishing the last hour before you arrive at your destination would just be over already. but now, he wishes you could both stay in this position forever.

[aechalmt]

Hi hi!! I want to start writing a Mick Schumacher fanfic, but I'm not sure if it's coming out very well, can you help me? I'll let you know that English is not my first language.

[matteoberrettini]

oh man. people don't know the sinner giovinazzi lore. [haunted look] half of italy is in love with him and a good number of italian athletes across sports have been in love with him but people don't even know

[vettelsvee]

as a fanfiction “writer”, every time this man appears means a huge inspo boost for me

[nick-cassidy]

x

[mannap]

I started a new job this week, I am EXTREMELY behind on my bachelor's thesis and my room is a complete mess rn

.... Yet all I've been thinking about the whole evening is "oh, suzuka is this weekend. But damn, I really, really miss Kevin in F1"😭😭😭

[sinofwriting]

Hot Gossip - Jenson Button

Words: 631 Summary: When she returns home, he just knows that her outing with friends was more than eventful.

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She doesn’t even remember getting out of the Uber, let alone opening the front door, it’s only as she sits on the couch that she realizes she’s home. Blinking slowly, brain struggling to process everything from the last three hours.

She doesn’t hear Jenson’s greeting or the way his frown from her not returning his greeting turns to an understanding look and his feet taking him to the kitchen.

She just sits on the couch, jumping when a glass of wine is set down on the end table beside her and before she can say anything, Jenson is moving her. Readjusting her until her back is pressed against the arm of the couch, wine glass easy to reach and then he’s sitting and pulling her feet into his lap, taking her flats off and chucking them towards the door.

“That much?” He asks, breaking her out of her silence.

“So much.” She breathes, reaching for her wine glass and taking a much-needed drink. “Joyce is getting a divorce.”

Jenson’s fingers froze where they had been tapping along her ankle. “She’s what?”

“Getting a divorce.” She takes another drink of wine. “She was cheating, this whole time. She called Nina crying the other day because Peter found out.”

“That explains the ten pm message from Nina for lunch.”

She nods. “But not only was she cheating on Peter, it was with the guy who did the catering at their wedding. We all wondered how on earth she got such a cheap price for it, that’s why.”

“That’s not a good way to run a business.”

“And Nina’s sister is pregnant. Their parents are throwing a total fit about it as well. All because she isn’t married and they thought she was a lesbian.”

Jenson lets out a small laugh at the last part of her sentence, having heard the horror stories of Nina finding her little sister and whatever guy she was seeing in positions she had never wanted to.

“Callie wasn’t there either today. JJ and her are on the outs, completely.”

He shakes his head at her words, beginning to massage her feet.

“Callie told her that the dress she picked out was hideous and made her look horrible.”

“You can’t say that.”

“Exactly!” She nearly shouts. “And she obviously doesn’t know what on earth she is talking about. JJ looked incredible in the wedding dress she chose and she was so happy about it and now she’s worried that Sam is going to see her in it and thinks she’s ugly. She had enough stress with the wedding only two months away and now Callie has been a fucking bitch and just crushed her self-esteem.”

“I never liked Callie or Joyce.” He comments.

“I mean, Joyce was great until like a year ago. Callie…” She trails off. “Callie was always more JJ’s friend than ours. She was nice enough, but she always just looked so unhappy to hang out in a group setting. And I like I get it, we are a lot to deal with.”

“Just a little.” He laughs, but his smile and words are all fond.

“And they all were a little mad at me.” She says after probably ten minutes of rambling about the smaller things JJ and Nina had brought up at lunch.

“Why on earth are they mad at you?”

Her eyes fall away from him. “It wasn’t like genuinely mad, more just annoyed.”

“For what?”

“I had nothing to bitch about. I mean obviously I bitched about both Joyce and Callie, but I didn’t have anything to bring to the table.” She shrugs and then looks at him, smiling. “You treat me too well.”

His expression softens at her words and he’s leaning forward, kissing her. “And I don’t plan on stopping.”

