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[iheartginachamber]

ANGY GINA!

[kesius-isekai]

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Maxim x Mc

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[girasonne]

bin bereits sechs folge hinter aber wenn die letzte CU so gut war dann sieht LI fast schlimmer lmao. CU 3 ist so inklusiv, dass ich es kaum spielen konnte veil ich nicht wählen konnte! und dann kommt LI und ist immer noch eh... ich verstehe wirklich nicht, dass andere auf die sub es diesmal gut findet tbh

[whorekneecentral]

Merry Ruff-Mas

Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angie loves trouble, angie also runs away from home, panicked mick, queen corinna cameo, snow storms, kind strangers but also stranger danger cause wtf lmao, mentions of death, finger sucking, rushed sex, dom!mick for a second there, praise kink, choking, creampie, penetrative sex (p in v), gina's a bit sus of mick at the end.

Word Count: 2,257

Author's Note: it's not a mick fic without miss angie so of course this one had to be based around her.

merry smutmas series

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Angie goes missing the day before Christmas and Mick finds her at the neighbouring ranch, wrapped up with ribbon and bows. 

Mick had headed to the stables and Angie followed close behind him as he double checked to make sure that everything was in place for the night.

Angie follows Mick make foot to foot, she was his little furry shadow.

So when he didn't hear her little pants and her paws patting on the concrete, he just assumed she ran back to the house. He locks the doors to the stable and finds his way back to the house, do you know who sat on the couch watching TV when Mick came in.

"Where's Angie?" He asks, about to take off his boots. Gina glances over her shoulder at her brother. "What do you mean where's Angie? Didn't she go to the stables with you?"

"Yeah," Mick says, looking around. "I thought she ran back here."

"No," Gina shakes her head, "she's not in here. It's just me, unless she ran up to mom and dad's room."

Mick goes running down the hallway to his parents' room. "Is Angie in here?" He sticks his head in and his mother looks up from her book.

"No sweetheart, she's not."

It finally hit him that she's outside somewhere, in the freezing cold. Before Gina could ask him where he's going, he goes running out the house. He shouts her name, tumbling through the snow. There's a giant flashlight in hand as he makes his way around the property, following a trail left behind by her bouncing in the snow.

Mick finds himself at the edge of the Schumacher ranch, squeezing through the hole in the fence and onto the neighbouring property.

A few more feet and he sees a light in the not so far distance; a house with the lights on.

The least he can do is ask, right? There was no harm in that.

A knock on the door, Mick brushes the snow off his coat as he waits, hands shoved in his pocket. A young woman opens the door, smiling at him. "Hi." She says, a warm smile on her face, a thick blanket tossed wrapped around her shoulders.

"Hi," Mick can't help the smile on his face, momentarily forgetting why he was at her door. "I uh.. I was looking for my dog, Angie. She ran off."

"Oh," you say, "you're in luck, I found a sweet puppy on my porch not too long ago." You pat your leg a few times, the puppy running from around the corner.

The man at your door dropped down onto his knees, raw dog jumping on the man; clearly they knew each other.

"I take it this is Angie?" you asked, the man nods, smiling at you as Angie runs back into the house.

"C'mere Angie!" He calls after her but she ignores him, returning to the spot she had previously occupied.

You laughed, looking out into the snow to see your car in the driveway and nothing else. "Did you.. walk here?"

"Yeah."

"I can give you a ride back if you'd like?"

"Oh you don't need to do that," the man smiles, and you shrug. "It's the least I can do, plus Angie seems to have made herself comfortable." She had curled up by the fireplace and fallen asleep.

You stepped to the side, a gust of cold breeze hitting you. "Why don't you come in for some tea or something? I'll give you two a ride home when the wind dies down."

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude."

"Oh please, I'm inviting you in." You nod towards the hallway and who was Mick to deny such a pretty lady ?

He steps in, leaving his wet boots and coat by the front door before following you to the kitchen. Mick looks around as he trailed behind you, the house decorated like something out of a movie; big tree by the fireplace, garland and lights wrapped in every spot it could be, even the throw pillows on the couch were Christmas themed.

"Tea or coffee?" You asked, breaking his thought. "Oh uh.. tea please." He leans on the counter, watching as you move around the kitchen.

"Thank you for taking her in, I know she's a bit troublesome. I hope she didn't disrupt your evening too much."

You wave him off, flipping the switch to set the kettle on boil. "It's no problem at all, she's an angel. She was on her best behaviour." You took a mug out of the cupboard and dropped a tea bag in it. "I heard the noise outside and I figured I should check what it was. Angie's little coat was stuck in the fence and she was tugging to get loose by the time I got to her. It did rip, unfortunately."

Mick shrugs, "that's fine, really." You hum, reaching for the sugar from the cabinet in front of you. "Are you here alone?" He asks, realizing that he's yet to see anyone else.

You'd be lying if you said your danger radar didn't go off at that moment but it was a harmless question, wasn't it? Not like you had some stranger in your house with his dog.

"Uh yeah," you turned to face him, taking in his features; blonde hair tucked under his hat, bright blue eyes, his cheeks were chubby but not overly chunky, proof that he was healthy but ate well you suppose, not to mention the award winning smile he had.

There was something about him that was so charming and so familiar about him but you couldn't place it. Then again, he was a stranger in your home, all alone, in the middle of the night.

"My siblings are in the city with their partners and our parents passed away so it's just me."

"Oh," Mick trails off for a moment, "I'm sorry to hear that."

You shrug him off, "it's okay. That's life, what can you do?"

The silence fills the room, the kettle whistles and you turn it off, filling the mug with the teabag in it. You leave it steep, turning your attention back to the man in your kitchen.

"I think I have a blanket that you can wrap Angie in."

"It's no big deal, I promise. That's not the first coat she's ripped," he chuckles, making you smile. "Come with me," you nodded, walking towards the steps and up you went.

Mick's footsteps are quiet, following a foot behind when you open the guest bedroom, leaning down to haul a box out of the closet.

He sat on the floor with you as you went through the stack of blankets that you've pulled out of the box. "Take whichever you want," you tell him, flipping through the stack yourself. He hums, watching as you flip through them and picks out a pink one with little butterflies on it.

You smiled, giggling. "That's uh.. that's my baby blanket."

Mick opens his mouth, "oh! Sorry!" He says, about to put it back into the stack but you stop him.

"It's fine, I haven't used it in years."

He shakes his head, reaching around you to wrap the blanket over your shoulders, "it's still yours," he whispers, leaned into you.

Your faces were all but an inch apart, Mick's lips ghosting over yours. It was you that closed the gap between the two of you and it was like a switch flipped.

A fight for dominance, the two of you on the floor all over each other.

"I don't usually do this," you mumbled, your lips on his as you felt Mick's hands slip under your top.

He hums, "me either." His eyes fixed on the red lace that covers your tits. Mick leans forward, kissing along your collarbones and down to your tits, you were so distracted by the feeling that you missed him pulling your pants down, leaving you in just your panties.

He smiles, standing up. You shift, now on your knees in front of him, hands resting on your thighs as you look up at him. He leans down and kisses you, his knuckles brushing the underside of your chin when he looks at you, kissing you once more. 

Mick grabs your chin, tilting your head back as you look up at him. 

His index fingers taps your cheek lightly and you open your mouth, “hm such a good girl.” He squeezes your face slightly before he slips his thumb into your mouth. 

He crouches down in front of you, eyes fixed on you and watching your every move; the way your own eyes study him or perhaps the way your lips wrap around his thumb, the feeling of your tongue on his finger. 

“Bet you wish that was my cock, hm? Bet you'd look pretty with it in your mouth.” 

He smiles at the way your eyes widen at his filthy words.

It was a few moments later that he pulled his finger away, kissing you once more; sloppy and messy before he pushed you to lay down for a moment.

He sits on the floor, his back against the bed frame when he pulls you down onto his lap. He kisses you, tapping your hip softly so you’d lift off him a bit before he lines himself up with you and you sink down onto him. The two of you let out a sigh at the same time; Mick feeling you clench around him and you feeling him stretch you out. 

"Relax,” he tells you, a hand rubbing along your thigh. “Take it so well, angel.” He mumbles against your lips before his hand wraps around your neck, fingers squeezing against the soft flesh causing a little whimper to slip past your lips. 

His ocean eyes fixed on you; chest heaving, the thin layer of sweat across your soft skin made it glisten under the white light of the living room, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

His hand finally moving from your neck, letting you take a deep breath; the air burning your lungs. 

A hand wanders down your chest, fingers brushing over your nipples before moving down your torso to your clit. He presses down, rubbing slow circles.

You fall flat against him, your arms wrap over his shoulders, his hand resting on your lower back as he bounced you up and down on his lap. 

His hand slips between the two of you once again, rubbing slow circles on your clit until he feels you clench around him again. 

“Oh- fuck,” you breathe, your hand gripping his arm as he leans into you. 

“I know, I know - I'm right here.” He whispers to you, his hand moving in time with his hips. 

Between the two, he pushes you over the edge. The knot in your stomach comes loose and he watches as you cum. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, Mick follows behind you. 

It takes you two a moment to register all of it, you're still leaning on him when you speak. "I meant it," you say.

"What?" He leans back, looking at you.

"I don't usually do this."

Mick laughs, "I believe you, me either."

The barking from downstairs gets your attention, it seems Angie had woken up and seen everyone had disappeared. The two of you manage to get separated and dressed, heading back down to the puppy waiting on you.

Mick had picked up a green blanket from the stack in the room. "Shall I drive you two home now?" You asked and Mick nodded, "if it's not too much trouble."

You smiled, the three of you piling into your car, Angie in the back seat with her head sticking between the two of you while you drove with Mick's directions. You knew the place, the Schumacher Ranch - that's why his face seemed familiar.

The car came to a stop in front of the house. "If you ever want some company over the holidays, call me. I’ll come by or you can come over." Mick says and you smile, nodding.

"You know, I didn't even catch your name. I don't even think I asked." you giggled and Mick smiled, realizing that he didn't know yours either.

"I'm Mick," he extends his hand out to you. As one does, you take his hand, shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Mick. I'm y/n."

He pulls you by the hand, kissing you once more for the night. Angie pokes herself between the two of you, you laugh and reach over to rub her side. "No more running off hm?"

Mick gets out of the car, helping Angie out before leaning into the car from the opened window. "Thank you again.. for everything. I'll see you around, y/n."

"I'll see you around, Mick." You smiled, waving to him and Angie as they went up the steps to the door.

Gina was sitting on the couch next to the window when they came in. "Gosh, I thought you died out there. I was about to send out the search party." She tells her little brother, rubbing Angie's side as the dog jumps onto the couch with her.

Mick laughs, rolling his eyes.

"Was that y/n I saw outside? From next door? I didn't know you knew her." Gina raises an eyebrow.

Mick waves off his sister, "she found Angie and invited me in for a cup of tea." He tells her, smiling to himself when he remembers the cup of tea left on the counter - what had happened was way better than tea.

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[starkwlkr]

beach baby | mick schumacher

the schumacher-senna family spend a day at the beach

“I think she needs more sunscreen.” Mick said as he grabbed the bottle of sunscreen from the diaper bag.

“Mick, I’ve made sure she has enough on her. She’s fine.” Y/N said as she adjusted the little hat she had put on Emmy. “Now how about we go introduce Emmy to the water? You want to swim, baby? Let’s go.” Y/N said to her daughter in a baby voice.

“Alright, but not too deep-”

“Of course not, she’s a baby.” Y/N got up from her spot on the blanket that Mick had laid out on the sand. She looked at her boyfriend, waiting for him to get up too. “Aren’t you coming, Schumacher?”

“Right behind you, Senna.” Mick got up and followed his girls to the water. “Wait, let me get my phone so I can record her reaction.” Mick quickly went ran back to get his phone from your bag. “I’m going to send this to mom and Gina.”

Y/N sat with Emmy on the wet sand and waited for a small wave to hit the little girl’s feet. The baby girl looked up at her mom confused by how the sand felt between her toes. Mick laughed at his daughter’s reaction as Y/N adjusted the girl on her lap.

“Look baby, it feels nice right?” Y/N said to Emmy, who’s lips turned into a smile. She started to splash the water with her hands which resulted in both Mick and Y/N to get wet.

“I think she loves it a little too much.” Mick continued recording until Emmy almost knocked his phone from his hands.

“You want daddy to play with you?” Emmy smiled.

“Well I got her reaction so now daddy will play with his favorite girl. I’m all yours, Emmy.” Mick took Emmy from Y/N’s hands and pressed several kisses on her cheek.

“I can’t believe a baby stole my boyfriend.”

“Don’t be jealous, babe.”

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mickschumacher Emmy’s first time at the beach ❤️ y/n.senna

y/n.senna next time, Angie is coming with us

v51975 aw why didn’t Angie join you?

y/n.senna she was with Gina for the weekend

Carmenmmundt my little water baby 🥰❤️

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an clearing my drafts so be prepared for lots of content 🫶🏼

[f1version]

SANTA DOESN’T KNOW YOU LIKE I DO ‧͙*̩̩͙❅ MSC47

pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader ( she/her )

summary: Mick and you have been best friends for years, been through the good and bad, but feelings change and thoughts spiral. Will this holiday time make both of you realize that you could be the one?

warnings/info: fluff, best friends to lovers, miscommunication (they’re avoiding each other), kissing, a bit of anxiety, a try-to hallmark movie my way through fics. 

word count: 2.1k words

note: inspired on sabrina carpenter’s song! hope you like it, have a good day and happy holidays! 

snowglobe, a holiday special

DECEMBER 20, 2023

It’s cold outside; snow is falling everywhere but not with enough force to block the streets or close the stores. Usually, when the weather looks like this, you would call Mick and bake those cookies he loves. He would put on his ‘Emotional Support’ apron and pretend to help. You would tease him about how he never does anything, just there to eat, and he would laugh, eyes lighten up, and say something along the lines of—I just passed you the flour! or whatever ingredient he helped you grab from the shelf ten minutes back.

Sometimes you wonder how you ended up in this place, so desperately in love with your best friend, with butterflies in your stomach when he hugs you, a silly smile on your face when he tells some awful joke, and an enormous fear of telling him, sort of. It doesn’t matter; that won't stop you from baking cookies on such a pretty snowy day.

You: Wanna come over? I’m making cookies

Mick: Very busy right now

Mick: Just do them without me

You: that's alright

Here’s the thing: Mick’s been acting as cold as snow since the last time you saw each other a week ago. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, not that you are aware of; you were watching Hallmark movies together, and he decided to leave abruptly before the movie ended. Maybe it’s just an emergency, he said, but he’s been running away from you for days, your friends confused over the whole thing. 

You wonder if he’s noticed. Lately, your friends have spent a lot of time telling you how obvious it looks—shiny eyes paired with a never-ending smile. They have also suggested it’s mutual, which you hope because all you've wanted to do before your family's Christmas party is to confess, but who knows, maybe you’ve all been watching too many movies.

DECEMBER 22, 2023

“Are you sure you didn’t do anything to make him mad?” Alicia, your best friend, asks. She came in to leave some decorations for the party on Sunday, but one life update lent to another and of course, the Mick situation came up.

“It doesn't even seem like he’s mad at me,” You say because it’s true, you’ve known Mick long enough to know how he acts when mad,  “he’s just ignoring me.”

She sighs. “Then why don’t you ask him what’s wrong?” 

You’ve asked yourself that a couple of times, but the answer is still not clear, usually is as easy as walking down the street to his house but this time the thought overwhelms you. “Because I'm scared?” You answer, out of breath. “I don't know. I’m focusing on the party, especially because Mom doesn’t come back until tomorrow evening.”