[bad268]

Any chance for girlfriend!reader with Mick, where he takes her to a WEC race for the first time? sorry if too broad

So Romantic (Mick Schumacher X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Random Drivers

Requested: Clearly (I LOVE THIS AND I DONT WRITE HIM MUCH)

Warnings: Kinda mentioned fear of heights, proposal (ahh commitment!)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1615

Summary: Mick is so romantic during the 24 Hours of Le Mans.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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You didn’t know what to expect when you agreed to go to an endurance race with Mick. Then, he asked you to come for the 24 Hours of Le Mans, and it suddenly became astronomically more stressful. 

You didn’t know anything about endurance racing other than the fact they it was longer-form racing and they change drivers at certain points. 

You didn’t know what would happen in between Mick’s stints or what you would be doing while he’s in the car. 

You walked into the paddock with Mick’s hand in yours as your eyes darted around. You wanted to see everything there was to see.

“Anything you’re looking forward to seeing?” Mick asked as he watched with amusement at your sparkling eyes, taking in everything.

“I heard Kool & The Gang and The Avener are playing during your stint, I think, so I might have to break out of the pits to go see that show,” You replied quickly as you started ranting about all of the things you wanted to see. “I also saw that there’s a Ferris wheel! We should totally do that when you’re not busy. It would be so romantic.”

“Oh, so romantic,” Mick added with a smirk as he led you to the Alpine motorhome, where you could drop off your backpacks for the night.

“Right!” You shouted before plopping onto one of the couches in the driver’s room. “And there’s other games I saw, so if I get bored in the garage, I might just sneak out.”

“And stop supporting me?” Mick gasped in mock offense as he sat beside you and threw his arm over your shoulders. “How dare you.”

“I will literally be wearing your name on my back,” You deadpanned, “And it’s not like you would want me to be too bored, now would you?”

“Oh, definitely not,” Mick played along, leaning his head against yours. “What else are you planning?”

“I could try to jump into commentary, see if they let me,” You started listing off on your fingers, “There’s an esports competition. I think I could channel my inner Schumacher and wipe the floor with the competition.”

“You’re basically a Schumacher at this point,” Mick interrupted. You paused, looking between him and your left hand suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to find this ring on my finger, but oh, wait!” You joked before gasping and turning to face Mick completely, “You haven’t proposed yet! That’s crazy, don’t you think?”

“I’m working on it, trust me,” He chuckled, rolling his eyes. It had become a running joke recently since Gina’s wedding. 

You had caught the bouquet and looked straight over to Mick. You weren’t even trying to catch it, opting to stand off to the side, but when the other bridesmaids started jumping for it, the bundle of flowers just found its way into your arms. You weren’t even paying attention until you suddenly felt something in your hands, and the way you lit up before running over to show Mick is something he will never forget. Ever since that moment, you began jokingly pestering Mick about it.

Mick would never tell you that he already had a plan and a ring. That would ruin the surprise.

The rest of the day was dedicated to media and practice for the most part. You explored the grounds while Mick had to go be the public figure and athlete that he is, and it flew by. You checked out the museum, ate some local cuisine, and went to a concert in between hyperpole sessions.

By the time Saturday came, you felt like the only thing you were missing was the Ferris wheel, so you dragged Mick to the track slightly earlier than he needed to be. You had your heart set on going on that Ferris wheel with him, and what better time than when the Road to Le Mans race was going on?

“I don’t think we have time,” Mick said, dragging his feet lightly as you continued pulling him toward the giant wheel. “Do we even have tickets?”

“I’m not an amateur!” You gasped, stopping suddenly and looking back at him. “I come prepared. I already paid.”

“I would have paid. You don’t need to spend money on me,” Mick immediately said as the two of you approached the Ferris wheel. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Just us ice cream or something after the ride,” You dismissed as you handed the attendant your tickets and climbed into the basket. You sat down and looked to see Mick standing back with the attendant for a second, so you held out your hand for him. “You coming or what?”

Mick looked at you in disbelief before shaking his head with a small laugh. He carefully stepped into the basket and sat across from you while the attendant closed the basket off and stepped back over to the control panel. Behind you, the attendant sent Mick a quick wink before sending the two of you off.

“Why’d you choose to sit across from me?” You pouted, glaring at him as you went up. “I don’t bite.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” Mick said while pointing at you. 