“Honestly, my suggestion is for you to ask him before the party.” 

You sigh, knowing she’s right. The Christmas party is a tradition your families started eleven years ago, after Alicia, Gina, Esteban, Mick, and you decided to become inseparable at one of Mick’s birthday parties. This year it will be hosted at your family home, and with your mom away in Germany for a work conference, you’ve had your friends come around and help. They’ve all shown up but Mick. What the hell is his problem?

“I know Ali but,” Your phone starts ringing, Mickey is displayed on your screen with a picture of Mick carrying Angie. Alicia rolls her eyes and encourages you to take it with her head. “Hello?” 

“Hi. I'm panicking a bit,” he says, the background noise lets you know he's in his car. 

“Why?” You ask, forgetting you were having a crisis on this. “Is everything okay?”

He sighs. “It’s embarrassing, but I have no idea what to get your mom,” he says, and you laugh. Last year, you were having this exact crisis about Corinna.

You hum, thinking, “She wanted new pedals for her bike. Loved some she saw in Bike World; you’ll have to drive a bit, but I’ll send you the pic.” You put your phone away, change the call to speaker, and open messages, sending the picture your mom sent you a month ago. “There you go.”

“You are a lifesaver.”

You smile, letting out a laugh. “I know, idiot.”

“Bye, love you,” he says. Your calls always end like this; it’s a habit, so you mutter Love you back and hang up.

Alicia is staring at you, a grin on her red lips. “I hate both of you,” and she laughs, grabbing her keys and purse, about to leave. You’re somehow dumbfounded. 

“What?”

“Bye, love you. Love you,” she mimics, and you feel heat rise up your cheeks. “You guys really need to talk; I’m done dealing with him too.”

“What? Ali, it’s a ha-”

“I’m coming back at six”

“Alicia!”

“Just ask him!” She closes de door before you can even ask her to come back.

DECEMBER 24, 2023

Needless to say, you didn’t talk with Mick on the 23rd. Too busy dealing with the party and, as Esteban said, too busy avoiding the topic. 

Now it’s 7 p.m., warm lights tint the house while friends and family sway along the music in the background. Mick has been around since ten in the morning, bringing presents, a couple of ingredients that your mom was missing, and decorations, which he then helped put together. Now he’s just in full black attire, wine in hand, singing along to the song playing. Once again, you're too busy in your world to notice him approaching you.

“You always know which songs to play,” he says. Because he knows it’s your playlist reproducing. You know that’s one of his favorite songs.

“I try my best. But I also know it’s one of your favorites,” you answer, and he hums. There’s a void between you, one that hasn't been there before. It's not the tension when you fight or the longing when you're upset; it's not the excitement of seeing each other after months of traveling or the mischief when you prank your friends. It’s different—something that has been building itself for months—and you are too oblivious to understand what it is.

“You look beautiful,” Mick says, not looking at you but at his drink. He’s looked at you enough tonight, he thinks. You look up, suddenly feeling an outrageous urge to kiss him. Try and see if that’s the answer to all your questions.

He’s faster though, clears his throat, and says, “I’m going for more cookies.”

And he leaves. Your eyes stay on his back as he takes one cookie from the snack table. See him hum to the taste. You smile, bittersweet, What is going on, Mick? You want to shout at him, tell him in a million different ways how confusing all of this is, but that’s a talk for tomorrow; you’ve decided, you can't escape it any longer then.

"Shatz,” Someone calls and then says your name.

“Hm, yes, mom?” You ask, and it’s time to eat.

[ 10 minutes later ]

You are in the middle of dinner, or gossiping time, as Gina calls it, when Aunt Adelaide starts asking each one of you—the single, young members of the family and friends—about relationships. It’s not your favorite part, but a lot of fun commentary comes out of it.

Hearing your name, you know it's your turn. “Do you have anyone special yet? Maybe a secret boyfriend you don't want to tell us about?"

You laugh, “No, no. But I hope someone comes along this year.” First, you have to get over Mick, you think, and laugh a bit more.

“I have a neighbor I could introduce you to, dear. He’s a lovely young man.” She always has someone to present you to; it’s surprising. You try to go on dates with them, but they never end up working.

“I’ll think about it.” You say this as the loud sound of silver hitting the floor calls everyone’s attention.

Mick abruptly stands up. “I’m sorry,” he says as he picks up his fallen fork. He looks uncomfortable, like he’s had enough of the food, the music, or the topic. “Excuse me, I’m going for another one.”

The table has fallen silent. Aunt Adelaide is looking at you in amusement, a playful grin on her face. Someone nudges your shoulder, and you know it’s Alicia. Her eyes stand on a strange middle ground between confused and knowing, tilting her head in encouragement, like she always does. You also stand up, not so abruptly, but now everyone looks at you expectantly. “I’m going. Excuse me.”

You follow Mick to the kitchen; thankfully, it's far enough from the dining room that no one will bother.

“Mick?” You call once you’re there. His head is on his hands, and he is murmuring inaudible words to himself. "Mick, what is going on?"

He looks up, his hair messy. He’s overthinking, and you don't know what to do. You feel lost looking at him, far away from his thoughts and feelings. “What do you mean? Everything is alright.”

“You don’t look alright,” you say, shaking your head. “You’ve been acting strange.”

“No, I haven't. We’re alright,” he lies once again, picking on his thumbs.

You sigh, knowing this is when you talk about it—no script, no thinking, just questions and hope for answers. Whatever is budging him has his anxiety running in full force. “No, you’re not, and we're not; I have no idea what just happened, and you're acting as if you barely know me."

He takes a deep breath, runs his fingers through his hair, and looks at you with his deep blue eyes. You see questions being asked but don’t understand how to answer them. “It’s nothing; I'm just. It’s hard to explain; you won't understand.”

“I will try to understand then, like I always do.” You promise, taking two steps forward, close enough to reach out and hold him, "Just please talk to me."

“I don’t want to mess things up between us,” he says, sounding afraid. It reminds you of the time sixteen-year-old Mick broke your favorite perfume by accident. He didn’t want to tell you, too afraid you would stop talking to him. You really hope he didn’t break anything, material or not.

“You won't. I will be here for you.”

“I just want,” he stops himself once again. His eyes never leave yours, so you open yours a bit, waiting, listening to whatever he has to say, and it seems to work because he just says, “You."

“What?” You blank, not knowing what to say or do, not knowing if you understood correctly or if it’s the movie's effect once again. You see the exact moment in which he panics.

“No, fuck. I’m sorry, I.” He looks everywhere but your eyes, searching for an exit. Your first instinct is to grab his hand, keeping him where he is.

“I could,” you say slowly, looking at your now-intertwined hands. “I could be misunderstanding all of this, but, Mick,” you say, looking at him. He’s looking back, hope in his gorgeous sky blue eyes. “I like you, but no, not even. Mick, I’m so in love with you it hurts. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but then you disappeared. You didn’t want to see me; you were acting different, and I got so worried, but I think...”

“That we are both idiots,” he says, a small smirk growing on his lips.

“Yes, yes, we are.”

He smiles and brings his free hand to your cheek, says your name like it’s meant for him to say forever. “I’m in love with you too, so much. I got so scared when I realized that I didn't just like you, that I couldn’t hide it anymore. And then our friends started saying how obvious I was being.”

“Same here,” you say, laughing. He moves his hand, pulling you in for a warm hug. It feels different than any other you’ve shared; the last two pieces of a puzzle you’ve been building together, finally finding their place. It’s a breath of fresh air. Mick’s hands are all around you, softly caressing your back, his head buried in your neck, leaving a small peck before distancing himself enough so he can see your face. You want to ask if it's appropriate to kiss him now.

But he's the first to talk. “Quick question."

“Shoot."

“Do I need a mistletoe to kiss you?” He asks, and you laugh loudly. Shake your head in embarrassment. Oh, how you love this man.

“As much as I enjoy the tradition, all you, Mick Schumacher, have to do is ask,” and now it's his turn to laugh, brings you closer while doing so.

“Can I please kiss you?"

You pretend to think about it and decide to tease him a little bit: “Is that what you asked for Christmas?"

“It’s the exact thing I asked Santa Claus for."

“Then merry Christmas, Mick.”

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time after some time // mick schumacher

kisses underneath the collar of a turtleneck sweater

mick is gone a lot because of his job, which makes the moments they share all the more special. especially the moments shared in the half light before he has to go and catch his next flight.

pairing: mick schumacher x female reader

the room was still dark, echoing with the sound of rain tapping against the windows. mick's arms were heavy around her body, holding her tight as he snored lightly against the back of her neck. angie was curled up at the bottom of the bed, her fluffy body weighted against y/n's legs.

the clock radio on her nightstand chimed, softly tuning into the oldies radio station, playing a duran duran song. she kissed mick's hand softly, slipping out of bed, turning off the alarm and reaching for the hoodie she'd thrown over her reading chair.

angie stirred, leaping off the bed and nuzzling against y/n's legs.

mick was still fast asleep.

"come on, girl. let's get you outside." she chirped, patting angie on the side before leading her out of the bedroom and towards the heavy glass patio doors. despite the light rain, angie was eager to run around the backyard and stretch her small, canine legs.

she kept an eye on angie through the bedroom window as she slowly dressed for the day, a chill rising on her skin as she pulled a turtleneck sweater over her head, pushing the cowl over the bottom of her face as she shivered.

mick stirred in bed, a pretty little groan escaping his throat as he rolled over, pulling the duvet over his shoulders.

"morning, sleepyhead." she giggled, leaning over to kiss the side of his head gently. "angie's already outside."

mick grimaced, burrowing into the pillow. "you let her run outside in the rain?"

"we got an apartment with a backyard for a reason, babe. she's a smart girl, she knows to stay on the covered patio."

mick relented, hands gentle on her waist as he pulled her onto the bed. "i love you." he mumbled, voice low as he kissed her, repeating it in between kisses.

there was a muffled bark coming form the other room, followed by a tapping on the patio glass.

"can you let angie in? i'll go start breakfast." she hummed, kissing mick again. "i want you well fed before you get on that plane."

mick laughed, sitting up and letting the duvet fall away from the white tank top covering his sculpted torso. "babe, i'm flying to florida, not switzerland."

"it's still the other side of the country." she laughed, playfully hitting him in the shoulder.

the pair had relocated to texas whilst mick was still with haas, and even after guenther steiner had fired the poor boy, they had fallen in love with the property and the landscape. they lived right near the water, with plenty of walking paths for angie. more than that, it had become home.

"is your mom meeting you in daytona?"

"yeah, she and gina will meet me at the track."

she frowned, brushing mick's messy, blond hair out of his face. "sorry i can't make it this weekend. if work wasn't so hectic, you know that i would."

"i know." mick sighed, kissing her palm. "doesn't change the fact that i'll miss you like hell."

angie barked again, growing impatient as she sat in front of the sliding patio doors. the couple laughed, sharing a soft kiss before breaking apart, one going to let angie back inside and the other to make breakfast.

the kitchen was soon filled with music and the smell of grilled vegetables as y/n started making a frittata, a cyndi lauper album playing softly in the background. her hair was pinned up with a plastic claw clip, the faint smell of a bath and body works spray soaking into her skin. she hummed the words, smiling to herself when she heard the telltale clacking of angies paws on the hardwood floor, followed by mick's laughter as he chased after her.

"you're all wet." she whined as mick hugged her frmo behind, his arms a comforting weight around her midsection.

"take it up with angie. she's fucking quick." mick laughed, nuzzling into her shoulder. "i never stood a chance before she was shaking the water off everywhere."

his nose was cold as he trailed his face over the bare nape of her neck, gently nosing underneath the collar of her sweater before placing a soft kiss at the top of her spine. his hands moved from her waist to the collar of her shirt, holding it out of the way so he could kiss her some more, a show of intimacy that made her heart melt.

"ich leibe dich."

"i love you more."

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@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @httpiastri @clemswrld @sidcrosbyspuck @cartierre @lorarri @thatsdemko @userlando @twinkodium @oscnorris

[agendabymooner]

sweet spoiled schatzi ! sebastian v. x ofc (filipino!ofc)

summary: there’s nothing more rewarding for bel and sebastian’s patience than a gift in a form of a two-year-old.

content warning: tooth-rotting fluff, mentions/talks of infertility and struggling to conceive, adoption and immigration. made-up article at the beginning and messages in the instagram post (full view to read it clearly) uncle mick!!!!! introducing our new character: little kimuel vettel <3

note: i need some sugary content so i made this sweet little blurb

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liked by mickschumacher, lewishamilton, ginaschumacher

user1 OMG WELL DESERVED 🫶

user2 KIMI IS HIS NAME TOO 😭 i love that so much

user3 when mother is now mothering

lewishamilton looking forward to spoiling that little man ❤️ liked by belongvettel

belongvettel he already is spoiled 😂 seb hasn’t stopped with the constant scrolling through the f1 store website and telling me that “kimi needs this team’s car”

lewishamilton don’t worry, i’ll make sure kimi collects all of his mini mercedes cars and merch 😉 all for free

user4 grid’s new favourite vettel liked by belongvettel

ginaschumacher ughhhh what are the chances of me dropping by to say hi to him?

belongvettel seb says high chances 😁 you’re welcome to see kimi any time, tita gina!!!

user5 a new scuderia ferrari driver???

belongvettel seb would have to wait in the next thirty years before he can put kimi in a formula one car 😅

mickschumacher i can’t wait to introduce angie to him!!!

belongvettel i’m certain she and hi-ro will be the bestest friends of kimi!!!

liked by lance_stroll, charles_leclerc, georgerussell63

user1 UNCLE MACKIE— i might die of diabetes bc that is soooo sweet

belongvettel he was so excited seeing you mick! you’ve been a good godfather to him so far and i hope it stays like that forever ❤️ liked by mickschumacher

ginaschumacher i wasn’t aware we were allowed to do matching shoes with the little man 🤨

mickschumacher hehehe 🙈

user2 a little scooter for little seb. i repeat: little scooter for little seb 🥶

lance_stroll i’m gonna one up you next time mick 😈

mickschumacher i’d like to see you try; i’m the best uncle so far, according to kimi himself 😊

charles_leclerc i’m also gonna one up you mick; i’m gonna get the little man a tiny piano so he and i can play together😁

lewishamilton sorry guys i already sent some mercedes merch otw to switzerland so there’s really no point of trying if uncle lewis already won 🏆

user3 are the drivers just going to compete to win over little kimi’s heart???

user4 as of this point you might as well do the donut with him in the car- see how that’ll turn out for you all 🤣

[lenoraah]

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

pairing - mick schumacher x reader

summary - cute and (hopefully) short moments in mick and reader’s relationship written in headcannons

a/n - i also did this for Charles and Logan :)

☆ logan’s version | charles’s version

★ ☆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

height difference-

~if you’re a short girlie like me this one is for you

~I know Mick is 5’9/176cm but it’s okay, it’s okay

~i feel like height could seen like a teasing and cute thing in your relationship

~basic things like patting your head or resting his chin on the top of your head

~or they can slowly get dirty, like he has his hands on your hips and they slowly travel towards there when you in dress or you just woke up and you’re in a nightie or, i don’t know, panties

~back to other fluffy things, the classic ‘i can’t reach the top self’ or reaching up on your tiptoes to kiss him

~either you’re tiny and petite or the two of have a major seven inches/17.78cm height difference, it doesn’t really matter. he sees you as like a little gnome or tiny fairy that he has to protect