“It’s my love language! What can I say?” You defended as you put your hands up in defense. “I just love you so much. I can’t express it any other way!”

“You’re crazy,” Mick said with a shake of his head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“You’re right,” You agreed as you reached to grab his hand. “I am pretty lucky. I mean, you could’ve chosen anyone, and you chose me!”

“I would choose you a hundred times over if it meant I would be here with you,” Mick flirted shamelessly as he kissed the back of your hand.

“Oh my gosh,” You replied bashfully, “You’re making me blush. You’re so romantic!”

“All part of the plan,” Mick joked back. 

“El plan?” 

“Not that one.”

“Oh,” You muttered, thinking for a second before you felt the basket jolt to a stop. “What was that? What was that? What was that?”

“Calm down,” Mick tried to say as he grabbed both of your hands. “That is the worst thing to say to me right now,” You interrupted as you looked wide-eyed at Mick. “I didn’t realize I was afraid of heights until getting stuck at the top of a Ferris wheel.”

“Hey, just look at me for a second,” Mick comforted as he moved over to the other side to sit next to you. He kept one of your hands in his while he wrapped the other over your shoulder and pulled you into his chest. “Just look out for a second.”

The sun was high in the sky, the cars were flying across the track, and the horizon was different from what you expected. You could hear the fans below cheering, some were winning the games, and some were shouting for their favorite drivers. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and of course, Mick was there with you.

“It’s amazing,” You said slowly as you let your eyes roam around. “Thank you for letting me be here with you.”

“Always,” Mick said quietly before moving back to the other side of the basket. At least that’s what you thought, but he stopped and kneeled just in front of you. “For the record, I don’t want this to be your only Le Mans. I want to take you to every race…every event, every city, every chaotic, loud, beautiful moment that comes with this life. You are my whole world, and I can’t see myself going anywhere without you.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You said in a higher-pitched voice as you flailed your hands a bit and looked up so the tears wouldn’t fall.

“I’m saying that you make all of this worth it,” He continued, grabbing one of your hands tightly as he reached back into his pocket slowly. “You make the wins feel better, the long flights shorter, and the losses less depressing. Truly, I knew I was going to marry you back when we first got together, but seeing you light up at Gina’s wedding solidified it for me.”

“You’re kidding me,” You whispered, covering your mouth with one hand as you squeezed his hand tighter while a couple of happy tears escaped your eyes.

“I think that leaves only one thing left for me to say,” Mick dragged on before slowly pulling the ring box out and holding it to you. “Will you marry me?”

“You’re so romantic, oh my gosh,” You cried, throwing your arms over him and dropping to the floor of the basket with him. You gave up trying to stop yourself from crying as you hid your face between his shoulder and neck. You nodded, suddenly unable to say anything else as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Hey, breathe please,” Mick chuckled, moving to pull you out of his shoulder. “Would putting the ring on make you breathe normally?”

Immediately, you started shaking your head as you took some deep breaths. Mick shook his head before lifting you to sit back on the seat. Then, he slipped the ring onto your ring finger. You didn’t even look at it before leaning forward to kiss him.

“How long have you had this planned?” You asked as you pulled Mick’s hand, so he would sit with you. You kept hold of his hand, moved it to wrap around your shoulder, and leaned onto his shoulder as the Ferris wheel started moving again.

“Honestly, since we got on the ride,” Mick admitted, “That’s what I was telling the attendant.”

~~~~~

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[thisismeracing]

Screw him | MS47 (avaliable on Patreon)

mechanic!mick x fem!reader

When you move to a different neighborhood and discover your hot neighbor is a mechanic, half of your problems evolving your old car are solved. Your issues with your current boyfriend aren’t though. You too need a fix, and Mick may be the perfect guy for it.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, food, and cheating; graphic description of sex (fingering, handjob, public sex and choking); dom!mick;

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[cllightning81]

Mick Schumacher Masterlist

Roommates - Your roommates are on holiday so you invite your boyfriend around to have a staycation with him. Except your roommates come home early and find you

[topnotchquark]

Valentino Rossi talking about the significance of number 9 in motorsports in regard to his 9 championships.

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