~oh and we can’t forget the, ‘one question, how’s the weather down there?’

dancing in the rain-

~ugh I love this idea for much

~i can imagine drizzling rain, lacy crème slip dresses, navy sweater and chinos and record players

~it would be after a fancy yacht party or a dinner date

~Mick would insist that the two of you would go right back into your apartment before you get sick but you would insist that a quick dance wouldn’t hurt

~even if music is a bit impossible on a sidewalk loud enough for the two of you to hear through the rain, there would definitely be some of that internal dialogue music

~however if it’s pouring rain, the two of you would find time to dance in your living room

~that’s where the record player come in

~i’m getting Lana Del Rey and Gracie Abrams vibes from dancing with a perfect blue eyed blonde boy in your living room wile it’s pouring outside

summer break-

~summer would be your favorite season

~it’s when the two of you can wake up next to each other without a rush and make breakfast together and stay up watching a cheesy movie together

~i can see hiking, swimming and to be honest any outside activity

~I live for the thought of you and Mick being parents to Angie

~going out for walks with her, watching her run around the beach following Mick

~all three of you would be so happy especially you and Angie

~because instead of having her whimpering in your lap whiling watching the race missing your boyfriend because he’s with the team at the race

~overall one more thing is that you are the one that has to remind him to wear sunscreen otherwise you’ll have a cute tomato- uh i mean a cute sunburnt boyfriend

teaching each other your mother tongue-

~we all know Mick speaks German

~if you do know another language than the two of you definitely teach the other person some basic conversation words

~he would also learn because he wanted to talk to your parents incase their English isn’t that well or they don’t know English and it would be nice to talk to Gina and Corinna in German

~you and him would learn to call each other cute nicknames in each other’s mother tongue

~can you imagine the look on his face when you call him schatz or liebe

~it would be so cute

~however if you don’t know any other language then he will still teach you some words

~okay one more idea, what if he propose to you in your mother tongue

~ugh i can’t with this and him

[norrisreads]

Photograph #MS47

PAIRING: mick schumacher x reader

SUMMARY: scrolling through photos, you’ve found some photos that holds great memory and can’t help but to reminisce the moment

WARNING: FLUFF! the cutest and shortest fic i’ve written 😭💗

FC: sooyaaa__ on ig

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‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

you are the type of person who’d rather have tons of pictures of your love ones rather than yourself and being that type of person means you’d have to transfer pictures regularly to clear up space.

films and dslr wasn’t really ideally for you as you’ve never really taken photography as something you’d think of doing it for life but rather just taking pictures as a memory.

here you are laying on your bed, head laid on the headboard and your phone being supported by your pillow looking through your gallery, you were given a week break off school and since icloud have been notifying that your storage has been used up, you guessed it’s time for your monthly delete session.

the first picture, you got to was a picture of you celebrating with mick’s family on Christmas. Your family weren’t that big on celebrating Christmas, as someone who’s been born to a family with no siblings, it can be quite lonely sometimes and mick thought it’ll be a great idea for you to celebrate christmas with his family.

Corinna, Michael, Gina and you were close, you would sometimes pay them a visit when school hadn’t really taken a huge stress of you. Days when mick would go for his race, you’d be there standing alongside with his family and seeing his face in search of you and his face automatically brighten up once he sees you was something you’d enjoy seeing.

You aren’t a huge dog lover, especially when you grew up with 2 tabby cats, named after your favourite characters last name, reid and green. When you first met angie, it took quite a convincing from mick for you to be close to angie, but the more you came over the more angie had taken a liking to you.

The photo was one of the core memory, and a photo you’d always love to talk about because that was the moment between mick and you was something you will always treasure.

Then a photo of mick walking through the streets of japan with you were found. It was rare for you to be there for him in races, and when you told him that you’ve decide to accompany him to the Asia races because it was closer to your home country and you’re able to make a quick stop to your home afterwards, he was happy and quickly booked tickets for you.

The stop to japan was the first ever time you had stepped foot in Japan, and with mick knowing this was your first ever visit, he wanted to make it extra special.

But with the flight being delayed, the both of you happened to reach around 10PM where most of the shops were closed or closing soon , so mick and you were casually taking walks nearby the hotel finding for food places that was open.

In the end the both of you settled on 7-eleven food.

Mick had taken multiple photos of you which of course was taken on his phone, one photo was captured with you posing along the streets.

“stand there babe, you look beautiful, let me take a photo”

mick took out his phone from his pockets, and signalled you a countdown and took the photo.

“perfect”

After scrolling through photos you’ve selected to transfer them to your thumb-drive, you’ve finally found the one photo that you’ve been trying to find.

A photo of mick during the afterparty of your wedding, it was held privately within close friends, family and of course drivers were invited. You had ask for Daniel to take photos for your wedding, and you could say he has a talent in it.

By the end of the day, Daniel dropped you a link that had 200+ photos of your wedding and you and mick had went through all the photos in one sitting in the living room of your new home.

You settled on a photograph of mick wearing a suit being nervous on walking down the altar and mick settled on a photograph of you in the wedding dress, because the moment mick saw you walking down the altar with the wedding dress on, he realised you’re the woman he would love to be with till the end.

“still transferring the photos?”

there he was, walking towards you with a hot chocolate and a bunch of marshmallows floating around, just the way you like it.

“yeah, my storage has given up on me, which means i’ll need to transfer more photos” you took a sip and placed it by your bedside.

“these are our wedding photos right? we have these photos hung, and it’s in the folder Daniel send us, you can just delete them away my love” mick said while looking at the photos that had successfully transferred to your laptop.

“that’s cruel, i love to have them on my phone. It’s a great memory mick, if i had the chance to marry you again, i will” you gave kisses to his cheeks which led to his ears getting redder

“it’s been a year since we got married and your ears still gets red when i kiss you, Mick Schumacher”

—✩࿐ end note: this fic is highly inspired by photographs by ed sheeran! Let me know what’s your take on it, i think this might be one of my favourites because i’m someone who takes a-lot of photos for memories 🤎

[iheartginachamber]

💖🩷 gina with her andy plush :3 🩷💖

drawn by @Krisdice_

[vetteltea]

Mick Schumacher and The Sound of Snow Crunching [no warnings]

Day 8 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

The Schumacher ranch was never on your list of potential places you would be staying in the build-up to Christmas. 

Originally, your best friend had insisted on you coming, if only for a few days. However, nature had a cruel way of adjusting plans; a freakish snowstorm had suspended all travel out of the area; with the weather not expected to calm until days after the big day, it was almost certain you would be spending an impromptu Christmas day with Gina. Her mother had been all-too excited, reminding you that you had always been part of the family, either way.

And then…there was Mick. 

You were no stranger to your best friend’s younger brother; when you were five and he was three, he had shyly offered you a flower, stolen from his mother’s garden in a sweet attempt of showing you his affection. Gina had immediately shouted at her brother to leave you alone, you were her friend, after all. 

His undying crush never ceased; even after you moved away for school and he was engrossed into karting, he lived for the days you would attend one of Gina’s competitions, accompanying her to see Mick driving across all different global locations. Had it been a coincidence that his first points scored had been whilst you were in attendance? He wasn’t sure, he just knew it was an outright joy for you to be there. 

He adored having you around, secretly punching the air with his fist when Corinna had insisted you stay for the big day, promising they would do their utmost to get you back to your own family as soon as possible. 

Mick hadn’t had a moment to speak to you without Gina or his parents present, not until right now. It was late, the only reason he had left his bed was to let Angie outside after her persistent whining. The youngest Schumacher was only dressed in his joggers and a soft t-shirt, pulling on his boots as he reached the french doors to the porch. 

He suspended for a moment, entranced by two things. The first was the snow; it had become heavier, the weather report had been correct when it had been insistent there would be a White Christmas. Standing in the snow, body dipped in the automatic lights from the porch, was you. 

You were only dressed in your pajamas, head tilted to watch the delicate snowflakes fall from the dark sky. You must have been freezing, though clearly the temperature wasn't affecting your trance onto the weather. Mick could have stood there forever, simply watching as the girl he had adored since he was a toddler stood looking ethereal. 

Angie however, had other plans. The crunch of the blanket of snow underneath paws drawed you from your moment, head snapping to see the puppy bound through the snow, letting out a delighted bark upon seeing another friend outside. You can’t help but laugh, the furry bundle jumping up, clearly delighted in the weather. 

A second pair of footsteps are echoing around your ears, turning your attention away from Angie and seeing the blonde-haired boy step through the ankle-deep snow to stand by your side, his companion only continuing to burrow through the soft snow. 

“You must be freezing.” Mick comments, his gaze fixed on you whilst your own watches Angie, leaping through the snow. 

“I am…” You trail off, foot lifting, the snow falling off your shoe. “But I haven’t seen snow like this in so long…I wanted to experience it.” You realize how incredibly sad that must sound, but Mick shakes his head, lifting one arm to rest around your shoulder and pull you closer. He’s taller than you now, not the acne-prone teenager you had watched on a Go-Karting track. Broad, warm, and so incredibly handsome. 

“I get it. You still don’t get much snow, do you?” He remembers the conversation you had at dinner the previous night, how his mother wanted to know every detail of your new life, how it must have changed so much from when you were a young girl in pigtails. You had shaken your head in response, looking up to Mick’s features, now impossibly close to yours. 

“No. We don’t get…much of…” You trail off, attention lost as Mick’s lips draw closer to yours. He may have been Gina’s brother, but at that moment, he is so much more, and right now? His lips drawing and brushing against yours in the snow is all you can think about. Instinctively, your arms wrap around his torso, the arm which had rested around your shoulder only pulling you closer, bodies pushed closer to one another. 

When he pulls away, his lips stay millimeters away, hot breath fanning over your skin as he giggles, he giggles. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

[kokorose]

Christmas with you

Mick Schumacher x Kpop!gf

face claim: Sana Minatozaki (k-pop group Twice)

In a world where K-pop idols could publicly date and not get canceled.

Yn's username translates to YnBunny in Korean and Mick calls her Hase which is Bunny in German.

Google Translated Korean and German.

Pics from Pintrest

Allkpop posted

liked by YnYn, Ynstreasure, ynoncetwice3, YnTail, and 16,498 others.

Dispatch: Twice's Yn seen at Incheon International Airport. Sources say that Yn was seen boarding a flight to Switzerland. JYP Entertainment has not put out a statement as to why the Twice member was headed to Switzerland, we will update you once we get any news.

comments:

YnYn: why's Yn headed to Switzerland?? @JYPEnteraiment we need answers!?!?

username: She's so pretty.

Ynstreasure: @JYPEntertainment????

YnToki Posted to her story

YnToki: Mein Mäus (my mouse)

MickSchumacher: ❤❤

YnToki: ❤️

EstebanOcon: 👀👀

Nayeonyny: 마음에 드는 사람 (Cuties)

momo:😊

MickSchumacher posted

liked by EstebanOcon, LanceStroll18, SebastianVettel, lewishamilton, YnToki, and 2,728,289 others

MickSchumacher: mein kleiner Schneehase (my little snow bunny)

comments:

username: Mick still soft launching???

username: Mick its been 3 months, who is she?!?!

EstebanOcon: 😳😳😳

SebastianVettel: She's a nice girl Mick.

username: Sebastian met her?!?!

lewishamilton: 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽

username: ummmm, Yn in the likes????

username: you're being delulu babes

username: omg cute

YnToki posted

liked by MickSchumacher, momo, jennierubyjane, lalisa, GinaSchumacher , nayeonyny, and 2,378,389 others

YnToki: I don’t mind the cold because I’ve got you to keep me warm. 🐭

comments:

jennierubyjane: pretty girl 💕💕

lalisa: 💗

username: omg!! yn officially soft launched!!!

username: MICK IN THE LIKESSS!!!!

Username: not just Mick but Gina too!???

username: Mick Schumacher what are you doing here????

username: is that Mick in her pic????

MickSchumacher posted

liked by lewishamilton, lancestroll18, callumillot, estebanocon, YnToki, and 1,389,380 others

MickSchumacher: some snow, good food and even better company!

Comments:

Sebastian Vettel: if you guys have time, you should come visit!

Username: wait is that… yn?!?

Username: I swear to god that’s Yn!!!

ginaschumacher: my favorite couple!

EstebanOcon: 🤮 stop it’s too cute

Username: mick and Angie!!!

YnToki posted

Liked by MickSchumacher, GinaSchumacher, nayeonyny, momo, todayis_wendy, LewisHamilton, and 3,379,738 others

YnToki: puppies, kisses and Christmas cuddles!! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and happy new years! 🎄🎄

And to my mäus, these last 3 months have been the greatest time of my life. I love you and can’t wait to spend many more Christmases with you! ❤️❤️

Tagged: my love

Comments:

MickSchumacher: I love you too Hase(bunny) ❤️

GinaSchumacher: YAY!!!!

Username: OMG ITS MICK!!!! SHE’S DATING MICK!!

Username: omg!!! THE MATCHING PICTURES!!

LewisHamilton: 🐰🐭

Momo: 💕💕💕💕

Username: omg the Christmas hard launch

AllKpop posted

Liked by username, username, username, and 250,893 others

AllKpop: Twice member YN reveals she’s dating Formula One team Mercedes-Petronas AMG reserve driver Mick Schumacher in latest instagram post!

JYP entertainment put out a statement saying that it was Yn’s personal life and she had informed them(the company) of said relationship back in September after the couple had begun dating. They ask that everyone respects the couples privacy.

Comments:

Username: omg

Username: awwww good for her!!

Username: ooooohhhh he’s kinda cute!

Username: what a beautiful couple they make!!

[thisismeracing]

bonnington-schumi kiddos 

pls include the bono-schumi mood board i sent ya over email in your response

ok i’ve mentioned them enough, lets dig into the bonnington-schumi kiddos

history has a funny way of repeating itself and for bon and mick it manifests in their kids birth order and gender

because much like when corrina had gina and mick, bon had her daughter first and son second. and both came out looking like two more schumacher clones to add to the collection 

but bon isn't complaining because how could she be mad when her two babies share those unmistakable blue eyes 

their first born is named: Eloise “Ellie” Suzanne Bonnington-Schumacher 

and their second born is: Mike “Mikey” Sebastian Bonnington-Schumacher 

imagine bon and mick introducing little ellie to susie in the hospital and when susie asks what her name is and bon goes “eloise suzanne” susie just melts because this little bundle of joy is named after her. 

and the same goes for sebastian when mikey is born 

the f1 crew just going though the cycle of watching another kid grow up in the paddock start up again with miss ellie. but this time it’s the kid of the original kid you watched grow up, and this time around there’s two of them because mikey is born a few years after 

and everyone jokes about how “oh ellie is going to be an engineer like her mama” and “oh mikey is a future f1 champ like his papa” 

but the opposite happens where ellie is the driver, and mikey is an engineer 

And imagine the timelapse of the headphones to protect their little ears and how they look so giant on them cause they’re so small, but give it a few years and now they look proportionate to their bodies 

(i feel like that would make a lot of people just so soft and heartbroken because their favorite little kids are growing up and so fast, like pls make it stop 😢) 

[also the people who watched bon grow up just get deja vu whenever they are interacting with ellie, because wow does she act just like bon when she was this age]

and best believe these two are championship babies. you can't tell me no on this one. 

When they announced they were pregnant with ellie, people both in real life and online are so quick to do the math on when she could’ve been conceived, and they all land on the fact she was conceived around the time of abu dhabi 

and after mikey is born, toto sits the both of them down and says “i love that the team is winning championships with mick, and i love the kids. but next time you two do it after winning a championship please for the love of god put a condom on. because two little kids are going to be enough with them running around the paddock.”

and mick is just mortified, while bon is laughing her ass off and she’s the one to reassure him that they wont be having anymore kids anytime soon

[i told myself i had to finish this before showering and i did! also it breached the second page of the google doc so quickly]

☕

skjgksdjg OMG I LOVED LOVED IT!!! <3<3

totally agree on mikey engineer and ellie driver!!! espec bc I think ellie is more of a social butterfly while mikey is a bit shy like mick, he's funny and friendly, but usually he'll only talk if you talk to him first (the paddock experience helps it a little with this, but he keeps a bit of the shyness, its so cute and bb loves it bc he's such a momma's boy - its makes up for ellie being dada's girl)

adding more: ellie's first word will be angie while mikey's will probably be something from bb's work because she'll work with him on her hips sometimes so his big blue eyes are always watching the engineers go around and listening to everything, she'll only connect the dots bc he says it right after a meeting (to which he was silent throughout it all, only munching on a pencil and grabbing things from the table to curiously analyse)

[writtenbygigi]

Hey girl! Hope you’re having a good Friday - What about being so nervous to meet mick’s family, but they’re so nervous to meet you bc he talks about you all the time. So when the time comes they just loveingly roast him for being obsessed w/ you xx

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 1.3k

a/n: ahh my first request! thank you so much, nonnie! i hope you enjoy it!

“Schatz, you have nothing to worry about. They’re going to love you.”

Y/N shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat of Mick’s car, trying her best to calm her nerves, but nothing appeared to be working. It wasn’t every day that you were off to meet the beloved and famous Schumacher family. She knew how much Mick’s family meant to him, she wanted nothing more than for them to like her, and to make a good first impression.

A hand gripped her thigh softly, causing Y/N to look at Mick. For a second, she forgot what she was even worrying about, and instead, was too busy fixated on the view in front of her. Mick, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh, with his bright, beautiful smile gracing his soft, plump lips. He glanced at her, careful not to take his eyes off the road for too long, his smile only widening when he noticed hers.

“I swear, I fall more and more in love with you every day.”

Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper, but with the radio off, Mick was still able to hear her. His cheeks turned a deep shade of pink, a chuckle passing his lips in almost disbelief that he was even lucky enough to call Y/N his girlfriend. But really, to him, she was more than that. She was the love of his life, his other half, and hearing her say those words made his insides all warm and fuzzy; a feeling, even after months of dating, that Y/N and Mick were still able to give each other.

“I love you,”

He paused to bring her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it before laying their entwined hands back on her thigh.

“We’re almost there.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, the nervousness returning to her as quickly as it left. What was the worst that could happen? She had thought of every possible scenario the night before when she laid in bed, a bout of insomnia leaving her unable to sleep.

Unbeknownst to her, the Schumachers were feelings the exact same way as Y/N. Corrina and Gina were rushing around the ranch, making the last minute preparations before they arrived. Mick had told them so much about Y/N that even before meeting her, they already considered her part of the family. They just hoped Y/N liked them.

There had been brief interactions between Y/N and the rest of the Schumacher family. Quick hellos when Mick was on FaceTime with them, birthday messages to one another earlier in the year with Y/N even sending Mick’s mother a bouquet of flower’s on her and Michael’s wedding anniversary. It was only now that they were all meeting officially in person for the first time.

As Mick pulled up the drive, Angie began pacing in her crate in the back of the car, whining to be let out. She knew where they were and couldn’t wait to be let out so she could run riot around the ranch.

“Soon, Angie. – Are you ready, liebling?”

He had parked the car and turned off the engine, now turned in his seat staring at Y/N with a reassuring grin. She nodded, about to reach down and grab the gift bag that sat between her feet when Mick cupped her cheek in his hand, caressing it with his thumb. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes, silently speaking to one another. It was going to be okay, with Mick by her side, nothing could go wrong.

Her nerves were beginning to settle and Mick could tell by the way Y/N was relaxing against his hand. She pressed a quick kiss to lips, picked up the bag, then exited the car. The feeling of worry had turned into excitement, she was about to meet two of the most important people in his life.

Mick had got out of the car and let Angie out, who had already started barrelling her way to the front door which was beginning to open, and Y/N could see the smiling faces of Corinna and Gina Schumacher.

After locking the car, Mick laced his fingers through Y/N’s and guided her towards the door. By the time they reached Corrinna and Gina, Angie was getting petted by the both of them, basking in the attention of the two women before it was taken away by the couple.

“Mum, Gina, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is mum, Corinna and Gina.”

Mick stood back and watched as his girlfriend befriended his mother and sister. He couldn’t help but look on with a proud smile. He knew he had nothing to worry about, and he knew Y/N had nothing to worry about too. Of course, the fleeting thought of her not liking his mum and sister crossed his mind, but he knew how silly that thought was.

He followed the three women, and Angie inside, toeing off his shoes and taking Y/N’s coat to hang up. They were all so engrossed in conversation, it was like he wasn’t even there. But Mick didn’t mind, it allowed him to stay in his head a little while, and think of how much his dad and Y/N would’ve gotten along too. It was a bittersweet thought, one that was quickly forgotten about by the sound Y/N, Corinna and Gina laughing in the kitchen.

“You know, Mick doesn’t shut up about you. He talks about you more than he talks about Formula 1. Don’t you, Micky?”

Gina teased her younger brother, who was now blushing as he moved further into the kitchen to join the women. Of course, he should’ve expected this, especially from Gina. Y/N couldn’t help but grin, reaching out to hold her boyfriend’s hand. Corinna nudged Gina gently, but Mick didn’t mind, it wasn’t like his sister was lying. He really did talk about Y/N more than the beloved motorsport, which really showed how much he loved Y/N.

A few hours had passed and they had dinner together for the first time. Now, it was getting late, and they were all sitting in front of the fire, a glass of wine that Y/N had brought in hand. It had been decided earlier that they would stay the night in Mick’s old bedroom.

Angie laid by Y/N’s feet, snoozing whilst the humans around her spoke amongst one another. Mick was talking to his mum who sat on the armchair beside the sofa on which the others resided. Y/N leaned against Mick’s arm which was draped around her shoulders and focused on Gina who kept opening and shutting her mouth, clearly unsure of whether or not to say what was on her mind.

“-Mum and I were scared, well, nervous, to meet you.”

Y/N almost couldn’t believe it. They had been nervous to meet her, just like she had been nervous to meet them. She let out a small laugh, reaching out to give Gina’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“I was nervous to meet you.”

It was Gina’s turn to laugh, but she understood how Y/N felt, although she really had nothing to worry about. Corinna and Gina had taken to her so quickly, and Y/N with them.

“Mick speaks so highly of you and even before today, you treated both my mum and I with so much love and respect. She cried when you sent the flowers, it really meant a lot to her, to us. We were worried you wouldn’t like us. Mum cleaned every inch of the ranch before you came. If I so much as got a spec of dust on the floor, she’d threaten me with the broom.”

They were laughing together now, both comfortable in one another’s presence. The day really couldn’t have gone any better.

[lovelyleclercs]

Flowers, Horses, and Miracles

Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader

Short summary: You and Mick are happily married, however there is something missing.

Warnings: Not proof read, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of birth, pregnancy, infertility, bloodwork, sickness, daddy!mick

Word Count: 1942

Requested: no

The Schumacher ranch has always been one of your favorite places to visit. Life at the ranch was so much simpler than life back home in Switzerland. Wake up, go to the barns to see the horses, walk around the 5 acres of land, eat dinner around 6pm and then sit outside on the hay bales as you watch the sunset. Life couldn’t really get much better than that, right?

The entire property was absolutely stunning. To the left of the house were two barns that housed all of Gina’s horses as well as her horse riding equipment. Surrounding the barns was a huge piece of fenced in land that Gina used to practice her routines with her horses. She had two horses- one named billy and the other named gunnastepya, or gunna for short. She loved those horses more than anything in this world.

Past the barns was a beautiful field of flowers. This particular spot on the Schumacher property held a special place in your heart. Just two years ago it was the spot where you and Mick had said “I do.” It was the perfect little ceremony- only close friends and family attended. The two of you had both wanted a small, laid back wedding, and Corinna had done an amazing job at planning the perfect day for the two of you. She had planned out everything from the food and cake all the way down to making sure the ceremony happened right at sunset just how you had dreamed ever since you were a little girl. Everything had been absolutely perfect. 

You and Mick were back in Texas for the USGP- one of your favorite races on the calendar. Mick had gone out with Gina to the competition stables so that she could show him one of her show horses. You decided to stay back at the ranch as you were pretty tired from the 14 hour plane ride it took to get here and it was already almost 6pm. 

Since nobody else was home, you decided to make your way out to the flower field to watch the sunset. You sat down on the bench that was placed right in the middle of the field, and looked out ahead of you- the skyline giving you the perfect view of the sunset.

As you watched the sky turn different shades of orange and purple, you couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened since you and Mick got married here two years ago. Mick had gotten a seat in F1, you had gotten Angie, bought a house of your own together. In everyone’s eyes, you were a perfect couple who had it all- but that wasn’t always the case. 

You and Mick had been trying to get pregnant for nearly a year now. Ever since you were little, you had always wanted to be a mom. There was nothing you wanted more in this world. So when you were told at the age of 13 that having a child was going to be extremely difficult, you were devastated. Part of you wanted to believe that the doctor was wrong, that maybe he had read the bloodwork wrong, surely you’d be able to have kids. But now that you were actively trying, you realized that the doctor was right after all. 

Negative after negative had shown up on the little white sticks, each one hurting more than the last. You had tried everything google and your doctor had to offer- but nothing was working. You were mentally drained from it all. The poking and prodding to try to run tests to figure out what was wrong, every doctor telling you that they have no idea how to help you, Mick always being away- it was all too much for you. The two of you agreed three months ago to take a break from trying. As much as the idea was hard for you to wrap your mind around, you knew it was the best decision for your sake. You were getting nowhere and it was only upsetting you. 

However, about 2 months after you stopped trying, you would finally get that positive test result you had been dreaming of.  

The original plan was for you to go to Japan with Mick, but after coming down with what you thought was the stomach flu, you stayed at home all curled up in bed. When Mick had left for the airport, you had gone to the bathroom to see if you had any tests left just out of curiosity. Sure enough, you had one last test in a box at the bottom of your drawer. You decided to take the test, knowing full well that it would be negative just like the rest of them had been, only this time when you turned the test over, ‘Pregnant’ in big bold letters would appear on the tiny screen. 

You couldn’t believe it. Everything that you had worked so hard for the past year had finally actually worked. You were going to be a mom. Mick was going to be a dad. None of it felt real. You had gone to the store and gotten another box of tests, taking all of them just to be sure. When all eight tests came back positive, you broke down into tears. 

When Mick called you later that night after he had arrived in Japan, it took everything in you to not tell him that you were pregnant. With your upcoming trip to Texas, you knew that it would be the perfect spot to tell him the news. 

Two arms wrapped around you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You jumped a little and looked up, only to find Mick smiling down at you. “You scared me, Liebling” you said with a small chuckle as you placed your hands on Mick’s arms.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, my love. Gina and I just got back. We couldn’t find you anywhere so I figured you’d be out here” 

You smiled and took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be the perfect moment to share the special news with your husband. “Sit down, Mickie. I have something to tell you.”

Mick raised an eyebrow at you before sitting down beside you, his hands grabbing yours as he noticed they had begun to shake. “Honey, you’re shaking… what's going on?” 

“Remember how I didn’t go to Japan because I was so sick?”

Mick nodded “yeah, of course I do… are you ok?”

You laughed a little and squeezed his hands tightly. “I had an extra test in the drawer, so I figured I would take it just in case.. I wasn’t expecting a positive but..” You pulled the test out of your pocket, holding it out to mick. “I’m pregnant” you said with a smile as you teared up a bit.

Mick looked down at the test, completely shocked to see the positive result. “You’re lying..”

You laughed a little and pulled out your phone. “Trust me, I thought my eyes were deceiving me at first, but I took eight more tests and they were all positive too” you said as you showed Mick the photo of all the tests laid out on the floor. 

Mick looked at the photo in disbelief. “This is actually happening? I’m going to be a dad??”

“After all that hard work and all those doctor visits…” you said, tears forming in your eyes as you remembered how horrible the past year had been for the two of you.

Mick wiped your tears away “I know.. But all of that is behind us now.. We are going to have a baby!”

Eight Months Later 

Bringing little Emilia home was surprisingly emotional for both you and Mick. Nine months ago, the two of you had lost all hope that you would get the chance to bring a little baby home. Now, nine months later, you were doing just that. 

Mick had very gently taken Emilia out of her car seat before he sat down on the couch beside you. He looked down at his little girl in complete awe. The Schumacher genes were definitely strong. She had his eyes and nose, as well as his light blonde hair. She had his dimples and his lips. She was basically an exact replica of her father. As Emilia wrapped her tiny hand around Mick’s pointer finger, he couldn’t help but smile. “She’s absolutely perfect, meine liebe”

You smiled and rested your head on Mick’s shoulder. You had been pretty exhausted from the past couple of days at the hospital, so you were just glad to be home. “She definitely is. I don’t think anyone will ever question if she is your daughter, either. She is the spitting image of you, darling.”

Mick laughed a little and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “I can’t wait to take her to the ranch… to let her run around the flower field…”

You smiled at the idea of little Emilia running through the flower field one day. “Me neither…”

2 years later- the Schumacher ranch

“mama & papa?” little Emi called as she looked around for her parents. 

Corinna watched as the little girl ran around the house looking for both you and Mick. When Emilia finally made her way over to Corinna, Corinna knelt down and pulled her into a hug. “Mama and papa are just outside in the flower field, honey. Have you seen the flower field yet?”

Emilia shook her head as she wrapped her little arms around Corinna’s arm. 

Corinna smiled and picked emi up. “The flower field is a very magical place, liebling. Do you want to go see it?”

Emilia’s eyes went wide and she nodded, eager to see  this magical flower field her Oma was talking about. 

Corinna opened the back door and put Emilia down and pointed over to her parents. “There they are! Run along, go give them a big hug!” 

Emilia giggled and ran over to her parents, wrapping her arms around her father’s leg. “Papa!! Up!!” 

Mick laughed and picked Emilia up gently, holding her on his hip. “There you are! Did you sleep well, Liebling? You were napping for a while”

Emilia nodded, resting her head on Mick’s shoulder as she looked over at you. You placed a gentle kiss on Emilia’s cheek and smiled. “Did Oma let you out or are you finally big enough to reach the door handles?”

“Oma opened door for me! Said mama and papa were in magic field!!” she giggled. 

You laughed at the thought of Corinna trying to convince little Emi that the field was magical. In a way, it was. This spot held a lot of memories over the past five years. It was definitely a magical place in your heart. 

Mick put Emilia down and let go of her hand. “It is a pretty magical field, Emi. Do you want to see what it’s all about?”

Emilia nodded her head eagerly as she looked at you and Mick. 

“Ok, you lead the way then my little adventurer” mick said with a smile as he grabbed your hand.

As the two of you walked behind Emilia, you couldn’t help but smile. “I can’t believe how grown up she is… it's bittersweet.” 

Mick squeezed your hand tightly as he watched Emilia run up to a random flower and smell it, causing him to laugh a bit. “She might be growing up, but she will always be our little miracle.”

You smiled at your husband's words. You couldn’t agree more. “Our not so little, little miracle.”